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New Eden 16

New teacher ( for bankbabe)

Harbor academy is the only school in this little town and everything was almost a stand still here. Most of the villagers are working at the harbour, so the teachers are basically locals too.The principle, Mr. Jonah was very excited today. The ministry had sent a new teacher to the school , a fresh graduate who suppose to upgrade the standard of the teaching profession.Mr. Raja, the science teacher however is not quite happy, "what a fresh grad knows about teaching? I doubt she can last for one semester." He brats to the other teachers.Mr. Jonah was having a cup of coffee in his room when someone come knocking at his door. "Come in" he responded. OOC Kimberly Cumstrom. 22. 5’10 130 short natural red hair. 32C. 40” long legsKkmberly the recent grad from her Beverly Hills class. Always used to getting her way. I enter the room in hunter green button down dress 3” above the knees, dark brown pantyhose and 2” strappy heels matching the dress.“Yeah hello I am Kimberly Cumstrom, your new teacher i guess” i say in a bratty snobby “princess” spoiled brat tone. As i look at my phone and fix my hair in the mirror. I close the door as you say.... Mr. Jonah look up and his first impression was shattered when he saw you. He expect to see some one tough and aggressive, someone that would dress more appropriate in front of the students." Eer... Sit down. Ms. Kimberly." He read your particulars and find it quite impressive. "You are a graduate and you certainly has great qualification but, in this little town, you need to cover up a little, especially your chest" he pointed at your semi exposed breast. "Let me take you to the teachers room and show you your place."It was a small room with only 6 tables in it. "This is Ms. Ann, Mr. Raja, and the rest are having classes." I ignore the “cover up” comment. And thank you for the opportunity at the school “ i will do good as a teacher” i say arrogantly as you look over my papers and high marks. The oher teachers leave and i have an hour before my first class. I am shocked when you boldly say you need to “inspect” my attire. You approach and begin reaching for the top button on my dress. I gasp in nervous anticipation as i dont think your serious at first as you.... Bump need new writer to take over. This one ghosted me OOC.I don't know what happened here but Bankbabe13 asked for someone to take over so as we have been writing together for quite some time I volunteered, so hold onto your cocks guys and you gals who are wearing panties keep a tight grip on them.IC.The school principal was having a hard time keeping his excitement under control, here he had the perfect opportunity to 'train' a naive, young and dare he say it, beautiful, graduate to his way of doing things which in some cases would be frowned upon by the education authorities."Before you venture into the classroom I need to inspect your attire for any potential wardrobe malfunctions, the students here can be quite rowdy and have little respect for the teachers unfortunately, so you can expect some joker trying get his hands on your tits or up your skirt. I need to see if your bra will stand up to rough handling."Saying that he began to unbutton her dress and when her bra was in full view his breathing became heavier and his eyes glittered. He took hold of Kimberly's bra at the front and jerked and it came away in his hand and her perky tits flopped out of the dress."Do you see what I mean Miss Cumstrom? One unguarded moment and you are at their mercy much as you are at mine right now. Allow me to cover you up,"He gathered the sides of Kimberly's dress ostensibly to button it up again but somehow he seemed to slip and fell with the front of her dress still in his hand and as he fell the remaining buttons popped open and the dress gaped open, she was not naked but might as well have been as her tits were bare and her only covering below the waist was nylon pantyhose with no panties, her camel toe clearly visible.My deepest apologies Miss Cumstrom most clumsy of me."He apologised while staring at the half naked Kimberly who appeared to be too stunned to attempt to cover up."You cannot possibly go into class like that so I suggest you either take the rest of the day off and go home or you could go to my home and find some of my ex-wife's clothes, she is.... was, about your size but nowhere near as good a figure."He licked his lips as he waited for her decision. Thinking it an odd offer after the attire “ inspection” I take his key and go to his home, never one to pass up new and FREE clothing in the name of fasion i select the following.. retirn to the school. Some of the female staff scoff ar me and mutter things such as “ what does the Beverly Hills princess think this a fasion show?” I am on my way back to your office when i pass by teachers lounge and stop in for coffee. Two male teachers are there and make no quams about making lewd renarks abour my attire. Hearing about a new teacher and mocking me for looking like a fish out of water as i pour my coffee. The eldest of the two male teachers stood behind Kimberly and murmured,"MMMMMMMM I wonder what the fashionistas would make of this cute ass, honey."He lifted the back of her skirt and rubbed her firm silky ass cheeks and then pressed up close to her dry humping her ass holding her waist and sliding one hand to cup her breast."You've got a nice rack here as well babe, you really must show us sometime. What do you think sonny?" addressing the younger teacher who was watching wide eyed at how Kimberly was being groped."Can I?" He asked and stretched his hand out and the older one grabbed his hand and put it on Kimberly's other firm tit."Go on boy, grab a handful of tit and you just gotta feel this ass, one of these days we'll both be fucking it won't we Miss high and mighty?"Between them they groped her tits and ass before the bell for end of break rang and they let her go."Thanks for being so helpful honey we'll be here at lunchtime if you want to go further." They laughed as they left. Kimberly not realising that the back of her skirt was tucked into her panties leaving her ass openly on view. Flustered from that encounter, i dont realize tge back of my dress is tucked into my lacy pink boy short panties. A few of the girls and boys snicker and point yet I don’t realize they are referencing me. I hear remarks about the dress and hat about me being a fashionista instead of a teacher and others whispering to one another “she think she back in Beverly Hills?” I make it to your office so you can “approve” this attirw so i can head to my first class of the day. Mr. Jonah the school principal called out "Come in." at the timid knock on his door and his eyes glittered as Kimberly came in wearing one of his late wife's and his favourite outfits."AH there you are Miss Cumstrom, I see you have found something to your liking ,,,,,,,,, and mine if I may say so, turn around and let me look at you and make sure everything is in order."He smiled as he saw the back of her skirt tucked into her lacy pink boy shorts showing her almost naked pale white ass."I see you have met our Mr. Jansen, he is a bit of a joker and fancies himself as a lady's man but I doubt that you will succumb to his charms."He pulled the skirt out of Kimberly's panties and let it drop back into position then patted her rear."Take my advice and always check your dress whenever you have been anywhere near him, if you are unsure you can always come to me and I will check you over."He tried to keep his voice level and professional but the lust he was feeling crept into his voice and Kimberly's face went a bright pink."You had better run along to your class now and return here after class and we'll run through what is expected of you, both in and out of school."He took another look at her shapely body and patted her backside again as she went through the door. After fixing my dress i head to my first class. As expected, when i wrote my name on the board, that drew many lewd comments from the students. Along with bolder comments like was my underwear as high wnd as my dress and hat, mocking my attire. As I walk in between the desks to hand out an introduction worksheet for the I find myself dodging eager hands trying to dart up under my dress or trying to stop me with a “question” about the paper so their buddy coukd try to lift back of dress while distracted. I continue handing the papers as they... Kimberly's protests at being groped by her students went unheeded and they became bolder. They took it as a sign that she was up for more than a grope as she didn't run screaming out of the door. Three of them grabbed her and held her down on her desk in front of the whole class. Her dress was hiked up round her waist and the top was pulled down so she was to all intents and purposes showing everything to the class, they cheered and clapped as the leader fingered her pussy, ramming three fingers rapidly in and out of her sopping wet pussy and one of the others tilted her head back and pushed his cock down her throat while pinching her nipples and stretching them. Her protests were muffled by the cock in her mouth. Despite herself Kimberly was approaching orgasm and the one pumping her cunt sensed it and took his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, plunging deep inside her."Do ya wanna cum for the class Miss? I'm sure they'd love to see you cumming, do ya squirt as well?"Kimberly couldn't stop herself and came heavily over his cock and when she lay limply on her desk he waved his cock about and shouted excitedly,"I just fucked the new teacher and she loved it, some one else can fuck her after lunch, don't you be late Miss."When Kimberly sat up she put her straw hat on and cum trickled down her face, someone had cum in her hat. I managed to fix my dress and make it to the ladies room to clean the big floppy hat and my face before anyone sees me. As i make my way back to your office i hear the bell ring for lunch time and the hall flood with all the students at once. As i try to make it through, going the opposite direction, like a salmon swimming upstream, I feel hands grab at my boobs,my ass through the dress, hands sneaking inder and pretty much palming my pussy mound. So many bodies around me that on the commotion i cannot make out where the groping hands come from. I even feel the hem of my dress lifted a couple times and hear what aounds like a camera phone going off. As i try to make ot through the mass with clothing intact. In among the throng of students, no one notices Kimberly as she is picked up by her elbows and carried through to the gym changing rooms, her feet are only inches above the floor as she is strapped to clothing hooks and her dress is lifted up to her waist and her bald pussy, still dripping cum is open for everyone to see and the one in charge stands at the door charging $1 for anyone who wants to look and $5 for a lick of her pussy. Soon there is a queue and some want a grope of her tits so Kimberly's top is pulled down so her tits hang over the top of her dress and her tits and nipples are red and sore from all the pinching and groping, sometimes her pussy is being licked and finger fucked at the same time. The bell rings for the end of lunch break and everyone disappears leaving Kimberly to try and free herself as she needs to get back to her class, she guesses that as she has been told not to be late she will undoubtedly be spanked in front of the whole class. I should just run out or reprt the incidents but whether it is sheer stubbornness mixed with my naive nature or not wanting to lose the potential high end teaching job which fuels my shopping passion, i fix my dress and make my way to your office. “Sorry I’m late sir, got caught up talking to students about test processes”. He was none the wiser on what had just happened to me since I freshened up well but was NOT happy at all at my late arrival. Scolding me for setting a bad example for my studehts, hecsays just like if they are late I need to be “disciplined”.“You cant be serious sir, teachers and students on same level in regards to discipline?” That is met with me being bent over his desk, hem of dress whisked up over my ass and the resounding slap that echoed his office. Mr Jonah's hand rose and fell on Kimberley's cute round ass as she screamed at the pain and her butt turned a rosy pink, after around five minute's Kimberly's cries died away and she just gasped, his fingers straightened and as each blow landed his fingers found one or the other of her holes and his fingers became wet with her juices. He kept her pinned to the desk with one hand in the small of her back and he panted and groaned as his fingers went deeper into each hole alternately."I don't normally discipline my staff like this Kimberly but your ass is so delectable I just had to find an excuse to get my hands on it, now I find myself in the situation where I not only want to spank you but fuck you as well, it would seem that you are enjoying this just as much as me so kindly open your legs and we can both find relief, I must ask though do you mind if I cum in whichever hole I choose to fuck?" I say nothing but you saw my purse and saw i was on birth control pils so you know you can cum inside me without repercussions of knocking me up. You tell tour secretary to hold all your calls as you are in a teacher “review” meeting. I hear your zipper go down and since i did not give an answer you say sometimes you must make “tough” decisions for your staff. I feel my self flipped around to face you as i fall back off balance to your desk. My bald pussy wide opwn and on display for you. As Kimberly fell back on the desk her dress flew up as did her long shapely legs that opened wide unintentionally but nonetheless her pretty pink pussy was there and looked ripe and ready for Mr Jonah's thick stiff cock. He placed a hand on her shoulder pinning her down with one hand while he unzipped himself with the other, he stepped between her luscious spread thighs and with a lecherous look he tapped his cockhead on her clit."It's been a while since I've had to discipline any of my staff but I am so pleased it's you, Kimberly, you are by far the prettiest of them and you will remember this for quite some time, it might even come to pass that you will find some excuse for me to discipline you again, I certainly hope so."He slid his cock head into her entrance and began pumping his hips against her, pushing his hot throbbing shaft deeper with every stroke. Kimberly bucked and squirmed on his desk and his hand gripped the top of her dress and pulled it down to free her tits which, once free of the restraining material bounced and jiggled wildly.After a couple of minutes, Kimberly stopped struggling and began moaning,"Please Sir, Oh yes Sir, I'm going to cum.""Yes Kimberly, so am I, it's a good job you're taking precautions."One final hard deep thrust and he held his cock inside her as he creamed her hot sweet cunt. I cum hard, blushing heavily as im conflicted been here less than a week and I should run, or report these incidents but I liked the attention secretly so i cleaned up and left for the day. The next morning was a warm day so I chose the following.. getting stares from other female teachers and comments under their breath about me “thinking this was a fashion show” or me looking like a “barbie doll”. There was some construction at main door so I had to use a side door to head up the few flights of stairs to my classroom. What i didnt know, being a new teacher was this is where the “detention” kids hung out. As I try to go up, one blocks my way saying “you’re new here? Gotta pay the stair “tax”I give them an odd look thinking just messing with me being new. Then they.... The gang blocking the stairway smirk and block Kimberly's way, they laugh when Kimberly asks them how much the 'stair tax' is,The leader steps forward with a red bandana around his head like one of the street gangs. He put his face close to Kimberly's and slowly licked her face as he took hold of her tits through the summer dress,When he had finished he asked "She tastes really good guys and she's got some fancy knockers, I'll bet you her nips are like rose hips, All hard 'n' juicy, what d'ya say we let her off with just a display, show us what she's got and next time we'll take our pick."The gang roar in agreement and Bandana guy says,"Ok you heard 'em they wanna see what ya got, make it real slow and tease 'em some, they'll have boners rest of the day no doubt."He put his hand on Kimberly's shoulder and slid one strap down and said,"You do the other one and keep 'em guessing a while longer as to whether ya wearing a bra. Ya know ya could do a lot worse than come out with me tonight and ah'll show ya a sight ya won't forget." Stand frozen as the leader gropes and comments on e perky my breast feels. Keeping the others in the dark, even though he knows he feels no evidence of a bra cup under my summer dress i slide the other strap halfway down, hoping they just want that “sexy” straps sliding down look of a teacher and leave me be. Not the case though as he hooks a finger into the top of my dress and pulls down slowly. With my thin straps already halfway down the shoulder. My dress slides down untill i gasp as both of my breasts come into view of the boys showing them no bra under dress. I go to cover breasts with hands and say“Enough goofing off boys. With whatever this stair “tax” is Let me pass” "Stair tax? Oh yes, you'll have to step into my office to pay,"It's clear that he had forgotten all about the imaginary so-called stair tax and is only interested in getting the 'newbie' naked. He didn't know or care what year she was in and the fact that she might be a teacher hadn't even entered his tiny sex driven brain.With one hand on the small of her bare back and the other tangled in her hair, almost knocking the hat off her head he guides her to a small closet on the stair landing."In there babe, and you better pay up or else the rest of the guys will be wanting me to share you with them and I think you'd prefer to just pay me."The closet is so small there is barely enough room for both of them so they are standing toe to toe with her naked tits pressed into his bare chest, her nipples have hardened to dark pebbles, whether in fear or arousal he doesn't know or care."Are you wearing panties babe? No don't answer that, I'll find out for myself."He put his hand under her skirt and stroked up her toned smooth thighs and finds her crotch which is beginning to grow damp and chuckles on finding no panties,"You 'newbies' sure learn fast, always dress for the unexpected,"Two fingers are pushed roughly into her now wet hole and pumped in and out while his other hand frees his cock, all eight inches of Puerto Rican man meat."There's not enough room for you to get on your knees so I'll take a handjob as a deposit, you can pay the balance on our date tonight, meet me at eight o' clock, you had better show or I'll come looking for you, just so you know I;m the one who does the screwing around here, now get on with it, slow but firm is how I like it."He grabbed her hand and wrapped her fingers around his hard throbbing shaft. I figure a quick handjob is my quickest way out of this predicament. As I slowly stroke him he asks some questions about which class Im in when I dont answer right away, he gets an evil grin upon his face, then says. “ ohhhh you must be the new teacher this stupid school was getting”. He seems emboldened now having a teacher made to stroke him. He stips me fora moment then pulls me back out to the stairwell and i grow red in the face as he reveals to gis boys im no student but the new teacher. With that he grabs my hand making me stroke him as another covers my mouth and finger fucks me as he jokes about “wanting to work well with the new teach”. I am brought to orgasm as the guy i was stroking is getting close as he.... He whispered in her ear as she smothered his cock in her sticky juices and twitched his meaty shaft in her hot wet tunnel ready to blast his creamy spunk inside her,"You pretend that you don't want this but your body is telling me otherwise, we should come to some arrangement that suits us both."He rammed his cock deeper inside he as she gasped out,"Please, finish inside me, I really love your hot cock inside me.""Sure teach, I'll give it to ya regular like and in return I'll make sure ya get no trouble in class but ya gotta promise that your hot wet snatch belongs to me alone unless I tell ya otherwise, I can use you to get favours done for me, ya understand what I'm saying?"He held her hips and pulled her onto him, burying his cock deep inside her and he shuddered as his spunk spalattered against the inside of her hot wet cunt. His “boys” were outside and I blush heavily as he reveals to them that I am no student but a new teacher from upper class Beverly Hills. He tells them, for now, only he screws me but they can have me blow them. I refuse and the “leader” knees the back of my leg making them buckle and making me kneel“Now teach gotta help all students, even misfits like us. Oral exam time. He pulls my red hair a bit making me look up at them as a cock is already aimed at my face. Reluctantly I open my mouth as the first boy.... Kimberly is forced to her knees and a sharp tug on her hair forces her mouth open as she cries in pain. Quick as flash before she can close it a thick length of meaty cock is pushed in her mouth and her head is being made to nod up and down pushing the head of the meaty throbbing cock down her throat."See that guys? She's fucking gagging for it, don't all rush at once, you'll all get your turn. Teach here ain't gonna turn down the chance to blow all of us.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, are you teach?"He pulls Kimberly's head back so she is looking at him, cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. Laughing he turned her head side to side indicating a negative answer."See, she's so turned on by us all she's speechless."The whole gang laughs then scatter as the class bell goes leaving Kimberly on her knees on the stairs wondering what to do. I fix myself and have about an hour before my next class. I go to the principal’s office for to ask for more file folders. Neither he or his secretary are in so i figure i will just get them. Even though I am new, I figure i am a teacher so it should be ok to get them myself. I open a cabinet drawer to go looking for them when I hear the principal’s voice say “Miss Cumstrom what are you doing?” i turn around blushing a bit and just say “I .. I was just getting file folders”. He says I am new and not allowed in his office when he is out. He quickly closes the drawer which traps the hem of my dress in it. I am stuck now as without a word he pulls out the top of my sun dress to peer down it as he playfully tugs at it stressing the thin straps as he says .... The spaghetti straps on Kimberly's summer dress are pulled taut and almost at breaking point as the principal peers down her top, looking for her nipples; he mumbles almost to himself."OH MY LORD, what a find you are Miss Kimberly, I have explained to you before that we have a strict dress code for the younger prettier female members of staff, after all there are lots of testosterone filled youths here who would think nothing of taking advantage of you if you happened to be caught alone in a little used part of the school, however it seems you have chosen to ignore my words and deliberately dressed provocatively, therefore it is my duty to show you the error of your ways."He pulled sharply on the front of her dress and the thin straps finally gave way and her dress slipped down to her waist while her tits bobbed and swayed at their sudden release."You see what might happen? You are minding your own business on the way to class when you are set upon by an unruly group of these boys who will think nothing of stripping you naked, like this."He tugged at her dress so it slipped to the floor and she stood naked in the Principal's office, blushing madly."Don't try to cover yourself Miss Kimberly, these boys would not allow you to do so, I would be failing in my duty of care if I did not show you the peril's you face. So you would have to face them as you are and submit to their groping hands, they would touch you all over, exactly as I am doing.He ran his hands all over Kimberly's naked body and played with her breasts and nipples until they became hard points. His wet mouth sucked one of her nipples in and stretched it out before letting it bounce back into position."Depending where you are they may wish to take things even further and ,,,,,,,,,,,,well, you understand what i'm saying, You wouldn't want that would you?"He slipped his hand between her legs and found her pussy wet with excitement, his eyes glittered and he whispered lewdly in her ear."Or perhaps you would like it,,,,,,,,,,,, very much." Just in the sun hat and heels. I am frozen in shock so I don’t struggle or scream out. You calmly fondle me saying what “scenarios” could happen if boys caught the new teacher like this, dress or skirt getting caught in a locker trapping me to their whims. Breathing increases a bit as just the tip of your finger probes my pussy wondering if you will just tease me to teach me this “lesson” or get bolder.“Si..sir..I....I should get back to my classroom to focus on my less..lesson plans” I plead trying to change the subject.. somewhat unsuccessfully at the current moment as I stand before you. The principal pushes two fingers into Kimberly's soft dewy wetness and shushes her claims that she has to get to class. He calls his secretary on the phone,"Miss Cumstrom is indisposed at the moment please arrange for someone to take her classes for the rest of the day."Turning back to Kimberly he resumes fingering her now very wet pussy,"You can relax Kimberly, it's all taken care of and you can do whatever it is you'd rather be doing, just the two of us, undisturbed. perhaps you would be more comfortable sitting in my chair and hook you long legs over the arms to give me a clearer view of you and easier access." At first i refuse and you gently walk me back till I bunp into your big office chair and fall back into it. In the process of falling into it you catch my 40” long legs and hook them over the arms, putting me on “display” for you clad only in my heels and floppy sun hat. Im sot of stuck in that position and again say “ummm I should be going sir” knowing it’s falling on deaf ears. You walk toward me and flip a coin saying “ heads mouth, tails pussy” you call it in the air. I watch with anticipation as it flips in the air, trying to wrap my head around what is actually going on right in your office. You catch it and reveal that it landed on.... The principal chuckled as he caught the spinning coin and revealed that it had stuck upright between his fingers."I guess that means I'm gonna have to fuck both holes and when I'm done I'll think about your ass."He stood in front of Kimberly and slowly teased Kimberly's wide eyes as she watched the zipper slide down, he reached inside his pants and with a flourish he fished out what at first looked like a wriggling snake. With a smirk he announced,"You seem disappointed but you can be sure it will get a damn sight harder and bigger in time."Kimberlysank back in the chair, resigned to the fact that the principal, her boss, was going to fuck her whether she wanted him to or not."Now Miss Cumstrom so there's no arguments about this in the future I want you to speak into this recorder these exact words, 'Will you please fuck me Sir? Fuck me so hard that I cum over your beautiful cock, now I have seen it I want it inside me and I will suck it clean afterwards'He grinned with satisfaction as Kimberly repeated his words into the mic and hen he put his hands on her knees and spread her legs even further so her pussy was open and weeping her juices as he bent his knees and slid half of his hardening cock into her snatch, he paused until his cock was fully hard then gave one mighty thrust inside her slick wet tunnel that all but knocked the breath out of her. "Ahhhhh ugh! " I gasp as you slam into me knocking the wind out of me for a moment. You begin to pump me and make lewd comments on my body and say I will be a good teacher at your school. Each time I try to utter a protest, you make sure to slide your long cock all the way which causes me to lose my breath for a moment. After a few moments you pull out and grabbing me by my short red hair, not hard, just enough for a good hold you move my head to your cock and slide it last my lips, more or less making me taste my own juices that have coated it. You enjoy the sight of it disappearing and reappearing. " Mmpph,... Mmpph... Glug... Glug " are the only sounds I can make as you.... The principal grinned as Kimberly's head bobbed up and down on his cock like a nodding dog, spluttering as his cock slid into her throat,"Do I taste good Miss Cumstrom? Oh, I'm sorry is that too formal for you? Now we have got to know each other better I'll call you Kitten Kimberly and you can call me Sir, is that agreeable to you?"As he spoke he forced Kimberly's head up and down in a nodding motion."That's a good girl Kitten so when i dump my cum in your throat you're going to swallow every drop aren't you?"He nodded her head again and fucked her mouth harder until he spurted five or six thick creamy ropes of cum in her throat, some missed and covered her eyes and chin."Beautiful Kitten, absolutely beautiful." he crowed as he lifted her up by her hair and bent her over his desk ready to take his fat wet cock in her ass. Still trying to recover from swallowing his load as I'm bent over I say nothing and only manage a grunt or two as his cum slicked cock easily slides in my tight ass. He comments, on my tight ass and long toned legs, lewdly joking about how he likes his teachers to stay in shape. His cock is not long but thick as he pumps me. I don't struggle much, not because I enjoy it, but because of the position he has me in as he talks dirty to me and me still wrapping my head around all that has taken place in the last hour or so. I feel him begin to tense as I can tell he must be getting close. The principal tugged on Kimberly's hair as he rode her ass, pulling her head back and arching her back, he talked dirty to her and felt her begin to buck and grind herself onto his long thick rod, pushing it deep into her bowels,"YES Kitten, yes, fck yourself on me, you want it hard and fast baby so you can cum for me? You want me to cum in yer ass, nice thick gooey spunk all churning inside you then when I pull my plug out it'll be running down your legs and you'll feel so fucking naughty but so pleased with yourself.Before Kimberly climaxed he shot three or four loads of hot creamy spunk inside Kimberly as she panted face down on his desk. As you empty inside me you lewdly joke about I will make a, great addition to the staff since I take direction well and it's always good when teachers work "well" with the principal. The day was just about over and there was an assembly so no classes in the afternoon. I head home and think I should quit but not going to let a, pervert principal get the best of me. Maybe young naive attitude mixed with my "princess" personality. I should of worn a boring pantsuit to the school the next morning but the diva in me has other plans I choose the following.. . enter the school as I walk down the hallway I see two studsnts in a, scuffle and decide to try to break it up before a, fight ensues. The principal knew there was a scuffle going on but he daren't try to break it up as the two involved were the two most dangerous pupils in the school with no regard for anyone, other students, teachers male or female, in fact they ruled the school. He looked out of his study window and saw Kimberly approach the two scuffling students, she looked like a schoolgirl herself the way she was dressed. He opened the window so he could hear what was being said.'Bad start' he muttered as he heard Kimberly order them to break it up."Or what you gonna do about it? Take us to see the principal? Suppose we don't wanna go, you gonna drag us there? Who are you anyway, you must be new here, this is our school and you don't tell us what to do, we tell you."Kimberly stepped back tripping over a brick that the other guy had put behind her, she tripped and fell backwards her legs flying in the air and her short skirt flew up showing her long legs and her pantyhose."Well, well, lookee here, she don't wear panties, wonder why, maybe she's hoping to run into a couple of horny guys who know how to take care of her, must be your lucky day,"Instead of helping her up he ran his hand up her legs from the knee to her crotch and tore a big hole in her pantyhose."Let's go somewhere a bit more private, the gym is not in use this time of day, that'll do nicely."Before Kimberly could protest they took one arm each and frogmarched her to the gym."No gym kit eh? You'll just have to exercise naked, get 'em off, all of yer clothes and we'll give yer some exercises to do."Kimberly had no choice, she undressed slowly wondering what they were going to do. She stood almost naked having kept her pantyhose on with a big gaping hole in the crotch and incongruously her hat perched on her head, hands covering her breasts and pussy as best she could."HANDS BY YOUR SIDES, NO HIDING YOUR TITS AND PUSSY" The main guy barked.Twenty star jumps and spread those legs wide." he ordered.Kimberly did as she was told unable to prevent her tits from bobbing and swaying in front of the two guys, she blushed as her pussy began to tingle."Yeah very nice babe, now for some squats."Before they began the two guys stripped off and lay on a gym mat with their cocks pointing skywards."To make sure you squat right down ya gotta sit on our dicks with each squat, five on me then five on Bull here, you might find it easier if your cunt is wet and slippery, that's up to you."They lay on the mats waiting expectantly for Kimberly to begin. I refuse at first blushing from my exposure to the two trouble makers. One then says " Ok miss fashionista teacher maybe a little help getting started. " I stand on one of the mats as one of the boys slides under me between my slightly spread legs. The other says " Now squat teach" and pushes down on my shoulders. I try to resist but a second hand on my shoulders is, too much and I comply. I gasp as the cock below, being held upward by the one enters my tight shaved pussy. The one gently tugs my hair to pull me upward then pushes the shoulders till I end up repeating the process again until the cock below fully enters me. I reluctantly complete the set of 5 squats on my own, shuddering each time the cock enters and is withdrawn.The second boy takes his place and says " Next set fashion plate! " As he holds his cock up I... There was no need for them to help Kimberly squat down on the second boy's cock as she bent her knees and reached between her her legs to guide the length of his cock into her sex. Whereas with the first one she had leapt up as soon as possible when he was inside her she remained squatting on his cock and gripped it with her internal muscles, rippling her wet muscles along his shaft.He soon caught on that Kimberly was quite happy to ride him and he held her hips and bounced her up and down. Kimberly's tits began to bounce and sway and Kimberly grabbed at the other boy's hands and made him squeeze her tits."Ya gettin' t'like it ain't ya teach? Much better than tryin' to teach a mob of morons."They took turns fucking her and Kimberly was really enjoying herself then one of the boys suggested using the big bath where the football teams bathed after each game. They grab me and wisk me to the team bath area, once there they kneel me down and comment that my tall frame outside, new at the perfect height as the first begins to make me suck him off. Then a male voice rings out, "what the hell is going on here boys leave her alone and class now! "They scatter quickly leaving me and the source of the voice, Mr Brad Poole, the team coach. I think he is going to help me but then he begins to rub my exposed breasts and says he has not welcomed me to the school yet. Before I know it he fingers me for a good 5 minutes and I reluctantly orgasm, he tosses me a, team jersey to cover myself and tells me wait for him in teacher lounge he needs to discuss something with me and I better take off before his boys arrive. Not left with many options I comply. Making quick movements so no one sees me as I make it to the teacher lounge. Brad made the new teacher wait in the teacher's lounge knowing that she will be easier to control if she is nervous and waiting for the unknown is nerve wracking.After ten minutes he walked in and looked her over eyeing the two mounds under the shirt he had given her. Walking right up to her he grabbed hold of her tits and rolled them together under the shirt,"Yep you'll do nicely, nice rack you have there, let me tell you the rules, that is MY rules,first one is you are not allowed to wear the school shirt until you have been initiated, that means you're haven't been initiated until you have been fucked by me personally, those two cretins you were with will be dealt with later, for now it's just you and me, you haven' been initiated yet so get that shirt off I wanna see what I'm getting."He grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted it up over her head leaving her naked, he stepped back and suddenly put his hands between her legs and three fingered her pussy,"Hmmm maybe those two morons did me a favour and got you nicely worked up it's like a fucking mudbath down there all wet and sticky."He pushed his fingers in deeper until Kimberly was standing on tiptoe just his fingers in her tight wet cunt holding her up."seeing as how this is your first time with me I'll give you the choice of position after that I'll say what the position is, GOT IT?" Beat red as I stand completely naked on the teacher lounge. You tell me that we got about an hour before the other classes end. In a state of shock I want this to be over quick so I can redtesss before anyone sees me. I say missionary. You lay me down on the floor on a carpeted area just inside the locked door where I lie on my back knees up. You undo your pants and I see your hard cock emerge as you kneel. I then feel you slowly slide into me. I gasp and I see the look and smirk on your face as I can tell you have not had a pussy as tight as mine in some time.You make a lewd joke about "officially" welcoming me to the school now as you.... Kimberly made no fuss as Brad explained HIS rules to her, Obediently she lay down on the carpeted area and planted her feet on the floor with her knees bent and legs open, he could see her eyeing his cock as he dropped his pants and knelt between her legs."Nice isn't it Kimberly? You'll soon have it inside you and you'll come back for more during the semester I guarantee that." Brad boasted as he slid into Kimberly's already aroused wet pussy.Brad's self satisfied smirk grew bigger as Kimberly gasped as he pounded her tight pink hole. He gives her a mocking spiel about being officially welcomed now she has has had the honour of him fucking her."i think we will have to renew your welcome regularly Kimberly so let's say weekly you report to me after school's finished and we can have some real fun, find out your kinks and you can indulge mine."He pounded her for a few more minutes then shot his load inside her and then calmly pulled out, got dressed and said,"I've got a class, so have you, I suggest you get to it." The stars must've been aligned or something because not only did I make it back to my classroom unnoticed but my blouse skirt and bra and panties were there still. I for dressed fixed my hair and sat down at my desk in the nick of time before a few Male students came in. I gave them an odd look as they were not in my other classes. "This is business math 101 are you boys in right class" I say as I saw no books in hand."What teach we were told this was detention period in this room you're new who are you?"It is only then I look at new class schedule and groan as my classroom was designated for the detention period since the normal teacher was out sick."Hey teach you mumbled some business math stuff. How about the business of subtracting some of those blouse buttons for is huh?" He says mockingly, getting cheers from the other delinquents that came in with him. Even in the short time that Kimberly had been at the school she had come to realise that normal school rules didn't apply so she wasn't surprised when she was more or less told to display herself to these delinquents but determined not to give into them she ignored the catcalls and lewd suggestions from them and turned her back on them to write on the board but 'Digger' Lawson was just as determined to make his own power over the young teacher clear to all his cronies.He wet his fingers and held them up for his buddies to see then he stood behind Kimberly as she was writing on the board her short skirt had hitched up a little showing the backs of her knees and lower thighs but he put his hand right up between her legs and found her wet panties covering her still wet pussy, he made short work of working his fingers under her panties and slipping his fingers into her cunt."Hey guys, I reckon she was looking forward to having us, her pussy is like a dripping tap." He called out as he waggled his fingers inside her tunnel and found her sensitive G-spot which made her gasp with surprise and a slight moan as he tickled her wet hole. His free hand found its way under her blouse and bra cups and he dug his fingers into the soft tit flesh."Now we've got the introductions out of the way you listen good to what I tell ya, I'm in charge her so when I tell ya to to show us your tits you do exactly that, and I don't mean a quick flash you leave those beauties on show for the whole class, understood?"He grinned as Kimberly nodded and began to unbutton her blouse.When Kimberly had bared her tits he made her sit facing the class and put her feet up on two chairs so her legs are wide open and her wet pink pussy is there for everyone to see."We're gonna play a little game, each one of us is gonna use a ruler to fire paper pellets at your cunt, every time you get your pussy hit the guy who fired the pellet gets a blow job from you, does that sound like fun?" Reluctantly I expose my tits and pussy not wanting my blouse ripped off or anything else, figuring they just wanted a show. A couple of their shots hits my inner thigh resulting in jeers from their peers on the miss. One of the delinquents on his next shot bounces one off my pussy lips."Those are LONG legs to get a shot past. I'm the best" he snickers walking up to me. I cannot believe this, my mind racing here I am more or less forced to be topless in a classroom. He pulls out his cock and without a word, pulls my head slightly down and forces it past my lips causing me to gag a bit before adjusting to the invader in my throat now. He begins to pump in and out of my mouth. My eyes widen as I hear one of the few female voices in the room say "hey boys poor teacher thought this was business math, which is formulas and working togetherright? Let's make Miss CUMstrom cum together with us" The sentence itself would of been bad enough but it sounded like it was coming from between my open legs as she...

New teacher ( for bankbabe)

Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

Peter had it all, his family was rich and powerful, nothing had ever been denied him and his entire life. Of course it only cost him any hopes and dreams that he might have for himself, he was expected to grow up and do just what his parents expected. They wanted him to be married within a few years and were pushing him toward a number of potential young woman whom they felt were suitable for him to marry.Of course they were lovely but that was hardly the point, he didn't know any of them, they were only being introduced to him because their families had money and influence that could help his own family. In the same way he knew that these young women only pretended to have an interest in him because it was best for their families rather then because they were really attracted to him.He knew it could be worse though, at least he knew they were being honest when they would compliment him on his good looks. At twenty one years of age Peter worked quite hard to keep himself in good shape, his body was tall and slim but covered in corded muscle, a daily regiment of swimming or running keeping him fit.As he entered his private quarters, having just ended another of his parents pointless courting attempts he sighed and pushed his messy black hair back from his eyes. After all that he needed to relax a little bit. Loosening his tie he set his jacket aside on a nearby table. “Come out come out wherever you are.” He called out, teasing to get her attention, she always knew just how to help him unwind. Molly had been with Peter since she was a little girl. As a child she had been bought by his family and given to him as a birthday present. They were seven at the time and Molly remembered it. There were good and bad times of course but the two of them had grown up together, there wasn't a person in this house that knew Peter better then Molly.Lately his parents had been trying to fix him up, marry him off to some rich girl that he did not even know for the better of the family or for some busyness opportunity. She had seen their type a million times over. They came in there and pretended like they cared about Peter, pretending they were interested in something other then his money. They'd come here and treat her like she was trash, sometimes even try and get into bed with him in hopes of increasing their chances.As it was Molly had long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She was thin and petite. Her silky smooth hair was pulled back into a tight little bun was was requested by his parents. The glasses on the end of her nose were stylish, thin lenses. She was wearing a classic maids uniform, The black dress went down to her knees, the apron around the front was frilly and spotless. Her white stocking covered the rest of her legs and lead all the way down to the black flats. She was supposed to be wearing heels but traveling a house as big as this heels were murder on her feet.She heard someone coming and quickly hid the flats in the back of his walk in closet, she heard the door to his room open ad she put the straps around her ankles. The shoes looked like classic mary-janes only with much higher heels. When he called her the girl's lush red lips pulled back into a smile and she can out of the walk in closet. "Master I was just finishing putting your cloths away. Is there something you need?" She asked him. Molly was always happy to serve Peter, perhaps happier then she should be to see him happy. Frustrated with the tie Peter ceased trying to loosen it and instead just removed it all together, letting it fall to the floor before removing his shoes, the stiff leather having grown uncomfortable. They needed to be broken in but the problem was that once he broke them in they would cease to shine there way they did when they were new... which meant that they would be replaced right away. His feet had no doubt been torn up just wearing them for a few hours and every time he put them on he felt new sympathy for Molly and those heels, hell if it weren't for how her legs looked in them he would have probably had her stop wearing them some time ago.It was just a pity that her maid uniform wasn't more flattering, shorten the skirt, add some fishnets maybe, and of course tighten the whole thing up and it would be just about perfect. “The clothing can wait.” He grunted as he sank into a comfortable chair, feeling better already with the tie and shoes off, like he could breath properly.“I had another one of those boring little meetings with a possible future wife.” He explained, though he suspected that she already knew. The women as a rule were absolute bitches and treated Molly quite poorly, it was understandable why she hated them. And of course he could understand at least at some level why they disliked her, even if he were to get married he wouldn't let Molly go, she belonged to him, a close friend with whom he had shared many things, he would never get rid of one who could please him so perfectly... especially if it were a marriage of convenience.“Needless to say it was a rather tedious affair and could use your special brand of help in unwinding.” He thought that would make it quite clear what he desired, he needed to experience release if he was to unwind. She knew what it was like to have uncomfortable shoes but she said nothing on the subject, it was not her place to say anything about what was worn. If he could convince his family to allow it then he would be able to do what ever he chose with her uniform. He could make it shorter, tighter, change the stocking to fishnets or simply remove the uniform all together and make her clean the house in nothing at all but carrying the cleaning supplies would be difficult then."I saw. What a... energetic woman." Molly knew better then to insult Peter's potential matches. There had been a fight a few months ago where his parents were deciding who to pick for him to see next. Molly had suggested inviting him in on the decision and she was yelled at for it, then she questioned why he wasn't considered while they decided his future and she was smacked. They were allowed to hit her, she was property after all, but Peter never raised a hand to her.When he mentioned her special brand of unwinding she blushed. Sometimes when he was tense a glass of milk could calm him, sometimes he preferred it form the source. "I am sorry master but you will need to be a little bit more specific." she told him as she returned to the laundry basket filled with his cloths, folding them and putting them away as she hoped to calm the blush on her cheeks. She hoped that he meant that he wanted some milk, she was given special medication so that she would produce milk just for him and with all of the meetings things have been so busy they haven't had any alone time and her breasts were large and swollen in their neglect. He watched her blush with a small smile, he had a very good idea about where her mind had gone but that wasn't quite what he had in mind. Sex was easy enough for him to come by, especially during his little courtship encounters with the potential wives. However he had refrained from seduction this time, for some reason that he couldn't explain he just hadn't been in the mood and certainly wasn't in it now.However Molly... that was a tempting though. The knowledge that he could have her in an instant if he were to say it was an exciting one but he couldn't do that to her, some people used their slaves in such ways, abused them horribly but she was a friend, a lovely friend whom he had considered taking several times but had never been able to say the words that would get her into his bed in an instant.That of course didn't mean that he hadn't fantasized about it, that he hadn't watched her closely, she was incredibly beautiful and the temptation was almost always present.“Of course, I'm sorry.” He said with a small chuckle, unable to keep his eyes from her swollen and heavy breasts, knowing that it had to be uncomfortable for her at that moment. “My back is a little bit tight and I am thirsty, so after we have relieved a little bit of the pressure from your breasts I would like you to give me a massage, just something to help me unwind.” He licked his lips a little, an unconscious gesture that came from the thought of her taste, it was unlike anything else and even know he knew that without attention it became uncomfortable for her he knew that he didn't want to give up her sweet taste. When he mentioned that all he wanted was a massage she was a little bit disappointed but she managed to hide it. She needed to relieve some of the pressure and that was not the only pressure she wished he would relieve. Molly was perhaps the only person in this house not getting any and not only was she not sleeping with anyone but she had never done so. That's right, this girl was a virgin. She was given to him at such a young age that she had not desired sex before she belonged to him and now that she did he wouldn't touch her.The two of them were very intimate, sometimes it bothered his parents. She could wash his back in the massive bathtubs, sometimes he would wish to wash hers. Sometimes after she went through an extremely stressful day he'd want to wash all of her and take some milk in the process. If others knew they would think that he just wanted to enjoy his slave but no one knew that she enjoyed it too. Despite how close they were he never wanted her for sex and she did not understand why.She had heard what some people did to their slaves, some awful things or slaves used for sex alone and while she was happy to be treated better then that she knew that he wanted sex because he was having it with so many strange woman and she thought he wanted it with her because she had seen the way he looked at her but he never asked. Was that because he thought she would refuse it? If given the choice she would never refuse him, she wanted him as much as he wanted her and even if she didn't she'd still be unable to refuse... maybe that was the reason he never asked.When he mentioned wanting her milk she smiled a little bit. Putting away the item she had been folding she walked over to him and stood before him, a heavy blush on her cheeks. It did not matter how many times they did this she never seemed to stop blushing. She removed the apron, beneath it the dress buttoned down to her stomach. Unbuttoning the dress she exposed a frilly white bra with a clip in the front of it. The bra matched the frilly white lacy panties she wore and the lacey garders that held the thigh high white stockings. If he asked she could shed the whole dress and stand before him in nothing but the panties, garders, stockings and high heels but as it was she let the dress hang on her shoulders.Blushing as she unclasped the front of the bra to release her double D breasts for his use. Usually they were just D's but in his neglect she had gone up a cupsize and was not enjoying it. "W-would you like me to stand here or sit beside you?" she asked him, trying to be polite and proper as she was expected to be.Or perhaps you would like to lay be down on your bed while your mouth ravages my breasts? They're neglected and swollen because you've been ignoring me to bone these woman you've met only hours before!She wanted to say that, deeply she wanted to but she could not. She would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy it when he drank from her and she would be lying if she said she didn't get the most enjoyment out of it if he had her lay back with him on top of her. As much as she wished though she could not say it, she could hope though and with as well as he knew he she could only hope that hope would be enough. As she unbuttoned her top and revealed her breasts to him Peter shifted a little in his seat, trying and failing to hide the impressive bulge that was growing in his pants, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. It was more then just the taste of her milk that he enjoyed, he loved to press his lips to those perfect little nipples, to cup her flawless breasts in his hands and gently squeeze them, not just to aid in the flow but also just for the sheer enjoyment of the act. There were many women he had seduced but none of them had been able to compare to her beauty, none of them had such lovely breasts.Now that his mind had gone down this road he knew that he would be taking his desires in hand later that evening, handling his own needs until he was sore and unsatisfied, laying in bed and thinking of Molly. Still, just because he wouldn't go so far as to fuck her or even lay a lustful hand on her didn't mean that he couldn't do things that would help him enjoy himself a little more, something to add to his growing library of fantasies.“Take the dress off.” He sighed, trying to sound a little bit impatient as he looked at her, noting the blush on her cheeks, something that was as beautiful as anything else about her. “You look silly standing there with it half hanging off you.” A poor excuse he knew to get more of her clothing off of her but he couldn't just say that he wanted to see her naked. And it was time for another pure excuse merely to get more closeness from her as he drank. “Why don't we have you sit across my lap, my back if a bit tight to lean over and I know its uncomfortable for you to bend over to help me reach your nipples, maybe that would work better.”He was literally torturing himself, this would lead his brain no where that would help, not a single good thing could really come of this but he needed to do it. When he said to take the dress off she looked at him surprised. He had almost snapped the demand. She hadn't noticed the bulge in his pants but when he said it looked silly the slave rubbed her arm a little bit, embarrassed by the comment. She pulled the dress over her head, exposing her white silky panties and the lacy garders that held up the white stockings that went with her uniform. She felt a little bit silly now, standing there with her bra open and still in her shoes despite the fact that she was clearly indecent to go anywhere. That didn't mean that she didn't look drop dead sexy as she walked to hang up her dress so it would not wrinkle.The girl had all the right curves in all the right places. When she heard what he said about sitting on his lap she looked down and her face flushed pink when she saw the bulge in his pants. It seemed that she wasn't the only one eager to get to the suckling. She took off the bra as well, since it was hanging lose she thought it would look as silly as the dress had. Her whole upper half was bare. She wore no necklace and only had little diamond studs in her ears for looks. Her silken blonde hair was pulled up into a neat bun, when freed it fell all the way to the small of her back but he hadn't seen it down in a very long time.Still, she did what he said and straddled his lap, blushing deeply as she felt his length pressing through his pants against her panties. She put her hands on his arms to hold herself and kept her head down to try and hide the heavy blush that was collecting on her cheeks. Sure she'd seen him naked but sitting on his lap while he was aroused like this was a whole new experience. "A-are you ready?" She asked him, still blushing deeply a the situation. Despite himself, despite all of his ideals about not taking advantage of his power over her Peter was very tempted to go further as she removed her dress and the bra. How easy it would be for him to just unzip his pants and show her just how to please him. Taking it as far as he was right now, wasn't this abusing his power over her in a sense. With the way she blushed her knew she was a little bit embarrassed about the situation. Still, in his mind there was a fine line between tormenting himself and fueling a few fantasies and outright ordering her to take care of his needs.He wasn't quite ready yet though, he was going to enjoy this for as long as he could before it was finished. Almost unconsciously his body began to move, grinding lightly up against her while his hands held her hips and his eyes roamed over her body. “Its been a little while since we last bathed together.” He commented, knowing it had been several years but couldn't recall how many. “Your hips are much more full then they once were, you have grown.” And with that observation he reached behind her, undoing the bun that held her hair up in a desire to get the full effect.Peter smiled a little as he saw the golden tresses fall down her back, his fingers brushing through the silken locks before he lightly cupped and lifted her breasts, once more taking his time and feeling their weight and firmness. Finally with his curiosity satisfied he dipped his head to her breasts, running a tongue over each nipple to ensure they were hardened before latching his mouth over the left breast, suckling gently until he felt the first trickle of warm liquid pour over his tongue like his own source of ambrosia. She tried to ignore the feeling, really she did. Straddling the bulge in his pants she knew that he was aroused but when he began to shift, grinding ever so slightly against her, it was beginning to arouse her as well. At the same time he had his hands on her hips, holding them in a way she had only seen in her dreams. Gently she places one of her hands over his. Even if he didn't really care the way that she wanted him to, even if this was only for the breast milk and even if it was just bodily lust it was fun to pretend.It was fun to pretend that he really cared about her, when she had time to herself she could imagine that she was not his slave but his girlfriend or even his close friend. She could pretend that even if she was not his property he would still enjoy having her around. She could pretend that he'd love her the way that she loved him. The only problem with pretending was that eventually you had to stop and get back to reality and as much as she wanted it that reality was not the one that she lived in.His comment about her hips made her blush. "I-It has been a while..." she agreed, unsure of what he was waiting for. Usually he didn't stall this long before drinking from her but she didn't mind, it was more alone time that she got to spend with him. When he reached up and undid her bun she was caught off guard. She felt her hair come loose and reached up to fix it then she stopped. She felt his fingers brushing through her hair and she could not help but smile. If she had her way she would keep her hair down all the time just in hopes that he would do this again but his parents had control over her uniform and they said her hair needed to be pulled out of the way.Finally he got to her breasts. He handled her body with care, he almost seemed to be inspecting them, committing them to memory, they were, after all, a size larger then when he last had them. When he dipped down to get to them Molly took hold of his arms, leaning back a little to give him more access. Her breath quickened a little when his tongue ran over the sensitive flesh and as he began to suckle small pleasured whimper escaped the girl. This was not the first time she'd done this, sometimes he could even get a moan out of her, he wasn't the only one that found pleasure in this. He was lost as he drank, at first suckling gently but the taste quickly drove him to draw harder against her nipples, his mouth opening wide to engulf as much of her breast as he could as he swallowed every drop greedily. The taste was like nothing he could describe, warm and satisfying like nothing else, the taste always seeming to change a little bit depending on what she had eaten last. Whatever that last meal of hers had been it had been something quite sweet, possibly fruit of some kind.The whimpering though, he hadn't really noticed that she did that in the past... was that a sound of pleasure or just more embarrassment. Either way he ground up against her harder, unable to help himself at the sound of those enticing little noises that she was making. Everything that she was doing right then would only fuel his fantasies later on that night as he lay in his bed, knowing that she was in the adjoining room and that all he would have to do is call her name and he could have her doing anything he desired in a moment.Finding the flow of milk slowing a little he moved his attention to the other breast, running his tongue up the underside in order to catch a little milk that had already flowed from her and began to suckle again, this time drawing greedily from the very beginning, never being satisfied by the taste, he would never be satisfied.It took several more minutes before the flow had slowed enough that Peter felt it was safe enough to cease drinking without it dribbling down her breasts for the next hour. “I needed that, thank you Molly.” He murmured, feeling very content and much more relaxed then he had been just a few minutes before. Now there was an entirely new problem that he needed to pay attention to and it would be best done without her there. It was even more pressing then the stiffness in his neck which was already seeming to disappear, perhaps just caused by his own tension. “Why don't you just go and enjoy the rest of the day, I think I am just going to retire early, my parents have another one of those little courtship attempts set up for tomorrow, I am supposed to spend all day with this one and would like to be well rested for that.” At first he drank slowly but as her master drank more and more her greedily there was nothing she could do but allow it and she wouldn't have stopped him if she had been able to. The feeling was like nothing else. It was true, last she had taken a peach to eat. It had not been lunch time but the parents were away and on a hot day like this the snack was welcome, she hadn't thought it would change the flavor.She could not help herself, it had been so long and it felt so good. More pleasured whimpers slipped by her luscious lips. Her back arched in the ecstasy and a moan managed to find it's way out of her. Then he moved his attention to the other breast. Her breath caught when he lapped up the milk that had dribbled down when his attention was fixed on the other. This time he didn't bother to star slowly, he latched onto her and drank, drawing another moan form the woman. Molly naturally had a beautiful voice and when she moaned it was enchanting.She could not help herself, just as he was lightly grinding against her she began to do the same. She didn't know if he knew how good it felt when he drank form her but she wished that she could tell him. Maybe then she could explain the growing wetness in her panties and the moans that came from her as he drank. When he was finally finished and pulled away she looked into his eyes, breathing a little harder then she had been before this. She couldn't help but smile when he thanked her. He seemed to be the only one interested in calling her Molly, everyone else around the house just called her slave. When he said that she could go her smile faded, she liked to spend time with him, it had been so long but... she couldn't refuse his orders... only this seemed more like a suggestion.As she removed herself from his lap she smiled. "Thank you for the suggestion but if I leave your cloths in the basket they will wrinkle." It was a lame excuse to spend time with him, she knew it. She put on the apron, leaving the dress and the bra aside as she went back to his closet and continued to fold and hang his cloths. She could have easily redressed herself but she wanted him to look at her. She hated these matches his parents kept setting him up with. If she could she would keep him up as long as she wanted, do whatever it took to mkae sure that he was too tired on his all day date for the whore-, er, woman to enjoy him. As she got up Peter was a little surprised to see a spot of what could only be moisture on the front of her panties, could it be that she had been enjoying it as much as he had. Thinking back he could remember her moaning quite loudly and it had seemed as though she was grinding against him for a little bit there. Could it be that his sweet and innocent Molly had been getting off on being used in that way. Quickly Peter pushed those thoughts from his head, if he allowed his mind to dwell on such things then it would only end badly, that was the first step toward forcing her to parade naked at all times or to use her mouth to satisfy him as he slept... a single step in the wrong direction.Still he couldn't help but stare at her as she went to go and fold his clothing, that was really quite unnecessary. As far as he cared the clothing could sit and get wrinkled, he would much rather just sit and watch her. “You really don't have to do that.” He assured her, wanting to have her turn so that he could see more then just her backside concealed by her hair. “Its quite alright, you deserve to have a little bit of time to yourself.”It was a tad confusing, he would love to just watch her and use that to fuel his fantasies but at the same time the bulge in his pants required quite a bit of attention and he couldn't quite do that with here there. In an attempt to hide it a bit further he reached down and adjusted his pants around the bulge to keep it out of sight. “Seriously Molly, why don't you take tomorrow off and enjoy yourself. You work constantly and need a little bit of time to have some fun.” Molly had been hoping that he would not notice the wet spot in her panties. The slave was blushing deeply, embarrassed by what she had been doing but it had felt so good and he was doing it too.... so... She quickly distracted herself with his cloths, even if he didn't care of his cloths got wrinkled his family would. "Of course I have to," she smiled kindly, "if I don't then they will get wrinkled and I will have to wash them again to get the wrinkles out." The told him. Still he insisted that she deserved time to herself and hat just made her smile. She didn't get to have time to herself, she needed to be ready for anything that he would ask of her.When he mentioned her taking the next day off she stopped folding the item in her hands and looked at him, completely shocked. "Th-the day off?" She asked him, sounding nervous and confused. She hadn't been given a day off, she always needed to be there for him, even when he was away form the home then she would have to take orders from his parents, if the whole family was away then she was still expected to clean things up and keep the place constantly spotless. They usually gave her a job to take care of if they left her home alone but the idea of having the whole day to do whatshewanted... It was something she hadn't even considered in a very long time.The girl looked at the ground then she looked back at him. Had she done something wrong that he wanted her to leave him alone for the day or even leave the house? She hadn't gone anywhere other then the places they took her with them. Sure there were times when she would have to make a run to the store but that is about it. "I-I wouldn't know what to do... Should I stay here? What would I do here?" she asked him, confused and unsure of what she would do if she really was given a day to herself. Thinking back Peter couldn't remember the last time she had a day all to herself where she wasn't being ordered to do something. Thinking a little harder he was pretty sure that she had never had a single day entirely to herself. Molly might be his slave but that was no reason that she should be allowed to have come fun, she worked hard constantly and she deserved a little bit of time to herself. An idea did occur to him, something that would let her get away so that she didn't have to do anything at all.“Take one of my cars.” He instructed her, knowing that she had only learned how to drive so that she would be able to run errands more easily. “Take one of my care, any one that you want, I will give you some money and you can go out and do whatever you like, go shopping, catch a movie, have some coffee.” As he spoke he realized just how relaxing that sounded, for the past four days he had met with four potential wives, all of them a pain in the fucking ass.“You know what, fuck it... you and I are going to go out and have a good fucking time tomorrow.” He said with a grin, knowing it would piss off his parents but not giving half a shit, he deserved the occasional day to himself just like Molly did. “You and me, we can take you somewhere so you can get something to wear that is a little more flattering then your uniforms, maybe some heels that are more comfortable. Sound like a good time?” Hell it sounded fucking perfect to Peter, he would leave his phone behind and that way there would be no way to get ahold of him. She was still confused. He wanted her to pick one of the cars and go... where? Or did it not matter to him where she went as long as she was away form him for a day... She was going to protest that she had no money to do anything with. Being a slave she wasn't paid for what she did, she was given a bed, food and clothing to wear and that was considered to be payment enough. Those all sounded like fun ideas. Sometimes she got to sit and watch movies with him. The idea of shopping for herself was diffidently an interesting prospect. Still, she was confused as to why he would suddenly want her to take a day to herself after so many years without even one.Then he made a suggestion that made her smile. When he said that he was going to go with her the girl's face lit up and a wide smile crossed her lips. "That... that sounds like fun." She said with a smile, relaxing. If he was going with her then surely he wasn't trying to get rid of her but then something crossed her mind. "B-but master... your parents. Forgive me for speaking out of turn master but didn't you just say you had plans for tomorrow. Wouldn't they be mad if you skipped out on your potential wife to spend the day with your... with your slave?" She asked him. While he was okay with making his parents mad the idea made her nervous.While Peter refused to punish her his parents could. She was his slave but of course they were his parents and she was serving the whole family even if she was specifically his she still had to listen to them and she was a bit worried that in going with him they might see it as disobeying them... but the idea of a day of fun was just too good to pass up. He smirked a little bit as he saw the confusion on her face turn into happiness, pity she had found what might be considered a small hole in his plan. It hardly mattered though, she was after all his slave and if it came down to it he could just tell his parents that he had ordered her to accompany him and he hadn't felt like seeing another waste of his time. He had skipped more then one of these in the past and doubted there would be any real consequences, he would probably have to apologize to the young woman but other then that nothing would be done.He sighed a little bit and finally stood up, moving from his chair and starting to get undressed by unbuttoning his shirt, he was tired after all. “You're worried about what they might think. Well then I will make this as clear as possible. Molly, as your master and as your friend I am ordering you to accompany me wherever I might go tomorrow. I intend to spend the entire day enjoying myself and if I get thirsty then I want to have you at hand for convenience... at least that is what we will say if anyone questions it.”Tossing his shirt aside he smirked to himself, knowing that he had her there, she might be nervous but if he ordered her to do something she wouldn't dare disobey him. “Now why don't you go to bed and have a good night sleep, tomorrow we are going to have a whole lot of fun.” She couldn't help but smile when he said that she was his friend. She was a little bit shocked to hear it. The master was not supposed to be friends with his slave. His parents had told her that when she was younger and asked why they couldn't be friends. They had stressed that she was not there to be his friend and if she wanted to compare herself to anything she was like his toy. He could do whatever he wanted to her and what she wanted didn't matter, she had to do what he said. She was sure they would be mad to hear him say that she was his friend but even still she was happy to hear it.She did blush a bit when he mentioned that he might get thirsty while he was out. She had heard of people doing things like that with their slaves in public and it made her blush. She didn't ask but she hoped that if he did in fact get thirsty then he would do it some place private. When he tossed his shirt aside she reacted like a proper slave. Molly went over and picked up the discarded shirt and put it in the laundry basket in his closet. Molly took a moment and turned her back to him, removing the apron and putting the dress back on over her under garments. Buttoning it up to the neck like she was instructed she replaced the apron. Reaching up behind her neck she brought her arms up to pull her hair out from her cloths. The movement caused her to arch her back out and stretch her neck, the way she went about it was almost erotic to watch but she wasn't thinking of that."Thank you master but I still have cloths to fold." She told him before going back to the basket and finishing up, once everything was folded and put away she left his closet and closed it behind her. "Good night Master, pleasant dreams." The girl said with a bow before leaving his room. She hadn't realized it but she had left a small token of their time together, the clip that he had removed from her hair was still sitting beside him on the bed.When the girl returned to her room after depositing his basket in it's rightful place she could not help but smile. She was going to get to spend the entire day with her master tomorrow! No parents or wicked potential wives. Just the two of them... Quickly the girl got worried. He hadn't done this before, well, not with her, he spent time with strange women more often then he spent time with her... did he care for her? She couldn't tell, he never seemed to care for the woman he spent time with. Would he finally be sleeping with her? It was exciting and nerve wracking to think about. Molly stripped out of her maid outfit, sighing in relief to be out of the heels. Digging through her pajama drawers she found a silken night gown that he had given her once. It was rather short and relieving but she enjoyed it and since he never asked to see her in it she just thought of it as a sweet gift. Slipping into the garment she went sat down on her bed and took a hair brush through her long, silken locks as she wondered what tomorrow would hold for them. The cameras had been there for some time, Peter having installed them several years before when he first noticed just how attractive Molly was growing up to be. However once it was completed he had never actually used it, the cleverly hidden little way to spy on her remained unused because he hadn't wanted to intrude on her privacy. True he could just stand in her room and order her to act like he wasn't there... but at the time the hole had seemed a less invasive way to watch her.Today was actually the first time in a while that he had thought of it, seeing her so undressed had been a jarring little reminder so as he removed his pants and settled into bed naked he reached over for the remote to his television, pleased when his hand also found her hair clip. It was something simple but a lovely little souvenir, something that he would hold onto as a small reminder, a tangible memory of what had happened that day. Raising it to his nose he could even smell her hair on it.Setting it back aside he turned on the tv and moved the channel to the one that would show what was going on in her room, pleased to see that she was wearing the nightgown that he had bought for her. It fit her just as he had imagined it would, clinging to every inch of her body. The only pity was that he had been to late to watch her change.With a smile on his face Peter reached down to shift of his boxers so that he could deal with the problem at hand, groaning a little at the first touch of his hand on the hardened flesh. She saw on the edge of her bed, gently combing out the silken locks, it was not like they needed it but it was calming for her and it helped her think. While he had said that they would go out and get her something to wear she blushed knowing that she didn't have anything to wear other then her maid's outfits. There were some nicer ones for fancier occasions, some for colder weather and some for when it was hotter outside. She had an assortment of heels but they were all black or white. With her black glasses sitting on the brim of her nose she looked like an intelligent woman yet some how so entirely innocent.She couldn't stand just sitting there. She went over to her dresser and looked for something, anything that she could wear. Her drawers were empty for anything but her maid outfits. One thing she did have a variety of was things to wear beneath the outfit. Getting up she went to her dresser and removed the nightgown he had given her. She was going to pull out some panties to try on when she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned slightly, her breasts had grown in size form the inattention but she wasn't sure they would shrink back. She held her breasts, pushing them up slightly before digging around in her drawers. The girl tried on a variety of her bras and underwear, some ranging anywhere from regular panties to the smallest thongs he had seen. Where they had come from he couldn't be sure but it was certainly not from him.She tossed aside the under garments that did not fit her, she really didn't have anything to wear tomorrow. She had no idea that he was watching her move about her room without any cloths on, if she had she might not have felt so free to do so. Her breasts were something he saw often enough but the rest of her was not. Her legs, without the stockings, were smooth and shapely, her feet looked dainty even outside of the heels and, something else he wouldn't know, she was clear of any body hair. Her skin looked smooth and flawless, she did have a few tan lines that the summer uniform had created. The summer uniform was a pair of short black shorts with a white blouse and a little apron mostly for looks. It even had a sex little hat to go with it. Unlike the others she didn't get to go swimming so she didn't have swimsuits to tan in. HE couldn't believe his luck as she began to change into the wide variety of underwear that she owned. Many of them were smaller and more revealing things that he had bought for her for the sole purpose of imagining her in them, when she questioned why they were small or see through he gave half assed excuses about it being the current fashion or that he had bought them by mistake. It wasn't hard for him to figure out that she was thinking of what she wanted to wear the next day.As he saw her undressed he began to stroke himself, his grip firm and his hand moving slowly, her body was absolutely flawless. Peter couldn't help but curse his own unwillingness to take her like others would have already. He knew she was innocent and probably a tad bit naive, he doubted there would be anything at all that could be compared to her.It wasn't long before his strokes grew faster, he was groaning much more loudly now, her name escaping his lips as he lost focus on the scream and instead allowed his imagination to take over, picturing her hand working his large cock rather then his own.It didn't take much longer then, his hand was a blur over his dick and his hips moved on their own before he finally came, long ropes of cum bursting from it and onto his hand as he lay back on the bed, wiping his hand on the sheets as he closed his eyes, ready to finally sleep. “Wake me up tomorrow morning!” He called, knowing that she would hear the instruction as he drifted off to sleep, not even bothering to cover up as he drifted off, dreaming even more about what he would enjoy doing with her, thinking that perhaps tomorrow he might try to seduce her without telling her what to do. The girl had made her choice and she sighed. The bra barely fit her with her recent growth in breast size. She wondered if she would be allowed to shop for more bras and what she should do with the ones that no longer fit her. Finally he deiced on a black, lacy bra, the panties that matched it were nearly entirely made of lace so they were mostly see through and extremely relieving. Molly wondered if she would need to wear stockings tomorrow since they would be buying her something else to wear. She would like to try on some pants or something that she didn't need stockings for at least.As she pulled the nightgown back over her head she heard him call to her. Looking up and back at the wall she smiled, not replying so as not to disturb him. After brushing her hair again she braided it so that it would not get tangled and then she pulled herself into her bed and fell asleep. When morning came she was the first one to wake up. The woman showered and dried her hair, when she couldn't find her clip for her bun she frowned, pulling heir hair back into a long pony tail and deciding to check her master's room when she dropped by with his breakfast. Molly was hoping for a chance to speak to him about their day which they could never do if his parents were there so she took his breakfast on a tray to his room."Master Peter! Wake up!" she called, holding the tray with his breakfast on it. The boy had enough food for three people there. He had a stack of six pancakes and several strip of bacon. There was scrambled eggs and hash browns, oatmeal and grits, toast and butter for it as well as a glass orange juice should he prefer that drink rather then her milk this morning. With her arms carrying to tray she some how managed to get the door open. "Master today is a big day, I brought you breakfast and I was hoping we could-" she stopped mid sentence and blushed deeply, pulling back so sharply that the glass of orange juice and his toast fell form the tray. "O-Oh my-oh no- I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to intrude and I didn't know and you said to come in here and wake you up and -my goodness your orange juice- I-I'm sorry!" The girl spoke quickly, stuttering occasionally and looking anywhere but her master's naked form.Quickly the girl raced form the room, returning with a dishrag to clean up the orange juice. Today she was dressed in another maid's outfit, this one a bit frillier then the one the day before, it's skirt belled out a little bit giving it an air of innocence, the apron was frilly and the sleeves were short and puffy. She still had on white stockings and equally tortuous black heels but this outfit was considerably cuter then the one she was wearing yesterday. Molly quickly got to her knees and began to clean up the mess she had made, blushing deeply and moving quickly, apologizing profusely for her mistakes. "I-I'm sorry for assuming I-I thought... I didn't know you would be... Oh I'm sorry I've made your room such a mess! I-I'll get you some more orange juice and toast. Fresh orange juice and toast. I'm sorry-" and she went on like this, worried he would be mad at her. She had wanted this day to be great and she was already messing it up. It took a little while for Peter to come to his senses after he woke up, he knew that she had come to get him, she had brought some breakfast, and dropped some and... oh yea he had fallen asleep without bothering to cover up in the least so she had seen him laying naked with morning wood on display for the entire world to see. He chuckled a little bit, knowing how freaked out she was and that if she knew what he had been up to the night before she would be even more freaked out by it.Moving quickly he made a half hearted effort to cover up as she came back in to clean up, not even bothering to try to stop her because he knew that she wouldn't allow that. “Don't worry about bringing me more food, there is more then enough as it is.” He grunted as he tried to straighten his hair out a little bit, the unruly strands just doing what they wanted to anyway though. “Don't worry about seeing me either, its not like I haven't seen your tits, you seeing me naked it no big deal.” Pulling the sheet with him he climbed from the bed and grabbed some bacon on his way to the shower. “Why don't you help yourself to some of the food and finish cleaning up, we can leave as soon as I get out of the shower.” He knew that the best way to get going without any problem was to leave before his parents were up and about.Peter didn't take to long in the shower, he was rather excited about the day that was to come and once done he went, wrapped in a towel to his closet, emerging a few minutes later in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, feeling like being as casual as he could that day. Once they got out and about he intended to find something for Molly to wear for the day, knowing that the high end shopping center would have everything they needed for the day.As he stepped out of the closet, finishing drying his hair Peter smiled at his slave. “Well Molly, if your ready to go lets get the day started.” Not only had he been naked when he came in but the morning wood gave her a clear few of exactly what the woman that actually got to sleep with him had seen. She hadn't seen him naked in years and he most certainly had grown since then. She hadn't really been watching him cover up, she was too concerned with the mess that she had made. She looked up to see him standing before her with his sheet barely clasped around his waist and she blushed, looking back down at the spilled juice.She was going to protest that this was his breakfast but she knew that he was right, there was plenty and if she went back to get her own breakfast there would be things that she had to do before she could eat and by the time she was able to do so his parents would be up and their plans would be ruined. Once the mess was fully cleaned Molly sat on his bed. She ate some of his breakfast then looked at the bed and smiled. She laid back and curled up in his sheets. She wished she could sleep here with him but she could not, still, the girl took what she could, one of those things being the rare chance to curl up on her master's bed.unfortunately he came back a bit sooner then she had expected and the way she was laying on his bed gave him a nice view up her skirt. Quickly she sat up and fished her hair, smoothing out her dress and blushing deeply. Once he went into his closet she checked her make up and smiled. When he came out she nodded, leaving the tray in his room so it would look like he was still having his breakfast. "Where should we go first?" She asked him, pulling at the edge of her skirt. Panties, white and lacy and practically see through, tight enough to cling to every single curve in the most tempting of camel toe, Peter had to wonder if she tasted as good below as she did above. Still that was the last sort of thing he needed on his mind at that moment so again he forced himself to focus, today was about having fun and maybe fueling a few of his fantasies, not about trying to peek up her skirt and drool without getting anything accomplished at all. At least he got to see her blush, one of his favorite features.“Well since today is all about you I figured that we could at least start by finding you something a little better to wear while we are out and about.” He said with a small shrug as he looked through the keys to his cars, trying to pick just which one he wanted to take before settling on the Range Rover, selecting it for comfort rather then just style. Of course there was one more thing that he had to do before they could go out.Reaching into a drawer he withdrew a collar and a leash before approaching her with them. “I don't know if you heard Molly but there is a new law, if a slave it in public with her master she has to have a collar on... I promise we will take it off as soon as we get you something a little less obvious to wear but for the time being.” Pushing her hair aside Peter fastened the collar around her neck, aware that with both hands behind her neck their position was rather intimate and he stayed there for a moment, considering what he could do before backing away and holding the leash. “Lets go, the sooner we get you into something better the sooner we can take off the leash.”Using the leash Peter quickly led her into the garage, helping her into the car before he drove off toward the shopping center. She smiled when he mentioned getting her something else to wear, she barely got to wear anything other then a maids outfit in all of the years that she had been his slave so the prospect of wearing something else was exciting to say the least. She walked out with him to the car but when he pulled out the collar and the leash she looked up at him confused, wondering if he was planning on getting a dog or something while they were out. Then he mentioned that it was for her..."I-I hadn't heard..." she said as she looked down sadly. She looked up at him as he put the collar around her neck. As his hands lingered a small bit of blush crept to her cheeks, then he backed away and took hold of the leash. Molly nodded and got into the car with him, unable to stop herself from pulling at the collar the entire ride. She had never had to wear one at the house and since she hadn't gone out before the law was passed she had never had to wear one before.He said she was his friend and she had been hoping that they could go out today and hang out like they really were friends, like she didn't belong to him and they wee just two normal people. She hoped that for just one day she would be able to forget the fact that she was his slave but even that was taken from her. "Do they have... smaller ones?" She asked, hoping that they might be able to get one at least a little bit more ignorable. It was clear as day on her face how little she liked the collar and leash and Peter was of two minds about it. While he hated to put her in it he had to admit that something about the power that it gave him, the very visible power that he had over her was something of a turn on. That made him feel bad though, it wasn't enough that his parents insisted that she dress like a maid all day long but to have to take her about in a leash was just demeaning, almost dehumanizing.When she asked if they had anything smaller Peter didn't catch on right away but when he did he smiled. “The only thing the rules say is that you have to have a leash and collar on.” He said with a chuckle. “But there is no standard for how big it must be or the style or anything else... and I know a place where we can buy you one that is more to your liking and pick out some new clothing.” It was a store in the outlet mall that catered to Masters looking for something for their slaves to wear, all sorts of things from kinky costumes to clothing that would fit in at any designer clothing outlet. In there he could find her a new collar and maybe some... interesting things to wear.The drive didn't take long and within twenty minutes of driving, the time passing more quickly with the radio playing they were parked outside of a storefront at the shopping center, the store looked no different from any other, just a discreet store front with dark windows. “If you want we can go back.” He said, not wanting to force her into public if she didn't want to be seen. She didn't notice how much he enjoyed the power over her, she was to focused on the collar itself. The fact that the rules didn't say how the collar had to look made her smile, she wondered if maybe there were some prettier ones that she could wear that would be less noticeable but the fact hat she had to be on a leash was a little disappointing. "Do you... do you have to be holding the leash?" she asked him, wondering if just letting it hang off her collar might be enough.She distracted herself by looking out the window as they drove, despite the collar and the leash she was determined to try and enjoy herself. Even if she had to be collared at least she didn't have to clean up after people that treated her like she was worthless all day. He mentioned a place where they could but a collar she liked and some cloths to change into and she smiled slightly, at least she would get to pick her collar.When they got there and he asked her if she wanted to go back she shook her head and smiled at him. "No. I think we can still have fun even if I do have to be on a leash." she said with a smile before they got out of the car and headed into the store. This would be the first time that she actually got to go out and pick something for herself so she was very excited. He nodded a little bit, almost sadly at her question about having to hold it. While they were eating or watching a movie she was allowed to have the leash just handing but if they were walking about he had to maintain positive control over his property at all times. HE was pretty sure that he even had to escort her into the bathroom if she had to go, although he would avoid going that far if he could, the thought of standing outside of a stall while she used the bathroom was hardly an appealing one.“Don't worry Molly, we will find you something to wear that isn't so obvious, or at the very least it a little more fashionable.” He assured her as he led her into the store, a little surprised at what it was like inside. Peter wasn't sure what exactly he had expected to see inside but this was so normal that it was a little bit off putting. Set up like a department store the whole place was divided into different departments, evening wear, collars, corsets, casual wear, this place had just about everything that he could ever expect. He was even a little pleased to see places that were set off for masters who wanted to indulge in carnal pleasures or even feed a little from their slave.“Come on Molly.” He said with a grin as he looked about, picturing her in the many different things that he would love to see her in. Everywhere he looked he saw all sorts of revealing things that he could dress her in, toys that he could buy her to play with if only she knew what to do with if she had one. “Why don't you find something that you want, everything is on Master today.” She smiled weakly at him and nodded, it wasn't his fault, the laws made it this way and she would not dare ask him to break the laws just to make her feel more comfortable. As they got into the store she smiled, she hadn't been expecting anything other then a normal store so she was not bothered by how normal it looked. She smiled, she would actually get to pick her own cloths out! She was excited. Actually, as it happened she was so excited she almost hurried to search, the collar and leash quickly prevented that. It had not been Peter's fault she had moved too quickly but it was still disappointing to be stopped by the leash. She knew she could take it off but she didn't want to get either of them into trouble.This time she made careful effort to keep pace with her master so she wouldn't accidentally pull at the leash again. She looked at all the different outfits, not sure of what she wanted to wear. She was always wearing skirts and dresses so this time she decided that she wanted to wear a pair of jeans, something casual for once. She found a few pairs of jeans and while jeans were just jeans she deffidently had the body for them and the jeans would be able to show off some parts of her that the skirts usually hid. Once she picked up a few pairs of jeans she went looking for shirts, this time hoping for one without buttons. With the blue jeans she smiled as she set her sights on a few shirts, one shirt in particular was a white shirt with little black heart designs over it."Master, since we might be walking around a lot today would I be allowed some sneakers?" he asked him, seeing a nice pair of black sneakers that would match the outfit she was building. As she continue to look around the store she spotted something that surprised her. There was a collar and it looked absolutely beautiful. It was a thin black band of leather with a diamond studded heart charm and a studded clasp to match. The girl looked up at her master, she knew his family was rich and the collar was beautiful but she couldn't ask for it. She was just a slave and slaves didn't get to ask for things like that, no matter how rich her master was. He followed close behind her, giving her some space but making sure not to be so far back as to hinder her movements. The last thing he wanted was to have her run so far ahead of him so quickly that she ended up falling on her ass. He enjoyed watching her though, she was really having a great time running about and picking out all sorts of things that appealed to her. Each and every item would look amazing on her though and he knew it, it was almost like her body had been crafted to look good in any item of clothing that existed.Some of the choices could be called adorable while others he knew would make her flat out irresistible, she might not have had access to much clothing in the past but she had the instincts of a natural born fashion model, looking around he noticed other masters glancing toward her with what could only be undisguised envy, they wanted her and none of them could do anything but look at her longingly.“I did say you can have whatever you like.” He said as she picked out the shoes that she liked, he would have insisted on a different pair rather soon anyway to save her the pain in her feet. And when she saw that collar he could see the longing in her eyes. Moving closer he examined the collar, the price not bothering him at all but its purpose was clear to him right away, it was meant to be a gift from a master to a slave that they were in love with, a master/slave engagement ring equivalent. Still if she did want it...Approaching the sales person behind the counter where the collar was held Peter passed his credit card over and soon was holding the collar. “Lets get this on you right away Molly.” He whispered, unhooking the collar that she currently wore and replacing it with the new one, holding the more delicate leash that it came with as he took a step back to examine it. “It looks spectacular on you.” She was diffidently happy to have the sneakers to wear so she wouldn't have to walk around in heels all day. Sure they looked nice but they weren't very comfortable on her feet. She grabbed a pair of socks to wear with them as they passed by the shelves so she could take off the stockings. She didn't notice the other masters looking at her, the only thing she was paying attention to was the clothing and her master... and of course that spectacular collar. She didn't understand the significance of it, only that it was beautiful and that there was no way she could ask no matter how badly she wanted it.Despite the fact that she didn't ask he just seemed to know and when he went to buy it for her the girl's face just lit with joy. She couldn't seem to stop smiling as he took off the other one and replaced it with this one. The compliment made her blush a bit. She brought her hand up to feel the collar, happy he bought it. Looking around she saw the other masters looking at them and looked towards the back where she saw changing rooms. "P-Perhaps I should change here." She told him after he bought the cloths. With that she began to walk towards the dressing rooms watching him to make sure he was coming too and that it didn't look like she was the one leading him. Once they got to the dressing rooms it would have looked strange if he waited outside while she changed and she had counted on that.When it was finally just the two of them she turned to him and did something rather unexpected. She threw her arms around him. As Molly hugged her master she nuzzled him for a moment before looking up at him. "Thank you so much!" she said in an excited whisper so no one else would hear. "I-I'm sorry, I wanted to thank you sooner but I don't know if slaves are allowed to spontaneously hug their masters in public and I didn't want to get you into trouble but... it's so beatiful... thank you!" She said, giving a little squeeze and nuzzling him again before she released him. Seeing her in that collar made him think about possibilities, perhaps it would be a way get his parents off his back if he were to... however he dismissed that idea right away. Its not that she wasn't incredibly attractive but that sort of thing would piss his parents off like nothing else he had ever done, when compared to that what he was doing today was nothing at all. Still it was tempting, made all the more tempting by her physical beauty.Following her into the changing room he was quite excited, of course he would be expected to watch her change because every master would want to see their slave get changed, especially when they were as attractive as Molly was. What he expected to get was something of a show but as she practically attacked him in the changing room his brain was immediately filled with a totally different desire.“You aren't going to get me in trouble with something as simple as a hug.” He whispered, although that hug had already caused his pants to grow tighter, they were together alone, there was no better time or place. By the time he realized what it was that he had done it was too late, Peter had Molly pressed up against the wall of the changing room, his body holding hers in place as he leaned down to look her in the eyes. “We might get in trouble for a little bit more then that though.” He growled, lightly biting the side of her neck. Molly couldn't help but smile, she was happy to hear that she wouldn't get into trouble for hugging him in public but here it was just the two of them and since she so rarely got to hug him that made it even more special. Of course she hadn't thought that a simply hug would lead to a tightening of his pants and she most certainly didn't think it would lead to what he did next.The next thing she knew her back was to the wall and his body was pinning her there. She could feel the bulge in his pants and she blushed deeply. She looked up into his eyes, nervous but not frightened by what he was doing. She heard the tone in his voice and the words he said and she flushed a deep pink. As he nipped at her neck she couldn't help herself. She tilted her head to give him more access to the soft skin of her neck. Her breath quickened, her heart pounded, she didn't know what he was going to do next and not sure if she wanted to try and stop him.She had wanted this, wanting him to be intimate with her like he had with the other girls. She knew that she had wanted this and yet she was still nervous about it. Was he really going to do this right here? She wondered if he had ever taken a woman in the dressing room before. She wouldn't have been surprised if he did. "M-Master... H-how much further?" She asked him, her timid voice sounding almost like it was egging him on. Good, she hadn't freaked out and she wasn't fighting him, that was surly as good of a sign as he could hope for considering how little experience she had. At first he ignored her question, his hands on her waist and slowly sliding up and down, just caressing the underside of her breasts before sliding back down over her stomach again while his mouth continued to assault her neck with lips tongue and teeth, it wasn't the same as drinking from her breasts but she tasted downright delicious anyway.Her question made him think though, how far was he willing to take this. Without pausing he continued his attention before taking a second to whisper his response against her neck. “We will only take this as far as you want to take this.” He assured her as his right hand moved from her hips and to her stocking covered legs, brushing up the inside of her thigh and toward her lace covered crotch.“I mean it Molly, today is all about you and I am not going to try to force you to go any further then you are comfortable with.” He whispered before moving on to her lips, the kiss gentle and chaste at first but soon his tongue was sliding over her lips, a silent plea of entry into her mouth. Her heart was racing inside of her chest, his hands began to wander, caressing her body wherever they went. She gasped slights as they caressed the underside of her breasts. His mouth was still going at her neck, kissing and nibbling, never hard enough to hurt but enough to excite her with the feeling of how much power she was giving him by letting him do that. Finally he seemed to hear what he said and he whispered the words into her neck that made her shutter.This was up to her? He couldn't be serious. If she said stop there was no way he would stop with it behind this heated, still, she wasn't sure she wanted it to stop. She felt his hand against her legs moving closer to the crotch of her panties. She flushed deeply, allowing his hand to get there just to see what it would do once it arrived, she did not want to loose her virginity in a changing room stall but she didn't want to stop him yet either.She smiled when he repeated that this day was to be about her. Then finally he kissed her. Her cheeks blushed a deep scarlet and then she felt his tongue over her lips, knowing what he wanted and what she had wanted for so long she allowed him in She had to experience, she had never kissed someone or been kissed by someone, this was all entirely new to the girl. Her heart was racing, her cheeks were red, Molly wrapped her arms around Peter, holding onto the back of his shirt as she let him explore her in ways he hadn't done before. This was hardly the place for her first time and though Peter knew that he was just enjoying himself right then and there as he teased her body, considering it a way to awaken her before the main even happened. No doubt he would take her home before he eventually went all the way, that is if she let him, in his bed would be the best place for him to first take her if she allowed it. And right then and there Peter definitely hoped that she wouldn't say anything to stop him, this was a whole lot of fun.With a single finger her stroked her through the crotch of her panties, knowing that both the stockings and her panties would be separating him from actually touching her flesh but that wouldn't be enough to keep him from noticing any moisture gathering... and Peter was pretty sure that he was starting to feel some form with his ministrations. Soon that finger was replaced with the palm of his hand grinding against her as he broke away from the kiss with a smile.“This isn't the time or the place to go quite that far.” He murmured, looking into her eyes. “But with your permission I think we could play a few games that would make the day a whole lot more interesting for the both of us.” He was more then just horny, he was also feeling mischievous, all sorts of ideas filling his head. The girl let out a short gasp as he began to stroke her through her panties, her grip on the back of his shirt tightening. The stockings were thigh highs held up by the lacy garders that had been given to her so the only thing between her body and his finger was a thin bit of lace and cloth. The moisture was gathering quickly, her heart was racing inside of her chest and when he replaced the lone finger with his entire hand a small pleasured whimper escaped her.When he finally did break away form her she was gasping for breath, a deep blush covering her face. "M-my permission?" She asked him, confused. Usually it was she who had to ask for his. "Uh... um... s-sure I guess... what kinds of games?" she asked him, having no close what he could have in mind. As far as she knew it was something like counting out many people you spotted in green shirts, she didn't even have the slightest ideas to the things that were filling his head.Still, she agreed anyways and she was still a little bit shocked form what had just happened. He had never done that before. Sure, he had drank from her but that didn't require his touch down there or his kisses on her neck. With one hand she pulled at the bottom of her dress, embarrassed by how we she had become with such little attention. The other hand touched her neck where he had kissed. She didn't know what he had in mind but she trusted him and if he said that the games would make the day more interesting This was the first day she had out of the house in as many years as she could remember and she wanted today to be as interesting as possible. How little she understood was adorable, he had so many ideas and fantasies that he intended to explore with her but she seemed to be stuck on the fact that he wouldn't do a single one of them unless she was okay with it. She might be his slave, she might be his friend, but more importantly she was a living person who should be able to make choices, like who she slept with, for herself and he wasn't going to deny her that choice in the slightest.“I will take that I guess as an emphatic yes.” He half growled as he took a step back from her, taking his hands off her and licking the moisture that had gathered there from his finger, she tasted as fantastic as he had imagined, every bit as delicious as the milk that she produced. Would perhaps orgasm change the taste of that favorite beverage of his, Peter was quite eager to find out if it would. “You just wait right here, you and I are going to be having a lot of fun.” He assured her before he stepped out of the changing room and went about to find what he wanted to play this little game.It didn't take all that long to buy what he needed and soon he was kneeling before her, tugging those lace panties down a little. “Don't move.” He cautioned her as he spread her legs open a little wider before sliding a small latex egg up into her pussy, taking care to insert it carefully before he slid the panties back up over her, taking a quick lick at her slit through the lace before he stood. “For now the game is vibrating egg... we are going to go about normally and I will control that egg inside of you with a remote.” To demonstrate he turned it on, making it buzz lightly. The way he said it made her blush, she had no idea what she was agreeing to but he seemed to be really excited about it so she decided that she should be too. When he mentioned that they would have having a lot of fun the girl relaxed a bit and smiled at him. If they were going to be having a lot of fun with his game then it couldn't be a bad thing could it? She watched him lick the finger that had been rubbing against her pussy and blushed. She wanted to go with him when he left but he told her to stay so she waited there.Looking through the cloths she realized she hadn't picked up any more panties, she wondered if she should ask if they needed to get another pair since they got this one all wet with her arousal. Then he returned and before she could say anything. She froze as he tugged at her panties, blushing deeply as she wondered about his plans. When he spread her legs wider she was sure that he was going to do something but she didn't know what, then suddenly something was being pushed inside of her.She jumped and made a small noise as it was pushed in, having not been expecting it. Then she felt something warm and wet but in the next instant it was gone. Had he.. had he tasted her? He pulled her panties back up and she listened to him as he explained the game. She didn't understand what he meant exactly until he turned the thing on. She bit back another surprised noise and her hands went to cover her crotch. Peter had never done anything like this with her before, the feeling was completely new to her virgin body. "Master i-it feel f-funny." She told him, a heavy blush covering her cheeks as she wondered if she was really supposed to walk around with this going on inside of her. HE licked his fingers a little bit as she blushed, still able to taste her from the small amount of her fluids that he had gotten on himself. Already he was feeling that oh so familiar thirst and at some point in the day he would need a drink, some point very soon. Though he knew it would embarrass her beyond anything that she had ever experienced he would be feeding on her in public... he would try to find a small corner to drink in but if he couldn't... then he would take her right infront of everyone around them.It wasn't like that blush of hers wasn't making things worse anyway, he was so used to seeing it when he drank that it was an immediate reaction to need more when he saw her face go red. “You have never experimented with your body have you Molly?” He asked with a chuckle, knowing that she was a virgin but surprised that she was so innocent. “Well then let me explain a bit, the toy I just put in you is going to vibrate continuously until I remove it... and when I push a button on a remote it will vibrate faster or slower. For the rest of the day I will be using that to tease you Molly.”He doubted that she even knew what that meant but as a demonstration he thumbed up the dial on the eggs remote, turning up the power on the vibrations. “Now be a good girl and put on those new clothes that I bought you... we are still going to be having a good day together... walking around and enjoying the fresh air.” He was licking his fingers... licking her flavor off his fingers... she wondered if he liked it, if we would be wanting more of it, if he would finally betaking her but it didn't seem like he would as long as he had that egg inside of her. He asked her about experimenting with herself and she blushed and shook her head. In truth his parents had told her that it was wrong and traitorous to do those kinds of things with herself since they were for her master to do to her and no one else. She had listened like she usually did and because of that she hadn't.She listened to what he said, unsure for a just a second what the difference was when the vibrations were faster or slower but she was quickly educated on the subject when he thumbed up the dial. A small pleasured moan escaped her and she quickly covered her mouth, one hand over her lips and the other still over her crotch, the blush on her cheeks intensifying. She listened to what he said, nodding still as she blushed deeplyShe had trouble with the simple task, biting her lip to try and suppress the moans ans still pleasured whimpers escaped her. Her fingers fumbled with her buttons, making the process frustratingly slow in her opinion. Finally she managed to slip on her shirt. Having the egg inside of her while trying to undo the little buckles on her shoes was difficult but eventually she managed. She blushed as she rolled down her stocking, feeling more naked then she ever had in front of him without them on. He hadn't seen her without her stocking since the lat time they bathed together, at least as far as she knew. Intermittently a few moans forced their way past her lips. Finally it came to her socks and shoes. She pulled the socks and sneakers on but she just couldn't seem to get the laces while it was vibrating inside of her."M-master ple~ease!" Another moan forced itself out at that moment, forcing her to moan those words. Blushing deeply she did her best to continue. "M-My shoes..I.... I... Can you turn it lower please?" She pleaded with him, unsure of how she was going to walk around with it going at this speed inside of her, let alone how she was going to get her shoes tied. No experimentation at all, it wasn't hard for Peter to guess why she hadn't done that... after all his parents had bought her in order to take care of his needs. Unfortunately for their plans they had introduced them far to early for sexual feelings to exist, before puberty it was hardly even a possibility for him to consider having sex with her. But with her original purpose in mind it was clear that her needs would exist only to serve his.But with the way she tasted, no doubt she would end up being served quite often, Peter intended to use the day to awaken her to her own needs. She might be his friend but she was still a slave, she might have free will but he would be enjoying her quite often in a variety of ways that the up tight women he normally fucked would say no to the things that he had in mind for Molly... he would train and use her entire body.As her stockings came down Peter reached out and ran a a few fingers over the smooth skin, having wanted to touch them since he had seen them bare over the cameras. They felt like silk, so much nicer then the material that she normally covered them in, later on he would take the time to run his teeth and tongue over that taunt flesh.“Having a bit of trouble are you Molly?” He asked with a grin as he cranked up the remote to its full power, holding it there for a few seconds before turning it back down to the lowest so that she would be able to finish with her shoes and getting dressed. Right now he just wanted to let her know what her body was capable of feeling and even then this was only the most basic of pleasure. “If you think that this little toy feels good then wait until you feel my dick inside of you.” As if to illustrate that point he reached down and began to stroke the still growing bulge in his pants, well aware that she would be able to see it without any trouble. “You won't be able to believe how this will feel.” Molly looked up at him when he stroked her legs, embarrassed but happy that he was finally doing so. She had been hoping for years that he would and now that he was she couldn't help but smile ever so slightly even though it was not the way that she had pictured that it would be. She had thought that it would have been in a much more intimate situation but then again the day was still young.When he teased her about having trouble she blushed but before she could even say anything he turned the device to max and a loud moan escaped her. Within the first second she was panting and moaning loudly, unable to hold them back for the pleasure being forced upon her inexperienced body. When he finally turned it down she was panting to catch her breath, covering her mouth with her hands, deeply embarrassed by her own moaning.Now that it was on it's lowest she was able to tie her shoes. Now that she was fully dressed she looked at herself in the mirror, smiling, actually looking almost normal. She heard what he said and she looked at him shocked, blushing deeply. Unsure of what to say the girl looked away, waiting for him to take the leash and lead her out and to the next activity. For a moment Peter was convinced that he was about to leap upon her and press her against that stall, fucking her deep even with that egg still inside of her. With him doing that to her he was sure that the egg could end up deep inside of her womb, tormenting her until the battery ran dry or they found a way to remove it. Still it was a tempting idea, the only thing keeping him from doing it was the fact that this place was far to public... however there were places not far away where a comfortable bed could be arranged for a man who needed to fuck his slave right away and wanted privacy.It wasn't home but as soon as he got there he knew his parents would want to see him, better to have his cake first. “Don't hold back a single noise that you make.” He ordered hear, enjoying that noise that she made before grabbing one of her hands and pressing it against his cock. “Hearing you made this happen Molly... so don't you dare hold anything back.”Taking her leash he gave it a little tug before turning and leading her from the store, her maid clothing in the shopping bag that he handed to her, no reason to throw it away or leave it behind. “Where would you like to go next Molly, there is an entire shopping center for us to explore together, see a movie, visit a book store, grab some coffee... the choice is yours.” She looked up at him confused when he told her not to hold anything back. She blushed deeper when he grabbed her hand and pressed it over the bulge in his pants. She was blushing so deeply at what he said next that she was covering her eyes like a child when he tugged on her leash. It was not hard but enough to let her know they were going.She kept her head down on the way out of the store, knowing everyone in there heard her by the look on their faces when they looked at her. When they were finally out of there and he asked her what she wanted to do she tried to think but she wasn't sure and the little vibrations inside of her made it more difficult to think."M-maybe a book store... but I never really have any free time to read... so... a movie then?" she suggested, wondering what they would be going to see. He noticed the way that others looked at her and felt their jealousy as if it was radiating from them like heat. It made him proud to know that even though they had their own rather attractive slaves by their sides he was the one holding the leash that was most envied. To have other want to be in your shoes, to know that any of these men would give their slaves for a chance to even touch his was empowering. “You know they all want you.” He whispered to her, wanting her to be aware of just how envious everyone else was. “But you belong to me, mine alone to touch and do with as I want... as long as I have your permission.”Of her ideas he liked the second one more but he wasn't going to deny her something just because he liked the other idea more. “I think that you will be having a little more free time if you want it.” He said with a chuckle, if his parents knew she was fulfilling her intended purpose then they might not force her to clean like she did now... or at least not so much. “But we have all day, so why don't we see the movie first and we can pick out some books for you before we leave.”Hell even the movie theater here catered to slave owners with booths rather then just seats so that a movie goer could be more intimate, they even had milk slaves available for rent... not that Peter would need it. “Does that sound good to you Molly?” Molly blushed when he whispered into her ear, listening to what he said made her blush even deeper. She kenw that they all wanted her, she could almost fel the lust at her back as she walked. She heard what he said about belonging to him and she looked down but she looked back up at him when he mentioend having her premission for things. Did he really mean that? As far as she was taught slaves didn't get a choice in what their masters did to them.Moly smiled when he said that she would have some more free time, she would enjoy having a chance to relax rather then clean everything all day. She was sure sometimes his parents had her cleaning things just so that they didfn't get dirty to begin with. She heard what he said and then she smiled. "Yes Master." She said happily, not knowing the kinds of things the threater had for moviegoers with slaves.Then the girl looked down, she knew that they wanted her, she could still feel the lust of the people that they passed by. "Master... you... you wouldn't let any of them... have me... would you?" She asked nervously. She had heard of masters selling their slaves sex for cash, sometimes people didn't even care if the slave was willing. She didn't think her master would do such a thing but she wanted to be sure. The movie theater wasn't far off from where they were and the nice weather made the walk seem all the more pleasant. However the stares continued as they walked over and Peter's pleasure at the attention changed very quickly when Molly asked her question, he was actually shocked that she thought he could be capable of doing something like that. SO shocked in fact that he came to a total stop, right in front of the theater and just stared at her. “Molly, first of all you belong to me and I really don't like to share, and second of all you are your own person, I would never tell you who to take into bed with you... your body means your choice.”Leaning in he gently brushed his lips over hers in as a small show of affection before biting at her neck as a sign of dominance to keep it very clear that she was his to anyone who might be watching. A quick grab her of ass during the bit also helped to get that point across before he took a step back from her and glanced up at what was playing on the screens.“Two kids movies, a teenage sex romp, an action movie, and a horror film.” He said as he glanced over the things that were playing very soon. “And an adult movie.” He chuckled a little bit at that thought, glancing over at her to see what she would like. “Why don't we go see that one Molly, of course the choice is yours but I am just making a simple suggestions.” He seemed to be shocked by what she had asked him and that was diffidently a very good thing. she listened to what he had to say and she couldn't help but giggle slightly when he said that he didn't like to share but the second part of it was much more reassuring. It was good to know that he wouldn't force her into anything. She had heard some true horror stories of things that masters forced their slaves to do and it was comforting to know that now that he was finally starting to touch her he wasn't going to let other people do it as well.Then he kissed her, sort of. His lips brushed past hers causing her blush to deepen then he bit her neck, drawing out a small pleasured whimper. Even if it was on low it was still on and the feeling slowly built to little whimpers or pleasured moans. His hand on her ass helped draw out the pleasured noise as well.She listened to the movies he suggested, then she thought for a moment. "I don't like horror movies," he would know that, every time he had one on Molly alwasy found soemthing to do elsewhere and avoided the room until the movie was over. She wasn't a kid anymore so she didn't want to see a kids movie and the teenage sex romp didn't sound appealing. She wasn't in the mood for an action movie but they were adults right? "We can see the adult film." She said with a smile. As she hadn't played with herself she hadn't ever looked into porn. Peter had never sent her to buy any so she never had any reason to. The adult film, that was a shock but a rather refreshing one. Since it was still early in the day that movie wouldn't have to many people in that particular movie... the kids movie would be full and the others would have teenagers skipping school, but the adult film would be practically empty and he would be able to enjoy her body as much as he wanted in that dark theater. Looking closer at the title of the film he almost felt like laughing, Milk Maid Slaves... it was almost perfectly appropriate. “Then the prono it is.” He agreed with a smile as he moved forward to buy the tickets, still amused by the way that even the cashier looked jealous.Once inside of the theater he glanced at the snack bar, there were a few slaves standing there to rent if someone wanted a drink with a very clear sign above them saying that they couldn't be used for anything else by the policy of the theater. Peter had to wonder how they enforced it and figured that they had some sort of chastity belt in order to protect them.He wouldn't need one but he couldn't help but picture having not only Molly but some other rental milk slave to enjoy at the same time, to let her take a drink as well. “I don't think I need anything Molly but if you would like some soda or candy then we can get you something, otherwise we can go and get ready for the movie to start.” "Porno?" Molly was suddenly confused. Sure, she had heard some of the servants in the house talk ab out them but she had never heard them referenced to as "adult films." She didn't see the title, if she had then she might have been to embarrassed to go into the theater. Even the guy at the ticket counter looked jealous and that made her blush. She had a trickling thought as she wondered if she should try and make the others want her more, her master seemed to enjoy it. She'd ask him later.Once they got inside she saw the milk slaves and she looked them over, they each had some kind of top that would be easy. Some had buttons, others had short tops, there were even some that had a flap in the from that could be opened for easy access. She was happy she didn't have that in her maid's uniform, it would have been degrading but the girl's seemed used to it.She saw him looking at them and felt a spike of jealously picking up in her. It was strange, sure he had gone on other dates and she had never liked the girls but to see him looking at other milk slaves made her just want to remind him that she was there. molly reached up and tugged his shirt slightly, trying to pull his attention away from the other girls. "We could get some Milk Duds." she said, commenting on the candy but also tossing a glare at the other girls as she clung to her master's shirt. As much as he didn't want to share her she didn't like to share him. He smirked a little bit as she tried to draw his attention back to her. Clearly she thought he was looking at those other women with lust. None of them were bad looking, all of them up to his normal standards of fucking but not a single one of them as lovely as his Molly. “Would you like me to rent you one of these women to drink from?” He asked as he led her up to the counter where they could get her the candy and a drink if she wanted it. Still it seemed the idea wouldn't fly so instead he just ordered her the candy and led her toward the theater.“You know you don't have anything to worry about in the least.” He assured her as he led her into the dark space through the doors. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust but soon it was easy enough to see, they had the entire space to themselves, many large booths and couches arranged for easy sitting around the space and the screen ahead showing advertisements for more adult fair then would normally be seen in a movie, including an image of one of the Milk Slaves breasts claiming they tasted fantastic.Leading her toward the back he lounged in one of the couches, surprised to see that it was spotlessly clean, with a tug of the leash he pulled her down against him, so that her back was against his chest and her ass over his cock. “This has been a good day so far hasn't it Molly?” He asked with a chuckle before lightly biting her neck again as he keyed up the egg inside of her. When he asked her if she wanted to try and drink from one of them she looked up at him shocked and blushed even. She always let him drink form her, it was her job but she had never even considered wanting a drink for herself. It seemed to strange for her and so she quickly shook her head no. Molly didn't want a drink, only some candies, they could go and have coffee after the movie so she decided she would have a drink then.Then he assured her that he didn't want any of the offered slaves and she smiled, happy to know that her master would be her master today and not theirs. It took her a moment to be able to see and when she did she was surprised that they were the only ones there. She looked around twice to be doubly sure that she had no some how missed someone but they really were the only ones there.She followed him back towards the couch, she was still looking around when he tugged her leash, knocking her off balance, of course he caught her... on his lap... making her st right on top of that bulge in his pants. Molly blushed and nodded when he asked about the day but was caught off guard when the egg was suddenly dialed up. A pleasured moan escaped her as on hand covered her crotch and the other over her mouth as she tried to keep quiet. Still, the feeling made her squirm slightly and being on his lap that meant she'd be rubbing against the already growing bulge in his pants. Peter was not happy that she covered her mouth, as far as he was concerned that was directly disobeying what he had ordered her to do earlier. Disobedience wasn't something that he would be tolerating from his slave, a good friend or not she was still his property and that meant that she had to obey him and do whatever he said. To show his annoyance he bit down on her neck a little harder then he had been nipping before, knowing it would likely leave a mark.“I did say that I wanted to hear you moan didn't I?” He asked with a chuckle as he took the hand from her mouth and slid it down into his pants, having undone his belt earlier so she would be able to do this as the movie started. However it seemed like a good way to keep her hand busy so she couldn't hide her moans from him. At the feelings of her fingers touching his bare cock he groaned a little bit into her ear as a demonstration of what they wanted...But he quickly held the moan back as the screen showed the title of the movie, the sound system pumping breathy moans out into the theater as music started, so far it just seemed to be a standard porno flick but he wanted to see her reaction more then he wanted to see the movie. when she heard what he said she suddenly remembered and she blushed deeply. Molly never disobeyed him before but this whole a whole different situation. Usually the orders were things like "Make me breakfast, clean my room, give me some of your milk," easy things that she could follow but ordering her to let him listen to her moans was embarrassing and the fact that she had disobeyed him made her feel guilty "I-I'm sorry M-Master." The slave struggled to say through the pleasure coursing through her.He took her hand from her mouth and she wondered what he was doing with it. Then she felt her hand behind pushed under his cloths and finally she discovered the destination. He groaned into her ear making her blush so deeply nearly her entire face was red with embarrassment. Still, she assume that he had done this because this was what he wanted so she continued, stroking his cock with her fingers, unsure of exactly what to do.Then the title of the movie came onto the screen and Molly turned to him, utterly shocked, then the sounds of woman moaning filled her ears and she looked away form the screen, what made it worse was that the increased speed made her moan join the chorus of those that came from the screen. Molly blushed deeply and shut her eyes tightly, to embarrassed to look for her master's reaction. To give her easier access to him member Peter unzipped his pants, taking his cock out without letting her hand leave it for even the slightest instant, he wanted her to be utterly familiar with what would soon be deep inside of her. “Don't apologize.” He whispered gently, licking over the small mark that he had left on the skin of her neck, his tongue teasing and soothing gently. “But don't close your eyes either, I want to watch a movie with you.”Sure it was hardly the kind of movie that he once took the time to enjoy with her when they were younger but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy themselves as they watched it. The movie started off quite normally with a maid coming in and cleaning but very soon she had lost her top and milk was slowly dripping down her full tits. The sight of that alone reminded Peter just how thirsty he was and soon he was stroking her breasts without even thinking about it.“With the drug that you take arousal has been known to cause milk to be produced faster Molly.” He whispered eagerly as he began to lift her shirt, practically drooling at the thought of what the toy inside of her would do to change the way she tasted. “Just let me know if you need to have those lovely tits of yours drained a little bit, I can always use a lovely taste of milk.” The way he licked her neck made her whimper with pleasure. He took out his cock and she kept stroking it with her fingers not knowing what else to do with it and blushing deeply the entire time. She listened to what he said and she opened her eyes to watch the screen. It started out like a normal day, strangely enough it was like one of her own normal days but of course things turned.When the maid on the screen began to lactate suddenly Peter's hands began to stroke her breasts, drawing a moan form the girl. When she heard what he said about the drug that she took she looked at him shocked. This toy was going to keep her aroused all day! How much milk did he want her to be producing? She let him lift her shirt but he seemed to stop and she let him. She wanted to try and watch the movie like normal people... well as close to normal as she could.But he had been right, her breasts were swelling. They felt heavy and sore with milk until finally she let out a pained whimper and she stopped stroking him so that she could lift up her shirt. It was a new shirt, she didn't want to get milk on it. She got off his lap briefly and then returned, this time straddling him, his member rubbing up against the crotch of her jeans. "Please Master..." she begged him. "Please turn it down, it... owwie... they're full." she told him, pleading with him to drink. She even reached down and opened the bra for him so that there was nothing between her breasts and his lips. "Please Master." Molly begged impatiently, hoping he didn't make her wait. Peter was shocked by how large her breasts had swollen to, they were easily the same size that they had been the day before. A DD cup, possibly a little bit larger and yet they still were as perky as they always were. She really did have the most perfect natural pair of tits that he had ever seen, even fake tits couldn't be as full and perky as hers. Still rather then do something as kind as turn it down for her Peter merely turned it up quite a bit more.“I would take that shirt of yours all the way off.” He warned her with a grin as he leaned in and ran his tongue over the tops of her breasts. “TO the best of my understanding an orgasm could actually cause you to lactate without any control and I am curious to see if that will happen.” In truth he would drink from her long before that happened but teasing her was a lot of fun.He was disappointed that her hand had stopped though and he took a hold of it and brought it back down to his cock, this time wrapping it all the way around his throbbing shaft. With a hand on her wrist he slowly pulled her hand up and down on his cock as turned so they would both be able to see the screen. “If you bring me to orgasm there will be something for you to drink as well if you like.” He didn't have to say it twice. As soon as he had finished saying it the shirt was all the way off and so was the bra. When he licked the tops of her breasts she shuddered with pleasure but she whimpered when his tongue didn't go lower. When he mentioned how an orgasm would make her lactate she blushed deeply and prayed that it would not come to that."M-Master ple~ease!" she moaned, blushing from the fact that the egg had made her moan those words. "I-If you don't..." she tried to think of what to say, blushing deeply she told him, "They get in the way of cleaning." In truth form her recent upgrade in size due to his inattention she almost knocked over a vase. It was embarrassing and the way the other slaves snickered when they saw was even worse.He brought her hand back to his cock and she watched as he guided it and then she continued the motion at the pace he had showed her. She could see the screen again but he still wasn't drinking. "M-Ma~aster Peter." Molly moaned his name, continuing to stroke him. "Please." She begged, as if to aid in her attempt to get him to drink little dribbles of milk began to drip down her breast. Molly moaned again, wondering just how big he would wait for them to get before he finally decided to drink. Did she really think he cared if it got in the way of her cleaning, he would drink in order to keep her from being in some sort of pain but that wouldn't stop him from taking advantage of this increased size for a little while. Leaning in he licked the milk that was dribbling from her breasts but he didn't latch onto the nipple and drink just yet. It was tempting, somehow she tasted even better as she moaned in need.“If you want some relief then you will have to earn it.” He informed her with a smile as he took her hand away from his cock and looked up at what was on the screen, turning her head so she could see it as well. On the screen the maid from earlier, her breasts dripping milk freely had fallen to her knees in front of her master and was using her tits to stroke his cock while her head dipped down to lick the head.“Use those tits of yours, wrap them around my cock and use your tongue... and if you do a good job then I promise I will deal with the problem that you are experiencing and replace that toy with my fingers for a little while.” It wasn't like she would know what to do but he was sure that she would learn sooner or later... and seeing her try would be enjoyable. Molly couldn't help herself, she moaned as he licked up the milk that dribbled out of her breasts and whimpered when he didn't latch on to one of her breasts. When he mentioned her needing to earn it she looked at him confused, unsure of what she could do to 'earn' something he took willingly. "A-are you not thirsty?" she asked him confused. She had never known him to refuse her milk before.When he turned her head to show her what was on the screen she blushed deeply and looked at him confused and embarrassed. She opened her mouth to protest but a moan came out instead. Hearing what he said about replacing the toy with his fingers made her blush deeply. Was he going to have sex with her... here? In some strange movie theater? She didn't think of it too long, the need for relief made her do as he said.Molly blushed deeply as she got on her kneed before her master, resting her heavy breasts on his lap. She was worried about getting milk on his pants but he had wanted this so she said nothing. Unsure of what to do Molly brought her master's cock between her breasts, putting her hands on either side of her breasts to be sure they would hug his cock as she moved up and down so that they would be stroking his cock. She looked up at him, blushing and unsure before turning her head down and licking the head of his cock like one would lick an ice cream cone. Again the poor girl moaned as more milk dribbled form her breasts, still Molly did her best to please him o he would finally drink. He watched as closely as he could as she knelt down and pressed her breasts around his cock, feeling it twitch against the firm and supple flesh that was squeezing him like nothing else, sure with her normal breast size she would be able to do this but with them so much larger then they normally were they practically enveloped his entire impressive length.And the way that her tongue was working, she might not have much experience but somehow instinct or something like it was doing its fucking job because she was driving him wild... if she kept this up then he was just going to end up dragging her up onto the couch with him and fucking her like crazy. As soon as that thought struck him Brian knew that he had to stop right away otherwise she would end up loosing her virginity in a fucking movie theater.“Thats good enough.” He growled as he pulled her up onto his lap again so that he cock was sitting beneath her ass, even that felt pretty good considering what she had just done for him. “You really do have a wonderful pair of tits there Molly, with what I have in mind for you then they are going to be very large all the time, you should get used to them,” He informed her before he pressed his lips to a nipple, not bothering to wait or tease, instead just greedily sucking from the beginning. Molly did as she was asked, hoping to please him the best that she could so that he would help her. She didn't understand why he hadn't just drank when she asked of him, she was getting a little bit confused by all of this. This was all moving so quickly, he had never even asked her to touch him and now he wanted her breasts wrapped around his member while she licked the top? She didn't bother arguing because she needed it so badly but the lustful Peter was not the man she had known.Then he finally said it was enough and he sat her on his lap, she could feel her backside pressing against his length and she blushed but then, finally he latched onto her nipple and drank like a thirsty man in a desert. Molly moaned loudly and squirmed on his lap, rubbing against his member as she squirmed. Her back arched into his mouth as she moaned and whimpered with pleasure.She had been so focused on the pain of the swelling that she hadn't even thought of how it would feel with him sucking on her breasts while the egg was inside of her. When he drank form her with nothing else it was enough to arouse her but with the egg inside of her she was moaning louder then she had ever moaned before, her moisture was filling her panties as Molly clung tightly to her master's shirt. "M~a~aster!" Molly moaned loudly. He was drinking so greedily and forgetting about the egg inside of her, if he didn't turn the egg down then she really would end up cumming in the theater. He hadn't forgotten that the egg was inside of her, he knew exactly what his feeding normally did to her and was eager to have her climax when he had his lips pressed to her breast, curious about if he would be able to taste a change in her milk as he drank from her. He was hoping that there was change something that he would be able to identify as a signal that she had reached climax without him having fucked her yet.“I know.” He grunted as he switched to the other breast, knowing that he hadn't drained the first quite yet but letting both of them flow freely as he pressed them together, lapping at both nipples at the same time to get as much as he could as quickly as possible thought it poured down his face as he drank it. It was delicious, never before had she tasted better and he wouldn't stop until she was drained.But it wasn't nearly enough, he had to keep tasting her, he had to see if she could taste even better so he cranked up the remote on the way all the way up to the top setting, he was desperate to taste her as she climaxed. “Cum for me pet, I want you to cream those lovely lacy panties of yours for me.” Despite her please he didn't seem to have any intention of slowing things down. He said something and at first she thought that e knew what she had wanted and he was going to slow down but then he switched to the other breast before drinking all of the first one. Her milk flowed from her breasts and she winced as he pressed her nipples together but moaned loudly as he lapped at both of them at the same time.Then suddenly the egg was on max. Molly pulled on his shirt and moaned louder then she had before. She tried to resist the feeling, trying with the best of her ability to keep herself under control but the feeling was just too much. Her hips began to buck as the feeling forced her to hump his lap as her tummy began to feel funny. She didn't know what was going on, she heard what he said and then she understood. He was going to make her climax there in the movie theater!Molly tried to pull away from him but she couldn't, even if she could she wouldn't have been able to go anywhere with that egg vibrating inside of her but that didn't matter either because in just a short time it happened. His slave moaned loudly as she reached her climax, creaming those lacy panties of hers. She could hold hope that he was wrong, hope that reaching a climax wouldn't make her milk uncontrollable, and hope that now that she had done hat he wanted he would turn down the egg. She didn't milk uncontrollably like he had half hoped she would, he had wanted to be drenched from head to toe in the delicious fluid but instead the flow just came a little bit faster and he worked to catch all of it, a large amount spilling down his chin but he didn't care at all, if he needed to he would have her lick his face clean. In fact he decided that was exactly what he was going to do with her, let her taste herself on his face.The taste had changed though, not a lot but it had become noticeable sweeter without warning and Peter knew then that she had just cum. As the flow of milk finally stopped he worked a hand down into her pants and panties, touching her only lightly but catching a little bit of her bodies fluids on his fingers and bringing them to his mouth like desert while he turned the egg down almost all the way, only the lightest setting.“Such a good girl.” He praised her with a grin, his hands still massaging her breast, even if they were down to their natural size he still loved to play with them. “My face is a little bit messy though, why don't you clean me off a little bit Molly.” Molly was happy when the organs didn't make her mil uncontrollably. She would have been so embarrassed afterwords she didn't even want to think of what she would do. He drank up the increased flow bringing ore moans from the girl on his lap. When he was finally done she felt him working his hand down into her pants and she blushed deeply, almost reaching to stop him.As the egg turned down she struggled to catch her breath, now more inclined to let him reach into her panties. She shivered sightly when she felt his fingers on her but she watched as they came out wet with her fluids and licked his fingers clean. Molly blushed deeply, drinking the milk made sense but why was he interested in the flavor of her orgasm?She listened to what he said as a small pleasured whimper escaped her. Despite having had her milk he was still massaging them and that was unusual but then again this whole day was getting to be pretty unusual. When he said he wanted her to clean off his face Molly looked around for some napkins or something that she could use to clean her milk off of him. “You taste good everywhere Molly.” Peter praised her by way of an explanation for tasting her fluids. “If you ask like a good girl I will probably take my tongue to your tight cunt later on, it will feel better then that little toy inside of you ever could.” Taking a hold of her shirt Peter lightly kissed both of her nipples before refastening her bra and pulling the shirt back on over her, it didn't fit nearly as lovely as it had before but it was still quite nice.To bad she still hadn't done anything about the milk that was on his face and starting to dry. “Molly, I want you to clean my face with your tongue.” He instructed her with a small smile. “The movie is nearly done and if I walk out of here with your milk all over my then I will be getting quite a few odd looks if you don't do something about it.” Not that he really cared, he just wanted her tongue running across his skin as a tease of what would be coming later on. Molly could not help but blush when he said that she tasted good everywhere. The slave had never really bothered to think about her flavor, it had just never really concerned her. Hearing what he said next made her blush deeply, she didn't even know what to say after tha. He dressed her back up while she was stunned by his words.When he told her to lick his face Molly blushed deeply and even covered her own face with her hands for a moment. She didn't know what to say... there really wasn't anything to say. Molly peaked through her fingers and finally brought her hands down. Putting her hands on either side of his shoulders she blushed deeply before licking his cheek with the tip of her tongue.She could taste herself on him and that just made this even more embarrassing. She tasted her own sweet milk but at the same time she was licking it off of his cheeks. She lapped at his face, not really sure how to go about this. There was some milk on the corner of his mouth and Molly could not help herself, the slave stole a kiss. It was so brief that one could even be sure if it was a kiss but their lips had met and Molly was blushing. She cleaned his face and some of the drops that had dribbled down his neck before sitting back and waiting. Peter smirked a little bit as she stole that short little kiss from him, he could hardly even be sure that it had happened. Still he knew she could do better if she was properly motivated. “Molly, if you are going to kiss me then just kiss me, don't tease me like that.” He chuckled before brushing his lips back over hers, the kiss deepening slowly but ending rather quickly as he pulled back to smile at her. “That is a proper kiss, keep that in mind the next time you are feeling bold.”He doubted she would be feeling bold very often, she was rather quiet and subdued but that was alight for him, he enjoyed being dominant and having power... not going so far as to force himself on someone of course but he enjoyed calling the shots. As innocent as Molly was he would have an entire world to introduce her to, more pleasures then she could imagine lay at his finger tips.“Are you ready to leave now Molly, the coffee and book store await us, both in one convenient location.” He said cheerfully as he zipped his pants back up, having tucked his cock away and lightly moved her off of him and back onto the couch at his side. “We can get you a nice late and a few books to read in your spare time... though I think we will find better ways to fill it before very long.” She thought that she had been discrete about it but that didn't seem so.He kissed her, slowly deepening it before pulling away all at once leaving the slave longing for more. She blushed deeply at what he said. She wished that she were bolder, bold enough to say how she felt and to kiss him like she really wanted to. But slaves were to meant to be bold and, raised as one, neither was she.But she wanted to. Molly wished that they were back home and on his bed, that she could wrap her arms around him and kiss him deeply, that there was no egg or games, she wanted to be able to spend some time with him as a girlfriend, perhaps even an equal. She had lived her life as a slave and was now in love with her master. it was a love that shouldn't be but it was there ant there was nothing that she could do about it.When he asked if she was ready she got off of him and straightened out her cloths the best she could. She could feel her panties soaking with her fluids, it made walking feel funny and she pulled at her pants. "Master.... should I.. should I change?" She asked him knowing it was either change or spend the day in cum filled panties. Peter found his thoughts very much matching Molly's at that point, he almost wished that she had been a little bit more bold. Obviously she had wanted something like this to happen for some time, why else would she have played along so willingly, if she just had the courage to act or at least give hints at some point then they could have been partaking in the pleasures of each others flesh some time ago, greatly enjoying themselves instead of just the occasional drink followed by watching her on the camera while abusing himself violently.At her question Peter only looked at her a bit strangely for a moment before smiling, understanding suddenly dawning on him when he realized just how uncomfortable she might be. “Of course, why don't you go to the bathroom and take them off and you can remove the egg if you like.” He told her as he led her from the theater, glad that she could at least go into the bathroom alone, if nothing else had ever embarrassed her that no doubt she would be incredibly uncomfortable as he watched her remove the toy that he had been using to tease her. Molly nodded, she was happy he wasn't going to make her spend the rest of the day in her cum filled panties. She took his arm as he lead her from the theater, feeling a little weaker from the orgasm that ripped through her. It was her first orgasm, and then she had to lick his face clean? The blush wouldn't leave her cheeks. Before they left she had taken the time to try and right herself the best she could. She'd put her bra and top back on, tugging at the hem as he lead her to the bathroom.She looked up at him, for a moment she seemed reluctant to let him go. When she finally did she ducked into the nearest stall. The bathroom stalls were larger then normal, built to accommodate two in case a master just couldn't wait to have his slave. Molly took off her shoes and then her pants, biting her lip to suppress the pleasured whimpers moving with the egg inside her almost brought about. Even at it's lowest setting the slave could hardly keep herself quiet.She stripped out of her panties, blushing deeper as she looked down at them. They really were drenched. She did the best she could to clean her panties and herself with bathroom tissue, but in the end she wrapped the panties in bathroom tissue and found a bag to put them in. She would be going without her panties for the rest of today. It was retrieving the egg that made her blush profusely. A small moan escaped her as she reached her fingers inside herself, she wondered if her master heard it outside. It took her a moment, another moan and a few whimpers, but she retrieved the egg, still buzzing. Her master said she was tasty, was he right?Timidly, she let the egg touch the very tip of her tongue, pulling it back quickly for no other reason then sheer embarrassment. She was surprised to find she didn't taste that bad. She wondered what her master would think he if he found out she enjoyed her flavor. Cleaning off the rest of the egg with tissue she wrapped it up and put it into the bag with her panties before putting the rest of her cloths back on and exiting the stall. She found her master standing outside she smiled at him, the blush stubbornly clinging to her cheeks. She took his arm and rested her head against it, holding onto him for a few moments before finally speaking. "If.... If Master should want to... put it back... o-or replace it with something else... I wouldn't mind." her words were quiet, her voice was timid, and she was unable to look at him as she spoke. As his slave she wasn't supposed to ask for anything, but even if it was embarrassing she had enjoyed herself, and he seemed to care about what she wanted... Still holding tight, she nuzzled his arm, to embarrassed by her suggestion to look into his eyes.

Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

the breakup

She was just getting to her boyfriend Jason's house after a very long day at work. Amanda had opted to go straight to his place instead of going home first. She parked her car and went to the front door. Jason had always told her she didn't need to knock so she didn't bother, figuring he'd be either in his room or in the livingroom in the back of the house. She opened the front door and immediatly heard the female giggles coming from down the hallway... She followed the giggles coming from the livingroom and when she stepped into the room she discovered Jason, and her best friend Katie naked on the couch together. Amanda freaked, Jason jumped up and followed her thru the house... Needless to say things ended. Amanda was too upset and she knew she shouldn't be driving. She pulled the car over and only then realized she was right in front of Jason's friend's place. Well, he was her friend too, she didn't get out of the car, and she didn't know why she was even there...except for the fact that he had always listened to her in the past, he'd been the one to help her thru some tough times... she leaned her head back in her seat, letting the tears fall...not really knowing what to do at that point. He heard the car drive up and park, and looked out the window. It was Amanda's car. This was an unexpected visit, but certainly welcome. Mat ran to the bathroom and quickly gave himself a quick look over. Dark brown hair and striking blue eyes met his gaze, along with big lips and a slight stubble on his chin and cheeks. He rubbed his chin and grimaced. Too late to shave, but other than that he was decent in his T-shirt and pants for lounging around in the house.He walked back into the livingroom and looked out the window again. He should be able to see her if she were at his door or even walking up the sidewalk path to it, but she wasn't. He looked at the car and saw her still in the driver's seat. Was something wrong? Not bothering to put on his shoes, he went out and walked up to the car, knocking on the passenger side window."Hey, what cha' doin'?" he asked through the glass, smiling. Was she sleeping? When she looked at him though, he could see the tears in her eyes and on her cheeks. His smile disappeared into a concerned frown. "What's wrong? What happened?" He opened the car door and poked his head in, his face a mask of worry. Amanda still didn't know what she was doing at his house, she hadn't even planned on getting out of the car. She just wanted the waves of tears and her spinning head to be under control before she started to drive home again. When he knocked on the window she almost jumped out of her skin. She tried to fake a smile but it was pretty much impossible to have a sincere smile on her face with tears filling her eyes at the same time. "I'm sorry...I don't.......I don't know what I'm doing here, I was just......I was so upset I guess I just started driving, but then I couldn't see thru the tears so I pulled over...and well, here I am." she let out a small laugh at how stupid it sounded. She was very upset about something. Mat's heart ached to hear her voice like this and to see her pretty face so marred with sadness. She was a great friend and he wanted to help her in any way he could. He decided a more comfortable setting might help her feel better, so he offered for her to come inside."Well, you're here, so why don't you come on inside anyways," he said. "Get you something to drink maybe and you can tell me what's got you crying in the first place, okay?" He smiled at her gently, his tone light and reassuring. She smiled at him. She had always been able to talk to Mat. Even tho he was Jason's friend her and Mat had grown close and she truely enjoyed hanging out with him. When he told her to come inside she smiled at him, "I don't want to ruin your night Mat.." she knew he wouldn't let that slide so right after she said it she turned the car off and undid her seatbelt, stepping out of the car. "I'm really sorry about just showing up like this...I really didn't plan on it." Mat closed the door as she got out the other side and shrugged at her apologies."Ah, it's no big deal," he said, smiling nonchalantly, trying to set her at ease. "It's not like I was doing much or had any plans or anything. besides, it's always a pleasure to have you over."He walked with her up to his front door, putting his arm around her shoulders, and entered the house like that. The door opened into a small entry hall, with the kitchen off to the right and the living room further into the house. It was a thin and long shaped house and a bit cramped inside, but it fit him just fine. Opposite the doorway into the kitchen were some stairs leading up to the bedroom.Letting go of her as soon as they came into the house, he walked into the kitchen."Would you like a drink? Something to eat?" he asked, looking back at her as he opened the fridge. He wanted to comfort her in any way he could but he also wanted to cling to some semblance of normalcy. If she wanted a drink or something, it was just one more way he could help her and pretend for a moment that nothing was wrong. Well, for just a moment at least. Amanda laughed as they headed towards the house and he said it was always a pleasure to have her over, "Yeah right, even when Im having a breakdown outside your house..." she said sarcasticly. When they got inside the familar house she followed him into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, "Just some water would be great, Thanks Mat." She tried to think of other things, she pictured all the times they had all hung out at his house, goofing around, laughing...it made her smile, if only for a moment. When he handed her the glass of water she took a drink, then took a steadying breath. "I suppose you're wondering what led to my little episode outside your house tonight huh?" she set the glass of water down and took the ponytale out of her hair, letting her long brown hair fall down over her shoulders hoping it would relieve some of her tension headache. He got her a glass of water, somewhat thankful for something to do. He had memories of all three of them together too, and she was always smiling and so cheerful. It was hard to see her broken down like this."I suppose you're wondering what led to my little episode outside your house tonight huh?"He nodded and was about to offer they go sit down somewhere but his mind jerked to a halt as she took out her hair from the ponytail she'd had it in. Her loose brown hair falling from the hair tie, and her eyes red and shining from tears made him mentally stumble. She was always pretty, but right now it struck him how beautiful she was. He shook his head a little and took a deep breath. Now was definitely NOT the time to be thinking like that."Yes, I am," he said. "Come on, let's go sit down, okay? Get more comfortable." Amanda nodded her head and led the way to the livingroom. She knew his house almost as well as she knew her own. She entered the livingroom and plopped down onto the comfortable couch that she had sat on a million times, having come straight from work she was still in her work clothes, the short running shorts she wore left a majority of her long runners legs exposed. She knew she owed him an explaination so she ran her fingers thru her hair and looked over at him taking a deep breath. "Well I'm sure you can guess the general topic as to why I am/was..whatever you wanna say, a wreck....." Sitting down next to her on the couch, Mat was a bit surprised to hear her start that way. Then he knew.Jason.Jason was his best friend but sometimes he did stupid things. Lately, he'd been seeing another girl behind Amanda's back. He hadn't said anything to her because when he'd confronted Jason he'd told Mat he'd stop seeing her. But he wasn't sure if this was what had made Amanda so upset. He hoped it wasn't. Jason could've just broken up with her or something. But he didn't really know how much she knew so he felt it safest to say, "This is about Jason, right?" Amanda let out a small laugh, "Yeah...its about Jason....of course its about Jason....when else do I cry Mat?" she shook her head. She looked over at him, "How long have Jason and Katie been sleeping together Mat?" Katie had been Amanda's best friend since their freshman year of high school. "Here I thought I was the one doing the suprising tonight by going over to his house right after work...boy was I wrong." she shook her head, wiping her hands over her face... Shit! She'd caught them together. Fuck. He loved Jason like a brother, but he was such an idiot. Especially about this. He remembered then that an extra stab to the heart for Amanda that it was her best friend Katie that Jason had been sleeping with. He guiltily looked down at the ground but started noticing her long athletic, slender legs and looked back up at her. He tried to shove down that twinge inside that made her seem so attractive right now.She's hurting, dammit! Now is not the time to be ogling her!he thought to himself."About a month," he answered soberly. Then he quickly added, "I've only known for a little over a week, I swear. He told me--hepromisedme he'd break it off with her. That's why I didn't tell you. I thought if they stopped screwing around...things would go back to normal... I'm sorry..."He placed his hand on her back and rubbed comfortingly. He had to admit, he'd been kind of an idiot about this too. Just standing by and not doing anything about it. Even though she had every right to be pissed at him too, he hoped she wouldn't be. She shook her head. She knew that Mat had to have known, but in the back of her head she had hope he hadn't. "WoW...Im that oblivious huh? A month?...Im an idiot." she ran her fingers thru her hair again, "I guess I understand your reason for not telling me, Jason's your best friend...but still, to find out like this?..." she shook her head. "I lost my best friend and my boyfriend at the same time..." The guilt was overwhelming. He should have lied and told her it hadn't been that long. But, well, it was too late now. She knew and he felt terrible. He put his arm around her and rubbed her arm."I'm sorry, you had to find out this way," he said. As much as he was angered by Jason's behavior he wasn't going to bad mouth him. He sort of hoped that he'd come to his senses and he and Amanda would get back together...however small the chances were at the moment. But he also wasn't going to sing his praises right now. That would seem a jerk-like thing to do.Struggling to find something to say he kissed her forehead briefly, hoping to console her with the gesture. But it only made him feel that attraction again pulling at him.Why'd I do that? WHY? He sighed heavily trying to cover the slight blush in his cheeks."What are you going to do now?" he asked. Amanda knew he felt bad and that wasn't her intention. "YOU shouldn't be sorry...it wasn't your fault...If I were you I don't know what I would have done either." She smiled at him when he kissed her forehead. It felt...nice...comforting to her. "What am I going to do?...Im going to pick up the pieces and move on...what else would I do?...the sad part is going to be losing all the friends Ive made thru Jason...It's like starting over again, but still seeing the old people, but not being "with them" anymore....it'll be rough, but oh well..." "You'll still be friends with me," he said smiling encouragingly. "And picking up the pieces and moving on, sounds like a good idea. Don't let this drag you down." He knew she didn't want to hear that she should wait and give Jason another chance, so he didn't say it. "If you want, you can stay over tonight?"He felt a little uneasy about offering with the way he kept feeling towards her, but none of that uncertainty showed in his face or his voice. If he knew Jason, he'd probably try to see her and stuff and Mat didn't think it'd be such a good idea for that to happen right now. The wound was still very fresh and any conversation between Jason and Amanda right now had the possibility of being volatile. He felt protective over her. She'd come to him in her time of need and he didn't want her to get hurt again, especially not so soon after the first blow. She smiled at him "Thanks Mat... You've always been a great friend. Even tho you and Jason are best friends, I'd hate to lose you as my friend."In her head she could remember the times before her and Jason were together, all the times she had though Mat was so great, so fun, and so cute...but then it had been Jason who asked her out.... she laughed as Mat attempted to encourage her, "Not like I have much of a choice now is it?...Im not going to be with a guy who cheats on me.." She smiled when he told her she could stay the night if she wanted to, "You sure you don't mind?...I mean, I would just go home...but....I really really don't want to be there when Jason shows up at my door to "explain everything" to me..." "Yes, of course you can stay," he said easily. "It's no problem at all. You can sleep in my bed and I'll take the couch down here." He could see she was going to protest about that and he cut in before she could say anything. "REALLY. It's no problem. Most nights I fall asleep on the couch anyways. And I definitely understand not wanting to see him right now. It's no problem honestly. I'll make us some dinner and we'll spend the evening just hanging out. Okay?" He couldn't help himself, he had to kiss her forehead again so he did. Suddenly nervous about how his body was reacting to her he stood up from the couch."I'll just go put some new sheets on the bed," he said and left the room and headed upstairs.What am I doing?he thought to himself. He knew her too well and cut her off before she could argue about him sleeping on the couch... She shook her head laughing, "Well, Thank you. I appriciate it....all of it...I know it can't be easy to be in the middle of all this." She smiled when he kissed her forehead again, but he got up from the couch so quickly she didn't have time to dwell on it, he seemed to rush from the room to change the sheets and she was left sitting in the livingroom alone..hmm, maybe his room was messy and he didn't want me to see it...or maybe his sheets REALLY needed to be changed?....wierd....oh well. She slipped her feet from her flip flops and curled her legs under her. She reached for the remote and started aimlessly channel surfing, not really finding anything worth watching.... What am I doing?he thought to himself as he pulled the old sheets off his bed.Whatever, I need to cut it out! She just caught her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend! She won't feel good with you hitting on her!He berated himself as he tossed the old sheets in the laundry and started unfolding the new ones.Besides, even if she was receptive...it'd be taking advantage of her. I can't do that to her or Jason. I can't!When he smoothed the new sheets in place and composed himself, he headed back downstairs. Seeing her watching TV and looking rather bored, he was struck once again by how beautiful she was but firmly pushed such thoughts from his head."So, what would you like for dinner?" he asked, walking into the living room. "I can make you anything you want." He smiled cheerfully and hoped he could keep himself in control tonight.Why tonight?he wondered.I've never felt this way before... She laughed when he asked what she wanted for dinner, "Mat, you know me, Im the least picky girl ever...What are you in the mood for?" She set the remote down on the end table and stood up, stretching her arms above her head, she fitted polo shirt she was wearing rose when she stretched her arms above her head exposing her flat toned stomach, She turned her head and smiled at him, "I'll even help....well umm, attempt to help that is." she laughed since they both knew she wasn't much of a domestic... Mat felt his eyes wander down to Amanda's stomach as it peeked out from under her shirt as she stretched. The feeling that he wanted to tear the shirt off of her and run his hands over her smooth skin overcame him for a moment before he regained control. The lapse only lasted a moment and she probably wouldn't notice anything had happened except that he coughed and his voice wavered slightly."Well, to be honest," he started, and slowly regaining his voice. "Before you came I had been planning to just throw a couple of corndogs in the microwave. But I'll see if I can find something else for us to have." Amanda laughed, "Wow I haven't had a corndog in...well a really long time...That's fine tho...I can eat a corndog. Just please tell me you don't completly ruin the taste by drowning it in ketchup or mustard?" she smiled at him, it was nice to be able to talk and laugh. Her laughter helped release some of the tension coiling within his body at the moment and he laughed with her. "Nope, just regular, nothing on them," he said. "I'll go make some." They were microwavable so he didn't need much help and they didn't take long to heat up, so he was only gone a few minutes before he returned with 4 of them in his hands. He handed two to her and took his seat on the couch again.When he sat down beside her again, he felt he should probably sit somewhere else but didn't want to make it obvious he was moving away from her.Just don't think about it!he thought and continued to share the couch with her."So, what are we watching?" he asked, taking a bit of one of his corndogs and trying to keep his eyes on the television screen. She watched as he left the room again to heat the corndogs. She took a seat on the couch again and when he returned she took two of the corndogs. "Thanks!" She waited for him to sit down again before taking a bite of the corndog. As she did so she couldn't help but to get a mental picture that had nothing to do with a corndog...she started laughing and shook her head trying to think about something else, Mat was going to think she was losing it. She focused her attention on the tv, "Umm I have no idea what we are watching, I kinda gave up after I couldn't find anything on like the first 100 channels you have." she laughed and took another bite of her corndog. Hearing her laugh warmed his heart and he was glad she was here and he was able to cheer her up. "Let me see..." he murmured as he looked over the TV guide. He had to keep his eyes on something other than her or he knew he'd lose it. By the time he ended his inspection of the TV guide he'd finished both corndogs and set the sticks for them aside. Even looking at what was going to be on TV he couldn't find anything of interest either. Sighing, he tossed the guide on the coffee table."Maybe we could watch a movie?" he suggested, looking at her for the first time in several minutes. "One of the old funny ones we'd always watch with--" He had been about to say, "with Jason." It was hard, because the three of them had spent so much time hanging out and having fun together, he was finding it difficult to suggest something that didn't mention him. All he wanted was to cheer her up and keep making her happy.Worried that he might hve offended her he lamely said, "Sorry." He had nothing else to really suggest that wouldn't possibly remind her of Jason; they'd done everything together. It was uncomfortable walking on eggshells. Amanda finished her first corndog and was working on her second when he put the tv guide down, and looked at her. She smiled at him as she took another bite, She could tell he was trying not to bring Jason up and she appriciated the effort, but she also knew it would be hard. She sat up, and put her hand on his leg, "Mat, it's ok...Im not going to fall apart at the mention of his name. I don't want to ruin all the good memories either...We all had alot of good times together, and thats a good thing." she smiled at him, "Let's watch one of those movies and just relax ok?" she gave his leg a little squeeze as she took a bite of the corndog. Even though her words were meant to set him at ease, what she was physically doing was making him more tense. As she touched Mat's leg, he felt his dick twitch in his pants and it was very hard to focus. His ears turned red with the effort to will his body to stop, but when she squeezed his leg and took a bite of her corndog he couldn't stop the erotic thoughts from flowing into his head. Before he knew it he had an erection and he stood up quickly to pick out a movie to distract himself.With his back turned to her and looking at the movies on the shelf by the TV he was able to will his dick to go down. Glancing back at her he took one of the movies down and showed it to her. "How about this one?" he asked. It was an older comedy from the late 80's and one of their favorites; no matter how many times they'd seen it, it always made them laugh every time. Amanda noticed Mat seemed a little jumpy but didn't mention it. She watched him get up and dig thru his vast collection of movies. She finished her corndog and smiled when he turned to show her the movie he had grabbed, "Always an excellent choice!" She curled her legs under her again and waited as he put the movie in. He nodded and smiled and turned to put the video in the VCR. The movie was an old VHS tape but it was still in good shape. Sitting down beside her again, his stomach started doing flip-flops. He was able to ignore it during most of the movie but her joyous laughter soon got to him. Her presence was becoming very hard to ignore and he screamed inside his head, feeling like he was going crazy. He kept imagining her naked and what it would be like to kiss her and touch her. Thinking about having sex with her.Why am I fucking torturing myself? I've never felt this way about her before tonight! Never!Well, that wasn't necessarily true, but the feelings had never been this strong, and he'd always been able to excuse it away as just being really good friends with her. But tonight they just would not go away.Not quite sure where his head was or why he was doing it, he put his arm around Amanda's shoulders. He wanted to touch her so bad, he thought if he gave himself just a little it would calm the need down. Boy, was he ever wrong... Amanda focused on the movie and let everything else slip from her mind, Mat sure did know how to make her feel better. She laughed and actually was enjoying herself. She felt him slip his arm around her shoulders and she smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder a little as she watched the movie. When they were sitting that way nothing felt wrong, everything felt the way it should...she felt herself relax and just enjoy the time they were spending together. Mat couldn't stop. With her so close his mind was a blur and he let his body do what it wanted--what itneededto do. He kissed her forehead again, trying futily to regain control over himself, but then found his lips had wandered onto hers. He let himself swim with her lips for a moment before he abruptly pulled away.He sat there looking at her shocked at what he'd let himself do and grimaced guiltily. "I m...so sorry," he said emphatically. "I-I don't know why I did that..." He looked away from her, not able to meet her eyes, blushing furiously. He drew his arm away from her and scooted over on the couch a bit to give her the space he should have given her to begin with.God! You idiot!he thought to himself angrily. He waited silently for the anger and scorn that was sure to come. Amanda was totally caught off guard when she felt Mat's lips move from her forehead down to her own lips. She suprised herself when she kissed him back softly. But then...he pulled away so fast she wasn't really sure if it had actually happend or not. She watched as he scooted to the other side of the couch, like she had the plauge or something. She looked over at him, "Where was THAT like 10months ago Mat?...if you had done THAT 10 months ago I wouldn't be in my current situation.....and I really wish you would stop saying that your sorry for saying or doing things that feel right." She ran her fingers thru her hair, not sure what else to say.... He looked at her, a bit surprised that she wasn't angry and even more surprised by what she said.10 months ago?Yes, that was when she'd started dating Jason and he'd known her longer than they'd been together.These feelings... where had they been then? He'd always felt something for her but it had never been this intense. And besides, he'd never really had the confidence to approach her anyways. After her and Jason started going out it had been too late and his feelings for her had just continued to grow.He felt clumsy and foolish for constantly apologizing, but he...loved her. And he didn't want to hurt her, or if he did, that she'd know he hadn't done it on purpose.He sighed and moved back closer to her. "I thought..." he started, then shook his head and smiled at her.Yeah, I'm a dork.he thought to himself. "I have been interested for a long time, but I let the opportunity slip away from me. I'm sorr--" he smiled as he cut off his apology and paused for a moment before going on. "If you want this, then it is right." He caressed the side of her cheek and looked at her lovingly, his face close to hers. Amanda smiled, "Mat, Ive wanted this waaaay before Jason and I got together...and if I think about it, that never went away, I just pushed it to the back of my mind I guess...After all this time I just kinda figured you would never be intrested in me in THAT way." after saying it she leaned in and kissed his lips softly again Her words helped him relax and as her lips touched his, he kissed her deeply, moaning into her mouth.Oh, yes!After fighting it this whole evening it was a release to be able to kiss her finally. There was the slight guilt in the back of his mind about Jason but he shoved it away.He had his chance and he blew it.He cradled her face with one hand as his lips massaged and suckled hers and started to touch her with his other hand, letting it roam from her shoulder to her waist and her legs and then finally up to cup one of her breasts. She moved over into his arms, letting her hand slide down over his shoulder and down his chest. She let out a soft moan when she felt his hand move down her body, then come to rest on her breast. In her mind she had pictured this for a long long time, but it wasn't anything like what was happening now, this was waaaay better. He groped her breast through her shirt for a moment, his lips dancing with hers, and then snaked his hand under her shirt to play with her breasts and teasingly pinch her nipples.Mat felt his dick harden at the touches from her hand and he moved his hands under her and moved her so that she was sitting in his lap, his arousal poking into her through his pants. She let out a soft moan as his hand made contact with her bare breast. She turned so that she was straddling his lap, kissing him again as she started to grind into his lap a little as she kissed him. Her hands pulling his shirt up a little Hearing her moan in response to his touch his lips became more urgent and hungry. Feeling her grinding into him, he let out a low groan, almsot a growl and moved his hips into her. Feeling her lift his shirt, he helped her take it off of him, his bare chest with the barest bit of fuzz on it coming into view.Small beads of sweat started to form on his skin as his body heated. Wanting to be skin to skin with her and feel her soft warmth pressed against him, he started to lift her shirt as well. She kissed his collarbone and down onto his chest a little. As she felt him lifting her shirt she raised she arms so he could slide it off easily. Once it was gone she was left straddling his lap wearing her lacey black bra and her short running shorts. She smiled and his as she leaned in and kissed his lips again...she continued to grind into his lap in slow circles. He smiled admiringly down at her breasts and black lacey bra. When she started kissing him again he dipped his tongue inside her mouth, caressing hers and licking the roof of her mouth. Reaching his hands around to her back he undid her bra. It took a few minutes because it was difficult to undo it without seeing it but it eventually came away and he slipped the straps down her arms. Seeing her naked breasts, he bent down and started to lick and suckle her nipples, his mouth and tongue dancing from one to the other. While his mouth worked, his hands groped her ass cheeks in her running shorts, squeezing the tight flesh. She let out a soft moan when he undid her bra and his mouth replaced the fabic. "MMM wow!" she pushed her chest towards him a little, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation. She felt his hand squeeze her ass and smiled... "You have no idea how many times Ive thought about this Mat." Hearing Amanda's noises of pleasure spurred him on and made him harder."Oh, yeah?" he murmured against her skin. "Which is better? Fantasy or reality?" Lifting her up a little bit, he started to tug her shorts down.He'd imagined it too but especially the last hour and a half since she'd come over this evening and it blew his mind how much greater it was than he could have dreamed. Her skin, so warm and smooth, set his fingers and his lips on fire as he kissed and touched her. Her breasts, so pert and plush, like dough in his hands, as if they were made out of something gentler than the rest of her. And her sounds of delight as he pleasured her made his heart pound and his dick harder than it ever had been before. So hard it hurt. She laughed, "This time reality is MUCH MUCH better than anything I could have fantasized." She bit her lower lip as she felt his hands on her breasts. "God that feels so good!" she could feel how hard he had gotten and she ground her hips into his a little more before he lifted her a little to pull her shorts down. She moved her legs long enough for him to pull her shorts down and off her legs, before moving back into the straddling position now wearing only her lacey black thong. He smirked at her answer and groaned in pleasure as she grinded into him harder. He ran his hands over her bare legs as he pulled the shorts off of them and continued to caress them after the shorts fell to the ground. So smooth. As she sat back onto his lap he leaned back on the couch so that she was somewhat over him, and groped her bare as cheeks and toyed with the thong still covering her. Hi lips suckled and pulled on her nipples that were right in his face, grazing the swollen nubs with his teeth every so often. His mind was foggy and his dick ached with need and he continued to let her grind into him through his pants. She smiled and leaned down to kiss on his collarbone and chest a little. She let her hands slide down his sides and rest at his hips. She kissed her way lower onto his stomach a little. Smiling when she looked up at him while kissing his stomach a little lower now. Feeling her kiss down his body and seeing the smile she gave him set his heart to galloping in his chest. He smiled back down at her, enjoying the direction this was going. His cock made a bulge in his jeans and ached to be set free from the fabric prison. She kissed down to the waist of his jeans, and slowly undid them, moving so she could pull them down his legs, once they were off she moved back to between his legs, tugging his boxers down as well, then moved to her knees so she could kiss his hip bones, then his inner thighs He sighed when his manhood sprang free from his boxers, and cool air came in contact with it. Erect it stood at about 6 to 7" and the red head glistened in the light with a drop of pre-cum on the tip. A small bush of pubic hair crowned the base, but it was neatly trimmed and well-groomed.He groaned as she teasingly kissed around it, not touching it, his cock twitching in need. He smiled down at her and his hands caressed her hair, but his eyes pleaded with her to end the torture. She smiled as she looked up at him, and slowly lowered her mouth to his cock. She gently licked it's full length before letting the tip slip into her mouth. She started sucking lightly as she tongue wrapped around the underside...letting him slide a little further into her mouth. He gasped as her mouth enveloped him and started to moan as she sucked on it. "God! That feels so good!" he said in a hoarse whisper. He started to moan again as her mouth moved on him, pushing his hard length deeper into her mouth. Warm wetness surrounding his cock, delightfully tight, sent shivers of pleasure up his spine. He put his hand on her head, fingers tangling in her hair loosely. "More,please!" he gasped in that breathy whisper. She smiled as she slowly worked more of him into her mouth, sucking a little harder now. She stroked around the base of his shaft as she sucked on him. She slowly started to pick up speed, her head moving up and down on top of his cock...she hands running up his inner thighs. He squirmed in place, his hips jerking a little as she bobbed up and down on him. Euphoria filled his body as her mouth worked magic on his flesh. He started to pant as she moved faster on him, and her hands touching him, exploring, felt like heaven. Soon he started to feel himself get close, but he didn't want to cum yet, so he put a hand on her shoulder and stopped her.Whooo, okay..."he said, his voice unsteady as her lips left him. "My turn." He whispered and gave her a mischievious smile.Standing up from the couch, he traded places with her and set his face between her legs. Sucking on her pussy through the black lacey panties he inhaled her rich scent as his hands wandered up her body to play with her nipples. She smiled when he pulled her off of him, knowing that he must have been right on the edge. Then he switched places with her and she was on the couch with her legs spread, As she felt his mouth between her legs she let her head fall back on the couch, "MMMMM YES.." Mat sucked and licked at her warmth through the fabric and curling his fingers under the fabric clinging to each side of her hips, her slowly pulled them down off of her. As he pulled the thong off her legs he kissed down them, his lips dancing down her thigh, cascading over her knees, licking down her calves and over the tops of her feet. Once the thong was free, he twirled it on his finger and flicked it off to the side. Then his lips slowly traveled back up her legs, his eyes watching her the whole time. As he neared her pussy, he kissed and suckled her inner thighs, breathing on her beautiful cunt but not touching it. She knew he was getting payback for her teasing him earlier and she smiled... he certainly knew how to push her buttons. She bit her lower lip knowing what was sure to come shortly. She lifted her hips alittle as she felt his mouth on her inner thigh.. After leaving a hickey on her inner thigh, he moved his mouth closer to her pussy. He kissed the lips down there before using his fingers to spread them open gently. Then his tongue licked inside the folds, starting from the bottom where the hole was and working up to her clit. Then he roughly tongued the little nub of sensitive flesh, and then wrapped his mouth around it sucking on it tenderly. Using the fingers of one of his hands he inserted them into the inviting hole below where he was sucking and worked them in and out of her. She bit back a moan but it still escaped her lips, "MMM GOD! YES!!!!" she arched her back a little as she looked down at him, her fingers running thru his hair as she watched him. Smiling at how much pleasure he was giving her, he continued to suck on her clit, alternating between sucking on it and tonguing it rapidly, all the while fingering her warm snatch. It was gratifying as well as amazing to know that he was making her feel good and her sounds of delight kept his dick hard. When she was wet enough, he knew it would be time to start the main event. The combination between his tongue and his fingers was driving her crazy and she knew that at the rate he was going at it wouldn't be long... She pulled her hips back from him a little, "Much more of THAT and I'm going to be past the point of no return" she smiled at him biting her lower lip as she felt his fingers still inside her.. "MMmmm" He chuckled as she pulled away from his lips and he started to move up her body with his tongue. Dipping into her belly button and sliding over her ribs and the mounds of her breasts. His face up close to hers and his dick nestled between her legs, he removed his fingers from her pussy and licked them clean, humming over the delightfully tangy taste of her. Then his lips captured hers again and he positioned her body so he was right at her entrance."Ready?" he asked, his eyes looking at her seductively, full of love and lust for her. She watched as he made the journey back up her body, his mouth sent sparks of heat shooting thru her as he licked and kissed his way up. She kissed him back passionatly, then she smiled "Mat, Ive been ready!" Smiling at her tone, he lowered her waist onto him, impaling her with his cock, her wet warmth enveloping him in tight embrace. "Oh, God! I love you!" he gasped in pure ecstasy. Cradling her waist with one hand and the other moving to her breast and fondling it, he started to move his hips back and forth, his dick sliding in and out of her. The smooth, silken walls enveloping his cock filled him with lightning pleasure jolting up and down his spine. It wasn't long before his pace increased, their bodies moving as one, together molding in a dance of flesh against flesh. As she felt him slip inside her she let out a soft moan, "MMM GOD!" thats what she had been waiting for, and it felt amazing. He filled her as he slide deep inside her. She met his pace, lifting her hips to meet his as he thrust into her. Soon her breathing had become rapid and she knew that she would be on the edge shortly.. "MMM MAT!" she grasped the couch to keep herself in place Hearing her call out his name made him growl low in his throat with desire and he passionately sucked and kissed her throat. He could feel her tightening on his dick and by the sound of her voice, he could tell she was close. So he increased his pace, pounding into her fiercely, making sure she felt it deep into her core. It became too much for him and then he was shivering and gasping as climax flowed through him, his cock spurting his seed inside her. As she felt his orgasm hit it sent her over the edge and she was swept away by one of her own. Her muscles tightening around his cock, she arched her back, moaning softly, "MMMM GOD MAT!!! YES!!" Panting and with a sheen of sweat glistening on his body, he held her close to him as orgasm racked her body. He sat for a moment listening to her breathing increase and then slow down, running his hands through her hair. Then he laid down on the couch and pulled her on top of him, his cock still nestled inside her to rest in the afterglow. Her head was in a fog and she couldnt even try to form a thought as she smiled at him... "WoW" was all she could manage. Slowly her breath started to go back to normal. He pulled her down on top of him and she laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Kissing her forehead and running his hand up and down her back he sighed pleasantly. Well, things had definitely turned out well. Finally thinking back over all that had happened, he realized he didn't feel a shred of guilt over what had happened--and why should he? Jason had decided to run out on her and even being confronted by Mat, his best friend, he'd rejected his advice and continued to cheat on Amanda. It was his own fault for hurting her and pushing her away. But even as he thought that, he knew Jason would probably be mad at him. Well, when the time came, he would just explain to him the situation as he saw it and hope that this did not ruin their friendship.Looking down at Amanda, lying with her head on his chest, he smiled. "Do I still have to sleep on the couch?" he asked jokingly. Amanda couldn't help but to laugh, "You better not!...We've even got clean sheets on the bed." she lifted her head and smiled at him, kissing him softly. "Here I'll get up so I'm not squishing you." she sat up, looking at him as he laid back on the couch and smiled. "Mat, I just want you to know, This, this thing between us, it wasn't just a rebound thing....It's always been in the back of my mind..." Watching her rise and looking at her beautiful body freely."I know," he said. "Me too." He smiled and looked at her with adoration in his eyes. The way her skin glowed in the light and her eyes shined, he was sorry he hadn't jumped on the opportunities to pursue her 10+ months ago but he was glad he'd gotten a second chance to do so."What do you say we go break those sheets in?" He said, stifling a yawn behind his hand. She smiled, she was relieved that he wasn't feeling any regrets about anything. She laughed and stood up, "That sounds like a good plan." She grabbed the shirt she had taken off of him earlier and slipped it over her head. She turned and smiled at him, "Hope you don't mind." "No, of course. It looks better on you. In fact, I'm jealous," he said teasingly, smiling at how sexy she looked. He got up from the couch and pulled on his boxers. Then he lead her upstairs, turning off the lights downstairs as they left the living room and then passed through the hallway.At the top of the stairs the hallway branched off in either direction; down the right path was the bathroom, which was just over the kitchen and about as big, and down the left was his bedroom which matched the placement and size of the living room. In his room he flicked on the light switch which turned on a lamp on a nightstand by the bed. The king sized bed stood in the middle of the floor, with a medium desk and computer against the left wall and the closets against the right wall. It was fairly neat with minimal furnishings and there was a poster on a closet door from some band he liked and a painting of fishing boats hung on the wall. She wasn't sure why she was shy now...after everything they had done, she was shy NOW?...that made no sense to her. She turned and smiled at him. "Ive been in this room millions of times...but now.....its all totally different, different in a good way." He sensed her timidity, and smiled reassuringly to her. Taking her hands in his he led her to the bed and sat upon it, scooting back until he was level with a pillow. Laying down but leaning up on his elbow he patted the spot next to him and waved her over. "It's okay," he said softly. "Come close to me." She smiled and pushed her newfound nervousness aside. She walked over to the bed, climbing in next to him. She moved over next to him so their legs her touching. She smiled... It was comforting having her in his room like this, a feeling of rightness filling him calm serenity. He looked into her eyes and put his hand to the back of her neck, cradling her head as he leaned in and kissed her passionately. Tomorrow was filled with the unknown and big changes, but he felt like he could face anything with her by his side. She smiled and leaned her head in and kissed him back passionatly, her nervousness vanishing with just a kiss. Her hand resting on his cheek as she kissed him back. She didn't know what this made them...if it made them anything, but those things could wait, for now, she just wanted to be here with him. After several moments, Mat turned over and clicked the lamp on the nightstand off. When he turned back, he wrapped his arms around Amanda and snuggled with her in the dark. His lips found hers again and he continued to kiss her lovingly. Amanda smiled when he reached over, turning out the light. She kissed him back softly, letting her fingers trace random patterns on his chest and stomach. Kissing her and laying close to her, fatigue started to pull at him. After a few moments, he broke the kiss and holding her close, he whispered, "Good night." And then he slowly started to drift off, no longer worrying about tomorrow and the troubles it might bring. Amanda kissed him back but could feel her eyelids getting heavy. When he whispered goodnight she smiled, "Good Night" and closed her eyes, falling asleep faster than she had in a long long time. Mat woke to the sounds of birds chirping outside the window and sunlight streaming into the bedroom. Good feeling and peacefulness pervaded the air, and he sighed pleasantly. Then he realized he wasn't alone in his bed, and last night came rushing back to him. He smiled and turned over to look at the woman sleeping beside him. Morning light seemed to make her skin glow and her face was a picture of pure, soft tranquility. He caressed her cheek lovingly and watched her slumber for the longest time. Then he leaned forward and placed a tender kiss to her lips. Amanda slept like she hadn't slept in a long time. She didn't even hear Mat when he stirred the next morning. She did feel it when he placed a soft kiss on her lips and it made her smile, even before she opened her eyes, She slowly blinked them open, turning to look up at him, "Morning Sunshine." He smiled at her as her eyes blinked open and looked up at him. "Good morning," he replied back to her. He noticed she still had on his shirt and he remembered that was all she had on. Seeing her this way and the memories from last night, his dick grew hard. With a seductive twinkle in his eye he propped himself up and started to kiss her neck. "How are you feeling this morning?" he asked while his hands reached for her under the blankets and started to caress and fondle her body. She smiled when her eyes finally were able to focus on him... "Wow I haven't slept that good in a long time... I feel great, how bout you?" she laughed softly as she felt his hands starting to touch her under the blankets. That was good to hear. He was glad she slept well and the good feeling he'd been able to give her last night had carried on into today. "I want you," he murmured into her neck as he nuzzled her and nibbled on her earlobe. He emphasized what he meant by pressing his lower body into her just a bit, his hard cock prodding her lightly. She laughed softly as she turned onto her side so that she was face to face with him and smiled, raising her eyebrows, "Oh you do do you?" she leaned in and kissed his lips passionatly... "Well....I MIGHT just want you too......" Hearing that, he kissed her lips with just as much vigor, rubbing his dick against her and in between her legs. He reached a hand under her shirt and started to play with her breasts, tweaking her nipples and getting them to harden. Their lips danced, his tongue wrestling with hers inside her mouth. She smiled into the kiss when she felt his hands move up under the shirt, "MMmmm" She slowly spread her legs a little so that he could move himself between then, "Ok, so maybe I REALLY want you." she smiled as she pulled his mouth back to hers for a long hard kiss as she lifted her hips towards him. Mat uttered a low chuckle and let himself fly with her kiss, loving every moment of their lips caress. With his arms wrapped around her, her flipped over so that she lay on top of him. Positioning her legs so she straddled him, he moved her so his dick was poised at her entrance. Then slowly he lowered her down, filling her with his engorged flesh. She smiled and kept kissing him as they rolled and she ended up on top of him... She let out a soft moan against his lips as he slowly lowered her and he filled her. "MMMMM YES" She rocked her hips downwards in small circles as they kissed. He let her move her hips in a circular motion on him for a while, enjoying the feeling of her surrounding him and the taste of her lips as they continued to kiss. He only broke their kiss for a small moment as he lifted her shirt and helped her pull it over her head and tossed it to the side. Seeing her above him, bare and moving so sensuously, he marveled at how gorgeous she was."God, you're so beautiful," he whispered before taking her lips with his again. His hands rolled her pert breasts in his palms, loving the feel of their soft texture. She smiled and lifted her arms as he pulled the shirt off over her head. She gradually built up speed as she cirlced her hips into his, meeting his thrusts with those of her own. She leaned down, kissing him hard on the lips, "Mmmm wow.." As she started to speed up, he placed his hands on her hips and started to move his hips in time with hers, his cock sliding in and out of her. His breathing deepened, and he started to pant lightly, sweat glistening on his body as their bodies moved together. His lips grasped at a nipple that dangled in front of his face and he suckled as he moaned aloud."You're so wet!" he said hoarsely, her liquid warmth tight around him every time he plunged into her pussy. He started to move his hips up more so that on each stroke he went deeper inside her. "MMM GOD! No wonder I'm soaked, you turn me on so much!" she continued to bounce on his cock, feeling it slide deep inside her on the downward thrusts, "MMM!!!" she sped up a little, feeling him meet her thrusts with his own, At the rate they were going he could feel his balls start to clench, getting ready to burst. "I'm going to cum!" he gasped in a moan as the floodgates where opened. As she heard his statement she pushed her hips down into his, holding them there as she felt him explode inside her, The sensation sent her over the edge again and her muscles clenched around him as she started to cum as well, "OOOH GODDD!! YES!" Shooting his load into her he cried out as waves of ecstasy flowed over him. The contractions of her pussy walls around him, tightening and loosening repeatedly made him hum pleasantly. "Mmmmm, baby," he said aloud, his eyes watching her as she climaxed. He rubbed his hands over her body and legs as she slowly came down from orgasm, her smooth skin under his fingertips like butter. Her head was in a daze and she didn't even bother to try to think. She smiled at him, breathless... "Jeez!....It just keeps getting better!" she smiled as she fell forward onto him. They laid there for the longest time, each catching their breath and their bodies cooling down. He caressed her back with his fingers, lightly brushing them up and then down on her skin. After what seemed forever, laying, listening to her breathing, he kissed the top of her head and looked down at her."You hungry?" he asked. "What do you say, I make us some breakfast?" He smiled, carefree, absolutely positive that nothing could ruin the perfect start to a wonderful day. She smiled, "You read my mind!...Im starving!...Breakfast sounds great! I think I'll jump in the shower." As she rose from his body and started to get off the bed he gave her bottom a playful grope and lay watching fondly as she left the room. Then he sighed and scrubbed his hands through his hair and got up himself. Pulling on some sweat pants and a clean T-shirt, he walked downstairs whistling as he entered the kitchen. Grabbing a carton of eggs and a packet of bacon from the fridge he got to work making breakfast for him and Amanda. Amanda squeeled as he groped her ass and shook her head laughing as she walked into the bathroom to shower. She took her time, loving the hot water on her body. She finished up and got out...Wrapping a towel around herself she went back to the bedroom glancing around, sure wishing she had brought a change of clothes. She opened the dresser and pulled out another pair of sweatpants, sliding them on and laughed as she had to roll them multiple times and they still rode low on her hips. Then she pulled out a tshirt and slid it on Mat continued to whistle merrily as he flipped the bacon in the pan with a fork. The toaster on the counter popped as the bread he'd put in a moment ago came up in the top, nicely browned. He pulled them from the toaster and put them on a plate, buttering them before setting them aside.Then the doorbell rang several times and someone knocked harshly on the door. Wiping his hands on a dish towel, he went to answer it, a small cold knot starting to form in his stomach.Jason stood on the step outside, a ragged mess, his face drawn and weary."Amanda," he started in a fretted voice. "She caught me with Katie. I went over to her apartment but she wasn't there. Do you know where she is?"Mat licked his lips nervously, but took a deep breath before he spoke. "She's here," he said, his voice unusually calm. When Jason looked around him eagerly and took a step forward as if to enter the house, Mat put a hand up and stepped in front of him. "I think you should go, Jay. Right now isn't the best time for you to see her. She needs some space." There was a note of protectiveness in his voice and from the sober way he looked at Jason, it was unclear how he felt towards the other man."What are you talking about, Mat?" Jason said, taking another step forward and trying to push Mat out of the way. "I need to see her. I have to explain." Amanda had just finished dressing when she heard the door... She was on the second step from the top when she heard his voice...she froze...oh no...please no..... just give me today...give us today....this isn't happening...she closed her eyes trying to focus on what was being said... She was hoping Mat would be able to talk Jason into leaving.. "She doesn't want to hear it, Jason," he said firmly shoving Jason back a step or two on the front walkway. "And frankly, I know it's bullshit too. I told you to stop sleeping with Katie! You fucking promised me. Well, now she knows and you expect her to just come back to you after you sweet talk her with lies?" He'd gotten a bit worked up and raised his voice, and after he finished speaking he stood breathing hard, glaring at his best friend.He was genuinely mad and not just because he and Amanda were together now but because he felt betrayed by Jason as well. After Mat had developed feelings for her, Jason had come in and gotten to her first. But it had been okay with him because he'd expected Jason to treat her right and they'd been happy together. That Jason had decided to just throw her away like a useless piece of trash made him mad at himself for letting Jay have her in the first place.Jason stared at him for a long time, his brow furrowed in consternation. "She...she stayed here last night?" he finally asked, like he was putting things together in his head. "Did you... Fuck! Please, Mat, tell me you didn't..." he started to gasp in between words as if he just could not accept what he was trying to say. Then anger clouded his face and he leaned in close, his voice a whisper of boiling fury."Did you sleep with her?"Mat felt the blood drain from his face and he swallowed hard before answering. "I think you should go home, Jason. Leave and come back in a few days if you have to. But just leave now.""Did. You.Fuck. Her?" Jason said, his face contorted with rage and his voice drenched in hate as he spat out each word. He suddenly grabbed the front of Mat's shirt and pulled him so their faces were close and his enraged stare bored into Mat's eyes. The two men started a small struggle in the doorway, with Jason grabbing the front of his shirt so tight it was choking him and Mat trying to get him to let go. When Amanda realized things had turned physical she came down the stairs and moved over to the doorway, "HEY!!!! STOP IT!!! JUST STOP!!!...What the hell is wrong with you?! HE CAN'T BREATH!" She pulled on Jason's arm to get him to let go. When Jason saw her he let go of Mat momentarily to focus his attention on Amanda, "What are you doing here Jason? We have nothing left to say to eachother...or at least, there is absolutly NOTHING you could say to me to make me feel any differently than I do about you right now..." Amanda could feel tears burning her eyes and she tried to blink them back Jason got one look at her and the clothes she was wearing, recognizing them to be Mat's and he knew. He looked from her to Mat and finally with an acid smirk and shaking his head ruefully he said, "You little slut. I make one mistake and you run away without letting me explain myself and the first thing you do is spread your fucking legs. Nice. Does revenge feel good? Huh? Either way, in the end you're still a whore." Mat had been cradling his neck and taking in heavy breaths but stood up straight when he said this, starting to say something but Jason cut in. "And you," he looked at Mat, frowning. "I can't believe you'd do this to me. We're best friends."Mat stood for a moment, not really sure how to respond but finally he said, "What about what you did?" He paused, taking in a calming breath. "Look, if all you've come here to do is spit vitriol and insults, then you should definitely go to gather your head. This isn't doing anybody any good."Jason looked from one to the other of them and just shook his head before turning and walking away. Things weren't over. If Mat thought he could steal his girl, then he was dead wrong, and he could forget about them ever being friends again after this.-------------------Surprised that that was it, Mat closed the door as Jason left and rested against it sighing heavily. He turned to Amanda and said, "Well that went well." His tone was light yet sarcastic, and his brief smile was insincere. He stood up straight and walked over to her, rubbing her arm with a hand. "You okay?" Amanda stood there, listening to what Jason had to say... There were so many things she wanted to retaliate back at him with but she knew it would do no good so she stayed quiet. When Mat finally closed the door behind him she closed her eyes, her head spinning, how had things gotten so out of control. She opened her eyes when she felt Mat's hand on her arm and looked at him, "I'm sorry.... I didn't intend for you to lose your best friend....." she bit her lower lip before going on, "and for the record, He's wrong, what we have between us...what happend last night, and this morning.....Has NOTHING to do with revenge." "It's alright," he said, nodding his head. "He's just mad right now and trying to hide his mess. He said some things he probably didn't mean. He'll eventually come around."Hopefully,he thought to himself. Jason could be a real hot-head sometimes and Mat was sorry if this turned out to be the end between them, but he would move on and leave Jason behind if he didn't come to his senses. He still hoped his friend would get over himself though. "I know, it's not about that. I know." He hugged her reassuringly and then remembered the stuff he'd been cooking on the stove."Oh, shit!" he said and quickly went into the kitchen to tend to the bacon. "Ahh. Well, I hope you like your bacon crispy." He smiled weakly at her as he took the sizzling meat from the pan and set them on a napkin covered plate. Amanda smiled, glad that he understood... "I hope your right." She watched as he made a mad dash to the kitchen and she started laughing when he mentioned crispy bacon, "Is there any other kind of bacon besides crispy?" she wasn't much of a domestic and everyone knew it, so she ate alot of crispy bacon, that is, when she attempted to cook it. He laughed at her comment about the bacon. "No, I guess not," he said. "There's some toast over there," he pointed at the other counter where the pieces of buttered and browned bread was stacked on a plate. "Help yourself to those and some bacon while I start the eggs." He laid the plate of bacon on the tiny, two person table and winked at her as he turned back to the stove.Then he stopped for a moment and then turned back to her. He knew she couldn't cook very well, and even though he felt good waiting on her and serving her breakfast, he decided on a whim to offer. "Would you like to help me make them?" he asked, referring to the eggs, still sitting in the carton on the counter by the stove. She laughed, "Are you serious?...You know how well I cook Mat....I manage to mess up boiling water." she leaned against the counter as she watched him, "I don't think you really want my help." He chuckled and tried to control his expression. He was serious in requesting her help, but he did know how terrible she was at anything to do with preparing meals. "Come on," he said. "It'll be fun." He picked up an egg and offered it to her. Then he picked up his own egg and cracked it on the counter and opened it over the pan. "See? Easy. Just do what I do." She bit her lower lip as she stepped over next to him, cracking her egg and letting it drop into the pan... "Alright, so that wasn't all that difficult...didn't even get any of the shell in the pan this time." she laughed. He laughed with her and they continued to make breakfast together. There were a few mishaps here and there and the stove was a bit of a mess when they were done, but finally they were sitting across from each other at the table eating the omelets they'd made together. She smiled as she took a bite of the omlette..."Alright, so this is pretty much amazing...and I didn't burn down your kitchen......just made a major mess." she laughed as she looked over at him He smiled at what she said, taking a bite of his own omelet. "Just out of curiousity," he said, a smile in his eyes. "How many times have you started a fire in your own house from cooking?" Mat was genuinely curious but he was also teasing her a bit. She laughed, "I only count the times where the fire department showed up, and that would be twice...the other times don't count." she shook her head, "I know, I know....Im a horrible woman!"

the breakup

Celestia's Finest (Side Story)_ Rose's Hot Tub Talk

Night had fallen without fanfare at the castle. Security changed shifts without incident and dinner was eaten in relative peace. It was a strange feeling to witness everything go so... smoothly? There was still one last rough patch that could break the otherwise pleasant streak. It had been some time since that incident in the basement where Love and Sniper had professed feelings for Rose. For several hours Rose had avoided everyone, but she returned to her usual self in time, as if it didn't happen. Was Rose over it, or was she hiding behind a mask?Rose had recently retired for the evening, but not for bed. She had mentioned she was going to read for a bit in her room. If ever there was a good time to catch her for a private conversation, it was now.The door was not locked when Sniper arrived. If he knocked, he would hear Rose simply say "Come in." Inside the room, Rose's gear was stacked with care by her bed as she would in any military barracks. Weapons were locked in their holsters, her uniform and armor folded into tight little bundled on the dresser and in her duffel bag. Her comm sat on top of her clothes. Rose herself sat inside the hot tub, soaking. Her head was thrown back with a pair of cucumber slices over her eyes and a towel wrapped around her head."Water's warm if you're interested," she said, not looking up at who entered. Sniper was firmly in the 'don't want to do this' camp. His recent time away from the squad has left him uneasy about discussing the love nest mess and further. But duty compelled him to go. A failure to straighten this mess out now could cost a pony its life in the future.Be that as it may, Sniper was in no hurry to broach the subject. He entered the room, at Rose's invitation, intentionally distracted by a book on emergency, field medical care. He had a carefully laid plan to work his way into the awkward subject."I'm sorry to bother you." Sniper said. "But, I was hoping you could clarify--He was several paces into the room before he looked up from the manual to find Rose taking a soak. The back of his mind had just enough time to register the fact that Rose looked really good before everything short-circuited. How thoughts went blank and his tongue knotted."I didn't-- But you-- I'm--"Heat rose in his cheeks. Sniper found just enough mental presence to drop his gaze to the floor.Unbeknownst to either of them, one of the Love Bugs from the tunnel excavation had become trapped in Sniper's armor. The bug, malfunctioning from being so far removed from its ordered point, began transmitting to Love. Rose's ears shot up. She used her ponykinesis to pick up the cucumber slices off her eyes and she looked at who just entered the room. "Oh gosh, Sniper! So sorry about this!" In her haste, she shoved the cucumber slices into her mouth and ate them. She pulled the towel off her head. This led to her wavy, damp mane falling down around her shoulders. Rose got half out of the hot tub and dried herself off. Just her hindlegs remained dipped into the water."Sorry, I thought you... um, nevermind. I'm not sure what I thought," she said with a touch of hesitation. "I was just relaxing a bit before bed. Um, so w-what brings you here?" Sniper shook some of the embarrassment from his mind. It wasn't easy, and it did nothing for the awkwardness of the situation, but it loosened his tongue just a bit. He swallowed, nervously."There's, er, no reason for youtoapologize. I should have been more aware. I should be apologizing to you for interrupting while you were, well, indisposed." He pawed at the dropped medical journal to retrieve it. It gave Sniper something else to study besides a damp Rose. "I was hoping that we could discuss that... debacle with Love... but if this is a bad time..."Sniper the broken pony strikes again. It seemed like he'd never learn his lesson. "No, no, it's not a bad time. I shouldn't find out if cybernetics can prune in the water, you know?" Rose always turned to some self-pointed humor to relieve tension. Didn't always work, but at least it wasn't self-depreciating this time.She completely removed herself from the water and dried herself with the towel. Rose remained seated near the tub however. "Yeah, I talked with Love earlier about it. Well, a little. I guess she's more... what's the word? Free with her relationships? Like, she has no problems dating more than one pony at a time. Which is something I'm not sure I'd handle well. I'm kind of a jealous type. Anyway, I think you were more meaning to talk about your feelings here, not Love's, right?" "More or less." Sniper admitted. Talking about Love wasn't going to do any good.It was a fine mess into which he'd gotten. He took a deep breath, working up his courage. Sniper brought his eyes up to meet Rose's and then decided to just plunge right into the topic."The mess was... just that, a mess. I made Love a promise that if it would help a situation, I would open up about my feelings and my past. That promise, er, worked against us when Love walked in during our... private moment, I guess." It was more of a lapse on his part, but he left that unsaid. "There were too many secrets and too many hidden feelings for us to function properly as a unit. Trying to handle the situation without discussing those feelings wasn't going to work, that quickly became obvious. But because of my promise, though, I couldn't reveal Love's attraction to you without first revealing my own. I'm sorry that you were caught unawares in the middle of this soap opera... I need to apologize for that." "Well, I'm flattered that you both have those kind of feelings for me, so it wasn't all bad." Rose wrapped her towel a little tighter for warmth. "I'm surprised if anyone does. These days there's a lot of debate on natural flesh beauty versus those of us with cybernetics, but when half of you has been replaced with metal, it... well, that's off topic."Rose patted the dry ground next to her for Sniper to sit. "Obviously I forgive you both. Awkward? Yeah. It was. But again, I'm flattered. If anything, it felt nice to know how much you care about me. That you'd invest that much more for me. And I still care and respect you as a close friend and squadmate. Would I like there to be something more between us? Well, sure. I mean, I wouldn't mind a date sometime. See if there's a spark between us. But I know you're still working out things with yourself, and I'm still fixing what broke up here after my accident, so for now I'm going to be what you need. And I'm okay with that." Rose tapped the side of her head to mean her mind. Sniper's mouth quirked in an attempt at a smile. "You're not the only one with cybernetics."However, since Sniper had given up his flesh limbs so as to better kill things, now wasn't the time to bring up that particular discussion. He joined Rose by the tub, but he was still visibly uncomfortable. Whether that was proximity to Rose or the subject matter of their conversation was up for debate."That's... what makes this difficult." Sniper admitted. "You gave me acceptance and friendship. That's something that I haven't had in a long time. I care for you. I want to be there for you like I said I would. What's hard is that your acceptance-- and a few other things-- have awakened some desires for love and family that I, er, thought I'd overcome."He paused to rub the back of his mane. This entire situation was intolerable."I was telling the truth when I said that I was attracted to you. I have been since Luna put us both in that same dream. At the same time, I've tried to suppress that attraction because I've been down that road previously. I know where this leads and I can't put you in that position. I can't put you in a position where you'll be hurt-- where I'll hurt you. If this becomes anything more, that's what will happen. It always does." Rose pulled her legs closer together and listened to Sniper. When he finished, she replied with a slow nod, followed by a stare at the ceiling. "I've never hurt someone I loved like that, so... don't know how it feels. I imagine it stings a lot. Maybe like... a kick in the gut?" Rose noticed she sat partly on her tail and moved it."If you don't want to act on those feelings for me, then that's your decision. Own that. I mean, we're not the last two ponies in Equestria, so... there's others out there for us. Hey, if you wanna have one of my secrets to call it even, I had a crush on Star chaser for a time. Never acted on it though. But serious talk, please teach yourself that you do deserve to be happy. If not with another pony, then maybe with a pet. Or a place you find solace in. Something tangible."Rose's eyes started to water with tears. She wiped them off with her towel. "Sorry, sorry. I'm an emotional pony. Not crying because of us. Just ask my sister. I've cried watching every Walt Whinny movie." She calmed herself with deep slow breaths. "So, it sounds like you had a bad ending to a previous relationship? Do you want to talk about that?" Love wiped her tears too. It wasn't her fault! She was only checking a frequency that shouldn't exist.She puts her hooves to her mouth in anticipation. She never did care too much for dramas, but the realness of this one was absolutely biting!Will Scope say yes? Will he say no? Maybe? It was too much! Love shook her the helmet on her desk. Tell me your secrets, oh, helm of telepathy. Sniper's foreleg shifted slightly. The protective side of him wanted to comfort Rose with a physical touch. He couldn't quite bring himself to do it, however, since the rest of his psyche resisted the idea.He let the idea of happiness go without comment. That was a discussion for another time and place. Sniper turned his face skyward. He didn't want to look at Rose while he explained himself."Her name was Stylish Cut. She chased me the better part of a year before I fell for her. I feel hard. This was way, way back in my upper school years. It was serious enough that I actually abandoned my plans to go military after graduation on favor of chasing her dream of operating a cosmetology studio."She actually got me out of my shell enough to go to a dance. I know, hard to believe. It was... a fiasco. No sooner did I show up than did she unload on me right there in front of every pony. Everything I'd ever told her was thrown out in the open for all to see. She dumped me publicly and hard."That's when... it happened." Sniper stopped his head to the floor. He paused for a long moment before continuing. "I snapped. Lost control. Let the real me out. Whatever you want to call it. I got so angry that I assaulted her. Might have killed her if a few others didn't pull me off of her. Try living that down the rest of your school life."I learned how low I could go that day, and how little I could trust myself. That's why I don't drink. When I get drunk, I lose control. All the anger and rage comes out and I rampage until some pony stops me or I kill some pony."Nickel Sheen isn't the first mare I've harmed. I can't put any pony else at risk like that-- I can't putyouat risk for that."Sniper closed his eyes and steadied his emotions. They were actually starting to get the better of him for a moment."You deserve better." "Wow..."Rose had no idea what to say to that. That was pretty heavy, and quite the tale. She leaned forward a bit, the towel loose around her again. "Well, I don't know what kind of 'better' I deserve, but Stylish sounds like a complete witch. She was asking to get her snout kicked. And Nickel, well she really had no idea what she was doing. If a kid came up to me with a loaded gun I might be liable to shoot too. We're trained to react that way. It could have been me in your position." "As for hurting me... well, you know I wouldn't make the mistakes they did. I won't betray your confidence or raise a gun against you. Hell, I'll drink for two next time we go out." She leans a little closer to Sniper too, to get a closer look at his eyes. There's a warm friendliness behind her own eyes. "And remember this--I'm not a high school floozy or fragile fashionista. I'm a twice Purple Heart recipient trained in hoof-to-hoof combat, Horn Gauche, and several types of firearms. I'm also stronger than I look because of my cybernetics. So keep in mind, and I mean this as just an open fact and not any kind of threat, unless you plan on finding a grassy knoll to shoot me from, I will kick your ass if you raise a hoof to me."She leans back to a relaxed posture and smiles. "That said, if you ever find the courage to ask me out and I'm not already spoken for, don't hesitate." Love's heart is beating away. Rose is so hot! Love wouldn't mind if Rose got a little rough with her.Come on Scope! You like Rose. She's willing to give you a shot. What will you do!? Why go through all this pain for nothing to come from it? Super Scope wears a cape, not a white flag! Fly, you fool! "Well... Alright, then..."Sniper's eyes clouded over with worry while his lips managed a hesitant smile. A thousand thoughts crashed through his head. This was as far from a good idea as one could possibly get. But Rose appeared determined, and she held too much of his esteem for an easy dismissal."Do you like Prench?"Stars above, help him... Love gasps. A true redemption story played out in front of her. She flops back in her chair as the tension seemed to have peeked. Rose dared him to ask, and he did. The deal is done, right? A rough start, but it was a start to something nonetheless. Her ears perked up to hear what came next. Surely, Rose would come to some type of date, outing, or whatever.Tears start to pool up in her eyes as her heart starts to twist. Yin and yang, swirling around each other. Happiness for Scope. Her own pain. As long as Rose and Scope are happy what does it matter? Love would find her happiness elsewhere. It's not like Love had to look that hard to find it. Originally Posted by D.KnightSpider "Do you like Prench?" "I do! I'm not a connoisseur, though. Couldn't tell what's authentic Prench cuisine. Dunno if that's a crime. I think there's Prench in my ancestry?" Rose answers. She fiddles with her towel again to keep it on. She's nearly dry now, though her mane is an uncombed tangled mess. Sniper stood and turned so that he was facing Rose. His teeth dug into his lip as his heart began working overtime. Every part of him that wasn't machine began twisting and knotting with unease."I highly doubt it's a crime. But since you do, well--"Sniper looked at Rose's eyes. There were changes, yes, but they were still the same nice ones he'd noticed so long ago."Rosalina Marie Croix, will you go on a date with me?" Originally Posted by D.KnightSpider "Rosalina Marie Croix, will you go on a date with me?" Rose is somewhere between impressed and surprised. Maybe leaning toward surprise. Was she pushing him too hard? Stars an moon, she hoped not. Rose doesn't get up, she remains seated and nods. "If you feel I'm pushing you too hard, you come out and say so... but yeah, I'd like to go out with you. I accept."The little logic center in her left brain lobe started writing a checklist of everything complicated with this idea. Fraternizing with a coworker, holding off on acting upon this until the mission is done, being careful around certain others that might embarrass them over this. Oh boy, there goes all that confidence she was riding just a moment ago.Hellooo insecurities. Well, at least for once one of those wasn't self-hate over her own body.Yay for improvement? A bolt of fear worked its way through him. Was he misreading the situation? Making a fool of him-- no. No, no, no. He wasn't going to fall into that pit again. He wasn't going to pull back now. Sniper steadied his mind and emotions. Take the situation for what it was. Don't read into it.A moment passed. Then another. Sniper tried to figure out how to navigate this new terrain. Affection and relationships were entirely new to him. How to proceed? A thought came to him. Sniper seized on it and acted before he lost his nerve.He opened up and dug into his medical kit. He selected a band-aid from his supply. Sniper brought the bandage to his lips and then, with a trembling hoof, reached out to place it on Rose's cheek."Then, when this mission is over, it's a date."Sniper bit his lip again. He managed to produce the ghost of a smile. Originally Posted by D.KnightSpider He opened up and dug into his medical kit. He selected a band-aid from his supply. Sniper brought the bandage to his lips and then, with a trembling hoof, reached out to place it on Rose's cheek. "Then, when this mission is over, it's a date." Sniper bit his lip again. He managed to produce the ghost of a smile. There was a hint of pink blushing on Rose's cheeks as she accepted the band-aid. Her smile grew three sizes that moment. She touched the band-aid with her right hoof, a gentle caress as if she wanted to make sure it existed. "Aww, well now you're going to make me cry for being so sweet. I look forward to that date. Just try and stop me, cause Polaris ain't going to."She stood up and beamed with joy. "And I'm going to make sure nothing happens to you either, come the festival. You know me, I don't watch from the sidelines." Suspension replaced with warm gooey feelings. There was a lot of pausing going on, but everything being said was certainly positive. She chuckles to herself. Maybe, they were making out? She rolls her eyes at the thought. Nah, that's impossible for Scope now.Good for them. Scope may not see much in himself, but I always knew the good was there. The last couple days really proved that to her. Mostly, starting with that confession. If she didn't believe in Scope she never would have let them become a couple. If she thought Scope was a bad apple she would have fought him, even Rose, on them being together. But, he's nice and sweet. They have a chance at making each other happy. Love bursts into overly dramatic cartoon tears. "I know you like to get in the thick of the fight. I'm not going to ask you to change that. All I ask is you, please, be careful. Brazen's armor can take a hit and Love is, well, Love. But there's only one you."Sniper took a very deep breath and then slowly released it. Things might have gone as far as they possibly could for the moment. He could tell they would both need time to process this turn of events."I'll watch your back and you watch mine, same as always and we'll get through this fight intact. In the meantime... I should probably step out before we both start crying."Sniper gave Rose another hint of a smile."Because I don't know how we'd explain that." "Yeah, this is probably the longest I've had a conversation go in this room without anyone walking in on it. Let's not jinx that," Rose agrees.She folds the towel and puts it down by the hot tub so she can walk Sniper to her door. "Well, you certainly know how to surprise a lady, Sniper. Hmm, the wait will be a bit tough, but worth it. In a few days we'll be getting commendations for saving the festival and then we can further explore us. Until then, sleep well and pleasant dreams." "I'm surprising myself, so the feeling is, most assuredly, mutual."Sniper said.He then stepped through the door and turned back to Rose one final time."Be well, Lady Rose, until tomorrow."Sniper slipped away and made his way down hallway. He had a lot of thinking to do and nerves to steady. But, strangely, he was alright with that. Love waited a good long while before she decided to disturb Rose. Five minutes. She knocks on the door, but doesn't say anything. Her eyes are still aggravated so she gives them a rub. Rose watched Sniper walk down the hallway until he disappeared. She then closed the door and walked back to the hot tub. "He actually asked me... wow."She slipped back into the hot tub and laid back against the sidewall. Did that actually happen? Hopefully that wasn't a changeling playing on Rose's emotions, because if it were, she would break the bug's face with her hooves.The sudden knock broke her out of it. "Come in?" she called. Love cracks the door and says, "It's Love," before coming in and closing the door behind her.Ah good. Rose is still relaxing in the tub. She smiles. "Mind if I join you? Wanna talk?" She brings out a bottle of red wine and two glasses from behind her. "I could use a bit of relaxing in the hot tub."Love's eyes are still red from crying. A bit hard to notice from across the room. Rose eyes the two glasses suspiciously. "Relaxing. With a bottle and two glasses?" Curious to see this play out, though she has her reservations on where it will go, Rose leans against the got tub with one leg over the edge."Alright, hop on in." Love nods in acceptance and starts walking over.Chuckling, "Being polite is all. If you don't want to drink, I can handle the bottle myself."She slides into the hot water with an overly dramatic, stress releasing, "Aah.""This is where it's at. Twilight missed the mark on this one. I would have loved a hot tub in my room."She chuckles again, then pauses to think. "I wouldn't have minded the extra guests either." Rose smirked. "I'm sure you and Star would of made good use of it. I think this is the first time I actually sat down to really relax in here." She picked up one of the empty glasses with her ponykinesis. "Ah! Anti-gravity and water mix in strange ways. Have you ever cried in zero-g?"Love will pour Rose and herself a glass.Love puts a hoof near her eye. "It balls up and sticks. Without gravity surface tension keeps it attached to your face. It's very unsettling the first time. Water is grabbing to your face, eyes, nose, mouth without wanting to let go. Water acts like a slime without really feeling like it. The ways in which it interacts change without it's properties changing at all. Gravity is what changed."She takes her first sip of the night."Half a week and you haven't been able to relax at all? I'd say that's work for you, but I don't think it was work that kept interrupting your tub time."Love lays back and starts letting herself sink."Zero-g is a new, exciting, stressful too. It's been fun learning how to live differently. Ponies don't like change, though. I've had to fight the urge to go back to normal gravity. Things aren't always for the better. For example: You're expected to swallow your toothpaste. You can't really spit..." The main reason Rose took a glass was so Love wouldn't drink the whole thing herself. One glass probably wouldn't hurt. Rose just had to sip slow. "I can't say I had any zero-g crying experience. Just that station mission and freefall when I go skydiving."She sips. "Not the same, I know. The wind whips through your mane when you're falling. Quite fun though." Loves ears flick. "You go skydiving? Wait, have you told me that before? I'd love to go skydiving. The wind must feel nice. heh.""Don't tell anyone, but sometimes I lower my windows when I'm driving super fast." Super fast being half of the super sonic speed - 190+ meters per second in her car.Love remembers something about Rose's past. "Oh, yeah. You like to fly? If so, you must love the Firebird." "Oh yeah, I love to fly. It's why I joined the Equestrian air force. Ships like the Firebird are a sweet ride. Didn't fly much in those kind of ships though. Was stationed on older airships and put on patrols. Not that glamorous." She takes another slip and examines her cybernetic hoof."My love of flying might be why I don't fear heights after my accident. Don't fly much anymore though. For for it's own sake anyway." "There has to be a story about that. How'd you even learn that you loved to fly?""It's not like you have wings coming out of your back." She holds her glass closer to Rose gesturing."Fast is good. A sweet patrol boat though? Now, that must have been the dream." She sits back up so she can drink. "You say older airships. So, do you mean powered by magic or science? The science ones are truly a sight to behold, but the magic ones are something real special. A big old air balloon is romanticism 101. You know me and magic. Even those old ships get a rise out of me. Oh, yeah.""I'm one hundred percent going on an air cruise after this mission. That sounds perfectly inspirational." Rose chuckles. "I think I learned that I loved flying after a few trips overseas. Flying to visit family in Prance was always nice.""There was something... kind of romantic about serving on an airship. We were like a family onboard." Love pours herself another glass, and smiles at the apparent warm memories.Taking a sip, "What is your family like?" Rose said was. "Do you not visit them very often anymore?" "Well you've met my sister. The rest of my family is similar to her and myself I think. Nice ponies, generally quiet though. Dad maybe less so then others."She takes another sip. "I didn't expect twenty questions about me though. Why so curious?" Love laughs. "I'm a curious pony is all. My father always encouraged me to question everything. Especially, things I thought I knew." She waves her hoof, and mimics a males voice. "A pony should never run out of questions or stop learning. A curious mind is an alive one. Education never stops. An old pony is only truly their age once they've become stuck in their own time." She smiles as she finishes and sips."And, you're my best friend. It'd be nice to know you a little better. Here, you can ask questions about me if you want? What about Love makes you curious? Anything! Nothing is off-limits." "Any question? Huh, new I have to think of something good to not waste this moment." Rose takes a sip of the wine. "Okay, so, when did you first learn how to do... that mind jumping thing you do with your lovebots? That, ah, possession ability?" "Boo! Boring." Love starts downing her second glass, but doesn't finish it. "I gave you a chance to ask my deepest, darkest secret, and you gave me a pass. You could have asked me this any day of the week, and I would have told you. This question doesn't count."She sighs and swishes her alcohol around. "I don't know when I learned it. Maybe, it was inherent in me. My earliest memory about it is a blur at this age. I was a punk kid, and some outsider rolled into town on two glorious wheels. Nobody cares how much of a bad ass you think you are there. If you leave your bike alone and you don't have a deadly reputation someone is going to snatch it. I was that lucky individual. I plugged into her and took her for a joy ride. Eventually, the old geezer caught up to me. Ripped me straight out of my jack and put me to the ground. Smashed me up real good." She points a hoof at her foreleg. "My original body has the x-rays to show for my arm being all smashed up. I felt that connection, though. I controlled her like it was my body. It was fun. It made me feel alive like nothing before that." She puts her hoof to her chin."I haven't really used my ablity for a while." She motions to herself. "This is so boring. Nothing exciting about being in a pony body." She smirks. "I should abuse my talents a little more." She laughs. "I run everything else at max; why hold back? I could be a mailbox in a hot tub now." she laughs. "Mailboxes can't drink wine," Rose counters, with another sip. She swirls the liquid in the glass. "I find the ability interesting, unique. Almost... magical even. Forgive me if magic catches my attention like socks. Fine. You want me to ask for your deep secrets? Okay, I'll play along."She moves closer to Love and looks at her serious-faced. "Why did you pick Star over me?" Love smirks. "I don't know that yet." The picture of a mailbox flapping open and close as it drinks with cartoonist arms and hands enters her mind. She chuckles at the idea."Magical? Maybe. I've never found out. It's not like what I do is impossible to replicate with technology. Give a person a neural Interface, and you're already half way there to what I can do. Sure, the number of bots I can control is impressive, but with enough mods someone could probably do that too. The only thing really special about what I do is it being natural. Is natural the right word for something unnatural? Magic isn't a bad comprehension. A unicorn doing magic isn't anything unique. Now, you give that ability to an earth pony and you have something unique.""Socks?" She asks.The question is like a punch to the gut. Love downs the rest of glass number two. "I'm not drunk enough for a question like that. Are you sure you want that answered? I'll give you an answer, but the truth is a harsh mistress." Originally Posted by Elbeyon The question is like a punch to the gut. Love downs the rest of glass number two. "I'm not drunk enough for a question like that. Are you sure you want that answered? I'll give you an answer, but the truth is a harsh mistress." "My first question is too boring and my next too deep? You sure have a specific range of questioning you want me to ask." Rose doesn't sip this time. "What do you want to ask Love? What kind of personal question do you want me to ask so you can tell me the deep dark answers. I don't read minds. Is there something you want to tell me but rather have this back and forth for it? Help me out here." Love puts her hoofs up in a defensive posture. "Alright, alright. I gave you a free question.""Scope already knows this. I told him after I broke into his house the night of the party. So, you can talk to him about what I'm about to say if you ever desired." Love takes a big breath and prepares herself before she continues onward."Why did I pick Star over you?" She plays with the question like a toy in her mind."I've had feelings for Star a long time. Heck, I probably developed a crush on her the first day I saw her, and that eventually turned into proper feelings outside of curiosity, lust. The most basic stuff. I'm a bit of a flirt, some ponies say, so it can be hard to tell when I'm serious. I've flirted with her since day number one and nothing ever came from it. That's the whole story up until now. During our last mission, you caught my eye. My meaningless, harmless flirts somehow became something different. It was a crush. Any pony gets them from time to time. Only, you got really hurt. I wanted; I tried my best to make sure that your hospital stay wasn't a living hell. I know what that's like, and I wasn't going to let that happen to my friend without me trying to prevent it.""We had some good times. I got to know you. Your sister. It wasn't all fun, and games. You hurt. And, I hurt too. I hurt too much. I realized. It was there I fell in love with you. I enjoyed living with you. I liked seeing you wake up. I liked putting you to bed. Every little thing about you filled me up with warm fuzzy feelings. Every misstep I wanted to catch you and put you back on your hooves so you could try again. I was head over heels in love with you. My every thought; all eleven brains.""The night of the party. My confession to Star was the death throes of my crush. I was shouting into the void. Clearing my plate and mind for the future. For my next step. Only, she said yes. She said yes to my horror." Love puts her glass down besides her. "I didn't even intend to confess to her that night. I got drunk, and it just happened. It wasn't suppose to happen. I was going to confess to you. Why did I pick Star over you? I got drunk and she said yes."Spoiler: OoC Hide You don't need to roll detect lies. Love is telling the truth! Yay! Rose looked... concerned. She took a sip of wine and leaned back in the hot tub. "Well... that's an interesting pickle. Yeah you were drunk. No one sober cuts out their heart to present to their lover. But you know, when we're drunk, we're a lot more honest. You sure it isn't Star Chaser you pined for more than me? Because it would have been easy for you to come find me to ask me out. Yet, you went to her first.""Maybe... maybe you felt scared because she was the more lofty prize. You and I have some common traits, right? We're both cybernetic, we work on the same squad, flirt and tell jokes to each other. I'm like a good friend. It's easy to have a friend turn lover. But Star? Star is something bigger. She's the rare catch. There's things about her you don't even know. I'm the familiar movie you like to watch, but Star is that rare movie that you're afraid if it's worse, but at the same time it could be even better! Maybe that's what the trouble was. I'm the safe choice, but Star is the risky chance that could bust or pay out like... a hundred times better!"She studies her cybernetic legs. "And you know that she loves you. I mean, come on, if it were biologically possible, she'd totally have your babies. Me? I don't know if we even have that spark. No clue. I'm the real unknown." Love weakly smiles at the question for whom she pinned. She kept telling herself to shut up, that she said enough. Everything Rose said Love countered with her own words. "Yes, I'm sure about my feelings. I wasn't thinking straight. In my own weird way I was trying to finish things off between the non-existent us. I thought she had no interest in me, and I'd get a "No." The tale would have ended there in a nice bow tie.""No, I got the second place prize. I like my favorite movie, and I watch it more than any other movie. A new movie is a passing interest to my main stay. I played it safe. I didn't risk enough. I risked things I didn't even mean to risk.""I know that she loves me now." She takes a drink. "I feel a spark.""It's biologically possible. The X chromosome carries enough information to produce a baby. The Y chromosome is a light weight in compassion. Two females can have a baby together much easier than two males."Speaking up, Love says, "That's history." She takes a purposefully long sip to give Rose an excuse to say something. "Love..." She continued to swirl the wine in her glass. "I don't want you to feel that Star is only the second place prize. That's not fair to her. She's a pony with real feelings. You love her, but you're saying you love me more? Can you really quantify that? I mean... okay I've never truly fallen in love with anyone in my life. But I guess... what I'm asking is why are you still with her if you aren't happy with her? Or... um, well are you happy with her and not me?" Love uses her hooves to stand, "You make me happy," and stops half way and lowers back down.Her mane raises up . "It's cold out of the water. Chilly." She smiles amused at the obviousness of her statement."She makes me happy. I had to explain that to Scope too. That's what makes this so easy and so hard. I do like her a lot. I know what I'm doing isn't fair to her, me, or you." She sighs. "I'm a rather crappy pony. I do like her... I can make her happy." "Well, it's not just her to make happy," Rose says, taking a swig. "You have to be happy with her. Together. As long as that is true, then you're at least doing it right I think. Keep at it, Love. you two are probably still in that honeymoon phase. I'm rooting for you though. You and Star? You two have something special. Real love isn't where an angel chorus sounds at the sight of your soul mate, or that perfect someone. It's about two ponies who find something in each other that brings them joy that they can't get alone."She looks into her glass and frowns. "Maybe i'm being too preachy. Sorry if I am. I just.... you two are a beautiful couple. I honestly believe that... that you would be happier with Star than with me. And.... no, that's not a dis on myself. I just feel that maybe you and Star have a stronger bond. The spark that holds you two together." "I'm already happy with her."Love waves her hoof back and forth to dismiss her concerns. "No, no. You're not being too preachy."Love lowers her head. "I think you are underestimating how much I care for you."A sip puts her back at eye level. "Do you feel anything for me? You said that some ponies in this room could be more." "Could be, potentially. But I don't know for sure. There's just the possibility." Rose leans back further in the hot tub. All this business about love and relationships counter-productive to having a clear mind for relaxing."You are someone I do care a lot about. I want you to be safe, to be happy. Healthy." There is silence as Love thinks and takes another sip."This isn't what I wanted to talk about. I didn't even have anything planned besides hanging out with you, but not this. You ask a mean question. I'll have to give you more in the future" She chuckles."I'm joking by the way." She takes another sip. "You're welcome to ask me anything anytime.""You said a lot of nice stuff about Star and me. You don't need to worry about us. About her. Liking her was the easy part in all of this!""New topic?" She asks. "New topic? Hmm, I dunno." Rose yawns as she thinks of something. "There's lots to plan out for the coming festival. Security measures and logistics so we can fight off any agents that Lars sends at us." "I'm mostly worried about keeping civilian casualties to a minimum. They're already brave enough to enter the forest, and now they'll probably get attacked by some villain."Love chuckles. "Do you think the princesses are aliens? That they came out of a little UFO thousands of years ago, and said:" She puts on an old fashion alien voice, "Take me to your leader.""I don't know. If Lars sends a delement dressed up as an alien with a ray gun, I might collapse in laughter before they can even shoot me!" "I dunno, Love. Celestia, an alien? Why did Lars bring this up now? It's obvious that he has been working for decades on a plot to create negative-emotion element bearers. That is a lot of work here for someone who touts that he has an empire of worlds with huge resources to bring against us. You know?"Rose finishes her glass. Her cheeks are looking pink. "It's like if during our war with the corvids we went into their settlements and built a weapon to destroy them with using their own resources. Why would we when we had the military resources to crush them ourselves. and we did! Something isn't adding up with his story." Love thinks. "You know what? Maybe, I was wrong. Maybe, that knowledge was for A.I Trixie, and not us or anyone else. He flipped her, corrupted her to cause chaos on Twilight's computer. It's very unlikely Trixie would have ever gotten what she wanted and escaped. He might have just wanted her as unreasonable as possible, a little unhinged to prevent us talking her down. If you hadn't discovered her so quickly how hard would it have been to talk things out after she gained complete control over the system?"Love grabs the bottle and offers to pour Rose another glass. Originally Posted by Elbeyon Love grabs the bottle and offers to pour Rose another glass. Rose studies the bottle for a moment, but then shakes her head. "Thank you, but I shouldn't have a second. I'm buzzed as is. Don't let me get drunk. I don't need to wake up hung over in someone else's bed."She puts the glass down on the edge of the hot tub and looks at the ceiling again. "I think you have it right. Lars fed Trixie misinformation to make her unstable. Those books were like a virus, right? Yeah... he knows about Twilight's AI. But how... how does her know? Did Ruby Red get that information to him? How did she find out if so?" "Alright. I'm cutting you off for the night."Love smirks. "Do tell. Who's bed would you wake up in?" Scope's she figures.Love sets the bottle and her glass off to the side too."Something like a virus, yeah. He was spying on twilight and found out that way. We weren't suppose to know either, but we found out. It helps when they call you up. I should tell the girls I haven't blocked their number so they know they can call me. Heck, half the team ended up bugging Twilight and others during this mission. Information is key."Love grumbles. "It doesn't help that everything is classified. Emotions, classified!" "Who's bed? Pshaw, I dunno. Whoever around that likes to take advantage of a drunk mare."Rose yawned again. "Yeah, we need info to operate. I don't like all the classified bits of the mission, the AI... all that stuff. Emotions though... eh, that's a bit more personal, Love. Don't push it too hard. A time and place for everything, you know? Speaking of the time, I think I should turn in. I want to be up in time for your breakfast team briefing idea." Love raises an eyebrow. "So, no one?"She admits at the warning, "I'm trying... And, failing." Love yawns herself and starts getting out of the hot tub. "Friendship hug?""I think I'm going to go wrap myself up in a nice feathered pillow. Snuggle it to sleep." She yawns again. "I dunno, you want a list of who I wouldn't mind waking up in bed with?" Rose teases. She giggles. Being tired makes everything seem just a bit more amusing. She leans over and gives Love a firm friendship hug. "You do that, snuggle that feather pillow. Stay warm, castles are drafty." Love snorts a laugh. "I wouldn't mind. Maybe, next time."She returns the hug. The glasses and bottle in hoof, she readies to leave."I'll do more than that." She laughs and loses her balance a little. "Eh, maybe not tonight. As a friend, I love you. I love Scope too. I love Brazen. Star, my love! I love you too. I gosh darn love everyone on the squad. Even, the commander! Maybe, not the commander." She starts to leave. "Heck, no. I love everyone!" Rose gets up and wraps herself with a towel, then helps Love to the door. "Alright, you get some sleep. I think we both had enough this night." Once Love was on her way, Rose closes her door. She dries off, cleans up the tub area and preps for bed. She looked over bed sheets and sighs. After all that talk about love, dating, and all... Rose feels lonely. She curls up in ed and goes to sleep for the night.

Celestia's Finest (Side Story)_ Rose's Hot Tub Talk

Shadows of Ressina IC

The air is cool and crisp on this early autumn day, and the city is bustling for the festival of falling leaves in the coming week. The sky is clear and winds are calm. Kids run excitedly through the streets on this, the first day of their autumn break, leaving the whole city with a cheery air. Out by the docks merchants peddle their wares, and veteran sailors watch out toward the seas, wary eyes trained on dark clouds barely visible at the horizon.You are somewhere in this city. Ardan was just leaving his modest home, having finished his first read-through of the essays he had assigned his class for yesterday, giving him the autumn break to review and grade them. He walked leisurely towards the market, thinking over some of the points that had caught his attention. He wasn't expecting any trouble, but was fully armored and armed nonetheless - it was his duty as a paladin to always be ready to defend others when needed. Jericho idly wiped down another set of mugs as he sat on his stool over looking his morning patrons with a watchful eye. One of things he prided himself in was making sure people were properly taken care of while they were within his threshold. It was one of the small by-products that he picked up as his exposure to the Unseelie deepened. Whatever happened to them outside his doors, of course, was another matter entirely but for now they were his to see after. Which is why he nodded to a darker corner of this tavern, the Winking Dusk, as his door let off a soft chime to admit the stumbling rookie guardsmen fresh from a heavy night of drinking to celebrate passing into official guardhood. With the open door however he caught a slight glimpse of the brewing storm out in the distance and frowned to himself.“Start up a batch of hearty stew.”He called back to the kitchens as began wiping up a batch of 'Easy morning' for the shortsighted rookies in his corner looking miserable.“And have some beef ready as a side.”He added as an after thought, still frowning out the window. That storm looked like a ship killer in the making, pretty soon he'd have the old salt sailors coming in for a decent last meal on the off chance that the seas took them finally. Damn, going to be a busy day. The rays of the sun pierced through the drapes in the windows of Mathias room , hitting him square in the face as he laid in his King sized Bed. With a yawn he pulled down the mattresses and raised his head from the pillows and looked around the room. Then he called." Rose!! Violet!! "Spoiler Hide His cohorts, they are twins with the difference of wearing a bouquet in their dress of their respective flowers so others can tell who they are XD I didn't stat them since i dont plan to use them for fighting but if you think i should i will. Jandar Bersk is looking down to the chaotic surface of the trade quarter's roofs; he is perched high above the ground level, at the top of one of Ressina's many towers.The man has been there for a while, now; he is watching the preparations for the upcoming festival. Soon the city will be covered in decorations, and the streets will be an explosion of colors and noises.Jandar isn't particularly interested in this kind of entertainment. He is a hired killer, first of all, and he has trouble understanding the language of happiness and joy. His words carry the shadow of violence and death on their wings.Yet, the lone man finds the sight of the incessant activity quite pleasant. From that height, the people of Ressina resemble ants pouring out from a disturbed anthill; the assassin understands things like preparation and hard work.No doubt the festival's week would have seen him act as the long arm of the guild: in his experience, the chaos deriving from the people's celebrations had always been useful to conceal much less cheerful affairs.The hired killer looks up to have a good view of his surroundings. As his eyes go through the different districts of Ressina, he briefly wonders how much free time the guild leaders will leave him.Jandar takes a few deep breaths, smelling the crisp and clean autumn air. It will be interesting, he thinks.After a long time, the man starts to climb down the same way he came. Kilick Rasphou walks down the street in the early morning. Of course, he does not look like himself; he so rarely does. Between his Hat of Disguise and his physical mask, he is Benjamin Apple, a simple man of average height with brown hair; absolutely nondescript. Invisible to the naked eye, hisFacelessmask sits on his head, protecting him from casual divinations. One can never be too careful, after all.He buys a few apples from a vendor, tipping the woman with a smile. He munches on them as he walks to the guild headquarters of the Thespian Guild. Perhaps Mayleen or Mandy would be around for a chat. If worst came to worst, he'd put together an impromptu show for the crowd. He walks through the door and takes in the view before sitting at a table.Spoiler: OOC Hide He's just looking around for any regulars and whether there's a show going on. Originally Posted by Thokk_Smash Kilick Rasphou walks down the street in the early morning. Of course, he does not look like himself; he so rarely does. Between his Hat of Disguise and his physical mask, he is Benjamin Apple, a simple man of average height with brown hair; absolutely nondescript. Invisible to the naked eye, his Faceless mask sits on his head, protecting him from casual divinations. One can never be too careful, after all. He buys a few apples from a vendor, tipping the woman with a smile. He munches on them as he walks to the guild headquarters of the Thespian Guild. Perhaps Mayleen or Mandy would be around for a chat. If worst came to worst, he'd put together an impromptu show for the crowd. He walks through the door and takes in the view before sitting at a table. Spoiler: OOC Hide He's just looking around for any regulars and whether there's a show going on. No show right now, but up by the stage he sees Mandy chatting with another senior member of the guild. Spying one half of the Thespian Duo, Kilick grins and meanders over to her and the other member of the guild.I hope I'm not interrupting anything too important,he says, unashamedly breaking into the conversation. He bows over Mandy's hand, saying,Benjamin Apple, at your service. Madame Mandy, a vision of loveliness, as always. And Sir Aaron, it's a pleasure to see you as well.He slumps down into an empty seat gracefully, arranging his limbs into carefully arranged chaos as he takes another bite of an apple. Benjamin Apple eating an apple; a bad joke that anyone who knows Kilick knows he would make.What's the word today, my friends? Anything exciting of note? Originally Posted by Thokk_Smash Spying one half of the Thespian Duo, Kilick grins and meanders over to her and the other member of the guild. I hope I'm not interrupting anything too important, he says, unashamedly breaking into the conversation. He bows over Mandy's hand, saying, Benjamin Apple, at your service. Madame Mandy, a vision of loveliness, as always. And Sir Aaron, it's a pleasure to see you as well. He slumps down into an empty seat gracefully, arranging his limbs into carefully arranged chaos as he takes another bite of an apple. Benjamin Apple eating an apple; a bad joke that anyone who knows Kilick knows he would make. What's the word today, my friends? Anything exciting of note? "Nothing much, really. I'm slightly worried we'll have sailors come in by the boatload today because of the storm. You know how they get, every single time there's a storm out at sea, they flock in for entertainment just in case they kick it while out there, no matter how low the odds of that actually are."She sighs melodramatically."Personally, I'm hoping they're more in the mood for drinks and food than our shows, so Blip can keep them busy, but it never seems to be so."Mayleen says, revealing she was just behind the stage curtains the entire time as she walked out and sat on the edge of the stage."Goodness, May! When did you get here?""5 minutes ago. Anyway, Ben, why don't you stop making incredibly lame jokes with your apple and help me set up for the Siren's Call show later." Kilick pulls a face at Mayleen's unimpressed reaction to his joke.I shall endeavor to concoct entertainment more suited to your demanding palate, Madame Mayleen, but the simple ones always have that understated glory,he says, sighing an exaggerated sigh as he chomps down on the last bit of his apple.Brushing his hands on his breeches, he follows Mayleen to assist in stagehand work. Nostalgia fills him as he goes through the usual routines; much as he enjoys acting (and seeing as he considers life one big play, he enjoys it very much indeed), the simple work of stagehands was his start in this career. A bright spot in an otherwise dreary childhood. The assassin slices through the crowded streets as if they were empty.There are many houses in the Trade Quarter of Ressina that wise people avoid without a second thought; Jandar stopped in front of one of those. It wasn't a particularly big house, nor it was beautiful - yet no one lingered in front of it.The man walks through the entrance without hesitation: he belongs here.The people that cross his path in the dimly lit hallways do not question his presence: Jandar is a familiar, and sinister, sight to the members of the guild that owns the building.The hired killer stops in front of a door made of carved wood. He knocks on it and listens. After a moment, he steps inside.Jandar starts speaking while he is still looking around for one of the people in Ressina that can give him orders. The assassin's voice is calm and posed; some would probably describe it as reassuring. He goes straight to the point, without wasting even a single word."The streets are starting to get crowded. It's going to be as magnificent as last year; possibly even more, if the nobles are going to compete with each other. I sense opportunities." Originally Posted by Thokk_Smash Kilick pulls a face at Mayleen's unimpressed reaction to his joke. I shall endeavor to concoct entertainment more suited to your demanding palate, Madame Mayleen, but the simple ones always have that understated glory, he says, sighing an exaggerated sigh as he chomps down on the last bit of his apple. Brushing his hands on his breeches, he follows Mayleen to assist in stagehand work. Nostalgia fills him as he goes through the usual routines; much as he enjoys acting (and seeing as he considers life one big play, he enjoys it very much indeed), the simple work of stagehands was his start in this career. A bright spot in an otherwise dreary childhood. After just a few minutes, Kilick is tapped on the shoulder by a younger member of the guild."Um, Madame Mandy wishes to speak with you... She said is was more important than stagehand work...""What? What could possibly be more important than our most important show of the year!"Maylee screeches, walking over."I-I don't know M'am, but she said was was going to Blip's Bar..." Originally Posted by Vetril The assassin slices through the crowded streets as if they were empty. There are many houses in the Trade Quarter of Ressina that wise people avoid without a second thought; Jandar stopped in front of one of those. It wasn't a particularly big house, nor it was beautiful - yet no one lingered in front of it. The man walks through the entrance without hesitation: he belongs here. The people that cross his path in the dimly lit hallways do not question his presence: Jandar is a familiar, and sinister, sight to the members of the guild that owns the building. The hired killer stops in front of a door made of carved wood. He knocks on it and listens. After a moment, he steps inside. Jandar starts speaking while he is still looking around for one of the people in Ressina that can give him orders. The assassin's voice is calm and posed; some would probably describe it as reassuring. He goes straight to the point, without wasting even a single word. "The streets are starting to get crowded. It's going to be as magnificent as last year; possibly even more, if the nobles are going to compete with each other. I sense opportunities." "Beautiful. Absolutely perfect. It's kinda funny, don't ya think, that many members of the Thespian Guild are the people who get us the most money this season? Bunch 'a pretentious pricks, they are."Jandar's boss, a fairly young girl, no older than 20, smirks at you. Her feet, clothed in knee-high buckled boot are propped up on her desk, and her blond hair is tied back under a bandana. She pulls her feet off the desk, and leans forward towards Jandar. "My question is, what are we going to do about it. Last year, we had some heavy losses. Obviously, not money, as you pointed out, we made out like bandits," She pauses, grinning at the memory."but, we lost 3 of our best member last year, certainly you must remember; the ghosts left their little signature right on them."She stands up, slamming a pure white shuriken onto her desk. "I don't want to suffer those kind of losses again. So, I actually want you to try and find these bastards, and get them out of my way."She sighs."Of course, as a necessary precaution, no one can know that I'm giving you this mission, got it? You may still get other basic assassinations for the others, 'tis be the season for it after all, but this will be your first priority, it is very important."She smirks slyly, sitting back down."Unless, of course, you don't think you're up for the task."She laughs lightly, crossing her legs up on her desk again.-------------------------------Mandy charges into Jericho's bar."Hey, Blip! I need to commandeer your back room, sorry if there's any inconvenience."She says to him, as she's heading back there."Ben and Maddie should be coming here soon." Arriving at the market, Ardan went over to buy some chicken, bread, and vegetables. Technically, the ring he wore meant he didn't need to eat, but he still liked to. The killer picks up the shuriken and twirls it in his hand, getting a feel for the uncommon object."I can ask around;- he shows the woman the weapon another time, before asking -"You mind?"Without really waiting for an answer, Jandar makes the shuriken disappear under his cloak."I should have some answers in a matter of days. So long, Siren."The man offers his superior a nod in respect while he leaves. He walks faster now that he has a purpose. Not a human anymore - a hound on the hunt.As Jandar leaves the house to blend into the crowd outside, his mind is already working on the assignment.The shuriken was a trail that could bring him to the mysterious guild. Like a traitor, it spoke volumes about its owner: uncommon weapon, uncommon metal, uncommon quality.The assassin mentally reviews his contacts - maybe one of them would have been able to tell him more about the weapon; and possibly where to look to obtain more information about the man who threw it.Spoiler Hide Maybe Jandar knows someone who is an expert with exotic weapons or weaponsmithing, or someone who actually knows some other expert. Knowledge (Local): (1d20+8)[28]. Originally Posted by Vetril The killer picks up the shuriken and twirls it in his hand, getting a feel for the uncommon object. "I can ask around; - he shows the woman the weapon another time, before asking - "You mind?" Without really waiting for an answer, Jandar makes the shuriken disappear under his cloak. "I should have some answers in a matter of days. So long, Siren." "Good luck." Originally Posted by Vetril Spoiler Hide Maybe Jandar knows someone who is an expert with exotic weapons or weaponsmithing, or someone who actually knows some other expert. Knowledge (Local): [roll0]. One of your other bosses, Lethiax, is a weaponsmith, and you know he makes it his business to know about other crafters, you might be able to find something out from him.In addition you know about a highly skilled, and highly knowledgeable weaponsmith in the upper districts. Originally Posted by asdflove After just a few minutes, Kilick is tapped on the shoulder by a younger member of the guild. "Um, Madame Mandy wishes to speak with you... She said is was more important than stagehand work..." "What? What could possibly be more important than our most important show of the year!" Maylee screeches, walking over. "I-I don't know M'am, but she said was was going to Blip's Bar..." Now, now, Mayleen, no need to get all in a kerfuffle. I'm sure Mandy has her reasons. By your leave,he finishes, tipping his hat to her before leaving the stage. Winding past the various tables and people, he exits the building and begins to head for Blip's Bar.Opening the door, he heads for the bar.Blip, my friend, how are you doing?he asks.I'll have my regular. Has Mandy been in yet? She sent someone to bring me here; right before our busiest time of the year, it must be important, huh?After exchanging pleasantries and chatting with Blip for a minute or so, he bids the man farewell and ambles in the direction Blip said Mandy had gone. Entering the back room, he says,Mandy, long time no see. I assume the day has become that much more exciting since last we met? Originally Posted by Thokk_Smash Now, now, Mayleen, no need to get all in a kerfuffle. I'm sure Mandy has her reasons. By your leave, he finishes, tipping his hat to her before leaving the stage. Winding past the various tables and people, he exits the building and begins to head for Blip's Bar. Opening the door, he heads for the bar. Blip, my friend, how are you doing? he asks. I'll have my regular. Has Mandy been in yet? She sent someone to bring me here; right before our busiest time of the year, it must be important, huh? After exchanging pleasantries and chatting with Blip for a minute or so, he bids the man farewell and ambles in the direction Blip said Mandy had gone. Entering the back room, he says, Mandy, long time no see. I assume the day has become that much more exciting since last we met? "Oh, gods yes. Could you work with Madeline on something? It's waaay important. I know she's not the nicest person, but you two are the very best at disguise, and I think the trade guild is up to something."She sighs."I found this,"She holds up a gold piece with a small hole between her thumb and forefinger, before flipping in back into her palm and closing her fist around it."nailed to our door." Originally Posted by asdflove "Oh, gods yes. Could you work with Madeline on something? It's waaay important. I know she's not the nicest person, but you two are the very best at disguise, and I think the trade guild is up to something." She sighs. "I found this," She holds up a gold piece with a small hole in it up. "nailed to our door." Kilick frowns slightly.It is that time of year again, I suppose,he mutters.Of course, I'll work with her, but I won't promise that it'll be smooth sailing out of costume. You know how well our personalities mix.His eyes lose focus, remembering the last time he and Madeline had worked together. Not fun. Oh, they had gotten the job done, and admirably, but still...not fun.Anyway, where may I find Madeline now? No time like the present to begin. Originally Posted by Thokk_Smash Kilick frowns slightly. It is that time of year again, I suppose, he mutters. Of course, I'll work with her, but I won't promise that it'll be smooth sailing out of costume. You know how well our personalities mix. His eyes lose focus, remembering the last time he and Madeline had worked together. Not fun. Oh, they had gotten the job done, and admirably, but still...not fun. Anyway, where may I find Madeline now? No time like the present to begin. "She's supposed to be coming here. Guess you were quicker." Ardan returned home and stored the food, before heading back out again, this time striding purposefully towards the temple. With the autumn break at hand, he had some extra time to devote to the other half of his job, which meant that rather than waiting to be called on for a situation thatrequiredhim, he could contribute to whatever matters were at hand. Jandar's next stop is Lethiax's workshop.The assassin doubts the weaponsmith will be able to tell him much about the shuriken, or the guild would have acted upon that knowledge months ago. There is a chance it could pay off, however, and Jandar Bersk is not a man to discard any possible path without the appropriate consideration.As usual, the hired killer slips through the crowd unnoticed: to the other people, he is just a random, forgettable face.Finally reaching his destination, the man walks into the workshop of his superior."Lethiax? How is it going? Busy as always, I see. No, don't worry, I'll rob you of only just a couple of minutes. I need to know what you can tell me about this white metal shuriken. It's one of those used by the ghosts to kill our people - I thought that if one could tell me where to start looking for the place that forged it, it's you."Jandar retrieves the small weapon from the hidden pouch where he kept it. Carefully positioning it on Lethiax's working table, he steps aside, letting the expert have a good look. Originally Posted by Vetril Jandar's next stop is Lethiax's workshop. The assassin doubts the weaponsmith will be able to tell him much about the shuriken, or the guild would have acted upon that knowledge months ago. There is a chance it could pay off, however, and Jandar Bersk is not a man to discard any possible path without the appropriate consideration. As usual, the hired killer slips through the crowd unnoticed: to the other people, he is just a random, forgettable face. Finally reaching his destination, the man walks into the workshop of his superior. "Lethiax? How is it going? Busy as always, I see. No, don't worry, I'll rob you of only just a couple of minutes. I need to know what you can tell me about this white metal shuriken. It's one of those used by the ghosts to kill our people - I thought that if one could tell me where to start looking for the place that forged it, it's you." Jandar retrieves the small weapon from the hidden pouch where he kept it. Carefully positioning it on Lethiax's working table, he steps aside, letting the expert have a good look. Lethiax looks up from the shimmering gold blade he was working with."Hmmm? The Ghost's Shuriken? You actually have one?"He picks it up, turning it over in his gloved hands, carefully inspecting it, before a slow grin takes over his face, and he laughs."How, interesting."He laughs again. "Where'd you get this? Are you sure it's the real deal? If so, then this whole thing just got a lot more complicated." Originally Posted by asdflove "She's supposed to be coming here. Guess you were quicker." Kilick sits down on a nearby chair, lounging idly.What have you been noticing of late, Mandy?he asks offhandedly.Any unusual workings by the Trade Guild?Kilick considers his own memory and knowledge of the city in the past weeks, trying to spot any possible patterns.Spoiler Hide Knowledge (Local): (1d20+12)[31] Originally Posted by Thokk_Smash Kilick sits down on a nearby chair, lounging idly. What have you been noticing of late, Mandy? he asks offhandedly. Any unusual workings by the Trade Guild? Kilick considers his own memory and knowledge of the city in the past weeks, trying to spot any possible patterns. Spoiler Hide Knowledge (Local): [roll0] "Nothing that I've noticed, and that's what worries me. What if they actually learned how to be stealthy, and not just brutes?"She sighs dramatically."When you and Maddy go in, I want you to find out what their up-""Oh, great. You want me to work with him again."Madeline sneers as she enters the room."What are we doing?""You and Ben will be infiltrating the Trade guild to see what they're up to. Because this was nailed to our door this morning."She holds up the coin again.Spoiler Hide Nothing but their usual for this time of year, setting up to take advantage of the festival. Lethiax's words seem to pique the man's interest. Jandar shifts his weight from one foot to the other, as he leans over the table, looking at the shuriken from over the weaponsmith's shoulder."I'm not sure of anything, my friend. I got it from Siren; she says it's one from the ghosts. Why? What do you have to say about it?"The assassin looks at the other man and tilts his head. Kilick sighs dramatically and rises to his feet in a swirl of his cloak.Believe you me, Madeline m'dear, the feeling is mutual. But regardless, let's make this our best stageshow to date, shall we? To that end, what do you believe our best "in" to the Trade Guild would be? Traveling merchants? Client? Or my personal favorite, impersonate a member?Spoiler Hide Knowledge (Local) to think of useful Trade Guild patsies: (1d20+12)[21] Originally Posted by Vetril Lethiax's words seem to pique the man's interest. Jandar shifts his weight from one foot to the other, as he leans over the table, looking at the shuriken from over the weaponsmith's shoulder. "I'm not sure of anything, my friend. I got it from Siren; she says it's one from the ghosts. Why? What do you have to say about it?" The assassin looks at the other man and tilts his head. "Siren has no reason to lie, especially since I know how much she hates the Ghosts, but if this really came from them, well we have a traitor in our midsts. I made this shuriken. It's actually mithril, my guess is the color was changed with magic. It seems pretty strange, that the ghosts would have one of my shurikens." He frowns. "Do you want to know how I know it's mine? This etching here." He runs his thumb over a small etching that's barely visible."LX. My signature, I mark everything I make, should it ever fall into the wrong hands. Good thing too, huh?"He smirks."If you're looking for the ghosts, go ask Len how they wound up with one of the shirikins I made him last year."He pauses, looking as if he's about to laugh, but he doesn't."He should be out at the docks, you may want to catch him before he sets sail." Originally Posted by Quellian-dyrae Ardan returned home and stored the food, before heading back out again, this time striding purposefully towards the temple. With the autumn break at hand, he had some extra time to devote to the other half of his job, which meant that rather than waiting to be called on for a situation that required him, he could contribute to whatever matters were at hand. When he gets there, the only person in the front room is a teenage girl sitting on the altar up front, looking out over the empty room carefully. Originally Posted by Thokk_Smash Kilick sighs dramatically and rises to his feet in a swirl of his cloak. Believe you me, Madeline m'dear, the feeling is mutual. But regardless, let's make this our best stageshow to date, shall we? To that end, what do you believe our best "in" to the Trade Guild would be? Traveling merchants? Client? Or my personal favorite, impersonate a member? Spoiler Hide Knowledge (Local) to think of useful Trade Guild patsies: [roll0] "Every show is my best, I thought I told you that last time, Benjamin""Impersonate members. Easiest way to get actual info. They wouldn't actually trust traveling merchants, and I daresay they would trust a client less, especially at this time of year.""So, who exactly would we be impersonating then?" "That's up to you, but as high up in their ranks as you can get away with." Originally Posted by asdflove "Every show is my best, I thought I told you that last time, Benjamin" "Impersonate members. Easiest way to get actual info. They wouldn't actually trust traveling merchants, and I daresay they would trust a client less, especially at this time of year." "So, who exactly would we be impersonating then?" "That's up to you, but as high up in their ranks as you can get away with." Kilick tuts lightly.If every show is your best, then every show is your worst as well; it's the valleys that let us appreciate the height of the mountains, after all,he says, voice obviously teasing despite the woman's apparent lack of a funnybone.So, we need to be high enough that we have access, but low enough that any minor discrepancies can be overlooked without fuss. He trails off, thinking of Trade Guild members that fit that build.Spoiler Hide Knowledge (Local): (1d20+12)[13] This is to see what I know of the Trade Guild's general hierarchy. Safely within the confines of his "Divine market", Clay sells various wares. Originally Posted by Thokk_Smash Kilick tuts lightly. If every show is your best, then every show is your worst as well; it's the valleys that let us appreciate the height of the mountains, after all, he says, voice obviously teasing despite the woman's apparent lack of a funnybone. So, we need to be high enough that we have access, but low enough that any minor discrepancies can be overlooked without fuss. He trails off, thinking of Trade Guild members that fit that build. Spoiler Hide Knowledge (Local): [roll0] This is to see what I know of the Trade Guild's general hierarchy. "Oh, hush." She scowls."Yep, that's what you should do. Just find out what they're up to."Spoiler Hide There's Margaret Lena, workshop assistant to Lethiax. There's Jean Ring, Courier. He often gets close to Siren. There's Alec Quanel, Sailor. He works with Captain William 'Willy Hayes' (the third leader of the trade guild). There's Charolette Zelana, also a Sailor. She also works with Willy Hayes. Originally Posted by asdflove "Oh, hush." She scowls. "Yep, that's what you should do. Just find out what they're up to." Spoiler Hide There's Margaret Lena, workshop assistant to Lethiax. There's Jean Ring, Courier. He often gets close to Siren. There's Alec Quanel, Sailor. He works with Captain William 'Willy Hayes' (the third leader of the trade guild). There's Charolette Zelana, also a Sailor. She also works with Willy Hayes. Kilick nods thoughtfully, pondering what he knows.I know of a few members close to the higher-ups that might work. It would be safer if we had a few days to observe their mannerisms and their typical comings and goings, but a good performer can think on their feet. Do you have anything else to say before we begin, Mandy? If not, Madeline and I shall be off to scheme and plot. The docks are a district in which a man possessing the assassin's skills is frequently called to operate.The search for Len will be swift under normal circumstances, and Jandar uses his considerable expertise at work to locate the possible traitor.As soon as the target is located, the killer considers the possibility to approach him undetected before revealing his own presence: after all, theatricality and deception are powerful agents.Thus, once he finds Len, instead of walking directly to him, Jandar evaluates the situation, to see if he can sneak up on him within a reasonable amount of time. If possible, he gets really close without being detected, before calling the guild's member by name:"Len."Spoiler Hide Some rolls, in case they are needed: Gather Information (to locate Len in case he is hard to find): (1d20+23)[33] Move Silently (to sneak up on Len if possible): (1d20+30)[42] Hide (to ambush Len as an alternative): (1d20+30)[32] Originally Posted by Vetril The docks are a district in which a man possessing the assassin's skills is frequently called to operate. The search for Len will be swift under normal circumstances, and Jandar uses his considerable expertise at work to locate the possible traitor. As soon as the target is located, the killer considers the possibility to approach him undetected before revealing his own presence: after all, theatricality and deception are powerful agents. Thus, once he finds Len, instead of walking directly to him, Jandar evaluates the situation, to see if he can sneak up on him within a reasonable amount of time. If possible, he gets really close without being detected, before calling the guild's member by name: "Len." Spoiler Hide Some rolls, in case they are needed: Gather Information (to locate Len in case he is hard to find): [roll0] Move Silently (to sneak up on Len if possible): [roll1] Hide (to ambush Len as an alternative): [roll2] He jumps."Gah! Jandar! Why'd you sneak up on me?" Len is one of the younger members of the guild, no older than 18, and he looks like a high class sailor, with the way he dresses. He has short cut blond hair and light blue eyes. Originally Posted by Thokk_Smash Kilick nods thoughtfully, pondering what he knows. I know of a few members close to the higher-ups that might work. It would be safer if we had a few days to observe their mannerisms and their typical comings and goings, but a good performer can think on their feet. Do you have anything else to say before we begin, Mandy? If not, Madeline and I shall be off to scheme and plot. "I have nothing else for you. Good luck, do your best. I need to make sure the theater is secure for tonights show.""Let's just go already." Originally Posted by qwertyu63 Safely within the confines of his "Divine market", Clay sells various wares. A teenage girl skips in."A church and a shop? How strange. Hello, sir. What kinda things do you sell here?" Originally Posted by asdflove A teenage girl skips in. "A church and a shop? How strange. Hello, sir. What kinda things do you sell here?" "Quite a range, actually. Potions, weapons, armor, got a nice rack of rings over there. What ya looking for? Originally Posted by qwertyu63 "Quite a range, actually. Potions, weapons, armor, got a nice rack of rings over there. What ya looking for? "A autumn gift for my mother. She's actually a priestess, so anything you've got that's good for them works. Any suggestions?" Originally Posted by asdflove "A autumn gift for my mother. She's actually a priestess, so anything you've got that's good for them works. Any suggestions?" "It's kind of expensive, but that staff tipped with white crystal should boost the power of some of her spells." Jandar moves to match the young man's movements: he stays close, inside Len's personal space to the point of making his presence uncomfortable."Len. I was sent by Lethiax and Siren. The guild has its eye on you, so why do you think I am here?"The assassin shows Len the shuriken. He then stares at the young sailor, letting his reputation loose Len's tongue."Speak."Spoiler Hide And now, let's intimidate the poor fellow. Intimidate: (1d20+13)[23]. Originally Posted by qwertyu63 "It's kind of expensive, but that staff tipped with white crystal should boost the power of some of her spells." "How much is expensive?" Originally Posted by Vetril Jandar moves to match the young man's movements: he stays close, inside Len's personal space to the point of making his presence uncomfortable. "Len. I was sent by Lethiax and Siren. The guild has its eye on you, so why do you think I am here?" The assassin shows Len the shuriken. He then stares at the young sailor, letting his reputation loose Len's tongue. "Speak." Spoiler Hide And now, let's intimidate the poor fellow. Intimidate: [roll0]. "Why would they be watching me. I've been doing my job...?"His eyes widen at the sight of the shuriken."I-Is th-that one of the ghost's shurikens?"He says shakily, staring at it."W-why are you showing it to m-me?" Originally Posted by asdflove "How much is expensive?" "Expensive is six grand." Jandar mantains his voice calm as he continues:"Because it's yours. Now, Len, don't waste my time - I'm not feeling particularly patient today. Mind you, you're already treading on thin ice. Speak: I'm not asking you another time."The assassin tenses and prepares to incapacitate the young guild associate: it wasn't rare for people in this kind of situations to panic and act in unpredictable ways; a lesson that Jandar had learnt too well in the past.Spoiler Hide In case Len tries to run or attack Jandar, the killer opts to incapacitate his target by full attacking him with unarmed strikes (to deal non lethal damage). Originally Posted by qwertyu63 "Expensive is six grand." "Oh, alright. Here you go." She dumps a large number a platinum pieces on the counter from here bag. "I think that's more than enough." Originally Posted by Vetril Jandar maintains his voice calm as he continues: "Because it's yours. Now, Len, don't waste my time - I'm not feeling particularly patient today. Mind you, you're already treading on thin ice. Speak: I'm not asking you another time." The assassin tenses and prepares to incapacitate the young guild associate: it wasn't rare for people in this kind of situations to panic and act in unpredictable ways; a lesson that Jandar had learnt too well in the past. Spoiler Hide In case Len tries to run or attack Jandar, the killer opts to incapacitate his target by full attacking him with unarmed strikes (to deal non lethal damage). "M-mine? H-how? I stopped u-using shurikens l-last year, and a-all the ones I used w-were mithril, not white...""Now, now, now, Jandar. No need to give the poor boy a heart attack."And Jandar manages to run into all 3 of his bosses today as Captain William 'Willy Hayes strides up, his bicorn crooked and a saber in hand."Oh, is that what I think it is? One 'a the ghost's shurikens? And you're questioning Len 'bout it?" Jandar gives Len another good stare before he turns his head to address Willy; he gives him a nod of recognition before answering."Lethiax is sure that this is one of the weapons he made for Len. Now, I'd say that raises many questions."He eyes the unlucky sailor once again."I was about to bring him back to the guild house for... questioning."By the way Jandar pronounces the word, "questioning" implies a world of unpleasant activities. Originally Posted by asdflove "Oh, alright. Here you go." She dumps a large number a platinum pieces on the counter from here bag. "I think that's more than enough." "Looks good enough to me. Just go and grab the staff."He puts the money in a box under the counter. Originally Posted by Vetril Jandar gives Len another good stare before he turns his head to address Willy; he gives him a nod of recognition before answering. "Lethiax is sure that this is one of the weapons he made for Len. Now, I'd say that raises many questions." He eyes the unlucky sailor once again. "I was about to bring him back to the guild house for... questioning." By the way Jandar pronounces the word, "questioning" implies a world of unpleasant activities. "Over a year ago though? A lot could of happened in that time. For all we know they just took a weapon that was thrown at them and missed and repurposed it. Or maybe it was stolen. Lethiax has a tendency to jump to conclusions, you know. We we're raided last year, about a month before the autumn festival then. I'm pretty sure it was the ghosts, because they left this,"He pulls a chain, with a painted white wooden shuriken on it, from under his shirt."on my desk in the captains chamber."He smirks, pulling it off, and handing it to Jandar."Why don't you take that to Lethiax, ask him 'bout that one instead of torturing one of my best navigators." Originally Posted by qwertyu63 "Looks good enough to me. Just go and grab the staff." He puts the money in a box under the counter. "Thanks Mister!"She grabs and skips out, somehow seeming more cheerful than she was when she came in. "I would agree with your judgement, Willy."Jandar takes the captain's chain, which goes back in his hidden pocket, together with the shuriken."I will do that. Thanks for your time, captain. As for you, Len..."The assassin pats the sailor's shoulder: the aura of danger that surrounded him just a few moments ago seems to be gone, like snow in the sun."...Keep up the good work."That said, Jandar leaves the docks, thinking about his next move as he joins the crowd of people.As he walks, he considers the options: white seemed to be the ghosts' color, but the stolen shuriken was once silvery. What sort of process could actually change the color of mithral to pure white?Jandar knows very little of metalworking or alchemy, so he resolves to ask someone that can enlighten him.The assassin decides he needs to talk to an alchemist.Spoiler Hide Knowledge check to see if Jandar knows an alchemist (if a roll is needed). Knowledge (Local): (1d20+8)[15]. If he knows one, he goes to visit him; if he doesn't, he seeks out someone that can direct him towards an alchemist. Originally Posted by Vetril "I would agree with your judgement, Willy." Jandar takes the captain's chain, which goes back in his hidden pocket, together with the shuriken. "I will do that. Thanks for your time, captain. As for you, Len..." The assassin pats the sailor's shoulder: the aura of danger that surrounded him just a few moments ago seems to be gone, like snow in the sun. "...Keep up the good work." That said, Jandar leaves the docks, thinking about his next move as he joins the crowd of people. As he walks, he considers the options: white seemed to be the ghosts' color, but the stolen shuriken was once silvery. What sort of process could actually change the color of mithral to pure white? Jandar knows very little of metalworking or alchemy, so he resolves to ask someone that can enlighten him. The assassin decides he needs to talk to an alchemist. Spoiler Hide Knowledge check to see if Jandar knows an alchemist (if a roll is needed). Knowledge (Local): [roll0]. If he knows one, he goes to visit him; if he doesn't, he seeks out someone that can direct him towards an alchemist. "Good luck, Jandar."Spoiler Hide Go to your fellow player. Clay is an alchemist who works out of a church in the market. Originally Posted by asdflove "I have nothing else for you. Good luck, do your best. I need to make sure the theater is secure for tonights show." "Let's just go already." [/COLOR] Kilick nods.Quite,he says, giving a bow of the head to Mandy.Lead the way, Madeline.As the two leave, he mutters the information he has recalled.Two women and two men, all of whom come into contact with one of the heads of the Trade Guild. Two of them are sailors under Willy Hayes; one, an assistant to Lethiax, and one a courier that often gets close to Siren. Pick your poison, and I'll have a mask for each of us within a few days. Originally Posted by Thokk_Smash Kilick nods. Quite, he says, giving a bow of the head to Mandy. Lead the way, Madeline. As the two leave, he mutters the information he has recalled. Two women and two men, all of whom come into contact with one of the heads of the Trade Guild. Two of them are sailors under Willy Hayes; one, an assistant to Lethiax, and one a courier that often gets close to Siren. Pick your poison, and I'll have a mask for each of us within a few days. "Workshop assistant. I know who she is, should be easy." Jandar Bersk enters the market from the west, even if that means taking a longer path: as usual, he avoids picking up habits which might favour ambushes.He is looking for the alchemist called Clay; the assassin hopes he will help him breach through the Ghosts layers of secrecy.Stopping in front of Clay's place, Jandar briefly checks the blades he carries in the scabbards secured to his belt; reassured by their familiar presence, he approaches the alchemist."Good day. I'm told you might be able to assist me; I'm here to buy information about a certain alchemical technique."Jandar takes a look around, before retrieving the shuriken from under his cloak; even then, he hides it in the palm of his hand until he carefully aligns it on the counter, just in front of Clay. Originally Posted by Vetril Jandar Bersk enters the market from the west, even if that means taking a longer path: as usual, he avoids picking up habits which might favour ambushes. He is looking for the alchemist called Clay; the assassin hopes he will help him breach through the Ghosts layers of secrecy. Stopping in front of Clay's place, Jandar briefly checks the blades he carries in the scabbards secured to his belt; reassured by their familiar presence, he approaches the alchemist. "Good day. I'm told you might be able to assist me; I'm here to buy information about a certain alchemical technique." Jandar takes a look around, before retrieving the shuriken from under his cloak; even then, he hides it in the palm of his hand until he carefully aligns it on the counter, just in front of Clay. "Let me take a look."Spoiler: OOC Hide Alright, skills time. I'm going to roll anything that might be useful: Craft (Alchemy): (1d20+47)[53] Craft (Weaponsmithing): (1d20+47)[60] Spellcraft: (1d20+20)[27] Originally Posted by qwertyu63 "Let me take a look." Spoiler: OOC Hide Alright, skills time. I'm going to roll anything that might be useful: Craft (Alchemy): [roll0] Craft (Weaponsmithing): [roll1] Spellcraft: [roll2] Spoiler: OOC Hide Technically craft can't tell you anything about other objects, but I see the logic in having it do so. It's a Finely made Mithril Shuriken that was turned white by a spell. The letters LX are lightly scratched into it, a signature of the maker. "Alright, the alchemic effect on this thing appears to simulate a stage 1 enchantment. Not that hard in the long run, I've got shelves of them, and I can do better. As to the white color, that seems to derive from a spell rather than alchemy. That will be one platinum piece, will you be wanting anything else?" "Easy. Tell me something I don't know. The spell, for example. What kind of magic? What do you need to cast it? How difficult is it? Who could use such an enchantment in the city?" Originally Posted by Vetril "Easy. Tell me something I don't know. The spell, for example. What kind of magic? What do you need to cast it? How difficult is it? Who could use such an enchantment in the city?" "Haven't a clue. Magic isn't really my cup of tea." "Right. So in the end you can't help me, it seems."Jandar retrieves the shuriken, reaches in the pouch he carries at his belt and retrieves a single gold coin that he puts on the counter."For your trouble."If Clay has nothing more to say, the assassin leaves.Back on the streets, Jandar quickly decides to return to Lethiax's workshop, to share his meager discoveries.Once again he presents an object to the guild weaponsmith: this time not the white shuriken, but Captain Hayes' decorated chain."I spoke with Willy: he vouches for Len, and I am inclined to believe that the young man is a clean. As for this, it is another gift from the ghosts. I'm going to talk with a mage, see if I can find out who cast the spell to change the shuriken's color to white." Originally Posted by asdflove "Workshop assistant. I know who she is, should be easy." Excellent. I'll take the courier, then. Let's go pay the assistant a visit so I can memorize her face to recreate later. Like I said, it'll take me a day or so to make both. Will you be needing any other props? Originally Posted by Vetril "I spoke with Willy: he vouches for Len, and I am inclined to believe that the young man is a clean. As for this, it is another gift from the ghosts. I'm going to talk with a mage, see if I can find out who cast the spell to change the shuriken's color to white." "Wood? Who in their right mind makes a weapon out of wood?"He takes it, carefully inspecting it."How curious... Will turned it into a necklace? Typical, really. He's always been really... Theatrical...""Sir, if I may?"His assistant Margaret Lena quietly says."Heh? Sure, I guess, Peggy."He hands it to her, and she carefully turns it over in her hands before handing it to Jandar."I know who made it. Tally Healersheart, really her brother. They live smack dab in the middle of the ghosts district, and the make a lot of wood stuff, though most of it is Vitawood. They're the only people in the city who use wood, so unless it came from out of the city, it's from there. I'm really sorry that I'm sending you out again, you've probably been all over the place already this morning. I hope that it helps though..."Lethiax chuckles."and you remind me why I hired you. Yeah, I know who you're talking about, her brother apparently gets all of his supplies shipped in from another plane."He pauses."Be careful if you head out there. Ghost territory is dangerous, don't let anyone know you're from our guild." Originally Posted by Thokk_Smash Excellent. I'll take the courier, then. Let's go pay the assistant a visit so I can memorize her face to recreate later. Like I said, it'll take me a day or so to make both. Will you be needing any other props? "No, I can get the peasant clothes myself." Originally Posted by Vetril "Right. So in the end you can't help me, it seems." Jandar retrieves the shuriken, reaches in the pouch he carries at his belt and retrieves a single gold coin that he puts on the counter. "For your trouble." If Clay has nothing more to say, the assassin leaves. "You're about 9 coins shy there, mate." Jandar does not even turn to face Clay: he just stops for the time necessary to speak his retort."And you are about nine useful pieces of news shy, alchemist. Be happy that you gained some gold for doing nothing."Giving another look at the market crowd, the killer starts to walk away. Originally Posted by asdflove "Wood? Who in their right mind makes a weapon out of wood?" He takes it, carefully inspecting it. "How curious... Will turned it into a necklace? Typical, really. He's always been really... Theatrical..." "Sir, if I may?" His assistant Margaret Lena quietly says. "Heh? Sure, I guess, Peggy." He hands it to her, and she carefully turns it over in her hands before handing it to Jandar. "I know who made it. Tally Healersheart, really her brother. They live smack dab in the middle of the ghosts district, and the make a lot of wood stuff, though most of it is Vitawood. They're the only people in the city who use wood, so unless it came from out of the city, it's from there. I'm really sorry that I'm sending you out again, you've probably been all over the place already this morning. I hope that it helps though..." Lethiax chuckles. "and you remind me why I hired you. Yeah, I know who you're talking about, her brother apparently gets all of his supplies shipped in from another plane." He pauses. "Be careful if you head out there. Ghost territory is dangerous, don't let anyone know you're from our guild." "That's a lead. Thank you, Margaret. And you, Lethiax."Jandar leaves the workshop. On his way to the new destination, he thinks about the right way to proceed.Opting for an ambush, the assassin raises his hood and does his best to blend within the crowd. Once he arrives at the wood carvers' place, Jandar takes some time to have a look at the area. Maybe he could break into their house through a window and hide until they stop working; that way, completely avoiding the shop and the laboratory, where a customer might disturb. Originally Posted by Vetril "That's a lead. Thank you, Margaret. And you, Lethiax." Jandar leaves the workshop. On his way to the new destination, he thinks about the right way to proceed. Opting for an ambush, the assassin raises his hood and does his best to blend within the crowd. Once he arrives at the wood carvers' place, Jandar takes some time to have a look at the area. Maybe he could break into their house through a window and hide until they stop working; that way, completely avoiding the shop and the laboratory, where a customer might disturb. It's a nice little one story house, and a young girl dressed in a knee length white dress is sitting outside on a bench by the house, her eyes flicking over the crowd. Originally Posted by Quellian-dyrae Ardan returned home and stored the food, before heading back out again, this time striding purposefully towards the temple. With the autumn break at hand, he had some extra time to devote to the other half of his job, which meant that rather than waiting to be called on for a situation that required him, he could contribute to whatever matters were at hand. When he gets there, the only person in the front room is a teenage girl sitting on the altar up front, looking out over the empty room carefully.(Reposting because it seems to have been missed) Ardan looked over the empty temple briefly, then to the girl. He walked towards her impassively, before saying with a gentle smile,"Can I help you, lass?"and extending a hand to, ya know, politely and chivalrously help her down from the consecrated altar that she was using as a chair.Spoiler Hide ...Man I botched that Spot check bad... Originally Posted by Quellian-dyrae Ardan looked over the empty temple briefly, then to the girl. He walked towards her impassively, before saying with a gentle smile, "Can I help you, lass?" and extending a hand to, ya know, politely and chivalrously help her down from the consecrated altar that she was using as a chair. Spoiler Hide ...Man I botched that Spot check bad... "Who are you?"She hops down without taking his hand, her robes gently fluttering around her. "Are you the high priest? I was looking for him, but no one was here. My mom sent me to talk to him."She has long light blond hair that's hanging loose around her shoulders, and bright blue eyes. She's wearing light purple robes and has some sort of necklace tucked underneath them. "My name is Ardan. I am a paladin in the service of Marilyn,"he explained."How long have you been waiting?"Spoiler Hide So...just how odd is it for the temple to be this empty at this time of day? Is this like "Great Marilyn where is everyone?" or "No service going on so everyone's probably elsewhere in the temple" or "I should have known better than to think anyone would be here at this time of day"? Or whatever? Originally Posted by Quellian-dyrae "My name is Ardan. I am a paladin in the service of Marilyn," he explained. "How long have you been waiting?" Spoiler Hide So...just how odd is it for the temple to be this empty at this time of day? Is this like "Great Marilyn where is everyone?" or "No service going on so everyone's probably elsewhere in the temple" or "I should have known better than to think anyone would be here at this time of day"? Or whatever? "10 or 15 minutes."Spoiler Hide Slightly unusual. There's usually a few people in the front room at all times, but at this time of day most of the clerics would be in different parts of the temple. And in relation to your sense motive; she's not lying directly, but she is neglecting to say something. Ardan nodded silently."What is it you need, lass? I might be able to assist you."He was a bit curious why no one was out here, and planned to check, but he figured he'd see to the girl first. A youth in need of aid was a higher priority than checking on a relatively minor oddity. Originally Posted by Quellian-dyrae Ardan nodded silently. "What is it you need, lass? I might be able to assist you." He was a bit curious why no one was out here, and planned to check, but he figured he'd see to the girl first. A youth in need of aid was a higher priority than checking on a relatively minor oddity. "No, I was specifically supposed talk to the High Priest." Noticing the girl, Jandar makes sure not to draw attention while he walks around the small house. He looks for a window or a door through which he can slip through unnoticed.If the guild assassin can find a passage, he takes his time to make sure no one will actually see him go through it. Furthermore, he dedicates a few moments to take note of any alarm or trap that might be triggered by his passage.At this point, if all these conditions are met, Jandar quickly enters the house of his targets, even though he still makes no sound. Once inside, he glances around to adapt to the different lighting and to get an idea of the situation.Spoiler Hide Relevant (?) rolls: Spot (look for doors/windows/hidden passages): (1d20+17)[34] Spot (check from outside to make sure that no one is looking at the door/window/passage from inside the house): (1d20+17)[18] Search (look for traps or alarms): (1d20+18)[34] Hide (get inside unnoticed): (1d20+30)[46] Move Silently (get inside unnoticed): (1d20+30)[41] Ardan nodded,"Wait here, I'll see if I can find (her?)."He'd begin searching the temple, heading first to the high priest's chambers (or whatever) and knocking on the door, and if not receiving an answer there, go through the rest of the temple until he found either the high priest, or someone he could ask.

Shadows of Ressina IC

A princess in peril (elf role play)

WELCOME TO DELARIAMain villiages-HEPHIATAKnown as the villiage of the light elves, this place is the sactuary for all the light elves of Delaria. The princess is known as Yoli. She is a quiet and sweet friendly elf. Everyone loves her. The king is named Sephastus. He is very kind and a good ruler. they rarely have crime here because only light elves are allowed. There are spells in place to keep the dark ones out.SNAKISONKnown as the villiage of evil and darkness Snakison is dark and depressing and full of evil dark elves. It is located on the top of a jagged cliff and very hard to get to. If you get to it don't hope for comfort because you will be sorely disappointed. It is full of crime and mercenarys. There are only dark elves located here.ELISTOMIAThe home of the elemental elves Elistomia is neutral. There are some bad guys and some good guys. It is ruled by a council of elders. They make all decisions here. It has its own legal system and rules separate from the other citys in this kingdom. ---------- RULES1) No godmodding- your elves cannot be all powerful.2) No controling other peoples characters- If you have to wait for them to reply then wait.3) You need to post at least once a day- feel free to let me know if there is something that you have coming up and you can not post.4) Follow the plot- Please try to keep your characters inside whats going on.5) Have fun fun fun!!!6) pm me your profiles and add :feesh: to prove you read the rules. ---------- PROFILE TEMPLATEMene name:Character name:Character age:City of origin:Picture:Short Bio: ---------- Mene name: Talitha001Character name: YoliCharacter age: 900City of origin: HephiataPicture:Short Bio: As the princess of Hephiata Yoli is a light elf. Her best friend/ bodyguard Tylara is the only one who knows her most intimate of secrets. Yoli has never been a fighter. She is a talented healer though. She can even bring people back to life if they have been dead for less than a day and if they did not die of natural causes.Yolis favorite thing to do is play with her animals. She collects birds. Whenever a new spiecies is discovered you know she will be the one going after it. ---------- open and accepting ^.^ still waiting for people to join ^.^ Quote: Originally Posted by Xx I-RAWR xX :feesh: Mene name: Xx I-RAWR xX Character name: Artemis Character age: 1065 City of origin: Snakison Picture: Short Bio: Artemis was born and raised in the streets of Snakison.He is cunning,fast, a flirt,sarcastic,and a trickster.He was abandoned when he was young and was brought up on the dirty streets of Snakison.Since Artemis lives in Snakison he knows how to use many weapons,anything that would defend himself against others.He knows every evil there could possibly be and for him thats "home". Quote: Originally Posted by dragonjake Mene name: dragonjake Character name: Jake Dravis Character age: 666 City of origin: elistomia Picture: Short Bio: Jake was born into a good familey, but because of his looks every-one thinks he is evil, but his mother and father know he is not evil, Jake is always being ignored by many people and he doesn't rarely speak becuase of it, he is kind and generous, but the only people who know that are the ones have spent more then 1 minute near him Quote: Originally Posted by Darkest Hour :feesh: Mene name: Darkest Hour Character name: Talianna Character age: 19 City of origin: ELISTOMIA Picture: Short Bio: Talianna was always the type to be silent but deadly.She normaly stuck with her gut feelings towards most things.Talianna is able to control wind,and hear its whispers,so on and so forth.Talianna also enjoys swimming in the rivers and creeks.Shes not exactly...ordiniary,but who is?Taliannas father and mother was never around,soon enough Talianna moved out to take care of herself and not have someone she always had to wait on.Talianna lives in a house near the woods.This helps keep her supplys up and people out. Quote: Originally Posted by Peace Warrior :feesh: Mene name: Peace Warrior Character name: Aqua Character age: 832 City of origin: Elistomia Picture: Short Bio: Aqua was born in the city of Elistomia.She can control the element of water quite well.Her great great great grandfather is part of the city council.She sometimes helps make decisions for the city.She also has a home close to the water.Aqua is sweet,bubbly,fun,smart,and adventuress girl. Artemis walked down the darl allyways of Snakison.He suddenly stopped when he felt something under his foot.Artemis looked down slowly and shook his head when he saw a bloody body."Damn.....thats the tenth one this week.....crime is getting really bad."He whispered to himself.Artemisjumped over the body and went on walking.He heard a few screams a few allies away and sighed.I need a drink.....He thought as he took a right which would quickly lead him to the bar....one of the only shops that didn't get robbed every few hours. Yoli kicked and screamed as she was dragged through the dark elf city. She was not going to be taken without a fight. She screamed for them to release her or they would pay. The dark elves ignored her and continued to drag her. Everytime they passed an elf she would plead for help but was ignored. She saw a guy walking slowly and yelled at him."Please don't let them take me to gaara. I will do anything. My father will pay you anything just please don't let this happen." Artemis stopped when he heard a girls voice directing to him.He sloley turned his head and quickly recognized the girl as the princess of Hephiata.There had been a award for her for years.Gaara had wanted her as his pet for years.Artemis didn't really care about this although he had not given a good beating to an elf in a few days.This would be an easy fight since there were only 2 dark elves dragging her.Artemis quickly looked around for anything he could use as a weapon.He smiled when he saw a steel pipe only a few inches away.Artemis quickly grabbed the pipe and ran up to the elves.He could see the shock on there faces although it didn't last that long since they where both knocked over by the pipe.He quickly held onto the pipe and grabbed the girl by the hand,pulling her up.Artimes chuckled at the dark elves who where knocked out.Without saying anything to the girl he quickly started to run,pulling her along with him.He was smart enough to know that those elfs would be up in a few minutes.As they ran through the allies he decided to have some conversation."So whats you name?"He asked. She was in a total state of shock. This dark elf had saved her. She could not beilive it."I am Yoli. I am sorry if you are in trouble now. I do not wish to be gaaras pet and my father is sure to attack your city if gaara did anything to me. I do not wish pain or hurt for anyone."She slowed down running out of breath."Why did you save me?" Artemis stopped,pulling them into a dark ....well darker then most allys.He pinned Yoli against the wall and put his finger against her lips."Be quiet....I here them coming.."He whispered.Artemis watched as the two elfs rushed past them and straight into the crowd.He waited a few minutes before stepping back and leaning against the oppisite wall."Sorry about that love.I didn't need to die today....not yet anyway."He chuckled."I didn't really save you.I was merely getting my daily thirst for blood.It was only a mere coincidence you were there."Artemis said. He kept glancing back outside every few seconds.He knew that the elfs wouldn't find them but....you can never be sure. Artemis sighed." Well you should go home.This is no place for a light elf....nor the princess of light elves for that matter."He said in a serious tone. Mene name: YueMoonCharacter name: YueCharacter age: 1000City of origin: HephiataPicture:Short Bio: Yue is the adopted brother of Princess Yoli. He was adopted when the King and Queen found out the queen couldn't have a child. So one day the King was out riding and he had fell from his horse. He had a very bad cut and this young man came to his aid. He looked at the young man and asked his name. He told the King his name is Yue. Then the King invited him to the castle where he is still to this day. Then five years later Yoli was born and they had a rightful successor. Yue was happy for his new found parents and after awhile started liking Yoli more then just his sister. Yue has the ability to heal minor wounds and fix broken bones. He can't revive the dead like Yoli, but can bring a person back from the brink of death. He also can cure magical poisons, but needs time to do so. Yue is also a skilled fighter, but only fights as a last effort. (welcome Yue. Since your new ill let it slide that you didn;t read the rules. Please go over them for me.)Yoli stared at him a moment and frowned."Like I would stay here willingly. Thanks for the help but I think I shall find my own way out now. I hope you enjoy your life of crime."She turned and started walking down the alley quickly as if with purpose. She could not beilive the nerve of some people. Artemis shook his head slowly as he heard the tone of her voice.He quickly caught up with her and blocked her path so she couldnt continue forward through the ally."Excuse me....either those elfs knocked you around a little to much or your just plain dumb.If you want to get out of Snakison then your going to need me help.....I mean...unless you want to get caught by those elfs and once again be dragged through the allys.I might not be the best person to help you but if it involves danger.....I'll glady help."He said with a smile."By the way....I wouldn't head in the direction your going.....there are some nasty wolves back there that would love a fresh meal."Artemis said. Yoli stared at him a moment. She was really getting annoyed by him. All he cared about was himself and it was annoying her."I do not need the help of a dark elf. Don't think I can not take care of myself. I am not a light elf princess for no reason. I think I can get out of here without you."She pushed at him trying to get him to get out of her way. Artemis sighed and scooted out of the way."Go ahead Princess Yoli.....although I gave you a warning.Next time your in trouble and I'm around I won't be the one saving you...."He said.Artemis looked down at the steel pipe he still had in his hand.He quickly handed it to her with a half smile."Your going to need this.....especially if your going in the direction you are..."Artemis said and started down the opposite way down the ally. She stood there glaring at him. Just what she needed to be dependant on a dark elf. She growled and followed him keeping a distance of ten yards between them. SHe would at least follow him. She left the pipe there. She did not approve of violence so she would find other ways to defend herself if needed. Artemis chuckled silently as he heard the footsteps behind him.He soon stopped when they reached the end of the ally.He quickly backed up and turned around to see Yoli.He looked her up and down and slowly shook his head."Alright....your pretty...although your an light elf.That is really bad.....especially if your in Snakison.I think I can fix that though..."He said mostly to himself.Artemis pulled out a small potion bottle from his bag."Ok I stole this from a wizard a few months ago.I don't really need it since I'm pretty dark but I think it will help you."He said putting it in her hands."Drink it. It will turn your skin darker and make you look like a dark elf.It's not permanent so don't worry.It last 12 or so hours."Artemis said. She took the potion from him and stared at it curiously. It did not look very appetising. She sighed and drank it quickly."I appreciate it and thank you for the compliment. I am sure it was so difficult for you to say that."She glanced at her hands. They had turned a darker color almost blue black. She sighed. Just what she always wanted to be a dark elf she thought sarchastically. Artemis chuckled at her words.When Yoli had completely turned black he smiled."Good now we won't get caught so easily....also we need to give you some.....wardrobe ajustments."He said and quickly wripped her bottom dress.It was a little shorter then before.He smiled when he was down wripping at her clothes.Artemis ruffled her hair some and stood back when he was finished."Very good.Now you will actually blend in with the crowd......Come on."He said taking her hand and starting down the cobble stone street.He casually walked down.He got a few stares but everyone did in Snakison so he wasent to worried about it.Artemis lowered his head and whispered in Yolis ear."Sorry I had to rip your clothing.As you can see.....thats the fashion here." She jumped when he tore her dress. It was her favorite dress to. She glared at him a moment. Then she sighed and walked with him."While I appreciate your ripping my favorite dress I do think it looks stupid. Why do you dark elves dress so wierd? I grew up being careful of what I was wearing because modesty and chastity is a prized trait."SHe looked at the other elves they passed and frowned. They were indeed all wearing ripped clothing. "Well I'm sorry Yoli but people here arent as rich.Anyone that even tries to open a shop here either gets killed or robbed.The only places that can stay in buisness are usually bars."Artemis said.He looked down at his clothing.It wasen't that bad....considering where he lived."You can stay at my place tonight.It's to late to go traveling out of the city.We can leave early tomorrow.."He said.A few minutes went by before be turned and started down a small allyway."My place isn't that far from here.Only a few more minutes and we will be there." His place? Great........He probably lives in a doorway."I would love to thanks for being so considerate. I never knew dark elves were so nice."She followed him slowly keeping as close as possible so as not to get lost. It was getting dark and she did not know her way around this place. Artemis soon stopped in front of a small shack.He had found this place empty a few weeks ago.It was a good place to sleep at and it kept him dry during storms.Artemis opened the door and stepped inside.He closed the door when he knew Yoli was with him.He let go of her hand and quickly started to set up his blankets.He rolled some up to make them pillows.When he was done he laid down and looked up at Yoli."You should get some rest.Sorry it isn't as you like but it will do for now.We have to get early...I need to get something before we head out...."He said. SHe frowned at him a moment. There was no way she was going to sleep on the ground. She was not a commoner."Um as much as I appreciate it I think I will stay up tonight. Thank you."SHe found a small box and sat down on it. She crossed her hands over her chest and stared out of a window. Artemis rolled his eyes and flipped over so he could see Yoli."Whatever floats your boat.I'm just saying when you have to walk all day I'm not the one that is going to carry you..."He said with a small chuckle.Artemis yawned and closed his eyes."Night Princess....."He whispered before falling asleep. Yoli watched him with a frown. She looked back out the window. She noticed it was raining. SHe reached up to her cheeks and felt the tears. She had been crying. SHe missed her father so much. She just wanted to go back home. She was sick of this place and she was sick of being here. She just wanted to be home again. Artemis woke to the sound of rain on the shack.He slowly opened his eyes and looked p at Yoli.He noticed tears running down her cheeks.He sighed and sat up."Look I know you don't want to be here....damn none of us do.I know your not used to sneeking trough allys and sleeping in shacks but until I get you home I promise I will try to keep you safe...so just don't cry."Artemis said in s soft tone.Although he was a dark elf believe it or not he did have a soft side. She looked at him a moment and then standing up walked over to him. She sat down next to him and put her hand on his."Thank you for your help. I promise I will pay you back."She leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.(booya kissed by a light elf princess he he now what ^.^) (( O.O....Wow.....You win.The only way I can top that is if I give her candy...and I don't think he would be carrying candy around. xD ))Artemis was shocked as to why she was kissing him.He quickly backed up,hitting his head on the broken shelf.Artemis grabbed the back of his head and groaned."Great..."He whispered.Artemis looked over at Yoli with a confused expression."Why did you do that?"He asked. Yue was just sitting in the garden playing his flute when he got the news. Two guards come to him in the garden "Prince Yue, Princess Yoli is missing. We have intel that says she is in the Dark Elf City Snakison." Yue looks at the guards "Thank you for the information. We should get an elite team to go in and rescue her. We don't want to start an uprising between the dark elves and light elves." The guards run off and Yue goes back to playing his flute and starts to the outer parts of the castle. Thinking about what he could do to help his dear sister. Yoli frowned at him a moment. She did not especially expect this kind of a reaction. SHe had always thought that boys enjoyed a kiss from a girl. In her city that was a normal reward for when someone helped her out."I apologize."She looked down at the ground frowning. THis place was so confusing. ((i could join if i have enough time to ^_^)) (ur welcome to it jake. Just pm me a profile ^.^) Artemis shook his head and scooted back over to Yoli."No I'm sorry.It was a bit suprising thats all.I didn't expect you to do that.Most people around here don't do that."He said.Artemis chuckled."Besides I didn't know you wanted me so badly.I wouldn't think the Princess of Light Elves would have a crush on a Dark Elf."Artemis said laying back down. She looked at him in a funny way for a moment and then laughed."I do not have a crush. I was just thanking you. Where I come from thats how a lady thanks a guy. How do dark elves thank each other?"She leaned in closer to him curious as to what he would say. ((how long does the bio have to be?)) (not long. At least some basics on your character. I dont like long bios.) ((ok, im just making my character, where is every one else's characters?)) (yoli and Artemis are in the dark elf city and yues character is in a field I think) ((well, what should i post :S mabey my guy could walk up to yoli and Artemis since im making him look evil (but hes not))) (well its nighttime and they are in Artemises house) ((owwww... well im stuck now :()) (well you could just post in and perhaps someone will find you.) ((but like what? :cry: any ideas will be helpful)) (idk something jake. just like walk around or be stalking through alleys or maybe mug someone lol) ((but Jake is a good guy :S)) Artemis raised a eyebrow at her question."Well if you think beating someone over the head and taking there money,or maybe robbing your friends store is a good way to thank someone then we do it all the time."He said with a chuckle. Artemis smile slowly faded."People don't greet nor thank anyone here. This is hell sweety."He said closing his eyes. She sighed. There was no point to be in a place like this. She just wanted to go home. She was tired of the illmannered people who treated her badly and to think they did not even thank each other properly."I really hope that you will stay in my city after we leave. I know they will treat you good as soon as they find out what you did." Artemis shook his head."I stay in your city.Yoli.......i'm a dark elf if you haden't noticed and the last time I checked if a dark elf is spotted around Hephiata they get sent to the dungeon."He said turning so he was on his side."The only place I can actually live is in this place...."He whispered.A soft smile spread across his lips."Besides....after I get you back to Hephiata you woudn't need me anymore."Artemis said with a light chuckle. (Yue is in the castle area in a garden of some kind.) She stared at him. This was something that he would ever understand. She laid down on her back and looked up at the top of the building. She looked back over at him and frowned."Everyone I live around would welcome you to open arms. We are forgiving unlike the people who live here. Besides I would not have even invited you unless I wanted you to be there with me. We do not ignore dark elves anymore. We appreciate everyone for all of their qualities. There are indeed a few who would probably ignore a lot about you but not me and not my father. We are a nice people. You just have never met them before." Artemis nudged her gently in the shoulder."Alright alright Princess.I get it.Now how about we go to sleep before it's already time to wake up."He said.Artemis closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless slumber.-------Next Morning--------As usual Artemis woke to gunshots.He quickly sat up and gently shook Yoli."Hey Princess....we need to get up now..."he whispered. Yoli fell asleep quickly and had horrible nightmears. She woke to loud noises and being poked and prodded. She looked up at Artemis."Whats going on?" She asked sleepily. Artemis chuckled."Oh nothing.Just another day in Snakison."He said.Artemis grabbed her hand and pulled her up."Come on...We have to get going.I still need to see that wizard so we can get down the mountain."He said.Artemis quietly walked over to the door and opened it,checking down the ally before looking back at Yoli."Alright Princess...it's safe. Come on..."He whispered. Yoli stood up and took his hand. She followed behind him."A magician? Why are we going there and what do you mean this is a normal day. Where I come from this is very unusual." Yue still worried about his sister wandered the castle and tried to figure out some thing he could do. The fact that she was in the dark elf city worried him greatly, and he knew on his own he wouldn't be much help. So after thinking about he went to his father to talk. "Father the news of Princess Yoli being kidnapped worries me. I wish I could do something to help but there doesn't seem like much I can do by myself. I just hope for her safe return, it's just I have never really heard of dark elves being nice. Lets just hope she is okay and found someone that would be willing to help her."The king looks at his son and just says "You already seem to know what you want to do, so don't worry about it everything will turn out just fine." Artemis chuckled."Well hearing a few gunshots and screams is nothing out of the usual and the reason I have to visit a wizard is because we need some transporation down the cliff.I really don't want to climb all the way down....so the next best thing is to fly."He said with a smile.Artemis shook his head when he finally noticed that the potion Yoli drank had warn off.He would also have to buy a few of those as well.Thank goodness he had robbed a few places before he had met Yoli.Artemis grabbed a large torn blanket and wrapped it around her head."This should help keep you face hidden."He whispered.Artemis took her hand and quickly left the small shack and exited the allyway.The wizard was only a few blocks and as long as they stayed with the crowd and Yoli kept her head down everything should go just peachy. Yoli sighed and put the blanket on her head and followed him slowly. She was not thrilled about this but it was better than getting caught and raped. She continued to walk slowly down the path hoping that no one would notice her. Talianna walked threw the woods gracefully.Her face was smooth without emotion.The wind fluttered her hair and made her smile enjoying its soft words whispering in her ear.Talianna followed a path that lead to a creek.Talianna bent down by the creek and cuped her hands and drank some water.She stoped for a moment.'Quiet..'Talianna muttered as she continued to sip the water from her cuped hands. Artemis held Yolis hand as they traveled through the crowd of dark elves.When he finally reached a small shop labeled "Magic" He quickly entered the shop with Yoli.A small,old man stood quickly when he heard the small bell,indicating the shop door was opened."Whatcha need"The wizard said in a low,gruff voice.Artemis let go of Yolis hand and walked up to the counter."I need two witches brooms and 3 darkening potions."He said in a serious tone.The wizards raised his eyebrow."Boy you know that costs over 5k.....unless you have that money then you should really think of something...."The wizard quickly stopped when Artemis brought out to large bags of gold."I believe this should cover the costs."He said with a smrik.The wizard smiled and shuffled to the back of the store and quickly brought out the two brooms and 3 potions.Here ya Go sonny"He said. As Aqua was in the middle of her daily swim in the near by creek, she gasped for breath as she arose from the water. Aqua spotted another person on the other side she was bent down beside the creek. Aqua approached her and asked "who are you ?"... Aqua was very curious about who this person was, she had never seen her before. This was very strange since she knew almost everyone in Elistoma. Yue looked at his father and said "Sire I am gonna go out and think in my favorite spot. You know the one near the creek. If you need me I will be there for now." Yue just needed to clear his mind and this was the place he most often went to when he needed to think. The creek wasn't far so he made it there quickly, then sat under a tree and started playing his flute. The song he played filled the air with an enchanted and peaceful sound. Birds and other animals started to stir a little and come near Yue to see what he was doing. Yue felt so at peace here in the forest. Taliannas eyes gracefully moved to the girls face.'Hello,I am Talianna,who are you?'Talianna spoke softly as the wind brushed against her skin informing of her of a near by person.Talianna sighed softly and stared at the girl in the water while twirling the wind around her finger trying to keep it occupied. Yoli watched him handle the seemingly mean wizards with a frown. It had never occured to her that anyone would be so willing to be nice to someone who seemed so mean."You are brave." She told him softly. Yue's music fills the surrounding area for everyone to hear. The woods around him almost seem to come to life with the playing of his flute. The tree's start almost dancing to the music as he continues to play. Unaware to him this was his fathers favorite spot to play his flute and also the place where Yue's mother had met his father. This place felt like his home and he didn't know why, but just kept playing because that is when he was his happiest. Still reflecting on what to do about his sister being kidnapped, Yue drifts into an almost trance like state. The music had completely affected him and he was lost to it's enchanting melody. Artemis smiled and quickly took the objects from the wizard.He held the two witches broom with one hand and had the three potions in his bag. "Thanks."He said and walked back to Yoli.He gave her a wink and smiled."You bet I am."Artemis said with a chuckle before taking her hand and walking back out.Artemis quickly skipped the crowd and started to walk down the back ally.It would take 30 minutes walking to get to the edge of Snakison.He looked down at Yoli then brought his gaze back up to the dark ally. " So Princess.....have you ever riden a witches broom before?"He asked a bit curios to what she would say. As Aqua summands the water to push her gracefully to the edge of the creek she notice that the girl had answered her question. Aqua is taken to the very edge of the creek and is left there . Aqua walked over to the girl and sat down beside her. Aqua dangled her toes in the water and then large waves crashed along the ridged rocks . Aqua said in a bubbly tone 'My name is Aqua'. Talianna smirked.'Not to be rude,but do you hear music?'Talianna said as she stood and looked back into the trees.She couldn't see a thing.'Do you want to search for it with me?'Talianna asked in a soft tone. Aqua listen intently as she hears a soft whisper of a lovely and lively music.Aqua thought to herself i wonder who that could be.Aqua reply's to with a smirk"Yeah lets go investigate that". Yue still just off in his own world continues to play his song. Birds start to land on his hand and sing along with the melody, as if they knew the song. Other animals start to gather around him as he plays. Enthralled by the melodic playing of Yue's flute, it's almost like nature is in tune with him. Unaware to him, his playing is being enhanced by his natural magic of being able to control wood. His flute which he had found here after he had found out his parents had been killed. He figured it to be of a wood element elf due to it's fine craftsmanship. It almost felt like it was magical it's self, and little to his knowledge it was magical and had belonged to his father. Talianna nodded and started walking into the woods.She followed the wind spirits listening as they whispered in her ear.Talianna did nothing but listen until she saw a boy leaning against a tree and playing his flute.Talianna smiled from the sweet sound.'Your music is wonderful..Talianna said softly to herself as she sat down in a complete daze from the music. Yue still playing his music noticed a slightly different presence. He opened his eyes to see an elf girl sitting listening to him. He continued to play, but now was not just playing for himself, but this new found person, who was lost in the music he was making. The wind spirits danced and spluttered threw Taliannas hair as if dancing.Taliannas eyes softened as she listened to the wonderful music.It was completely different from most of the music she heard when others played the flute.Talianna couldn't help but be traped in a daze as he played. Yue notices the wind spirits and starts playing a certain way, as if he is communicating with them. He tells them "Tell her that I would like to know her name. Tell her to speak it so I can hear her." As he continues to play for her, hoping she is enjoying the music as much as he is willing to play it. Talianna tilted her head as the spirits twisted around in her ear whispering her message.She shooed them off and spoke.'My name is Talianna,my friend is abit behind but...what is your name?'Talianna asked taking great interest.Most of the time no one ever noticed the wind.She wondered how he could even see them,but she just watched him,her expression blank. Yue still playing his music as the tone changed slightly again, he tells the wind spirits "I am Yue, and I live in Hephiata. It is nice to meet you Talianna, I hope we can be friends." Yue doesn't ever stop as he does this and still lost in the sound of his flute. Thinking to himself "She is very pretty, I would like to get to know her better first." Talianna nodded.'Nice to meet you.Talianna spoke softly geting more and more into a daze as he played his flute.Talianna blocked out the wind and for the first time her head clouded with thoughts,such a huge haz that she was able to block out all the images the wind had touched and was trying to bring back to her for 'show and tell.' Looking over at Talianna, Yue realized she was totally lost in the feeling of his music. Wondering if he should stop so he could get to know her a little better might be nice. So he slowly stops his music to speak with her. Not to surprise her quiet yet he doesn't stop right away but lets his music fade off a little at a time. This is to allow her to come back from the feeling. Now looking at her and almost stopped he asks "So how did you like my music Talianna in a soft and gentle voice. Taliannas head soon cleared.'Ah.'Talianna muttered as her head pulsed when the wind gave her a nice wake up call.'Your music is very lovely,how did you learn to play so well?'Talianna asked as she sat up straight and her features remained emotionless. "I just started playing and got good at it. I had found this flute right after my parents had died and from that day on have been playing here. I don't really understand why I am so good, but I am starting to believe that this flute has magical properties to it. I've heard of elves that can use the elements. I think this may have been used by an elf that used wood elements. If you look at the flute you can tell it wasn't carved, but formed this way, cause there is no carving makes like a hand made flute would have." Talianna stared at the flute for a moment.'I see what you mean.Talianna said softly admiring its hand work then she turned her eyes back to him.She sighed softly wondering how far behind her friend was,Talianna decied not too far and she hoped her aqua would catch up soon. "So where are you from Talianna?" looking at her with a smile. "You look like you are thinking about something!" Yue looks at her hoping she don't mind him asking. Jake walked alone a pathway while nothing but his arrows and bow "well, i should nearly be there" he mumbled to himself as he stroled down the path "this is taking for ever" he moaned, but soon there it was, the city called Snakison "wow, this place really does look evil" he gasped as he saw how terrifying, he started to walk up the clif and about a hour later he was at the gates of Snakison She smiled and said "No not ever. Light elves usually ride on magical auras. I can't right now because only my dad can conjure it for me."She felt tears as she thought about her dad. She missed and loved him so much. Jake walked upto the gates of Snakison "wow, this is awesome" he muttered and the gaurds aimed the weapons at him and began yelling at him to stop "wow, ok" he said as he dropped his bow "so much for 'go to Snakison, you can get in and get some stuff we need from there'" he thought as the gaurds began searching him and yelling at him not to move Artemis smiled."Well then you will definatly have a fun time then.It might be hard to get used to but after a few minutes of flying you get the hang of it pretty quick."He said with a small chuckle.Artemis suddenly remembered the days when he was just a small child.One day he stole and old witches broom to try and escape from Snakison.Although he didn't get to far since there had been a spell on it which brought the broom right back to it's owner if ever stolen.Artemis snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed Yoli eyes start to water."Hey did I say something? I promised I would get you back to your home so don't cry OK."He said with a half smile. Talianna grinned.'I cant remeber sadly,after I learned how to speak to the wind it changed me.'Talianna said not having one memory of her parents or how young she use to be when she lost them.Talianna sighed.'More like,what are you thinking about?Talianna said with a laugh.Humor sparked against her eyes like a live match set to wood ready to be flamed. Aqua walks up to Talianna and sits down quietly. Aqua saw the man playing the flute. "who are you"? Aqua paused and waited for his response. Looks at Aqua "I am Yue, it is a pleasure to meet you both. I was thinking about my sister. She has been kidnapped and I really want to help her, but she is in Snakison, so I don't dare go there alone. That would be suicide for sure." looking at Talianna and Aqua. Talianna smirked.Traveling..would be fun.'Perhaps we could all go?Talianna said.Talianna paused and waited for his anwser. Aqua smirked that would be a good idea I've never traveled without my grandfather before.Aqua looked up at yue and said yes i think it would be best if we all traveled to Snakison . "It is a hard job, if you are willing to help we can go back to the castle and you can talk to the King directly. My father will be willing to pay you for your services, for saving his only daughter Princess Yoli." Talianna nodded.'Well,lets get a move on.'Talianna said with a easy going smile as she got up and waited for the other two to rise.Talianna hoped that this would be a easy trip,it proably wouldn't be but it was worth the try. Aqua stood up to follow talianna she waited a second for yue. As Aqua waited she could feel the wind across her face as it gentlly touched her cheek. Aqua also heard the still large waves crashing in the background. Looking at them both motioned for them to follow him to the castle. Once there Yue went to his fathers private chambers to talk with him and brought Talianna and Aqua with him. Yue looked at his father and said "Sire these ladies would like to assist in the return of Princess Yoli, I also plan to help them with this mission. We will need supplies to make it there and if possible a faster route to the dark elf city." The King looks at his son and says "Prince Yue I commend you on your drive and passion, I will grant you the provision you will need. There is also something I would like to tell you in private after we are done here. As for you young ladies of Elistomia. I will pay you for your services and aid you in any way you will need. For now think this over and I would like to talk with my son." Talianna smiled and bowed her head.Then Talianna slipped her hand into Aqua's and walked out into the hallway with her.'Once hes out here,lets inform him we need to go pack so we can go together. If thats okay with you?'Talianna said in a soothing velvet voice,her eyes flickering with excitment. Yoli looked at him and jumping into his arms gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek."Ever since I was kidnapped you have been the nicest guy to me and I can not get over that. You are just so sweet." A small blush rose to his cheek when he felt the kiss on his cheek.He quickly snapped out of it and glared down at Yoli. "You really need to stop suprising me with hugs and kisses! "He shouted angrily.....although he didn't think it would give off alot of anger since he was still blushing.Kaden turned back to the ally."Just warn me before you do that again...."He whispered. "Yue I need to tell you something about your parents, that no one has every told you. Your father was a wood element elf. His name was Eladamri. If you haven't noticed you can control wood objects with magic. This is a power that was passed to you by your father, and you have also noticed that you can heal people, which was a power both your mother and father could use very well. I wanted to tell you this so that you could use your powers to find your sister and to help those young ladies better." Yue looked at his father and said "Thank you sire, I have also found that I can speak with wind spirits with my flute. I to figured that this flute was made by a wood element elf, and seems I was right. I must have been my fathers then. I will use this information to help aid in finding my sister." Yue then walks out to join Talianna and Aqua to get ready for this mission. Talianna looked to yue.'Can we have a meeting point so Aqua and I can get our things together?'Talianna said as the excitment remained dorment behind her eyes.Taliannas voice was soft and controled. ((Sorry,brainfart.^^; )) ((whats been going on)) ((Basically with the elemental elfs there with Yue who is the kings 'son' and we'er geting premition to go to snakision or w/e to help the princess.Now we'er waiting for yues reply because Talianna and Aqua are in the hallway in the palace waiting for him to come out so the two can go and get there things together.^^; )) ((oh ok)) Yoli frowned when he yelled at her but then smiling she stood next to him put her arms around his neck and grinned."I am going to kiss you."SHe leaned forward and gave him a hard kiss on the lips. "Sure, lets make the spot we meet to be the meeting spot. That seems like the best spot to meet. Lets meet at day break so we can get there get this over with right away. See you later then." Kaden eyes widened at her words.He tried to stop her but suddenly he felt her lips on his.Kaden was to shocked to move.Was this just another one of those "things" light elves do? He was actually quite suprised at how much strength she was putting into the kiss.He kissed her back light thinking it was just another one of those light elf thing.He unwrapped her arms from his neck and gave her a small smile. "You light elves are so odd with you strange ways of thanking people."He said with a small chuckle. She grinned at him."So tell me how this broomstick stuff works. I really want to go home so bad."She stood next to him waiting patiently for him to explain how they were going to get home. Talianna nodded.'Alright.'She said and then looked to Aqua.'Do you want to come with me and we go get our things together?'Talianna asked as she smoothed her own hair out of her face. Kaden chuckled.'Well first we have to get to the side of the cliff before I can show you.The end it just down this ally....believe me.I know every inch of Snakison."He said taking her hand and starting to run down the ally.The soon come to the end of the ally.Instead of dead end as allies usually end in there was wide open space.Kaden stared out then looked down the cliff.He gave out a low whistle before looking back at Yoli."Alright.All you ready to learn?"He asked. She jumped up laughing."I can not wait this is gonna be so fun."(sorry crappy day. My heads not working love.) Aqua replied with extreme confusion yes. Aqua grabbed Talianna hand and started walking away . Aqua was very excited about the trip but scared at the same time. Aqua had only seen the good in everyone . Aqua looked up to see the light blue sky and the dusty clouds rolling across . Aqua hurried up till she got to her house . Aqua grabbed a large green suitcase. For the next 5 minutes aqua was scrabbling around trying to gather her things. Aqua closed the suit case and stood up she rolled the now heavy suitcase out the door. Aqua went back to the kitchen . She slowly wrote a letter to her grandfather it was saying that she was leaving and the reason why. Aqua sealed the letter and stuck it under a glass cup. Aqua looked at the house and said her good byes. Aqua then walked out the front door and stood by Talianna. Talianna smiled.'Ready?Talianna asked as she started walking into the dense woods near the direction of her house.She did not have much to say but she pretty much just wanted to hurry up and get packing done and over with.Talianna slipped into her house and ran to her bedroom.There was only one item she needed to carry and that was her mothers neckless.Talianna always had it with her whenever she went on long journeies such as this one.Talianna tied it around her neck and walked out.'Lets go.'Talianna said as she walked along side Aqua heading back to the meeting spot. (( It's fine. Totally understand. ^^ I hope your day gets better. * huggles * ))Artemis chuckled."Sure it will.How about you watch me before you try it.I don't need you falling off the broom...that would be very messy...."He said,whispering the last part to himself.Artemis quickly cleared his head and put the broom between his legs.He never actually rode one of these things.....only stole them but he didn't think Yoli needed to know that.Artemis backed up a bit then burst into a run,flying off the cliff.Although he thought that would be a good idea he was now falling in mid-air.He closed his eyes and quickly started to picture himself flying.He suddenly felt himself stop and start to levitate in the air.Artemis smiled."Yes!"He shouted.He spun the broom around and flew back up to the top of the cliff where he saw Yoli still standing there."Alright do what I just did but actually picture yourself flying before you run off the cliff...."Artemis said with a nervous chuckle. (everthing suddenly got better ^.^ )Yoli watched him gasping and crawling to the edge of the cliff when she saw him fall. She smiled when he flew back to her. "YOu scared me half to death you know."She straddled her broom and closed her eyes picturing herself flying as she stepped off the edge of the cliff. She could feel a slight breeze and when she opened her eyes she was levitating at cliff level. She grinned. This was fun. Yue then goes back to the meeting spot and just waits for Talianna and Aqua to arrive. He starts to play his flute, with what he has learned feels more at home here now then he ever did before. Then Yue wonders about his sister and hopes she is okay. Talianna and Aqua soon made it to the meeting spot.She watched as Yue played his flute.It was amazing at how good he was at playing the wood instrument. Then again,he could be a wood elf.'Ready?'Talianna said softly looking back at the two. Kaden chuckled nervously. "Sorry....that was kinda my first time riding a broom.Your doing great though."He said with a smile and a thumbs up. "Alright now that we got the jist of the riding thing and haning on now we just have to get down the cliff....if you could Princess....just follow me."Kaden said turning around.He tilted her broom downwards.They needed to get down the mountain and this was the only way to do it.He held on tightly to his broom as he dove down. She positioned her broom to follow him. Her face was lit up. She would see her father soon and it made her so happy. "Yes lets get going, It will take a little bit but we should be there by midday. I will warn you there is going to be some dark elves on the way. They may attack us so if you don't mind a little fight then you should be fine. Are you ready Auqa, and I can see that Talianna is ready. So lets go." Yue says looking at the two of them. Aqua lifts her head and nods ever so slightly.Will i be strong enough to fight the dark elves Aqua thought to herself. Kaden looked back only a few times to see is Yoli was still following.When the ground started to get clearer he pulled up,not wanting to crash land on the gorund.He quickly slowed his pace as he rode just above the tree tops.This area was the forest region.Not owned by anyone exept mother earth.Many traveled through here to get to the cities but none lived in these parts.He looked over to Yoli since she was now by his side,since he had slowed his pace alot during his thoughts. "So what do you think about flying?"He asked with curiosity in his tone.

A princess in peril (elf role play)

Apocaleptika_ Rise of the technology (Subplot Recruitment)

The in character thread (#msg16328024)Character Name Status Player Last LocationLuna HardtActiveEsotericaWarehouse 69LucasActiveKBWarehouse 69Melissa BlumbergInactiveKathyanFutanari Vampire Hunter's EstateNathan WarnerInactiveEsotericaLos Vegas (Sunset Motel)Ciel LosnedahlInactiveKathyanLos Vegas (Sunset Motel)EveInactiveNaiahSanta Monica (Mental Hospital)Chapter two will pick up with everyone exiting the Prison Dormitory area and exploring the new world now that Technology has been unleashed upon the city of Apocaleptika. The chart above lists the last status and location of all characters in this subplot. Chapter Two will be continuing in another thread, with Luna Hardt and Lucas the Wolf Shifter relocating to a place in Apocaleptika called Warehouse 69. Everyone else must contact me about where and how to renter the plot."Pentex Incorporated is a Technology based company in the city of Apocaleptika. It's owner, the executive Dr. Vincent 'Venom' Price, has begun doing illegal experiments out of his lab, using paid volunteers as well as kidnapped individuals for the so called progress of mankind.Deep in the lab, sitting locked in cells, are those who were unfortunate enough to be failed experiments. Monsters, mutants, the insane, the dying. I was not one of them. My experiment was a success.I can see in the dark now, but I better keep these sunglasses on because my eyes are now a very flashy unnatural red. I can move faster than the eye can see. Something about the genetic editing with Cheetah and Vampire DNA.Now I am free, and I used the master key to the cells in the lab to set free everyone that did not frankly scare the hell out of me based on what Dr. Venom did to them.I am going to continue to seek out others like me. The Forsaken, and together we are going to seek out the Good Doctor and make him pay for what he did to us." Luna Hardt, Tech Hunter and resident of the city of Apocaleptika.When creating a character specifically for the Apocaleptika, Rise of the Technology subplot, if you want to play someone experimented on by Dr. Venom or Pentex Incorporated, you will give a Human character two Otherkin powers by way of the use of Technology, thus making them Technocrats (Tech Enhanced) for this story. Human and Otherkin characters are also permitted. Note that if you remove these two powers the character can be used in other subplots as a fully human individual. Will be having Melissa Blumberg participating in this thread. The two abilities she will gain for this plot will reflect an awakening of her vampiric genes and will be:Command: Whenever Melissa says something with emphasis she forces her listener to obey her. She might activate this ability without realizing.Domination: Melissa develops a domination stare that allows her to gain control over some she fixes her gaze at. If her stare is reflected back at her she will be dominated instead. Quote from: Kathyan on 21-10-2022, 23:55:02Will be having Melissa Blumberg participating in this thread. The two abilities she will gain for this plot will reflect an awakening of her vampiric genes and will be:Command: Whenever Melissa says something with emphasis she forces her listener to obey her. She might activate this ability without realizing.Domination: Melissa develops a domination stare that allows her to gain control over some she fixes her gaze at. If her stare is reflected back at her she will be dominated instead.Thank you Kat. This use of these powers is accepted for this subplot. I will be having my human hunter Luna Hardt will get two abilities from genetic editing with Cheetah DnA and Vampire DnA and making her a Tech Hunter.Hyper Reflexes: the ability to dodge bullets and other projectiles.Augmented senses: Raise one of your senses to supernatural levels. Her eyes will be red from the genetic editing and she will have super speed. Nathan Warner is going to be transformed too. He will have mechanical wings of metallic gold that allow for flight along with modified Angel DnA.Wings: This character has the ability to sprout a pair of retractable wings. The appearance is up to the player.Night vision: The ability to see clearly in total darkness from the Angel DnA So I have this idea I would like to share about where the plot is going to be going to those considering jumping into it.I am going to create a 'Technologically Modified Squad of Bounty Hunters and Assassins for this plot. They are going to be under the control of Doctor Venom. My intention is not for Doctor Venom to come out directly, at least not at first, but to use his significant other, a genetically manipulated woman to run the Hit Squad and collect people for his experiments and to hunt down those who have escaped them to either regain control of or destroy them.I am going to open up the possibility of making characters for this Hit Squad. Which is going to be referred to simply as 'The Squad' in social circles that appear within this game.The other option is to play someone who is opposing the Squad or someone who has escaped it. Otherkin can only be a part of 'the Squad' if they have a collar or other device that is used to control them. Otherwise squad members would be Technologically Enhanced Humans. Wanted to add Ciel Losnedahl to this plot too, she'll go for the time freeze and antigravity abilities. She is an Otherkin hunter that works for the fae so she can convinced to work for doctor Venom too.A reminder that the deFEMders can be targeted by hunters. They'll play defense since they don't want to harm humansAnd wanted to offer Ingegerd Frei too, she could be hunted down and forced to help doctor Venom. She would definitively want to help subjects so they don't suffer from trauma or other psychological aftereffects Oh those sound like some cool ideas for how you can get into this plot. I accept your offers of tributes. I will get back with you more on this later as I am currently answering messages early and need to have buckets more of coffee. Perhaps an IV drip. Straight to the vein. Reporting fordutyexperimentation! Quote from: Naiah on 30-10-2022, 01:03:19Reporting for duty experimentation!Cackles like a madman and gets to work. (Welcome I look forward to getting this story going soon and your girls will definitely add to the game) I'm moving this character here from the private messages. As discussed, I added details to the connections (copying them from the background). And I added two missing abilities (lightning strike and unnatural speed)Lucas (shifter)( Claim: Hugh JackmanLucasAge: Mid thirtiesSpecies: shifterGender: maleSexuality: heteroHeight: 6'3''Demeanor: neutralNature: darkHumanity: nonePlace of Birth: CanadaEthnicity: CanadianCitizenship(s): CanadianCurrent Residence: small warehouse in industrial part of ApocalepticaWealth: low classEducation: middle schoolOccupation: fighter in an underground ringAffiliations: TODOGeneral Description:Tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular, often unshaven. He wears cheap and simple clothing. He likes leather jackets. Dogs and cats dislike his scent. He has a barcode tattoo on the back of his neck, courtesy of Dr. Price. Lucas speaks with a slight Canadian accent.Personality:Short-tempered, passionate, remorseful. He doesn't remember much before the experiments at Pentex Inc. labs.Psychological Quirks:He occasionally remembers small things from his youth. Often in dreams or high-stress situations.Likes: strong alcohol, sleeping during the day, being active at night, nineteen-thirties musicDislikes: animals, mostly because they dislike his scentSexuality: Lucas has flashes of memories of involuntarily transforming into a werewolf during sexual intercourse. He now avoids intercourse and is a voyeur (might change in the future).Ons/Offs: see KB's Ons and offs (#msg15946587)Backstory: Lucas doesn't remember much before being the subject of experiments at Dr. Price's labs. Price was trying to use Lucas' regeneration ability to increase the survivability of other subjects through blood and marrow transplants. Lucas had escaped when Luna Hardt infiltrated the labs. Luna had provided Lucas with a fake driver's license and a place to stay at the edge of the city.Occupation:He sometimes fights for money in an underground fight ring. He isn't above taking a loss for a bonus.Major Mundane Skills: (Maximum 4)Hand-to-hand combatWilderness survivalClimbingHandyman: small household repairsWeaknesses:silverwitch bloodvampire’s bitemoon madnessShifter base abilities:animal shifting: wolfsupernatural sense: smellSupernatural Abilities:monstrous shifting: werewolfnight visionrabid frenzyherculean strengthimproved regenerationpain tolerancelightning strikeunnatural speed (an ability to wield super speed far beyond other Shifters)Connections:Dr. Vincent PriceDr. Price is running experiments on Otherkin at Pentex Inc labs. Price was trying to use extract Lucas' for his regeneration ability to increase the survivability of other test subjects, using blood and bone marrow transplants.Luna HardtLuna Hardt infiltrated Pentex labs and released a number of involuntary test subjects from captivity, Lucas among them. Luna later provided Lucas with a fake driver's license and a place to stay at the edge of the city. Quote from: KB on 30-10-2022, 21:59:12I'm moving this character here from the private messages. As discussed, I added details to the connections (copying them from the background). And I added two missing abilities (lightning strike and unnatural speed)Lucas (shifter)( Claim: Hugh JackmanLucasAge: Mid thirtiesSpecies: shifterGender: maleSexuality: heteroHeight: 6'3''Demeanor: neutralNature: darkHumanity: nonePlace of Birth: CanadaEthnicity: CanadianCitizenship(s): CanadianCurrent Residence: small warehouse in industrial part of ApocalepticaWealth: low classEducation: middle schoolOccupation: fighter in an underground ringAffiliations: TODOGeneral Description:Tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular, often unshaven. He wears cheap and simple clothing. He likes leather jackets. Dogs and cats dislike his scent. He has a barcode tattoo on the back of his neck, courtesy of Dr. Price. Lucas speaks with a slight Canadian accent.Personality:Short-tempered, passionate, remorseful. He doesn't remember much before the experiments at Pentex Inc. labs.Psychological Quirks:He occasionally remembers small things from his youth. Often in dreams or high-stress situations.Likes: strong alcohol, sleeping during the day, being active at night, nineteen-thirties musicDislikes: animals, mostly because they dislike his scentSexuality: Lucas has flashes of memories of involuntarily transforming into a werewolf during sexual intercourse. He now avoids intercourse and is a voyeur (might change in the future).Ons/Offs: see KB's Ons and offs (#msg15946587)Backstory: Lucas doesn't remember much before being the subject of experiments at Dr. Price's labs. Price was trying to use Lucas' regeneration ability to increase the survivability of other subjects through blood and marrow transplants. Lucas had escaped when Luna Hardt infiltrated the labs. Luna had provided Lucas with a fake driver's license and a place to stay at the edge of the city.Occupation:He sometimes fights for money in an underground fight ring. He isn't above taking a loss for a bonus.Major Mundane Skills: (Maximum 4)Hand-to-hand combatWilderness survivalClimbingHandyman: small household repairsWeaknesses:silverwitch bloodvampire’s bitemoon madnessShifter base abilities:animal shifting: wolfsupernatural sense: smellSupernatural Abilities:monstrous shifting: werewolfnight visionrabid frenzyherculean strengthimproved regenerationpain tolerancelightning strikeunnatural speed (an ability to wield super speed far beyond other Shifters)Connections:Dr. Vincent PriceDr. Price is running experiments on Otherkin at Pentex Inc labs. Price was trying to use extract Lucas' for his regeneration ability to increase the survivability of other test subjects, using blood and bone marrow transplants.Luna HardtLuna Hardt infiltrated Pentex labs and released a number of involuntary test subjects from captivity, Lucas among them. Luna later provided Lucas with a fake driver's license and a place to stay at the edge of the city.He looks great now, and I don't see any issues. Can you go ahead and post him to the Character Roster page containing all Apocaleptika characters? I have someone that told me she is in the middle of working on a character so it is my intention to give her a little bit of time before I begin my subplot. I also need to do some GM planning to get things in order. But it shouldn't be too much longer. Hopefully everyone has a clearer picture of what is happening with that last post. Sorry for any confusion. edit: I need everyone to hold up for a moment on the Rise of the Technology. I need to make some edits to the post to make it work. So please hold tight. Thanks Take things easy, Luna doesn't have to be one replying to everything. Hugs ;) Thanks dear. I got this. :) I have finally finished the last post and am ready for replies. Thanks for your patience. I am getting confused here.Could we please not tag everyone participating unless the characters are actually referring to them?What Lucas did, is he referring to Ciel or to some random npc?Has Luna gathered with everyone else already? If so why are the nurses so calm? I have to admit I am a lil confused too. Now I know our "powers dont work on all and some will be immune, but Eve is now in contact with 6 people and only 1 was affected? I am 100% fine with them all being immune, but some kind of recognition that they were would help me :) Also KB just manhandled my character (with my permission) and again, no acknowledgement? Again I dont want to sound like a bitch, I promise I am not one! But surely that would have been noted? While I get we cant incorperate everything, if we leave everything out then what is the point of us posting? :SAlso where did the two others come from? They break in from the outside? I modified the post tags as requested. Lucas had grabbed and held Eve against the wall in sight of other characters (after she "blasted him with a massive burst of lust"). You sure you don't want to be a bitch, Naiah?... My bitch of course lol :PAnyway, again I bring up the tagging issue. Eve mentioned she released a massive burst of lust to two people, but who are them? I thought they were supposed to be two npc as in my head Luna and Melissa have just broke in, beating up guards and stuff while the rest are still inside. Quote from: Kathyan on 07-11-2022, 01:07:03You sure you don't want to be a bitch, Naiah?... My bitch of course lol :PAnyway, again I bring up the tagging issue. Eve mentioned she released a massive burst of lust to two people, but who are them? I thought they were supposed to be two npc as in my head Luna and Melissa have just broke in, beating up guards and stuff while the rest are still inside.Ok I have to admit, I did not have the best introduction to this game. We started with Luna's post, and it did not have a ton of details. I have to admit I am a little out of practice with this GM thing and I apologize. Let me explain where my head was with this.My thoughts were. The characters all began in the cells in that picture I showed right here:( they got out of the cells, I pictured them as being in that general recreational area in the middle of that room, or coming in from another ward in the halls outside.I did not think that Melissa and Luna saw the altercation between Lucas and Eve. It was my understanding that they walked in right after this happened.I did operate under the assumption that the power only affected Lucas. I thought Lucas was the one she directed the power towards. It was not meant to ignore this, it was a misunderstanding about who it was directed towards.Better Tags and descriptions would help I think. From everyone here, as there was a lot going on obviously and it is easily to get lost if Tags and descriptions are not done well.So there was no intention to ignore what went down, we just did not think that our characters had actually witnessed it to be affected by it. Quote from: Kathyan on 07-11-2022, 01:07:03You sure you don't want to be a bitch, Naiah?... My bitch of course lol :PAnyway, again I bring up the tagging issue. Eve mentioned she released a massive burst of lust to two people, but who are them? I thought they were supposed to be two npc as in my head Luna and Melissa have just broke in, beating up guards and stuff while the rest are still inside.Anytime ;PWhen I wrote my post the only ones I was interacting with was Lucas and Luna. Luna wrote that she was in a hallway, so Lucas then wrote he was following Luna and I followed up with that, which is why we were all in a hallway or so I thought :PJust rereading it, Luna is breaking IN? With Melissa? Ok I think I am way more confused now.And no need to apologise, group games are frigging hard to run And no worries, I think we all got confused a little bit to some degree. ^^ Ok. So I think the next thing we need to do is place our characters, so that everyone knows exactly where all the characters are so that we all know how to interact with each other.Luna was meant to come from the right side of that picture, from a cell that is not pictured in the picture but that is there. See where the picture is cut off and you cannot see the hallway from there? So Melissa is right behind her or right at her side. Correct me if I am wrong Kat.The Hostess is on the TV in the center of this room where all the lunch tables and whatnot are.The Hostess is not in the room. Just to be clear, she is on a Monitor somewhere else in the building talking to everyone.The guards would have come in through that back door. Basically unlocking the door and walking into the lunch area where I assume at this point everyone would be.So at this point, I think everyone is gathered in that room where all the tables are? Am I right about where we intend our characters to be standing and placed? So Luna did not free Lucas and is not in a hallway (or is in a hallway)? I did not have Luna free anyone no. His intro, Lucas was just wandering around aimlessly and it was not made clear where he was.But it appears he meant to have run into Luna right there in that room.(Its not supposed to be a hallway but a dining room by the way. Let me change the wording of my post to reflect that. Also we can call this exact area, Pentex Cell Block 001 which I will also put in my postAnd I shouldn't have called it a hallway, but a dining area so we are clear.Barrelling around yet another corner she came to an abrupt halt as she almost barreled into two people. With a startled cry she fell back onto her ass and began scooting away while unknowingly and unwittingly blasting them both with a massive burst of lust.Who were the two people targetted Naiah? How about for simplicity sake, we are all now currently in the dining area. Which is in the basement of Pentex Incorporated. So noone should be locked in cells, in bathrooms, chained to hospital beds, in the bathroom or in the hallway but nowhere other than in the dining area.I am working on narration to clarify this as we speak. So anyway hopefully were are all good now? Quote from: Esoterica on 07-11-2022, 02:15:43I did not have Luna free anyone no. His intro, Lucas was just wandering around aimlessly and it was not made clear where he was.But it appears he meant to have run into Luna right there in that room.(Its not supposed to be a hallway but a dining room by the way. Let me change the wording of my post to reflect that. Also we can call this exact area, Pentex Cell Block 001 which I will also put in my postAnd I shouldn't have called it a hallway, but a dining area so we are clear. Barrelling around yet another corner she came to an abrupt halt as she almost barreled into two people. With a startled cry she fell back onto her ass and began scooting away while unknowingly and unwittingly blasting them both with a massive burst of lust.Who were the two people targetted Naiah?I was going by KBs post: Pink had found him strapped, IV'd, and tubed in one of the cells, and set him loose. The only thing he could do for now was to follow her.I thought Luna had broken out of her room, freed him and they were in the hallway, so when Eve ran around the corner she was running into Luna and Lucas. Which is why I was so utterly confused when Melissa just showed up :PAnd then when the nurses showed up and werent acting weird about the escapes, I was like I have no clue anymore :P Ok I see. I dont know how I missed that he wrote that. I wouldn't have given permission for that because it is kind of god moding my character, and I meant for everyone to find the doors unlocked and to exit the room of their own accord. Anyway we all got free basically. We are all in the dining area together. So if its ok lets focus on where we are, and where we go from here if its ok?I know how to avoid this in the future. I will take more time with my posts, use appropriate Tags and narration, and read carefully. Ok so I thought about it, and I am going to propose a solution that I think may work.Could we have KB rewrite his post so that Lucas was not freed by Luna, but that he woke up and freed himself and found the door unlocked.I would like to have everyone's character have basically woken up in those cells at the beginning of the game, and have found them unlocked and entered the dining area where some brief interactions occured. (It should be just fine that Eve smacked that guard with a tray, and we can say he is knocked out right now)The only exception being, I would like for Melissa to have come in the hallway shown in that picture and to have broken in to the building by herself, descended a stairwell, and come to the basement area Cell Block 001, where she intended to free Luna and everyone else.If this is an acceptable solution for everyone, let me know, and I will be more careful about my descriptions and narration in the future. I'm game with rewriting that. It will take me a few hours, I don't have much time right now. I'm good with that too. Currently I don't have to rewrite anything but I'll check again later to see if I do. I will follow KB so mine fits his original post( Lucas (#msg16325875)Wearing: hospital pants( white lab coat( barefootDate/Time: Tuesday, 10-31-22Location: In and around 'Pentex Incorporated'Tagging: Luna, everyoneContent:Future of ApocaliptikaHer voice was muffled like coming from afar, too distant to be unrecognizable. All sound was mixed into the unrecognizable cacophony of distant noise. The corridor was spinning around him and swaying left and right, almost like they were on a boat caught in tall waves. His vision was still unfocused. The only thing anchoring him was a patch of pink, the bright dyed hair of the human. Her smell was different. Not the usual bleach, chlorine, and ethanol, mixed with different kinds of chemical fumes. She must have come from the outside. He smelled the city traffic on her, mixed with traces of all kinds of human activity. Normal human activity. There was even a hint of a pleasant perfume. She was nothing like the others here. Nothing like Price. He kept following the pink hair, his mind fighting the drugs that kept him sedated, hoping she would lead him outside.He was still barefoot, wearing only his hospital pants and a lab coat Pink had shoved into his hands. He had to lean against the wall, his balance still off, his throat sore from the tubes that had been shoved down his throat. Pink had found him strapped, IV'd, and tubed in one of the cells, and set him loose. The only thing he could do for now was to follow her."To the left... someone..." - he half-growled from behind her as they approached an intersecting corridor. Perhaps a guard, perhaps someone else. The scent was still distant.rewritten post( Lucas (#msg16325875)Wearing: hospital pants( white lab coat( barefootDate/Time: Tuesday, 10-31-22Location: 'Pentex Incorporated' cell blockTagging: LunaContent: Waking up in a cellLucas opened to a change in lighting, his vision unfocused. The light was too bright. He was strapped to a table... No, he was on the table, but the bindings were loose. And there was a horrible taste of bile in his throat. He slowly extracted the tubing from his throat and tore out the IV from his arm like it was poison.Vertigo greeted him as he stood up. The cell door was open. The door was open before. He had to lean against the wall for balance. But his sense of smell was still working fine. He caught the scent of at least two unfamiliar people nearby. As he stepped out of the cell, he saw a patch of pink on one side that slowly refocused into a woman with bright pink hair standing over a fallen guard. He could sense there were other people nearby.He was still barefoot, wearing only the hospital pants he woke in, and the too-small lab coat that has been left in his cell, hanging by the door. My first one to fit KBs firstSpoiler: Click to Show/Hide( Eve Sumner (#msg16324741)Wearing: Blue and white hospital gown and bare feetDate/Time: Tuesday, 10-31-22Location: In 'Pentex Incorporated'Tagging: Lucas and anyone close to herContent: Waking in her cellThe huge needle came closer at slowed speed, as if the one wielding it wanted her to see it, wanted her to fear it. Strapped down to what she would have described as a morgue table, located in the middle of a room that for all intent and purpose was a morgue, she was screaming at the top of her lungs as the needle kept coming closer and closer and seemingly focusing on one of her blue eyes. She struggled in vain, feeling her head was secured as well as her wrists and ankles and no amount of begging and screaming seemed to stop the needle from advancing. She could almost feel the tip of the needle pierce her eye when she suddenly woke.With a dying scream still ringing in her ears, her trembling hands went to her face, her fingers probing around her eye to ensure it was not harmed, that she could still see. Relief washed over her as she was able to see her own hands, without any distortion or double vision, though her eyes soon flicked away from her fingers to the bed. And then to the gown. A hospital? Confused she looked up and around, her eyebrows creasing even further at the small cell like room. No windows. How? Where? Why? The thoughts shot through her mind as she pushed the blanket aside and stepped onto the cold concrete. The door was open. She cautiously stepped towards it noting what seemed to be an institutional recreational area outside of her room, or cell? Was she in prison? Rubbing at her temple as the headache began to form, she warily stepped through the doorway and into the larger open space the same time that someone else stepped out of his. With a startled cry she began backing away from him and unknowingly blasted him with a surge of lust. All right guys. Your modified posts both are ok and can be placed in the game now. Thank you. KB will likely have to tweak his second one, once he has I will make mine :) I modified Lucas' initial IC post (#msg16329458). I'll take a pass at the second one. Here are the intended changes to Lucas' second IC post (#msg16330154), up for approval before I commit them to the IC thread.original second post( Lucas (#msg16325875)Wearing: hospital pants( white lab coat( barefootDate/Time: Tuesday, 10-31-22Location: In and around 'Pentex Incorporated'Tagging: EveContent: pinning Eve against the wallOOC: Approved by NaiahThe person behind the corner was almost silent, their soft steps practically inaudible. But their scent told Lucas they were approaching, and he was ready to spring at them. He grabbed for the woman's neck as she rushed from behind the corner, but he missed, still sluggish and slow from all the drugs.But he could easily catch up with the woman as she tried to scoot away in fear. He grabbed her upper arm just below the shoulder and roughly pulled her up and held her against the wall. She hit him with her free hand, but he ignored it and caught her wrist, forcefully twisting her elbow above her head, pinning the woman against the wall by pressing his hip against her."Who are you?" - Lucas could feel his heart starting to pump like crazy, as he leaned in to half-whisper the words right into the woman's ear. From so up close Eve could easily feel the man's anger. No, not anger, but rage seething within him. And a rising desire and lust. But it was all distant and clouded by sedatives coursing through Lucas' veins.All the monitors had come to life and a familiar voice was speaking, but Lucas ignored it, his focus on the alluring scent of the woman in his grasp. He felt a strong urge to bite and kiss her neck. To take her. His gaze followed the line of her exposed neck down to the shape of her curves. A fleeting flash of memory hit him then and there, him actually biting into a woman's neck, drawing blood, followed by a cry of fear and pain. So he managed to pull himself away from the woman, releasing his grip, and clenching his fists by his sides. His heart was still pumping as if trying to jump out of his chest. Anger and desire were bubbling just beneath the skin as he struggled not to let them get out of control. He turned away to hide his expression."The garage..." - he had to get away before he lost control. He didn't have a clear memory of where the garage was, but he let his instincts guide him as he rushed down the intersecting corridor. He considered each woman in turn. Two of them freed him. And two seemed to have been prisoners of doctor Venom just as he was. They all had to get away from here.rewritten second post( Lucas (#msg16325875)Wearing: hospital pants( white lab coat( barefootDate/Time: Tuesday, 10-31-22Location: 'Pentex Incorporated' jail blockTagging: EveContent: pinning Eve against the wallOOC: Eve is emphatic, so she can sense Lucas' rage and lustSeveral people were coming out into the open area at the same time. One look at the closest one, the brunette, and Lucas' felt his blood boil, and his peripheral vision turning red, his focus only on the beautiful woman in front of him, his anger mixing with rising desire.He still felt sluggish and slow, but the woman backed herself into a corner and couldn't escape him. He grabbed her upper arm just below the shoulder and roughly pulled her up and held her against the wall. She hit him with her free hand, but he ignored it and caught her wrist, forcefully twisting her elbow above her head, pinning the woman against the wall by pressing his hip against her."Who are you?" - Lucas could feel his heart starting to pump like crazy, as he leaned in to half-whisper the words right into the woman's ear. From so up close Eve could easily feel the man's anger. No, not anger, but rage seething within him. And a rising desire and lust. But it was all distant and clouded by sedatives coursing through Lucas' veins.All the monitors came to life and a familiar voice was speaking, but Lucas ignored it, all his focus on the alluring scent of the woman in his grasp. He felt a strong urge to bite and kiss her neck. To take her. His gaze followed the line of her exposed neck down to the shape of her curves. A fleeting flash of memory hit him then and there, him actually biting into a woman's neck, drawing blood, followed by a cry of fear and pain. So he managed to pull himself away from the woman, releasing his grip, and clenching his fists by his sides. His heart was still pumping as if trying to jump out of his chest. Anger and desire were bubbling just beneath the skin as he struggled not to let them get out of control. He turned away to hide his expression."The garage..." - he did realize the woman was a captive here just like him. Other people were escaping their cells as well, but he had to move away before he lost the last semblance of self-control. He didn't have a clear memory of where the garage was, but he could usually trust his instincts to guide him as he started toward what he deemed was an exit from this area. Mostly to create distance from the woman his body reacted so intensely to. That second post is also find KB Cool. I applied the changes to the IC thread (#msg16330154). Quote from: Naiah on 08-11-2022, 00:05:04With a cry for help she crawled from the vicinity of the others and scrambled to her feet and ran towards them, the lust still bursting from her. "Please! Help! Why am I here, please! Help me!"To avoid a possible misunderstanding... am I reading this right? That Eve is running towards the nurses? Yes, will edit to make it clear :) Anyway I will probably take a breather for a day or two to collect my thoughts and work on the next post. Good posting from the rest of you so far and I think now things are settled. So that everyone is aware, it is my intention to keep in character activity in that basic area that I described to you all that is shown in those photos, Cell Block 001 and the Dining Area, for a little while. (Not the entire story of course) Additionally if the characters try and leave through the door that the nurses just entered through, they will find that door is now locked, and there is nowhere to go except back in the cells or to sit in the Dining Area. What about the door through which Luna came in? I wonder because I left Melissa in the corridor (on purpose) and if said door is closed she would have to look for an alternate route.And something bad could happen to her if she is all by herself Um I forgot about that Kat. How about having her step back in to get Luna and the door accidentally closing and locking behind her? She shouldnt be alone Basically the hope being all doors close. Maybe they can be closed electronically all at the same time once everyone is together. Oh I should let everyone know, that in about a week we have Thanksgiving and my posting is likely to slow around that time. Ok guys so I was exposed to Covid, again for the fifteen thousandth time since the pandemic. I am doing all right but some of my family is sick. (I keep being asymptomatic) I may be around less as I help take care of people. Quote from: Esoterica on 11-11-2022, 04:07:48Um I forgot about that Kat. How about having her step back in to get Luna and the door accidentally closing and locking behind her? She shouldnt be aloneMelissa will be taking other route and will vanish for a few posts as discussed in private. Sorry to keep you all! Been a week from hell, hope to get a post up this weekend Quote from: Naiah on 18-11-2022, 21:56:21Sorry to keep you all! Been a week from hell, hope to get a post up this weekend <3No problem Naiah. I ended up with some time I did not know I would have because I could not sleep, so I got some posts done. I figured before anything else happens we need to try and get everyone in the thread kind of calmer. Everyone continuing to freak out is not very productive for them, and it will make it more difficult for me to get anywhere.I hope Nathan is doing an adequate job with this. As Nathan is not turned into a Tech Hunter with red eyes, I believe it will be a lot easier for him to calm everyone down in the scene. The Weirdo Nurses obviously wont be doing that.I wanted to leave it open for one of you guys to grab the device that the female nurse had which closed the door. I tried not to have way too much going on in the scene at this moment to just get everyone together on one course before we continue. To be honest, freaking out would be how people would react to being captured and imprisoned :P Yes this is very true. Not saying its an unrealistic response, just that I need to diffuse it. Is all And that is precisely why I didn't want to have Melissa go into the room with everyone else. She would have already destroyed the monitors with gunfire only to then be kicking the nurses' asses, and I didn't want to put that much pressure on you Eso... You already got enough with the lewd elf ;D Yes thank you for that my stupid self didn't even initially realize how much trouble Melissa would have been for me. Lol.I think I should probably have Luna help Ciel out. Nathan knows Otherkin exist yes, but he does not know about them as Luna does, and Nathan does not have much of an idea that something is going on involving Otherkin powers. Luna kind of figured out what is going on.But I dont want to drag down the rp with a sex scene between just two characters, so maybe Luna and Ciel can mess around in a side thread that I link just like I did in the Inerfaith Conference on DT. and we can continue in the main thread picking up from after that scene, if you are good with that and want Luna to 'help that is' Not that Im bugging but informing, we are waiting on you Naiah before we post again. Ok I have made the decision to move on for the moment without waiting anymore. So I am basically going to switch things up and do more of a Sandbox approach for the rest of the game. Lets try and switch things up, interact with each other, and make this more player driven and character driven. Its been about a week (I waited a little bit longer than I normally would have for Naiah because of Thanksgiving) so I'd like to try and get on with things now. Sorry for making everyone wait so long. Hey, Esoterica,If both Katyan and Naiah are being busy, that means its just you and me that are active in this subplot atm.How do you idialy envision chapter 2 starting? I'm fairly inexperienced with sandboxy RP. Do we plan out a thread here, theme, plot, NPCs, villans? Or just pair up a couple of characters and see where it leads us?And I guess we can take it slowly until others come back, and the holiday season passes. Quote from: KB on 07-12-2022, 15:34:15Hey, Esoterica,If both Katyan and Naiah are being busy, that means its just you and me that are active in this subplot atm.How do you idialy envision chapter 2 starting? I'm fairly inexperienced with sandboxy RP. Do we plan out a thread here, theme, plot, NPCs, villans? Or just pair up a couple of characters and see where it leads us?And I guess we can take it slowly until others come back, and the holiday season passes.I did have a few ideas. One involves going to the police to turn in Pentex, the other would involve actually going to the home of the guy that owns the company and getting vengeance. I picture changes coming to the society in the future such as cybernetically enhanced people and mutants starting to walk the streets, and my ultimate thought is Pentex establishing a new government in the game. So trying to dethrone Pentex more or less.If too much Sandboxy is uncomfortable for you we could put our thinking caps together more and take an approach more like the one you said where we discuss things here. We could pair up a couple of characters and place them in the frying pan and turn on the fire basically. How about Luna with your guy? They could do some recon together to figure out what happened to them and what is happening in the world. Luna has contacts within the Supernatural community she would be a little out of her element with tech, but she strikes me as the most experienced with figuring stuff out that is not easily explained.

Apocaleptika_ Rise of the technology (Subplot Recruitment)

A Lamp at the Door (Closed)

It's Beaumont who figures out who they're bound to, usually, but Raim always gets the first tinge of their presence, like prickly cold sunshine on his back. He's always thought it's an effect like synesthesia, the brain attempting to interpret inputs that it doesn't have the wiring for. He's used to the sensation showing up periodically, but this time it's so immediate and intense that the hairs on the back of his neck and his forearms stand up. It's someone whowantsto be, viscerally, face pressed to the other side of the glass. Raim cringes and leans against the push-bar of his grocery cart."You alright?" Beaumont says, carrying over a brief selection of fruit. It's expensive, especially at this grocery store - one of those earth food places that costs more than he's comfortable with, but the food is reliably of good quality, no bad bruises or ruined fruit, and less preservatives that give him headaches and a plastic aftertaste - so it's just a banana bunch, some grapes, and a batch of clementines. A twelve-year-old, boredly wandering down the aisle, starts and jumps back, staring at the fruit as his friend sets them down. "Look like a goose walked over your grave.""Somebody the next aisle over has astrongpassenger," Raim replies with a twist of his lips. "Angry baby times are ahead.""Isn't that the wine aisle?" Beaumont inquires.There's a clatter of plastic as something rebounds off a shelf, propelled at uncomfortable speeds. The pinpricks of sunlight burn bright on his face for a second and Raim grimaces, ducking back from the phantom heat. "No, household goods. Though I'd understand if this drove somebody to drink."He rattles his fingers over the handlebar of the grocery cart for a moment, indecisive, and then starts pushing it down towards the end of the aisle. "I'm going to go see if I can calm it down. Shouldn't be a minute."Beaumont hums, noncommittal, but falls in behind Raim, grabbing a set of grapes off the misted display wall as he goes. The twelve-year-old creeps behind them, eyes fixed on the bunch as he sets it in the cart.Raim turns the corner and takes in the scene with a faint frown. There's dishsoap in a puddle about a third of the way down the aisle, and a woman standing with her cart looking upset. He takes in himself - blue jeans, flannel shirt, morning hair - but it's the grocery store and no one comes here with an excess of dignity, and it's not like this is at the office anyways. He rolls forward, head bent against the invisible brightness he can feel on his skin, and says, "Hey, take it easy."Not to the woman - to the presence attached to her, the prickling sunshine. It's not coherent enough to have a body or an identity, yet, but he can feel it concentrating, and he manages to catch a bottle of detergent before it can come off the shelf. There's an omnipresent rattle as movement surges down the aisle, unsettling the squeeze-bottles, though the heavier containers remain unmoved. The handle is warm like it's been left out in the sun, and Raim closes his eyes and lets his fingers curl around something that's not quite there, delicate and under his palm, like -- the fingers of a woman. No ring. Paint-splotched, callused from work with easel and brush."You'll see all the colors you want, soon," he assures, and the presence soothes a little to the sound of his voice. The uneasy stir in the air settles, like a long exhale on the back of his neck, and Raim grins a little at a curl of amusement that pokes at him, like a distant promise. He opens his eyes, and stares at the other woman in the aisle. Blinks, comes back to himself.He's still just standing in the aisle, awkward, and there's dishsoap soaking into his tennis sneakers. Too tall, brown haired and fresh out of long-limbed gangliness, glasses perched awkwardly on his nose in front of bright blues. There's something of a lemur in the way Raim walks - graceful in the way he moves around himself, effortless in the oddest positions and stretches. Comfortable in himself, but not with others."Sorry, you just looked like you were having trouble," he says, uneasily, and steps back out of the spreading puddle. His shoes slap wetly on the tile, drawing a grimace out of him. "Heard it from the next aisle over. She should behave for a little bit now."Beaumont, behind him, adds some paper towels and Gain to their cart. The kid that's been stalking them from behind gapes at the purple detergent as it soars over her head and parks itself in their cart. He chuckles at the awestruck look on the tyke's face, as she stares. Olivia is only a few steps into the household goods aisle, before she feels it. That all too familiar tremor in the air, that causes the hair at the back of her neck to stand on end.No. No, no, no…please. Not here. Not now.She tries to remind herself to take slow, deep breaths, before the migraine stops her dead in her tracks. Lightning shooting up her spine, and into her skull leaving a line of fire in its wake. Olivia winces, as she taps her smartwatch - initiating a stopwatch count. Her hands hold the push-bar of her cart in a white knuckle grip, while her vision tunnels and blurs.This isn’t the first time an episode like this has happened to her. It is, however, the first time in public.A bottle of dish soap tumbles off the shelf with aggressive speed, and cracks open upon hitting the ground. Blue liquid escaping across the tiles.At least it’s not glass, this time.Dread pools in her soul as she notices the figure of someone rounding the corner and coming down the aisle.Olivia is there, but not quite. She likens the experience to sleep paralysis, but during waking hours, plus extra factors. “Extra factors” being anything from lights flickering or burning out, electronics acting up and/or crashing, or the latest flavor of the month: inanimate objects flying across the room.Time seems to warp and slow, while her body refuses to move. The sound of her shallow breathing, and the pounding of her heart, merge with the deafening white noise that’s drowning all else.On the outside, she imagines she looks somewhat normal; albeit frozen in place. Standing in the middle of the aisle, holding her cart, looking ahead. Inside, she’s a panicking mess, trying to regain control of her body.It was only a matter of time before other items in the aisle were going to move on their own accord…In the midst of everything, she realizes that the person before her is speaking. She hears their gentle tone, but can barely discern the words over the static that makes their voice sound more distant than the few yards they actually are.Olivia knows that all she can do is wait things out. She anticipates the clattering sounds of more fallen bottles and canisters. Sounds, that typically marked the end of the paralytic spell she was in.Sounds, that this time around, never end up happening.The hold on her body slowly ebbs away, as she hones in on the soothing cadence of a man’s voice. It’s cutting through the incessant hum, and now she’s focusing on it like a damn life line…It happens in a matter of seconds. Olivia’s senses come back to her in a fast and sudden rush. Her body instinctively takes several deep and shuddering breaths, as if she was underwater a touch too long, and was finally able to break the surface. It takes a moment for her to release the death grip on her cart, and somehow remember to tap her watch again. Dipping her head, she closes her eyes; gathering herself.“Sorry, you just looked like you were having trouble. Heard it from the next aisle over. She should behave for a little bit now.”Olivia blinks her eyes open, and looks up to stare at a very tall man back-stepping from a puddle of dishsoap. Her blue-grey eyes, behind clear frames, taking in the scene before her. She doesn’t know quite what to say, or even how to react.So, she laughs. And, it’s a nervous and almost awkward sound that’s quite honestly, on the verge of tears.Trouble. God, if he only knew.“Yeah,” her voice cracks before she continues, “I actually kind of was. Thank you…” she trails off, trying to find her next words.Yes, thank you for somehow saving me from this weird paralytic state I’ve been intermittently experiencing, ever since I moved to this place.That, would go over, just swimmingly.Olivia sighs and threads her fingers through her hair; lazy waves of light and dark caramel that frame her face in an angled bob. She’s wearing an oversized sweater that hangs off one of her shoulders, and jeans that hug her legs like a second skin. She’s dressed for comfort, not to impress, and at the moment feels like hell.“I, uhm…” she trails again, as she checks her watch. :53 seconds. The duration of the episode. Not the longest she has experienced, but definitely one of the most intense. Then, a detail finally registers in her mind.Her focus snaps back to his face, “You said,she?She should behave? Who…” she glances about the expanse of the aisle they occupied, before continuing, “who are you referring to?” She starts closing the distance between them, just as another movement distracts her. “Do you actually know—“ Olivia cuts off her own words as she watches paper towels and detergent seemingly float into the man’s cart. Her brows knit in thought, while she continues to absentmindedly walk towards him; completely forgetting about the spilled dishsoap all over the floor.“What is hap—“ This time, her words are cut off by her sudden loss in balance. Her canvas shoes, no match for the soap-slicked floor, cause her to slide across the tile and barrel into the stranger she’s just crossed paths with. Olivia is a flurry of limbs as she tries to regain her balance, and out of desperation, ends up grabbing his flannel sleeve. Raim raises his hands in self-defense and grimaces - then spots the soap a moment before the lady walks into it, and drops an aborted half-syllable as he lunges awkwardly forward to catch her mid-fall. Beaumont takes a quick step forward and snags his partner's other shoulder, and it's only his support that kept the both of them from falling. The thinner man laughs, a little awkward, and nods up at his compatriot. "Thanks for the catch," he says, and waddles himself and Sophie off the dishsoap with a minimum of dignity.Beaumont doesn't respond verbally. He just flicks up an eyebrow, lets them both get steadied, and then walks off to go mess with the kid following them some more.Raim, on the other hand, is stuck with the fact that he very obviously stopped falling when he hadn't had his feet under him, and this is a woman already clearly determined to get answers. Hehasthem, granted, but this wasn't the kind of thing he'd bargained for at the grocery store. He closes his eyes and takes a calming breath, then smiles at Sophie. It's a little strained, but he suspects that's in good company. "You've got ahlessiforming. It's - look, walk with me a second, I should at least let an employee know there's a spill out here."He heads for the end of the aisle, his shoes wetly slopping across the tile. "She - yes, it's a she - is trying to synthesize with you. Unfortunately, it's a turbulent process, and adrenaline kind of shunts her aside. The result of which, you've seen."Raim gives his impromptu student a wry smile. The off-the-shoulder sweater she's wearing has become disheveled, and there's a long, clean arc of neck and collarbone that he immediately glances away from on reflex. That's a lot more skin than he sees on a regular basis, being a bachelor postgraduate wading his way through debt. His mouth moves before he can think about it, technical babble saving the day again. "The adrenaline taints the melding process, and the guest almost invariably starts throwing things in response - they haven't got conscious processes yet, so they can't really talk themselves down from fight-or-flight, they just go right off into tantrums. Try to stay calm, maintain your blood pressure at lower levels. It helps a lot, whichever way you decide to go."There's a lot of bad knowledge out there, these days. All those far-winger disformation videos and campaigns, the church rhetoric, none of it's accurate, but getting the news out past the periodicals and scientific journals has been an exercise in futility. Raim knows what it's like to be one of the recycling hawks, now - no one takes you seriously, even if there's no one that knows the topic better than you.At the other end of the aisle, a feather duster floats off the rack it'd been hanging on. It traces a long, slow circle as Beaumont flourishes the thing, then flips it over on end and offers the handle to the little girl. She takes it, open-mouthed and bewildered, and Beaumont flicks the other end with his hand, bouncing it up.The girl shrieks with laughter and dances back half a step, dropping the duster. "Where are - who are you?" she asks, clear curiosity shining in her eyes.Beaumont cracks a smile, but doesn't answer, because she'd never hear. Instead, he steps on the other end of the duster and flips it up for him to catch, then sketches a bow to the young girl, using the duster to elaborate so she can get some idea of the motion. “You’ve got a hlessi forming.”Olivia’s current expression shifts from one of deep concentration to perplexed thought and back again. Her brows furrow as she takes in the details of what happened, and connects them with what the man before her is explaining.Hlessi.It’s a concept that had come up several times, during her own search for answers. And every time she saw the theory present itself, she disregarded it. There was no scientific research to back it up. No extensive studies. No recorded methodology. It was a black hole of smoke and mirrors.Or was it?“You seem to be rather knowledgeable on the subject,” the tone of her voice borders on skepticism and distrust. But when she glances down the aisle, she can’t deny what she sees, or what she felt from earlier. “Are you…bonded with one of these,” she carefully pauses to mimic his pronunciation of the term, "hleesi?”She watches the feather duster dance in front of the child, and interestingly enough, it’s the little girl’s laughter and unadulterated delight, that somehow reminds her of social norms.Olivia worries her lower lip for a second, then sighs at her own self-awareness. “You know what? I’m sorry,” she genuinely meets his eyes for the first time, and returns a wry smile of her own. “I probably came off sharper than I intended, and that was rude as hell of me to ask you, outright like that. Especially after helping me.”At 5’5,” she’s considered average height, but as she takes in the stature of her new acquaintance, she realizes that even in her tallest heels, he would still be another head and shoulders taller. Maybe more, still.Her thumb and index finger find their way under her glasses, and pinch the bridge of her nose. A light dusting of freckles dance beneath her fingertips, when she does so. It’s an act that provides both a modicum of relief and just a little space to deal with her chagrin.“Not that it’s an excuse, but I actually came in to pick up some coffee. Helluva way to start the day, right?” she asks with a bit of a laugh. “I’m Olivia, by the way. Olivia Driscoll,” she extends her hand towards him. “I just moved here, a couple months ago, and I’ve been trying to figure out a couple things. As you’ve seen.” "I did my doctorate on the subject," Raim says, rather wry. "I would hope that all the education did not fall to the wayside. And yes, my partner's named Beaumont Fletcher."There's a whole set of careful terminology aroundhlessi; it's a role that English doesn't have good nouns for. The closest, due to its generality, is partner, or guest. Outright referring to them as ghosts or spirits tends to backfire when the religious crowd gets involved, so academia has shied away from that.She apologizes, then, and the self-awareness takes some of the fraught tension out of his shoulders; for a moment, it'd felt like he'd walked into an accidental confrontation with a fundamentalist, and thought he'd fucked up. That would have ruined his entire day. Instead, what he abruptly notices when she palms her own face is that she's cute, in a demure kind of way, and very short, both things that fit right into his strike zone. Outright sexiness he's always deflected or ignored, but this is subtle enough to keep knocking him off balance when he's not paying attention."Ah - " he says, blinking and takes her hand. It's smooth and soft. "Raim Bexley, at your service. And, to be honest, I get it. That's probably one of the worst episode's I've seen, it's probably terrifying to experience. But for what it's worth, she can't and never will hurt you. Think of it like a baby crying. It's someone that doesn't know what they're doing and want help."He's professionally babbling, which is usually a safe defense. Beaumont starts snickering from down the aisle, where he finally hands over the feather duster and starts back towards where his host is standing. "Christ, Raim."Raim's eyes flick that way, but otherwise doesn't respond. That's a lot to pile onto someone that had no idea what was happening, so he just lifts a finger towards Beaumont, begging for patience, and says with some gentleness, "If you only just moved, there was probably someone lingering around the apartment that is trying to tie to you. Might be worth asking nearby residents who lived there, before you."It's one of those things that doesn't have a lot of documented data, but the more recently ahlessihas passed, the more startling the symptoms of its manifestations tend to be. The older ones settle down some and are gentler, but - since they're all unconscious at that point, as he's found in interviews, how would any of them know the difference?It's mysterious. Olivia’s smile is warm when she nods in recognition, “Ah, so a student of exopsychology?” She at least gleaned that, from her brief skims on the subject ofhlessi. The young woman ponders a moment, before testing the single syllable on her palate. “Raim, is it?” she asks, her head tilting ever so slightly. “I don’t think I’ve heard that name before. Though I suppose I should be addressing you as Dr. Bexley?”The warmth of his hand lingers on hers as she releases from their handshake. She hooks her thumbs into her belt loops, giving her hands something to do, while she stands before him.It’s his eyes that she notices, while he speaks - they’re brighter than her own. Like the summer sky on a clear day. The gentleness of his voice complements his presence, which she finds calming and full of reassurance. Olivia is quietly impressed with how grounded he is, in the delivery of his knowledge; with morning hair and all...she finds that part the most charming.When Raim gestures, “wait a moment,” she can’t help but look in that direction. Apparently, his partner, Beaumont, was there. Somewhere. Olivia narrows her eyes, in an effort to catch a glimpse of something more than what her brain is allowing to interpret. But, all she sees is the little girl holding the feather duster with joyous wonder, in an otherwise empty grocery aisle.She hopes like hell she isn’t falling for some elaborate con-act."If you only just moved, there was probably someone lingering around the apartment that is trying to tie to you. Might be worth asking nearby residents who lived there, before you."Olivia’s eyes go wide as Raim’s words register. Details coming to the forefront of her mind: her apartment building was recently restored and renovated, the rent was too good to pass up, the 2-year lease requirement, and high penalty early termination clause. She blinks and laughs under her breath, “I’m at the Avondale Apartments.” The young woman, let’s that hang in the air for a second, before barreling on.“By any chance, do you have a card? Are you currently seeing patients?” She follows up quickly, so as not to sound too desperate, “Or do you know someone who you could refer me to?”Olivia hopes he’s available. For professional reasons, of course. Raim's smile brightens. It's rare that anyone even recognizes it as a field, much less knows the proper name. He's been called a medium, a mystic, and a hack; exopsychologist is so much better. "Only if we were in a professional setting, Miss Driscoll. I rather doubt the grocery store counts as that."She links her thumbs into her belt loops - an typically masculine habit, one that only forms when one has worn belt loops consistently, or as a conscious choice to keep the hands busy. On the other hand, the sweater and the -fit- of the jeans indicate comfort in her own body.Raim's eyes barely flicker as he processes this, and decides to throw her a bone in response. "Beaumont, grab a set of paper towels, will you?" he calls back."Putting on a show?" the other man inquires, taking a double roll from the shelf and carrying it over to Raim's cart, depositing it within."Olivia needs a counterexample," the doctor replies with a wry smile. Then the woman in question barrels onward into questions, and he can't help but smile in response; she's awkward, but decisive, and he can't help but respect that. A solution has presented itself, and she's moving on it quickly. "Client is a strong word for it," he says, rueful. "I'm in the process of attempting to rent out some office space over on Fullerton Boulevard so I can get set up; it's just taking some time. As for business cards, though -"He fishes in his pocket for a moment, and comes out with a beat-up leather wallet, then spends another second looking through that before he manages to produce a white business card that he hands over. On it is stenciled:Dr. Raim Bexley Exopsychologist Hlessi Consultations 622 Fullerton Boulevard, Columbia 803-556-1927​"If you want a consultation, I'm glad to comply, given that my business proper is stalled until I'm allowed to set it up," Raim says, a little dry. "It makes me feel useful and such.""Idiots," Beaumont mutters, and there's actual irritation in his voice - the remainder of guilt. The holdup is because of liability questions, and everyone with a registeredhlessi, particularly someone as prominent as a doctor, is subject to them. Being as they're impossible to question and establish histories for without the cooperation of the client, the spirits are a major stumbling point for liability agencies, and both safety deposits and insurance tend to be higher for their hosts. There's no evidence supporting that they cause damage, but it's been stupidly difficult to argue that to insurance providers, who like to argue it as a preexisting condition, with all the associated baggage that term carries. Olivia’s cheeks tinge the slightest shade of pink, when she hears Raim address her formally. “Please, call me Olivia.”She listens to him call to his partner for paper towels, and when another double roll seemingly floats into his cart, for the second time that morning, she can’t help but pinch herself, and laugh. “I..I can’t believe I’m really seeing this. God, I have so many questions right now. I don’t even know where to start.”The excitement in her voice is threaded with an underlying level of relief. Finally, she might be able to get some answers with what she’s been experiencing these past few months. Hell, just being able to talk tosomeone, especially someone with firsthand experience with what she’s been going through, would be comforting, in and of itself.Olivia’s expression lights up when Raim mentions Fullerton Boulevard, “Oh! The agency I work for is right off of Fullerton! Let me get a card for you as well.” She pulls her wristlet from her cart, and fishes out a card of her own. Jupiter Marketing 960 Fullerton Blvd, Columbia Olivia Driscoll Data Visualization Analyst e: olivia.driscoll(at)jupitermktg.com o: 803-575-4000 ext. 701 m: 989-233-6205 ​She exchanges her glossy card for his, with a bright smile. Raim is the first person, outside of her industry, that she has given her card to; a detail she figures isn’t important to share her new acquaintance, but delights her all the same.“My cell phone and email are on there; I’m pretty responsive with both.” Olivia worries her bottom lip when she realizes how hasty she may have sounded, then busies herself with taking in the details of his card.“I’d absolutely love a consultation-“ Olivia catches the time on her watch, and blinks. “I didn’t realize the time…I don’t want to keep you longer than I have. I’m sure you had ‘save woman from poltergeist-like activity’ on your checklist, this morning.” She chuckles before continuing, “I could call you on Monday, to set something up? "You already have," Beaumont answers, dry. Olivia can't hear him - Raim's gift for interpreting hlessi is a fantastically rare condition, one that other doctors have long salivated over - but sometimes his need to quip overcomes his regard for reality.Raim takes the card and looks it over, his brows furrowing as he takes it in. It's neater than his own, not least the umcomfortable realization that he should probably have a landline installed, but at the moment he can't afford a receptionist. He'd have taken the consultation just to help pay his own bills, but Olivia's complete attention warms his cheeks involuntarily and curves his lips. There's something of the schoolboy about how he turns and tucks his head when he smiles, hair briefly dipping over his eyes before he combs it back with a hand. "I'd be glad to talk or set something up," he says, a little bowled over in the face of her enthusiasm. "Monday, you said?"Even that's mostly a bluff because all of his time is consumed trying to get his office space issues settled and exchanging phone calls with the AMA, as they attempt to work out the particulars of his field. Proper appointments and schedules to fill his time have fallen by the wayside; if his phone isn't ringing or in use, he doesn't have much to do."Save is a bit of an exaggeration, despite how distressing I'm sure it is," Raim notes. "I'd -"Raim chokes a moment, caught in the awkward straddle between professional courtesy and the fact that Olivia has a really nice smile, and has yet to look away." - It'd be a pleasure to hear from you," he says, and tries not to die inside.Beaumont starts outright laughing. Olivia playfully scoffs at his modesty, “Honestly, had it been anyone else that found me, I’d be cleaning dish soap and who knows what else, off the floor, or -“ she pauses a beat before going into a mock wince. “The more likely scenario: I’d be running out of here in complete and utter embarrassment, which would then lead to a self-imposed ban of never coming back. Andthat, would be a tragedy, because let’s be real, this store has the best produce selection, out of all the nearby options.”With a chuckle, she glances at the ground, and tucks her hair behind her ear. “I had a doctor try to get me on anti-anxiety meds after I tried to explain what I was experiencing. Then,” she lets out an exasperated sigh before continuing, “I had a friend suggest cleansing my apartment by burning sage, or something.”She typically wouldn’t have shared details like that, especially with someone she had just met, but there’s something about Raim’s genuine concern and the warmth of his smile that garners Olivia’s trust.The young woman shakes her head with a slight eye roll, before meeting Raim’s eyes. “So, yeah, you saved me, and I’m so grateful for your advice, and the fact you were here.” Her teeth press into her lower lip, not sure where to look, so her gaze finds the tiled floor again. “And thank you, Beaumont, for the catch. I’m pretty sure I would’ve ended up with a solid goose egg, at the back of my head.”Heat returns to her cheeks, at the idea of speaking to someone there, but not visibly so. Her hands finding solace in her back pockets, while she shifts her weight from heels to tip-toe. She notes again how tall he is in comparison.”It’d be a pleasure to hear from you.”Olivia nods in agreement, and clears her throat, trying to keep her fluttering heart in check. “Yeah, Monday - I’ll call around lunch time?” Her hands find the push bar of her cart, “Thank you, again, Raim.” And with that, she parts ways from the doctor and his partner. She’s smiling like a giddy schoolgirl, with a definite skip to her step as she strolls down the aisle.When she rounds the corner, she remembers a few gems of advice that sparked inspiration for further research. Olivia pulls her smartphone and starts typing in the query for nearby libraries. Raim watches her go. There's a visible pop in her step, and that reassures him more than anything else - the voice can lie, but he's made her happy in a way that even the body can't ignore. God, he hopes he's not just catching things that aren't there. He can't even remember the last time he felt such complete and mutual attraction like this. Usually he manages to do something stupid, though he's fairly certain that starting the conversation on probably his only area of expertise made him look dashingly competent, whatever that means in this age."Get out of your head," Beaumont says, and pokes Raim hard in the side. He jolts and laughs, embarrassed. "You did good.""It's not that I doubt that," Raim replies, "More that I tend to screw good things up if I pay too much attention to them.""I'm sure this'll be a comfort to you, but they screw up if you don't pay attention to them too," Beaumont says, acerbic. "In fact, they're more likely to. In the meantime, you're pioneering a new field of scientific study. We'll make it through."Raim huffs a breath, and leans for a moment against Beaumont's shoulder - his friend, his protector, his greatest ally, his brother. There are no good words for whathlessireally are in English, none that connotes the intimate bond that sets when someone owes you their entire existence. He's desperately grateful for Beaumont, and in return, the other man has never failed him. There's been difficulties on their path, but never anything the other man has so much regarded as a challenge rather than a temporary inconvenience."Now, should I go put one of these paper towel stacks back?" Beaumont inquires, more snidely, and Raim flushes as he realized he'd doubled up on that by accident, and rather in front of his new acquaintance. "I told you they're more likely to." Olivia braces several books in the crook of her arm, along with her grocery tote, while she wrestles her key into her apartment door. With a quick twist, the deadbolt disengages, allowing her to depress the lever handle and enter 4D.It’s the larger than life windows with its unimpeded view of the city, that stole her heart, and make it sing every time she opens the door. The brick walls and exposed beams, lending to high 16’ ceilings, didn’t hurt either.She hangs her keys on the wall and taps a nearby screen linked to wireless speakers that fill the open space with the instrumental work of Nujabes.When Olivia first arrived, she immediately pegged the top-floor, 2 bed / 1 ba loft as out of her range and way more room than she could ever need. But, when the leasing agent revealed that the previous tenant had left abruptly, and offered her a verbal agreement, she countered with a lower monthly payment to sign right then and there. And won.Or so she thought.Out of all the issues she could have anticipated with moving into a new place, encountering ahleesiwas nowhere on her list.Olivia drops the tote on the kitchen counter, then makes her way over to her workspace. A dual monitor setup, upon a desk that’s covered in sticky notes and stacks of work-related documents and folders. She takes her seat, setting her newly acquired books next to her.Her latest library trip revealed some of her building’s history. An industrial cotton mill constructed in the late 1800’s that stayed strong and held steady growth well into World War II, before closing its doors sometime in the 60’s. Ownership switched hands from the original founding families to several corporate investors over the next few decades - this is where the details of its history drop off. Between a great city fire in the 70’s and a hurricane that just about leveled the area in the 90’s, the bones somehow survived, but the entire interior had to be rebuilt. A lengthy and steep financial endeavor that left the building in a transitional standstill until its latest investor took on the project and began loft-conversion construction.With a site history spanning over a hundred years, who knows who was trying to tie to her.A nudge of her mouse brought the studio monitors to life, and an open browser window. There was limited printed material on the topic ofhleesi, but she did come across a medical journal with one of Raim’s articles. Beaumont was credited as his research assistant.Curiousity killed the cat…Olivia pulls the business card from her pocket, and carefully types into the query field of her browser: “Dr. Raim Bexley + Beaumont Fletcher + hleesi”…but satisfaction brought it back.The search returns more than several links to articles, video interviews, and photos. She slides one of the vids over to her secondary screen and hits play while she continues to scan a few articles. His voice bringing back memories of their encounter earlier in the day.It doesn’t take long before she realizes that Raim is a bit of a celebrity, if not pioneer in the field of exopsychology. She smiles with a bit of mirth, “Who would’ve thought?”Just as Olivia clicks another link, she feels that familiar tremor in the air coalesce around her. Jesus - twice today? Thisneverhappened before. She grimaces and taps her smartwatch again. Glancing at the open shelves of her kitchen, she's thankful that she finally replaced what was left of her glass and dishware with plastic.Raim’s voice in the background helps remind her of his advice: “Stay calm. Keep your blood pressure low. She can’t hurt you.”She closes her eyes, and focuses on breathing slow and deep, trying to keep the adrenaline rush at bay. On a lark, she tries something she hasn’t done before, and attempts to talk through the episode. “Look,” her lips press together before she continues, “I know you’re trying to communicate with me, but you’ve honestly been freaking me out.”Her hands feel clammy, but the migraine is being held at a distance.“I found someone that can help. I just...need some time.”In a last ditch effort, the young woman opens her eyes, not focusing on anything in particular, and speaks solemnly, “I promise, I’ll listen.”Within seconds, the uneasy stir in the air settles, granting Olivia a moment to get a hold of herself. Her breathing is slightly unsteady; unsure if the episode has actually abated. She taps her watch, and stands abruptly while scanning the apartment - nothing has fallen or flown across the room.Check.She moves her hands, and walks across the living area - no sense of paralysis like a few of the recent episodes.Double check.IT WORKED!Overwhelming joy and absolute relief sweeps through Olivia, almost bringing her to tears. Reacting off impulse, she finds her phone and starts entering the doctor's info; her hands slightly trembling. After a few attempts at trying to string a coherent text, she finally opts to call instead.It’s when she hears the ringtone on the other end, that she realizes she didn’t take a moment to rehearse what she wanted to say.No matter, she reasons quickly. It was the weekend. He probably wouldn’t answer. Groceries were normally part of Chore Day, which involved laundry, checking the car fluids, sending in paperwork, and all the other miscellaneous chores of life that piled up over time. Raim sorted through the various e-mails he'd accumulated - the most important being another speaking engagement at the state university. There'd been a steady stream of these with various international visitors and other important personages, as he worked to impress the fact thathlessiwere a real and quantifiable phenomenon on a public that had centuries of disbelief trained into it. That was next Tuesday, though, and in the meantime nothing else demanded a personal appearance."Anything important?" Beaumont calls, as he starts putting away the groceries - there's not a lot of them, given Raim's not a big eater and prone to eating out anyways. That's good, because the mini fridge/freezer combo doesn't have the room for a lot of food, and the tiny kitchenette in their cramped studio apartment doesn't allow for a lot of variety. It's all one room, with the space in the main room mostly taken up by the bed and the workdesk opposite it. There's a little table where he and Beaumont can sit, but that's about the only indulgence he has room for. Moving off university had become a necessity after he had, abruptly, become the biggest name in his field, mainly by virtue of being the only accredited doctorinit. Privacy and peace of mind had ceased to exist there."Another visitor at the uni, this one an exchange from Sydney," Raim answers, as he starts typing out an email to a magazine, correcting a quote they'd misused. Beaumont wasn't trespassing in his body - that sure as hell wasn't the message he wanted getting across. At this point he was fully manifested and separate. At the early stage, though,hlessitended to manifest as synesthesia while the nerves reconfigured to perceive their wavelength."Sounds important," Beaumont notes, as he tosses the grocery bags in the garbage, starts to turn for his paperback stack, and then catches a gimlet eye from Raim. The other man holds up a hand and turns back to the cabinets he'd put the groceries in and closes them, rather than just leaving the doors hung wide open."I mean, I guess, but the bursar's still treating it as adjunct work in terms of fees," Raim says, his fingertips rattling over the desktop."Ah," his partner replies, delicately. Finances have been touchy, lately; exopsychology doesn't pay very much at all on its own, and the international attention doesn't help much with paying the bills when part of the agreement for using the facilities of the University of Columbia was that he'd give all keynotes and presentations on the associated material on university grounds. It had sounded like a bargain at first, but the sheer volume of work that had ballooned into had become an albatross on Raim's neck, instead. Notably, he was getting paid as part of university staff rather than a guest speaker, which meant he was being paid adjunct wages.Raim was not quite broke, but it was taking some creative dancing with Sallie Mae over his school loan, and the attention had meant that they were leaning on him to take some kind of corporate contract, of which they had been several offers. Predictably, there were a lot of people interested in an untapped source of non-human labor that didn't tire and didn't require feeding or housing.The thought makes him want to spit.Rather than let himself get upset again, he turns his attention to the rest of his emails - even with it just being early afternoon, there's still two dozen new ones demanding his attention - when the phone rings its new caller ringtone, and he sighs in exasperation and picks it up without looking, flipping the thing open."This is Dr. Bexley speaking, how may I assist you?" he says, expecting - he doesn't know. He's pretty sure that his phone number has been publically released or traded on some phone list, somehow, because he gets probably two to three calls an hour from a wide variety of people he really would rather not bother with. It's probably another pressure tactic to stress him out, and honestly, it's been working. Right now he doesn't have the luxury of getting it changed, between the cost involved and the fact so many of his legitimate contacts are inclined to use his phone. Olivia dons her phone’s wireless earbuds, while her eyes continue to scan another online article that Raim is featured in. This one speaking on the prevalence ofhlessiand their hosts in the Emergency Services industry.How interesting.Figuring she has a few more rings before she reaches the doctor’s voicemail, she takes a healthy swig from her water bottle."This is Dr. Bexley speaking, how may I assist you?"The young woman nearly chokes when she hears Raim’s voice instead of an automated recording like she was expecting. She presses her mouth into the back of her hand to curb a startled hum.After a few seconds of silently fighting a potential coughing fit, she finally answers. “Dr. Bexley!” she says, a little too excitedly, before clearing her throat in a vain attempt to sound as natural as possible. “I, ah - wasn’t expecting you to answer. I hope I’m not bothering you?”Standing, she starts to pace; nerves beginning to kick in. “Oh! Sorry, you probably don’t recognize my voice. This is Olivia. From earlier. At the grocery store?”Biting her lip, she realizes how this could appear. Just meeting him, literally hours ago, and calling right when she got home: epitome of desperation. But if these episodes were going to continue the way they were, she couldn’t be concerned with appearances.Olivia needs answers, and Raim has them. Raim blinks, shifting out of professional gear. He'd been expecting a vastly less pleasant call, though the fact she's contacting him this soon probably isn't a good sign. "Olivia. Well. Yes, I can assure you that I remember you."Beaumont, who'd just been sitting down in the living room on the tiny couch opposite the bed, twitches and snorts hard, covering his mouth in an uncontrollable burst of mirth. Raim shoots him a glare before he continues. "Well, I mean I didn't expect to hear from you so soon, but - I'm not offended."The jokes come easier over the phone. Olivia had been not devastatingly attractive, but definitely disarmingly cute, which slipped under his defenses easier. The mood whiplash hadn't much helped either, since he'd gone from preparing his own legal defense to being abruptly professionally engaged and, unless he was mistaken, personally scouted out. Making assumptions like that is fuel for disaster, though, so he resolves to be at least somewhat professional. The basic assumption Beaumont taught him was: always assume she's married, and proceed accordingly.He glances at the clock - eleven o' clock, still plenty of time before anything comes due. He's got time to talk. Raim relaxes back in his chair. "So did you think up some more questions or something? I'll answer what I can." It warms Olivia’s heart that Raim remembers her, but then again, it’s only been a few hours. She reminds herself to not overthink it, and stay the course. Even though a part of her is hopeful."So did you think up some more questions or something? I'll answer what I can.”She huffs a breath, before responding. “Yeah, something like that. I…experienced another episode when I got back home. Two in a day has never happened before, but it was different this time around, thanks to you.” There’s a level of relief that soothes her, knowing that she’s confiding in someone that knows what she’s been experiencing firsthand. Someone that isn’t just letting her talk, only to question her sanity and cast their judgements at a time that she’s feels so vulnerable.Olivia stares out the windows, taking in the view of the city in the early afternoon light. “Your advice, Raim. Itworked. Helped me cut down the duration, and I didn’t even experience any of the usual symptoms afterwards. "And, I…" she pauses, knowing what she was about to say would sound silly to anyone else, “I tried talking toher? I don’t know if that actually did anything, or if just talking out loud helped keep my breathing and heart rate steady.”“Anyways, I just wanted to share that, and thank you.” She paces the floor, and takes a fortifying breath. “I know this is going to sound forward, especially with already having a call scheduled for Monday, but I was wondering…are you, by any chance, free for dinner? Tonight?”Olivia runs her fingers through her hair, making a bit of a face with her oh-so-smooth-delivery. She follows up hurriedly, “I completely understand if you can’t with doctor/patient ethics, or if you have other plans." Raim's brow furrows. "Another one? Already? They're normally spaced out over days."That's actually alarming - mosthlessiaren't conscious or powerful enough to project that kind of force through their prospective host - power being a relative term. Something about personality and imagination have a lot to do with, enabling the ghost to hold onto its own sense of personality and charisma. The more vivacious and firm they were in life, the more they hold onto any semblance of it.This is an order of magnitude worse than anything he's heard of, though, both in the frequency and severity of the overflows. And this is precisely the sort of case that could blow up badly - a young, pretty woman in the grip of some invisible assailant. This sounds like a news expose in the making, the sort of thing that he'd be hounded over with questions for years. God bless he caught it in the calving.His fingers absently search out a pen, then begin clicking it in and out. It's a habit that annoys Beaumont pretty badly, but such an obvious stress tell that the man sits up, brows furrowed."When you try to ignore ahlessi, it turns into a battle of wills - they're trying to make the host acknowledge their existence, make you feel the weight of their need tobe," Raim says, almost musing. "Communicating with them helps solidify their identity, helps keep them coherent. Compare it to . . . giving a cool drink to someone on the edge of heatstroke. It relieves the need, makes it easier for them to think and hang on. It would have calmed her down, definitely. I'm just hypothesizing at this point, but I think you maybothbe having panic attacks at the same time, and they're reflecting and magnifying each other across the nascent bond."It's a possibility he hadn't considered before, because for the most parthlessitend towards very resilient, tough personalities that can survive the solitude of searching for a partner, and that have the emotional strength to actually support one afterwards.But then maybe those are just the ones that make it, steadied by their survival?Food for thought."No, honestly I understand your alarm," Raim admits, leaning on his other hand, elbow planted on his desk. "Look, I don't really have anything to do today, honestly, aside from replying to calls and e-mails, and I took the Oath of Maimonides, not the Hippocratic. What I do is not an exact science - not yet - and I'd be remiss to ignore the fact that I can help."He blows out a breath, eyes his checkbook - not red, but the black with too few digits for his comfort - and makes a judgement call. "Look, for convenience's sake, let's not term it a consultation - just a friendly dinner, and if I happen to help out in the meantime, that's great. We'll leave official business for Monday. This is just me checking in on - well."Raim pauses and tries to think up a good summary of this bizarre adventure he's starting to suspect he's on."You," he says instead, lamely."You are the fucking smoothest man ever," Beaumont informs him from the miniature couch, and Raim's hand slides over to cover his own face in mortified disbelief."Is there a particular time you're more comfortable with, while I resist my urge to bang my head against this table?" Raim says, faintly miserable. Heknowshe's awkward, sometimes, and he's learned to just push through it, admit that he's socially clumsy, and try to make up with straightforward honesty. A battle of wills.It's out there, for sure - the idea that the whole time Olivia was resisting these episodes, someone on the other side was simultaneously experiencing the same type of panic attack she was.A woman trying to tie to her.It’s all fascinating, and maybe a little terrifying.So many questions on what this all truly entails.When Raim agrees to having a friendly dinner to check in on her, Olivia feels heat tint across her cheeks. Sure, professional courtesy is most likely the driving force here, but her heart is still going pitter-patter inside her chest."Is there a particular time you're more comfortable with, while I resist my urge to bang my head against this table?”Olivia laughs, pleasantly amused with the way he segues from authoritative voice on exopsychology to an endearing awkwardness that she herself is all too familiar with. If anything, she finds his straightforward honesty refreshing. “It’s nice to know I’m not the only one,” she confides, still smiling.She thinks about what she has to do for the day, and there isn’t much. “Aside from laundry and getting a head start on work for the week, I’m pretty open. How about…6:30?”Early enough to keep things open and casual.“Do you have a place you recommend? I’m not all too picky when it comes to food, and I'm still kind of learning the area.” "6:30 PM, roger that," Raim replies, typing an alert in on his scheduler for an hour before that. He's not likely to forget, but he is prone to getting caught in pacing and arguing with Beaumont rather than things like remembering to comb his hair - not that it matters much, its a chaotic mess that goes whatever way it wants to regardless of his efforts. "There's a neat bistro called Charlie's over on Twenty-Second that I'm fond of, far enough off the main exchange that it's not packed all the time, and the proprietor's a friend of mine. Sound good?"It's a classy little restaurant, not quite formal but with more class than an Applebee's or Chili's, the chain franchises that feel a little drier and less pleasant every time he watches the commercials they fit into their overhead televisions. Charlie he knows as the father of a dormmate he'd had at uni who'd gone into chemistry and now spends most of her time synthesizing increasingly dire and unpleasant chemicals. She makes great money, last he heard, but also - the last thing she'd mentioned about her work was a chemical called hexanitrohexaazaisowurtzitane.After he'd finished choking on his own tongue, he'd realized the chemical name started withhexanitro, and promptly sworn off ever visiting her workplace again. He's not a chemist, but the name means the chemical is six nitrous groups chemically bonded to each other. Nitroglycerin, by comparison, has a measly three and none of them bonded to each other.So, essentially, he and Charlie bonded over the shared knowledge that they have shared living space with a explosives madwoman.On the upside, Charlie makes a mean alfredo."It's not really advertised well, but I'll be outside - just look for me," Raim says, having realized that he'd been thinking for a slightly uncomfortable length of time. “Yeah, that sounds good. I haven’t been there yet; I’d love to try it.” Olivia takes her seat back at her computer, and sets an alarm for 5:30 to remind herself to start getting ready. Opening a new browser tab, she pulls up a search for “Charlie’s on 22nd.” Interestingly enough, it returns with only a few hits: map location, a small website, a few reviews - all positive though, remarking on what a gem it is.There’s a few beats of silence on both of their ends, before Raim responds,“It's not really advertised well, but I'll be outside - just look for me.”“I will. See you soon, and thanks again, Raim.”~*~5:40 PMOlivia is rolling her eyes at herself. Less than an hour before her meeting with Raim, and she’s wrapped in bath towels painting her toes on the dining table. She knows this isn’t a date, and therefore shouldn’t be putting so much effort into the details of her appearance, but when she decided upon the strappy heeled sandals to go with her t-shirt dress, she knew what she had to do.Begrudgingly, she’s holding the nail brush in one hand, and a q-tip of acetone in the other. Applying a layer of color, and cleaning the edges right after. She rushing, and it’s not going to look as clean and even as the salon, but it’ll do. The color is a frosted satin mocha, shimmery yet discreet, and it sets well against her fair skin.Two coats on ten toes in record time, and now she’s blowing on her feet, and fanning with her hand to hasten the drying process.She carefully pads over to her bedroom, and tosses her towels into the nearby hamper. Her hair is a damp wavy mess of light and dark curls. After haphazardly rummaging through drawers, she finds and slips into a seamless bra and panty set, then dons her grey t-shirt dress. The length stops at mid-thigh, and for a split second, she wonders if it’s too short, before settling on the fact that she doesn’t have time to spare on figuring something else to wear.Olivia grabs her sandals from the closet, then sits at the bench at the edge of her bed. She carefully slides her feet in, so as not to mar her rushed pedicure, then fastens the straps around her ankles.She glances at her watch, 6:00. Running tight, but she’s still ok. GPS estimated an 18 minute drive.Olivia is blur of movement in the bathroom, spritzing product into her hair while blow drying and finger combing. Subtle notes of jasmine and sandalwood waft the room, as she does so. Her makeup is easy, and minimal. Light dusting of foundation, blush, gloss for her lips, a little gray liner for her eyes, and she was good to go.She runs over to her workspace to grab her olive denim jacket, and slips it on; it hugs her body perfectly, with cuffs rolled up to her elbows. Grabbing her brown leather messenger bag, she glances at her tablet on the table, wondering if she should bring it with her. She’s tabulated almost all of the data of the episodes she’s experienced thus far: location, duration, unexplained phenomena, mental state, symptoms afterwards, etc. Based on the charts, the episodes were only increasing in both frequency and duration.The possibility of experiencing an episode while at work hadn’t crossed her mind until earlier today. If something like this happened while she was in the middle of a presentation, it could cost her her job. The mere possibility brought on a level of worry that she couldn’t deal with right now.Olivia slides her tablet and phone into her bag, then sprints out the door, locking it behind her. It's been ages since Raim was on anything with remotely the code of a date - everything's been working lunches since he started work on his doctorate, and the unusual nature of his topic had marked him as radioactive to the other women working through the college. Cranks don't make good dating material, apparently.Well, no one could call him a crank to his face anymore, but that didn't change the fact he hadn't worried about deodorant or cologne in five years. The first is a courtesy, but ultimately he decides to skip on the second. Probably overkill, and in any case, he doesn't have a good sense of what or how much to use. It seems wiser to smell like a normal person than be a walking cloud of cologne."Help, Raim," Beaumont drones, adjusting his collar. It's exactly the same outfit he always wears - the uniform of a Foreign Legionnaire, with cold-weather pants and the hat and shoulder patches doffed. He can change it if he concentrates, but this is his default, and by and large Raim's found that allhlessihave a default form they revert to without conscious effort on their part - though it can change. "How do I tie my tie?"He doesn't have one."Most of them clip on these days," Raim observes, double checking himself in the mirror. He has a tweed sport jacket, black slacks, and his wild, short hair has been tamed into some semblance of order, though it's certain that if he turns too fast or nods too hard bits of it will spring up again. "Anywho, I've had my fill of black-tie affairs. Let's get moving."He double checks himself for his keys and wallet - secured - and heads out the door fifteen minutes early. Worst comes to worst, he gets some more fresh air.~*~Charlie's isn't advertised at all. It had been the storage building for a department store ages ago, and the two halves of the building had been separated; the front half being claimed for office space, while the back was walled off. Charlie Mauss himself had bought the back and built it into a cozy bistro with architecture like nowhere else in the state, though the front door is literally just an unmarked door in a brick wall with a sign over it saying "Charlie's".He's not big on presentation, Charlie.On the other hand, there are three windows carved through the brick wall for the three levels of the restaurant, and the glass is kaleidoscoped, so that it reflects odd colors and shapes onto the pavement nearby when the light hits it. Better advertising than any kind of sign, Raim guesses.Olivia hasn't shown up yet, so he's just awkwardly standing outside the entrance leaning against the wall, checking his phone every five minutes even though he's fifteen early."Stop fretting," Beaumont says, eyes closed, standing at parade rest in that half-sleep he casually falls into given a spare moment anywhere. "She's coming.""I don't doubt that," Raim says, "Just that I'll sound stupid.""Then regard that as inevitable and plan to make up for it with honesty and wit," Beaumont advises, which is pretty much how Raim gets through any given day anyways. Olivia frowns when she slows her car down, and hears the high pitch whine from her brakes. It’s a reminder that she’s been putting off her search for a roommate. She can handle her apartment’s rent on her own, but she’s had to offset things like her car’s maintenance, to do so.She shifts into neutral, and pulls the E-brake to to park. Luckily, with a few minutes to spare, she was able to find a spot across the street. Olivia glances at the map pinpoint on her phone, and compares it with the building in sight. Her eyes narrowing at what looks more like an edifice for office space, than a restaurant. Confusion starts to set, when she verifies the address a third time.That’s when she notices a small group of people turning into the alleyway and heading towards the back.Huh.Olivia flips her visor mirror for a last minute check on her make-up, then grabs her phone and messenger bag. Walking briskly across the street, she continues down the alleyway between the buildings; her heels clicking along the asphalt. Her eyes scan the brick walls for any hint of confirmation that she's on the right path. As she draws closer to the rear of the building, she notices lit reflections of color on the pavement ahead of her.Her curiosity is piqued when she rounds the corner, and Olivia smiles, recognizing him immediately. His tall frame, leaning against the wall, wearing a tweed sport jacket and black slacks. He looks good. Really good.A cool evening breeze sweeps along the hem of her dress and bare legs, and she briefly wonders if she’s under dressed.Olivia closes the distance between them, “Raim, long time no see. You look clean-“ Her eyes go wide when she realizes that’s not quite what she wanted to say. “I mean, you look well-“Almost, not quite.Olivia quietly groans, and stares at the ground for a moment, trying to collect herself. Heat dancing along her cheeks for the umpteenth time that day.“I’m sorry, apparently my brain has stopped working,” she laughs as she accounts for her awkwardness. “It’s…been a minute, since I’ve done something like this. What I’m trying to say is, ‘You clean up well.’” She huffs a sigh, and smiles, desperate to change the subject, “I take it this is Charlie’s?” Olivia makes her entrance, and Raim is reminded, pleasantly, that in the rest of the world people do wear things like skirts, and make them look good. It's a touch of casual he hasn't dealt with in a long time, and pleasantly understated rather than brazen. Then she opens her mouth, and what follows is so deeply familiar to Raim that he can't laugh. He just watches, quiet and smiling, and offers his hand to Olivia when she's done. Not a handshake - just a brief clasp of fingers that doesn't reach as far as the palms. It feels surprisingly intimate, and he can't help the little flare of color in his own cheeks in response as he follows his instincts without thinking."I'm glad you're here," he says, utterly honest, eyes flicking up to meet Olivia's with a shy smile. "Come on. I'll show you the place.""Brushed nails, strappy sandals, something scented," Beaumont lists as he idly moves in behind them, keeping a polite distance even though it's unlikely Olivia can sense him in any way. "Good signs, Raim."He can't help smiling, now.The door opens almost immediately into a kitchen, where a squat man in an apron bustles around. The ceiling is lower than it should be, each support strut brushing Raim's hair as the taller man instinctively ducks a little. The room is consumed and separated by a counter that leads to a spindly spiral staircase in the corner, leaving the bulk of the room behind it and within the domain of the chef, who narrows his eyes at Raim."Moin," the little man says, abrupt, and then ignores them as he checks on some pork knuckle. Raim chuckles as he picks up a pair of menus stacked neatly at one corner of the counter and hands it over to Olivia."Ciao, Charlie," Raim says, and indicates Sophie. "This is Sophie.""Booth five," Charlie replies, then ignores them forthwith."He's like that," Raim says, reassuringly, and continues onward. There's not much free room in the improvised corridor - just barely enough room for two people to pass by each other. The staircase is sturdy if bare steel, but the homey second floor it leads to is a wonder all its own - the tight spaces of the downstairs kitchen is replaced with warm wooden paneling, and the heat of the smoker downstairs heats the place quite nicely. The landing between the second and third floor staircases leads to a double row of booths snuggled in against those stained glass windows, and the far wall has an actual dumbwaiter set over a jukebox playing some kind of faintly familiar jazz. Each table has a little radio inset into the wall next to it, and there's no other staff visible at all, although there are two other couples in booths on this floor."We order, tell Charlie over the radio, and he sends up the food in the dumbwaiter when it's ready," Raim says with a shrug and a smile. "Dishes go back the same way. He has an assistant cook around sometimes, but really, he likes having the kitchen to himself most of the time."Booth five - indicated by a little flexible cloth flag hung from the ceiling - is just to their left.Beaumont, even taller than Raim, is left to awkwardly crouch on the stairs, giving Raim a flat stare as he's blockaded into waiting for them to sit. Olivia’s heart skips a beat when she takes Raim’s hand and follows him inside Charlie’s. She wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but stepping right into the kitchen definitely wasn’t it.The brusque interaction between Raim and the owner, makes her raise her brows. But, when they head up the spiral staircase, and arrive at the dining area, she can’t help but sigh in awe of the warm and welcoming space. It’s unlike any other restaurant she’s ever been to.“How did you find this place?” she asks, while taking in all of the details. The stained glass windows and jazz playing in the background lend a level of intimacy to the restaurant that she hasn’t encountered elsewhere in the city.She slides into the booth, with her bag next to her, and peers at the menu. “Wow - both German and Italian cuisine? Hmm, I’ll have the Chicken Alfredo, if that’s any good? Do you want to share an appetizer or anything? Pierogies? Bruschetta?”Her stomach growls at the mere mention of food. Olivia meets his eyes with a look of surprise and laughs, "Sorry about that! I had a small lunch earlier, and I guess I'm a little hungry." "One of my old classmates is the coot in question's daughter," Raim says with a chuckle. "She might be around here, in fact, so be prepared for - a singular interruption."He takes a seat opposite Olivia, mostly to allow Beaumont to finally come up the stairs and settle in next to him, the comfortable plush deforming under his corporeal weight. He's kind of wondering if Olivia notices - her reaction is going to be a good indicator of whether or not she wants ahlessiof her own. "Bruschetta with tomato sounds good. I'm going for smoked salmon myself, he's a dab hand with fish."He depresses the radio call button and waits for the click on the other end signaling that Charlie's listening. "Table five, asking for appetizer of bruschetta with tomato, chicken alfredo, and - "A finger reaches over Raim's shoulder and stabs at the call button to keep it depressed. Frissons worked their way down his spine as he saw the forearm was wrapped in something like a labcoat, but significantly heavier and grey with powder that had been blasted into the fabric over time. It was also ragged on one edge where it had likely caught fire." - und Käsespätzle, ja gebongt. Moin, Vati."" - Moin, Schatz. Ja gebongt," Charlie replies to the intruder, voice notably less gruff.Their uninvited guest is Raim's old classmate, and the woman who singlehandedly terrifies him more than anyone else on the Earth. She's not that tall, maybe five seven as the Americans see it, but an unassailable mountain in person, permanently leaned back and eyes hooded in disinterest. The rest of her coat matches the arm he'd seen, and though beneath it is a casual set of jeans and a T-shirt of some kind, the image it projects is unmistakable. The sucker perched in her mouth is equally recognizable, though it's usually a cigar anywhere she can get away with it.Her features are strong more than beautiful, and a faintly crooked nose that's been broken once, at a guess. Her jawline is too sharp to be classically attractive, and her casual dress doesn't flatter her figure, which is slim and lacking feminine curves. But her stare bores through whatever's in her way, and she already looks to have been through enough havoc to drop a man twice her size. A faint scent of charring still hangs over her, like the aftertaste of smoke."Raim," she says with a nod, and simply drops herself directly into where Beaumont's sitting. He grunts, and she glances down at the invisible body blocking her entrance to the booth, unimpressed and leaning against him with complete disdain."My bad," she says, blase, and instead plops herself down next to Olivia. "Hildegarde Degenhardt. Classmate of this loon. Charmed. Call me Klassewitz."The words come out punctual and rhythmic, like a typewriter, unpausing for interruption or comment. She's running down a verbal checklist more than making conversation.She turns back and aims the world's most indifferent stare at Raim, who's smiling uneasily. The sucker stick in her mouth rolls from one side to the other. "Read your last article. Dean still riding you?" “Oh! Drinks? Maybe some sweet tea -"Olivia’s own interjection is interrupted when a stranger’s hand reaches over their call button to order in German. She raises a single dark brow at the curious intrusion, but when her eyes follow up the arm of said stranger, both brows just about hit her hairline.Their uninvited guest looks like some mad scientist, with the presence of a warrior awaiting battle; biding her time in boredom until the next adrenaline rush. Her physical features aren’t classically striking in the feminine sense: short brown hair and all hard angles. It’s her comportment that lends to her impressive being, along with that air of “absolutely none given.”Her nose wrinkles at the slight smell of smoke, which she doesn’t remember coming across earlier.When their new companion attempts to sit beside Raim, and shehearsa male grunt, her jaw slightly drops.Beaumont. She had questioned her vision when she saw the depression of the seat earlier, but their guest’s inability to sit in the seemingly unoccupied space confirmed otherwise.Olivia decides she needs a drink - something strong. This is by far the strangest day she’s ever experienced. But before she can get up, the German woman is plopping herself right next to her, driving her back and further into the booth. Her bare legs slide against Raim’s as she shifts to make space. Olivia clears her throat at the accidental contact, and quietly mouths an apology to him with a bemused smile.After Raim's colleague introduces herself in machine gun fashion, and asks him about the Dean, Olivia licks her lips with an uneasy expression of her own, “Klassewitz, is it? I’m Olivia. Are you joining us for dinner?” There’s a sense of disquiet at the table that their guest seems to be unaware of, or more realistically, doesn't give a damn about. Raim coughs uncomfortably as he feels Olivia's bare ankles butt up against his. It's unintentional, he knows, but the memories of trying to keep a straight face while playing footsie at the high school cafeteria are fierce at the moment. Her apologetic smile makes the corner of his mouth curve, and he turns into the wall for a second to compose his face. When he looks back, the exopsychologist grants his pardon with a regal nod to Olivia, even though his lips twitch. Instead, he taps her ankle with the side of his foot, intentionally, and gives a little half shrug on the side away from their sudden companions.Beaumont huffs and straightens himself, squirming in his seat a little to fix how he'd been driven into the booth by Hildegardt's ass. "That's why most people ask if there's room to sit, Frau Degenhardt," he grumbles, but there's no real wrinkle to his frown or his forehead at the sudden company."Waste of time," Klassewitz dismisses without even a look. She has a stare like a hawk without the sensitivity - she just stares at whoever she's talking to without looking away, or even blinking much. The weight of her regard is very near physical, then, and Raim bears up under it well as he proffers a faint smile."He's got a series of lectures lined up, starting each day at noon next week, and he's paying it all as one block," Raim says with a pained shrug. Each lecture is probably going to be three to four hours, usually to a focus or target group of important alumni or patrons. Moreover, because the dean's budget clarifies them all as a single 'class' that's just given multiple times, he's getting shorted even harder than usual. It amounts to something like thirty hours this week at about three-fifty an hour, lodged right in the middle of his day with no guarantee on it ending at a convenient time so that he can schedule other things.The pay is shit, but more importantly it's eating Raim's ability to get anything done, especially since he has to drive into the university on lunch traffic then usually drive home in work traffic."Fuck," Klassewitz says, conversational, and leans back. There's a heavy crunch, and the sucker jerks in her mouth. Then she takes out the stick and pockets it while she chews the shards of the candy she'd had in her mouth, thinking."She won't stay," Raim says, apologetic to Olivia. "She's -"" - busy," Klassewitz interjects. She finishes ravening down the candy, promptly produces a second sucker, and jams it in her mouth. "Needed to find out how much shit to start. I'm heading back to the lab."Raim grimaces. " I -"Hildegarde raises a finger at him. Just a finger, and then waits, holding the point at him like a sword.Raim raises his hands in surrender.Hildegarde gives a sharp nod, then turns and runs a discerning eye over Olivia. She notes the dress, the bag, and then glances under the table - no shits given - to look at her shoes, and gives a satisfied grunt at the heels."You'll be fine," she says to the other woman with a nod. "He's a good man."She draws another sucker, and thrusts it through the air at Beaumont without looking, clocking him the face with it. He sputters and takes it."I'm leaving now," Klassewitz says, and then does so. Her heavy stride echoes on the wooden floor - because she's wearing combat boots.Silence. Beaumont unwraps his sucker and puts it in his mouth, satisfied. It's cherry flavored."Well, that's Klassewitz," Raim says, a little helpless, and then starts to laugh. Olivia blinks at Klassewitz’s departure, and releases a breath she didn’t quite realize she was holding. After the visual once over (and approval?), Hildegarde Degenhardt is gone just as quickly as she had arrived. The young woman chuckles, “Well, she certainly leaves quite the impression!” The faint scent of charring is still lingering in the air.When she felt Raim tap against her ankle earlier, Olivia wondered if he was motioning for her to move. But when she met his eyes and saw his playful shrug, she felt like she was in school again with butterflies fluttering in her stomach.Her ankle finds his again, and idly brushes against it. A small smile plays along her lips while she pretends to busy herself with the menu for the second time that evening. “I have to say, you seem to keep some interesting company, Raim,” her smile is full of mirth, while her eyes glance at the stick-end of Beaumont’s sucker, floating in the air.“May I ask how you two…” she pauses, trying to find the right words, “…came across each other?” Raim laughs. He's smiling, despite the oddity of their interruption. "Hildegarde is a classmate of mine who is the staunchest, toughest woman I've ever known," he says to Olivia. "We started to talk on the basis that our fields of study were too dangerous for anyone else to be interested in. I do exopsychology, and she does radical inorganic chemistry - explosives, to the layman. Her father is the eponymous Charlie."He shrugs a little, and his ankle curves against Olivia's as his smile brightens. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little scared of her, but that's because I'm terrifically impressed. She's - uh. Impressive. Especially from a safe distance."He's never been attracted to the woman, but always glad she's been on his side, unflappable and decisive as she is. That said, he has a different woman on his mind now.Beaumont leans over and opens the satchel over Raim's shoulder, drawing out a tablet that he begins tapping on. After a moment, it produces a highly synthesized cough sound. Raim laughs and draws back a bit, leaning back into his seat rather than forwards to Olivia, leaning forward secretively. "Well, business first. Sweet tea, you said?" “Oh, my goodness. Everything looks and smells so good!” Olivia exclaims as she takes in the spread on the table.She reaches over her plate of chicken fettuccine alfredo, to pick up one of the portions of bruschetta with tomato and bites into it. The grilled rustic bread gives way to the bright flavors of seasoned tomatoes, basil, and garlic. She hums in delight, while her foot secretly slides a little higher up Raim’s calf. “This is perfect. Bruschetta with tomato is such a simple dish that gets butchered all the time by restaurants.”Olivia twirls her fork into her pasta and tries a small mouthful. She sighs, savoring the bite. “Pecorino and butter,” she pleasantly notes, then chuckles. “I think I may end up being a dinner regular here. I can’t believe this place isn’t packed! Don’t get me wrong, I love that it’s not, but Charlieknowswhat he’s doing in the kitchen.”Her other foot silently joins the foray underneath the table; both of her ankles cradling Raim’s lower leg. She keeps her attempt at a poker face by focusing on her plate of food, knowing full well that she’s on the verge of giving into a fit of laughter.“So, I have a bit of a confession to make,” Olivia starts while she continues to twist the noodles onto her fork. “I went to the library after seeing you at the grocery store. Found out my building dates back to the 1800’s. It’s an industrial cotton mill that was recently renovated and reconstructed into loft apartments. Don’t know who was there beforehand, but the leasing agent had mentioned my unit’s last tenant completely ghosted.”Olivia shrugs as she continues to eat. She realizes that conversing is giving her brain something else to focus on besides the heat running up her legs and the rollercoaster high she’s on. Her tongue flicks to the corner of her mouth to lick a drib of velvet cream that didn’t quite make it past her lips.“I couldn’t find that much material at the library onhlessi, so I vetted you online when I got home.” She smiles and leans back into the booth, carefully watching the men in front of her. “You’re a bit of a celebrity in your field, Raim. Actually,bothof you are.”Her eyes glance at the tablet that Beaumont’s holding. “What drew you to exopsychology in the first place?” "Charlie knows his stuff," Raim agrees, and that's all the words he'll let go before he dives into the meal. There's a momentary break as they both try their food out. "Foreign restaurants just slop on spices and sauces and pretend that makes it foreign. Instead, it just makes me fatter, and then I have to add laps to my route."Beaumont chuckles, then works his interpreter for a second.i make raim go jogging every weekdayit says, in the harsh autotune of synthesized speech.he's a good sport about it.No, he's not, but Beaumont's a slick wingman when he wants to be. Raim resolves to owe the man a microbeer later on, when his brain isn't full of the brush of Olivia's skin against his. It's secret and sneaky, except for the heat working its way into his cheeks, and he can't really respond the way he wants to because his leather shoes would be rough on her skin. Instead, he just slides his other foot forward to lace their shins together like fingers. It's the dorkiest thing he's down since he painted his miniatures, but feeling ridiculous doesn't stop the idiot smile he keeps trying to choke down. He's bad at stopping that too."We'd better be celebrities in exopsychology, after creating the field," Raim says, amused. He laughs, but he'd workedhardto be taken seriously in those first early years. "There's a few people splitting into the field over in California, but they've already got degrees, I understand. For primary practitioners, I'm pretty much it."His eyes flick to the daub of sauce on Olivia's cheek before her tongue flicks it up. He suddenly has a dizzy premonition: she might be better at this flirting thing than he is. In fact, it seems pretty likely, because he has no idea of how to up his game from here.Shit, he'll improvise."My grandfather had ahlessi. I grew up not knowing the difference. Always wondered why he never talked to anyone else, or why it was such a secret. Then when I grew up, I found Beaumont, and I couldn't let it be folklore or a tall tale anymore. He's a person like me. He just never has to diet."Beaumont flicks a salad leaf at Raim's face, them laughs when he flinches away from it. He stops to type something into the keyboard.i don't have to do situps to chase away my muffintop either, he says, and Raim has a moment of absolutely wanting to smack the other man before he reins it back down.50/50 as a wingman, then. Olivia blinks and stares back in wide-eyed amazement at the tablet’s vocal response. This was Beaumont communicating back with her! She smiles with a bit of excitement upon learning that she has something else in common with Raim. “I run almost every morning." Her hand comes up in a soft stopping motion while she explains further, "Not happily, mind you. When I went away for undergrad, I got caught up with the dreaded ‘Freshman 15.’ It’s not my favorite activity, but I can’t deny that it really helps me start my day off right.” She chuckles while she turns her fork, “It also lets me enjoy cheesy buttered noodles. At least Charlie makes the mileage worth it.”The young woman shrugs before she tucks into her food again, and warmth returns to her cheeks when she feels their legs interlace together. She can’t quite remember experiencing this level of curious interest in someone; not quite likethis, at least. Definitely not so quickly. And having that interest mutually returned? She’s out of her element, but she figures she’ll wing it.Her eyes narrow a hair at the mention of he and Beaumont creating the field. It’s a detail she somehow overlooked - which almost never happens - but in retrospect, all of the (reputable) information she was able to pull online featured the both of them. It made sense.“I can’t believe-“ Olivia shakes her head, “I didn’t realize. You just seem, young?” She frowns momentarily before she huffs a sigh, and clarifies, “Not that you’re a baby, by any means.” She would guess that Raim was a few years older than herself at 26. “But to be heading the front of a new scientific field? No offense, but the usual suspects are typically the old men of academia with underlings doing all the work, right?”“For primary practitioners, I’m pretty much it.”There’s a mental pause of realization for her then; pieces falling into place that she wasn’t aware of earlier. She remembers the cautious way she had initially responded to him in the grocery store, when he was offering to help.God, I can’t imagine the backlash he experienced early on, or hell, even now.Olivia tilts her head slightly at the mention of his grandfather, and finding Beaumont. “Is there a genetic component to being sensitive tohleesi?” She takes a moment to reflect on both her parents and grandparents, and can’t recall anything out of the ordinary.“How did you find Beaumont, and how old were you at the time?” she asks, just as a salad leaf flies at Raim’s face and Beaumont makes a quip about sit-ups and muffin tops.At least they seem to have a brotherly rapport with one another, she muses.Olivia barely catches the flash of irritation that crosses the doctor’s features, and she can’t help but quietly smile while she busies herself with her food and their secret caresses beneath the table. Nothing threatens a man's masculinity more than a woman who exercises more than he does. But then Raim's had a two century old Foreign Legion guy attached to the back half of his soul since before he started shaving, and machismo kind of loses its flavor after another man watches you try and fail to flex your abs in the mirror. Beaumont raises his eyebrows at Raim even as he thinks this, but doesn't say anything, because he doesn't half to.They'll start running on the weekends."That's admirable," he says, and eats some of those buttered noodles because she's right: Charlie makes good damn food."I am young, but the main requirement to studyinghlessiis to have one, and they're not common," Raim says. "It was almost - a byproduct, really. I didn't do this to put my name up in lights. I just fell sideways into the science aspect after realizing it was the best way to - prove Beaumont was real, honestly."He shrugs, though the red flushes his cheeks a little more now. He's not ashamed of helping his partner out, of doing all this for him, but he'd fluttered through a handful of majors before figuring out an effective field of science that could return positive results on ahlessi's presence, and then swapped that into their psychology, formation, and understanding; he'd abandoned that fresh, exciting physical results to immediately chase the intangible, and more than provehlessias a set of phenomena, define them aspersons.That had been his driving principle. It'd been a hell of a road.He takes another bite, and focuses on Olivia's questions instead, eyes fogging over as he answers. "Certain genetic conditions limit the chances of it occurring - some manias, dementia; it looks to be linked with the hippocampal theta brainwave, or at leasthlessinever form where its activity is inhibited. Otherwise we still don't know what that's for, precisely. There doesn't seem to be a linked positive factor for gaining a partner, either; just factors that inhibit it."He shrugs. He's not a neuroscientist, and that's getting into fields beyond his understanding. His feet slow down and stop their careful flirtation with Olivia as he warms to his subject. Beaumont types three characters then turns his board around:◔_◔"Found Beaumont when I was fifteen, anyway," Raim says, with a fond smile, completely missing the exchange. "I was skipping rocks at a pond, standing there and moping. Then he shoved me into it."He shrugs. "Got my attention, at least.""You needed to get out of your head," Beaumont says, with tired amusement, and Raim doesn't disagree. Olivia is working on a mouthful of pasta while shaking her head at Raim.“No, no,” she murmurs between bites. She brings the napkin to her lips before she speaks again. “Running is a means to staying healthy and eating delicious food. Whatyou’redoing, spearheading a new field of study,that’sadmirable. And, I think,” she pauses to meet his eyes for a moment before looking back at her food; her shoulders shrug and her voice drops into a quiet and sincere tone, “I think it’s really brave.”She’s smiling while she twirls the noodles on her plate. Meanwhile, underneath the table, her ankles intermittently change course from hugging his calf to sliding along the length of his leg.Olivia nods and listens intently as Raim shares his knowledge ofhlessiand the neuroscience involved.He’s so dedicated to his work and humble about it all, she muses, and decides that she likes him for those reasons alone. Well. Those reasons, plus his blue eyes. Ok, maybe his height as well, and the way his brown hair looks like it wants to spring wild, despite taming.She blinks, when he mentions finding Beaumont. “Wow. 15? Again, that seems young? You’ve been bonded since?”She looks in Beaumont’s direction. With his tablet, she feels more comfortable addressing him, as opposed to talking around him through Raim, “And you’ve watched him grow up?”Then, realization along with a touch of panic hits. Her own feet pausing around Raim’s. “Ahh..alright, alright. Just how close is thishlessibond? Is it inseparable? Are we talking a matter of forever here?” She hits from multiple angles at once. Raim has no chance to defend himself - he just topples over the cliff into puppy-dog love as soon as she turns to try to talk to Beaumont. His hand moves without him quite thinking about it to clasp Sophie's for a second, before he remembers himself and takes the expedient route of just folding his arms on the table with a brilliant flush. It's all a little too much - she'sinterested, in Beaumont and his work andhim, and with a warm smile and a neck he keeps having to look away from, and a trim waist - and - and -Beaumont's hand settles on his shoulder, and the cool touch soothes him a little. Raim takes a breath, then another, then shoots the other man a grateful glance as he recomposes himself, shuffling in his seat.This time when he reaches out for Sophie's hand, it's intentional, and his fingers rest atop hers, silent with the weight of acknowledgement. You don't hold hands on a business outing."Very early," he reaffirms, anyways, because this is stuff Sophie needs to know. "Hlessi tend to occur more with people in their twenties - I presume younger children don't have a stable enough pattern to keep a guest, though I think they're very sensitive to them; you saw that one kid pick up on Beaumont almost instantly at the grocery store. I haven't done any testing proper on that, it's just anecdotal."Beaumont replies once Raim stops to take a moment, the mechanical translator a welcome breather for his scattered thoughts. "Ever since. Over a decade at this point.""It's not inseparable, but I've never seen evidence to suggest a Hlessi can come back once it's cut loose," Raim says, eventual. "You can keep pushing it away and it'll drift free - unless it's tied to a location, which seems to be a different pattern - but again, my testing is limited. I will note there are established records of the same Hlessi reappearing in a single location over generations."To be frank, America doesn't have an old enough culture to encourage that kind of duration, which is the root of his problem in obtaining evidence for that particular kink of behavior. Olivia’s breath catches somewhere in her throat when Raim’s hand finds hers. It’s an unexpected, but welcome connection - especially from him. The heat from his touch reaches far beyond her fingers and straight for her soul; her heart races, while her cheeks flush again.She tries her best to maintain a cool front, and nods along when he mentionshlessi typically occurring with people in their twenties. That part matched up for her, and after this morning she didn’t doubt his theory on children being sensitive to them.Her hand shifts ever so slightly. She's tempted to extend her wrist back, and intertwine her fingers through his own. However, she quickly decides that might be too intimate, and opts for a safer and more subtle route, tracing her thumb along his. The pad of her thumb slowly glides along his thenar eminence and digit, then back again.She smiles when she hears Beaumont’s translator, and her eyes twinkle with mirth, “Oh, I’m sure you have stories.”There is a sigh of relief when Raim verifies that the bond isn’t inseparable. The mere idea of bonding with ahlessiis daunting in and of itself. Potentially, she’d have a spectral presence tied to her. Atalltimes. She’s not even sure if she can fully wrap her head around it.But if there’s a woman on the other side reaching out, Olivia wanted to at leasttryto connect.“A different pattern?” she echoes in question. Her brows knit in thought. She turns her hand to gently squeeze his, before pulling back to go through her messenger bag. Withdrawing her tablet, she brings up the data she has been collecting and several charts and viewing options fill the screen.“I’m not sure if this is helpful at all, but I’ve been documenting my episodes the past few months.” Olivia offers the tablet across the table, and her voice quiets some. She loves her career as a Data Visualization Analyst, but whenever she had the opportunity to explain her vocation to someone outside of the industry, it was only a matter of time before their eyes glazed over, and the conversation moved on to something else. “For my job, I work with a lot of information. I parse it and add visuals to help provide a faster read, especially with comparisons. I couldn’t find a lot of information on what I was experiencing, so I figured I’d do what I do best. Maybe help someone else going through this.”Olivia reaches over and swipes her finger across the screen. “This is the last few weeks. There’s an increase in frequency as well as duration here and-“She grimaces when another sudden migraine stops her dead in her tracks, and that uneasy stir in the air starts to build. Her legs jerk away from his, almost drawing her up into a fetal position while her hands ball up into fists on the table. “Three times, Raim. She’spersistent,” she tries to chuckle and ease back into deep breathing.She licks her lips as desperation threads her voice, “These episodes. They’ll stop, right? They’ll stop if I bond with her?” Raim opens his mouth, and hesitates when Olivia almost convulses away from him, drawn tight and bent under the looming shadow of her Hlessi. He bites his lip and reaches back out for Olivia's hand anyways, and closes his eyes. "Can you sense her, Beaumont?" he asks - he can feel the heavy rain-scent of a partner nearby, but the flavors of his perception have to be filtered through his partner first.Beaumont is already feeling out with senses no human has: open to the ontological currents, he can feel faith and passion like gravitic forces that pull against him, a breeze or an insistent reminder. Raim's unfaltering belief and friendship anchors him so that they have no power over him - but he can still feel the winds blow.Now, he lets that wind carry him, and tastes:peaches, sweet and full-bodiedwine sipped slowlythe static of inspiration couruscatingand Beaumont reaches in with that which defines him more than a human's flesh and bone, and takes hold of those sensations, and the dormant mind caught behind in the dull sleep-panic of a nightmare forgotten on awakeningand pulls.Here he is deep in the current. He can't feel the cushions of the booth they're sitting, and he can't smell the heady scents of the food at the restaurant. He's deaf and blind and isolated, sunk dead in the gestalt consciousness with only his lifeline to Raim holding him steady, reminding him of who he is and what he's doing. The waters swirl deep, here, and the wind howls. They tug him down.But instead, he pulls, and lifts her up with him. And he tastes her name, like sweet cherries and painted fingertips and joy."Vera," he says, and feels her hand in his, as he sinks back into reality, though the rest is unshaped and gaseous. But she's here now, and out of the waters of Lethe. "Can you hear me?" Everything is the same. It always is.Within this realm, all that exists is perpetual darkness and the never-ending dream of being adrift at sea; wave sets and lulls cradling the consciousness into welcome quiescence. Ever and again, storms pass through. Merciless gales and rainfall that press against the mind, and bring fleeting glimpses ofmore; impressions of things that exist beyond this plane and feed that drive, thatneedto reach out and connect - only to be quelled by the rhythmic ebb and flow of the Lethe.Repeat ad infinitum.But each passing storm leaves an imprint, a dim and distant reminder of light beyond the darkness. And although that longing is mollified after each pass, an ache remains at the edge of awareness.~*~This storm is different. It incites another level of focus not present in the squalls beforehand: the imprints, the glimpses, the flickers of light all coalesce to provide a faint glimmering of. . .Hope. With that, she reaches out into the storm and further still; even though she knows blissful forgetfulness awaits and the odds are ever against her, she persists.And latches on.Her grip is answered by another whose steady strength pulls at and flows through her. The howling winds slowly wane behind her as crisp mountain air takes its place. Sunrises are followed by sunsets, and she feels the impression of lifetimes lived several times over. She presses back into the bond and shares the only thing she has left to give. The only thing she’s been able to keep close to her heart, when everything else has long been forgotten.“Vera.”Her name. It’s been ages since she’s heard it; part of her even questions its accuracy. Nevertheless, joyous relief courses through her, only to be followed by complete and utter exhaustion. Wherever she is now is suddenly too bright, too loud, and simply too much.“Can you hear me?”She tries to recall the mechanics for verbal communication, and feels like the process itself is calling upon the last remnants of her strength. She makes the most of it, even as her voice cracks, “Sí. Who are you, and where am I?” If he was human, Beaumont would be panting for breath - instead, the world is filtered with greys, and the sounds of the diner are muted. Without a body, what Beaumont has to spend is the strength of his soul and his attachment to Raim, and though it runs deep, it's not infinite. The soldier leans against his partner's shoulder, grounding himself in the warm flesh, and then answers, I'm Beaumont. I'll take you home."He needs Vera to come with him - he can't drag her up by himself, not completely, and she's confused and frightened. At the same time, he's notlying, not in the least, because home is what Raim means to him, the one person that defines his existence, that's been his bulwark against a literally unseeing, uncaring world. The eccentric penpusher acts like the little brother, but against all the doctors and lawyers and skeptics of the world he bristles his fur and bares teeth fit for an alleyway scrum.Hopefully, Vera can find the same kind of acceptance and peace in Olivia."Her name is Vera," Beaumont says to Olivia, exhaustion dragging his voice threadbare, too tired to remember that she can't hear him directly yet. Raim's quick to repeat his words though, brow furrowed and his hand warm on Beaumont's wrist. "Call her home,ma cocinelle. She's lost. She's frightened."Conduit that he is for Beaumont's actions here, Raim's hands are tight on his partner's, and his other reaches out to lay atop Olivia's, completing a circle he doesn't even consider. "You're safe too," he murmurs to Olivia. "You're fine. We're with you. Breathe." The air settles, and surprisingly enough, the incessant pressure at her temples ceases almost as quickly as it had surfaced.Olivia stares at Raim in wide-eyed bewilderment while she tries her best to heed his words. One second, she was doubled over with a migraine threatening to split her head open, and now there’s a woman’s form coalescing next to their table.Having a conversation about hleessi was one thing. Seeing and experiencing yours form was completely another.The sudden urge to flee almost reaches a fever-pitch until she feels Raim’s hand atop her own. This time she doesn’t hesitate and turns her hand to hold his. The warmth of his touch and the calm cadence of his voice soothes her nerves and grounds her, giving her a chance to find her own strength.Olivia nods and takes a breath before turning towards the edge of the table. “Vera?” she asks tentatively, while her heart thrums away. She’s still not sure what to make of all of this, but the gentle clasp of Raim’s hand reassures her that she’s not alone, and so she presses on.“My name is Olivia.” She reaches outward with her other hand, fingers outstretched in quiet invitation: “Let’s go home.”~*~“I’m just down the hall here.” Olivia directs Raim, as she steps off the elevator and cradles Vera’s gaseous form in a princess carry. While she doesn’t weigh anything near what a human adult does, Olivia catches herself making small, constant adjustments just to maintain her hold; it’s like trying to carry a waterfall of silk with the flowing layers threatening to slip and cascade over. Meanwhile, Vera murmurs non-sensical fragments with each step and movement that jostles her.Olivia manages to grab her keys from her pocket, only slightly fumbling when she guides it towards the lock. “You’re actually the first ones I’ve shown my place to”, she shares, rather brightly, before realization sets and she starts running a mental checklist.When Raim offered to accompany her home and view her place, she couldn’t say yes fast enough. For research, she reasoned. Right now though, she hopes she doesn’t have anything unseemly lying around in the open, like scattered clothes or leftover plates.Her eyes narrow when the key sticks, and the lock doesn’t quite turn. She glances up and verifies her apartment number with relief, before re-inserting her key with a jiggle. “I’m not quite completely moved in yet, so there’s still a few boxes around,” she warns Raim and Beaumont, just in case they’re the types to keep things obsessively tidy. She isn’t a slob by any means, but she wasn’t planning on having guests over any time soon; now she has three. One of which was going to possibly become permanent. This time the lock turns, allowing her to depress the handle lever and open the door.Olivia nudges it open for Raim to hold, while she steps over the threshold with Vera in her arms. “We’re home,” she sighs with a soft smile, and moves the dimmer switches up. Warm track lighting floods the open-concept space revealing her kitchen and work/living area. A few taps on the nearby screen fill the room with a smooth jazz piece: bright piano flourishes balanced with sultry, mellow saxophone tones. Dark hardwood floors lead to the grandiose windows adorning the far, red-bricked walls. The adjacent walls are painted in cool, light greys and are dotted with varying informational design posters.She walks past her work desk and over to the singular piece of furniture in the living area - a plush, oversized armchair upholstered in aubergine fabric with sun-faded, worn areas that tell the tales of time and several moves. The young woman gently lays Vera’s form across it so that her head is cradled by one arm and her legs are hanging off the other.Once she feels like Vera is in a secure position, she finds Raim and can’t help but smile again. “Well, this is it,” her hands move outstretched in front of her. “My place and where it all began with her,” she nods towards Vera’s coalescent form. There’s a patient curiosity to her voice now, taking place of the wary anxiety from their first encounter earlier in the day.“I can give you two a tour, if you would like?” Vera's consistency of form is amazing - most freshly-incarnated Hlessi don't manage to hold a form together. That's indicative of some incredible force of personality, and to be honest Raim is a little intimidated by who she'll turn out to be. One Hildegarde is enough for him. Rather than comment on the decor, he just follows Olivia to the center of a pleasantly-spacious living area, and kneels beside the armchair. He can't see Vera himself, but the hairs on his neck are raised and the cool not-pressure of a guest's presence brushes by his face. He's gotten good at knowing where they are by inference.There's no fluctuation in the pressure, and while he doesn't reach out to touch, he carefully memorizes the girl's name and the taste of cherries that comes to mind, grounding her presence in himself as well, doing what little he can to help anchor her.It feels little different than praying, sometimes. The lines between sophistry, science, and religion run narrow, just like the walls between life and death.He gives thanks to have Vera back, then, and turns his focus to Olivia."It's a pretty nice apartment," he says admiringly. "Spacious. Much better than campus accommodations, or even what I have now."He'd been in the budget domiciles while he'd been in Uni. The experience had not been pleasant."To be fair, is there even much to see if you're still moving in?" he quibbles. The relief of things going so well takes the edge of his nerves, makes him a little sassy, giddiness bubbling quiet in his chest. "Yes,thisis the room I stacked my book boxes in. Over here, the bedframe. That wall is where the posters will be."Nevertheless, he stands up beside Olivia and tilts his head with a smile, after his eyes flick over automatically to Beaumont. The older man has sat himself down besides the armchair, leaning his head against it as he breathes, slow. His exhaustion is evident, and Raim finds himself leaning towards finding excuses to hang around for a bit, to let the poor man catch some winks before they have to catch a ride home. Olivia worries her lip. It’s true, there isn’t much more to show beyond the bathroom and two bedrooms; all of which are still somewhat spare. The current projects at her new job had kept her so busy that she hadn’t been able to fully move in and decorate, much less find someone to split the rent with.“I’m only a few years out of dorm living myself. Honestly, this is the largest place I’ve had - it’s still weird calling it ‘home.’”She glances at her guest laying across the armchair. Now that she and Vera are home safe there isn’t much reason for Raim and Beaumont to linger, but Olivia finds herself wanting them to stay. Her cheeks pink at Raim’s quips, but quick thinking lends her a wry retort, “I thought that maybe as my official exopsychologist you would want to be familiar with the entire space, especially if Vera is tied to it somehow?”Her face beams with a coquettish smile as she gently takes his hand in hers and guides him toward the short hallway; a surge of giddy eagerness adds a bounce to her step, “Besides, I want to show it off to you.”Olivia’s intent is genuine, but it’s his presence and the clasp of his hand that has her heart singing and her stomach jumping somersaults.She shows the single modernized bathroom before taking him through her bedroom and finally around the empty secondary room at the end of the hall. “I was torn between which room to take for myself, but ultimately chose the quieter of the two and the one with the built-in closet.” She walks to the far wall of windows and opens a few of the panels with a dreamy sigh, “Can’t beat this view though.”The city’s skyline is dotted with lights and the evening breeze carries muted sounds of traffic below, “Between work and Vera’s antics while trying to connect, I haven’t had a chance to find a roommate.” Memories of flickering lights and toppling dishware flit across her mind before she winces on a groan, “Explaining ahlessipartner is going to be a fun ordeal, I’m sure.”She glances at the door before she meets Raim’s eyes, “Speaking of, will they be ok? Vera and Beaumont?”~*~Vera moans as bleary eyes crack open to take in her new surroundings. The heels of her hands press momentarily against her eye sockets before she slowly sits up in an effort to get her bearings straight; confusion sets in while a sense of disagreeable familiarity reverberates in the background of her mind.If there’s one thing that she’s certain of: Wherever she is now isn’t the nebulous, shadowy abyss she was in, and for that she’s thankful.The sounds of deep breathing catches her attention, and she notices the head of someone resting right next to where her own had been. She clambers off the oversized armchair to kneel in front of a large, dozing man dressed in dark blue military garb; it takes a beat or two before she recognizes him as the one that pulled her out of that unfathomable void.A slew of questions rise to the surface before her frazzled brain can parse them, and she notes that jabbing at his propped knee isn’t garnering any response.Her hand reaches out to cradle his square jaw, framing his clean-shaven face between her thumb and slender fingers. In a curious fashion, she turns him from side to side and realizes that it’s taking bit of effort on her part to maintain her grasp, as if her hand is passingthroughhim instead of retaining physical contact. Despite all this, he still remains suspended in the throes of slumber.Impatience rears its ugly head, and Vera huffs a dramatic sigh before pulling her hand back only to have it smack against his cheek. She finds satisfaction in the resounding clap, knowing the strike held contact instead of going through.“Ei, are you alive?” Raim doesn't say this is the largest place he'd have lived in, period. He'd been a scholarship boy; he's never going back to the old, shitty trailers he'd grown up in if he can help it. The open land, he misses, sure, but not the people, and not the wreckage. Instead, his hand tightens on Olivia's, his thumb rubs across her knuckles again, familiar, and he follows her without complaint as she tugs him along."Closet space," Raim says with a slow nod. "I, uh, understand people use that. Sometimes. You're more than welcome to it."He's not fashion-blind, but he wears pretty much the same color of clothing and type every day, not least because buying in bulk is cheaper. He has some t-shirts and sweatpants but those are Not for Seeing. Those are strictly house lounge wear. As a result, his closet is about three-quarters empty no matter what he's doing.As for roommates and Hlessi - Raim scratches the back of his head with a sigh. "It gets tetchy," he admits. "I never managed to keep a roommate through college, most guys my age get freaked out by it. Then when I moved out, there's lots of arguments about whether he counts as a cohabitor, or a dependent, or a pet, even -"Raim's breath huffs out his nostrils atthatone, clearly displeased -"But it comes down to a case-by-case basis, in the end. And despite what it may sound like - donotget a ghost fanatic or paranormal nerd as a roommate. They never stop poking at you or your partner, or setting up tests, or being satisfied. Just not worth the hassle, in my opinion."~*~Beaumont rouses to spot an angry woman kneeling in front of him. His mouth comes online before his brain does, unfortunately, hassled by drowsiness."At least suck my dick before you start hitting me, Christ," he mutters, blinking blearily and rubbing at his eyes. "You got this all out of order."It's not the most political opening, but dammit, he's tired, and getting woken up by a good crosshand is not a way to work oneself into Beaumont's good graces. Vera raises a brow at his barbed comment, “Tsch, the mouth on you. I didn’t even hit hard.”She takes in his features and shrugs, satisfied with what she sees. “But I can,” she continues, while placing her hand on his outstretched thigh, “if that’s what you are into?” The corners of her mouth curve into a coy grin.Just as she places weight on her hand to draw closer into his space, her hand fallsthroughhis leg and makes contact with the floor; the forward momentum awkwardly pitches her forward so that their faces are mere inches away.“Eh?”Her green eyes go wide with surprise, and any attempt at suppressing her amusement falls short. Her shameless play at seduction quickly turns into a bout of bubbling laughter and the sound is catching as it is raucous. This flash of slaphappy delight is enough to offset her exhaustion from just a moment ago.Vera sits back and takes a few seconds to compose herself while chuckling, “Beaumont, is it?” The syllables of his name carry that silken flow of her native tongue. “And how do you mean? What order?” She continues to pass her hand, back-and-forth through his leg, unable to shake the feeling that she’s been here before.~*~Olivia frowns as Raim recounts his experiences with roommates. Trying to find someone to split the rent is already a hassle in and of itself; trying to find someone familiar withhlessiand without ulterior motives seems outright impossible.She glances at the young doctor as sounds from the living room catch her attention. Her brows furrow before rising questioningly at what sounds like someone laughing, “Should we go check on them?”

A Lamp at the Door (Closed)

[Dark Heresy] Blood on the Lathes IC

Since its inception at the hands of Malcador the Sigilite shortly after Horus' rebellion, the Inquisition has always stood as the barrier between mankind and the corruption of the daemons and xenos that prowl the galaxy. Ever watchful, it ceaselessly strives to uncover and destroy any hint of corruption within the entire Imperium, from the tallest spires to the darkest jungles, from the numberless ranks of the Imperial Guard to the bureaucratic nightmare Adeptus Terra. To achieve this, the Inquisition is given absolute power over any Imperial citizen, and even the right to order the destruction of entire worlds if judged necessary.And yet, within the Imperium of Man, there are those who stand apart, immune from the absolute power of the Inquisition. Of course, the Adeptus Astartes, favoured sons of the Emperor himself, bow to no one but their own kin despite their great betrayal, and brooch no invasion into their secrets, and so the Inquisition usually only monitors them from afar.Moreover, within the confines of the Imperium, and yet standing distinct in most things, lies another institution, more ancient than the Emperor himself, the Adeptus Mechanicus. Indeed, in the primordial days of the Great Crusade, the priests of Mars swore an oath to the Emperor, not as vassals, but as allies, giving birth to the symbiotic relationship still seen today. In so doing, every world claimed to the will of the Omnissiah would stand apart from Imperial Law, being only submitted to the decrees of the priesthood of Mars, thereby making them all but immune from the direct influence of the Holy Ordos of the Inquisition, often to the great displeasure of the latter.Nevertheless, be they man or machine, a thinking being may be tempted and corrupted, and so the Adeptus Mechanicus maintains its own watchdogs. In the Calixis Sector, this task falls upon the Lords Dragon, a secretive cabal of priest dedicated to ensuring the moral and intellectual purity of the Dominion of the Lathes. Acting always through emissaries, their existence is all but unknown even within the priesthood.Whether by fate, misfortune or duty, you have been pressed into the service of this shadowy organisation, under the direct control of Magos Juris Hadrek of Hadd. Since than, your existence has been relatively quiet in the depths of the forge cities of the Lathes, and although the Magos has insisted on having you follow basic cult hypno-indoctrination therapy to get you up to speed, the true purpose of your recruitment remains nebulous.__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ _Practical. Efficient. Uniform. Sterile. Those are all words that would well describe your new Mechanicus appointed life-cells. Barely illuminated by the dim glow of a lumen bulb, your humble accommodations spread out before you. Composed of a bed with a mattress the consistency of concrete, a desk with an integrated dataslate glowing sickly in the dim lighting and a standard issue footlocker containing a simple red robe, your rooms look more like cells than living spaces, a distinction solely apparent by the presence of a relatively large empty arms rack opposite the door, and the omnipresent smell of machine incense permeating the air.Just as you are getting settled in, your ears slowly getting used to the endless chorus of machinery echoing through the entire structure, the dataslate placed on your desks begin to glow noticeably brighter, and green text begins to appear on it in a simple, easily readable monospaced font.Spoiler Hide --------30:30 ... --------Incoming Message ... --------O-C23-L005-PH001-Me03Ju-HA002142 ... --------Encryption Code Omega ... --------Commence Decryption Y/N? ... --------Decryption Commencing ... --------Convocation Order Priority: Tau Dispenser: Magos Juris HA002142, common appellation "Hadrek" Time: 33:00 Het Standard Time Locale: Infotomb H003-V23-J15, common appellation "Judicial Vault 15" Motive: Preliminary Investigation Transport: Cargo shuttle L4503, docking bay C04, departure 32:00 H003 Though for the day "One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane." Tesla of Terra --------Message Link Terminated ... Vex was doing his regular press-ups when he noticed the message, moving over to the table he grabbed the data-slate and read through it.Throne I will never get used to these codes.he thought to himself. He made to leave the room before remembering the robe,Expecting me to wear this thing, not exactly fashionable he threw the robe over his Leather gang jacket with a winged skull on the back. It also covered his two gun holsters, the left containing a finely made Fate Bringer revolver with its long Barrel hanging almost to his knee, on his right hip sat a Carnadon, the conplete opposite of the Fate Bringer, it was short, blocky and practical looking. Lastly it fell over his loose fitting jeans, and big black boots. He ran his right had through his mess of hair, as he often did.Finally ready he made his way out of his tiny little room, as he walked down the corridors he let his thoughts wanderSupposed to be a simple Merc job, been here a month and all they have done is fill my head with junk, no girls, no drink, no gambling. A right bunch of stiffs these Cogs are.Vex was the first into the docking bay, he sighed,So much for punctuality.he waited in the far corner leaning casually against the wall. Perhaps most striking to the Imperials is the only man of discernible Mechanicus origin. Already wearing a red robe he moves with a rather unnatural grace and ease belittling the implants visible all across his body, the overwhelming majority of which don't seem to perform any practical purpose whatsoever. He seems like he is, and indeed would be, comfortable in these supremely spartan quarters. A long-las is visible across his back, held there by a sling across his shoulders, over the cloth of the robe and the dark metal of unpainted armor of a design seen only used by the Skitarii Tech-Guard.To Vex this guy certainly looks like a stiff.We have orders. Move out. Finally, something that could be a mission, all this waiting and these lessons... like they want me to become one of them.is thinking Eisen. He gets up from his bunk and he starts to put on his armor and his uniform. All his belongins in the backpack and the weapons at head he makes his way to the cargo bay from where his shuttle will depart. Sitting crosslegged on the floor of the cell, my hair not quite bothering to obey gravity as I meditate on the Immaterium when the slate beeps. Reality snaps back and I shake my head clear.Reading the slate I sighNo Details. Never any details. Typical.I latch the thin sword to my waist and pull the unadorned crimson robes on over my clothes and pull the hood upCamouflage is always nice, no one ever bothers to look twice at red robes around here.Collecting my travel pack I head out of the cell and through the corridors to the lift banks that lead to docking bay C04. The bay is utilatarian and nearly emptyThis emptyness must be orchestrated, given the size of this place and it's normal throughput.Looking around I spot two people who have arrived already and head towards them.Well that one is dressed as a Skitarri, whether he is though is another matter and the other ... a mercenary perhaps?Reaching them I smile, though this largely concealed in the shadows of the hood.Hello, do you know if we are expecting anyone else? The dull, clean living cell made an almost perfect training room and even living space too for Xanthis. If only there was a little more room was only complaint Xanthis had about the room but that was for practice reasons not comfort. He was in the middle of an especially hard flourish of sword strokes when he saw a green light glinting out of the corner of his eye. This momentary distraction made his foot slip by the slightest degree.Those mechanicus always but in at the wrong time.was Xanthis' thought as he put his magnificent sword away. He walked over silently read the dataslate, suited up, and donned his red robe. When he walked out of his cell he had his arbitrator uniform on with a shotgun slung over his back and his sword slung at his side, with the robe draped over it all. He walks to the docking bay keeping to himself the whole way. There he waits for someone to step forward with more information. As the fifth red-robbed stranger arrives in the largely desert loading bay, a small individual, unrecognizable as even human being behind the veil of cyber implants and the red robe he wears, exits the back cargo doors of the lander with a decidedly mechanical stride, and positioning himself between the group of outsiders and the lander, which is in fact a small intrasystem craft, pulls out what appears to be a small black metallic seemingly out of nowhere.Indicating that you should come forward, he points at the device, his voice surprisingly human sounding despite the monotone."Protocol requires gene-scanning to ensure identity. Please step forward in an orderly fashion and present a digit for laceration and sampling. Procedure is relatively painless. If no digits are possessed, a 1 mL sample of blood will suffice."Simultaneously, what appears to be a mechanized trolley filled with crates marked with the Cog Mechanicus stops besides the lander, and a group of large servitors equipped with lifting-claws begin loading the crates into the the lander."A cargo hauler without cargo is suspicious. After gene-scanning, proceed to the seats at the back the hauler; there is adequate seating space for everybody, please do not sit or lay on top of cargo. In the event of an accident, the cargo compartment is meant to separate from the rest of the chassis and retro-dampers should ensure your safety. In the event of an attack, firing ports will open alongside the periphery of the cargo bay for your personal use."He adds, looking back at the small craft. Xanthis quickly stepped up to the line. "Please do get on with it." After the gene-scanning is finished Xanthis walks onto the cargo hauler and takes a seat at the back. He pulls out his sword and starts cleaning it with a methodicalness that would impress a priest. He was preparing himself to do work for the Emperor... in a roundabout way. That's what he told himself anyways. Eisen goes last for the gene-scanning and presents his small finger for it, meanwhile he is looking around the cargo bay at his flight companions. Silently, he gets on the cargo hauler and takes a seat close to the door. Vex moved over to the tech priest and offered his thumb, well he wants going to damage either of his trigger fingers."Don't see the need for this, no-else looks good enough to be me."he states with a sly smile.Once his identity is confirmed, he boards the hauler, sitting opposite the guy cleaning his sword. Watching him for a few seconds he relaxes, leans back, and starts to roll a coin around his fingers."That's a pretty stick you got there. Not much use in a gunfight though."he says nodding towards the sword, his grin widening a little, though it never reached his eyes which were constantly looking around."I reckon you'd have your brains blown out before you even managed to get outta that seat." Letting my hand slip clear from the sleeves of my robe as I offer it up to the priest I wince slightly as it the device jabs me, more at a memory than any actual painI never did like needles. I doubt anyone who lives through it does.When the priest is done I board shuttle and take a seat. Shortly thereafter I pull my hood back and start to idly straighten my hair as I listen to the presumed mercenary twit a man cleaning his, obviously very fine, sword. As per procedure, Cleave presents himself when called, and displays an implant designed specifically for making this procedure as quick as possible. Afterwards he returns to the group awaiting further instruction, momentarily distracted by the bout between the two mercenaries. He sincerely wishes this was a purely Mechanicus operation, he can't possibly imagine any logical explanation as to why the Priesthood would bring in outsiders, of all things. Surely there are Hyspasists to draw upon?Leave him alone, mercenary. After a few minutes of methodically cleaning his sword he sees the guy who was leaning against the wall walk on and into his seat. Then after a few seconds he sees him pull out a coin and start talking nonsense, Xanthis thinksI've heard plenty of these people before.He takes a couple seconds before issuing a reply. "Your not the first person to say that, you know. But somehow most everyone who has said that is dead." Xanthis says evenly and calmly not looking up from cleaning his sword. Then he looks up to see the face of who actually said this to him " The ones alive, are alive because they weren't heretics or breaking the law, like you" Xanthis leans back down to continue cleaning sword. As the Skitarri soldier takes his seat, the back doors slowly close as lumen bulbs light up in the passenger compartment, the harsh flickering glare of the artificial light, rapidly overpowering what little exterior light can be seen through the scattered portholes.A creaky voice erupts from the intercom system."Primary Ignition Protocol commencing. Initiating automated transit."The doors closed, the deep rumbling of the engine ignition protocol can be heard, the smell of burning promethium filling the cabin, and the ship begins to move laterally, as if on rails, towards what seemed to be the back of the hangar. Less than a minute later, the movement stops, and a loud click can be heard from outside, followed shortly by a dramatic increase in the intensity of the engine's rumbling."Takeoff Protocol commencing, please take a seat."As the Tech-Priest's announcement finishes, you feel a very strong acceleration towards the top, the crafts engines roaring as they overpower the planet's gravitational pull. Shortly thereafter, the vertical acceleration diminishes, and a gradual shift to frontward acceleration is evident as another announcement is made."Flight Protocol commencing"Almost instantly, a cool breeze can be felt in the cabin, and the slow whirling of the aeration system heard as the smell of burning promethium is slowly replaced with that of machine incense."ETA is 32:55 Het Standard Time." Vex grins again, this time a little more sincerely, he's about to reply when the take off procedure interrupts him. Once the flight path settles down, he looks at the swordsman again,"I'm not most everyone, I'm the best looking guy this side of the Eye, and those on the other side, well, they aren't much to compare against. eh? As for breaking the law, cant say I stuck by it too much, a guys gotta eat."He eyes the others up, stopping on the only female on board for longer, he watched as she played with her hair,Well, at least we have ourselves a looker around herehe thought to himself."Hello there M'aam, what's a pretty gal like you doing here?he asks hoping to appeal to her with his natural charm,"Names Vex, well thats what everyone calls me, never did know what my parents called me. Hows about you?"he runs his right hand through his hair again and flashes her a brilliant smile that has wooed hundreds of women across the Sector. Eisen looks at his fellow passengers and without saying anything with a small shrug he rummages trough his backpack and pull out the Primer and starts to read it. I still my hand as the mercenary speaks and the smiles at meI wonder how long he spends practicing that...Smiling back I answer"Generally i'm Olivia, Apparently i'm here for a preliminary investigation, like you Vex. What of, I have no idea." a quick flash of a grin and then" I so rarely do. What do you all go by for names?" Eisen pauses from his reading and speaks.Name's Eisen. Miss Olivia, can you please detail more about this preliminary investigation? Or anyone of you if you have the knowledge? Vex turns away from Olivia finally and shrugs at Eisen."We go, we look, we shoot some stuff, we come home. That's how all Investigations go."He takes a second to scan the group again"Well we got a Lady, a guy with a pointy stick, a Cog-boy, a guy in Uniform, and Me. So to me that tells me they aren't expecting too much trouble, but they needed me to make sure you all got back in one piece."he settles back into his chair and starts playing with the coin again."I'm just ready to get this Throne forsaken robe off." My fingers resume their twirling"I'm afraid I can't tell you the details Eisen, I haven't a clue what they are after all. I can't say I have ever been called a lady before though." After the take-off Xanthis continues cleaning his sword and listening to the turns of the conversation. "Names Xanthis." He says shortly after asked. "You know Vex, the talented hawk hides its talons." And with that Xanthis deliberately and carefully puts his sword away. He leans back clearing his mind while listening to the conversation. Designation Lambda S2 CCLVIThe mechanicum guard replies.Skitarii Support 2nd Class.He doesn't go on for much longer, apparently not having much else to say. As the flight goes on, partly in idle chatter, partly in awkward silence, the intercomm systems buzzes again."ETA 10 minutes, please return to your seat. I remind you that Data Vault Access Regulation Decree 8-c states that firearms of any type are forbidden inside Vaults, and any integrated weaponry must be depowered. Gene-locked arms lockers should be available upon entrance." Eisen packs all his grenades, the death-light and the laspistol in the backpack, keeping the knife on himself.They said no firearms right?It seems that you are a lucky one Xanthis. Maybe someday you will teach me some more than what I know at the moment about melee weapons, that being:"The pointy stick goes into the enemy". Then he awaits for the ship to land, curious about what this meeting is all about. Even the Skitarii knows that investigations are harder with firearm restrictions. Really all that does is empower interlopers whowon'tabide by Mechanicus regulations. Nevertheless he is willing to abide. As soon as the announcement comes on and states no firearms permitted Vex's blasé attitude vanishes and he turns slightly pale."Whaoh, no-one said that before we left, no way no how am I leaving my guns anywhere with anyone except myself. Not even in a locker!"he starts to hyperventilate"You can forget it, I'm not doing it. I'd rather face down a herd of charging Grox than give up my guns."He then shouts to the pilot, whether he can hear or not, or even if he would register the complaint"You better tell them that I'm keeping my guns, no Frakking way am I leaving them behind. You better tell them, and they better Frakking listen!" The Skitarii puts his arm in front of Vex, urging him to calm down with veiled threats.The cogs of the Adeptus Mechanicus must always turn. If you want to fly in the face of the will of the Machine God, well...there is always a demand for Servitor components. Vex turns to the Skitarii"I'm not sure you understand Cog, let me spell it out for you. I. Am. Not. Giving. Up. My. Guns. No debate, I don't give a flying Frak about the cogs of the Mechanicus, they can try making me into a servitor but I promise they won't get close!"his hands float to his guns resting lightly on the handles. Xanthis was sitting back listening when the announcement came over about no firearms,well I least I don't feel the need to lug around my shotgun now, was his only thought about it. He was ready to respond to Eisen about having respect for weapons when he hears Vex freak out about his weapons. Xanthis chuckled a little before replying. "Looks like that hawk is going to get his talons removed." He leans his head forward and opens his eyes getting ready for the departure. As Vex starts to hyperventilate I reach out and rest my hand on his shoulder, then squeeze gently"Calmly Vex, Calmly. Panicing doesn't do anything for anyone and i'm sure a big strong man like you can handle a little trip into a datavault without your guns." Originally Posted by Col.Straken Vex turns to the Skitarii "I'm not sure you understand Cog, let me spell it out for you. I. Am. Not. Giving. Up. My. Guns. No debate, I don't give a flying Frak about the cogs of the Mechanicus, they can try making me into a servitor but I promise they won't get close!" his hands float to his guns resting lightly on the handles. I can promise you they can get as close as they want.The Cog replies.The Imperium would not exist but for the infrastructure and technology of the Machine God and His priesthood. Who are you to think yourself great enough to stand against the will of the Omnissiah? If you would listen to only one thing I would say, it would be this: The Adeptus Mechanicus will reduce you to servitor components if you do not comply. They don't need you. Your guns aren't worth it, and besides, you will get them back. Hearing the commotion in the passenger cabin, the intercomm buzzes to life."The Skitarri is correct, Vex of Gunmetal, is it not? Metalican culture intriguing, worship of firearms not as the Omnissiah's gift, or a tool to destroy the Ennemy, simply as a means to an end, a way of life. Crude really."It adds in a harsh monotone."This ones behavior appears erratic, possibly unstable, when threatened by the removal of choice weaponry. Erratic behavior inside data vault undesirable. Exception to regulation possible to ensure compliance if individuals are willing to part with all ammunition. Ammunition will be returned to them in full." Vex turns to Olivia,"It's not me I'm worried about darlin, it's my precious guns, who knows what could happen with me not around."He looks down and takes on a sullen expression and runs his right hand through his hair, before looking up again with a sly grin on his face,"Ah well, I can always charm my way in with my babies."Upon hearing the next announcement his smile grows wider"Well that's a start, but no ammo is almost as bad, maybe one bullet in each? Just to feel a little better?"he puts on his most charming face he can pull off and the most diplomatic voice possible The intercomm roars again, and the mechanical voice has an almostdispleasedtone to it."Request denied. Statistics indicate that 0.03% of visitors with armed firearms cause damage to infrastructure. Protocol places protection of vault infrastructure and data over emotional comfort of visitors." Vex sighs, before mumbling"The only damage I cause is the damage I aim to cause..."he trails off adding something about sump rats and their rear ends. As Vex finally calms down I give his shoulder another squeeze, step back and smile at him. Then I turn to remove a small, compact laspistol from a comparment in my backpack and proceed to check itLooks normal, or as normal as it ever does. I swear the pattern is different every time I look at it.Shaking my head I slip it into an outer pocket in my robe. Vex turns to Cleave"Heh, looks like your wrong Cog. Clearly they do need me and my guns."he grins one of his grins"Alright I have no bullets, but at least I know my guns are safe." Xanthis just shakes his head. "I'm glad the rules can bent by some over emotional hiver." "You wouldn't like someone trying to take your family away from you. It's only the same Sage."Vex says the word sage with disgust, deciding that this guys constant philosophising needed a derogatory nickname. The Skitarii shakes his head in disgust.It is the Omnissiah's will that you relinquish your weapons, temporarily, to the designated weapons locker. To refuse is to show profound disrespect for your weapons' machine-spirits. Xanthis chuckles inwardly at the word 'sage'. "They say an apprentice near the temples will learn to recite scriptures, maybe even you could learn." The last part Xanthis says in a condescending manner. The end of the flight was uneventful, the roaring of the engines slowly dimming as your ears accommodated to it. When the craft neared the landing area, the Tech-Priest's voice rumbled again."Landing Protocol initiated. Please take your seats. Please do not interfere with the unloading process when exiting."Suddenly, the craft slowed dramatically, the engines' thrust switching from horizontal to vertical as the craft began its slow descent. As the landing gear touched the ground, the ventilation system shut down, and the cabin depressurized as the cargo door opened.Outside, the sight was much the same as it had been in the factory district you had just left, with large metallic buildings stretching in the distance as far as the eyes could see. But the buildings here where more ornate, bearing carved Cog Mechanicus and elements of old Terran architecture, the installations clearly not wholly utilitarian in their nature. The last glares of the system's star setting, painting everything a deep shade of crimson through the sky's sulfurous filter, only rendered the scene more dramatic, giving the entire area around you the shade of ancient Mars. Moreover, the air felt notably less toxic and heavy here, the smell of machine incense only dim, and the stench of toxic fumes nearly absent. By the near absence of the drumming of machinery, it was obvious that this place was not a production center.As you exit the craft, a new battery of servitors emerge from a doorway before you, its arched entrance bearing the sigil of the Machine Cult and underneath it its reference ID, H003-V23-J15. Beyond it, the glare of distant lumen only lit empty walls. As the shuttle settles on it's landing gear I rise and pull the hood of my robes up, shrouding my face once more. As the hiss of balancing pressures abates and the hatch opens I step forward, first of the ecletic group out and onto the landing pad. Seeing the servitors heading towards I step clear and move slowly in the direction of the building they had come from. Looking up I read the serial number H003-V23-J15 on the arch."Judicial vault number 15 it appears, I do wonder just what it is we are here for." Eisen picks up his backpack, and steps out of the ship, closely after Olivia.I think that we will find pretty soon miss Olivia.Turning back to the ship he addresses Vex and Xanthis:I would cut it out if I were you. Before someone say something that could make things go wrong. I'll put a months wage on it that we are gonna be a team of some sorts. Vex was about to reply to Xanthis and Cleave when the landing announcement interrupted him. He growled instead and stood throwing his robe off, proudly displaying his Gang leather jacket and the two guns hanging at his waist."Sick of wearing this damn robe!"he storms off the shuttle and takes Olivia's arm walking with her into the building"Come on Darlin, I'll keep you company."He turns to Eisen"Don't worry friend, I can play nice, and like I said, any trouble off them, and they'd be flat dead before they could even consider attacking me, or my own." You'll kill them with your big mouth won't you?With a look aroundDoes anyone know where in the vault are we supposed to go? Xanthis gets up and walks out after Vex finished storming off. Xanthus walks down beside Eisen. "I thought a few wise words would be appreciated but thrones to a grox I guess." With Vex on my arm I look over to Eisen"No further than the entrance, or possibly the lockers, I should think Eisen. Entering the vault proper without the Magos could well be... unwise."Turning back to Vex I ask"Whats so bad about the robe anyway?" Cleave just looks over to the psyker, shrugging and shaking his head in response to the question. Appearing to focus all his attention of the girl he has latched himself onto he replies"Well you see darlin, it gets in the way of the guns, and it's coverin up who I am. That's a sign of shame where I'm from, live hard, live proud."He grins to her, now ignoring the others sly comments about him, he knows their minds will change when the bullets start flying and he's the only one to keep his cool. Smiling encouragingly at Vex"And just where are you from? That makes clothing a mark of shame?" Vex smiles, thinking about his home hive."Gunmetal City, Scintilla. The meanest, nastiest, pile of steaming metal in the sector. Only those that can shot survive for long, and only those that are the best join the gangs in the Infernis. To survive beyond 18 in the Infernis gangs is either a miracle or the makings of a legend. Hows about you? I can't even begin to guess at your homeworld, or even your talents, and that's not somethin I'm used to."He gives her a curious look, trying to work out her Origins, or even her role in this expedition.He had already spotted the Guardsman, though the Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer had been a dead giveaway. The Skitarii, well he couldn't hide himself if he tried. The swordsman, he wasn't too sure on his previous job, but he had the look of a Noble from some form of backwards world. But the girl, the girl was a mystery. She wasn't stunning, she wasn't even particulaly eye catching, but there was something, and Vex loved solving mysteries. Eisen gives a small nod to Xanthis and when Vex keeps making small chat with Olivia he interrupts them in the middle of conversation.Should we try and get to the meeting we are supposed to have? Maybe mr. Lambda S2 CCLVI knows where it is and can guide us. We may have lots of time to know each other or it will be no need of it after this meeting is over, so let's get going. "Well taking guesses at my homeworld would be a waste of time as I was born in the void between the stars, so no planet can truly claim me. I've been working as assitant of the Magos for a year or so now, in procurement mainly"When Eisen interupts I look back at him"True enough and perhaps he can, though if it is all the same to you, I for one, would really rather wait for the Magos to join us... the defences in these places can be so unwelcoming if they don't think you belong." A few minutes after you left the craft, the piloting Tech-Priest exits the craft and, after verifying that the cargo bay had been fully emptied, joins up with you."HA2142 should be waiting for you inside", he states, turning towards the gloom within."Arm chests are to the right after the entrance. Chem-sniffers and energy detectors are present beyond. Based on your armament, estimated probability of death or deadly injuries by servitor defense force triggered by possession of ammunition within is 98.3%. Following protocol is strongly advised", he adds mechanically, moving inside the door.Inside, your eyes rapidly adapt to the dim illumination, revealing a small octagonal anteroom, a Mechanicus sigil painted on the ceiling. On each side, alcoves can be seen near the ceiling, gilded servitors standing lifelessly within, every one of them bearing arcane weaponry. In front of you is another door bearing the vault's designation, closed for the moment, where your pilot seems to await you. To the right, a robbed servitor, bearing a large logis-cogitator implant and smelling distinctly of charred meat and cloth with a hint of ozone, stands before a short corridor, filled with what seem to be individual lockers of varying size. As you step in, it immediately looks at you, it's eyeless face easily following your movement."Relinquish all firearms and any explosive devices. Possessions will be stored under personalized gene-locks. If you desire, items may be cleaned and maintained according to the Omnissiah's will."It states in a rasping synthetic voice, it's lips moving soundlessly as speakers around the room echo his thoughts. Eisen takes of his backpack, removes the death-light and laspistol from it and gives them to the servitor,I've done my best to keep them in a good condition according to the Primer, but they could use more specialized care. Please care for them.Then he moves to a locker, opens it and leaves his backpack with the power cells and the rest of equipment in it, keeping the combat knife on his belt and closing the locker.How do you set the gene lock on one of these?After locking it he will move next to the Tech-Priest and waiting for the others so that they can get inside as a group. Xanthis walks to a locker and throws his shotgun and ammo in, locks it, and goes to stand near Eisen. Vex scowls at the servitor before putting his spare clips in the locker. Pausing for a second he considers pocketing a round for each gun, but he knows that the scanners of the Mechanicus are usually top class. Not willing to run the risk he unloads his Carnadon's Clip, and taking out the bullets of the Fate Bringer revolver before putting both back into his Holsters."Still don't see the need for this."he grumbles as he goes over the Tech Priest.He is now stood a lot less casually an looks very nervous. His eyes darting around to every darkened corner and at everyone in the room. He is visibly unsettled by the lack of ammunition. The Skitarii puts his own weapons in the locker, starting with his Long-Las, then the autogun and finally the laspistol as well as the extra ammo he has.Calm down sir.He says a bit mockingly to the shaking Gunmetallian.If anything would be able to shoot at us they'd be dead before they could even blink. I head over to the lockers on the wall and open the nearest unused one, retrieving the pistol form the pocket I had stowed it in I place it in the locker. Setting my pack down I also take two small cannisters from them and add them to the pistol in the locker.With everything volatile stowed I pick my pack back up and lock the locker, then head over to the Magos. Seeing that everybody had stored their equipment away, your pilot turns around to the door with a last warning"Any ammunition or explosives after this point will result in serious and irreparable harm." Moving to a small pad on the side of the door, he pulls out a tiny wire from his head and implants it within a compatible port on the wall. Moments later, the door audibly unlatches and opens, a gust of surprisingly cool and fresh air emerging from within.Inside, dim illumination allows you to see row upon row of cogitators and data-banks are placed in an orderly manner, a few by maintenance servitors walking through, mechanically verifying the integrity of the connectors and power circuits by connecting them directly to their own systems. "Please do not attempt to access or modify data within the vault without proper authorization," your guide tells you before pointing towards what looks like a hub at the center of the structure, a small circular tower rising from the ground."HA2142 requested your presence at the Librarian console. No further details where provided. This subject's designation is Tech-Adept TR0230; if you have no questions, I will wait for further transportation orders." Eisen nods to the Tech-Adept and with a steady pace walks to the hub structure.I wonder what this is all about that we couldn't be briefed in a normal location and we had to be dragged here. It seems like an intimidation attempt. At least I hope that the servitor will take good care of my guns and won't damage them in any way. Vex follows the others into the room, sullen looking and now becoming very quiet. He is clearly disconcerted by his lack of ammo. Xanthis calmly walked into the room trying to be completely aware of his surroundings.No ammo quieted the hiver pretty quickly.Xanthos notes as he's walking. So it's not the Magos giving the marching orders, curious indeed. And did they ask for us specifically or just any available, presumably readily disposible minions? Oh well, far too late to back out now, mind you it was too late to back out when I was born. So I guess we had just better get it done, whatever it is.And with that I picked up the pace as I walked to the console. As you walk towards the central console, you can clearly see a red robbed individual standing at the center, facing what appears to be the last vestiges of a human being implanted to some arcane machinery.As you approach, the red robbed individual turns towards you, and beckons you to move closer, his bionic eyes alternating their focus on each of you in turn. As you near the console, he begins to speak, his voice remarkably human."Lady, gentlemen, I, Hadrek of Hadd, bid you welcome into Judicial Vault 15. You have been contacted because the Mechanicus has need of individuals able to investigate, and deal with, possibly sensitive issues on their behalf while also remaining largely outside the organisational structure."Turning back towards the central servitor,"Your first task will be a relatively simple investigation of a potential Tech-Heretic with a history of malpractice extending 127 years, 7 planets and 3 sectors. Needless to say..."the Magos is about to continue when he suddenly stops, and begins to look closely at Vex."The Metallican appears ill; unusual heart rate, rapid breathing, rapid eye movement, paranoid reactions. Vex of Gunmetal, have you had any contact with the Scintilla strand of Lyssavirus? Or perhaps are under the influence of some chemical stimulant? Has anybody else been contaminated? Do you require medical assistance?" Negative, milord.Having grown up on a Forge-world, Cleave has known about the Priesthood and the Magos in the leadership. To meet one in person is a rather great honor in the Skitarii's mind. He still feels the need to correct his error nonetheless.It would appear Metallicans show great veneration for their firearms as a "means to an end." So much so that to be separated from either their weapons or their ammunition evokes a psychological condition not inconsistent with mundane terror.Of course such a thing could also result in his immediate death on-the-spot.Milord. Vex puts a hand to his head, his left hand straying to his gun, reminding him it's still there."I'm fine for Thrones sake, I'm fine. Just... Just a lil disorientated."He is clearly not in a stable sense of mind, constantly stroking his guns or holding his head. Eyes darting around the room, he sees everyone and everything as a threat. "Sir, If you would, please do continue.Xanthis asks in a more formal way. He is more concerned with the mission than the annoying interruption. "Interesting, subject developed acute psychological attachment to inanimate object to counteract omnipresent paranoia in environment of upbringing. Biologis should investigate... Further analysis irrelevant at this point if individuals vouch for their well being."He adds, losing interest in Vex's skittish behavior."Continuing, the subject in question, Magos Digitalis JU0167 of Hadd, is suspected of having returned to Hadd after the Silencing, seeking the large amount of abandoned resources and relatively easy access to forgotten infotombs there. Preliminary reports indicate that he has taken residence within the Baltean Maze to continue his unsanctioned experiments on indirect data mining and possibly trans-warp communication. The former consists of industrial espionage, the latter of irrefutable tech-heresy."Turning back to the servitor at the center of the room, Hadrek continues."This is the Librarian of Judicial Vault 15; it allows simpler access to the records held here on many members of the cult, namely JU0167. He was last observed entering the Lathes system 703 cycles ago, and a material disappearance report filled by Enginseer LI205 and corroborated by Magos Graviticus KL0023, both of Hadd, 12 cycles ago strongly suggests he remains on the planet. We require your investigation of this matter, and to report on any unsanctioned activities conducted by JU0167. In the event evident Tech-Heresy where uncovered, termination is acceptable." "I'm not paranoid!"Vex growls"I just don't trust anyone that thinks they can take my weapons."he glowers at the Magos paying little attention to the actual mission information."Find this rouge Techy, shoot him, job done. Now lets go." Listening intently on Hadrek's words Eisen frowns on Vex's outburst.Please excuse our companion Magos. I do have a couple of questions if I am permitted to ask them. First and foremost is how will we get between locations? Second is if we will have access to some sort of credentials that will open some doors for us, of course within reason? Third but not the least important, if Magos Digitalis is found, but no evident proof of heresy and he will oppose us taking him back here is termination also acceptable? After asking his questions he gets back into his silence, keeping a close eye on Vex in case of him doing anything stupid. Looking back to Vex with what appears to be some sort of frowning gesture, Hadrek than turns to Eisen"You transportation to Hadd will be on the transport ship XV-53 as regular passengers. Due to poor stellar alignment, the voyage should last about 4 hours. Once on Hadd, the mass transit system is adequate, and servitor manned private transports are relatively inexpensive. As for credentials, you will be provided with nearly universal rank 05, or Enginseer level, authorization; anything more is reserved for members of the Cult, and would immediately call attention to you. Finally, termination of the subject without proof of heresy or aggression is not acceptable; his guilt is not certain, and execution and/or neuro-cleasing for servitor service is only a punishment for heretics."He continues, glancing at Vex."I do not care to go into the cluttered details of Mechanicus regulations, but I am sure that Xanthis could explain to you in detail how presumption of guilt does not equate guilt, and that although the former is motive for action, it is not usually motive for outright termination without due process of law." Vex is clearly getting impatient waiting around, he never was very good at listening and without a loaded gun he was eager to get back to his ammo and feel the reassuring weight of his guns hanging fully loaded by his side."Yes yes, ask questions first, then shoot the Heretek. Come on, the longer we we talk the longer the Techy gets to prepare, we can sort out plans on the ride there."Vex's hands keep straying to his guns, making sure they are still there.Throne why do they need to keep talking, lets go already.he keeps thinking to himself, eyes straying to the door almost constantly, before flitting around to the corners and other occupants of the room and back to the door. Xanthis glares at Vex when he rudely interrupted yet again. And when the Hadrek mentions Xanthis, he is quite surprised.I wonder how much they know of me?"Why yes sir, If need be I can explain exactly that. I shall take responsibility to see that the subject is dealt with accordingly and befittingly." Xanthis says almost with an air of authority. By claiming this he has staked his honor on the line and that matters a lot more than most people know. Seeing Vex start to get twitchy again as the Magos provides detail I reach out to take his hand and squeeze it and whisper"Just try and stay calm please"As the Magos speaks about proof I cant help but thinkInnocent until proven guilty? How very strange.At a break in his discourse I interject"Magos, what precisely is the Baltean Maze?" Inspecting the different members of the group, Hadrek continues."It seems the Metalican is in a hurry to retrieve the psychological comfort of his weaponry, so I will be quick. The Baltean Maze is the layer of artificial structures separating what appears to be the natural surface of Hadd and the actual planetary crust; it is essentially composed of layers upon layers of convoluted infrastructure and held up by gigantic anti-grav plates."Also, a final recommendation before you leave; the judicial vault contains little information on JU0167, but I suspect the individuals who filled the report against him may know more about his present actions. Based on past evidence, it is also probable that the Red Ghost knows about his latest schemes. You may want to investigate either, or both of them, to clarify the present situation. Of course, the latter is well and truly insane, so do not blindly believe anything he says, although he has proven reliable on many occasions. If you have no further questions, you may go. The ship you are meant to board leaves tomorrow at 15:00."OoCSpoiler Hide Just a note, but he never said that people where innocent until proven guilty; he said you couldn't be condemned to death without having at least some evidence backing you up. An individual can still be condemned in a more discreet manner; imprisonment, partial memory wipe, exile, social loathing, transfer to a manufactorum producing mess plates for a regiment that has ceased to exist 3 decades ago, but whose contract is still valid. The thing is, trained labor is expensive, and unless the man is a clear heretic, well, he might invent or discover something useful one day. Spoiler Hide Invention? In the Mechanicus?! HERESY!! No seriously, the Mechanicus is loathe to invent anything new. Everything that is new is either reverse-engineered arcanotech or a battlefield modification to existing technology that was eventually sanctioned. Milord. Is there anything further you could tell us about this "red ghost?" "The Red Ghost is a deranged being, ostensibly belonging to the Cult Mechanicus, who errs the Baltean Maze, creating with little purpose. His antecedents are unknown, but he now serves as an information broker among the politicking factions of Hadd. His nearly encyclopedic knowledge of events on the planet and in the surrounding system indicates great mastery of information technology. The Skitarri Provost of Hadd theoretically keep an eye on him, but it is believed that he only remains accessible because his mania requires him to trade information with others."OoCSpoiler Hide The Mechanicus is in appearance loathe to invent new things. The Imperium at large, as well as the bottom rungs of the hierarchy are kept "docile" but still competent by ritualistic mysticism, but Magos are mostly given free reign to do as they please, modifying, optimizing and inventing new things. Of course, the old stuff is usually better, and some factions view innovation as blasphemy, but that's why you have Malateks, who don't care about the social stigma associated with innovative thinking. Sure, it would be hard to convince your peers that your discovery is worth anything, but print it on a roll of 5000 year old paper, or store it with an archaic coding system within a deep datavault, and suddenly, your new discovery is supported by "ancient evidence", thereby making it much more acceptable. OoC Spoiler Hide The Mechanicus is in appearance loathe to invent new things. The Imperium at large, as well as the bottom rungs of the hierarchy are kept "docile" but still competent by ritualistic mysticism, but Magos are mostly given free reign to do as they please, modifying, optimizing and inventing new things. Of course, the old stuff is usually better, and some factions view innovation as blasphemy, but that's why you have Malateks, who don't care about the social stigma associated with innovative thinking. Sure, it would be hard to convince your peers that your discovery is worth anything, but print it on a roll of 5000 year old paper, or store it with an archaic coding system within a deep datavault, and suddenly, your new discovery is supported by "ancient evidence", thereby making it much more acceptable. Any information on how can we contact this "ghost"?Ooc:Spoiler Hide This is kinda true, at least as long you don't start making self thinking machines and a couple of other things you can get away with closely anything. How many do know that the Mechanicus got special steel that is photomalleable?, for example. And the higher in the cult the more giveaway you have. They can't have small fish making the leaders looking bad can they? "Sir, please do not feel the need to be quick. The more information you give us the better prepared we can be. Just don't mind Vex." Xanthis says that knowing he'll likely get a reaction from the paranoid gunslinger but its the true.The more information we have now the better. "The Red Ghost's behaviour is erratic, and his movement path across the Maze defies all prophesying. A few organisations keep him monitored, but we believe that doing so is pure folly, as it would give him access to our own network. In any case, although you can ask among the varied sects of Hadd if any know his location at the moment, the Hadd Tech-Guard most likely know, if only to let Wahh monitor the activities of the other sects. If you contact the Guard, do so through the lower levels of the hierarchy; Wahh is paranoid, and his Skitarri see plots against him everywhere." Looking across the group once again, the Magos continues."One last thing to note, your access slates will be transferred to your cells within the hour; they should grant you access to most installations, but does not grant authority to prosecute anyone other than the individual you have been tasked to investigate. Moreover, although you don't have to wear Mechanicus robes at all times, especially in more public areas, a group of red robbed individual scurrying in the Baltean Maze looks like any other from a distance, while a group of ecclectic appearance and bearing attracts a lot of attention, especially in areas normally of limits to the average Imperial citizen. If you have no further questions, you may leave. May the Omnissiah guide you into the light of Truth." Assuming that was as much information as they were to be given, Vex began to make his way to to exit eager to be fully loaded again."Right, lets go. There's a Cog-boy that needs a shooting. Don't expect me to be wearing those damn robes too often, Frakking get in the way of the hands." So it's a quadruple-layered scavenger hunt. Find a guy to find a guy to find a guy to find a guy. At the very least there's a possibility of avoiding Wahh and simply accessing the information he knows. No doubt they're going to have to prove their trustworthiness. As pessimism creeps his mind Cleave finds himself wondering one other question.What would you recommend to be the best way to get in contact with the Hadd Garrison?That, and he kind of likes seeing Vex squirm. "Suits me just fine, I like red. It should be interestingif nothing else, may the Omnissiah guide you Magos"It's not like I haven't used it as camoflage before either, no one pays them the least attention.With that I turn and follow Vex back to the exit and lockers beyond. As some of the individuals depart, Hadrek glances at the Skitarri."Proceed to the lower sectors, and contact local Skitarri elements, introducing yourself as agents of a third-party wanting to contract him. Avoid mentioning Mechanicus investigation if possible, it will trigger unnecessary questions. Limited armament is recommended during contact with Skitarri forces to limit excessive suspicion. It should reduce the amount of intermediaries between first contact and obtaining any information on him." Magos.With that Eisen stands back and awaits for the others.The facts we have now:Stealth mission to find this guy that may or may not be a heretek and no one knows where he is, with the exception of another person that usually no one know how to contact. "I have no further questions, I shall take my leave now." Xanthis bows his head forward, honorary and customary on his home planet. Xanthis walks out and to the locker that has his shotgun and ammo. Vex waits in the reception area, casually loading his Fate Bringer. His Carnadon is already fully loaded and sat in its holster."So, lets get this party started. Go to Hadd, find a Ghost, kill a Heretek, job done."Vex's grin returns now he has two fully loaded guns at his side, his stance is a lot more relaxed and he is leaning against one of the lockers.He pushes the last round home as Xanthis enters the room and flicks the chamber back into position before checking it has locked into place. As he looks up he spins the gun around his finger and slams it home into its holster much like the Murican horsemen of ancient Terra. Eisen salutes before he leaves and he goes to he goes to his locker in order to recuperate the backpack with his possessions. After that he starts looking for the servitor to whom he gave his weapons in order to recuperate them. Milord.Cleave salutes the Magos before leaving with the others. He goes to get his weapons, keeping the autogun and laspistol under his Mechanicus robe.Why the rush?He playfully inquires to the Metallican.Besides we can't kill him unless he presents an immediate threat. Our objective are to determine whether or not he is a Heretek, then inform our Masters regarding our findings. "Well we got a four hour boat ride, then Throne knows how long to find this Heretek. Then we gonna have to wait for you lot to agree with me that he's a Heretek, and then once I've shot him we have to come back. I'm just reckoning it's a good idea to get a start on it."Vex shrugs and leads the way out of the building. After presenting her hand to the genelock on the locker Olivia carefully retrieves and repacks the cannisters then stows the pistol under her robes."If we do not actually have a reason to stay here I do not see the point in delaying, sooner we start the sooner we are done and all that."I never did like service passages afterall, especially after that that time in the lance rig when they powered it up. When you exit the building, the Tech-Priest who brought you here is waiting, waving open the cargo space. As you near, he turns towards you. "I assume Hadrek had a task for you? Do not provide me with information, it would needlessly risk the operation. We fly unloaded, the flight back should be a little shorter. If you have any questions on the Mechanicus transport infrastructure to get to where Hadrek sends you, I shall attempt to elucidate them."As he concludes, he steps to the piloting chair at the front, and settles in, beginning a short ritual to commune with the craft's machine spirit before connecting himself to it, beginning the pre-flight check. Tech-Adept TR0230, can you please summon the servitor that took my weapons for maintenance and cleaning? If we need to depart it would be nice to have all my equipment at hand. Eisen waits for the servitor to bring his weapons inserts a power cell in each one and then takes his seat by the door of the ship waiting for departure. Vex sits down and begins playing with his coin again, he looks up slightly and leans forward once everyone has boarded."So what do you reckon to that then? Hunting a Heretek by finding a ghost, sounds like fun. For the last time, Cleave says, starting to get impatient about having to explain it to VexWe don't know he's a Heretek yet. That's what we're going to find out! Xanthis sits there quietly until he hears Cleave get an irritated note in his voice. Speaking to Cleave, "No need to correct Vex, like Vex said about himself he's just a hired thug. Thugs have no use in investigations. We will determine what exactly this person is and if he's a heretek then the thug can shoot him." And with that Xanthis returns to his thoughtful state readying himself for the tests to come. Vex first turns to Xanthis"I don't remember calling myself a thug, ganger, yea, but not through choice, through necessity of survival. I have morals, Sage, somewhere. I just don't go rubbin' them in people's faces."He then turns Cleave,"Riddle me this then Cog. Why send, a guardsman, a Skitarii, a guy with a stick, a lady, and the Sectors best shot, if he isn't a Heretek. They know what's up, and I'm betting that us lads, if you are a lad, are here to protect her, while she says, "He's a Heretek". So we can then kill him."Vex then leans back resting his hands on his guns handles"I've been on too many "Investigations" that have either gone sour, or ended in a shoot out to expect anything else." If he were a known heretic then our orders would be to capture or kill, not to investigate. Vex sighs"Use your brain Cog, I thought that's what you lot were big on. It's the Mechanicus, they love keeping meticulous records, and following the Logical path, and everything has to follow the same routine. They know this guys a Heretek, but they need us to fill in the paperwork in order before we can shoot the scum." Then it would be more logical to send the Guardsman, the Skitarri, the guy with the stick, the lady, and the Sector's best shot on a kill-mission rather than an investigative mission. No? "No, no no. They know he's a Heretek, but have no proof, we are going to find the proof and then kill him. Like I said, the Mechanicus likes to follow procedure, and that means we have find him and say "Yep, he's a Heretek" then kill him." Cleave shakes his head.That is correct, Except that we need not kill him, only have proof of his heresy or innocence. Do you like to argue just for the sake of the argument? Throne! We will investigate what we have to investigate, find this red ghost and try to get information on the target and then take the needed course of action. You all heard our orders so it is decided the guy we target is innocent until we find solid proof about him being guilty.With that Eisen becomes silent again looking at his partners with a challenge to contradict him if they dare in his eyes.We are all here to serve the Holy Emperor at the best of our abilities so there is no need for us to fight over some small technicalities. Standing off to the side Olivia would roll her eyes but for her lack of them. Though Vex's comment about *her* deciding whether or not their target was to be shot was kind of funny."If we do face serious opposition I suppose they may not bother attacking us as all they will need to do is wait for us to attack each other. Though if he is engaged in heresy more than investigation will be required, either we would have to kill him or capture. Returning to say he is doing such and such throne damned heretical work but hes gone somewhere else now is unlikely to be looked on favorably. " As the team settles back down for the return flight, the debate on their intended course of action continuing through the takeoff procedures, the intercom roars again."I apologize for interrupting this moralistic debate, but I have just obtained news that your identification slates have been delivered to your cells. Please do not be alarmed by their sudden appearance. If servitors have inadvertently moved or damaged your property while achieving this, please follow proper measure to ensure it's reprogramming is conducted as soon as possible. We should be arriving in around 30 minutes". Vex shrugs at Eisen"Well, we shall see who's right when we get there."He then turns to Olivia,"I wouldn't worry too much about in fighting, some people just get wound up way too easy. I'm just making sure everyone's ready."Vex then turns very serious"Mark my words, there will be fighting. There is a saying 'Guilty until proven innocent.'"With that he leans back closes his eyes and begins to run the coin along his fingers once again, clearly believing that is the end of the discussion. Xanthis, glad the belittling argument is over turns to Olivia. "Every hawk here but one has shown their talons in some form. So how about you? "Just what is a hawk anyway? You keep bringing them up but I just know what you are talking about. Still if by talons you mean weapons then the pistol and ... ah accelerants along with this"Olivia taps the thin blades scabbard under her robes"is all I carry." Xanthis chuckles to himself at Olivia's question. "I am honestly and sincerely sorry. I sometimes forget that not all people are familiar with my worlds fauna. A hawk is a bird, quarter the size of a human, that flies and uses its feet and talons to hunt other fauna. Talons are a metaphor for abilities or skills." Xanthis says all this in a formal, almost apologetic tone. "For example, Vex's 'talons' is his ability to use the guns strapped at his side not the guns themselves." Folding her hands in her lap Olivia muses on this for a minute"Well i'm no fighter, unlike you all. I mainly do procurement. That does include information procurement at times. Which I suppose could be a 'talon'." Through arguments about birds of prey and the symbolic nature of their lower appendages, the rest of the flight back is uneventful. As the craft lands back on Docking Bay C04, the intercom comes on one last time."You have 12.31 hours before the flight to Hadd. Recommend rest and familiarization with Serf class short ranged transport craft. I will be available to answer any questions in the next 8 hours."The tech-priest finishes as the docking clamps lock on to the craft. Bidding a temporary farewell to her new fellows Olivia returns briskly to the utilitarian cell that is her home here. Apart from the small bundle of ID's and other documentation on the desk the cell is unchanged.Well full marks for efficiency at least, the rest of the business of cryptic, 'suspected' heretek indeed. If they wanted me looking into this then they must be afraid something very weird and very wrong is going on. Or they missed the big 'psyker' label on my files. Incompetance or incomplete briefing? Now isn't that a fun choice. I guess I should rest though, being twitchy never helps.Packing the ID's into folds of her robe and pack Olivia paces for a few minutes more before lieing down to rest for a few hours. Checking quickly that everything is in good order, Eisen scans his identification slate, takes out a red robe out and starts fiddling with it.For Jester:Spoiler Hide Is there a roll needed in order to modify the robe? I want it to be easy to access my weapons from under it and if needed to be able to let it fall. I was thinking of transforming the robe into a cloak of some sorts, while looking as a normal robe all is needed to get rid of it would be unclasping it from the neck and all free. (Planning on making one for Vex too, in order to try to convince him to wear one.) After a while he climbs into his cot and starts sleeping.Wander what this is all about, if that guy we are sent to investigate is a real heretek we are all gonna die, but if he is not, we also may gonna die. Why this kind of party? There is so much tension in it that it would be a miracle if we, Throne forbid, won't start shooting at each other. For deluxaranSpoiler Hide For the design, no, it should be a simple matter of removing the sleeves and cutting up the rest until it holds by a specific point. If you have the Lathe Worlds, look at the Factor picture; that design would would great, just replace one of his gangster medallions by a clasp. To actually sew it up, could I have an agility test? The quality of the end product will depend on how well you can sew with more or less improvised equipment. The proceedings of hard work are here:Spoiler Hide Something like that. I was envisioning it more body hugging, like And the roll: (1d100)[59] vs 32 Once landed Xanthis quickly and quietly leaves the ship and heads to his quarters. Once there he checks out the id slate, still a little surprised by how vast this technology is compared to his home world. Once he is done looking at he clears the center of his room and begins practicing with his katana. After a bit of practice he settles down and ceremoniously cleans his blade. Once that is all done he decides to rest for a little figuring he'll need it later Cleave unceremoniously returns to his quarters. From there he proceeds with his evening rituals. Examining the dataslate for updates (of which there are none,) giving thanks to said dataslate, performing maintenance rites on his weapons while whispering thanks and prayers to the machine spirits and the Omnissiah before finally retiring for the night and getting some sleep. Vex spends most of his time wandering the halls, trying to find someone to play a bit of dice with.Throne this place is miserablehe thinks to himself before deciding it might be best to get a couple hours shut eye, when he wakes he stuffs the Dataslate into one of his pockets planning to read it later. For deluxaranSpoiler Hide You efforts produce something resembling a cape, but it's obvious that tailoring isn't your specialty, and the result is not too aesthetically pleasing. Good thing the Mechanicus don't care much for appearances. Due to the poor craftsmanship, you'll need an Agility or Intelligence test to undo the clasp rapidly. 10 hours into your break, you all hear a buzz in your rooms, coming, it seems, from the door panel. Shortly thereafter, the door slides open, revealing a robbed belching smoke and incense into the previously relatively breathable atmosphere of your rooms. It than proceeds to walk and deposit what appears to be a small metallic rectangle the size of a playing card. As it does so, it looks at you, a rasping voice emerging from it's decaying lips."Subject Identification Level 5 delivered. Subject's presence is requested at space dock B3 for departure to Hadd of the Lathes System. Does the subject require the termination of the Subject Assistance Protocols?" Eisen awakes and takes the identification from the servitor.How long until departure?Then taking his backpack his eyes fall on his attempt of work. Pointing to it he asksIs it possible to bring me four or five of this of a better quality before the departure of the ship? If so please bring them at the ship. Vex watches the Servitor in disgust, before taking the Identification."Terminate yourself Cog."he mumbles as he leaves the now stifling room. To DeluxaranSpoiler Hide The servitor approaches the robe, and analyses from a few different angles. The subject's request does not match established cloth robe patterns. Please verify item integrity. If the pattern was not previously discovered, please consult the Lexographers for addition to the Lexicon of Robes. To Col.StrackenSpoiler Hide Upon hearing the request, the servitor looks at the ID card he just issued to you. "Subject Cog unknown. This subject's designation is S-MenAZ678. Minimal clearance level 04 required to execute Immediate Termination Protocols. Does the subject require the termination of the Subject Assistance Protocols?" Vex ignores the Servitor and stalks off to the docking bay, he leans against one of the walls, closes his eyes and waits for the others. His listens to every sound he can hear and let's his mind wander the halls of his imagination trying to name what made the sound.Throne this place is dull.he thinks to himself. Negative.The Skitarii rises to reply, securing his weapons, donning armor and his Mechanicus robes, quickly securing his Level 5 clearance. However he's not entirely sure what "Subject Assistance Protocols" means.Relay information on Subject Assistance Protocols. Xanthis wakes up as soon as he hears the servitor. He sits up and asks "What exactly are the Subject Assistance Protocols?Then Xanthis walks over to grab the ID. Eisen shrugs,Small hope getting somewhere with that. One more try could never hurt.To the servitor:Spoiler Hide Tell me what the closest pattern to this would be and if it is accessible to me. If it is please bring me four robes to the space deck before the ship will depart. After addressing the servitor, he gathers his gear, dons a weird looking red robe and heads towards the transport ship. Already awake and meditating when the servitor enters the cell Oliva rises and takes the slate from him, pocketing it before collecting her pack. Dismissing the servitor with a wave she heads off to the space dock. To Emperor Ing and KaynebotSpoiler Hide "Subject Assistance Protocols dictate standard servitor assistance and are programmed to automate as soon as all previous tasks are completed. This subject is capable of providing assistance to answer simple queries, to assist in requisitioning material, to act as a guide for this installation and to provide basic linguistic and literary skills. Does the subject have a request?" To deluxaranSpoiler Hide Again looking over the robe, the servitor analyses it for a few moments. "Robe pattern nonexistent, appears damaged by cutting. Irrelevant. Closest matching pattern is Cloak Pattern FK-02. This subject will provide them. Does the subject desire identification patterns or a particular sigil on the items? "Huh, Ok well no thank you for the assistance, I'll be fine alone." Xanthis grabs his weaponry and red robe and leaves for the bay. Seeing Vex is there he stands off a little bit not in a hurry to talk to him. Xanthis tries to clear his mind for the mission ahead. To servitor:Spoiler Hide No need for any particular symbols. Keep them as ordinary as possible while maintaining the red color of them and a decent quality. Eisen moves out of his quarters on his way to the dock. Getting there and seeing that both Vex and Xanthis are there his first reaction is to get back to his cell and wait for the departure time, but thinking better about it walks in. That's what he figured.That will not be necessary.He then begins to move towards the docking bay. The docking bay in which you arrive is much larger than the one you visited earlier, although the crafts within, all intrasystem vessels, are quite small by space-faring standards, the largest barely approaching a kilometer in length, and appear devoid of armament. From a glance, nothing seems to indicateAs everybody arrives, a servitor, which Eisen recognizes as the one who visited him earlier, slowly walks in, holding a pile of red clothing. As he moves towards Eisen, he drops the robes on a nearby crate."As the subject demanded, 4 Pattern FK-02 cloaks, bearing no identification or sigil."It adds mechanically before turning around.Shortly thereafter, another servitor, this one bearing heavy armour and weaponry, slowly lumbers towards you, visibly scanning the eclectic group."Non standard presences detected. Please verify identification to proceed to designated areas. Non-compliance will result in termination.It adds loudly, extending what appears to be a small scanner from it's bulk and directing it towards you. Thank you.Eisen addresses the servitor as he moves towards the crate. As he gets close he is interrupted by the second servitor. Digging trough his uniform pockets he produces the clearance he received a little while ago and passes it trough the scanner, praying that it was all in good order. Four pattern FK-02 cloaks...?He says, looking disbelieving towards Eisen. Vex finally breaks his silence as he walks over to the servitor to be scanned"Frakking scanning and prodding, don't the Cogs ever get board of all this.after being scanned he goes and leans against the nearest crate"Frak all to do around here aswell, can't wait to get away from this metal box factory."once again he closes his eyes, and waits to embark. Xanthis walks over to be ID-ed and then walks back to where he was standing staying silent the whole time. Dragging the transit chit from her robes Olivia presents it to the heavy combat servitor's scanner, when the servitor eventually decides she is authorised in the bay she wanders over to Vex as he muttering to himself and pulls herself onto a crate and sits down."Well it is a docking bay Vex, they are rarely designed to be reacreational, though amusements can be found if your willing to work at them. Or look at them." Eisen looks around and seeing that all members of the mission are gathered he startsI have asked the servitor to bring us some robes that could help us pass as Tech-Priests, at least from a distance, while not impending the access to our weapons and tools that we may choose to keep under them. This idea appeared in my head while resting. and addressing Cleave Lambda S2 CCLVI I did not requested one for you too, because you being the most used with them of us I thought it might be considered and insult at your address. Please tell us if this robe pattern is appropriate for us and what we can expect to be considered while wearing them.OOC:Spoiler Hide Assuming that Cleave knows what is with this pattern FK-02 of cloaks and cares to share it with the rest of us. OOCSpoiler Hide For those of you who are wondering what Eisen's mad plan looks like, they are pretty close to the robe worn by the Factor of the Mechanicus in the Lathe Worlds, but slightly more cloaky. Essentially, a quickly removable, not too hampering red cloth that doesn't hide as much as a full robe. As everybody checks their identification, the large servitor slowly moves out of your way, it's heavy legs stomping loudly on the metallic floor as it lowers it's armament."Please proceed to docking point Alpha 7 and board."As it finishes, the servitor begins to emit what appear to be random noise from it's voice box before suddenly seizing up. It than begins to look around silently, seemingly confused, for a few seconds. A few moments later, it returns to it's previous state, it's voice restarting from the middle of a sentence as if nothing had happened."... begins in 1h07 hours." Olivia frowns sharply behind her glasses as the servitor seizes upNow if that is a malfunction i'm scared and if it wasn't a malfunction then i'm really worried. In a falsely cheery voice I ask"What begins 1h07 servitor?" The servitor turns back towards Olivia, it's appearance perfectly normal"As stated beforehand, departure procedures for your assigned craft begins in 1h05 hours. Does the subject require a chronograph to facilitate timekeeping operations?" Still wary but somewhat calmer now I reply"I'm afraid I rather think I do."I guess this is where we bicker for an hour. Vex looks over to Olivia as she makes a quip about being in a docking bay,"Ha ha, very funny, y'know that's not what I meant. There's no gambling places or obscura dens around, nothin to pass the time."he smiles slightly at her, and thinks to himselfWell at least there's one I think I will get along with.As Eisen explains the robes Vex nods to him,"Hm, that's not a bad idea. Always handy to blend in while keeping your guns in easy reach."and so he moves over to try one on and adjust it to feel comfortable, thoug it doesn't cover much of his gang clothes or weapons it might work from a distance.When the servitor malfunctions Vex didn't take much note but he did pass comment,"Bloody cogs, shouldn't be messin with a persons head anyways. Well I don't know about you lot, but I'm gonna head over to Alpha 7, don't wanna miss our ride do we?" Hearing about gambling places and obscura Eisen face grows darker and hearing the comment Vex made about his idea makes him to look a little less grim.When the servitor stutters he just ignores it putting it on the age of the vox unit. Eisen grabs a cloak and dresses it, fitting it so it won't be an annoyance in the long run. In reaction to Olivia's demand, the servitor stops for a few seconds, what looks like an antennae on it's back turning towards the back of the bay, and begins emitting barely audible repetitive sounds. Shortly thereafter, it turns back to Olivia."Requisition order for Mark 17 Portable Chronograph executed, estimated time to acquisition is 4.36 minutes. If necessary, instructions for basic programming and field maintenance rites will be provided." Xanthis stands there waiting to see what everyone decides to do. After Olivia orders the chronograph he silently a starts to walk towards Alpha 7 not feeling like standing around but wanting to get to some action. Vex sighs as he watches Xanthis walk off, eager to head to the docking bay but wanting to wait for Olivia as she seems to be the only person that is capable of having a conversation."Well aren't you lot a talkative bunch? Guess our trip is going to be just thrilling."he rolls his eyes and stands very casually slightly behind Olivia on her right hand side. Docking point Alpha 7 is relatively easy to find and, although there is no sign of Olivia's chronograph, as you approach the docking point in question, you begin to realize the size of the craft you are meant to embark upon. Indeed, through the observation windows in the building, you can clearly see the large craft lying on the chemically burnt dirt of Het's surface, resembling nothing more than a beached fish away from the water nearly two kilometers in length. As you reach the primary staging area for the craft, you find it in a flurry of activity, with dozens of vehicles and countless servitors loading and unloading the myriad of boxes, crates and sealed containers transported by the craft in a strangely ordered ballet of roaring engines and leaking machine oil.As you take in the scene, you realize that you do not seem to be the only individuals waiting to board the craft; indeed, closer to the unsealed boarding gate there appear to be a group of 7 tech-priests huddled in a group, seemingly in agitate discussion. Before you can do anything however, you hear a strong mechanical voice behind you."Olivia of Terra, requisition order CB30405 for Mark 13 Chronograph."Turning around, you see a relatively small servitor, possibly made from the corpse of a ratling or a human children, looking directly at your group and holding a small device in his cybernetic hands, which he than holds in your general direction. Terra?The Skitarri has lived forever in the Lathes. Seeing titans walk the Earth and city-sized Voidships dot the skies. If anything could surprise him, it's this.Did that servitor just say you were from Terra? As in "Holy" Terra? I take the small chronograph from the servitor and slide it into one of the robes many pockets.At the Skitarri's startled question I turn to him."I wasn't aware there was more than one Terra. It's not my homeworld as I don't have one, but I did spend quite some time there not so very long ago." As Vex was following nearby Olivia he overheard the conversation about her visiting Terra, he knew he should be amazed by this, but he couldn't imagine it being much different to any other planet."So, Terra eh, any different to the many other rocks out there?""Well, not much point hanging around here, shall we board my dear?"He keeps his eyes on the Tech Preists in discussion, their agitation catching his interest. He holds his arm out expecting Olivia to link onto him, then he begins to casually make his way over to them, aiming for the boarding gate as generally as he can.Spoiler Hide Awareness Vs: 50 (1d100)[60] Not sure if its applicable but might as well go for it. "Rather more crowded than most, when you see it from low orbit... it is an endless sea of hive cities, one after another with nothing between them other than the great palaces and insitutions of the Imperium. It is a truly amazing sight, beyond the ability of mere words to describe it's full glory. Not that you can see it all that often, the pollutant clouds tend to get in the way afterall."Linking arms with Vex as we head forward I add as an afterthought"I wonder what they are arguing over?" From the distance he is standing, Vex can't quite make out what the individuals are saying, although it is obvious that they are arguing, and that there appears to be more than two opinions in play. By the frequent hand and mechadendrite movements towards various servitors, it seems that the discussion is related to them. As Olivia talks of Terra Vex is only half listening trying to decifer what the Priests are discussing it appears to involve him and he dislikes anyone talking about without his knowing what is being said. He keeps walking towards the boarding gate while talking to Olivia, hoping that if he can get closer he will be able to hear what is said."It sounds like my kinda place. Do tell me more of these palaces. Have you visited one? I expect the guards will be top notch in a place like that."Spoiler Hide Again I'm not sure if it is possible but going for another attempt at listening as we move closer (but I expect they will be quiet web they notice us). vs: 50 (1d100)[54] If it isn't applicable ignore the roll. Well I suppose the Scholastica is big enough to be a palace... though I think prison is probably a more apt term. Lets not mention the Schloastica."Good Emperor no, i'm far too lowly to visit such loftly pinacles as that, though I would imagine the guards are the best that could be made.Speaking more quietly as we approach"Is it just me or do they keep pointing at us?"Spoiler Hide Also going to throw in with the Awareness checks (d100)[2] vs 35 Xanthis stopped walking shortly before he got too close to the arguing tech-priests. When Xanthis hears about Terra he almost turns around but waits for a moment. "If I may be so bold, how did you get access to Holy Terra?"Spoiler Hide Awareness of the argument: Per: 30 (1d100)[57] The Skitarii looks to the tech-priests.It is not our place to mettle in the affairs of the Omnissiah's priesthood.Despite his rhetoric, his curiosity is provoked. He makes an attempt to listen in on the tech-priests' conversation. Or argument, as it were.Spoiler Hide Awareness target 30, 40 for Sight (1d100)[5] Terra? As in the place where The Emperor lives? I think you'll have to tell us a story someday. From what I know there are 2 kinds of persons that she could be and those are a higher rank official or a psyker, maybe both. Noticing the priests having a discussion the curiosity gets the bet of him and Eisen strains his ears and eyes to find out what are they discussion about.Spoiler Hide Awareness roll vs 35 (1d100)[68] As your group attempts to spy on the Tech-Priests, they don't seem to notice or care about you. As you get closer, both the psyker and the skitarii catch segments of the conversation. From what you can understand, the individuals are arguing about some issues they have recently had with some servitors, notably indicating a few in the cargo bay. Some are blaming faulty manufacture, others poor maintenance, while one even mentions the possibility of a scrapcode virus, although the later is rapidly dismissed as too unlikely due to technicalities related to uploading the data. The fact that they are arguing in a hybrid of Low Gothic and Techna-Lingua is also quite revealing of their agitated disposition.As you approach, one of them, a large, bulky individual bearing an impressive array of combat mechadendrites, proposes that they could examine some of the malfunctioning servitors during the flight. The rest of the individuals are somewhat reticent at first, not wanting others to fool around withtheirservitors, possibly damaging them or worse,stealingsome of their designs, until another of the group, a tall, gaunt individual orbited by two servo-skulls, proposes they use one of his menial servitors, arguing that it was soon to be recycled anyways. Well score one for paranoia about malfunctioning servitors I think. I don't particularly want to be near them when they take it any of them apart.Turning to face Xanthis at her side Olivia speaks with a degree of forced calm"The same way most people do, as a pilgrim. They take in billions every year to see the holy places and walk the sacred, if now rather scare, soil of the cradle of humanity." Pilgrimage is a kind of fitting way to describe it I guess... you just get shot if you don't go, still no reason to burden them with that.Turning back to Vex on her arms Olivia asss"They seem to be having some trouble with their servitors, we may wish to avoid them on the flight." "Told you they shouldn't be messin with a persons head. It's just not right.", with that he suggests the board and find the passenger compartments. Xanthis sighs finding himself in agreement with the gunslinger. "I agree with you, let nature be nature." Xanthis heads for the passenger compartment As you enter the craft proper, a servitor guides you to the passenger compartment, on this craft, nothing more than a series of interconnected rooms filled with seating areas, dormitories and a food distribution hall. You quickly notice that the flight is very sparsely populated, with you, the arguing Tech-Priests and a few others being the only living souls inside the passenger section. You do however notice what appear to be individual packs of servitors, many of which harbor distinctive markings, possibly belonging to some of the Tech-Priests on board. Eisen boards the ship and follows the servitor to his designated quarters as he goes in he addresses to the othersI think that we should get our story together for when we will have to go in the maze. Any place and time to meet and discuss it? "There is no time like the present so we may as well huddle and do it now. Though I have scant idea as to what we should say we are doing." Vex sits on one of the benches and puts his feet up."I agree, simplist thing is to act as initiates and just walk around, or tourists. Throne, why don't we just go gung ho and tell them we are working for an Inquisitor. I don't think the Cogs are going to care what our story is, as long as we don't get in the way."He shrugs"Just tell me what the story is, and I'll do the talking for us eh." We will come up with a story but if it means you not doing the talking then we will make sure you have no knowledge of it. After a bit of talking Xanthis decides to add his two thrones into the mix. "Hold on Cleave, If we know one thing its that Vex likes to talk a lot, maybe thats one of his talons so to speak. Both of you are right. Vex, your mouth can get us in trouble but in the same time it could get us out of it. On the other hand Cleave know best the customs of the Mechanus and he might know who to boss and who to bow before. So my opinion is to have both of you speak but decide when and where each of you should do it. Vex grins a wolffish grin at Eisen"True enough my mouth has got me into trouble plenty, but it wasn't because of what was said, if you know what I mean."he then winks towards Olivia, before turning back to Eisen."I don't mind Cog talking to the Stiffs, they never have much interesting to say anyway."with that he leans back and produces a cleaning kit before meticulously cleaning first his Fate Bringer. Flushing slightly at Vex's insinuations Olivia speaks"I don't think saying we are tourists is exactly the right approach but initiates sent to learn, or do maintainance could work out, it's the kind of dirty work that would be delegated to the lower ranked members of the priesthood." Xanthis keeping still, waiting in thought. "Yea that may be a good idea Miss." Although he has reservation about it hurting his honor to act like initiates. Hmm, if we would think better in a sort of way we are initiates due to the fact of us being in the service of the Mechanicus, I vote for the learning part. I'm not that good at repairing stuff and I'm afraid of making angry the Machine Spirit. Seeming to think for a moment Eisen seems to remember somethingDo you have microbeads for the case we will have to split? Of course. Any Mechanicus agent should have one.He replies candidly.The plan works, however one has to wonder why we would be asking for the master of Skitarii forces or an entity whom may or may not even exist. We will have to make sure we have a reason in case we are confronted. Vex nods to his guns as he cleans them,"Surely these are the only reason we need if we get confronted."He Grins at them,"On a more serious not, Cog should take the lead if we are dealing with the Skitarii. We could always be claiming to be new recruits, or weapon maintenance, I have plenty of experience with that as I'm sure Cog here does. Sage probably has experience dealing with pointy stick maintenance. Olivia can be our material procurement acolyte, as that's what she is used to. Eisen, erm, well, you can be our guard maybe?"He shrugs,Damn guardsmen, good for nothing. Hm, need nicknames for those last two.he thinks to himself Cleave has a mind to rebuke Vex, but as he thinks about it for a moment, this could actually work under increased scrutiny.What if our masters are extremely paranoid? We do not know their names, their location, we are always contacted through agents, whom themselves remain anonymous to us, and messages in designated dead-drops. Yes, that might work. By the way, Eisen's question is important. Who has micro-beads? "I appear to have misplaced mine... Somewhere... Maybe."vex replies about the microbead with a sly grin. Did you check your ear?The Skitarii deadpans to Vex In response Olivia rummages in her pack, pausing only to giggle slightly at the Skitarri's comment , finally she straightens up, seals the pack and fits the microbead."That's mine, we should get them synched up now, before we forget" Xanthis smirks at the Skittari's comment. "Hmm, I do not have a micro-bead. Those are the pieces of machinery that act as discreet communications correct? That is correct. You should look to get one as soon as possible, though at the moment it's tolerable. Just be with one of us who do have a micro-bead if we need to separate. Vex glares at Cleave"Laugh it up, Cogboy..." I suggest that we use the channels that are closer to the end of the spectrum. In the Guard we tended to use the ones at the beginning for squad comms. Cleave, what are the channels most used by Skittari? I think it would be better to avoid using them too. Frowning at Vex's remark that implies he is uselessI can take care of any standard equipment that is issued to the guard, Vex, but that does not mean I can take care of an engine for example. As about the guard duty I can look and act like a guard, after all I'm a guardsman. Since you have boarded the ship, you have constantly heard the dull mechanical clatter of the ship's engines and ventilation system. Infrequently however, you can also make out the laborious stomping of a heavy servitor in a nearby corridor, as well. It is an unchanging, rhythmic gait, and you rapidly get accustomed to it.However, as you converse among yourselves, you notice something unusual; the sound of the servitor's footsteps are much more rapid and chaotic than usual, almost as if it was trying to move as fast as it's rigid body allowed it to, getting louder and louder as it crosses the corridor outside the passenger compartment. As the debate about what to do when we arrive progresses Olivia's somewhat paranoid senses notes the change in the thumping outside of the servitor.Add the spas out of the gun armed one at the docks and that delightful little debate they were having and I really don't like that sound.Carefully easing the pistol in my robes to be more accesible I listen carefully and then voice my concerns as I move around the room to be clear of the door."I realise I may just be being paranoid, but with what the priests were talking about before we boarded but im not sure I like the sound of that servitor"Spoiler Hide Awareness to see if I can hear anything else (d100)[2] vs 35 Vex remains seated and puts his Fate Bringer and Carnadon back into their holsters before putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes."Don't worry about it, I'm sure that it will pass soon and we can all go back to being the best of friends."He focuses his hearing trying to filter out the need for his eyes, he is in a complete state of readiness even though he looks relaxed.Spoiler Hide Awareness Vs:40 (1d100)[76] Xanthis stays still but bringing his left hand to settle on the hilt of his blade. All these malfunctioning monstrosities of humanity make him uneasy. He closes his eyes trying to focus on what is going on with the servitor.Spoiler Hide Awareness: 30 (1d100)[39] Making sure his weapons are at hand and easy to use Eisen tries to listen to the servitor trying to observe a pattern in the way it moves.Spoiler Hide Awareness vs 35 (1d100)[100] As everybody tries to listen to the servitor's movement, attempting to determine it's movement pattern or any further information, it becomes clear that it's movement is erratic, and the pace inconsistent. Although the sound of machinery all around makes it somewhat difficult to single out the servitor's movement, Xanthis and Olivia manage to determine that the servitor also appears to be frequently hitting the walls as it walks, as if its orientation protocols was failing. Moreover, amid the clamor, the Psyker can also make out another noise following the servitor's progress, a regular, metallic thump on the floor roughly every 25 meters of the machine's progress, as if some heavy object or appendage was being lifted and dropped on the floor every time the servitor passed some landmark in the corridor. I can't make anything out of that noise. Most probably is just a servitor that goes about his errands. As the noise of the servitor gets louder Olivia begins to get visibly twitchy, the pistol moving openly to her hand as she speaks out following Eisens inane comment."About it errands? Well yes I suppose it could be if it's errands included banging it's head against the walls every few feet and smashing something on the floor as it goes. Something is seriously wrong with it."Still listening she adds"Though the smashing on the floor part does seem regular compared to the wall banging part."Spoiler Hide Still rolling awareness (d100)[61] vs 35 Xanthis stays completely still, left hand on his blade waiting for a change to the constant sounds. "This will prove to be interesting, I believe." He says calmly. Waiting. "Well if we are all so worried about a Servitor, then we shall be terrified by this rogue Techy. Why don't we just go stick our heads out an check it out."with that Cec gets up and moves to the door.Opening it casually he sticks his head outside and looks around.Spoiler Hide awareness? Vs:40 (1d100)[97] Vex, don't go out there alone! And would you mind keeping your weapons at hand in case Olivia is right?With these words the guardsman grabs his rifle and points it to the door while trying to discern the smashing part Olivia mentioned.Spoiler Hide (1d100)[62] vs awarness 30 It can't be more than just a navigation malfunction. Nevertheless I have to see.Cleave is up with his lasgun in hand, however in a relaxed position. Just before opening the door Vex turns to Eisen and grins,"My Guns are always ready, don't worry about that." Both Olivia and Eisen fail to distinguish anything more from the servitors sounds emanating from the outside corridor, although now that they know to listen for it, the regular smashing can be more easily discerned.As Vex opens the door, the immaculate maintenance of its components making the process all but inaudible, he sees a narrow, dark access corridor, dim lumen globes barely illuminating the dirty interior, in stark contrast to the immaculate surface of the passenger compartment. About 50 meters away, a tall, robbed being with what appears to be lifting a large metallic object, is moving erratically from you, seemingly oblivious to the disturbance. Vex leans back into the room and frowns at everyone holding weapons ready before shaking his head,"Put your toys away children, the Frakking thing has simply walked past us, come look if you like."With that he steps aside and returns to his seat. Olivia does as Vex suggests, the pistol still in her hand, walking slowly to the open door to stare unblinkingly at the servitor for several long moments before she too returns to her seat and stows the pistol in her sleeve.A little while after sitting down she speaks up, the words coming slowly, almost grudgingly from her lips"I guess then, that it was nothing to concern us." Xanthis stays where he is taking the others word for it, "It is more interesting to find nothing sometimes." He keeps his hand on the hilt of the sword, still waiting. Lowering his weapon but keeping it at hand Eisen gives a small nod to Vex as to say that he was right and he did a nice job of it. Vex looks at the group one at a time and shakes his headgreat, I'm stuck with a bunch of cowards...he thinks to himself."Sometimes to learn, you have to get up and look. Not just sit around and kak yourself."with that said he leans his head back and closes his eyesGuess it looks like I'm going to have to hold alot of hands...and with that thought a faint grin crosses his lips. "And yet history teaches it is the fool who rushes into a scene blindfolded." Xanthis replies to Vex but not speaking to him directly. As the companions talk, the servitor continues his movement until he reaches what appears to be a closed door in the corridor, approximately 100 meters from the bulkhead to your compartment. There, it attempts to open the door but, seeing it locked, begins to bash at the control panel besides it with the large metallic object he carries, rapidly destroying the fragile structure. If you watch carefully, you quickly notice that he hits the panel six times before stopping glancing at the door, and starting again, as if he where trying to input some code into it. That frakking thing is destroying the panel. I think that we should stop it. What do you say we do? Either call for a priest or we start shooting it until it stops. Vex shrugs,"Not our panel, does it really matter?" Eisen looks at Vex like he just dropped in the roomHave you paid any attention in the training? Have you ever heard of the Sacred Machine Spirit? That thing there is destroying a panel in witch a Machine Spirit resides. I don't want to make It angry as long as my life depends on it. Gotta keep an eye on this guy, he says that he is from Gunmetal but he know nothing about the Machine Spirit? I wander what kind of fraud he is. Vex glares at Eisen"Of course I know about the Machine Spirits, but an angry door is not quite as worrying as an angry servitor. If your that concerned do something about it."Great, not only are they all cowards, they're all Frakking Nut Jobs aswell. Staring at the ceiling of their comparement Olivia speaks in a far away voice. detached from the present."Generally speaking, I rather think that depends what is on the other side of the door. Between say hard vacuum, a drive fuel tank or perhaps a biohazard I think I would prefer the servitor."Hordes of locusts, high explosives, angry demons, local breaks in the Empyrean are also preferred to be on the other side of the door, or preferably galaxy. Frack it! Somebody please cover me. I'm gonna try and fix it.Eisen walks out of the door and closes warily on the servitor, weapon at hand. When he gets close to the servitor he tries to diagnose it to see what is wrong with it.Spoiler Hide Tech-Use vs 36 int: (1d100)[38] As Eisen moves towards the servitor, it seems completely oblivious to his approach, continuing to hit what little remains of the door's control pad.For EisenSpoiler Hide As you get closer, you can clearly see that the servitor is not in fact carrying a metal object, but is rather mechanically swinging a cargo claw, which, by the length of it, would drag on the floor if he where to let it do so. You can clearly see that it is malfunctioning, as, apart from it's singular obsession with hitting the remnants of the control pad according to a constant pattern, it's mechanical components often activate seemingly at random. It does not seem to have any physical damage, although some of it's mechanical components seem to have been overstressed, causing damage to nearby tissue. However, without a more detailed inspection, you cannot determine the true source of it's problem. Vex is slightly amused by Eisen and moves to the doorway leaning against the framework in a very relaxed manner."Don't worry I got your back"he grins to the guardsman, hands in his pockets.Secretly Vex hopes the servitor does go wild, so to have something to shoot at, it's been so long since he had a good shoot-out. I can't figure what is the problem with it. Does anyone wishes to use this thing to prove his knowledge? Please be my guests. Eisen steps back a couple of meters from the servitor and keeps looking at it warily. Vex shrugs but doesn't move to help."I'm good with guns and intelligent people, not brain dead servitors."he takes his right hand out of his pocket and makes a shooing sign,"Just get a bit closer so you can have a proper look. Go on." Hearing what Vex said, Eisen moves near the servitor and starts inspecting it in order to find the problem of the malfunction.Spoiler Hide I have no ideea what he should be looking for or what roll would be needed if it needs one. Here is a roll for good measure in the OOC Xanthis is sitting by waiting. It isn't his affair to meddle with so he'll stay out of the way till it is. Xanthis still has his hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his side. For EisenSpoiler Hide Despite moving closer, Eisen is still unable to determine the source of the issue with the servitor. Indeed, it seems it's mechanical limbs are moving in a disorganized manner, as if there was an issue with the servitor's motor controls, either on the nervous level or in the limbs themselves. Proper analysis with diagnostic equipment (and probably vivisection) would be required to determine exactly what is happening. As Eisen inspects the servitor, those of you still in the passenger compartment begin to hear the now recognizable sound of metal feet stomping on metal coming from beyond the other side of the large compartment. This is it! I can't figure out what is wrong with this thing. Moving back a little so that he is out of the metal ball reach Eisen lifts his rifle and takes aim at the head of the servitor, squeezing the trigger for only one shot.Spoiler Hide Called Shot + Aim + Fire BS 42 + 10SingleShot +10 Aim + 10 RDS - 20CS = 52 BS52 - (1d100)[52] Damage - (1d10+5)[10] AP2 "Well, even I could have done that."Vex states as Eisen puts a shot into the Servitors head. He doesn't move from the doorway yet though, they can be too stupid to realise they are dead sometimes, and dispite his attitude he quite likes the group he has recently found."I don't think the Cog-boys are going to be too happy about you vandalising their property." Eisen's gunshot reverberates audibly as it slams into the back of the servitor's head, splattering blood, brain matter and assorted metallic bits on the door in front of him. The damage is severe, but noticeably less so than what you would expect from shooting a human in the head. Momentarily freezing, the servitor slowly turns towards Eisen, redundant systems and hardwired programming keeping it moving despite the gaping hole in it's head. Vex rolls his eyes as the servitor trudges towards Eisen,"Now you have just annoyed it, get your head down Green Helm."With that said Vex whips his Carnadon up and takes aim at the Servitors already ruined head before taking the shot.Spoiler Hide Action: Draw (free) aim(half) called shot (half) Bs:52+10(aim)+10(accurate)+10(Red Dot)+10(Single shot)-10(Called shot) = 82 To hit vs 82: (1d100)[42] Damage: (1d10+4)[14] 2 Pen As the servitor ponderously turns towards Eisen, it's cargo claw clamping menacingly, another shot retorts in the corridor, and one of the Carnodon's distinctive large caliber round smashes through what remained of it's face, pulverizing it in a shower of gore and metal before loudlly impacting the door behind it. Luckily, Eisen was far enough away to avoid most of the gory spray, and what little reaches him blends seamlessly into the crimson tone of his cloak. Olivia had been trying to maintain her reserve, afterall losing it was rarely a good thing as a psyker. At the sound of gunfire though she quickly loses it and with a yelp jumps to her feat pulling her pistol back out of her sleave.Spoiler Hide Init (not that it matters so much from where I am standing) (d10+3)[8] Vex holsters his gun as he watches the servitors head disintegrate."That's how you do it Eisen"Vex grins down the hallway."But now the Cog-boys are going to be very unhappy with us. I suggest we hide in our compartment and pretend it wasn't us."with that he ducks back inside the compartment as takes a seat as if nothing happened. As Vex inconspicuously returns to his seat, the companions continue to hear what sounds like more servitor footsteps echoing on the other side of their compartment, growing steadily louder as if the source was closing in on their specific area. Eisen slungs the rifle on his shoulder and goes back into the compartment like he is in a trance. After taking his seat he looks around like he is waking up and addresses the othersSorry for losing it out there. I have a problem with the things that don't work out as they are supposed to and I tend to grow frustrated when I can't fix them. As Vex sits down he hears the thudding footsteps approaching."Well that doesn't sound too good for us..." Xanthis just shakes his head silently, after the way this group dealt with the first problem, he does not want to see how they deal with the next one. As the group returns to their seat, they can hear the footsteps getting close to what looks like another access pathway into their compartment. The intensity of the noise continues to increase steadily over time, until it suddenly stops. Based on the previous servitor, you can estimate that at least another servitor stopped walking very close to the access door. "Well I checked the last one... Who wants to check this one out?"Vex looks around the room "Well I suppose they could make a cheap suspense holovid out of this at least."With a shudder at Vex's question Olivia stands and walks to the door, pistol drawn and a small"I will ... ah check it out... but don't expect me to be able to shoot it well if it gets violent"With that she presses the release key on the door and waits for it to open. Vex let's out a little laugh as Olivia talks about holovids, then grins at her as she moves to open the door."Don't worry darlin', if it gets angry, just duck and I'll put it down." As the door unlocks and slides open, Olivia comes face to face with another servitor, barely a few meters away. Similar in design to the first one, this model appears to be missing it's left arm, which, based on the state of the remaining stump of melted slag and charred flesh, appears to have been freshly burnt away. It's remaining arm appears to be equipped with what seems to be a large, bulky tubular object connected to something on it's back and visibly exuding heat. As the door opens, it's head follows it's movement until it notices Olivia, at which point it snaps it's attention to her.Behind it, at least two more servitors can be seen with what seem to be large pneumatic guns and large pincers. None of the three servitors appear to be moving erratically or with the characteristic random spasms of the other, now dead, servitor.OoCSpoiler Hide For anyone looking at them, you can attempt a Challenging Tech-Use skill check to specifically identify the servitor's equipment. As the door hisses open, revealing one operand and two operators, Olivia looks at the burnt off stump of the nearest and the armaments of the following two"My, don't you all look friendly!"and throws herself to the side, clearing the doorway.Spoiler Hide I'm guessing this is another roll for initiative suckers moment. (d100)[10] TU vs 28 (d10+3)[8] init. The surprise in Olivia's voice prompts the chivalrous nature in Xanthis, as he moves to act. "I'll handle this." Hands on his blade he moves to get in front of Olivia protecting in case the servitors are hostile, he doesn't trust machinery very much.Spoiler Hide OOC: Ok, so I'm a little unsure of the placement of things, but if my actions are valid, I'll roll initiative and make my actions half move and half delay. I'm also acting under the assumption that Xanthis can quick draw his blade during the dealy action but not using the alotted half action Initiative: Ag: 40 (1d10+4)[14] Seeing the sudden leap of Olivia from the door springs Eisen's training making his gun jump in his hands only for the door being blocked by the swordsman.What is it? What scared you miss? Vex doesn't move from his sitting position,"Well this should be fun in such a cramped place."he takes a glance at the Servitors.Spoiler Hide Do we need to roll again for initiative? If not I'm at Init: 12 If so (1d10+9)[11] As everybody snaps to attention and jumps out of the way, the lead servitor is visibly puzzled and stops for a few seconds, it's mechanical brain seemingly having trouble with so many rapid and odd movements. Regaining it's senses, you can see the object on it's arm, which Olivia easily identifies as a Mark IX Melta Cutter, standard equipment in servitor maintenance teams, depowering, the waves of hot air emanating from it disappearing."Repair Servitor Sub-Unit RS-GL76. Please do not interfere with maintenance procedures."The servitor's voicebox rasps out in a mechanical fashion as it points towards the other access door with it's stump.Behind it, the other two servitors continue standing inanimate, their bodies barely agitated by their remaining biological functions. Upon further inspection, they are also easily identifiable as more maintenance servitors, carrying heavy rivet guns and magnetic clamps. As Xanthis notices what the servitors actually are he calms down a bit, and stands straighter less in a defensive posture. He still holds his hand by his katana but he is visibally more relaxed. Mentally though he tries to keep his mind sharp. "Hmm, I'm going to check out the other room, I'm tired of waiting here." Xanthis moves to get by the servitors while keeping as far as possible from the servitors and the burnt stump. Vex can't help but laugh slightly,"My my, aren't you all a skitty bunch. I guess the Mechanicus have taken to hiring a bunch of Greenhelms in the hope of the Veteran beating them into shape.he shakes his head slightly"Im going to have to teach you lot how to relax, get drunk, party, and all the other fun things."he winks at Olivia as he says the last part.He then looks at the servitors, praying silently that they are working fully,"Proceed."he says to them, and gives a little shudder,Creepy things aren't right.he thinks. After recovering from her dive to the side and standing back up Olivia brushes herself down while gazing at the lead 'maintenance' servitors."I would love to know why it has, presumably, just burnt it's own arm off... well maybe."A small smile and laugh answers Vex's proposed classes on relaxation"I'm afraid i'm not much of a drinker..."she says as she follows Xanthis past the servitors to see what they had just 'maintained'.I wonder if we can find it's arm, assmuming of course the entire thing wasn't turned to plasma. Lowering carefully the lasrifle Eisen frowns at the comment made by the blabbermouth.When you have seen the face of war and what some thing out there can do to you if you don't became at least more careful and you keep you carefree attitude then it would mean either you are touched in the head or that you have nothing left where your head was. Vex raises an eyebrow at Eisen,"The face of war? People join the guard for many reasons, fame, glory, for their world, for what they believe, because they are told to. When you are born, having to fight from the moment that you are able to feed yourself. Never having any 'down time' or safe transit periods. When you realise that you could die at any second from any direction."His face grows dark, no longer carefree,"When you have seen someone tortured for days, just because there is a rumour that they may have spoken to someone who might have information about high grade weapons. When you have done that yourself just so that they don't torture you. When you have seen your friends try to kill you. Then you become carefree, why worry, it's better to enjoy yourself and always be ready." Raising an eyebrow at what he just heardAnd what if you get to enjoy too much and when the need comes it will catch you unprepared? I say that each of us has his or her motives to be on the edge, or ignore it, but in the end what it matters is that we have to work together. So it is better for us to stop measuring our "prowess" and start working together. Don't know about you but I like to know that the one is having my back is trustworthy and not some sort of a show off.All the time having his speech Eisen grips the butt of his gun until his fingers started to turn white.You say about treason? I want to know what do you say when a horde of orks start charging towards you and there is nothing you can do to stop them. Just shoot and shoot and they still keep coming like your beads nurture them instead of hurting. Vex jumps up and prods at Eisen with his finger,"What do you think I was doing when you couldn't put that last freak down? I was watching your back, or have you already forgotten that?"He turns around and runs his hand through his hair,"A person can be ready without pointing his gun at every noise that they hear. Throne, it's usually better to be ready without anyone knowing, than running around shouting it out."Vex sits down and waves his hand,"If we all relax a bit more, then maybe we can get along a bit better than all standing around like juves ready for something to get us." OOC:Sorry for the long pause, the job got to me in a nasty way...IC:Eisen's eyes flare when Vex starts prodding at him and mentions the servitor, his hands starting to grip the butt of his gun until his fingers turn white.Control yourself Eisen what the frak got into you to pick fights with others? Maybe you should go and have yourself checked. JUST CONTROL IT. When Vex finishes his rant he addresses him with a slight nervous tremor in his voiceMaybe you are right about the not knowing part. But for some of us the training is hard to forget and these habits kept us alive until now. I say that the truth is somewhere at the middle but for now let us just try and keep a decent attitude between us. What do you say? Vex shrugs,"Whatever"he begins to ignore Eisen, and eyes up the Servitors which are yet to move. As the group eyes them warily, the maintenance group slowly clanks through the passenger compartment in an orderly, if quite mechanical fashion, only pausing a few times to bang on floor rivets that where sticking out slightly too much. As they reach the service door on the other side, the lead servitor stops and begins moving his stump towards the access panel, as if trying to use it with a now nonexistent arm. As it does so, the two other servitors appear undisturbed, and remain standing behind, waiting for the door to open. Ignoring the others and petty arguments Xanthis moves forward into the compartment where the servitors came from. There could possibly be an explanation there of how thatthinglost its arm. Olivia sticks close to Xanthis as the pair of them move forward into the next compartment. Vex opens the door that the servitors are struggling with.Maybe he would have been better off on his own, these lot were twitchier than a sump-rathe thinks to himself As Vex moves to open the door for the servitor, you realize it had been heating up its cutter arm. As you get closer, the cutter depowers, and the servitor looks at you. "Please remain at a safe distance during maintenance procedures." It adds in the now familiar voice most servitors on the ship seem to share.As you open the door, it turns to it before turning back to Vex "Please do not obstruct with maintenance procedure." A few moments later it and the other servitors cross the doorway, moving towards what remains of their colleague.On the other end of the room, as Olivia and Xanthis enter the corridor, they find it leads to an embranchment, with what appears to be a large, relatively open room to the left, and a long winding corridor on the right. Based on what you heard before, you can guess the servitor maintenance team originated from the larger room, and, as they enter the corridor, distant sounds can be heard from that direction as well. Mindful of Olivia behind him, Xanthis walks onward towards the noise. He stays silent listening for the noise in front of him as well as to hear if something go wrong from Vex's position. Glancing at the corridor ahead of them Olivia murmurs quietly to Xanthis as moves the pistol in her sleeve closer to her hand."We take a left here I guess from the noise before they came in to our room." Barely glancing back Xanthis nods his head in a thankful manner. He takes a left were she suggested, leaving his hand at his hip by the sword. Vex moves out of the way of the Servitors now that he has opened the door, and returns to his seat. Hopefully they will arrive soon and can get off this ship and away from all these crazy servitors. As Xanthis and Olivia move through the corridor, they can see that the room in front of them does not match the design of the passenger compartment: it looks older, and poorly maintained. As they get closer, the sound they can hear becomes clearer, and is remarkably similar to the sound of short bursts of electricity discharging. Beyond, the room is relatively large, at least 20 to 30 meters to a side, and supported by an arching roof reaching high above. In the middle appears to lie a large, raised platform a few meters high, with what appear to be alcoves near its base.OoCSpoiler Hide Could I have a perception check please? Look around the room Olivia thinks quickly, trawling through the memories and information the magos had hypno-induced into her, trying to match the strange room and discern it's purpose.Drawing a blank she steps forward into the room slowly, warily look around as the sound of arcing energy grows louder in her ears.

[Dark Heresy] Blood on the Lathes IC

Some R&R in HR (Arjayoh x Sketchyequine)

"Yes, yes of course, thank you - yes I'll see you on Monday," Scott said excitedly as he pressed the end call button on his phone outside the Starbucks on Fifth Street. He was beaming. A wide smile erupted on his face as he turned to enter the coffee shop for his usual morning drink. It didn't matter whether he was working or not, or whether it was a weekend or a weekday, he always found himself at the Starbucks or the locally owned store on Eighth Street around 9 a.m. Of course, he'd say he wasn't addicted to the caffeine, he just 'liked the taste' but that was more than a white lie.His excellent mood was caused by a phone call from the local hospital offering him the job as Head of Human Resources after he applied some time ago. Numerous rounds of interviewing made his aware that this job was much bigger than he had initially anticipated. He was ready for a promotion or a new challenge, and he'd reached the top of the totem pole at his current company, so had been looking and applying for new jobs for the past few months. It was a total of 43 days from sending his application in to him receiving the phone call that he was successful in his application, and that he'd start in two days.He wore a casual look, unlike his usual weekday attire of a suit and tie, but that day he was dressed in a slim fitting pair of jeans and a light red t-shirt that showed his chest and shoulder muscles. He liked wearing form fitting clothing more, especially as he'd worked hard at the gym to get in to shape, always being the chubby kid in high school and college.A breeze hit him as he walked in to the air conditioned room, not as loud and busy as it would have been on a weekday, but relatively well occupied nonetheless. His favorite cashier was working, and he greeted her as he made his way to the till."Morning, Susan," he smiled softly. "The usual please, but with an extra shot of espresso this time please, late night last night," he laughed softly. It was true enough, he'd let loose a little for the first time in months after being invited out by an old friend he hadn't seen since his college days. His body clock was the only thing that prevented him from sleeping in all day, but he knew he'd need a pick-me-up in the form of extra caffeine.The coffee was quickly made and handed to him once he'd paid, and he turned to see the regular attendee that he'd seemed to grow some kind of crush on over the past few weeks. The woman was a true beauty, and Scott ran in to her seemingly wherever he went. Both coffee shops, the library, on the subway. He even thought he'd seen her at the bar the previous night, but that could have been wishful thinking.Sipping his coffee through the to-go cup, he strolled over to the table where the woman stood, feeling on top of the world, it probably wouldn't hurt to say hello, right?"It really must be my lucky day today, good to see you again," he smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth as he set his coffee down on her table, his hand still around it, however. Samantha had been up since three thirty, at work since four o'clock this morning, and she was always allowed a break every morning between nine and ten in the morning. It was a lunch break of sorts. In a desperate attempt to get out of that damned hospital she would always leave and get coffee a block down the road at the starbuck. A mocha latte and a scone were enough to keep her moving through the motions without yelling at people in the ER all day long. She was a trauma doctor. Sam saw a lot of ugly things during her shifts, and the least she could do to keep her sanity was to change out of her scrubs for an hour and go get a damned cup of coffee.So she sat, legs crossed with her nose in a book and one hand wrapped around the paper cup and one foot bouncing in a fidgeting manner. Samantha wasn't good at staying still for very long. Perhaps that was she she had done so well in medical school. She had worked herself up to being a trauma surgeon much faster than anyone else in the program. To say the least, Sam was a workaholic and she never wandered far from the hospital. The bar, starbucks, and library she frequented were all within a mile radius of the hospital and her house. Their house.Samantha was married. Her husband was a cardiothoracic surgeon in the same hospital she worked at. The pair worked and lived together, you'd think they were absolutely inseparable: a power couple. But they weren't. Sam and her husband, Jessi, were not what you would call happily married. They hadn't even touched each other in months let alone gone out anywhere together besides to and from work four days a week. Sam worked monday through thursday, four am to, suppossedly, four pm. However, she hardly ever got out of there in before six. Jessi and Sam didnt talk at work unless it was business related, and they sure as hell didnt talk at home. Happily ever after, right?Her unhappy marriage was why Sam took note of any of the good looking guys she saw in her day to day routine. But there was one in particular she seemed to see nine times out of ten every time she went out anywhere. She didnt recall ever talking to him, but she sure as hell enjoyed raking her eyes over him from time to time. This morning was no exception. He walked in almost on cue and hopped in line. Sam quirked an eyebrow, but she didn't raise her eyes. She could see him well enough out of her peripheral, but it was certainly a distraction from the subject matter of her book. He ordered a coffee, cheery as ever, then headed directly towards her.Oh shit.She thought.He must have caught me looking.She thought, trying not to look as panicked as she felt when he tapped his coffee down on her table.Sam slowly rose her green eyes up from the text on the page and made eye contact with the man. Her own attire waas simple: a pair of black leggings and a button up, oversized flannel over her torso. It swallowed her: hiding most of the evidence of her femininity save for the smallest bit of cleavage peeking out where she hadn't buttoned it up all the way. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail for work, but she hadn't bothered to redo it for the sake of getting a coffee."And what is it that makes you so lucky?" She asked, painting a soft smile across her plump lips. "The fact that I'm going to invite you to sit down or the fact you found me again?" She asked, mostly teasing, though she was curious. She saw this man everywhere, but she didn't even have the faintest idea what his name was. "Samantha. Samantha Evenson. But once you've talked to me at least three times I'll let you call me Sam." She gave him a wink."I think I saw you at Rudy's last night. Though, I dipped out around eleven. I cant stay out long past that if I still hope to get any work done the nest day." She laughed. He laughed softly and smirked back to her, releasing his hand off of his coffee cup, showing his relaxation around her. Her subtle flirting let him know he was in the clear, but a quick glance down to her hand as she held her coffee showed a good sized wedding ring, something he was yet to see in any of their brief interactions. Despite this, he sat down across from her and moved his coffee across the table so it was sitting again in his dominant left hand. His right hand found his thigh, and he looked across, disregarding the wedding ring and returning to a smile."Well, I thought I was just lucky enough to see you again, but definitely didn't think I'd be invited to sit," he said before sipping his coffee. The waitress, Susan, dropped off a couple napkins and he thanked her quietly before looking at Samantha inquisitively. "They don't usually bring napkins over at Starbucks, do they?" He asked before looking back at Susan and catching her watching the two of them."Anyway, my name is Scott....Scott Mahler," he offered. "I don't really have a nickname, but if you want to come up with one, you can let me know after the third time we talk," he winked, hoping this would be the first of many conversations between the two of them. "But yes....Samantha until then," he obliged, laughing a little and leaning back in his chair to get more comfortable.Nodding along with her, he knew he'd remembered correctly. "I thought so! I wasn't sure if it was just because we seem to see each other everywhere, or if it was truly you," he laughed a bit more and then leaned his elbows on the table, getting closer to her but nottoo close."We must run in pretty familiar circles if we always see each other," he said softly. "What do you do?" He asked, not exactly expecting an in depth answer, but he knew she was successful, there was an aura about her that just breathed success. She was confident, well dressed and groomed well, and if the wedding ring on her finger said anything, it was that her husband was too. Sam chuckled, slipping a piece of clean gauze into her book where it served as ghetto ass bookmark. It was a romance novel though that wasn't obvious based on the cover. Sam got plenty of adventure, mystery, and even horror just doing her job. The only thing her day to day truly lacked was romance. So... she read about it to make enduring a life without it a little less painful. Her and Jessi didn't even sleep in the same bed anymore. Sam had so graciously been kicked to the spare bedroom while Jessi took over the master. Whatever. At least she didn't have to listen to his snoring anymore this way. The bastard never was willing to do anything about it."Maybe shes just bringing napkins because she thinks I'm going to start sweating just by talking to you." She gave him a wink before following his gaze down to her wedding ring. Usually she didn't even wear it outside of work, but she kept it on around the hospital in a futile attempt to keep patients from flirting with the cute little redheaded trauma surgeon. Pathetic? Maybe, but it worked. What was mpre upsetting to Sam was the fact this cute guy now knew she was married. "Or maybe she's just hoping we'll both reach for the napkins at the same time and brush fingertips like in the movies." She teased, but once glance over at the barista was enough to tell Sam she was young and a hopeless romantic.Sam's leg continued to bounce nervously under the table as she socialized with the man.Why the hell was she so nervous?She wondered. She met new people all day every day for work. She had good people skills yet here she was terrified he would ditch hre the second she sounded boring or overbearing. What if he was one of those guys who didnt like a woman who were powerful in the work place? There was no doubt that Samantha herself was a powerhouse and she didnt let men walk all over her at work or anywhere. Except for Jessi, but that was aa different story."I live around here." She informed him, trailing her chewed short fingernails along the side of the cup while she made eye contact with the male sitting with perfect posture in her chair and leaned forward towards him just a tad. "This place, the library, the gym, Rudy's... they're all along my walk to and from work. I hardly ever drive anywhere these days unless its damn cold outside and I don't feel like freezing my ass off. After all, I worked hard on this ass." She smirked a bit. "If I remember right you're a member at my gym as well, correct? I think I've seen you there during some of my workouts. Drenched in sweat truly is me at my cutest. You're a lucky guy."Sam glanced at the simple silver watch that was strapped around her wrist and pursed her plush lips. 9:35 AM. She would have to head back soon so that she could be changed and ready for pre-ops at 10. If she even got to do pre=ops. Half the time the ambulance brought in a trauma case that required her attention and they would reassign a different doctor to her more routine procedure patients. Sam was best utilized saving a trauma patient... not removing a lipoma or appendix."I work at the hospital. East bay? I don't know if you've heard of it or driven past, but it's the biggest hospital on this side of town. We take care of a lot of emergency patients as well as provide standard procedures from dermatologists to cancer treatment. It's a big place, but I hope you never find yourself needing to be one of my patients. I work primarily in the emergency room and if I'm not there I'm leaned over some poor sap on the operating table. Just hope you never have to see me at work and you'll just keep running into me on the streets." She was a huge flirt and he loved the back and forth they shared as they slowly drank their coffees, the busy atmosphere that surrounded them definitely not influencing their mood or conversation. They were two relaxed people in a city that was nothing short of hectic, and it felt good to be able to be less tense than the average Joe or Josephine that was grabbing their coffee drink and then rushing back out of the door to make their meetings.As she told him about her regular haunts, he checked each of them off in his head with a visible memory of seeing her at each ine. The coffee shop was easy, as it seemed like she had her own reserved table all the time - the one they currently occupied. The library was a little harder, because he didn't find himself there too much, but he vaguely remembered them brushing past each other at the entrance. The gym, they always seemed to be running next to each other or catching each other's eyes from across the weight room, and Rudy's - always seeing each other across a busy room crowded full of the city's finest.It was like a romantic novel waiting to happen, especially now that he'd realized she was married. And what else was that? Oh, of course she worked at where he'd be starting on Monday. You could've written the script right there."East Bay? Uh...yeah I know it," he said softly, not wanting to give it away that they likely would be seeing each other at work, although considering he was head of HR, she probably would want to avoid him as much as possible."Yeah let's hope so, I'd much rather not be bleeding out in front of you, that'd be a terrible second meeting, and I wouldn't even be able to call you Sam yet," he winked, laughing a little and sipping at his coffee before noticing it was almost empty."I'm...ah...in between jobs right now, but it's looking promising, so hopefully I'm not selling my kidney anytime soon to speed up that second meeting of ours," he grinned, his blue eyes piercing hers. "Well good luck with your new job, Scott." Sam smiled softly before taking the last swig of her own coffee before glancing at her watch yet again. She had to get going now of she would be late for her pre-ops. Samantha grabbed the last bit of her scone and scarfed it down before glancing back up at Scott's piercing blue eyes with her own soft green ones. Blue and green always seemed to go together quite well. Perhaps that was some kind of sign that she shouldn't ignore this connection they seemed to have to one another. So she smiled and rummaged through her pocket until she found a pen and old, crumpled gum wrapper."How about this, Scott. I'm going to give you my number and maybe we can actually meet up a Rudy's next time rather than just running into one another by chance. Or you can just send me pictures of the weird mole on your back that you think might be cancer. Whatever you want, really." She offered, smiling gently at the handsome young mae. Without hesitation she scribbled her name and number onto the wrapper and slid it across the table under fingertip towards Scott: the stranger made acquaintance. "But for now... I gotta go. Have a great day, Mr. Mahler." She cooed cheerily before she disappeared out the door of the coffeeshop, walking at a brisk pace.Sam usually didn't give out her number to good looking guys at Starbucks. In fact, she didn't give out her number to guys at all. Afterall she was married. Sam was unhappy in her marriage but aside from a few drunken, raunchy dances at Rudy's she had never gone against her vows. She was a good girl and she tried to be a good wife, but she just wanted so much more out of her life. She was young and at least somewhat good looking. Samantha deserved a better life than this.The rest of the day was a wash. There were no huge traumas on Sammy's shift, so she spent the day doing minor surgeries: mass removals, appendectomies, and minor internal bleeding repairs as a result of minor blunt force trauma. It was a relatively easy day for the young doctor, and she got to go home after a short 13 hour shift at the hospital. Tonight she didn't feel like going out. She felt like staying in bed in an oversized t-shirt and her thong, rolling around in bed and watching Netflix while her husband ignored her in the other room. It was thursday. She had the next three days 'off', so she was allowed to stay up past 8PM without any consequences. So she did... binging real crime documentaries until she fell asleep drooling on her pillow.Sam spent the entire weekend just like that, forgetting she had even given out her number and keeping her phone off almost the entire time. If Scott had texted her she hadn't seen it thanks to her own bliss of being detached from the word for three days.Monday morning came just as quickly as it always did. Samantha got up, got dressed, and drove to the hospital separately from Jessi even though they had to be there at the same time. True love. When she got there she picked up some case folders and ducked behind one of the nurses stations in the ER to read through her potential work for the day. She called it potential because there was a very real possibility that a car accident or gunshot wound would roll into her ER and require her full attention. However, there was something new on today's agenda. All of the docs were to clear their 9AM to 9:30AM time block to meet with the new head of Human Resources. Sam groaned."I guess no coffee for me today." She muttered to herself. She couldn't care less about the HR team. Scott smiled softly, shocked as Samantha slid her number across the table to him before she stood up and left the coffee shop. He wasn't entirely sure why he hadn't told her they'd be colleagues just a short three days later, but regardless, she'd have found out soon enough. Taking the piece of paper and adding the number to his phone, he typed S-A-M-A before stopping to think. He removed the final A and added Evenson at the end, smirking to himself as he pressed save.Standing, he walked over to the counter and ordered another coffee, his usual routine when he had no plans for the rest of the day. His usual routine was to people watch and put all technology to the side for a while, but he kept his phone in his hand that day, his thumb itching to unlock it and text the beautiful woman who'd been so kind to give him her number. In the end, he was able to resist the urge and put his phone away. 'This is a married woman,' he continuously thought to himself. 'I can't get involved, she probably only did it to be polite anyway.' A number of theories arose and circled around his head as he tried to justify why Samantha would have no interest in him, as he did for most woman he were quite clearly interested.Finally finishing his coffee, he waved goodbye to Susan who was getting ready to finish her shift, and she waved back, almost rushing to clock out as she saw him leaving, but he was out of the door and down the street before he'd even realized.The warm air hit him instantaneously, and he knew it wasn't a good idea to go for a walk with how much he'd sweat, so he strolled back to his apartment, phone in hand yet again as he thought back to his encounter with Samantha. Quickly, his mind was in the gutter as he thought about her in her work uniform, and then out of it, or partially out of it at least. His thoughts would always end with him remembering the wedding ring, the obviously expensive wedding ring, and he'd stop himself again.'Do I really want to share a building with this woman?' He asked himself as he got home. Of course he did - he'd worked hard to get the job and he wouldn't let anybody get in the way of that, but there was definitely some risk involved.Later that evening he looked out of his apartment building on to the busy city street below, almost going insane inside his apartment alone, so he ventured out and plucked up the courage to text his new crush. "Rudy's tonight? It's Scott," he typed before hesitating for 15 minutes and finally pressing send as he stepped inside the crowded bar. "Thirsty Thursdays" as they called it, and it was a much younger crowd than usual, but he was able to find a seat at the bar and order a beer.Tapping his fingers on the bar as his first beer quickly went down, he checked his phone every few minutes to see if she'd texted. Second beer - still nothing from Samantha, and after Scott's third he decided to call it a night, shrugging his shoulders as he walked out of the bar and the few blocks home, knowing that she probably regretted even letting him sit down with her in the first place, considering she was married. As bummed out as he was, he slept easy for the rest of the weekend knowing he'd most likely dodged a bullet....Monday morning came around way too fast for Scott's liking, but he awoke with a spring in his step, excited for the day ahead and starting his new job. His boss, the only person he had to report to, had decided to schedule meetings throughout the day for him to meet each team and to explain his goals and any potential projects the HR department were going to undertake, the first of which was at 9 a.m., and with his signature coffee in hand, he stepped out of his office to a group of doctors, nurses and assistants with one Samantha Evenson directly in the middle.Scott, of course knowing this encounter was going to happen, did not share the same look than Samantha was expressing, and after seeing this he was almost laughing before he had to begin his speech."Well.....hello everyone. My name is Scott Mahler, I'm the new Head of Human Resources. It's Monday and it's 9 a.m., so I understand many of you would rather be anywhere else right now, but I want to make sure you know who to come to should any situation arise where you'll need me or my colleagues. Here is my office," he said softly, pointing to the left. "And if the door is open, I'm in there. My cell and office numbers will also be available on the door should I not be there and you have an emergency. Now, obviously, with all due respect I don't ant to ever have to work withmostof you in close quarters if I can help it," he said to a light laughter while looking directly at Samantha. "But should you need me, I'm always here. Thank you for your time!" He said before letting the crowd disperse. Sam went about her usual morning routine: checking in on patients, filling out patient charts, and scheduling surgeries for the rest of the day. It was the usual grind for a young doctor like herself. Many of the specialists were already operating, but seeing as she specialized in trauma most of her bloody work took place in the later hours of the day. However, paperwork was just as important as the surgeries. Patient care from start to finish was of the utmost importance to any doctor worth their Salt. Samantha was no exception. She never complained about the more tedious parts of her job or cursed her responsibilities. Sam was a good doctor.However, meeting the new head of HR meant no Starbucks, and that got on her nerves. A girl needed her coffee.She sat in the conference room on the administrative floor of the hospital in her scrubs and lab coat, a clipboard laying across her narrow lap. She waited, surrounded by her colleagues fully expecting some middle aged man to walk in and start muttering about how he was going to fix all that was wrong with the hospital. They had all heard it before and, honestly, not a single nurse or doctor in that room looked even the least bit enthusiastic about this meeting. After all, it was eating into everyone’s free time: a precious time in any hospital. It was painted on everyone’s face up until the new HR rep walked in. And boy, did he draw the attention of every woman in the room.Most of the nurses looked lovestruck, the female doctors intrigued. But Sam? Her mouth fell open in shock for just a moment before she closed it once more and just slid down in her chair and cupped her hand over her brow in a meek attempt to hide her face. It was pointless. Scott honed in on her almost immediately. There was no doubt that he recognized her. In fact, every time she glanced up at him she met his eyes.Was he staring at her?It made her bite down hard on her lip in nerves for the remainder of his short speech.Once most of the room had cleared out, Sam stood and approached the head of the table where Scott stood, a sheepish smile in her lips. “Hey there stranger. If I didn’t know better I’d thank you planned this.” She quirked an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her bosom. The scrubs left plenty of room for imagination as they hung loosely over her figure with very minimal skin showing and certainly not any cleavage to speak of. Being a doctor didn’t exactly come with a sexy uniform, but Sam still wasn’t a bad looking woman with her read curls pulled back and her green eyes shining through the light amount of makeup sge wore. She leaned back against the table casually as she looked up at Scott.“You know you’d be better off if you were fifty years old and ugly. The nurses here are going to eat you alive in that suit.” She teased. Sam Still had about half an hour left of her break, so she wasn’t in any hurry to get back. She would rather spend a bit of time with Scott before her scrubs were covered in blood. She owed him that much after accidentally blowing of his text that weekend.“Look. I’m sorry I missed you Thursday. To be honest I was rolling around in my underwear and watching Netflix for entirely too many hours. I just needed to stay in this weekend. As you can imagine my day-to-day around here can be pretty hectic.” The meetings scheduled didn't exactly fill Scott with glee when he heard about them. They were planned without his knowledge and sprung upon him that morning, so without much time to plan, he wasn't too excited to have to fumble his way through several of them throughout the day for all the different units of the hospital. Despite this, he had the full attention of the room when he began speaking - well - at least half of them. He'd heard enough about nurses in the past to know to keep his distance when possible, but he was starting to realise he might not have that opportunity presented to him.He made sure to make the talk short, knowing that these doctors and nurses valued their free time more than most, as it didn't come very often. A few of the staff stayed to shake his hand and welcome him to the job, which he appreciated, and a couple nurses giggled and held on to his hand for longer than expected when they introduced themselves. He had a feeling that this wouldn't be the last time he'd be seeing them around.Finally, as he expected, Samantha strolled up to him. Scott, smiling, looked deeply in to her green eyes and smirked. "Well I've got the ugly part covered," he winked, teasing her a little as he held his hand out for her to shake. "I know we already did this, but I suppose it'll look good to do it in a professional setting too," he laughed a little. "Also, what if I want to eat the nurses alive, not the other way around?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and the possibility that he wasn't only interested in her. That would be a lie, of course.Shaking his head and raising his hand, he forgave her instantly. "Listen I understand, rolling around in your underwear and watching Netflix sounds much better than fighting for a seat at Rudy's anyway, maybe I'll invite you to do that next time instead," he teased. "Oh, and this also counts as a meeting, by the way, so I will be allowed to call you Sam next time," he laughed a little, knowing he could raise the stakes a little now that nobody was in the room but the two of them. Sam rolled her eyes and reached out her hand, giving him the handshake he asked for. Was this to be a business only arrangement then? Maybe she should delete his name and number from her phone entirely. She didn't need the totally professional HR guy texting her over the weekend. If she ignored him again he migh write her up for sexual harassment or something. That would be quite he mark on her perfectly clean personal relations record in the hospital. The last HR rep, Clyde, had adored her. She was the easiest staff member to work with because she almost never got into trouble with patients or patient families. When she did? It was usually due to factors beyond her control."Well if it's nurses your after I can tell you which ones are rumored to be the best lay and whos single or not. Nurses love to gossip with the doctors in the break room. Why do you think I always run away to starbucks during my meal break in the morning? I cant stand all the pointless gabbing. I'd rather read a raunchy book and drink my cappuccino, thank you." She scrunched up her nose playfully before glancing over her should to be absolutely sure they were alone."By the way, this little meeting of yours this morning ruined that for me today." She crossed her arms over her chest challengingly as she quirked a playful brow at him. "I think you're going to have to make that up to me, mister." She smirked. One hand reached out bravely and she tangled her long, narrow fingers into his tie. Ther hand brushed against his abdomen and chest as she did so easingl, but soon she gave a harsh tug on the garment: Pulling Scott forwards as well as likely giving him a little choke. All in play, of course, and as soon as it had begun it ended. Sam released the tie and let it fall back into it's respective position, crooked now."Buy me a drink at Rudy's tonight and we'll call it even, okay hotshot? Oh. And if you bring any nurses with you the price will to three drinks because you wasted my time." She smiled at him. Sam usually wasn't such a horrible flirt, but there was just something about Scott that tempted the married woman. The best she could figure? It's because he had been around for so long. She had been eyeing him at the bar for over a year, catching a glance at the coffee shop, and peeking up from her elliptical at the gym just to see him drenched in sweat and looking like some sort of sex god. He had been a staple in her routine for some time now, and she felt an undeniable urge to act on it now. "You can't stand all the pointless gabbing or you're worried that they're really talking about you," he smirked, teasing right back before she mentioned his meeting had ruined her opportunity to get in to a raunchy book, pulling him in ever so slightly with the grip of his tie. His eyes widened in shock as she did so, and he had to admit he was a little nervous in the moment as she was clearly in control. The pull took his breath away, as well as the choke that the tightening of the tie made possible.As she released the tie, he tried to look as cool as he could in that situation, looking down and slowly shifting the tie so it became loose and he was able to fix it back in to its initial position. He listened as she gave him the proposition for a drink, and smirked as she did so. Of course, he simply wasn't going to say no, but the way she offered it made her seem so powerful, so in control of the situation despite her marriage. He thought she'd want to keep something like that under wraps, not at a busy local bar like Rudy's, but he was single, and he didn't need an excuse to not be seen.Nodding as she finished, he agreed. "Alright, sure, Rudy's at 8 p.m., I don't have to be in tomorrow until the afternoon, so I might just bring a nurse so I can get you to have three drinks with me," he winked as he looked back down at his tie and lifted the bottom a little bit, making sure that it was straight for when he'd eventually have to take another meeting with the hospital staff from a different unit.Reaching out from his tie and to her coat, he unbuttoned it and let it swing open, before putting a hand on her waist and stepping closer so their bodies and faces were inches apart. "Just be sure to show up this time," he smirked before running his hand up her side and then pulling away, turning to walk out of the room. "Have a great day, Mrs. Evenson." Sam took a sharp breath as his reached out to her, making quick work of her lab coat until he found her body underneath clad in simple blue scrubs. However, it took her off guard when his hand continued forward and eventually took hold of her waist. His palm was warm and inviting, unlike her husband's hand which had no interest in touching a woman anymore. Well... at least he had no interest in touching her anymore. Scott just had this way of pushing her drastically outside of her comfort zone. And all it took was a moment of eye contact of his hand lingering on her petite frame.Sam didn't manage any words before Scott disappeared, leaving her standing there dissatisfied and gawking.With a huff, Sam soon stepped out as well, heading back to work. She had patients to attend to and she couldn't waste away the day sitting around and day dreaming about the new head of HR. What a stupid, childish, girly thing to do. Samantha was a working woman and a married woman, yet she couldn't get her mind off of just what Scott might have to offer her. Could this be some sort off budding office romance? Where exactly would tonight take them? She bit her lip as she walked through the white tiled hallway. She knew where she would like tonight to take them.The rest of the day went by without a hitch. Well... mostly. There was one particular case that went sour, but things like that happened in this profession. 45 year old male needed a stent placed after years of plaque buildup. He wasn't old, so they hadn't anticipated any difficulties during surgery though death is always one of the possible complications. That's exactly what he got. A reaction to the anestesia, actually. The man died on the table before Sam or anyone else could figure out what had happened to him. It was too late before they discovered the cause, but Sam tried not to lose sleep over these cases. It was part of being a doctor. Instead she was focused on her date tonight with Scott.8PM came just as it always did. Then 9PM. Sam finally rotted into Rudy's an hour and 15 minutes late. Typical doctor behavior. For Scott, the day was much slower than it should have been. The first day on a new job for anybody should be a refreshing and exciting experience, but he'd have to settle for his second day being like that, due to the fact that every minute of his first shift (besides lunch) was filled with meeting the new employees and regurgitating the same old script he'd used on Samantha and her unit. It was mentally exhausting to say the least, and when he walked out of work, he couldn't wait for his planned evening with his new co-worker/love interest/whatever the hell she was.Walking back to his uptown apartment, his phone buzzed and he opened it to see a text from the hospital director. "Lawyers in tomorrow morning, pt death today, family contemplating a suit....you'll have to work the morning....from the frying pan in to the fire..." Scott read it as he walked down the sidewalk, dodging the rest of the professionals that were finishing up and heading home for the day.'Finally,' he thought, 'a chance to get in to the nitty gritty of healthcare.'Arriving home, he changed in to a casual outfit that showed off his muscular frame, similar to the one he'd worn when he first plucked up the courage to say something to Samantha. He decided on a moss green shirt that went well with his lighter blue jeans, slim fitting but not overly so. On his feet were a standard pair of white Adidas sneakers, and after pacing around his apartment for what felt like forever, he finally left at 7:45 p.m. to make sure he'd be on time.Walking into Rudy's at 8 p.m., he looked around to see if Samantha had arrived, but alas, she had not. Considering this was his first job in healthcare, he was unsure of the stereotypes that came with the industry. Nurses were crazy, he'd learnt today. Doctors were always late to social functions? That he'd have to find out for himself, and find out he did.Ordering a beer, he nursed it for as long as he could before 8:30 p.m. came around and it was gone. Another beer got him to 8:50 p.m., and then a third got him to 9:15 p.m.Rolling his eyes, he stood and decided to call it a night. 'Why am I surprised?' he asked himself as he made his way to the door just as Samantha walked in. Scott had a buzz going, but nothing that would make it obvious. He knew how to handle his drink, after all."Oh....so you decided to show up," he laughed a little, despite being somewhat pissed off that she'd made him wait that long. Sam winced a bit when she saw him. He was angry with her, and perhaps rightfully so. After all, she had been incredibly evasive lately. From not answering his texts to showing up over an hour late now. Samantha was used to these types of antics, and Jesse had been the same way seeing as they were both doctors, but she shouldn't expect Scott to feel the same way. After all, he was new to all of this. It wouldn't take long, however, for him to become acquainted to this type of behavior. Especially since he was going to be working at the hospital as well. In fact, maybe someday soon it would be him getting caught up in the office and showing up to everything late."I know. I know. I'm late. I'll make it up to you." She assured him, placing one hand on his chest to keep him from stepping around her and leaving anyway. After all, if he was mad enough this date wouldn't be worth much to him... if it could even be considered a date. "You're going to have to learn how to date women in the medical field. We're never on time. The nurses are no better." She gave him a wink then reached down, grabbing his hand and dragging him back towards the bartop. Sam hadn't had anything to drink, and she sure as hell needed to.She looked good. She was dressed up perhaps a little more than Scott himself, but she was still rather casual. She wore a simple maroon t-shirt style dress that hung down to her mid thigh. It wasn't tight fitting, but the scooping neckline was low enough to show off the slightest cleavage, her soft mounds highlighted in the dim bar lights with a simple chain necklace dangling between them. So wore simple canvas tennis shoes on her feet, and honestly looked no different than all of the horny college girls that hung around despite being nearly a decade older and a hell of a lot more useful to society."I would like a shot of tequila. Lime and shot. Whatever you have thats cheap." She handed over her card and ID. "Actually make that two. One for me. One for this gentleman." She motioned to Scott.Samantha planted her ass on a bar stool then patted the one next to her for Scott to sit. Once he did she offered him a sheepish smile. "Look. I'm sorry. I had a patient. I wouldn't expect you to understand, but maybe you can be patient with me? Doctors aren't always the easiest people to get along with, but I swear I'm a good person once you you get past that hard exterior of mine. Plus, now you can officially call me Sam. Wouldn't that make waiting for me so long worth it?" She asked, batting her pretty eyes at him.Once the shots came, Samantha grinned like a kid in a candy shop. She grabbed it, licked her salt, downed her tequila, and sucked on her lime in a smooth gesture. Obviously this was something she did often. Tequila was, after all, her drink of choice. Another reason she could easily be mistaken for one of these college tramps. She ordered another round, letting Scott choose what he wanted this go around."Once I'm good and drunk, however, I'll let you dance with me." She offered with a smirk. The hand on his chest did more than it should've. He was a little pissed off, sure, but feeling her hand there seemed to melt it all away. He could have practically been at her mercy in that moment in time. As they sat, he laughed a little, looking across at her from the stool. "So you're saying, if we go out again, that I should show up at least an hour late....and you probablystill won't be there?" He asked, laughing out loud as he finished his question. "Fair enough," he shrugged.Continuing to look across at her, he saw the necklace and followed the line of jewelry down to her cleavage before looking away and back to the bar as she ordered their drinks. Tequila wasn't exactly his drink of choice, but he wouldn't say no in that moment. If that's what Samantha wanted, he'd happily oblige in drinking it too.As she explained her lateness being due to a patient, he thought back to the text he received from his boss, but in that moment he didn't put two and two together. Her story was too vague to think she'd have anything to do with his meeting regarding a patient death the following morning......'The following morning' he thought to himself. How many tequila's was just enough to show up to his brand new job in a decent state?"It's kind of my job to understand," he smirked, the tequila's arriving and he followed her lead, licking the salt, throwing back the shot and sucking on the lime, his eyes closing involuntarily as he did so, setting everything down and sighing heavily. The shot was sure to further his buzz, or maybe even pass him over into drunken Scott for the first time in a while.Truly enough, he liked Sam, so he wasn't going to make an idiot out of himself on their first planned meeting outside of work, which is why he ordered another tequila for her, and went back to beer for himself."I'd love to keep up with you re: tequila, but it's definitely not college anymore for me," he winked, teasing. "And I just found out I'm in early in the morning, even though I wasn't supposed to be, so I'll have to take it somewhat easy. Although dancing does sound excellent......you think that's gonna be here or back at my place?" He asked, pushing the boundaries a bit more. "Well. An hour might be pushing it. Forty five minutes is a good bet. Then you have enough time to get a few shots deep before I show up and you'll be buzzed enough to handle me. No sober man is ever bold enough to try." She teased him. "Plus. If I'm only half an hour late I'll be pissed if I have to wait for you long. I don't mind keeping you waiting, but I hate to be the one waiting, darling." She gave him a wink as she sat near him.She laughed, watching him cringe at the shot. "Manly man, eh?" She asked him teasingly. She herself hadn't even winced at the shot. It might as well have been water it went down her gullet so easily. She downed the second one with just as much ease, but she didn't miss what he was saying. Odd that they would call him in early so soon in his career there. Usually they waited at least a few days before fucking the new guys with a studded strapon dry in the ass. She giggled at the thought of Scott being an HR bitch. She probably would have hated him for being a pain in her ass if it weren't for the fact he was actually good looking. At least now if he had to yell at her he would look hot and dominant doing it."Poor guy." She pouted for him teasingly. "Gotta get up early. Welcome to my life. Though... they canceled my rounds for tomorrow. Gotta go do some paperwork bullshit instead thanks to the man who decided to die on my table today. Public relations are a real pain in my ass. But Scott, I give you permission to be a pain in my ass any time you want. As long as it means you're actually in my ass." She gave him a wink. He wasn't the only one who could push boundaries. "Though, if my ass doesn't suit you there are a couple other options for where you can be a pain."Sam reached out, placing a Hand on Scott's thigh, perhaps a little too far up, and she gave it a squeeze. The tequila hadn't been in her system long enough to really have an effect yet, but if she got a bad reaction she could always blame the liquid courage and make a mental note of Scott's boundaries. Though. Seeing as he had so nonchalantly just invited her over tonight for obvious activities, she had a feeling that a little thigh grab wasn't the raunchiest thing that either of them could think of. What was the harm in a little no strings attached fun? Sam could surely use it. Her husband hadn't even tried to turn her on in weeks."Maybe you can show me just ow big of a pain you can be later when you take me home. Eh, Scotty? How does that sound?" She downed a third shot before standing up and pulling her skirt down to better cover her ass where it had ridden up while she was sitting, and she took a step toward the dance floor where plenty of drunk couples and strangers were already getting handsy. "But first you're going to have to convince me to follow you there. Dance with me." Listening to her talk, he couldn't believe she'd been so bold in suggesting what she did, but he wasn't about to pretend that it didn't turn him on. Two inches higher on his thigh and she'd have felt how hard her words had made him, but luckily she kept her hand where it was. The squeeze made him even harder, though, and when she stood to dance he wasn't sure the best idea was to follow her. The lights were low enough that people probably wouldn't see, but he was still incredibly self conscious about it nonetheless.Reluctantly standing as she took a step towards the dance floor that was slowly filling up, he smirked finally and took her hand as they walked together, joining couples that were probably a bit more drunk than they were, but there was more than enough space for them to dance in. Not like they'd need it anyway, as he removed his hand from hers and took her by the waist, pulling her close as his hardened cock pressed against her finally."That big," he said softly in to her ear as they started to dance and girate against each other. The music was now filling the room as the bar turned in to more of a nightclub for the night, and the beat was thundering through the room and his body.The song was over and most people left the dance floor. He didn't want to, but it did feel like a natural end to their moment, and he took her hand one more time to head back to the bar. Thankfully, the two seats they had vacated were still available when they returned, so he pulled out one for Sam and sat back down, his hand finding her thigh this time. "Does that answer your question? Of how big of a pain in your ass I'm gonna be, I mean," he smirked, feeling very buzzed at that point and more than happy to go along with exactly what she wanted.The bartender came back over and he ordered another beer, setting himself a limit for that to be his last one, at least in that bar. If they were going to go home together, he didn't want to be too drunk and unable to do anything with her. "I think she'd like another tequila," he smirked across at Sam, nodding to the bartender as he waited for her approval. Sam Bit down hard on her lower lip when Scott grabbed onto her waist and pulled her in closer. So close, in fact, she could feel the outline of his erection pressing into her pelvis. Scott was taller than Sam, offering her some relief in that he wasn't pressing directly into her pubic region. Otherwise he might have unleashed a flood down under. Either way, Sam received him by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and gyrating into him just as he did her. In addition, she would regularly press her breasts into his pectorals. She acted as though she had lost her balance, but in all reality she just wanted him to feel her. Te be aroused by her.She was starting to feel it now. Three shots of tequila was enough to get her plenty tipsy on account of how petite the red-headed medical professional was. She drank plenty, but she had never lost any sensitivity to her alcohol. She was a lightweight and it certainly came in handy during times like this. She was a much better dancer when she was drunk. Not to mention more open to certain raunchy ideas.When the dancing was done she followed Scott back to the bar and grinned at him when he ordered her another tequila. "The man's right. That's exactly what I'll have." She assured the bartender, but her eyes never left Scott's face as she sat near him, his hand on her bare thigh below the skirt of her little black dress. "That should probably be my last though unless you want this night to end with you calling my drunk ass a cab because I won't be capable of much other than sleeping or barfing." She chuckled, downing her shot as soon as it was delivered with the usual ritual.Drinking finished, Sam reached down and peeled Scotts hand off of here lap. "You should probably know I'm married." She said with a shrug. standing up from her stool. "But you should also know its a lacking marriage. Definitely not a good one. So if you can ignore it we can definitely make things work in both of our favors tonight. What do you say, Scotty baby?" She asked, cupping his chin in one hand and guiding him to look up at her.Sam thn made another move, perhaps even more bold than what Scott had done on the dancefloor by pressing his cock into her. Sam scrawled into the man's lap, letting her round, perky ass press into his erection as she leaned over the bar and grinned. Slowly she shifted her hips back and forth as Scott nursed his beer. HEr ass brushed back and forth across Scott's groin. She wanted to get him so hot and bothered that it wouldn't matter she had a husband. She wanted him to beg for her to come home with him despite tat. The beer came and he sipped it, but as she sat in his lap, and his manhood pressed directly against her, the beer wasn't worth keeping, so he took another long sip and set it down, handing his credit card to the bartender who seemed to understand that the two of them were likely in a rush to leave. He brought over the tab, and Scott signed the bill without even checking the total. Something else was clearly on his mind. His credit card found his wallet and Scott's hand found her back as he moved to whisper in her ear."I think we need to get going, if we keep moving the way we are, I'll fuck you right here on the stool," he said as he kissed and left a nibble on her ear. Leaning back, he ushered her off his lap softly and sweetly, lifting her up with ease and then setting her down so she was standing. Before long, he joined her and took her hand just as he had done as they left the dance floor, but this time they left the bar together.Outside was brisk. Fall was quickly turning in to Winter despite it still being September, and he made a noise of discomfort as they walked out to the city street. "I only live about four minutes down the road, we can walk, it'll hopefully warm us both up," he said as he released his hand from hers and put his arm around her, pulling her close as they walked. It was a bit awkward, but at least they were warmer than they'd have been just holding hands.He noticed along the walk that she was still cold, and considering he knew they were only about 30 seconds away from his apartment building, in one fell swoop he scooped her up in to his arms and leaned it to kiss her softly on the lips. Luckily he wasn't drunk enough to lose balance, and quickly after they were at his apartment door, which he awkwardly unlocked while she was in his arms and walked inside with her, welcoming her finally to the apartment that he'd aggressively cleaned earlier, knowing this was a possibility. Sam grinned up at Scott and politely crawled off of his lap, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Well. I’m excited to hear you plan on fucking me tonight. But I think it’s best that we don’t do it in a bar. It would be bad for business I think.” She gave a chuckle and took his hand willingly as they exited the establishment together: stepping out into the brisk air and causing Sam take a sharp breath. The dress she wore was form fitting and strapless. It wasn’t exactly the best choice for the weather, but Sam hadn’t exactly been planning on doing any walking today. Usually she would just take a cab home. Evidently she lived further from the hospital and Rudy’s than Scott did.She happily leaned into his arm in an attempt to keep her teeth from chattering and she gave a sheepish smile to him as they walked. “Thanks. I guess neither of us had the weather in mind when we got ready to come out tonight, huh?” She asked teasingly, motioning to the short sleeve shirt that Scott was wearing. “So please don’t try and make this some sort of a romantic walk. I’ll freeze my tits off and then I won’t have any tits. That’s no fun for anyone. You’d have two less things to grab onto later.” She laughed, pressing closer to him subconsciously as they continued to walk.Sam gasped when Scott suddenly scooped her up. Then, with tequila coursing through her veins, she laughed loudly: her voice echoing into the empty city streets. “God. I don’t think anyone had scooped me up since I was a teenager.” She exclaimed before Scott leaned in for a kiss. Her eyelashes fluttered closed and she kissed him back sweetly as he held her up. She leaned into his chest calmly for the remainder of the journey to his apartment, and giggled when he shifted her awkwardly to unlock his door.Once inside, Sam hopped down out of his arms and stepped deeper into the apartment. She smiled. It was nice. Definitely a bachelor pad based on the decor and condition, but nice nonetheless. She turned to him, standing several feet enough and definitely not drink enough to stumble. She reached up and grabbed her own breasts with a giggle. “So, uh, little secret. This dress doesn’t work right with a bra. And the weather outside has made my nipples almost as hard as your dick was earlier.” She smirked up at him, still clutching her chest. He truly couldn't believe his luck. This woman, a woman he'd had a crush on since the first time he saw her but was too nervous to ever say anything or give anything more than a soft smile in the coffee shop was finally stood in his apartment. Thoughts of her relationship status had gone out of the window when his second beer was finished, and now here they were both desperate for each other."Earlier?" He asked, smirking as he felt like teasing her just a bit more. "My dick is much harder than it was earlier, don't you worry about that," he laughed, stepping forward as his hands wrapped around her waist. He pulled her in and leaned down for a more passionate kiss this time, his lips opening hers as his tongue entered her mouth and tasted her tongue, hands roaming around her back, down to her ass and then up to her shoulders where he found a zip for the dress.Taking the zip in his thumb and forefinger, he pulled down, the zipper sound filling the room alongside their smacking lips as he reached the bottom of the zip and then pulled the dress apart as far as it would go. Finally breaking the kiss, he took a step back, a little out of breath as he surveyed her body, excited to finally see her naked."Take it off," he said gruffly, the beer, the kissing and the late night adding to his deeper vocal tones, reaching out to start peeling the dress from her body.Quickly, he let go, deciding to let her do the rest of the work at her pace, reaching down to unbuckle the belt of his jeans and slowly unbutton each of the five buttons before his jeans fell to the floor, revealing a large bulge in the black boxer briefs that were underneath them. "I told you it was harder," he smirked, winking at her. Sam was happy to receive the kiss, leaning into his frame as he prodded at her mouth and his hands began to wander. In turn, her own hands let go of her breasts, letting them hang naturally and press into his chest as her arms reached up to wrap around his shoulders. If he was paying enough attention, he might even be able to feel the buds of her hardened nipples pressing into his pectoral muscles. She pressed deeper into him as he unzipped her dress, giggling slightly at the way he demanded her to take it off."Alright, hotshot." She reassured him, pushing down the dress without much hesitation. They had already gotten this far. There was no point in chickening out now. Her breasts, although not huge in size, hung round and plump on her chest with no bra concealing them. She was toned and feminine through the midsection, and as eyes continued to travel down her black, simple thong came into view. Kicking off her shoes in the heap with her dress, Sam stepped closer and pressed her hand into Scotts chest, pushing him back towards the open door she could only assume was the bedroom wearing nothing but her panties.She didn't bother with the light. Only pushed him onto the bed and knelt down between his knees as he laid back. "Enough with the big talk. I'm for you to prove it." She chuckled, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. "I'm going to suck you off, Scoot. I hope you don't mind." She smirked, watching as she lowered his briefs down his hips and thighs until his erection sprung free.Sam took hold of his cock with ease and leaned forward, running her lips along his balls until she reached his shaft. Her tongue slipped between her lips and she ran it along the bottom side of his length, letting out a satisfied groan as she did so. One she reached the bulbous head, Sam's eyelashes fluttered as she looked up to find Scott's eyes. She made eye contact with the man as she carefully wrapped her lips around his cock and slid downwards to allow him to impale her mouth and throat.

Some R&R in HR (Arjayoh x Sketchyequine)

Is That You_ (Bliss_Pogue)

( yellow-orange rays of the fading sun were warm and comforting as they caressed her bare shoulders through the window of the city apartment, pale in contrast to the thin, navy blue night slip she was wearing. Her blonde hair was swept up in a loose bun, blue eyes framed by the crinkles that emerged when one smiled heavily. Smooth jazz filled the living room from the radio sitting in its corner, providing the rhythm to which she was swaying, accompanied by a man who was holding her too closely to be a mere friend. The carpet tickled the bottoms of her feet but the sensation was nothing compared to the electricity soon ignited by his lips on her forehead, her cheek, her jaw. He led her around in small circles, a hand cradling hers midair while the other rested on the small of her back. Something was glinting off her left hand, which was curled around the male's shoulder to keep him close. But she paid no mind to it; she had eyes only for the man's face, cloudy with affection and familiar with its every feature. She was so happy, so content. Then he leaned down to press his lips against hers, and from outside came an annoyingly loud honk-"Hey! Pay attention, lady!"Shira Whitman blinked her way out of her reverie, confused as to why she was currently sitting in her Honda Civic. The car behind her continued to abuse its horn, and it was then that she realized the light above had turned green. "Oh, shit," she muttered to herself. Pushing the memory of last night's dream to the back of her mind, the female swallowed the fuzzy feelings that had spawned within her stomach as she pressed her foot down on the gas, a little harder than she intended.Pulling into a parking space of her new office, she shut off the car and threw her head back against the headrest, eyes squeezed shut. It was a dream. Just a dream. But it all felt so real - she was half-surprised this morning when she woke up alone, in her own bedroom.Still, there was no way she could allow herself to keep thinking about the incredibly bewildering dream, as it would only distract her from the day's work. Not to mention it was totally inappropriate, since the man who had shown her so much love in her sleep had the same face as the man who sat at the desk across from hers.Why was Kent Baker lurking in her subconscious?She'd only moved into town last week, and had only known him a few days. It wasn't as if they had become more than acquaintances overnight; although strangely enough, she already felt very comfortable around him. Maybe a little too comfortable. But Shira had a good head, and knew that relationships in the workplace must remain professional. They were coworkers, yes, and the fact that they were both in the same field was bound to induce some competitiveness, regardless of how friendly or attractive he was. Or how invigorating and real his kisses felt...Shira exhaled harshly through her nostrils, a frown forming on her pale, pink lips. She promised herself that she wouldn't mention anything to him for fear of looking like a creep. Grabbing the strap of her purse, she swung it onto her shoulder as she opened the car door. Her fingers clamped around the coffee thermos in the cup holder before she exited the car, locked it, and threw the keys into the bag.A few nods of greeting and amiable smiles were exchanged as she made her way out of the elevator and through the maze of desks that comprised the office of the local newspaper. Moments later she finally stepped foot into her separated - but shared - office, more than relieved to be the first one there. Flicking on the lights, Shira clicked over to her desk in her black kitten heels, eyes warily scanning Baker's side of the room. She had a fairly well-trained poker face, but he was just as good a reader as she was, and she could only hope she would be able to hide her feelings well. Placing her mug and purse on the desk, she removed her tan trench coat and swung it over the back of her chair, shoulder length blonde hair a bright accent to the grey dress she wore.Slipping into her chair, the reporter tucked herself into her desk and glanced down at the notepads and prints littered across its surface, trying to remember what her agenda was for the day. It was only a few minutes afterwards that she heard the wiggling of the door knob, and for a second or two, Shira could have sworn her heart stopped. She could see the outline of his figure through the glass wall, chopped into lines by the blinds that covered it. Her expression must have looked similar to that of a deer caught in the headlights, but as the door opened, she immediately averted her gaze and rearranged her features.Pretending to clear her throat, she reached for her thermos as if the extra action would prove her innocence. Unstoppering the top, Shira allowed herself to take a look at Kent over the bottom of her mug as she took a sip, and was surprised and slightly horrified by the flush of emotions it brought on. Quickly gulping a bit of the warm liquid to avoid choking in horror, she set down the container and cleared her throat once more, her eyes dropping down as she busied herself with screwing back on the cap. "Morning," she said, feeling triumphant because her voice did not give her away. ( Baker stood at the window of his apartment, staring out at the street below as he sipped at his coffee cup, his blue eyes distant even as they seemed to be watching the streets below. Later, he would be able to recall everything, everything he saw or heard during this time, would willingly recall every detail of the busy morning bustle of the city... as long as you didn't ask what he was thinking about.It was one of Kent's more notable gifts, his memory, the ability to almost perfectly recreate a scene in his mind just by concentrating on it, all the small but important details locked there in his mind waiting to be catalogued. It was his best gift. And at times his worst curse. Because his memory wasn't selective. He would remember everything, whether it was an important detail for an article he was writing or the scattered images of a dream.And it was a dream that occupied his thoughts now, his eyes absently scanning and recording the busy Monday morning activities of his neighborhood, as his mind replayed the scenes that had filled his slumber.It was late afternoon, early evening, the amber rays of the sun filling the hallway as he hurried up the stairs. He wasn't quite running, but he was definitely moving faster than was normally considered dignified, a haste borne of eagerness rather than emergency. He'd been away for a few days, out of town taking delivery of a new shipment of goods, and he was eager to see her again. His hand reached up, taking off his hat as he knocked, the door opening almost instantly. A smile crossed his face as he saw her, that familiar tug in his chest that happened whenever he was with her. "I'm back," he told her needlessly as he stepped into the room, tossing his hat carelessly onto a chair as he reached for her, feeling her slender body beneath the silky blue night slip. Here Kent lost the dream slightly, maybe he'd been disturbed in his sleep, a dog barking or a car alarm going off nearly rousing him to full consciousness. The next images he could recall was later, the apartment dark, the only light the cold white beams of the moon streaming in the window. He lay there in bed, his head propped up on the big headboard, an unlit cigarette between his lips as he looked over at her, watching her sleep, his eyes running down over her bare arms and shoulder as she shifted slightly, curling down into the soft sheets. He had to go away again tomorrow, another delivery was coming in upstate and he had to be there. He'd leave first thing in the morning. His eyes drifted off of her, towards the shoulder holster and pistol slung on the back of the chair beside the bed, a feeling of dread washing over him. A small sleepy sound escaped her, drawing his attention away from the gun, the dread fading as he focused once more on her. He'd have to leave tomorrow but at least they had tonight, he thought, tossing the cigarette away as he shifted down beside her, cuddling up against her as his hand drifted down beneath the soft sheets. And that was when the alarm had gone off, the claxon ringing in his ear causing him to bolt upright in bed, the dream half forgotten in those first moments of waking. It was only after he'd poured his coffee that the first faint images had begun to return, leading him to be standing in front of the window, focused on recalling every detail, every moment of the dream. It wasn't that it was an odd or troubling dream, that wasn't the reason Kent was trying to remember it. It was because who the woman was and why she was appearing in his dreams. He wanted to know why Shira Whitman was featuring so prominently in his subconscious.True, she was attractive, friendly and outgoing. There had been an almost instant connection between them, a connection that Kent couldn't really define as he sipped at his coffee, but nothing that would warrant her creeping into his dreams. Kent had to admit that he had indulged in one or two erotic fantasies regarding Shira after first meeting her, but that didn't explain the dream, it had just seemed too real, more like a memory.Glancing at the clock, Kent swore softly, pulling his mind back to reality as he realized that he was going to be late. Not that it really mattered, as the senior investigative reporter at the paper he could pretty much make his own schedule, but he always made it a point of being the first one in the office. It was a tradition dating back to his first years as a reporter, a habit that he rarely broke. Draining his cup in two big gulps, Kent headed into the bathroom to shower and get dressed for the office.Half an hour later, Kent was walking up the sidewalk, noting that Shira's small Honda civic was already parked in the staff lot, a slight frown creasing his face as he knew she'd beaten him into work. It wasn't that he was really competitive, well, he was, but usually only with regards to getting a story, to being the first to dig up the facts. It was more the breaking of tradition, he'd always been the first person in the office, already at his desk and working as the others straggled in. It had been something of an unspoken, unknown race. A race that he'd lost today to Shira. Well, if he was going to lose to anyone, he was slightly relieved that it was her.Kent paused as he stepped into the office, stopping for a second as he regarded Shira at her desk, wondering if it was just his imagination or did he feel a faint hint of that visceral pull from his dream, the soft pleasant tug in his chest at the sight of her. "Good morning," he greeted her with a smile, hoping that his expression didn't reveal the true delight he felt at seeing her, the strange conflicting emotions welling up inside him as she took a sip of her coffee. As he shrugged out of his black Ike jacket, hanging it on the back of his chair, Kent wondered if he'd seen a flicker of the same emotions mirrored in Shira's eyes just now or if he'd imagined it. "How are you?" He asked, trying to keep his voice steady and casual as he settled into his desk, turning his mind towards the work before him. Shira couldn't help but look up at the sound of his voice, somehow already so familiar with it that she was almost soothed to hear it. Again, she let her gaze roam over his face, over the smile that seemed a bit more eager than usual. To anyone else, that would have been dismissed. But the woman, who wouldn't deny that she was perhaps still filled with infatuation from the dream, latched onto the tiny cue as if he'd given her a present. Like some school girl fawning over a crush, she allowed her lips to form a big grin in response, her eyes crinkling the exact same way they'd done in the dream.Realizing that she probably looked like an idiot, she immediately lifted a hand to her mouth, using her thumb and forefinger to wipe off the excess liquid from its corners as they formed a line.Stop it,she chided herself, letting her eyes slip away from him. It was strange how easily the man could elicit a smile from her when most would have found it hard to do so. The fact that he was able to do it without even meaning to both excited and scared the reporter, who was normally very much in control of herself.Turning in her chair to face her computer while he placed his jacket behind his chair, Shira began lightly chewing on the inside of her cheek out of habit, already anticipating what a long day it might be. She tapped the Enter key on the board with a finger to wake the machine while the digits of the other hand drummed lightly on top of the notepads. Usually she wouldn't have allowed herself to show any of the quirks that appeared when she became anxious, but she had a strange feeling that Kent wasn't in any position to judge her today. It might have just been her imagination, but she did sense some of her hesitation in his demeanor as well. Either something was bothering him, too, or he might just be a little peeved. She had, in fact, beaten him into the office that morning; and though she hadn't been there long, it didn't take much to know Baker had a reputation to uphold.At his inquiry, Shira almost chuckled breathily. How could she explain the inner conflict of wanting to close the space between them and test the validity of her dream but knowing it would be very unprofessional of her? She didn't even understand it herself! A million and one answers to the question could have tumbled out of her mouth then and there, but luckily she had enough sense to keep quiet. She logged into the system before answering, giving herself enough time to sift through her thoughts before answering. Shira knew telling him she was merely 'fine' would arouse suspicions, as it appeared men nowadays knew all about that funny little word women used to imply something was wrong. Instead, she decided to be truthful - to an extent."Well... I burnt my coffee and held up a green light on the way to work this morning," Shira answered, a half-smile creeping onto her lips as she shook her head to herself. "I think I may be a little off today." Almost as if he was a magnet for her eyes, once again she found herself looking at him, watching to see what his reaction might be. "Maybe I'm not so used to this place yet, after all," she added as an after thought, before casually leaning her elbow onto the desk and cradling her cheek in her hand. The gesture totally disregarded the facade she was attempting to construct, but it didn't matter so much. "How are you?" Kent turned his chair away from her slightly, so that he wasn’t facing her but regarding her obliquely, tapping at his keyboard as he tried not to stare at her, his curiosity piqued by the broad grin that had crossed her face as he’d entered the office. It was probably just his imagination, he thought as his computer whirred to life, wishful thinking left over from the dream last night, but he could have sworn she was just as eager to see him as he had been to see her this morning.As the monitor came to life in front of him, Kent watched Shira out of the corner of his eye, noting how her fingers drummed on her notebooks, how it seemed that she was chewing on the inside of her cheek. He wondered how he knew these signs, knew she was anxious about something… How could he read her body language so well for only knowing her a few days? It felt as if he’d known her for years, that he was intimately familiar with her body language and quirks, but how could that be? Maybe he just wanted to know her that well, to be able to read her expression that easily. Was he such an open book to her? Kent wondered as he waited for her reply to his question.He sensed a hesitation, a pause as she logged into the computer system, as if she were deciding what to say to him, how to answer him. It had been a simple polite question, not one that should have warranted so much thought… unless there was something there. Kent’s reporter’s instinct was instantly on alert as he waited for Shira to speak. He’d always been able to sense when people were hiding something, it had been one of the things that had driven him into investigative reporting, and now that sense and all his attention was focused on his attractive colleague across the desk from him.“Damn, bad morning,” Kent tsked as Shira recounted her day so far, sensing that there was something behind her words, something that had caused the series of misfortunes, something that she wasn’t telling, something she wouldn’t reveal to him. Even as he knew she was hiding something from him, he noted how she leaned forward towards him, her gaze fixed on him… Was there an interest there? Or did he just want there to be? He’d always strove to keep all of his relationships completely professional, to never miss business with pleasure, but then again, none of his colleagues had ever looked like Shira, had ever elicited such interest.“I’m… fine,” he assured her, knowing that the vagueness of his answer would probably pique her interest even more, finding himself wanting her to show more curiosity in him. He wanted to test what he sensed, wanted to prove that it wasn’t just his imagination, wasn’t just wishful thinking. “I’m a little off myself this morning,” he confided, still watching her carefully from the corner of his eye, the image of her naked back and shoulder from the dream flickering through his mind. “I had… interesting dreams last night,” he admitted to her, knowing that he’d never reveal all of the details to her.“What’s on the agenda for today?” He asked suddenly, changing the subject as he wanted to avoid discussing his dreams in too much detail, knowing that the more he recalled, the more he focused on the intimate details, the harder it would be to keep his reaction hidden from Shira. "I'm... fine," he replied, and immediately Shira's attention sharpened. A flicker of momentary confusion crossed her face, though she hid it by peeling her gaze from her colleague and turning to face the screen of her computer. As people who's job it was to detect implications behind words, both of them knew the gravity the phrase had. Kent had to be well aware that by saying it, he would be putting Shira on guard, as it was in her nature as an investigative reporter to question things such as that. Surely he knew he was hinting that there was something bothering him. It was for that very reason that she hadn't said it herself. Then why would he do it? He, who had probably encountered the phrase as many times as she'd used it before she got into the field. Maybe he was purposely trying to keep her curiosity - but why?Or perhaps he really was just 'fine'. Was Shira reading too much into things?Damned dream,she thought frustratedly to herself, her eyes slipping closed for a moment or two as she listened to Baker continue on. Unfortunately for her, the sound of his voice and the darkness of her closed lids seemed to remind her, pulling her back into the moonlit bed, back into his warm arms. The reporter's eyes flew open again, reluctant to return in front the very person who had been holding her. A soft, almost nervous chuckle escaped her lips, and she was thankful that it passed off as a mere response to his comment about his state of being.Then suddenly Kent voiced what she had been thinking all morning, and Shira froze in the middle of reaching back for her mug. Did he really just say that? The woman was not one to believe in coincidences, and the fact that the man of her dreams was admitting that he too had a strange night was nothing short of a beacon for her. Her mind instantly flew to conclusions, wondering who and what and how and why and whether it was possible. There was no way this was a matter of coincidence. She felt it strongly in her core; or was that hope?Finally gripping the mug around it's body, her eyes once again found the male's profile, big and hesitant. But if he were to look at her, he wouldn't be able to miss the sliver of excitement creeping into her features. She brought the coffee up to her face, its rim resting on her lower lip, but Shira made no move to open the cap. Inside, the battle over whether or not to reply with her own admission had begun. Before she could open her mouth to react, however, Kent changed the subject.To say that she wasn't a tiny bit disappointed would have been a lie, but she knew he was just saving them from an awkward conversation. Personal dreams were obviously not something one usually talked about in the workplace. But she kept an inconspicuous watch on him using her peripherals as she used her free hand to navigate the desktop mouse. "Um..." A click, and then their calendar popped up onto her screen. "We have a 'meeting' today, later tonight," she read as she pushed the sliding cover of the container back and took a sip. It was as if the warm liquid was calming her, keeping her from spewing out details of her own interesting dream. "With that bar owner from downtown... Who is supposedly selling prostitutes from the basement." Shira couldn't help but scoff under her breath, a little smirk tugging the corner of her mouth upwards as she took another sip from her mug. In the midst of her nightly tryst, she had forgotten all about the case. Kent watched her out of the corner of his eye, observing her slyly as he assured her he was fine. He wasn’t sure what response he was hoping for, what signs he was looking for, but he only knew that he was to be disappointed… She barely reacted, her eyes perhaps looking at him a bit more intently, but that could have been a trick of the light. He knew she wouldn’t lean across the desk, prop her chin up on her desk and enquire exactly why he was off this morning… but part of him was disappointed that she didn’t.She’s probably not that interested in why you’re a little off or care about your dreams, Kent assured himself, wondering what he would have told her if she asked about the dream. Could he tell her the truth, even part of the truth, without revealing that she’d figured prominently, and erotically, in the dreams that had spoiled his morning? That would be an awkward conversation after only a short while working together.Kent hit a few keys on his own computer, making it seem like he was checking his own calendar as he watched Shira out of the corner of his eye. Was that really excitement that he read in her face, or was it just his imagination? It was excitement, Kent realized as he watched her pick up her coffee, bringing it to her mouth as if to drink but holding it there… she always did that when she was excited! Didn’t she? How would he know? Images flooded through his mind, a golden vignette of Shira, her hair styled differently, a white bridal veil surrounding her face, a flute of champagne in her hand, a simple golden band on her finger, her eyes filled with excitement and pleasure shining at him as she lifted the flute to her lips, holding it there for several seconds as she regarded him… That had been their wedding day, Kent thought with a warm recollection even as his eyes dropped down to her hand, knowing that he wouldn’t see the band, or even the mark of the ring there. It hadn’t happened; it was just another part of the dream…“Right, the illegal immigrants being sold into white slavery,” he nodded as Shira reminded him of their appointment at noon. “Ever wonder how someone gets into smuggling?” He asked, part of him already knowing the answer, dim memories of the past haunting the back of his mind, the best routes to bring a shipment in without the Prohibition agents… Prohibition agents?! He really needed to put that dream behind him, Kent frowned, shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts.“Why don’t we head down there a little early, maybe scope out the place a little before we introduce ourselves to this contact?” Kent suggested, suddenly anxious to have something else to do, something else to focus on than his new attractive colleague across the desk from him. Maybe if he was out in the field, out investigating, she wouldn’t dominate his thoughts so much and he could put the memories of that dream behind him. “Maybe go in separately and see what we can see… Can we take your car?” He asked with a self deprecating shrug, his apartment was so close that he never drove to work, always walked and thus had to rely on other people for transportation throughout the day.Luther’s Tavern was a dive, and that was being generous. The single story building was located at the end of a street, empty lots flanking it as if the other buildings were giving it plenty of leeway, like they didn’t want to get too close. “Inviting, isn’t it?” Kent laughed as he regarded the grey asphalt shingled building, the large windows painted mostly black, only enough clear glass left for the flashing neon beer signs. “I’ll go in first… see if anyone offers to sell me a woman,” he joked, wondering if this place was really as low-rent as it appeared at first glance or whether it was a cover for a much more lucrative operation. “Give me about ten… fifteen minutes,” he suggested as he moved towards the tavern.The interior of the bar was even shabbier than the exterior, a fact that even the dimmed lights couldn’t hide. The lights were so low as to be almost pitch black, the ambient light from the neon Schaeffer sign in the window being the primary light source. There were a few dedicated drinkers in place despite the early hour, two men sitting at opposite ends of the rickety bar, both of them bowed over their drinks, neither even looking up as Kent entered. “I’ll have a scotch,” Kent said at the bartender’s inquisitive glance as he moved to take a seat at a table in the corner. He’d chosen the seat a good distance away from the bar for two reasons. It gave him a complete view of the interior of the tavern and if anyone approached him, they’d have to have a reason to do it. “Thanks,” Kent nodded, putting a twenty down on the table as the bartender delivered his drink, a sentiment that immediately regretted as he sipped at the harsh, turpentine like liquid that they called scotch at Luther’s tavern. Shira could see his eyes drop down to rest fleetingly on her hand, as if searching for something there, and for a moment, she actually believed she would find that certain something glinting up at her from her finger when she glanced down. Of course, it wasn't really there; just a shadow of it, as dreams sometimes tend to leave. Again, the woman tried not to jump to conclusions, but the simmering excitement growing in the pit of her stomach was making it increasingly hard to do so. Still, she knew she would try and keep herself quite about the dreams until he brought them up again, not wanting to scare or freak him out by pressing on the subject he so obviously wanted to avoid by quickly changing it.An eyebrow cocked at his question, though it wasn't so much from surprise as it was from dislike of hearing it. It was as if she somehow knew he was going to bring 'smuggling' up, and for some reason, she was very much opposed to the notion of him having knowledge of the topic. Uncomfortable would be the word to describe her disposition as she shifted in her seat, placing the mug back onto her desk and cupping both hands around it as she looked over to Kent with an almost concerned expression. "Smuggling? No, I don't know how someone would get into it," she replied, then in a lower voice, automatically added, "But I do know it's a hell of a lot of trouble."Her face lit up at the mention of heading out early, meaning that she wouldn't have to be couped up in the small office alone with this man. It was unexpected proposition, but maybe Kent was thinking the same thing she was. "Oh, uh... Yeah, sure. No problem." Shira was almost too eager in the way that she pushed herself out from under the desk and stood up from the chair, before remembering that she needed the address and plopping back down again.Deep breaths, calm down,she commanded herself as she clicked around on the computer, eyebrows furrowed in concentration even though all she was doing was pulling up a file. Jotting the number and street name down on a Post-It, she tore the sticky from the pad, swung on her jacket and collected her things, then scurried out the door before Kent could get to it.The car pulled into the parking lot of the incredibly shabby bar about fifteen minutes later, its engine shutting off with a flick of the wrist. It was quite visibly dingy and had a sketchy atmosphere surrounding it, especially with the other nearby buildings looking presentable and neat compared to this mess. Shira scrunched up her nose as she regarded the place, coming to a stop behind Kent's shoulder. She laughed at his quip, murmuring "Oh, very," in reply as she cupped a hand over her eyes to shield them from the sun. "I'll go in first... See if anyone offers to sell me a woman," he said, and although Shira knew it was a joke, an inexplicable flicker of anger curled through her at the idea. She forced out a couple of chuckles so as not to make the scene awkward, and nodded her head in agreement, though her gaze had floated downwards slightly. "Right," she mumbled, taking a few steps back as her partner proceeded towards the entrance. Then, as a last minute tease, she called out, "Be careful what you touch in there!"The male disappeared into the tavern and Shira was left to her own devices. For a few moments she merely stood there, watching the doorway intently as if hoping Kent would come right back out, apologize for leaving her behind, and take her into the place as if she were some trophy for the others inside to behold. Upon realizing that she probably looked strange just waiting alone in the lot, the reporter made up her mind and decided to talk a walk around the perimeter of the bar to see if there was anything of interest.At the back of the building was a lone doorway, surrounded by spray-painted graffiti and garbage cans. Curiosity getting the better of her, Shira slowed her stride, coming to a halt just in front of the metal entrance. Closer inspection would show her that there was some sort of rectangular slit in the door, just at eye-level. Already feeling the adrenaline that only a reporter's find could induce, the female reached out a hand towards the knob, but before she could wrap her hand around it, someone called to her from behind. "Hey!" A jolt of surprise ran down her spine and she immediately turned around, but not without having slid a finger along the keyhole and memorizing its shape, a habit of hers. "You uh, you need something?"It was a male, disheveled and gruff in appearance, though he wasn't unattractive. He looked at her suspiciously as he came to a rest beside her, glancing from the door then back to her. Shira placed both hands in her pockets, one of which was hiding her trusty Swiss Army knife. She clamped her hand around it as the male's eyes slithered up and down her figure, sizing her up, perhaps stripping her down. "Oh, ah, sorry. I'm supposed to be meeting a friend here today, and thought it would be fun to surprise him by coming in from the back," she lied smoothly, her shoulders haunching up around her face as she delivered an innocent and sheepish grin. "Guess I'll just head back to the front. Sorry for the trouble." Flashing him a bigger smile, Shira swung around and began walking towards the entrance, her pace slow and steady and non-threatening.Thankfully the man hadn't chased after her, and she entered the tavern a few minutes later, taking a moment to let her eyes adjust. The inside was just as, maybe even more, awful than the outside. It smelled of beer and body odor, as if the scent was permanently a part of the wood that made the walls. She spotted Kent in the corner of the room and strode over to him, hands in her pocket until she slipped herself into the seat and refused the bartender her order. Without even a greeting, she locked eyes with him as she un-shouldered her jacket to give her something to do. "There's a door in the back," she said in a low voice, pausing to catch her breath before continuing. "With a slit in it and everything. There was also a man who caught me, so just a head's up." Then she smiled at him, as if what she'd said was just funny. "Probably thought I wanted a job, or something." Kent sat at his table, the drink untouched after the first sip, watching the two drunks at either end of the bar, mentally betting on which one would reach for his drink first, the one on the left taking the lead after two swallows in under thirty seconds. The one on the right was either not the competitive sort or already dead drunk.Kent hadn’t seen any suspicious movements, any sort of activity, anyanythingsince he’d came in. The biggest change since his arrival was in the frequency that the bartender glanced in his direction to see if he might need a refill. With the quality of the scotch they served, it’d be a long time before Kent needed a new drink. He wasn’t sure he could force the one he’d already paid for down his gullet, or even that he’d want to in the first place.He was just about to give up, to admit that coming here, while a good excuse to get out of the office, to avoid talking about his dreams and the prominent role his new partner played in them, that the trip across town an hour or two early had been a waste of time when Shira came bustling in. He was watching her from the moment the door opened, somehow knowing it was her coming in, his eyes picking her out as she stood there in the doorway, silhouetted by the bright sunlight outside. How did he know it was going to be her? Or had he really known rather than just hoped?“Wise choice,” Kent noted as she refused the bartender her order as she slipped into the seat beside him, his hand pushing the vile scotch a bit further away from him as he leaned closer to her. He could see the excitement in her eyes as their gazes locked, Kent feeling something deep inside him click as they looked into each other’s eyes. It was like there was a connection, a link between the two of them that made it hard for Kent to focus on what she was saying at first, his mind completely enveloped in just her presence.“A door,” he repeated after a few seconds, his brows knitting slightly as he processed the information, “with a view slit and everything. Hmm,” he mused, wondering how they could get in there, if there was some way to sneak in and take a look around. “A man?” He asked, a bit harsher than he’d intended, a frown creasing his face at thought of some stranger accosting Shira. Her comment about being mistaken for a potential employee only caused his frown to deepen, the sudden surge of jealousy washing through him surprising Kent with its intensity.Easy there, he chided himself mentally, forcing the protective urges down, you’ve got no claim on her. She’s not yours,he reminded himself, wondering as he did why that thought seemed to trouble him so, why it felt so false.“What did he look like?” Kent asked her intently, “where’d he come from? Inside the basement or from somewhere outside?” His interrogation was interrupted as the door of the bar opened once more. Kent glanced up to see a disheveled and gruff man standing framed in the doorway, reduced to a dark silhouette by the bright morning sun outside. The man stood there for a few seconds, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the small interior until his vision had adjusted to the darkness, his eyes coming to rest on the table Kent and Shira were sharing. “Is that him?” Kent asked her in a soft whisper, his eyes watching the man at the door carefully. She noticed the few second's delay it had taken him to reply to her, but she didn't bring it up. Shira was still paranoid that it was just her newly-found hypersensitivity to the guy, who seemed just as tuned into her. It would be a lie to say that she didn't like it, though. She rather enjoyed the way he seemed to pay attention to her slightest movements, maybe anticipating them, the way he seemed very content simply sitting across from her in that shitty tavern.A little, unintended grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as he repeated the two syllables, slightly harsher than she knew he'd wanted to. The woman couldn't help but be flattered, although they both knew there was no threat. He was being silly and protective, as usual. As usual? Shira focused back to present time, her blue orbs grazing over Kent's frown and mirroring it with one of her own. Half of her was busy reprimanding herself for the relapse while the other half was feeling a bit guilty for having caused the frown with the information she'd presented.Just as she'd opened her mouth to answer his questions, the loud creaking of the entrance door opened once again, and there stood her stranger, distinguishable even as a dark silhouette. Shira took a sharp inhale of surprise before immediately turning her attention back to her partner, knowing the male would do a sweep of the place and recognize her. Of course he was coming into the bar, too; why else would he have asked if she needed something back there? Not wanting to look too conspicuous, the reporter reached back with a hand and took down her hair from its bun, letting her blonde tresses fall over her shoulders. She knew he would recognize her anyway, but it was worth a shot."Yes, that's him," Shira murmured in reply, watching out of the corner of her eye as the tall male left the door to stride over to the bar, where he exchanged a couple of words with the bartender. As her back was towards the counter, she couldn't see, but both the tender and the gruff man were glancing towards their table. "I didn't really see where he came from," she continued, her voice still in a low murmur, "But he didn't come from the basement. He was definitely going down there, though. There's no other reason to be behind the building."Although she couldn't see him, Shira could hear the heavy footsteps coming up behind her. Her body tensed up slightly, and once again, her eyes searched for Kent's, but her partner was busy watching the male that had come to a stop beside their table. "Looks like you found your friend alright?" The female looked up and feigned bewilderment at having run into him a second time. Her award-winning smile found its way onto her face again as she nodded her head in confirmation, one hand pushing the hair back behind her ears. "Oh, ah, yeah, heh. Sorry again, about earlier. Was in the mood to be spontaneous, I gu-""Aw, no, no. Don't worry about it," he said, waving a hand in dismissal. "We've just been having a lot of trouble with people breaking into our storage room back there. Just didn't want it to happen again." Shira nodded her head in understanding, then as if she was expecting the conversation to have been over, let her gaze slide back to Kent. But the male wasn't finished. He glanced down at the table and noticed only one cup. "No drink for the lady?" he asked, to which she responded with a polite no. "So, you come into a tavern, and not have a drink?" The question itself seemed to drip with suspicion, but the male looked genuine enough. After a second of tension, he placed a hand on the back of Shira's chair and leaned in towards her a bit, as if trying to work some charm. "Come on, it's on me." Kent watched the tall man as he moved to the bar, speaking softly to the bartender, the two of them close together in a brief conference, both of the men glancing repeatedly towards the table he was sharing with Shira. He gave her a small half smile as she reached up to undo her hair, hoping that the small change would make her less obvious… although the fact that there were only four customers in the place and she was the only woman didn’t help her chances of going unnoticed.“So there’s something down there,” Kent nodded as she told him about the man and his original destination, his eyes only darting briefly to his partner before returning to the two men at the bar. “We’ll have to find a way down there,” he added, wondering how they would manage that feat now that this man and the bartender were alerted to their presence. “Maybe later tonight,” he suggested, watching the man slowly straighten up from the bar and cross the floor towards their table. Kent sensed Shira tense up, wanted to give her a reassuring smile, let her know it was going to be alright, but the man was at their table too quickly. Anything he did or said would have been evident to this disheveled looking man. Kent put on his most innocuous expression, seeming to watch with detached interest as the man stopped by Shira’s side.Kent was worried, not only because their investigation might be compromised, not just because they might be in some danger, but he was also worried at the small blossom of anger he felt bloom in his chest as Shira smiled up at this man.She shouldn’t be smiling for anybody but me,the irrational thought scampered across his mind, his grip on the glass of vile scotch tightening. Why was he suddenly jealous, he had no claim on her, never had…It’d been a simple comment, a drunken phrase meant as a compliment, but it had angered him. His temper flaring as he turned, swinging the bottle high and hard over his head, feeling the jolt of impact running up his arm as it connected with the rummy’s head. A second later, he felt something connect with the side of his head, his vision blurring for a second before he managed to turn, dodging the next punch from the drunk’s friend. This was the last time he’d bring her here, the last time he’d subject her, his wife, to this sort of behavior…“The lady said no,” Kent told the disheveled man pointedly, his voice seeming cold and distant to his own ears as he felt that anger, that remembered jealousy, wash through him. Had that been part of the dream last night? Or was that something else? It didn’t fit into the main scene he remembered, the hotel room, the dancing… was it another dream that he’d forgotten? Pushing those thoughts aside, Kent looked up at the tall gruff looking man as he bent over Shira’s chair, obviously trying his rough hewn charm on her. “If anyone’s buying my…” Kent paused, wondering why he’d almost said wife, “my friend a drink, it’ll be me,” he assured the man challengingly. He knew this wasn’t the best way to extricate themselves from this situation. The rational course would have been to let the man buy Shira a drink, to let him think he was charming her, and then make excuses for them to leave. But for some reason, Kent couldn’t be rational. Hopefully this doesn’t end in violence, he thought, somehow knowing that if it did, he’d give as good as he got. "The lady said no."She froze in the middle of shaking her head as the male's advance was interrupted by her partner. Both she and her new acquaintance turned to look at him; on her face an expression of confused gratitude, and on his, slight surprise. Was it imagined, or was there a coldness in his tone that seemed all too familiar to her? Like... jealousy? The emotion seemed too present to be an accident. Maybe it was just an act, put on to shoo away their intruder, but somehow she knew it was genuine. Or maybe her wishful thinking was simply in overdrive after last night.Regardless, Shira felt an unexplained urge to reach out to Kent, to squeeze his hand comfortingly, soothe him in the way that she knew only she could.He didn't mean anything by it,she could say.He was just trying to be friendly.Then, out of nowhere, there was the sound of a glass bottle making contact with a solid surface, though it sounded very faint, almost like a distant ringing in her ears. With furrowed eyebrows, she took a moment to glance around her, confused as to where the noise had come from after seeing that no one had smashed anything. Clearing her throat, the reporter bit down on the small frown she hadn't noticed forming on her face as she returned her attention to the situation at hand.Almost instantly Shira's eyes flickered over to Kent's face at his hesitation, her eyes wide with what could have been expectation. In the few quick moments of silence, she found herself slightly irked that he didn't just spit it out, didn't just directly tell this man to leave his wife alone. ...Wife? Her gaze dropped in embarrassment as he continued his sentence, feeling the burn of a blush coming onto her cheeks at the thought. It didn't help any that there grew a little knot of disappointment in her stomach when he'd called her a 'friend' - which was what they were. Right?The female shivered in her seat, shaking off the thoughts that just seem to keep coming back as the gruff male straightened himself back up, his eyebrow cocked as he looked at her partner. She may have been distracted, but there was no way to have missed the tension that seemed to have invaded the air between the two males. The stranger merely stood, looking down at Kent where he was seated as if he were sizing him up. The silence lasted for another minute or two, before he finally shrugged his shoulders, presenting his hands palm up like he was surrendering. "Alright. Was just trying to be a good host," he mumbled, though his eyes slid back to Shira and for a moment, it looked as if he were going to wink at her. Instead, he took a step back, bowing away from their table as he said, "Well, hey, if you two change your minds, I'll be at the bar."Before he fully took off, however, he seemed to pause, his expression thoughtful as he once again shifted his focus onto Kent. The man took a step forward, leaning down so that his murmur would only be heard by him. "And uh, if your... 'friend' decides to leave early, and you've got time to kill, come get me. I know someone who kind of looks like her; She won't refuse you like this gal." Then, with a light scoff and what seemed like a playful cuff on the shoulder, he strode away, leaving Shira's curiosity at a peak as she leaned in towards her companion. "What did he say?" she asked urgently, and it was apparent in her tone that she was a little offended that he hadn't included her in his secret.

Is That You_ (Bliss_Pogue)

Dirty Dungeoneering IC Thread (Underdark DnD 5e)

DIRTY DUNGEONEERING IN-CHARACTER THREAD( Interest Thread ( Thread (#msg14211657) Character Repository (#msg14211661)The motley band of adventurers assembled at the ruined fortress of Dol Enor, a known entrance to the Deep Wastes, one of the main domains of the Underdark. The fortress was in the Earthfast Mountains in the heart of Faerun, and was completely in ruins. The cold mountainous winds howled through its battered and degraded archways, and almost all sound was lost to the breeze.( was an uneasy stillness in this place, one which was not lost on the adventurers as they approached. Though the subtle hostility of this place was lessened when they spotted the red banners of Raven’s Bluff fluttering in the wind as they stood tall over the ruins. Lord Mayor O’Kane had been truthful when he said his soldiers controlled the fortress. He had said that they were the bastion which held the safety of the surface in their hands, veterans proven in combat and more than willing to undertake the dangerous task of stemming the tide of Underdark beasts.The guardsmen standing post at a rag-tag portcullis erected between a shambled wall half made of the fort’s old stone and logs hefted in by the Lord Mayor’s men hailed the party, and the courtier dispatched to escort the adventurers answered.“We come at the behest of Lord Mayor Charles Oliver O’Kane. I am Jacques Kiefland, and I bring with me a party of adventurers assembled to delve into the caverns below and reclaim lost treasures in the name of our liege. I bare with me the papers that will verify our task and permission for passage into these restricted lands”.Jacques handed over his papers and the guards gave them a quick seemingly uncaring once-over before motioning for him to carry on. They cast interested glances on the adventurers as they passed through the gate. The party was walked through the ruins. Makeshift fortifications and tents huddled in the shelter of ruined arches and tall columns dotted about the shoddy campground. Armoured soldiers chatted quietly away, though fell quiet as the party passed by.Some played dice quietly, some cards, and the others simply stood guard silently. At first glance there looked to be in between thirty and forty soldiers here.The guards lead the party through a final set of barricades, within the confines of which are three smaller tents, with one large tent which could house at least ten people sitting at the back. A fire seemed to burn away warmly from within.There was a woman in splintmail here who eyed the party carefully as the guards ushered them into the tent. She followed them in and stood off to the side and behind them. Before them was a strapping young man ( with neatly tended hair and a groomed beard. He wore a plain white shirt and trousers, basking in the heat of the fireplace at the end of the tent, the smoke rising and escaping through some small ventilation holes woven into the tent’s fabric.“Greetings, I am Sir Kale. I am the commander of the forces stationed here,” he stroked his beard as he peered up from the papers at his desk. Jacques quickly handed him a piece of parchment, the knight reading over it intently.A grim frown curled over his lips for a moment, before being dismissed, “You are here to delve into Dustmarch. I see,” he looked the diverse party over, an intrigued look sliding over his face as he looked upon the Dragonborn.“Very well, in what field do you each specialise in? What are your abilities?” he asked calmly.What you knowYour characters have travelled from Raven’s Bluff after being enlisted by Lord Mayor Oliver O’Kane. You each have your own reasons for offering yourself for the task. You were dispatched with a courtier named Jacques as your guide. The trip was uneventful, and as you ascended into the mountains it got colder and colder. The environment you are in is cold, bitter, windy and overall unpleasant.Your characters have only known each other for as long as the short journey up into the mountains. They may have a general idea about their companion’s attitudes, but specifics are not known to them. Unless you’ve organized with another player to have known their character from prior interaction. You only know that you are to delve into an Underdark ruin known as Dustmarch, the specifics of how you will get there and infiltrate it are to be divulged to you by the commander at the ruins. You will be given a reward upon returning, as well as a cut of your findings.OOC NOTEI’m using this sort of introductory part of the prologue as a bit of a check-in to make sure everyone’s here and ready to play. All you really have to do is introduce your character, feel free to give a snippet of how your character got into this situation if you like. The main purpose of this initial segment will be to get everyone to ‘check-in’. ( (#msg14212215)As the group traveled through the camp Tahrun couldn't help but notice the whispers of casual conversation ceased as they passed. He suspected it was his presence that silenced them, but he hoped otherwise. He felt that some soldiers let their glances linger on him for longer than they perhaps should, but he was used to this sort of treatment. The group entered Sir Kale's tent and he introduced himself. He confirmed the group's intention to venture into Dustmarch and asked everyone to introduce themselves. Spotting the commander's intrigued look Tahrun supposed he should make sure he was first to introduce himself. He found it was usually easiest if he explained himself as soon as possible."Greetings Sir Kale. I am Tahrun Daardenkar. Skilled axeman and soother of souls. It is a pleasure to meet you." He pointed to the viol case strapped to his back as explanation while he spoke. ( “Ragsy” Stoutbrew “Rag Stoutbrew! Well met!” The hunter volunteered cheerfully. She lifted her hand as if to salute but thinking better of it, offered a polite “hail”. Her right arm was covered in knotted bracelets fashioned of string and adorned with assorted trinkets. A polished bit of quartz, a single tiny link of bright silver chainmail, a pressed and stitched leather rose, a Viol peg, a tiny wooden figurine, etc. it looked like someone had raided the bottom of a poor child’s toy chest and gifted the contents to the archer. The simplest explanations are most often the right ones, as that was exactly how she had managed to get the dozens upon dozens of bracelets on her shooting arm.Her garb was plain and simply made but at least the tanner was apparently somewhat talented based on the uniform stain across the hide and the pliability of the leather as it hugged her form, “Please call me Ragsy! I am a hunter and tanner by trade, so... I suppose my skills mostly lay with my soft step and my bow. I can take out a crow’s eye from 600 ft and crack through a moose’s skull at the same distance, no matter how well the trees keep him hid. I do not boast to patch my fragile bearing, but rather state the facts of my experience. I am also not too bad with a blade if it comes down to it, as I am a tanner after all... but I prefer my prey at a distance. And predators kept still further back than that!”Ragsy laughed softly at her own joke, as if she wasn’t sure anyone else would. She certainly had the build of a lifelong archer, her back sinewy and smooth while the muscles of her arms were taut like iron beneath tanned skin. Marthos MarkonAs the young women steps back at the end of her introduction, Marthos steps forward. As he does he stage bows to the commander as he moves his hood revealing his half elven heritage."Ma'lord my name is Marthos son of house Markon and recorder of legend by song. I bring to this band a grasp of the language of the denizens of the dark, as well as the ability to warp the very fabric of nature with my words. As well as the greatest ability of all to uplift those who have had the weight of the world put upon them lifted by placing merriment and joy back unto their soul, with but a mere song. I am also versed in the use of blade and arrow should negotiations fail in the civil discourse of things, and I am trained ambiently in the healing arts.Smiling seductively at the women Marthos retakes his place. ( (#msg14211700)Shard had thrown herself into every task while they travelled, volunteering when no-one else seemed willing at first and then happily accepting whatever chores were pushed in her direction.The journey had given Shard ample opportunity to reaquaint herself with the norms of sharing her campsite, and she thanked her Goddess for offering this kindness when they finally arrived at the fortress.Although the press of people was relatively thin, the cleric bawked a little under their scrutiny. Her knuckles whitened as she clutched Eldath's symbol more tightly, but somehow managed to hold onto the stillness.By the time they were ushered into the commander's tent, Shard had finally reined in the urge to bolt, but it was still an enormous relief when the tent-flaps slipped closed behind them. Shard flexed her fingers, loosening the cramped muscles, while her compatriates introduced themselves. Only when the silence began to grow oppressive, did the young woman speak."Eldath's blessings upon you, Sir Kale. My name is Shard Ebon, and, while I cannot compete with the accomplishments you have already heard, I am an Acolyte of the Mother of Waters. "Acutely aware of the flush already rising into her cheeks, the cleric bowed her head and fought to regain some composure. ( had been quiet most of the time as they made their way to the forbidding ruins that guarded the entrance to the fabled underdeeps of the Dustmarch. It was her usual disposition when she meet with new people she did not know well yet. She was dressed in second hand clothes that she had bought after leaving Stoneford in an attempt to change looks. They still betrayed a urban style that was at odds with her elvish nature like two worlds having been thrown together and not quite blending right. She had added a heavy cloak with a hood as she had learned that the place they were going to visit was cold. Olwendir had uncovered her head as she entered the tent, her eyes looking around with curiosity.Of course she was not the first to speak. Or the second. She was still too shy in this company."My name is Olwendir", she said with a bow. "It's a male's name; my father wanted a son". She added in a quick explanation as she was used to the intrigued looks of those who were familiar with elven names. "I can fight with my rapier. I also can use my crossbow which is not an elven weapon". There was a moment of silence as she decided if there was anything else she might say that and then she said. "And I think that this is it". She smiled in hopes of having made a good impression. “Well, I’m glad to have such a diverse and seemingly capable group of adventurers at my disposal,” Kale said with a smile. “Now, the task is simple in name, though I suspect it will be far more perilous than it suggests. You are to venture into the Underdark, specifically the ‘Deep Wastes’. Some miles within you will find Dustmarch, an old ruin that our archaeologists suggest is home to a great many treasures”.The knight swept a hand aside and motioned to the woman who had followed the party in, beckoning her closer. She was a short woman with a stoically pretty face, though the look she held was stern. A red cloak signifying her allegiance to Raven’s bluff was draped about her body.“This is Sergeant Ryali ( Her and her troops will get you too the prison unharmed, though they’re not trained in dungeoneering, so they will set up camp outside and wait for you” Kale explained.“We will not wait for you forever,” Ryali interjected loudly, “You will have two days to complete your task, if you do not return by the beginning of the third, we will be forced to determine that you have perished in your task, and we will return to the fort”.“We do not mean to abandon you,” Kale said diplomatically, “But the longer my forces are down there, the higher the risk. My liege does not want me to return to him at the end of this deployment with naught but myself and the chef”, he gave a quiet chuckle to lighten the mood.“Apart from that it is thus far not ransacked, we know very little about the ruins you’re to recover artefacts from. It is most likely inhabited by monsters, or other fell creatures, however, we believe that you will be able to handle whatever challenge it may pose”, Kale smiled softly “I am sure you’re aware, but I will remind you that torches will definitely be a necessity. Whatever you may need to disable traps would be a good thing to bring also, rope, that sort of thing”.The athletic man slowly stood up, his chair sliding backwards along the carpeted floor. He paced around the room, moving to shake the hands of each of the adventurers, “I thank you humbly on the behalf of Lord O’Kane for performing this task. I bid you good fortunes, and hope that you return alive and well. You may direct your further questions to Ryali, good luck”.And with that Ryali moved to escort the adventurers back out into the cold, and the Knight returned to his maps. Once outside, the Sergeant spoke once more in her gruff voice, “You may find our supply tent over there, in that smaller tent, the one closest to us. Our quartermaster will sell you whatever supplies you have not already brought with you”.She began to march off back the way they came, “You may either come with me now or meet me at the gateway to the Underdark. Its just back down the way we came, but you take a left at the fork instead of a right. You can’t miss it. I will answer your questions there, and we will set off”. And so the soldier marched off, either accompanied by party members or not. Eventually she came to the gateway to the Underdark, a large fortified palisade around a gaping cavern which descended down from a collapsed wall. At the knights words Marthos grins and nods, before taking the mans hand and shaking it. The pleasure is all mine good sir and I will see once we return from the depthsFollowing the Sergeant out he listens closely as he turns and checks his pack. Wouldn't you know it I did forget rope and a couple other items always happens when I am rushedLooking at his party members he nods I need to see the supplier for a couple items any thing you all need? Olwendir bowed to Kale. "Thank you for your kind words, sir", she said. She followed the others and listened carefully to Sergeant Ryali's words and tried to picture the place she was describing in her head. She felt a shudder of fear and anticipation of what was about to come. Here they were, in a forbidding place in the mountains that was just the gateway to a hidden lost empire of underdarkness. What treasures would this place hold? What perils would remain hidden and in waiting for them? This was the stuff of the legends she had read when she was younger and the tales that had filled her mind with stories of adventures and glory. But also of disaster and doom as she reminded herself as she felt another shudder.She looked at Marthos nodded. "I travel light". She said. But then again she thought better. "And we travel with the light. I'm going with you". She decided that she might need a spare oil dungeoneering lamp. And some extra ropes. ( “Ragsy” Stoutbrew Ragsy listened intently, offering the occasional nod to reassure them she understood. In and out in two days and try not to get eaten. She vastly preferred it when she was able to boil a plan down to its base components. Worrying about the details got you gray hairs and chattering teeth!She did not much care for the sergeant, as she reminded Ragsy of someone she didn’t much care for. But then she wasn’t foolhardy enough to tell the red cloak that, since she was going to be guarding their escape. Besides, it was never Ragsy’s policy to judge someone the first day she met them! There were a lot of imperfect allies in this world and she didn’t like the idea of shutting the door on one because of a bad first impression.She fell into step with the crew, listening to Ryali until there was mentions of supplies. At that, she made a sharp turn towards the quartermaster a moment after her new companions. With all of the grace of a tavern drunk, she clapped them on the back and smiled eagerly, “Well met! Provisions? Provisions?”She asked the word at both of them in their turn with the sly look on someone who thought she was in on a joke with them, “Very wise to stock up! Two days can be a very long time! I am sure by the end of it though, we are gonna be thick as thieves!” Friendly but not too bright, to hear her talk, the young archer seemed almost to regard this expedition as a camping trip.She stared at Marthos for a long moment as they made their way to the quartermaster, before chuckling, “You know the problem your ilk? You clever tongued fellows always pop up at the tavern after I’ve pulled a cork or two, so while I swear we’ve before, I wouldn’t swear TO it!”Despite being third in line, she immediately turned and burst out her order as they arrived, “Hail, blue eyes! Help us out if you a moment! I am gonna need a couple flasks of lamp oil, five sets of Caltrops, five large sacks...” she paused to wink at Olwendir, “Never know what you are gonna drag home! We are treasure hunting! Uhmmmm... twenty more arrows, a large roll of twine string and two...”She paused and looked Marthos up and down like a carnival clown trying to guess his weight before she corrected herself, “Better make that three wineskins! Thank you, commandant!” Obviously she was not well versed in the military pecking order. ( (#msg14211700)The sergeant's demeanour struck Shard as stiff but professional. While the knight seemed affable but vague, the woman in the red cloak was businesslike and the cleric decided she rather liked that.Questions about their task bubbled into her mind, but Shard held her tongue, happy to allow the babble of her compatriots conversation to flow around her. Having never delved into the Underdark, the cleric wasn't sure what equipment might be needed, and listening to the bow-woman's rapid-fire demands didn't particularly help."I have, food, water and reliable light-source,", Shard began as soon as she could do so without interupting. "But no rope. Is there anything else we might need?"She smiled sheepishly, clearly uncomfortable with drawing attention to herself in this manner. ( (#msg14212215)Tharun's expression quickly shifted from eager to mostly worried.Had none of his companions brought enough equipment to brave the wilderness?Although, he hadn't really traveled with anyone into anywhere dangerous before, maybe this was just a human-elf thing? Any self-respecting Dragonborn would be sure to be prepared if they knew adventure awaited. He avoided thinking about his companion's unpreparedness so as not to frighten himself. He had planned to follow the crimson-cloaked woman down to the gate, but maybe it would be best to make sure the other travelers were well prepared.The cleric, who had been mostly quiet until now, piped up. Figuring he should help set her straight, he offered his advice. "As well as rope you should see if you can find a bedroll." He furrowed his brow as he continued, now speaking more generally. "If anyone can't find a bedroll and isn't afraid of sharing, I don't mind sleeping in mine with another." He words trailed off into a bit more of a timid tone. He sometimes had troubles figuring out human-elven views on sleeping arrangements. Some of them didn't make a big deal out of it, but others did. He and his brethren personally always slept closely together to keep themselves warm, but he knew that often wasn't the case with others. Hoping it would make him seem less odd he added: "I am quite warm compared to you all. It could be useful if someone would like to sleep with- err, alongside me. I figure it'll be cold down there." Maybe saying that didn't help, he thought.When they arrived at the supplier he sat aside and plucked lightly at his viol, tunning it, as his companions gathered their things. ( “Ragsy” Stoutbrew Ragsy let out a short laugh at Tahrun, turning from the Quartermaster long enough to slap the back of her hand playfully against the dragon’s shoulder as he settled in to play, “Hah! Look at you, muscles! I can not help but admire a man who seeks a bedmate despite the peril of death! Here I would have placed coin it would be Master Marthos who first sought pleasing company in the dark! Do they make bedrolls big enough for you AND yet with room for another, Axe-man?”She was clearly just good naturedly poking fun at Tahrun but she did continue to chuckle as she went back to dealing with the quartermaster, “Give Miss Ebon her rope and she can strap herself across his shoulders like a backpack! ... oh, add one of those fancy red scarfs you Raven’s Bluff fellows have to my order! We’re all working together, right?” ( (#msg14212215)"Oh no, I don't think I made myself clear." He began quietly, but she continued, speaking over him. She made a quip about Marthos and then another about his bedroll. Admittedly he had ordered a larger bedroll because the usual ones were too tight for him, but the crafter grossly, in fact insultingly, overestimated his size. He had already paid for the work so he accepted it; despite there being enough room to fit a whole extra, albeit slender, person inside. He was going to offer his explanation, but she seemed more interested in teasing him than listening. He let his words trail off and just continued silently tending to his instrument. Marthos smiles as he watches the others enter the shop as he keeps his tongue as the group rib each other and place their request.As the ranger mentions him he smiles as he waits for the salesmen to turn to him"good evening my good man, I find myself in need of another length of rope one hundred feet should suffice, unless one of my traveling companions wants to help with a play in writing called the bound princess and the naughty orc chief. Chuckling at the quarter master, I will also need half a pound of marbles clear as you have and a half pound of roofers tacks and with any garrison supplier five condoms. As you just heard one of our party has been looking to find who I shall be picking for my bed i should wish her to know I always take my teams protection first. As he waits for his order Marthos turns and observes the viol ah it is nice to see another lover of music and verse in our party, what tunes do you know, we will have to play this evening before we enter the darkness. As he turns towards Ragsy (persuasion 17+5=22) "you do know the under dark is colder then normal, mayhaps your idea of doubling up on the bedrolls would be an idea, and as you surmised mine would be open to any of the females who wished for the extra warmth I could provide them, plus I have it on great authority my vocal skills in bed can spark fire inside of the receiver."Smiling once more at the archer Marthos turns and walks to the counter to await his purchases. ( “Ragsy” Stoutbrew Ragsy raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, cackling playfully by way of a response, “I should very much be tempted to share a bit of friction, but for the fact it was not my idea! Oh no, Master Marthos, that was actually Tahrun’s suggestion! But you are very much in luck as he already admitted that he has space aplenty!” She insisted as she collected her items from the quartermaster.Ragsy did take a lingering glance that lingered strictly longer than necessary at the Bard. The archer wasn’t entirely opposed to finding out what fires his tongue could start, but then she’d never been the one to fawn over a minstrel in a pub like some tender girl who was still wet behind the ears. She was 19 summers now and proper worldly! Make him work for a little, right?On the other hand, it stood to reason that maybe he was right and the Underdark WAS a bit nipply. There was no reason to burn a bridge this early in the day! They were all going to have to rely on each other once the lights were out. A little comfort might be the only thing between them and despair! Marthos smiled at her knowing the game with her has begun as he gathered his things he remarked to her."ah yes but I fear his cloaca does not configure to my liking, does it yours Patting the dragon born on the shoulder to show him he was only joking Marthos heads to the meeting spot as he observes the archers curves from aways as she heads down the street ( (#id=1610860)Olwendir blinked as she listened to the conversation and the path it was taking. She had come prepared with a backpack that carried rations of food, torches, tinderbox, healers kit, a basic mess kit, water and a 50' long hempen rope. Until this moment she had relied on her heavy cloak for sleeping as she had never found any difficulty in finding sleep in the busiest places. The cloak was warm and this was enough for her.She had decided that more light might be needed and that an oil lamp could be useful in the same way than more ropes would be. She looked at Tahrun and smiled. "I'm new to campaigning, but so far my equipment had been good enough for me."As she walked she listened to the talking about fucking by way of talking about sleeping arrangements in the bedrolls. Having tried both she was a firm believer that bedrolls were not the most comfortable place as most of them restricted movement. ( (#msg14211700)Shard cocked her head to one side, while the Dragonborn's tongue seem to run away from him. Then she nodded, offering a smile, which she hoped was reassuring."Just the rope please," she told the quartermaster, before fumbling with her coin purse.Then, as the conversation focussed on more worldly matters, the cleric once again allowed the banter to fade into the background."I have an extra blanket," Shard commented after a long moment, her face impassive, "Should anyone find the darkness too chill to endure without being tucked up, snug and warm." The Quartermaster's tent was smokey and carried the strong scent of pipeweed, and the reason why was soon known. With a leg swayed over a comfortable looking, cushioned armchair, a old dwarf reclined with a pipe held between his teeth. Delicately he puffed away, his eyes swaying over to the party as they entered the tent. He seemed hardly bothered by their intrusion. Before he could speak Ragsy burst into rapid ordering. He went to open his mouth, though the party soon blew up into rowdy conversation. The old dwarf rolled his eyes as he watched, chewing on his pipe and puffing away. Finally though, as the conversation seemed to die down, he opened his mouth and spoke in a wheezy voice.His eyes fell on Ragsy first, "Eight gold pieces, three silver pieces and six copper pieces", upon payment the Dwarf would rummage around in the storage stockpile behind the tent for the items and bring them back to the counter.Next he looked to Marthos and Shard, "A gold piece each, for your rope. I don't have the other things you want, fella". Upon payment, he would once again recede into the stockpile for the rope."Is that all, then?" he would ask after the business was concluded, "If so, you best catch up to Ryali. She doesn't like waiting". ( (#id=1610860)Olwendir was about to say that she wanted an extra rope and a oil lamp when she was surprised by the dwarf direct and yet dismissive style. She had meet some quartermasters like him before, people who had no time for nonsense. She decided that the group had enough ropes so asking for another one would not be necessary. Besides, coils or rope were heavy. She eyed sergeant Ryali who was already leaving and asked the dwarf."Would it be a problem to get me another blanket and a miner's oil lamp?" She tried to smile to him as she mentally kicker her own butt for being so shy with people she did not know. She should have said "I want a blanket and a miner's oil lamp", with confident and commanding voice but no, she had gone all the way to being polite and then back and now she was looking like the typical elven fool amongst strangers. At least she had not used some silly formulaic blessing before asking like they did at home. Hah, she was getting better at not being elvish! The Quartermaster grunted as though annoyed by her further questioning, "I can do you a hooded lantern for five gold pieces. I'm sure Ryali's troop will have an abundance of blankets, they haven't returned any that I dispatched them with".After retrieving the lamp the dwarf looked over the visitors in his tent, "Well, get on your way then, before Ryali burns my tent down!". As Marthos walked towards where the Sergeant was waiting for them he swung his lute from his back and strummed a couple keys before he raised his voice in a melody that he had been working on.My life is forfeitI'll need a handI saw an ogreOf Giant clanHe smiled at me in the hallwayWhile killing another manBut I won't make my sword'Cause I understandYou're gruesome Dude, You're gruesome Dude,You're gruesome Dude, it's trueI saw you smash, our mage into mashAnd I know that I am next'Cause I've got a lowly complexWell, I shot his eyeBut he brushed it byThe next thing that I knew that I wasSoarin' highAnd I didn't think that my shield could bendBut now it's rolled up and crammed deep in my rear endYou're gruesome Dude, You're gruesome DudeYou're gruesome Dude, it's true.I saw you smash, our mage into mashAnd I don't know what to do,'Cause our cleric's now a stewYou're gruesome Dude, You're gruesome DudeYou're gruesome Dude, it's trueThere must be a demon, with an uglier faceWho threw up his lunch and created you As he sang he kept the lute to a steady dancing jig of a beat, as he smiled as he passed the downtrodden soldiers hoping his music would liven up this dreary day. ( (#id=1610860)Olwendir paid the five gold pieces and tried not to look too critically at the hooded lantern. Having been acquainted with people whose income depends on what they can steal from other people's wealth she had seen many lanterns of great quality and this one, though functional was not the best she had seen but it would surely do. Besides, she did not want the awake the dwarven quartermaster's wrath that she presumed would be fearsome to behold."I thank you for your diligence, sir", she bowed and left wondering why had those soldiers never returned the blankets. Most likely they had gotten so familiar with the fleas in them that now there was no way they wanted to be parted.The rest of the group had already left but finding them was quite easy. She just followed the music. ( “Ragsy” Stoutbrew The archer snorted at Marthos for the second time, “I don’t properly know what a cloaca is, but I find you can’t say you don’t like something if you haven’t tried it, right?”Ragsy was busy strapping down and packing her items while she hurried to catch up. On the one hand it would probably have been much easier to just set everything down. On the other, watching her display of dexterity as she practically juggled her pack and skins was... oddly impressive. Not smart, but impressive in its own right.Satisfied at last, she realized she had come uncomfortably close to where the sergeant was standing. Ragsy offered her a sheepish smile before retreating a few steps back to the rest of the party. ( (#msg14211700)Shard placed quartermaster's fee into his palm and then began to carefully coil her newly acquired rope. Once she was certain it was safely secured to her backpack, the cleric turned on her heel and strode back to where the sergeant had agreed to meet them.A frown tugged at her mouth as she listened to the minstrel's song. Shard quickly glanced at the soldiers they passed, wondering what they might make of the impromptu busking. It never did to tempt fate and dark humour was often the most suitable when dealing with those who trafficked in violence. But it was still an effort to relax her expression into a friendly smile."An interesting tune," she murmured, swiftly tracing a blessing with her holy symbol, "But the subject matter hardly seems politic." ( (#msg14212215)Tahrun walked along with the others once they were finally done gathering their equipment. "I'm familiar with a good number of tunes." He finally responded after Marthos was done his song, previously having put off answering the question to avoid having himself teased even further. "But most of what I perform is a bit- gentler than what you've just played for us." Hearing Shards words Marthos smiles" While my song may seem to be prolific it is simple a melody to pass the time. But if you wish for some thing more upbeat, Tahrun can you please play a soothing three cord in F"Waiting on the Dragon-born Marthos stands near the fire light to give his figure a back lit effect. Gather near weary travelers and solider alike, for the verse I speak is to all those who guard against the growing darkness, and the hope that is with in reach at the end. The sun shone bright upon the field, the men of yore stood shoulder to shoulder like a wall of sinew and steel, the weapons hot from the sun, thirst upon the men for they could not run. The kings call had been heard and they the first where to be slung low into the valley that day. fifty men sent so far away, fathers, brothers and uncle the rest. Each with a wife and babe to her breast. They rode to the call of the king, and they saw the enemy on their steeds. Each man armed with sword and shield, some where lucky enough to have brought the fork from the field. They heard the horn of the king and charged into the fray that was revealed, creatures of darkness and sin, broiled around them as they fought for the king. As the sun embed high the band of men looked to the sky. The clouds did part and golden rays they did see part, the creatures ran and fell in ruin. The soldiers on the field where left to peace and laid to rest. of the band of ninety fifty left, each man paid a hefty sum, many left others run. When the day of kings may come a solider who faces the darkness and has faced one shall been called, Each man gathered a yearly salute as the cadets steps by their tombs. For this tale is told to remind those who do not know that a soldiers life is marked in service and sacrifice the toll met by valor and glory, service met by gold and silver for to do less is to let the darkness creep upon the door of the home they await to see upon completion of the mission that is set before them. As Marthos finishes he bows to the assembled member and soldiers Men of the red cloak I pay thy homage for your service and sacrifice to be in this troubled place, but light shall be restored to the darkest place that evil dwells and you the hand that carry it. As he finishes the tale Marthos sits down and tunes his lute and joins Tahrun in the soft melody he plays. ( (#id=1610860)Having caught up with the rest of the group Olwendir listened to the songs and the discussion. Well, at least she was in polite company of men and women who appreciated some fine things in life such as singing and story telling which in her case had been the way to go back in her village. Her folks had been much inclined to music, a bit too much to tell the truth. She had also enjoyed the rowdier songs in the taverns in the city even though they were not as accomplished in style and skill as those at home or these here.She wanted to say something but stopped herself the moment she opened her mouth to praise the singing. Would her words add something important and meaningful to the story? She thought not. They rarely did. So she continued walking following the sergeant and wondering about the quality of the blankets that those soldiers might be persuaded to give them. "Perhaps it's not very cold in the under deep", she thought. ( (#msg14211700)"Well said," Shard commented approvingly once the minstrel had finished, one eyebrow raised slightly in surprise.She paused for a moment, head bowed, eyes half-lidded, before returning her attention to the waiting sergeant. Shard wasn't sure where the limits of the gruff soldier's patience might lie, but she was certain that was a point she did not wish to cross."But, I believe we have tarried enough,"Shard stated blandly, "And there will be time enough for songs and stories when we return. ." Marthos slowly stops his playing as he looks at the young women" My dear, Shard it is my opinion we should not tarry to the under until we have at least rested one night, We will assault the area with the sun, then Sune we assist in guiding us on the journey and light our way once we have begun the ascent to leave. What say the rest of you? ( (#id=1610860)Olwendir followed the group listening to their talking."I think we should do what the sergeant decides. This is her place and she knows it", she said. "I was under the impression that the Underdeep was...", she fished for the right word. "well, deep. And underground. So it matters not if the sun is shinning or its cloudy as long as we can get there". The Sergeant frowned, her eyes rolling as she watched the bard singing a raunchy tune as he approached, as well as Ragsy rushing along with a joyous skipping pace. The staunch soldier stepped backward as Ragsy jumped in too close, sighing in annoyance as the girl receded back to the party. The soldier went to speak, but was only cut off by the bard bursting out into another rousing speech. She grumbled darkly.Her foot tapped on the stone floor while the party conversed with each other, until finally they fell quiet and allowed her to intercede, "If you are quite finished, I will explain the plan of attack". She looked about to the party to ensure that no one else would butt in before continuing."It does not matter whether the sun is up or down, bard, for we will be underground, in a place that never sees the light of day", she said, "Luckily for us, the passageway into the ruin is not very far into the Underdark itself. We'll be there in roughly four hours if we march at a decent pace".She waved an arm over the seven men and women behind her, "This is my squad. Familiarise yourself with our faces, for we will be the ones who will be protecting you on the way to the ruins. Everything else down there is likely to try and kill you", she paused briefly, "Once we arrive at the ruins you will secure the first large chamber, and then we will move in behind you and set up camp"."The first ruin you encounter will not be your target, instead you're after a dungeon that sprouts off from the initial ruin through a large chasm in the floor.Thatdungeon has not been explored, whereas the first one has". The sergeant looked about once more, before calling out, "Am I clear? If so, we depart immediately".If clear the soldier would turn about and wave a signal over her shoulder, her squad naturally picking up their equipment and packs and beginning to march off behind her. It seems that she has no intention of stopping, and that questions asked would best be asked under "walk and talk" conditions. ( “Ragsy” Stoutbrew “So, I assume you’ve pulled a few bodies out of this cavern in your day!” Ragsy blurted out as she tried to keep pace with the Sergeant. As she walked, she was busy struggling with the vibrant red cloak that she was attempting to fasten on as a scarf. She had a strange way of speaking, as if she spent half of her time talking to herself.Much as some Bards would chose their every word carefully for maximum effect and grace, Ragsy walked a different path, apparently preferring to think out loud. And so, with all of the slyness and tact of a hunter at a tavern, she clarified her question before the sergeant had a chance to scold her for the odd question, “Pardon, that is to say, you must have something more than campfire tales to share with us. What kind of wounds did they have? Were they poisoned? Clawed? Chewed? A carcass can tell us a lot about the sort of beasties we’re to be dealing with!” Marthos smiles at the disgruntled soldier” As you wish ma'ladyMaking sure his instruments are stowed he falls in line behind the huntress.As they move farther into the crack in the earth he begins to let his eyes wander to the sides of the path, mentally marking the terrain, as well as the faces of the men and women who would be guarding the exit wondering as he did how many times they had faced death in this pit only to have to brings their brothers in arms lifeless body back for transport to home, because of the greed of the crown.As the thoughts spun in his head Marthos began to get an idea for a new ballad, as he half hears what the young women prattled on about in front of him. ( (#msg14211700)The cleric walked with the soldiers, allowing herself to fall into the steady rhythm of their march. Shard's gaze swept back and forth, that alertness at odds with her apparently relaxed gait. It wasn't in her nature to be so dependant, and the idea of allowing these soldiers to spend their lives on her behalf was almost enough to choke the anxious woman.Wincing inwardly at the hunter's seemingly callous questioning, Shard still found herself agreeing with the line of questioning. Forewarned was necessarily forearmed, but it wouldn't hurt to know what they might expect. After all, Duskhall was supposedly an abandoned Illithid prison and the cleric's imaginings based on that knowledge were truly the stuff of nightmares.Keeping one ear open for the sergeant's reply, Shard continued to scan her surroundings, offering the occasional smile of encouragement when she happened to catch one of her compatriots' eyes."Thank you all," she announced quietly, "Your protection is much appreciated and I promise we will undertake this task just as diligently as you carry out yours." ( (#id=1610860)Uphill she went following the rest of the party. Her eyes scanning the land around her as she knew that this was a hostile territory and that these soldiers were protecting them in their march to the Underdeep. Olwendir was far more used to the forest back at home and to the streets of the city of Stoneford. She has no wish to return to her home. That would be like admitting her defeat and her mistakes. Besides, she would not be well received there. Going back to Stoneford would be even worse, as her reception committee would consist in a detachment of the city watch with chains and manacles as a welcome gift.Her destiny was here, she decided as she walked. It was scary and risky but it was the sort of thing that heroes of legend did. Go to an abandoned and forbidden place and defeat the forces of evil and darkness and from what she had heard and was hearing right now that Underdeep they planned to explore was plenty of evil and dark. She could not start to imagine what kind of horrors might be hiding there in the unexplored recesses of the deepness. Her grip on her rapier tightened as she walked and her eyes moved both sides, every shadow looked threatening now.As she continued walking she looked in front to the rest of the party and paid attention in case the sergeant had more advice to offer and remained quiet as was her way. Any piece of information might be useful. The Underdark was a dark and cold place. Initially, the terrain resembles tight and winding tunnels of rock and moss that descended, and descended, and descended. Orange flickering light licked at the walls of the tunnels as they progressed, whatever lay beyond in the deep dark abyss of the cavern blackness was a mystery. Occasionally they encountered a small fungal growth living in the cracks and crevices of the walls, it glowed a soft green colour. Finally, though, the tunnels soon opened into large, breathtaking caverns. The sight was truly outlandish, large dark silhouettes of gigantic mushrooms spread throughout the caverns, along with glowing moss and fungi dotting about the cavern floor.There was still very little light here, with the torches of the soldiers lighting a small area around them. The group travelled in a well practised silence, and anything more than a hushed whisper was quickly berated by Ryali. They were on edge, and for good reason, just simply being in the Underdark brought about a lingering feeling of paranoia and subtle dread. It always felt like there was something waiting, watching. But nothing ever revealed itself, that was perhaps the worst part. Unanswered adrenaline left to slowly drain from the body, leaving nothing but a cold nervousness behind.Hours passed, and the party witnessed nothing more than the occasional shadow moving in the distance or a queer sound somewhere in the darkness beyond. Finally, though, they came upon a dark hole in the middle of an old brick wall built into the cavern wall. A red raven was hastily painted beside it. Quickly the party strayed from the old ruined road that ran through the middle of the cavern and huddled around the hole."This is it, dungeoneers. Clear out the area within this entryway and call back to us, then we will come in and set up base-camp", Ryali whispered to the party, "We will guard the entryway while you do it. There shouldn't be anything inside, unless something new has moved in after the last time we were here. Good luck".Without a further word the Sergeant receded from the party and left them to their own device.Beyond the hole is small room completely devoid of light. Upon illuminating the room, you would find a dishevelled coffin and several old, dust covered jars and pots scattered about the corners. The room is about fifteen feet in area. At first glance the room seems empty and looks as though it would take a few minutes to thoroughly search it. Beyond this tomb is a large chamber with several broken stone benches and a ransacked altar at the end of the room. It is obvious that this place had been pillaged and destroyed long ago. Including the entryway they had entered the main, larger chamber from, there is six archways that lead into small tombs. ( (#id=1610860)Olwendir looked inside the abandoned room. The place looked already sacked long time ago but she knew that appearances could deceive. In a way that hole was the threshold that separated them from real peril and adventure. She bared her rapier and adjusted her shield. Her fighting style was best suited to keep her other hand free but this was no duelling ground or a busy tavern. This was a dungeon."Someone should move in first", she said in a soft voice trying not to sound too bossy. She would hate that. Then again, with her voice and shyness there was little danger that this could ever happen. Then she looked at the rest of the group and realised that she was as good as anybody else to go in first. "Oh, I mean... I could go in first, if you like. I can use this rapier and my shield to cover the rest... I would appreciate a bit more light", she looked into the room trying to see, using the available light of the torches they carried, if there was something strange, something suspicious. Footprints, recently removed objects. Anything that might indicate danger. Because she hated being surprised. And sounding bossy. The later looked more and more probable in her near future while the later remained in the realm of fantasy.Then she stepped across the hole into the small room. Her feet testing the ground carefully."You know, in the stories is usually the one who enters first that gets killed", she said.Spoiler: Click to Show/HideWill roll Perception if necessary As the party stopped at the hole and the commander gave her instructions, Marthos began scanning the architecture and design, playing in his head the historical melodies and information the bards of the college sang to hold the histories and vivid pictures of bygone structures and people.As he let his mind wander the streets of history, his ears where ever present of the foot falls of the soldiers and the sigh of breaths in the echo chamber that surrounded them, where ever movement was amplified a hundred times.As he moved his hand across the stone he faced away from the torches as he allowed his vision to pierce into that which humans could not, as the world of color faded to washed out grays and hues of black and white, he let his vision fall over the inside of the room, trying to discern traps, enemies and unknown tales of long ago.As he does so he speaks in a hushed whisper to the others” Those of us not needing of light should proceed first it may be an advantage to us all, as creatures down here see light as intrusion and like many things intrusions are to be eliminated. What do you all say?”As he listened to the young women as she pulled her raphier and shield and began to step in to the hole he held his arm and blocked her passage” While you may be ready to enter, we need to discern who shall die first as you stated, but as with the goblin raids or anork valley, charging in head first will lead to certain death. Let us use our abilities to defeat fearAbilitiesDarkvision (see 60 feet black-and-white in pitch-dark)Insight (passive):11(16 with advantage)Investigation (passive):10 (15 with advantage)Perception (passive):13 (18 with advantage)Skills ( for detecting anything inside the room)Spoiler: Click to Show/HideInsight Wis 14+4=15 ( “Ragsy” Stoutbrew Ragsy had heard elvish eyes were keen in the dark. She had also heard there were mystical equivalencies for humans but they had always remained well outside of her price range. Well, perhaps next time...“Well then, Master Marthos, which between the two of you is the fleetest of foot and lightest of step? I do not like the idea of sending you into harm every time we must enter an inky black room! It is the Underdark! ... inky black rooms are the soup of the day!” Ragsy whispered playfully, fully understanding his concern but not having a proper remedy other than sending them in as worms on a hook.She had already drawn her bow and despite her apparently nonchalance, the archer’s hand was at attention on her quiver. Ragsy was not the claustrophobic sort, but the weight of mountains above them was crushing to even the strongest of people, “I have your back if you do not fear to risk your front, silver-tongue...” ( (#msg14211700)"We are a party," Shard explained, her voice low and measured. "And I trust that you each know the limits of your skills. My shield is yours, but with both hands occupied, I cannot be a torch-bearer."She gestured toward Ragsy and Olwendir, her expression apologetic."Likewise, these ladies and our doughty, dragonborn friend."" Shard turned toward Marthos before continuing. "And it would be foolish for us to lose whatever benefit might be gained from your heightened senses by having you carry a light-source."The cleric raised her holy-symbol, focussing for a moment on the sky-blue, wooden disk. She relaxed her thoughts, not searching for Eldath's serenity but allowing it to find her in its own time."With the goddess' blessing," Shard breathed, "I may aid one of you in your endeavours, or flood the room with her light." ( (#id=1610860)She was halfway across the hole with one leg at each side of it. Her elvish eyes trying to pierce the darkness and feeling quite unsure of what she was doing. It was clear that all of them would have their hands quite busy. She had her rapier in her right hand and her shield in her left and so far she could see quite well but she did not trust the shadows at all. They played tricks to the eyes and fooled the unwary. Besides, she was scared, as usual, even if she tried to hide it with her determination and willingness to go first.She smiled when she heard Shard talking, her eyes scanning the dark room in front of her. "Now, flooding the room with light if it is needed would be even better than a torch. My thanks my lady".Her eyes kept watch on the room. "So, I already have a foot on the other side and I am feeling like an impulsive fool. What is the plan? Do we advance, some of us with weapons and shields ready followed by Rag and her bow and then Lady Shard?"This was the usual way to act in places like that, she had heard saying. She was less certain about how truly useful it was though. MarthosNoding at the Shard" Yes but with two of us, we can scan this room quickly before we give away the element of surprise and if it comes to it you can flood the room with light which we are us to and the denizens down here are notAs he unsheathes his Rapier he allows the tasseled basket to engulf his right hand he nods at Olwendir, Trust in your heritage and blood and we shall come from this unscathed. ma'lady chose your side and I shall have your back. Enter upon your discretion Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide( Bardic Inspiration to Olwendir) ( (#msg14211700)"Eldath's peace guide you," Shard sighed, resting her palm against the bard's broad back for a moment.Having spoken, the cleric plucked a single sling stone from her pouch and then raised her shield in salute. She took a deep breath, holding it for a long moment, while she braced herself for what might happen next.Spell EffectsGuidance on Marthos +1d4 to single ability check ( (#msg14212215)Tahrun bustled past the others and entered the threshold of the room. "We've been marching through this darkness for hours at this point. What is causing all of this worry now? I'm sure if we all have each other's backs we'll easily vanquish any foe that confronts us. Come, Olwendir, Marthos, we'll protect the other maidens as they support our flank." And with that he pushed into the room. Not hastily, but surely. His left hand held a torch out in front of him. "We may not need your divine light Shard, but it is welcome to bolster my torch." In his other hand he held his axe. It was a bit too heavy to use effectively as a weapon with only a single hands grip, but he was always ready to clench his torch with his large jaws. Having a flame so close to his face didn't bother him on account of his draconic resistance to flames. With his axe-hand, he waved on his companions to follow him into the room. Marthos sighs as the world moves from shades of grey as he looks into the room, into a blinding white light causing him to hiss as the torch light is suddenly thrust past him making him blind as the clear grey world is suddenly replaced by the dimly lit golden colored world illuminated by the torch held by the fool hardy and bold dragon born. I wish you would warn an elvin blood before you do that, any light but that cast from a dim source causes us to loose the ability to see in the blackness down here, but you are right we open our selves to easier attack setting here and arguing over it, mayhaps if we had rested for the evening as some one had suggested so that we could have spoken on these minute matters we would not be doing it now.Having said his peace he slips into the hole and turns to cover the left side of the opening from any unseen attack as he waits for the rest to enter. ( (#id=1610860)Olwendir closes her eyes the moment that Tahrun enters the room with the torch and opens them seconds later to a completely different room, one with dancing shadows and reddish light. Darkvision can be very useful but some real light might be better, specially with humans around. She would agree with the draconic that perhaps they should have decided their tactical dispositions earlier when they were coming to this place but they all were too distracted by other things. Which was normal. Besides, they hardly knew each other.Having been the foolish one who almost walked into the room without previous talking she was not going to chide Tahrun for impulsivity. Instead, seeing the Draconic taking the centre and Marthos taking the left, Olwendir moves into the room by the right. Her feet stepping softly and carefully on the floor. ( (#msg14211700)Shard fought down the urge to yell, her knuckles suddenly white where they curled around the small pebble. She closed her eyes, and pictured the mantra, focussing upon each word until its memory solidified. She wasn't calm, not by a long chalk, but the need to grind her teeth had softened to a dull ache.There were far too many leaders here and, until some kind of hierarchy was agreed, any kind of teamwork seemed far out of reach. But, quickly pushing such thoughts aside, the cleric turned her attention back to supporting her comrades as best she could.Carefully, almost reverently, she raised the stone to her lips, whispering a prayer before tossing it, gently, into the room.Spell EffectsLight: on sling stoneGuidance on Marthos +1d4 to single ability checkMechanicsRoll Result: Shard rolled: 1d20Comment: Throwing the stone into the rooms centerResult: 12, Total: 12 DIRTY DUNGEONEERINGLOCATION: ROOM 1 - SMALL TOMBSTATUS: ALL ALIVETIME PASSED: 01:00The voices of the arguing party echoed into the rooms beyond, though nothing was stirred to the presence of foreign sounds. The soldiers cast concerned glances on the party as confusion beset upon them. Though, eventually the dungeoneers made up their minds and ventured forth. Shard's stone fell into the centre of the room and clattered along the stone floor loudly, however, the only sound that answered was the rock's lingering echo as it swept through the ancient halls.The flames of the Dragonborn's torch licked against the old walls of the small tomb and its small ruined coffin sitting in its centre. An old, decrepit set of lithe and tall bones rested within the coffin. Several old jars and pots were scattered about in the corners of the room. It would take a single person about five minutes to search everything properly and fully, though the party could do it in about a minute.Beyond the small room was stone and shadow, denoting that the chamber beyond was far larger than the tomb the party currently found themselves in. Entering the room beyond would once again reveal no foes or apparent dangers. This large room seemed to be the central piece of this part of the ruins, some sort of old place of worship. There was a broken altar at the head of the room to the party's left, and several old worn benches that had been shattered long ago to their right. Many old jars, chests and pots were scattered about the room, all chipped and battered. A character with goodinsightmay be able to come up with how the tomb got this way, whereas knowledge ofhistorywould lend clues as to what civilisation such a ruin had belonged too. It would take a single person about twenty minutes to search the entire chamber, though the party could do it in five.Six tombs lined the sides of this large chamber, including the one the party had came from. They were all very similar in that they possessed a coffin with a wiry old set of bones within, and several pots and jars. At the bottom end of the large chamber was a hallway which led further into the dungeon.OOC NoteSorry for the wait everyone!If you could include what effects you currently have as well as the effects you are lending to other characters with each post that would be very helpful in keeping everything organised. ( (#id=1610860)Olwendir was feeling a mix of disappointment and relief. She was disappointed that nothing had happened at all. She had expected that they would be attacked the moment they set foot on the other side of the wall. Horrible being who had been waiting in the darkness for ages ready to jump on them screaming terror and despair. She had imagined herself being ready to meet the threat and react, her shield raised and her sword flashing as she stabbed. But no beings of the dark had emerged to ambush them in the burial chamber. And so her disappointment turned into relief. Well, it had not been as bad as they thought because on a second thought she was not sure that she would have been as proficient as she hoped if something bad happened.Slowly, as they inspected the small burial chamber a new feeling started to creep inside her: disquietness. She knew that this was a dangerous place and that there were beings there. Dangerous beings. The sergeant had said so. They had not found any of those beings in the burial chamber at the other side of the hole but thinking about it now it made sense. If she were a horrid creature who lived in the darkness of a dungeon, as difficult as it was to imagine her in that situation, would she set her ambush near the entrance where there might be help awaiting the ambushed party's call nearby? Or would have she bid her time and prepared her ambush further into the dungeon?And because of this she expected to be ambushed in the larger chamber. The one with the altar that seemed to have had a religious function that she could not fathom and just hoped it did not involve sacrificial victims bound on the top of the broken structure waiting for the knife or something worse. It was a better place, she was sure. But then nothing happened as they entered the larger room.So as they inspected the place and the burial chambers that were as empty as the one they had used to enter the dungeon she casted worried looks at the other side. Where the hallway that led further into the dungeon was. ( “Ragsy” Stoutbrew Ragsy approached the walls, taking advantage of Shard’s magic stone to light her studies. She was not overly well versed in history but she was also one who never turned down a good story. By virtue of listening to so many historical romances and epics, she had become something of an arm chair historian.History 14At 2018-07-22 09:37:31, Ragsy (uid: 870) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 14 ( After a brief assessment, she moved onto aid the search, digging through the debris and pots. Working together they would secure it swiftly and then call Ryali in to set up a base camp for the party. ( (#msg14211700)Warily, Shard glanced around the room, her gaze lingered for a moment on the altar, eyes narrowing as she tried to discern to which deity it might have been dedicated.Relinquishing her hold on Eldath's symbol, the cleric readied her mace. Shard moved carefully to the room's center, focussed on the hallway ahead, but making sure to keep the tombs (and their macabre occupants in the periphery of her vision).Shard was sure the true danger lay ahead, but couldn't quite shake the feeling that these conditions (with their tomb ransacked and the altar broken) were a breeding ground for the restless dead."I shall stand watch," she announced, "T'would be best if you were able to concentrate on your search."Spell EffectsLight: on sling stoneGuidance on Marthos +1d4 to single ability checkMechanicsRoll Result: Shard rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the totalComment: Religion Result: 10, Total: 14 As it becomes clear that the room is clear, Marthos nods his head and points the left as he moves off to begin checking and clearing his side, as he does so he carefully observes and checks the vases and area for any tell tell signs of compartments that may have been over looked, before moving into the larger chamber keeping to the left side, as he moves through the other smaller burial chambers making sure to keep a watchful eye out for any thing that may be amiss.As he comes to the front of the chamber near the altar he lets his eyes scan over the broken object trying to determine if he had any information that could help them discern if it was an altar to a god of light or one of darkness, being that may buildings and towns for that matter had been swallowed by the under dark. As he thought he spoke to the others.I say once we set up base camp that we go over our roles a bit more a studiously, so as not to have the loud issuance that we had just now, if the enemy where waiting we would have most assertively given them warning of our approach.Spoiler: Click to Show/HideInsight Roll Result: Ingexthefuryhunter1 rolled: 1d20, adding 1 to the total equals 16Guidance Roll Result: Ingexthefuryhunter1 rolled: 1d4, the total 3Perception Roll Result: Ingexthefuryhunter1 rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total equals 14EffectsUsed on the insight rollGuidance on Marthos +1d4 to single ability check

Dirty Dungeoneering IC Thread (Underdark DnD 5e)

Nightmare (invitation only)

The evening was warm following a blazing hot day. I was making my way home after a couple of drinks in town with some friends. Too many drinks to drive and too nice an evening to take a taxi, so I decided to save the price of ride home and enjoy the evening.Me? I’m Jenny, in my prime, my most striking feature is my long blonde hair, to the middle of my back, which everyone admires. I’m a young twenty-three year old, an all round nice girl, slim and of a normally cheerful disposition.The traffic is light and the pubs have not yet emptied for the evening so everything is relatively quiet. I notice a Transit Van on the side of the road. The strange thing is there is a guy sitting in the side door staring at a piece of paper. It looks odd because I would have expected him to be in his cab.I avert my gaze as he glances up and down the road. He looks lost and I just know he is going to ask me for directions, I’ve all ready seen him notice me. Well they say there is one born every minute and if this guy expects good directions out of me he must be a whole hours worth!“Can you tell me...” He’s pointing at a piece of paper, I crow my neck to look at the dreadfully written scrawl. He stands up, turning side on to me so I can get a better view and then all of a sudden I am tumbling.The air is knocked from me, leaving me gasping for breath on the floor of the van. Before I can even begin to comprehend what is happening my lungs are filling with a sweet sickly odour.I try desperately to twist my head away from the cloth he is holding over my mouth and nose, trying hard not to breathe any of the vapour in. I feel my head going giddy, and then everything goes black.*** *** *** *** ***I come to, slowly at first, my head thick, my muscles kind of tight and inoperable. I feel sick, like I really am going to vomit and I try to turn. The cobwebs clear from my mind as I realise my limbs are thrown out awkwardly and restricted - that I am moving, I am in a vehicle. Everything comes rushing in all at once. I remember the van, the brief struggle.My limbs have been bound spread open. I am lying on a smelly old mattress and as I look up through the window, I realise we have left town. I just don’t know why or what is happening… Mick Ryan:He'd moved to the city for just one reason, well two reasons actually, the hunting was better and easier and there was far less chance of his being caught as he took is prey if he was careful.Mick's a big and strapping man with a deep and muscular chest, shoulders and back that looks big and strong enough to pull a plow, which he'd done now and then on the old man's farm if the tractor broke down. His arms were thick with muscle from hard physical labor and his big hands were calloused for the same reason.He'd spotted this hot blonde with hair to her ass in the pub where he'd stopped for a quick beer, not really 'on the hunt' at least not until he spotted her that is.When he came to the city he'd bought an older model van and fixed it up and used it as a taxi and for parcel deliveries to earn his bread and butter, and to take the cake and its icing when he hunted.He'd found an old garage out of the city that wasn't occupied and rented it to keep the van in, to do repairs in, to live in. Then he'd redone the basement into his personal playground. The windows were bricked up. The outside door was replaced with two doors, an inner barred one and a few feet from it a steel fire door. The door to the basement from upstairs was now also a steel fire door with a double key deadbolt, a key was need on either side to open it, and at the bottom of the stairwell was another barred door. Tight and soundproof security to keep his prey, his playthings, where they belonged.When Mick saw she was about to leave he left and hustled to his van. A quick check let him know all was in place for a hunt and he set the rag in the ziplock bag soaked with choloroform between the mattress and the side of the van so it'd be close at hand when needed.He waited to see which way she'd turn when she came out and luck was on his side, she turned toward where the van was parked.He got a picece of paper and hurriedly and sloppily wrote down a made up address, opened the side door of the van and sat there as she approached looking confusedly from the paper up and down the street, a ploy that had been successful many times for luring prey close enough to nab.Now he had her in the van, she was unconscious and cuffed spread eagled on the mattress.He had the inside rear view mirror adjusted so he could keep an eye on her and when she started to come around he smiled wickedly and waited long enough to be sure she'd regained her senses.When she had, or seemed to since her head lifted so she could look around, he started his, what the shrinks would call psychological warfare, to soften her up and instill more fear to make her easier to control until she was in the basement and then it wouldn't make any difference how loud she wanted to be he'd be the only one to hear her.He pushed in the cassette tape he'd made of several previous playthings in the basement and turned the volume to a mark he'd made on the dash stereo that filled the van, but from outside nothing could be made out clearly or understood.The van filled with the sound of a woman begging and pleading not to be hurt again saying she'd do anything, anything at all if she just wasn't hurt again.Then she screamed... and screamed until it became moans and whimpers as her begging and pleading changed to, "Nooo, not in my ass again. Pleasssee don't fuck my ass again I beggg you." but the moans, pleas and whimpers continued and in the background could be heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and each time the *smack* was heard she'd groan and whimper. Jenny:A noise. I pay little attention at first, then I hear a woman’s voice complaining – No, begging. My ears pick-up. I listen terrified of what I am hearing, yet too afraid to try not to pay it any attention. I know its implication. I know what fate he now has in mind for me. My stomach knots, more than ever I feel I am going to vomit, I need the loo, I desperately want a wee. It’s nerves, I know it’s nerves, I just can’t stop my stomach from doing all these cartwheels. Oh God I feel sick…“Stop it!” I suddenly yelled. Only the sound died in my throat, sounding more like “Gop ik.” from behind my gag.The van continues its journey and I am physically trembling in the back as I listen to the woman’s cries… In the van:Her voice fades away and another begins, "Ohhh God not to my tits and nipples again. Pleassse, I'm beggggging you, don't whip my tits and nipples again."Silence for a few seconds then a *Splat!* and she screams and screams before babbling, "Please fu-fuck me again. Pleassse anywhere you want, but no more. My tits and nipples hurt soooo badly nooo morrreee pleasssse."*Splat!* And she screams again. Jenny:There are tears streaming down either side of my face as I lie bound and helpless on his stinking mattress listening to the poor woman pleading. Worse still, it is obvious that her pleas are going unheeded. What is going to happen to me? In the van:*Splat!* She screams once more and sobs out, "Yesss! Yesss! I'll suck you and drink it too. I won't spit this time or not swallow any, but.. but not again for God's sake no more I can't stand it any more."Silence... followed by slurping and sucking sounds as she apparently is doing what she said she'd do.The van turns, stops and the man gets out and closes the door. Through the windshiled a garage door can be seen rolling up. He returns and drives inside the garage then shuts off the van and gets out again.The roll up door can be heard closing and a click, possibly a lock closing and then the side door of the van slides open and the man who sought directions is stand there looking down at her, hungrily."I'll unfasten the ropes, legs first. When your legs are free move them stright out in front of you and about 18" apart and keep them there."He does and when her legs are where he wants them clips a rope to rings on the leather ankle cuffs so she can't take more than an 18" step."Now I'll unclip your wrists. In front of you and keep them there."One at a time each is freed and as he looks into her terror filled eyes as she moves her wrists together. When there close enough it uses another clip to fasten them that way."You'll get out now. I'll use your nice long hair as a leash to lead you where you're going."Any fighting and you'll be screaming like they were."Any escape attempts and you'll be screaming like they were."Any attempt at all to harm me and you'll scream until you can't scream any more."Now, slut, out of the van and on your feet." Jenny:I lay there absolutely terrified. The engine is off and he is at the rear door. Whatever plans he has for me are about to start.I listen very carefully to what he say’s, I don’t want to get it wrong. My feet, I let him lift the ankle of my jeans and set my leg into position. I feel the cuff close about my lower leg. My heart is pounding fit to burst.He leans over to my wrist and I close my eyes, blotting him out of my vision. I look up as he moves both wrists out in front of me and for the briefest moment I am looking into the coldest pair of eyes I have ever seen.Again I listen to his instructions, and then find myself shuffling out of the van. He knots a big fist in my hair and yanks me forward out of the van. I scream inside the gag, but he pays me no heed.Dragging me forward by my long tresses, I am forced to hobble awkwardly and quickly after him to a big heavy door. My stomach contracts, going totally hollow as I watch him unlock the heavy door. The door opens and I am looking down a flight of brick steps that must surely lead to hell, at least I know it’s a hell that I will face.I want to talk to him, to reason with him, anything but go down those steps. I try to hold back, but one sharp tug on my hair and I am compelled to follow… As she begins to slowly and carefully hobble her way down the stairs the door shuts with an ominious and heavy *thud* and the sound of the lock engaging is clearly heard.He's beside her before she reaches the bottom and uses another key to open the barred door so she can pass through into the dark, since the only light is from a dim stairwell bulb, full of "things" hidden by the darkness in the basement but hinted at.Once he's locked the barred door her hair is once again used to lead her to the center of the room where he stops her and speaks again."It takes, as you've seen, two different keys to get through the locked doors and also two different keys to use the door to the outside."You're here now and you're now mine for as long as I choose to keep you."You will hold stock still and not move an inch as I remove all four cuffs and then turn on a light. It'll be very bright so when I go to turn it on you may want to close your eyes for a few moments."He squats, his muscular thighs stretching the legs of his pants, and unlocks and removes one ankle cuff and then the other. Standing again he takes off each wrist cuff."I'm going to turn on the lights now if you want to shut your eyes," he says and vanishes into the murky darkness, just a darker shadow moving among the other ones near where he's walking.There's a "click" and she's bathed in the light of four very bright spotlights. So bright and blinding that she can't see past them.His voice comes from the surrounding darkness, "Now we'll see if you can be obedient of if you need a painful lesson in becoming obedient to my will."You will, as slowly and as sexily as you know how to, totally undress yourself for me. Each piece of clothing will be tossed into the darkness once it's been removed."When you are stark naked you will lock your fingers together and put them behind your neck and you will spread your feet wide, wide apart and freeeze like a statue so I can look at all of you... slut. And I do mean alll of you."You will begin now, or, if you want, the pain and lesson can begin."It's up to you." Jenny:Standing there bathed in blinding light with my heart racing inside my chest it is impossible to describe my chain of thought for they followed no logical pattern as I blinked hard against the lights.I couldn’t simply take of my clothes on his say so, that would be like extending an open invitation to him. It would seem like I was encouraging him, instead I stood like a frozen rabbit trapped in the beam of car headlights… In the basement of the garage:Not another word is spoken.There's dead silence for a few moments and the a hissssss and something dark flashes into the pool of bright light.*Crack!* The popper on the tip of a whip snaps on the denium of her tight jeans cutting it and raising a welt on her hip."I said, "You will begin now, or, if you want, the pain and lesson can begin." so which will it be slut?"Will you take it off or I cut it off with the whip?" Jenny:Out of the darkness comes a blur of movement. My leg feels as if it has been stung by a red hot poke as pain flashes across my hip accompanied by a loud crack. I stagger back, shocked by the pain, my hand clutching my wounded hip as I cry out.“I said, “You will begin now, or, if you want, the pain and lesson can begin.” so which will it be slut? “Will you take it off or I cut it off with the whip?”I stand trembling in the lights, I can’t see him in the darkness that surrounds my world. I have no choice, I know he is serious. Trembling my fingers reach to the front of my shirt and I slowly open the buttons one by one, working my shaking fingers down the neat line.I pull the hem of my shirt from the waist of my jeans and open the front as I allow my shirt to fall off my shoulders. Somewhere out there in the darkness he is staring at me, watching me as I struggle to free my wrists from the cuffs.Despondently I toss my shirt out beyond the pool of light. I drape an arm across my chest, realize what I am doing and almost certainly what his response will be. I don’t want to take my bra off, it’s too soon, he’ll see me!My wavering fingers reach down to the front of my jeans, I still have underwear on to protect me… "I said sexily, sluttily do it like you would for someone you're trying to turn on before he fucks you because that's what you're doing bitch... or would you prefer the whip's kiss again?" Jenny:Dropping down on to one knee I undo the buckle of first one sandal, then the other. Again, following his instructions, I toss them beyond the pool of light that has become my world.Standing up I am two inches shorter, why oh why can’t I be a whole five foot seven shorter!? I’m staring out into the darkness, my thumbs at the waist of my jeans. I am conscious of my semi-nudity, that he must be ogling my brimming bra and anticipating the sight of me totally naked and at his mercy. I fumble clumsily with the button of my jeans. It won’t give way!I am conscious that he wants sexy, that my button seems to have become three times larger than it was when I put my jeans on and therefore won’t pass back through the eye. It is anything but sexy.There is a swish, another blur of movement and a loud crack beside me. I flinch, but the whip misses me. Whether by design or good fortune I cannot tell.“Hurry up.” He growls.Panic rises within me, welling up deep from within, and then it dawns on me. My tummy muscles are so tense it is little wonder I can’t free the button of my jeans. I suck my stomach in and instantly pop the button. Mixed feelings of relief and deep regret wash over me as, fighting back a sob, I slide the zip down the front of my jeans unveiling a greater expanse of flesh.Carefully now, I ease my jeans over my hips, ensuring that my briefs remain firmly in place. I pause briefly, my finger tracing the sore blaze his whip has branded across my hip. My jeans peel down my thighs and I am very aware of the way my breasts hang, the open display he must have of my cleavage as I pull my jeans down to my ankles.Standing up, I tramp my feet free of my jeans whilst pulling at the elastic of my briefs to straighten my underwear. I lower myself down, knees locked modestly together, and retrieve my jeans. Pulling the legs of my jeans out neatly, I am so conscious of him watching me, staring at my nudity. Equally I am aware that I only have two remaining pieces of clothing left, and then what…?My heart starts pounding wildly in my chest as I toss my jeans out of my little world of light. They sail away into the darkness, perhaps lost forever. Taking a deep breath, my chest quivers… Voice from the dark:"Stay just like that little bitch. Stay squatting and spread your legs."Move your knees as far part as they'll go and give me a peek at your pussy. I want to see if you shave your pussy or if you have a bush with hair sticking out past your panties."Do it now slut or you can try and guess where the tip of the whip will kiss you next." Jenny:Dear God! I feel myself colouring up as I reluctantly part my knees, almost losing my balance in the process which causes me to reach down to steady myself on the floor, and then colour up some more. The fabric becomes taut between my thighs, I feel it stretching to keep me concealed from him. Being a natural blonde, my hairs are virtually transparent, meaning there would be precious little for him to see; and I am well aware of the view he seeks, he spelt it out plainly enough.I remain squatting, my face bright pink with embarrassment. My knees are splayed, showing my inner thighs all the way up to a flimsy expanse of fabric that covers my most secret place.I wait, filled with apprehension… Volice from the darkness:"Mmmmm, a natural blonde huH? Nice surprise slut, I'm looking forward to seeing your snatch uncovered ever more now that I know that."Now slut, push a fingertip into the bottom of your pussy's slit. Push the panties deep into your slit and slide your finger allll of the way up to the top so the panties are tucked into to your slit nice and tightly."Lemme see how that looks and how your pussy lips look like that before you take the panties off for me.""Oh and by the way, my cock's nice and hard for you now slut. Hope you're looking forward to feeling it like I am to using it to fuck you with." Jenny:I don’t believe I am hearing this! I feel a hot wave rise up my neck and flush across my face. Half-heartedly I extend a slender finger and move it down between my open thighs. I press the cloth in, feeling the edges of my gusset moving inward, uncovering millimetres of flesh on either side.My heart is racing and I can feel a huge lump in my throat as I raise my finger upwards along the centre of my sex. I know the fabric is lifting out again behind my finger, that there is no tuck as he wanted. I continue to draw an imaginary line to the waist of my briefs and my gusset has not betrayed me and that I still remain veiled… From the darkness:The thin dark line snaps from the deep dark surrounding the illuminated area where she crouches.*CRACK!* The whip cracks right in front of her right nipple then is flicked into the darkness again."Make it stay there slut or scream for me. Your choice slut." JennyFor split second I see his arm extend from the darkness and enter my circle of light. There is an enormous crack directly in front of me, making me physically jump, and the whip vanishes back to its world beyond mine.I recover myself from my backward fall, opening my knees as I resume my squatting position. He is standing right in front of me, staring at me. I manoeuvre my finger down between my legs and push in.The thin veil of fabric resists me, I cannot allow this. Hating myself I press in firmly, feeling the cloth stretch tight and draw in from either side. Suddenly the cloth gives way to my pressure, gathering in between the deep vale of my buttocks and sinking in my vagina.Slowly I move my finger along the split that is the opening of my sex. My face is hot and flushed once again, I wonder if he can tell under these lights?The cloth gathers in the groove along side my clitoris. There is little on show, just an impression of sorts, an outline through the fabric. I strain to listen - did I just hear a noise? Straight ahead, was that him?I withdraw my finger and allow him the view he seeks… Voice from the darkness:"Mmmmm, nice fat pussy lips slut. I'll like licking, sucking and chewing on them. I bet they'll feel really good as I fuck you and hit them again and again every time my cock'd deep in your cunt," he chuckles wickedly."Lovely blush slut. Turns your golden tan to a lovely shade of red-gold."Now stay like that and take off the bra. I wanna see your tits. Wanna see if they're as large and firm outta that bra as they look in it."I like firm titties slut. So much fun to play with, to fuck and to torment if I want to, but then you head the bitch on the tape so you already know that... don't you."Get it off now, right now, and when you've tossed it put your hands behind your head and shake your tits for me. Gimme a little slutty show as I look at you pussy and dancing tits." Jenny:Terrified of where this is heading, of his cruel words and threats, I reach up behind my back. It isn’t easy holding my squatting position, knees splayed for him as I unclasp my bra – it, unlike my jeans, offers no resistance and I feel the straps slacken.Crossing my arms before myself, I slip the shoulders straps, my heart is pounding wildly in my chest. I remove my arms, keeping the cups in place as best I can without being over obvious about it. Not that is much point, the outcome remains the same.I hesitate, clutching my bra in place. There really is no way around this, grudgingly I remove my bra, my left hand moving up defensively to hide myself as my right throws the bra into the darkness. I make a point of not throwing it to where I know him to be standing – it is my little insignificant act of defiance.I know what I must do, and I know the consequence of not complying, or at least the threats caution me against non-compliance. Slowly I raise my hands up behind my head. My naked breasts immediately on full display… The voice from the darkness:"Mmmm, now those are a lovely pair of tits you've got slut. I'll have a whole lot of fun with ones that firm and big. Big at least for one as thin as you are."What are they slut? Big "C's" or "D's" and look at those nice big fat nipples."I can almost taste them and feel them already."Shake your shoulders for me slut, shimmy and make 'em dance for me as I watch and look from your dancing tits to your pussy," he says in much hoarser voice than he's previously used when speaking to her. Jenny:My insides cringe and knot up as I try shaking my boobs, twisting my shoulders back and forth. It’s hard squatting like this and trying not to tip over as I shake my shoulders. I feel my breasts swishing gently and just that little movement causes me to colour up.I notice the change in his tone and am wary of its implication as I continue to rock myself from side to side… Voice from the darkness:"Keep it up slut. Your tits look even better moving like that."You can stand up now and when you do take off your panties and toss them over this way. I want to see if your pussy smells as good as it looks and if the bit of wet I see on them is cunt juice or are you so scared pee is dribbling out of you," he says and chuckled nastily at the end as he's speaking."When you've tossed them to me you'll turn around so I can see your tight little ass and you'll spread your legs as wide apart as you can."Then my little soon to be totally naked for me slut you'll bend over for me so I can see your nice big tits and nipples between your legs, your face, pussy, cunt and asshole alllll at one time."Remember what happens if you don't do as I tell you, when I tell you slut bitch."*CRACK!* The whip cracks between her spread legs inches from her pussy. So close she can feel the air from it's tip blow on her when it cracks."A reminder slut. Move! Now! Orrrrr...." Jenny:Trembling significantly I rise to my feet, my face burning hotly, should I face him or have my back towards him – I can’t remember?Although I can’t see him hidden in the darkness, I turn away from where I think he’s stood. Somehow I think that will be easier, less humiliating than having to face him. My thumbs hook into the waist of my briefs at the hips…I know he is out there, standing behind me, his eyes fixed on the thin covering of my rear. It should be one simple fluid movement, I’ve done it thousands of times. Slip the briefs down my legs to my knees and step out of them one leg at a time. But my shaking thumbs refuse to do the deed…It’s that whip of his, just the sound of it terrifies me. I remember the woman on the tape – God what did he do to her? He’s hit me once and my jeans afforded me little enough armour then, I cannot imagine what the whip would do to unprotected skin. I realise that subconsciously my finger is tracing the welt he has left on my thigh. Perhaps the best thing is to just get it over with. Let him have his way, do what he wants, what all men want, and get through this ordeal.All of these thoughs came not in any logical sequence, but in a tumble of mixed emotion. I took a deep breath, noticing the jerky motion in which my chest expanded as I steel myself. My thumbs hooked, tighten their grip and my shoulders began to dip… Voice from the darkness:He watches and waits.. and takes a cane from the wall behind him at the same time.When she's gotten the waistband of her panties far enough down the firm inverted heart shaped globes of her ass that he can see the cleft between the tight cheeks he says, "Stop. Let me look at the sexy heart shaped ass that I'll be enjoying, that I'll fuck and more."As she stands stock still, two steps brings him to the edge of the circle of light below her feet so he could look at her pussy lips and ass at the same time. The tip of the cane reaches out and it's tip invades cleft of her ass and pushes down on the waistband slowly, slowly forcing her panties lower and lower until they're nearly down to the bottom of her ass cheeks and the cane's smooth cool surface has caressed her cleft most intimately on it's way down to here her panties are now.Then he uses the tip of the cane to caress and lightly prod her ass cheeks one at a time as he says, "MMMmm, I thought it'd look that good and I was damned sure right my little slut bitch."I'm realllllllly gonna enjoy your ass and I'll bet it'll look great with the marks I'll give it it's soooo creamy, soooo smooth."Now turn around and go ahead and finish what I told you to do you sexy assed little slut bitch." And he steps back into the darkness again. Jenny:“Stop - Let me look at the sexy heart shaped ass that I'll be enjoying, that I'll fuck and more!”I stand perfectly still, my thumbs still hooked into the sides of my briefs, my shoulders bent as I lean slightly forward, my pants had just commenced their final journey, one which would render me naked and at his mercy – was this really a reprieve then?Confused, I dare not hope – please let this be the end of it. Some wicked prank that has come to an end – I’ll forgive, I will. My eyes dart back in their sockets, trying to glimpse something behind - anything that will tell me what is going on as my ears strain like sonar…Something nudges at the top of my briefs. I hear a sound and realise it is a faint wail, that it is escaping my own throat. I dare not pull away, knowing there would be serious repercussions if I did.It’s a cane, a stick of some sort, pressing down on the waistband of my underwear, following the groove that is the parting of my buttocks and dragging my underwear downwards. Slowly, so painfully slowly he uncovers my behind.Helplessly I endure his filthy comments and raspy breathing while he probes the parting of my cheeks with his stick. I can sense him staring at my semi-exposed buttocks, feasting his eyes and relishing whatever perverted thoughts occupy his mind. His cane pokes my bottom as he continues to taunt me.“Now turn around and go ahead and finish what I told you to do you sexy assed little slut bitch.”It is time. He wants me naked, to look at me and gloat over my nudity, how vulnerable to him I am. I screw my eyes shut tightly, rallying myself for what I am about to do. Reluctantly I turn myself around to where I assume him to be hiding in the shadows. I am totally nude, apart from the thinnest of cloth that conceals my most intimate place, and in just a few seconds that mystery of me will be a secret to him no more.Once more my thumbs hook into the waistband of my underwear. A hot flush rises up from my chest to wash across my face. My stomach does several flip-flops as my briefs turn inside out and travel down my thighs. I keep my legs pressed firmly together, crossing my knees before me as I raise first one foot and then the other to retrieve my briefs.He will get little satisfaction from those, I think to myself, flinging them out into the shadows. He might be hot and excited, but not me, I’m as dry as a bone. I clasp my hands together in front of me. It’s not much of a defence, but it is all that’s left for I am totally naked before him… From the darkness:"The whip flicks out and the braided leather taps the top of a breast then slithers down it, over the fear hardened nipple and to the floor before it's jerked into the darkness again."Is that how I told you to stand? Hands behind your neck and now turn around and face away from me again slut."Spread your legs as wide apart as ya can then bend over so's I can see your face framed by your legs, your tits, pussy, cunt and asshole all at one time."Now slut, or else," and the whip slithers out into the light then back into the darkness again, "next time it won't be a gentle caress you'll feel from it." Resentfully I unclasp my hands. He can see me now, the thin transparent plume of hairs hide nothing from him and I know the front crease of me is on view. I raise my hands, inter-locking my fingers behind my neck, feeling my chest expand and my breasts standing up clearly.This brief moment though in reality quick in passing for I did not linger while making such a display of myself, seemed an age to me, but I quickly turned away from him and just as quick realised that what I now faced was infinitely worse...Every fibre of my being is rebelling against this, repulsed by his demands, but self preservation gives me no choice. Grudgingly I shuffle my feet apart as I unclasp my hands. My heart has set up such a hammering that I feel sure it must burst right from my chest. I bend slowly, feeling my hamstrings tighten, then my buttocks growing taut and my cheeks separating and opening. Worse still, as I hinge at the waist, I feel my sex pushing back towards him and the hungry eyes I feel sure he is feasting upon me... The voice from the darkness:"Now isn't that a lewd sight for horny eyes."What a great ass you have, but I already said that didn't I? Well I can't wait to feel those cheeks in my hands and look at how tightly pucked your asshole is. Ever been buttfucked, I'd bet not slut, but you will be I promise you."Mmmmm a nice tight looking cunt too? Have sex much slut? I hope not, want it to be as tight as it looks when I fuck it."I usually shave the slut bitches I bring here to play with, but in your case I think just a trim will do so I can feel and play with that soft looking pussy hair, and pull on it too."You should see your tits as they hang down when you're like that. Bet you could pull on 'em and lick and suck your own nipples if you tried hard enough. Ever tried that bitch?"Now you just stay that way for me. I think it's about time I felt what's now mine... you... for a bit to see if you feel as good as you look."And he walks into the light toward where she stands lewdly on display like a whore showing off her 'wares' dirtily, nastily to a customer, she can see the very obvious bluge in the crotch of his pants and watches as the cane joins the whip emptying a hand.His eyes move from her ass, to pussy/cunt to tits to her face and back to her ass and pussy again as he grows closer.Finally his hand reaches toward her crotch and his fingers lightly slide over and ruffle the soft downy blonde curls lightly covering her full pussy lips and he sighs/moans at the feeling."Like that slut?"I do." Jenny:I see him step into my circle of light through veiled eyelashes, he’s upside down as he approaches me. God only knows what kind of spectacle I must be presenting of myself, all the same he evidently likes it judging by the bulge in the front of his trousers. All his talk about what he is going to do to me is frightening, yet in some ways I just wish he would do it, get it out of his system and over with.His feet stop several inches from my head. He touches me and a thousand tiny shock waves erupt from my sex. My knees begin to buckle, pulling away from him… Without hesitation as she tries to move away his hand cups her pussy lips and his hand clenches them, very hard, and it twists as he pulls her back into position and pulls up so she can't collapse either."Were you told to move? Hell no."You were told to stand still and not to move."You've just gotten your first punishment slut," he growls."Now, if I let go will you hold still or should I see if I can pick you up by the pussy lips bitch?" Jenny:I screech, pulling away from him and finding myself caught. The pain is unbelievable as he hauls me back by my sex, my eyes watering as I cry out with pain.I regain my balance and spread my legs wide for him, holding the position, my naked rump raised up for him, offering myself and praying the pain will end… Still holding, gripping and twisting two pussy lips, "Now before you dared to move I asked you a question."Answer it slut. Now." And his hand twists a bit more for emphasis, painful emphasis. Jenny:"Eeeow!Yes, yes! I'll hold still!" "Now answer the question I asked you, or should I twist again slut bitch?" Jenny:I knew the question he was referring to, he asked it when he first touched me and made my knees buckle."Noo!" I sobbed loudly. The intensely painful grip loosens, "Oh really slut? Then why did you react like that? Why did your knees begin to collapse and push your pussy into my hand like that?" And a finger begins to slide up and down her clit from her cunt to her clit as he waits for her replies. Jenny:I squirmed beneath his touch, not knowing what to say or do..."Reflex!" I blurted out. "You surprised me..."My vaginal lips are on fire, a blaze of pain from where he as brutally twisted my flesh. When the fingertip reaches the top of her slit it circles around and around her clit rubbing the insides of her lips as it does.When it's at the bottom of her slit it circles the mouth of her pussy again and again before sliding up to circle her clit once more and the circuit continues as he ask, "How many times ya been fucked slut and where."Lie to me and you can start screaming for me."Tell me all about the first one and the last time too slut bitch." Jenny:“I’ve had maybe half-a-dozen boyfriends!” I exclaim. Sweat is forming on my brow. My legs are screaming out for release. “Sex on average three times a week!” The blood is pounding in my ears from being bent doubled over. “Which involved my pussy, and…” I hated to say this, but knew I would never get away with denying it… “…orally.”His attention is distracting, causing my speech to be erratic and disjointed. “The first time was in a barn, after we’d been swimming… it hurt. Last time was over a month ago, after my boyfriend and I split up…” "Well little slut if you'd been getting screwed about three times a week and it's been a month since you're last one I guess you've missed twelve fuckings and ought to have an great big itch building up in your fuck hole that needs scratching. How horny are you slut?"You're with me now slut not your straight laced pals so you can talk like a slut, hell youwill talk like a slutfor me at all times."You'll say you cunt was fucked or pussy and you'll say you sucked cock or are a cocksucker, like you just admitted to being."That's good too slut bitch 'cause I like my cock sucked. I like feeling soft lips on my cock and the suction making it harder. I like feeling a slut's tounge moving on my hard meat as she fucks me with her mouth and maybe her throat too."Ever take it down your throat slut?"If not you will. You'll feel my stiff cock stretching your throat and filling it just like I'll fill your other two fuck holes, your cunt and ass, and you'll swallow when my cock's in your throat to squeeze it and stroke it just like you'll squeeze my prick when it's fucking one of your other holes. If you don't I can make you scream until you do so remember that slut."He stops talking for a few minutes and just continues using his finger to circle a now very hard clit, one that's sticking out of it's hood and is brushed now and then by the finger. He keeps sliding up and down a slit that's growing wetter and wetter so he can circle around the fuck hole making her wet, her drooling cunt and now he's even moving back a bit further to spread the slick wetness around the tight little virgin asshole and onto it as it's teased and tapped on, rubbed before he begins the circuit once again.His finger's suddenly buried into the wet opening to it's last knuckle and begins stroking in and out as it moves to rub all of the walls and across that special spot inside, the g-spot, as he asks, "Like it slut?"Like how my finger feels in your cunt as it fucks it?"It's making you hotter, hornier isn't it little fucktoy slut?"And you both can hear the wet sucking sound as her cunt is fingerfucked as he waits for her answers to all of his questions. Jenny:My legs are quivering with the stress of the position. Worse still is the betrayal of my body, I can feel my own wetness as he teases me.Answer his questions; I mustn’t give him an excuse to hurt me again. I try to concentrate, what was it,how horny am I – not a lot but I’m getting there! Lord I can’t tell him that!“I don’t feel very horny and I’ve never had it down my throat.”My reflex is to stand bolt up right and pull away from him when his finger touches my anus. I physically jump, I can’t help myself, as he taps my anus. Teasing me, he forces me to jump several times in quick succession by beating a gentle rhythm there. And then his finger is gone, continue its circuit of my sex.Every muscle tightens, my whole being goes rigid when he suddenly thrusts his finger deep inside my vagina. This is unbearable, I can’t take much more of this, I can feel that warm glowing sensation building in the pit of my belly.“Like how my finger feels in your cunt as it fucks it? “It's making you hotter, hornier isn't it little fucktoy slut?”“Yes.” I whimper, admitting defeat. “Yes.” …you bastard, my mind adds… The hand with the cane and whip grabs a handful of her hair and he pulls her upright with his finger still stirring and rubbing in her cunt and his hand now cupping the firm ass he'd admired so vocally when she'd displayed it to him."Very good slut. You're doing well and avoid unnecessary pain," he says. "Now undress me and take your time doing it. I want to feel your tits on me as you do slut, and those big stiff nipples too of course."I've seen all of you. Now it's your turn to see me and what'll be fucking you and cumming and on all of you my slutty little fucktoy." I turn around, easing his finger out of me as I face him. I cannot bring myself to look into his face such is my shame. Nervously I pull his tee shirt out of his trousers and up his chest, making sure I brush my breasts against him. This is a guy who works out, I note to myself as I catch sight of his six-pack. I have to walk around him to pull the back of his shirt up and as I walk, I note his head turning to follow me.After I had freed the back of his shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside and stood waiting for me. My heart is racing, I kneel down before him and untie his boot laces. He lifts one foot at a time for me to pull his boots and his socks off.Oh my God – just his trousers to go, and I can see this huge bulge pressing against the front. I stand up, a shiver runs down my spine as his big hand reaches behind me and cups my buttock. I unfasten his trouser front and pull the front apart so the zip slides down without any help from me.At any other time such a sight might have looked hilarious as his manhood presses outward against his shorts. I quickly avert my gaze and step around him once more. From here I can slip his trousers down and carefully maneuver his shorts down his hard muscular buttocks. He obligingly steps out of them and I catch a glimpse of his testicles as I kneel behind him to retrieve his clothes.I step back in front of him, stealing a quick peek at his pulsing manhood before I am back in front of him. I stand, nervously facing him, ignoring his erection pointing directly at me… "Look at it slut. You made it hard and soon enough you'll be very familar with how it looks, feels, tastes and feels fucking all of your slut's fuck hole, every single one of them."Look at it and why not feel it too. Hold and squeeze my cock as you rub those tits and nipples on me at the same time."As you do tell me what you're feeling and where... fucktoy slut," he says as he wipes the finger wet from her cunt on her lips and under her nose."Sniff slut. Smell your hot, wet cunt juices," he says as he sucks on the finger and grins at her. “Look at it slut. You made it hard and soon enough you'll be very familiar with how it looks, feels, tastes and feels fucking all of your slut fuck holes, every single one of them.The language this man uses is debase and appalling. I turn my head down and look at his throbbing erection – my stomach goes hollow just looking at it and knowing that it will soon be pushing inside me…“Look at it and why not feel it too. Hold and squeeze my cock as you rub those tits and nipples on me at the same time.My fingers curl around him - my heart racing madly, surly I will have a heart attack soon and this madness will end? I step toward him, turning my head aside, away from him as I push my chest forward so my breasts make contact with his bare skin. His penis is pulsating in my fingers while my breasts rub lightly across his skin…“As you do tell me what you're feeling and where... fucktoy slut,”“My breasts feel kind of tingly…” I murmur awkwardly feeling a hot flush sweep across my face once more. His hand presses against the front of me, probing with his finger, forcing my legs open as he pushes into me. Suddenly he is pressing that same finger to my lips, under my nose.“Sniff slut. Smell your hot, wet cunt juices.”I sniff, pulling my head away from his finger as I smell myself. He laughs cruelly, and taking my chin in his hand, he turns my face up to his. Then, in an exaggerated display he pushes the moist finger into his mouth and sucks noisily on it.His finger withdraws from his mouth and he grins down into my face. Overcome by pure impulse, I suddenly throw my arms around his big neck and pull his face down to mine. My lips find his and I close my eyes, pressing my lips to his as my knee runs up his hairy thigh to rest beneath his big balls. Were he not so tall I would have trapped his erection between my thighs.The sudden compulsion takes me as much by surprise as it does him. I feel him tense, and then relax, realising that I offer no threat… He's very surprised indeed by her suddenly pulling his head down for a hard kiss as her leg rises to press on and slide back and forth on his balls. None of the others had ever done that. Maybe this slut is just that and as cock hungry as he's been telling her she is.His hands move to her ass and, still kissing her back as hard as she's kissing him, his hands cup her ass and she's pulled agains him then lifted off the floor.His cock is trapped between them and her belly is slowly dragged up its length until the head's between her legs. The kiss is broken just long enough for him to say, "Put it where it belongs slut." And his lips crush hers and his tongue invades her mouth. Jenny:“No!” I whisper in his ear, “not like this, properly – on the floor.” . "It's my way slut, always my way."Do as I told you so I can bounce you on my cock and let your weight drive me into you."Wrap your legs around me and do it slut. Now." Jenny:Oh my God! I thought to myself, it wasn’t working, he’d called my bluff. I’d have to wait my chance.Straining down I reached for him, barely able to manage, I manoeuvre him into position and slowly lower myself onto him, my legs grip his waist fiercely for support as my breath locks in my throat and he slowly enters me. Entered slowly until the head of his cock was inside and unlikely to pop out again that is.Then he just let her weight to the rest as he took away the support his hand had given her and as she dropped his hips jerked forward to fill her to capacity and a bit beyond.The head of his cock shoved her wet, smooth and clinging inner walls apart as it speared into her honey pot deeper and deeper. Her tits and nipples slid down his chest as her body moved down its weight impaling her on his hard flesh spear until the broad head reached her deepest barrier and stretched it as his shaft was stretching the opening to her depths.Then he began walking around the circle of light with little bouncing steps so that she was jarred with each step and bounced a bit on his cock's head as his hand moved her hips so the twisted. Twisted to let the head rub on a different place, grind her cervix on the head stretching it as he smiled while listening to her."Mmmmmm my slut and little fucktoy has a niiiiice hot and juicy cunt."Feel how it's gripping my prick slut? Feel how opened you up and how your slut's cock hungry cunt is gripping me as we move around?"Can you feel it when it stretches your pussy slut? Feel how deep I'm fucking you? You like it don't you slut bitch?"It makes you hotter, juicier and hornier to ride my cock and fuck me doesn't if fucktoy slut?"And he bounces her on him at the end of each question eliciting a gasp and moan, a shudder and groan from her as she answers him. Jenny:The air hisses as I suck a breath in from between my teeth. I feel him penetrate me deep and painfully. My legs and arms grip him, my nails biting into his back and then he begins to walk, thrusting me into the air so I am re-impaled upon him with every step he takes.He smiles wickedly at me, ignoring my cries of pain. He can’t possibly imagine these cries are in any form of rapture, my face must surely tell him otherwise, but then he asks:"Can you feel it when it stretches your pussy slut? Feel how deep I'm fucking you? You like it don't you slut bitch?“Yes – yes! NO!”"It makes you hotter, juicier and hornier to ride my cock and fuck me doesn't if fucktoy slut?"”Ugh! No!” I gasp. "Oh really fucktoy? Then why are your cunt juices running down my cock and soaking my balls?"Pretty soon my balls will be so wet they'll be dripping and not just making my thighs wet as you juice all over me.... you sopping wet horny slut," he says twisting her ass more as he walks and fucks her. Jenny:I try to pull myself up him, to climb up his shoulders..."You're hurting me!" I cry. "Not so hard..." "You'll get used to being stretched slut. If you don't want me so deep in your slut's cunt then you fuck me instead of me fucking you."I'll like it either way and cum in you either way too slut bitch," he says without stopping what he's doing and almost purring every time he'd to the base of his cock deep in her. Jenny:With my ankles crossed behind his back and my hands around his neck, I slowly raise myself up his shaft and ease myself down along its length. At first this is hard as he continues to pace about and thrust me down on top of him, but slowly he relents and allows me to take control.I tighten my vaginal wall as I work myself up and down his thick shaft. I am sweating with the effort, his eyes roll upwards to the back of his head as I continue to ride him... "Mmmm, yesss you slut. Fuck yourself on my prick. Squeeze it with your slut's cunt you whore bitch."Fuck me until I've filled your cunt with my cum, cum you'll scoop out and eat after I've finished cumming in you."You'll always eat my cum slut, drink it. Waste a drop and you can scream for me for awhile."Mmmmmm feeelsss soooo good fucktoy. Ride my cock like the hot, wet slut you are and keep dragging your tits and nipples up and down my chest as you do."I liiiiiiiiiiike how your hard nipples and firm tits feel on me with your juicy wet cunt fucking me my slutty fucktoy." Jenny:I hear his words, just about, my little world is filled the slow building of my orgasm - some times it is possible to be made to enjoy and shameful as it was, I was being made to enjoy... "Squeeze you slut. Squeeze my prick as hard as you can squeeze it and FUCK you're slutty cunt on it bitch."Twist your ass and screw your cunt on my dick and grind on it every time it's bottomed out in your slut's cunt," he growls and groans as a finger is pushed into her ass as she pumps her pussy up and down on his cock. Jenny:His finger penetrating my bum throws me, putting me out of my rhythm, nonetheless I can feel he is on the brink as I continue to ride him, pushing him towards his climax... "Yesssss, you slut bitch now fuck both your holes at the same time," he groans."Tell me what you're feeling slut. Tell me now and keep fucking your cunt and ass on me at the same time fucktoy." Jenny:The sweat was pouring off me, forming little rivulets and rolling down my hot flesh as I continued to work my vaginal muscles along his rampant organ."Sexy!" I gasped, "I feel sexy..."He tensed, every muscle in his body seemed to go rock hard as he held me tight, squeezing me with all his strength... "Getting ready to cum in your slutty cunt, your fuckhole bitch."Grind on my cock slut and squeeze, milk out my cum with your cock filled fuckhole you slut," he moans as another finger's pushed into her ass and both fuck her ass. Jenny:I feel him explode inside me, his cum jetting with such force that I actually feel it deep inside me and with it my own orgasm starts to wash through me as my knees grip his waist fiercely. Suddenly I cry out, I just can't help myself...All ready I can feel him wilting inside me, I feel totally drained, my body covered in a sheen of sweat... "MMmmm, what a good fuck you are slut bitch. I'll enjoy you a lot, a whole lot," he says when he's finshed shooting his load of sperm deep into her pussy."You have two minutes to get it together again and I'll back up so you can scoot up my cum and eat it off your hands. Every drip that hits the floor instead of into your cum drinking mouth will mean you'll be screaming for me slut. Remember that," he pants out as he leans back so a hand can play with her tits. Jenny:He lowered me to the floor, a hand still fondling my breast. I can feel his cum running down the inside of my thigh. Gingerly I reach down and scoop some of the gooie stuff onto my fingers, my face a picture of disgust as I raise the mess to my lips and taste the salty mix of our combined sex.My eyes fix on his balls as I scoop another load of it up - I had no idea how much of the stuff there was, but it left like an endless stream of it was running down the inside of my thigh... "Keep it up cum eating slut. Miss any and you'll be screaming for me, and I do love how slut's scream as I punish them." Jenny:As I reached down between my legs, I suddenly lunged forward. My hand closed round his two eggs and I squeezed, locking my small fist around his balls."Now don't try anything clever, you will regret it, I promise." He was stock still rigid and I gave him just a little extra squeeze to leave him in know doubt that I had him. "Put your hands behind your head and keep them there. You've had your fun, now it's time for me to go home."You're going to step back and ever so slowly get your keys from your trousers and I'm going to walk all the way upstairs and out to the van with you, holding your precious nuts in my hand, try anything and I promise you'll be a soprano for the rest of your life - ok?" He's shocked by her sudden movement and grabbing of his balls and winces when she squeezes.He nods his head, seeming to go along with her demands.Until his hand darts down and his hand grips her wrist. Fingertips dig into the inside of her wrist squeezing the nerves and tendons again her wrist bones forcing her hand to open as her eyes fly wide open as the pain races up her arm to fill her mind with the increasing agony he's causing her.His other hand swings as he begins to laugh. Swings until it hits her breast driving it sideway to smack against the other tit adding more pain to what she's already feeling from her wrist."Nice try fuckmeat. I've gotta give you credit for having guts enough to try, but you lose. You lose and now you'll get to scream and scream for me slut bitch." Jenny:Pain, like a bolt of lightening, flashes up my arm paralysing me for the mere second it takes him to break my grip, and then 'SLAP!' one breast smacks into the other as I am knocked flying across the room, my breast now a ball of flame.My head is buzzing, this happened so quickly and unexpectedly. Dazed I start to pull myself up when I see him standing over me... His hand tangles in her hair and it's used to pull her to her feet as he growls, "Nice try slut bitch, but no cigar. You lost and you get to pay for trying, although I've gotta hand it to you for trying at least."He uses her hair to drag her out of the circle of light into the darkness where he shoves her against a wooden cross leaning against a wall.He presses against her and pushes hard to hold her there as one arm at a time is strapped to the cross bar pinning her arms to it and holding her in place and a final strap is fasted across her forehead to hold it up and firmly against the wood behind it.Once she's been immobilized he glares at her and growls, "Now slut spread your legs as wide apart as you can, or I'll do it for you, and keep 'em that way."Move 'em, try to kick me and you're screaming will last a whole lot longer I promise you slut."Then he walks away and the circle of light vanishes leaving the room pitch black for a few moments until new lights come on the brightly illuminate where she's bound leaving the rest of the room shrouded in darkness. Jenny:I whimper as he drags me across the room and roughly slams me against a wooden cross. My arms are spread and strapped into position, then he locks my head into place."Now slut spread your legs as wide apart as you can, or I'll do it for you..."I do as he states, feeling extremel vulnerable..."and keep 'em that way. Move 'em, try to kick me and you're screaming will last a whole lot longer I promise you slut."My legs are as wide open as is humanly possible for me, I don't know what he has in mind, I only know I'm not going to like it. Suddenly the room is plunged into darkness, moments later I am bathed in light once more and feeling very scared... He returns carrying 4 leather things and two pieces of chain with spring clips on them.He kneels at one foot and cuffs the ankle then clips on the end of the chain to the ring on the cuff and the other is clipped to a ring on the floor holding her leg stretched in place. The same is done to the other ankle and then he stands and puts a cuff on the wrist. A cuff is then fastened to her other wrist and the final piece of leather is slid behind her neck and closed collaring her like a dog... or slave perhaps.His hand gives each breast and nipple a slap and his other hand slaps her open and exposed pussy."Now it will begin slut. Now you'll learn what happens anytime you try to hurt me or to escape from me," he says grinning evilly at her as each place is slapped once again. I am confused, I don't know what is going on. A collar, around my neck! And my ankles and wrists in chains."Ow!" He slapps my nipples, and then again, right between my legs causing me to jump with the pain... "The slutty bitch fucks up and the slutty bitch gets punished and to scream for me."Ever thought about piercings slut?"Makes no difference either way, 'cause you're about to get some. I like nipples and clit hood, pussy lips with places to 'attatch things' when I want to."Don't go away now slut," he chuckles evilly as he vanishes into the dark again, "I'll be right back and we'll get busy decorating your slutty body to make it look even more slutty." Jenny:I stand trapped to the wall by a makeshift cross, all open and defenceless. I am a broken woman, wide and accessible, powerless against him. I know I am to feel pain, that he will make me suffer, there is nothing I can do... A squeaking noise slowly approaches where she's stretched and helpless. A wheeled table squeaks into the light. On it is a stainless steel bowl, a bottle of Betadyne antibacterial soap, forceps with loops in the ends of the 'jaws' and a closed tray. He emerges into the light and says, "I asked you a question slut. Not answering it will give you an additional decoration."Want to answer it now or should I add another one slut?" Jenny:"Nooo!" I wail, sobbing uncontrollably. "Pleeeese don't. I'll do anything you want, just pleeeese don't hurt me anymore." "Tooo fucking late for that slut. You should have thought of that before making your failed try to escape."Now sexy slut you get to scream for me and be decorated like a slutty bitch should be decorated."I'm gonna pierce both nipples, your clit's hood and both pussy lips and decorate them with rings or barbells... and without the local usually used so that you feel every bit of each piercing. And I'll love your screams so let 'em rip when you're ready."If they start to hurt my ears I'll just gag you to muffle 'em a bit," he says as he stops in front of her and pinches and twists both nipples brutally."Yessss, sing for me like that you dumb slut," he laughs as she screams and he twists both again and stretches them until her breasts have been turned into cones of skin and flesh sticking straight out from her chest. Jenny:I screech as he twists and pulls cruelly on my nipples. He bows his head to my breast and takes my nipple in his mouth. Then I feel his teeth as he bites down and I scream again, bucking my entire body in the rack as he stretches my breast out in front of me.Laughing, he raises his face to mine. The tears are streaming down my face as he tauts me. All I can do is spit in his face, and he laughs back at me... He laughs as he uses a finger to slide her spittle into his mouth and sucks his finger to get it all."Dumb slut, aren't ya?"That's okay, I'll teach ya proper manners long before you leave me, if you ever do that is slut."Now you just hang around there on the cross like a good slut," he chuckles, "and watch me as I decorate you so you look like what you are, a fucktoy and slut, my plaything to fuck and hurt when and how I want to."He uses a gauze pad and Betadyne and throughly washes both nipples. The rough wet gauze pad stimulating them even more so they stay rock hard and throb a bit more.Then he pinches the tip of one nipple and stretches it as he lifts a needle and holds it where she can see it before slowly pushing it allll of the way through the base of her nipple just before it meets her crinkled and puckered areola. Then he lets it go and smiles as she tries to move making her tits jump and bounce.That is until he picks up another needle and pinches and pulls the other nipple to hold it in place. Again it's held in front of her face before being very slowly pushed through this one too and it's let go.And he smiles, and his cock hardens again as she screams and moves once again in a useless attempt to escape the pain from this piercing.(OOC: for story purposes all will be healed overnight unlike rt, okay Sandy) Jenny:OOC:IC:I screamed, watching my breast first elongate out in front of me as he stretched it, and then the needle pass through. I feel his erection moving up between my legs as he pulls my other breast out toward him,'My God! This is turning him on! He enjoys hurting me, it excites him!'And then the pain again as he pierces my other nipple.I scream and buck against him once more. It is futile. He takes a small stool from under the cart and sit on it right in front of her wide open pussy and looks up at her and grins very wickedly as he pinches and rolls her clit, strokes it until it can grown no longer nor any harder.It's swabbed with the soap and he picks up another needle as he pinches the hood of her clit and stretches the skin. He shows her the needle and then pushes it through the hood very slowly, as he did her nipples, and leaves it there. Sandy:“Noo! No! Please not there! Please I beg you, not there…”He grins up at me malevolently. I see him from the bottom of my eyes as my head remains fixed to the frame. I feel him fondling me, playing with my sex and then he is pulling me, extending my clit. I scream knowing what is to happen, though nothing has yet.Holding me, I watch his hand travel to the trolley and my eyes follow the needle before it disappears out of sight between my legs. The point pricks me briefly. Every muscle of my body tenses in readiness and then it stabs me, pushing through me slowly and the pain is like a hot iron. I scream again and don’t stop as he drags out the process of passing the needle through my tender flesh… "Ohhh fuck yesss, you scream so wonderfully slut. My cock's as hard as as steel bar just from listening to you."Now, since you chose not to answer my question instead of one pussy lip ring, you'll get to for each one."And for spitting on me, instead of two for each pussy lip you'll get three piercings and rings you dumb fucktoy slut."One at a time he picks up thicker and shorter ones, but just as sharp looking. With his other hand he picks up the forceps and holds both up for her to see."Now it begins slut. Scream all you want, but remember the last four rings, two on each pussy lip, are you're doing you dumb cunt."The forecps pinch on pussy lip tightly and he slowly pushes the needle through it from the inside out. When she's stopped screaming and is gasping for air he does the same across from the first needle.One at a time lip to lip the rest of the needles are pushed through her pussy lips from just below her hard clit to the bottoms of her pussy lips.He stands when he's finished and says to her, "Next comes the barbells and rings fuckmeat. Oh, just so ya know. The rings in your pussy lips will be used to lock you up for the night or while I'm away. If you want to try and escape all you'll have to do is rip them out of your lips to move around freely."I'll also use them to lock some toys into your fuckhole cunt when I want them there when I'm not around whore bitch." Jenny:It is all too much! I have screamed myself hoarse, the pain has set fire to my crotch which feels as though I have a ball of fire burning endlessly at the mouth of my vagina. All the time he keeps up a stream of abuse and filthy comments which I barely hear my mind is so numb with shock and pain. One at a time, just as slowly and just as sadistically as they were pushed through her nipples, the piercing needles are removed and replaced by barbells, "Now slut you're nipples will stay good and hard all of the time."Next he sits and removes the clithood needle and replaces it with a ring with a bead. The ring's snapped closed then slid through the hole in her hood so the closure is inside and the bead rests on her hard clit so it's constantly being rubbed and stimulated."Hope you like this one whore. It'll keep your clit really hard and your cunt wet for me allll of the time."Then one at a time each pussy lip needle it replaced by a golden ring that fits fairly snugly to the edge of her lip but leaves enough room to put a or clip in place.Standing again, "There, now you look like a right proper slutty whore bitch and fucktoy ready to be used any way I want and with things in place I can use to hurt you even if I'm not here so you don't forget me my slutty fuckmeat."He wheels the table away and comes back again, hard cock dripping pre-cum leading the way, "Is my fucktoy ready to give me a blowjob now?"Are you ready to suck my cock, to face fuck me with your cunt mouth and drink my cum?" Jenny:I shook my head without conviction. I knew I was about to do anything he damn well pleased. He freed my wrists and head, then my ankles. I wanted so much to press a hand to the hurt between my legs, to try and sooth some of the pain in my breasts, but he wouldn't let me.He span me around so my back faced him, forced my hands behind me and cuffed my wrists. He slapped my naked rump before spinning back to face him, his fingers pointed to his stiff cock and he grinned at me as I slowly sank to my knees before him.I leaned forward testingly, taking him slowly in my mouth and tasting his pre-cum. Gingerly I started to work my lips down his long hard shaft as I left his big hands close about my head... and in one of the hands is a pair of dental pliers he told her he'd use on her one tooth at a time until all were gone if there was even a hint that she'd bite his prick."Mmmm, yesss like that slut bitch."Keep it up. Lick me cocksucker and suck harder too."Face fuck yourself my lil cum drinking slut bitch and make me cum in your face's fuck hole." Jenny:Reluctantly I slid his cock in and out of my mouth, feeling the tip of him slip along the roof of my mouth to the back, where it started its return journey and I sucked, my tongue pressing against his underside.What started slowly picked up in rhythm until there was a sense of urgency about hios need. I had no control over it at all. My hands were bound behind my back and not set against his hips to offer resistance as his hands, locked about my head control everything. I was, just a thing to be used.His penis stiffened, I sensed him tense and braced myself for the stream that was to pump into my mouth... He fucked her face with his hands in her hair tipping her head back so he could see her face clearly and his cock skull fucking her. Now and then one knee or the other would nudge her freshly pierced nipple to make her moan so he could savior the vibrations.Finally he couldn't hold it any more. The sadistic pleasure from piercing and decorating her helpless body and now her sucking and licking mouth he was fucking were all he could take.He started to cum shooting the first big glob of jism into her sucking mouth so she'd taste it for quite awhile. Then he pulled out his cock and stroked it so he could cum on her up turned face as his other hand kept it in place. Several streams shot out of his piss slit onto her forehead, one on her nose and onto an eye and another onto her cheek.Then his cock was used to spread his spunk all over her face like a face cream as he laughed, "Wear my cum as well as swallowing it you cocksucking bitch whore."Now lick and suck my cock clean. Get it all off and swallow it all you whore slut." Jenny:Warm sperm flooded my mouth, and then he pulled out, spilling his seed over my face. I screwed my eyes shut tightly, feeling his slick fluid spread across my face. Using his cock, he spread it around my face, I could smell his disgusting mess and though I tried to pull away, his hand held my head firm."Now lick and suck my cock clean. Get it all off and swallow it all you whore slut."I took his semi-limp cock in my mouth and sucked him clean, working his foreskin back so that I could clean the head of his cock. It was vile, degrading, but the consequences of not complying were unimaginable. "That's it do a good job so I don't have ta punish you for screwing up again my lil cocksucking whore cumfaced bitch."I hope you like the smell and taste fuckface 'cause you're gonna get it a lot I promise ya."When you're done kiss the tip of my prick and then lick and suck my balls clean too then, when you've finished that, stand up with your shoulders back and legs apart."That's how you'll aways stand when I'm here with you cumslut so I can see and touch as much or where I want to." I did as he asked, kissing the tip of his penis and slowly playing my tongue along his now limp cock until I could reach in and take each of his testicles in my mouth.I stood up and faced him, bracing my shoulders back and parting my legs that he might have access to my throbbing and painful sex... "Very well done slut whore."Keep it up and you'll be screaming less than most others have by this time."I'm going upstairs to get some sleep bitch. Want a drink and to use a bathroom before I put you where you'll spend the night?" Jenny:I nod my head, I need a drink and to wash away the taste of him that lingers in my mouth... *Smack!* Her left tit is slapped.*Smack!* Her right tit is slapped."Nodding is not answering me. You were asked questions so answer me fuckmeat or we can teach you another lesson before I go to bed if necessary," he says anger and cruelty shining in his eyes. Jenny:"Ow! Ye-Ow!" I yell out twice in pain as he slaps first one breast, then the other before I can answer."Y-yes please." I stammer. "I think Sir or my Master would sound good."Try them cunt and I'll decide and as you nuzzle my cock and use your mouth to worship the cock that will be fucking you for a long time." Jenny:"Yes sir." I whimpered, dropping down to my knees once more to face his cock. It hung limply before me which made it difficult to control without the use of my hands. Nonetheless I leaned forward and kissed his penis, nuzzling my face into his groin so I could reach past to kiss his testicles, one at a time.I had no idea if what I was doing was what was expected of me, but judging from the response of his cock, he was enjoying it... "Good fucktoy. You and I will have a lot of time to fuck and suck in the days and nights ahead of us."Now stand up and turn around so I can unclip your wrist cuffs. I think you deserve not to have to lay on them all night, this time slut."When she obeys he unfastens the clip holding the cuffs together then leads her by the hand to a cage in the darkness. It's sides, ends and top are squares of welded steel and the bottom is plastic with a pad on it."In your cage slut pet and on your back. Put your ankles at the top and bend your knees to your knees are there too. Hands to the sides and stay that way until I get back," he says as he walks away leaving her to obey. Jenny:I turned around so he could unfasten the cuffs at my back. Taking my hand he leads me from the pool of light that has been illuminating me. I tread nervously in the black unfamiliar surroundings.He stops, I hear something metallic squeak in the darkness and am just able to make out some form of cage set low on the floor in front of us."In your cage slut pet and on your back. Put your ankles at the top and bend your knees so your knees are there too. Hands to the sides and stay that way until I get back."Miserably I drop down onto my knees and crawl inside the metal cage, well aware of the presentation I am offering of my naked bottom. I get inside and manage to turn myself over so I am lying on my back on a faux fleece pad which offers some insulation against the floor.Reluctantly I draw my knees up to the bars above me, bringing my feet up too, so I am lying with my knees parted widely and my sex is fully exposed and accessible. Nervously I lay my hands down beside me... He returns carrying two wooden poles and sets them on top of the cage.Then leaning inside a rope and clip is attatched to the rings on the sides of her collar and the ends of the ropes passed out through the rectangular openings on the sides of the cage.Her hands are moved above her head and crossed there then the cuff rings are clipped to the bars there to keep them in place. Backing out a bit each leg's bent back further to rise her ass and pussy for full and prominent display and each ankle cuff ring is clipped to the corner where the top meets the side.Backing out of the cage he pushes one of the wooden poles through the opening on one side under her knees and out the other side so they can't be lowered at all and the second bar crosses the cage in the same way at the tops of her knees to hold her in that position until they're removed.A legnth of rope drops from the top at the inside of her knee and the end is pushed out the side and tied there snugly, but not tightly and then the same is done on the other side so her knees can't be slide inward at all. The ropes to the rings on her collar are tied to the bars effectively fastening her head in place, although with a bit of slack to allow minimum movement. Then he closes the door and locks it."Be right back fucktoy. Two last things to do before I get some sleep, and perhaps you do too," he chuckles.He returns carring two more poles, but, unlike the first two immobilizing her legs, these have something attatched to the ends.When he's finally close enough she sees that each has a fake cock, a dildo on it. One is long and fat and the other one is long and thin and both shine in the backsplash of light from the other end of the room where she'd been.He kneels at the door and says as one at a time is pushed, twisted and worked into her, fat one in her cunt and thin on in her ass both as far in as they'll go, "I lubed them for you so you can enjoy them as much as you want fucktoy."I'll fasten them in place and you'll sleep with both holes filled or you can fuck your cunt and ass with them if you wish. Either way you'll be ready for me when I come back again."Each pole is clamped to the cage door and he stands silently looking down at her for several minutes before saying, "I'm going to enjoy you a whole lot slut, a whole lot."Then he turns and shuts off the light at the far end of the room and turns on a single one over the cage so she's clearly visible in her caged bondage with toys in both of her sex holes.The barred door opens and closes. The lock clicks shut. His footsteps go up the stairs and the upper door opens and closes leaving her alone with her thoughts and the fake cocks filling her.Time passes, how long she has no idea then his voice says through speakers, "I'm laying in bed now slut and watching you on closed circuit TV. As I am I'm thinking of alll of the things I'll do to and with you and have to do for and to me."See you later my fucktoy slut." There's a click and silence fills the room once again... well other than the sounds she makes or what she says that is. Jenny:The world has gone mad! I must have died and not realised, for here I am in hell as a sex toy for the devil himself. The slightest movement, even a deep breath, and I can feel those… thosethingsinside me. But at least I am alone now, out of harms way, safe in the darkness until he returns to abuse and use me once more.It’s so cramped with my legs raised up and spread wide open, and so uncomfortable. I try to move and thosethingsinside me make their presences known. In a horrible sort of way they are nice, though I don’t like the one in my bum – if I can just move a fraction more I could… Ohm! That’s better!I bite my lower lip, gently rocking my pelvis; there’s hardly any movement in it, but I can feel it and it’s so nice. It’s like one of those special moments when you’re in bed on your own and your fingers start to tease, where you feel you can go for hours and hours. It’s not earth shattering, it’s just nice. I feel the other one slicking up, lubricated by my own juices secreting from my vagina down onto thethingin my bottom.My pelvis continues to rock ever so gently, I feel my sore nipples harden and I drift off to sleep feeling nice and warm… He showers and prepares the tape to run continuously while he's away. The TV mounted in the ceiling above her will play it constantly until he returns and shuts it off again.He showers and dresses, turns on the tape and leaves to take care of some errands and see if the TENS unit and Violet Wand he ordered have arrived at his post office box.Now when she wakes up she'll get to see everything that happened to her last night over and over and over again. The only thing missing will be the sound that he didn't turn on, that'll come another time and the other video recorder will capture all of her expression, actions and reactions as she watches from her cage. Jenny:A light flickered above me, waking me with a violent start. Instantly I am aware of two things – this was not a dream, I am here, it is very real and thosethingswere really inside me. The flickering screen above me draws my attention, horrified I realise that I am watching myself, standing alone in a pool of light, taking my clothes off.I watched the whole spectacle over and over, in a continuous cycle. At first I wept as I witnessed the whole thing unfold before me on the screen above. Then, strangely, I found it oddly erotic and I caught myself gently rocking my pelvis again to the stimulus of the twothingsinside me. After a while it simply became plain boring and I closed my eyes and slept. Many hours later he returns home and takes a shower before going to the kitchen and fixing himself something to eat he makes Corned Beef Hash and fries a couple of eggs and a piece of toast then mixes it all in a large dog bowl. Into another bowl he pours a healthy amount of milk.Then carefully carrying both he goes downstairs and turns on the other lights to brightly illuminate the cage where his sexy bitch is laying looking at the TV with a bored look on her face."Hello for tody fuckmeat. I'm home and have your food already for you and a nice cold drink too," he says as he puts down the bowls and goes into the circle of light to stand looking down at her."Like seeing yourself on TV fucktoy? How do you like being the star in your own person porno movie," he asks as he squats to unfasten the poles holding the dildoes in her cunt and ass and begins fucking her with them both at the same time as she's answering his question. Jenny:I hear his arrival and immediately fill with apprehension. I can't turn my head to see him as the lights go up and he starts with his filthy language, but the mention of food and especially a drink, has my attention. My tongue feels dry and swollen, I can't wait, but I remain calm - mustn't give him leverage."Like seeing yourself on TV fucktoy? How do you like being the star in your own person porno movie?""Not much." I reply.He starts playing with thethingsinside of me, slowly pulling them out before easing them back in again... "Well maybe you will before you leave, if you do cunt 'cause I'm getting it all on tape. Every single bit of it, including my fucking your whore's cunt and ass right now."Bet it looks fucking hot and nasty as they slide in and out of your fuck holes and your cunt is starting to get good and juicy," he says chuckling as he moves them faster and starts to twist them in her holes each time they're buried in her. Jenny:Screwing my eyes shut tight I bit my lower lip. I really didn't want him to know how hot his ministrations were making me. I'd had thosethingsinside me for hours, gently rocking myself back and forth, keeping myself hot, just off the boil for a long time...Now, I gasped, it was a battle of wills and one I was destined to lose in a big way. I heard myself moan, trying not to succumb, another gasp. My body was responding, trying to push back to meet it moving in. I moaned again, almost a sob of defeat as the deep fire in the pit of my belly roared out..."You pig." I sobbed, and then I was lost. The flame of passion rose and I had to respond, grunting like an animal as I thrust back at him urging him onwards to my orgasmic release. "Perhaps I am but you're the slutty whore bitch in heat fucking back on the fake cocks in your cunt and ass..... aren't you fucktoy cumslut," he asks as he drives both in harder and holds them there twisting both and moving them in circles as much as possible to stretch both holes wider. Jenny:“Yesss!” I wept. My mind screamed’No!’though my body defied me, soaring to new heights as it pressed on. I hated myself for being so debased and weak. I hated him for what he had done to me, for what he was doing to me…My body went rigid and I rode the crest of my enforced orgasm. "Ohhhh yeahhhhh slut bitch. That'll look great on tape," he says as he pulls the toys away from her and out of the cage.The door's opened and he moves it to unfasten her wrists and ankles from where they've been restrained all night. Back out of the cage the poles are pulled out and her knees untied, "Now slut crawl out of there."It's time to have something to eat and drink before I start to have some more fun with you and I'm gonna have a lot of fun today and tonight I promise you," he says as he chuckles and smiles wickedly, cruelly at her through the top of the cage.

Nightmare (invitation only)

Selfish (OPEN TO 1 GUY- PM FIRST!)

Thread now closed for Mephy and LitShark.​Her mother had always told her to never talk to strangers, to stay away from odd vans, to not take candy from curious men.... The warnings every mother gave their young daughters.Danielle Kaufmantook her mother's words to heart all through her childhood, but as a college student, she figured that she had a well-enough sense of those around her that could and couldn't be trusted. Her judgment thus far had been pretty good, only a few mistakes on boyfriends that ended up being the epitome of an asshole or a couple of friends that were only out to have fun at her expense.Case in point: her current situation.Standing outside the college library, huddled beneath the leather coat pulled taut over her head to act as an umbrella against the increasing downpour, she was waiting for two supposed girlfriends to come back around to pick her up.They had promised to be here an hour ago."Crap." With a hard sigh, she kicked at one of the broken bits of brick on the sidewalk, moving cautiously around the developing puddles to peek further down the drive. Maybe the storm held them up. Maybe they needed gas...Maybe they had flat off ditched her.Danielle frowned once again, reaching for her cell phone- Only to get drenched by a van that pulled up a little too closely to the curb. She gave a horrified cry, dropping her phone at the frigid splash that left her thin white button-up soaked, clinging to her skin and pastel bra beneath. Her jeans were no better; doused in water and just as clingy. She was already freezing from the water, shivering as the van's sliding side door opened."Oh, SHIT! I'm sorry! Jesus, Mark- You fuckin' DRENCHED her! I told you that was too close!" The guy who opened the door began to shout both out the door and into the van, a softer tone in reference to Danielle and a far more annoyed voice to his friend at the wheel. "Were you waitin' for someone? Here, get in with us- this storm is going to get even worse. We got hit coming on the highway, and that was a friggin' flood. You need a ride? It's the least we can do because of dipshit here.""I- My friends should be here soon," She replied hesitantly, pointing back up the driveway."At least come get warmed up. I can see you shivering from here. Look, I even have a blanket. We'll wait with you." The guy smiled at her, holding up a fuzzy old brown blanket. "They should be here soon, right? Where's the better place to wait, in a warm van or in the rain?"He had a point. "I guess... getting warmed up isn't going to hurt anything..." She went over to the van, taking his offered hand and stepping inside. There were two others; the driver- who he had called Mark... and another guy in the passenger seat. She smiled hesitantly at them, taking a seat next to the one who helped her inside as he wrapped the blanket around her. "Thanks, guys. It was getting kinda cold out there.""...So I see...," Mark mumbled under his breath, his eyes locked on the rearview and Danielle's chest."Fucker." The man next to her slapped him in the back of the head. "Ignore him. He's a dick." He smiled again, placing a hand rather uncomfortably on her shoulder before leaning in a bit closer. "You're okay, though, right? He didn't, like, hit you or nothin', did he? I'll fuckin' kill him if he actually hurt you.""Um.. No.. Just- Just wet. Really... really wet." Danielle smiled again, now a bit nervous. Maybe getting in here was a bad idea..."Good." He grinned again, his other hand raising to pull down the blanket covering her arm. A sudden pinching pain in her skin caused her to yelp out, Danielle glaring at him as she tried to shove away, spotting now the small syringe in his hand. She fell against the side of the van, her head reeling as the man pulled her back up onto the seat. "Hey, hey, it's ok. Like I said.. I won't hurt you... Now go to sleep... It's ok..." Kelvin, Mark and ShaggyKelvin lifted Danielle's slender wrist, his skilled fingertips settling quickly on a pulse. The young med student retracted the needle once he was sure that Danielle was merely sedated, but not dead. Still, she wasn't out of the woods yet, her skin was ice cold and becoming paler by the second, in her current state her body couldn't do much to fend off hypothermia on its own.Whipping the blanket off the girl's shoulders, Kelvin began wrestling with the soaked sleeves of her leather coat. The clinging wet leather made it clear to Kel why EMTs cut the clothes off of people. Since time was always a factor in saving lives Kelvin tore open the front of her soaking blouse, using that garment to wedge her coat down her arms."What the fuck bro?" Mark shouted back from the driver's seat. "Don't start the party without me and Shaggs! Wait till I find us a place to park.""You dumb-ass, she's going to freeze to death if I don't get these wet clothes off her. The morphine makes it a lot harder for her body to insulate itself and she's already freezing. If I don't get her warmed up we'll all be fucked." Kelvin insisted, struggling now with her jeans. "Besides, it doesn't bode well for my medical career if my first sojourn into anesthesiology ends with a hypothermia death. Turn that heater up too.""Yeah, yeah, sure. Hide behind your medical mumbo-jumbo if it makes you feel better." Mark sneered, adjusting his rear view mirror to get a better look at Danielle in her damp bra and panties. "Just don't wreck her too much before I get my turn."Kelvin finally got Danielle's clinging jeans off her body, wrapping her tighter in the blanket, rubbing his hands vigorously up and down her arms and legs, desperately trying to keep the blood flowing. Despite his best efforts Kelvin noticed Danielle's beauty, looking at her for the first time as more than a patient. If he were a weaker man, Mark might have had cause for worrying about what he was doing to her."How did you assholes talk me into this?" Kelvin sighed, now wrapping Danielle's hair up in a dry towel. "We're just going to show her some fun right? Make her wear our school colors, take her to the game and then we let her go... That's still the plan right?""Oh my God Kel, stop being such a fucking pussy!" Mark snapped from the driver's seat. "Yes, that's still the plan. Just relax, you did great, things are going perfectly."Mark finally found refuge in the five story parking structure just opposite the football field, parking the van in a dark corner where the light was busted. Outside, lightning lit up the sky and thunder followed immediately, seeming to shake the parking structure itself.Kelvin tried to calm himself, still busy rubbing and drying Danielle's gorgeous body. He watched her sleeping, wondering what she was like, what she studied, who she was waiting for, if she had a boyfriend. Questions whirled through his mind, but the most important question lingered at the back of his mind, the answer too terrifying to seek out. Would she be okay with what they were doing to her?"Alright, party time!" Mark sneered, leaning over his seat and throwing the sides of the blanket open. "Let's see what she's got going on under the tacky bra." Danielle could hear voices. She wasn't quite sure who they were, her head swimming and her stomach in knots. Every bump of the vehicle made it even worse, a light moan coming from her as she opened her eyes. They couldn't focus that well, barely able to make out the shapes before her. Someone leaning over her, talking to her- No. Not her. Someone else.What had happened? All she remembered was a van, and the rain, and some guy...Had she gotten hit? That didn't seem right. Shouldn't she be hurting if she had gotten hit?Her vision finally cooperated, seeing the man leaned over her as another suddenly lurched out from the driver's side, grabbing onto the blanket wrapped about her and trying to throw it off. She pulled away with that, nearly falling off the bench seat as she tried to sit up, tugging the blanket tightly closed.That turned out to be a bad idea. Sitting up made her head spin, nearly throwing up with the sudden motion. "Holy shit...," She gasped, her normally pale face turning an even whiter shade, her lips holding a blueish hue as they trembled. She looked back up to the man nearest her, shaking as she glanced to the other two with him.Now she remembered. The puddle, the nice guy, the needle-He did it, the one with her jeans laying next to her.Wait, her jeans- Where'd her clothes go?!She tightened her grip on the blanket a bit more, her eyes wide as she tried to breathe. Her throat felt so tight, like breathing through a clogged hose... Between the fear and whatever had been in that injection, she felt like she was going to pass out. The one had been feeling her up, his buddy wanting to join in- God, she really had made a terrible decision, hadn't she?"D-Don't... Please, don't...," She whispered out, shaking her head quickly, only to give another light moan. That had been a bad idea too, making that queasy feeling even worse. Her stomach felt like it was buried in her throat, ready to escape out of her mouth at any moment. She had to close her eyes a moment, trying to control that terrible feeling. "I ... I don't know what- what you want but..." She trailed off, still trying to get her breath. Talking was hard; it winded her with just half a sentence, and the chill that ran through her refused to leave. She was getting dizzy again. "Hey, hey, relax. We're not going to hurt you alright?" Kelvin said, his voice calm and soothing. "We're not going to make you do anything you don't want to either, okay? Here, have another blanket. You want some water? Shaggy, get this poor girl some water."Mark made a face at Kelvin's tender approach. In his mind the whole point of this prank was to make her do things she didn't want to do. As Shaggy passed back a bottle of cold water from the cooler, Mark decided to speak up."Here you go baby, enjoy that." Mark smirked, passing the water bottle back as Kelvin went back to rubbing Danielle's arms to try and warm her. "What's your name anyway Sweetie?"While Mark did his best to keep his darker urges in check, Kelvin opened the bottle of water for Danielle. Drinking too much at once might make her throw up, instead he poured a little bit of the water into the cap, gently holding the tiny cup to her discolored lips."There you go, drink slowly now. Good girl." Kelvin cooed in her ear gently. "You ought to be warming up a little, you want the heater up more?"Without waiting for a reply, Shaggy turned the heater in the van up as high as it would go. Mark took over the duty of rubbing Danielle's extremities, taking a much more sensual approach, even nuzzling his face into the nape of her neck. Kelvin poured another cap full of water for their captive just as Shaggy turned back with a freshly rolled joint."I know what's gonna make her feel better." She wasn't sure what to do. The one guy seemed rather worried about her, but... why was she even in this van with them? At the mention of water, she gave a slight nod, closing her eyes for a moment. "P-please," she agreed, her throat now reminding her of just how dry it was. When she reopened her eyes, the bottle was before her, Danielle's shaking hands reaching up to take it. The one guy was rubbing her arms again, Danielle stiffening up a bit at his touch and trying to yank away.Nope. Felt ill again. She swallowed down the terrible taste in her mouth, fumbling at the cap on the water, only to have it taken away by the guy with his hands on her.He opened it for her, offering a little up for her. She sipped at it, still looking leerily to the carmates up front. "D-Danielle. My name's.... Danielle," she finally answered, her mouth cooperating well enough to get it out. She was now incredibly confused. What on earth was going on here? What were these guys doing? The one said they didn't want to hurt her or make her do anything... So what was all this about?The driver traded with the man giving her water, his hands far less soft compared to the other's as he rubbed her arms and shoulders, Danielle instead trying to keep focused on the water given to her. It made that nasty feeling in her stomach go away, even if Mark's hands and odd way of trying to 'help' started to dredge it back up.She glanced up as the third guy turned around, her eyes falling to the rolled paper in his fingers. She started to say something, only to jump in the seat slightly as Mark buried in against her neck once more. He was starting to push the line of oddly helping to being a creepy pervert. Sitting up for another sip of the water, the blanket fell from her shoulders, resting in a slight pile about her thighs. It was starting to get warmer in the car, making Danielle's shaking finally stop as she finished the drink.Her eyes fell on the window cling on the van's side window, over the water guy's shoulder. Wait. It was for a college, but-"I... I thought you guys were from Rockland too...," she stated curiously, looking to the guy with the water. "Fuck Rockland!" Mark exclaimed through a lungful of thick smoke. "We're from East Rock U., here for the football game tomorrow. "Our East Rock Marauders are gonna make your guys weep tomorrow.""Yeah, and see we all brought you along as sort of a joke. We're gonna buy your ticket and everything, you just have to wear our team colors." Kelvin smiled, trying to cover for his friend's insensitive bluster. "We'll have drinks and Bar-B-Q and have a blast. Sound like fun?"Kelvin took hold of Danielle's wrist once more, checking her pulse. Mark, on the other hand, had his eyes glued on Danielle's newly exposed body. Kelvin had left her in her bra and panties, out of modesty, but when that blanket fell Mark lost all of his. Mark's hand crept over Danielle's stomach and he began nibbling on her earlobe."I think I'm in love with you baby, don't break my heart." Mark whispered softly in between gentle nibbles and slow licks. "Stick with us, I promise you won't regret it."Kelvin was visibly uncomfortable with his friend's overt displays of affection. Kelvin blushed slightly when he realized that he was still holding Danielle's wrist in his hand and had unknowingly placed her hand on his inner thigh. He jumped in awkward surprise and threw her hand away from his leg with one hand and splashed her with the water in his other hand."Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Kelvin exclaimed."Jesus Kel, you're such a brute." Mark reprimanded, tossing down the drenched joint and lighter. "You splashed our lovely guest and you put the joint out too! What would have happened if this was a surgery? That person would be dead as disco. You fucking klutz! I'm sorry about that my love, let me take care of that."Mark smiled, his good looks frightening and polished through meticulous routines for his skin, hair and body. While Mark's blue eyes dazzled the auburn haired beauty, his hand grabbed a purple and gold ERU towel, draping it over his flat palm. Mark's hand cupped Danielle's breast, gently cupping and squeezing one then the other through the fluffy towel."How does that feel? Better I'll bet." East Rock? Danielle gave a puzzled look to the water-holding fellow, a rather disgusted quick glance being given in the process to the more grabby-handed guy behind her. "I-I dunno...," She started hesitantly, shaking her head. "I mean, I've never been big on the games anyway, but..."Mark's breath was warm, and had a rather peculiar scent to it now as he leaned in closer to her ear and began toying with it. Another light shake of her head, her eyes closing as she cleared her throat. This was getting far more than just weird, it was beginning to push back into the scary zone once again. It made her completely forget what she was trying to say. That, and the smoke extruding from Mark's mouth wasn't helping much.She let out a surprised yelp as the other guy suddenly drenched her with the bottle of water, starting to sit up hastily as Mark yelled at him. He may have been rather 'hands-on', but he did seem to care on how wet she had gotten. "Um... th-thanks," She replied softly, a confused and embarrassed meek voice coming from her as his hands took up the towel to help. As the soft terrycloth moved over her skin, a gentle moan managed to leave her lips, a quick trace of color finding its way back to her cheeks. Oh god, had she actually just-?!"You're warm," She noted in response to his question, the words uttered quickly in even more embarrassment in an attempt to explain the noise, though refused to look at him for very long. She still felt a little out of it, but now she wasn't a hundred percent certain on where that came from. Watching the towel in his hand, she finally gave a light sigh. "You just- this little team swapping thing and I can go back home, right?," She asked after a moment, only to look back down at Mark's hands and placing her own atop his. "It's really- I can't think right with you doing that...," she mumbled, shaking her head once again as her legs shifted against the seat. "I'll wear.. I'll wear what you want. I just wanna get dry...." Mark grinned and licked his lips when Danielle moaned and responded to his "drying" technique, paying little heed to her meek objections. As her hand slipped over Mark's the young man simply countered be reaching his other hand behind her back and unclasping her bra, lightly trailing his fingertips up and down her spine. Mark also pressed his body closer to Danielle's his leg crossing over her knee and gently pulling her thighs open more.Meanwhile Kelvin continued trying to play peacekeeper."That's great news... Danielle!" Kelvin smiled earnestly, sneaking a peek at her driver's license, mixed in with her soaked clothes. "Yes, tomorrow night you'll be safely back in your own bed. I'm really glad you're being cool about this."Kelvin tried really hard to stay positive and continue looking delighted despite the fact that Mark was acting more and more "uncool" with this poor drugged girl. Kelvin knew that the morphine was still in her system and the small moans and favorable answers were influenced by the drug, but Mark just heard what he wanted to hear and was currently in the process of removing her last bastian of clothing with his teeth.Holding the shoulder strap of Danielle's bra between his teeth, Mark slid the flimsy piece of fabric down her arms slowly, allowing his lips to drag along her cold skin. The towel wrapped hand slipped under the cup easily, now that the pastel garment was unfastened. Soaking up the last bits of trapped rainwater on her upper body, Mark squeezed, lifted and kneeded the soft flesh. Once the breast was dry, Mark's thumb and index finger gently slid inward, meeting at the nipple to gently capture it between two terrycloth agitators.As Mark gently squeezed and rolled the nipple about within the towel, he pulled a bit more with his leg, forcing Danielle's thighs open a bit wider. He grinned triumphantly over at Kelvin."We'll get you nice and dry Danielle, its just that Dr. Dipshit over there didn't get you out of the rest of your wet clothes," Mark said softly, just above a whisper. "I know that I'll have you feeling nice and warm in no time."Still smiling, Mark removed his hand from Danielle's back to reach into his back pocket. Pulling out a tiny blue pill, Mark slipped it into his mouth, biting down with his molars before sliding his bare hand against the side of Danielle's face, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. Though she resisted slightly at first, Mark pinched a little tighter on her hardened nub through the towel, and when she opened her mouth to sigh or scream or whatever Mark slid his ecstasy coated tongue into her mouth. His tongue slid against hers, lifting it from the bottom of her mouth to dance with his own, transferring the vast majority of the drug into her mouth.When the kiss broke at last Mark spoke."It's settled then!" Mark grinned. "You'll do what we tell you, no questions asked, then we take you back home. It was even sealed with a kiss. Shaggy, let's crack a few beers to celebrate and toast to our newest friend."Um, Mark... I don't know if beer is the best thing for her right..." Kelvin tried to object."C'mon Doogie Houser, stop being such a pussy!" Mark answered, opening Danielle's beer and handing it to her. All the while teasing and squeezing her tit between towel clad fingers. Danielle smiled slightly as the one guy confirmed that it was just a little one night thing, that she'd be back in her dorm room and settled into a warm bed after the game was over. That sounded good right now. A chance to lay down, get some sleep, cozy down into the warm sheets and-"Oh..."Mark's hands were at it again. Trying so hard to be helpful, keeping so busy, doing his best to try and warm her up in his own way... As they undid her bra, she felt his lips against her skin once again, offering warm breaths to heat her up. "W-Waitaminute...," She mumbled out, listening as he explained in a whisper in her ear, his body guiding hers into a more comfortable position.Or was it? It didn't feel that comfortable. It felt... odd.No, wait... Maybe it was. His hands were certainly helping to make her feel better, even if it did feel a little weird. He was just... being helpful, right? Yeah. Helpful."Nice and warm," She echoed, looking up at Mark for a moment, spooked slightly as he placed a hand against her cheek. His sudden kiss threw her off even more, a quick frightened noise coming from her as she slapped her hand down on his shoulder, trying to pull away from his exploring tongue. She gasped as he let go, gagging slightly at the rather nasty taste that lingered in the back of her throat. What the hell-?He had been drinking something, hadn't he? Maybe it was still on his breath, on his tongue... She ran her own tongue against the roof of her mouth, coughing slightly still as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Whatever it was, she didn't like it."Y-yeah..."Wait, what? Something he said managed to linger in her ears, not sounding quite right- but she couldn't place it.The mention of a beer received a nod in reply, wanting to get that weird taste to go away. "I'm... I'm fine," She replied, reaching out for the drink Mark offered to her. His wandering hands no longer felt so strange; in fact, she rather... enjoyed them. The towel he ran against her skin was not only helping to warm her up from the outside, but the inside as well.Or maybe it was the alcohol.Or the way he kept fondling her.Whatever. Mark placed the beer in Danielle's hand still using the towel to tease her breasts and stiff nipples. When she took the offered drink Mark's bare hand slid slowly and deliberately down her midsection meandering its way to the waistband of her panties, still slightly damp from the rainwater and Danielle's uncontrollable arousal. When Mark's fingertips slid under the elastic waistband of Danielle's panties, the air that escaped felt like an oven door being opened.Ignoring Danielle's apparent apprehension, Mark slid his warm fingertips through the soft patch of pubic hair until his fingertip encountered the thin flesh hood that overlapped her clit. Little by little Mark's finger tugged and teased at the small hood exposing more and more of the small hardening nub.When Mark's index finger curled around the underside of Danielle's exposed clit, her entire body reacted to the sensation. Using the very tip of his middle finger, Mark pushed under the hood, pressing her aroused clit back into the teasing agitation of his index finger. Rolling the little ball of nerve endings between his two fingers, Mark slid the towel over to her other breast, using the same unique technique to be absolutely certain that her nipple was completely dry."Maybe it'd be better if I warmed you up with my mouth." Mark whispered, his lips lightly brushing the edge of Danielle's ear. She managed to get another sip of the beer past her lips before nearly choking on it, coughing as it slid down her thoat and shifting in the seat. Mark's hands were getting rather- brave. Still coughing lightly on the beer that trickled into her throat, she shook her head slightly, her hand reaching up to find his cheek. "H-hey... Cut- cut that out...," she grumbled crossly, though her legs pushed and pulled themselves along the van seat at the feel of his warm hands against her cool flesh, anxious for warmth and relief from his 'helpful' teasings.As her panties were pulled from her skin, she gave a light squeak of a noise, her head still shaking as she started to sit up-But his quick to explore fingers ended that attempt. Danielle let out a soft gasp, her knees immediately locking tightly together as she closed her eyes. Oh god, that felt so good. His fingers were so unbelievably warm, toying and teasing, stoking the furnace inside her..."S-Stop," She mumbled once again, though it was shrouded with another light moan. Her knees fell from their stiffened hold, collapsing like a rag doll against the seat as one foot fell against the floor. Her back curled towards him, her hips lifting slightly to accomodate his hand beneath the wet fabric.What was she arguing about again...?The thought was almost completely shoved from her mind as Mark used the towel along her other breast, drying and playing while his other hand stayed occupied beneath her drenched panties.Warmed her up... His breath on her ear made her shiver once again, his fingers doing well to keep her warm elsewhere."Mphnn." Danielle simply nodded, her attempt at an actual reply seeming to lose itself before even leaving her lips. Her head was swimming. So much, so quickly- All she knew that had any real relevance was that Mark was making everything that seemed so bad vanish with his touch. She wanted more of that. He was making it better..."Please," She finally managed to coherently pronounce, her head nuzzling in against his neck. Her voice was shaking, her breath catching in the same place that the drink he had given her had seemed to lodge as well. Mark flashed a confident smirk in Kelvin’s direction as Danielle leaned against his body and begged for whatever it was he was offering. Mark’s fingers pressed together, faintly squeezing the exposed clit between his two fingers and gently rubbing back and forth, causing the little nub to bob up and down from one side to the other between his fingers.“Well since you asked so nicely…” Mark sighed, letting his tongue drag lightly around the edge of Danielle’s ear.Mark tossed the purple and gold towel to Kelvin, letting his tongue weave its way down Danielle’s long neck, pausing only slightly on her pronounced collarbone, long enough to lavish it with oral attention. At last, Mark’s teeth began to drag from the top and bottom of Danielle’s collarbone, meeting in the middle for one agonizingly brief moment before moving down to lap at her breasts.Kelvin bit his tongue, holding the towel between clenched fists as he watched his friend maul the girl who had just recently been a stranger. It was useless to deny the feelings Kelvin had for Danielle, but for now those feelings were little more than footnotes to the scene which was transpiring from one moment to the next.By now Mark was busy lapping and suckling on Danielle’s left tit. He sucked it loudly between his lips, making so much noise that it was mostly for the benefit of his frat brothers in the van, rather than the woman on whom he was suckling.Next Mark’s tongue wove its way down Danielle’s toned stomach, following the line of muscular definition down the center of her body. By now her bra was hanging from one shoulder like some broken harlot.When Mark came face to face with Danielle’s hot leaking gash. His fingers pushed her damp wet panties to one side, allowing his tongue to creep down, gently circling and exploring Danielle’s erect clit. The tip of Mark’s tongue nudged its way under the hood, dragging his hot bumpy tongue over the smooth surface of Danielle’s clit.As Danielle reacted to Mark’s willful and precise ministrations, Kelvin took the opportunity to grasp her hand in his own. Using his hand to guide her face until she was looking him in the eyes, Kelvin spoke to Danielle with sincere concern in his voice.“Are you sure this is okay?” Kelvin asked. “I could make him stop.”“Cock block!” Shaggy called from the passenger’s seat, already pointing his camera phone at the scene developing in the back seat. Danielle moaned into his ear, clinging to him as if he was the only thing keeping her from drowning- in whatever it was that was surrounding her. She wasn't sure on what was going on anymore, only that he had agreed to help her. What was it she needed help with again?She cried out, a loud and deep howl that was driven out by his touch against her flesh, a slight surprised and pleasured mixture as he teased and played. She was nearly panting as he ran his tongue against her ear, letting her fingers pull free of his shoulders before falling back slightly against the seat. The other guys were vaguely there to her, but seemed so distant- like they were seen through different eyes. Mark was real. He was right there; she could feel him, smell him, as he moved his still-alcohol-soaked tongue along her neck.Her eyes closed as his warm, wet mouth met with her breast, helping to heat her once again. A light moan left her once again, her arm falling off the seat lazily as she leaned her head back. Something inside her still insisted that something was wrong- but she barely acknowledged it. This felt good. How was it wrong? Something good wasn't bad; that just didn't make any sense."Hnyaa-!" Danielle's leg thrust down against the back of the seat as Mark's tongue replaced his fingers, gasping out loudly at the new sensation that he aused to burn through her. After having been so cold a few minutes ago, the heat of his warm tongue was incredible. She whimpered out as he ran it against her flesh, her hips shifting upward to beg for more.She glanced upward with rather lost eyes as a hand took her own, the Water Guy reaching down to direct her gaze fully at him. A question- something- God, she could barely even hear him, so lost in what Mark had done and continued to do.No answer.Instead, she closed her eyes once again, another moan digging at her throat as her free hand clung onto the back of the seat. "No...," She mumbled out finally, shaking her head. "He- I don't- Ohhh GOD...." Her sentences were scrambled, trying to start a new thought before even finishing the first. It was hard to think, even without Mark's added distraction. How Sweet the SoundMark grinned, even with his face pushing farther between Danielle’s spread legs. His tongue rolled and spun over her tiny swollen clit, even curling around the underside to squeeze it lightly. Danielle’s melodic voice, hoarse with lust, echoed through the small van in response to Mark’s every action. She was losing herself more and more with each swipe of Mark’s skilled, hot tongue.It was moments like these that Mark liked to think of his sexual partners as musical instruments, cherishing the symphony of sounds which escaped as he played the keys.Reaching for the high notes now, Mark wrapped his lips around Danielle’s clit, sucking it loudly into his mouth then lashing his tongue against it once the suction pulled it into his mouth. Just between his parted teeth Mark’s tongue went wild, moving from one side of his mouth to the other as quickly as he could. As if that wasn’t enough, Mark slid two fingers through the hot trickle of juices until they found her silken opening, his fingertips searching the top of her tight hole for that elusive hidden bump marked the G spot.Kelvin was grinding his teeth, this whole thing made him feel ill, not to mention inadequate to stand idly by while his frat brother lapped at this beautiful girl’s honey pot while Kelvin was stuck holding her hand asking pointless questions. It was like Mark had always told him, the nice-guy routine was played out.Eager for his chance to join the fun, Kelvin used his grip on Danielle’s hand to place it on the crotch of his pants, letting her feel the swollen outline of his cock. Kelvin’s other hand slid over her shoulder and down her chest, cupping and squeezing the breast he had been lusting after since they had driven by. Kelvin’s fingers gently traced their way around her areola, his fingertips grinding along the outside of her hardened nipples so gently it was like a whisper of a touch.By now Mark had isolated Danielle’s G-spot and lowered his face still more, pushing his tongue inside her, wriggling and writhing until the pointing tip landed between his fingers on that same subtle bump, battering it without mercy as his thumb moved up to keep her clit occupied. This must have been how great composers felt when they wrote their master works. She could hear everything around her, even her own voice and cries off the van's walls, the sounds from Mark as he played, the voice of the guy in the front seat... She even felt her surroundings, aside from what Mark was up to; the growing wetness beaneath her on the seat, the sticky leather around her body, the heat of the men's bodies next to her. Even with all that, her thoughts still were racing, lost in a cloud of so many different causes; whatever Kelvin had given her, the odd tasting kiss Mark had forced upon her, the beer Shaggy had passed back to her-But the main cause was Mark's current mind-shattering project, the one bringing cries of pure lust from Danielle's throat. He was- incredible, amazing... Every touch and trailing of his tongue left her gasping for breath, forcing what she managed to claim back out in a harsh moan. Her clouded fuzzy mind was awed by the talented tongue and fingers attached to him, wanting to find out more of what he could do.Two digits slid inside her, causing her to howl out in pleasure as they ran along the walls of her depths, exploring and hunting against such wonderful, blissful areas. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears, feel it in her throat- "Oh god...," She gasped, her eyes closing once again.Kelvin still held her hand. She realized this as the feel of the denim of his jeans came across her fingertips, the bulk of his erection meeting her palm as his other hand found her breast, a far gentler teasing coming from his touch than what his friend had done moments ago.Something changed. Something changed incredibly on Mark's end.Danielle screamed out in bliss as his tongue slid inside, attacking against an area no one had ever found before on her. Her hand tightened around Kelvin's cock as she continued to moan and whimper, shaking her head softly as her lips tightened together. This was too much..."I-I can't...," She whined, interrupted by her own wailing cry as his thumb readjusted. Between Mark and Kelvin, she simply couldn't stand it anymore. Her body finally reached its limit, forcing the building pressure that had been forming inside her to release. The one hand against Kelvin's jeans clutched tightly, the other suddenly grabbing onto Mark's shoulder as she cried out yet again, as if hoping holding to the two guys would keep her from losing herself too far.Her head was reeling now. Speckled white dots claimed most of her vision as she reopened her eyes, still searching for the air that refused to stay in her lungs as she gasped. She was going to faint, she was sure of it. Prelude“Holy shit! She’s a squirter!” Shaggy laughed from the front seat. “I think she might pass out.”Shaggy continued filming with his cell phone, even while offering his own unique brand of color commentary. While Danielle’s climax forced a rush of fluids into Mark’s face, the young man didn’t flinch, braving the deluge like a prize fighter taking a hit, shaking his head from side to side with his tongue still buried inside the young co-ed.“Damn, you sure know how to pick them Mark.” Kelvin said, finally embracing his dark side while Danielle was fiercely embracing his cock. “I guess she really is one ofthosekind of girls, huh?”Kelvin let up on his fondling of Danielle’s breasts long enough to free his semi-hard cock from his jeans and boxers, placing the hard eight-inch member in Danielle’s still grasping hand. Once she had his naked cock in her palm Kelvin resumed his attention on her breasts, squeezing, caressing and fondling them with both hands now.“You could suck it if you want…” Kelvin said, still a little uneasy about how this was all unfolding.Mark, meanwhile, was rising up from his place between Danielle’s thighs, his face glistening with her juices. Mark smiled wickedly at the mess he had made of this girl, observing his handiwork with sincere pride. Using his tongue to clean the smeared juices around his mouth, Mark slid the two fingers that were also dripping wet into Danielle’s mouth, still hanging open as she gasped for air.“Good girl…” Mark sighed as Danielle cleaned his fingers with her tongue and lips. “Now I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you bitch. Fuck you until you can’t see or walk straight. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Say you’d like it!”Mark was already out of his pants, hovering over Danielle’s nude body as a long strand of her pussy juice dangled from his chin. The head of his ten inch cock was gently nudging at her aroused clit, teasing in slow circles driving her back into a wild fit of lust once more.“Don’t forget to suck my friend’s cock, he helped warm you up too.” Mark taunted, using his fingers to push her mouth toward Kelvin.Mark’s teasing was relentless, it wasn’t enough for him to make Danielle into another of his conquests. He wanted her completely broken and devoid of hope. Mark’s true plan was to utterly shatter this girl until she became completely dependent upon him, until she could never go back to her old life, and he only had one day to accomplish this.“That’s a good little whore, suck that cock.” Mark grinned, even as the juice dripped from his chin onto Danielle’s neck. “Now beg me to fuck you like you deserve, beg me with his cock still in your mouth.” Squirter-Was her referring to her? Danielle's reeling head caught the words coming from the front seat, her cheeks flush from both the result of Mark's actions and the realization of what was said. She'd never done -that- before. Of course, she'd also never had that done to her by someone...Another soft moan left her, trying to keep her floating mind from completely losing itself as Mark continued to explore with his tongue, letting everything her overwhelmed body wanted to offer flow into his eager lips and against his tongue. Her face was burning now, hearing the guys talk yet feeling as though she were in another room. One of those...? What...?This was so confusing. God, it was so hard to think straight- even SEE straight. Her head was pounding still, her body feeling a thousand miles away after what Mark had done, laying there gasping softly between the two men.Something warm was in her hand now. She clutched it, glancing at her fingers for a moment to find Kelvin's aroused length tucked into her grip. A light moan left her as his own hands returned to her breasts, teasing and fondling while he encouraged her to play as well. Her hand tightened slightly, gently gliding up and down his shaft as she glanced down to Mark. He was grinning like a cat who ate the canary, seeming so proud of what he had done. She reddened again, only to let out a light squeak as his fingers slipped between her lips.She could taste herself on his fingers, the rough texture of his fingertips running against her tongue as they trailed her own juices against it. Her eyes stayed locked on him, her hips uncomfortably shifting on the van seat from the way he looked down at her; a lust-driven stare followed by words that made her whine and moan behind his fingers. The lips that had been so tight to his fingers finally released as he ran his cock against her, a light cry leaving her as she shifted again.More encouragement, a little reminder. Right.. Kelvin had helped her... Mark's fingers still rested in her mouth, fishhooking against her cheek and guiding her closer to his friend's waiting length. Her tongue ran against the head, a moan coming from her as Mark continued to run his own against her clit.As her lips fully wrapped about Kelvin's cock, she felt Mark's body even closer to her now, his words taunting her to ask for him, beg for him. Was- was that what she wanted? What he had done before was simply... amazing... Her body was still in awe over that. The idea of more, to have this man that toyed and taunted so closely, driving her mad- To have him actually inside her..."Mm- Mmhmm!"Her muffled pleas were buried against Kelvin's cock, her lips tightening about him as she rocked down against his friend. She nearly had tears in her eyes from the confusing desire that whelled inside her, a lust driven by all he had done. She wanted more... Her tongue ran against the underside of Kelvin's head, sucking on his length as she whined and rocked, desperate to have what Mark promised. Mark flashed a sinister grin at Danielle’s breathless compliance to his most vile whims. As she mumbled her obstructed plea for his cock, Mark complied, with authority. Mark’s fingers dug into Danielle’s hip, his own hips thrusting forward with enough force to push his long cock into her womb. After reaching his limit and groaning in bliss, Mark gave no respite before drawing back and thrusting back inside as deep as he could.Kelvin was lost in bliss, his blue eyes rolling back in his head as Danielle’s warm mouth sucked and pleased the end of his cock with her mouth. Kelvin continued his eager attentions to Danielle’s dainty, but beautiful breasts, his index finger flicking her nipple back and forth.“Oh yeah bitch!” Mark groaned, lowering his upper body to just inches above Danielle’s as he increased his already strenuous tempo. “Take that cock! Take it! Take it! Take it!”Mark threw himself into each thrust, doing his best to move faster each time he ordered her to ‘take it’. Soon the sound of his hips slapping against hers filled the small van, along with the heat and scent of the three people’s mixed arousal. The sound was almost like a drum-roll, pounded against a drum made of human skin.Kelvin’s free hand crept into Danielle’s hair, his fingertips gently combing their way against her scalp and separating the auburn strands into separate clumps of silken hair. The dampness on Danielle’s body was rapidly being replaced by sweat, her previous wetness evaporating into humidity that increased the heat inside the small van.“Ohhhh my sweet Lord…” Kelvin sighed as Danielle sucked him, her attentions increasing every time Mark slammed into her pussy.While Kelvin fondled one breast, Mark reached down to pinch the other nipple tightly between his thumb and forefinger, pulling her body over the damp seat to meet each of his thrusts.“That’s how you take a fucking cock!” Mark exclaimed. “That’s my good little Rockland whore!” "Hmnn-!" The surprised high noise escaped from Danielle's mouth, only to be muffled out by Kelvin's member embedded between her lips. Her eyes closed tightly as Mark thrusted his way deeply into her, trying to refocus away from the sudden entry by instead keeping her attention on the progress she made with Kelvin. She swallowed down, the salty flavor of his body's sweat lingering on the back of her tongue as she continued to suck, trying to 'repay him' as Mark had asked of her.Mark's thrusts were far from gentle, nearly shoving her up from the bench seat every time he drove his cock into her. Thankfully Kelvin's own was acting as a 'brake' for her, the length that her mouth engulfed going further down with each push his friend made. She gagged with the first of the strong movements, Kelvin's head touching into the back of her throat as Mark almost pushed her out of the seat, though managed to control it a bit better as he continued. She had remember to breathe; the quick rough breaths she was pulling in now seeming to be more an involuntary act brought about between the motions of the two guys.Kelvin's hands continued to explore her breasts, his fingers against her nipples bringing another soft coo into his cock, followed up moments later by a far louder howl as Mark drove back into her yet again. With her left hand still clinging to the back fo the seat, her right returned to Kelvin, gripping the base of his shaft as she buried her face down against him, trying to use his length as a way to control her lustful screams. One of his own hands left her breast, instead curling its fingers into her hair as if his own way of helping her attempts.The arm draped over the bench seat pulled up slightly, trying to meet her body against Mark and finding that the new position she took was a far, far different route than before-A deep growl of a moan left her, muffled out by Kelvin once again as Mark plunged deeply into her, his one hand joining with Kelvin's in attacking her breasts.Her lips finally pulled free of Kelvin, streams of saliva still managing to connect between the two as she cried out in both pain and ecstacy over the force used by his friend. Her hand still held tightly to him, using the leftover spit that coated his cock to pump her grip up and down his length, Danielle taking the moment to gasp for breath while still rocking down against the assault made by Mark. The moans leaving her grew louder and louder still, the sound of her own voice leaving Danielle with a slight blush to her cheeks. She quickly pushed her hand back down Kelvin's shaft, directing his cock back into her mouth to keep from hearing herself so loudly, instead generating a number of loud sloppy smacks and pops from her lips and tongue as Mark's member thrusting into and pulling out of her added to the background noise as well.Mark was shouting, contributing some actual understandable vocals to the noise around them; words that made Danielle blush furiously, a number of muffled noises coming in response as she continued to hide her true words behind Kelvin's length. Mark's body rippled with laughter as he pulled his shirt over his head, unrelenting with his brutal thrusts of his hips. The more Danielle whimpered, moaned and smacked her lips around Kelvin's cock, the harder Mark punished the poor girl's body with his rock hard cock. The laughter gave way to grunts as he leaned forward, towering over Danielle and sliding his thumb onto her already raw clit.Mark bit down on his lower lip and threw himeself into the motions, his fingers sliding over Danielle's hip to creep between her ass and the seat squeezing her asscheek hard as he began fucking her at rapid speed. Pounding like a jackhammer Mark pinched Danielle's clit between two fingers, pullign her helpless body toward each thrust."Oh fuck yes!" Mark exclaimed, enamored with his own actions. "We really lucked out with this bitch.""Oh sweet Jesus..." Kelvin gasped, reeling from Danielle's agressive response to Mark's abuse. "It really is amazing... UGH!"Kelvin wanted to hang in there longer, wanted to make a good impression on this beautiful stranger with his own sexual prowace, but it was not to be. As Danielle's sucking became increasingly frantic, Kelvin felt his climax creeping up between his legs. Both hands came up to nestle in among Danielle's hair, on the back of her head.In one loud frantic surge, Kelvin thrust deep into Danielle's throat and groaned in exquisite pleasure as his cock jerked and swelled inside her gullet. It had been some time since Kelvin had last had a girlfriend, so the wealth of cum that escaped from his cock filled Danielle's throat and mouth with the thick, bitter fluid in only one shot.When Danielle turned her head, choking on the abundance of sperm, Kelvin's cock fired again. The long jet of creamy white cum, appearing as thick as a No. 2 pencil, doused Danielle's face and hair in his thick hot seed."Holy shit bro!" Shaggy exclaimed from the front seat, leaning forward to be sure and capture all the action on his camera phone. "You totally antiqued her. I'm gonna start calling you the one man bukkake!"Mark laughed at Danielle's pathetic sounds as she tried to pull the errant cum up from her throat and lungs, but her grotesque appearance only inspired him to pound harder. His tempo decreased slightly as he began thrusting harder, wanting her to feel the impact each time."Fuck you guys..." Mark panted in between thrusts, his muscular body glistening with beads of sweat. "I'm not sure I ever want to let this bitch get away." Danielle squealed around Kelvin as Mark began to harass her clit once again, her thighs tightening against his body while her own seemed to be screaming over its imminent second release. Still holding tightly to Kelvin, each thrust of his friend forced a hard huffing yelp from her throat, Danielle's eyes widened a bit more and let out an even louder urgent noise as Kelvin's hands grasped onto her head.The sudden thick warmth of his release choked her at first, the quick jerking motion of his member against her tongue and nearly hitting the back of her throat making her quickly pull her mouth away, coughing and gagging on the remains that dripped down her throat. She whinced slightly as a follow up from Kelvin splattered against her face and cheek, still coughing over what he had previously given her as she gasped for air.Mark, however, seemed unphased. Without her previous soundblock, Danielle now managed to pull an abundance of noises from deep inside that mixed with the light gags that still lingered in her throat. Her body ached now, from both the overwhelming pleasure Mark forced it to enjoy, as well as true aching from the command he took over her form.Her lips were quivering, moving as if she were trying to speak, though no actual words came out; just pants and moans, soft sobs entwined with whimpers as she closed her eyes once again. That feeling was coming back... the one that stole away her breath, that made every nerve in her body seem to focus on simply one area, the one that had forced her to beg as Mark had asked."Oh, god...," She howled out meekly, shaking her head as her body tightened about his cock, her now free hand flailing for his shoulder and clawing at his back. She really couldn't breathe this time, gasping out for air as she tensed beneath him. No, don't faint- Don't- Mark howled in lust fueled glee, leaning his upper body back to add impact to each thrust of his hips. He felt Danielle's pussy begin to quiver and clench at his cruel member which continued raking at her insides each time he drove inside her."I think she might pass out." Mark boasted, lightly tapping the back of his hand against Danielle's cleaner cheek. "Wake up, I want you to feel all of this. Once I'm done you can go ahead and sleep, but not until then."Without even removing his cock from Danielle's pussy, Mark slid his arm under one of her knees and flipped her nearly limp body over, forcing her face first onto the back of the leather bench seat. Mark's hands took hold of both Danielle's butt cheeks, squeezing and spreading them as he pounded her pussy harder still. It gave him great pleasure to watch her sweat and cum streaked hair bounce each time his body crashed into hers.Shaggy meanwhile dove over Kelvin who was still recovering, eager to make his way to the back seat to get his "money shot". Shaggy held the lens of the camera right in front of Danielle's face as Mark continued to punish her."Damn this is some good shit!" Shaggy grinned. "We should make this the welcome page for the frat website.""What are you, stupid?" Mark responded between violent thrusts. "That- video- is- our- trump- card. If she- gets pissed- we have- proof that- she loved- getting fucked!"Mark was talented, but not superhuman. He felt his own climax begin bubbling down low in his balls. Wanting to make the most out of these last few thrusts, Mark grabbed a fistful of Danielle's long auburn hair, using it for leverage to pull himself into each thrust. His hand reached down, helping himself to the swell of her breast."Ohhhh fuck yeah!" Mark groaned. "I'm gonna cum!" A sharp gasping breath forced from Danielle's lungs as Mark's hand smacked against her cheek, his voice demanding her to stay with him until he finished. She gave a sobbing whine in response to that, shaking her head as she clenched her lips together. His sudden decision to change her position threw her off, letting out a light yelp as her cheek was pressed against the sticky leather seat, her eyes locked tightly shut as she gripped the rolled edge of the bench.This didn't help. Not at all. She cried out yet again, his shaft feeling like it was tearing straight through her with the force behind his thrusts and the way he gripped his hands against her. Her attempts to keep her lips locked closed seemed to be failing, her need to find her breaths and stay awake like he demanded forcing her to open them once again, panting like a wild dog between gasps.The third man's voice right beside her suddenly spooked her, her eyes opening to find him settled closely- and his phone pressed near her face. She glared at it, though the thought of actually yelling about it wasn't there. Instead, she was trying to figure out why her arm felt wet. She realized the source as she glanced down to her forearm... she was so lost in Mark's motions that she had actually drooled on herself while trying to breathe. The two were talking, but she barely heard them; she heard her own body, screaming again..."Gaah-!" Danielle whinced as Mark suddenly latched onto a clump of her hair, tugging on it as he forced himself into his final thrusts. She could hear him heaving for breath now as well, the groaned words that left him while finishing his assault being ones she could actually hear. A thankful high moan left her, her body feeling weak and ready to give out under his weight at any moment. Mark groaned and grunted as he tried to squeeze every last bit of pleasure from his final few thrusts before pulling back and spraking his hot seed in one mighty blast that coated Danielle's back, ass and hair.While Mark leaned back, panting as he tried to regain his breath, Kelvin wrapped Danielle in the towel. Kelvin wiped her face and back gently, doing his best to undo the damage that he and his friend had done to this poor girl. Even as she slumped over in his arms, finally yeilding to her overwhelming exhaustion, her eyes fluttering closed with a faint smile on her lips.As Kelvin did his best to make sure Danielle would be comfortable, Mark wiped sweat from his forehead grinning."Now it's a fucking party!" The heavy moan that left her was muffled into the seat, Danielle's eyes closed tightly as she shook her head weakly. That was just- God, she felt so out of it, so sick to her stomach and dizzy...She felt like she was somewhere else once again; that she was simply hearing things from an outside source, as if she were listening to a radio of the men's voices. Her body could feel the towel, moving against the quickly-cooling fluid that embraced her skin, but it felt so far away to her. She was- sitting up. Her eyes opened faintly, looking up to see the one man holding her, no real expression to his face as he continued to run the towel over her flesh.She wanted to say something. Anything. Make sure her mouth was still going to work.Instead, she simply moved her lips slightly, falling against him with a soft noise. Every part of her seemed to feel something different; pain, fear, confusion, soreness, sickness, relief- It was all so overwhelming. It begged her to give in, to simply....------She awoke with a terrible feeling in her stomach and throat; a burning, gagging sensation that left her feeling as though she might throw up. Her head felt so fogged over, like the night she had gone out drinking with a group of girls from the sorority up the street- God, that had been a terrible idea.Had she been drinking again? No.. No, that couldn't have been it.This didn't feel right. This didn't feel like her bed at all. Where-It was starting to come together now, the realization of what had happened... Even if it was through a veil of confusion, she could remember bits and pieces of it... The three guys, the van, getting drenched and-And...The warm hands. They wouldn't stop moving, they were everywhere, trying to help warm her- and then... She was warm. Very warm. Too warm.Her head was reeling again, the sudden feeling that she might wretch forcing her to drop her thoughts and focus instead on not losing what little contents may have been left in her stomach. She closed her eyes. It had to have been a dream. Some bad, bad dream... And if she could make herself go back to sleep, she'd be back in her own room, back in her own bed...

Selfish (OPEN TO 1 GUY- PM FIRST!)

The Room [wiggles _ Dashenka]

Between the vast sprawls that spread like so much gangrene over the Eastern Seaboard and the endless sea of AI-controlled farmland of the Midwest were the walled estates of a modern aristocracy. Like the demesne of medieval lords, these estates were carved from the urban decay of an earlier time, restored with lavish attention and bottomless wealth, and were, for anyone foolhardy enough to traverse them on foot, Byzantine mazes in which one could be forever lost.Amanda Fancourt was one such. Driven from her home by base survival instinct, she set out weeks ago for the sprawl, hitching on the bumpers of self-driving semis, navigating the seams between estates, living off the land. The sprawl offered grim hope of a fresh start, or in the very least a warm bed, though Amanda did not like to think about what she would need to barter for such extravagances as food and shelter. The entertainments depicted life in small town America as idyllic, a Christmas postcard. Amanda knew better. Life would be better in the city. It had to be.The storm hit her with such suddenness and ferocity that she was sure she would freeze. It drove her past all good sense, toward shelter, any shelter. The bitter cold, along with a gnawing hunger (how long ago was her last meal?) tricked her into her first real lapse of judgement: the manor house. There were so many rooms after all. So many windows. Why would a single family need such a huge home? Why, she could stay a whole night--a whole week!--and no one would be the wiser. Her feet and hands were numb. She couldn't feel her nose. She was getting tired. Amanda wasn't stupid--she knew the signs.She was silent in her approach, entirely ignorant of the fact that from the moment she climbed the stone wall she was under observation.To her surprise, the side door was unlocked. Amanda stepped in from the cold. There was nothing she could do to hide the puddles of melting snow she'd leave behind, but maybe the homeowners were away? Rich folk did that, she knew. Some owned several homes. It might be months before this one was occupied again. She found herself in a small foyer. After shaking off the cold she ventured into the next room--a hallway, and from there she went from room to room in search of the kitchen. Instinct guided her toward the rear of the house, away from the central rooms. She heard nothing--the hour was late, even if someone was home, they were likely asleep.Thousands of tiny needles pricked her hands and feet as feeling returned. After peeking in the first few doors, Amanda decided to venture off the main hall and entered a room to her left, choosing more or less at random. The room was relatively small--about fifteen feet square, unfurnished, with a hardwood floor underneath her shoes and a closed door on the far side. She stepped inside and shut the door behind, crossing the room silently. On the far side, she tried the handle--it was locked! She examined the knob and noted that lack of a locking mechanism, so retreated the way she'd come, only to discover that door was locked somehow, too!She was trapped!At that moment of dawning comprehension, the lights flicked on, temporarily blinding her. As she squinted against the harsh light, an emotionless feminine voice sounded from unseen speakers above. "What do we have here? A mouse in from the cold? I hope you like games, little mouse, because you fell into a lovely name. Now tell us, what is your name?" ( had to be better than what she was getting and experiencing right now. The constant fighting between her parents. The fighting and the bullying of her two older brothers. Having to fend for herself, even in the safety of home. Nobody paid attention to her, too busy with their own petty squabbles and fights. Often when she had to cook her own meal, her brothers got mad at her for no reason at all and her parents got mad at her for not having cooked them a meal earlier. One night when her brothers were bickering over whether or not the army was doing a good thing and her parents were slamming doors at each other again, Amanda had had enough.She packed lightly, only what she could carry and set off, at first not really knowing where to go but figuring everywhere would be better than home. Though after weeks of travelling alone, not really knowing where she was anymore she began to doubt her decision. Sure it was nice to be able to do your own things but those things were limited to surviving. Every time she woke up, she had no idea where she’d sleep that night nor what or if she would have to eat. In a strange, almost cruel kind of way, it wasn’t all that different from home.By the time she got properly lost in a seemingly endless neighbourhood maze of walled estates she was certain she was never going to get out of there. The soles of her shoes were badly worn, her clothes were filthy and rank and to top it all off, she wasn’t dressed at all for the blizzard that hit her. Even though there were lights behind most windows she could see above the walls she felt completely alone. She wandered the maze for hours, desperately trying to stay warm but when she passed a house with no lights and no signs of life for the third time, her toes and fingers had gotten numb from the cold.With her survival instinct and will to live overpowering any hesitation, she climbed over the wall. By now the snow had gotten so deep that when she landed, she sank into the snow up to halfway her shins and she felt the snow and freezing cold penetrate her ruined shoes and trousers. She quickly found the side door and stepped inside. The house was warmer than outside. Probably too cold to be comfortable to live in, indicating to Amanda that nobody was home. At least not in this part of the house. As quiet as she could with her wet shoes and socks, she stepped into a small room. The door behind her closed and locked and it took her only a few moments to realize she was trapped.Amanda got startled by the sudden voice seemingly coming out of nowhere. She looked around the room like a mouse looking to escape and then the voice called her a mouse.“Amanda… My name is Amanda. I’m sorry… I just need a place to sit out this storm. I’ll be on my way after that. Please. I’ve lost count how many days it’s been since I ran away. Don’t call the police. Please.”She didn’t know where to look so instead she just looked around the room as she spoke, hoping the owner of the house would be kind to her. "I’ll be on my way after that.""Will you?" the voice interrupted. A bloated pause followed.The girl was filthy. Shivering. Judging from the slightly sunken cheekbones, undernourished. But Draz also noted the potential. Neglected as she was, this wild thing that had wandered into her den was beautiful as well. A runaway. Afraid of the police. No, she wasn't going anywhere.Draz listened silently as the girl babbled on, revealing information a more experienced runaway would have kept closer to the chest. In just a few sentences, Draz learned everything she needed to know. She pressed a button and unmuted her mic. "So you broke into my home. Now you want the warmth of my electricity. My food as well, I'm sure. And what are you willing to give in return, hmm? I know, I know, you have nothing to give, eh? Or so you think. There is always something to give, isn't there, Amanda?"Draz paused to let that sink in. A narrative was forming in her mind. She didn't know all the details, but enough. She didn't want the police involved. Either she was a fugitive, or, much more likely considering her naivety, she didn't want to go back to wherever she came from. Which gave Draz considerable leverage. "Very well," she began, having reached a conclusion to which Amanda was not privy, "I will give you warmth, a place to sleep for the night, a hot bath, food and drink. The price is everything on your person. Everything. Take it all off and fold it neatly on the ground at your feet. If you refuse, I will leave you where you are and call the police. Let them deal with you." Take off her clothes, in exchange for warmth? She didn’t understand the reasoning behind it. Why would, whoever was talking to her, want her to be naked? Maybe they didn’t want the smell of her filthy clothes in the house? She turned her head slightly and sniffed her jacket. Yeah that must be it. Such a posh and expensive house. They didn’t want it stinked up by some tattered clothes from a simple girl. These people were sophisticated and expensive.The police would just take her right back to her parents who would then be given a fine or talking to which would come directly back at Amanda. So she had to choose between a hot bath, expensive food and most likely some fresh clothes, or going home.Quickly she began to shed her clothing, one item at the time, folding it neatly as she had been told. Her skin was marred and filthy and had an unhealthy tone. The hairs on her body had been unkempt and clearly visible and now that her long brown hair was hanging free, it was clearly visible that it too needed some proper attention.It felt strange, being naked like this. The only times Amanda had been fully naked was in the shower. Never like this. She didn’t feel ashamed though. Whoever was talking to her probably was a woman judging by her voice so she had seen women naked before. Maybe she was a doctor. It would make sense judging by the size of the house. Doctors saw people naked all the time. So there was no reason to be ashamed.Amanda stood naked, ankles together and her hands hanging down the side of the body.“Thank you. For allowing me to stay the night. You’re really kind.” “Thank you. For allowing me to stay the night. You’re really kind.”Draz laughed. The poor thing. She had no idea. None whatsoever. She'd learn, though, in time.Amanda's naked body was a pitiable sight, eliciting a ping of compassion in Draz's calculating heart. She could see the work of art beneath a lifetime of neglect, and was already contemplating the work she would need to commit to the restoration project. Draz had a keen eye for beauty. This creature was a rare find. Hazarding a guess, she put her in the top five percent. Enhanced, she could easily be one of the top beautiesin the world. She'd fetch a fine price on the market, if and when she decided to sell.Oh yes, Amanda belonged to her now. Her slave. Her property. In time, Amanda would come to relish this role, though naturally there would be resistance. Draz savored that the most."You are most welcome, Amanda. Now proceed through the door in front of you, and down the hall. Everything is ready."And so it was. Amanda padded on bare feet, goose bumps rising on her naked flesh, her nipples constricting to aching nubs, but discovered on passing through the second door a modestly-appointed sitting room. There was a fire in the fireplace. It was deliciously warm. Her feet sank into plush carpet, and she found, draped over the back of a leather chair, a soft robe and matching slippers. In front of the fire a small, round table had been placed, upon which sat a bowl of stew, a glass of water, a steaming mug of cider, and silver utensils.In the chair opposite sat a woman ( She looked to be no older than thirty, and was dressed casually in slacks and shirt. She didn't seem bothered at all by Amanda's nakedness, nor offended by the smell of her unwashed body. She gestured toward the food. "Please, dress, eat. You are safe. After you eat I will have one of the servants draw a bath. Afterward you may sleep until you are fully rested." Her accent was vaguely European, though Amanda lacked the education to pinpoint the exact country. "My name is Drazenka. You may call me Draz. I live here with my wife and a small staff of servants."Wife?Surely Amanda had misheard. Not once in her life had she heard of a woman marrying another of her sex."Tell me about yourself," Draz continued, "where are you from? Where are you going?" The moment her feet sank into the carpet, Amanda's body shivered. The warmth of the room, the softness of the carpet and the slight hint of aroma of the stew and the fireplace. She wriggled her toes into the carpet.She hesitated for a mooment, maybe a sliver of doubt at the woman's offer to eat and dress and then be bathed afterwards but the temptation was too great to give it too much thought. Quickly she walked to the robe, took it and put it on. Because Amanda wasn't very tall nor very big, the robe was too big and looked a bit saggy on her. She didn't mind though. The soft fabric felt amazing on her bare skin. The slippers felt soft and comfortable too but the carpet was just nicer. But because Amanda didn't want to be rude, she put the slippers on anyway. As she sat down in the chair, she realised the slippers and the robe served another purpose rather than comfort. They hid her grime stained skin and feet from sight while she sat there.Amanda looked at the woman before she reached for the bowl of stew. It looked so good and inviting and after she got a little confirming nod from the woman, she reached for the bowl and the spoon and began to devour the stew.The woman was pretty, looked well groomed and obviously took care of herself. Even in her casual clothes, she oozed class and style. Amanda couldn't place her accent nor the fact that she lived here with her wife. It just didn't make sense to Amanda but she was in no state to think about it. The stew was delicious and quickly drove the last shreds of the winter cold out of her body.After four or five greedy mouthfuls of stew she looked at the woman, Drazenka, who had just asked her a question. Quickly she chewed the bits in the stew and swallowed."I.. I ran away from home. My brothers and my parents are constantly fighting. They hardly even notice me ever. Life has to be better than that and everybody in New York always talks about California. Sunshine, relaxed people. So I guess that's where I'm heading."She blew against a spoonful of stew before putting it in her mouth and swallowing."But the AI semi I climbed on turned off the highway before I realised. And when I did get off finally, I was lost. I walked for days trying to find the highway again but... but instead I ended up in this neighbourhood and got even more lost."Amanda took another spoonful of stew and quickly glanced at Drazenka."I'm sorry for bothering you. You are really kind to me miss and I really appreciate it."She quickly scooped the last bit out of the bowl and put it back on the table. ( was largely silent as the young woman spoke. As she did, she sipped from a mug identical to Amanda's, except that it was spiked with whiskey; she didn't think that in Amanda's undernourished she should be given alcohol, or else she would have offered some.Draz's own story was far different from Amanda's, though the trajectory her life took deviated significantly from the young woman's, given the difference of power as one sat across from the other. She wondered if there was more to Amanda's tale than simple neglect. "Are you a virgin, Amanda?" she asked, as casually as you please, and added, "tell me about your experience."It would have been a preposterous question a few generations ago, in the age of Tinder and prolific internet pornography. But not so now. Pornography had been banished to the shadows and most girls were virgins when they married. Though whether that was a good thing or not was an open question, at least by some. After all, they were living in an age were most girls had never heard the word 'clitoris', much less knew what and where it was.Nodding at Amanda's answer, Draz set down her mug. "You needn't thank me for the food, Amanda. You paid for it--with your clothes. Everything in this house comes at a cost, unless I say otherwise. The fire and the robe are yours to use, for the moment at least. Neither of them will leave this room. My offer of a warm bed and hot bath stand, but the price will need to be negotiated first." A predatory smile toyed at the corners of Draz's mouth; she loved this part."I know what you are thinking, girl. You have nothing. Whatever you did have you left with your clothing, which now belongs to me. And of course you cannot go out in the cold, not in your current state. You'll freeze to death in a matter of hours, if not sooner. So what to do? The price for a night in my home and a clean body is simple, put this on." She set a stainless steel collar ( on the table between them. "Lock it around your throat, and hand me the key. There is no reason for you to go hungry any longer. I will take very good care of you. And I make you this promise: no one will ever fail to take notice of you again."Draz leaned back to see what Amanda would do. Draz’ question completely took Amanda off guard. She flustered all kinds of shades of red and looked at the blonde woman puzzled and confused. Nobody had ever asked her that question. She wasn’t married, she didn’t have a boyfriend. Of course she was a virgin. And even if she was one of those girls who did it to themselves, she hardly ever got the privacy at home to be able to. Amanda frowned as she looked up to Draz.“Yes. I don’t have any experiences.”She explained that she wasn’t married, never had a boyfriend and that her room was separated from the living room with a curtain so she never had privacy. The true reason why she never masturbated, because she simply never thought about it and wouldn’t know how to even do it, she didn’t mention to Draz.The next bit of what was said made equally little sense to Amanda. Putting a necklace on would pay for a warm bed and a bath? It wasn’t even a necklace she had brought herself but one Draz was giving her. It wasn’t even a pretty necklace. Just plain steel, a ring and a copper padlock. Amanda leaned forward, giving Draz a brief but good view at her ample breasts, and took the collar off the table. She ran her long slender fingers over the material. Carefully she took the padlock out and opened the collar.She looked up at Draz with a mixture of confusion, insecurity and maybe a bit of fear as well. Carefully she put the collar around her neck and closed it without locking it. It felt tight. Not tight enough to choke her or limit her breathing in any way but it wasn’t as uncomfortable as she thought it would be. All the while she was inspecting the collar, the words mulled in her head as well. No reason to go hungry. Take care of her. Hand me the key.Amanda took the padlock and let that run through her fingers as well. It felt like a device used to take somebody’s freedom. A necklace shouldn’t have a lock. Especially not one where you hand the key over to somebody else. Amanda remembered books about years gone by, when people were held as property. Would this be like that? Draz was right. She couldn’t go back outside. Not right now at least. The storm was only getting worse, she could hear the wind through the chimney above the fire. Maybe when the storm died down?The thought of a warm bath and a comfortable bed to sleep in to have a good night’s rest again for the first time in weeks by far outweighed the insecurity and slight fear about not knowing what Draz’ intentions were. She swallowed hard, took a deep breath and placed the collar around her neck. Then she took the lock and used her long slim fingers to wriggle it into place and locked it. Somehow the lock closing sounded very loud for Amanda. She smiled a bit uncomfortably at Draz and then stood up and handed her the key. ( the girl was a virgin was significant. That--Draz almost found this hard to believe...almost--she had never had an orgasm, altered the equation significantly.A moment ago, Draz was plotting how best to get the girl bathed and in her bed. Now...a more measured approach was in order.This was now an event, one to be drawn out and savored. As she weighed her options, she ordered a pair of drinks from her servants using her cranial implants. A moment later, a pair of servants ( entered, each carrying a silver tray upon which sat a crystal tumbler filled with a dark liquid. Draz ignored the servants, even as she accepted the drink. "It is a digestive. It will help you sleep."The drink had a thickly herbal scent, but was pleasant on the tongue."Later, we will practice with leash and collar. There are simple rules. When to kneel, when to stand. When you are free to move, when you must remain where you are. There are poses to memorize, but that will come in time. With the collar comes...a certain loss of free will. But privileged as well. You will eat the finest food, wear the finest clothes, be dappled with the finest perfumes, adorned with the finest jewelry. I spoil my pets. I will never withhold food or water from you, even when I am disciplining you. You will mingle with society. I will make you desirable. Beautiful. I can see the apprehension on your face. This is not what you expected when you sneaked into my home, but this is the situation you find yourself in. The last step is for you to accept the leash."As she had done with the collar, Draz set a metal chain on the table between them. On one end was a latch, which attached to the collar around Amanda's throat. On the other end was a leather strap, like a pet leash. Though Draz had never mentioned the word 'slave', the intent could not be more clear. The sudden warmth of the house and the stew and the fire had made Amanda a bit sleepy and slow. She was still thirsty though so when the tumbler was brought in, she licked her lips. The servants were odd and scantily clad but having never been into a house of somebody as apparently wealthy as Draz, Amanda told herself that this was normal and nothing was out of the ordinary.When her hostess spoke again, this time about leashes, collars, pets and discipline, Amanda slowly began to realize what all of this was. She already had the collar around her neck so she felt she really had no choice anymore. At the same time she realized that even if she had the choice, she wasn’t sure if she’d go back. Out there, there was nothing. Nothing but the endless maze of walled estates, hunger, thirst, fear and the weather. In here Amanda at least felt safe and the things that Draz had said to her didn’t sound too bad.A loss of free will. She never had much anyway; Always adapting to her brothers and parents. And the poses weren’t an issue to Amanda for the same reason. She had learned when to do and say certain things not to make her family angry at her. So in a way, it was more of her old life. Only this time wrapped in a blanket of comfortable wealth rather than crushing poverty.Amanda leaned forward and took the chain from the table. It was heavier than she expected and she would definitely feel it hanging from her neck. She was quiet for a few moments, processing the words as the ran the chain through her fingers a few times.Then, with a certain determination as if accepting it and embracing it, Amanda took the latch in her one hand and found the ring on the collar with the other. With a loud click, she latched the chain to the collar and let the other end slowly fall on her lap.“I can live with that. Thank you for this.” ( did not mask her approval. She was not unkind, she merely wanted what she wanted. Obedience always pleased her. “You are quite welcome, Amanda. You have much to learn. I have much to teach you. Now come, take off your clothes and hand me the leash. Good girl. Kneel beside my chair. Yes, just like that.”Draz began to run her fingers through Amanda’s hair. After so long without human touch, the sensation was euphoric. Draz was not put off by the smell; she had been her, once. “Isn’t it better this way? This is your natural place, Amanda, kneeling at my feet. You will be my slave, a gift to my wife. You will belong to her, but I will give you your first orgasm. I will take your virginity. How does that make you feel? Knowing that the woman is going to give you your first sexual experience?”Draz sipped from her glass. “But that is for another day. You are tired, exhausted from your flight. Lay your head on my thigh. Good girl. Do not be afraid, Amanda. No one will hurt you. Close your eyes, and rest.”Using her cranial implant, Draz activated the mild narcotic that Amanda’s drink had been laced with. The effect was instantaneous. One second, Amanda was slowly drifting off. The next, she was fast asleep.As far as Amanda could tell, it was the blink of an eye. One moment she was nude, kneeling next to Draz. The very next, she was lying on a narrow, white cot. She was more refreshed than she could remember being. Right away, her body register changes, differences in her state from one moment to the next.Her body was clean. She smelled faintly of lavender and rose hips. She was hungry, thirsty. Her bladder was full to bursting. She sat up. The room she was in was small, hardly larger than a walk-in closet, yet clean, brightly lit, and spartan. There was the cot, a toilet, a sink with a mirror and counter. On one wall was a door. On the counter was an unopened bottle of water.As she sat up, her mind registered new changes. Her ribs and sternum no longer showed; there was meat on her bones. Her hair was lustrous...the hair on her head, rather. Beyond peach fuzz, there was no hair on her body. Her sex was completely bare. Her nails were trimmed and painted. Her toenails as well. When she swirled her legs and set her feet on the cool tile, a whole new set of information began to register. It was as if every part of the bottoms of her feet were telling her about this new and exciting floor that they discovered. A quick examination of that part of her body revealed that years of calluses had been removed; her feet were as soft as a baby’s.It was clear that she had been asleep for far longer than a single night. What did Draz do to her?Finally, two other pieces of information intrigued her. One, her breasts were swollen and achy. Not painful, just uncomfortable. Two, the back of her head was oddly warm. Not the outside, she discovered, but internally, at the base of her skull. ( last thing Amanda remembered was taking off the robe and slippers, without too much doubt and kneeling at the blonde woman’s feet and handing her the loose end of the leash. Next she knew she woke up in an almost sterile looking room. Or closet was a better word for it. It took her a few moments to get used to the bright lights flooding the room. The contrast with the comfortable sitting room with the fire was night and day.When she swung her feet over the edge of the cot, she realized she was still naked and the floor felt cold. The tiles were smooth and sterile and only now did she register the changes to her legs. Shaven, smooth, her toenails polished. Carefully she raised her feet again and ran her hands over them. They felt soft and smooth, as did her legs and as she did, she also noticed her hands and arms had gotten the same treatment.Carefully she stood up from the cot and she inspected the rest of her body. She had gained some weight… How long had she been asleep for? Her sex was shaven clean, something Amanda had never ever considered doing and upon inspection in the mirror, she noticed her hair was lush and full and the fur under her arms had been gone too. The changes were so profound, it took Amanda more than a few moments to come to grips with the fact that the girl in the mirror was actually her.First things first though. She was bursting for a pee so she quickly got to the toilet and sat down. The seat was cold and hard but it felt clean on her buttocks. Despite the small size of the room, the sound of Amanda peeing made a lot of noise for her.As she wiped and got up, her hand accidentally touched her breasts, immediately making their state obvious to Amanda. They felt… uncomfortable. Amanda was blessed with a good sized pair of them as she had often heard at school from friends who were flat or a lot less well gifted. However her breasts had never felt like this. They felt firm and swollen and while normally just ever so slightly sagging, now they were pert and standing proud. Carefully she touched them, squeezed them and then softly moaned.Back in front of the mirror she continued to look at herself and the changes her body had went through. What had happened? How long had she been asleep for? She was naked still, except for the collar around her neck. Why did it feel warm though? It was metal. She knew enough to know that metal was a great thermal conductor and nothing in the room could have made it warm. Not on that particular spot at least.She inspected the spot with her fingers, realizing it came from inside. How could that little spot be so warm compared to others?Nothing made sense yet but she had also realized her throat was dry as sandpaper. Amanda took the bottle and opened it and took a big sip from it. Had she known what the dark liquid was spiked with the night she was put to sleep, she wouldn’t have drunk the water but she had no idea such things even happened.With half the bottle gone, she looked in the mirror again. She grimaced as she touched her breasts again and then walked towards the door.She knocked a few times and then put her ear to the door.“Hello!? I… I’m awake now.. Hello?” Amanda did not have long to wait. Moments after knocking on the door, she heard footsteps, a pair of them, and shortly after her door opened. The servants ( from earlier stepped inside. They spoke quickly, in a thick Asian accent Amanda lacked the experience to identify, introducing themselves as Yin and Yang. Though which one was Yin, and which one was Yang, Amanda had no idea. One of them, Yin, she believed, attached the chain to her collar and led her from the room, down a hall that was as meticulously clean as the room she exited. Yin and Yang answered no questions, though they chatted easily with Amanda. At the end of the hall was another room that was a mirror of the first, except that instead of a cot there was a massage table. By this time, Amanda was thirsty again. She also had the strangest craving for strawberries and chocolate, and as it turned out, there was a large bowl of fresh strawberries sitting next to a plate of milk chocolate. "Help yourself," said Yin. Or was it Yang?Amanda spent the next hour enjoying a full body massage. Yin took one end of her, Yang the other. Using warm, scented oils, they worked their skilled hands over every inch of Amanda's body. Amanda had never been touched by anyone this intimately, or for such an extended period. Perhaps it was just the newness of the experience, but her skin was electric. The soles of her feet, her toes, ankles, calves, behind the knees. Her thighs, her stomach, her arms, back, buttocks, hands. They massaged her scalp, her temples, her neck. They massaged her mons, her labia, her perineum. It left her breathless and deeply aroused, but she was not allowed to climax, though could have. Easily.Drunk with desire, was only semi-aware as Yin and Yang dressed her. They put rings on her fingers and toes, earrings in her ears, bracelets on her wrists. They put satin slippers on her feet, pulling a sheer dress ( over her head and settling it on her shoulders. They dabbed perfume on her wrists and behind her ears. She was not given any make-up; her skin was perfect.By this time, Amanda's breasts were aching, so swollen she could see the veins running blue under her skin. Her nipples were puffy and hyper-sensitive. Especially after the massage. The scratch of the silk was almost unbearable.Taking her leash, Yin lead her down another hall and up a flight of stairs. They emerged on the main floor of the estate. Amanda found natural hardwood floor beneath her feet instead of tile. She was lead down a maze of corridors, until Yin stopped in front of a set of doors. Yang was behind them. Yin stood silently for a moment, before turning and whispering to Amanda, "Be silent until you are spoken to. Do not say a word, make no noise, and walk softly. The Lady will speak to you through your implant. Do not respond vocally, just do what she says. You will understand when we go inside."Yin opened the door and lead Amanda into a brightly lit sunroom. Sitting on a curved coach were two women. Draz ( whom she recognized from the 'night' before, and a second woman ( Draz had her hands over the woman's eyes, and was smiling. She cast an appraising eye over Amanda before nodding approvingly to Yin and Yang, who left the room on silent feet.As Yin indicated, an image ( appeared in Amanda's mind, along with a command in Draz's voice:Be a good girl and adopt the Attenion pose. Do not disappoint me."Are you ready?" Draz then said out loud to the second woman.A smile touched the woman's delicate mouth. "Yes."The woman's gaze immediately fell upon Amanda. She stared her up and down and drew a cigarette to her mouth."What do you think?" Draz asked. Amanda noted a hint of nervousness in her voice."She's pretty," said the woman."Do you like her?" Draz said.The woman shrugged and let out a puff of smoke."She's yours, Clairie," Draz added."But you're going to fuck her," Clairie said, a touch of jealousy in her voice. Amanda had never heard such language, not even at home. Whores were fucked. Prostitutes. Is that what she was?"We share everything. You can take her virginity, if you want it. We have toys for that."Clairie smiled, then, and gave her wife a sidelong, playful look. "It's been a while since I've had a virgin. But I like to watch you take them. Have you trained her?""Just a little.""Clearly," Clairie said, and looked up at Amanda. Her expression lost all humor. "Never look down on your masters, girl. Kneel before me." Clairie spoke with authority, expecting compliance rather than waiting for it. Amanda did not have to guess that the consequences would be severe if she disobeyed now.oocRuh-roh! Drama! Almost immediately after her calling out, the door opened. Amanda instantly recognized the two servants. They looked exotic and straight out of a cartoon but she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable being nude around them. Her breasts swayed and jiggled uncomfortably as they were still a little sensitive. Her craving for her food and thirst was quenched and before she could protest against being touched by the two Asian servants, she really didn’t want to anymore.Their hands were soft but their touch was firm and even when they were touching her at inappropriate places, Amanda didn’t protest. She enjoyed it. Never in her life had she been touched like that, not even by herself. She had never been the center of attention for anyone and now, everything in Yin and Yang’s world centered around Amanda.She didn’t know what arousal felt like, so she couldn’t really tell what was happening when her body began to tense up and her breathing became a little out of control. The hands on her body stopped touching her immediately though and one of the two slapped her in the face gently. It helped Amanda regain control over her body and she quietly thanked the girl touching her.When they were done, Amanda felt a desire for something. She didn’t know what but whatever it was, she wanted it badly. Amanda was only half aware of the jewelry put on her. The young runaway was in a blissful state of arousal but due to her inexperience, she didn’t know what it was. All she knew was that, as she was being led by the leash through a maze of corridors and rooms, her breasts felt like they would explode and every step she took the silk of the dress made that feeling worse. She wanted nothing more than to take the dress off and for somebody to touch them. Finally she understood what she was feeling. Arousal. She wanted somebody to touch her breasts and play with them and now that the realization had set in, Amanda had to fight the urge to do it herself.Before entering another room, the servants spoke to her. She registered it, but it didn’t make sense. Implant? Suddenly she realized what the warm feeling on the back of her head was and she involuntarily reached her right hand to the back of her head. It felt like her head. Hair, her neck, her skin. No obvious signs of anything but then again, she had been shaved, bathed and fed without her knowing it. Nothing made sense. Except the raging lust in her breasts.In the room she saw Draz and another woman. Equally pretty and equally impressive in her presence. The image followed soon and Amanda did her best to take the position she was told. Ankles and calves tightly together, hands flat on her thighs.The other woman spoke and Amanda felt like she was being judged in some contest.Fuck me?Please… Please do so now.She resisted the urge to groan and beg, her arousal now almost unbearable now that she knew what it was. Everything started to make sense as well. She was taken in to be a whore. Free of charge except some food. Her arousal blurred her sanity and instead of running away, Amanda found herself kneeling in front of the brunette, like she had been told. Sitting on her knees, she lowered her head looking at her swollen nipples and knees, hoping the aching in the first would be taken away soon before it would drive her mad. "Look how she quivers, the poor thing," Draz observed. "She looks about to burst, too. Hope you're thirsty.""Naturally," Clairie replied. "And quiet as a mouse. Kneeling like a good girl. You chose well, love. Now let's see how humble she is."Clairie gazed down at Amanda with the sort of assumed superiority normally reserved for royalty. She could be, for all Amanda knew. Draz wore slippers, not unlike the ones Amanda wore. Clairie was naked below the knee, her feet bare and perfectly manicured, her nails painted and polished to a gemlike shine. She had one leg cast over the other, her bare foot bobbing lazily. "A slave must always know her place," Clairie said, and glanced from Amanda to her foot. "Kiss it. Worship me. Show me how grateful you are to be my slave." Amanda still had some shudders and conflicting emotions at being called a slave. But at the same time, it felt safe being here and safety had been something she had been missing for a long time now. She looked up at Clairie and Draz, both beautiful women in their own right and in her own mind, she still looked like a feral wildling. Only when she put her hands on the smooth leg did she remember the treatment she’d had.Her own hands felt smooth and soft but Clairie’s calf and shin were just as smooth. No traces of hair anywhere, just smooth, soft skin. Amanda had never met anybody with such smooth legs. Not that she knew many people, let alone how their skin felt but she just couldn’t imagine anybody who did that. She lowered her hands towards the foot and found to her surprise it was equally smooth. No callous skin, no imperfections, nothing. Just smooth skin and perfectly manicured toes. Amanda ran her hands over the foot, touching it as if she was touching the most precious and brittle material in the world.She continued to feel her swollen and aching breasts and leaning forward meant the chafing of the fabric of her dress was even more agitating but she couldn’t resist the urge to kiss the foot. Normally she’d have felt disgusted by the idea but this one was so precious, so beautiful and so inviting, and Amanda was so horny, she couldn’t resist. Carefully she bent forward and took the leg in both her hands and raised it a little. Then she put her lips on the top of Clairie’s foot and kissed it. The skin felt even softer on her lips than it had done on her fingers. With her hands now tracing the lower leg, she continued to kiss the foot and toes. She groaned in her arousal and to her surprise, felt no shame about it.The poor girl had no idea what was happening to her but she wanted things she never felt before. She wanted, no, needed, to be touched. Her breasts ached, they felt ready to burst and because of how firm and erect they were, they looked bigger than they had ever done, making them look almost obscene on her otherwise tiny body.The kisses turned into licking, her tongue dancing over the soft skin, tasting the very light salty taste of the skin. After thoroughly kissing the toes and foot, she starting tracing her tongue up over the skin. Her hands now exploring the foot and toes. By the time she had reached Clairie’s knee with her mouth, Amanda had gotten so desperate she involuntarily positioned herself so that Clairie’s foot was between her legs and she began to ride the foot like a dog in need. Clairie watches Amanda worship her with a dispassionate expression. If she is a goddess, she is an aloof and capricious goddess. The tiniest smile forms on her lips when the poor girl starts shamelessly humping her foot. Draz does nothing beyond watch. This moment is for her wife, not for her. After a few minutes of watching the pathetic flailing of her slave, Clairie reaches down and gently cups Amanda's cheek with the palm of her hand.Then she slaps her across the face."No your place, slave," she says in a calm, cruel voice. "You are a vehicle for our pleasure, not the other way around. Your pleasure is an accident, or entertainment, as the mood suits us. Do that again and I will have you whipped, do you understand?"Amanda's breasts chose this moment to reach and then exceed capacity. The pressure building within her reaches an unbearable apex, one in which she is sure she will rupture. And then, it happens. Amanda feels the most blissful release. Akin to the feeling of releasing her bladder after being impossibly full, but so much better. Nearly orgasmic, if she knew what that felt like. In the very next instant, she feels warmth and wetness spreading from her breasts, soaking into her sift. She glances down. Milk is erupting out of her ( The sensation is amazing. So much better than she imagined it could be.Yin and Yang appear. Moving quickly, they lift the shift over her head and toss it aside. Then they gently urge Amanda to lean forward, and holding cups to her breasts,milkher, massaging her breasts and nipples until every last drop as been harvested. The feeling is even more intense, leaving Amanda in the blissful throes of sensations she has never before experienced."Be careful," Draz cautions. "Do not let her climax."Amanda can feel it approaching. That word.Climax. Yes, something is building within her. A need for release, so intense it drives out ever other thought and desire. She can feel it radiating from her core all the way to her scalp and the tips of her toes. She feels so very alive, every nerve ending is electric. Yin and Yang do not give her that release, which makes the absence of touch when they are finished so much the worse. They now have two nearly full glasses, one pink and the other a chocolate color."Do you prefer strawberry milk or chocolate?" Draz asks her wife."Strawberry, my love," Clairie responds.Yin and Yang offer the glasses before returning to the mess left behind from milking Amanda. Once they are finished, they retreat to the corner of the room. Amanda is left alone, her body cleaned from the milking but her nipples raw and puffy, with milk occasionally dribbling out of her.Strawberry and chocolate. The flavors she craved when she woke up. Clearly, Draz had modified her body to produce milk according to her taste, and made the sensation of being milked intensely pleasurable for her. What other changes had she made? Amanda thought she was losing her mind. The slap didn't just feel good, she almost moaned into the warmth of her cheek as she back on her hands and knees, not registering what the voice said to her about being whipped.Then time slowed down as she felt her breasts basically filled to capacity. Before she can touch them herself, she notices Yin and Yang through her hazy eyes. Their hands on her breasts feel heavenly. Amanda's eyes go cross and her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she feels her breasts being massaged in a way to extract milk from them. She is silent, her face in a silent look of bliss as only her heavy and irratic breathing is heard.For a split moment Amanda feels her brain is mush and being massaged out of her breasts. This feeling is so good. She doesn't want it to end. All of her body, all of her nerves are registering everything. The soft hands of the two Asian servants, the milk leaving her nipples, the warm air on her skin and even the presence of the two women is felt on her skin.After what felt like an eternity, the hands stop. Amanda groans at the absence of touch. Her body quickly replies as well, lowering her senses again. Slowly Amanda regains some of her senses and comes to realise what had just happened. Pink and chocolate.She looks at the glasses, still a bit dumbfounded and then at her breasts. They have their normal size again and aren't swollen anymore. Slowly Amanda sits up on her knees and as her breasts slightly hang over her chest, she is now sure they are smaller. They no longer stand firm and they no longer ache. To each of her nipple still a droplet of pink and chocolate colour. It doesn't make sense to Amanda. What have they done to her when she was asleep? She can hear and see without being shown anything or spoken to and now this? She shifts a little uneasy as she watches the two women.The more pressing matter on her mind though, more pressing than any other, is when she gets touched like this again. She doesn't speak or look at the women. Instead she averts her gaze to her knees, bending her head. Simply because it felt like the right thing to do.

The Room [wiggles _ Dashenka]

The Hunted [Nymphadora _ TheDoctor _ Dashenka]

Kensington had been living in the home for two years at the time of the raid. Her parents had been arrested and taken somewhere or they were dead already. Kensi couldn’t wait for them and as her parents had been traitors to the regime, nobody wanted to take her in. So, in order to stay alive, she had little choice and when Bertrand offered her a job in his underground brothel, she accepted.( she hadn’t expected was that the place was literally underground. It was an ordinary looking shop when you entered it, filled with antiques and stuff but through a door there was a stairs that led down into a theatre like area where the girls were dancing and on the side smaller rooms were the residents lived and worked. Kensi was one of four permanent residents. In the room next to her was Natalya, a Ukrainian student who had lost her visa and was now illegal in the country and next to her were the two sisters.None of that mattered now though. Last night, the place was raided, probably by a tip from somebody. Bertrand had tried to safe the situation but he was shot on sight. Because it was after closing hours, all the dancers and clients had gone home and the four young women were arrested. Kensi knew it was bad and that her situation was critical but just how bad it was, she only learned when she and the others were taken to what the people around them called the holding cell. The four of them were stripped naked, hosed off with ice cold water and after two other girls were pushed in the cell with them, a curtain raised and the six naked women inside the cell were put on full display in front of the police station for all to see.They were left on display for a whole day and night. The crowd mocked, laughed, spat on them and insulted them. Some even touched them through the open bars. At first the guards told the crowd off but as the time passed, more and more became allowed.On the second morning, the cell was opened and one by one the women were taken out, hosed off again and were given a large metal collar around their necks and their arms were tied behind their back. The collars were chained together in a row and when each was given a sack over their head, they were marched across the city.Kensi felt the terrain change under her bare feet. She felt she hands on her skin when she was slapped and she felt the spit on her body when people called her what she was and let her know how they felt about it. The weather had been good for the days in the cell but now it was cold and damp. Despite this though, the whole city had shown up to watch.She was the second in the row but she had no idea who was in front of her and every attempt she made to speak was quickly thwarted with a hard punch in the stomach or a slap in the face. They seemed to have lost all their rights as human beings.The march felt endless and by the time they stopped, Kensington was battered, bruised, exhausted and terrified. She had no idea what was going to happen to her. Nobody told her anything.“Get them up.”A low voice barked an order and the line of women was moving again. Apparently there was a set of steps but nobody told the first girl about it. As she fell, she pulled Kensi down as well and the girl behind Kensi as well. A laughter rose from the crowd.“Stupid whores!”“Dumb bitches!”They were dragged on their feet and pulled up the steps where they were lined up again. She felt two callous hands remove the collar from her neck after it was unlocked and it being replaced with something else.A silence suddenly fell over the crowd and footsteps were heard coming up the steps. Kensi followed the footsteps in front of her until they stopped.“Ladies and gentlemen. Fair citizens of Pentax. In these troubled times of famine and extreme weather, it is important that we follow the rations and rules set by our emperor. These six… whores… were found in two different brothels in Pentax. They were indulging themselves in wine and meat and luxuries and as they sold their bodies for sex and lust, they got more and more luxuries that the common man cannot even begin to imagine.”There was a pause and a loud cheering and yelling. After a moment or two, the man continued talking.“But rest assured, fair citizens of Pentax. Justice has been served and an example will be set. Let these filthy whores serve as a warning to everybody in Pentax breaking the law… You will be punished… You will be… executed!”More cheering erupted and at the same time, the hoods were pulled off the young women’s heads. They found themselves on a platform in front of a large cathedral, a noose around their neck and their hands still tied behind their back. And they were still very naked.“Glory to the emperor! Hail! Hail! Hail!”Amidst the cacophony of noises, Kensi realised what was happening. She was going to be hanged! A terrifying realisation that within moments, she’d be flailing and gasping for air as she hung from her neck, set in. She looked down at her feet and saw the trap door. It looked old and rickety and when she looked up she saw the knot and above that, the rope around the beam. To her left was Natalya, who had been up front. Her nose was bleeding, probably from when she hit the deck as she tripped over the steps first. To her right were the two sisters who she was very close with and the two other women she had never seen. Each of the women looked terrified and panicked.Kensi was shaking like a leaf and the only emotion she felt was a paralysing fear. She lost control over her bladder, emptying it to feel a little warmth in the cold and gray weather. It took her everything she had for her knees not to cave in and hang herself prematurely.At the side of the stage a man began to hit the drums, lazily and slowly. Across the square a balcony opened and the Emperor appeared from his mansion, overlooking the happening. After the applause from the crowd for their Emperor died down, the drums began to go faster and faster until it became a roll.Kensi found herself crying and begging out loud. She didn’t hear the girls next to her probably doing the same.The drum roll continued for seconds and then suddenly stopped. There was a loud sound and next to her, the girls fell through the trapdoor. She had no idea what was happening. Was she dead already? She looked to her left and saw pretty Natalya’s body spasming for air below her. Her blonde hair blocked her eyes that were filled with terror. To her right she saw three more girls in a struggle for life and death but one of the sisters was, like her still standing on the trap door.Was this not cruel enough? Were they going to drop after they had seen their friends die. The four naked girls in a death struggle where cheered on by the crowd. Kensi looked around her, felt a wave of nausea overcome her and heaved up what little she had in her stomach.Normally the drop would break the victim’s neck, making it a quick death but as they were used to set an example, the girls suffered for minutes. Natalya was the first to go. Her tiny body had made the highest drop and as her feet spasmed for one last time, Kensi broke down. She screamed, cried, cursed and cried some more. Why hadn’t she dropped yet? Why were she and the other not dead? ( and Hannah Jameson had been seduced into the home by Bertrand, like most of the girls who came and went. Like the others, they were homeless and had been since they were young. Waifs that had lost their parents in the old violence that had permeated the poorer areas of Pentax. They had lived with their elderly grandmother for a time before she'd died as well. It hadn't been long after that when Bertrand had found them.Hannah was the older of the two, slender with a deeper red to her hair. She had found their new life easier to handle. Even enjoyed it, the attention from men and sometimes their wives. They had a home, of sorts, and they were together. They'd been allowed to stay together in the same room and even worked together with some of the callers that came to the secret brothel. Sisters were a good draw. Bertrand took great advantage of it. Not that the girls really benefitted from the extra income to the home. Still, he wasn't a truly bad man. He kept them safe, fed and they were off the street.The raid had come without warning, as they do. Violent, loud with bloodshed. Bertrand was gone and unable to help the girls. Sarah clung to Hannah's hand, crying softly throughout the ordeal. The four girls all stayed close, clinging to the familiar of their fellow prisoners. They were shamed, spit on and forced to stand in the cell on display. With the addition of the two other women, there was not a lot of room. All of them suffered as the guards became lax about what the crowd did to them. By the next day, exhaustion bled into the terror of what would come of them. It was so obvious they, as whores, were being made an example for all to see. It seemed so unfair. Theirs was far from the only secret brothel. And what of the daring women who managed to sell themselves out in the open? Why were they being singled out and tormented?The sisters were separated by another girl but Kensington was there, next to her sister as they were all bound and chained together by heavy metal collars. The sack over her head muffled the sounds of the city as they were forced to walk blindly through the throngs gathered. Her own whimpers of fear were loud in the sack, the scent of stale grain thick in her nose. Meaty thumps could be heard with the sound of pained yelps. Hannah was not spared the abuse as she felt a hard punch to the side of her head. The staggering pain nearly knocked her over, the line of girls wobbling every time one of them was struck.They were not spoken to unless it was to debase in some inhuman way. Soft, wet objects, probably spoiled food, struck her now and then. She could sort of pick out her sister's voice as Sarah whimpered helplessly ahead of her in the line. Hannah hated that the younger girl was suffering. Her protective nature wanted to rage and fight any who touched her sister but she was helpless. Her arms tightly bound behind her and blind to all as they were shoved forward to keep them moving onward.It felt like hours when suddenly there was a great yank on the chain at her collar. The sound of yelps and cries of pain told Hannah nothing. Laughter rang out around them all. "Sarah! Sarah!" She cried out and took a hard slap to her face. The chain tugged upwards as they moved forward and clumsily Hannah figured out that she was to climb steps leading upwards. None of it told her anything. Would they be put on display again? Worse? The terror of what could be worse chilled her as the collar was removed and something else snugged around her throat.“Ladies and gentlemen. Fair citizens of Pentax. In these troubled times of famine and extreme weather, it is important that we follow the rations and rules set by our emperor. These six… whores… were found in two different brothels in Pentax. They were indulging themselves in wine and meat and luxuries and as they sold their bodies for sex and lust, they got more and more luxuries that the common man cannot even begin to imagine.”“But rest assured, fair citizens of Pentax. Justice has been served and an example will be set. Let these filthy whores serve as a warning to everybody in Pentax breaking the law… You will be punished… You will be… executed!”Bright light, even on the dismal day and her long tousled hair fell loosely around her face and shoulders. Hannah looked out over the crowd. Looked around and saw what was happening. Understood it was a noose around her neck. She turned her head and saw Kensi who looked terrified to the extreme. Sarah was there next to her and Natalya on Kensi's other side. A strange separated Hannah from her sister.“Glory to the emperor! Hail! Hail! Hail!”"Gods, please! No!" She muttered through sobs of terror. The words she pleaded with as the drums began became unintelligible. She looked over, staring at her sister who stared back with her own lips spread wide in a near constant wail of fear. Suddenly Sarah's wail was cut short. A loud bang and to her horror she was watching her sister drop and dangle from her neck. Hannah couldn't breathe but not because she was hanging. She hadn't even noticed that she was still standing on two feet, alive."SARAH!! NO NO NO NOOOO" She screamed and strained to reach her sister. The noose was snug and while she pulled, chafing her throat with the rope, choking herself a little in the process, she did not dangle helplessly like her sister. Rage and terror blended as she screamed and cursed while watching her sister slowly hang to death. It was only after she'd gone hoarse and the twitching and gagging sounds grew silent that Hannah realised she was still standing and alive. Only then did she see Kensington standing there as well.Her eyes stared in disbelief at her friend. Confusion. Terror than the malfunctioning doors would drop from under them any moment anyway. Hannah sobbed, looking around, trying to understand but utterly helpless just the same. “Glory to the emperor! Hail! Hail! Hail!”At the side of the stage a man began to hit the drums, lazily and slowly. Across the square a balcony opened and the Emperor appeared from his mansion, overlooking the happening. After the applause from the crowd for their Emperor died down, the drums began to go faster and faster until it became a roll.The drum roll continued for seconds and then suddenly stopped. There was a loud sound and suddenly four of the six trap doors opened, four of the pretty, naked women dropping. Yet their necks were not broken, this had been ensured in order for the girls to suffer in there deaths. The crowds, which had been so deafeningly loud before, suddenly fell silent and watched as the four woman began to struggle and fight their impending fate. They wouldn't be able to escape and they were only making things worse for themselves. Five or so minutes later and they were all dead, hanging completely still, apart from two.“Ladies and gentlemen. Fair citizens of Pentax. In these troubled times of famine and extreme weather, it is important that we ensure our future wealth. These six… whores… were found in two different brothels in Pentax''.There was a pause and a loud cheering and yelling. After a moment or two, the man continued talking.“However, fair citizens of Pentax. Only four of these whores hang dead before you. Justice has been served and an example will be set. Let these filthy whores serve as a warning to everybody in Pentax breaking the law… You will be punished… You will be… executed!”The loud cheering continued once more, along with the yelling, until the man began to speak again.''It is under the Emporer's instructions that the two whores alive before your very eyes will take part in a hunt. They will be transported and every man and woman in Pentax will have the opportunity to pay to hunt. Any funds raised will go back into the city of Pentax in order to ensure our promising and healthy future. Guards, take the whores away....''Suddenly the two remaining women had the ropes cut from around them. They were helped down onto their feet and then escorted back through the crowds and led back onto the square. Immediately the atmosphere changed from happy to hostile. The guards led them both through the groups of people who called her out, spat on her and pulled at their bodies, groping, squeezing, as well striking their naked forms. They could do nothing but take the assaults and around twenty minutes later they were finally alone once more, apart from the guards who led them into a small house to the side of the town square. They were thrown down onto the wet, rat infested floor, and then doors behind them were locked shut.As they remained upon the floor, rats surrounded them, nipping at their naked bodies whilst the guards moved past them, into a part of the room which was a little lighter, revealing two small cages. Hannah was picked up first and she was dragged across the filthy, wet floor, and then placed into the cage. Unknown to the eye initially was a metal dildo which seemed to be part of the floor and certainly wasn't moveable. Hannah was forced to sit down directly onto it, the guards saying nothing as she was impaled upon the cold metal and she then found her ankles and wrists locked to the cage, making it almost impossible for her to move inside of the cage, and she'd certainly be unable to lift herself off of the dildo which was now buried deep inside of her.Kensi was next, and she was given the same treatment. If she fought, then she was struck, hard and harshly. Within a few minutes, both whores were locked in position, and the cages were locked shut. More guards entered and they were both transported into the back of one van, placed next to each other, positioned so that the girls were forced to look at one another.The van was locked away in a garage and they were left there overnight. If either of the girls needed the toilet, then they'd be forced to go in their respective cages. They had no other choice and it was another day before the garage was unlocked, and finally the van began to move, taking them to their next location. It took another few hours before they finally arrived and their cages were lifted out of the back of the van.( was dark all around them. It was quite clearly the evening time and it would take a little time for their eyes to adjust but once they had, and then began to look around their new environment, they'd recognise they were in the deserted part of the city, one which had been ravaged and torn apart by war and famine. It was fenced off from the rest of the city, but still covered a vast amount of land. The sun was beginning to fall. Around them stood tall structures and piles of rubble, the remains of a city, now left abandoned. Nature had started the process of reclaiming it, a slow and steady take over. If they hadn't have been caught up in such trouble, they might have taken a moment to appreciate just how beautiful it was. The sky was clear and quiet, flowers growing from between the cracks in old pavement, even a few trees sprouting right in the middle of what had once been a busy road way.This wasn't a place to cherish however. While they were both outside of, and away, from the main part of Pentax, that didn't mean they were safe. Nowhere was safe for them anymore.It still hadn't been properly explained to them why they had been saved from death but not for much longer. Two men appeared and in doing so, the guards suddenly unchained the two girls from the cages.''You have been spared a painful death however you are not free. You both broke the law and therefore you will never return to Pentax again. Instead you will live here. You will be given no clothes. You will be given no food. This is your life now, just the two of you, alone. You will be hunted too by the rich and powerful families of Pentax. If you are caught, then you are at the mercy of your capturers. They can do whatever they want with you. When they are done. They will release you, and the hunt will continue''.It was made sure that it was understood before the cages were finally opened. ''The hunt will begin tomorrow morning. You have the evening to try and get ahead of the game. The whole side of this city is open to you both. Let the Hunt begin!''The guards and men drove off, leaving both women in their cages, no longer locked up, but with the dildos still very much impaling them both.The city had much to offer. Vast amounts of land were areas of forest, others were in ruin. There was a large lake to one side, whilst the sewage system could well offer them a place to hide, at least initially. One thing was for certain however. They couldn't remain they were, at the start of the main road. They'd need to move, and they only had the night to do so. With the men gone, Kensi was still reeling from shock. She desperately tried to process everything that happened. The big metal dildo lodged inside of her was hardly noticed, it's discomfort easily paled by the shock of the last day. Her body was running on autopilot, she hadn't slept for a couple of days and hadn't eaten for days either. Slowly she emerged from the cage and the realisation began to set in.Hunted. They were going to be hunted. Four days ago this would have sounded ridiculous and unbelievable. People couldn't be hunted, there simply was no way. And maybe that was still true but the last few days, neither she nor Hannah were being treated as people.She thought back about that moment. That horrible hinging noise followed by the gagging, choking sound of four pretty young women struggling for air. And she saw the image of little Natalya dying again, she heard Hannah scream again for her sister and she tasted that stale taste of her stomach contents as she threw them out.Kensi moved to Hannah and wrapped her arms around her, both to comfort herself as well as to comfort Hannah. At least they had each other. With the sun mostly gone from the sky already, it was getting a bit chilly. Pentax wasn't located in some tropical climate, it was on the east coast of the United States. The bit they were dumped used to be called Manhattan before the Great Unrest that caused the whole of the United States to collapse. Pentax was raised from the ashes of Newark, built to and by the Emperor. It was everything he was. Cold, void of emotions and it was a dicators wet dream. But the people were happy, fed and entertained so nobody ever complained.It was getting colder soon and Kensi struggled with her priorities. Shelter and warmth? Or water and food? They hadn't had a meal or fluids for days now but she was exhausted."We have to move. In the morning they'll come through the tunnel and if we are still here..."She shuddered to think what would happen to them. Rape, torture and what else? Maybe Natalya and Sarah were better off. As cruel as their endings might have been, at least they didn't have to suffer.Kensi rubber her cunt, only now feeling how sore it was from being impaled in that cage. Also her feet were sensitive, no doubt because of the cold pavement she was standing on. As she looked around she began to realise just how daunting their challenge was. After Manhattan had been devastated, people had been evacuated and nobody had been allowed back. Which on the plus side meant that houses should have supplies they could use but on the other hand it meant that the city was as chaotic as it had been on the day of the evacuation."Maybe we can find some clothes and shoes in a building. That should make it easier. I... I don't know where we should go next? We need food and water."With Hannah agreeing, both women set off into the urban jungle of overgrown streets, abandoned buildings and an eary silence. The third apartment they barged into held what they were looking for. It was a third story apartment with a river view and must have cost a fortune back in the days. There was nothing edible in the house but it used to belong to a woman so unlike the other two apartments they had checked, this one had clothes they both fit. Knowing the nights could be cool or cold, Kensington put on three layers of clothes and some sneakers she found.If they want to rape me, let them work for it.From the windows of the apartment, she could still see the tunnel entrance so, as inviting as the place was to stay the night, get a good night sleep and then continue, they had to get a move on. Then she saw a poster on the wall with a lay out of Manhattan and her eyes were immediately drawn to the big blue dot in the middle. Central Park."There! If we go there, there might still be water there and if it's fresh, we can drink it." This is your life now, just the two of you, alone. You will be hunted too by the rich and powerful families of Pentax. If you are caught, then you are at the mercy of your capturers. They can do whatever they want with you. When they are done. They will release you, and the hunt will continueThe voice echoed in her head, tormenting her freshly every reiteration. Hannah had sobbed, struggled and exhausted herself in the cage. Her rage and sorrow at her sister's death, all of the deaths done for them to witness had changed her. She no longer felt like the sweet, doe-eyed girl who welcomed men and women into realms of pleasure with skilled hands and body. That had been her persona for patrons, played willingly with her sister, the girls being what was desired and earning their reputation.Now those brilliant blue eyes stared about in the failing light of the ruined city they'd been left in. Her body ached. Her mind ached. Her heart was broken. She stood next to the cage, a different person, shock had changed her.The sound of Kensi heaving whatever was in her belly made her blink slowly. She wanted to go to her friend but was frozen in their new reality. Suddenly Kensington was there, holding her and Hannah returned the embrace. Her forehead leaned to Kensi's templed and she allowed herself to feel the enormity of the situation. The terror of what they now faced. They had each other and needed each other. Together they would be stronger, maybe they'd even have a chance."Yeah, move. Keep moving. We have to, yes," Hannah replied and linked her hand into her friend's. But moving, just the thought of it, made her want to lie down and give up. She was tired, sore and filthy. Maybe giving up would be better. Let whatever was going to happen, happen and maybe it would end that much sooner. She wasn't thinking right and thankfully Kensi seemed to be. Her hand was pulled and the girls moved off. Hannah groaning softly as those first hurried steps were painful to her raw cunt. That damnable metal dildo had rubbed and stretched her inside, unforgivingly painful. She felt rawness between her thighs but moved, pushing herself to stay with the only person in her life now.How they managed to find something in their exhausted and half-starved state was a miracle. They'd worked together, climbing stairs in near darkness and fighting open doors until they had success. The empty apartment was cosy and seemed so normal if you ignored the thick layer of dust everywhere. The woman who'd lived there had to have been an evacuee, there was no sign of disarray. The countertops were clear, the cupboards and silent fridge empty of perishables. In the bedroom, the bed was made, neatly, fastidiously. It reminded her of her lost sister. Sarah was all about keeping things neat in their room.Hannah pulled on layers as well. Sniffling and fighting to keep herself focused. If not for her own sake then for Kensi. "What? Where?" She called back and slowly wandered back out to join her friend, leaving the bed behind.The poster drew her eyes and she nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I feel like I'm drying out inside..." She muttered and plucked at the skin on the back of her hand. It took a moment for the pinched bundle of skin to lay flat again. She pointed to the poster at the tunnel. "That's where they left us so this must be about where we are now," she said as she tried to find a quick path to the park. "This way, it's fast and a straight shot. Drink, lay low in the woods in the park. There could be places to hide in there."It was full dark when they got back down to the street. Hannah hung onto Kensi's hand as they carefully made their way to the park, checking corners and listening for the sounds of any other people. They might have said it wouldn't be until morning but it remained to be seen if that would be true. There was nothing to stop them being hunted whenever the rich felt like it. They were not human to these people anymore, they were game to be played with. Toys. It was disgusting.As luck would have it, something had apparently crashed through the wall during the chaos where they came upon it and the girls didn't have to trek further to find one of the gates into the park. Not that it really mattered, the hike to the lake would take them up that way, anyway. It did mean more cover in the park, of course. Trees and shrubs. Overgrown grass that blew in the wind. It felt better in the park like they stood a chance.By the time they reached the lake, Hannah was hobbling with exhaustion. She had not let go of Kensi's hand, clinging to it as if to an anchor on reality. It was dark but the stars above were bright. Not that the girls took the time to notice as the crisp, cool water was soon cupped into hands and sucked down dry throats. Hannah groaned, almost sobbing in relief until cramps struck her from having drunk too much too fast. She curled up and fought hard, managing to keep the water in her belly."Maybe fishing..." she began but quickly ruled it out. Hunting and fishing would mean having to find a way to cook their catch. Having a fire burning was a sure way to get found. "Never mind... but berries maybe and ... and maybe apples?" Hannah looked hopelessly at Kensington. "I don't know how to do any of these things?" She was close to tears again as she wiped her wet hands on her topmost sweater. "God, what are we going to do, Kensi?" They had walked for hours and Kensi too was close to collapse by the time they had reached the small lake. She wanted to throw herself in it, swim around and drink it empty but the whole situation and her exhaustion stopped her. The blonde drank and drank until she was full. There was hunger and she had seen fish in the lake. Lots of fish but Hannah was right. Cooking them meant making a fire and out in the open, that was a sure giveaway.And then a terrifying realisation sank in. One that paralysed her again and nearly made her black out.Two young women who had been on public dispay for two days in total, who had seen their friends die, who were humiliated and who were dumped into this place without a proper meal or water in their bellies for days had taken an evening to get to this pond.They might as well have stayed near the tunnel and hold up a bullseye.Whoever the hunters were, they were fed, healthy and prepared. And most of all, they knew the state the girls were in. They knew the first place the girls had to go, was a source of water. The river on both sides was probably unsafe to drink so the only place left was where they had actually gone. The lake and the park was the first place the hunters would come looking for them.She didn't have the heart or strength to tell Hannah. They'd have to leave this place but she just couldn't.Kensi tried to get up twice but fell back into the grass everytime. She was too tired to get up."Apples sound good... Nice and juicy apples.."She whispered, trying to imagine it in her mouth. She lay on her back, next to Hannah and watched the stars."They'll come here... first thing... We can let them... rape us... right here. They then leave us here I think. At least we have water and fish. If the rape is not too bad, it will keep us alive at least."Kensi hadn't considered her option but as she spoke the words, soft broken and tired, it sounded like a good option. They could sleep in, have water, try to fish, cook the fish and be fed. All they had to do in return was give their bodies to whoever came hunting for them. It wasn't too different from what they had done prior to being arrested anyway.The big unknown was if the rape wouldn't be so bad. What if it was bad? What if they didn't just rape them but also torture them? She wasn't thinking straight. Her exhaustion was taking over and she turned on her side to face Hannah. Pretty Hannah with the big blue eyes who's sister had been hanged to die, naked and afraid and mocked by hundreds of people. Laying next to her friend and the only other person in the world to her, Hannah stared up at the stars as Kensi talked about apples briefly. The very thought after so long without food brought a moan from her throat. The sound tapered off into a sob as Kensi continued."Kensi... no... no," she did break down then, just a little. "They won't let us just lie back and take it... They want us to run and be scared. They'll make us run and be scared and it's what they'll do to make us run is why we can't just be here for them to find," she continued, turning her head as Kensi rolled over.Hannah rolled over too then reached out and cupped her friend's cheek softly. "We can't stay here... but let's lie here for a bit. Rest for a bit."She was tired too. More than tired. Her body hurt it was so exhausted. "Just for a bit... then we have to move." There was a pleading tone to her voice even as she started to fade away, exhaustion claiming her, for the moment, anyway. The layers of clothes, the flattened grass under them, it was comfortable. More comfortable than they had been in days, anyway. She didn't care anymore about what could be. Maybe the rape wouldn't be too bad. She wanted to tell Hannah that if they wanted them to run and be scared, maybe the two of them should do the opposite. What was the worst that could happen? But she was too tired. The water in her body felt good but with the immediate threat of dehydration gone, the exhaustion was now foremost on her mind."Yeah.. Sleep.."Kensi didn't want to, but she had to. Her body overruled her senses and she dozed off. She was warm, comfortable and hydrated.She dreamed of apples and how juicy they tasted and how elated she felt when they found them.A few hours later she woke up from a sound. In her exhausted state of mind though, it was hard to place where it came from and what it was. The first thing that struck her was that way in the distance, the sky was lighter than right above them. The sun was already starting to come up.Then she heard the rustle again. She realised it was grass rustling and some panting sound. Hannah was still next to her so it couldn't be her."Hannah.. Wake up.."She shook her friend awake gently. Even if the sound was nothing, they still had to get a move on... The image burned in her memory, her voice cracking as she screamed. The burning of the rope binding her hands behind her back. Helpless. So helpless. Pain and terror. There was no more humiliation at being left on display. There was only pain and terror. Both emotions were in her heart. Ripping her soul."Sarah..." she murmured sadly as Kensi shook her a little."What?!" Hannah sat upright suddenly, the word gasped before her eyes were fully open. It was dark still but not fully. Even bleary-eyed Hannah figured that out quickly. She grabbed for Kensi's hands to reassure herself she wasn't alone, that her friend was still there even though it had been the other girl waking her up.Her head whipped around and she clutched Kensi's hands tightly. "What was that?" she breathed, her eyes searching what could be seen around them faintly as she heard something moving nearby. That cleared the cobwebs and Hannah got up, still holding Kensi's hand in one of her own as she pulled her friend closer then pointed urgently away from the direction they originally come from, around the lake they'd slept next to.Her eyes were wide as she moved, pulling Kensi along in the direction she'd indicated. "Do you think they are already in the parK?" She whispered as they started to move faster. There were no hunters. Nor would there be for at least another couple of hours. The Emperor at least wanted to ensure that the first set of hunters would have their work cut out for them. Whilst he wanted the whores to be found and abused, he didn't want to make it too easy. Yet that didn't mean that the empire of Pentax couldn't play tricks upon the two girls, lost in the abandoned part of the city.They weren't alone. A large pack of wild dogs had picked up on their scents from about a mile out. They'd moved together, getting closer and closer, the scents getting stronger and stronger. They found them too. The two girls, sleeping upon the floor of the overgrown park that had once been a hive of activity. Nowadays the grass was much longer, and the bushes and trees were a little out of control. There was no one to make sure that Central Park looked its best and whilst that worked in both Hannah and Kensington's favour whilst they were trying to hide, it also gave other species of animal the opportunity to remain hidden too.As the girls began to start moving once more, the pack followed, keeping their whereabouts hidden for now, even if the rustling in the grass indicated where they were. They were acting as predators, stalking their prey. Yet their progress was briefly stopped as the sounds of horns could be heard from the main part of the city, along with gunshots. Of course they were just a smokescreen, used to panic the girls who would be hunted. No one was coming after them just yet, but it would be enough to force them to begin to panic.The pack had stopped briefly, enough to give the girls distance once more, yet as silence once again fell upon Central Park, they began to search out their prey once more, getting closer and closer, the scent getting stronger and stronger once more.They caught up just as the girls made it to a larger lake that had formed. They stumbled as the grass turned into sand, and as they did the pack launched themselves upon the sleep deprived woman. They began a frenzied attack, biting and scratching, whilst they ripped the clothing the girls had found to shreds, continuing until both girls were upon their backs, curled up, covered in their own blood, each other's blood, no longer clothed, with shreds of fabric either hanging off of them, or around them.The pack began to circle them, panting with their tongues out, their teeth on full view. They were on the move, moving as fast as they could away from the place where they slept. Whatever it was that was out there, it was no good. Kensi couldn't answer Hannah's question as she simply didn't know the answer. Maybe these were the hunters already. Maybe it was something else, who knew. All Kensi knew at that time was that she wasn't ready to find out yet. So she followed Hannah as they ran away through the high grass and vegetation.As Kensi looked back a few times, she realised that it wasn't hunters. Whatever it was, was low to the ground and the sounds it made weren't human either. Then she heard the horns and the gunshots. That was definitely human. They had guns? Thank God. Maybe they'd shoot them and end this horror!After that whatever chased them seemed to have been scared off, allowing Hannah and Kensi to make their way to another body of water. She tripped over, rolled in the sand and just before she realised that she was actually in the sand rather than in the grass, she got jumped on.She shrieked out and screamed in fright as the dog began to claw at her clothes, it's sharp nails shredding it to pieces. Kensi fought and tried to push the dog off her but as she did, it sank it's teeth into her lower arm. Blood gushed out and she let out a wail of pain. Despite her fear and now pain as well, she kept fighting and got bitten twice more in her upper arm and leg. Her pristine body and skin had been cut and ripped at multiple places and at some point in her struggle, she could see Hannah bleeding as well.Kensi curled up in a fetal position, protecting her body, not even realising that her clothes had been shredded to bits and that she was in fact naked again. There was the stale smell of blood in her nose and warmth on her skin from the blood dripped from her body.Please... Please finish us but don't hurt us anymore... Please... The world whipped by as they ran, terror feeding the blurring vision in the semi-dark of early morning. Hannah was breathing heavier than her exertion really needed, panic barely held at bay. Sleep had been hard and far too short.Gunshots rang out and loud horns. A hunting party in the city, allowed to start early or had found their way onto the island. Hannah didn't know and didn't have time to care. There was something else closer and even less reasonable that the hunters would be. Some kind of animal was stalking them. She could hear the beasts as the tall grass rustled. The sounds had faded after the gunshots but that didn't stop the girls as they continued to run.Kensi went down suddenly and Hannah screamed, startled by the way her friend had fallen. Another lake spread out before them and they were on a beach, in the open! The realisation hit her at the same time that a dog landed on Kensi on the ground. Her friend had no chance to get up as another one joined. Hannah screamed again with a large maw clamped onto her ankle and yanked to drop her to the ground.The sand rose up and smacked her on the side of the head. Hannah was briefly dazed as snarls and heavy panting of a pack of wild dogs began to rip and pull at her clothes. Hannah struggled, trying to roll away, trying to kick out and fight them off. She could hear Kensi screaming in pain and terror as well. Animal attacks had not been anything they'd considered. Wild animals, at that. These used to be domesticated dogs now gone feral and vicious. Hungry?The layers of clothes were torn away with sharp claws and snarling, saliva dripping teeth. These dogs were big, lean and possibly hungry? There'd be nothing left for the hunters! Hannah tried to crawl away from the dogs that were attacking her, tried to get to Kensi. The redhead screamed as her body was shoved flat again as a pair of paws began to claw the clothes from her back. She fought, screaming in pain as teeth bit into her flesh and claws raked down her hip. All she could really do was curl up into a ball and hope it would end soon. Blood was smeared over her body. A rough bite sang painfully on her shoulder. She reached for Kensi and received a hard bite to her hand for her troubles.It was hard to say if it would have been worse if hunters had found them. She just had no idea what to expect as she curled as small as possible. The pack continued to circles their prey. Both girls were close enough to each other that the pack could surround the pair of them without really losing numbers, but were still far enough apart that they'd have to be approached separately. For the most part silence fell around them. The city was quiet once more and there were no more horns or shots of gunfire. It had been a tease, designed to trick the mind of the two women that would be hunted. There was no one coming for them just yet, but that didn't mean they were in any less danger. The woman would have an idea of what the hunters wanted, what they desired, the pack of wild dogs however, they were unreadable.Growls began to fill the cold, brisk morning air, their teeth on full show as saliva dripped from their razor sharp tools. It soon became apparent that there were two alphas within the group, and they both stepped forward, crouched down, growling furiously as if they were about to attack, whilst the other dogs had began to back off a little. not retreating fully however as they kept the girls surrounded, all of them with a menacing look in their eyes.The alphas could smell something on them, they had no idea what it was, but it triggered something inside of them, something that usually, was only triggered by a female member of their pack. Kensi and Hannah would have no idea. How would they? Unbeknown to them, the dildos that had been inserted inside of them, had been coated and covered in a lube that was filled with the same sort of chemicals that radiated off a bitch in heat. It had attracted the pack to them, and if they began to look a little closer, they'd realise just what the pack wanted from them both.The tips of their red shafts suddenly became visible from their sheaths, the whole pack growling with desire, with need. As they got closer and closer, the more and more their red shafts became visible to the naked eye, as it hung between their two hind legs. Two girls remained upon the floor, covered in dirt and sand, wrapped in the fetal position as they tried to protect themselves as best as they could.They growled louder, now circling them menacingly. Suddenly they barked and that led to the pack closing in. The girls began to get prodded and pushed from every possible direction, as the dogs seemingly began to play and tease with them. If they hadn't have been so clearly wild, then the girls may have started to relax, perhaps even started to enjoy some normality in their lives. It wasn't the case however. They were forced to roll around in the dirt with the large pack, and the dogs continued to push, nudge and provoke the two women until they had started to, perhaps instinctively, move closer and closer to one another until they were both huddled together, the pair of them now upon their knees, yet still curled up.There was no time to think about what to do next however, nor time to react to what came next. The two alphas of the pack suddenly attacked from behind. Strong paws dug into the backs of the women, forcing them forward, and as their hands reached out to stop them hitting the floor head first, it gave the dogs the final encouragement they required.The first dog immediately began to thrust, standing upon his hind legs as he held Hannah down, and immediately found home, his cock stretching her open as it drove into her pussy. The second began to thrust also, yet the first few missed the mark, the rock hard shaft prodding Kensi's ass and clit before eventually he found his target, forcing his cock into her tight depths. They wasted no time at all. They were not human. They immediately began to thrust hard and fast, dominating the two girls as the other dogs closed in around them, growling and barking whilst they were fucked behind like two bitches in heat. As the dogs moved around them, growling and snapping, Hannah could only cower. Why weren't they just attacking? Most of the pack seemed to be staying back, a ring of snarling or panting canines that stood guard as a couple of the large ones nudged and sniffed at the two women on the ground. Hannah inched her way towards Kensi, hoping that huddling together, they'd be able to protect themselves a bit better.Before she made it across the dirt to her friend the pack lunged in again. Hannah screamed, curling down tighter into a ball as clawed paws and cold, wet noses pushed and nudged her. Sharp yips and ever-present growling forced her to shift and shrink until she felt the warm body of her friend by her side. "It'll be ok... it'll be ok... it'll be ok..." Hannah began whimpering to herself as much as to Kensington. She daringly put her arm over Kensi's shoulders and the girls huddled close. They had their heads to the ground, instincts making them protect their faces. On their knees, as they eventually were, it left them vulnerable in a whole new way.Covered in smudges of dirt and blood, the girls could only cower and pray for a quick death. What came was decidedly different. Heavy paws landed on her back and slid off to her sides. Hannah screamed as she nearly rolled forward, her hips rising behind her just as the great male began to instinctually thrust. The large dog drove home and dug in. The strangled scream was worse as Hannah suddenly found herself being used by the great beast. She made to struggle as her own instincts kicked in but the moment she shifted, the dog latched on harder and bit her shoulder.Hannah was not particularly well versed in how dog copulated but was getting a crash course as the alpha that was penetrating her at speed began to swell inside of her. Hard, short thrusts became shorter and shorter as the knot at the base of his cock swelled up, stretching her painfully as the male huffed and humped on her prone form. She had no choice but to take the entire humiliating experience and turned her head where it was pressed to the dirt to see poor Kensi in much the same situation.Her voice was sharp and pained as she reached out to hold Kensi's hand. Tears ran down from her eyes as her body was knotted onto the powerful dog as he expelled copious amounts of seed into her. She couldn't speak, she could only sob and cringed between sharp grunts of strange pain that was tinged with dirty pleasure. Being hunted by men was terrifying enough. Now, with blood gushing from her wounds, Kensi realised that this was probably even more terrifying. The thought of being shred to pieces by the dog's canines, to feel the flesh and muscles tear while tasting the dog's foul breath combined with her own blood. The lithe blonde was terrified and with every touch and push of a muzzle or paw, she whimpered and cried.When she was hustled on her elbows and knees she felt one of the dogs jump on top of her. She could see cocks and heard the panting and then she felt something against her ass and between her legs. Hannah screamed, a sound that panicked Kensi even more and moments later she realised why. Blood ran from Hannah's shoulder as Kensi herself was penetrated by the oversized dog.It hurt, more than anything else and each thrust was agony up to a point where she couldn't hold her body up and lowered her torso into the mud. The dog tipped forward as well and now Kensi felt the hot breath of the dog in her face as he was raping her.With a blurred vision from the tears, she could see Hannah's hand and face and reached out to hold it.It didn't take long at all before the dog filled her up with warm seed, which almost immediately oozed out and leaked down her legs to mix with the blood and dirt already on them. And then the chilling reality set in. While they were being raped by two dogs and maybe even more after this, the hunters were already out looking for them, probably well prepared and most likely coming straight to this pond.She felt the dog trying to pull out, his knot preventing him. With every try, a searing pain shot through her body until eventually and finally, the dog had shrunk enough to pull out. Kensi wanted to collapse and curl up again but she was too scared of being bitten again and tried to stay in position as well as she good, praying to Gods and Hannah that it was over and they could run away.If she could still walk with her injuries at least. Whilst the two new 'bitches' were taken by the two alphas of the group, the other wolves fought with each other. They bit and scratched each other, the morning air filled with the sounds of howling and fighting. If the group of hunters had begun the hunt, then they'd certainly be alerted to the commotion coming from the outer edges of the wooded area. They grappled with each other whilst the two girls were dominated and humiliated from behind.The thrusts were harsh and relentless. At no point would either of them be able to relax as they were continually fucked, pressed down into the dirt beneath them, forced to submit in a way that neither of them could have contemplated. Sure they had both been working girls, but never would they have expected to find themselves on the wrong side of the wall, being raped by two wild wolves, and surrounded by an entire pack. There was nothing they could do, nowhere they could go, the reality was that once the wolves were eventually done with them both, that they'd have to find some energy from somewhere or they'd be found by the hunters.The wolves continued to fuck until they had both knotted and were both cumming hard. The seed quickly began to ooze out of both girls, leaking their legs, forming a small puddle beneath either of them as they held hands and looked towards one another. They both tried to pull away before the knot had lessened in size, increasing the pain for the pair of girls until finally the knot had shrunk enough to allow them to be free. Yet they weren't free. Not really.They were mounted again and the raping continued. Again and again they were fucked and had wolf cum fired into them. The pair of them must have been fucked by at least five separate wolves before a loud gunshot was fired into the air. It made the birds in the trees disperse and it was enough to send the wolves away too as they all ran off, disappearing into the overgrowth, leaving the two naked girls alone finally, the air now eerily silent, dangerously so. They were both covered in dirt, blood, scratches and their stomachs would be bulging with the amount of cum deposited inside of them. Yet they were safe now. At least for a few more moments.The silence didn't last long however. Soon enough a huge eruption of applause and shouting could be heard, a clear sign that the hunt was either about to start, or had started. If they managed to find energy, Kensi and Hannah really only had two options to them.They could find the road once more, and head towards the subway beneath the forgotten city.Or they could head further into the forest. Being trapped and attacked by the pack had been bad enough but this horrific mounting was unlike any sex Hannah had ever encountered. Sure, some men enjoyed being a bit rough, she'd even endured bites but none of it compared to the wildness of these dogs. Her body suffered scratches from the claws digging in as the animal pumped mindlessly into her. Bites bled freely, burning from the rolling in the dirt as she'd struggled to crawl away.It was the swelling of the knot, locking her to the animal that was further humiliating. She was helpless, even if the beast hadn't been snarling and huffing in her ear, so close to her neck with his sharp teeth. The knot filled and stretched her painfully in a way that no use from a man had ever caused. Maybe if Hannah had ever had a client that enjoyed fisting she might have had some inkling of how much a knotting cock could hurt. Clinging to Kensi's hand as her friend suffered much the same fate, Hannah could only sob and wail in despair.It didn't end with the first dog either. It felt unending, in fact. It made the sharp gunshot a relief as much as terrifying. Hannah screamed as the male that had been locked inside of her forcibly yanked himself free with a pop and sort of flush of liquid from her abused cunt. The young woman sagged to the ground as the animals vanished. She still clung to Kensi's hand, her fingers locked stiff around her friend's and she looked over, worried about her. "They're gone... it's OK now." She murmured weakly into the silence of the brightening morning.The applause made her flinch and lift her head, whipping it around expecting to see a crowd watching them. Emptiness but voices. Yelling and hooting. Sounds was being pumped out over loudspeakers, the hunt was officially on. "Kensi... we have to move," she said in a voice slurred by a new level of exhaustion. Her body ached, they were wounded and dirty but needed to hide. Hannah sat up, looking down at her body. "Can you move?" She asked, running her hand over Kensi's side. "We can do this. We have to do this." She said, climbing awkwardly to her feet and reaching her hand down to her only friend left in the world. "I won't leave you behind ever," she vowed. "You're my sister in this."

The Hunted [Nymphadora _ TheDoctor _ Dashenka]

The Vacation (shovelbum4u & RedEve)

The Vacation( place that Richard had bought her was everything that had been advertised and more. It was one of a row of modern villa’s, with lots of glass on the beach side, allowing for glorious views. Each property came with its own private little beach and their neighbors were as filthy rich as her husband. Jacqueline felt like the queen of her own little kingdom since arriving there. And Richard had kept his word in more ways than one. Her husband, who did not have a habit of taking many days off, had promised to spend the entire month of August there with her, and his son, Aaron. It was Aaron's presence that had kept her preoccupied for those first few days.They had done some things together as a family, like going on a boat ride, and eating out a few evenings, but most of their time had been spent at the beach side villa. And when Jacqueline was not working on her tan or swimming in the ocean, she had spent almost all of her time fucking Richard. Her husband might have been nearly three decades older than her, but his stamina rivaled her own. As such, they had been fucking like rabbits from dawn till sundown. It was quite impossible that Aaron was oblivious to what was going on in the master bedroom, as they spent so much time in there, and they were anything but quiet. But now, after five days, she felt no more guilt or remorse. A husband and wife having sex and enjoying themselves was part of a healthy marriage. It was precisely a lack of that which had ruined her husband’s first marriage. Which was why he would not make the same mistake again. Richard was perhaps even more eager than she was when it came to sex. And Aaron was no longer a small child at 16, and was hopefully mature enough that it was perfectly normal for his father and step mother to enjoy each other's company in that way.So even though it was only the early afternoon, and they had just enjoyed a light lunch downstairs, together with Aaron, Jacqueline and Richard were once again going at it. They had retreated to the bedroom for a little nap, but they were doing anything but napping. Jacqueline was on top of Richard, riding his cock fast and hard. Her hands rested on his chest and she would occasionally tugged on the graying hairs on his pecs. Her buttocks gyrated on the downstroke and she engulfed his cock with her tight tunnel all the way down to the balls upon each passage. The sturdy and brandnew bed still creaked and moaned under the combined effort of its occupants. She looked down upon Richard and smiled at him even as she rode him.“Oh fuck yes Daddy… You’re a fucking stud… do that pussy… do you like how it feels?”One of her hands moved up from his chest to run through his graying hair. Her husband was a handsome man, certainly for his age, and a Spartan training regime kept his body firm and muscular. He had little of the flab that was so typical for men his age.It was a gloriously beautiful day and the sun shone through the open curtains of their second story master bedroom. Jacqueline could feel the sunbeams tickle her back as she rode her husband and it turned her on a little more. She was getting close to a climax and she brought one of her hands down to her slit to rub her own clit even as she was riding Richard.“Oh fuck yes baby… you have me close… oh so close… Do me good with that big fucking cock of yours.”She bit her lips to drown out a particularly loud scream as she was on the edge. Richard: My mind is still blown by how drastically my life has changed in just a few sparse years. Only four years ago I was in a loveless, and very sexless marriage. Now look at me. Meeting Jacqueline had been the best thing to ever happen to me. I know a lot of people say that, but in my case she really did raise me up from a horrible existence. From the moment I met her, there was just something special about her. Since that first date we had, my life has improved 10 fold. Another cliche I know, but food tastes better, I enjoy my work more, the sun seems brighter... everything just seems better. Sure, I still have my ex Rachel calling me every other day to "discuss the rearing of our eldest child Aaron." Rachel seems to heap most of the blame for our divorce on Jacqueline. Never mind that we hadn't met until after our divorce. Never mind that Rachel had stopped having sex with me years before I got up enough courage to file for that divorce. Rachel was always someone who cared more about appearances than she did about how things actually were.Yes, my life has drastically changed from what it was just a few sparse years ago..."God baby you look so damn hot riding my cock."I reach up, and start to massage your large breasts as you ride my dick. Amazing to me that someone so incredibly hot would ever even date a guy like me. And this is not one of those situations where a guy says he is married to a beautiful woman, I really am. I see the way other men look at my wife. I see the way even my friends and co-workers look at my wife. Sometimes, Jacqueline comes to work to "have lunch" with me. I know everyone in the office knows what really goes in my office on those occasions. I see the young interns look at me with envy when Jacqueline leaves with messy hair, and lipstick smeared. Honestly..."AArrgg... yeah right there baby. My dick feels so good buried in your pussy."Honestly I get a perverse sense of pleasure seeing those looks. Those looks that say they wish they were me getting to fuck you at night... well night and lunch... and sometimes in the mornings before breakfast... and then we often do like to get into the hot tub after midnight and we're sure Aaron is asleep..... damn... I guess we do have a lot of sex. I see you bite your lip, which tells me you are close to cumming. Not to far behind myself, I start pumping my hard cock into your pussy fast and hard.. trying to get every last stroke into you as I can.Aaron: I stare up at the blue sky and watch a bird fly by overhead. Floating on my back in the pool is always such a calming experience... well usually. I can still feel my heart pounding in my chest. Every time I close my eyes I see the image of Jacqueline in that bikini she was wearing yesterday. One of the good things about floating on your back in the pool though... your ears are under water. Meaning you don't have to hear..... anything. I turn slightly to my left, contorting my body so that my right ear breaks the surface of the water."Oh fuck yes Daddy… You’re a fucking stud… do that pussy… do you like how it feels?"I twist again and my ear slowly slips once again beneath the surface. Nope... not done yet. At the least I wish they had closed their window.... guess they had gotten "too caught up in the moment." Our nearest neighbor is far enough away that they probably couldn't hear anything... plus I don't think they are down here this week. Like most of these villas, the people who own them are not full-time residents of Miami. I was hoping this cool-ish water would help my erection subside... unfortunately I have gotten into the habit of doing something else when my father and his new wife are going at it like they are now. I don't really know why it started or how... but somehow when my father started dating Jacqueline and their fucking noises started to become a regular occurrence in our house I had started masturbating to that noise. Sick, I know... but something about it really turned me on. Maybe it was the fact that Jacqueline was so hot... maybe it was the fact that she was my stepmother and so thinking of her in that way was semi-taboo... I don't know. But like Pavlov's dog, my body has become accustomed to a certain action from my body when my ear hears those noises. And this trip... well... I had to take a break... hopefully they'll be done soon. I raise my ear again.."Oh fuck yes baby… you have me close… oh so close… Do me good with that big fucking cock of yours."Shouldn't be long now. ( pushes her breasts deeper into Richard’s mauling hands. Like herself, her husband was really into it again. When they were in such moments, they forgot about time and whatever place they were at. Only the other person existed, which in Jacqueline’s case, at that moment, meant that only Richard’s large cock existed. When he started to stab up at her she knew he too was close. It only took a few of his hard thrusts to make her explode in a wild orgasm. She shuddered in his hands and she felt her juices spray profusely all over his crotch and she came wildly. She screamed loudly, so loudly that even if their window had been shut, Aaron would have heard. She kept on riding all through her orgasm and felt her tunnel contract violently on Richard’s rod.When she could feel her husband relenting too, and his thick goo was being shot up her tight tunnel, she made her walls clench down on him even harder. She wanted to milk him dry of every drop, which she did. When she was finally done, she collapsed on top of Richard, panting and content. Her husbands still semi-hard penis was still buried deep inside of her, until she shifted a bit on top of him and allowed it to slip out of her well fucked pussy. A large dollop of his goo escaped her hole and dripped onto the fine satin sheets. It was no matter, the maid service that came in every day would replace their sheets with new ones, which was not a luxury considering how often times a day they had sex in them. Jacqueline pressed some soft kisses onto Richards sweaty chest.“Mmmm baby… you are really in a mood today… My pussy will tingle until this evening after that…”Jacqueline lingered for a moment or two longer in the bed, then rolled off her husband and moved to the adjoining bathroom.As with their bedroom, their bathroom was the largest and most comfortable in the house. The walk-in shower alone could easily hold three people. Jacqueline got the water started and washed off the sweat and goo from her bronzed skin. She emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later, with a towel wrapped around her body. She sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her husband. She then went to one of the cabinets and opened its top shelf. She picked out a sexy little bikini set and dropped the towel to put it on.“I’m going for a little swim in the pool baby… then maybe I'll go down to the beach.”She returned to the bed to give Richard a parting kiss and allowed her hand to briefly caress his still sweaty chest. She whispered into his ear,“Perhaps we can go out to dinner tonight? Just you and me… I’ll wear something sexy.”She gave Richard a wink. She did not want to cut Aaron out of their evening ritual, but they had enjoyed family dinners for each of the four days they had been there. So why not a quiet little dinner with just husband and wife on the fifth day? Her step son could just order in pizza, or whatever else he liked.She left Richard alone in the bedroom and descended the stairs. Their mid-sized pool was in front of their house, between a narrow terrace and the beach. She attracted Aaron’s attention by diving into the pool with grace and poise. As she emerged again from the water, she was near where Aaron was laying on the water mattress. She gave her step son a smile.“Hey there Aaron, are you enjoying your afternoon?” Richard: I watch your ass slowly sway out of the bedroom and a large smile splits my face. I could not be happier in my life as it exists now. I quickly put on my swim trunks, and walk over my desk. Logging onto the computer, I quickly check some of my stocks before logging onto my email. Everyone at the office knows I will be out the full month of August, but in my position there is just no being completely cut off for that period of time. I quickly scan the inbox of my email. Nothing to serious. I type out a few replies... quickly call my office to follow up on one situation that could potentially evolve into something. As I wait for an email to come in containing a spreadsheet that I need to look at, I click over to the Victoria's Secret website. I LOVE buying Jacqueline sexy garments. Her body is so unbelievably fantastic that I enjoy seeing what it looks like in this color thong... or that color nighty. The light blue pair with the lace and bows I bought her recently are a particular favorite of mine. I add a few things to the shopping cart. An orange very slutty thong, a red micro-bikini. One of those that are straps instead of a two-piece. Can't wait to see her body in those. As I've been scanning, looking at all these items, I have imagined Jacqueline's body in each of these. And despite the fact that I JUST had sex no more than half an hour ago, I am already starting to feel a bit frisky again. It's that type of feeling where I know there will be sex tonight. I check my inbox again... still no email. I am going to have to talk to that new assistant of mine Rachel. I try not to hold the fact that my new assistant has the same name as my ex against her but still... every time I hear that name I get that reaction. As I continue to wait, I click over to the local restaurants. I always make a few reservations for the dinner, and then let Jacqueline decide. Italian? No, garlic... heavy... hard to pound into your wife with a stomach full of starchy pasta. Sushi... hu that might work... light. I make a reservation at three different places before my inbox chimes and I finally get the email I need. I start to scan through it and increasingly become concerned with the numbers being projected. Most people probably wouldn't see what I see reflected in this data. That is why I am in the position that I am in... I take a deep sigh... this is going to take at least another hour of emails and phone calls to set things right. Damn, and I really wanted to go swimming...Aaron: The waves you produce causes my air mattress to glide up and down in your wake. I have dark sunglasses on, and a pair of red swim trunks staring up at the sky. I have gotten next to no sleep since we got here. Far from being the relaxing jaunt I was hoping for, the constant sounds of you and my father going at it have produced a sleep-deprived horny teenager. I was actually half asleep when you jumped in the water."Hey Jacqueline. Yeah I'm having an okay afternoon. It's nice and... quiet out here. Feels warm too."Since I did not see your body out of the water, it is hard to judge the sexiness level of your outfit. It's perverted game I play with myself I know, but it helps me keep track of the various outfits you have worn. Like for example that blue silk nightgown with the furry top... that's only a 5. Doesn't show off enough cleavage. That blue bathing suit you wore four days ago... 8. Hugged all the right curves and showcased your ass. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen anything below a 5. Even that one time you came down to the kitchen after just getting fucked by my father. You were wearing one of his dress shirts. Even that was a 7... although I am sure the sweat and panting you were doing at that moment was responsible for at least a few points. Still... I am not sure I have ever seen this particular bikini."New outfit?" Jacqueline had made an effort to be extra-nice to her step son from day one. She did not want her relationship with him to become an issue for her bond with his father. The boy certainly had cause to be weirded out by her presence. For one thing, he might think that she was the cause of his parents’ divorce, even though this was totally false. Secondly, she was only seven years older than the lad, which was probably somewhat awkward for a boy going through puberty. In spite of her best efforts to be friendly, there were still aspects of his behavior that she found weird herself. Like his current question to her. Inquiring about her bikini was not weird in itself, but combined with his tone of voice and the gaze he was directing her way, it did get a slightly creepy tinge. Still, she flowered her mouth in a smile and shook her head.“Oh no, it's not new at all… I’ve had this since last year. The colors are out of fashion, but I still like it too much to get rid of it.”She shrugged and made a few swim strokes before briefly diving back under the surface. She finished the swim lap under water to emerge on the other side of the pool. She leaned up against the side and faced Aaron. Her body from the navel up was now revealed, as this was the shallow end of the pool.( had been busy up in their room for the remainder of the afternoon. When Jacqueline had returned hours later after her swim and tanning session, she had found him behind his computer and quickly switching the machine off like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Jacqueline did not make a remark about the fact that he had obviously been doing work stuff. She was wise enough to know that a man in her husband’s position could not possibly ignore his company for an entire month, even when on a family holiday. Upon being informed about their dinner plans, her mood lightened up. Out of the restaurants he had booked, Jacqueline chose the sushi place. She showered and changed into a cute little black dress. A few hours later, their limo service showed up. Tony, their usual driver since their arrival in Miami opened the door for her and Richard. She slid her ass onto the leather back seats and waited for Richard to join her. Aaron would stay home with the phone numbers to several take-out places left for him on the kitchen table. As Richard joined her in the back seat and Tony started driving, she rested her hand on his left leg and rubbed his thigh gently through the fabric of his tailored trousers. Aaron: Home alone... well... at least I know it'll be quiet. I put the leftover pizza that was my dinner in the refrigerator and stretch my arms above my head. Bored. Not that I have many friends at home either, but there is so little to do here by yourself. There is sitting at the beach, there is sitting by the pool, sit and listen to my stepmother fuck my father's brains out. SIT SIT SIT. At least Jacqueline and my father have fucking to keep them active. I go into the living room, and click on the T.V. The image that comes up is a Victoria Secret add with a very busty woman in a pair of blue panties and bra combo. There is some lace, especially on the panties and a little bow on the bra that makes it look somewhat girlish and sexy all at the same time. The woman has black long hair brown eyes with copper skin.... you know... it kinda looks like Jacqueline. Jacqueline's breasts are a better round shape that the woman in the commercial but still... pretty damn close. As soon as I make the comparison, my heart starts to raise and my breathing grows heavy. The sound of your moaning and screaming immediately starts to echo in my ears. My palms grow clammy, and I close my eyes and an image of you riding... NO! My eyes snap open and I immediately change the channel. They are out for the night... which means they'll probably come home and fuck some more. I have to learn to not think about sex 24 hours a day.I start to channel surf. Not really paying much attention to what I'm watching. I get into the higher numbers, and when I click to channel 124 the image of a large set of breasts with cascading water running down them fills the screen. We have all the channels, including a number of movie channels that have what my friends call "soft-core" stuff. My eyes become transfixed at the screen. Despite my early vow to think of other things, my brain inexorably moves back to sex. I sit there an watch for a moment the images of... oh wait now two busty women are showering together. Like any of those types of movies, the plot is paper thin that usually involves some problem that can only be solved by having a car wash. I shake my head, trying my best to resist the urge to masturbate again. I click the channel again, trying to escape the images of sex, but to my chagrin I land on the same Victoria Secret add again. Taking it a sign from on high, I start to make my way upstairs to my bedroom.On my way to my room though, I pause at Jacqueline's and my father's bedroom. I pause at the door, and immediately am struck by the utter silence of the house. I am struck by the complete and utter lack of noise in the house, to the extent that it almost oppressive against my ear. The door to the room is cracked... nobody home. I've never been in this room. Nobody home. Like the bedroom back home since Jacqueline has moved in I have assumed this territory out-of-bounds. Nobody home. My pulse racing, my hand slowly opens the door. The bathroom light was left on, which casts an eerie glow across the adjoining room. I don't really fully understand why, but turning on the lights seems wrong. What if they came home and saw the lights to their bedroom on? Besides, thieves always operate in the dark.Thief? What exactly do I expect to steal? Like a cat burglar, I creep my way towards your dresser. The room is littered with an assortment of clothes. I pass a pair of spiked heel leather black boots that come all the way up the thigh. Never having seen you wear those before, I can only assume they are used for.... other activities. Getting to your dresser, I open one of the smaller drawers. Usually those are what contains the... nope sock drawer. I try the one next to it... I pause and gaze down at the contents. If this were a movie, a golden reflected light would issue from the drawer. I start to slowly sift through your undergarments like a minor panning for gold. Not really looking for anything... just... exploring. I have never seen you in your underwear before. Despite all the sexy outfits you wear, you have never paraded around in your undergarments much to my chagrin. Of course, I do sometimes catch a peek at a thong poking out of some pants... like this black pair I have in my hands now.... or this other pair with the.......................................................... My heart races and my eyes grow wide. At the bottom are the exact matching set of underwear I saw in the add.... the exact.... same..... pair. I gingerly pick them up. At the door... wait how did I get to the door... I close the door behind me making sure to leave it somewhat cracked just as I found it. I make my way to my room, and securely shut the door behind me. ( the distance between their beach-side villa and their limo grew, Jacqueline’s hand had moved up to Richards crotch. She could feel her husband’s member hardening under her touch. Underneath the fine fabric of his trousers, his cock was reacting instinctively to her massaging and kneading fingers. She gave Richard a smile and naughty wink. After that, her free hand went to the button that controlled the partition between the driver and their back cabin. She hit the button to close it, giving them some more privacy. Now obscured from the view of their driver, she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free from his boxers. She massaged the thing freely in her hands and saw that it had come to full erection already.“Oh my… aren’t you a greedy boy? We only fucked like rabbits a few hours ago…”She liked teasing her husband like this and he knew that she enjoyed this naughtiness as much as he did.At first she contented herself with using one hand, then both hands to pleasure him. But after a while she shifted from her seated position to a new one where she was on her hands and knees on the leather limo seat and her head hovered above his cock. She blew some air onto the knobhead before licking it with the tip of her tongue, then soon thereafter, she was slathering the entire length with her little pink organ. Her hand kept a hold of his cock at the base. She stopped her teasing and wrapped her lips around his shaft proper. She allowed his cock to slip into her max. Soon enough her head of dark hair was dancing up and down on his rod. She grabbed his wrist with her free hand and brought his hand to the top of her head. Her mouth kept on going up and down on him, allowing his knobhead to periodically slip into her gullet. If the driver had not been deprived by the soundproof partition, he would have heard the lewd soundtrack of the wet noises her throat made as Richard’s cock slipped in and out of it. Richard: your soft lips wrap themselves around my stiff dick and I let out a sign of pure pleasure. Not only are you a master at sex, but also of other forms of pleasure as well. I'll never forget the look in your eyes when I revealed to you on our... what was it? Fifth date maybe... that I have never had a blowjob before. My ex wife Rachel was the only woman I had ever been with before you and she was such a prude on so many levels that there were, apparently, many things I had never experienced in the bedroom... Of course this is a backseat of a limo. Another first brought to me by my life with you.With you, it was always more than just the simple act of sex. It was your giving nature, you ability to make me break out of my box and try new things... to experience levels of pleasure I never knew existed. Like right now for instance. I never knew how exhilarating it could be to in this type of a situation. My gorgeous wife blowing me in the back of a limo with the driver 10 feet away. The fact that what we are doing is wrong, on multiple levels heightens my experience. I lean back against the leather, and let my mind be completely in the moment.Your expert mouth has me close to cumming in no time at all. Right at the moment when I am just about to cum, the com system snaps on and I hear Tony's voice."Mr. Richardson, we are almost there sir. Shall I pull up to the front?"I am speechless, because right at that moment you suck in just the right way that causes me to loose my load. I start to spew hot cum down your throat to the sound of"Sir... sir?"I try and sound as casual as I can when I say"Um... no....... ah......... no. Around back please. We uh, we need a moment to clean up... a spilt drink. No we'll clean it up I assure you."Moments later, we walk into the restaurant. A copious smile splits your face. You seem very pleased with yourself at what just occurred in the limo. Watching your hips sway in that dress as we enter the sushi place and are show to our seats I can't help but admire your body for perhaps the 1,000,000th time today. Despite the fact that you have drained my balls twice today, I know that there will fucking tonight. ( salty taste of Richards seed was still on Jacqueline’s tongue. After the driver had interrupted them and she had teased Richard by milking him dry just as he was speaking to Tony over the intercom, they had remained in the car for a bit after they had come to a stop on the parking space behind the restaurant. She had detached her mouth from his rod after swallowing his load. After that, she had rinsed her mouth a bit with a bottle of soda that she found in the limo’s mini-bar. She had helped Richard with tucking his cock back in his trousers. After they had checked each other for visible marks of what they had just done, they allowed Tony to let them out of the car. Jacqueline wore a smile on her face as she entered the restaurant. She felt quite good about herself. Her goal was always to push Richards sexual boundaries.As she sipped from her champagne and her eyes smiled at her husband, she considered what a paradox of a man he was. Here was a business mogul who was in sharp control of everything at his company and did not stand failure from anyone. On the other hand, he had allowed himself to be trapped in a passionate-less marriage for several decades. His ex was a cold fish of a woman and Jacqueline still discovered just how much almost every day. She had been shocked to find out –early on in their relationship – that her husband had not ever received a blowjob, in spite of being over five decades old. But that was not the end of it. It seemed like the only thing that his ex-wife would deem to indulge in on the rare occasions that her husband got to enjoy her company was missionary position. So Jacqueline had made it a sport in the early months of their engagement and well into their marriage to be as adventurous as possible in the bedroom… and outside of it. They tried new positions and quirky things whenever possible. They fucked so often that they had more than enough opportunities to experiment.She could already deduct from the twinkle in Richards eyes that they would have another round before going to sleep once they returned to the villa. She gave him a daring smile to show him she was as much game for that as he was. They did not repeat any of the naughtiness from the drive to the restaurant as they were heading home. They both wanted to spare Tony any added embarrassment and the waiting was only making them both more aroused. As they arrived back home, they did not find Aaron in the living room or kitchen. Jacqueline guessed that the teenager had retreated to his bedroom to play another one of his video games. As Richard excused himself to do some more work in his study, Jacqueline decided to use the opportunity to take a quick shower and prepare for the fun that would follow later that night. Richard: I lean back in the plush chair that adorns the living room, a glass of Scotch in my hand. I take a sip of the amber nectar, my laptop computer screen lighting my face. If someone were to analyze my facial expressions at this moment, the conclusion they would likely come to would be contentment. The blowjob in the limo had reinforced how wonderful my life had become. Blowjobs were just the tip of the iceberg to the sexual world Jacquelin had opened to me. I remember, in my previous marriage, masturbating to a wide assortment of porn. I had often wondered during those viewings what some of those sexual escapades had felt like in real life. I had watched busty women performing blowjobs and had wondered what it felt like. Jacqueline had brought me that sensation along with a wide array of others.Now, the glow of my computer screen means something different than it did in my previous marriage. Then, it probably meant I was downloading porn. Now, it only meant that I was checking up on work. Somehow, though, I still felt the slightest twinge of guilt. I open my emails and start to sift through them. Jacqueline, I am sure, realizes that I cannot be completely separated from the company in my position. I am sure she knows I have been checking my email and making calls periodically since we got here. Still... I had promised her the whole month of August, and I feel somewhat guilty not giving her my full undivided attention.I take another sip of Scotch, the familiar burn marks the trail the liquid took down my throat. I open up a particularly disturbing email. Something that needs to be taken care of immediately. My fingers start to quickly type out instructions for my assistant to follow. Ms. Cummings is a very capable assistant despite her age. It takes me nearly 20 minutes to write a full response. I get to the end, and stop. There is one more thing I should say. One more thing that I need to say... but I hesitate. I promised Jacqueline one full month... one full month. Still... if this deal goes through the company will loose a very large contract. While it is not my fault, and I am sure I would not get blamed for it... I do have the ability I think to fix it. Caught in this dilemma, my fingers poised at the keys. I finish off my glass, and type the response. "One more thing Ms. Cummings. In the event the client is still not satisfied with my response via email. Call me immediately and set up a meeting between the two of us for tomorrow evening."I pause only a moment before I hit send. Jacquelin is not going to like that. Of course, there is still the possibility that my email will suffice. Me leaving for a few days is only a "In case of emergency" plan. I close down my computer, and look at my phone. It is almost dead, so I walk to the kitchen and plug it into the docking station on the counter. I really need to either find my charger somewhere in all my packing or just go bu another one. Charging my phone in the kitchen is becoming tiresome. I place my empty glass in the sink, and start to make my way towards the bedroom. ( stepped out of the large walk-in shower and grabbed the nearest towel. She dried off her body and briefly admired her form in the mirror. Her marriage with Richard had not stopped her desire to keep her body in a good shape. She combined a healthy diet with regular exercise. Even during their little vacation, she would try to get up before Richard did to get in an hour of muscle exercises before breakfast. She knew that they would likely fuck well into the night that day, she had seen all the hallmarks of Richard being especially aroused. They had been together for long enough that Jacqueline had a good idea of his kinks. She walked to her underwear drawer and briefly halted when she pulled it open. Her mind registered some kind of change, though she couldn’t really figure out what it was. She shook off the feeling – likely she was just imagining things – and picked out a skimpy little black set that would go well with the other garment she was going to wear for Richard that night.( had bought the pair of over the knee, black high-heeled boots some time ago. It had been more a present for Richards sake than hers. She knew that it was the kind of footwear that got him going. Only so far she had never worn them to bed. It would be her special surprise to him. After putting on her bra and panties set, she sat on the edge of the bed and slid her feet and legs into the boots. After zipping them up, she stood and went to the large mirror in the corner of their room. She looked especially fierce in the outfit, almost predatory. Perhaps that was the idea behind them? They were certainly worthy of being described as kick-ass boots. She paraded around the room in view of the mirror for a while, then she went to her vanity to apply some light make-up. She was just about done with that, when she could hear the heavy footsteps of Richard climbing the stairs. Whatever he had been doing downstairs – likely sending some emails to the company – was now over, which meant that the fun could start sooner than either of them had planned.She rose to her feet. She went to stand just in front of the bed, which would be the first place that came into view after Richard opened the door. She stood in a wide stance, looking fierce, adding to the posture by putting her hands on her hips and shifted her weight slightly to one side. After Richard had pushed open the door and stood, handle in hand, half in the room, she gave him a slightly mocking smile and asked him,“Tell me baby… have you been a good boy today? Do you deserve to have an extra little present?”After that, she motioned him closer with her right index finger. The look on his face made her feel triumphant already. She knew that they would reach another threshold in their sexual relationship that night. Richard: I pass Aaron's room on my way down the hall. At his door, I pause... We really never had a conversation about Jacqueline, about how he felt about his father being married to such a younger woman. Being caught up in the excitement, and the lust of Jacqueline had focused his attention away from other matters and been placed almost exclusively on her. I pause, hand almost to the door, then think better of it. It was still relatively early in the evening and he had his door shut. At that age, he was probably masturbating or something... I shake my head and move further down the hall.Aaron: I slowly slide my door open just a crack as my father passes my door. My heart beating fast, I thought he was going to ask me about the missing panties and bra that I had taken from Jaquelin's drawer. I glance over at my bed, the set laying flat on my bed. I slowly sink to the floor and peek through the crack in my door, watching my father slowly walk towards his bedroom. A moment of regret fills me... He knows what awaits him on the other side of that door. Maybe not the exact setup of everything... Jacqueline always seemed to like to keep my father on his toes... to vary the routine. But she knew that as soon as he entered the bedroom that fucking would commence. My stepmother knew it, my father knew it... and I knew it. Odd that everyone in the house knew what was about to happen... but only two people were happy that it was about to. My eye peeks slowly out of the crack... hoping for just a peek of the room beyond. Maybe if I saw Jacqueline's outfit, or how she had the room setup it would give me a better understanding, a better picture to pair with the orchestra of sounds I knew was coming...Richard: My hand pauses on the door and my mouth gapes open. You know exactly how to entice me, know exactly what I want... I absentmindedly swing the door shut, oblivious to how much it closed behind. Without a word I make my way towards you, and passionately start to kiss you. Our lips join together in a firm embrace, my tongue exploring your wet mouth. As we kiss, standing close to the bed, my hand slowly makes it way down your back, slowly sliding over your silken skin down to your thong-clad ass. Once there, I pull you in firmly, pressing your large tits firmly into my chest. My left hand moves up your neck to the back of your head where it buries itself in your thick black hair.After only a few sparse moments of kissing, my cock starts to become semi erect."God baby, you look so damn hot in those boots."Suddenly, I push you back onto the bed, so you fall flat on your back, your legs hanging over the edge. As if I am kneeling down to pray, I drop to my knees, and quickly move your crotch coverings to the side. Like a hungry man tasting his first meal in years, I start to devour your wet pussy.My hot, wet tongue explores your deep caverns. I take both of your feet, and put them on my shoulders, giving me a better angle to your wet pussy. Your spiked heels dig into my shoulders, causing a slight surge of pain that only heightens my pleasure. ( look in his eyes and the way he strode over to her immediately told Jacqueline that her outfit had not missed its effect. She kissed him back with equal passion as he locked her in a tight embrace and invaded her mouth with his tongue. With Richards hands on her ass, she soon felt herself being pulled in even closer. She gasped for air as they briefly broke off their intense liplock. Jacqueline felt her breasts push deeply into Richards chest, her hard nipples scraping across his firm torso. The embrace only lasts for a few minutes, after which her husband grew tired of the mere liplock and pushed her onto the bed. She eagerly parted her lips before he had even made an attempt to get in between them. Pushing her tiny panties to the side, she could quickly feel him on her lower body, his mouth and tongue exploring her slit.Soon enough his head is in between her legs and she can observe his graying hair as it moves up and down. She moaned loudly as his expert tongue went to work. Richard had sure learned a lot about pleasuring her orally in the last year. His tongue explored her slit, teased her clit and then dipped down into her hole proper. He suckled on her lips, released them again, then blew hot air on them before diving back in. It did not take him long to have her dripping wet and burning with desire for him.“Oh fuck yes daddy… you eat that pussy so good… don’t stop… don’t you fucking stop…”She exhaled and moaned loudly as her hands reached for the sheets. Soon enough he had her legs dangling onto his shoulders, with her feet scraping shallow scratches onto his back, due to the high heels.After a while, Jacqueline knew that if she did not stop Richard, she would cum on his oral efforts alone. Not that this would displease Richard, quite on the contrary, but she liked to make her pleasure last longer and she also wanted to return the favor. So when she was on the brink of not being able to take it any longer, she grabbed his short hair and literally pulled his mouth and face off her pussy.“Down boy… give your little slut a chance to worship daddy’s cock?”She gave him a naughty smile and then sat up in the bed. She allowed her legs to slide off his shoulders and moved off the bed.She waited for Richard to stand and then got on her knees in front of him. Her hands deftly undid the buttons on his designer trousers and she pulled them down to his ankles, along with his boxers. She briefly stopped to undo her bra, leaving her topless. She was on her knees in front of him, with the high boots still on her legs and she teasingly moved her hand to the base of his shaft, before moving in closer with her face. She licked the tip of his rod with the tip of her tongue and then properly started slathering her tongue across the surface of his hard cock. She accompanied her tongue-bath with a gentle rubbing of his rod with her hand. After a short while, the thing was steel-hard in her hand and she moved her face deeper into his crotch, allowing several inches of his length to slide down into her mouth. She suckled on it eagerly and made sure to look up and make eye contact with her man, her gaze almost begging for his cum. Richard: I let out a deep sigh as your lips wrap themselves around my cock. My head tilts back, and my eyes close as you start to suck my dick."I love the way my little slut sucks my dick. OHHHH... yeah suck that cock baby."The feeling of your wet soft tongue against my rod sends waves of pure pleasure through my body. As I lock eyes with you, I am struck by something..."I can't believe it was only a year ago that you gave my first.... OHH GOD YES RIGHT THERE... my first blowjob. Now I can't imagine my life without them."It was true. Since that first night that you had found out I had never had a blowjob, you took it upon yourself to make sure that I received a steady supply of regular cock suckings.I know that most of my friends are in the same boat I used to be in. They always complain that their wives never put out, and never give them oral pleasure. It is hard not to look smug in those conversations. Hard to keep the smile off my face when I compare their lives to the one I now live. My hands run down to your lust full hair and as your head bobs to and fro over my dick I run my fingers through your hair. Not directing you or applying any pressure... As your pace quickens, I start to thrust ever so slightly into your mouth. Not really forcing anything, just very gently fucking your open mouth."That feels amazing... You're such a good little girl to suck Daddy's cock like that... Ahhh, yeah good girl!"As you continue to suck my dick, I lift my shirt over my head and throw it to the side. Vaguely in the back of my head it registers that the door is not fully closed. But at that exact moment your tongue flicks right over my tip and the thought is lost to lust.After what seems like an eternity lost in pure pleasure, I can feel myself getting to that threshold. Getting to the point of no return. Unacceptable. I pull my dick back, and it pops out of your mouth."Time to fuck baby. I want to fuck your tight pussy with my dick. I want your young pussy to wrap itself around my hard cock."I put a hand on each shoulder and guide you to a standing position. A look of anticipation spread across your face. You know that fucking is about to commence. Alcohol, drugs, money... nothing can compare to the sensation I am about to experience. And I am almost giddy with anticipation.As you stand, your knees straighten, and I am once again turned on by the boots you are wearing. Wishing you to remain in them for the duration of our sex session, I bend down, and slowly slip your panties off your hip. A shame really, your ass looked amazing in that thong. I take you by the hand, and guide you to the bed. I start to passionately kiss you again, hoping to build on the moment of anticipation."I want you to ride my cock baby. I want you to bounce up and down on that dick."I lay on my back in the bed. My rock hard cock sticking straight up like a flag pole. My head is at the footboard, my feet at the head. Unable to hide my glee any longer, a smile splits my face.Aaron:"I want you to ride my cock baby. I want you to bounce up and down on that dick."Those words travel out their bedroom, down the empty hall, through my cracked door and echoes almost perfectly in my ears. My bedroom door here is much closer to theirs than it is at home. Why does my bedroom always have to be right next to theirs? It's almost as if fate or the gods or whatever wants me to listen in. I wonder if they even realize their door is not even fully closed. As soon as I hear my father's words, I know what noises will soon follow. And sure enough.... I close my eyes and lean against my doorframe. Jacqueline's words wash over me. I had gotten a pretty good glimpse at the outfit she was wearing before my father closed the door. Knee high leather boots.... nice. I try to picture the scene exactly as it is occurring within that room. Sure to add your attire. I try to match the noises you are making to the image in my head.... ( had a nice cock. She had thought so the very first time they had fucked and she still believed it to be true. He was sizable without being huge, and he had just the right amount of girth to get any girl off. She considered how much she enjoyed servicing his cock with her mouth as he started to gently thrust his rod in and out of her open maw and throat. The face-fucking only lasted for a couple of minutes. After which Richard pulled his cock free from her mouth with an audible pop. A strand of her saliva ran from her lips to his rod. She smiled at Richard helped her up to her feet. She was guided to the bed, where he assisted her in stepping out of her panties. She was now nude in front of him apart from her high boots, which were still the object of much fascination on Richard’s part.“I kinda guessed you might like those…”she gave him a naughty wink and a grin before she watched him lay down on the bed. His cock looked good and very alluring as he asked her, no, almost begged her to ride him. She was more than happy to oblige.Jacqueline moved onto the bed and briefly sat next to Richard. She teasingly stroked his rod a few times. After that, she found a new position by lifting one leg over his waist and descending her pussy onto his hard rod. She moaned as his knobhead parted her lips and his rod slid slowly into her tight hole. His earlier efforts with his mouth had left her dripping wet, but still her walls stretched to accommodate his size and shape. She finally fit him all in and then came to a rest on top of him. She gave Richard a triumphant smile as she had him balls deep inside of her. She remained silent and still for a few more moments, clenching his hard rod with her teasing walls. Then she started to move on top of him. Her hands had shifted to his chest and she used her feet and arms to push her up and down on his length. Jacqueline would gyrate her posterior on the downstroke to add to her husband’s pleasure as she knew he liked. Soon enough the room was filled with the sounds of their union. Her buttocks firmly crashing into his upper legs and the wet sounds of their union, as his rod slipped in and out of her moist hole.“Oh fuck yes daddy… I love riding that hard cock… give it to me hard and fast…”She bit her lips to drown out any screams that would be too loud, even though only a super naïve person would believe that Aaron couldn’t hear everything they were doing, as he was just down the hall. Her hands would gently tug on her husband’s chest hairs as she rode him fast and fierce. She liked the feeling of being stuffed by his hard cock, as well as how his rod just kept on hitting her in all the right spots.“You’re a naughty boy… aren’t you daddy? You like it when your girl dresses like a slut… for you…”She growled and suddenly started fucking him faster. The brandnew bed even strained under the effort of keeping them both afloat, as they were now truly rutting like rabbits in heat. A smile flowered across her face as she felt Richards body underneath her. It was her favorite feeling in the world. It was so very powerfully erotic. Aaron:"Oh fuck yes daddy... I love riding that hard cock... give it to me hard and fast..."Those were the words that nearly drove me over the edge. My rock hard cock wrapped around the pair of your panties I had stolen from your drawer had almost cum at those words. No... if it gave into it now there would be nothing left in the tank for later. Just as a musician learns their instrument, so to does any boy learn about their bodies during puberty. Since Jaquelin had moved in, I had entered a new stage of perverted pleasure. In an odd way, Jaquelin had taught me how to get more pleasure out of masturbation. She had "taught" me that if I brought myself to the brink, but then reined myself back in, that when I finally did cum it would earth shattering. I toss the panties to the side... I must exercise discipline. If I ever did get a girl, I couldn't be cumming so quickly. I close my eyes... nope no good. The moans issuing from the bedroom down the hall only fills my head with sexual images. They still have not noticed that door is open! I quickly zip up my pants and rise, maybe a nice glass of cool water and the deserted kitchen will be enough to balance myself.I exit my room... as I start to make my way downstairsYou're a naughty boy... aren't you daddy? You like it when your girl dresses like a slut... for you..."Daddy? Thats... unsettling. I have enough Freudian nightmares running around in my head with hearing the object of my sexual desire calling my real father "daddy." Moans and indistinct slapping noises follow me down the stairs to the kitchen.The stainless steel appliances, and granite counter tops illuminated by the refrigerator water dispenser and my father's cellphone lit up greets me. I can still hear the noises of sex in this room, but they are much more muffled than they were. I go over the fridge and grab the orange juice carton and take a swig... Jacquelin hates that which makes it somewhat more satisfying in my current mood. I realize it is not really her fault that I have these thoughts... but still.... as I drink, my father's phone illuminates again and I hear it ringing. He is one of those people who customizes every ringtone and I recognize the chime playing as the one assigned to Ms. Cummings, my father's assistant. I ignore it, none of my business and I replace the carton on the shelf.I start to rummage through the refrigerator... not really hungry but with my head inside it offers another layer of insulation from the fucking noises still coming down from upstairs. They seem to have increased in both pitch and tone. The phone rings again... and again... on the fourth time, I figure it must be important, Ms. Cummings wouldn't pester my father this much unless it was. I know I probably should just leave it alone but....."Hello, Ms. Cummings, this is Aaron, Richard's son.... Yes... uh hu... Yes ma'm... well yes he is but at the moment he can't really take any calls he...... no... Yeah I understand but really it would probably be best if you called back and....... well... he's uh.... um.... busy... no but..... but........... okay...... sure but......................................................... Yes ma'm."The phone still in hand falls to my waist. My eyes snap to upstairs... and a sense of dread fills me at the task I have now been given.Richard: As you continue to bounce up and down on my cock, waves of pleasure wash over my body."God baby my cock feels amazing inside your pussy..... aahhhh yeah baby ride that cock."I reach up, and start to massage your large breasts. I roll your hard nipples gently between my fingers, pinching them slightly."I love it.... oohhh yessssss..... oh my god.... I love it when my little girl dresses like a slut for me..... oh god baby you feel amazing."As you start to ride me faster and faster, I start to arch my hips, thrusting upwards with each down-stroke you give me. Shoving even more and more of my hard dick deep into your wet pussy. In and out, in and out. The sound of our flesh slapping against each other echoes in the room, and the groan of the bed mimics the groans and moans issuing from both you and I."I love fucking your.... oohhhhh... oh god... fucking your hot body."The sight of your hot, young, luscious body riding my dick is enough in and of itself to almost send me over the edge. After about 10 minutes, maybe more, of you riding my dick I feel the need to switch it up. Another thing you have taught me since our sex-life began is to never be content with just one position. In my previous marriage it was always missionary, but you taught me to keep things varied.Just as you slam hard down into me and you are about to bounce back on an up-stroke, I grab both your hips and hold you down. My cock burried deep in your pussy."I want to see that tight ass as I fuck you baby. Bend over you little slut. Bend over so I can fuck you from behind like the dirty little girl you are." ( stamina had improved incredibly in the year since they had started dating. Of course, it was hardly a surprise. After a marriage in which his wife was a cold fish who never did anything daring, going to the sexually adventurous and much younger Jacqueline would have led to many men in similar positions to spill their load earlier than they wanted to. But together they had admirably trained that out of Richard, to where she could now ride him fiercely and give him everything her tight pussy could give him for ten solid minutes without him relenting. Though it was very clear that he was enjoying himself and her body immensely. Jacqueline gently caressed his face with her right hand whilst she kept her left hand on his chest for support. She slipped one of her fingers into his mouth and let him suckle on it, then pulled it out and brought it to her own mouth.“Mmm, you’re a fucking stud daddy… a stud with a big dick that lasts forever. I’m going to ride it… until it’s raw.”She moaned deeply and then gave her husband a lustful gaze and a smile. Her thighs seemed to trap him even more firmly in her pleasant prison.A couple of minutes later, he pushed his hands down on her hips and kept her locked tightly in place. Her pussy was stuffed with his cockmeat and he gazed into her eyes as she returned the look with a feverish stare. As he told her he wanted to see her butt, the names he called her send extra twitches of pleasure down her spine. She pushed herself off him, her pussy releasing his rod with a slight pop. She slid her legs off the bed and moved to the edge of it. She leaned forward over it, and raised her ass high. With her heeled boots, her pussy should be positioned perfectly for him to enter her from behind. She slapped her own bottom in a provocative gesture.“Get that dick back in there daddy… my pussy isn’t going to fuck itself!” She gave him a naughty wink and waited for Richard to position himself behind her. Once he was there, she gave him a look over her shoulders that demanded his cock. She gasped for air audibly as he pushed it back inside of her.“Oh fuck… fuuuuuuuuuuck”She knew he would truly nail her hard now, until he came and she relished the thought. Her moans and screams needed muffling, so she would occasionally bite her own lips to cut them short. She pushed her buttocks firmly into his thrusting member and almost dared him to spill his load deep down her hole. Richard: I savagely rip into your pussy with dick, like a lumber jack I try to split you in two with my cock. I waist no time in drilling into your wet soft flesh with my dick. I pound into you from behind, the sound of my balls slapping against your tight ass with each thrust echoes throughout the room. Within mere moments I am thrusting hard and deep into your wet pussy. The sound of my grunts accompany each thrust forward. With both my hands on each of your hips, I pull you back with each thrust forward, sending every last millimeter of stiff dick into your wet juicy pussy. With my right hand, I pull back and slap your ass hard just as I pound into your pussy. A red imprint of my had is left on your tight ass as I replace my right hand on your hip and pull you into another quick savage round of fucking thrusts. In and out, in and out. My cock stabs into your flesh as a small sheen of sweat beads down my chest. Panting hard"Take... that... dick.... baby... take... that.... fucking.... dick."Aaron: I have never wanted to be anywhere else more in life. Sure, this past year has been hard and there were often times when I wish I did not have to endure the screams and moans of exstacy my ears are constantly bombarded with. But despite all the difficulties... despite all the set-backs, I feel that the three of us had come to a mutual unspoken understanding. And the foundation of that understanding centered around me making myself scarce when the two of you were fucking. When that bedroom door was closed, and those noises were echoing through the house, I was to give your bedroom a wide berth. Stay away. Not that the door was still completely closed! The slightly ajar stairs at me, and like a death-row inmate on his final walk I slowly edge towards it.The ajarness of the door is making each and every noise being produced in that room resound crystal clear in the hallway. I do not want to do this, I do not want to do this, I do not want to do this. I repeat that mantra over and over again as I get to the top of the stairs and slowly slide my feet towards the bedroom door. My father's cellphone in my right hand, Ms. Cummings.. I didn't even know her first name... still on the line. She was forcing me to do this... said it was an emergency... she would take all the blame... blah blah blah. Empty words from a woman whose face I had never seen. Despite her assurances of taking the blame, she was not here, and I was.I am right outside the door. The pounding, slapping, moaning, screaming completely clear to my ear. Under different circumstances this type of cacophony of noises would have sent me running for the lube. I take a deep steadying breath. And knock: *Knock, Knock, Knock* I make sure my hand falls on the side closest to the hinge. The last thing I need is to knock on the door and send it flying open. Who knows what would happen then. As it is, I am uncomfortable enough. The noises continue, with Jacqueline letting out a particularly nasty round of verbal dirty talk. They must not have heard me. Those three knocks almost took all my courage... I don't know if I have another round in me.... *Knock Knock Knock* ( had to gasp for air occasionally as Richard was now fucking her hard. In the beginning of their relationship, he would have been too timid for this kind of rutting. Thankfully after their time together, she had managed to goad him out of his shell. She moaned deeply each deep thrust she endured and would yelp whenever his hand cracked across one of her ass cheeks. She was edging ever closer to a climax and was nearly oblivious to the outside world. Aaron was not even a blip on her conscious mind. That was, until something tickled her senses. When the knocks had come on the door the first time, she had not been sure she had heard anything at all, but when another hesitant set of knocks followed them soon, she knew that someone was at the door.That someone could only be Aaron. The maid service had come and gone hours earlier and their drive had departed immediately after dropping them off home. Surely the teenager should know better than to disturb them now. They weren’t exactly being quiet, so it was pretty clear that Richards son knew exactly what was going on in his father’s bedroom. She bit her lip hard and then spoke up loud enough to be heard above Richards moans.“Aaron… not right now… we are busy… get the fuck out of here…”She sounded harsher than she meant to be, but then, it was hard to be rational and understanding when someone was interrupting the fucking of a life-time. Well, in their case, the fucking of the week might have been a better description.She did not feel any embarrassment at being heard by Aaron, and even a tiny sliver of arousal at having an audience, even though it was her husband’s own son. In any case, the lad really had to know better, so whatever he had heard was only his own fault. So Jacqueline did not feel guilty at all. Fucking often and good was what couples who loved each other, and were still very much in love were supposed to do. The presence of a teenager in the house did not change that fact. And Richard had a lifetime of bad sex to make up for. She pushed her buttocks more firmly into her thrusting husband’s rod and hoped that her stepson had gotten the message and would leave their door again. Richard: Lost in the fog of lust, I wasn't even sure that I had heard the knocking at first. Between slapping Jacqueline's ass, and the sound of flesh pounding against flesh it was an easy sound to miss amongst all the others. I give you a particularly vigorous set of thrusts with my dick just before I hear the second set of knocks. I know immediately who it must be. And honestly, there is a small part of me that feels... wrong... dirty... what's the word??? Guilty? But after so many years of being denied sex, I have moved beyond the point of being able to stop. This feels to good, I am too near to my climax to stop now. I jab my dick into you hard and fast as you say"Aaron... not right now... we are busy... get the fuck out of here..."The very back of my brain that is still somewhat thinking rationally applauds your words. Aaron should be far away from this. He has nothing to do with this and should leave us alone. Still pumping my cock deep into your pussy with quick stabs of my dick, I reach up with my right hand and pull your hair towards me. Your back arches as I pull your head back and lean in closer to you so that my mouth is right next to your right ear. In one of the mirrors mounted on the far wall, I see our reflection. Your arched back pushes your large tits outward, making them look amazing. I lean into your ear and whisper"There is no way....... ahhhh.... yeah take that dick... there is no way I'm going to stop fucking you Mrs. Richardson. I'm going to fuck.... mmm..... fuck the shit out of your pussy."I let go of your hair, placing both hands back on your hips and increase the pace of my fucking.Aaron: I am in Hell... When Dante was describing his seven layers of Hell it is clear to me that he left one out. Having to listen to your father fuck his hot new wife who you lust over should at least be #8. I turn away from the door and raise the phone to my ear."Ms. Cummings I really don't think it's a good idea for me to..... well..... yeah but still I......................................................... *sigh* fine.I raise my hand once again reluctantly to the door and *knock, knock, knock*"Um.... look I uh..... I know you're busy but uh... see there is a phone call... and uh.......... well it needs to be taken care of see." ( distraction that Aaron’s arrival provided was driven away when Richards fucking further intensified. Indeed she soon felt his hand creep up her back and then grab a fistful of her dark hair. As he pulled her head back towards him, her back arched and her full breasts pointed proudly forward. She looked at herself in the mirror, and in doing so made eye contact with Richard as well. She moaned deeply as he hoarsely spoke the lewd words in her ear.“Oh fuck yes… yes… do me hard mr. Richardson… fuck your little slut… make her feel who is in charge… oh shit!”Her husband sped up his fucking even more to where he was now pistoning in and out of her at a breakneck speed. His large cock ever more stretched her pussy and her walls clenched him firmly on each passage.In spite of Richards efforts, more knocks on the door soon dispelled the pure lustful allure of the moment. She groaned in disappointment. Clearly they would need to have a talk with Aaron after their little fuck was over. Tell him about what was deemed acceptable behavior in this house and what boundaries he should always respect. When Aaron then opened his mouth to speak of an urgent phone call, she was completely indifferent about it. Whoever was calling or whatever their intention was, they could wait another 15 minutes, or however much longer Richard could possibly last.“Aaron… for fucks sake. Get the fuck out of here… before I kick your ass myself… We don’t care… who is calling… Take their number… and tell them your dad will call them back…”Her voice was now a lot angrier than the first time she had responded, she hoped it would get the message across. After Richard had shifted his hands to her hips, he really started to fuck her hard and proper. She soon forgot about Aaron and instead screamed loudly as he battered her pussy.“Oh fuck… oh shit… yes daddy… yes… fuck that pussy… that’s the fucking spot!”Her hands balled some of the sheets up in her fists as she felt herself close to cumming on his rod. Richard: I know that Freud would have a lot to say about the current situation I find myself in. And child protective services would also probably have a lot to say if it were my younger son Jacob on the other side of the door. I know I am not going to get a single vote for father-of-the-year. Thing is though... at the moment I could not care less. I pound my dick deep into your pussy. All thoughts of Aaron, or companies, or bosses, or deadlines, or anything else that existed beyond the confines of this room... no wait... really beyond the this bed... simply does not exist. Your pussy wraps itself around my dick as I continue to pump into you, and I know that I am close to cumming. Although I never want this moment to end, I also know how amazingly good it will feel when I do climax.“Oh fuck… oh shit… yes daddy… yes… fuck that pussy… that’s the fucking spot!”Your words spur me faster, and I pick up the pace. Going in and out of you at a breakneck speed. The sight of your sweat covered back and ass only adds to the lude scene of our fucking bodies.The naughtiness and wrongness of the situation is not completely lost on me. I realize that as a 50 year old man, I am fucking a woman almost half my age with my son standing outside my door 15 feet away. But as I grow closer and closer to cumming, the naughtiness of the situation only adds to the allure. This is the type of situation that would end up in a bad skin-flick movie that they show pay-per-view late at night. But I get to live it. This is actually happening. I get to fuck this amazingly hot woman after years of sexual rejection. The anger of it still stings, and I take some of that anger out on you as I fuck you even harder."Take that fucking dick you slut. Take that dick in your pussy. You like that don't you. You like getting fucking like the slut you are."I have no idea where Aaron is, but if he is still outside, he is about to hear me cum.Aaron: Like a deer in headlights, I just wait... I know what is about to happen... after months of listening to them I know when the end is near. I close my eyes, and wait for the end. The phone still in my lax hand, I have no doubt there are two people who can hear what is happening at the Richardson household tonight. ( seemed to Jacqueline that she had really gotten Richard going that night. As she took his dick, she deemed Aaron a mere afterthought. This in spite of the fact that she had just angrily chastised him for his interruption. She moaned loudly as Richard sped up his fucking a bit more and was now really pounding her pussy. She nodded when he told her to take his dick and bit her lip a bit before responding.“Oh yes daddy… I’ll take that cock… give it to me… give it to me hard…”She pushed her ass even firmer back into his pounding pelvis, instinctively understanding that her husband was close to exploding inside of her. Richard: If we all got what we wanted all the time I suppose there would never be anything to strive for. If I had my way, I would make this feeling last forever. I cannot fully put into words how truly amazing it feels to be deep inside my wife's pussy. In and out, in and out I fuck you from behind. Sweat drips down my chest and lightly coats your tight tight ass. The thought of this being some pay-per-view fantasy movie still in the back of my mind... so many men and young boys jerk off to those cheesy movies on a regular basis... and so few actually get to live out what the movie shows. Inspired by this... I give you a few more quick pumps of my cock. I wish this could last forever, but I know it is going to feel so good to finally release my load. I look down at your tight ass.. your perfect body bent over... and at last I start to cum.I pull my dick quickly out of your pussy, and spew a hot thick load all over your tight ass. Isn't that how they do it in the movies? A torrent of hot sticky cum streams forth.. and I let out a deep deep grunting sigh. ( on Richards increasingly pronounced breathing and the grunts that intersperse his pelvic pounding, Jacqueline knows he is close. So when his knobhead explodes inside of her in a torrent of goo, she is not truly surprised. She feels her husband pulling out and painting her butt cheeks in sticky strands of his seed. A deep sigh signals that he is done, and Jacqueline peers over her shoulder with a triumphant smile. Then, her mind briefly returned to Aaron at the door. As her husband stumbled over to the bathroom, seemingly having forgotten all about the phone call, Jacqueline moved to her feet, uneasily and still in the hooker boots. She grabbed a silk robe that was on one of the chairs in front of her vanity and then headed for the door. She quickly slipped the garment on and tied it around her waist, though it did little to hide what she had just been doing. Her hair was disheveled and there was a sheen of sweat, hers and Richards, all over her body. The silk of the short robe clung to her ass where it stuck to the jizz that Richard had left there.She pulled open the door and gave Aaron a dirty look.“We are going to have another talk about boundaries after this, young man.”She saw the blush on his cheeks but was rather indifferent at his awkward feelings. She took the phone out of his hands and then slammed the door shut. She put the receiver to her ear and started to talk.“Who is this? Miss Cummings… I do hope that my husband’s son told you that we were busy… Urgent? What could possibly be so urgent that it cannot wait fifteen minutes?”Jacqueline put as much annoyance in her voice as she could muster, then headed to the bathroom door. She knocked on it and then headed inside, seeing that Richard had walked into the shower already.“Baby get out of there… it’s the office and it’s apparently ‘urgent’.”She put as much disdain and bitterness into the word urgent as she could muster. After Richard exited the shower, she handed him the phone, then dropped the silk robe and entered the shower herself, after undoing the boots and leaving them on the bathroom floor. She did not pay attention to her husband’s phone conversation as she washed the jizz and sweat off her body. Aaron: This is the most confusing set of emotions I have ever had at once.First, I feel ashamed. Jaquelin was right in so far that I knew what was going on in their room, and I stood right outside their door as they fucked like animals. I can only image that if I were ever getting.... intimate with a woman then I would be mortified if Jaquelin stood outside the door and listened to me. Not that I've been intimate with a woman before... not for lack of trying.. and truth be told if Jaquelin did hear me having sex maybe she would look at me different and................... no... no no no... that's a thought path I will not follow.Second, I feel kinda mad. After all it wasn't exactly my idea to stand outside my father and stepmother's door and listen to them. Ms. Cum... or whatever her name is made me. Dad takes his work very seriously and if his assistant says it's important I have to assume that it is. I understand that Jaquelin is mad but still... not my idea. It's not like I had my ear pressed against the door or anything.And finally Third, of course I feel aroused. I can't help it, Jaquelin is without a doubt the sexiest woman I know in real life. Looking past everything else. The creepyness that she is my stepmother. The wrongness that she is married to my father and apparently having lots of regular sex with him. Skipping all that, the biological fact is that she is a well put-together woman and I am a boy who has raging hormones that according to multiple studies I can't really help. So of course when I hear what basically amounts to the soundtrack of the greatest porno ever in real life there is going to be a certain amount of involuntary arousal.The mix of shame, anger, and arousal fight each other in my head. Finally, in an attempt to relieve all three simultaneously I jerk off. Not really proud of it, not exactly my finest moment. But as I stroke my hard dick, I think of Jacquelin, and all three of those feelings seem to focus on her. She is the cause of my shame, anger and arousal. So as I picture her in those thigh-high boots, and replay the tape of the most recent sounds through my head, I somehow feel better masturbating.Richard: I hang up the phone with Ms. Cummings.... maybe its just me but she sounded different on the phone. She seemed more... breathy. Kinda reminded me a small tiny bit of the way Marilyn Monroe used to talk in a kinda flirty way. And she seemed very amused that I now had to leave my vacation and come home for a few days to straighten this mess out with another firm. Sucks beyond all reason, but I am senior VP on the account so.... Jaquelin is NOT going to like this.Still dripping wet... I enter the shower with you. Through the fog I see your amazing body with a mixture of soap and water. I gently move over to you, and kiss you on the neck from behind. My cock sandwiched between me and your firm ass."Sweetie, I have some bad news..." ( anger she had felt towards Aaron and the annoyance she had towards her husband Richard had melted away somewhat after she had handed her man his phone and then moved into the shower. She scrubbed the mess off her body and then applied some of her fragrant, custom made soaps. She had not even realized that Richard had rejoined her in the shower until she felt his manhood press into her buttocks. A frown did return to her face upon his proclamation of bad news. She knew what was coming before he had a chance at expressing it. It could only be one thing, him breaking his promise. She turned around and widened the distance between them before giving him a dirty look.“Fuck you Richard… No! We were going to spend the entire month together. You cannot even give your wife four weeks of your attention?”When Richard did not immediately deny the accusation, she pushed past him.She grabbed a towel and quickly dried herself off, then found herself a fresh silk robe in their bedroom. After putting it on, she stormed out of their bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her. She descended the stairs and went to the living room where she mixed herself a drink. She was brooding and moping as she paced around the room. Finally she sat down on the couch and tried to compose herself. She badly wanted to punish Richard for this betrayal. Hit him… throw expensive items at his head. Do something to get back at him… She was still fuming when her husband finally joined her in the downstairs living room. Richard: I cannot say that I don't understand where my wife is coming from. I had, in fact, promised her an entire month away from the pressures and pitfalls of work. I had promised... but this was the reality of the situation. Something had gone terribly wrong with a multi million dollar deal and I had to fix it. It sucked, but having this job is what allowed me to pay for this new house, and Jacqueline's clothing/jewelry/cars... I was a man with two masters.My head reeling from the conundrum I had now found myself in, I exit the shower and dry off. The bedroom still empty, I slip on a pair of grey sweatpants and start to make my way downstairs. I pass Aaron's room in the hall. We were, at some point, going to have to have a talk about boundaries. I know it must be hard, seeing his father with a much younger woman. And I am sure it was difficult us being newly-weds and spending so much time fucking... but boundaries had to be established. I certainly wasn't going to change the sex, so Aaron was going to have to learn. I shake my head as I pass. As important as it was for Aaron to understand the seriousness of his transgression, I had an angry wife downstairs who demanded my immediate attention. One fire at a time.I pour myself a drink of my own from the bottle Jacqueline had left on the counter as I pass through the kitchen. The warm liquid streams down my throat, and gives me a bit of "courage." I have faced powerful business tycoons across the conference table before. I even once met the President at a fundraiser. But walking into that room now scares me more than those two ever did put together.Taking a deep steadying breath, I enter the room."Look sweetie, before you say anything... I know I promised a full month. And I am so sorry that this has come up. But I'm in charge of this account. My job sucks sometimes, but it's what allows us to afford this vacation home, and the cars, and all those other things. This will only be for 4 days, 6 tops. And when I come back, pick up where we left off. I promise we'll still have the full month. It will just have to be chopped up a bit.. that's all. Please don't be mad."I look up at you like a puppy dog. You'd always said I looked cute when I did that. Hoping that will soften the blow a bit, I give it my all.Aaron: I press my ear against the door, straining to hear what was going on. Jacqueline and father had gotten into some type of fight. That much was clear. It was rare for them to argue like this although it did happen. In my current state of mind, though, I just hope this does not lead to make-up-sex.... ( the urge to throw the nearest thing at her husband the moment he entered, Jacqueline instead heard him out in silence. She knew he was right, from a purely rational point of view. His job afforded them both this life style. Her standard of living prior to meeting him had been far more modest. In fact, even in his absence, she lived it up to obscene heights, without ever eliciting a complaint from him. But still she was upset, mostly because he had broken a promise to her upon the first sign of professional trouble. She raised her chin in a defiant gesture and responded.“It’s not about the fucking money for once. It’s about making a promise to your wife and then breaking it the second your job calls. It’s nice to know where I stand in your private little ranking of priorities!”With that said, she loudly slammed the glass down on the coffee table and rose to her feet. She marched down to where Richard was standing and then straight past him. She only stopped once on her way to the stairs and that was to loudly proclaim:“I hope you look forward to sleeping in the guest bedroom when you return!”She climbed the stairs, entered their bedroom, pulled out one of Richards suitcases and just randomly tossed some of his clothes inside before pushing it out into the corridor. After that, she closed the door and double-locked the room using her key. The sheets on their bed were still in a state from where they had been fucking like rabbits just moments earlier, which now seemed a long time ago. Richard: I step into the office. Having slept in the guest bedroom last night, then rising early and leaving before anyone was up has not put me in the best of moods. I had tried apologizing to Jaquelin repeatedly last night. But when I had gone upstairs and found the bedroom door locked and my suitcase in the hall... I got the message.It's not as if I enjoy leaving things this way with Jaquelin, but I am at a loss. I understand where she is coming from but I am the boss and the buck stops here. All those nice things, the lifestyle that we lead all comes from this job. As the boss I have the luxury of working my own set of hours but when the shit hits the fan I'm the one who has to clean it up. Well guess what? The shit hit the fan and now I'm having to fly back and clean it up.I exit the elevator and walk down the hall towards my office. A Saturday morning and nobody is here. My secretary Ms. Cummings darts around the corner with an arm full of files. I can tell she is trying to forestall the bad mood she must know I am in. I must have had a look in my eye because she looks down at the ground.I sigh...."Good morning Barbara, thanks for coming in on a Saturday. Give me the short version of what went wrong."As she starts to launch into a detailed analysis of exactly what went wrong with this deal I let out another deep sigh. It is going to be a long day.Aaron: I dive into the cool water and emerge a moment later. The sun is just now starting to come up, and the freshness of the day and water seems to wash over me in equal measure. I had a hard time sleeping last night. It was unclear to me if I was in any type of trouble. On the one hand I had broken a cardinal rule. When Jaquelin and my father were being intimate, stay away. I had violated that rule and surely there would be some type of consequences to my actions.On the other hand, I had overheard enough last night to know that dad and Jaquelin were fighting. I assumed it had something to do with the reason Ms. Cummings had called and insisted on talking to my father last night. He had left very early this morning. I really did not know when he was coming back, but I assumed that if it was a large enough fight that dad would have taken me with him. So I am not sure if my violation had now become overshadowed by this other concern.Very confusing living in this house. There is my constant confusion over how I should treat and feel about Jaquelin... and now all this other new stuff. Very confusing indeed. ( the next morning, Jacqueline had calmed down considerably. Mostly because it was of no use to walk around angry when Richard was not even around. She would have plenty of time to make her husband pay for breaking his word once he was back home. She slept in late and thus missed her husband’s departure as well. By the time she rolled out of bed and checked the time on her iPhone, it was already 10:37 AM. She took a long shower and put on a robe, then headed downstairs for a light breakfast. She didn’t feel like going into the city that morning, so she changed into a bikini set instead and headed outside. She noticed that Aaron was swimming laps but initially did not acknowledge his presence. Instead she went to her sunchair and laid down. After a while, she rolled on her back and properly undid her top. If Richard had been here, he would have objected to her tanning topless in front of his son. Which was ridiculous, since the boy heard them fucking every night. But in Richard’s absence, there was nothing to stop her from uncovering, so she did. She put her sunglasses on and relaxed, her tits in full view of her step son. Richard: Ms. Cummings leans over my mahogany desk, sorting through the mountain of paperwork on my desk. Riffling through exactly what I needed to pay attention to and what was pointless. As she leans forward, her blue top hangs loosely from her body. Despite it being form-fittingly tight, it gives me the perfect window to see her ample breasts beneath.Not that I by any means need to look elsewhere at women's bodies. After all, Jacqueline have copious amounts of sex on a regular basis. And my wife's body is as close to perfect as one can ever hope to attain. But.... I wonder if her breasts are larger than Jacqueline's. I shift slightly in my chair.Ms. Cummings bends over even further, which causes her tight ass to thrust high into the air. With those high shoes on, it places her at just the right height if I were.... NO!I shake my head, trying to think of something else."I really appreciate you coming in on a Saturday, I am sure you must have much better things to be... doing with your day off."Why in the hell did I just say "doing" like that? My eye traces down her muscular smooth leg again to her high heels. They look amazing on her."Those can't be comfortable to walk around in."Was I flirting with her?Aaron: I finish my last lap, and straighten up in the shallow end. Wiping water from eyes, I absentmindedly notice that at some point Jacqueline had come out to the pool. The water still in my eyes produces a blurry image of her, so I continue to rub as I exit the pool and walk over to the outdoor bar by the side of the pool. Opening the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of water, I proceed to walk over to Jacqueline. Thinking somehow my paltry gift of a water will somehow mend some fences, I walk over to where she is seated.Damn, I can't seem to get this damn water completely out of my eyes. Should have brought a towel out with me.I get to where Jacqueline is sitting.Listen, Jacqueline, about last night I.... Damn... Mind if I borrow your towel? Can't seem to get this stupid water out of my eyes.Without waiting for an answer, I lean down and wipe my eyes on the towel you are sitting on, finally getting the drops of moisture from my eyes. I begin to straighten up to talk to you."Anyway about last night I really didn't mean to interrupt anything that was going on or.... uh........ "My eyes finally focused on her form and I am at a loss for words. ( was a reason for Erin Cummings unusual devotion to her job and her boss. It was the nature of her being hired in itself. Erin had followed in the footsteps of Martha Bertrand, a 63-year old woman who had been mr. Richardson’s secretary for 18 years and who had probably forgotten more about the job than Erin had ever known. Erin had been painfully young, just two years away from graduating college when she got the job. Even though mr. Richardson seemed pleased with her work, she never got over the feeling of being underqualified, even after working for him for nearly 18 months now. So she had compensated by working harder than any secretary had ever before. Erin’s life now was her job.She could not even remember the last time she had gone on a date. So when mr. Richardson had flown back from his Miami vacation to deal with a crisis, of course she chose to spend her weekend at the office with him. What else would she do? Sit at home whilst he might need her! The day prior she had blushed at the awkward nature of their phone conversation. First having his son Aaron on the phone. Having to convince the boy to put his father on. Then inadvertently hearing her boss fucking his much younger wife. She had of course not addressed that part of her communication with him!She heard her boss compliment her on her devotion and a small smile formed on her lips. She did not notice how he uttered the word ‘doing’.“It’s no problem, mr. Richardson. If you are here, then my job is to be by your side. I didn’t have any big plans anyway.”She turned her gaze properly to her boss when he inquired into her shoes. That was odd and out of character for him. She just replied with a neutral.“It’s not so bad. Once you are used to walking in heels, you can do so with little discomfort. Unless you insist on doing a long hike in them!”She smiled at her last remark and then handed him some of the paperwork she had been going through.“We need to focus on this first, mr. Richardson.”(’s gaze was closely following her step son as he climbed out of the pool and headed towards the bar area. She was still watching him as he approached her, the fact that she was observing him concealed by her large sunglasses. She smiled a bit when he proceeded to start an apology and then interrupted himself to dry his eyes off with her towel. Once he finished and turned his gaze back up at her, she smiled even wider when his mind registered the bareness of her chest. She lifted her sunglasses up and extended her hand to accept the water bottle he had brought. She took a sip and a few drops of the condensed water on the outside of the chilled bottle fell in the valley of her breasts. A small river of droplets ran down to her navel. She shook her head at his apology.“That’s alright Aaron. It’s not your fault. Miss Cummings should have known better.”She made eye contact with the young man and bit her lip in a teasing gesture. Richard was not completely sure what Erin meant by "first." What was after first? The way she bit her lip, the sparkle in her eyes still had him thinking of...No, she was right. She had devoted every waking moment to her job, and had deserved to have some type of break while he was away, and now he had robbed her of even that. Richard owed it to her to at least concentrate on the job and get through this as quickly as possible. Turning his attention to the contract she has in front of him"Yes, I see your point, the terms were clearly laid out. We shouldn't be having this problem. Let's set up a call for tomorrow morning. It's too late to call now, it's after midnight in Japan. So let's set up a call for tomorrow morning as early as possible. What about those budget notes? I don't see that in this pile."Oh yes, I have that on my desk."Ms. Cummings responds.As she exits the room, the sway of her ass again catches Richard's eye. He leans back in his chair and contemplates how mad his wife is at him right now. And the more Richard thinks about, the more angry he becomes. After all, it's not his fault the deal hit a bump in the road. It was a multi-million dollar deal, and it was his job to make sure it went through. A job that provided Jaqueline with all the vacations, cars, and all around life of luxury to which she had become accustomed. The more he thought about it, the more he came to the conclusion that he was right, and his wife wrong.Ms. Cummings re-enters the room and comes over to the desk."What's wrong sir?"she says as she places the new file in front of Richard."Oh nothing, just stressed and the thing I usually do to release stress these day's really isn't an option so..."Ms. Cummings leans in, and despite himself, knowing that it is wrong, Richard reaches up, and gently kisses her on the lips. All the frustration, all the anger and hurt feelings manifest themselves in that action. Richard wanted to do something that was both reckless... this.. apparently, what it.. Immediately Richard shifts in his chair..."I'm sorry, obviously that was a mistake, I should have done that."_________Aaron is really at a loss for how to handle this. Despite being his age, this was the first pair of real breasts he had ever been this close too. He tried to keep eye contact with Jaqueline, and to remind himself that she was, after all, married to his father despite how incredibly hot she was. She had answered his question, not acknowledging the fact that she was topless. At a loss for what else to do, Aaron followed suit."Uh... well.. still... Despite what Ms. Cummings said...he kept trying not to look down, but he had a feeling that as a reflexive action his eyes continued to dart down to Jaqueline's ample breasts. He was very aware of a drop of water that had, like a river, cut a path between her tits to her her naval."I uh... I shouldn't have interrupted what was clearly a "private" moment between you and my father. I mean... it wasn't exactly covert what you were doing so I uh.... I should have stayed.... uh...... Can I get you anything? Another water... fruit...?"What the hell was he saying? (’s ploy to get her stepson’s attention had obviously worked. Perhaps too much, since he was bumbling through his words now as she had aptly drawn his attention to her bare breasts. She sat up a bit more and made eye contact with him, completely discarding her sunglasses. She rose to her feet and took Aaron by the hand, leading him back into the house. She briefly stopped and pushed him up against the kitchen counter, as if she wanted him to remain there for a bit whilst she explained something.“I think you should be aware of certain things, Aaron. You are your father’s son and in his absence, this house is as much yours as it is his. You’re more or less the man of the house now, at least until he gets back and I expect you to act like one. So no more clumsy stuttering, no more insecurity on your part. If you want to look at my tits, look at them.”Jacqueline grabbed hold of the sides of Aaron’s face and made his gaze turn downward to her chest. Then she released his face from her grasp, but only to grab his hands instead and push them onto her tits.“Feel these, Aaron… For as long as your dad is away, these are as much yours as they are his.”There was a feverish quality to her eyes, this had all started out as a way to get back at her husband, but now that she was committing to it, she was becoming genuinely aroused at the prospect of fucking her stepson. Who knew, perhaps the lad could be hiding hidden talents. She pushed her chest further into his hands as if she was doing something entirely normal. Her right hand went back to his face and she caressed his cheek tenderly.***( Cummings was totally devoted to her boss. Even though there was little she wouldn’t do for him, his kiss still took her by surprise. Sure, she liked to dress up for him, look her best in his company, but so far he hadn’t done anything inappropriate. He had been purely professional, apart from some stolen glances whenever she had worn very short dresses or outfits with impressive décolletage. But he had never touches her inappropriately and they had certainly never kissed before. So his kiss took her enough by surprise that she didn’t immediately respond. Just when she considered kissing him back, the kiss was broken off by him and he started to apologize. She blushed a bit but then shook her head.“There is no reason to apologize, mr. Richards. I totally understand. It’s a stressful job you have and then having to break off your vacation to rush back here.”She wasn’t sure what to make of his behavior. She felt flattered by his attention but at the same time, she knew he was married. Erin’s opinion of Jacqueline wasn’t very high, she thought his young wife was the typical gold digger who didn’t mind spreading her legs for an older man as long as he was wealthy enough. Erin’s devotion to Richard wasn’t inspired by his wealth but by his intelligence, strength and professionalism. She probably knew more about certain aspects of Richard’s life than his wife did, just because she was actually interested in the man himself and not just his wealth. Erin decided to take a chance and leaned forward to initiate a kiss of her own. This time she pushed her tongue eagerly into his mouth and tangled with his tongue. Her hands went over his expensive shirt and she admiringly explored the muscular torso underneath. Her boss was perhaps not the youngest man any more, but he seemed to take pride in maintaining a body that many young men would be jealous of. --Aaron---Jacqueline's words made something click inside of Aaron. Something that had not really been there before seemed to come alive within him. He had always fantasized about touching his stepmother. Fantasized about making her moan and scream. Hell, half of his friends only spent so much time at his house because of Jacqueline, so those were all his friend's fantasies as well. But he had never actually thought that he would get the chance to act on any of those thoughts. They were just musings, dreams, more of a "wouldn't it be nice" type of thing. Aaron never thought that anything would actually ever happen. And yet here he was. His stepmother was making him massage her perfect tits. He was actually touching her breasts. The fact that the first set of tits he ever touched happened to belong to his stepmother was a thought for another time.Aaron, encouraged by her words, snapped into action. He was not entirely sure what to do, but he had seen enough porno's to have a least a rough blue-print, so it is from those XXX movies that he took his cue.Aaron leans in, and as he is massaging Jacqueline's round perky tits he starts to kiss his stepmother. He shoves as much tongue into her mouth as possible, but she seems to back off from it a bit, so he alters his technique. She responds positively, and smiles around the kiss. As he continues to massage her tits, tweaking her nipples slightly, Jacqueline's hand roams down his body and starts to massage his dick through his swim trunks. It feels amazing, but his 16 year old penis needs little cajoling, it sprang to fully hard the moment his hand touched Jacqueline's breasts. A little nervous that he won't last long, Aaron reaches down and savagely rips off Jacqueline's bottoms in one fell swoop. Still taking his cues from movies, Aaron quickly spins his stepmother around and bends her over the counter. Her ass sticking high in the air, Aaron quickly drops his trunks, stumbling slightly as he gets them off, and roughly shoves his hard dick deep into his stepmother's pussy.It is like no sensation Aaron has ever felt before. Even the flesh-lights that he had bought over the internet that were supposed to feel like "the real thing" did not compare. It was amazing, and Aaron lets out a deep sigh as he enters Jacqueline. Stealing dialogue from one of his favorites Aaron says"Tell me how much you like that cock."--Richard--As much as it shocked Richard when he kissed Ms. Cummings, the fact that she returns the kiss is even more shocking. A million thoughts simultaneously race through Richard's mind. As a business man, he does an immediate risk vs. reward analysis. Yes he was married to a beautiful woman who, despite recent evidence, he did love. But she was also demanding at times, and Erin seemed to like Richard on a different level with a different set of criteria.His analysis done, Richard determined it was a horrible idea to sleep with his secretary. There were too many variables, too many things that could go wrong. Then Erin straightened up from the kiss, and her amazing body was shown in profile, and Richard ignored the analysis and decided to go for it. He was done denying himself those things that he wanted. He had worked hard to get this point, sacrificing a lot to achieve what he had. Now, he was at a point where he wanted what he wanted and wasn't going to refuse the offer."Well, we both have stressful jobs..."Richard reaches up, and starts to rub Erin's tight stomach beneath her blouse, slowly moving upward. Looking for signs that he should stop, or had gone too far. Jacqueline hadn’t been entirely sure about how her stepson would respond. She was fairly convinced that he was still a virgin, so a young attractive woman like herself coming on so strongly might have scared him, even without the added problem of her being married to his father. But he seemed to take well to fondling her breasts and then he had come to some sort of decision where he moved his mouth towards her lips and had roughly pushed his tongue into her mouth. She had gently pushed him off a bit and given a bit of instruction.“No… Don’t use to much tongue, you don’t want to overwhelm your partner. Do it more relaxed… Ease into it.”She gave an example of her own by initiating a kiss and showing him how it was done. Then she allowed him to retake control and was pleased to find out he had already learned a bit.Jacqueline then turned her attention to Aaron’s cock. She had some suspicion that he would take from his father in that regard and a simple pat down of his crotch confirmed that he was hiding quite the cock underneath the swim trunks he was wearing. If he wasn’t quite Richard’s size, it was a negligible size difference at best. She had only just started rubbing him through the fabric of his swim trunks when she was rudely interrupted by Aaron. She yelped a bit when he just ripped her bikini bottoms off her body. They snapped on the right side of her body and the ruined fabric just fell to the ground. If she wanted to voice any indignation, Aaron did not give her much of a chance. Displaying both strength and confidence she hadn’t yet seen before in him, she was spun around on her feet and then bent over the kitchen counter. A few seconds later, she felt his knobhead press up against her wet gash and then he pushed into her.“Oh fuck!”She hadn’t been expecting such a swift penetration considering his experience, or lack thereof. That much was revealed when his moan suggested that he himself was surprised at how she felt. She moaned a bit when her stepson inquired about how his cock felt.“You’ve certainly got a big one, like your dad. But can you use it properly?”She stared at him from over her shoulder and gave him a daring little smile that was almost a taunt to make him prove that he could match up to his father.***Erin had broken off her kiss and then allowed her boss some time to process what had just happened. She had seen the look in his eyes many times before, usually when he was making business decisions. Assess, evaluate, decide, move on. That was his mantra and that was what he was doing right then. Only he wasn’t deciding on some business deal, he was deciding if he would take this thing any further. This thing, which would be the biggest cliché of all time in the corporate world: a boss fucking his secretary. She gave her boss a smile once he brushed his hand over her bare midriff. She wasn’t going to resist him or her own desire. Instead she pulled the midriff baring top she had worn to work that day over her head to reveal her bra-less chest.She sat down on her boss lap and allowed him to fondle her full tits whilst rubbing her ass over his crotch through the fabric of her skirt. She could already feel that her boss was rather large, but she had expected nothing less. She dared to lean in again for another kiss. After she broke off the kiss, she looked into her boss’ eyes with doe eyes and asked him.“Please mr. Richards… Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m a cheap whore.”She caressed her boss cheek with her right hand. She wasn’t sure where this desire came from, these words came from. Perhaps she had always felt this way and just been lying to herself. She was certain it was going to happen now. Both of them had decided to throw away their better judgment just to indulge in each other’s bodies.

The Vacation (shovelbum4u & RedEve)

My Sister's Dark Secret by GreenMoonKing & EvieFrye

Lost, Luke wanders through a long dark hallway. The walls echo his desperate gasps for air, filling his ears with his own deep seeded fear. With each step he takes, the end of the hallway slips further and further away from him. His strides grow longer with each step, picking up the pace as his mind races."Help!" he cries.Luke's exhaustion leads him to collapse onto the grey carpet. The sweat beading off of his brow onto the grey matter before him. Like small drops in a storm, they fall into the vast ocean of thread and string. Luke about loses all hope, when, out of the darkness comes a voice. A familiar voice. The voice of his mother calls out to him from the end of the hallway."Luke. Please come Luke. Come and see." the mother calls to him.Luke rises onto his knees, and then stands erect once again. His determination to reach her is the only thing keeping him going. Slowly he walks through the hallway, his eyes fixed on the silver handle of the doorknob."Mother! Where are you?" he asks, bellowing down the darkened hallway.The silver doorknob grows closer, Luke's determination reaches its peak. He lounges for the doorknob, and his hands grasp the metal handle. He turns the doorknob, and the door slowly creaks open. A bright white light fills the hallway, and a warm breeze brushes across his sweat covered face.When Luke opens his eyes however, a completely different sight lays before him. The air turns instantly as cold as ice, and his breath is clearly visible in front of him. There before him are his parents. Their eyes as white as chalk, their skin as blue as the sea, and the hands gnarled by time. The horrific sight send Luke's mind into an abyss of terror and sorrow."Luuuuke, help us!" the mother moans, reaching out for him."Anna!" Luke screams at the top of his lungs.As soon as the scene came, it vanished into the darkness of his bedroom. The shadow of the trees outside slowly crept their way up to his face. Like skeletal fingers, they clasped themselves around his neck and down his chest."Anna!" he continued to scream, not quite aware of his surroundings.Was it a dream? A nightmare? He still wasn't sure. He continued to scream out for his sister, echoing her name into the night. Anna had taken upon herself to sleep in a chair of her brother's room. Ever since her parents died, she has had to become the mother. To look after both herself and her brother. And since her parent's death, Luke had been having nightmare's, the reason she had taken to staying in his room. She was there for him, and she knew he needed her. At hearing him call out her name she went to his side, taking him in her arms, feeling his bare chest againest her barely covered one. The sensation of his skin touching hers had started to send shivers through her everytime, more and more. It was a feeling she was looking forward to."I'm here Luke." She told him, kissing his brow. "Your sister is here. Always here for you." She stroked his hair. "I have sleeping pills." She offered. "To help you sleep." The pills, she had gotten a week before, when his nightmare's had become truely horrible. She wasn't sure what brand to get, so she got several, lest any of them didn't work." Luke outstretched his arms, and felt the soft flesh of his sister. The warmth and familiarity comforted him to no end. This had been yet another of the vivid nightmares of his parents death. It haunted him, and it wouldn't let go. He believed that there must be a part of him that can't forget the horror of his parents death. Drowning in their car, freezing in the ice cold river. It was truly something out of a horror story.Luke wrapped his arms around Anna, and he began to weep into her shoulder. Her soft and supple skin acted like a cradle for his strong chin. His fingers dug slightly into her upper back, not yet realizing his strength, he left small pink circles beneath his nails."Anna, oh Anna, thank you." he thanked her, fighting through the frog in his throat.Luke saw the top of the pill bottle in her hand and he drew himself away. His head slowly lowering into the sweat covered pillow. Like morning dew it was sprinkled along the soft white fabric, leaving small damp circles scattered across it."Yes, I will take the pills. But, you must promise me that you won't leave me. Promise me!" He pleaded, taking her hand into his own. She took a deep breath as he held her close, held her tight. It was something she had never felt with another person, another reason why she knew the only person she could ever be with was her brother. Keep him close, kept him safe. Embrace his love, and love in return. As he made her promise never to leave him, she looked into his eyes. "I swear, I will never, ever, leave you." She kissed his damp forehead. "Now." She took the bottle of pills, to make it easier, she had put them into one big container, as the packaging was of the foil kind. "Here." She poured some out into her hand, it was a good thing she had brought a water bottle for this very reason.Now here was the thing, Anna had not looked at the packaging of the sleeping pills, she didn't know the amounts that should be given, and not to give. She didn't read the warning labels. It wasn't she didn't care, she just didn't think. But because of this, mixing more then one kind of sleeping pill, and with the amount she had. It was as good as poison she was giving her brother. But she didn't know this. As Anna held him tightly, he could faintly smell her perfume through her nightgown. It was soothing and fragrant. He held her tightly, and rested his head under her chin.Once Anna said that she would never leave him, it filled his heart with hope and comfort. He loved his sister, and now she was the only thing he had left to love in this world."Thank you, Anna." Luke replied, his lips curling into a smile.Luke looked at the pills in her hand, and reached out for them. Once his hands clasped around them, he withdrew them from her hand. His eyes looked over at the water bottle, and then back up to his sister."Could you hand me, the, the water bottle?" he asked, looking back and forth between her and the water bottle. Anna handed him the bottle. "Of course." She told him, her love for him shining through. "Just take them slowly, so you don't choke." She warned, her one hand cupping his face, while the other rested on his arm. "Then just lay down and sleep, Luke." Anna had to admit, as much as she loved the affection they shared, the way he touched her and how it made her feel, she hated seeing him tormented by his nightmare's. He was always so sensitive that way, and her parents death affected him differently then it did hers. She had cried, she had broken down, but she knew she had to be strong for them both.Now as she cared for him, a job she was taking much pleasure in, she watched as he used the water to swallow the sleeping pills. And with him taking them, she hoped that he would be able to finally sleep in peace. Luke took the water bottle into his left hand, and put a few pills into his mouth. Then he parted his lips and downed half the bottle, the pills along with it. Almost immediately he felt better, the medicine inside beginning to work its magic. His eye lids slowly drifted downward, the visage of his sister's face slowly fading into a quiet sleep."Thank, you, Anna." He thanked her once again, muttering the words as he fell asleep.Before he knew it, he was fast asleep, falling deeper and deeper into the quiet rest of his empty mind.Just as Anna began to sigh with relief, Luke's arm began to fidget. Then it began to shake. Next, the shaking began to spread around his chest and down his spine. Luke's eyes rapidly darted from one end to the other. Before long, his entire body was shaking uncontrollably. With Luke fast asleep, the only one able to control him from falling off the bed, was his sister, Anna. Anna sighed in relief as her brother laid down, thanking her and quickly falling asleep. She missed his sleeping peaceful face, and to see it now, brought great relief. But that feeling was short lived as her brother started to tremble, from his arm until his whole body was convulsing. Horror struck her, his eyes eventually rolled back, half open, his hands becoming fists, his toes curling. He would have fallen off the bed if she hadn't grabbed him, holding him as his head jerked back, slamming againest the pillow, his torso arching.She didn't know what was going on, why was this happening. She held him as best as she could, his body thumping into her as he jerked and twisted with each convulsion. And just when's he wasn't sure how things could get any worse, he started frothing at the mouth. Drool and spit collected onto Ann's shoulder. His fists opened and closed rapidly, leaving small bloody holes in his palm. His back arched and fell with each convulsion, threatening to push him and her off of the bed. Finally, his mouth opened wide and he began to choke on his own drool, gagging and coughing uncontrollably."Ughhh! Gahh!" Luke moaned and choked. Anna tried to hold him tighter, throwing one leg around his legs to keep him from moving too much, it just lead him to arch into her more then ever. The saliva gathered, running down her shoulder, soaking her night gown. And still she held him, praying for this to end. But it didn't as he opened his mouth, choking on his own saliva. She coudn't tell if he was awake again, or his body was just struggling to breath on its own. "Luke, please, don't do this." She begged, holding him tighter. Luke's convulsions began to slow in frequency. Luke began to cough harder, spewing large amount of saliva onto his poor sister's already drenched nightgown. Luke's eyes blinked repeatedly, and his eyes lowered back into their original positions. Though his body continued to shake and pulsate, the overdose was over.Luke's chest slowly rose and lowered, his breathing returning to normalcy. His once stiff and rigid fingers, had relaxed into soft sheets below them. Luke once again fell deep into sleep, now mentally and physically exhausted. As the convulsion's slowed, Anna loosened her hold, turning her brother onto his side lest he choke. She kept watching him until his body relaxed, though still trembled a bit until he was once more fast asleep. "I'm never leaving you." Anna told his now sleeping form. She didn't know why he had suddenly convulsed. She was afraid to know why, afraid of it happening again. But if it did, she would have to look after him, she knew that. After she was sure he would sleep for the rest of the night she gathered up the pill bottle, which she had dropped when Luke started convulsing.Then she thought, he had never taken sleeping pills before, and yet this happened. She didn't want to blame the pills, they were letting him sleep. But then again. If he had another nightmare, she would give him more, and if he reacted the same again. No matter what happened to him, be it convulsions or not, she would stay at his side and care for him, because she loved her brother. And feeling him againest her, giving her his affection, and receiving hers in turn, was all she wanted. Luke slept soundly throughout the night, the light breeze outside made the trees rustle and shift. Their rythmic moving acted like a soothing lullaby for the exhausted man on the bed. Throughout the night, Luke did not have a single dream. It was a dark, deep sleep. The likes of which he had never before encountered.The next morning Luke woke up in his bed. And the first thing he noticed was that his sister was sleeping at his side, slightly laying across his lap. The peculiar situation arose a fit of embarrassment and excitement inside of him. His hand nervously reached for the end of the bed and instead met a large, damp spot on the side of the bed sheets."What the hell?" luke wondered, half speaking it out loud.He shifted his hands over top of it and brought his semi wet palm up to his face and sniffed it. It smelled like sick spit that had been left on a towel. He looked away in disgust and wiped it on the dry spot on the side of the bed sheets. It was then he felt a small stinging sensation in his hand. He looked and saw several small wounds on his palm. How the heck did they get there? He looked at the window, down to the still sleeping Anna, and then to the door. It didn't look like a break in, and Anna was fast asleep on top of him."Perhaps, she uh, perhaps she scratched me in her sleep or something?" Luke thought, raising his hand in confusion.Luke then felt the low pull of his bladder as he shifted in bed. He had to pee, and he had to pee now! He tried to slip away, slowly moving her arm aside, then the other. Slowly making his way out from underneath her. Though he had tried to keep her from waking, it did not work. As Luke left the bed, Anna stirred, waking slowly. After the events during the night, Anna could not bear the thought of sleeping away from her brother, so she stayed, holding him most of the night while she slept.By the time Luke came back from the washroom, Anna was fully awake, panicking at first at her absent brother before hearing the toilet in the washroom flushing. As he entered the room she threw her self at him, hugging him and holding him as tight as she could. To see him up, and awake, after what happened, it eased her mind. If the pills gave him his sleep, and he would be fine, then she knew to use them again. "Oh god, Luke." She held him tighter, just thinking of him the night before.As she held him, her body pressed againest him, feeling every muscle he had, and for him, he could feel every curve she had. After tidying up in the bathroom, Luke walked out and was met by his sister, practically knocking him backwards like a crazed bull at high speed."Oof!" luke coughed, his wind almost knocked out of him.It was then he heard her say "Oh god, Luke". They she said it made him shiver. Did something happen last night? Did she too have a nightmare like his? Before he could ask her anything he then felt her semi damp nightgown against his shirt, and more than that, he could feel her breasts pushing into his chest."Aaaaaanna, what...what's going on?" he finally spoke, his heart beginning to pound in his chest. She could feel feel his heart pounding, she was sure he could feel hers. "You, you don't remember?" She looked up at him. "Of course you dont . . . " She moved back, and took his hand. "After, after you feel asleep, you, you had a seizure." She told him, of course she woudln't tell him how or why he had one. Not if she wanted to keep helping him sleep. "I was so scared. But, you're ok now. You're going to be ok." She hugged him again. As Anna told him what had happened, he slowly backed away. He couldn't quite believe it. He had a seizure? Why? His nightmare's couldn't possibly have brought it on...could it?"Anna, are you sure I had a seizure? Are you sure it wasn't another of my nightmares?" he asked, even though he feared he already knew the answer.When he felt her hug him again, he had a rush excitement rush through him again. His eyes widened and took in the view below him. Her nightgown had parted halfway, revealing the top half of her breasts. "It wasn't a nightmare, you actually slept before . . " She held him a few moments longer before stepping back. She took his hand. She had seen his wounds before, at night, but she hadn't realised they were so bad. "We should clean these . . . And then get some breakfast, don't you agree." She smiled, trying to give him a gentle smile, to abilivate his fears. "I'll take care of you, I will always take care of you." Luke also looked at his wounds and agreed that they needed to be tended to."Yeah, they do look bad." He agreed, twisting his hand back and forth to see the extent of the damage.It was at her word that he realized that was hungry. He rubbed his stomach as it growled in response."Heh, heh, heh, yeah, I think we should get something to eat." He happily agreed, a smirk forming in the corner of his lips.Everytime she said she will always be with him, it made him feel happy, and somewhere inside he liked it. He always did favor his sister over any of his other friends or would be girl friends. She was always there for him. Especially now. He took her hand and lead her into the bathroom so they could clean and wrap his wounds."Come on sister! Let's get going, I'm starving, I'm starving." He jokingly demanded, giving his voice a poorly acted new york accent. Anna smiled, despite everything, Luke new how to make her laugh. "Alright, ya big baby." She teased back as he lead her to the bathroom. There she took out the first aid kit and very gently, she tended to his hands. "What would you want for breakfast." She asked, knowing the disinfectnet would sting, and there fore she wanted to keep his mind on her, and off the pain. " French toast? Bacon and eggs? Cereal?" She listed some of his favorite things to eat. "Or do you want a suprise?" He laughed at her sly remark, and lead her into the bathroom. He leaned against the sink and let her tend to his wounds. She was always careful to not touch to roughly against his skin, always soft and steady. He liked that about her, it reminded him of when he would come home from an outing, and have their mother tend to a scrape on the knee. She was a lot like her, the same cute as a button like face, the long wavy locks of brunette hair, those deep brown eyes, and the same calm and gentle demeanor.Once she asked the question, his mind began to race through the possibilities. So many to choose from, but, which one would please her?"How about you surprise me today?" Luke proposed, waving his free hand in the air. "Ok. I'll suprise you." Anna laughed gently. "I know just the thing that you will like to." She gave him a small kiss on the lips. A peck, something that just felt right." Eventually she finished his hands, and looked over her handy work. "Better, much better." She nodded. "Ok, time for breakfast." She looked at her brother in the eyes. "Why don't you get ready for the day, and I'll get breakfast made for when you come to the kitchen." Luke waited for her response, expecting something like a breakfast burrito, or that strange egg, bacon, noodle casserole she made that one time. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed her moist lips into his. The shock rendered him speechless. She had never done that, in all the years they had been together. Where was this coming from? Before he knew it, she was halfway down the stairs happily humming to herself. He bounded out of the bathroom, and stuck his head out from the doorway, but, she was gone."Crap! What the fuck was that? Is she mental?" He asked himself out loud.Luke closed the door behind him and slowly sank onto the carpet. He must be dreaming, he convinced himself of that. After he pinched himself three times, however, he knew he was definitely awake. He shook his head and tried to wake himself up from his stupor."I'll just pretend that didn't happen, and I...and I will get some breakfast, and go to work as usual." He convinced himself.He took his shower and got dressed in his black suit, white button down shirt, his black suit pants, and his matching black shoes. He hurried down the stairs and was hit by the wonder smells coming from the kitchen. Anna had made pancakes, but not just ordinary pancakes, cinnamon pancakes, where she had put the seasoning in the mix, and use brown sugar instead of normal sugar. When her brother came she smiled at him. "Here." She placed his plate with three on the table, syrup, butter, and a can of whipping cream were already out. "Dig in, I'm just making mine before I eat." The pancakes was something that their mom had made once, years before, but lost the recipie. Anna had found it and was waiting for the right time to make them. Luke took one look at those pancakes and knew. Those were his mom's pancakes."How? how did you make these?" Luke exclaimed, his eyes widened with surprise.Luke stepped over to the table, and slowly sat down into his chair. He picked up his fork and knife, and waited for her to come back to the table."I'm not starting without you." He directed, raising an eyebrow. Anna smiled. "I found the recipie. Remember how Mom lost it and couldn't find it for years?" She finished making hers and dished it up before joining him. "Come on, eat up. You could run late if you don't." She smiled, picking up her own fork and knife.With that she started eating, making savour every bite, but at the same time, keeping an eye on her brother. While she seemed to be cheerful, she was still worried for him from the night before. "So, you found it eh?" he murmured, digging his fork into the egg."Okay, okay, I'll eat up. You'd think I was an hour late or something." Luke continued.As he pushed the egg into his mouth, he noticed it tasted bitter. But, he didn't want to say anything. Then he felt like the room was pulling away from him. Alarmed he dropped his fork onto the plate, and started to drink the juice in front of him. Before he knew what was happening, his body was beginning to shake again. This time, he was wide awake and aware of everything. His body shook itself off of the wooden chair and onto the ground. His limbs flinging around him wildly like a cloth doll."Anna! Call the..." He called out.But, before he could say another word the shaking began to slow down. His arched back sank back to normal. The mild seizure left him as quickly as it came. His world was shattered in mere seconds. The once healthy man was now on the ground, drooling, and his world spinning just like his reality.He tried to get up, but, his arms slipped from underneath him. The moment he dropped the fork, Anna was up like rocket, rushing to his side as he fell from his chair. "Luke!" She knew what he meant, to call 911, but she didn't dare leave him. Then just like that, he was slwoing down. "Luke . . . Luke, talk to me. She took him into her arms as he tried to get up. "Don't don't move too much. Take it easy, take it slow." She held him, rocking him. "Please." She wasn't sure what more she could say. "It's all right Anna, I'm...I'm fine now." Luke reassured her, putting on his best smile.But, inside Luke knew that he was in trouble. This seizure thing was real, and it was deadly. It could strike at any time. Even if he's crossing the road. He knew he couldn't go to work in his condition."I need to call the office. I can't go into work like this. Please get me the phone, Anna." He asked, gesturing over to the phone on the receiver. Anna nodded. She made sure Luke was sitting up, and stable, before she went and got him the phone. "After you call, you should lay down, on the couch so I can keep an eye on you." She told him with a small smile, wanting him to feel like everything would be fine. It had to be. But this seizure, she didn't know the cause, she hadn't given him anything that would warrant it. After she handed him the phone, she stayed with him, lest something happen while he was talking to his employer. After receiving the phone, Luke dialed the number for his employer and held the phone up to his ear."Hello? Can I get Stacy's office please?" Luke asked."Sure thing, I'll forward you over." The receptionist replied.A few moments later, Stacy came on the line."Yes?" She asked blankly."It's me Stacy, Luke. Listen, I think I'm going to need some time off away from work." He asked, keeping his eyes fixed on Anna's hands."Oh? and how come? Are you feeling okay?" Stacy asked, becoming concerned."No, not really. I think I might need to go to the hospital and have myself checked out." He explained, trying not to seem too concerned. Even though he was frightened."Oh my, well, sure, I think we can cover you for a few days. Make sure to get some rest and let us know how you're doing, all right?" Stacy offered."Thanks Stacy, I really appreciate it." Luke thanked her, sighing with relief."You're welcome, Luke." She replied, looking over her schedule."All right, bye" Luke finished, putting down the phone next to him."All right, Anna. I'll need you to help me up. Get me over to the couch." He asked her, trying to sit up. Anna nodded. She had frowned at the mention of the hospital, but what ever it took to make her brother better. "Ok,let's go." She helped him up, supporting him as she lead him to the couch. "Did you want to rest your head in my lap, or would you rather I sit near by." She knew there was no room for him to lay on the couch while she sat there. Personally she preferred if she stayed, and had his head in her lap. Luke lifted himself up onto his feet, held up by his sister. Together they crossed the dining room into the living room. As the couch neared, he decided he wanted to have her as close as possible."I'll lay my head in your lap, besides, I don't think you'd like it any other way. Am I right?" He replied, chuckling to himself at the last part.Luke sat down on the couch and waited for his sister to sit down, then he slowly lowered himself into her lap. Now his eyes and hers met, and the smile she had on her face was one of the happiest he had ever seen. She was enjoying this all too much, and he knew it too. He smirked and chuckled to himself."Ha, ha, ha." he chuckled, his lips curling into a smile. Anna couldn't help but smile. She loved her brother, and loved it when they were close and 'intamite' if one could call it that. "Yes, but only because you know how I worry." She teased, though it was also true. At the couch she sat and let his head fall onto her lap. "Now, try to relax, sleep if you can." She took his hand and held it in hers. "Its going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine." Luke grasped her hand into his and looked straight into her eyes."I will, I'm always comfortable with you, Anna." Luke confessed, slightly blushing.Luke closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. But, all he could think of was Anna. Her soft and warm body made him both calm and comfortable, but, also aware at how much she had grown into a woman. It had entered his mind on several occasions that his sister was indeed very beautiful, and was the center of attention at school. Boys used to come up to her and ask her out, but, then were unceremoniously turned down. She never let any of them close to her. To this day, it's still a bit of a mystery why she never went out with any of them.As his thoughts began to slow down, he relaxed in her lap. His body sinking further into her. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep. For a while they laid there together, quiet, calm, and relaxed. But, fate had other things in mind for them both.About an hour later, as Anna herself began to grow tired, Luke began to fidget as he had done last night. Then his body began to shake. His body started to rub into her, his back and shoulders into her breasts, and his lower back into her crotch. The seizure suddenly ramped up in intensity, his limbs flailing about, and his back arching and falling. Anna smiled at her brother, watching fall asleep, she felt at peace. While it was true she always turned boys down in school, it was because she always found herself comparing them to Luke, and none of them compared to her brother. He was the only male, aside from her father, she could ever be close to, and love. But she could never admit this. Her eyes eventually started to close, her body relax. She was about to fall asleep when Luke started again.It wasn't a minor seizure like at breakfast, this one was harsher. He would have fallen and hit his head if she didn't grab him first, becoming wide a wake the moment he started shaking. "No!" She moaned, why, why was this happening again? And like at night, he started frothing, his eyes rolling back. Luke's body arched higher, threatening to knock his sister out cold. She held him down, and tried to steady him. But, it was of no use. He was going into a grand mal seizure, and this time it was life threatening. His breathing and heartbeat became erratic, the saliva in his mouth gathered like a sink filled with soap suds. His eyes were rapidly darting side to side within his skull, and his fingers clenched like daggers into her thighs leaving scratch marks."Grawwww, Ugh! ugh!, Nahh!" Luke's gargled speech turned into gasps for air. "LUKE!" Anna didn't know what to do, she was afraid. She tried to hold him. The pain from his fingers in her leg didn't even register. "Stay with me Luke." She pleaded as he started gasping for air through the saliva, choking him. His neck muscles were bulging and tight, his face and lips changing color, and yet he continued to arch and thrash. There was little Anna could do, but she moved, and was able to wrap her legs around her brother, he still convulsed, but now he was thumping even harder againest her. Luke's body thrashed like a wild animal freed from its cage. His legs and arms scratching, kicking, and punching everything in reach.Then, a great deal of his saliva went down the wrong pipe and he began to choke to death. Gagging for air, choking, and nothing was getting through. His lips and the tips of his fingers began to turn a light shade of blue. It was a life or death situation, and only Anna could save him. Anna paled, the moment she realised he simply couldn't breath any more she moved from him, holding him on the couch with one hand while she reached for the phone with the other. She had to do something, anything. She tried mouth to mouth, it was awkward, and she wasn't sure it it would work, but she tried. Forcing air in, then pushing on his stomach. "Come on, Luke, you can't die on me." His whole body was still convulsing, making her have to hold him with both hands. Even if she wanted to call 911, she couldn't as long as she held him in place on the couch. Luke's body started to slow down, his convulsing sputtering and stopping, then coming back with such ferocity that it almost toppled them both on the floor. Then his body stopped all together. His chest frozen in place.Luke had stopped breathing. Anna watched, relief filled her as her brother started to relax. But when his body gave one more convulsion she held her breath, then the worst thing happened. He didn't move. "Luke?!" She started to panic, no, she couldn't loose him. Grabbing the phone she wasted no time calling 911, thankful that the phone had a speaker button. As it rang, she started mouth to mouth. "9-11 What is your emergency?" the 9-11 dispatcher asked.Luke's body gave no sign of movement, he was as still as a rock, and to poor Anna, he felt like it. "Its my brother . . . he had a seizure, now he isn't breathing. I'm trying mouth to mouth, its not working!" She cried out, on the verge of tears. She couldn't loose him, she couldn't. "Well send an ambulance to your address. Try and lay him on his side! And continue with mouth to mouth. If his heart stops beating then start chest compressions counting five times, then back to mouth to mouth. The ambulance should arrive there in a few minutes, okay?" The dispatcher explained, trying to instruct her. Anna nodded. "Yes." She followed the instructions, moving Luke onto his side, doing mouth to mouth, repeatedly checking to make sure he still had a pulse. She wouldn't stop. Anna was crying now. "Come on Luke, come on, please, breath, please." She begged between performing mouth to mouth. Luke's body continued to lay there stiff as a board, until one of her pushes of air dislodged enough saliva to allow air to flow freely once again. Luke gasped for air and coughed uncontrollably. His eyes reset to their normal positions and his body came back to life once again."Is he breathing? Do you feel a pulse?" The dispatcher asked. "Yes! Yes he's breathing again." Anna told the dispatcher. "He's breathing. Oh thank god, he's alive, he's going to be ok." She hugged her brother. "You're going to be ok." She told Luke. Luke weakly looked around the room, he didn't know what had happened, except that he felt very weak and sweaty."Ah..Anna?" He asked, looking up at her.When he saw her tears running down her cheeks, he knew he must have had another terrible attack."You...you need to call 9-11" He instructed. Anna nodded. "I"m here. I'm here." She told him, when he mentioned 911, she just nodded. "I did. They're on the way. Its going to be ok." She didn't want to tell him yet, that he stopped breathing. She didn't want the shock to affect him in any way. "Its going to be ok. You're going to be ok." She hugged him tighter. "God, I thought I lost you." She slipped. Luke held onto her and just tried to breath. But, when he heard her say she almost lost him, it hit home that he either died or almost died. Tears began to well in his eyes, and he held onto her tightly."What's happening to me, Anna?" He asked, half choking on his own words.A sudden knock on the door made him almost jump out of her arms."Ambulance is here! Please open the door." the paramedic insisted. "I don't know." Anna told him. "I don't know . . ." When the door knocked, she too jumped and relcuntantly let her brother go, and went to the door opening for the paramedics. By now the dispatcher had hung up. "In the living room. He's breathing and awake." She told the people before going back to her brothers side. The paramedics walked in and immediately began putting him on the stretcher. Attaching an oxygen mask to his face and strapping him down for safety. One of the paramedics came up to Anna and asked her:"So he's had seizures correct?" she asked, clicking her pen. Anna nodded. Nervous away as her brother was put on the stretcher. "Yes, one during breakfast, and last night, but he was just fine after them." She wouldn't have mentioned the one at night, but Luke knew, and if she didn't mention it, he would. "He's been having a hard time, after our parents died." She took her brothers hand. The paramedic wrote everything down, hurriedly scratching the pen to the paper."Has been eating anything unusual? Perhaps using a new conditioner? Maybe some new medication?" The paramedic asked her rapid fire, spewing out questions like a machine gun.As that was going on, the other paramedic put in the IV and stabilized his vitals. His one eye monitoring the heart monitor and the other his breathing. Anna shook her head. "Nothing new. I made a new pancake this morning, but its something we had as children, and I had some myself. But his first seizure last night." She wasn't about to mention the sleeping pills, especially since Luke didn't seem to remeber the pills the night before. "All right, if you would to ride along with us in the ambulance that's fine. We need to get him out of here and get him checked out okay?" The paramedic instructed her, gesturing to the ambulance.Inside Luke was beginning to come around, his eyes shifting back and forth from Anna to the paramedic beside him. It was a guy in his forties, with a bit of premature grey hair in his side burns. Anna nodded. "Yes, I would, let me, let me get my purse and shoes, and dressed please." She looked at her brother. "Its going to be ok Luke, I won't leave you. I promise." Luke lightly smiled and then he set his head back down on the stretcher. The female paramedic got into the ambulance and told her partner to wait for the sister. All the while they continued to check his vitals, and adjust the instruments. The female paramedic wrapped the blood pressure vest around his arm and started inflating it.Luke's thoughts drifted back to when he broke his arm as a child, he was brought to the hospital on a stretcher like this one. He can clearly remember his mother on the other side of him, looking down at him and telling him everything was going to be okay. Just like his sister said inside, he began to see parallels between them. He thought to himself, "She's like my mother now, or something. Does this mean I'm her son? Ha, ha, ha, this is so stupid. I shouldn't be thinking of such things, especially now." But, it was the only thing he could do to keep his mind off of the seizures, off of his current predicament. Anna was back soon enough, fully dressed with jeans and top. She grabbed her sneakers, purse and coat as she ran past and out the door. "Sorry." She climbed in next to her brother. "I'm here, Luke. I"m here Its going to be ok." She took his hand. The paramedic made room for her and then her partner closed and locked the doors."We're good!" he called out to the driver.Immediately the ambulance came to life and took off down the road at flank speed, sirens running and everything. Both paramedics took measurements of his vitals, making sure they never fell or rose above a certain threshold. Finally the female paramedic came over to Luke and put her hand on his arm."Mr. Evans? Luke?" The paramedic asked him, shaking him slightly."huh?" Luke responded, a little out of it.As she talked she signed a bright light in his eyes to test for pupil dilation."How are you feeling?" She asked, checking out his pupils."I feel a little funny." He admitted, blinking in response to her light."You do eh? How so?" She continued asking him. Clicking her light off when she finished."Yeah, I feel...dizzy." He replied, looking around lazily at all of them."Yeah? Well your sister tells me you had a seizure. Looks like it was bad one. We're taking you into the hospital okay?" She explained, measuring his cognitive response."Yeah, she told me..." he blankly replied."Luke? Luke? What day is it? Can you tell me?" She asked, looking at the monitors."Um...Monday?" he said, not quite sure of himself."Yes, and what's the color of my shirt?" she asked again, looking over at her partner."Green." He responded, closing his eyes and laying back down."Mhmm. That's right."The rest of the ride went by rather quickly, before they all knew it the ambulance was stopping at the emergency side entrance. The paramedics jumped into action and flung the doors open. They began to pull out the stretcher, tugging on the legs to come free. Anna got out with the paramedic's and watched them, waiting to follow them into the hospital. As much as she knew this was for the best, she was still wary of leaving her brother in the care of others. The paramedics took him into the hospital and they relayed the information they had to the nurse on staff. She then relayed the information the doctor who was about to look over his case. They took him into a room and set him down gently onto the white bed, several nurses began blood work, while the doctor looked over his symptoms and his vitals.One of the nurses came over to Anna and smiled."Are you his girlfriend?" she asked sweetly Anna blushed. If only she had some like Luke as a boyfriend. "No. I'm his sister." She told the nurse, looking at brother with all the love she had for him. "We are all we have." "Oh, oh I see. I'm sorry about that. It's just the way you two look together. We will make sure to look after him, so if you would like to have a seat next to him, then we can concentrate on helping your brother get better." She instructed her, gesturing to the chair beside the hospital bed."If there is anything we can do for you, don't hesitate to ask. If something happens, just press the button and we'll come running. All right?" She tried to reassure her.Behind her the doctor spoke to Luke."Hi there Mr. Evans, I'm Dr. Macnaughton. It looks like you sustained a grand mal seizure. It's the worst level a seizure can take. From what your vitals and your sister's testimony provide, we can surmise that you stopped breathing sometime during the seizure and had to be resuscitated by mouth to mouth. This is very serious! We need to take drastic measures to make sure you don't have another episode. I've instructed my nurse to give you Parasonium, it's a brand new drug that can completely nullify a seizure. That will give us enough time to figure out what happened to you, okay?" The doctor explained, stressing the seriousness of the situation with his voice.Luke nodded, with tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He kept looking at Anna every time something upsetting was said. His eyes kept saying "help me". There was something in the way the doctor spoke that Anna didn't like. She could see her brother becoming alarmed at ever word. "Doctor please. My brother is becoming stressed, is there some way you could have addressed this more, calmly." She took Luke's hand while she talked. When the doctor mentioned the new drug, she frowned. "If my brother isn't having a seizure now, what good would the drug do?" She asked. The doctor took offense to her words, and frowned in response."Your brother needs help, and if we can't stop these seizures then he could die. This drug will stop the seizures from happening long enough for us to assess the problem. Please calm down miss." The doctor explained, gesturing for her to lower her voice.Luke, kept bouncing back and forth between the doctor and Anna. Anna frowned. "I am calm sir, but as you can see, my brother isn't." She hadn't missed the tears in her brother's eyes, or the fact that he was looking to her for help. He was on the verge of panicking, she could tell. "I understand the reason for the drug, I just asked a simple question. Now, if you could please, watch what you say, and how you say it." She held her brother's hand tighter. The doctor understood, and stepped out of the room. It wasn't a few seconds later when a nurse came in with a syringe filled with a light pink liquid and some gauze."Hello there, I'm here to give you your injection. I'll try to be quick, okay?" she spoke softly to Luke."Thanks." Luke finally spoke, closing his eyes and resting against the pillow.The nurse went to work and began cleaning his arm with disinfectant, then she wrapped a rubber band like string around his arm and tied it off. Finally, she carefully inserted the needle and slowly poured the medicine into his arm. When she was done, she cleaned the wound, and put some gauze and tape on the wound."There. All done. Wasn't so hard, now was it?" The nurse said, smiling at Luke and Anna."If you need anything, just press the button, okay?" The nurse asked, nodding to Anna.Then she left without a word. Luke laid there quietly, keeping his eyes closed. Anna sighed. At least the nurse was ok, nice enough. After the woman left, she looked at her brother. "How are you feeling? Better?" She was still holding his hand, brought it to her mouth and kissed his fingers. "No matter what, I'm here for you, and I'm never leaving you. I swear it." Luke felt the warmth of her lips against his fingers. He felt a wave of relief flow through his body, and he finally relaxed."Thank you, Anna." He softly spoke to her, giving her a smile.Luke wondered if perhaps his nightmares were causing all of this, but, something inside him said different. He couldn't possibly think that the pills from last night would be effecting him now. That's impossible, right?"I know you do, and I know you'll be there for me." Luke agreed with her, smiling up at her. Anna smiled back at him. "I won't leave you, especially with that doctor. I'm staying right here, no matter what happens. If anyone tries to make me leave, you tell them I can't. Ok?" Luke smiled and then laughed to himself."Now, now, don't be making trouble for those doctors 'kay? And yes I'll tell them that you're with me, and where I go, you go." He reassured her, holding her hand with his. Anna nodded. "Where you go, I go. You and me. Family. No one can ever separate us." She bent over and kissed his head. "I love you, Luke, so much. I would die without you." Luke could feel the soft, moist skin of her lips touch his damp forehead. It made him feel even more at ease."I love you to...Ah!!!!" Luke cried.It was then they both noticed the immense swelling around the injection wound. Luke's heartbeat rose dramatically, and his body began to shake."No, no, no, no, not again!" He cried, writhing in pain.His body shook more and more, his back arching like it did before. His eyes started to roll, but, he tried to fight it."Anna!" he called out for her. Anna had been smiling at him until Luke cried out. Crying out herself she grabbed the buzzer, almost smashing it. She could see the injection site swelling. She grabbed her brother, trying to hold him as he started to shake. "Hold on Luke, damn it. What's going on." She looked at the door, where was the help. "I'm here Luke, I"m here." One of the nurses came to check up on Luke and saw him shaking."Doctor! Doctor Macnaughton! We need you in room 114 Stat!" She cried out into the hallway.A already frustrated Dr. Macnaughton came into the room and saw Luke shaking violently, then he saw the injection wound and knew."We need 10 cc's of epinephrine stat!" He ordered at the nurse.The nurse turned on a dime and ran down the hallway. He approached Luke and looked at his vital signs, then he put on rubber gloves and prepared for the injection. Not a few moments later the nurse ran inside and handed the needle to him. He immediately injected the epinephrine into the injection site and then tied it off with a rubber string."I need gauze and a new pack of IV fluid!" He ordered the nurse.Several other nurses joined him and began to take measurements, and blood pressure tests. Anna was pushed back by the doctor. By now she was crying again. "You said it would help him!" She yelled at the doctor. She felt so helpless, she had to look after Luke, she was his sister, his family she was the only one to care for him. She knew, she could only ever be the one to look after him. She should never have called 911, the hospital was only making her brother worse. "We ARE helping him. Now, please Ms. Evans, you need to calm down." The doctor tried to reassure her.The other nurses around them noticed the rising tension in the room and wondered if they should say something.Luke, on the other hand was only beginning to calm down. His body was still shaking, his pulse erratic, and his eyes rolling slightly upwards. Anna pointed at her brother. "He is still convulsing!" She cried. Something in her clicked, she needed her brother home, she needed her brother safe. She needed him, and she would never let anyone go near him again. Ever. The doctor gave her a stern look and narrowed his eyes."That's enough! I need to concentrate. Your brother needs our aid, and only WE can help him now." He tried to withhold his temper, but the vein in his temple was pulsating.One of the nurses finally spoke up."Doctor? Perhaps you should explain to her what's happening without a softer voice. It's upsetting her." She pleaded.The doctor scoffed at her, and then went back to his work."Fine." he muttered. Anna looked from the nurse to the doctor. "Well someone better, since from what I see here, is a case of malpractice." She snapped. The doctor finally lost it, and snapped."That's it, I can't concentrate with her in here. Please remove her from the room and show her into the lobby!" The doctor demanded.One of the nurses walked over to her and grabbed her arm."Come on missy, let's go." She ordered.Luke began to stir from the ordeal, moaning in pain from what was left of the allergic reaction."Anna?" he moaned. The nurse didn't have a chance to lead Anna out. As soon as she heard her brother's voice she rushed to his side, opposite the doctor. "I'm here, Luke. Its ok, I'm here. I haven't left you." She looked at the doctor. "And I won't leave you, ever." The doctor moved from his spot, ready to escort her out himself. That's when the first nurse stepped in and refused to let him near her."Dr. I think you need to sit down. You're exhausted, and frustrated, and this is not the best time to be picking fights with the patients family sir." She told him, extending her arms out to protect Anna. Anna's focus was fully on her brother. "Its going to be ok Luke. As soon as your stable, I'm taking you home." She told him quietly, so the others didn't hear. "I'm going to take care of you. I swear I will. No one is going to harm you ever again." She kissed his forehead. "Not if I can help it." The doctor wanted to take a swing at her, but when he saw the other nurses ready to punch him he withdrew."Fine, but, if the kid dies I will NOT be responsible!" He conceded, stomping off through the hallways.The nurse sighed with relief and went back to monitor Luke."I'm sorry about all of this, he's never snapped like that before. Your brother had an adverse reaction to the epinephrine, and we have successfully staved off another seizure. We cannot guarantee that he won't have another one, but, we can try to slow them down." She offered. Anna nodded. "Thank you. But I will be taking my brother home." She grabbed her purse. From where it fell. "If you could please remove the IV's, thank you." She wasn't rude, but matter of factly. "And Before I go, I would like to speak to who ever is the higher doctor to report the one who was just here." The nurse looked at the others, then she nodded in agreement."Understood, and I will tell the administrators about his behavior. I will give you their information as well before you leave." She informed her.The nurses began to unplug him from the instruments, and they took out his IV. Without a word they did as asked and left without a word. The nurse gave Anna the information and then nodded. She too left without a word. Luke sat up in bed and tried to circle himself around to meet Anna."Thank you Anna, but, I think I might still need their help." He thanked her, also voicing his concerns. Anna shook her head. "They almost killed you, Luke. You are all I got, and I'm not going to loose you. I will look after you at home." She cupped her brother's face with both hands. "No matter what I will be with you, looking after you like Mom would." "Thank you Anna, you're all I have too." he admitted, kissing her forehead gently.The nurses unplugged him and helped him up, then he walked with Anna to the front entrance of the hospital.Then, he waited for her to bring the car around and he got into the passengers seat. The ride home was quiet but peaceful. They both wee exhausted by the whole ordeal. For Luke, it was a turning point. He realized that it truly was just he and sister left in this grey world.Once they got home he decided to go up to bed. He laid down under the covers, and let Anna put away his things. Leaving the hospital, Anna had called a cab as they started to the doors. As they sat in the cab on the way home, she had her arm around Luke, keeping him close. At home she paid the cabbie while Luke headed to the door. Inside she watched as her brother headed up to bed. She put her things away and cleaned up the mess from that morning, includiding the breakfast.After everything was said and done, she headed up to her brother's room to check on him. Luke was resting in his bed with his eyes closed, trying to calm himself down. And to try to let go of stress from the day.He looked over and saw Anna over in the doorway."Hey you...what's up?" He cheekily asked her, smiling at her. Anna smiled and walked to the bed, sitting on the edge. "I wanted to check up on you." She told him, stroking his hair back from his face. "I will take care of you. So rest, alright. Just know that I am here for you." She knew that medication would help him, but only trusted herself to choose what he would take. "I'm going to step out. But you can call me if you need, I will be back as soon as I can." She told him, kissing his head. "Sounds good Anna, I'm going to get some sleep." Luke said, nodding in agreement.After she left he curled beneath he soft covers and fell fast asleep. Anna sighed, leaving her brother to sleep. Grabbing her purse and phone again. She headed out, grabbing her car, and driving to the nearest pharmacy. She didn't bother talking to the pharmacist, not at first. She asked about the medication when she couldn't find it. When shown where it was, she again like the sleeping pills, grabbed many different boxes. She had to give him something, least he have another attack. Once she had them, she paid at the till and headed home.Returning home she grabbed a water bottle and a packet of the pills. Anna headed up to her brother's room. If he was awake, she would give him the medication, if not, she would let him sleep. Luke laid there peacefully. Completely unaware of the world outside of him. In his dream he dreamed about his parents and his sister going on vacation to the beach. One of the happiest days of his youth. He was happy there, they were happy there. A smile grew across his face as he finally was relieved of all the stress and grief of the last few weeks. He was happy. Anna smiled as she saw her brother smile in his sleep. This is what she wanted, for him to be happy. She needed this, just as she needed him. Going to him she kissed his lips. "Sleep well Luke. Your sister is watching over you. I will take care of you." She Put the bottle and pills on the dresser in his room. And then sat in the chair, watching her brother, content to just watch him sleep. Luke awoke at 11am the next morning. He cracked open an eye and saw his sister sleeping soundly in the chair, her mouth hanging wide open, snoring to beat the band. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw her. He slipped out of bed and covered her in another blanket and kissed her forehead. Then he took a shower, got dressed in a black t-shirt, black boxers, and blue jeans, and went downstairs.He decided to make a western omelet with green pepper, onion, egg, chili powder, and pepper. Then he started to fry the sausages when he heard something coming down the stairs."Anna? Is that you?" He called out, looking around the corner. Anna couldn't think of when she fell asleep. She clearly had no recollection of doing so. But when she woke, she found her mouth dry, her neck and shoulders sore. And a blanket drapped over her. All of which she took in, but when she saw Luke wasn't in bed, her heart skipped a beat. "Luke?" Her voice was horse, dry as it was. Then she smelled the sausages, and she sighed. He was up, he was doing better. Cooking. Grabbing the pills and water bottle, something she sipped from to stop the dryness that was her mouth, she headed down stairs."Yes." She responded, her voice sounding better. "That smells wonderful." Anna smiled at Luke. "Here." She handed out the bottle and pills. "To help you, to prevent anything like yesterday happening again." She told him. Luke looked at the pills and then back up at her. He gave a half confused, half unsure look to her."Do you really think I need these? I mean, I feel much better, Anna." He asked, trying not to dismiss her care. "Luke, I almost lost you yesterday. Please. If something happened to you." She looked at him. "We thought you were fine after breakfast, before breakfast. We can't know for certain. Please, trust me. This is for your own good." She told her brother, holding both out to him. Luke reluctantly grabbed the pills and downed them one at a time. Then he handed her a plate and pushed some sausages and eggs on it."Fine. But, you need to eat, and so do I. I haven't eaten much since yesterday. So today is a recharge day, all right? And I've also called off today and tomorrow. I want to make sure I give myself enough time to heal and such." Luke explained, giving her a reassuring smile.He gave himself a plate and pushed the rest of the food onto it, making a rather large pile of food on his plate."Dig in!" He exclaimed, shoving an entire egg in his mouth. Anna smiled, nodding. "It is. And its a good thing you are taking today and tomorrow off. Last thing we need is for you to push yourself and get ill again." She sat and started eating. "Though, I wish you would have woken me, I don't want you to do too much, alright? Promise me?" "Fine, fine, fine, I'll wake you up. But, only after I've showered." Luke agreed, winking at her at the end.He was feeling better, and that included his libido. He was feeling flirtatious and playful today. And sense his sister was the only female in sight, he decided to play with her a little bit. She nodded. "Yes, yes. Fine." Anna smiled back, her face alight, blushing at his wink. "I'm glad you seem to be feeling well." She informed him. "I haven't seen you this up beat for a while." She reached over and took his hand. "I want to make sure you stay this way." Luke got up from his chair carrying his empty plate, and got uncomfortably close to her and stared deeply into her eyes."I want to stay this way too. So eat up so I can wash the dishes. After that we can watch TV or play a game, or we can do our own things for a while." Luke suggested, smiling as his sister blushed. Anna smiled, nodding. "I think it would be nice to watch tv, maybe put in a movie." She offered him as she finished her own plate, taking it to sink for him to wash. "Let me go and wash while you do the dishes, then I'll join you." She hugged him close. Luke returned the hug and felt how nice it was to hold onto her again. Then he smiled as she went upstairs to wash. He started washing the dishes and drying them. All the while thinking of what movie to play. He wasn't sure whether to watch a horror movie, which would get his sister scared, or perhaps one of those new superhero movies he was hoping to watch.He finished with the dishes and walked into the living room. Then, he plopped himself down on the couch and started to take in the DVD rack beside the TV. He finally pulled out House of Horrors 3 and Blackman 2, The Trickster's Return. Then he sat back down and awaited his sister's return. Anna came down soon after, wearing sweats, bare feet, and a loose t-shirt. Hair still damp she smiled as she walked into the living room. "So, what do we have today, Luke?" She joined him on the couch, leaning against him. It felt good to have him here, with her, in the home. Where nothing could harm them, and they had each other. It felt perfect, but it wasn't. Luke put his arm around the back of her neck, resting his arm on the back of the couch. He showed her both movies."Wellllll, I was thinking we could either watch House of Horrors 3 or Blackman 2. Which sounds better to you?" He asked, giving her a smug look. Anna thought for a while. "House of Horror's 3. I know, I know its bad, but we both know I'm trying to get over that, right?" Luke was slightly surprised she brought that up. Last time they watched it, she was practically sitting in his lap wrapping his arms around her face for protection. He thought for sure she would shy away from it."You want to see it? Seriously? I thought you hated the series. In fact I remember little Anna clinging to me half way through the film." Luke teased, giving her a sly smirk. Anna looked at him. "But I'm with you, right?" She told him, leaning in close. Smiling. "I have you here to make sure I won't have a nightmare." She gave his lips a small kiss. "And if its too much I will tell you and we can shut it off." She settled leaning on him agin. "So, come on." In truth, after what she saw with Luke the day before, she thought she could handle it. Luke's pupils suddenly dilated, and his posture stiffened when she kissed him. Was she returning his flirtations? Nooo, it couldn't be. She's trying to test him, at least that's what he thought. So, instead of recoiling he wrapped his arm directly around her, placing his hand on her left arm. Holding her very close, he smirks with a devilish grin."Well if you think you can handle it Anna, then Let's watch it. Just don't going to me if the movie terrifies you." Luke challenged her.Then he got up and put the movie into the DVD player. Then he sat back down and turned the TV on. Finally, he switched it to AV mode and pressed play on the remote. Anna smiled back, she never noticed his reaction. "I know." She told him. "I know, but I can' handle it." She relaxed in his hold. "I can handle it. I'm sure I can this time." She took his hand and held it to her chest, her head leaning on his shoulder. Luke felt his hand on her chest. A stray though entered his mind to grope her breast. But, he dismissed it as just one of those insane thoughts everyone gets. Then he tried to pay attention to the movie.The movie started kind of slow, introducing the characters. Apparently the house was haunted by murderous ghosts. But, nothing was happening yet. A particularly erotic scene between two lovers began to put thoughts into his mind, thus his crotch began to bulge. But, before he could celebrate the females head was turned completely backwards and Luke stopped smirking."Eh, okay. It's getting good now. Are you all right, sis?" Luke asked, looking at his sister. Anna watched the movie, it was going well. The love scene was nothing new to her, and she couldnt' help but think how much she wanted to experience that some day. But no sooner had she thought that, the woman's head was twisted. Screaming she moved by instinct into Luke's lap. "Yeah . . . Yeah . . . . " She offered, thought her voice was shaky and scared. "Ha, ha, ha, ha! Scared already? Why this is even faster then before." He tried to boast, half trying to hide his own discomfort of that scene.Luke could feel his sister's ass rubbing up against his bulge. The feeling sent a small shiver down his spine. He tried to think of something else, something to keep his mind off of it.Then, a few scenes later a witch with red eyes jumped at the main character and made Luke close his eyes. He hated witches, especially with red eyes. On instinct he wrapped his arms around his sister and held on tightly. Anna couldn't respond the boastful teasing. It was just so jarring of a reaction. When the witch appeared, she jumped again, an action that her brother would have felt againest his member. Other then that, it didn't bother her, though she knew of her brother's fear, and her arms went to his, as she leaned back into him giving him comfort, the moment the witch was gone, she let. Him know. Finally, the climax of the movie came. The dead were rising and the ghosts were moaning in dreadful discord. Luke was torn between his stiff member rubbing up against his sister's ass, and the terrifying pictures in front of him. One scene caught him off guard enough that he leaned into his sister and kissed her. Then someone screamed in the movie and he nearly leapt in the air. it toppled them both onto the floor, with his sister on top of him. The feeling of her on top of him aroused him to the point of no return, add that to the screams and his heart was racing a million miles an hour.It was then that the drugs kicked into effect, and started to cause his hand to squeeze her breasts and then let go repeatedly. Squeezing harder and harder. What was worse was the fact that he couldn't control it. Then his entire body began to shake."Oh no, not again!" he screamed, holding onto Anna. Anna was not handling the movie like she thought. Opening and closing her eyes at different points. When the climax came she turned her head just as her brother leaned forward and kissed her. An action she had never imagined him doing, but it made her heart race all the same. Though before she could react properly, someone screamed, and they found themselves on the floor, Luke underneath her, his hands on her chest.Anna blinked, it was happening all too fast. "Luke . . " She started, but couldn't go on, as she felt her brother squeezing her breast, at first she thought he was fooling around, but when he started doing it harder, she realised something was wrong. She grabbed his wrists, moving them away just as his body started to shake. "Oh god." She breathed, as her brother started to convulse. Luke arched back pushing his bulge directly into her crotch, then he settled down. Then he did it again, his fingers tightening and forming fists. The repeated arching and lowering began to arouse his dear sister, acting like dry humping they both became aroused. His member pulsated each time his body arched into his sister. Then his eyes began to roll to the back of his skull, and that's when he rapidly arched and lowered like a machine gun. The fast movement threatened to take his sister to new levels of pleasure, levels she may not have been ready for. Does she let go of him or does she hold onto him and enjoy the ride?Luke completely vanished, and in his place was a shaking machine with his sister riding it. His body losing all control. The only good thing about it, is that it wasn't a grand mal seizure. It would soon pass on its own. But, not before he jerked into her so hard that she fell off of him and he hit his head on the side of the couch leaving a small bump on the side of the head. The impact rendered him still, his body limp and moist with sweat. Anna gasped the first time Luke arched into her. She hadn't noticed until now how hard he had gotten, and so never noticed his bulge. But now she did. And thought her head told her she needed to help her brother. The feeling of him pressing against her brought forth feelings she never knew. Then he did it again, and again. A moan escaped her lips involuntary. "Luke . . . ." She needed to help him, but what she was experiencing, it was a thrill she had never known, and didn't want to give up.She almost missed his eyes rolling back, but the arching increased. She gripped onto him, partially trying to hold him still, and partially because her whole body was throbbing from the pleasure he was creating. It was getting to be too much. Then just when her head started to clear, and sense came back, he jerked one last time, catching her off guard and throwing her off. "Luke?" She scrambled to sit up and check on him. "Luke?" She saw the bump, swearing she tried to rouse him. "LUKE!" "Owww!" he moaned in pain.Luke began to stir, slowly coming out of it. His vision was blurry, but, he could see his sister still on top of him. He gulped and looked away in embarrassment."Did I do something when I blanked out?" He asked. Anna shook her head. "No, you didn't. You hit your head, is all." She lifted his upper body, so she was cradling it, his head in the crook of her elbow. "I should get you to bed . . . " She didn't know why he had the seizure, especially since the medicine she gave him. Luke loved being cradled in her arms, it felt safe and warm. It calmed him down enough that he got his bearings and helped her get him up the stairs. He laid down in the bed and then looked at her."I can undress myself if you turn around." He suggested, making the turn around circle of his index finger. She smiled at him. Helping him up and taking him up the stairs. Once they were in his room, she helped him to his bed. "Alright." She told him as he mentioned undressing himself. She turned around, after everything she was still his brother, and had never really seen him as anything but . . . .She was waiting patiently, but then she heard one sound she didn't want to hear again. Turning around she paled as her brother was convulsing again. His shirt was halfway off. Luke got his shirt halfway up when he became to shake again, another mild seizure began to appear. He sat on the edge of the bed, trying to fight it. But, all he could do was ride the wave of shakes."Anna." He called out to her. Anna went to him, and tried to get the shirt off him. "Hold on Luke." But the more he shook the harder it became, the shirt was starting to strangle him. "I have to cut it off . . ." She told him, she had to get scissors, but she didn't want to leave him. "I'll be right back." She ran to the kitchen and grabbed a pair she had there and ran back to her brothers room, he was worse now. Convulsing so much she was afraid to cut him if she tried to cut the shirt off. Luke struggled to breath as the shirt tangled its way around his neck, and every jerk only exacerbated the problem. Luke's eyes not only rolled to the back of his skull, but his eye lashes rapidly fluttered as the oxygen was being cut off to his brain."Guhhh!" he gasped, choking on his shirt. Anna paled as he was choking harder from the shirt. She tried to grab the shirt, but pulling on it was choking Luke even more. His lips had become purple, his whole body arching and thrashing as he coudln't breath. She tried again to grab the shirt and cut it. Luke's body slumped on the bed until his back was against the sheets. His hand began limp and dropped to the bed. He was as still as a rock. Luke's lips now turned purplish blue. His eyes frozen in place. He once again, stopped breathing. The moment he fell still, Anna quickly cut the shirt off her brother. She had never seen him shirtless for some time, and the site of him was quite, well he was toned. Her hand trailed across his chest as she moved the shirt away. But she didn't linger any further then that, she started mouth to mouth, pressing her fingers to his lips, forcing air into his lungs. Luke's body grew colder, and his finger tips began to turn a slight shade of blue. The air from her lungs had little effect. More air was needed to fill his large lungs. She kept breathing into. If anyone saw them, and didn't realise what she was doing, they would think she was giving him a passionate kiss. But she was trying to force of much air as she could into him. As she did this, she couldn't help but think of the sensation of his lips onto hers. Her lips pressing to his more then was required as she tried to bring him back. Enough air filled his lungs, and Luke gasped for air. His eyes sparking to life, and his fingers slowly moving again. Though everything was blurry, and his mind fuzzy with different thoughts. He could clearly make out his sister's soft and moist lips upon his own. She was still trying to breathe into him, even though he was breathing on his own. He hoped she would notice his breath inside her mouth and would pull back. But, she didn't. Instead, she reveled in kissing his lips. She didn't want to stop kissing him."Mmm!" Luke finally moaned into her mouth. After a while Anna felt her Luke react to her, coming back. But she continued to kiss him, no longer forcing air into him, but just keeping her lips onto his. She loved the feel, and moaned into his mouth before she heard him moaning back. She still didn't break until she needed air, breaking apart from him she gasped, looking at him as a sister never should. Luke's eyes widened with shock. The look on her face was passionate and charming. Her blushed cheeks were accented by her sparkling clear eyes. He knew then that his sister had more than a crush on him. And if he wasn't careful, they might go too far. He needed to own this situation and stop her from making a poor choice."Anna. Thank you for saving my life. But, do you think that next time you could maybe not kiss me afterwards? I mean, I get it that you've never done that kind of thing before. And I am kind of the only guy around. But, I think it's best if we, if we stayed as we are now. What's wrong with that right?" Luke tried to lead her to do the right thing. His voice was soft but firm. Anna blinked. If she was in her right mind she would have understood what he meant. But for her, she was just loving him. "I'm, I didn't realise at first, I was just trying to . . . I can't loose you, and I was trying my best to bring you back. I must have gotten carried away." She looked at him, cupping his face. "If I ever lost you . . . " She kissed his head. Luke tried to understand her, he didn't want her hurt. They both lost their parents, and he didn't want her to lose him either. He decided to let it slide this once."It's all right Anna, I wouldn't want to lose you either. So, I understand. I think I need to get some rest okay?" Luke happily forgave his sister, and flashed her a winning smile. Anna smiled at him as he smiled at her. "That's a good idea. Sleep, rest. I can stay if you want me too, if not, I'll just be in my room so if you need me, just call." She told him, hugging him as best as she could while he was laying down. "I will always be here, for you. No matter what." "You can sleep with me if you want, that way if something happens to me, you'll be right there." Luke offered, feeling bad about what he said. Anna smiled. "Thank you." She moved so she was on the other side of him, not wanting him to move too much. Once she was laying down she put her arm around him, holding him to her, like she was a child afraid of letting him go. Closing her eyes, she pressed her face into his back. "I love you so much Luke, I am so afraid of loosing you." "I love you to, Anna. And we are all we have left. So, for tonight we can be like when we were little kids. Sleeping together. Ha, ha, ha, ha." Luke playfully suggested, wrapping his arm around her in return.Slowly but surely he fell asleep in her arms. That night he had a wonderful dream about when the two of them were young. They both competed for who could swing the highest on the swings. The way their feet touched the skies made them both feel like they were flying together. It was a fond memory of his.The next few days went without a hitch. Luke decided to cut down on the meds for a bit, and lo' and behold, he got better. He and his sister decided to redecorate the house, painting, putting in new wallpaper, and then afterwards watching movies together. They hadn't had that much fun in years.After a week of being off, one of Luke's co-workers decided to stop by and check in on the ol' boy. Sandra walked up to the door, and knocked. She held the wrapped get well basket her co-workers had bought for Luke, as well as the card they had all filled out. Luke wasn't one to miss work, and the fact he had missed a week had everyone feeling bad for the guy. She knocked again for the door to be opened by a young woman with brown hair and eyes.Anna looked the woman up and down, she saw the basket. "Hi, what can I do for you?" She asked, being as polite as can be. The woman introduced herself from Luke's job, Sandra. The woman seemed nice, but the fact it was a woman coming to see her brother, rather then one of the male co-worker's, it rubbed her the wrong way. "Come in, I'll get Luke." She told her.Sandra sat in the living room where indicated, setting the basket down on the floor.As she did that, Anna went to the kitchen where Luke was making them supper. "Hey, one of your co-workers is here. Sandra. Looks like she brought a get well basket and card." Luke popped his head around the wall, his feet still in the kitchen."Sandra? Yeah, sure, let her in. Tell her I'm in the kitchen." Luke instructed, stepping back over to continue cooking.Luke wondered why they sent Sandra of all people, she and Luke weren't the best of friends. But, then again they did have a few flirtations. Perhaps his boss thought it would be good to try and mend the altercations between them this way. Anna nodded. "Ok." She went and let Sandra know Luke was in the kitchen, sending her his way. All the while she couldn't help but feel jealous. Sure she knew Luke worked with women, but when he was at home, she was the only one that mattered. And to have that other woman there, she felt like it was threat to her and Luke's relationship. Luke finished up in the kitchen and he heard her heels come clanking into the kitchen."Well hello there Sandra, it's been a while." He said, keeping his back to Sandra, wondering what she was going to say. "It has been." She told him. "Everyone misses you at work." She leaned againest the wall. "You seem to be doing well, will you be returning to work soon?" Luke weighed the different responses in his head. Wondering which one to use."Eh, yeah. Yeah I'll be coming back to work on Monday. I just need to finish some things here." Luke replied, fingering the spatula in his hand. Sandra smiled. "I'm glad, I'm sure the other's will be glad too when I tell them." She glanced towards the door, Anna had not joined him. "Your sister is something?" Luke took a slight offense to her statement. But, he held back his frustration with a polite smile. He finally turned around to face her. She was slightly sweaty from traveling over from work, the sweat on her neck only accentuated her cleavage. He tried to ignore it, thinking of a good response to her statement."Yes, yes she is. Quite the helper around the house. And also takes care of me. Is there anything else, Sandra?" Luke praised his sister, letting her know of how much he cared for her. Sandra smiled, it was a nice smile, though at the moment put off. "Nothing, I just came to check up on you. The boss asked for volunteer's, and I did." She smiled again. "Its nice that your sister helps you with the house. But surely, a grown man like you don't need someone to look after them." She volunteered? Luke's mind tried to grasp the situation. Why would she want to come and see me?"Well, thanks for stopping by and checking in on me. You can give the boss the good news about my full recovery." Luke thanked her, waving his hand towards the door.Then she implied that he didn't need any help, the truth was quite the opposite. It left a bad stain in his mind when he heard her say that."Actually, I have been gravely ill for a while now. If it weren't for my sister, I might not be here. I can take care of myself, yes, but only to a certain extent." Luke explained, his words becoming labored, as his frustration mounted. Sandra stood up straight again. She frowned, was he dissmissing her? After she came all this way? "Gravely ill? You look fine to me? If you were that ill, wouldn't you be in bed? Or worse?" She asked, if she really thought about it, then she would have realised something was off, but she didn't. "If you ask me, I think you depend on her too much if that's the case." "I, I had several seizures and was taken to the hospital, Sandra." Luke tried to hold back his anger, hiding it behind an ever narrowing smile."If I had been alone, Sandra, I might not be here. Or, I would have at least been lying there on the floor. I owe her my life. Now, I want to thank you for coming out here and checking in on me. But, I think it might be time to get back to the office, right? I'm sure the boss will be overjoyed to hear the good news, and you know how much she loves to hear good news." Luke tried to coerce her to the door.Luke put his around around her and pointed his body to the door. His hands waved around as he spoke, secretly venting his frustration with his hands. With that, huffing, Sandra left. He was practically pushing her out. She didn't have to volunteer, have to come. But she did, of her own free will. But with what he was doing and saying, she was too offended to say anything. So she left, yes she would tell his boss, but other then that, she didn't care.Once Sandra was gone, Anna went to Luke, wrapping her arms around him. "I didn't like her the moment she showed up." She had heard Luke, seen him holding back his anger as Sandra left. "You don't need her, or anyone else but me." Luke watched as Sandra got back into her car and drove off. He was glad she was gone. He knew she wanted to use him or at least have him for a night. She didn't really care for him. Luke wrapped his arms around his sister and smiled."I don't know what I would have done without you, Anna. Come on, let's eat before I lose my appetite all together." Luke admitted, his stomach grumbling despite his best efforts to hide it. Anna nodded. "Yes, lets eat." She was happy at Luke's words. She didn't want to loose him to anyone. "Supper smells wonderful." She added, giving him a small kiss on the lips. Luke was about to go to the table when she kissed him again. Luke just chalked it up to his sister having a crush on him. As long as he kept himself under control. They would both be fine. He feared if he one day lost control, what would happen then?Luke sat down and began to devour the meal in front of him. His stomach thanked him everytime he swallowed another mouth full of food."Mmm" he moaned. "Soo, good" He exclaimed, smiling ear to ear. Anna giggled as watched her brother enjoy his own cooking. "It is good, so much better then I could have made it." She told him. There were just some things her brother was better cooking at then her. She was good at breakfast, he was good at making dinner. "Maybe when you're done, we can watch a movie? But nothing scary this time." Luke was happy to see his sister enjoying the meal just as much as he was."Sure, have anything in mind?" he asked, remembering their last incident on the couch. She smiled. "Yep, I was thinking of . . . " the movie she mentioned a romance movie. "Its been a while since we watched anything tame." Luke smiled to himself. It was true, they usually watched horror movies, and action packed movies. They rarely ever watched romance movies. And with the tension in the house, it might be nice to see a sappy romance with a happy ending."A romance? Hmm, well we still have Pride and Prejudice on DVD to watch. And I think we also have A Step into her Heart as well. I'll leave it up to you, since you seem to love those movies anyways." He offered, placing each movie into his hands and weighing them like invisible balls. "A step into her heart." Anna told him quickly enough, smiling. "I think its perfect for tonight." She smiled wider, leaning into him. "Don't you think?" "You think so? I don't know. You and your Pride and Prejudice. You always love seeing that movie." Luke teased her, smirking with delight at her facial expressions.Luke got up from his chair and took his plates over to the sink and began to rinse them off. "Well, I've seen so much of it, I could practically quote it. I want something new. One I haven't watched as often." She got up with him, and started helping him with the dishes. "I was only teasing, Anna. I know you practically quote from it. You do so all the time." Luke replied, finishing with the dishes.Once the dishes were done, and the table wiped off, he walked into the living room and turned on the TV. Then, he turned on the DVD player and began his search for the movie."Alamo, Alcatraz, Another Fine Mess, Aha! A Step into her Heart. Found it!" He exclaimed, holding the DVD up in the air with his ass bent over and facing the doorway into the living room. Anna smile as she joined him, eyeing his behind as she walked past. She had to bit her lip, as she couldn't help but want to feel that behind againest her. But she didn't. She sat on the couch instead, waiting for her brother to put the movie in and join her on the couch. Luke put in the DVD and sat down next to his sister, leaving about two feet between them. He managed to turn the channel to AV mode and pressed the play button.The movie opened with a woman in a white dress reminiscing about how she met her husband. The scene was set in an old Victorian mansion in the 2010's.Luke kept rubbing his face, it was something he did to feel better when he had been stressed. Then he laid his left arm on the couch and sat back. Even though Luke sat far, Anna only over over, leaving her head on him as she watched the movie. She noticed him rubbing his face, and patted his leg, a bit high, but she did it to comfort him. Luke could feel her hand on his thigh, and from her expression he could tell that she knew about his stress. He smiled, and grabbed her hand into his."Thanks, Anna. It's been a rough day for sure." He admitted, thinking back to his run in with Sandra."I'm sorry if Sandra upset you, she was only doing her job. But, she didn't have to say all of those mean things to you either." Luke apologized, his eyes reflecting his worry. Anna sighed. "I know. She just doens't understand what we have." She told him, moving so she was facing him properly. "You are all that matters." She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "She doesn't matter." Anna added. "No one does, no one but you and me." Luke agreed with her, nodding his head as she spoke. Then, she leaned in and kissed him. Where was this coming from? The movie hadn't even shown a single romantic scene yet."You and I are all we have left, family wise. And I agree we have something special. But, Anna, don't you think that kissing me is, well, a bit awkward?" Luke asked her, not quite sure how to put it. Anna looked at him. "We are all we have Luke, and I love you. I have always loved you, just like you love me." She ignored his comment about the kiss being awkward. "Nothing will ever change how I feel for you." She moved, so she was straddling his lap, arms around him. Resting her head on his chest. "Your the only one who matters to me." Luke sat back into the couch as her head nestled into his chest. He could feel her sitting on his lap, his member growing on its own despite his attempts to shut it down."I love you too, Anna. But, you and I shouldn't. I mean, your my sister. I think we should stop before we go too far." Luke tried to wiggle his way out of this, delicate predicament he was in. She lifted her head. "Luke, I'm just showing you affection, as I always have, and always will." She told him before pressing her lips to his. This time it was more then a quick kiss. It was like when she had been givning him mouth to mouth. Her arms stayed around him, her body pressing into him. Luke's eyes widened as she kissed him, this was no mere peck. It was a moist, sensual kiss that a lover would give to the one they love. Luke's mind raced a million miles an hour. What was he going to do? Luke wrapped his arms around her to try and gently get her off. But instead his own body betrayed him, pulling her towards him. "What's wrong with me?" he thought to himself. His lips puckered and pressed themselves back into hers. His tongue slipping inside her mouth, exploring the open cavity."Mmmm" he moaned, his mind fighting the urge to go further. Anna moaned with him. When he brought her in, opening her mouth, she drank him in. The thrill she had felt before returning with a vengeance. She loved her brother so much, loved the affection he always gave her. How could she ask for anything more, how could she share him with others. Luke's fingers massaged her back, lowering themselves towards her ass. He squeezed her firm cheeks with his strong and capable hands, kneading the soft flesh like soft dough. Luke's will to stop was quickly draining from him, his thoughts clouded with lust for Anna. His kiss turned more and more passionate, as his will to stop slowly broke down. He pressed his lips deeper, wrapping his tongue around hers."Mmm, Anna!" He moaned, loving how soft and warm she was. Anna moaned more as she felt her brother movie his fingers down her back, taking her butt and holding it firmly. His kiss growing passionate. As he moaned out her name she returned in kind, her hands going up and moving into his thick black hair. Luke slowly lowered his sister onto the couch, kissing her the whole way down. His hands grasping her breasts and kneading them gently between his warm fingers."I want you, Anna." he finally admitted, his reason thrown out the window.He pressed his hard member into her crotch, nestling the length of it between her thighs. Anna let him move her, kissing back, let him touch her. Moaning almost every second. "I want you too." She moaned as he pressed into her. "My brother, my family, my love." She told him. When she said brother, it occurred to him that he was about to take his own sister's virginity. He slowly backed away and sank into the couch."I'm, I'm sorry Anna, but, I can't do it. It's not right for me to be doing this with you. You, you need a real boyfriend. Someone you can marry. I should have never done this, I'm sorry." Luke apologized, standing up and walking quickly to the doorway. As he backed away, Anna looked at her brother. Hurt filled her eyes. "Luke?" She didn't realise what he was trying to say. "You love me, right, just like I love you? Why can't we share that? You're all that I would ever need." She reached out for him. But he had already walked away. "Luke!" She called after him, what was so wrong, all she needed was him. Just like he needed her. Luke could hear her cries for him, the feeling of loss and pain welded up inside of him. His blood pressure rose with each step he took, as he climbed the staircase.About halfway up, a sharp pain in his head made him fall. His body falling down the stairs, shaking as it hit each step. His body was convulsing, and shaking violently. Whacking his wrist against the Bannister. Anna had not moved. She was at a loss, not knowing why her brother had said and done what he had. But when she heard the thump of him collapsing, her stomach lurched, and she ran to him. "Luke!" She cried out, paling as she saw him convulsing on the stairs. Instantly she went and tried to hold him, protect him from hurting himself further, but it was easier said then done. Luke's body wiggled and writhed in pain, this seizure was sudden and acute. His eyes rolling up inside his head, his mouth gaping open in pain."Ahhh!" he moaned in pain, his mouth filling with white foam.His back arched and twisted, rolling against his sister with wreck-less abandon. Anna tried to hold her brother. She couldn't hold him well enough, and his cries of pain tore at her heart. "Hold on Luke, please." She begged, his body arching more and more. She was afraid he broke or twisted something in the way he cried out, and how he moved. Luke's body wiggled and shook like a fish out of water. His body now covered in sweat. His hands grabbed onto anything it could, which so happened to be her breasts. His hands squeezed them hard and twisted as he shook, tugging on them, and pulling her down to him. Anna cringed as he took hold of her breasts. She didn't know why this was happening again, but what she did know, it was getting harder to hold onto him. She almost lost hold of him a few times. His mouth started to foam, causing him to make choking noises. Luke's hands let go and slapped against the wall as his body shook violently."Gahhh!" he choked, gagging on his own fluid.Luke's lips turned a light shade of blue as his oxygen began to deplete inside his lungs. Anna tried to turn him to the side, she could have turned his head, but he was shaking to much, she didn't want to hurt him further. She remembered the last time he choked, she almost lost him, and that fear took hold of her again. Especially as his choking grew worse. "No, no no no." She tried to do something, anything. Luke's body shook and smashed itself against his sister, until the seizure finally began to subside. All at once his body went limp and the froth poured out of his mouth. He coughed and spat it out one bit at a time. A small stream of blood began to pour out from his nose, dripping down onto his upper lip. Exhausted, Luke collapsed into his sister. Anna held him, until the seizure seemed to slow to a stop. When he fell limp, her heart beat like a drum, waiting for him to breath. And he did, coughing up the last of the froth. Though the blood that came from his nose started to worry her. "Luke?" She spoke his name, with worry filling her. "Luke, please, talk to me, tell me you're ok." Luke lazily looked around for his sister. His vision was blurred, but he could tell by her voice that he was holding onto her."An..Anna?" he asked, not quite sure what happened.Then he felt it as he moved, an incredible pain in his shoulder stopped him from moving."AHHH!" he screamed in pain. "I'm here." She told her brother, stroking his damp hair from his face. When he tried to move, and screamed, she stopped. "Luke?" She looked at his shoulder, under his shirt she could tell something was wrong. "Oh god, your shoulder . . . There's something wrong with it." She touched it, gently, and knew. "Its, its dislocated." She could feel it apart, from feeling how it normally should, and seeing it on shows, she could tell. But she didn't know how to fix it. "Anna! Help me up! I need to lay down! And grab me a piece of wood or something long and hard. I need to make a brace for it, AHHH!!!" He screamed, trying to lift himself up onto his feet. Anna nodded. Helping him up. "yes, of course." She felt so unsure now. "I'll look up how to fix this. I'll help you." She told him. "I know, I know you will. Just help me, Ahhh!" he screamed, reaching for the railing.Slowly, painfully they walked up the steps and he was settled into bed. Everytime he moved he screamed in pain, he hoped she could give him a splint to rest his arm on, and maybe some Tylenol for the pain. They didn't have much wood to use, but instead she found a big heavy book, it wasn't perfect, but it was the best she could do. That and the pain killers. Once she was sure he was going to be ok, she went online to find out how to set a dislocated shoulder. That night he laid there in the paid, frozen in place. After she gave him the pain medication he began to relax. He slowly, fell asleep, the exhaustion hitting him hard. All the while she stayed up looking for a way to help him. She did find away, a few videos. Each of which showed the same thing. It looked so painful, she didn't want to cause her brother pain, but it had to be done. She went to his room to tell him she found a way, but he was already asleep. Sighing, she left him. Vowing when he woke, she would fix his shoulder. Luke awoke the next morning and noticed that he still had a severe amount of pain in his shoulder. It hadn't been a nightmare, it was true. He had dislocated his shoulder. Which also meant that they both did try to fool around. Luke decided that he would aplogize for it when she came up to see him. Anna was outside the room, she didn't know how to approach her brother about the day before. She knew one thing, if he had stayed, he wouldn't have hurt himself. But when she heard him wake, she got up and headed into the room. "Luke?" She said his name, her head down. "I um, found out how to reset your solider." "Hi, Anna. Come on in." Luke replied, his forehead wrinkled from the worry.Luke waited for his sister to come in before he unloaded. She went to his side. "Luke, about yesterday. I wish you, I wish you hand'n't pulled away. If you hand't, you wound't have gotten hurt." She told him, sitting on the bed, taking his hand of his good arm. "I don't think pulling away was what did it, Anna. I think it was me, my worry for you, for us. We shouldn't have done that. And. I know that now. I swear to be a better brother, and protect you." Luke confessed, his eyes not able to look at Anna out of shame. She shook her head, lifting his face with her hand. "There is no shame but sharing our affection. For showing each other how much we love each other." She leaned in and kissed him. "I love you, always have and always will. Please, accept that." Luke felt a twinge in his shoulder and frowned from the pain. Only to have that pain washed away by her kiss."I don't know if I can, Anna. We're family, yes. But, we're brother and sister. We can't go fooling around with each other. For god's sake, Anna. What if we did fool around yesterday, and you got pregnant? What would we do?" Luke warned her, squeezing her hand. She bit her lip. "Luke, I don't want anyone but you." She told him. "You are all I have. And all I would ever need." She ran a finger through his hair. "I don't care what happens, aa long as I have you." She kissed him again, harder then before. "Please, don't leave me. DOn't stop loving me." Luke kissed her back, pressing his dry but warm lips into hers. He couldn't wrap his mind around why she wanted him, of all the men she has met. In his mind he chuckled to himself, thinking that his sister was a bit of a freak. But, then again he loved her too, even if he didn't say it. He had been thinking of her that way for a while now. But, he coughed it up to crazy perverted thoughts. The ones you occasional have ever now and again. However, this situation was all too real for him. For them both. If they did get together it would mean being the outcasts of society. It would mean they would have to move away somewhere far from their home town. It would also get them away from the sorrows of their past. It would give them both a fresh start.Luke played with a strand of her silky brown hair, twisting it around bis finger and then letting it bounce freely. He smiled as he looked into her eyes."You want me to be your boy friend?" He teased, sticking out his tongue. Boyfriend. She had never thought of that word before related to him. "Is that what we would call it? If you and I share our love?" She asked him smiling back at him. "Right?" "Uhhh, well we could call it a number of things. Lovers, boyfriend and girlfriend, siblings with benefits. But I like boyfriend and girlfriend the most. It's the easiest to say, I think." Luke supposed, hoping she would change the subject."Anyways, about my arm which you are about to sit on, heh, heh, heh." Luke said, looking down at her ass which was mere inches away from his bad arm. She smiled, loving the idea. "I like that too." She told him. "Now, lets fix your shoulder." She moved so she could do it. "it will hurt." She told him, her smile dropping. "I can get you more pain killers after." She told him. "Or before." "Definitely after, just do it, and do it quick!" Luke commanded, closing his eyes and braceing himself. Anna nodded. She bit her lip, hating to do this, to hurt him. "I'll be fast." She told him, before doing as the video showed, quickly fixing his shoulder. Luke felt a sharp stab and a twist as the dislocation was corrected."Ahhhhh!" He screamed in pain, looking away from his shoulder. She ran and got the pain killers from the bathroom and gave them to I'm when she returned. "Here, take these. It will help with the pain." She promised. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry it hurt so much." Anna told him, trying to comfort him. He took the pain killers and tried to calm down. After a few minutes of silence he started to feel better. His mind becoming foggy as the medication took effect."Thanks, Anna." Luke thanked her, trying to give her a smile. She smiled back at him."Of course." She told her brother as she kissed him again, passionately. "Mmmm!" He moaned, suprised she kissed him so quickly."I'm okay, Anna. You helped me a great deal. I think I will heal by tomorrow thanks to you." Luke pulled back enough to squeak that in. "Of course." She told him. "And you will have to stay home longer from work, until your arm and shoulder heal." She told him, kissing him again, trailing her lips to his jaw line, and down his neck. Luke nodded in agreement, until she kissed him again. Her moist, warm lips felt so good agsinst his neck. He closed his eyes softly moaned. His good arm wrapped around her, rubbing her back."Mmm, Anna, we..." he trailed off, his thoughts fogging more and more every moment. "Let me love you." She told him breaking softly before returning. She opened his shirt, and started kissing his chest, her hands trailing over his skin, she was sitting over him now as she continued. She loved him, wanted him. She needed him so much it hurt that he wouldn't share the love like she did. Luke became aroused by his sister's rather attractive change in character. Her body becoming desperate to be one with his. Luke's blood pressure soared as his eyes widened in shock. He couldn't quite believe what he was heaeing. He tried to speak to her, to stop her if he could. But, all that came out of his lips was:"Anna, mmmm! More! Make love to me"He couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth. It was almost as if his inner desires had taken over his body. Anna moaned as she kept kissing him, setting down onto him, feeling him harden againest her. An idea sparked, she undid his pants, so only there was his boxers between them. She kissed his color bone, her fingers going to his hair. Luke moaned and grasped onto her shirt, his back beginning to arch slightly as the pleasure ran through his spine. His cock grew directly beneath her, poking her repeatedly as if to tell her it was ready to go inside her. The one thing that worried him was that it was all happening so fast. His mind and heart raced like horses. Sweat began to form on his forehead and form into small droplets. Luke started to feel weird, it was something he had felt before. He tried to think or remember what it was, but, instead he moaned."Yes, Anna, Mmmm! I love you." Anna smiled back. "I love you too." She told him, kissing him back on his lips. She removed her pants and panties. So she was as close to having sex with him as possible. And did it ever feel good. She wanted him, loved him. Her kisses went to his neck again, feeling his through swallow and move under her lips. Her hands finally freeing him from his underwear, and settled onto him. He wasn't penetrating her yet. It was more like teasing, touching, arousing. As she undressed he saw her breasts and her naked body for the first time. She had changed into a woman, and had quite the figure despite his old memories from when they were younger. His heart began to beat faster and faster as she quickly undressed him. Now they were both naked. Laying against one another. He could clearly feel her hit wet pussy just above his rock hard member. It excited him so much that he began ti shake. Wait, this was no nervous shake, it was something else."Anna!" He moaned, but not from pleasure.His body shook faster and out of control. His eyes begining to raise into his skull. As he shook, his rock member shook with him. Poking, prodding her pussy, threatening to puncture through at any moment. Anna felt him start to rise, hearing him moan. At first she thought it was pleasure, but the fact that one look of his face told her it was not so, almost stopped her. But the fact that what was happening was bringing her pleasure, kept her going. She settled down, moaning as he arched into her more and more, going deeper every time he did. "Anna! Guhh!" He gurgled in his mouth as froth filled behind his teeth.His back arched further and further, pushing his cock inside her. Suddenly his hips shook with his back and pushed his cock deep inside of her, breaking her hymen. As blood poured out of her pussy his out of control body continued to pound at hef pussy, with an almost inhuman strength and speed. Anna moaned, breathing heavier as he arched more and more. When he did finally break through, it hurt, it hurt so much she cried out in pain, but the pleasure it brought was more then she had ever felt before. Oh god was it good. She held onto her brother, her legs tightening around him as he continued to arch into her, harder, faster. His gurgles lost on her, until she noticed the froth pouring from his mouth, his eyes completely back. Luke pushed deeper and wiggled inside of her as he shook. Like a giant human vibrator he brought her closer and closer to ecstasy. All the while his eyes were now completely inside his skull, froth pouring down his chin onto his chest. It made the strangest sounds as it splattered on her naked breasts. His cock throbbed from the tightening inside her vaginal wall. Anna moaned, louder, harder. She arched her back as he drove deeper. Oh god, oh god did it feel good. Bent down and kissed his neck again, feeling his throat spasm underneath as he chocked, and gurgled. "Ahhhhh gah! Ahhhhh!" He moaned from the pleasure, still gagging on the froth spewing from his mouth.Luke's cock grew slightly larger, now banging into the entrance of her womb. His arms grabbed onto her froth covered breasts and squeezed. Squeezing them really hard then letting go, then really hard again in succession. His legs kicked around bouncing her ontop of him. Down below his balls tightened, ready to release their payload.From deep inside his stomach came a torrent of yellowish orange liquid. Vomiting out of his mouth onto her breasts and all over his chest. He gagged and choked on the sticky foam as they both were brought to the edge. Anna moaned, cringing, thought not as much as before, when his hands grabbed onto her breasts. She moaned, her hands movin to his chest, feeling his heart race under his skin, his back arching in rhythm with the rest of him. Oh god, she had never known sex to be this good.Then without warning he was vomiting, choking. SHe would have felt sick from the stuff if it wasn't for the fact that he was choking, on the brink of not being able to breath, his neck straining. Though he choked and gagged on his own vomit his body continued to pound into her, if not harder than before. His flight or fight responses kicked into gear, moving his body faster and harder. His hands let go of her breasts and started flailing all around. Even still his cock was ready to burst inside of her, engorging its head as it readied to blow. Anna moaned, she felt like she was filling up, ready to burst. She moaned hard, trying to hold him, hold his arms. His lips arching into her so much, she felt like she was starting to lift up with each thrust. She vaguely noticed his neck muscles straining, his face turning color. Just as he began to turn blue his pelvis thrusted deeply into her and his cock burst cum all over inside her womb. Streams of hot, white, cream decorated every single inch of her pink flesh. The pleasure made him moan as he choked, making the strangest sound imaginable. Anna let out a cry, almost in tune with her brother realising, as it was at that moment she felt herself give, and everything she had come out at once with him. Its as then she really noticed her brother's state. She didn't remove herself from him just yet. "Luke." Luke continued to throb and spew out cum for a while longer. But, his thrusts grew weaker, and his lips more blue by the second. Until finally every drop of cum had been drained into her womb, some of it flowing down her inner thigh.Luke collapsed onto the bed, his breathing shallow and slow. He coughed and gagged on the vomit, until the last of it drained onto his cheek. As soon as he still, Anna was off of him. She moved him onto his side, afraid of him choking to the point he stopped breathing again. "Luke?" She begged. "Luke,s tay with me." She was naked, covered in cum, saliva and vomit. But she didn't care, all she cared about was her brother. Luke coughed out the saliva and vomit. Her action saving his life. After a minute or so his lips regained their original color. And his eyes were back to normal. He opened his eyes and looked around. Though it was blurry he could make out his naked sister near him."Anna?" He asked weakily. "I"m here." She told him. "I'm here, Its going to be ok." She stroked his now damp hair back from his face. "I'm here love." She moved so she could put her brother's head in her lap. "I"m not leaving you." Luke felt so wet, and somewhat cold. But her damp and warm lap felt great.Then the smell finally registered."Anna? What's that smell? What happened? Yuck!" Luke gagged, putting his sweat and vomit covered hand over his mouth."What the fuck?" He freaked out, wiping the stuff off of his mouth. "You, you had an attack, you vomited, if I hadn't, if I hadn't turned you on your side . . ." She didn't have to finish, her face said it all. "But its ok now. You and I are ok, we will be ok." She sighed. "Rest, then we can go and get cleaned up." "Not again? At least it saved us from going to far. Oh god, I got to get this off of me." Luke gagged, looking over at the bathroom. Anna blushed. She knew what he meant about going to far, but the truth was the opposite. "Yes, lets get cleaned up." She smiled, helping him sit up, and standing herself. with everything they had on their bodies, the cum and blood was something she didn't notice, but he would see. As she helped him up he did feel very weak. He knew he had another attack, a bad one at that. But, something else he noticed was that they both were covered in white goo and blood of all things."Anna? Why are we covered in blood? Did something happen to me?" He asked, half not wanting to know the answer. Anna looked at him confused, looking down. Realization hit her as she remembered the pain. "That, that musth have been from." She went red. "Lets go to wash up." She went to help him, she didn't want to say it, not that she didn't want to, but she didn't want her brother to hate her, to reject her. Luke could see it in her eyes, she knew what happened, and was embarassed by it. As his mind reeled, trying to figure out what happened, he joined her in the bathroom. She turned on the shower, which was actually big enough for them both. She saw the realization on his face. "I don't regret it, I just don't want you to regret, to push me away." She said after all. "I love you, and what we did . . . " She turned to him and hugged him, close. "I love you, so much.' As she blurted that out and hugged him, the smell of his own brand of cum hit his nose. He couldn't believe it. No. It can't be true."A,a,a,a,anna? Did we have...sex? " he asked, gulping loudly into his throat.He grabbed onto her and put his hands on her cheeks. He forced her to look at him. She looked at him as he made her do so. Anna didn't want to say it, she didn't think she had to. But now, with him making her looks at him. "yes." Her voice was quiet. "Please don't reject me. I have only you, and you have only me. We don't need anyone else, remember. I will never leave you, I will always take care of you." Luke just stood there in shock. Standing there in a stupor he could think about two things. One, he didn't remember anything about his first time, dammit! Second, he was afraid she might get pregnant."Get in the shower, I want to talk with you." He ordered, pointing at the door to the shower. Anna stepped into the shower. She was telling the truth about not regretting it. But the tone, and look on his face. She couldn't loose him, not now. "Luke . . . " Luke got in the shower and closed the door behind them. After rinsing the vomit from his mouth and hers, he kissed her, practically knocking her off her feet."That's for not including me in the action. Dammit." He told her, giving her a devilish grin.He then grabbed her ass from behind and sucked the wet soft flesh on the sidd of hef neck."And THAT! Is for doing something so reckless, and stupid, and crazy without me!!" Luke exclaimed, almost laughing at his own words."Next time you get any funny ideas about doing something so reckless, please include me okay? But, let's not take anymore chances for a while. We're to stick to a non vaginal relationship. No little Anna's or Luke's running around for a while, okay?" Luke explained, an immense feeling of relief lifting off his shoulders. Anna didn't know what Luke was going to do, but then he kissed her, Oh god how he kissed her. She would have melted had he not pulled her alway. His smile, it said everything. Then his lips here on her neck, his hand on her behind. As he laughed she started to laugh with him. Laugh and cry. "Yes, yes, next time I won't." She hugged him as he continued. "And yes, carefull, we will be careful. I'm sorry, with the heat of the moment, and your seizure thrusting you into me . . . " She just held him, unsure how to finish. "The seizures do bother me, and we need to get this figured out. And I don't want to know what happened. I think I can put two and two together. I just hope you're all right. Did I hurt you?" Luke explained, looking her over.As he did so, he grabbed the bar of soap and began to wash his and her bodies. She shook her head. "You didn't hurt me." Anna told him. "You could never hurt me." She gave him a small smile and kissed him before she leg him start to wash her off. Under his touch, and with his words, she felt herself feel fresh, and new. She a sponge, and started to wash him as he washed her, kissing him every now and then in stops she washed. Luke washed himself with the sponge, occasionally rubbing the sponge on her. He was blushing while he did so, on the account that he didn't remember what happened in the bed. Luke tried to wash her arm only to have his own throb in pain. The dislocation was still causing him issues."Ow, damn shoulder." he said, nursing his shoulder with the sponge. She took the sponge from him. "Here, let me take over." She started washing him. "Then we go to bed, so you can rest. You shouldn't use your arm as much for a while. I will do everything, and you stay in bed." "Are you sure?" he questioned her, feeling bad that she is doing all the work for him."I can wash myself, I'll just go slowly." he offered, giving her a smile. She shook her head. "I always promised to look after you. Right, so I will clean you." She started moving down, washing everywhere, kissing him occasionally. "I will always love and look after you." Luke's eyes widened with surprise everytime she kissed him. He couldn't help but be a bit aroused from having his cute sister washing his naked body. Before he knew it, his member was rock hard again. He hoped she wouldn't notice, so he could get to bed."Thank you, Anna." He finally thanked her, managing to let slip out between kisses.In return for her kindness he gently rubbed her shoulders, neck, and back, giving her a bit of a massage. He also sweetly kissed her back, matching her pressure and tenderness. She moaned softly as he kissed her back. She had noticed him get hard, but she also knew that hit would hurt his shoulder more if she indulged. Sighing in content, she smiled. "Luke, you always know the best thing to make me happy." She leaned into him. "I love it when you show me such affection." "And I love it when you take care of me and protect me like you do. And I don't mind the kisses or hugs either." Luke admitted, givingher a sly smirk. She smiled, turning around in his arms. "I'm glad." She kissed him hard on the lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as the water poured down on them. "You don't know how much I want you right now, but I want to wait, until your shoulder heals." Luke wrapped his arms around her, feeling her wet, soft breasts press into his chest. He kissed passionately into her lips, parting them slightly to invade with his raspy, wet tongue."I can see that you want me, but, I think you're right. It's time for us to stop before we become prunes." Luke laughed, closing his eyes and leaning in for another kiss. Anna moaned softly into his lips. "Yes." She replied, reaching to turn off the water. "Come Luke, let me dry you off before we go back to bed." She pulled away, grabbing a towel. "We could rest together." Luke couldn't help but think this was the perfect beginning to one of those cheesy porn videos he used to watch. He chuckled to himself before coming out and letting her wrap him up in the towel."Well, since we apparently did it already. I don't see why not. Just no waking me up in the middle of the night for some hanky panky, okay?" he teased, squeezing her breasts quickly like you would a bicycle horn. Anna shook her head. "I won't, just some kissing. I promise." She kissed him again as she dried him, his hair too. Then she dried herself off before letting the towel fall. She looked forward laying beside him, againest him, in the bed, naked. Luke followed her into the bedroom only to spank her naked ass as it wiggled suggestively in front of him."I think maybe I should have walked in first." he teased, looking through his drawer for clothes."You do know your dresser is in your room right?" He asked, wondering why she was standing there naked. Anna giggled as she felt her brother pat her behind. "Patience brother dearest." She told him as she looked at him over her shoulder. When he mentioned her dress she laughed. "Oh, really? Well, I'll get it later. We are going to rest together first, right?" She went to the bed, getting under the covers. "Oh what the hell." he said, jumping into bed and crawling beneath the covers.He decided to play a game of tug of war for the blanket until it was puled from him and wrapped around her."Hey! That's my blanket!" He teased, wrestling it back from her. "Oh, what will you give me for it." Anna teased as her brother tried to get his blanket back. "What are you willing to give me." She leaned in, almost kissing him. Luke called her up on her bluff and leaned close, is lips an inch away from his."Whatever you want, just give me the blanket, baby" Luke answered, in a low sexy voice. Anna shuddered. "Oh Luke." She gave in, wrapping her arms around him, kissing him on the lips. He was hers, and she was his. As long as she kept him healthy, and safe, then all would be right with the world. Though she knew, in the back of her mind, that he could always have another seizure. She would do as much as she could to prevent them. Luke kissed her back, running his hands down her naked back all the way down to her bare ass. He squeezed them firmly, leaving pink finger marks afterwards. Though his mind was racing with perverted thoughts he could tell his body needed rest."Okay sis, listen, how about we stop playing now and get some well deserved sleep. Then in the morning we can...have some fun. What do you say?" Luke proposed, giving her a teasing smirk in the corner of his mouth. Anna smiled. "I liked he sound of that." She moved in closer to him, pressing her body to his. She had loved how he had touched her, it was comforting, like when their mother used to rub her back, or caress her. "Hold me while we sleep? Ok?" She asked, wanting him to love her in the only way he could at the moment. Luke held her close to him, resting her head under his chin and surrounding her with his strong warm arms. Their legs intertwined beneath the covers bringing their sexes closer together. Luke closed his eyes and muttered softly."I Love you Anna, good night." Anna smiled, her heart swelling as she knew his words were more then being from a brother. They were were from a lover. Closing her eyes. "I love you to my Luke." She snuggled into his warmth, her hands feeling his chest and heart beat. "I love you in so many ways." That night they slept soundly as if out some romantic dream. The next morning Luke awoke to find his sister out cold, drool dripping onto both of their chests. He tried to fight back a chuckle and managed to slip out from underneath her gorilla like hold. Before he left the bed he planted a warm kiss on her forehead and tucked her into bed.The rest of the day went by without a hitch, it seemed that after they had sex the previous evening everything got better. It always got better when they accepted each other's love. He was still trying to grasp that they were now lovers. It was hard for him most of all since in his mind he was still a virgin. Though the evidence said otherwise.Luke got dressed in his lucky blue jeans, green boxer shorts, and a matching t-shirt. He made breakfast for both of them and conveniently forgot to take his pills. Anna reminded him after lunch that he needed to take his anti seizure pills and he did. After the action movie, and some kissing, Luke headed up to bed and hoped she would soon follow for some fun.But as he reached half way up when his body began to shake once again, his arms turning into jelly."Anna! It's happening again!" he screamed, trying to fall to stairs but instead fell backwards and tumbled down the stairs towards her. Anna had turned off the lights, aiming to join her brother in going to bed for more love making. The day so far had been perfect, so much so, Anna didn't comprehend what Luke screamed, until she saw him, and ran forward as he fell back into her, barely able to catch him. "Luke!" She helped ease him down, and away from the stairs. The stairs, this was the second time he had a fit while on them. Luke tried to suppress it, twitching and shaking about as he looked up at Anna."Anna! I am suh!" He screamed, not able to say anymore.Luke buried his head into her chest, hoping to craddle himself into her. Anna felt tears in her eyes, she hated this, seeing him so helpless, as if he was in pain. She held him too her as he shook. "I know." She told him, knowing he had tried to say sorry. "I know . . ." She held him as he buried his head into her chest, the best he could while he shook.As she held him she realised she couldn't let him be on the stairs alone, if at all. She wasn't sure if she could come running everytime, and what if next time she couldn't catch him . . . Falling down stairs, it was one of the ways people have hurt themselves the most at home, right? Luke managed to get ahold of himself rather quickly, but the pain in his back was severe."Owwww!" He cried, rubbing his back. Anna sighed in relief as the seizure ended. "You're, not allowed on the stairs anymore." She told him, her hand moving to rub his back as well. "Not unless I'm there, and even then I'm not sure you should. This is the second time . . . And again you hurt yourself." She bit her lip. "But for now, lets get you to bed, and take your pills." Anna told him, almost like a mother would. Luke wanted to fire back a response in his defense, but he knew this was the second time. He seems to be having chronic seizures. He began to realize that he might not be able to ever go back to work again. Or at the very least, he will have to work from home with a company approved lap top.Luke got himself up with Anna's help and walked up the stairs, wincing everytime they hit a wall or something solid.Luke slowly lowered himself into bed and tried not to move."Thank you, Anna. I wouldn't know what to do without you." He thanked her, flashing her a big smile. Anna helped Luke up the stairs, supporting him, trying not to let him get hurt any further then he was. "Don't you dare think about not having me." She teased, smileing back, though her eyes showed how worried she still was. "I'll be right back." She left and within minutes she was back with his pills and a bottle of water. "Now, I know you missed a dose, so this should make up for it, and keep another one from happening, I hope. Then, we can cuddle again." Luke smiled at her tease and then when she came back he grabbed the pills and water and downed them all in one go. Then he sat back and closed his eyes trying to relax."What would you say If I decided to work from home?" he shot that out at her, curious to her response. "As long as you stay up here, and not going up and down the stairs." She told him, thinking about the idea. "And you don't push yourself. I don't see why you can't. Heck, we could have a table for your bed, or bring table and desk into the room." She offered. "Or if I move in with you, we could make my room an office, its right beside, if you need a rest." Luke thought on her offer, and weighed the decision in his head. What would make the most sense."How about you move in with me, and we turn your room into my office? And of course sense I can't go up and down stairs you can either cook for me or we order in." Luke teased her, sticking out his tongue. He felt like a little kid bribing his sister into doing something for him. Anna smiled, leaning in closer, almost straddling him. "You know I would do anything for you." She kissed him, so his tounge was in her mouth. It was easy to do, they had a table and chair she could easily take to her room, move her dresser and bed so there was more room. Thankfully she had her closet built into the wall, like Luke did. Luke kissed her sweetly, happy she was moving in with him. This meant that they really were a couple. She was no longer his sister, but in fact his lover. And with her cooking his meals, caring for him, and hopefully taking care of his sexual needs. He'll live like a king. He kept asking himself in his mind over and over again. Why didn't they do this earlier."Anna? why don't you get your clothes and get washed up for the night. I think I'm done for the evening." He suggested, stroking her cheek with his hand. Anna smiled back, leaning into his hand. "Ok, I'll get my nightgown, wait for me, ok? I prefer when you hold me as we both fall asleep." She kissed him again before she went off to wash up, before returning to him wearing only her summer night gown. "Sure thing Anna." he agreed, kissing her back.He flashed her a smile when she came in wearing her nightgown. He could definitely get used to this. He opened his arms out wide as if to catch her."Come on in honey, the bed is nice and warm for you." He said, giving her a wink. Anna smiled as she went to his open arms, straddling him as she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him tightly on the mouth. "Its because you make it warm my dear." She told him after and kissed him again. "Make love to me." Luke gets really excited, wrapping his arms around her back, his member growing between her thighs.Just as his tongue goes inside her mouth it twitches to side and whacks itself into her inner cheek, then it twitches again and whacks the other side. Before long he feels himself slipping again. His back arching and falling as a larger seizure takes hold."MMMMM!" He moans into her mouth, trying to scream. Anna smiled as she felt him become hard for her, his arms embracing her. Kissing back she moaned. but then she felt his touring whack from one side to the other. At first she thought it was just him, but then he arched, and started convulsing. She realised what was happening. He screamed, almost moaning. She tried to hold him as he kept convulsing, arching. She could feel his hands clawing at her back as they tightened. She could feel his heart beat against her chest. Luke suddenly bit his tongue, blood pouring into Anna's mouth and over his tongue. As she backed away in surprise he shook violently, his arms flailing around like a 2 year old with a temper tantrum. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull and his back arched and fell faster, pushing his member into her like before."GAHHH!" He screamed, not able to make any sense. The moment she moved her head back, she spat out the blood, disgusted. But the disgust didnt' last long as she heard him scream, his throat gurgleing as there was still blood in his throat, and it wasn't getting any less, creating the risk of him choking.And with all this, he kept arching and falling, his member creating pleasure again, though she tried to focus on helping him survive the seizure, especially since he started frothing both saliva and blood. As Luke continued to shake and gag it created both immense pleasure and fear inside of Anna. Conflicted between giving into the pleasure of his rock hard member or trying to help him breath. Luke coughed up and drooled saliva and blood all over himself. His body fighting to survive. He dug his fingers into her flesh leaving scratches into her back. Anna cringed as he dug his fingers into her. And yet she held onto him, afraid that if she let him lay back he would choke. Still he arched, covulsing even more as he started choking anyway. After a while his arms fell loose, and waved around, making it harder for her to hold him to the point she accidentally dropped him so he was flat on his back, making him arch higher, going into her further. Luke's body lifted off the bed and slammed his rock hard member into her panties over and over again. Pushing the soft cotton inside her wet pink hole. Meanwhile, the blood was slowly falling down his chin and onto his t-shirt. The red blood stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the bright green fabric around it. Luke gagged again as another small amount of blood and saliva fell to the back of his mouth and went down the wrong pipe. He coughed hard and started to slap his neck with his hangs as if to stop the choking. Anna paled, his neck was straining as he was struggling to breath, his lips were starting to turn color. She tried to turn his head to let the blood run out, but he arched too much, his head and neck arching, bulging. Her hand went to his chest, to try and hold him, but under her hand she could feel his heart was drumming, beating so hard and fast she was surprised it hadn't burst yet. Luke's arches slowed down dramatically the instant a large amount of blood and saliva went down his throat. He was drowning in his own fluids. Soon he stopped moving altogether. His eyes losing their shine, and his body motionless. Anna could feel his heart had stopped completely, unable to take the strain any longer. "Luke?" She started to panic. "Luke!?" She tried shaking him, to rouse him. "Please, Luke!" She paled as nothing happened. It took her a few moments to try and figure out what to do, but then she remember cpr, and started doing compressions while she remained ontop of him. "Please Luke." His body lay motionless, his lips bluer by the moment. Time was running thin for poor Luke. It was up to his sister to save his life. Anna paled the longer it seemed for anything to happen. She kept doing compressions, only stopping to try mouth to mouth. She couldn't loose him, not now, just when they have embraced their love. "Come on, please, please." She kept trying.

My Sister's Dark Secret by GreenMoonKing & EvieFrye

Arena Tournament, Round 69_ Lil' Smasher & Quork vs. Arie Na & Kup Everyoung

Arena Tournament, Round 69: Lil' Smasher & Quork vs. Arie Na & Kup EveryoungMap:Spoiler Hide The Arena walls for this map are 30 ft high, with a Climb DC of 30. XP Award:300 XP to each non-DQd member of winning teamGP Award:300 GP to each non-DQd member of winning team Lil' Smasher- TanaricQuork- SalleraArie Na- LubirioKup Everyoung- BlackGodofHeatAll Combatants, please roll initiative and declare any starting combatants.Prior to the match start you may privately plan by spoiler or PM with your partner, but after the start any communications will need to be done in character inside the arena as rules allow. Initiative - (1d20-4)[15]No purchases.BlackGodofHeat:Spoiler Hide I think if you are first in init order again, you should make a 5ft step in front of me, preventing the insta-kill from last match. Also, both of them are Elan clerics, () so with ranged and cunning we should be able to take them out. I suggest you try to stay out of range from their spells whilst shooting at them, drawing most of their attention. I'll take care of the rest. Init:(1d20-3)[10]Purchasing two more scrolls of Light of Lunia, reserving right for reactive etc.Tanaric:Spoiler Hide Alright, well, there's a decent chance Arie will fall to one Light, and the only ranged spells he has are cantrips, so he'll probably try to get close for the Color Spray. I think I might pull out the scroll of Hold Person for Kup. Initiative:(1d20+5)[10]Today Kup has manifested nature's might with Aspect of the Hunter, like last match. This provised a +2 bonus on listen, move silently, spot, hide, and initiative, this bonus is included in the initiative above. No purchases.Lubirio:Spoiler Hide Sounds like a plan, but what exactly will you do, you have no combat spells except colour spray, which is only at close range, you make me curious. (1d20+7)[22]Purchase list coming soonish.Purchasing a Scroll of Light of Lunia. Don;t mind me, just discussing tactics.BlackGodofHeat:Spoiler Hide I have my tridents, won't so much, but don't underestimate them. plus I have mage armor to be able to get close, I can cast that on you as well, as you used your potion last game. I buy a Greataxe for 20gp.Lubirio:Spoiler Hide So on your first turn you cast mage armor on me, then dive for the river? If that's the case I''ll go for a tree to get my AC higher still and shoot them from there, making myself the most obvious target. If they get close I'll activate rage and attack them with my newly bought Greataxe. during this whole time you can do your ghost sound to make it look like you appear behind a tree or something, then appear somewhere else (or not at all) and either attack them with color spray or your tridents. Is that what you had in mind? I can't help but notice me jumping on front of you is no longer needed, as you go before me. you can go on ahead Tanaric, we'll finish this with you guys listening. Smasher, round 1Starting in Y-10, mace and shield at the ready.Free action: Whisper to Quork:Spoiler Hide I'm sticking with you this time, just not close enough for both of us to be color sprayed if something goes wrong. I'll cast Blessed Aim first, and we'll take it from there. Standard: Cast a spellSpellcraft DC 16 to identify:Spoiler Hide Blessed Aim then move to W-17.Done.Stats:Spoiler Hide AC 19/13/16 HP 9/9 Position: W-17 Spells: Virtue, Resistance, Cure Minor Wounds, True Strike, Light of Lunia, Blessed Aim Kup starts in B10. Spellcraft - (1d20+6)[12]Arie Na - Round 1I start in B11, next to Kup in B10.Standard: Cast a spell.(Spellcraft DC 16:)Spoiler Hide Mage Armor Free: Whisper to Kup:Spoiler Hide "Shout out their location every turn. And I meant spears, not tridents." Move: Move to D11, into the water, and out of sight into full depth (10ft).Spoiler Hide Finish Movement in F10 10ft down. Hide and Move Silently are not needed because of the water. Spot - (1d20+5)[9] Listen - (1d20+4)[7] Done, stats:Spoiler Hide Arie Na Male CN Aquatic Human Sorcerer, Level 1, Init -4, HP 5/5, Speed 30ft (Swim 30ft) AC 14, Touch 12, Flat-footed 12, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +4, Base Attack Bonus 0 double damage against charging character, can be thrown Shortspear (8) +2 (-3 melee) (1d6+2 (1d6-1 melee), x2) (+2 Dex, +2 Natural) Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16 Condition Swimming Senses Spot: +5 Listen: +4 Location F10, 10ft deep in river Spells cast 0th level: 0/5 1st level: 1/4 Spellcraft:(1d20+2)[3] I'm up, because of the higher modifier for init.Kup Everyoung:Start in B10, bellow "SMASHER IN W17, QUORK IN Y11!!" (or wherever he starts) as a free action, shoot Quork as a standard action, then move to B15.Rolls:Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+4)[23] (against touch, doesn't include range penalty) Damage: (1d8)[8] If crit: Confirm: (1d20+4)[24] (against touch, doesn't include range penalty) Extra Damage: (2d8)[5] Stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 14/14[/roll] AC: 19, FF: 16, T: 15 (+3 Dex, +4 Mage Armour, +2 Tree) MA duration (neglible): round 1 of 60 Rage 1/day I presume you mean against FF rather than touch, not that it matters. Max damage roll is painful.Quork, Round 1Starting in Y11.Free: Spurt blood anticlimactically.Stabilize on 10:(1d10)[8]Stats:Spoiler Hide HP -2/7, AC17 (13, 14) PP: 2/2 TU: 11/11 Psionically focused Active effects: Hatred 8 rounds, Shield of Faith 9 rounds, Light of Lunia 98 rounds Spells: 0th Virtue Guidance Inflict Minor Wounds 1st Doom Light of Lunia Shield of Faith Done. I'll assume Kup keeps conveying info on what happens as it happens, so I'll be properly informed.and almost a crit too.Arie Na - Round 2Spoiler Hide "Run" to L4 Done, stats:Spoiler Hide Arie Na Male CN Aquatic Human Sorcerer, Level 1, Init -4, HP 5/5, Speed 30ft (Swim 30ft) AC 14, Touch 12, Flat-footed 12, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +4, Base Attack Bonus 0 double damage against charging character, can be thrown Shortspear (8) +2 (-3 melee) (1d6-1), x2) (+2 Dex, +2 Natural) Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16 Condition Swimming Senses Spot: +5 Listen: +4 Location L4, 10ft deep in river Spells cast 0th level: 0/5 1st level: 1/4 Those were some damn good rolls!My intent was indeed to say it was for FF rather than touch, and almost doesn't count.and you can count he does:"QUORK DOWN!!" You just skipped my turn? My bad, I did.You can go and then I'll see if it changes anythingin my turn, okay? Smasher, round 2Move to Z-11.Free action to drop morningstar.Move action to withdraw a scroll from Quork's person.Quork, refs:Spoiler Hide Scroll of Hold Person. Whisper to Quork:Spoiler Hide I'm sorry, but the only healing I have is Cure Minor. It's not enough to bring you up to disabled or higher, and I can't spontaneously cast Cure. I'll try to give 'em hell for you. Done.Stats:Spoiler Hide AC 19/13/16 HP 9/9 Position: W-17 Buffs/rounds: Blessed Aim 2/10 Spells: Virtue, Resistance, Cure Minor Wounds, True Strike, Light of Lunia, Blessed Aim My turn stands, go ahead BlackGodofHeat (we really need to find a good nickname for you...) Um... something resembling my name, preferably not a contraption of it.Kup Everyoung R2:Move to I10 and ready an action:Spoiler Hide Shoot Smasher if he takes any actions other than a 5ft step. Done.Stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 14/14 AC: 19, FF: 16, T: 15 (+3 Dex, +4 Mage Armour, +2 Tree) Rage: 1 left, not active Smasher, round 3Swap scroll to shield hand, move action to pick up morningstar, move action to move somewhere out of your LoS. You lose sight of Smasher as he leaves V-7.Spoiler Hide Finish movement to T-7. Done.Stats:Spoiler Hide AC 19/13/16 HP 9/9 Position: T-7 Buffs/rounds: Blessed Aim 2/10 Spells: Virtue, Resistance, Cure Minor Wounds, True Strike, Light of Lunia, Blessed Aim [/spoiler] Swapping the scroll triggers my readied action. (condition: does anything besides a 5ft step.)Kup Everyoung R3:Shoot Smasker as my readied action, then move to R11, jumping the bridge from L12 to O12, with a running start, auto-succeed on the jump check. (total movement 45ft)Rolls:Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+4)[6] Damage: (1d8)[8] If crit: Confirm: (1d20+4)[5] Extra Damage: (2d8)[15] This all happens before you even swap scrolls.The Init order now is: Kup -> Smasher -> Arie, with my turn done.Stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 14/14 AC: 19, FF: 16, T: 15 (+3 Dex, +4 Mage Armour, +2 Tree) Rage: 1 left, not active Wrong. You take your readied action, then I continue my turn. You act immediately before my initiative count from now on.So your readied action was the shot, I presume?I fail at reading. Your shot misses, and I choose to revise my turn from the point that your action triggers. Revision coming shortly. *tries to stabilize*(1d10)[2] Smasher, round 3, revisedAfter swapping the scroll, Smasher picks up his morningstar and moves to W-17.Done.Stats:Spoiler Hide AC 19/13/16 HP 9/9 Position: W-17 Buffs/rounds: Blessed Aim 3/10 Spells: Virtue, Resistance, Cure Minor Wounds, True Strike, Light of Lunia, Blessed Aim Hm... never really read the Ready action part before, says some interesting stuff...Arie Na - Round 3Spoiler Hide "Run" to L13, straight down. Done, stats:Spoiler Hide Arie Na Male CN Aquatic Human Sorcerer, Level 1, Init -4, HP 5/5, Speed 30ft (Swim 30ft) AC 14, Touch 12, Flat-footed 12, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +4, Base Attack Bonus 0 double damage against charging character, can be thrown Shortspear (8) +2 (-3 melee) (1d6-1, x2) (+2 Dex, +2 Natural) Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16 Condition Swimming Senses Spot: +5 Listen: +4 Location L13, 10ft deep in river Spells cast 0th level: 0/5 1st level: 1/4 Don't mind me, just enjoying a little swim... I should be able to see you if you're anywhere in the river from J to W squares, by the way. If you are, tell me the square please.Edit: With some exceptions, assuming you're at the bottom. I believe he said he was when he first went into the water...anyway, my turn:Kup Everyoung R3:Drop bow in R11, move to Y6, drawing greataxe as part of the move, and activate Rage.stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 14/14 AC: 19, FF: 16, T: 15 (+3 Dex, +4 Mage Armour, +2 Tree) Rage: 1 left, not active And since I now act before you in initiative order:Kup Everyoung R4:Charge and try to Bull-rush puny lil' smasher.Pushing you as far as you'll go.Rolls:Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+7)[21] Damage: (1d12+7)[16] Strength: (1d20+7)[21] If crit: Confirm: (1d20+7)[13] Extra Damage: (1d12+7)[12] Damage: (2d12+14)[31] stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 16/16 AC: 13, FF: 10, T: 9 (+3 Dex, +4 Mage Armour, -2 Charge, -2 Rage) Rage: 8 rounds left Initiative doesn't work like that. You move your place in the order immediately, not at the beginning of the next round. No free turns for you. The initiative order is thus, as of the moment your readied action triggered: Kup -> Smasher -> Arie. We act in that order. If I trigger one of Arie's readied actions, for instance, we would act in the order of Kup -> Arie -> Smasher. Readying an action doesn't allow you to take a second turn.Edit: As of the turn you need to be taking, you start in I-10, not R-11. That's where you were at the end of your last turn. Kindly revise your turn from that starting location.Edit2: And I need to know if I can see Mr. Fishman from my location in W-17 or not. You cannot see Mr. Fishman, he's 10ft down into the river, he could be anywhere... And for some reason I can't see 10ft into clear, calm water? About the initiative:Before my readied action the initiative order was: Smasher, Arie, Kup, Quork, then at turn#3, I readied an action, which was activated, changing the initiative order to: Kup, Smasher, Arie, Quork. Unless I actually lose an entire turn by having the readied action-merely a standard action-activated, I'm positive I get both my round 3 turn,andmy round 4 turn, albeit one right after another.I'm aware that if Idolose my round 3 turn, my readied action in this case is near useless... And if I in fact, lost my turn, it's Smasher up to go now. You do see me, my bad, but I have total cover unless you havefreedom of movement.You can read the last spoiler as my depth blocked view before, I'm now in L13. You readied an action on round2, not round3. You took your readied action on my initiative count on turn3, which makes your turn3, happen immediately before my turn4. As Arie already acted before you in the initiative count, nothing changed the turn order. You don't magically get your round3and round4turns at the same time.Before your readied action, the order was this: Smasher, Arie, Kup.After your readied action, the order is this: Kup, Smasher, Arie.There's really no change in the turn order, as we are still acting from my turn 3 point. After I finished, Arie took his round 3 turn. You now need to take your round 3 turn, starting from I-10, which is where you ended your round 2 turn. So in short my turn 3 was the readied action, and I take my turn 4 now, then we proceed with turn 4?If that's the case:Kup Everyoung R4:Move to R11, making the jump from L12 to O12, auto-succeeding on the check, with 45ft of movement used total.I then Shoot Smasher.Rolls:Spoiler Hide Jump: (1d20+14)[25] (+2 Str, +4 ranks, +8 for 20ft higher movement speed than 30ft) Attack: (1d20+4)[10] Damage: (1d8)[6] If crit: Confirm: (1d20+4)[20] Extra Damage: (2d8)[13] Done, stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 14/14 AC: 19, FF: 16, T: 15 (+3 Dex, +4 Mage Armour, +2 Tree) Rage: 1 left, not active If I don't get a standard action for any reason, I don't shoot...((These readied-action rules have me confused big-time, I used to play it the way I originally played it out, finishing your turn when it triggers. I guess I used to play it all wrong then.)) Smasher, round 4Attempt to cast a spell from the scroll.CL check vs DC 4:(1d20+1)[18]DC 13 Will Save, please. Will save:(1d20+3)[12]Or else what? Paralyzed for 3 rounds.Smasher, round 4 continuedFree action to drop used scroll.Move to X-9.Done.Edit: You get a new saving throw each round as a full-round action on your turn, if you so choose. Arie Na - Round 4Assuming I can make a move action with a combination of on land and in water, my turn is as follows:move to P10 (moving up the river included in movement), then ready an actionSpoiler Hide Cast Color Spray on Smasher once he comes within 20ft of Arie, making a 5ft step before casting. Done, stats:Spoiler Hide Arie Na Male CN Aquatic Human Sorcerer, Level 1, Init -4, HP 5/5, Speed 30ft (Swim 30ft) AC 14, Touch 12, Flat-footed 12, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +4, Base Attack Bonus 0 double damage against charging character, can be thrown Shortspear (8) +2 (-3 melee) (1d6-1, x2) (+2 Dex, +2 Natural) Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16 Condition None Senses Spot: +5 Listen: +4 Location P10 Spells cast 0th level: 0/5 1st level: 1/4 If that movement is still bodged, let me know. Paralyzed lets me take a purely mental action, is activating a rage a mental action? Entering a rage takes no time itself, but a barbarian can do it only during his action*snip* So no, not that I can see.Edit: From what I can see, Lubirio, it looks like you're trying to climb out of the river under the bridge, which you kind of... can't do. If I'm wrong, could you tell me how else you get there in 30 ft of movement (including 5 for moving up from the bottom). from L13, swim to M10 (surface heiht) on a straight diagonal, then walk to P10, in a regular line, taking 30ft of movement, right? I don't think you can walk up onto the bridge from the river. That would presumably require the usual move action and DC15 climb check. Uh, as far as I know, you're going to need a climb check to pull yourself up on to the bridge.Go ahead and ask a ref if you don't think that's right.Ninjas, ninjas, everywhere and not a drop to spare. Well the bridge is AT surface level of the river, I think I would just need a DC10 or 15 climb or balance check to make it from the river (with the momentum that doesn't do me any good in D&D) onto the bridge. But I'm just the player controlling the character in question, what do I know? I know activating a rage can only be done in my action, but can I activate rage (as an immediate action), then spend a full-round action trying to break the paralisis? Making the activation of rage a mental action... Rage isn't an immediate action. It's part of another action, which you're currently incapable of performing, unless you have some other mental action you can take. Rage has been ruled to be a free action. As far as I can tell, it is mental, so raging (on your turn) and then trying to break the paralysis should be possible. But it.. doesn't say... that.Oh well. Sallera likely knows more of Arena precedent than I, so go with what s/he said. Here's the ruling on Rage's action type. The only thing in question would seem to be whether it's a purely mental action, and that I'm not sure on (affects physical stats, so iunno.) So my turn stands? And on whether or not activating a rage is a mental action, I'd say it is because you become enraged with your mind, mentally, there's no physical movement or anything involved. Waiting on a ruling for your turn. I'll assume activating rage is a mental action until told otherwise:Kup Everyoung R5:Activate rage, then try to shake of paralysis as a full-round action.Will save:(1d20+5)[21](2more than last time because of rage. :smallwinkIn this case it is of little difference if my rage is active, just for the duration really... We're still waiting to know whether Arie's movement was legal, by the way. High Ref PsiDog ...Entering a rage takes no time itself, but a barbarian can do it only on his action... I fail to see why a rage must be a mental action, as far as I can see from the discussion it need onlynotby a physical action.Rage requires no time to enter. It is the freest of free actions. Thus the barbarian need not perform a whooping war dance, shake a weapon, or even move a finger. I am not prepared to declare rage to be a mental action rather than simply a non-action (sometimes there is a distinction), but there is certainly no requirement for physical action of any sort.This ref finds nothing wrong with Arie's action and declares it valid. Just to clarify, you find both the rage valid and moving on to the bridge from the water valid? It seems so, your turn then. From the way it was worded, it sounds like he was confusing Arie with Kup. He made no mention of the water or the bridge, just the rage. Waiting for clarification before I take my turn. Or commenting on Kup's action without a definite ruling, then declaring Arie's movement legal? ...apparently I failed a research check. One moment.Edit: OKKup: Rage legalArie: Missing Climb Check((Precedent has said that a climb check is required to exit the water, but because of the grass, boyant water, etc, this check is only a DC 10)) Regarding the above: His movement still wouldn't be quite legal, as he only moves athalf speedone-quarter speed on a successful climb check, yes? I count 25 ft of linear distance (assuming I had the correct starting location) so an accelerated climb check (half speed: +5ft to path) would just be possible.Reminder: Normal climbing is 1/4th speed and that would be impossible. So I make this DC 10 climb check (do I?) and my movement will be completely legal?Climb - (1d20-1)[14]DC10 You had to do it as an accelerated climb (-5 penalty), so you fail by 1. You didn't have enough movement to it as a normal climb. So instead can I move 5ft less and not make the accelerated climb? (I think not because it is legal and I've already rolled...) Originally Posted by Psionic Dog ... apparently I failed a research check. One moment. Edit: OK Kup: Rage legal Arie: Missing Climb Check ((Precedent has said that a climb check is required to exit the water, but because of the grass, boyant water, etc, this check is only a DC 10)) Hurray!it's too bad for your movement though, really. I believe the end result is Arie at surface level in M10 (presumably with the same readied action?). Your movement to M-10 was legal, as was your attempt to climb out. You can ask a ref if you like, but my understanding is that legal actions stand, even if, in hindsight, other choices would have been better.Once this is all cleared up, I'll take my turn.Edit: Yes, presumably. Go ahead, I've had precedent with 'what's legal stands' and I'm not going to argue it any further.Edit: Yes, I keep the same readied action. Smasher, round 5Move to S-12.Cast a quickened spellSpellcraft DC 16:Spoiler Hide True Strike then attempt to bash Kup's (unfortunately not helpless) head in.Attack:(1d20+22)[38]Damage:(1d8+2)[9]Expend psionic focus to add(2d6)[6]damage to the attack.Done.Stats:Spoiler Hide AC 19/13/16 HP 9/9 Position: S-12 Buffs/rounds: Blessed Aim 5/10 Spells: Virtue, Resistance, Cure Minor Wounds, True Strike, Light of Lunia, Blessed Aim I can guess which spell that is even without the spellcraft check:Spellcraft - (1d20+6)[7] Fortunately, Kup just survives all that damage, with 1HP left. Now I'm really glad I decided to acivate rage, otherwise I'd be done for.Kup Everyoung R6:Drop bow as a free action, draw greataxe (provoking an AoO), then bash Smasher's head with it (unless the AoO kills me of course...).Rolls:Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+5)[6] vs AC 19 Damage: (1d12+6)[11] In case of crit: Confirm: (1d20+5)[19] vs AC 19 Extra Damage: (1d12+6)[18] Done, stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 1/16 AC: 17 FF: 14 T: 13 (+4 Mage Armour, +3 Dex, +2 Tree, -2 Rage) Enraged, 6 more rounds AoO:(1d20+2)[12]Damage:(1d8+2)[7]Edit: Waitaminute... wasn't it Arie's turn first? It was...Arie Na - Round 5move to Q12, then cast a spell aimed in a way that it will hit Smasher, but not Kup (I think S14?).Spellcraft DC16:Spoiler Hide Color Spray Roll will save.done, stats:Spoiler Hide Arie Na Male CN Aquatic Human Sorcerer, Level 1, Init -4, HP 5/5, Speed 30ft (Swim 30ft) AC 14, Touch 12, Flat-footed 12, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +4, Base Attack Bonus 0 double damage against charging character, can be thrown Shortspear (8) +2 (-3 melee) (1d6-1, x2) (+2 Dex, +2 Natural) Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16 Condition None Senses Spot: +5 Listen: +4 Location Q12 Spells cast 0th level: 0/5 1st level: 2/4 Nooow you can go, I think you'd keep the same rolls no? You still need a climb check to get out of the water, per what PsiDog said. Originally Posted by Lubirio So I make this DC 10 climb check (do I?) and my movement will be completely legal? [roll0] DC10 I certainly do not. *facepalm* That roll had to be an accelerated climb, otherwise you didn't have enough movement to move (1/4 speed = 20 ft to move 5 ft). So either you failed it, or you couldn't have done it in the first place, or you took another move action (which you couldn't have, since you stated you were readying an action).Unless you're somehow reusing the roll from your last turn? Right after I realized an accelerated climb was necessary to make the appropriate movement I steted I'll use the roll to make movement using 5ft less, making the roll a sucess. Except that you can't just change your intended action because you happened to fail the roll. Didn't we just go over this? You attempted an accelerated climb, it didn't work, so you didn't go anywhere and you're still in M10. yes, and from M10, I make the legal move to Q12...But now I see I do need a climb check, not accelerated this time:Climb - (1d20-1)[2] Arie Na - Round 5redoxI failed my first climb check, now I try again, in case I succeed, I finish movement to Q12...Climb - (1d20-1)[19]Done, stats:Spoiler Hide Arie Na Male CN Aquatic Human Sorcerer, Level 1, Init -4, HP 5/5, Speed 30ft (Swim 30ft) AC 14, Touch 12, Flat-footed 12, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +4, Base Attack Bonus 0 double damage against charging character, can be thrown Shortspear (8) +2 (-3 melee) (1d6-1, x2) (+2 Dex, +2 Natural) Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16 Condition None Senses Spot: +5 Listen: +4 Location Q12 Spells cast 0th level: 0/5 1st level: 1/4 So Arie is in Q12 without a readied action then, and my turn.Kup Everyoung - R6:(New and refurbished!)First of all I still drop my bow where I'm standing, in R11, then I tumble at half speed to R9, then back to R11, hoping to provoke no AoO from Smasher, drawing greataxe as part of the action. I then smash Lil' (cuddly, puny) Smasher's head in with my Great Axe.Rolls:Spoiler Hide Tumble: (1d20+3)[12] DC15, if fail: AoO from Smasher Attack: (1d20+5)[10] AC 19 Damage: (1d12+6)[12] 9HP If crit: Confirm: (1d20+5)[24] AC 19 Extra Damage: (1d12+6)[9] 9HP Done, stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 1/16 AC: 17 FF: 14 T: 13 (+4 Mage Armour, +3 Dex, +2 Tree, -2 Rage) Enraged, 6 more rounds Your last version of that turn was completely legal. What grounds do you have for changing it?(Obviously you still missed, but that's not really the point.) My excuses, I was not aware that I could not change it after it was established I moved before I was due to go. I will then keep my older version, missing still, and you keep your AoO, missing also? Whoops. Just noticed something. Smasher didn't have enough movement to make it to S-12. He's actually standing in S-10. Apologies. If this would have changed Arie's turn, feel free to ask for a rewind. I will instead move to Q9, thanks. Smasher, round 6Full round action: Withdraw to W-17.Done. Neither update on movement will change my originally posted turn, as I didn't move... Your go Tanaric.Oh, I took my while reading, nevermind... Arie Na - Round 6Double move to Y13 (from Q9).Done, stats:Spoiler Hide Arie Na Male CN Aquatic Human Sorcerer, Level 1, Init -4, HP 5/5, Speed 30ft (Swim 30ft) AC 14, Touch 12, Flat-footed 12, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +4, Base Attack Bonus 0 double damage against charging character, can be thrown Shortspear (8) +2 (-3 melee) (1d6-1, x2) (+2 Dex, +2 Natural) Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16 Condition None Senses Spot: +5 Listen: +4 Location Y13 Spells cast 0th level: 0/5 1st level: 1/4 I got it, no jumps at DC 40 for me:Kup Everyoung - R7Drop greataxe as a free action, the pick up bow from the ground (move), and shoot Smasher.Rolls:Spoiler Hide Jump, just for lulz: (1d20+16)[26] (NOT relevent at all, I will not use this in any way!) Attack: (1d20+4)[24] AC 19 Damage: (1d8)[4] 9HP If crit: Confirm: (1d20+4)[12] (aaawww. ) AC 19 Extra Damage: (2d8)[7] 9HP Done, stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 1/16 AC: 17 FF: 14 T: 13 (+4 Mage Armour, +3 Dex, +2 Tree, -2 Rage) Enraged, 6 more rounds (wrong calculation; now it's right) Immediate action: Spend 2 pp to negate the damage.Smasher, round 7Double move to L-17.Done. You can only spend 1 pp at character lvl 1, so you still take 2 damage Wrong. You're thinking of manifesting powers. Resilience is a racial ability with no such restriction. I see.Arie Na - Round 7:Go to P10, 10ft depth.Done, stats:Spoiler Hide Arie Na Male CN Aquatic Human Sorcerer, Level 1, Init -4, HP 5/5, Speed 30ft, Swim 30ft AC 14, Touch 12, Flat-footed 12, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +4, Base Attack Bonus 0 double damage against charging character, can be thrown Shortspear (8) +2 (-3 melee) (1d6-1, x2) (+2 Dex, +2 Natural) Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16 Condition Swimming Senses Spot: +5 Listen: +4 Location P10, 10ft depth Spells cast 0th level: 0/5 1st level: 1/4 P-10 is in the middle of a landmass. I like this pace.Kup Everyoung - R8Move to I10, making the jump at O9 to L10, auto-succeeding, then shoot Smasher.Rolls:Spoiler Hide Jump: (1d20+16)[20] DC10, auto-succeed. Attack: (1d20+4)[10] AC 19 Damage: (1d8)[6] 9HP (still...) If crit: Confirm: (1d20+4)[13] AC 19 Extra Damage: (2d8)[7] 9HP Done, stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 1/16 AC: 17 FF: 14 T: 13 (+4 Mage Armour, +3 Dex, +2 Tree, -2 Rage) Enraged, 5 more rounds (including this one) I need to know where Arie actually moved before I take my turn. *brainfart*I meant O15... Smasher, round 8Move to G-15. Cast a spellDC 16 SpellcraftSpoiler Hide Light of Lunia and start glowing.Done.Stats:Spoiler Hide AC 19/13/16 HP 9/9 Position: S-12 Buffs/rounds: Blessed Aim 8/10, Light of Lunia 1/100 Spells: Virtue, Resistance, Cure Minor Wounds, True Strike, Light of Lunia, Blessed Aim Spellcraft - (1d20+6)[20]Start glowing huh?... I don't have the source for that spell.Could you please tell me what source it's from then? I'm assuming the range for the spell ismorethan 15ft?Arie Na - Round 8:Move to K15 for 30ft of movement (withClimb - (1d20-1)[1]DC10), then cast a spell in Smasher's direction:(Spellcraft DC: 16)Spoiler Hide Color Spray You can't release a charge as you haven't readied an action to do so...Done (I'll revise If I fail the climb), stats:Spoiler Hide Arie Na Male CN Aquatic Human Sorcerer, Level 1, Init -4, HP 5/5, Speed 30ft, Swim 30ft AC 14, Touch 12, Flat-footed 12, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +4, Base Attack Bonus 0 double damage against charging character, can be thrown Shortspear (8) +2 (-3 melee) (1d6-1, x2) (+2 Dex, +2 Natural) Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16 Condition Swimming Senses Spot: +5 Listen: +4 Location K15 Spells cast 0th level: 0/5 1st level: 2/4 Arie Na - Round 8revised:Try climbing up again, then finish movement in K15...Climb - (1d20-1)[5]Done, stats:Spoiler Hide Arie Na Male CN Aquatic Human Sorcerer, Level 1, Init -4, HP 5/5, Speed 30ft, Swim 30ft AC 14, Touch 12, Flat-footed 12, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +4, Base Attack Bonus 0 double damage against charging character, can be thrown Shortspear (8) +2 (-3 melee) (1d6-1, x2) (+2 Dex, +2 Natural) Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16 Condition Swimming Senses Spot: +5 Listen: +4 Location K15, 10ft depth Spells cast 0th level: 0/5 1st level: 2/4 You do realize that Smasher is 20 ft away from K-15, right? (I don't need spellcraft to know that you're trying to color spray me.)Not important anymore. Yay strength penalties. from G15 to K15 is 15ft, no? (oh wait, no nvm)Anyway, I'm not on land... Can I make a 2-handed unarmed strike? Since D&D isn't logical I thought maybe... It really isn't.G>H(5)>I(10)>J(15)>K(20)Edit: Nope.Edit2: To clarify, an unarmed strike is a light weapon. Light weapons don't benefit from using two hands. Oh well.Kup Everyoung - R9:Move to L17, then shoot Smasher.Rolls:Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+5)[6] AC 17 (+1 for point-blank shot) Damage: (1d8)[1] 9HP If crit: Confirm: (1d20+5)[22] AC 17 Extra Damage: (2d8)[9] 9HP And I get the good rolls on the crit stuff... Done, stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 1/16 AC: 17 FF: 14 T: 13 (+4 Mage Armour, +3 Dex, +2 Tree, -2 Rage) Enraged, 4 more rounds (including this one) Smasher, round 9Partial standard: release one ray of light at Arie.Attack vs Touch AC:(1d20+5)[23]Damage:(1d6)[1]Let's see how that works out before I decide where the second ray goes. Pfft.Smasher, round 9 continuedcontinued standard: release second ray of light at Arie.Attack vs Touch AC:(1d20+5)[8]Damage:(1d6)[5]Will finish turn once I see the results. Oh come on. I couldn't get one lucky break?Smasher, round 9 continued (again)Move to C-9.Done.Stats:Spoiler Hide AC 19/13/16 HP 9/9 Position: C-9 Buffs/rounds: Blessed Aim 9/10 Spells: Virtue, Resistance, Cure Minor Wounds, True Strike, Light of Lunia, Blessed Aim Not that it matters this time, as the second ray missed, but I think you have to release them simultaneously. Arie takes 1 total damage, and it's my turn again.Arie Na - Round 9Try to climb up again (2 climbs if needed, go with first one first:Climb - (1d20-1)[13],Climb - (1d20-1)[6]) then finish movement inJ15, and if the first climb succeeded, cast spell at Smasher. (yes, I'm that predictable...)(Spellcraft DC16):Spoiler Hide Color Spray Roll will save if applicable...Done, stats:Spoiler Hide Arie Na Male CN Aquatic Human Sorcerer, Level 1, Init -4, HP 5/5, Speed 30ft, Swim 30ft AC 14, Touch 12, Flat-footed 12, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +4, Base Attack Bonus 0 double damage against charging character, can be thrown Shortspear (8) +2 (-3 melee) (1d6-1, x2) (+2 Dex, +2 Natural) Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16 Condition None Senses Spot: +5 Listen: +4 Location J15 Spells cast 0th level: 0/5 1st level: 2/4 Huzzah! WAIT! you moved while I was typing my turn?!?! Okay... so you color sprayed in my general direction and hit the post? Hey man, I won't argue. It's legal. You maybe should have waited for me to finish my turn? I thought the 'partial standard' action meant you could do two at a time, instead of it being HALF a standard... I guess I now lose the spell, Kup's turn. As Kyeudo informed me, the school of hard knocks teaches an accelerated curriculum. Tough break, Lubirio.For what it's worth, I'd let you take that action back if not for cemented arena rulings. "Life's hard, and then you die..." It's still a 2v1.I have every confidence in my ability to lose this round. Yes, tough luck indeed, but with your messed up rolls, I ain't complainin'Kup Everyoung - R10I move back to I10, where I shoot at Smasher again...Rolls:Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+5)[9] Damage: (1d8)[6] I'll roll crit if needed... Done, stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 1/16 AC: 17 FF: 14 T: 13 (+4 Mage Armour, +3 Dex, +2 Tree, -2 Rage) Enraged, 3 more rounds (including this one) I'm going to run out of arrows soon, I have about 5 or 6 left... You'll run out of rage first.Smasher, round 10Move action: draw scroll.Standard: cast spell from scrollSpellcraft DC 16Spoiler Hide Light of Lunia and start glowing.Free: drop scroll5-ft step to B-8.Done.Stats:Spoiler Hide AC 19/13/16 HP 9/9 Position: B-8 Buffs/rounds: Light of Lunia 1/100 Spells: Virtue, Resistance, Cure Minor Wounds, True Strike, Light of Lunia, Blessed Aim Spellcraft - (1d20+6)[7]but you start glowing again...Arie Na - Round 10Move to D14, then cast a spell.Spellcraft DC16:Spoiler Hide Mage Armor on myself Done, stats:Spoiler Hide Arie Na Male CN Aquatic Human Sorcerer, Level 1, Init -4, HP 5/5, Speed 30ft, Swim 30ft AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +4, Base Attack Bonus 0 double damage against charging character, can be thrown Shortspear (8) +2 (-3 melee) (1d6-1, x2) Mage Armor (+4 Armor, +2 Dex, +2 Natural) Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16 Condition None Senses Spot: +5 Listen: +4 Location D14 Spells cast 0th level: 0/5 1st level: 3/4 That reminds me:Kup Everyoung - R11:Move to A11, shoot smasher again, and switch bow to off-hand, allowing me to give out AoO's.Rolls:Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+5)[21] Damage: (1d8)[5] Will roll stuff if crit Done, stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 1/16 AC: 15 FF: 12 T: 11 (+4 Mage Armour, +3 Dex, -2 Rage) Enraged, 2 more rounds (including this one) Ugh. Do not like.Smasher, round 11Standard: Release both rays of LoL at Arie.Attack 1 vs touch:(1d20+3)[14]Damage 1:(1d6)[4]Attack 2 vs touch:(1d20+3)[21]Damage 2:(1d6)[2]Not done. I don't see any way for Arie to have survived that, but if he somehow did, I'll revise this portion of my turn.Smasher, round 11 continuedMove to D-4.Done.Stats:Spoiler Hide AC 21/15/18 HP 4/9 Position: D-4 Buffs/rounds: Spells: Virtue, Resistance, Cure Minor Wounds, True Strike, Light of Lunia, Blessed Aim He's done for... Aha!Kup Everyoung - R12:free: drop bowthe charge at smasher, trying to bullrush him as far as possible, on my last turn of rage. It is unarmed however...Rolls:Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+7)[18] AC 19, crap on a stick... Damage: (1d3+4)[6] HP4 (if hit, insta-kill) Strength: (1d20+6)[11] Done, stats:Spoiler Hide HP: 1/16 AC: 13 FF: 10 T: 9 (+4 Mage Armour, +3 Dex, -2 Rage, -2 Charge) Enraged, last turn AoO:(1d20+2)[17]Damage:(1d8+2)[8]Boom goes the barbarian. Assuming that makes a lovely mess out of you..."SMASHER SMAAAAASH!" That was impressive. Especially since my only contribution to the fight was a scroll of Hold Person. Which I really must thank you for bringing. So useful. The scroll was indeed very useful, otherwise Kup might not have activated his rage, and he would have had a turn extra, a whole turn.I can't say much else besides "well played," and "good game," really... I'd go with "amazing luck", myself. Smasher only survived because of several rolls in his favor. First the easy will save, then dodging several potentially lethal arrows...But yes, good game.Also: "SMASHER SMASH!" that works, and luck did play a major factor, there was an adequate chance (I think 40%) that Kup would've killed you in the charge, but he smashes into the tree instead... High Ref Hust Lil' and Quork take the win and keep going.

Arena Tournament, Round 69_ Lil' Smasher & Quork vs. Arie Na & Kup Everyoung

New Blood Ties to Heaven (Closed for Erlind & me)

New Blood Ties to Heaven (Closed for Lordmikel & me but PM if Wrath interests))ooc:I have an idea about a fallen angel (kind of like a vampire with wings one can only see when he's drinking, or when one of them) sent to redeem himself by protecting the hybrid daughter of a former angelic ''brother'' of his. She doesn't know what she is. Her human mother died in childbirth and she's been raised in foster care. Now that she seems to be showing signs of changing (sensitivity to light since they come out only at night, hyper sensitive senses, feeling like she can sense the emotions of those around her...and unquenchable thirst...) he has been sent to guide her through her change and explain what she is, only he finds himself instantly attracted to her and is torn between his duty and his desire. He doubts the Council of Elders who banished him to spend eternity on Earth will allow him to stay with her but he cannot leave her now that he's become so attracted and in love with her. I want to tell this story with a decent writer who is in it for the long haul and wants to write a beautiful story which happens to have erotic nature and sexual parts to it more than just a wham-bam- thank you maam, thread.Rules:Fallen Angels can not be in the sun.They drink blood. 'Sipping' Angel blood is necessary for strength, drinking human or animal blood is necessary for nutrution. Older fallen can also eat food but they don't really like the taste of much beyond meat and milk. Blood is best.Most Fallen prefer to drink from one Angel for many years at a time, usually it is tradition to drink from the one who helped them transition. This forms a close bond so it is not an act they take lightly in most circles. Usally it's one 'sip' per day from a fellow Fallen and two to three drinks from a human per month (more if they are only being sipped).The difference between a drink and a sip: A drink drains the life of the creature, a sip is just draining on them but does not kill them. Fallen 'sip' from one another all the time. A 'sip' can last anywhere from five minutes to five hours depending on the slowness and gentleness of the sipper. It usually leads to a sense if instantaneous powerfulness, enhanced senses, and the rush from the blood often elicits strong sexual urges. Most Fallen follow a 'sip' with sex since both involved become highly aroused from the act.It is possible not to kill a human when drinking their blood but one must be very well disciplined to only 'sip' them.Some Fallen work to better the lives of, and protect humans. Some are so despondent from their fall they spend all of eternity trying to punish themselves. Some, are so angry, they become Wraths.Wraths:Pure chaoitic evil. The muses in the minds of serial killers and psychopaths. The enemy of the Guardians.Guardians:Fallen who try to redeem themselves by helping protect and guide both humans and other Fallen.Fallen can procreate. Women come into 'the calling' once every five to twelve years (every woman's exact cycle is different) lasting for about six weeks, and during this time her sexual scent is irresistible to males of all species. She becomes highly sexualized and usually takes a single mate during this period if she hasn't already gotten one before (the strongest male so he can fight off competitors who will literally be willing to die to get to her) and they will mate incessantly during this six week period.Only 30 percent of Fallen males are fertile. But, they ALL want to mate with a female during 'the calling', it's hormonal. They can't resist. It's a very dangerous time when a woman is in her fertile period. This is usually when the most wars break out among Fallen.Fallen offspring gestate quickly. A woman is only pregnant for ten weeks. Each week equals a little less than a month of human gestation. The woman is usually in a great deal of pain during this time and often falls into a deep comatose state for the last few weeks of it. The father must be nearby when it comes time for the child to be born. He must sense the right moment to perform the separation ceremony where he slices his mate's abdomen to allow the baby to climb out of the womb. It cannot come out the way human babies do.They are often born matured to the point of a three month old human but with motor skills well enough to crawl, sit up, and grasp things already at birth. Fallen babies are born much too big to come out vaginally. If a pregnant female does not have help in birthing her child with the separational slice, it will continue to grow within her until it kills her and many have been know to climb out of their dead mother's carcass as malnourished toddlers, having eaten her alive from the inside.Fallen children mature quickly. They are equivalent to a human five year old child in intelligence and physical appearance after just one year. Between the chronological ages of four and five (Between 20 and 25 in their developmental ages.) they stop aging altogether becoming fully matured Fallen by then.Fallen can be killed. By tearing each other to shreds and burning the pieces, draining of a Fallen's blood, and by exposure to the sun. Lucifer,calledThe Oneby his followers, and also his counterpart,God, are both also capable of snuffing them out at any time but never bother with them.They feel forgotten even by The One, the original Fallen Angel. Only one out of every ten new Fallen live past their first decade. The learning curve in the real world is far too steep.IC: { "lightbox_close": "Close", "lightbox_next": "Next", "lightbox_previous": "Previous", "lightbox_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox_full_screen": "Full screen", "lightbox_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox_download": "Download", "lightbox_share": "Share", "lightbox_zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox_new_window": "New window", "lightbox_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" } Morgan HeathersAge: 21Just graduated early with a Master's in Psychology. She is new to Miami, there for several job interviews but feeling ill lately. She has not been able to spend more than ten minutes in the sun any time of day for a week.Bed ridden with a fever and chills, a growing nausea and sensitivity to light, sound, and really anything... Morgan finds herself wondering if she'll ever make it out to start her new life in a new city. The boxes in her apartment have not even been unpacked. Her fridge sits nearly empty except for last week's take-out leftovers since she's been consisting the past four days on nothing but cornflakes and milk bought from the little mini-mart downstairs...and craving raw meat...She had been sent a box of Omaha Steaks as a house-warming gift from her former foster family and she surprised and disgusted herself by finding the scent of the raw meat enticing beyond belief. She had torn open the package and devoured the raw, bloody steaks within minutes, immediately sick to her stomach afterward and appauled that she'd been so disgustingly drawn to the scent of the raw meat and the taste of the blood as she ate the steaks without bothering to cook them. Of course, nothing, not even the raw steak had stayed in her body for long before she was puking again...Now, Morgan cannot stomach anything more yet she feels like she's starving. The telephone ringing at four o clock in the morning when she still hadn't had time to give out her new number, startled her awake.A gruff voice at the other end when she answered said simply, "Morgan, right?""Who is this?" she asked."I'm coming over. Someone needs to explain why you feel so badly lately." then with an abrupt click the phone call ended. She'd never learned who the caller was, how he knew her number or who she was, or that she'd been ill.She spent the next hour alternating between searching her tiny apartment for hidden cameras and throwing up cornflakes into the toilet.The knock on the door came sooner than she'd anticipated.The slight, petite, redhead moved slower than she wanted, finding a baseball bat beside her bed...she moved closer to the door wielding the bat. ''It's the middle of the night and I don't know a damn person around here so I am NOT answering this door. Whoever the hell you are, go away before I call the cops!'' She said hoping it sounded braver and stronger than she felt. She knew she probably looked ridiculous standing there all pale and sickly, some sweaty strands of red hair plastered to her face and neck. Morgan was wearing nothing but pink panties and an ex boyfriend's Miami Dolphins jersey which made a short, tom-boyish nightshirt on her. Her long, cream toned legs were bare and in the light from her microwave's digital time display coming from her kitchen she glowed in a ghastly green halo surrounded by darkness. ''Go away!'' she repeated, wondering who this guy was and how he knew so much about her. A tall man with short dirty blonde hair and a solid build stood with his arms crossed at the top of a rocky outcrop in the desert. The man seemed like he was in his earlier thirties, but a rough life had taken a toll on him. In truth he was much older. He had been looking out at the stars for hours without moving. The swirl of lights filling the sky could only be seen like this out in the desert and other remote places anymore. They reminded him of a simpler time when mankind was young. The dangers had been no less great then, but things at least had been simpler.Leather jacket and faded jeans had were not traditional angelic battlegear, but that was what this man was, an angel sent to earth to battle the forces of evil and earn his place in heaven. The weathered angel stood over what was now the grave site of an archdemon he had helped slay over fifty years ago. A creature of such evil and power it had been that someone had to be chosen to watch over it. The fallen that now stood looking out at the stars had been the most patient and disciplined of that band that had defeated the creature that he had volunteered to stay knowing he was best suited. Besides, he liked to watch the stars.“Rafael, you old war dog. Stop standing there being stoic and give an old friend a hug.” The sudden break of the long silence came from a short cheerful blonde haired woman whose voice had always reminded Rafael of light bells. The angel turned to his old friend and a slow smile crept over his face. Strong arms enveloped her smaller frame, but when the larger angel stepped back his gruff countenance had returned.“Rachel, why are you here?” At six foot two, Rafael towered over her and did not look happy. Too often Rachel liked to ignore direr truths in favor pleasant distractions, but if she had come all the way out here to see him the older fallen knew it was too important to let that happen. Rachel looked away and seemed to become nervous, not a quality she was known for.“We need you to come out of retirement to teach a young fallen. She really needs someone who …”Rafael cut her off with a single solid word, “No.” The fallen had been known for many things in his time patience, discipline, prowess in combat, and a strong sense of duty, but he had never taken a charge.“My work here is important. I’ve stopped two cults and a demon out here in the wastes that would have brought the demon back. We lost too many fighting him to do it again.”“Three incidents in fifty years, old man. It’s time to come out of retirement.”“My place is here.”“She’s Remus’s daughter.”The argument stopped and Rafael fell back into his silence. Remus had been a true friend to him. They had fought side by side for centuries. The man had understood when Rafael chose to stay behind after the battle here and had disappeared afterwards in the course of some mysterious covert work. And as far as the old warrior knew his friend had never taken a lover.“The council just found out about her. She’s only half fallen and is already starting to change. She needs somebody or things are going to get real bad. The council decided you would want to be the one, because of Remus.”Rafael nodded and moved past Rachel down the rocks towards the Jeep she’d taken to get to him.“Fill me in.”* * *Rachel had given him a crash course on modern history, technology and culture. If any of it had surprised or even truly interested the angelic veteran he hadn’t shown any sign of it. The journey was a long one, but they only stopped for gas didn’t sleep. Heavily tinted windows made traveling during the day possible if still uncomfortable. When they got close Rafael put his new phone to use and called to ensure Morgan, his new charge, would be where they expected.Rachel had provided an old army duffel with everything he would need for the modern world. His spear would prove to conspicuous outside the desert so it was traded for a heavy caliber hand gun. Smart phone with important contacts already added in. Modern money and paperwork included to allow him to pass through the world unbothered by mortal authorities. Clothes were to replace some of his more dated wardrobe and allow him to blend in more easily.When they reached his destination Rachel wished him luck and they parted ways. It was hard to tell how far along Morgan Heathers would be in her change and how much time he had to gain her trust. When he knocked and was met with frightened threats Rafael could hear his old friend in his voice. Remus had been a warrior like him and while a little rash he was always ready to defend his own. The fallen opened the apartment door. It had been locked but under his touch the door simply opened. Rafael quickly scanned the room. Empty box labeled “Omaha Steaks” by the trash, a home half unpacked from a recent move and Morgan herself were what his keen eye picked out as things of importance.A look of fear and defiance was worn on a young beauty in a desperate state. Long creamy legs were obscured by any clothing and her hair was a brilliant red that truly suited her even in the state it was in. She was filled was fear and a disaster was ready and waiting to finish her off, but she still managed to be a vision of beauty to him. Rafael mentally wrenched himself from examining her and turned his attention to more pressing matters.“You don’t need to fear me, Morgan. My name is Rafael and I was a close friend of your father’s. Have long have you been craving raw meat?” His voice was even and cool. Right now Morgan needed to know two things, that everything would be alright and that he understood what was happening to her. He tried his best to convey these things to her in his voice. Morgan shook her head in the darkness as the latch lifted itself and came out of it's slot, the other lock, sliding aside, and the door opened, the person behind it, an impossibly tall biker-dude, looking, thug, stepped inside, letting himself into her apartment like it was an everyday occurrence, walking into homes uninvited. ''No, no, stay back.'' she murmured but he interrupted her with his comment about her father and his question about raw meat which made her blush.''You don't know my dad.'' she countered. ''Anyone can claim they know my dad. Nobody knows who he was. He and my mom...look, I'm adopted, I don't have any ties to my real dad. She never said to anyone who he was and she died when I was born. So, don't pull that crap on me. You probably are some crazy stalker and found out somehow I'm adopted and thought that would be a great line to gain my trust....Fuck you!'' she yelled, growing more angry than panicked now.She held up her bat with more confidence than before, waving it in the air a bit. ''I know how to use this. I have a pretty good aim. Don't come any closer.'' she warned, taking a step back and wishing she could remember where she'd last left her phone. ''If you don't leave now I will call the police.'' She warned again.As she took one more step backwards she stumbled, misjudging where she'd left her vacuum cleaner and tripping awkwardly over the hoses, losing her balance and falling backwards completely, dropping the bat and landing painfully with a crack of the back of her head on the tile floor.He was close to her within milliseconds and she was nervous, especially now that she was prone and as another wave of painful nausea was coming. He smelled really good, fantastic, like, unbelievably delicious and comforting all at once...It was disconcerting. He was hot cocoa during a snowstorm, firewood smoke from a cozy campfire, newborn baby's breath, lavender fields, freshly picked apples after a wash, the smell of rain after a thunderstorm, the smell of coconut and saltwater on a sunny beach, he smelled like freshly cut grass and new paperback novels, strawberry ice-cream and freshly baked cookies...He smelled like all of these things and the more comfort her body felt in his nearness the more freaked out it made her.She lay there, prone, like a beetle on it's back and he was leaning over her, looking down with an expression of pity mixed with...what was that look, hunger? Fear? How could this dangerous looking dude fear her? and she tossed that last thought aside, must not be it...as she was sure she'd puke again any second Morgan groaned and hissed, ''Leave me alone!'' through her teeth while she curled up into a ball.For a moment she thought she saw the fuzzy image of wings silhouetted behind his body, wrapping around them both almost like a privacy screen of feather...No, Morgan shook her head and cleared her vision, the hallucination of what she thought were wings had disappeared the moment she refused to believe they were there. This man was close, too close. It made her so nervous... He reached down to her and she was scared again but then the primal urges were stronger and she bent down toward the floor, throwing up bile and spoiled milk beside his enormous shit kickers, wishing she'd had the nerve to have done it right on HIM. She looked almost nothing like her father, but she did have that same fire Remus held in him. Afraid and broken down and still ready to crack his skull with a bat if she thought she had to do it. Rafael knew he could have stopped the weapon, but that might have caused even more mistrust. He wanted to smile at the strangely familiar scene that reminded him so much of his brother in blood, but he knew that also could only breed more mistrust. One thing Remus hated more than anything was not to be taken seriously when the situation demanded that level of solemnity.It would be too easy right now to make the wrong decision and drive her away forever. The council would not send another and it wouldn’t help if they had to do it. Rafael knew that if he could not gain this young woman’s trust a painful death would be the best outcome she could have. At worst another would find her and she would become twisted with pain and hate. She would fall to Wrath and he would one day be forced to kill her himself.Then the simplest thing happened and it caused so much fear in Rafael. Morgan tripped. And the fallen wasn’t afraid she would be hurt, but how he reacted. Without a moment’s consideration he tried to catch her. He didn’t quite manage to catch her, but the instant she was on the ground he was at her side and there was this moment between them. It felt like looking out into the sea of stars on a desert night or sitting at the beach as the sun set over the ocean on a quiet evening. The moment was peaceful and right in the midst of the chaos of the situation and she made it feel that way. How could he be this girl’s mentor? How could he be her mentor when he felt this way? How could he teach her to defend herself when all he wanted was to protect her in that single strong moment?Rafael gathered himself and decided he needed to back away from her. He was too close and it wasn’t helping things. In a fluid motion the gruff angel stepped up and away from her, taking with him the bat he snatched from her loosened grip.“You aren’t calling the police,” he told her trying to detach himself from these feelings without sounding too threatening. “And I’m not leaving either. You know something terrible is happening to you and no one can explain it, but I can. You’re whole life you’ve had times like this if less dramatic. Felt someone with you when you knew with certainty no one was there. Maybe you had that feeling of dread before a catastrophe that no one could have predicted. You were always well liked enough, but still never really felt like you belonged anywhere you’ve ever been. You’re different Morgan and it may be scary and you may not want it, but you are. If you want to find out why then I’m the one who can tell you.” She was wiping vomit from her lips with her sleeve, feeling awkward and strange, crawling toward the bathroom where she could brush her teeth, wash her face, drink some water...try to feel normal.He spoke again and the room rumbled. Her own bones reverberated and vibrated when he spoke. She didn't like the way her weak body reacted to him. She was pointedly ignoring him as he lectured about being different. Of course she was different. Orphans never feel like they belong, classic child psych... She looked up at him in the mirror. He stood in the doorway, still talking, asking her again about the meat and she stopped, toothbrush hanging from her mouth and their eyes locked. She felt something there, he DID know things about her, she could sense it quite plainly. But, how? Spitting and rinsing, and spitting again. Then she turned to Raphael, ''You say there's an explanation for how sick I feel? I'm...different...Are you also this way?'' She was too smart to listen to him even if he was telling the truth. The girl was trying to ignore the massive man that had mysteriously opened a locked door. Rafael grew more desperate with each moment , at this point he wasn’t even sure she was listening. Then suddenly he could see a look of recognition in her eyes reflected back at him in the mirror.“Yes.”The guardian smiled glad to finally have some measure of success even if it had been nothing he had done. Hard eyes stared back at her and a decision was made that she would see the truth if he spoke it plainly.“We are angels,” he told her calmly, “rather you are a half angel on your father’s side.”He let the words sink in and readied himself before for another fit of rage and denial, and for the possibility of her acceptance. He would stay quiet and let Morgan work it out for herself. Morgan heard the words.She stood still for a moment and absorbed them, took in his whole demeanor, tone of voice, body language, as he said these ridiculous words.It seemed unbelievable to her. She laughed. She laughed harder than she had in her whole life. Literally, falling onto the floor laughing until tears streamed down her cheeks. But, then the tears became less those resulting from laughter as from real fear and pain. She looked up at him. He hadn't moved. She filled the long moment of silence when the laughter had died down with one statement. ''You really believe that, don't you?'' He seemed such a serious personality for such fuzzy-wuzzy sentiments about angels or even half-angels, believing in such childish nonsense...So, why deep down inside did a part of her hope he could somehowmakeher believe it too?This thought, of course, punctuated by searing pain in her innards which made her curl up in a fetal position and scream in agony. Her itchy shoulder blades were becoming truly painful as well and she felt like millions of shards of glass were breaking through the skin on that part of her body.Morgan cursed out loud and tasted blood on her lips. Her bottom lip was bleeding from a cut she realized she'd caused, biting down, her incisor teeth suddenly feeling oddly shaped, longer, deeper in her jaw, and razor sharp almost like those one would imagine on a gothic fiction vampire...and she began to get scared again. ''What's happening?!'' she screamed. While Rafael had never mentored a young fallen or a half fallen for that matter, he knew exactly what needed to be done. Still, he was worried. The angel had never been the most compassionate of men and wasn't sure how to treat her as she shuddered in agony on the floor. He took a knee by her side and put an arm around her."You're closer than I realized. Your body can't handle the change." She wasn't believing anything she said anyway so he didn't continue. She would see soon and things would be easier hopefully. The hulking man beside her found himself wishing he could spare her this, but there was no way. He simply settled for reminding himself the experience would make her stronger.He could almost feel her heartbeat and it was quick and erratic. Soon it would slow and eventually stop and then he could do his part. He could bring a new fallen into the world. Vision tunneling, Morgan felt her breathing quickening and hear heart-rate along with it, soon she felt as if she were a fish out of the water, drowning in every breath of air her lungs refused to expand to take in. She was frightened and yet couldn't risk the breaths it would take to get truly upset... Her muscles spasmed as she curled even tighter into a ball, the ''shards of glass'' sensation on her back intensifying. Was that the sound of cloth tearing? She was horrified to realize her baggy jersey was being torn from the inside by something growing out of her shoulder blades, something very big, apparently. As she gasped for another breath she saw in her peripheral, just a quick flash of white, glistening...something, and it was wrapping around her from behind...''Wings?'' she heard herself whisper in disbelief.She had no time to turn her head to check or listen to Raphael's reply. She'd passed out within one heartbeat. And the second heartbeat after that last breath was her last one ever.A sensation of panic became awash in total serenity and calm. She was falling, or felt like she was falling, through a rainbow of colors and a myriad of lovely imagery which was all things she found soothing and loveable. The ''falling'' sensation evolved to become a ''floating'' feeling and Morgan liked that better.Her path brought her to a kind-faced red haired woman who smiled at her, hugged her (she smelled like vanilla and roses and Morgan's heart leaped at how comforting this was) The woman whispered to Morgan, ''No, my baby. You cannot stay here, not yet. You have a higher calling.''Morgan didn't want to leave the woman but a gentle shove brought her back to her original flight path and soon she was back to falling again.The pull to earth was impossible to resist no matter how Morgan tried to reascend. Slammed painfully back into the cumbersome form of her dead human body, Morgan was horrified to feel and hear Raphael crouched over her as if he was biting at her! Rafael was knocked back as suddenly beautiful soft wings burst violently from Morgan’s back. His own wings were wrapped around him and hidden from sight and weren’t half as impressive as hers. His were almost a dull gray and had a certain roughness to them, but Morgan’s seemed almost bright and perfectly soft. The angel looked on in an awe he did not think his charge would have been capable of inspiring in him, he watched her fall. Two fingers found her throat and he felt the last dying beat of her heart. It was time.Feeding on humans wasn’t uncommon and young fallen needed to feed from their guardians, but it had still been a long time for Rafael. Spending so much time out in the wild recently he had fed mostly on animals preferring not to risk harming the children of men. This is what he had been needed for however. He only hoped Morgan would not hate him for this new life he now brought her into. I a quick violent motion sharp unnatural teeth sank into the dying flesh of her neck. She tasted sweet with a feeling of hidden strength he had not known for centuries. Rafael drank deep and tasted of his charge completing the first of two acts that would bind them together.Blood gently trickled from the wounds in her neck when the angel pulled away from Morgan. Now was the moment of truth for him. He had never taken a charge before and had rarely seen a half breed in his long life. Rafael hesitated wondering if she for all her bravado would be strong enough. Then he banished the thought from his mind and set to action. A blade nine inch blade was drawn from beneath his coat, handle and edge all one piece of dull gray steel. He rested the weapon against his own wrist and took a deep breath. A blur of motion pulled the blade away and let the crimson stream begin flowing down his arm. It hurt, but many worse wounds had befallen the soldier before. Gingerly he touched blood soaked flesh to her lips and hoped the council had chosen wisely in him. The scent of his blood was overwhelming. Morgan found as he put the gash in his wrist before her face she almost leapt for his arm, taking it weakly in both hands but gripping hard as she tried to comprehend the need to taste this scent coming from her psyche, so primal... She moaned in response, not liking this new side to herself at all, and she tentatively poked her tongue out to taste at first. She was expecting the metallic taste she had been familiar with as a human...but this was nothing like that at all. It was sweet to her taste-buds, sensuously delicious!Morgan now decidedly clamped her mouth down on his wrist and began sucking in earnest, drawing mouthfuls of sweet blood into her mouth, lapping at his wound with her tongue like a kitten would a saucer of milk. And, as she did this he seemed to swoon, he looked positively horny from this. As she grew stronger with every drop drunk she had to admit she herself felt odd stirrings from this strange intimate contact. She would have stopped to wonder about that if she wasn't so damned thirsty!As Morgan drank she felt the pain in her gut decreasing and the itchiness in her gums increased exponentially as her teeth seemed to elongate, piercing his flesh as she drank even more deeply. He sank down and lifted her form closer to him, holding her against his muscular chest, Morgan was too intent upon the drink to care how fragile she felt in his grasp at the moment. She drank, and drank, and drank until she blacked out, still attached to the wrist like an infant at the breast.The warmth spread throughout her body as she dreamed, in and out of consciousness, reality seemed to drift and swirl around her. She felt her hunger subsiding and a new aching need began. Her cunt felt like it had a heartbeat all it's own. She was more damp in her panties than she'd been in ages, and all this from a little drink of blood?The warmth throughout her body from this powerful blood made her head spin and it made her throb, achingly sensitive in places she had not expected. All she could think about was wanting more blood and needing something to fill the emptiness of her pussy as much as she needed her stomach full of more sweetness...She moaned huskily, grinding herself on the body which still held her close, drunkenly frustrated by the clothing blocking her from the contact she sought. Eyes still closed, "Mmmmmmm...." was all she could manage to say. Had it ever felt like this? Rafael was losing his grip in the experience of having Morgan drink from him. She had already been a gorgeous half naked young woman, but something about the feeling of having her feed from him pushed the whole situation into another realm completely. The hulking man was filled with a carnal lust and even let a low quiet moan pass his lips as her teeth sank further. In. By the time she finished feeding the angel’s mind was in a haze and his thick cock strained desperately and obviously against his pants. That brilliant red hair. Those soft beautiful wings. The perfect gentle curve of her form huddled up against him.Never in his life had Rafael felt quite like this. He’d been infatuated with his own mentor ages ago, but nothing had happened. Two special centuries had been spent with someone very special to him, but strangely he had never felt the intensity that seemed to exist here. He was sent to mentor this girl and before spending an hour with her all he could think of was sex.Rafael looked down as Morgan rubbed against him teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. He caught a glimpse of her panties between the remains of the jersey she wore and they were soaked through. She wanted it too. Suddenly, the angel shook his head violently and reasserted his vaunted control over himself. He picked up the half breed in his arms and carried her small form into her bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, the angel pulled a blanket over her. Whatever would happen between them it seemed wrong for it to happen now in this way. She was in her bed and she pulled at him desperately while he tried to pull away from her, to leave her there. ''Nooo....don't leave me!'' she whimpered, reaching out to him, the sun she felt her whole world would now be orbiting...He seemed unsure of what to do. He looked like he wanted to stay but was afraid. Of her?Morgan smiled, her eyes fluttering closed again, so heavy, her eyelids, she was so tired...''You want to be near me as much as I want you to...Just stay, lie here with me...tell me more about...what I'm becoming, have become...please,please...'' Morgan had a way of penetrating everything and seeing the truth and she was right. He did want to stay with her and do much more than that and that would normally be reason enough for the angel to walk away, but she was right about another thing. She was his responsibility and leaving her alone and confused would only serve to lead her down the path of corruption. He stayed.She moved over for him and Rafael sat down on the bed with his back against the headboard. Comfortingly, he placed a large arm around her smaller frame. Even just lying here with her like this felt so good. Would they feel like this when the effects of his blood on her wore off? The angel had to wonder.“To protect man from the forces of Hell and keep him on the right path, the father sent down some of his angels to live on earth. We call ourselves the fallen and hope by our actions here to earn our place in heaven. Your father was a Fallen, Morgan, and now you’ve inherited some of his strength and his legacy. You’ll have to feed from me until your body finishes adapting and can find nourishment other places, but we have a while to wait for that. I know you weren’t expecting this Morgan, but I can already tell this life will suit you well.”Without really thinking about it Rafael pushed some strands of hair out of her face. Her skin was soft and even that small touch made him ache with want. A shaky sigh escaped her at his touch. She actually shuddered, trying to control herself and these...urges...She absently rubbed her hand along his chest, her fingers had found a patch of hair beneath his shirt and stroked the softness of it...but then she blushed and let her hand fall to her lap...and beside her lap was his...She looked down at it and was sure she saw the outline of a huge bulge straining against his fly. It took most of her energy and self control not to reach over and unzip, freeing his monster and put it into her mouth to suck him off...Before she knew what she was doing she'd found her hand stroking the fabric there, once, twice...then she mumbled an apology and pulled her hand into her other one, clasping both to her chest as he pulled her into his comforting embrace. He began talking again and she tried to listen to his words and stop trying to touch him.It was all so strange. Just an hour ago she'd hated and feared this man, now she couldn't get close enough to him. She was tired and almost felt inebriated. Morgan knew she needed to find some focus before falling asleep and she should not,wouldnot fuck a stranger...no matter how tempting he was...Morgan bit her bottom lip and felt the scraping of the new elongated incisor teeth nearly break her own skin with their sharpness. She focused on that, and formed this observation into a question with cloudy difficulty as sleep tugged at her conscious mind. ''These teeth...they're for drinking, drinking blood, right? But, I mean, it's like vampires almost, only we're...angels? I don't get it. There surely isn't such a thing as both...''He chuckled and at first she was annoyed by the sense that he was going to mock her ignorance but she realized it was a warm laugh, just the kind a parent would do if their child said something adorable. He had been a friend of her fathers, after all. She supposed he looked at her as child like and naive. This both comforted and disturbed her simultaneously as she waited for his response to her query. All Raphael could do as her fingers lightly stroked his bulging pants was watch. He could see the lust in her eyes and wanted so badly to fulfill that need of hers. A dozen licentious images flooded his mind of what he wanted to do with and to her. The angel could almost hear his charge moaning and begging for more. That’s when Rafael snapped out of the haze of lust and pushed it back down deep inside him to fester. She was his student and it was his job to protect and teach her, not exploit her for his own baser instincts. He realized Morgan had found restraint as well bringing her hands back to her chest.Her innocent question held the naivety and intuition that Rafael was coming to expect from her and he couldn’t help, but give a light hearted chuckle. She put him so at ease it was almost frightening.“Vampires are angels fallen to earth just like us, but they’ve lost their way and become corrupted. The Wraths are what happens when one of the guardians cannot accept their role and let’s anger and spite overcome them. The difference between us and them is the difference between shadow and light, good and evil, and God and the Devil. I was so afraid I would drive you too that.”After his last statement Rafael stopped and stayed quiet. He hadn’t meant to share that much with her. He rarely shared much with anyone even his fellow guardians. To be open with someone who was essentially a stranger was unheard of for the old warrior and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Regardless of what the moment meant though he was glad to have her at his side right now. The warmth of her young supple form next to him was reassuring somehow. Morgan felt the understanding begin to sink in as she also let the aching exhaustion wash over her. Snuggling close to Rafael, the only thing in the world she felt connected to at this moment as her consciousness rose to float away somewhere in an in-between world of fuzzy thoughts and emotions, she fell asleep. It was one of those deep, delicious slumbers of the truly tired. Sunlight was creeping through the blinds when her eyes finally fluttered open. Finally, mercifully, Morgan fell asleep. Rafael left the newly winged half angel to sleep in her bed, certain it would be a bad idea to stay as much as he wanted it. He wanted to wake up next to her and bring her out of her dreams with a gentle this. No. It was best he leave.Instead, the large man slept fitfully on the couch in the living room. It wasn't that the sofa was uncomfortable, he had slept in much harsher environments, Rafael simply never slept well anymore. It had been more than a century since he'd slept through the night and it hadn't been good before that. He suspected it was simply a part of having existed on the earth for so long, but he couldn't be certain and had never asked any of his brethren. Sleep did eventually come though for a few brief broken hours.It was before dawn when the angel awoke. First he took apart the weapon he'd been given, cleaned it, and examined his ammunition and two magazines. One thing he'd liked about the old way was that when the angels had made a spear or sword it never broke. Guns were so unreliable if meticulous care wasn't taken in their maintenance. The parts of the gun were reassembled until it made a weapon again and it was slid into a shoulder holster hidden by his jacket. Rafael scoured his new equipment and used his phone to familiarize himself a little more with the world. If he was to train this girl it wouldn't do to attract the attention of every demon this side of the continent.The sun eventually rose and when the angel felt his charge he rested enough he entered her room. Her eyes were open."Good. You're already up. Get dressed. Training starts today."With that he walked back out and closed the door. Rafael realized the feelings of desire from the night before had quieted if not disappeared. He hoped Morgan had not had more of a change of heart than him.Rafael noticed one more thing different from the night before. A set of keys had been pushed under the apartment door. Snatching the keys off the ground, the angel looked out the window and smiled. Rachel really knew how to set a mentor up right. A heavy cruiser of a bike rested outside on the street. One way or another, this would be a good day. Annoyed, and with a gnawing hunger in her gut and aches in every inch of muscle on her body, Morgan slowly moved to sit up in her bed. She grabbed clothes without really looking. It seemed Rafael had no intention of waiting for her to shower first or had ever heard of breakfast.Morgan grumbled as she dressed in a pair of black jeans and two layered tops of purple tank beneath grey shoulderless sweatshirt with a bedazzled rhinestone skull up the right side. Her clothes were not impeded by her wings which seemed to fold against her body beneath them and become almost insubstantial, invisible to the human eye. She ran a brush through her long red hair and slipped on a headband with teeth that held her hair in place and kept the sleek band from slipping out of her smooth, ginger locks and sliding off of her head.Even though she'd only been about two minutes in getting up and ready he was still gone by the time she'd padded out of her bedroom, slipping on a pair of socks, hopping on one foot, then the other, to do so while still moving, and sliding her feet into a pair of black cowboy boots she found so comfy she wore them almost daily. Swearing softly under her breath Morgan stumbled toward the door he'd left ajar. ''What?'' she asked, not expecting an answer since he was so far away he likely never heard her complaining as she went.He was outside before she could even collect her thoughts. The light from the sun, low on the horizon, was painful and she squinted, stepping back from her door as she called after him, ''How do you DO that? Doesn't it hurt you?''He grimaced, then grinned, pulling a pair of trendy looking woman's sunglasses from the pocket of his jacket and tossing them at her. Morgan caught them in mid-air, her reflexes surprisingly quick now, even to her. She put them on and sighed as they seemed stronger than normal sunglasses and made the sunlight now reasonably tolerable. Although, staring directly at the sun still made her eyes tear and her skin felt itchy and a little tight in places touched by it. ''This reminds me of vampire stories. But, I haven't read much on angels.'' She commented.He was approaching a huge brand new, and very expensive looking motorcycle and she came a bit closer to him, locking her door behind her and putting her keys into her own jacket, a grey leather bolero. She didn't bother with her phone. It had not been charged since she'd gotten sick and nobody would call her anyway. Pointing to her exposed cheeks, neck, and forehead, she asked, ''Will the sun always hurt? Can it do any serious damage?''Her feelings about the night before and the strangely erotic urgings... her lusty behavior after having drunk Rafael's blood, all of those memories...made her feel ashamed and embarrassed. Morgan was trying not to remember much of what had happened during the night however one look in his face as he looked her up and down appraisingly and the embarassment returned again quickly. I can't believe I tried to touch this guy's dick!She thought to herself.His eyes seemed settled on her chest instead of her face and this was the last straw as she faught down the heat of a blush in her cheeks and she hissed, ''Hey, Asshole, my eyes are up here. I asked a question. Seeing as I seem stuck with you for the next few decades or so I would hope you could answer some simple questions. It's not every day a girl has her apartment broken into and some biker dude tells her he knew her dad, watches her die, bites her, and then makes her drink his blood...I didn't choose this. I'm trying to make the most of it. So, I'd appreciate you using some manners, bro.'' She asked a lot a questions. It was completely understandable, but Raphael hadn’t had to answer questions like these pretty much ever. He looked over the slender girl that had just the night before had filled him with such lust. He was not unattractive and in fact she had a certain unique beauty to her, but many temptations had crossed his path since he’d lost the woman he loved nearly a thousand years ago and none had truly caused even a second glance from him. It was strange. When Morgan called him out on his staring, the Guardian looked away. Even though she had misinterpreted his intent he still felt a little embarrassed. He decided to fill the moment with answers to her questions.“You’ve heard all these stories about vampires and a lot fewer about angels for one big reason. We’re doing our jobs and they aren’t. The fallen are charged with protecting the world from the supernatural dangers that humanity can’t handle, physically and otherwise. We’re charged with being protectors for people who need us without them ever knowing. Those of us that can’t handle the responsibility and stray don’t exactly see the importance in subtlety. There’s a physical change too though. Even the Guardians aren’t really supposed to be down here, but in spirit we are still close to God and that protects us. The Wraths lose the protection of God as they reject him and push him away. The sun is worse for them, but it can definitely hurt us both. Too much time spent in it for us is mostly draining, but for them it can do some serious damage depending on how lost they’ve become.”With the minor deluge of information passed along Raphael got on the bike. It reminded him of his time in World War II. He pulled a helmet out of the saddle bag and tossed it to Morgan before taking the other one. They weren’t likely to be badly hurt in a crash, but it was important to keep up appearances.“Time to go, little angel.”For all the terrible things mortals had created for themselves this machine was absolutely wonderful. It reminded him of a descent from the heavens, an intense journey that pushed the limits of their wings. Raphael ignored the speed limits and even past some officers of the law, but none seemed to see them. The city had certainly changed, but Raphael still knew the land. There were some caves outside the city that should have remained undiscovered or at least unused, and they would make a perfect training ground.When they arrived the large man with hidden wings got off the bike and stepped onto the arid soil. The entrance was a small sliver of an opening beneath a large rock, easy to miss. The entrance was small, but it quickly opened up into a large cavern with several branches going off of it.“Come on,” he encouraged his pupil without looking back at her. Then he got down on his belly and crawled low to the ground beneath the boulder and down into the earth. As large as he was Raphael barely fit the passage and it was always a welcome feeling to get out into the cavern. Morgan was likely to have an easier time of it. The next step was finding out where his new pupils talents laid. As out of touch with training a newly fallen as he was, Raphael knew not all angels were the same. He got to his feet and waited for Morgan to emerge, hoping she was ready to learn. The ride on this monster of a bike was fast and dangerous and more adrenaline rush than Morgan had felt in a very long time, probably too long considering her young age. He didn't even ask if she was ok once they stopped out in the middle of nowhere. Rafael just walked toward the caves as if he knew she'd follow. She waited by the motorcycle like an idiot for a full minute before finally giving in and realizing he wouldn't seek her following but she'd need to stick by him for a while until she knew what to do about who and what she was. ''Dammit, Rafael, where are you going?'' she grumbled, watching him drop down to all fours and then lower, belly crawling into the darkness of a hole in the rock wall.Tight spaces and darkness were not exactly Morgan's idea of a good time. She once went with a foster family (one of the long ones who'd kept her around for a few years) on a trip to Paris and was super excited to see the Eiffel Tower only to end up never making it to the observation deck because the employees of the monument kept cramming people into the little glass elevator which would get them there and she felt more and more tense and nervous the more people got into the thing.Just when she was being touched by tall strangers on all sides and she thought the lift couldn't get any fuller they shoved in another family, five extra bodies, crushing Morgan in the midst of a massive, immobile wall of stranger's bodies from all angles. She couldn't see or feel anyone she knew. She felt more alone than ever in that crowd and being so far from an exit she couldn't get out of was literally freaking her out! Morgan had screamed and sobbed until the people ended up all exiting the elevator and letting her out.Once she'd calmed down she realized her foster father had been right beside her all along and that everyone was looking at her as if she were totally bonkers. She'd felt really dumb, but also totally uninterested in trying again. She never saw the city of Paris from the Eiffel Tower. She'd waited down below with the foster father who'd been nice enough to decline and let the foster mom and the other kids go up on their own, saying he'd seen it all before when he was younger anyway.He'd bought Morgan her first cup of coffee that afternoon while they waited for the others. He told her about his college years and his semester in France. Morgan had a hard time picturing the bespectacled, greying,half-bald man as a young, foolish and cocky college student but she knew, of course, everyone had been young once. It was the first time they'd ever really talked on their own before. It felt almost like an awkward teen and her real dad would feel, almost, except Morgan never let her guard down so far as to really feel anyone was her real family. She wanted to make sure they all knew that she knew her place was just to the side, somewhat on the outside, happy to be let in for a while...the pound puppy... Her hands shook that afternoon as she tried to take sips from the cup and act cooler than she felt inside while she listened to her step father reminisce while she reflected on the episode from the elevator. She never wanted to feel so stupid or so afraid again. And, to this day she was not sure what had caused the panic attack, the crowding, the people......As she crawled into the hole, the darkness enveloping like a stifling blanklet of hidden ways to die...Morgan realized it had been the cramped space...Her breathing came in shallow peaks and falls as she tried to focus on crawling forward and down and not freaking out. Hearing Rafael's voice beckoning in the distance helped a little. At least she wasn't going to be crushed to death all by herself......As she slid down a foot or so, feeling very penguin-like, she realized the hole opened to a large cavern. Coming down to stand on trembling legs she looked back at the hole and the tunnel she'd just been in. It wasn't as long as it had felt when she was inside. Perhaps, she needed to stop freaking out so easily and start to trust this guy a bit more. ''We're in a cave...Is spelunking an angelic sort of pastime?'' She joked. ''May I ask what we're doing here?'' Just as it couldn't seem to get darker, it finally began to get lighter. Not sunlight, but the natural light of the cavern. The cavern they were entering was huge, the top of it darkened still, but a light luminous throughout the cavern allowed for them to see."Here we train." He said quite simply as he looked back at his protege. "We tend to work better during the night and in the dark. Course finding a god place to do certain things can be problematic, thus we are here. No one around, no one to bother us." He looked at her, studying her for a second. He finally asked a simple question. "Except for what?" Morgan shrugged, she didn't know really what she was being asked. ''What would bother us here? Other Fallen or something?''She didn't like the mysterious attitude he had around him. ''You could just explain things to me and not make me have to guess, you know. You don't seem very accustomed to talking normally. Do you Angelic types not talk much? Was my father this, ''(douchy?) She thought but at the last second said instead, ''...aloof?'' She asked, not saying what she was actually thinking. That this was just a tactic to scare her into letting him hold all the power in their relationship.As he led her into the darkness she could see it actually wasn't all that dark once her eyes adjusted. The mineral composition of the wall seemed to luminesce a little bit with the passing of them. When she reached out to touch the wall it left a blue-green handprint for about three seconds after she took her hand away. She did this with her finger now, painting glowing trails on the wall which dissappeared after seconds passed. ''Cool! I think it glows with heat from our bodies!'' Morgan exclaimed.Rafael nodded as if he knew that already and this was child's play. Again, she found herself shrugging. There was more on the walls, carvings, crudely drawn people, animals...and something more...''Those figures...They look like they have wings, like us...'' She traced glowing lines with her fingers over the ridged edges of the carvings, seeing it better the more she focused. ''Who made these?'' she asked in a whisper. She felt like she was seeing something more important than she initially realized. Rapheal thought on it for a moment. "How is it you say, truth is in showing, believe what you see, proof is in the pudding? So many cliches, but the truth is still there, people can talk all they want, but sometimes they need to see to believe."He snaps his fingers and suddenly he was simply gone. "Now as for why we are here, there are many reasons for that. One so we are not disturbed, by anyone. Two so we are not seen, this would be difficult to explain would it not." His voice seemed to be coming from the very shadows themselves, completely surrounding her. Sounding in her ear sometimes light a light caress or distant as well, almost an echo.He seems to walk out of the shadows a few feet away from where he was before. It is difficult to say, "Hey, shadows are your friends until you really see it. So yes, sometimes information will be a bit slow in revealing. Besides have you ever taught someone something without a handbook, it isn't like everything is written down with cliff notes."But he finally does look up at the walls. "Well handbook no, but there is some history up there." He begins to walk along the pictures and finally points to one. "That is your father." It was crude but yet artistic, the one Raphael pointed to was carved using a bit of perspective, so he was larger than the other winged people in the picture, and the details were more discernable....Waves of long hair seemed to blow back from his face as if windblown by the force of this angel's descent toward the fore of the picture. He was muscular, his build classically masculine, triangular, with broad shoulders and chest and rippling stomach muscles which made her cringe to imagine she would find attractive had she not just been told this beautiful creature was a relation of her's. Her father had definitely been a looker. She leaned closer to look at the face. Morgan could make out the shape of his lips, remarkably like her own, and his straight nose, the eyes were carved in such a way they looked as if they followed the viewer wherever they moved. It was hauntingly beautiful and yet disturbing simultaneously. There was no color in the picture save for some black charcoal or paint, maybe dried blood with something else to make it darker...''It's really a depiction of my father? What color were his eyes and stuff?''Morgan turned to face Raphael and added, ''Someone once mentioned to me that my mom had red hair, like me. But, I never got more information when I asked for it. I don't know anything about either one of them. I know I killed her... Nobody knew why she wouldn't stop bleeding. They tried everything but she still died about twenty minutes after I was born. Sometimes...sometimes as a kid I thought I had dreams about her. I don't know if anyone really can remember as far back as their own birth but I had some dreams, really vague, fuzzy ones, where I can remember parts of her, her face, a bit blurry, her nipple...I think she must've fed me once before she died. I think I even knew her voice...but...well, even if I imagined it all. It felt pretty good as a kid to think I could remember my mom a little. But, I don't know anything about him, my dad. What was he like?'' Raphael pauses as he thinks how best to respond to talk about his friend. "Your father was ... quite the man. He was worth knowing." Realizing that didn't really say too much he points to the next picture. "You see how he is drawn a bit bigger, larger than life. That was him. He was the hero in the story, that is just how he was.""That is why there are pictures of him. People liked him." He walked from picture to picture, showing each one, telling the story of her father. "Quite charasimatic was your father, men followed him, women liked him."He points to one picture, the larger man holding a sword surrounded by the dead. "But never cross your father, as he would say, "I have no problem making you the nail to my hammer."Raphael seems to be wanting to tell her something else, but he lets it drop, moving on to something else. "Wise was your father as well, you heard of Solomon I'm sure, your father." Morgan nodded. She reached out to touch each picture, the blue-green lighting of the minerals in the rock followed her fingers as they traced the images, adding to the impressive vision each panel made. ''Solomon,'' She whispered. Her voice slowly rose from her, softly, but still echoing a little in the chamber they occuppied as she spoke, ''I think I heard some tales here and there...one of the boarding schools I went to was a Catholic one. There were so many stories. I didn't really remember or believe in them and the nuns made it hard on me because of my resistance...but he wasreal...wow!''Raphael told her some more about her father and his good deeds but seemed to be holding something back. Morgan interrupted, ''Did you ever meet my mother? Or had you and he parted ways before then?'' she asked, absently, she rubbed her stomach which ached as it was still adjusting to using angelic blood as an energy source instead of the food it was rejecting yet craving simultaneously. She was so hungry, or thirsty, yet trying to ignore it. She wasn't ready to give in to a blood thirst so soon. ''Am I really unusual, a hybrid?'' Raphael closed his eyes as Morgan asked about her mother. He took a deep breath as he looked at her, noticing how much he looked like her mother. "Yes, I knew your mother too." He looked around at where they were at, "but this isn't the place to talk abut her. She liked the sun too much to talk about her down here."At her second question, he had to think how best to answer it, "Not unusual, just rare." He finally said. "They tend to not ... live forever." He finally said. "It is different for them, living as they do." As he was looking at her, he could sense her hunger, "Are you getting hungry?" Morgan bit her lip, unsure of how much she wanted Raphael to help her solve the problem of her hunger. ''I am...but, I still don't want blood. Why do I have to drink your blood? I don't want to.'' "Think of blood like mother's milk to a newborn. Given time and you won't always need it, but right now you do." He think on it, "You can wait for awhile longer if you want, but the longer you wait, the more you will think you need."He thinks how best to explain it, "Ever watch CSI? The episode where the guy eats himself to death. Because he always thought he was hungry. It is like that with you right now, if you wait too long, you will always think you are hungrier than you really are.""As for why blood. It is the essence of life, one of the closest that you can get. So it is what you need to eat at the moment." Morgan sighed heavily. Leaning on the wall she stood across from Raphael and stared up at him. ''So, how often should I be drinking then? What should I do...'' She stepped toward him and then hesitated before reaching out to him. Her stomach growled loudly as if to announce to both of them uite ademently what IT thought they should do about it. She bit her lip again, looking up at Raphael as his eyes seemed to bore into her's now, reading the need there quite clearly. She blushed as she admitted aloud, ''I am hungry. How should I go about this?'' she asked. Raphael shook his head as he heard her stomach rumble. "You've waited too long, you need to not wait until you are ravishing." He raised his hand, looking at the wrist, "you'll need to eat better this time." He tilted his head to side, exposing his neck. "You'll need to take from the neck, the blood from their will be more replenishing to you, and I'll have a bit of control over being able to stop you." He knew how dangerous it would be, but he also knew that is what needed to be done. Morgan took another step forward, into Raphael's space, ''Do you think...'' She watched the vein in his neck pulsing and her thirst made her mouth begin to salivate. ''Do you think it will happen again...the way I felt?'' she asked, trying to put the horniness as delicately as possible. She was not proud of how she'd acted the night before. Still, there it was, the blood pulsing and waiting for her just beneath his skin. Embarassingly enough, she heard herself moan softly as she watched him get close to her. She could smell his scent now, and it was delicious...With a brief hesitation, she moved to wrap her arms around Raphael and he seemed alright with the contact so she got closer and a bit more comfortable before bending her mouth toward his neck. .. Raphael wrapped his arms around Morgan as she began to go for his neck. He could smell her hair, feel her body as she arms surrounded her. Instinctively they went towards her ass, but he raised them slowly to be around the small of her back. He briefly closed his eyes, but that proved to be too much, he would never be able to concentrate on anything, if he did that. As she came in close he finally whispered, "Yes, but simply be strong and you can overcome it." He wanted those words to be true, but he knew how difficult it would be. One typically did not fight the urge, it was easier to succumb to it, but he simply couldn't, not with her. The teeth sharpened and descended with that same itchy twitch she'd felt before only this time it didn't take her as much by surprise when it happened. Morgan inhaled his scent deeply before letting herself sink into the bite, the teeth, tongue, and throat knew what to do without her really trying to control them. The rush of fluid entering her mouth was sweet and rich and she shut her eyes, savoring it before swallowing and feeling her body already beginning to energize with each fresh swallow and surge of fresh angelic blood. The feeding went on longer than she imagined. Morgan was still thirsty when Raphael peeled her off of him and she was, wrappped around him now, even their wings were intermingled. She groaned in disappointment as her rapture over the taste of his blood was interrupted by his physically detatching. His voice was rough yet soft when he spoke, as if he was himself being shaken from his own dreamstate. Morgan hadn't caught what he'd said.''What?'' she murmured, the sound of herself echoing in the underground chamber they were in. Her hands reached out for him. She wanted more of him, more of his taste, his smell, his body against her's...''Raphael, don't make me stop. I don't want to stop!'' She whimpered, her hands wandering his large frame had made their way beneath his shirt, rubbing his tight stomach and chest with her hands quite insistent and possessively. Her mouth sought a connection with the vein but he had moved so she instead kissed whatever flesh she found, base of jawline, chin, lips...''Mmmm...'' Mmm, lips...Her hungry tongue quested against his soft lips, seeking entry... Raphael moved without really thinking about it. His arms wrapped around her, his wings furled with hers. Finally he had to pry her off of him, but as she kissed his lips, he realized things may have gone too far. First her hands were everywhere touching him. He wanted to reciprocate, touch her back as well. he fought to keep his hands at her sides.But then she began to whimper and want more. Her lips began to kiss her body,until finally they found his lips. He paused fighting the urge, but her tongue was finally able to slide into his mouth. Her lips tasted so perfect, her tongue was just the right texture. His own tongue pressed against it as even still he tried to fight the urge, but she smelled so good. Her lips tasted so sweet, he began to return the kiss, pulling her in closer to him, wanting to give into her desire, his desire."No, no, we can't." He is finally able to whisper. Morgan felt the sting of rejection acutely but refused to be put off so easily. " We can," she urged. "Why do I feel it so strongly unless it's right?" She challenged, engaging Raphael in more deeply passionate kissing, so deeply engaged in this activity, so distracted with each other they didn't even notice the approach of an uninvited third party to the secret cave... Raphael was finally forced to concede. He returned the kiss passionately, losing sight of everything else around him. His hand along her back, pulling her in closer to him. His tongue finally entering into the kissing, as it slides into her mouth. Tasting her as it tugs against her own tongue. His other hand squeezes her firm ass.So lost in the kiss and fantasizing about what would be coming next, he failed to notice anyone else entering the cave and approaching their sanctuary.

New Blood Ties to Heaven (Closed for Erlind & me)

IAs OOC

Welcome to the IAs, Identified Anomalies, Out of Character thread. Here you are welcome to manifest your favorite sitting furniture, decorate with your favorite sideboards, and find all of your favorite nourishments and sustaining beverages. May the fountain of Mountain Dew flow ever sparkling, and may your snack bowl never empty, though you gain nary a pound. Welcome and find our additional threads available.IA's IC thread ( *Toasts everyone with surge and orange juice*Kampai! The party has re materialized at it's new location.Can people help me figure out what parameters to build my character around? Will try to repost my characters over here today. Ok strangely enough thought we had a character sheet page....apparently not.So new GM do you want to do one or do you want me to just recreate Brian / Martin my own way and send them to you??What exactly are you looking for? Stats / No Stats Power Levels, etc. That is a good question. I have to rework my female character and drop the guy from the last one. I am looking for conceptual heroes, more than statistics. Please give me ballpark ideas of powerlevel, as well as available weaknesses and such. I believe that as we made our concepts, we applied via PM to the other game, and entered the game with no understanding of each other's powers outside what we made public. Do we have a gender spread yet? Give me a bit and I will get a character sheet up.Sorry the Superhero geek in me wants to do this. I will put up what I think works for us and the boss man can adjust it from there.If that works for everyone.PLAYER'S NAME: GannameadeREAL NAME: Brian Damien JohnsonCODE-NAME: PhaserGENDER:maleAGE:19HEIGHT: 6'1"WEIGHT: 240 lbsHAIR:BlackEYES: Light brownNATIONALITY:African AmericanSEXUALITY: HeteroFACE CLAIM: Taye DiggsDESCRIPTION: Appears to he a Black male, 6'1, 230# Solid muscle, Looks to be 22-26 years old due to thin moustache growing in. He has a barbed wire tattoo on arms. He wears black clothing most of the time, black boots, and sunglasses.PERSONALITY / STYLE: Cautious, Self-Reliant, and Calculating. Not really trusting has been isolated for a while being a mutant for a long time. He has been locked up on the farm for almost a year now.KNOWN POWERS: Electro-Magnetic Energy Control: (Power Stunts: Light, Heat, Magnetism, Gravity, Sound, Radiation, Radiowaves)Electro-Magnetic Energy Emission: (Combo blast: currently two per day, as it is linked to his health.)Energy Absorption – able to absorb various forms of energy and convert them to energy, health, endurance, strength, agility –(Hides most powers under this one)Total Memory- able to recall anything read or experienced 30% of the time. Effect is cumulative.*Body Transformation: Any type of energy he can currently control.*Energy Solidification: Able to make solid constructs out of the energy he is currently transformed into.*Hyper-Speed - able to run 360mph without tiring, when not in his powered form.*Starred power are the ones in development or hidden powers that the character knows that the Farm is unaware of currently( TALENTS:Martial Arts: Kenpo, Tae kwon do, Guns, Oriental Weapons, Computers, Physics- EM Spectrum, Military Etiquette, Spanish, ActingWEAPONS/EQUIPMENT:Nothing out of the ordinary, just personal affects. Can generally get some of anything into his backpack. (Very Boy Scout-like, verging on pack-rat.)OTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:TBDHISTORY:The man who would become Brian was a military brat, having traveled around the world with his mother, who was a military Colonel. He was given special treatment at times. In truth he didn’t know who his father was, he heard rumors about the man being an agent, involved with a secret military project. He didn’t take any of this to heart. When he was about 13, all of that change as he seemed to flare out of control in his room, transforming to light and appearing naked outside. He landed in the swimming pool when he transformed back. He ran into the house, the door gave way under his speed and new found strength. Brian realized something was happening to him, he realized from reading what had happened. There was no denying the truth. He did what he could to learn, reading voraciously now to make sure if nothing else. The repercussions didn’t come back on his mother. He had no idea that he was being watched, later hunted.He began studying physics, energy and wavelength specifically. His thought processes were spot on as he went through the varying degrees of self training. He had learned quickly some of the things and effects he could do, some from reading some from watching physics videos. When it was all said and done he was done fairly adept with his abilities, he could always learn more or further, but in truth the world could no longer wait. Just as he was about to go out and do more, he was captured. His mother was inform his powers had overloaded and he needed to be watched. That was 8 months ago now he seems to be stuck being at some farm. He is now trying to seek away out!(Just an idea, comments, changes welcomed.) That is quite an array of powers. The ones I've been looking at aren't so diverse or strong. Curious to see what Chajesdad thinks of that power level so I know what I should be shooting for.Heh. I was also pondering an African american male of about that build. :) Still wanting to know more about desired erotic content in the story to determine what gender will be more interesting. Well if it is powers you need help with I can help with that.I generally play mostly Black males. Once I get the ok on powers, etc. Thinking of change FC since this is a new game and all.Not everyone is...extremely happy at being a part of the baby factors so they aren't going to give up all they know. lol I need absolutely know help finding my own powers, thank you. I'm just working to get them on par with the game power level.(I also wasn't complaining about the similarities in appearance. I hope you didn't think i was. )I wasn't sure if the guys were supposed to be working with the program or not (maybe with girls who weren't so willing?) If so i would default to playing a guy, but if its mostly interaction with our environment and our captors--and friendly interaction with each other--i'm more likely to put together a girl.If we're only doing one character each, that is? NP. Just asking.Will let the boss man decide, I had two last time since we had more women then. Good premise.It was a combination of working against the man, environment, own agenda.My character was trying to escape...mostly...ended up being interested in one or two...but didn't want to be connected and have that 1/2 be used as leverage against him to stay/obey with the program. But things change. So I think I’m going to drop down to one character ether Sam my male/female fire/ice person or Sarah my female that can more herself to what she touches I think one character will be easier to manage with all I got going on So..."My name is Marisol Moreno."( are my best friends, Mateo and Pablo:( are coqui—a kind of tree frog you can only find in my home—Puerto Rico.My father fought in the wars before I was born. The coqui taught him how to find peace after that terrible time—lying on the porch—or on the beach—during the rain and listening to their song. I learned from my father—the peace that comes from solitude, the music of the raindrops, the song of the coqui. Many people love bird song, but birds sing of war, a warning and challenge to any who would try to claim their tree. The coqui sing a love song.Father fought in the war He taught me peace, but he knew that peace came at a price, so he taught me to fight as well. Occasionally we went to the rifle range, but there is no music in rifle shot. He took me to the beach, where we danced the jinga with the caporia masters.The coqui taught me to love music. Mother taught me to sing. I've sung hymns with the choir. I've sung little pop concerts at beach parties. I've sung classic opera at the university.All these things are keys that make me me. That's not what you want to know about, though, is it? You want to know why I'm here, in this wilderness prison deep bellow the earth where military scienists study us like aomeba under a microscope. They want to know the same things we want to know—what are these powers? What can we do? Where do they come from.We want to know ourselves and each other, they're different. They want to make us into weapons, and our children a new generation of weapons.I was starting to gain my power before the earthquake. I learned in peaceful solitude that I wasn't' alone. I could extend myself. I could join my mind, my heart, even my perceptions with the coqui. In waking dreams, I would fly across the tree branches in the body I shared with one of my friends.The earthquake wasn't really as powerful as it seemed. It only triggered the devastation, not caused it. Rising sea levels washed earth out from under San Juan bit by bit, 'til parts of the city teetered in a lethal balance.When the earthquake struck I was across town visiting myabuelitaThe tremors tossed me out of the hamock and I landed lythely in the grass. Twenty seconds into it, though, the true catestrophe struck. For a dozen blocks around, Saun Juan began to sink into a sinkhole seven soccer fields deep!I was sliding intot he depths of the earth. The house started to fall on me. I leaped 37 meters to clear that colapse. Then I saw my screaming grandmother scrambling out of the window of her house just beofre it toppled fully into the dephts of the earth. I leaped again, back they way I'd come. I took her on my back and tried to get out. I leaped againa nd again. I clung to sliding walls, past screaming people swallowed up by the darkness. I got my abuelita out, and then I went back into that hellish pit. There were coqui in there. They could get out on their own, if they survived the catastrophe, but they couldn't help the humans. (or the dogs, or the cats.)I could.And they showed me where the ones were that I could help.Despite the fear of the empowered that had reached our island, I was considered a hero by many.Since the wars, we hadn't been an American teritory. It wasn't so much a rebelion, or even an abandonement, as that we'd just lost the resoruces to be aprt of each toher.The day after the quake, an American air craft carrier motored into our harbor. The whole city froze, fearful that we'd be reincorporated by force. Bullhorns came out. An admiral introduced himself and announced that his orders were to offer relief. That he had 500 beds available in the hospital and hundreds of thousands of gallons of clean water.Cheers ent up across San Juan and beyond. Our allies of old had returned, and they were our savoirs.I can't single out America for fear mongering over the empowered. Every military power on the planet wants to weaponize us. I don't regret my homeland finally becoming the 51st state of the USA.But here I am.I'm not going to stay here, though. When it's time to go, I will leap, and I will climb. I will sing hypnotic songs. I will strike my foes with resonate vibrations that can shatter bones. My two friends will show me my foes. Anyone who still tries to stop me will learn what it's like to be kicked by a girl who can leap across a soccer field. PLAYER'S NAME: Tenshi the Muse of Fire (Muse)CHARACTER NAME:Marisol MorenoCODE-NAME: Rain SongGENDER:femaleAGE:21HEIGHT: 5'10" (All leg.)WEIGHT: 170 lbsHAIR:Chocolate brown going honey gold in teh sun. Sometimes she heighlights this with a little blodn dye.EYES: BrownETHNICITY:Hispanic (Puerto Rico)SEXUALITY: Bisexual and curious. Still a virgin but hardly inocent.FACE CLAIM: Charity CrawfordDESCRIPTION: PERSONALITY / STYLE: Spiritual, compassionate, and courageous. Proud of her culture and religion, but neither fanatical nor pushy. Musical. Loves singing and dancing. Hasn't been locked up nearly as long as her peers, so she is less jaded about escaping. Doesn't intend to let her persecutors off the hook, but also doesn't resent people at large for it. (The worst she ever thinks of the everyday people who let this happen to her is that they're sheep. Normally she's finds the term "misguided" more appropriate.)KNOWN POWERS: Physical capabilities emulating the coqui frog: She has physical prowess well beyond the human norm--especially lower body strength!--Climbing: Marisol can only describe her ability to adhere to walls and even glass as purely supernatural.--Leaping: Marisol can jump great distances--perhaps even further than her prodigious leg strength can reasonably account for.Sonic Projection: Marisol's powers combined with her musical training and spirituality allow her to create a variety of effects by singing, crooning, chirping, and operatic screams. Her best known effects are short term emotional influence, hypnotic trances thatcanbe used to plant long term hypnotic suggestions, and attacks based on focused sound that can deafen, bludgeon, and shatter. Note that lighter modern armors can be ineffective against many of these effects.--Psychic Connection with the coqui frog: The limits of this ability have not yet been tested--or even pushed. She can share telepathically share kinesthetic processes with that specific species of tree frog. In Puerto Rico this has allowed her to create a sensory collective hundreds of yards wide, even sharing 'processing power' with this collective in order to properly perceive it all at once. Having left home with only Mateo and Pablo to share this ability with, she believes her friends have actually become more resilient and even regenerative from their closer bond. TALENTS:Martial Arts: Caporia, General Athleticisim, Music (Voice, drums, birimbow).Langueges: English, Spanish, and a bit of portugese.WEAPONS/EQUIPMENT:2 Coqui familiars. BirimbowOTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:HISTORY:"My name is Marisol Moreno."( are my best friends, Mateo and Pablo:( are coqui—a kind of tree frog you can only find in my home—Puerto Rico.My father fought in the wars before I was born. The coqui taught him how to find peace after that terrible time—lying on the porch—or on the beach—during the rain and listening to their song. I learned from my father—the peace that comes from solitude, the music of the raindrops, the song of the coqui. Many people love bird song, but birds sing of war, a warning and challenge to any who would try to claim their tree. The coqui sing a love song.Father fought in the war He taught me peace, but he knew that peace came at a price, so he taught me to fight as well. Occasionally we went to the rifle range, but there is no music in rifle shot. He took me to the beach, where we danced the jinga with the caporia masters.The coqui taught me to love music. Mother taught me to sing. I've sung hymns with the choir. I've sung little pop concerts at beach parties. I've sung classic opera at the university.All these things are keys that make me me. That's not what you want to know about, though, is it? You want to know why I'm here, in this wilderness prison deep bellow the earth where military scienists study us like aomeba under a microscope. They want to know the same things we want to know—what are these powers? What can we do? Where do they come from.We want to know ourselves and each other, they're different. They want to make us into weapons, and our children a new generation of weapons.I was starting to gain my power before the earthquake. I learned in peaceful solitude that I wasn't' alone. I could extend myself. I could join my mind, my heart, even my perceptions with the coqui. In waking dreams, I would fly across the tree branches in the body I shared with one of my friends.The earthquake wasn't really as powerful as it seemed. It only triggered the devastation, not caused it. Rising sea levels washed earth out from under San Juan bit by bit, 'til parts of the city teetered in a lethal balance.When the earthquake struck I was across town visiting myabuelitaThe tremors tossed me out of the hamock and I landed lythely in the grass. Twenty seconds into it, though, the true catestrophe struck. For a dozen blocks around, Saun Juan began to sink into a sinkhole seven soccer fields deep!I was sliding intot he depths of the earth. The house started to fall on me. I leaped 37 meters to clear that colapse. Then I saw my screaming grandmother scrambling out of the window of her house just beofre it toppled fully into the dephts of the earth. I leaped again, back they way I'd come. I took her on my back and tried to get out. I leaped againa nd again. I clung to sliding walls, past screaming people swallowed up by the darkness. I got my abuelita out, and then I went back into that hellish pit. There were coqui in there. They could get out on their own, if they survived the catastrophe, but they couldn't help the humans. (or the dogs, or the cats.)I could.And they showed me where the ones were that I could help.Despite the fear of the empowered that had reached our island, I was considered a hero by many.Since the wars, we hadn't been an American territory. It wasn't so much a rebellion, or even an abandonment, as that we'd just lost the resources to be a part of each other.The day after the quake, an American air craft carrier motored into our harbor. The whole city froze, fearful that we'd be reincorporated by force. Bullhorns came out. An admiral introduced himself and announced that his orders were to offer relief. That he had 500 beds available in the hospital and hundreds of thousands of gallons of clean water.Cheers went up across San Juan and beyond. Our allies of old had returned, and they were our saviors.I can't single out America for fear mongering over the empowered. Every military power on the planet wants to weaponize us. I don't regret my homeland finally becoming the 51st state of the USA.But here I am.I'm not going to stay here, though. When it's time to go, I will leap, and I will climb. I will sing hypnotic songs. I will strike my foes with resonate vibrations that can shatter bones. My two friends will show me my foes. Anyone who still tries to stop me will learn what it's like to be kicked by a girl who can leap across a soccer field.() Wow!!! Damn I like!!! *Grins and bows* Thank you very much. I'm extremely pleased with this and glad to have been able to put a new character together for this instead of refitting an old concept. No she is definitely going to bring all the boys to the yard!!!;D I like da froggies n.n PLAYER'S NAME: Lady AvacynREAL NAME: Elyon DanversCODE-NAME: AegisGENDER:femaleAGE:25HEIGHT: 5'7"WEIGHT: 190 lbsHAIR:Sandy blondeEYES: HazelNATIONALITY:CaucasianSEXUALITY: HeteroDESCRIPTION: An average sized young woman with a toned form. Never really considered curvy, or voluptuous, which has been a source of insecurity for her.PERSONALITY / STYLE: Self-conscious, and often seeming unsure of herself in social situations. Her style often comes off a bit undefinable, preferring a cute jacket with whatever she wears regardless of the weather.KNOWN POWERS: Fluid Form: The ability to take on a liquid form the consistency of molten metal, without the heat.Living Armor: Solidifies into a protective bio-armor for an ally, capable of withstanding a fair amount of damage.( TALENTS:An artist, specializing in watercolor and pencil and ink.WEAPONS/EQUIPMENT:Nothing other than her clothing.OTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:TBDHISTORY:Elyon's mutation wasn't natural, in that whole evolutionary sense. She spent her life staying out of the way and keeping her nose in sketch books.Her hopes for a normal life after being accepted into the graphic arts program at her local university were dashed when she got snatched off the street and subjected to a battery of horrific experiements.Initially they left her a pile of formless goo in a test tube. It had taken her a full year to figure out how to manipulate her form enough to escape, eventually discovering the extent of her new powers, and reclaiming her human form.After discovering that she was capable of becoming more than just a puddle, but using this molten form to protect others, she took on the name Aegis. She would be a shield for those that needed it. And helping those that wished to protect the weak. Poor Aegis! She's awesome, though. (Sexy too.) I really admire her attitude. it takes a lot of strength to keep your compassion after something like that! Lady is pretty awesome at playing her character. She is very pretty, we will probably change how she feels about herself soon enough. ;) Thanks guys. And you can call me Avacyn. Or Av if it's easier for you. And I figured she had to have some kind of resolve given that her power really isn't that kind of out there smash you in the face type. Anyone can swing a sword, it takes true bravery to be a shield. I am sorry, the two posts I began, seem to have gone unfinished and therefor have not been submitted to you. My apologies. Brian, I never knew the true power level of Brian. He is quite impressive. I don't see this as being the standard power level game where we balance and commit. I see it more as varied power levels and skill sets. I will limit character submission to two per player for now. I will keep my two characters as well, and will offer their bios soon. Becca and Bin shall be rejoining us in this endeavor.Elyon Danvers is hot and impressive.Mateo and Pablo are the supreme familiars that I have seen in a long time. I love the concept behind Marisol.I truly look forward to a collaborative effort.I have a few questions coming in private mode about the characters and welcome feedback on Bin and Becca as they are posted for your perusal. I'm loving all this positive feedback on Elyon. Thanks guys. Last RP she was kind of a mess... But then so was I at the time. If we are doing 2 then I will bring Martin back, but I will change the face claim for him though, feeling a bit different with him right now. So just as a friendly reminder I am dyslexic. So if I’m online for long periods of time I’m try to full read and understand what going on or trying to make my writing readable. It doesn’t always happen but I do my best. I’ll be posting my character “sheet “?? Soon. I’m really sorry for the wait. It is ok. We haven't started yet. Quote from: Sillykitty1995 on 10-11-2018, 18:59:55So just as a friendly reminder I am dyslexic. So if I’m online for long periods of time I’m try to full read and understand what going on or trying to make my writing readable. It doesn’t always happen but I do my best. I’ll be posting my character “sheet “?? Soon. I’m really sorry for the wait.Take your time!I know our Storyteller is frequently overworked and will benefit from a slow, steady paced story.If you ever need me to parse down my posts to be more readable please let me know. And I'll be extra careful with spelling and typos here. :) Thank you for understanding guys. Hopefully Muse I won’t need you to do that. I hope not too, I just know i can be ridiculously wordy. :) Replies to the questions are coming along, and I am encouraged by the feedback, I am sorry that I have been slow on submitting my bios, as they take a bit more time in construction and family has taken more of my time than usual. Not that you can expect me to neglect my family nor will I apologize for spending time strengthening my family bonds. I use it as my excuse, and I use it with relish for it is true. Please understand that you are on my agenda, and we are crawling along (which is better than the perceived standstill). I shall keep you posted. Nope I get it. You are fine. Enjoy family time always Priority!I am needing to work on mine as well so I get it!Still here, we will get started soon enough. Looking forward to it. LAYER'S NAME: Sillykitty1995REAL NAME: Samantha/ SamualNIKE NAME: SamCODE-NAME: ?GENDER: Female and maleAGE: 23HEIGHT: (Female)5,6 (male)5,10WEIGHT: (Female)155 (male)HAIR: Sandy blondeEYES: BlueNATIONALITY:SEXUALITY: Bisexual (virgin)DESCRIPTION:( / STYLE: so sam’s personality kinda split like ever thing else about them.KNOWN POWERS: (Samantha) power over ice and some not all water(non salt water)also creat ice and withstand it.(Samual) power over fire can also creat fire and with stand itCan change genderTALENTS: cooking/baking, painting, making things, crocheting(he learned in memory of her)OTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:Sam powers are completely emotion based. If into much turmoil powers won’t work at all.HISTORY: Samual use to run a small baker and cafe with his once best friend Samantha and her family.They were Geary close friends almost a couple. He worked a few side jobs random odd jobs on top of helping out at the bakery. Usually simple task he never asked anything in return really. But most people would pay him for his work. After a morning of nonstop baking he went out a did some of his odd jobs. That day he was to wall 3 of their neighbors dogs. Then go pick up ms.Hensworth’s dry cleaning and help Kevin paint the inside of his new apartment. And still have time to get his flu shot and get home to clean up the shop. After getting his flu shot he headed straight to the shop we’re he found his best friend cleaning up. He found him self rather tired and warm as if heat was radiating off of him. He tried to shake it off he had been feeling fine all day till now. He made his way over to her when he collapsed in front of there gas stove burners. Knock one on but not quite lighting it. He felt like he was melting. It wasn’t till Samantha came running to his ad that he realized he basically was. (His body was breaking down at a genetic level unknown to him)He felt like he was losing consciousness and everything was becoming hazy. Her ice cold hand touched his face. Her hand began to melt and mold in to him. (His body trying to find extra cells to rebuild) she screamed in pain. She tried to get up and stumbled turn on the stove and setting the gas that had been building up into flame. Samual’s body took form again (the fire helped stabilize him) and he could see now that he was out of the haze that his wife was hurt he try to get her out of the fire but by doing so he had sealed her death. He try to get her to there walk-in freeze the bakery had. But it was to late her burns had killed her and she was gone. The fire department find her in the freezer holding ashes and crying and while surrounded by ice. That’s all I got for now sorry I’ve been super busy I like looks good to me. I will try to put Martin up a little later. Maybe tomorrow. Just getting off work for tonight and beat!!!( FC.any preferences??? I would go with both, since you had a harder edge with Brian, I would say the top for Brian and the bottom for Martin. LOL....I...I hadn't thought about that. I was just thinking Martin....but now!!!Dang. Ok. Wow!!!Ok...I will work on my My Martin with 2 new FCs.... Thanks. ;D So just curious how many characters do we have now. Oh! I feel teribly sorry for Sam! Does s/he have any of memories of being being Samantha? Or does s/he just try to keep her alive by emulating her? So no she has no memory of her once self but he does. So in their female form he try’s not to look at reflections the pain still bothers him. All she really knows is the once knew each other tho they may share the same body their memories are split. But others wise they can both think togas one now thow samual avoids it he also almost always refuses to talk about the past. But he is coming to pice that she has passed and what’s left of her is his memory and a shell of her but not her. That is going to be interesting to play. PLAYER'S NAME: GannameadeREAL NAME: Martin Anthony MitchellCODE-NAME: PrimusGENDER:maleAGE:17HEIGHT: 5'1"WEIGHT: 210 lbsHAIR:BlackEYES: Green - shiftingNATIONALITY:African AmericanSEXUALITY: HeteroFACE CLAIM: Donnell Blaylock Jr.DESCRIPTION: Appears to he a Black male, 5'11, 210# Athletic, Looks to be 24-29 years old due to thin moustache and beard growing in. He has a lion tattoo on arm.PERSONALITY / STYLE: Not very self assured, he is skillful but not very confident. He has hurt some people by accident so he tends to limit his powers to his own body rather than the area around him. He has been locked up on the farm for almost a year now.KNOWN POWERS: Elemental Manipulation/Transformation: Primary for is Weather Elemental:The other four are subforms yet to be developed:Weather Control: Atmokinesis - control and manipulate the various aspects of theWeather( mixing water, ice, fire, earth, air, and lightning/electricity.• Electrokinesis - control, generate or absorb electric fields and shoot lightning bolts.• Electrical Absorption - absorb electricity.• Electric Mimicry - transform entire body into a lightning-like being of pure electrical energy.• Electroportation - teleport with lightning/electricity• Electrical Speed - Running with lightning/electricity image• Elemental Awareness - Able to detect the flow of elemental energy, down to the minute connection between the four elements.Heightened Physical Structure – His current body is hyper adaptive to the point he is 5x a normal human without his powers. Speed, strength, endurance, agility, senses, intellect.Powers to be developedAble to manipulate and control the properties of the four elements assuming the body type there of (currently must be in that form to manipulate that element He can control two but it is currently draining):Air(• Air Generation - create or generate blasts of air.• Deoxygenation - suck up all the oxygen from a place.• Lung Adaptation - breathe anywhere.• FlightEarth:( • Geokinesis - control, manipulate, create, generate and reshape or shape earth/rocks/stones. Similar to that of major storms.Fire:(• Thermokinesis - create, control and manipulate heat. Water:(• Water Generation - generate water.• Hydroportation - teleport across short or long distances through liquid water.*Starred power are the ones in development or hidden powers that the character knows that the Farm is unaware of currently( TALENTS:Martial Arts: MMA, Karate, Electronics, Japanese, Spanish, Biology, Blunt weapons, Motorcycles.WEAPONS/EQUIPMENT:Nothing out of the ordinary, just personal affects.OTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:TBDHISTORY:Martin found out about his mutation the hard way, not public but his mother wondered. With his father gone, he started to go through changes just before his 13th birthday. He set his room on fire once, fell through the living room floor, flooded the basement and found himself stuck to the ceiling a couple of mornings. It took some time for him to come to grips with his nature. He did what he could to learn to control his abilities and even with his physical transformations his area control was lacking. He was happy to think he wasn’t going to be alone when he was seemingly drafted for the program. He had no true idea what all they wanted him to do. When he wasn’t allowed to go home, he was worried. Call home, he became nervous, when they cut off visitors…he knew this was not what he had signed up for. The rose colored glasses came off and he realized he really was now the prisoner if not test subject. This definitely wasn’t the Xaiver’s from his comic books.(Just an idea, comments, changes welcomed.) Hey y'all, lemme know when we get started. I, once again wish to offer my apologies for the delays. I have yet to post my characters for review and discussion, also with the holidays I have little time to take care of these things and my family. I will make a concerted effort now that Thanksgiving is over, but not sure if we will be in a position to kick off before Christmas has passed. I have a mid-term graduation that takes a considerable amount of my time each year occurring on the thirteenth of December this year. I understand that doggone life.NP I get it for sure. Ditto With great appreciation to Muse and a stolen char sheet format from Gannameade, here are the long awaited character sheets for my two characters.( NAME: ChajesdadREAL NAME: Becca Rebecca KreigerCODE-NAME: SelkieGENDER:Female exclusively and sometimes maleAGE:24HEIGHT: 6'3"WEIGHT: 245HAIR:by choiceEYES: by choiceNATIONALITY:New England Conglomerate of the United AllianceSEXUALITY: FACE CLAIM: DESCRIPTION: modified periodically by choice, her natural form and design is that of a moderately overweight woman of considerable bust and stature. Curvy is weak, she is plush.PERSONALITY / STYLE: Often falls back on her bully-girl antics, she is insecure in herself and her place, she doesn't like bullying, but she does not like hurting others either as she would have to do to defend herself if they thought they could push her around.KNOWN POWERS: Molecular Mastery of self --Through structural change she can alter her physical organelles to do wonders, including but not limited to enhancing strength, durability, adaptability to environs, poison creation, dart or other small weapons made from bone, complete chemical and disease immunity (due to the fact that she can just isolate the infected or chemical disturbance).Prehensile Hair, Extendable (20 feet) TALENTS:Medical Doctor (Surgeon)Masters in Bio-mechanics with a minor in ZoologyActing (Bullying is a favored role, though she has learned from observing animals the role of body language for communication)Fishing Commercial and deep sea)Swimming (a natural in the water)BoatingDrivingCooking (proficient +)Sewing (Proficient +)Brawling (Animalistic combat as she may incorporate wings, a tail, stingers, or other animalistic organelles)WEAPONS/EQUIPMENT:No specific weaponry, though that is just a matter of time.Her red peacoat, a gift from the family.OTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:HISTORY:Raised by her grandparents upon the family fishing boat, Rebecca Harrigan was held to high and strict religious standards. Her parents were con-artists, running scams alliance wide culminating in a capture after a particularly lucrative Florida gator ranch scam. While celebrating their gains (in excess of 4 million) the mother in a pique of drunken anger was captured beating a post office box with a pipe. Later she led them to her husband before she sobered.Rebecca Harrigan first manifested powers at the age of 8 while swimming off the boat as they harvested box jelly-fish in Australia. She absorbed enough jellyfish stings to become poisonous herself by contact. She suffered no ill effects including irritation from the stings. Soon to be discovered she was a metahuman. Due to her powers defense (the gathering and processing of ingested compounds, isolation of anything that would harm her, and expulsion when capacity was reached via natural processes, breath, sweat, urine, spit) and her religious orders insular nature she hid this power and withdrew from people. She bullied people to keep them away due to a lack of control in the release of toxins gathered. At 18 during a makeout session with one James Dawes (18), the famous and respected runningback of their high school team, she expelled chlorine gas into his lungs. Thinking she killed him, she ran away, but was identified and captured as an IA. Having spent the last 6 years in a test facility and her last location a factory farm, she now finds herself being given the shaft. Here is Bin 47 as well.( NAME: ChajesdadREAL NAME: Bin 47CODE-NAME: ???GENDER:MaleAGE:19HEIGHT: 5'8"WEIGHT: 115 lbsHAIR:Dark BrownEYES: Steel greyNATIONALITY:Lab ratSEXUALITY: Sex??FACE CLAIM: Colin MorganDESCRIPTION: PERSONALITY / STYLE: Locked in his projects, once he is brought out is willing to help others for any reason especially if he has not done it before, though will not put self at risk if he can see how it would risk him.KNOWN POWERS: Electrical Manifestation -- can create from his health electrical discharges on par with a tazer.Electrical Resistance -- As a defense his power naturally conducts unwanted electrical discharges in a circuit above his skin, though this often looks like a collar when Arc is upon his shoulder.Electrical Boost -- Can actually boost his stamina with small doses of electricity. Though not indefinitely. Four days is his current (pun intended) max, before shorting out.Electrical Control -- can tap local electrical sources for construct creationElectrical Magnification -- can amp electrical charges though this takes considerable concentration, though surprisingly little stamina.Electrical constructs -- Can draw electricity from outside or inner sources and create intelligent constructs in up to (3 forms, squirrel, wolf, and condor sized hawk) semi-tangible, but obviously electrical shapes.Ride Constructs -- Under a trnace-like state he can ride the senses of his electrical constructs as they traverse the electrical systems or move through freeform air.(Eventually I see him having electrical birds and golems, and being able to read memories, by activating and reading the impulses within the brain.) TALENTS:Skilled with machineryGrew up in the system, three other facilities under his belt.Skilled with electronics, with the aid of Spark, can actually program simple to moderate systems.WEAPONS/EQUIPMENT:Huh?OTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:TBDHISTORY:Bin was raised from a bubble, until his powers manifest later. As his power began to grow, they chose to move him to the breeder colony. An understanding of circuitry, his ability to observe from the electricals, his ability to manipulate programs from the inside, and his electric wolf and hawk, round out the power sets. Though as a man, he was only able to benchpress the bar, and he could barely pace out the interior of the yard at a jog before becoming winded. So I might be a bit slow to respond for a bit sorry. Unfortunately ran in to new health problems. Hopefully I won’t have to have surgery to fix this one she said hopefully. I’ll do my best to keep you posted. Thanks for the heads up. Do wish you the best!! Sorry to hear that life is a bit rough. Please know that we are praying for you, also hope things get better for you soon.Alright my peeps! Give me some feedback on the characters. PM out in the open I am not worried. Should I clarify anything for anyone here? I have been trying to offer feedback and suggestions with the characters I have seen. Most have accepted the thoughts and a few have argued for their conditions. I welcome challenges to my guys as well. Becca:You don’t think she is old for this group?Medical Doctor – General – 26-28 y/o Being a surgeon, master in Bio-Mechanics too?Only thing I would suggestion was to give her hyper-intelligence / Enhanced Memory to justify the extra skill to ignore the time issue so she wouldn’t have to be as old.BinI like he overlaps a bit with Martin but that is fine, different aspects they might be able to teach or learn from one another???Might make them good friends to have that in common. Beautiful, ok, as far as Becca's education: Becca was raised on a fishing vessel, and the granddaughter of Menonites. A strong belief in education their high school education only carries through their Sophomore year or 10th grade, though their education level is equivalent to many freshmen college level classes. Having been raised on the ship, there was little opportunity for her to play, as such much of her joy came from exploration of her power since she was eight. Biomechanics, is something to show a focus on organ structures that she has been researching since she discovered her ability to alter her form. And her surgeon status a necessity to return her body to the correct structures. She is 24 showing an early enrollment with plenty of prior research and understanding coming into the programs, though only shaving 2-6 years off the normal time frame for the average student.I don't want to provide her enhanced memory or mega-Int, as she is not that intelligent, just tenacious. Though her human mimicry ability is under developed as she has focused on animal modification of her base form.Bin does have a few overlaps, primarily sensing, though he is nowhere near the power control of Martin for discharge. He is more likely to manifest a tazer discharge, contain it, amp it and manifest a construct out of it, than try to attack someone with his personal electrical displays. Especially as he suffers when he manifests his personal electricity. He can only contain, amp and manifest constructs out of external electrical sources. He cannot work it into a lightning bolt or even tazer. And truly his only enhancement from electricity is stamina for long nights of research or projects. Their projected paths are dramatically different as well.Now if we can see these as appropriate, we can set these concerns aside, or I can modify. I just want you to see that there was a thought process here to justify the statements. If there are still issues, I can bump her age a trifle, or cause her mastery of self to add Idetic memory, though I feel that diminishes the accomplishment I envisioned with her. Part of her self-confidence outer shell is knowing that she has done so much in a shorter time. Ok then I would leave it for her.I still think Bin being an electrical brother would be pretty cool but I see the difference.I am good. Eager to play. I believe that all chars have been submitted, and reviewed, I open the thread with a bit of description from the descending elevator. Huzzah! Bumping a bit here, since still awaiting entries from Bin, Martin, Samuel/Samantha, and Marisol. Just bumping for politeness sake. I know, Bin is mine and I was hoping to awaken him as one of the last since he probably has the weakest constitution of everyone here, just by their all being much more athletic than he. Apologies for the long delay. I'll try to get in soon.By believe one of the gals wanted us to send her a PM when we started? I have and she has posted her entry, but thank you for the reminder. NP I will wake Martin up too then. Hey y'all how's it going? pushing a bit for activity. Wanting to make it into the scene soon. Am waking Martin ASAP!! Hi hi!Sorry for the slow start. It's been a strssful week+! No worries I l know the feels I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas and happy holidays Merry Christmas y'all A merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Merry Christmas and God Bless us, Everyone!! Ok, curtain call everyone. Hip hip hurrah!And tag, who's next? Someone who is not chocolate is up next. O8) huh? I meant Someone who is not a chocolate hero is up next. O8) Hay guys sorry I haven’t been around in a while. Been going through a lot I’m hoping thing will be settling down soon but I fear they my not. One little one just turned 2 and the other at 5 months and teething. I’m working full time and moving and am now having serious thyroid problems. Unfortunately I have really had any really free time and tho I would love to write with you all it seems I would not have an efficient amount of time to write with all of you. Maybe at a later date I’ll be able to join or work something out at a later date. I am truly sorry to hear that you will be missed and welcomed back as soon as you are able.*hugs* Hurry back to us and know that you will be missed. I understand how little ones take the necessary time to help them and a full-time job as well as other responsibilities can kill a schedule. Please take care of yourself and your family, Kitty. We'll be here when things calm down a little. :) Ok, guys, I can see when something just doesn't have the supporting interest. I will seek another opportunity for some superhero stuff and perhaps do a system game with that idea. Freeform has not had alot of success with me, though I would probably use the Hero or Marvel system when I build again. Have fun. No hard feelings. Just closing this game. NP. I love the Marvel system so if you get something off the ground let me know. ^_^;; I can show you several. Marvel I don't know the fine details on, but I've played a little with. I love Mutants and Masterminds and Hero. Aberrant from white wolf has some appeal too.Sorry for my contribution to the petering out. See you in coming times. No worries. I haven't really been feeling the rp scene lately so I wasn't likely to make any great contribution to it in the long run anyway. *hugs* Sorry to hear that. I hope your muse finds you soon.

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A package (Kililia & downhomeguy)

Demetrio Cortazzo became a made man at the age of 21, he quickly took the role of the head of the family and reclaim the territories they lost the few years before. The other family learn early to fear him as he left a trail of dead bodies to any families/gangs , whoever that dare try to over step their boundaries or simply cross the line.Almost two decade since he began focusing on other matter that would expand the businesses and contracts, now that all had been completed he began thinking of settling down.He began looking among the families and lady suitabe to be a life companion for him. One person came to mind Amalia Angotti, youngest female of her family, she went to a good catholic school and just started to partake in gatherings/parties. Recently her father came into trouble with a rival that compete in the sales of weapons causing financial losses.After a week of thorough research he decided to contact her father Alfredo Angotti and spoke of merging by marriage to his youngest daughter which would profit them both.He was informed by the father, his daughter was raised modern way and might not accept to marry him and take the role of a wife and mother to his children as she enjoyed her freedom. It was agreed that Demetrio Cortazzo would personally inform her of their engagement for good of their people in exchange she move in right away with him and cut her off from her family for 2 years so they could bond as a married couple.Alfredo Angotti eagerly accepted the arrangement for the family to merge in exchange of his daughters hand in marriage. It was agreed, she be send over to his home on false pretense. A personal delivery which consisted, once informed of their engagement , she live with him as his wife after he makes her sign the papers. Which be followed by a ceremony wedding for all the family knows of their union.**A week later**Amalia Angotti arrived at the address she was given and wondered why her father insisted she deliver this envelope in person. She was unaware the envelope contained her own marriage document ass he made her way to the door. She followed the butler to the office as the butler announce her arrival. She thank the butler as she walk in the office: " You must be Mr.Demetrio Cortazzo...my father ask me deliver this for you...." *walks over to is desk and place the envelope on the desk before she turn to leave* Over the crackling of the logs in the fireplace, and the scratching of his pen on paper, Demetrio heard the doorbell ring and muffled voices growing closer. Or one voice...Marsden, the damned butler that came with the house. He would never miss the opportunity to lecture someone on the various paintings on the wall, the Ming vases lining the hallway, and anything else he could think of to make himself seem like more than just the person who ran the house. He was exceptionally good at running the home though, and even better at keeping the inner workings to himself, so that bought him enough credit to get away with his smarmy attitude.Three knocks. Always three, "as a gentleman does," Marsden claimed. Demetrio set his pen to the side, closed the book, and slid it into a panel hidden in the desktop. "Enter."As Marsden announced the late-night guest, Demetrio watched as she entered and made her way over towards his desk. He had seen photos of her, naturally. Both candid family shots that her father had provided, and grainier pictures that had been taken by the man sent to watch her. Now she looked...nervous, maybe? More like scared. The way she clutched the envelope in her hand, he wondered if she knew what it contained. As she deposited it and turned to leave, he stole a quick glance at her form from behind before slipping the contents of the envelope out and looking at them.Without glancing up, he addressed her before she reached the door."Surely your father has taught you more manners than that, Ms. Angotti." Amalia Angotti had glance inside the envellope that was not sealed before arriving. She manage to read enough to know its contact and combine with what she witness this week between her parents. She realize her father had made arrangements for her to married to another family. It was her worse nightmare come true and worse of all, she suspected it was with Demetrio Cortazzo a feared man and for good reason. She told herself as long as she could leave his house before he open the envelope, she could flee and not have a discussion on the matter.She force herself to turn to force a nervous smile; ...of course...i apologize...i have other important matters to attend to, mr.Cortazzo....*gulps* "I am sure you have much more important matter to attend to then a messenger such as me...*stood before him in her blue dress and small heels, her long raven hair place in a messy bun as she stared at with with dark midnight blue eyes...she slowly began to walk backwards towards the desk as she apologize* " Well, feel free to call my father for other information..." *heads towards the door as quickly as possible while trying to act natural. Thinking to herself, how the hell could this be happening when she was heading on date with another guy she met at school* Tucking the contents of the letter away and putting it to the side, Demetrio stood up and made his way around the end of the desk. As he walked, he rolled the sleeves on his crisp white dress shirt up to the elbow."You would be surprised at the things I have time for," he mused with a smile."Do you hear how quiet it is?" He cupped his hand behind his ear to reinforce his point. The only sound in the room was the sound of the fire crackling and popping. "People assume that this life I have chosen...the life your father has chosen...is one of chaos, disorder. The truth is, a good leader can maintain order and peace. Disorder is essential to a lot of what we do, yes, butother people'sdisorder. That's how we survive."He had slowly crossed the room, until he was not standing directly in front of Amalia. Close enough to see her dilated pupils, partly from fear and partly from the dim light in the room. He could smell the perfume wafting off of her, see the individual strands of hair that hung loose from her bun."I live my life by a few simple rules. Amongst them are that no good deed goes unrewarded. And tonight you've delivered some very important paperwork to me. For that, I insist that you at least have a drink with me."Swinging his arm to the right, he motioned to several armchairs and a small bar set by the fire. Amalia Angotti found herself memorized as he took control of the situation without a sweat, it took a moment to realize she was no longer trying run and now was face to face with him. His words make her shiver as it dawn on her, how dangerous he was...it was like staring at a cobra. She swallowed hard as she was screaming to herself to run and not look back but knew it was to late.Force a smile: " i really should be going.... " *sighs as he seem dismiss what she was saying and offered her a chair.* " sure, why not..."*She began to head to one of the arm chair , sat on the one closes to the iron hooks in case she needed a weapon. Slowly sat down as she looked at him and started wonder, if he knew she was aware of the document. " I dont tend to have drink with my father business partner....you know...i can give you...my father's e-mail and he can contact you...*trying to turn the conversation t anything else as she fear he want to talk of what was inside the envelope* " i can come later...we can set up a location or something " *thinking of anything to get her to leave without sounding panicked or aware of the real situation* Moving behind the chairs and to the small bar, Demetrio turned over two glasses and placed ice cubes in them. He smiled at her naive comments."Oh, I'm perfectly able to contact your father should I need to speak with him, Amalia."He would come running if I so much as snapped my fingers, regardless of what he was doing, he mused to himself. "But you're here now, and I see no reason why we can't have a perfectly pleasant conversation."Turning back around with two glasses of bourbon, he selected the chair nearest to Amalia and handed her a glass. Sitting down and looking at her, drinking in her form, following the curve of her leg from her ankle up to the hem of her dress. Taking a sip from the glass, he smiled and relaxed against the back of the chair."You look very nice tonight. Did you have other plans, or did you dress this way just for me?" Amalia watches him carefully walk around as he make the drinks and returns to her side, force a smile as she tries to act as casual as she could: " Thats sounds wonderful but as i said...i have prier engagement...this...delivery was asked last minute or i would of made more time to spend with you. When she actually thought, she would of run the other way if she known earler, got on a plane and vanished. She took the glass praying he did not want to talk of the marriage contract that was inside the damn curse envelope.Her small hands running down her dress,playing with her hair as nervous habits, looking down at her dress hard as she was thinking a way to leave without sounding rude. She might not know much but she knew he was a dangerous ma that was feared by powerful people for very good reasons. Glance up at him, smiles: thank you...i had plans ...still do...which is why, i should be going...*places her drink on the small table beside her as she got up*: " its was a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Cortazzo ..." *feeling the urge to leave before she fainted* He smiled, watching her nervously fidget before trying again to make a hasty exit.So she couldn't help herself and peaked,he thought as she turned and moved towards the door. While Amalia might have been aware of what was in the letter, she certainly wasn't aware of the fact that Marsden had locked the door from the outside, as he often did, in the name of privacy when something important was going on inside. It could be unlocked from a panel under the desk, of course...but she didn't know that either.Draining his glass and standing up, Demetrio's long strides put him behind her in a matter of seconds, just as she found the door locked. Towering over her from behind, he slowly slipped his hand around her waist and leaned in to whisper in her ear."I'm not entirely convinced that your father did teach you any manners. Simple things like how to be a good guest in someone else's home."He inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating scene radiating off of her."And not to go through envelopes that are not addressed to you." Amalia quickly tried to open the door only to panick as she found it locked, before she could ask him to open the door. She gasp loudly as his hand around her waist, freezing up as he spoke. She though to herself, it was much worse than she imagine it would go, her heart was pounding to loudly she feared he could hear it as he inhale her scent. She summon all her courage as she pushed his hand away and turn to face him, her voice trembling " i have no idea...what your talking about...please open the door...or...i...i will call the cops" *To his own amusement, it was obvious she was a horrible liar* Demetrio laughed at her threat, thinking for a moment he may need to sit back down to regain himself. He could see the fire burning in her eyes, interspersed with fear."And tell them what," he asked, spreading his arms wide. "Let's assume for a moment that the officer or officers who respond are not amongst the vast number of men in this city who are in my pocket. What then? That I put my hand around your waist?"Stepping towards her again, he ran his hand across her lower back and over the smooth material hiding the shapely curve of her posterior."Who would believe that accusation, especially when the documents that you've already saw fit to lay eyes on proves that you, my dear, are destined to be my wife." Amalia glares as he dare laugh at her, jaw drops as he mention all the cops that work for him. She turn beet red as she realize he was right and sounded silly, cross her arms and looks away annoyed. Gasps as he boldly touch her as if they were a couple, opens her mouth to tell him to remove his hand but pales at his statement. Shove his hand away ans she back away panicked: " You insane, we are not...i am NOT your wife...i signed NO papers and i will NEVER acknowledge you as My husband, Ever...Now open the door...or..or...i will call the cops and...and...and...say your holding me against my will..." *visibly shaken in the situation* " I swear...you even think of of...touching me and...my b/f will kill you....! *she ope he did not see through her lie, after all she was on a date but not officially dating* "You're absolutely correct," he said suddenly, walking back over to the bar and pouring another drink. "You're not my wife. I want you to take a moment, and think about what you're giving up."Sitting down, he took a sip and waved spread his arms around the room."This house, everything that it contains, from the art to the servants, could be yours with just the stroke of a pen. A life you couldn't even imagine, all with just one little signature."Looking at her over the rim of his glass, he smiled."Should you choose not to marry me, then your father would be deeply upset. We both know that he has wriggled his way into a bind with some very dangerous people...people who could make his life, and yours, a living hell. I want you to consider that."He paused, letting everything sink in. Taking another sip, he rested the glass on the arm of the chair."And if you think for one moment that blond-haired, blue-eyed, scraggly teen that talked to you three days ago and asked what you out to dinner tonight could get within a hundred yards of me, you severely underestimate my power." Amalia looks at him nervously as he sat down and looked back at her, she hated at how relax he was around her but then again he was in his house and had her where he wanted.Roll her eyes as he mention the house and servant: " I have never been the material kind of girl....you have to do better then that... " * her smirk vanishes as he mention the men that her father was having issue with and knew that was true. Her father could no longer sleep since they cross path with his competitor who happen to be a mad man and even offer to not be ruthless for a night with her.She look back at him, shocked as he mention her date: " Don't you dare threaten Johnathan, he has done nothing to you! You have no right to hurt a hair on his head! " *she hated how he knew so much of her and she only knew of his name and reputation* " I can not marry a man i do not love and even less ...a man i never met till today..." *runs her hands over her dress nervously* " Your insane! Completely insane! I be fine marrying you if your find sleeping with any woman except me ....even less have kids..." *thinking to herself , she didn't save her virginity for this arrogant bastard.....she had plan Johnathan be her first, he was so wonderful, romantic and just all round perfect boyfriend. But she had no plan to tell that to Demetrio Cortazzo* "You're right, your little 'boyfriend' hasn't done anything to me. He would be insane to even try. Remember, though, that you're the one who brought him up."He had known the conversation wouldn't be easy. He and Amalia knew, however, that she had very little say in the matter. Despite what he had to offer a prospective wife, he understood her hostility. However, he also knew that here was a slew of women who would throw themselves at his feet...and in his lap...to be given the chance that she was."Besides, we both know that he isn't the one in any real danger. It will be your father, your mother, and last of all, you, should this deal fall though."Staring into her eyes, he motioned towards the desk. "The envelope is just there, on the left side. Bring it over here." He pointed to the small table between the chairs and in front of the fireplace. Amalia curses knowing he was right , she did the mistake to mention him . She hated how right he was , she might want to rebel but no way could she be the cause of her parents death. She walk over to the desk,grabbing the envelope and walk to him as she toss it in his lap angry. Honestly she wanted to throw it in the fireplace but she could not do that since so much depended on it. She suddenly blur out: " Why!?! why the hell would you accept to be married to a stranger like me!?!? why can't you take a percentage off the profit in exchange of protection and leave me the hell out of this stupid deal!?!? I dont know you and honestly , i dont want to know you...I have no wish to marry a crime boss and bare fucking kids that gonna see their dad in jail ! That not the life i dream of as a kid! I know its easy for guys but i can't fucking marry and sleep with a guy i just met! "I don't consider you a stranger, Amalia. Rest assured that before your father and I agreed to this, I learned far more about you than I would have if we spent all day talking."Opening the envelope and unfolding the contents, he lay them on the table and placed a blue pen from his pocket on top. Standing, he slowly circled the chair."I'd like to think that in time you'll get to know me, and see that I'm not the monster you somehow take me for. Ironic, especially considering that you seem to have no such delusions about your own father."Moving behind her again, he ran his hands across her hips, intertwining his fingers over her stomach and pulling her back against him."But for now," he whispered into her ear, "all you have to do is sign the paper." Amalia gulps as he inform how much time he spend to know of her, it frightening her , how far he went to know his woman.Watches him open the envelope as her hear was pounding as fear was into her veins.Gulps as he pace the pen over the stack of papers, which would make her his woman. She didn't know much of anything when it came to him but one thing was sure, he would never allow her to make him look weak by letting her divorce him.She look up as he mention her father, looks away as she realized her father was just like him, She ran her shaky hand along her dress in hope to hide the fact she was shaking. She was so distracted that she did not notice him move behind her. She gasp as she felt his finger intertwine over her stomach, gasps as he pressed her against him. She tries to pull away: " ...let me go...i do not love you...so i can not marry you...and i am taken anyways!" He held her tight to keep from pulling away, one hand on her waist and another drifting upwards to cup one of her breasts. She was so small and weak compared to him, she had little chance of being able to break free...either physically or mentally."We both know that's a lie," he whispered, referring to her comment about being taken. "You can marry me, and we both know you have no choice in the matter."He took a step forward towards the table, moving her along with him."You can drag this out as long as you'd like, but you will sign it eventually." Amalia eyes widen as he held her tight and grope her so boldly, she hated how small she felt in his grip, her heart racing as he spoke: " please let me go....i can't marry you...i won't... " *panic as he moves her towards the table, she curses as she could not seem to break free of his hold on her: " stop it..please ... there has to be another way...please...let me go...*wishing her b/f was hereto defend her from this man. The idea of being his woman terrified her as she struggle desperately* You want another way,he thought, still holding her against his body as she squirmed.So be it."Do you like history, Amalia? I've always been fascinated by it, particularly the Middle Ages. One interesting fact is that traditionally, the wedding ceremony was not the event that actually bound a couple together. It was the wedding night."Holding her waist, he shoved her on the back so that she doubled over and landed with her hands on the arm of the chair. Running his hand across the curve of her stuck-out posterior, he could feel her trembling under his touch."Since you won't sign the paper, we'll have to do it the old fashioned way." Amalia pales as he gives her history lesson: " stop please....don't" *struggles to escape * " i swear, i'll sign the papers...just let me go...i beg you...i dont want it like this!! " *pleaded as she struggle to break free of his powerful hold* Holding her down with the hand on her back, he watched as she struggled."You had your chance to sign the papers. I gave you more than enough reasons, and plenty of time to do so. But despite how nice I tried to be, you refused time and time again."Reaching down, he put his hand on the back of her thigh and slowly slid it up her bare leg, feeling the raised goosebumps on her skin underneath his palm. Grasping the hem of her dress in his hand, he pulled it up and draped it across her back, exposing her panty-covered ass. Palming one cheek in his hand, he gave it a squeeze. He could feel his cock straining against the front of his slacks. Running his hand between her legs, he pressed his fingers agains her crotch."Just think of how easy it could have been, Amalia. You've got no one to blame but yourself." Amalia gasps at his touch: " Please...please...i'm sorry....i wont defy you again...don't please" *Cries out as she felt the hem of her dress rise, cries as she couldn't break free: " I'm sorry...please...i dont want my first time like this...i beg you...."*whimpers at his touch, shaking her head as she prayed and begged him* " Why you doing this to me?!?! Please i am not ready to do this..." *cries at the idea he would deflower her like a common whore was killing her inside* "I want to believe you Amalia, I truly do. But how can I, when all you've done tonight is resist me? This was all for your own good, and you were too blind to see that."He could feel the heat radiating off of her crotch through her panties. Hooking his fingers in the material, he pulled them off of her hips and down to her knees."Regardless of whether or not you want to sign the paperwork, tonight you will become my wife." Amalia whimpers as she did not want it be done in such a place, pales as he believe it was for her own good. She gasps as began to remove her panties: "Please stop! please...if you plan to take my virginity as i ask is...it be done in the master bedroom...please...." *prays he accept as it buy her some time to think of a way to escape from him.* " Please it all i ask as a wedding gift from my husband..." "There will be plenty of time for that later," he whispered. "But right now, let's see how much you enjoy another gift that I have for you."Releasing his grasp on her, Demetrio unbuckled his belt and released the button on his slacks. Slowly untucking his shirt and opening the buttons one by one, he looked at her bent over the arm of the chair and reflected on how lucky he was."I know this probably isn't how you imagined it, Amelia. Just remember that it didn't have to be this way. You had a choice." Amelia pales at his statement: " nooo please...let me go...please....*the moment she feels him release his grip, she kick the chair leg from under her forward making them both fall. She elbows him in the gut and roll out and she grabs the vase and throws it out the window. Take a start run to jump out the window.. Her sudden attack on the chair, and the ensuing fall, knocked the breath out of him. So much so that her elbow to the stomach did little to further incapacitate him. Struggling up from the floor he heard glass shattering, and saw her make towards the window...but wearing high heels, she was significantly slower than she needed to be.Reaching out, he wrapped his hand around her ankle and felt her weight shift forward, taking her down onto the floor. As he stood, he pulled her across the floor towards him."You just don't know when to give up, do you?"With one hand squeezing under her arm tightly, he lifted her off of the floor and shoved her towards his desk. In all of the chaos, her panties had some off of her legs and were laying crumpled on the floor. Picking them up, he balled them in his fist and moved quickly behind her. Reaching around, he forced them into her mouth to muffle any further cries for help. She screamed as he grab her ankle and tried to kick him on to end up drag under him: "Let me go!! You sick son of a bitch!! *spat in his face defiantly.Curse as he lifts her up, wince as she lands on the desk: go to hell!! I will kill you if you touch me, get ...*eyes bulges as he gags her . She kicks and tries to claw him, as she fought to escape her fate to being claim as his woman. Holding her down with one hand, Demetrio used his other to pull down the front of his slacks and boxers. His thick cock sprung free, glad to be out of its confines. Putting both hands on Amalia's waist, he held her down on the desk and kicked her feet apart. Stepping between her spread legs, he used his hips to guide his cock underneath her."This isn't how I imagined things going Amalia, but frankly you've left me no choice."He could feel his cock sliding along her pussy. Lifting his hips and guiding hers by his hold on her waist, he felt the tip slide into her and lurched forward, burying his entire length into her with one thrust. Her tight walls protested, but he felt them stretching and giving way as he filled her. Amelia hisses at him as he easily pins her down on the desk, her heart pounding in her ears as she heard him undress. Her loud panic screams muffled by the gag. Struggle in vain as he held her arms back, panic as she felt him parts her legs. Shaking her head as she tries to scream for help as he spoke, god she didn't want him to be her first and last fuck of her life. Her eyes bulges as feels the cock press against her, her body tensing up ensuring a tight entrance. Screams i agony as she felt the head of his cock push into her till it pop inside her, tears streaming down her cheeks. Throws back her head as she screams at the top of her lungs into the gag as he ram inside her. She almost black out from the pain, going limp as he was impale deep in her pussy. His cock and balls now stain of her innocence as proof she was now his woman,soon mother of their children. Demetrio smiled as she screamed, her sounds muffled by the wad of fabric shoved into her mouth. He held her tight until she went limp on the desk, he feet barely touching the floor. Holding her tight, he slowly moved his hips back and forth, working his cock an inch in and out of her at the time. He groaned as her pussy slowly stroked his cock."Mmm. I knew you would be tight baby. I've had my share of good pussy in the past, but yours is perfection."Slowly drawing his shaft out until only the head remained, he leaned forward and felt her squirm in his hands as he slowly stretched her out."Something tells me this won't last too long," he whispered. "Don't worry though. We have the rest of our lives to make up for it." Amelia winces as she felt his tight hold on her , digging her nails on his desk crying under him. Oh god he felt so painfully stretched, tears filling her eyes as he slowly slid in and out her tight pussy. She hates how he spoke of perfection as he took her innocence against her will on his desk. Her small sharp cry muffled as he slowly stretch her out, clawing his desk helplessly. Her eyes widen in horror as she didn't want him to cum inside her, she reach back trying to shove him back to pull free weakly. Panicking under him as she tries to crawl off his enormous cock in tears as she didn't want him to in pregnant her for her first time with him. She might not know much of him but doubted highly he ever let her run away while pregnant with his child. He could feel her squirming underneath him, writhing to get free but powerless to free herself from his grasp. He sped up, thrusting harder and more rapidly into her and pushing her body into the desk. Grunting as he bottomed out in her over and over again, he could feel a familiar feeling welling up from deep inside.Suddenly pulling out of her, Demetrio lifted her from the desk and put her down on her knees, turning her around to face him. He could see the tears in her eyes, her makeup running down her face. Hooking his finger through the material stuffed into her mouth, he pulled it free and grabbed her hair in his hand. His thick cock bouncing in her face, he lifted her head up to look at him."Finish me off. Show your new husband how much you love him." Amelia screamed helpless as her husband pounded in and out her raw pussy, her tears blurring her vision, she fear what was coming ahead. Gasps filling him suddenly pull out , hisses as he force her in another possiting. Coughing as he withdrew the gag, hisses loudly as he grabs her hair. She open her mouth and and began suck his cock , in his moment of distraction of pleassure she went to bite his cock off... He groaned as she opened her mouth and his cock disappeared down her throat, her lips massaging his shaft. He knew the moment of truth was close at hand. Looking down, he could see a strange look in her eyes; a look of determination, one that shouldn't be there. As his hips pulled back he felt her teeth dragging along his shaft, growing sharper with every inch. The tip of his rod popped free from her lips just as her teeth snapped together. Twisting his hand to tighten the grip on her hair, he jerked her face up to look at him."You must have a fucking death wish." Amelia curses as she miss her chance only to hiss as he pulls back her hair, glares back defiantly: " Are you sure, you don't? " *snaps her teeth as she promise bite it off next time and have him bleed to death* " I will never bare you a child and be your woman...." *She refused to stay in his mansion as his wife, she was determine to run away the first chance she would get .* " I will never acknowledge you as my husband! and i will abort any child that is conceived by you...!" *spats in his face. With the little strength she had, she plan to make him back out of their engagement in fear of her threats * Using his free arm, he wiped his face on his sleeve, and jerked her head up higher, yanking at her hair."You've got a lot of spirit, Amalia. It's a shame you can't channel that into something a little more fitting to your station. We can discuss that later; for the time being, I intend to finish what I started."Shoving her to the floor by the hair, he stepped over her and turned around. Kneeling on either side of her, he pinned her to the floor with one hand and lifted her hips with the other. His guided her towards his cock, the head probing against her ass until it landed between them."Let's see what's behind door number 3," he hissed, thrusting forward sharply into her ass. Amelia hisses as he yank her by her hair: " Puta! Get the hell off me you sick bastard! Let me go or i swear, i will kill you one day! " *curses as he shove her on the floor, she instinctively tries to break free. Hisses as she curse as he easily pins her down: "Get off me! i never be your wife, i refuse it!! *struggles as he easily lifts her hip:" what the hell you doing!! i said no!!" *pales as she feels that enormous cock press against her ass: " noo stop!! not there!!" *struggles break free only to scream at the top of her lungs as he brutally ram his enormous cock deep in her asss make her almost black out from the agony. Tears runnng down her cheeks as she tries to crawl away desperately: "nooo!! no more!!" *she tries defiantely to break free in desperation but it was obvious as her voice crack that she not be so defiant as he reminds her place* Demetrio held her down as she struggled, screaming into the carpet. He could hear her sobbing, knew that her makeup would be even more ruined that it had already been."Don't pretend like you didn't bring this on yourself," he whispered, holding her against his body with his cock buried deep inside of her. "Your father and I gave you an opportunity that most people would see as a great honor. Instead, you spit in my face...literally."Pulling back, he began to slowly thrust in and out of her ass."Maybe this is all you're good for. Perhaps I'll find someone else worthy of being my wife, and keep you here to be used at my whim." Amelia digs her nails in the carpet a she screams in agony , throws back her head as she screams at the top of her lungs as he impales her for the first time. She bite her lower lip as she clung to the carpet for support as he spoke. She never imagined her father would give her to such a cruel monster. Her body relax a bit as he began to hit drawl only to end up screaming under him with each of his thrusts, tears flowing down her cheeks as he claim her anally. Pales at his statement: " no...please...stop...arrghhhh...i am no whore...." *she didn't wanna be his wife but knew he had the connection to make her disappear* " please, I'll sign the papers and be your wife!! no more, i beg you Demetrio...please mercy....please" "You had that choice," he grunted, thrusting into her. "Now you'll have to earn it back."Palming each of her ass cheeks, he squeezed them in his hands and moved her back and forth on his thick rod. He had finally broken her; initially he had hoped that it wouldn't be necessary, but it soon became clear that she wasn't going to agree to the arrangement without being convinced first. He had seen that as an opportunity to claim her body for the first time."That's it baby, just a little more," he whispered, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. With a final grunt, he felt himself release inside of her and held her body tight against his as he filled her ass. Amelia screams as she claws the floor as her squeeze her cheeks together tight and began thrusting. Tears running down her cheek as she shook her head over and over again. Cries as she was so sore, my asshole so painfully raw from his demanding thrusts. Screams before collapsing as her asshole was full of his cum. Her body trembling under him as every holes was full of his semen, the idea she was his woman terrified her.She whispered: " kill me..." *She would rather die than be his personal whore* As he caught his breath, Demetrio climbed to his feet and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He pulled his slacks and boxers up, zipping them but leaving the button undone. Hearing her quiet whisper, he chuckled and bent down, bringing his palm down sharply on her ass."Careful what you wish for," he said, standing back up.Making his way over to the fireplace, he scooped up the papers and pen in one hand and his drink in the other. Adding more ice to the glass and topping it off, he walked over and dropped the paperwork by her head on the floor."Make sure you sign your full name." Amalia Angotti collapse under her husband as he finally released her to get back on his feet. She lay on the floor , trembling like a leaf as she could still feels his seed leaking from her holes.She clench her fists knowing she was his woman more than any paper could say as she was full of his cum.Hisses as he slap her ass, glaring at him as he spoke, she wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.Amalia tries to get up but barely could move as her body was so sore from his claim, she wondered if she ever be able to walk. She could hear his movement as she was trying to get on all four but found it almost impossible.She turn to see he dropped the paper beside her,grip the pen tight as she wanted to stab him but restraint herself. Tense up as he mention writing her full name, she wanted to scream. She took a deep breathe and sign the papers and shoved it his way.She took a deep breathe before getting up still shaking from pain and anger. Slowly recompose herself as she rearrange her dress as best she could and turn to leave without a word. Her focus being on returning home to her family and tell them what he did and start a war. She honestly didn't care if some of her family men died after all its part of heir job. She slowly headed toward the door and just as she place her hand on the door knob, she remembered it was locked. Slam her fist on the door as she doesn't look back at him: " Open the door, i am going home...." *Naively thinking she could return to her life. Unaware her father had agreed she be living with her husband from the moment she arrived and cut off from her family for 2 years even longer if her husband felt it was best for their relationship and bonding. Scooping the papers from the floor, he tucked them into the envelope again and went to his desk. Sitting down, aware that she was stirring but not paying any attention, he opened the safe under the desk and put the papers inside.So begins your new life, Amalia,he thought to himself. He leaned back in the chair and watched as she walked to the door, found it locked and pounded on it with her fist."I don't know what you mean, Amalia," he said with a smile, raising his glass to her. "You're already home." Amalia turns around as she stare at him in shock: what did you just say!?!? This is not funny Demetrio, open the door, you got what you wanted from me now open the door...I am going home! You can't do this...this...this is...kidnapping! *looks startled as her cell beeps and realizes its her boyfriend texting and informing her should he pick her up. She instinctively text him back to pick her up at the address she gave him last time, thinking Demetrio would not want this particular event to be publicize; Open the door, my....friend is picking me up and i am heading to see my parents! Draining his glass, Demetrio slowly pushed up out of his chair and rounded the end of the desk."You can text whoever you like, Amalia. The entire city could come to the door, but you're not going anywhere. You seem to have forgotten what just happened."He paused, letting it sink in."What you may not know, is that by signing the paper and agreeing to be my wife, you've effectively cut yourself off from your family and friends...I would urge you to read things more carefully next time before you sign them."This, he had expected. He knew she wouldn't be pleased about being cut off from everyone that she had known up to this point, but it was necessary. In order to be his wife, she needed to be molded, and he couldn't do that if she was still distracted by the bad influences at home. Amalia pales as he began to pale as her husband got up and spoke: What are you talking about? You can expect me to cut off my friends and family that is insane!! Please, just open the door, i wanna go home....This is seriously kidnapping, no one will allow you legally to do this to me! Please...please...just open the door...you can't keep me here...what in gods name do you want from me? being a wife is not suppose to make me vanish from my own life. *She tries to open the door before turning to face him * You already took everything from me...please...i just wanna go to my family...*not realizing when she sign the paper, he became her family...and later on a growing more as she gives him children* "As I've already told you, you are home," he said, this time more firmly. "As of tonight you have a new family...me."Slowly crossing the room, he stopped a few feet from her, with nothing but the locked door on the other side."You can see everyone else that you love eventually. But for the time being, I need you here to learn how to be my wife. If tonight has taught us anything, it's that you need to improve in that area. I realize that this is all new to you. However, I would urge you to consider tonight the first step to a long and happy life for the both of us." Amalia winces as he spoke firmly, hating how she was still scared of him but it was normal after all that he done to her body: " I...what....what you..." *shock as she realize being his wife, he was right, they were family and maybe a growing one after all he came inside her.Back away from him only to find she had no where to do as the door was behind her: " what you mean by "eventually" , as in a few days, this weekend? I dont want to learn to be your wife...i wont change myself to be some god damn house wife...*unconsciously running her shaky hands over her arms as he spoke: "How the hell can you say that!?! you raped me!" "And you tried to assault me. Funny how the door swings both ways, isn't it?"Except when they're locked like that one is,he mused to himself."You don't necessarily have to change, you just need to learn your place here by my side, and how to be a little more grateful for this opportunity. And you'll see your family again when I think you're ready. Don't worry, they know exactly where you are. Would it surprise you to learn that you staying here, without contact, was part of the plan your father agreed to?" Amalia glares at him: " its NOT the same think, you freaking sick! Obsolutely sick! My place? i dont wanna be near you physically ever again and dont you even think of touching me again! I will never sleep with you or have your children...I rather have abortions repetitively till i could no longer ever have kids then bare any children of yours! *eyes widen in shock as he reveals it was part of her father's plans* lies...your lying to me! He would never allow you to rape me! Why would he do that, it doesnt even make sense...your lyings! *The very idea of her father betraying her this way was too much for her to accept* He smiled as he watched the realization in her face, the slow creep of fear returning as she realized what was happening."Your father is an interesting man, Amalia. I've known him for a long time. Not as long as you have, of course, but I would wager that I know him much better than you. We share a lot of the same qualities, he and I. Chief amongst those is the fact that we will do whatever we have to in order to stay afloat, to maintain the empires that we've built on the backs of others."Turning slightly, he gestured towards the desk."Would you like to see the papers again? You can see what he agreed to. I think we both know that deep down inside, you believe what I'm telling you though."Taking another step towards her, he reached up and pushed the hair out of her eyes."And we both know that you're only prolonging something that will happen, like it or not. The simple truth is, you're his last chance. You have the power to save your family, and everything that they've built, at the expense of temporary exile and the prospect of a future beyond your wildest dreams." Amalia turns and glares at him , she hated that it was true that she somehow knew in her heart. But to actually live the consequence of his action made her actually hate her father and want him dead. She was so lost in her hatred she didn't notice Demitrio suddenly move towards her, gasps as he pushed back her hair. Pales as he explained her knew reality. Pulls away instinctively: " Dont touch me...your telling me that if ever i have a daughter or son, you would sell them to keep your empire...good to know..Now ,know this...i refuse to sleep with you or have yours kids...You will have to settle to fuck other women that are not me...." *She plan to fuck any man except for her husband* He felt her pull away, and could hear her voice cracking as she spoke."You assume that I, like your father, am destined to fall so far as to need my own children to bail me out. I assure you that's not the case."She knows so little about what really happened,he thought to himself. He wasn't surprised that her father would keep it from her, and presumably from the rest of the family that wasn't directly involved, but it certainly would have made her new role easier to digest."As for other women, I could certainly have any that I wanted. But I don't want them."He took another slow step towards her, very little distance between them now."I want you...I want my wife. And refuse all you like, but eventually you'll come around. I'd like to think that what happened tonight will be an anomaly in what will be a long, fruitful relationship." Amalia glares at him as he touch to close to home for her liking. She was shock as he wanted no other woman than her as his wife. Gasps as he step closer: " Anomaly!? Is that what you think it was...you took me against my will, what makes you think we can have a fruitful relationship? *runs her arms nervously as she trully felt vulnerable. Her own father sold her out to a man that just raped her and now expected them to have a normal couple life, a part of her wanted to run away.She look away as she didn't know what to do: I want out....*she could not imagine herself bed him willingly in this lifetime* "You're a smart girl from a wealthy family, Amalia. I'd be willing to bet that you've been around horses enough to know that even the best animals have to be broken first."Reaching out, he ran his hands down her sides and let them fall on her hips. He could feel the warmth of her skin radiating through the material of her dress."I know you don't have the highest opinion of me now, but you barely know me. I'd like to think that once you do get to know me better, you will change how you view me." Amalia turns to him, in disbelief as he compares her to horses: " I am not an animal, i am a human...a female at that, Demetrio...I am not created to be broken especially from my own husband...." *freezes a moment as she felt his hands rest on her hip, her heart pounding as she glares at him* " My opinion will never change when it concerns you....I will not ever bed you and even less have your children..." *curses as she could not help trembling at his touch as she tries to sound stern and fails * " Get your hands off me" *pray her b/f will come to her rescue soon as she knew she would be unable to fight Demetrio's advances as he was much stronger* His grip grew stronger, his fingers digging into her skin as he held her tighter. Pulling her into him, he pressed their bodies together and felt her shaking."You've already been broken," he whispered into her ear. "Now let me turn you into the perfect wife."Smelling her hair, and the scent wafting off of her skin, he held her tightly and gently kissed the side of her neck. He could feel her trembling, feel her heart beating against his own chest. Amalia wince as she felt his firm tightening grip on her arm, gasps as he pulls her to him, she hated how she couldn't stop shaking. Closes her eyes as she bites down her whimper as he spoke, whispers back: " I hate you, Demetrio...i always will..."She gasps feeling him smell her hair, whimpers as he held her possessively startled by his gentle kisses. She tries to pull away instinctively* " don't...please stop..." *tries to break free, in desperation as he suddenly turn sweet yet possessive of his woman. It honestly scared her as well confused her,she panicked knowing even if she broke free she was lock in the room with him.* His lips moved across her neck, and over her collarbone to her shoulder. He held her tight as she squirmed, pulling her against him harder. He could feel her breasts person into his chest through their clothing as she wiggled back and forth. His hands drifted down her hips, cupping her ass and giving it a light squeeze."I know you feel that way now," he whispered, "but give it time. Let me show you how much you mean to me." Amalia shivers at his kisses, winces as he held her against him, she gasps loudly as he cupped her firm, round ass, blushes as he squeeze them.Whimpers as he spoke knowing she have little say in the matter. She tremble like a leaf: " Why, you doing this to me , now...?" *She look up at the ceiling praying for a miracle to happen when her cellphone rang, she received a text message from her boyfriend. Strangely enough being held so close to her husband as it happen, frighten her and worse yet she heard him honk from outside her husband mansion. She paled as she didn't know what to do or say as she was in his arms.. "To show you how a proper wife can be treated, if she learns to love her husband."He was working his way back up her shoulder, still feeling her trembling, when he heard her phone chime and a horn honk. The sound was louder than expected, due to the shattered window.I almost forgot about that,he thought to himself.That will have to be fixed first thing in the morning.Glancing up, he watched her eyes dart towards the door and the look on her face change."I don't suppose that's someone congratulating you on your new life." Amalia shivers as he explain, thinking she would of been incline accept try a life with him if he had used this tactic first.She looks out the window and glance at the door before gulping as he caught her in the act . If they hadn't started so brutally, she probably laughed at his comment. She force a nervous sile: "its my boyfriend..." *which sounded ridiculous as she was now his wife* " you should...open the door ...so i "talk" to him..." *hoping it be perfect excuse to open the door*She doubt he let her run away with her boyfriend in the sunset, romance ending...i need to talk to him or he will call the cops *forgetting some cops work for him* "I could do that," he said, nodding in agreement. "I certainly wouldn't want anyone coming in here and causing any trouble."Really now,he thought to himself,do you really take me for that big of a fool?Keeping one hand on her, he moved with the other as if he was going to open the door, knowing full well that to do so in reality would involve keying in a code from the desk."Or," he said, stopping, as if it had just occurred to him, "you could text him back and tell him to leave. Personally I wouldn't include the 'if he knows what's good for him' language at the end, but it's entirely up to you." Amalia relieve as he agreed only to hear him say " or" She turn to him as she clench her fists, gulps " Demetrio just let me talk to him...*pales as he adds the "whats good for him" knowing full well he had the power to have her b/f killed. She curse under her breath before sending her boyfriend and few txt back and forth before looking at him * "will you atleast let me say goobye to him in person...please?" *hating to plead with him * " this isn't fair, you taken everything that is important to me and i can't even have time in person like Jeff to explain?" Part of him was tempted to grant her one last favor before she was exiled from everyone in her former life. And while he doubted she could pass any message that would be believe, let alone acted on, it wasn't a chance he was willing to take."You know the terms of the agreement. You've cut yourself off from everyone in your former life, including this 'boyfriend'. I'm sure he'll find someone else...just like you have."Putting his hand over the hand clutching the phone, he squeezed it gently."Now would you rather finish it, or have me do it?" He knew what had happened the last time he told her to finish something...he hoped that this time, she would fully comprehend the situation and do what was good for her. Amalia wince as he mention the agreement she signed and curses since she did not read the damn thing.Gulps as he use the term boyfriend as he spoke : " I didn...*stops herself as he gently squeezes her cellphone. The very mention of her husband offering to finish it for her, send a cold chill down her spine. Remembering what happen when her husband lost her temper and make his point clear when she defies him. She lower her gaze: ...i'll.....do it....*she began to text him getting the gist and if he tried her husband had the power to kill and make him disappear, it was over and final. After a few minutes he heard the b/f car leave. She look at him with hatred: " its done...happy now? "She hated knowing how much power her husband had and wondered if she ever manage to escape this place of theirs. She knew damn well, he would never let her go if was pregnant with their child. She unconsciously ran her trembling hand over her stomach.She tried to recompose herself before speaking: " You planing to open the door or have me live the rest of my live in this damn office of yours.."*Hoping he forgot about his advances he was doing before her b/f interrupted them. Strangely enough she didn't know which was more frightening, a discussion about her b/f or his sexual advances. She slowly back away trying look casual and not like she was trying place more distance between them.. "Of course not," he said with a chuckle, watching her slowly move away from him. "Marsden, who you met earlier, has prepared a room for you. Additionally, you'll have the freedom to move about the house...well, most of the house. There are a few rooms, this one included, that you won't be able to access without someone being with you."Turning, he moved back behind the desk and opened a drawer, withdrawing a large sheet of paper and unfolding it. Laying it out on the desk, he motioned for her to come closer."Come look at this. It's a blueprint of the house, and all of the rooms. It will take a week or two to get your bearings, but soon enough you'll be navigating it without any problems."The printout showed the spacious manor, several outlines representing the multiple floors. It even showed the pool and hot tub on the roof, an addition that had been made at his request prior to purchasing the home. He moved to the side of the paper to allow her room to look at it. Amalia blink as she was surprised to have her own room, glance at him: "why can't i have access to all room...?" *she honestly had interest in other room , only one she could escape from without her husband noticing her absence till she left the property.She walks over to him and looks at the mansion, she had to admit she was impress by the mansion. She looks at the map avoiding looking at him as she spoke " its bigger than i imagined....*point at a spot on the map * is that a...huge panic room...god it could support a family...*it sounded logical if there was an emergency. She hated how she was in awe of their mansion.* " What ....whats the point of me even being in your life... you already have everything a man can fantasied about...."She love the idea of the pool and hot tub since she loved water a part of her wondered if he added it for her pleasure. She quickly push that out of her mind before pushing back her raven hair as she stood up* " i like to go to my own rooom and rest....i am .... tired ....*honestly she plan to text her b/f and find a way to escape and needed time alone to plan , set and execute* "Some of the rooms here are more for business. You wouldn't have a reason to be there, and like most of the staff you won't have access. It's nothing to be worried about."He watched her eyes light up as she looked over the map, reading the different room labels and getting a feel for the layout. There were several changes that had been made since the blueprint was made...the small bedroom on the upper level that was renovated and now served as the hub go the security system, the secret passages between rooms that had been added in by building new walls in some rooms and adding hidden doors (and a staircase, in one instance), but most of the general layout was the same."Of course you'll have plenty of access to the grounds, but I would suggest avoiding them at night. For obvious reasons, the security team patrols the perimeter at night and gets a little jumpy when they see something unusual."He watched her play with her hair and stand up, asking about her own room."Marsden and the staff are still bringing your clothing and other things over from your father's house; they should have it ready for you in a little while. In the meantime, we can get to know each other a little better."He stood next to her, still looking down at the blueprint, and slipped his arm around her waist. Amalia examine the map, very interested as it was so detailed, it was so well designed: " its this an updated map of the place?....What kind of security do you have, do they only patrol inside the house...how is it organized? *tense up as he mention bringing over her things. She rolled her eyes at the mention of getting to know each other: " I learn enough about you already...hell i wish i never known you to be honest..."She gently but firmly try to removes his hand from her waist:" you wanted me to leave my man i did...you wanted to claim my body, you did.. you wanted me to sign and have the title of your wife, done....Don't expect me to love you and snuggle and shit....i suggest you get yourself a mistress to fuck on a regular basis and bare your child cause i will not....Tries to pull away from him as she hated how helpless and small he made her feel around him. His very firm voice was enough to send a chill down her spine but she refuse to admit her fear to him. "You don't worry about that," he said, as she asked about the security routine. "They're here to make sure that we're safe at all times."He felt her struggling to get out of his grasp, listened as she repeated the same protests she had all night. Pulling her towards him with his arm, he wrapped the other around her as well."You insult me, Amalia," he whispered into her ear. Do I really seem like the type of man to have a mistress? I certainly COULD, of course, but I would never do that to my wife. Particularly when no mistress in the world could compare to you."As he spoke, he ran his hand up her side, cupping one of her breasts through her dress. Amalia curses as he was not giving the information she needed: " i just dont like strangers roaming in the house..." *Gasps as he pulled her against his strong body, tense up as he wraps the other around her as well, shivers as he whispers in her ear. She hated how flattered she felt for not wanting another woman except her in his life, blushing as he complemented her. Gasps as she felt his hand caresses her body before cupping her breasts. She instinctively tries push his hand away:" stop it..didn't you had your fill already? *Packed as he seem to hunger for another round* "Don't think of them as strangers. Think of them as employees."When she touched his hand to try and move it away, he only squeezed harder, filling his hand with her flesh. He could feel her ass pressed against him, gyrating back and forth as she squirmed."What sort of a question is that for a wife to ask," he whispered. "Instead you should be asking how much longer before you can have me inside of you again."Releasing her breast, he used his hand to pull the shoulders of her dress down, exposing her warm, tan shoulders and her bra. The upper half of the dress bunched around her waist, his other hand now resting on her bare stomach, as he pulled her bra to the side and exposed one of her nipples to the air. His finger circled it, teasing it until he pinched it gently between two fingers."I know you're saying how you would rather be condemned to the sex life of a nun, but deep down inside I think we both know how much you want this." Amalia : " you dont really expect men to attack your place, do you...that is just in the movies...*wince feeling him squeeze harder* " what you doi...*bushes as he spoke* " knock it off..Demetrio... *sighs in relief as he release her breasts only to curse as he pulls the shoulder of her dress down: " stop it..." *cries out as he force the top of her dress down, gasps her expose her breasts , her nipple hardening at his touch: " no...stop...please...! *cries out as he pinch her sensitive nipples* " get off me! *struggle to push him off using his desk to push herself away from him: " Get off, i said no...I mean it Demetrio! enough, damn it...! *struggles to pull free, panicked knowing what he wanted* Reaching his foot back, he found his desk chair with it. Leaning backwards, he sat down and pulled her into his lap. Continuing to play with her stiff nipple, twisting it gently and pulling it away from her body, his other hand snaked beneath the hem of her dress. His fingers traced along her inner thigh, until he felt the heat radiating off of her pussy. Cupping it with his palm, he slowly ground his hand against it while she squirmed in his lap. He could feel his cock growing, thickening beneath her, and knew she had to feel it as well."Your new husband will be the judge of when you've had enough," he whispered. "Although come to think about it, what really matters is when I'VE had enough." Amalia lets out a startle cry as her husband pulled her on his lap,tries to push his hand away from her breast and using the other to push herself off him with arm chair: " no more...enough...get off me!!" *lets out a panic cry as she felt him cup her bare pussy,panicking feeling his enormous cock hardening. The very idea of him stretch her walls with his enormous cock filled her with terror:" please Demetrio...stop...no more...*whimpers as he spoke, realizing she had no say in the matter.Shaking her head as she struggle to pull free in tears knowing he expected her to simply comply and allow her use her holes whenever it suited him like a good wife. "Shhh," he whispered into her ear as he continued to knead her breast. He then lowered his head to kiss her neck, letting his lips linger on her skin."One of the first lessons you have to learn is how to be an obedient wife." Sliding his palm upwards, he drew his middle finger along her slit. "What you'll find is that all of your needs, and all of your wants will be taken care of. You just have to acknowledge that I know what's best for you, and that all of your good behavior will be rewarded."He knew that in time, she would grow into the perfect wife. For now, she still needed to be broken of her old habits, molded into the perfect companion. He would have thought that she would have realized already that resisting was only delaying the inevitable. She whimpered as he whispered in her ear, her small body trembling as he knead her breast, she strangely felt more vulnerable as he kissed her skin. She paled as he set rules and expectation of his wife. Lets out a helpless whimper as he slide his finger along her slit as he assure to provide everything for her. She trembled as he expected her to acknowledge he knew whats best ...Amalia hated how much he expected her : " please stop....please Demetrio...enough...i wont change who i am to please you...i won't! *saying it more to herself than him as she didn't wanna be a mindless whore* "I'm not asking you to change just to please me," he said, his finger circling her clit."You should want to change for yourself. You'll see how nice your life can be if you would go along with the plan your father and I have laid out. It will make me happy, yes, but it will also make your life one you couldn't have ever dreamed of."Taking his hand off of her breast, he reached between them and gathered up a handful of her dress. Pulling it from between their bodies, he lifted it up and off of her head, dropping it beside the chair. He then unhooked her bra, letting it fall into her lap and slide off onto the floor. Amalia blushes as she tries to close her legs: " Demetrio...please stop...i don't wanna do this....*tries to push his hand away from her clit* " what kind of plan is that, be a damn baby machine to a man i dont know?!? You dont know what would make me happy...*gasps as he starts to remove her dres: "stop! no...don..*panic as he easily remove her dress ,and undoes her bras. She instinctively tries to jump off his lap and get away as quickly as she can, daring defy her husband* He felt her weight rise off of his lap as she attempted to flee, and watched as she tried to maneuver around the desk. After a few steps, he rose to his feet and caught her arm. Pulling her around and towards him, his eyes looked over her body.Not exactly how I pictured seeing my new wife naked for the first time,he thought as he watched her breasts bounce.Not bad at all, though.Grabbing a handful of her hair, he jerked her head back and looked down at her."I thought we were past running at this point, Amalia. Where did you intend to go, anyway? A beautiful, young, naked woman running across the grounds and through the streets? I would hate to think what could happen."Turning her further he pushed her down onto the desk, bending her at the waist. One hand held her pinned down by the shoulders. His other ran slowly down her back and over one of her buttocks, his fingers gliding through the cleft. Without warning, he raised his hand and sharply brought it back down on her. She let out a cry as he pulled her back to him, trembling as he examine her body with hungry eyes. Hisses as he grip her hair and jerked her hair back looked up frighten: " please stop...i beg you...i dont wanna do this....please...demtrio stop plea...*winces as he push her down the desk, whelp as he bend her arm: nooo...please...*lets out a scream as he spank her for the first time: ' nooo more...i'm sorrry...please don't ...i'm sorry...!! * pray he stops. her cheek red with a print of his hand* "Sorry for what," he growled, watching her skin turn red where he had struck her. He rubbed the spot with his palm in circular motions, feeling the warmth. Then, suddenly, bringing his hand up and striking her other cheek."Tell me what you're sorry for, and maybe I'll stop."He was curious to see what her answer was. She had a lot to be sorry for, and it would be interesting to see what she chose. After all, he had brought her into his home, offered her a life far above the one she had now, and been patient with her time and time again. Yet still she continued to try and run, to defy him at every turn. Amalia whimper as he rubbed her cheek, hisses as he spank her other cheek. She force the words out: " I am sorry...for trying run away...please stop spanking me...for everything, ok?!?"She cursed as he spank her, hating how much control he had over her, she hated how she was to weak to break free and escape. She wonder if she could manage to escape her husband, oh god she could not imagine trying satisfy his needs everyday* "And if I stop, what are you going to do then?" He raised his hand up, prepared to bring it down sharply again on one of the areas that was already growing tender.Despite the rush that punishing her gave him, deep down Demetrio hated hearing her cries and whimpers. He wanted her to enjoy being his wife, and life that came with it. He knew, though, that it would take time for her to appreciate that. In the meantime, it was his job to help her readjust, and if that meant punishing her then it would have to be done. The rush it gave him was temporary, as was the mark it left on her, but the lesson it taught would be lasting. Amalia lower her gaze: " i....i...do...my best...to accept...my new life...as your wife...*her legs shaking under him knowing he expected her to comply to his wishes as her husband. She gulped hard knowing he continu punish her if she failed to plea him as a wife. She always to dreamed of having a normal life and could not see it...a part of er wondered if it had to do with her own ego or was she right.: "i am sorry...Demetrio...please no more...i am so sore..." He slowly put his hand back down on her, caressing the areas of her skin marked by his palm."You don't know how happy it makes me to hear that, Amalia."Stepping behind her, he let one hand drift between her thighs, slowly stroking her pussy again. With his other, he tugged his slacks down and let them fall to the floor as his cock sprung free. Kicking them to the side, he shrugged off his shirt and dropped it as well."I know tonight has been long for you. If you behave, it will all be over soon." Amalia whimpers as she heard him walk up behind her,shivers at his touch, knowing he probably will not strike her again. Swallows hard as she heard her husband began to once more get undress behind her. She reluctantly submitted as she grip the edge of the desk as she lay over it and parted her legs for him. Whimpering as her husband seem far from done with consummating their marriage. She knew it was best to let him used her holes in hope he release her after he was done since she was locked in his office anyways. He watched as she held onto the desk, and spread her legs wide.She's learning,he thought to himself.Pushing between her legs, he placed one hand lightly on the small of her back and grasped his cock with the other. Placing it between her thighs, he guided the thick rod in his hand around until he felt the tip push against her entrance and slowly leaned forward, sinking his entire length into her in one push. He groaned as her walls enveloped him, squeezing tightly against his flesh as he penetrated her. He stood still and leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of her body and putting his lips near her ear."Good girl," he whispered, before kissing his way across her shoulders and down her back as he slowly began to thrust into her. She whimpered as he stood between her legs , trembling as he placed his hand on her lower back, hisses painfully feeling the head of his cock into her pussy: "oww...it...hurts..." *throws her head back as she lets out a sharp cry of agony as she stretches her wife once more. Tears running down her cheeks as he place his hands over her as he whispered into her ear. She closes her eyes shut as she lets small, sharp cries with each of his thrusts: ' aarrrghhhh....tooo big!! " *it was obvious she never get use to her husband enormous cock but for him it was a sweet gift of a permanent virgin as a wife* "I know baby," he whispered as she whimpered and protested. "Don't worry, you'll learn to love it."He wanted to tell her she would get used to it, but the simple truth was she likely wouldn't. The human body could only stretch so much, and he doubted she would ever learn to take his size without at least some discomfort. She would have to learn to like the pain, the feeling of being stretched to the breaking point.Still, all the better for me,he thought. When he and Amalia's father had been planning her future, he never would have thought of this benefit.It would have been poor form to ask about it anyway, he thought, as he continued to slowly push in and out of her. He reached underneath her with one hand and rubbed his fingers on her clit as his cock continued to pierce her, his eyes drinking in her slim form as she slid back and forth along the desk along with his thrusts. Amalia hisses as she felt him push deeper, bited down her cry in tears..she could not imagine having regular sex with her husband. She tries to push him off: " please...nooo..more more....too big....* whimpers as he stretches her wide* "aaaarrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh...god" *her legs shaking as she trembled under him* "ooohhhh shit" *blushes as she squirm under him: " ooohhhh...nnnooooo.... *blushes as she tries to pull away as she was getting wet for him* Thrusting into her and holding his hips still, he felt her walls squeezing him, his cock throbbing inside of her. With his fingers continuing to rub her clit back and forth, with his palm he could feel himself through her skin. Every inch she pulled away, he leaned forward to keep his cock deep inside of her."I know it's a lot, Amalia. I'm so proud of you for being able to take it all."Pulling out of her, he lifted her torso off of the desk and turned her around to face him. Picking her up by the waist, he sat her on the desk and moved back between her legs. With his arm around her waist still, he ducked his head and took one of her nipples in his lips. His tongue flickered over it as he used his other hand to guide his cock back into her, groaning as every inch disappeared into her body. Amalia screams as she feel him slide in and out of her the pain bringing fresh tears to her eyes. Her body trembling under him whimpering helplessly as he thrusted deeply into her pussy. She glares at him as he spoke hating how he encouraged her. She gasps as he flip her around, whimpering as her pussy was soo sore, blushing as she faced him. Blushes as she bites down her moan of pleasure as he suck her nipples . Dugs her nails into his flesh as he pushes deeper into her sore pussy...Shaking her head: " stop...your not wearing...protection...owww...to .... big...arrrrrgggghhhhh...oh god!" "Mmm," he groaned, her nipple falling from his mouth. "Don't you worry about that."Grasping her legs by the calves, he lifted them around his waist and pulled her into him as he thrust forward. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, her breasts bouncing with each impact. Despite the breeze blowing through the shattered window, Demetrio could feel a thin layer of sweat building on his forehead.Despite the constant protests, he could also detect the occasional pleasurable sound, the look of enjoyment on her face. It felt as though her body was taking him with a little more ease, although he couldn't be sure if that was due to her own arousal or something else.Soon enough, she'll learn to love it, he thought. Amalia gasps as he removes his mouth from her hard,sensitive nipple: " Please stop...i dont wanna be pregnant, Demetrio"She gasps as he easily raised her legs and place them around d his waist, just as she was about to push him off. She screamed as she ram into her sore pussy, weakly tries to push him off in tears as he pounded in and out her pussy like a mad man. Her nipple hardening painfully as she feels the breeze on her skin.She look away blushing and panting heavily as he thrusted without mercy, shaking her head as she didnt want him to cum. Whimpers at the idea what he would get her pregnant and make it harder for her to escape her new life with him. She found herself wondering how a man of his age could have such stamina and hunger to fuck her. She tries pull away in desperation: "please...no more...its too much...!" Thrusting forward, he held his body against hers, his cock deep inside of her."You'll get used to it baby," he whispered, reaching around to cup her ass in his hand and pull her into him. He could feel her trembling, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. "And besides," he said, biting at her earlobe, "you could always speed things up if you wanted to."Pulling back slowly, he teased both of them by gradually sliding in and out of her. He wanted to bring himself to the edge, and hold off, so that when he finally came inside of her he would flood her pussy with his seed."All you've done tonight is protest. Now I want to hear just how filthy that young mind of yours can be." Amalia throws back her head as she lets out a cry as he impaled her pussy, she glared at him as he whispered he get used to his cock. Blushing as he bit her earlobe , she whispered: i'll kill you one day....*bites her lower lips as she was getting wet for him as he slid in and out of her. Its didn't hurt as much as her first time but it was tight as hell..the more he thrusted, it was hard to distinguish between pain and bit of pleasure as he was so big.* " i rather say that to another man than you...*smirks* "Mmm," he moaned, pulling her forward to meet his slow thrusts. "There's a long line of people waiting to do that. You'll have to get in line."Like you would have a shot at doing it,he thought.Without warning, he substituted a hard, sharp thrust for a slow one, slamming into her before slowly pulling back out and shoving his hips forward again. Reaching one hand between their bodies, he slowly thumbed her clit as his cock eased in and out of her again. Just as she was getting used to the slow thrusts, he would drive his cock forward into her as hard as he could before slowly withdrawing. Amalia hisses as he pulled her to him, a part of her hated how she was attracted to his alpha side. Tries to not smile at his reply, strangely there was a dark side of her found him just perfect...Amalia lets out a cry as he thrusted hard into her pussy yet slowly pull outs, hated how it felt so primitive when he fucked her. : " i fuck hate you...arrrghhhh" *slaps him across the face hard : " you can't keep me here...forever" His head turned to the side when she struck him. In a way, he was surprised.Maybe she hasn't been broken at all,he thought.Or maybe she's learning even faster than I thought."That's what you think," he said, reaching up and taking her throat in his hands and resuming his thrusts.He crossed his thumbs over her throat and pressed down, cutting off most...but not all...of her airway as he continued fucking her, staring into her eyes as their bodies crashed together. He knew what it was like to grow tired of a woman's body, but deep down he knew that he would never tire of Amalia's. The way her perky breasts bounced with each thrust, the way her body gripped him like a vice. Amalia hisses at him like a wild cat, her eyes filled with a wilderness that would drew him to her,like a man drawn to the beauty of a wild cat. Eyes bulges as she begins to feel him choke her slowly. Tries to push him off wildly as he pound into her sore pussy, after a while he felt her weaken as he struggle cease as he she whimpers helplessly. Slowly she finally cease to fight, look away in tears to weak to fight him off anymore, whimpering helplessly under him as she finally completely fights him off. The only defiance she shows, is looking away from him, denying him pleasure of eye contact as he claim her pussy* Demetrio could feel himself approaching the edge again, and knew that this time there was no going back. With his hands around her throat, he lowered her torso onto the desk. With a final squeeze, he released his hold on her and reached back to untangle her legs from his waist. Throwing one over each shoulder, he held them against his body as he thrust wildly into her, her body shaking like a rag doll."This is it baby," he said over the sound of their bodies slamming together. "This is the moment we've both been waiting for."Putting his hands behind her thighs, he pounded in and out of her as a tingling sensation started to well up in his loins. Crying out in pleasure, he thrust one last time into her and felt his body go limp as he came, filling her up as her tight walls milked his cock. Amalia almost black out till he finally release her, she coughs as she gasps for air. Hisses as she easily position her: " Stop...dont't...let me go..." *weakly pushes him off any to feel him begin to pound her pussy like a madman. Screams in agony as he showed her no mercy, tears streaming down her cheeks as he pounded pard and deep as he could: "Don't please...please...stop....*throws her head back as she screams as he came hard into her womb, her body tense up as it almost feel like a hose was open inside her womb. Her body going limb under him, to weak to fight him off, shock as he came again inside her pussy, whispers: " i....hate...you..." As he caught his breath, Demetrio leaned down, his cock still nestled inside of her. Planting his elbow on the desk, he took her face in his hand and turned it to look at him."That will change, Amalia. Give it some time."Dropping his head, he forced his lips onto hers and kissed her. It was strange to think that he had claimed all three of her holes, and emptied two loads into her, before they had even kissed. So far though, her mouth had proven to be the only dangerous part of her body, and in her weakened state he knew she couldn't fight back with it. As he kissed her, he could taste her salty tears, running down her cheeks and all over her face.He knew that now, she was his, despite any more protests she might try to put forth. Whether she would admit it or not, they were tied together, and he would not let anything...or anyone...come between them. Amalia winces as she was still impaled on her husband enormous cock, she could feel his cock twitch still emptying his load in her pussy,gasp as he turns her face to face him.She clench her fists tightly as he spoke . She could not imagining feeling anything but hate for this man that claim every hole she had, she could feel semen drip from her deflower asshole. Eyes widen as he suddenly kissed her, blushing as she realized he was an amazing kisser. Her heart pounding, for a moment forgetting the pain she felt as his kiss took her breathe away.She was to weak to fight or object against his kiss for the first time, he weakly tried to push him off her. She was confused as she found pleasure from his kiss after he forceful claim her holes, she doubte she be able to walk as her holes were so sore. She doubted he be able to go for a third round as he appeared spent. She tries to speak in a steady voice but wasn't quite pulling it off: "Get off me" *He could still feel her shaking under him**The speaker went off as the butler,Marsden voice came through : Mr. Cortazzo...Supper is ready downstairs....or shall i bring it upstairs to the office? Oh! ....and ....the delivery has arrived, Mrs. Cortazzo things have arrived and places in the basement"Amalia seem panic as she tried to get up to cover herself not wanting anyone to know what happen in the office Hearing the intercom buzz, Demetrio stepped back from the desk and felt his cock slip free. He reached down to pick up his shirt, putting it on and fastening the buttons."Thank you Marsden, we'll be down in a moment."Picking up his slacks from the floor, he put his legs through them and pulled them over his hips."You're in for a treat, Amalia" he said as he buckled his belt. "The chef formerly worked for one of my favorite restaurants. I enjoyed his cooking so much, I made him an offer to come work for me here and he graciously accepted. It's not the atmosphere he's accustomed to, certainly, but I think he enjoys being out of the hectic kitchens he's used to." Amalia froze up a bit hearing being called Mrs.Cortazzo, it felt so strange that she now carried his name as would their children.Gasps as he withdrew his enormous cock from her bruise/sore pussy. She quickly picked up her bra and slip it on, she grabbed her dress and slipped it on but realized she needed help with the back zipper. She ignored the open zipper in her back as she tries to compose herself, wiping her fresh tears from her cheeks. She look at him in disbelief as he spoke to her so casually after forcing himself of her twice: " i am Not hungry...i rather go to my own room....if you don't mind...." *trying to spend as little time as possible with her husband as she hope to return to a room she did not share with her. Thinking she needed to head out and get morning pill to avoid pregnancy* " I need to go out....for a bit...if you dont mind...." "The staff is still arranging your room, but you'll have plenty of time to settle in after dinner. It's important that you eat, to keep up your strength."Slipping behind her, he noticed her zipper; her shoulders held the dress up, but as soon as she started walking he guessed it would start to slip. Grasping the zipper deftly between his fingertips, he slowly eased it up until it stopped. His hands ran over her shoulders, and down her sides to her waist. He pulled her softly into him, placing this chin on her shoulder."And anything you need, we can have brought here at the snap of a finger. That's part of what makes life around here so easy."And also makes sure you don't do anything foolish,he thought. Amalia gasps as she felt his hand on her back, shivers as he closed the back of her dress: Thank you....*hated how much he had control over her as she followed his lead: " I was hoping you allow me to head out after all i am a wife and not a prisonner,,," "In time," he whispered, giving her a quick kiss on the neck.Turning, he reached under the edge of the desk and found the small hidden keypad with his hand. His fingers pressed the required buttons in the correct order, muscle memory learned from hundreds of times doing it. The keypad beeped, and a metallic click from the door signaled that it was unlocked. Straightening up, he put his hand on the small of Amalia's back and guided her across the room."Come on. I'll show you where the dining room is." Amalia hated how he easily could take charge of even her life, she glanced over to him pressing the keypad and took note that she would need to find out the code herself. tense up at his touch but he reluctently followed him to the giant dining room. Hell is was bigger than her parents home and shockingly beautiful. But she tried to hide her impressed expression and took a seat as sthe butler approached with a big smileButler : " I will have them serve you now, Mr. and Mrs. Cortazzo...." *glance at the wife and smiled* Master had already decided on the menu for the evening but please dont be shy to make a request, Mrs. Cortazzo..."Amalia tense up as she hated being called by her new name: " good to know ..." They were seated across the width of the long table, given that to be seated at each end would be necessary and make it so that they had to almost yell down the length of the room to one another."He means it too. The chef can come up with just about anything you'd like, and if he doesn't know how to make it he'll learn. That's what he's paid for, after all."While he often requested something small and/or simple for the evenings, Demetrio had instructed the chef to prepare three courses for the evening. Despite the circumstances, he has asked for nothing unusual. One of the few things he wasn't privy to was how Amalia's family dined, and he didn't want to overwhelm her.Like dinner would be what pushed her over the edge,he thought. Amalia looked annoyed : " do i honestly look like a care? I don't even want to eat, i want to sleep in my "own" room..." *the servants served their soup before leaving them alone*She sighs: What exactly you want from me....? I mean...i can't just stay here like a prisoner....I guess we still have about 3 weeks before i head out to school and with your business...i am sure, we will happily rarely see each other?" "You're not going to school," he said nonchalantly, spooning a mouthful of soup into his mouth.He swallowed and glanced at her, seeing the look on her face."I thought that would have been rather obvious. You see Amalia, formal education prepares you to be a productive member of society, but only in a role outside of the home. Now that you're my wife, your role will be just that. Perhaps in time you'll take over some running of the house, but there will be no need for formal schooling. Your education will be much more hands-on." Amalia was about to sip her soup when he answered, look back in shock: " what are you talking about?!!? what the hell you expect me to do ?!?! stay home and have a shitload of kids!?!? " *stands up suddently , her chair almost falling on the floor* " I will not be a god damn breeding machine to a god damn mob boss ...!" *flips the bowl of soup in her husband direction as she starts to walk away from him as she heading towards the front door as she had no intention to stay here* He dodged to the side as the soup flew in his direction.Marsden will kill me if I get that on this white shirt,he thought.Still, better than what he's had to wash out in the past.He continued eating as she stomped towards the door."I wouldn't say 'shitload', exactly."Folding his napkin and placing it on the table, he pushed away from the table and stood up, turning to face her."Exactly where do you plan on going, Amalia? As you've already learned, security keeps people from coming on the property...and leaving it, although that's quite incidental. I have no doubt they'll do it though. And I assure you, it's better for you if you stay by your own will." Amalia found herself needing to scream as he infuriated her: " I will not ever have your kids! i will abort every time i get pregnant till there is so much damage dome to my womb, that i will be unable to have yours kid! Get it now??" *stomp her foot* " I dont wanna be lock up and have your kids...i can't just stay here with you or alone...i can't! I want to see my family...i need to talk to my family..... why are you doing this to me!?!? I never did anything to you!! " * turns as she heads towards the door before he can see her shaking in tears. Freaking out and feeling helpless as everything was happening so fast* He slowly strode towards her as she unleashed all of her bottled-up emotions at him. When she turned, he quickly stepped towards her and caught her arm tightly, turning her around."And who do you think sent you here? We've been over this Amalia, your family are the ones that put you here. Why do you think that is? Is it because they know what's best for you? Or maybe they don't want you anymore. Either way, you need to except your place in life...in your new life."Bringing his other hand up, he caught her throat and turned her head to look at him."And if you think for one second that I would let you do those heinous things, and get away with it...you have another thing coming." Amalia winces as he grabs her arm, forced to look at him a moment as he spoke: " i know my dad did this....ok? i know....i dont know what i am suppose to do with all this?! Easy for you to say! this is your life, you not being raped and talked about force bearing a child...you wont even let me go get an education or job...! *turn away only to have him force to look at him. She knew she wouldnt have the strength to abort but felt like a threat make him kick her out * " i dont wanna be pregnant...let me go to a pharmacy and get the morning pill...get a vasectomy! i want no kids ...I am to young for all that" Moving his hand around to the side of her neck, he slipped his other over her hip and looked down at her."Amalia, listen to me," he whispered. "This is your life now. I know it might not be what you planned, but it's happening. This is your home, I'm your husband, and this is your life."Turning her head up towards him, he looked into her eyes. He could still see the fear in them, the glints of wetness from her tears."I can tell you're strong, and you'll have to be. A little unpleasantness now, and before you know it you'll be enjoying a position that you never would have been able to before." Amalia looks up at him as she didn't know how to make sense of it all. A part of her wanted to trust her husband but a larger part she feared the power he had over her life.: " I know, i know....its just so much...i didn't imagine my life to be like this...its all...." *tries to calm down before she spoke again* " I'm sorry, i didn't mean to lash out....i just never been away from my parents and ask to start my life with a stranger..."The butler has the staff clean and reset the soup bowls while they talk before even his wife notice as all was in order before they left again. She looks at him still shaking : " i just dont wanna be locked up here...i wanna be at least able to go out and do things...*Force herself to try accept he was her husband but still found it hard* " How about you let me at least take classes and go out.?...i promise not contact my family or friends..**it was obvious she was making an effort to accept her new life eve she was freak out of the situation***( miss you, contact e plz )

A package (Kililia & downhomeguy)

The Beginning_ The First Last Age (IC)

The OoCIn the beginning there were words, and then there languages, and there were stories, and then there was the civilization who would bring these stories into reality. An entire world of immortals, a race composed of gods came from nothing into the world. They built great works, and tore them down as well, with no thought. This continued for years, their creations becoming more refined and subtle until they were not only ultimate in power but in knowledge as well. It was a island utopia in a sea of absolute nothingness. But while the darkness outside of the god's creation seemed endless, there were other things beyond it.The First Age of the gods lasted for thousands of years, but it was brought to an end with the arrival of something even older. A massive living planet, a god among gods, came out of the void. The creature called itself Perpadeus, and said it was the creator of the gods. It brought with it a box, containing knowledge of the god's future, as evidence of its claims. While the first two ages of the gods were mostly uneventful, it was proven accurate time and time again. Perpadeus became both the god's citadel and their king, and lead them into the Second Age.The details are foggy and not even the most powerful of the gods can form a complete narrative, but it is known that the Second Age ended in violence and death. Someone or something gained the ability to kill gods, and launched a massive war on them. The gods lost, driven from their creations on to the safety of Perpadeus. Perpadeus helped the gods by transporting them to a new reality, where they vowed not to expand beyond Perpadeus.The Third Age was peaceful to start, but even a city as enormous as Perpedeus could not contain the gods. Eventually disagreements started, over the matter of creation and many other things. Cival war broke out, and yet again the power to kill gods was somehow granted to those who lead the warring factions. The intelligence and power of the gods were turned to killing each other, and the destruction was terrible. The Gods used doomsday weapons that prevented their victims from creating new gods, and the population slowly became sterile even as they were reduced to nightmarishly tiny amounts. Fourteen gods were left, all infants, with no way to repopulate. Perpadeus knew that something would be needed to save the gods, and while the godly civil war was regarded as the end of the Third Age, Perpadeus' decision was considered the beginning of the Fourth.Perpadeus created another god, to keep the gods from warring and act as a messenger to it. It named this god of its own creation Pandeimos, and made him its servant in the cities on its surface. The Fourth Age is when we begin our story, but it is not where we will end it. The fourteen other gods, most too young to remember the end of the Third Age, are debating whether to create a world beyond Perpadeus, and Pandeimos is considering the idea. As well, the box of Perpadeus predicts four more ages, with the eighth being the beginning of something beyond the box's sight. The first four ages were the ages of the gods, but the last four belong to their creations.The First Last AgePandeimos was bored, to put it simply. While he was a king among kings, Perpadeus had slowly started to restrict the things he was allowed to do. He was like an overprotective father, scared that history would repeat itself for a third time and the gods would finally end. Of course, the prophecy box predicted a much longer future for the gods, but not even omnipotent beings like Perpadeus could be rational all of the time. Pandeimos wallowed in his boredom on a giant throne of gold and ruby. The throne was more of a ceremonial thing than an actual gift, as most of the gods could summon similar chairs without any kind of effort. Pandeimos felt something, like a headache but more subtle and purposeful. Perpadeus was summoning him to talk in person, a rare occurance even for the god-planet's official messenger. Pandeimos felt himself exit his body, flying far out from the corporeal manifestation of Perpadeus and staring at the surface of the world.The planet was decorated with enormous carvings of bearded faces, which in turn were adorned with tall crowns of strange metals. Each head was larger than a continent, and was visible from space. Perpadeus began to speak, as each head slowly turned on invisible tracks of magic towards Pandeimos they became animated, moving in unison to relay Perpadeus' messages. "Hello, my child." Perpadeus spoke like an actor who was struggling to find his character, awkward and emotionless. "I do not usually delve into the matters of mere gods, but as there are only a scarce few left, I learn of more complex matters. I understand that you do not feel mentally stimulated, that you want to do more with your time on this plain of reality." Pandeimos felt a searing pain enter his mind, like the psychic message to meet with Perpadeus only a thousand times more painful. Pandeimos let out a cry, managing to speak after a few seconds of pain. "What... what was that? Was that you?" Perpadeus chuckled slightly, a subtle movement that only a god could register. He spoke again. "My apologies, I sometimes do not know my own strength." Pandeimos found that odd, as Perpadeus always knew exactly what he was doing. "I have implanted an idea inside your mind, a plan for a world of the god's creations. You and the other gods will shape it, bend it to your will. It will serve to alleviate the boredom you feel, and fulfill the predictions made by my box. However, always remember that I was the one who created the plans for the world, and all of your efforts to shape the world in your own image will simply create the things I have divined. Go now, gather the other gods and tell them of my will."Pandeimos shuddered and awoke on his throne. He had found Perpadeus a little strange, he was always odd but during the meeting he had seemed odd in a slightly different way. However, Pandeimos was in a good mood for some reason, and despite his worry over Perpadeus he had an enormous smile plastered on his face. He would call a council, and they would debate Perpadeus's plan. He sent out a psychic signal, which travelled along webs of magic and wires, through every form of communication that each god preferred, across the surface of the citadel. Pandeimos raised his hand and willed his throne from the small secluded room through the metal halls of Perpadeus to a great golden circular room. This room had been created by Perpadeus after the godly civil war to comfort the fourteen left. There were fourteen other thrones in the room, each different than the last, suiting each god's tastes and needs. In the center of the room was a strange piece of golden machinery, resembling a flower that had bloomed but much more angular and covered in glowing runes. This had been where Perpadeus had created Pandeimos to guide the other fourteen, and it had not been touched since. Pandeimos flicked his wrist, and the throne fell to the ground, attaching itself to a small stump of gold and completing the circle. Pandeimos reclined on the throne, massive smile still beaming, and waited for the other gods to arrive. Lutheleth stood tall in his greatest hall, and favorite place of recreation, a place he called 'Kote li Gè'--Place of War. However, without any truly sentient occupants, the battles grew less heated. The flow of precious blood eventually slowed as he waded through it, as his enemies challenged him less and less as he got used to their tactics. They were only mindless animals, and to add to that, temporary, he could only conjure up these opponents for a short time before their time on the plane was finished and they vanished, this was why he could not spend the time to perfect his creations. It was for a reason he did not necessarily agree with, the other gods feared some kind of war or other conflict--but to him, it seemed the only way.Removing his bone helm, he dropped it to the floor and brought up his great halberd in a mighty overhand swing, slicing from a nearby fierce-clawed beast his head, before he let the large weapon's momentum carry it upwards again and then let it fall once more, striking down another of the beasts. After this, he stopped, feeling a poke at his mind. Not long after, a messenger, clad in the same armor crafted of bone--but far less finely honed--as his, kneeling him."My great lord and commander Lutheleth, Pandeimos summons the gods to council. It seems important, my lord." the messenger said, before dissolving to nothing just as the rest of Lutheleth's creations. "So, Pandeimos summons me from my great battles. It had very well be important." he muttered to himself, before slamming the end of his halberd onto the hard floor of his hall, the loud echo resounding across the room. One of the far walls opened, and he made his way out of his little 'paradise' and to Pandeimos, still carrying his massive weapon, though he did not return his helm to his brow."I am here as you have requested, Pandeimos." he announced, before striding to his throne--which, depicted in carving, showed great battles and rivers of blood, all flowing to a cup, which a depiction of himself drank from. Gratlevor was tinkering as usual. Before long steam and sparks came all around the walls stopping at a small window-like maching in the corner that flashed to life bearing the words in light script, "Meeting in Progress". Gratlevor jumped up quickly and ran to the meeting hall. He quickly straightened his tall hat, and halfway there he realized he left his staff. He then turned his hand with a snap and the 'wooden' staff shot into his hand with sparks still coming from the bottom. Gratlevor stamped it out on the ground and charged ahead again. He slowed down and started combing his bear thoughtfully just before entering the room."Greetings friends. May there not be a danger to the peace."He said sitting in his chair which reclined and held different metal pieces that Gratlevor picked up and tinkered with."So what is the reason we are here, if I may ask?" A humble monastery that rested at the top of a mountain was the home of Quin. It was a very mortal dwelling for such an immortal being. It lay crookedly without the splendour, magnificence, or wonder that were familiar qualities to other Gods's demesne, the old wood and peeling paint of the little temple-upon-the-mountain looked even less impressive, and even more dearth of godly absolution.Quin upon the humble monastery upon the mountain, sat crossed legged contemplating. He felt an unnatural tenseness grabbing the very fabric of existence, a creeping omen of things to come. As for what those things may be? That was the strangest thing as well, his vision was foggy, to peer into the future was no more easy for him than to gaze at the sun through the clouds. Formless, meaningless, yet he knew something was still there, plainly so.His musings were interrupted as Pandeimos's summoning made itself known. His mountain trembled as the air grew thick and black, rain and thunder pounded the walls of his home, threatening to give way in the onslaught of the elements. He nodded, and picked himself off the ground. Opening the wide doors to the main entrance he appeared, not on the mountain, but in the council room. He smiled in a daze at his fellow gods, and took a seat on an unassuming stone tablet, smooth and bare of all marking.He waited for the council to begin, mindful of his uneasy predicition. Bhimsen was inside one of his new creations, that doesn't give you any information though... a imbecile could have guessed that.It is Bhimsen we are talking about, he creates areas, timeline, people, devils angles and occasionally gods for fun; well creates is a bit of strong word for it, messes with sounds more accurate although wrecks havoc will be equally suitable. Rumours hunts the land that he creates imitations of his enemies, traps their life in it and torture them till they die... then heal them to begin the whole process. I am not saying anything.He was in a place, unknown where perhaps in one of alternate realities as he walked around the blood filled the floor and screams filled the air. Oh, it was creation 77 6F 72 73 74 20 74 68 61 6E 20 68 65 6C 6C; his newest creation. He had to number his creations to even keep track of it: and even then it was a hard job. He didn't really know the reason why he created this place, he may have had too much to drink last night before creating this place but it did seem fun. As he walked into a cell, he looked at a hung man dripping with blood with its gut open and intestines in open display. There was no sign of stomach though, wonder where that went... either that or Bhimsen was getting bit too busy last night. The man had no skin, and internal organs were in full view however there seemed to be quite a large cut in his left lung, just below heart: or was that a hole? Bhimsen, curious as ever moved forward and raised his hands to push it: it didn't move. Perhaps it was a scar. He, then took out a knife and cut it to form a hole: now it was a giant hole in lungs of a living man. Oh, didn't I mention it? This is a real man, and he is living. Well, he is re-living anyway: he kinda died when his kidneys were pulled up and stitched with liver; then Bhimsen brought him to life by partially healing him.As Bhimsen was about to do something else, a man entered the room: it was Bhimsen's right hand in matters of both personal and business. Bhimsen spoke,"Pratap, what is the matter?". He replied,"Great Lord, Pandeimos has issued call to all gods summoning them to the council"Bhimsen was surprised to say the least,"do you know what this is about", as he walked out of the cell together with Pratap who replied,"no, the messenger told me that he didn't ask, although it apparently seemed important."Bhimsen sighed as he said,"well, Pandeimos doesn't summon everyone that much: guess it is something important. I better go, everything here is fine. If you are managing the creations, keep this guy safe; I am running tests on him. Feel free to try if you want and tell Aka to feel free to try it if she wants. Dont reveal it to others though, it could cause scandal."Pratap, nodded in acknowledgement as Bhimsen vanished.After two minutes or so, he reappeared inside gates of the council, and he looked at Pandeimos and announced,"Arriving in council as you requested, Pandeimos"as he marched through the council to the his throne shown above, as he sat on his throne over the skeleton and with his left hand grasped a skull on the throne. Fire erupted, engulfing the entire throne however within matter of moments: the fire was gone and sulks began to regenerate on outside... slowly, and creepingly the eye balls formed, teeth began to slowly grow and finally skin crept op from the chin to cover the face: although it was still not what you would call firm. It was rather elastic. "It took you long enough to get here, my friend." Lutheleth muttered to Bhimsen, not looking up from the task that currently occupied him, polishing and cleaning tge halberd that he held across his lap like one would a new born babe. He glanced up, speaking through his beard a bit more clearly this time. "Not to become impatient, but would you care to tell us what is so important it interrupted my battles, Pandeimos? Not to infer I don't believe that whatever this meeting is about is important..." Lutheleth said, blinking slowly. Anmol sat on his throne in the underworld sorting out a few more souls. The brave, the valiant ones were given a chance to serve him as his soldiers, while others were banished to the eternal darkness of the underworld. The rune like markings on his body radiated a fiery glow and a black ghostly aura emerged from his body. The seemingly unending cavern was full of cries and shrieks, and Anmol was the only source of light there, although dim. A messenger, an orc dressed in an armour, approached him, bowing low, "My Lord, the Great Invoker, may your name reign always. Pandeimos wishes for your presence in a meet". Anmol stood up at once and the underworld blazed up with a fiery glow, and at the same time, fell totally silent. "I hope he has some purpose to call me in the time i am raising my army", Anmol whispered. His eyes gave a black glow and a black flame engulfed him. Before he himself knew, he had emerged in the divine hall. He took a seat in the mid of Luetheleth and Bhimsen, the gods he liked the most. His seat was of black marble and had the same rune like markings that covered his body. Dovah was sailing along in his ship, when a voice whispered in his ear. It told him of a meeting in the great halls. Smiling, well mentally as he didn't have a face, Dovah adjusted the course of his great ship,The Hydra, and began sailing towards land. As he docked, the Great Captain walked, longcoat billowing behind him in the sea breeze, along the docks until he reached the area of the meeting.Dovah tipped his hat to the servants that met him at the door, the re-adorned his head with the hat. The God of Water walked onward until he made it to the meeting hall. He nodded his acknowledgements, the sat down in what appeared to be emptiness. As he sat, however, water seeped up through the ground, out the walls, etc. and turned into a throne, becoming solid just as his buttocks reached it."Greetings, friends. And with some of you, I of course use the word lightly." he said, which was more of a whispered thought, with a defined voice, which oozed with authority. "My friends, and unlike Dovah I am sincere when I say that, you know I would not summon you here unless I had something important to say." Every part of Pandeimos's body, excluding his teeth and eyes, glowed a warm reddish gold as he spoke. "I have got an idea, or more accurately, Perpadeus has given me one. We will create a great new world for our creations to live in, no longer confined to the halls of our king. Even now Perpadeus and I use our powers to set in place the basic laws and sciences that will govern the world. I only wish to know what your opinion is on the matter of creating a new reality. However, before you make a decision, view through my eyes the wondrous realm your creations will reside within. Now, let's have some fun! We can't be too serious, can we?" Pandeimos grew even brighter until the entire room was a blank white, not even the other gods could see through the energy radiating from Pandeimos. The entire room became a blank white expanse of nothingness, the only thing the gods could see were themselves, and the grinning mouth of Pandeimos. The light faded into an equally infinite darkness, though the gods could see again. A massive glowing form came into view far away, and as it passed by Pandeimos could sense the fundamentally chaotic realm the gods had been transported to becoming more structured and orderly. Perpadeus was hard at work, using an avatar to change raw magical energy into more mundane forces, spinning out energy and simple atoms like a spider making its web. While the world was still not made, the laws of science and magic, and the raw material of the universe, was now in place.As Perpadeus formed his creations, Pandeimos noticed odd things fading in from the darkness. They were similar, yet different, than the technology on Perpadeus, but it was clear that they were lifeless, unlike the god-planet. Broken statues, massive pieces of technology, they exuded an air of sadness and ruin. They seemed to be coated in some kind of runic language, but no god could decipher them. Pandeimos, being a god, was rarely surprised, but this was one of those rare occasions. "Perpadeus" he said, his confusion sharply contrasting his usual charismatic and authoritative tone. "What are those ruined things? For once in my life I have no theories, no clues to base anything on about them." While Perpadeus's physical body was still in the realm above the one the gods were viewing, and only appeared as a bright light, Pandeimos could tell his attention had turned to him. "They are relics of the Titan race, older than the gods." Perpadeus seemed stern yet sad, like a parent disappointed with his child. "They were once like you, but they fell to ruin and chaos, and now this is all that is left of them. The Titan relics that I bring into this world are beautiful, deadly, thought-provoking and even sometimes entertaining, but their most notable trait is that they cannot be touched or manipulated by the gods. However, theirpurposeis to show you what could happen if the gods fall from grace. They will be buried at the center of the world, and will form the foundation for the world you create. Treat them with caution and reverence." Perpadeus, his work done, snuffed out his form in the created world, returning to the realm of the gods. Pandeimos glowed brightly once again, and the gods found themselves back on their thrones."Sorry about that sudden road trip, technically we never left but I have to assume at least one of was a little bit shocked." Pandeimos said. He sent a short mental message to Dovah."Probably Lutheleth. His temper is even shorter than his mind is small."He clasped his hands and leaned backwards. "So, anyway, me and Perpadeus have decided to start the creation of a new world, a created world. What are your thoughts on this matter?" "Well obviously we have no say in the matter other than what is put on this world. This is a sand-box. All we need is imagination, and our creations will come forth from the darkness. I say this is a splendid idea, but I request an area where my creations can live without worry of damage, or war."Gratlevor said looking at the other gods, then back at Pandeimos."May I also be able to live on the world, in a secluded area where I may watch my creations."He said with a smile. "This is, indeed, a very good idea. This great city was bound only to contain us for so long, I felt before. I agree wholely to the idea. And Gratlevor, for your sake I hope that wasn't a poke towards me. On this world, I too would request a place where my creations may prosper, and do battle when they so choose. I imagine honor in battle means a great deal to sons to the god of war." Lutheleth said, sitting up a bit now. The idea was definitely a good one, and he genuinely wanted to see it carried out. "No Lutheleth, I understand how you would sport battle. If you would like I could even create training golems for your people. I was simply wanting a place where they could be peaceful, without the idiotic wars that some creations would have over expansion. Yes if my creations wished to defend an ally, then they would go to war, but I am just thinking of the overall peace."Gratlevor said with a smile. Bhimsen looked towards Lutheleth, as he said with a sigh,"yes, I was taking a nap. When did you get here?"however before Lutheleth could answer, white covered the room and they were on the road trip.Back, Perpadeus revealed his plan was quite a intriguing one, to say the least and if properly implemented: it would be quite exciting. Shiva stroked one of the skulls with left hand as he spoke,that, is certainly a... intriguing idea and a bold move to create new world. Since it sounds quite dangerous, I am fully behind it however, we should grant each god here a section of the world that they may choose. They are free to rein as they see fit in that territory and create any creations they wish so as long as it is within their sector however, as basic rule: I would like to purpose that every creation must be mortal and as god of death, I control their deaths. Great Nepal wrote:Bhimsen looked towards Lutheleth, as he said with a sigh, "yes, I was taking a nap. When did you get here?" however before Lutheleth could answer, white covered the room and they were on the road trip. Back, Perpadeus revealed his plan was quite a intriguing one, to say the least and if properly implemented: it would be quite exciting. Shiva stroked one of the skulls with left hand as he spoke, that, is certainly a... intriguing idea and a bold move to create new world. Since it sounds quite dangerous, I am fully behind it however, we should grant each god here a section of the world that they may choose. They are free to rein as they see fit in that territory and create any creations they wish so as long as it is within their sector however, as basic rule: I would like to purpose that every creation must be mortal and as god of death, I control their deaths."I would request that not to be the case. I say that death should be natural, not controlled by you. If you throw a tantrum we will have a genocide. I say that your powers in this case should be checked. If there are circumstances such as severe injury, illness, or old age then yes that will work. I just do not trust your methods as well as I would if a commitee were in charge of these beings' lives and deaths."Gratlevor said with a solid face and firm tone. Dovah's mind quickly raced to the many different areas of this new world there was to create. The ice caps, the oceans, the rivers, the lakes, even the rain and snow! Water encompassed so many things, and Dovah knew that with a little bit of rum or blood, he could create amazing aquatic creatures and stunning aquatic cities simply for adventure. He already had one idea in mind, a sort of pet for himself, also a servant."The lives and deaths of these creatures is a sensitive matter." Dovah whispered, his whispered, telepathic voice commanding respect, "I would like to ask to provide a refuge for those who die at sea, and permission to punish those who disrespect the oceans. I have an idea for a nasty little creature that would make heroes should they survive." "Thank you for vote of confidence", said Bhimsen sarcastically before continuing,"certainly not. At least not unless, we were establishing committee to oversee every other power, including creation and destruction"he said narrowing his eyes at Gratlevor."Every god must keep total control over their domain in the new world; it is fast, easy and logical", with a firm tone. "Any creations who die honorably in battle, I shall have a great afterlife of victorious celebration for. It would only be fitting for such things that they bask in the glory of thier accomplishments, even in death." Lutheleth said, stroking his beard. "As for the creations' deaths, I will have to agree with Gratlevor, the alternative would just be too dependent on our underworldly friend, he could send them all to their graves. It should be natural. Now as for the division of such a world..." Lutheleth finished, glancing towards Pandeimos."Settled when we create it or settled now?" Lancearc wrote:"Any creations who die honorably in battle, I shall have a great afterlife of victorious celebration for. It would only be fitting for such things that they bask in the glory of thier accomplishments, even in death." Lutheleth said, stroking his beard. "As for the creations' deaths, I will have to agree with Gratlevor, the alternative would just be too dependent on our underworldly friend, he could send them all to their graves. It should be natural. Now as for the division of such a world..." Lutheleth finished, glancing towards Pandeimos."Settled when we create it or settled now?""Ah, if we are speaking of afterlifes, how would pirates go." Dovah asked, "While they died in battle, most would die at sea. I would gladly give them refuge and travel to a pirate's paradise."Dovah thought on of the wonderous adventures he would have in his world, but soon turned his attention to the creation of his most devout followers. What would they look like? Where would they live? Then he had it, they would live all over the globe in the oceans. Quin smiled in a dreamy way. If the proclamation had affected him in any way, he certainly did not find it necessary to show it. "Alas poo fellows, there is very little among the affairs of gods's which are ever so simple or as complicated as we'd like. As for my own view? We should tread carefully, be mindful that though this brings with it the chance for new, unprecedented growth, orentertainmentas some of my brothers have so aptly deemed it, it also brings with it the chance for yet unknowable consequences. Menaces and maledictions against mortal and God alike."He shrugged. "Of course, despite my objections, I must say that the proposition is quite intriguing. If we wish to pursue full force? Let us, and let the volley of arrows fall upon us soon after, cast by our hubris, and rightly so." "And if I may, I could take the great scholars, and put their memories and knowledge into golems after their deaths. That way their information doesn't die away, and they get somewhat enhanced abilities after death."Gratlevor said with a smile. "I have an idea that I think you will all be happy with." Pandeimos interjected. "I have in my mind the ideas for the beginning of two races, TheAnguisand the Humans. To satisfy Bhimsen, I will make it so the humans are living on borrowed time, eventually they will go to his world. In return, I will give them great freedom. Until they die no god will directly interfere with their affairs." Pandeimos turned from Bhimsen to the other gods. "The other races may be ageless like the Anguis or mortal like the humans, choose as you see fit, and your creations may go to the afterlife of your choice. However, if our creations have lived a good and selfless life, they will go tot the afterlife of their choosing, not yours." "This is a good compromise. I may ask though. If there is a certain being that is not among our own races, if the being dies, would we be able to ask the creator of said race if we may bring them to our after life, and/or place their soul and mind into our own creations?"Gratlevor said stroking his beard. Utceforp wrote:"I have an idea that I think you will all be happy with." Pandeimos interjected. "I have in my mind the ideas for the beginning of two races, The Anguis and the Humans. To satisfy Bhimsen, I will make it so the humans are living on borrowed time, eventually they will go to his world. In return, I will give them great freedom. Until they die no god will directly interfere with their affairs." Pandeimos turned from Bhimsen to the other gods. "The other races may be ageless like the Anguis or mortal like the humans, choose as you see fit, and your creations may go to the afterlife of your choice. However, if our creations have lived a good and selfless life, they will go tot the afterlife of their choosing, not yours.""I still request the refuge of other races at sea." Dovah said, "Pirates are bound to pop up, and I would like to give them some type of aquatic afterlife to strive for. Otherwise, what hope to they have? As for my nasty beast, perhaps I could counsel with Bhimsen, Pandeimos and a few others as to when it is allowed to attack?" -removed- "Perhaps... we each create a sort of moral guideline for our chosen creations, keeping that they are mortal of course. We will give them our teachings, instructing them on how to act, what to think, such like that. For the precious few that heed our words? We shall lead them into our own domain, a rightly place for such loyal mortals. For all others, well, give them to Bhimsen, I'msureour brother will treat these wayward souls justly." Asterdan wrote:"I still request the refuge of other races at sea." Dovah said, "Pirates are bound to pop up, and I would like to give them some type of aquatic afterlife to strive for. Otherwise, what hope to they have? As for my nasty beast, perhaps I could counsel with Bhimsen, Pandeimos and a few others as to when it is allowed to attack?""Would you like a Mechanical beast? I could probably whip something up that could do some aquatic damage."Gratlevor said with an evil grin."You would have complete control of it. I just want to see what I could do with Aquatic Machinery."Gratlevor then turned to Quin."Yes. Perhaps we each could have a set of guidelines that, if followed as close as possible, will lead not only our own creatures, but any creature that decides to follow it, soul to the corresponding after life." Fowlick wrote:Asterdan wrote:"I still request the refuge of other races at sea." Dovah said, "Pirates are bound to pop up, and I would like to give them some type of aquatic afterlife to strive for. Otherwise, what hope to they have? As for my nasty beast, perhaps I could counsel with Bhimsen, Pandeimos and a few others as to when it is allowed to attack?""Would you like a Mechanical beast? I could probably whip something up that could do some aquatic damage."Gratlevor said with an evil grin."You would have complete control of it. I just want to see what I could do with Aquatic Machinery."Gratlevor then turned to Quin."Yes. Perhaps we each could have a set of guidelines that, if followed as close as possible, will lead the creatures soul to the corresponding after life.""That would be interesting, however I have already mentally created my 'Guardian of the Ocean'. I'll let the races give their own name to this creature as they will. Perhaps I will just let it live on its own, attacking whenever it needs to feed." Dovah said, shrugging, "That would give an even better reason for one who survives to be called a hero." Sulamalik wrote:"Perhaps... we each create a sort of moral guideline for our chosen creations, keeping that they are mortal of course. We will give them our teachings, instructing them on how to act, what to think, such like that. For the precious few that heed our words? We shall lead them into our own domain, a rightly place for such loyal mortals. For all others, well, give them to Bhimsen, I'm sure our brother will treat these wayward souls justly.""I agree with our friend's wise words. This seems a better compromise, challenge them to live according to their god and reward them for doing so. Surely enough of a reason for our mortals to heed the path to their own god's afterlife. And as he said, the ones who don't will get well accquainted with Bhimsen." "I like that idea", he said looking at Quin"it shares power between all of the gods, seems quite fair and I will of course treat them justly". He smiled before looking at Dovah,"I am sure I could whip up one afterlife for pirates, under my control obviously. I will take consul fro you as to who are to belong there, obviously." Great Nepal wrote:"I like that idea", he said looking at Quin "it shares power between all of the gods, seems quite fair and I will of course treat them justly". He smiled before looking at Dovah, "I am sure I could whip up one afterlife for pirates, under my control obviously. I will take consul fro you as to who are to belong there, obviously.""As long as may give them passage there, you may do as you wish." Dovah said, his whisper still oozing with authority, but also showing respect.He would've smiled if he had a face, thinking of this compromise. Dovah decided to work on the plans for his multitude of aquatic life, so he drifted silently away into the dark recesses of his mind. "OK, Now that we have the Afterlife figured out for the most part why don't we get on the actual creating other than destroying."Gratlevor said while stroking his beard."I have an idea. We each create our domains. These areas will not be right next to eachother, but they will be scattered. After the creation of our personal terrains, we will then work together to fill the void between these areas, as to make it new, yet familiar to each of our creations. After that we return to our territories and form our creatures. Eventually our creatures will wish to expand as to free up room, but due to the space between our territories this keep war at a minimum for the meantime. Eventually there will be battles over land, but they are far off."Gratlevor said nodding and smiling. "That sounds fair enough", he said as he looked at Dovah; he would still control their destiny and that is what he was concerned about.After listening to Gratlevor in matter of creation, Bhimsen was not convinced... it sounded too hippy and peaceful"alternatively, we could divide entire world into ten equal sections: one for each of us. We will be given ruler-ship over the domain to do what we wish: both in terms of terrain and creatures. This may lead to situations, where the creations are more willing to explore rather than stay behind." Pandeimos thought for a moment, then spoke. "I agree with Gratlevor. We should create the most fundamental aspects of the universe, our sub-realms, and then worry about the details. I will create an object to light the planet, a sea of molten rock for the land to rest on, and a hall for the dead to be sorted and judged before being sent to Bhimsen or the realm of their god. Who will create the geography of this new world?" "I could, but I am not sure if you would want that. There would be a lot of metal."Gratlevor said thoughtfully. "Actually now that I think about it I could break down the metal into a pourous mixture. And I could solidify the mix...Ok I should be able to do it."Gratlevor said with a smile. OOC: Sorry for not posting earlier- was on a trip.Vorrei had appeared previously, sneaking around in the shadows as she listened to the gods. The talk about creating a realm for them and their creations made her very anxious. Vorrei was so full of her hellish and demonic ideas that she could not wait to establish her world. She slipped out of stealth, and appeared before the gods. Vorrei stood there without motion, and continued to listen to the discussion. Utceforp wrote:Pandeimos thought for a moment, then spoke. "I agree with Gratlevor. We should create the most fundamental aspects of the universe, our sub-realms, and then worry about the details. I will create an object to light the planet, a sea of molten rock for the land to rest on, and a hall for the dead to be sorted and judged before being sent to Bhimsen or the realm of their god. Who will create the geography of this new world?""I will, as expected, fill the world with water. The rain, oceans, lakes and rivers. They will flow from my ship's reservoir." Dovah said simply.He removed his hat for a moment to scratch the top of his head, then readorned his crown with the headpiece. Smirking (mentally of course), he thought once more of his great beast, his Guardian of the Ocean. Quin laughed. "And so for the metals I shall form great shields upon them, creating vast mountain ranges which shall divided up the land. From the earth I will make it rise and fall, let valley's form to guide the rivers and deltas open forth to create estuaries. Of course, my brothers will have to permit me that right. I make no claims to suzerainty over their elements, simply permission for landscaping." "Since I have no reason to worry about the full geography you may go ahead and form the surrounding lands. At least I think that you have the right to balance the land. If I may I will go and experiment in my corner of the world."Gratlevor said with a smile. He then flew off and stopped. Then a chunk the size of Australia glowed, and around it large mountains of pure steel rose. The steel then changed to stone, and the perimeter of the mountain range was sealed. On the inside smoke rose and noises of machinery rose to all ears. "Dovah, if I may, but I suggest creating a location in between darkness and light. My creations will act as gatekeepers, and will remain there as long as they need to be. The Pillars of Twilight, I would like to suggest, would be a chain of dense forests, mountains, seas, lakes, rivers, ravines, valleys, and all other sorts of landscape that would prevent volatile creations from fighting their opposites to ensure the stability of the worlds," Vorrei suggested, giving a perplexing look as she brainstormed for the new world. Aeken wrote:"Dovah, if I may, but I suggest creating a location in between darkness and light. My creations will act as gatekeepers, and will remain there as long as they need to be. The Pillars of Twilight, I would like to suggest, would be a chain of dense forests, mountains, seas, lakes, rivers, ravines, valleys, and all other sorts of landscape that would prevent volatile creations from fighting their opposites to ensure the stability of the worlds," Vorrei suggested, giving a perplexing look as she brainstormed for the new world.Dovah thought for a moment, then nodded, "It is only natural that the light wouldn't reach all the way to the ocean floor. If you would like to guard the area between, be my guest. Just beware my own Guardians. Unless, of course, meant this in some other sense of the word?"Dovah smirked mentally, interlocking his fingers and resting his hands on his chin. He began thinking of the immortal guardians he would make, the Eight Guardians, one Guardian for each of the Seven Major Cities of the Atlanteans, his mortal creations, and the Guardian of the Ocean, his nasty beastie. "Very well. And I can assure you, I have no reason to meddle in your affairs," she assured. Vorrei was confident in her abilities to maintain the soon-to-be Pillars. She began mentally preparing ideas for her creations and their responsibilities. "Don't get too carried away with the water there. I'd like reserved an island on your vast oceans, a secluded and sacred place where the loyal to me, the greatest mortal warriors of all races, shall make a pilgrimage to to dual with my true champions, the immortal race that I create." Lutheleth said as he ran a hand down the shaft of his halberd, apparently testing the smoothness of it and stopping if he found any kind of error in the grip. Lancearc wrote:"Don't get too carried away with the water there. I'd like reserved an island on your vast oceans, a secluded and sacred place where the loyal to me, the greatest mortal warriors of all races, shall make a pilgrimage to to dual with my true champions, the immortal race that I create." Lutheleth said as he ran a hand down the shaft of his halberd, apparently testing the smoothness of it and stopping if he found any kind of error in the grip."Gladly, assuming that on the return, they fight the most powerful creature in the sea, the immortal Guardian of the Ocean!" Dovah said, his whisper filled with vigor, "They can't kill him, so they just survive until he decides the battle is over." Asterdan wrote:Lancearc wrote:"Don't get too carried away with the water there. I'd like reserved an island on your vast oceans, a secluded and sacred place where the loyal to me, the greatest mortal warriors of all races, shall make a pilgrimage to to dual with my true champions, the immortal race that I create." Lutheleth said as he ran a hand down the shaft of his halberd, apparently testing the smoothness of it and stopping if he found any kind of error in the grip."Gladly, assuming that on the return, they fight the most powerful creature in the sea, the immortal Guardian of the Ocean!" Dovah said, his whisper filled with vigor, "They can't kill him, so they just survive until he decides the battle is over.""Fair enough, though I believe the battle should either be on land--if your guardian can move about well on solid ground--or some kind of beneath-water sanctuary to allow the land-dwelling mortal species to maneuver with ease, considering that hauling weapons and armor into water is a bit of a death sentence." he said, nodding slightly as he spoke. Over the mountains you hear Gratlevor's voice yell,"Yeah, and give my area a moat. I will make tunnels for rivers later."The voice echoed as a few horns resound."Silence my creatures."Is the last that is heard from Gratlevor for the time being. Lancearc wrote:Asterdan wrote:"Gladly, assuming that on the return, they fight the most powerful creature in the sea, the immortal Guardian of the Ocean!" Dovah said, his whisper filled with vigor, "They can't kill him, so they just survive until he decides the battle is over.""Fair enough, though I believe the battle should either be on land--if your guardian can move about well on solid ground--or some kind of beneath-water sanctuary to allow the land-dwelling mortal species to maneuver with ease, considering that hauling weapons and armor into water is a bit of a death sentence." he said, nodding slightly as he spoke."I was assuming that this battle would take place with your people on a ship, but the Guardian CAN maneuver easily on land. Similar to a lizard in a way when he's on land." Dovah said. Lancearc wrote:Asterdan wrote:"Gladly, assuming that on the return, they fight the most powerful creature in the sea, the immortal Guardian of the Ocean!" Dovah said, his whisper filled with vigor, "They can't kill him, so they just survive until he decides the battle is over.""Fair enough, though I believe the battle should either be on land--if your guardian can move about well on solid ground--or some kind of beneath-water sanctuary to allow the land-dwelling mortal species to maneuver with ease, considering that hauling weapons and armor into water is a bit of a death sentence." he said, nodding slightly as he spoke."But what about Void faring entities? How would they fare?" Vorrei asked, concerned with the well being of her dark creatures. Aeken wrote:Lancearc wrote:"Fair enough, though I believe the battle should either be on land--if your guardian can move about well on solid ground--or some kind of beneath-water sanctuary to allow the land-dwelling mortal species to maneuver with ease, considering that hauling weapons and armor into water is a bit of a death sentence." he said, nodding slightly as he spoke."But what about Void faring entities? How would they fare?" Vorrei asked, concerned with the well being of her dark creatures."I imagine they would do well in water, considering that they aren't inherently physical, so I don't think that they would be slowed by water. I also don't believe they'd drown, enabling them to fight the Sea Guardian beneath the waves. You would know better than me about their properties though, so tell me, does that sound right?" "Similar, but not exact. They are composed of darkness, yes, but they are not very intangible due to their density," Vorrei corrected. "I wish to encroach upon Vorrei's domain slightly, with her permission of course. I request that you set aside a portion of your void outside of the world fo my use. Within the frozen emptiness I wish to build two cities. One will be built of glimmering sapphires, cut into the shape of bricks and made into great castles and grand cities. When the leaders and kings of the world die, or cross the empty sky, they will find this city as their reward for their good leadership. It will so massive that it will be seen from the earth despite being so far away, and will be looked upon by the people of the world during the night, and it will bring them peace and serenity. I will also create a forest of trees permanently covered in red leaves, which turn and shift like living fire. The truest free spirits, and only the most creative and unburdened, will make their way here after death, unless they are bound for another realm after their demise. It will be even larger than the Blue City, and it will give life to all of the plants of the world, and the light coming from it will be bright enough to cover half of the entire earth at one time, banishing night for a time and bringing hope to the world. I propose we call these two cities the Sun and the Moon." Pandeimos smiled again. He was loving this planning, but he longed to begin his work. He was a builder, not a thinker, and longed to escape from the meeting he had hastily called. Dovah began imagining all sorts of creatures that would fill the oceans and rivers. He smiled (again, mentally of course), knowing that his gift would be important, as life needed water and the fish would provide food. He realized that he was beginning to get anxious, ready to start creating. He had already pictured his mortal followers, and even seven major cities for them. Of course, they would build smaller ones and towns eventually.Afterwards, he pictured seven immortal guardians for the cities, bringing his Immortal creations count up to eight, if you wished to count the Guardian of the Ocean. His mind was stuck on one of exceptional beauty that he had pictured, the guardian of Atlantis, Atlanta. "I will permit it, Pandeimos. It will wonderfully contrast in the Void. Now, I know we all are anxious to create our new world, so I suggest we end this meeting," Vorrei responded, intent on ending the meeting of the gods to begin the establishment of her creatures and the areas of their domain. Aeken wrote:"I will permit it, Pandeimos. It will wonderfully contrast in the Void. Now, I know we all are anxious to create our new world, so I suggest we end this meeting," Vorrei responded, intent on ending the meeting of the gods to begin the establishment of her creatures and the areas of their domain.Dovah nodded."Seconded." he said, his whisper exuding more authority than ever before, his demeanor demanding respect.He looked around, though noone could tell who or what he was looking at precisely, as he had no eyes, only skin over where his eyes would be, the same with his nose and mouth. Dovah addressed Pandeimos directly next."Pandeimos," he said, "My ship is waiting, and unless I am mistaken, which I rarely am in these matters, the waves here are getting unusually rough and high, so I would like to get back as quickly as possible and get it to this new world." Quin nodded to the pantheon. "If I may... we have endeavored upon this course with curiosity being at the forefront of our motivations. However, mere creation doesn't satisfy mine own. Instead, it had always delighted to see what becomes of self-determination left to mortal hands, without interference good or bad. So this is what I propose, you, dear brothers and sisters, manifest your will into whatever beings you see fit. I however? I will create a people without any touch of divine spark; no wondrous powers, no godly gifts that elevate themselves above nature. Without the protection of immortals, without the protection of myself."A smile danced upon his lips. "I will give them no cause to know I watch over them. Let them mire in their despise assuming that of all the grand beings of this new world carry patron gods but them. Give them cause to doubt me, curse me, hate me more than anything in the world. And yet, if these indeed godless men of god manage to triumph. To overcome their mortality and vices without any assistance from me, well, I shall deliver the one who I feel walks the closest path to mine own and elevate him to godhood, ending mine own in the process. I don't imagine them lasting very long, but still, the stakes make the proposition seem so much more enticing."Quin stood up. "Well, we all have creation to indeed to. Let us depart with hubris and pride close to our hearts, shall we not?" As the others went on with their creation, Gratlevor had already begun. He had already created his 100,000 Golems, that would sleep till risen. He had also created a mortal race. This race was rather small. Small to fit in almost any crack, and yet intelligent. They were at home in the mountains and the mines, yet they enjoyed the open air. These were the dwarves. The first ones were in a single tribe of 100. These creatures had strength to mine, and therefore strength to live for a time. The average lifespan is expected to be 400 years, yet they are still mortal. From the center mountain, surrounded by the perimeter of the territory they came. This was their home, Gratlholm, House of Lords in their tongue. Here would be the start of the great dwarven civilization. After the creation of Gratlholm and its' residence Gratlevor swept the countryside and made it inhabitable not only by dwarves, but by any traveller that may come into the land. After the Land had been carved with riverbeds and lakes with small islands Gratlevor called upon Dovah."Hello friend."Gratlevor's voice came through machine that sounded of thunder to all others but he who was spoken to."I am ready for water to fill my lands. If you wish to study my creations feel free, but be in disguise. I fear that if you are seen then you will be feared due to your appearance." Fowlick wrote:As the others went on with their creation, Gratlevor had already begun. He had already created his 100,000 Golems, that would sleep till risen. He had also created a mortal race. This race was rather small. Small to fit in almost any crack, and yet intelligent. They were at home in the mountains and the mines, yet they enjoyed the open air. These were the dwarves. The first ones were in a single tribe of 100. These creatures had strength to mine, and therefore strength to live for a time. The average lifespan is expected to be 400 years, yet they are still mortal. From the center mountain, surrounded by the perimeter of the territory they came. This was their home, Gratlholm, House of Lords in their tongue. Here would be the start of the great dwarven civilization. After the creation of Gratlholm and its' residence Gratlevor swept the countryside and made it inhabitable not only by dwarves, but by any traveller that may come into the land. After the Land had been carved with riverbeds and lakes with small islands Gratlevor called upon Dovah."Hello friend."Gratlevor's voice came through machine that sounded of thunder to all others but he who was spoken to."I am ready for water to fill my lands. If you wish to study my creations feel free, but be in disguise. I fear that if you are seen then you will be feared due to your appearance.""Surely a tall, faceless pirate wouldn't THAT much trouble, would it?" he said, his whisper laced with humor and only reaching the ears (or perhaps mind) of Gratlevor, "I shall start on your lands as soon as mine are finished, Gratlevor."With that, Dovah left for his ship. Unfortunately, he had been correct about the waves. He quickly boardedthe Hydraand set sail. Soon, he sailed out of the realm of the gods and onto the waterless world of the creations. He sighed as his ship landed on deep, waterless grounds. He raised his hands and soon water was pouring out of every single opening of the ship. If he had a mouth he would have smiled as the oceans filled. From the oceans, water flowed up stream and riverbeds, filling them, then collected in lakes.Dovah was pleased with his gifts so far. Now, he decided was the time to build the Immortal Guardians. His first task was to build the Guardian of the Ocean, the nasty beast he had been so pleased with. Water began to collect in a huge area, slowly condensing into a form. The creature that was created was as long about the size of a modern cruise ship, with four legs, each with a clawed and webbed foot, a long tail with a fin and two tentacles coming out of its mouth that it could use to drag things or carry them."Ah, the Guardian of the Ocean is complete. Now on to the other immortals." Dovah said to himself.His first was the lovely Atlanta. He gave her the most power of water, and a commanding attitude. She lived to protect the city she would build as the capital of the Atlantean people, Atlantis. Dovah was attracted to her in a strange yet undeniable way, and he accidentally, or perhaps not so accidentally, placed a reciprocal attraction in her. After the Guardian of the Ocean, she was the leader of the Guardians, and since the Guardian was rarely around, Atlanta was usually considered the leader.Next, he created the ferocious warrior Pacifica. He was golden-haired/mustached/bearded/etc. with only one real hand, the other was a hook. He was very ferocious in battle, and was placed in charge of the city he would build as the military headquarters of the Atlanteans, Pacifis. He was always ready to fight for his master, and harbored a brotherly love for Atlanta.His fourth creation was Guardian Mediterrania. He was a tall man, with a spartan-like helmet which had a green, seaweed-like substance growing out of the top. His short beard and mustache were green, along with the algae that grew on his right arm, causing it to be quite large, with webbed fingers. He had armor over his left shoulder and around his pelvis, which traveled down his right leg a ways, netting connecting the two pieces. He had algae growing on his calves and around his pelves, a large, three-pronged weapon always in his left hand. He was to guard the city he would build as the most cultured of cities, Mediterraneas.The next of his creations was Indias. He was a large, red being, with muscles bulging out of his entire upper body. His fingers were black clawed and he had a mysterious aura about him. Indias had a long, smokey tail in place of legs which. He had a single tuft of black hair sticking out in a sort of ponytail, and a black handlebar-goatee combo. Indias had pupil-less, yellow eyes and rings in his pointed ears. Indias was to be the guardian of the city he would build to be the most exotic of the Atlantean cities, India. Indias always seemed to have an agenda of his own.His sixth creation was the one he took the most pleasure in creating. He was Nicholas, a fish-tailed man with a strong build. He wore a crown on his hand, golden cuffs on his wrists and sported a huge white beard and mustache, along with a head full of long white hair. Nicholas was given a jolly personality and a trident that could fire beams of hard-construct light. While Nicholas was usually a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, he could be serious when he needed to be, and could easily go one-on-one with Pacifica for months on end without tiring. He was given the task of traveling the world's oceans on Atlantmas to deliver gifts to good Atlantean children. Nicholas was also to be the guardian of the city he was to build in the northermost ocean, Artice.Next was Nicholas' blood brother, Antarica. He was a tall, brutish man with a very muscular build. His head was adorned with a blue helmet which had long, yellow horns coming from the sides. Next he had a yellow chest piece, held together by a blue X, going from the front and connecting in the back. His hand was adorned in blue, scaled gloves, he feet with boots and his legs with tights of a similar make. He had a blue belt from which hung a long piece of yellow fabric and pair of shorter, yellow tights over the blue ones. Antarica's skin was a pale blue, and he was charged with building and guarding the southernmost city in the southermost ocean, Antartis. Antarica was a man of brute strength and little words. He lived in his brothers shadow and longed to outdo him.His final immortal creation, for now anyways, was Redica. She had the smallest of the major cities to guard, Redsea. Redica turquoise skin and long turguoise hair. She has minimal armor on her upper-body and her lower body was a long fish tail. She carried with her at all times a spear. She was least outspoken, simply ready to do what she must.Dovah smiled at his immortal creations and decided to finish up Gratlevor's rivers. Lutheleth, too, had decided not to wait for their council to be ended proper, but instead set upon what was then created of this new world with great haste. He had donned has bone helm again, and his red cape billowed behind him as he walked the barren wasteland that was the current stage of their creation. He glanced around. Their was nothing yet, he would have to either mold the landscape himself or wait for it to be molded by the others. He opted for the former, it was quicker. He stopped, closing his eyes. In front of him, gracefully, yet with a sense of power and authority, rose agrand cityset upon a small rise in the rock around him, before grass and sky also grew into place.After, out of the ground, he arose an above-averagely sized man, animmortal guardian,sending unto him the finest golden armor and weapons, and the strength to carry such equipment. "You are the strongest warrior of your kind, you are Si'azhu, my guardian of Siphesis. Guard this great city with your life, for it shall soon thrive.""Yes, bound by my honor Lutheleth."He traveled quite a ways from Siphesis, before he stopped again. This time, a rotten place arose, a dead forest from which there was no escape for mortal murderers. To keep this place, he conjured a rotten, immortal man,Relvil,Keeper of the Dishonrable. He adorned this creation with tattered, yet still effective, golden armor and weapons. "You are Relvil. You will ensure the imprisonment of all murderers within this horrid place, Dibou. If there exists a kill without honor--a sneaky and deceitful murder--you shall bring the culprit to this place."Relvil answered in a raspy, broken voice. "Y...yes, Luth...eleth."For his next creation he returned to Siphesis, walking up to the great palace in the highest point of the city. Here, he created aproud immortal warrior,the epitome of honor and valor. He adorned him with strong silver armor, and a large battleaxe "You are Raenas. I have chosen you to command my soon to be immortal creations, the C'alu. Leading their armies is a guarantee of much honor. Do not waste it."Raenas replied by bending to a knee. "As you command, Lutheleth."Remaining in Siphesis, he gave life to another creation. This was a slender, yet powerfulwoman,who sported silver armor and an ebony sword, black as night. "You are Ranafta. You smile upon female warriors, who surpass even some great men in their abilities and technique."Ranafta nodded. "Yes, Lutheleth.Lutheleth made his way away from Siphesis, before carving out a river bank in the land. He could not yet add water, that would be Dovah's work. Here he gave rise to agreat holy city, dedicated to honorable battle--a circular arena stood at the middle--and worshipping him.To guard this city, he give life to agreatly obedient immortal follower of him, Ha'riy."You are Ha'riy, and you spread my teachings and protect this city. You curse murderers and dishonorable killers to Dibou, so that Relvil knows who must go."Ha'riy got to one knee and bowed his head. "Of course, my lord."Finally, Lutheleth gave rise to untouched wilderness, vast forests, mountain ranges, small deserts and swamps. Here, he aroseTuhphus,a great lion man, adorned in golden armor, a saphire badge and a great double-bladed war axe. "You, my most natural creation, will guard the untouched battlefields of this land. After a great battle, the bodies and burned foliage of the aftermath are yours to dispose of and your task is to let nature once again grow over the area, given enough time."He nodded silently.Lutheleth returned to Siphesis, sitting in the throne at the top of the palace and nodding thoughtfully. Soon, the immortalC'aluand the mortalBagattpopulated all of the cities, and he allowed them into the wilderness as well. For now, most lived in the cities. It would be some time before they grew advanced in their technology and knowledge, and formed hunter-gatherer nomadic societies, or even started forming small villages and towns outside of the major cities.Lutheleth admired his work in silence. A subtle change began to occur across the planet. A light slowly spread throughout the world, trickling like the rivers that Dovah was creating, until the entire world was coated with light. Pandeimos, however, found it boring. He had always thought that things should be chaotic and strange, or at least, he thought he had always thought like that. The light became multicoloured, beautiful and alien, and the first sunrise came into existence as the red forests of The Sun came into being far from the earth. Pandeimos looked down at the world, which Dovah Lutheleth and Gratlevor were hard at work creating, and spotted Dovah spawning powerful guardians for his world. Pandeimos found that concept to be an interesting one, and decided he needed his own guardians.Flahusswas created first, and given the title of the Flaming Hunter. He was sent to the forests of the Sun, and was given a humble house made of permanently flaming wood in the tallest and most grand forest of the Sun, the forest of Silld. He would guide those who were sent to the Sun on how to survive in the forests, but he would not help them.Initially Pandeimos decided that Flahuss was to be his one and only servant, but he saw that Flahuss was quickly becoming lonely, despite only existing for mere minutes. So, Pandeimos travelled far to the other side of the world, where the grand sapphire city of the Moon stood watch against the darkness. Pandeimos created a second servant, Glacalte, Queen above Kings. She was given a grand castle in the citadel of the Moon, Castung, and was tasked with stopping the rulers who would arrive after death from bickering and creating chaos. Pandeimos sent the moon flying so that Flahuss and Glacalte could meet, and the two fell in love.However, while the lord and lady of the moon and sun were looking at each other, the heat of the sun's forests began to melt the empty fortresses on the moon's surface, and the trees grew larger, like a spreading flame. The moon became lesser in size and in power than the sun, and Pandeimos immediately regretted what he had done. He made sure that the sun and the moon stayed separate, but Flahuss and Glacalte began to devise ways to meet in secret, without the disastrous effects that their first meeting had caused.Pandeimos also created one more servant, separate from the sub-pantheon of Flahuss and Glacalte. He started by raising great volcanoes out of the earth in the area he chose to work, as he did not want any mortals to accidentally find the results of his labour. In his ring of molten rock, Pandeimos dug deep into the earth, creating mazelike tunnels deep and winding, filled with magic designed to confuse and disorient those who went inside the Caves of Pandeimos. Far away, in the realm of the gods, Perpadeus watched with interest all the god's creations, but his focused on Pandeimos's strange tunneling. Eventually, Pandeimos dug past his sea of molten stone to find what he was looking for - The Ruins of the Titans. He searched until he found a powerful Titan weapon, a blue sword with a red hilt. He created the first man, an idealized version of the human race, and made him immortal in secret, free from the hands of Bhimsen. He at first created the human as a mindless automaton, and instructed him to pick up the titan sword. He named the human Milrd, and the sword he gave the name Schius. Pandeimos searched for longer, until he found a strange long box, obviously an oddly designed coffin. He instructed Milrd to open the box, which seemed to cause him pain, despite his existence as a mindless drone. Pandeimos made Milrd seal himself within the Titan coffin, and gave him free will and a soul. He placed Milrd in suspended animation, as a last resort doomsday weapon if the gods were in danger.Pandeimos exited his caves, finding that he himself was confused once or twice. He soared through the air until he found Dovah creating the waters of the world. He changed to his mortal form, and landed on the boat next to Dovah. "Ah, this was a wondrous idea of Perpadeus, was it not? Look at the beauty you have wrought below our feet, and the wonder I have created above our heads." Pandeimos was silent for a second, and then his tone became more casual. "What do you suppose would happen if I created my immortal race of Anguis in the middle of the sea, forced to swim to shore? It would be fun, and we could claim it was a test or a rite of passage or something." Vorrei too had followed suit with the abrupt departure from the meeting, leaving a shadow of herself to represent her as she relocated to her domain of creation.First, Vorrei aligned the world to the realm of the Void, where Pandeimos would be able to create his cities in the idle emptiness of the Void for all below to see. She had also created the Pillars of Twilight, the chain of terrain made to prevent to forces of darkness and light from reaching each other. Vorrei placed it in accordance with Dovah's seas, and made sure that there were no flaws in the chain.Then she moved on to puttingBeilthay, her 'City of the Void', in the middle of the Pillars, where the bridge to the Void would be.Vorrei then moved on to further her plan: two immortal beings. The first, the malicious, merciless, brute, and cunningElerqeim."Elerqeim, you are my eternal subordinate, and shall be awarded the position of Viceroy for Beilthay," Vorrei commanded sternly to the immortal being."Of course, madam. Anything to please you," the newly materialized Elerqeim heeded, bowing before the goddess.Vorrei simply nodded, leaving Elerqeim to find his way through the currently empty city. The Mother of the Void continued her process moving on to her second immortal creation:Shamas, her hysterical and sleek guardian of Beilthay."Tis the time to protect the gates of Beilthay, my warrior Shamas.""Of... course, my leige. I will do... my upmost best in retaining the integrity of your pitiful city," the black being cackled before disappearing into the darkness.Lastly, Vorrei made theThe Kolbreen, the guardian beasts of the Void, and theRo, the mortal raven creatures that were the deinzens of the Pillars and Beilthay.Vorrei simply wandered the world in interest, observing what other gods and goddesses had in plan for the world to come. "Thank you Dovah. My creatures will use these waters wisely, and in this they will have the ability to sail if you desire. My dwarves are curious, and with that they will want to learn any craft they can. With them I am pleased."Gratlevor used a whisper as well. He then nodded and returned to his creations. The two gifts he granted them would be Fire, and the Wheel. With this the dwarves went to work, and learned the uses for these. With the wheel they made carts to carry large loads, and the fire allowed them to refine metals to make new more powerful tools. They were miners at first, and they would never forget it. Gratlholm had begun to have an undergrounds city, as well as a mine. Here the dwarves would be safe in their stronghold.(use lonely mountain from the hobbit as a reference of Gratlholm) Dovah smiled mentally, then sailed back to Atlanta. They conversed for some time about nothing in general, and then Dovah got to the point. Looking at Atlantis, the city Atlanta was charged with building and guarding, Dovah could not help but note its emptiness. He knew that for these cities to thrive, it was time to create the Atlanteans.Dovah concentrated, his arms outstretched, as his mortal creation took shape. The basic forms were all there, but before they became living, breathing souls, Dovah thought it would be interesting to give them subgroups. He decided on three main subgroups:The biggest would be the Poseidonians, which a majority of Atlanteans would be. They would be completely humanoid, the biggest difference being gills to breath underwater. The Poseidonians would be further divided into other minorities, such as yellowish Poseidonians and light-skinned Poseidonians. The Poseidonians of Indias would be colored a tint somewhere in between the dark and light skinned. Dovah new that, in time, the Poseidonians would forget his existence, and the Guardians would simply become a myth to them. The Poseidonians would live an average life of 150 years, not truly growing old until their 130th birthday. That is when they would start to fall into old age, their hair turning grey, their senses leaving slowly. After 150, some would still likely live, but again, 150 is only the average.The next sub-group would be barely less in number than the Poseidonians. They would be the Idylists. They would look just as the Poseidonians, the only difference being their dark sking (i.e. African-American Atlanteans). The Idylists would be the most in tune with Dovah, and they would always believe, even if they don't always follow his teachings. They would Dovah's favorite mortals. The average lifespan of the Idylists would be around 250 years. When they turned 230, the only true difference would be seen in their whitening hair. Their senses would remain.The third and final sub-group would be the Tritonians. They would look just as the Poseidonians, until you got to their lower body. In place of legs, they would have the tails of fishes, which reminded Dovah that he needed to create those, which would be pigmented every color from white to purple to turquoise to black. Their skin would have the same pigmentations as the Poseidonians as well. They would be the smallest subgroup, mostly taking refuge in Artice and Redsea. To give them a leg up, they were given extraordinary speed and will, and an average lifespan of 300. While they lived the longest, they starting taking a turn for the worst on their 250th birthday.Dovah smiled as his mortal creations came to life. They populated the major cities, reproduced, and eventually would go out to found other minor cities and towns. All of the subgroups of the Atlanteans would get along peacefully for a while. Eventually, Dovah new prejudices would pop up, but he would leave that to the Guardians to deal with.After all of this was completed, he went on to make the marine life, plant and animal alike. Gratlevor was pleased with his dwarves. They were mining away, and creating magnificent architecture. They had discovered diamond and gold, as well as iron and coal. With these discoveries they started to build grand tools and armor. Soon it is discovered that magically binding diamond with iron you get mythril. A super-metal that has great toughness, and if a pick was made it could break any material under the earth. After the use of Mythril explosive might was discovered. Sulphur and several other volatile materials were discovered, then used to further mining. Gratlholm, and it's mines were prosperous in this time. Lutheleth stood from his throne, still gazing upon his creations. He had underestimated their advancement speed. Once could notice already a few small settlements outside of the two great cities, and in these cities it could be noticed that the Bagatt were busy crafting armor and weapons from a variety of materials of their own, after they were brought up from the ground. And, most beautifully to Lutheleth, he could already see duels being staged inside the grand arena in the city of Ruzuruk. As Dovah looked around at the vast oceans, he knew he would need help in order to ferry all of the dead at sea to the afterlife. He realized the oceans were to large for him to maintain by himself. It was then that he made his decision; Dovah would create another race of immortals, this time only four, that would be known as the Cardinals. To create them, Dovah sailed to where the Prime Meridian and the equator met. There,a large tower rose out of of the ocean, a storm forever surrounding the top.Dovah entered the center of the city, directly on the spot where the Prime Meridian and equator met, where five canals led into the oceans. One canal held his ship,the Hydra, and the other four would hold the ships of the Cardinals.To the north, a man with an octopus for a head, one crab-claw arm and leg, and a long tendril as the index finger of his other hand took rise. He was dressed similarly to Dovah, only more tattered and barnacled. He saluted Dovah as alarge ship, green with algae,rose in the canal behind him,the Krakencarved into the side. This man was named Daniel Jones, Cardinal North. Beside him, another man appeared, this one appeared to be part Hammerhead shark. This was Davy Fender, the second-in-command to Daniel Jones. The two would act as one, anticipating each others thoughts. In time, Dovah knew that many legends would combine the two into one being: Davy Jones.To the south, a young man slowly took shape. He had shoulder-length, dark hair and chiseled features. He, along with the next three Cardinals, appeared completely human. His eyes were piercing, but one could see genuine warmth and compassion within them. This young man was Lord Furey, Cardinal South. Behind him, a great galleon rose in the canal.This ships sails were tattered, and in a way, looked like bat-wings in flight,the Nocturnalcarved in its side. It was certainly an odd sight to behold, but Dovah knew that anyone who saw it would know that they were in good hands. Another young man soon arose beside Lord Furey. This was his second-in-command, Lorcan Darke. While they did not share a brainwave, they still worked closely together, so while difficult, some legends may combine Lord Furey and Lorcan Darke into Lorcan Furey. He didn't see that happening anytime soon though.To the west, an older gentlemen took form. He had short, white hair, his face wrinkled. He oozed with authority, much like Dovah's whisper. The man stood, smiling as agolden ship rose in the canal behind him,the Fairfaxcarved on its side. This man was Lord Lucien, Cardinal West. He was a kind gentlemen, and very relaxed. Dovah did place a temper in him though, because he knew that the Western Quadrant was likely to be filled with unpleasant people, and that Lord Lucien needed to be able to keep his crew in line. Dovah knew that not many would know of this one, but that Lord Lucien was still necessary. Beside him came his second-in-command, Spire Dread. Spire would be more of a blacksmith in the bowels of the ship than anything, and Dovah knew he wouldn't be seen much.To the east, a regal gentlemen appeared, wearing a red vest, blue trousers, coat and hat and black shoes. He carried a staff with him. This was the final Cardinal, Cardinal East, Lord Sebastian Beckett. He bowed reverently before Dovah as his ship, agreat and regal ship, rose in the canal behind him,the Blood Bondscarved into the side. Lord Beckett's second-in-command was the ship itself, as it was a sentient, immortal being as well, that required only the water around it to survive. Lord Beckett was given a snobbish attitude, and would only give passage to nobility, royalty, or other 'higher-ups'. Dovah knew that at least one ship had to be exclusive, and could think of no better 'party boat' that this ship. He did, however, give Beckett the decency to give anyone who was not 'good enough' to be given passage onthe Blood Bondsand lifeboat to wait for Jones, Furey or Dovah, and to shoot a flare that all the Cardinals and Dovah would see no matter where in the world they were.Dovah looked at his latest creations, pleased."You are the four Cardinals," he said to them, his whisper ordering respect. He then said each title in turn, looking at each Cardinal in turn, "Cardinal North, Cardinal South, Cardinal East and Cardinal West. Your missions will to be patrol your designated quadrant. Jones, yours is north of the equator. Furey, yours is south of it. Lucien, west of the Prime Meridian and Beckett, east of it. Your ships are already facing their quadrants. Your only job is to ferry the those who have died at sea to the afterlife. Do you understand?""Aye Captain!" yelled Jones."Yessir!" exclaimed Furey."As you wish, milord." commented Lucien."Understood." said Beckett."Good, now go and begin your eternal patrol. Never return here unless I have given you orders to." Dovah remarked.With that, the Four Cardinals went to their respective ships and set sail out of the Tower Cardinal. Pleased, Dovah boardedthe Hydraand set sail himself. Pandeimos watched the world take shape around him as the gods hurried about, bringing about wondrous creations and loyal followers. Knowing that he himself would have to create followers too, he travelled to the moon and the sun to find inspiration. On the sun, he found Flahuss hunting creatures with his mace, which had changed into a bow. Flahuss was pursuing a swarm of poisonous serpents, holy creatures, but Pandeimos stole them. Flahuss has never forgiven Pandeimos for this theft, although the two remained allies until the world ended.Pandeimos took the snakes and turned them into the immortal Anguis by breathing sentience into them, taking a part of his soul. They gained great shapeshifting abilities, and Pandeimos taught them their own language, different than the divine speech the gods used. The Angschlange, meaningsnakein their own tongue, are what they named themselves, due to their origin. While they revered the sun and their culture quickly formed around it, Flahuss cursed them to lose their abilities when in sunlight, temporarily turning them into Simfe until they retreated to darkness. Pandeimos watched the Angschlange thrive and build cities, and grimly decided that his race of mortals could not be put off forever, as much as he detested the thought of them living on time "rented" to them by Bhimsen.He took the apelike creatures that roamed the lands and breathed life into them as well, forming them to match his earlier designs for Milrd and the Angschlange, naming them the hominids. He too taught them their own language, and they named themselves "humans" in it. The Angschlange named them Simfe (meaning apes or monkeys) in the Angschlange tongue, and they are known by that name to most of the other races. They too built great cities and expanded, revering equally the sun and the moon.Pandeimos decided that the world needed a place for the leaders of the races to meet in peace, so that they could debate without fear of death and humiliation, at least until they left the boundary of the city. He raised great forests and mountains, even returning to Perpadeus to take creations from his old halls in the design. The city was made of red wood and blue jewels, and shone brightly in the middle of the main continent, but the main attraction of the city was the meeting hall, a lesser replica of the throne room on Perpadeus but grand nonetheless, with subtle and clever craftsmanship replicating the magic of the god's throne room. Because of this, the city was named Parein Thronen, meaning Little Throne in the tongue of the Angschlange.Pandeimos knew that the mortals would inevitably begin to corrupt the city if its purity was secured in written word alone, he knew that some form of magic or power would need to be in place for the city to remain peaceful and neutral. So, Pandeimos created his fourth guardian,Munoden, to watch over the city. Munoden would remain inactive, seemingly just one of the many beautiful buildings in Parein Thronen, until someone broke the peace or defied the laws of the city. At that point, Munoden would activate and swiftly kill the person responsible. If the person got out of Parein Thronen, no matter if they were Angschlange, Simfe, Dwarf, Golem, Poseidonian, Ro, Bagatt or other race, Munoden would never stop chasing them.Seeing the Angschlange and the Simfe begin to populate Parein Thronen and the surrounding cities made Pandeimos happy, and he was pleased with his creations. The joint kingdom of the Angschlange and Simfe-humans stretched across the land from east to west, long and thin. The westernmost point was the ring of volcanoes and the Caves of Pandeimos, where the humans and Angschlange worshipped Pandeimos, and in times of trouble, prayed for the rise of Milrd. The land dipped down in the center to encompass ideal farmlands, and expanded east until it reached the edge of Parein Thronen. Pandeimos, pleased with his creation so far, turned away and decided to give a visit to Lutheleth, to watch his creations. The first machine of the dwarves was created, and they were pleased. A mechanical tool to help them mine. There was first one, then ten, then fifty, for each of the male miners. Then the women got an idea, and they created a metal-weaver. A machine that would take an ingot of metal and stretch it out to form armor, which was what the dwarves wore as clothing, that was then hardened in a furnace. Armor was now made common in Gratlholm, but Gratlevor didn't think it was enough.He then opened passages in the surrounding mountains to the north, south, east, and west that allowed the nonsentient creatures of other beings to enter. This was the time of the Beast Barrage. Several creatures rushed in, many summoned by Gratlevor, to test the Dwarven might. The dwarves defended themselves with picks and axes which seemed effective at the time, but then the beasts became faster. Soon the dwarves closed the gates to Gratlholm, and planned. They then created weapons for themselves. The first weapon was the battleaxe, two sides that gave morepossibility to hit more beasts. Then there was the WarHammer. A large block of iron that carried a swinging force of a dwarf mining diamond. The next creation was the dwarven sword. This had a shorter blade that some would think, but it was light enough that it could be moved quickly, and it was sharper than any weapon dreamed before. Finally, through the discovery of sulphur, a form of cannon was made. These were mounted on the towers of the Gratlholm gate, and aimed toward the beasts. This cleared the path for the warriors to charge with Hammers, Axes, and Swords. All in all carnage was inevitable, and the dwarves brought in all the carcasses, and put them in the salt to keep them ready for meals.Also by examining the bodies, and removing the hides for clothing for cold weather they found seeds for hops. They planted these with their wheat, and saw what it created. Small plants grew with a smell that was good enought to drink. They tried it out. They made a large metal containment unit for the drink and filled it with water. They then threw in the hops with some wheat, while holding the extra seeds in case, and waited. They understood flavor. They knew that time was needed for two flavors to mix, so time passed. They then opened it up and poured glasses. The first to drink was Genaltor, who became king of the dwarves through his masterful leadership in the Beast Barrage. He then named the drink Beer, he meant to say bear for which the hide he found the seeds on, but his speech was slurred from the drink. After the creation of beer, the population doubled every year, because of the annual Beer celebration.After the fourth set of children Gratlholm was getting crowded. The king then decreed this. The dwarves were to expand to the mountain regions. Paths would be made, and small villages made on the way to each area. These dwarves would go to each of the passages, and would make cities nearby. 25 families would stay in Gratlholm, the capital. 25 families would go to the east,25 to the west, 25 to the north, and 25 to the south. The four great miners went to lead.In the north Henveltor went and founded Nestenholm, which means Home of the Fliers. In the south Moteltor went and founded Prasenholm, which means Home of the Priests. In the west Remlentor went and founded Riversholm, which means Home of the Sailors. In the east Belnetor went and founded Magicksholm, which means Home of the Wizards. These were the Cardinal cities of the Dwarves, and each one held a craft that could be learned. Diversity began, and peace was abundant. Aether was one of the last to rise, as even the call of Pandeimos is slowed by the Veil of Silence. But nevertheless, the strange sensation would envelope him just as it did to all the others before him, and he would be stirred from his eternal slumber. Aether, the Silent God, He Who Knows, the Soothsayer: the Lord of Beginnings and Ends, the Master of Secrets, the Herald of Naught. His cryptic form, shrouded in the vestiges of his nature, rose slowly from the cocoon of stagnant sound and progressed forward, stepping through both time and space as it proceeded into the great Citadel of Pandeimos. And he would arrived as easily as he left -- silently, secretly -- only his presence marking his arrival. The Citadel was a grand affair, much too grand for the liking of Aether, but perhaps a necessary one if it was to satisfy the combined ego of many jealous Gods and Goddesses, each seeing themselves as the height of power or the pinnacle of perfection. Moving forward to his own seat, a simple wooden chair set to the side, he nodded once to Pandeimos and seated himself.For a few moments he watched as the Gods progressed in a bustle of activity and display of power. He knew very well what was going on, but he felt it proper that he should hide his knowledge and instead propose a query to feign interest."Pandeimos," he said quietly yet strongly, "for what is it that you have called us here?" Sentinel XV wrote:Aether was one of the last to rise, as even the call of Pandeimos is slowed by the Veil of Silence. But nevertheless, the strange sensation would envelope him just as it did to all the others before him, and he would be stirred from his eternal slumber. Aether, the Silent God, He Who Knows, the Soothsayer: the Lord of Beginnings and Ends, the Master of Secrets, the Herald of Naught. His cryptic form, shrouded in the vestiges of his nature, rose slowly from the cocoon of stagnant sound and progressed forward, stepping through both time and space as it proceeded into the great Citadel of Pandeimos. And he would arrived as easily as he left -- silently, secretly -- only his presence marking his arrival. The Citadel was a grand affair, much too grand for the liking of Aether, but perhaps a necessary one if it was to satisfy the combined ego of many jealous Gods and Goddesses, each seeing themselves as the height of power or the pinnacle of perfection. Moving forward to his own seat, a simple wooden chair set to the side, he nodded once to Pandeimos and seated himself.For a few moments he watched as the Gods progressed in a bustle of activity and display of power. He knew very well what was going on, but he felt it proper that he should hide his knowledge and instead propose a query to feign interest."Pandeimos," he said quietly yet strongly, "for what is it that you have called us here?"Pandeimos watched his creations begin to flourish, building more cities. The greatest of the cities, aside from Parein Thronen, was in the process of being created as he watched. Suddenly, Pandeimos was brought back to his throne on Perpadeus, where a voice was beckoning to him. "Aether my friend!" Pandeimos said as he noticed the god sitting away from the circle of thrones. "If humility and eavesdropping were the only skills that mattered, you would be the king of the gods, not me." Pandeimos chuckled and sat in his throne. "I have called you here to participate in a great undertaking. Perpadeus has given me a vision of a new world, created and ruled over by the fourteen, and me. Perpadeus has created the core of the planet with relics of an ancient race of which we know nothing, relics which the powers of the gods hold no power over. I covered the core in a sea of molten rock, Gratlevor created the rock and soil and all of the things within them, and Dovah covered the soil with great expanses of water. The cities of the Moon and the forests of the Sun stand over the earth, created by me as only two of the many afterlives the mortal races can aspire to. This brings me to the mortal races, and Bhimsen." Pandeimos had a look of excitement on his face, it was obvious that he enjoyed telling Aether about the things he created. "The first races were the dwarves and golems, created by Gratlevor, next came the-." Pandeimos paused, thinking to himself. "You know what? As the god of secrets, you must like friendly surprises. I will take you there, starting in my capital city, Parein Thronen, and you may experience the world for yourself." Pandeimos summoned a mirror out of the ground, in it was reflected Pandeimos in his dark blue suit. Pandeimos touched it, and the entire image became distorted, his arms became long and thin, his mouth stretched into a giant smile and the entire image became a bright red. It rippled like this, becoming increasingly distorted until the surface of the mirror flowed away like water, into nothingness. In place of the distorted image, the grand city of Parein Thronen stood, made of blue jewels and deep red planks of wood. Pandeimos beckoned to Aether. "Come inside! My city may be grand, but it is a footnote compared to the grand works that the gods have made together." Angschlange and humans all stopped to look out at the two gods, and the divine throneroom.Meanwhile, a lone Angschlange was watching the water of the ocean from under a rock to protect himself from the sun, and the wrath of Flahuss. He noticed what looked like humans - but breathing water! Entranced by Dovah's creations, the Poseidonians, for that is what the strange sight was, the Angschlange ran out from under the rock, temporarily losing his shapeshifting powers while under the sun, and ran into the water to greet the strange creatures. Soon the dwarves, after spreading to the cardinal points, began their training in each of their own crafts. At this time Gratlevor decided to leave them be for a time. He decided to see what the others were up to. He then went to visit Dovah. "Greetings friend. I trust your creations prosper in their watery cities." Fowlick wrote:Soon the dwarves, after spreading to the cardinal points, began their training in each of their own crafts. At this time Gratlevor decided to leave them be for a time. He decided to see what the others were up to. He then went to visit Dovah. "Greetings friend. I trust your creations prosper in their watery cities."Dovah had watched the Atlanteans thriving in Atlantis, Pacifis and the other major cities. As expected, they eventually went about to make smaller cities, the first being Pandeim, which was created by a group of Tritonians led by one named Triten, who claimed to have a dream about other gods and goddesses. This was considered heresy by most of the Atlanteans, so he and his followers left to build a refuge for them.The Atlanteans had successfully created many weapons, including swords, tridents and knives. The Atlantean Military, based in Pacifis, was among the best in the world, thanks to the guidance of Pacifica, a being designed for war.Dovah was pleased with his creations. Not only were the Atlanteans doing well, but so were his Guardians. The Seven convened in a central city of their own making, called Gardios, to discuss matters of the state. They talked about how to guide their respective cities and what needed to be done. Even the Guardian of the Ocean was performing his very relaxed task well. this may, however, be in part due to the fact not many had traveled out to sea.The beings he were most proud of, save for his love, Atlanta, were the Cardinals. They continually patrolled their sectors with their temporary 'crew', waiting for any living soul that would happen to die at sea. He was marveling aboard his ship when Gratlevor visited."Ah, hello, Gratlevor." Dovah said, his whisper soft but strong, "The Atlanteans are doing quite well. Pacifica has turned their military into a force to be reckoned with. And the other Guardians are performing remarkably. But most interesting, the Cardinals are patrolling their sectors perfectly. I believe I have made the sea safe for souls that die there. The only true danger, other than the dangerous predators, would be the Guardian of the Ocean. And yours?" "My domain is great. My dwarves have become quit advanced. There are five cities. Four at the cardinal passages, and Gratlholm, the capital, the center. In fact the Cardinal cities have crafts for each one. There is one focused on flight, one on magic, one on my specific path of life, and one for sailors. I intend on actually expanding some rivers to the sea if you don't mind. Perhaps our creations will have trade. I will let the dwarves take their course for now. Do you know the state of the others?"Gratlevor said with a slight smile. Fowlick wrote:"My domain is great. My dwarves have become quit advanced. There are five cities. Four at the cardinal passages, and Gratlholm, the capital, the center. In fact the Cardinal cities have crafts for each one. There is one focused on flight, one on magic, one on my specific path of life, and one for sailors. I intend on actually expanding some rivers to the sea if you don't mind. Perhaps our creations will have trade. I will let the dwarves take their course for now. Do you know the state of the others?"Gratlevor said with a slight smile."Alas, I don't," Dovah replied, "and if they wish to expand to the sea, they will be the first to meet the Guardian of the Ocean. He'll be there to test them, to see if they are worthy. Please, tell me, are your people north or south of the equator? East or west of the Prime Meridian?" Alongside the expected wars within Lutheleth's region, there was also prosperity among cities. Shops and other places of business opened, and frequented. Trading caravans with their heavily armed and armored guards strode across the landscape, through small towns and to the main cities, and it seemed as though Dabou was empty--a great situation for the wretched area. "But give them time and they disobey..." he muttered, shaking his head solemnly, as it was the simple truth of things. Within the great palace walls, the armies of the C'alu drilled and consistently trained, under the command of Raenas they were surely the most powerful war machine across the new world. Bands of the ever faithful also filled what temples had been constructed by the Bagatt. It was good that he needn't construct these temples himself, but they chose to worship at their own will, it proved who the truly faithful were, and guaranteed them a place among the great warriors in the afterlife, and on the island that Dovah had left untouched in the middle of the vast sea. Soon, his great navies would sail these seas.He spotted Dovah, in fact, conversin with Gratlevor over their own creations, and approached them, lowering his halberd as he approached. "I can only imagine that you have left for our warriors the island, my friend?" he said, gazing towards Dovah. Lancearc wrote:Alongside the expected wars within Lutheleth's region, there was also prosperity among cities. Shops and other places of business opened, and frequented. Trading caravans with their heavily armed and armored guards strode across the landscape, through small towns and to the main cities, and it seemed as though Dabou was empty--a great situation for the wretched area. "But give them time and they disobey..." he muttered, shaking his head solemnly, as it was the simple truth of things. Within the great palace walls, the armies of the C'alu drilled and consistently trained, under the command of Raenas they were surely the most powerful war machine across the new world. Bands of the ever faithful also filled what temples had been constructed by the Bagatt. It was good that he needn't construct these temples himself, but they chose to worship at their own will, it proved who the truly faithful were, and guaranteed them a place among the great warriors in the afterlife, and on the island that Dovah had left untouched in the middle of the vast sea. Soon, his great navies would sail these seas.He spotted Dovah, in fact, conversin with Gratlevor over their own creations, and approached them, lowering his halberd as he approached. "I can only imagine that you have left for our warriors the island, my friend?" he said, gazing towards Dovah."Fifty knots southwest of Tower Cardinal." Dovah said, nodding at Lutheleth, "Perhaps I should go on and introduce your warriors to the Guardian of the Ocean. I am interested to see how other cultures will react to the fifth most powerful being in the ocean, after the Four Cardinals and myself."Dovah was also interested to see how the Guardian of the Ocean would react to them. Asterdan wrote:Lancearc wrote:Alongside the expected wars within Lutheleth's region, there was also prosperity among cities. Shops and other places of business opened, and frequented. Trading caravans with their heavily armed and armored guards strode across the landscape, through small towns and to the main cities, and it seemed as though Dabou was empty--a great situation for the wretched area. "But give them time and they disobey..." he muttered, shaking his head solemnly, as it was the simple truth of things. Within the great palace walls, the armies of the C'alu drilled and consistently trained, under the command of Raenas they were surely the most powerful war machine across the new world. Bands of the ever faithful also filled what temples had been constructed by the Bagatt. It was good that he needn't construct these temples himself, but they chose to worship at their own will, it proved who the truly faithful were, and guaranteed them a place among the great warriors in the afterlife, and on the island that Dovah had left untouched in the middle of the vast sea. Soon, his great navies would sail these seas.He spotted Dovah, in fact, conversin with Gratlevor over their own creations, and approached them, lowering his halberd as he approached. "I can only imagine that you have left for our warriors the island, my friend?" he said, gazing towards Dovah."Fifty knots southwest of Tower Cardinal." Dovah said, nodding at Lutheleth, "Perhaps I should go on and introduce your warriors to the Guardian of the Ocean. I am interested to see how other cultures will react to the fifth most powerful being in the ocean, after the Four Cardinals and myself."Dovah was also interested to see how the Guardian of the Ocean would react to them."They will always be eager to meet a new--and presumably stronger--opponent. He shall prove a worthy fight indeed for those that should be lucky enough to earn my favor and make their way to the island. Go then, and feel free to introduce them, for eventually I predict that great navies will sail the seas around this world, with warriors aboard." Lutheleth replied with a small smile beneath his beard. Lancearc wrote:Asterdan wrote:"Fifty knots southwest of Tower Cardinal." Dovah said, nodding at Lutheleth, "Perhaps I should go on and introduce your warriors to the Guardian of the Ocean. I am interested to see how other cultures will react to the fifth most powerful being in the ocean, after the Four Cardinals and myself."Dovah was also interested to see how the Guardian of the Ocean would react to them."They will always be eager to meet a new--and presumably stronger--opponent. He shall prove a worthy fight indeed for those that should be lucky enough to earn my favor and make their way to the island. Go then, and feel free to introduce them, for eventually I predict that great navies will sail the seas around this world, with warriors aboard." Lutheleth replied with a small smile beneath his beard."You should grant one passage on a canoe, so he can tell the tales of the Guardian of the Ocean. I'm interested in the legends created by your people about him. If need be, a storm could simply wash him, or a village, out and a whale could bring him back to the mainland." Dovah brainstormed, "Let us see what happens when a gigantic beasts attacks a man, then leaves him. I wonder as to what they will call him." Asterdan wrote:Lancearc wrote:"They will always be eager to meet a new--and presumably stronger--opponent. He shall prove a worthy fight indeed for those that should be lucky enough to earn my favor and make their way to the island. Go then, and feel free to introduce them, for eventually I predict that great navies will sail the seas around this world, with warriors aboard." Lutheleth replied with a small smile beneath his beard."You should grant one passage on a canoe, so he can tell the tales of the Guardian of the Ocean. I'm interested in the legends created by your people about him. If need be, a storm could simply wash him, or a village, out and a whale could bring him back to the mainland." Dovah brainstormed, "Let us see what happens when a gigantic beasts attacks a man, then leaves him. I wonder as to what they will call him.""Hmm...It shall be done, then." Lutheleth said. He returned quickly to the lands that he had created, descending into his capital of Siphesis. However, none could see him, but the one Bagatt he had chosen for this task. One that would spin a good tale of this beast, and spread it through the region, and it was this Bagatt alone that he spoke to. The man listened well. "I bid you, warrior poet, travel to the shores of this land. I will provide for you a means of transportation onto the waves. On those waters, you will face a great beast, a worthy opponent, but do not fight him, for the pleasure of battle with this beast will be for many others for years to come, and you, eventually. This will earn you a place at my side, when your time here is finished."The man didn't respond, but instead Lutheleth took him to the shores in a kind of teleportation, and there a canoe waited. Without question or hesitation, the man set off. Lancearc wrote:Asterdan wrote:"You should grant one passage on a canoe, so he can tell the tales of the Guardian of the Ocean. I'm interested in the legends created by your people about him. If need be, a storm could simply wash him, or a village, out and a whale could bring him back to the mainland." Dovah brainstormed, "Let us see what happens when a gigantic beasts attacks a man, then leaves him. I wonder as to what they will call him.""Hmm...It shall be done, then." Lutheleth said. He returned quickly to the lands that he had created, descending into his capital of Siphesis. However, none could see him, but the one Bagatt he had chosen for this task. One that would spin a good tale of this beast, and spread it through the region, and it was this Bagatt alone that he spoke to. The man listened well. "I bid you, warrior poet, travel to the shores of this land. I will provide for you a means of transportation onto the waves. On those waters, you will face a great beast, a worthy opponent, but do not fight him, for the pleasure of battle with this beast will be for many others for years to come, and you, eventually. This will earn you a place at my side, when your time here is finished."The man didn't respond, but instead Lutheleth took him to the shores in a kind of teleportation, and there a canoe waited. Without question or hesitation, the man set off.The man floated towards the center of the ocean. It took years, feasting on fish, but finally, the man met the Guardian of the Ocean. First, it's two tentacles ripped the canoe apart, dropping the man into ocean. The Guardian rose out of the sea, it's fore hands reaching towards the man and picking him up. It let out an unearthly roar, dropping him back to the sea, where he hit with a pencil dive, helping him cut through and survive the land.As the man went underwater, he saw the full size of the beast, the webbed, clawed feet, and the finned tail, which smacked him as he turned, sending him towards an island, THE island. A whale was waiting nearby to give the man a ride to return home.The Guardian of the Ocean rose out of the sea once more in the distance, watching the man, to two tentacles writhing, one grabbing a dolphin and inserting it in his mouth. When the man was ready, he departed for home on the back of the whale. "Well I doubt the dwarves will be ready for battle on the seas. They are peaceful unless provoked. They have gotten in their weaponry. They actually created a 'cannon'. I am proud of their success. Now I think that the dwarves will be the first to meet the other races. This will be interesting I think. In fact I think one of my dwarves have created a flying machine. They are making maps of the entire world it seems."Gratlevor said as his eyes became distant, then refocused."Yeah, I have a bad feeling about this."Gratlevor said while combing his beard. Asterdan wrote:Lancearc wrote:"Hmm...It shall be done, then." Lutheleth said. He returned quickly to the lands that he had created, descending into his capital of Siphesis. However, none could see him, but the one Bagatt he had chosen for this task. One that would spin a good tale of this beast, and spread it through the region, and it was this Bagatt alone that he spoke to. The man listened well. "I bid you, warrior poet, travel to the shores of this land. I will provide for you a means of transportation onto the waves. On those waters, you will face a great beast, a worthy opponent, but do not fight him, for the pleasure of battle with this beast will be for many others for years to come, and you, eventually. This will earn you a place at my side, when your time here is finished."The man didn't respond, but instead Lutheleth took him to the shores in a kind of teleportation, and there a canoe waited. Without question or hesitation, the man set off.The man floated towards the center of the ocean. It took years, feasting on fish, but finally, the man met the Guardian of the Ocean. First, it's two tentacles ripped the canoe apart, dropping the man into ocean. The Guardian rose out of the sea, it's fore hands reaching towards the man and picking him up. It let out an unearthly roar, dropping him back to the sea, where he hit with a pencil dive, helping him cut through and survive the land.As the man went underwater, he saw the full size of the beast, the webbed, clawed feet, and the finned tail, which smacked him as he turned, sending him towards an island, THE island. A whale was waiting nearby to give the man a ride to return home.The Guardian of the Ocean rose out of the sea once more in the distance, watching the man, to two tentacles writhing, one grabbing a dolphin and inserting it in his mouth. When the man was ready, he departed for home on the back of the whale.As hard as it was to resist the urge to do battle with the magnificent beast of the waters, the Bagatt man did not fight back, even when the ocean creature seemed to threaten his very life. It wasn't the smoothest of rides, being tossed and churned about by the giant creature, but it was something to tell about to his friends and families, and in turns their friends and their families. He hopped onto the whale that awaited him at the island he'd been tossed to, and as he rode away on the sea creature he snuck a final glimpse at the Guardian of the Sea. When he returned to the mainland--and to Siphesis--he told his story over and over, around crackling campfires on a warm night or in the town square during the daylight hours. It had become the first legend to be told in the world they'd created."...And our lord Lutheleth had come to me, and he bade me go to the edges of the world itself, in search of a beast of titanic proportions, a great fish on the endless blue plains, and told me not to fight, but that soon, the honor of fighting this creature would be shared by all of my bretheren, all of the faithful warriors that followed the path of the god of war, to be sent to an island to do battle with another being, an immortal, and--if victorious--would battle this creature, this bulk of a sea-faring animal with great claws upon its webbed feet, its fine, powerful tail, with strength enough to snap the largest boat like a twig and a roar to split the ears of the mightiest of gods..." Vorrei, contempt with the safety of the Ro, departed with Shamas and Elerqiem to Dovah's city of Atlantis. The capabilities if the Ro out standard Vorrei. Under Elerqiem's leadership, Beilthay had grown to be the central trading hub in all of the barren Pillars of Twilight. The barrier had worked well with separating the forces of darkness and light, with its bands of landscape conforming to the morality of the beings created by the gods. Shamas was defending the city flawlessly, ensuring the safety of the still developing Ro as the time went on. It was all looking good.Several Ro were granted immortality for their deeds to the Mother of the Void. Tiir, the Wise; Pterys(Taris), the Warrior; and Dorma, the Vindicator were all reinstated as immortals and were the main workforce leaders that led Beilthay into prosperity.However, Vorrei was concerned with the increasing numbers of the tribal Ro, ones who decided to exile themselves from the flourishing City of the Void to live by their own principles. Eventually, the barbaric side of them took over, leading to an attempt on destroying Vorrei's only city on the world. Thanks to the efforts of the immortals and the Mother herself, they were severely beaten and cast out further from the Ro. The balance in the Pillars was declining. The forces of darkness and evil were coming together. Vorrei took the seige as a warning, and prepared for the worst.Wanting to find how other cultures were developing as Beilthay recovered, Vorrei, accompanied by her immortals and five mortal Ro, departed to Atlantis to warn Dovah of the Pillar's decline in its ability to prevent the moral spectrums from clashing with each other. Maer Vigicher they called him, The Sea-Watcher. He was the Angschlange that had seen the Poseidonians, and had become obsessed with them. He had returned to the cities that developed around Parein Thronen, and told of the creatures he saw. He wished to explore the oceans and abandon the Simfes and the kingdom they shared. While most stayed under the banner of Pandeimos and Parein Thronen, many joined his company, and became known as the Demiken, their name an insult by the loyal Angschlange turned into a symbol of their people. Under the leadership of Maer Vigicher, the Demiken fled from Parein Thronen and the surrounding lands, desperate for a way to reach the legendary beings Maer spoke of. The Angschlange followed them, uniting under the banner of a new kingdom, separate from the Demiken. They named themselves the Fidyal, theloyal, and dressed in red armour to spite the sea-loving Demiken, who they branded traitors to Pandeimos.The Demiken fled west, away from Parein Thronen and towards the sea. As they travelled through the woods, taking any shape to avoid the armies of their enemies, the Demiken eventually found the city of Riversholm, home of the dwarves. While they were confused and found the dwarves they saw from their forest hiding spot strange, they assumed it was a gift from Pandeimos or the sea-god, and they named the city Donhenk Uradht, meaning thegift-cityin the Angschlange tongue. They emerged from hiding, taking the form of tall glowing humans, and entered the dwarf city, asking for protection and hiding from the Fidyal, in the Angschlange, human and divine speeches, hoping the dwarves would understand at least one.Pandeimos had not seen this latest development until too late, he did not guide the Demiken to Riversholm. However, he did not want his creations to fight, so he called on Gratlevor's aid to help him calm the two factions, as Pandeimos dreaded the dwarves would be dragged into the conflict as well. Before TimeKhasku was on Earth, or rather the Earth that was. It was a bleak world, a grey world, a world without beauty or light. Oh, the other Gods had added some things, like rivers and animals, but the world remained, for the most part, lifeless and dull. She tilted her head upwards, and beheld the dull grey and blue of the sky, punctuated by clouds and the soaring avatars of her fellow deities. Lowering her gaze back to the Earth, she felt something, some strange emotion within her. It was not a particularly happy emotion, no, but it was not anger or sorrow, or any of the multitude of emotions that crowded her mind. Whatever the new emotion was, it stirred within her, growing and overpowering her mood, filling her entirely. She felt......pity. Pity for this poor world of dull greys and browns, pity for the lackluster colors that filled it, pity for the dull and unimaginative animals that scurried and crawled everywhere. Unconsciously, she felt her hand moving, raising itself in the air, as a sudden flash of green light filled the world. As it died down, she felt a sturdy strength in her hand, as an object grew and shifted there, formed from her energy and emotions. Lowering her hand, she stared at the Staff there, marveling at the supernatural workmanship, and the inherent beauty.Her feet shuffled in the greyish brown of the newly placed soil as she walked, her staff landing with light thuds beside her, providing a counterpoint. She summoned her energy, and channeled it towards the Earth below her, focusing and directing it as she went. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster, green began to appear behind her. In every footprint sprung a sapling that lifted its branches and soared towards the sky, beckoning the clouds that soared above it. As her long green robes swept behind her, flowers and bushes appeared, blossoming and sprouting to full sized in but a minute. Her power surrounded all these things, shaping and crafting each tree, flower and bush as she went. A mortal, watching from afar, would have seen a massive wave of green sweep across the world, roiling and shifting as it went, covering the soil and dirt placed there by the other gods, filling every inch of the world.And the best was yet to come. Every time her staff tapped the ground, a flash of energy would transform into animals that rushed off into the rapidly growing underbrush. The sounds of elephants trumpeting, wolves snarling, squirrels chattering and frogs croaking filled the air, the cacophony rising up to batter against the very eardrums of the gods. Utceforp wrote:Maer Vigicher they called him, The Sea-Watcher. He was the Angschlange that had seen the Poseidonians, and had become obsessed with them. He had returned to the cities that developed around Parein Thronen, and told of the creatures he saw. He wished to explore the oceans and abandon the Simfes and the kingdom they shared. While most stayed under the banner of Pandeimos and Parein Thronen, many joined his company, and became known as the Demiken, their name an insult by the loyal Angschlange turned into a symbol of their people. Under the leadership of Maer Vigicher, the Demiken fled from Parein Thronen and the surrounding lands, desperate for a way to reach the legendary beings Maer spoke of. The Angschlange followed them, uniting under the banner of a new kingdom, separate from the Demiken. They named themselves the Fidyal, the loyal, and dressed in red armour to spite the sea-loving Demiken, who they branded traitors to Pandeimos.The Demiken fled west, away from Parein Thronen and towards the sea. As they travelled through the woods, taking any shape to avoid the armies of their enemies, the Demiken eventually found the city of Riversholm, home of the dwarves. While they were confused and found the dwarves they saw from their forest hiding spot strange, they assumed it was a gift from Pandeimos or the sea-god, and they named the city Donhenk Uradht, meaning the gift-city in the Angschlange tongue. They emerged from hiding, taking the form of tall glowing humans, and entered the dwarf city, asking for protection and hiding from the Fidyal, in the Angschlange, human and divine speeches, hoping the dwarves would understand at least one.Pandeimos had not seen this latest development until too late, he did not guide the Demiken to Riversholm. However, he did not want his creations to fight, so he called on Gratlevor's aid to help him calm the two factions, as Pandeimos dreaded the dwarves would be dragged into the conflict as well.When Gratlevor heard the call of Pandeimos he had a face of worry. "This is grim. The only resolution I can think to make is to awaken the Golems. This may be disasterous for your creations though. My dwarves will accept the Demiken. There is no doubt of that. I will awaken the Golems as a last resort. I fear there is no avoiding this unless we interfere. If we don't, then the Fidyal will have most of the damage, and those remaining will recede into the dark corners to repopulate and grow in strength. They will become a scourge on the land, and will not stop till their goal is reached. We must not let these events happen. The only resolve that will prevent this will be interference."Gratlevor said trying to figure out any other option. Fowlick wrote:Utceforp wrote:Maer Vigicher they called him, The Sea-Watcher. He was the Angschlange that had seen the Poseidonians, and had become obsessed with them. He had returned to the cities that developed around Parein Thronen, and told of the creatures he saw. He wished to explore the oceans and abandon the Simfes and the kingdom they shared. While most stayed under the banner of Pandeimos and Parein Thronen, many joined his company, and became known as the Demiken, their name an insult by the loyal Angschlange turned into a symbol of their people. Under the leadership of Maer Vigicher, the Demiken fled from Parein Thronen and the surrounding lands, desperate for a way to reach the legendary beings Maer spoke of. The Angschlange followed them, uniting under the banner of a new kingdom, separate from the Demiken. They named themselves the Fidyal, the loyal, and dressed in red armour to spite the sea-loving Demiken, who they branded traitors to Pandeimos.The Demiken fled west, away from Parein Thronen and towards the sea. As they travelled through the woods, taking any shape to avoid the armies of their enemies, the Demiken eventually found the city of Riversholm, home of the dwarves. While they were confused and found the dwarves they saw from their forest hiding spot strange, they assumed it was a gift from Pandeimos or the sea-god, and they named the city Donhenk Uradht, meaning the gift-city in the Angschlange tongue. They emerged from hiding, taking the form of tall glowing humans, and entered the dwarf city, asking for protection and hiding from the Fidyal, in the Angschlange, human and divine speeches, hoping the dwarves would understand at least one.Pandeimos had not seen this latest development until too late, he did not guide the Demiken to Riversholm. However, he did not want his creations to fight, so he called on Gratlevor's aid to help him calm the two factions, as Pandeimos dreaded the dwarves would be dragged into the conflict as well.When Gratlevor heard the call of Pandeimos he had a face of worry. "This is grim. The only resolution I can think to make is to awaken the Golems. This may be disasterous for your creations though. My dwarves will accept the Demiken. There is no doubt of that. I will awaken the Golems as a last resort. I fear there is no avoiding this unless we interfere. If we don't, then the Fidyal will have most of the damage, and those remaining will recede into the dark corners to repopulate and grow in strength. They will become a scourge on the land, and will not stop till their goal is reached. We must not let these events happen. The only resolve that will prevent this will be interference."Gratlevor said trying to figure out any other option.Pandeimos scowled. "The Fidyal are naïve, not malicious. I will not condemn them to some dark cavern and have them turned into a cautionary tale by dwarven storytellers. They will make peace with the Demiken, whether they want to or not. Awaken the golems, but do only enough damage to the Fidyal forces to force them into negotiation. as their patron god, I will try to calm them as well as I can."The first leader of the Angschlange kingdom, and the first queen of the Fidyal, Queen Ignuer Basinig was a record setter on many areas, though a civil war this early in the life of an empire was hardly a blessing. Unlike her people, Ignuer Basinig was uncertain about the decision to fight the Demiken. She contemplated her decisions from the replica of Pandeimos's chair in Parein Thronen, conscious of the other chair's emptiness. No dwarf sat in the replica of Gratlevor's throne, none of the other races had been revealed to her people yet. Staring at the center of the room, a story written in the divine language telling of the god's history, she still wondered, letting her subordinates make the decisions on if and how to defeat the Demiken. Suddenly, a figure appeared on the writing, wearing strange clothing she had never seen. It was Pandeimos, coming to convince her to end the war. "Hello again." Pandeimos said, like he was talking to a friend, not at all like the formal speech he used with the other gods. He didn't neeed to appear formidable or cunning in the presence of his creations; they respected him no matter what he appeared like to them. Ignuer was surprised, Pandeimos had ignored the Angschlange for a long time, preferring to study the other god's creations, which is what had lead to the civil war in the first place. "What do you plan on now?" Ignuer said angrily. While as previously mentioned the mortals respected Pandeimos unconditionally, the leaders of the Angschlange had no reason to fear him. "Will you ignore our prayers for even longer periods of time? Will you eliminate the wait and simplydeliverthe armies of the Demiken and the Dwarves to our doorstep?" Pandeimos's normally smiling face turned into a scowl, as he realized Ignuer was right. "I can see your thoughts. You do not wish to attack the Demiken, you agree with me." Ignuer was silent. "I will take you to Donkenk Uradht, so you may negotiate with the rebels." Ignuer faded into a bright light, and was gone.The armies of the Fidyar gathered in the woods around Riversholm, somewhat disorganized due to the sudden explosion of the natural world. This had left them to be easy prey, easily stricken by the smaller but more organized Demiken forces. However, neither side was winning. Ignuer appeared in the Fidyar camp, surprising many warriors. She told them what Pandeimos had said, and told them that war with the Demiken was unnecessary. The Fidyar armies marched towards Riversholm to negotiate with the Demiken, but a panicked Demiken archer who had not heard that it was a time for peace fired his bow. Pandeimos watched the arrow fly, but he felt that something was guiding it, whether it was some form of magic or fate itself. The arrow hit Ignuer in the chest, killing her. The Demiken prepared for battle, and the leaderless Fidyar began to retreat. Only Gratlevor could save them now. At that moment Gratlevor realized what he had to do. He created in the timespan of the arrows flight a megagolem. One that he could take control of, without actually being there. After the creation Gratlevor threw it in between the preparing warriors. He then took control of the Large golem that resembled him in every likeness except the metallic tone of skin."STOP!"He yelled to both sides."You shall not fight on the grounds of Gratlevor, god of Dwarves. I am his messenger, Heraldor. You mustn't do battle. You are the same, yet you have different interests. You were both created by the same god, and therefore you are the same creation. How dare you strike down a brother?"He said to the Demiken."And how dare you antagonize a brother for being different?"He said to the Fidyal."If you strike down eachother you condemn yourselves. Now the leaders of each of the disputing groups come forth."When Heraldor said this, he held out a hand and a golem the size of the Angschlange rose from the earth that changed shape until it held the shape of Igneur. He saw the fading whim of the queen and called it to the golem."You know as soon as negotions are done, you must choose a successor and you will have to see death. I am sorry for any inconveniances."Heraldor said to the Igneur golem. Igneur nodded, she knew her fate was sealed. She almost considered giving up and killing her new golem form, but the realization that the gods would only bring her back and the light shining from the rising moon reminding her of what waited if she succeeded in bringing her nation back together made her decide to stay. She walked across the battlefield, and Maer Vigicher walked from the opposite side. Both were alone, and neither was armed. The two debated for a long time, but Igneur was worried about the rapidly setting sun. Once the light of the forests of Flahuss was below the horizon, Maer was free to take whatever form he desired, he wouldn't need a sword or soldiers to kill Igneur, and as a golem Igneur didn't have the same luxury. Neither side came to an agreement, and the sun continued to inch lower and lower.To Pandeimos, the sun was not setting, but rising, due to the speed of his travel. He was travelling north-west, along the coast of the continent, looking for the Ring of Pandeimos. He arrived, quickly transitioning from faster than the speed of light to a complete stand-still. He hovered over the entranced to the caves, it was small and humble, barely discernible amidst the chaotic and violent volcanoes, but the doorway was blacker than the void between the earth and the stars. He could feel an alien presence emanating from it, as if the titanic magic had corrupted his creation, turning it against Pandeimos. He descended into the caves, but when he turned, there was no exit, only more dark cave. He lit a fire in his left hand to light his way. For hours he searched for the bottom, knowing that every second he spent in the caves was another second until his creations might decide to kill each other. He had entered the caves because he thought that the time to awaken Milrd had come, disappointed that his constructed Messiah would be needed so soon. His children had failed him, but he had hope that his most loved creation would still have some love for him. He searched for much longer, until the jagged rock and unrelenting darkness of the caves gave way to the sleek lines and unsettling glow of the titan ruins. He had found it.The Angschlange, in any other situation, would have grown bored and tired by this time. However, they were scared, and rightfully so. This seemingly minor quarrel had grown, like a rash, into a choice that would change the fate of their kingdom. Their queen was dead, only surviving temporarily due to the efforts of the dwarven god. And, deep down, they could tell that their god was gone, either to find a way to salvage the kingdom, or abandoning them, some of the more cynical thought. Igneur and Maer had been talking for hours, and only a few fleeting rays of the sun were left in the sky. To all of the Angschlange eyes, Igneur seemed to have gone insane. To the Angschlange, she seemed to be reading a story to Maer Vigicher.In reality, what Igneur was doing was much more sane. She knew that the Demiken would not allow anyone they saw as a subordinate to herself to be the successor of her. She also knew that putting a Demiken leader in power, with no restriction in his role as the king, would be unthinkable in the minds of the Fidyal. She had tried to combat both problems by providing a leader that would be familiar with the Demiken and friendly with the Fidyal. She had chosen Maer Vigicher as her successor, but not without conditions. She wrote a contract for Maer Vigicher and all his descendants to follow, and while it was subtle and ingenious, unfortunately no one but the descendants of Maer Vigicher, and certain chosen advisors (Usually picked to make sure the king or queen was following the contract) was allowed to read it. The land was united again, although resentments over legendary wars like that of the Demiken and the Fidyal never die, and sometimes grudges flaired up again.Pandeimos, however, did not know this. The combination of his focus on the task at hand, and not the battlefield at Riversholm, the confusing magic he himself had created in the caves, and the titan ruins suppressing his power meant he did not know the fate of the Demiken and the Fidyal. He was now determined to wake Milrd, and in his haste over the setting sun he did not think of the possibility that he was doing something wrong, a flaw most gods experience in the best mental states. He found the coffin, made of grey stone with silvery runes. He lifted the lid off of it, revealing Milrd to be changed, to say the least. His hair had turned a light grey, his frame was thinner and his bones were more obvious, like someone who had not eaten well for many years, and his skin colour was slightly unnatural, like a cadaver. When he opened his eyes silvery light radiated forth from them, divine and holy and yet frightening at the same time. "Milrd, greatest of Simfe warriors and jewel of my creation, you are needed to solve a great crisis. Before I hid you away I gave you the gift of prophecy, you should know the world as it is now." Pandeimos said, bowing to his creation, a rare sign of humility from the overly conceited god. Milrd looked confused but detached at the same time, like someone examining a strange insect or a pair of socks that do not belong to them. A raspy voice, not like a great hero but like a dead man, escaped from Milrd's lips, "escaped" being a literal, his mouth opened and words seemed to exit it, without any movement of the lips or jaw. "Who is this Milrd you speak of? I am Jenniter, god-hero and wielder of the Sickaury-us, bane of Many-Faces." Pandeimos backed away in fear, something had gone terribly wrong. Milrd/Jenniter approached him, with the same confused but detached expression. "What is this place? Where am I?" Pandeimos regained his courage, and retorted. "You are in the center of the Earth, the creation of the gods. I have created you to defend this world from a great threat, but you obviously have lost your memory. Jenniter's face turned into a scowl. "I know what my memories are, and I know you are tricking me. What game have you perpared for me this time, parasite!!" Jenniter picked up the titan blade, the one Pandeimos had set aside for him. "Ah, Sickaury-us. At least you are here with me in this illusion." Milrd had obviously gone mad, ranting about illusion and talking to swords, and Pandeimos had had enough. His creation was falling apart on the surface, his underground masterpiece was not going to defy him as well. "Enough. I don't carewhatyou call yourself, as long as you live by my rules." Jenniter's scowl grew larger. "Why should I listen to you. I am the omnipotent king among kings! Herald of the fallen lord! I answer to no one." Pandeimos grew as tall as the titan cavern would allow him, wreathing himself in flames and making his eyes white and endless pools of madness. "I AM YOUR CREATOR! THE IMMORTAL GOD-KING OF PERPADEUS, RULER OF THE FOURTEEN! I AM INFALLIBLE, AND YOU WILL OBEY YOUR GOD!" Jenniter clenched his fists, rage growing in his glowing silvery eyes. "Nobody created me, I am the first to live and the last to die. You are nothing compared to me." Pandeimos was frustrated and tired, his strength was sapped from spending time among the titan artifacts. He wasn't thinking clearly, charisma and shows of strength had not worked, so his rage-filled mind thought of one option and one option only. "You... You have committed heresy against Perpadeus." Pandeimos grabbed the sword Jenniter had called Sickaury-us, ignoring the agonizing pain he felt just holding it in his hand. He rushed at Jenniter, preparing to rend his former Messiah in two, but Jenniter disappeared in a flash of silver, as did Sickaury-us. Pandeimos, weaponless, looked around for Jenniter. The dry raspy voice unique only to Jenniter emanated from somewhere in the titan caves, sometimes from all around, but never where Pandeimos expected it. "You, my friend, are too idealist, and too full of yourself. I can guess what you have done, history repeats itself. If the story continues the way it was before, you will see it. You will see it when you build something up so high, only forhimto tear it down. It has already begun with the creation of Earth. You will see my friend, you will see." The voice faded away, so Pandeimos decided to escape the voice before it came back. He headed towards the exit, hurriedly, when Jenniter appeared in front of him, yelling and charging with Sickaury-us. Pandeimos went into a blind rage, lengthening his hands into deadly white claws, and dodging Jenniter's strikes. The two fought, and eventually Pandeimos grabbed a hold of Sickaury-us. While the blade gave him pain, he was no longer in a blind rage. He was perfectly sane, in a reflective mental state, and he wanted tokillJerriter. He wanted to cut Jerriter in half and bath in his blood, and he knew this, and he was perfectly fine with it. He slammed Jerriter to the ground, and prepared to give the finishing blow, when the blade flew out of his hand and purposely flew right into Jerriters's, which he used to cut Pandeimos's arm off. "That is what you get for blaspheming a titan!" Jerriter said, walking away, deeper into the ruins, as Pandeimos grabbed the bleeding stump of his arm and sat on the ground, crying. He tried to change his form, becoming every creature on the planet, turning into beasts that would kill a mortal just from the alien presence of it, but he could not change into a form that did not have his wound. He remembered Perpadeus's warning, that titan relics could not be affected by the gods. The sword had only "played along" with Pandeimos, never actually being in his control, but the wound he got from it would never heal. "He will tear it down..." Pandeimos muttered fragments of Jerriter's words. "tear it down... tear it down..." Pandeimos was, in the truest and most pure uses of the word, was depressed. His creations were betraying him and he had been wounded- wounded!- by a mortal. He wanted to return to Perpadeus and think about things, the other gods would watch creation.And so the Fourth Age ends as Pandeimos leaves the world. Igneur died, ascending to the moon and becoming the first to live among Glacalte, Maer Vigicher becomes king of the Angschlange, ruling under the laws written by Igneur. After a reing of 200 years Maer died, leaving the kingdom to his son, Caemel Vigicher, the Sky-Watcher, who famously devoted his time to praying for the return of Pandeimos from the lands of the gods. The other races met, and Parein Thronen became legendary for its diversity, all races were accepted there, and each of the fifteen faiths had a representation in the throne room. An outside force interfered with the gods, doing something beyond even the power of the titans. The gods are no longer infinite, they lose power as they create, and they are killable. They also became tethered to Earth, the few gods left on Perpadeus suddenly ripped from their home into the world below. Pandeimos, most notably, is ripped from his contemplations early, and has returned to the land of the Angschlange and the humans, albeit with a somewhat damaged psyche. The gods are becoming corroded, and it only a matter of time, whether it be a century, a millennium, or unfathomable eons, until one of them is killed.(OOC: Don't post anything in this thread after this, wait until the next chapter's IC thread is completed, even if you have something you want to wrap up urgently. I'll try to get the mods to archive this and lock it)

The Beginning_ The First Last Age (IC)

Wait, Mary Ann Doesn't Have Fins!

A desert island, beautiful, paradise, full of fresh food and water, a decent place to live outside of monsoon season.That is, if you can get off.The young man slowly wades ashore, coughing violently. He's a tall man, skin a light tan, clothes a tattered navy uniform. He looks out towards the sea, the storm clouds still large and angry, wreckage from the ship he was aboard slowly floating ashore. To his knowledge, he was the only one survived- And it would appear he may now be trapped here forever. He slowly walks into the forest a bit, cautious- The island, interestingly, contains almost nothing dangerous to humans, but he doesn't know of this yet. He's a tall man, early 6'2, and with the rather wirey strength of a great deal of hard work in the sun and a somewhat slim form. The firey red hair on his head is full of sand from the churning waters at the beach, his eyes travelling over the foliage as he quietly searches for food, not being particularly quiet.Terrence O'Malley has found himself in a place most people would kill to live, and he knows he would soon kill to get off.But... he's not the only one on the island.[ Private between Elvi and Ajoxer.] Estrella lay basking in the sun, it was a glorious day, the bright blue water reflecting upon her golden skin, shining on her long curled hair, reflecting the blue of her eyes back into the skies.She relished this place, her cove, her place, peaceful, quiet, silent but for the lapping of the calmed sea as it gently carressed the rocks she lay upon and the odd sound from the jungle around her as an animal skittered out onto the small beach in search of food.Her place, her home from home, no-one or thing to bother her. Terrence moves through the underbrush, the sound carrying clearly to Estrella's ears as he walks towards the cove, quietly searching for a decent rock to crack open the coconuts he's managed to scavenge from along the sandy beach. His stomach rumbles as he walks through the peaceful land, his clothes only barely preserving his modesty. He smiles, quietly rolling the hard-shelled fruit on his hands, not paying so much attention to the area around him... She lifted her head, eyes scanning the line of the trees as she rolls onto her stomach. She'd had enough knowledge of those creatures on the island to realise that whatever was blundering around wasn't from there and it only used two limbs to walk on.Tensing herself, she flipped off the rock and into the water, as the movement of the palms and the tall grasses showed the first signs of it entering her cove.Curiosity being the major trate of one of her kind, her head, pale green hair floating around it like sea weed, soon popped above the water as she watched to see what it was. Terrence slowly wanders into the cove, and looks around quietly. " Mmmmm... Beautiful..." He carefully sits on the sand, legs crossed, and he grabs a small, sharp rock, carefully skinning the outer shell, and then poking a couple holes through the soft spots, drinking down the coconut milk hungrily. He's too busy doing this for the moment to notice the lovely lady in the water, adams apple bobbing as he drinks hungrily. Watching him, her eyes wide with surprise as she realises it was aHUMAN, Estrella moved nearer, barely making a ripple in the water.She'd seen them at a distance in those ship things and had torn their nets to shreds when they had got too near to her domane, had even swam next to the underwater ships they had, risking a peep into any windows she had found, but she had never seen one this close.Edgeing around the rocks, she had just recently been sunning herself on, only her eyes above water, she moved in nearer, watching as he broke through the shell of the nut and drank it's juices. Terrence carefully drives the edge of the stone into the fractre point, slowly moving it along, cracking the fruit in half and then eating the fruit ravenously, stomach starving for the delicious food. A bit of the milk drips down along his shirt, staining it a bit, but he's far too busy sating a deep hunger to particularly care. His eyes, focused on the fruit, still do not notice the lovely woman approaching him. As she watches, she is curious to know where he has come from, no ships had been see around here for quite a while, so where?Well it, the human, wasn't going anywhere soon and it was quite happy feeding itself, with a flit of her tail, she flipped herself down into the water, through the narrow entrance and out to sea, to try and find out. She'll likely soon find that there's a great deal of wreckage, and it looks like a ship DID happen to pass nearby quite recently, and will now be making a prominent, permanent, local structure. In the mean time, Terrence quietly looks about, finding a nice freshwater stream, carefully stripping his clothes off to wash them, before placing them on the rock to dry, and lying down on the sand to do the same, naked as the day he was born, a fine curve to his muscles as he rests on his stomach, laid out to get as much sun as possible. A large kit bag hurls itself out of the water and lands with a heavy thud next to his head."They are gone, all dead, eaten by sharks, sunk to the bottom to feed the fish and the crabs, all gone, none alive, only you."The voice comes from a woman sitting some way away from him, leaning against a rock, her upper body out of the water, covered mostly by her pail green hair."I have brought things you might need." Terrence sits up slowly, a bit bewildered, and his eyes linger over her fine frame for a few seconds before he looks towards the kit bag, carefully opening it. " Ah, thank you..." He shrugs a bit. " It's not really surprising... I barely escaped, and I was damn lucky, too... Did you get shipwrecked here too, ma'am?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. He's yet to notice her tail, but he's noticed that lovely green hair... "Shipwrecked?"She laughs."I would never set tail on one of those things!"She swishes her gleaming tail in the water, then sticks it up, the sun reflecting a rainbow of colour from her mirrorlike scales."Why would I wish to be on a thing that land walkers use?" Terrence stares quietly. " You're... You're... You're..." His eyes roam quietly. It appears his mind may have been slightly broken by the sight of the tail, as he stares, stunned, at something that shouldn't exist. " You're... A hallucination. I must be going crazy." She sighed, she had been told that humans were stupid, but she had not believed how stupid, it was quite obvious what she was.Slapping the water with her tail she splashed him."Don't be silly, I am not a hallucination, whatever kind of creature that is." " You appear to have a tail. That should be impossible. So I must have gone crazy, and am seeing things that aren't there. Hallucinations. And explaining the nature of madness to something that isn't there. Ooooh, boy..." He sputters a bit as the water hits him. " Or... maybe not. Are you... a mermaid?" Terrence says, curious. "Well I haven't seen any of these hallucinations around here.....there are some cammelions that live on the other side of the island, but no hallucinations."She snorted when he called her a mermaid."Thats what you humans call us, yes, but it would be useless telling what our real name is, you wouldn't be able to pronounce it, or so I've been told."Estrella looks over his naked body."You are the first one I've seen of your kind, certainly strange looking, never seen hair colour like that and those..........yes between your legs.....do you always keep them dangling about like that?" " It's to keep me from going sterile due to overheating, as I recall. And just because I can't pronounce it doesn't mean you can't try me." Why he's a sailor is questionable, but who knows. " And I'm the first of my kind you've seen? Even in the middle of the ocean, I'd think you'd see SOME humans..." He shrugs softly. " And I wouldn't think that, all in all, you and I are that different- You look like you're very similar, biologically, to humans." Very questionable as to why he's a sailor. He appears to be trying to keep his mind offherdangling bits... It's been a while without women on that god-forsaken boat. "Not up close, just on your ships and boats and not without that cloth you wear all the time."She swam closer, so she could see clearer, now laying on the wet sand, her tail swishing laziliy in the water as she rested her chin on her on her hand."Don't they get in the way? I mean they are no use cool if they have got themselves wrapped around something, or caught somewhere." " Well, that would be the reason for the cloth." He's edging quietly towards the clothes now, though they may still be somewhat damp. " Another reason is because we've got a tendency towards shame in my culture. That is, feeling like it's a sin to be showing one's naked ass to others. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate your doing it, I just... Feel rather wrong being naked in front of a lady." He carefully puts on the damp clothes, grimacing a bit at the clammy coldness. " And yes, they are a bit of a weak spot, but that's just the way we evolved, we really weren't given much choice about it." She shrugged."Our males keep them tucked out of the way until they are needed, obviously we are superior to you."Watching him wiggle into his damp clothes, what was left of them, she laughed, a laugh with the vague touch of a dolphins chitter mixed with a human laugh."There is more of your human cloth in the bag, I heard that you go all....bubbly?....when you get too much sun on your hides." " It's called skin cancer. And hopefully with these palm trees, I'll be able to put together some shelter against the sun..." He looks through the bag, and takes out some of the extra clothes, putting them on. " And I'll thank you very much not to insult my gonads, I had enough of that through High School, College, and every damn port I've ever been in, I don't need a mystical sea-woman giving me that too. Well... Would you like a coconut?" He asks, lamely, half-smiling. "Go.....nads?"She blinked at him."If I knew what they were, then I would know if I had insulted them, but as I have done nothing to insult you at all, then I don't see how I could have."She shook her head at the offer of coconut, but felt that it would be rude not to offer something in return."Octopus?"With a flick of her tail, the large tentacled creature flew through the air and landed, a squirming mass in his lap. " NyaaaaGGGHthankyou I have a policy of not eating anything with more limbs than me." He carefully pulls the creature off of his lap, tossing it back into the water. " The dangly bits. Sex organ. Penis. Reproductive system. That's what gonads mean. Anyway, you're certainly more impressive in certain..." He coughs softly. " dangly bits than most human women... Must be the cushioning effect of the water." She frowns as he throws the octopus back into the sea, then shrugs as he explains what gonads were.Picking up a small sand crab she pops it into her mouth crunching it thoughtfully as he carries on, then sits up, moving her hair to look down at her breasts."Really? aren't land walkers spawn feeders very good then?"Running her hands over them, she inspected their firm voluptuousness, lifting them slightly to see them better."I always thought these were pretty average myself."She turned her body towards him, thrusting her chest out."Do you really thing they are special?" If this were an anime, Terrence'd be losing blood at a dangerous level now. Thankfully, he just blushes beet red. " Ah... Yes, they are. I guess it's because the water supports you much better than air would, so there's more advantage to... Ahem... having them larger." He gulps quietly, hands in his lap as his blood goes to an entirely different place. "Oh dear, you'd better get back in the shade."Estrelle looks at him concerned."I think you've got some of that cancer you were speeking of, you've gone as red as a sea urchin."She goes back to inspecting her breasts."If you think these are big, I'll have to seek out ashana...now those......she suckled a seal and a young killer whale on those once!" " Aaaaah, your kind occasionally does that sort of thing for other species? Interesting... And, ah, remember that 'shame' thing I was talking about? I also feel like seeing your, ahem, ample assets is a bad thing. Of course, that's just a silly cultural thing, please ignore it, I should be learning to be more tolerant of other peoples anyway." he says quickly, smiling a bit. "Well then, if I offend you with my.....body, then I shall be leaving you, be so kind as to be gone from my cove by tomorow thank you."She flipped backwards into the water and after splashing him with an ample amount of water, the mermaid was gone, leaving barely a ripple on the surface of the calmed waters of the little inlet. " NononononoDAMN!" He sighs. " Alright, first thing I can do, see if I can apologize to her, shouldn't go pissing off my one semi-human contact..." He frowns, slowly standing, and goes into the jungle to collect some food for saving, and work on a primitive shelter, and then, off to see if he can find her something as a peace offering... She didn't go far, curiosity was one thing that kept her people coming back to humans.They facsinated them, they felt a need to attempt to understand them, talk to them, play with them, very much like the dolphins and more intelligent of the whales.She took a long slow swim around the island, diving deep, playing with the fish shoals, enjoying scattering them, then herding them back into a seething mass and when she tired of the game, she came back to where he was, staying out of sight, watching. She can see him doing his best with a small length of wood and a string, god only knows what kind of crazy land-dweller nonsense this is. He seems to be working to catch some fish, although from his earlier behavior, he didn't seem much like the type to like fish... Anyone's guess as to what he's planning, though he seems to be making at least SOME progress in filling the small container by his side with the fish. Estrelle watched, wanting to ask why he was doing this, if he was hungry he should be eating them, not filling something up with them, but she had said she would not return until the next day, so she had to be content on just looking.She sighed, land walkers such wastrals, shaking her head at him, she glanced at the sky, it was beginning to get dark, sinking slowly to the bottom of the cove's blue waters, she curled herself up amongst the kale and settled for sleep. Terrence does the same, curling up to sleep.The next morning, he gets up early, and carefully builds a fire in an area on the beach, away from the trees, thanking god for flint on this island as he carefully cooks the fish over the fire. "I thought I asked you to leave my cove?"When he turns, he sees her sat on an outcrop of rocks, the end of her tail idly flicky the water it sat in, her hair purposely moved to show her full firm breasts."Yet you are still here, burning things." " I wanted to try to make a gift for you. I'm sorry I offended you- I didn't mean to give you the impression that I was offended yesterday, it's just unusual in my culture, and I admit, also made me feel extremely attracted to you. My culture... Is very unusual." He scoops the sand over the fire, choking it quickly and easily, slowly walking over to her, carrying the well-roasted fish. " Cooked meat is usually a pretty standard improvement in taste for all species, but I doubt that you would have ever had any, living in an environment so hostile towards fire. It makes the meat easier to chew, helps it keep longer, and can improve the flavor a bit, as well as getting rid of diseases the fish might have carried." He carefully holds one up for her, the fish skewered on a stick. " So... Would you accept this gift, as my way of apologizing?" She moved her head away from it, a look of disaste on her face."You are trying to make me eatDEADthings?"A shudder runs down her spine."You are still here, you make things smell like......well smelly things and now you want me to eatDEAD things?" " Ah, I'm sorry. It's a cultural thing again, I suppose. In my culture... Well, our species tends to be fairly exclusive to eating mammals, and as such, we prefer not to have to listen to their dying screams, to feel their warm blood run over our fingers, feeling remorse as we kill creatures so similar to us. There are men trained to do such things, and the rest of the populace tends to just try to pretend that meat grows on shelves. And, sadly, there's almost certainly no way to cook a creature and keep it alive. I'm sorry I've offended you- And this is why I made sure to only cook half the fish." He quietly disappears for a moment, and comes back holding the container from before, a couple of fish swimming in the large tank quietly. " Would this be more suitable to you?" She looked at the fish swimming, deftly cought one in her hand and popped it into her mouth, swallowing it whole."Very nice, though a little bruised."She gave him a beguiling smile."Now why are you still in my cove?" " I hoped to ask your forgiveness for yesterday. I was not offended by your appearance, the blushing was a combination of my own upbringing, and the fact that, quite honestly, you are extremely sexually attractive." He's still overly well spoken for a sailor, but if he were a lawyer, he probably wouldn't be chatting up a mermaid right now. "Oh I've heard all about you human men always after us all the time."She swished her tail in the water, it seemed to be a sign of agitation, or perhaps petulance."This is my cove, I've had it for the last fifty odd years and now you think you can just come here and take it, you did the same to the place you now call America and the one names Australia, we were welcome there when the natives ran the place, now you want to claim my cove in the name of some queen or king or president or something."Her tail became eratic, swirling the water into a frenzy."Yes either mate with us or catch us and use us to make money."She glared at him."Or both!" " You know, I'm never going to get off of this island. I'm going to, in all likelihood, die here- Nobody would know I'm here, nobody would likely care. I can't claim it for anyone, and while it's nice, I doubt anyone is likely to claim it for a long, long time. I'm sorry about what's been done, if it's any consolation. "Huh....thats what you say now, one day your kind will come along and you'll say "Look I've got an island!" and they'll say "Lovely we'll build a"..... oh I don't know, a something on it and then there will be no island and all will be torn away."She glared at him, after all it was his fault and he was going to take her island away, at least he was going to try."I'm going to get you one of them blowy up floaty things and then you can go away"Estrelle flipped back into the water and was gone before he could even speak. He quietly sits back, sighing, looking into the sky quietly. " Aaaaah, living for the rest of my short life on a tropical paradise, and my only other sentient contact is a mermaid who hates me. Well, hey, one way or another, I'm sure it won't last long." He lies on his back and whistles Rock Lobster quietly. She reapears some time later, flipping water up at him to get his attention."It's on the beach on the other side of the island, the floaty thing and it has food and things you need in it."Beaching herself she lays on her stomach, half in the water still looking at him."Go on.....you can go now." " You know, I study the charts. This island is weeks away from other islands, even if I could find a way to move faster than swimming fast and splashily, in a way that will attract predators like blood in the water. This area is also notorious for it's hurricanes. Quite frankly, even if I'm lucky, I've got two years." He sighs. He lies back, resigned. " I figure, then, that I might as well enjoy my life here while it lasts, and not die miserable, alone, muscles wasting away, in the middle of an uncaring ocean."He laughs softly. " We turned our back on the ocean a long time ago, and we've never talked much since." A large octopus lands on his chest, much larger than the one she had given him the day before, but she had noted his dislike for it."I said leave now!"Her demand is followed by the thud of a huge spider crab landing inches from his face, only a little bit annoyed at being dragged out of it's safe craggy home and hurled onto land, it's huge pincers snapping at anything it can reach. He's worked hard not to lost his temper. It's tough, but he's been a patient person. This tests him quite severely, though- He rolls out of the way of the crab's nasty pincers, carefully tossing the octopus into the water. " For what? So you can kill me where you'd have the advantage? Get rid of me quickly? There are stories told about mermaids too, and a lot of them involve being murdered by them." He quietly stomps into the forest, fists gripped tight, knuckles white. " And you know what? Even if I miraculously survived, even if I somehow WAS picked up by a ship or something, nobody would ever believe me. I'd be a lone nut. One way or another, this island is all I have in my life anymore." He disappears into the forest to cool himself down. "Don't you walk away from me when I'm making you go away!"Estrelle pokes him hard in his back with her finger."Don't think walking away from the water is going to stop me following you, I want you off my island!" " Why? Do you want to kill me?" he asks quietly, looking back towards her. " Like I said, my chances of finding another island, let alone getting back to civilization, are slim to none- And even if I did, if I really wanted to harm you, or this island, or whatever, wouldn't I then come back? Hmmm?" He quietly closes his eyes, and breathes. " I'm going to go into the jungle and try to cool my temper. You're not making losing everything I have in life any easier, you know." She continued the follow him, stepping carefully over the palm thronds and stones that littered the edge of the palm tree jungle."So, just because you have lost, so must I? That's hardly fair is it?"She huffed."It's not like I'm going to just dump you in the sea, that is the second time I have been to your ship, I even went to see if others were alive too. I brought you food and clothes and a floaty thing." " What do you have to lose? I'm a single man, and I do have at least an inkling of how to survive in the wilderness, I'm not going to do damage to your island." He turns towards her, looking quietly." Why do you want me to go? This... This is what I've been looking for. A place to be alone." His tone is different now, there's almost a happiness to it. " I can be here, simply living life, not having to fufill potential, to do constant work that I hate for people I despise in a job that I loath. Why do you want me to leave?" His temperament is curiously fast-changing... "Because this is my place of peace and quiet and my place to be without anyone else around."She stands with her hands on her hips."This is my place to be alone, yet you just want to take over like the rest of your kind and drive me away." " What? When did I ever say I want you away? I just want some peace and quiet, I'm not so stupid as to imagine I wouldn't go insane without contact." He raises an eyebrow, a bit curious about all this, now. " Why do you blame me for all the acts of my species?" "I don't, I just want you off my island, I DON'T want someone to talk to, I WANT to be able to sit on my rock or go for a quick walk without having to talk to anyone or thing."She bent over and picked up a coconut, throwing it at him."Go ...go on...go away...shoo.....shoo....." He catches the coconut. "... No." He walks into the forest, quietly skinning the coconut, going off to drink alone. She follows him, picking up anything that she can find to throw, slowly herding him towards the other side of the island and the beach where the life raft and food is waiting."Shooo...shooooo...off my island....go on...shooo!" He sits quietly on the ground at the beach, and lets her throw whatever she wants at him, quietly sipping his coconut as she does, taking the lumps without really seeming like he cares. He carefully cracks open the coconut, eating the fruit quietly. " You know, I've been hit with much more painful things in my time. This is more like what my little sister did to bug me, and quite frankly, I made sure never to let her get to me." She comes and sits down next the him, crossing her legs in front of her."Then what can I do to make you leave?"She leans her head against his shoulder."I just want my home back." He looks towards her. " But I don't want to leave you." He sighs, quietly carving out a piece of the coconut, eating it quietly. " Sure you wouldn't like to try a bite? It tastes quite good..." She shakes her head."Too much sweet and not enough fish, what do you mean you don't want to leave me?"Ellestre sighed."Thats silly talk, look I'll swim off and find you another island, I'll get you things that you need from the ship thing and I'll come and visit you and I'll send the dolphins over to play and have the crabs guard the beach...now I can't say better than that can I ?" " I'd just like to be with you. My species likes companionship, a lot, and we really only can get it in healthy amounts from other humans- Or, I imagine, merfolk. I'd like to be around you. I want to talk with you, to learn what you've seen, to show you that just because I'm human doesn't mean I'm bad." He sighs softly. " I find myself attracted to you, a lot." She gave a sigh that sounded like the waves crashing against the rocks on an rough stormy day."Why are you humans so needy?"Standing up, she brushed the sand from her well muscled back side and thighs."Look I have to go, I promissed to pod sit for a tide, I'll think about it and we'll talk about it when I get back." " Fair enough." He smiles quietly, stretching back on the sand, quietly meditating, thinking. She kicks up her heals, spraying sand over him and runs for the water, diving in just after her feet have touched the edge of the waves.A few moments later Estrelle bobs to the surface to shout back at him."And don't let that floaty thing drift away, the tide's coming in!"With a flick of her silver scaled tail she is gone. He smiles, slowly gathering the things, going to find a good place he can store them. She returns just before dark, circling idly around her island, part of her hoping to see him gone, the other hoping not.The man had the most unusual way of ....being.... one minute all obstinate, the next all snivling and pathetic, she sighed as she flipped over onto her back, floating quite happily as she watched the sun begin to set over the horizon. He carefully works on the small shelter he's rigged up- It's not much, but it'll keep him dry in the occasional rain. He quietly walks to the beach, and sits, looking out towards the sunset, lost in it's beauty. "It's pretty isn't it?"Her voice comes from a short way off, laying on her back, resting herself back on her elbows, that tail of hers idly flapping itself in the water in front of her."Sort of reflects the colours of the coral reef just east of here, it's quite shallow there." " Yep." He looks towards her. " Who do you hear all your stories of humans from." "Stories?"She flipped over onto her stomach, resting once again on her elbows, so that she could look at him."Not stories, we have well documented evidence going back thousands of years, further than the ancient Greeks, much further than that infact." " You know, I'm interested to know how you kept well documented evidence in an environment that is, quite honestly, inimical to most modern technology. Well, let me see... Inks are out, most of them tend to be water soluble. Paper is out... Stone carvings, in a constant erosion climate like the sea? Definitely out." He rubs his chin. " So how do you keep this well documented evidence?" "We have our ways, you don't keep your books out in the rain do you, why should we?"She shakes her head at him."And what makes you think that we spend all our time under water anyway?" " To be fair, the fact that you can actually grow legs when you come out of the water still boggles me a bit. I mean, it goes against everything I know about science, and when I lose that, I lose the world." He stands up, sighing quietly. " And you know, if you had all this time, all this knowledge... Why didn't you try to do anything?" He quietly looks over at her. " You were able to write back then, you can clearly live in both water AND on land- Why didn't you just wipe us out when we started to make trouble?" He turns away again, looking over the sandy shoreline. "Because we are few and you are many. When you were younger, you were merely a novelty, you learned to float on the water and it amused us, but we became overwhelmed by the numbers of your kind and as our kind and others of the higher species began to die out."She sighed."Well you just over powered us and began your destruction of things around you, leaving us to do what we could when we could." " And you never saw it coming, hmmm?" He sighs. " You know, yes, humans do that sort of thing. You know why? Because that's the end goal of all evolution, to be able to survive no matter what your environment is. You're clearly able to live in harmony with your environment- But mother nature is notorious for being cruel." He sighs. " Anyway, I do not particularly enjoy being condemned for the behavior of the vast majority of my species." She raises her eyebrows."Who has condemned you? I just want you off my island so that I may have my peace and tranquility back"She looks at him hard."Tell me, how would you feel if a total stranger walked into your home, started messing with your.......things..... and just said "I'm not leaving, this is my home now, I just want to stay and you can keep me from being lonely"......" " Never heard of succor, have you?" He quietly sighs. " You want me gone? I'll go, then." He quietly walks into the jungle. She shouted after him."Couldn't answer that one could you? Because you know you wouldn't like it!"Huffing Estrelle turned back to watch the remainder of the sunset, even that had been spoilt by the human being in her home. He quietly sleeps in the small shelter he's made, unhappy, as he softly sleeps. She wakes him at dawn, standing over him like a green haired angel, the newly risen sun glowling softly around her."You ready then? I've put water in your floaty thing and some fresh fruit. All you have to do is get in and we're off." " Why?" he says, simply. His eyes run across her quietly, lying on his back, simply watching her. "Why what?"Standing impatiently, hands on hips, she waites for him to reply."What do you mean why?" " Why should I leave? What will you do if I don't?" he asks quietly, looking towards her, curious to learn this. "I will make your life very difficult"Her voice was calm and matter of fact."First the spider crabs will move in, then the sea birds, the fish will leave the waters to be replaced by stinging jelly fish. I will have the fresh water 'turned off', I know where it originates and I will have the rocks that I created the lagoon with removed by the whales, then at night........" " Destroy your own island, then, to get rid of me?" I smile quietly. " I lived in a family with twelve brothers and sisters in one of the worst parts of the city I grew up in, it's nothing new. I'm afraid, to really get rid of me..." He tosses the sharp knife-like rock that he used to cut open coconuts between her feet. " You'd have to kill me." "I built it fifty years ago, I'll rebuild it after you have gone.Walking to the shore line she put her hands to her mouth and gave a keaning shrieking call, answered almost immediately by a flock of gulls and as she walked, then dived back into the sea, the shapes of large spider crabs began to emerge from the waters. He sighs, quietly sitting up, and loading up on coconuts, quickly knocking them away if they come too close, wandering about the island till he finds a cliffside, high above some rather deep, rocky water. He quietly sits on the edge, looking over the ocean quietly. As the days goes on, the island begins to resemble a small harbour rather than a quite island.The rocks that sheltered the beach, to form the lagoon, are pushed asside and as the tide comes in it pushes it's way far onto the island, flooding the jungle. The winds now have nothing to stop their path, blow straight onto it, shredding the palm and knocking their fruit onto the ground for the salt water to carry away and salt the fresh water.Gulls follow him every where screaching noisily as they drop their bombs around him, using the updraft from the cliff to almost hover mockingly at face level.A school of dolphins enjoy herding away a shoal of gleaming fish and he glimpses one of them throwing around the kit bag of equipment she had brought him. He watches them quietly, admiring the dolphins as they play about, letting himself slowly waste away, stomach no longer bothering to growl. He softly lies his head on his palm, feet quietly dangling in the air, simply letting the world pass him by. The wind gusts over the cliff and onto where he is, as storm clouds begin to gather overhead, this time of year sudden squals are common and it looks like it's going to be a big one.As the wind becomes stronger, the sky grows darker and the first spatters of the storm begin to hit him. He sighs, standing up carefully, struggling through the winds back down towards the jungle, quietly looking for a place where he can find some shelter from the wind as the rain blinds him. There is little shelter in the sodden wind whipped palm trees, most places that there could be filled with bad tempered crabs snapping at his feet as he tried to get nearer, coconuts rain down on him like a bombardment of cannon balls, thudding heavily into the soft ground at his feet.Then, as it begins to get dark, the squall has passed, grumbling it's way across the sky seeking a new target to rant at. He sighs, moving towards the shore to sit by the waves, quietly watching them. " Interesting how life turns out..." The night is damp and chilled, now a constant breeze blows across the island and he finds that even though the cove, or what once was the cove, is on the far side of the island, the tide this side is also higher, driving him into the line of trees as it reaches it's hight.Even if he had wished to sleep, the constant noise from dolphins and the harsher sound of the sea was likely to keep him awake. At this point, he's simply waiting for things to go black, lying on the ground, curled up, having lost a lot of his will to live. "Thought you said you weren't like the other humans ?"The voice that woke him was full of disdain, almost loathing."Just typical of your species, not an ounce of fight in you."Ellestre stood over him, her body sheltering him from the already hot sun."Oh I see, it's fine when you have the upper hand and can victimise others to extinction, but when you yourselves have to do something, you get all pathetic and roll over and die."She turned to walk away, flicking her long hair back in indignation."There is fresh water and metal covered food in your floaty thing if you want it, it's tied to a tree so it doesn't float away next high tide. If you don't want it, do me a favour and die on the tied line, it will be easier to drag your body out for the sharks." " Oh? I should fight? I should have slit your throat? I am fighting. I'll let you destroy this island, and look? I've just ruined your work at the cost of just my life. Done it all my life, I might as well finish it off big..." He lies back quietly. " And it means I got to see you once more. That's something..." She looked around."No I have let it go back to nature, we do that often, I've started a new one further on."Pausing for a moment she watched the carbs scuttling around."I'll probably do the same in another fifty years or so." " Fair enough. I'll just enjoy this one in the last few days." He smiles and waves to her. " And you're still lovely." "You are the most infuriating creature"The mermaid takes a deep sigh."Why are you doing this? Have you gone quite mad?" " Maybe. If I went to the other island you mentioned, I'd never see you again, would I? You yourself said that you don't wish to talk to me. Well, even if I die, it's still worth it to be able to keep seeing you, for just a bit longer." She huffed and scratched her head."I said I would come and visit you, I said I would get things that you wanted from your sunk ship and I said I would look for other humans to come and rescue you......what more do you want?"Looking around, exasperated by the idiocy of someone who would turn all that down, just so he could die, she through her hands in the air."The way you are going on, you would whink you wanted to spawn with me or something!" " Oh, and god forbid that happen." he says, smiling sadly towards her, sitting up, legs crossed. She turned and looked at him, her face crumpled with exasperation, if she could understand this ....this human....she may be able to work out what on earth was wrong with him.Pointing over to the life raft, she looked at him with a look that comanded he did as he was told."Get in your floaty thing." He stands quietly, and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek before moving to untie the raft, stepping in and moving it towards the water. Estrelle blinked, as she stood for a moment, her mouth slightly open, her hand touching the place he had kissed on her cheek.She watched him doing as she had asked, what was it about this human that made her want to help him, why hadn't she just taken off when he wouldn't move and left him to die like he wanted to?More to the point, what in the name of the great sea beast had he just done? He's put his lips on her and pressed them firmly against her cheek, it felt strange, she felt strange, everything was strange.....Shaking her head and blinking again, trying to regain her train of thought, she walked towards the dinghy, picking up the length of rope hanging from the side."Drink that unsalted water, it will make you feel better."Without further word she ran and dived into the water, a few seconds later, the life raft was being pulled at speed through the water, a pod of dolphins chasing in it's wake. He sits quietly, looking back at the dolphins quietly, admiring them as he slowly sips at the water. " ... Thank you." About an hour of quite fast wave surfing, later, they arrive at another, she stops pulling and pushes the life raft into the shallows near to the white sands of a small inlet. There aren't as many palms as the other, but what are there are tall and mature, he can hear cascading water and a small waterfall can be seen through them."Your new home"She anounced to him, leaning against the life raft, her arms wrapped around the top keeping the rest of her upper body out of the water."There is even a cave in the rocks under the water fall for you to hide and die in without cluttering the place up." " That's very kind, thank you." He says, bowing, carefully stepping out and pulling the raft inland quietly. "See you around then, got to see a mer about a dogfish"With a flip of her tail she was gone again. " What an unusual culture..." He whistles, walking in circles on the beach, around the perimeter of the island, to keep from going insane some more. It's just beginning to get dark when she reappears, just behind him, as she always seems to do."Everything alright then? Found the water fall and the cave and stuff?" " Indeed. Thank you." He continues walking quietly, his mood seeming to have shifted once more, to the contemplative, as he looks about the island. She can't help but feel he's sneaking glances at her, though. "Ermmmmm.....That thing you did with your mouth?"She didn't follow him, she'd been doing far too much of this land walking thing lately, and it made her hips and joints ache, but she had been thinking sbout what he had done to her cheek on and off all day. The curiosity had just got too much. He turns, smiles, and does it again. " That, you mean?" He says, breath warm on her cheek. "Yes"She nods to him, her hand going up to her cheek again, that strange sensation crawling over her flesh once more."That thing.....with your lips.....on my cheek.....what.....why....did you.....what is it?" " Never been kissed by a man?" He softly takes her hand, kissing the back of it. " It's a kiss. A meaningful contact between lips, and skin or lips. Romantic. I'm surprised that it affects you so deeply- Must be a genetic thing, I suppose." She watches him carefuly as she takes her hand and kisses the back of it, the tingling from it spreading down her fingers and up to her elbow."Never been that close to a man before."Her eyes are glued to the spot where his lips had touched her, as though there should be a mark left and there isn't."Why do you do such a thing?" " Does it make you feel bad? If it does, I'll stop." He softly releases her hand. " And it's done to show affection, show that we care about the person that we do it to." She shook her head, still looking at her hand."No...no it doesn't feel bad....it feels....strange...."Dragging her eyes away from the back of her hand she looks at him, her eyes and face showing how puzzled she was."Affection? But you hate me......" " Not much mental illness in your species, huh? Alright... I'm bipolar. It's a rather severe mental problem that crops up in my species sometimes, and results in violent mood swings. The lithium salts I use to control it were destroyed when I abandoned ship, and... They're basically impossible to make. I'm afraid that's why I've been acting... Well, crazy. But I can assure you, I do not hate you. At all." He softly takes her hand again, kissing it softly, kissing slowly up her arm. "Bi.....polar?"Her skin crawls under his kiss, making her shudder as the tingles continue to track their way up her arm following his lips. " Mania to depression. Highs and lows." He softly strokes a hand up her side, kissing her neck as he slowly embraces her. " But right now, I'm on a high..." She almost whimpers as his kissing continues and his hands move over her naked body making her squirm and shiver with every touch, small gasps escaping her lips as he touches somewhere sensitive.Trying to speak several times and failing she finally manages to get the words out."This......chrystal...that makes you well? Would they not have it in your room where sick peoples go?"She gasps her eyes widening as he wraps her in his arms."Some.......some of the sick peoples place is not in water.....it has air inside keeping it out...." " They might... Who knows? Why, do you know a way to get into there?" He softly strokes her sides, kissing her neck.( OOC Note: To be fair, the main reason I introduced that is as the reason for my own bipolar writing. Damn genes.) She openly whimpers as he puts his lips on her neck, her knees feeling as though they would give way, this..these new sensations threatening to take over."yyyyy.......esssss....I have.....been .... been there.....I got your...........your things......" " That's wonderful of you... Hopefully, that should keep me together for a time." He softly wraps his arms around her, gently lifting her up as he kisses along her neck, hands travelling up and down her back ever so softly. "Hmmmmm.....yes........I will get what you........need......"Her whimpering keen continues as she squirms and gasps, so new.....but the pain in her hips, no matter how much she tried to ignore it, was beginning to become almost too much to bare."Must........"She whimpered and gasped as his hands ran down her back."Need to go.........in pain.......to much......"She shuddered again, though this time it was with pain and not pleasure as she feels her legs begin to give way."Must leave need water.........now......" He carefully carries you into the water, wading in till he's up to his waist, sitting and immersing her in the water carefully, holding her softly. As he lowers her into the water she sighs with relief, her legs begin to fuse and in front of his eyes, her skin becomes scales and her tail grows until it covers her lower body.Leaning heavily on him, she relaxes as the pain recedes, gently swishing her fins in the water."Thank you, I cannot stay bipedal for too long, it makes me heavy and it begins to hurt." " Huh, how curious..." He softly strokes her belly, gently holding her close. " I admit, I'm fascinated by you- I would never have thought that a mermaid could exist, let alone that you can go onto land." She squirmed again at his touch, it seeming to spark at her nerves, making her take short breaths."I .....hmmmmmmm....that is a nice feeling......I have never thoguht of it....you can go in the water can't you? ........ooooooooo........it tingles like sea grass tickles......Why can we not go on land?" " Well, we don't get a tail." He smiles. " But I suppose, yes, we can to some degree... " His hands trail up and down her, squeezing and stroking the muscle carefully as he holds her close, smiling lovingly. " Mmmm... You really are beautiful..." He can feel her body quiver at every touch, as she tries to control herself, breathing short quick breaths."I.........feel.....strange.....I think I need......"Gulping she swallows hard, a longer moan escaping her lips as she lays her head to rest on his shoulder. " Tell me, do mermaids... spawn... for pleasure?" He softly kisses her neck. " I know dolphins do, it would be surprising if you didn't sometimes do that sorta thing..." He gently strokes his hands up and down her sides, gently massaging her. She nods her head, whimpering at his touch, but tries to pull away from him, without much luck, mumbling into his shoulder."Feel.....strange....must......" " Just get into it, my beautiful dear... doesn't it feel nice?" He softly kisses her on the lips again, fingers stroking her belly teasingly. Her eyes flutter and open as he touches his lips again hers, the spark form his kiss sweeping over her body as though she had been touch by an eal.She gasped and stared at him wide eyed, almost panting for breath."What....what was that?" " A kiss to the lips." He does it again, lips softly pressed against hers as he holds her, rocking her softly in the water, as he gently strokes her body. She lets out a high pitched squeeling keen, so high, yet so quiet that he can only just hear it, as he kisses her again.Pulling away from his kiss she looks at him again her eyes saucerlike and gleaming, trying to catch her breath, still shuddering and squirming as he touches her."A.....kiss....kiss to the .....lips?"She touches her lips with one finger, then leans forward, closing her eyes, licking her lips and pursing them a little. He kisses her again, smiling. " Yes. Doesn't it feel nice?" He kisses again, hugging her close, stroking her back. "Hmmmmm..yes......nice......"Almost wrapping her tail around him, she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling herself towards him."More kissing"She touches her lips to his, feeling the trickle of excitement working it's way through her, them parting them a little kisses him again moaning with pleasure. He smiles, and kisses her deep, gently pushing his tongue into her mouth, frenching her gently as his fingers stroke across her scaly tail, gently brushing across them, squeezing her tight as his slightly rough, warm tongue invades her mouth, his breath warm against her cheeks. Her eyes pop open again as she feels his tongue, she opens her mouth a little more and gently touches his with her own, then closes her eyes gain as she presses her mouth closer to his, moaning as her breasts rub against the roughness of his shirt. His rough hands gently take hold of her breasts, reaching around her back to stroke them as he softly squeezes her nipples, rolling the soft pink flesh between his fingers as his tongue strokes about in her mouth, gently rocking her from side to side in the water. The sea swirls around them as she swishes her tail, with pleasure, lapping the water over them, cooling their bodies slightly as the balmy night air touches their damp skin.Ellstra twists her lithe body, pushing her breats forward to great another new sensation and she tilts her head back further so she can still keep contact with their kiss.Her keening begins again, more like a feeling to him, fibrating through him, than a sound, he feels something brush against his leg, a young dolphin, attracted by the sound, curious to see what is going on.... " Hmmm... Looks like a dolphin has come to join us..." He softly continues stroking along her side, running his fingers over the scales as he smiles. " Heh... So, tell me, have you ever spawned?" he asks, softly running his fingers along her tail lovingly as he rocks her from side to side. She flutters her eyes then blinks at him."Of course.....we lay our eggs every five years and they are taken care of in the nursery, I have done it since I was old enough at 45...."She looked at him."Surely you must have too?" " We have, as it happens, a very different view of things." He softly kisses her neck, stroking her sides gently. " Typically, people only have 1-2 children, and spend the next 18 years of their life, minimum, watching over them... Being raised by the community typically only happens in parentless children, and tend to be very, very unhappy lives." He softly pats the dolphin's head. She raises her eyebrows."You don't all come together for the spawning? You look after your children seperately? Why would you do that?"Her tail idly plays with the young dolphin as it swims around them. " Remember that shame thing I mentioned before? You should know as well as anyone, our culture is... rather unusual." He softly strokes her neck. She purses her lip, thinking and nodding in agreement, still shivering as his gentle touches.She leans away from him, so that she could look at him in the eyes."Are you saying that you wish to spawn with me?"Biting her lip she continues, not quite sure of herself."Because......well......I have no eggs at the moment and I don't think you can swim fast enough." " Well, don't you ever mate without ending with a child? Just for the pleasure you get from it? And I'm not quite certain I understand what you mean by swimming fast enough..." He softly kisses her neck, tongue gently running along the vein. Shivers running up her body, she giggles a little from the ticklish sensation his tongue made."You have to swim to catch me up silly......"She squirmed again."And yes sometimes we do it for the thrill of the chase and don't spawn...." " Well, you have an unfair advantage in the water, we could do it on the land if you think you'd be able to do that..." He smiles, softly stroking a hand along her lovely tail. She blinked at him, looking as though he had said something unbeleivable, which to her, he had."Spawn on land? Where would it go?"She looked at him again, as though he was totally mad, then pushed the inquisative dolphin away with her tail, chittering to it, telling it to go back to his mother. " Alright, I think I couldprobablyuse a more in depth biological explanation of how you Spawn." he says, smiling a bit. She looked sideways at the sea then back at him......"What do you mean? How do I spawn? The same way as everyone else does......are you telling me you do it differently?" " Well, let's face it, our species are somewhat different. We mainly do it in a private place, and... Well, the male inserts his sexual organs into the females." He looks a tad uncomfortable talking about it. That damn shame again, no doubt. She gulped, looking at him in shock."You ......your.....inside.....your floppy thing and the droopy bits.....your go...nads?"Her tail swished in agitation, she blinked at him."In.....in where?" He carefully stands, slowly carrying her out of the water to let her dry till she develops legs again, and softly draws a finger between her legs, stroking the slit carefully, smiling. "OOO!"She sqeeled in surprise at his touch."Is that what it's for?"She lay on her back propped up on her elbows, her damp hair spread around her like seaweed."I've never used THAT before!" " Hmmm, it feels good if you do it just right..." He begins softly stroking her slit, smiling as his finger gently pushes along the edge. She squirms and giggles as his finger tickles her, digging her heels into the sand."And that go...nads thing is too big and floppy to go in there .......You are joking with me....." To be fair, he's getting fairly hard now. " Not quite... Very stretchy here..." He softly strokes his finger into her lovely body, gently moving his finger in and out of her, softly kissing her as he holds her close. She shudders as she feels him press nearer, his finger probing gently then pressing on inside, a sensation almost overwhelming, never thought of, never investigated, never felt, never dreamed of....Feeling muscles tighten that she didn't know she had and her stomach, sort of warm, she eagerly accepted his kiss, that longing keening vibrating through him yet again as she wrapped her arms around him, wanting him close to her. He smiles, fingers pumping in and out of her soft honeypot as he licks her neck, grinding his fingers in and out of her slowly. The sensations, not painful, but strange and alien, are none the less pleasurable, making her snake her hips and moan quitely, occasionally making that strange keening sound, a little knot in the pit of her stomach.Gulping she moistens her mouth, and stares up at him in wander, a slight look of confusion in her face."This is...........I have never felt.....this ...before..... I have never .....never spawned ....with a hand.....before...." " Ssssh, don't talk... Just enjoy it." He sits on the sand, softly rocking her as he hold her in his arms, stroking his fingers in and out of her tightness, fingers getting sticky with her lovely, fragrant juices. Smiling at him she did as he suggested, she lay back in his arms and closed her eyes, allowing the sensations to flow over her like the bright morning tide.Occasionaly she shuffled a little to give him more room to move or to make what he was doing a little more comfortable, but for the most , see lay moaning lightly, occasionaly keening and enjoying the feeling of tension and warmth welling inside her. He softly lies back, gently stroking her as he enjoys the feel of her tight sex, softly breathing as he strokes, in and out, in and out... He grins as she relaxes in his arms, working to build the tide up into a wave that will engulf her. She squirms and wriths in his arms, trying to deal with the multitude of different sensations running through her, feelings wandering through her body from parts of her that she hadn't realised existed, one moment curious about what was happening to her, the next moaning no longer in control, his fingers never stopping always moving and probing, finding another place to touch just as she though she had command of the situation. " Mmmm, is the spawning anything like this? Certainly seems like you're unused to these sensations..." He smiles, fingers probing her as they slowly stroke her sweetness, working to find the rough section that signals the G-spot, and relentlessly rubbing and stroking that section. She gasps, unable to answer him, the muscles in her stomach tensing to almost painful proportions, sensations surging through her like electrical charges.Her body hot and flushed, she arches her back, then.....then he finds the spot that pushes her to the limit and over.Her eyes round with a look of shock and pleasure mixed, her body tenses, heels pushing into the sand as she attempts to move away from him, then moves closer. He feels her muscles tighten and twitch around his fingers as she feels the extacy of her first ever human orgasm, keening and whimpering both as she fights for breath. He smiles, slowly pulling his fingers out of her, softly tasting the sweet juices she releases, holding her close. " Strong, isn't it? I sometimes think that we'd be a lot less destructive if we did this more often..." He smiles softly, nuzzling her neck ever so gently. She still shivers and shudders in his arms, every touch on her sensitive skin sending tingle back through her as she gasps for air.Estrelle nods her head weakly, her eyes wide with wonder, as she remembers the feel of him inside her...."And...that....is how humans........spawn?" " Not quite... That's just what we sometimes do for pleasure. 'fingering' a woman, it's called." He smiles, softly stroking her brother. " Feels good, huh?" He softly kisses her neck. She sighs contentedly, laying close in his arms."I have never .....felt that before.... such strange feelings...." " Poor girl, what you've been missing... Don't enjoy the spawning that much?" He smiles, kissing her neck softly, lovingly. She shivers and whimpers, his touch and kiss still sending little twitches through her, making her catch her breath again."It....is.......different ....pleasure... that what you are doing.......makes me.....squirmy....." " Heh... Well, let's let you come down a bit first." He smiles, stroking her sides as he kisses along her neck gently, adoring her body quietly. She continues to squirm quietly as he touches her, her face with a contented smile, her eyes filled with a look of wonder and adhoration as she looks at him, snuggling close to him, happily relaxing. " Heh... So, you mentioned before that you start spawning at 45, and that you've spawned before- How old are you?" She sighed happily in his arms, almost not hearing his question, then looked up at him, furrowing her brow, trying to work it out."Well......."She answered eventually after much thought."Around about.......80 to 85 years as the tides and earth turns, but in your human terms, about......22...24 years old?....." " So, your species lives roughly four times as long as humans." He whistles quietly. " Very interesting." He softly kisses along her neck, stroking her sides as he enjoys her warm body, gently massaging her muscles again, smiling softly. She nods, whimpering again at his stroking of her skin, it really was nice, but.....she could feel those strange feeling crawling around isnide her yet again.... " Hmmm... Would you like to see how we humans ' spawn?'" he asks, grinning. She moaned a little, snuggling into him, smiling."Is it as good as 'fingers'?" " Hopefully, better." He softly kisses her neck, removing his pants as he gently moves her to straddle him, gently rubbing his rod against her slit, slowly teasingly. She looks up from where she is laid, leaning on her elbows, her eyes yet again as round as saucers."You can't putTHATin there...whereTHATcome from?" " It's alright. Just relax, it should feel good quickly..." He smiles, softly spreading her legs as he gently slides into her, penetrating her softly, lovingly. " Just let yourself relax, so you're open..." Her eyes, if it could be at all possible, get wider as he gently parts her and pushes himself inside, as does the look of surprise on her face as she feels him spread her wider and fill her with himself.The initial apprehention and fright of imagining that enormous ......THING...... inside her, recedes and she begins to relax, another new sensation that doesn't feel too bad.Estrelle looks at him, jumping slightly as she feels him twitch inside."It's......it's like a hermit crab in it's shell.....it fits so perfectly." " One way to put it." He smiles, softly beginning to slide in and out of her, gently pushing in and out of her perfectly sweet body, smiling calmly. She murmered something in an unitelligable language, then wiggled down under him moaning quietly to herself a look of surprised pleasure on her face."Hmmmmmmmm......this is interesting.....I like it...." " Heh..." He smiles, appreciating her lovely face as she enjoys her soft skin, gently stroking her sides with one hand, feeling out the curves, as he supports himself with the other one, continuing to softly thrust in and out of her. She squirms with pleasure, then stretching her back, she realises that if she lifts her hips, the feeling is even better."Hmmmmmmmmm.....this is very nice indeed......." He carefully takes hold of her body, rolling them over so she sits atop him, supporting her nicely as he lifts her up and down, gently entering her again and again, smiling as his hands stroke up and down her soft skin, admiring her. " You're really, very beautiful my dear..." He smiles. She yelped in surpise as she was turned, finding herself laying on top of him, fighting with her hair to be able to see.Pushing it back over her shoulder she looked at him, wiggling down onto him, feeling him deep inside her, her eyes flashing with pleasure as she raised herself up on her elbows to look at him."Hmmmmmmmm.........this is...hmmmmmmm........."Closing here eyes, a look of great pleasure on her face, she continued to squirm, moving her hips in time with his. He grins as she moans like this, enjoying the erotic tones of her voice." Just wait, it'll get even better for you..." He lifts himself up for a moment to plant another kiss on her lips, lying back again to help lift her up and down atop him, continuing to enjoy the tight penetration of her sweet body." Tsk... Living for so long without ever trying anything like this as a human? A damn shame..." He strokes her thighs from beneath, staving off the orgasm by talking. Estrelle again looks surprised at what he is doing, but stops at his comment, a tinge of anger in her gaze.."Yes this is ....different, but don't assume that we do not get pleasure from our ways.....the arogance of humans never fails to astound me." " I never said you didn't, my dear. I was just curious that you didn't know it would feel this good as a human." He lifts his head, softly kissing her again, stroking her sides. She sits, pouting, looking down at him even after he kisses her."Don't want to do this now......" " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say something you would find insulting..." He softly pulls out of her, stroking her belly, gently pulling her close. " I just thought that you might have experimented with it at some time- But then, you should know that humans have a tendency to be overly curious about things." He softly strokes her from both sides, sighing. "You are the first that I have met"She sniffs, but still allows him to stroke her, she finds it ......soothing..... " Mermaids don't try to pleasure themselves, without a partner?" He softly strokes her sides. " Guess it might be a human thing..." He shrugs, gently continuing to stroke her sides. " I didn't mean to insult you, I promise." "Pleasure themselves?"She looks confused and stares at him."We spend all our time having pleasure."Estrelle's features soften a little at his last remark."I don't think you did....everything is just strange....even what you say is strange...." " Pleasuring yourself in a distinctly sexual way. Like what I did with my fingers, but without another person doing it for you... Try it now, perhaps." he asks, softly kissing her neck. "How many times to you think I have been on land in my life?"Even as she asked the question, her hand was drifting down between her legs. " I don't know. My species tends to have a love-hate relationship with the water at times, and we're not nearly as suited to it compared to you and land... Perhaps we're just over-curious." He smiles, softly stroking her back as she moves her hand to experiment. She blinks several times in surprise, as her fingers find a little lump, that when squeezed between her fingers, made tingles and strange feelings wander up through her body."Hmmmmm..that's interesting."She shook herself slightly, still playing with her clitoris and answers him."Well, apart from now...since I have had to chase you halfway across islands.....No more than two or three times." " Really? Well, suppose it varies for people..." He softly strokes her breasts, squeezing and rubbing the hard little nubs as he holds her. " Heh... So many differences between us, huh?" "No......I am one of the more.....adventurous of my kind, there is no need to come out of the water is there?"She shuddered at the combined touch of his hands on her breasts and her fingers working upon her clitoris."Hmmmmmmmm....unless you are counting........this......." " You enjoy it? That's good..." He smiles, continuing to molest her breasts softly, kissing her neck. " Our species often experiments... It's important, curiousity leads you to important things." He kisses up and down her neck lovingly. "Then that gives us something in common, it is why I spoke........Hmmmmmmmmmmm......oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh....to you.......Oh yes this is....Hmmmmmmmmm"She tilted her head back a little sighing softly."I think I .....need you in me again....." " Heh... Well, then I'll be happy to fufill your wish..." He smiles, softly spreading her legs and moving her to straddle him, entering her lovingly. She moaned as he pushed into her, feeling his warmth and hardness fill her, her eyes widening as she felt the difference to her manipulation, of that strange piece of skin she played with, as he opened her legs.She bit her lip, looking down at him, through shining eyes, her face slightly flushed."I feel strange again." " The little place you're rubbing is the clitoris... It's the most sensitive part. Here, let me rub it for you..." His rough fingers softly stroke the little nub as he penetrates her, slowly thrusting in and out. She leaned back a little, so he could reach, then a little more when she found the position pushed him harder and further inside of her, moaning even louder as she experimented with wiggling her hips and found it even better.Her long hair, trailed along the back of her legs, sending tiny little tingles through her, making her shiver and sigh as her eyes fluttered closed again. He thrusts in and out of her, going at a soft, sweet pace, grinding against her body, smiling as he appreciates her delightful body, rough fingers trailing across her body. She moaned with pleasure at every move, twisting herself at every touch he gave her, small twitches as muscles reacted to the strangeness of the things happening to her, feeling that little ball tightening in the pit of her stomach once more. He thrusts fast, in and out, working to make the little ball explode ever so nicely inside of her, thrusting his hardness in and out of her. Her moans grew louder as did those small keening noises that she had made before, Estrelle moved back a little the sensations crawling through her became too intense, she leant forward, they increased more, so much so that they made her muscles tense almost too much.Gasping for breath she felt that strange heat again, building up inside of her, pushing it's way out from her stomach threatening to engulf her once more, she groaned and moved again as he pushed harder and faster inside of her. He smiles, thrusting his hips against her quickly, admiring her as she enjoys the new sensations, stroking her sides as he pumps into her quickly, working in and out fast and hard, smiling as he works her over gently. Gasping for breath and groaning with pleasure she can stand it no more and she a shrill scream she begins to orgasm again, throwing her head back she grinds down upon him, as wave after wave flows through her, her muscles tightening around him squeezing him, holding her tight within her. He groans, holding her close, and tight, as he cums inside her, filling her clutching sweetness with his seed as he groans. This action, him holding her tightly in his strong arms, his warmth filling her, both excites more reaction and suprise from her.Whimpering with every move she makes and every throb of his erection inside of her, she groans and pants hard.Looking down at him again, her eyes wide with surprise tinged pleasure she speaks."You have spawned inside of me?" " Ah, yeah... It happens involuntarily, like what you just felt. You don't mind, do you?" he says, slightly worried as he strokes her sides, holding her close. She lay down on him, letting him hold her close, still inside her."No......It was just......strange.....you humans are strange....do you fertilise your eggs before they are expelled?" " Yes... Might seem efficient, but we're happy with it." He smiles, stroking her sides lovingly. She nods, snuggling into him."Like birds, you put them in a safe place and snuggle around them to keep them warm, I supose it is better for land walkers." He raises an eyebrow. " I think that's the first time you've ever said that... That's very kind of you to say that." He kisses her neck softly. " Well, it typically feels less pleasant for the woman when she gives birth... Hopefully you won't be pregnant after this." He grimaces slightly, stroking her back gently. "Give ...birth?....Is that the word for laying eggs?"She lifts her head up and rests her chin on her chest, so that she could look at him."What is ...pregnant....?" " Well, the eggs inside you are fertilized there, and stay inside you for about 9 months till the child is born. It's a somewhat inefficient method, because children have to be born before they're really ready- They SHOULD be born after about 12 months, but if they were, they wouldn't be able to leave the womb without probably killing the mother. It's a dangerous life..." He sighs, softly lying back, holding her close. He feels her tense, then shudder.She gulps before speeking, horror and disbelief clearly showing on her face." Inside?.....Nine months?.......kill the mother....." " Well, I'd find it extremely odd if we could even interbreed..." He softly strokes her belly, fingers running across her skin gently. " And yes, that seems to be a painfully regular answer." She sat up, folding her legs under her, a force of habit, just as she would have done with her tail."So.......you don't know then?"Looking at him she showed genuine concern."About land walkers and mere?" "... Most people who believe in merpeople are considered crazy or stupid, to be honest..." he says, softly stroking her thighs. "We were one once, we all climbed from the sea and came to the land, but some, were not happy walking the land, so, like the dolphins and the seals and others who breath air, turned back and took to the water again."She closed her eyes sighing."We are not different, we are the same." " To be fair, I think there's still probably enough genetic drift for it to be pretty odd if we could interbreed..." he says, softly stroking her cheek. " Though... God only knows what might really happen, I certainly never would have thought you could go into human shape before I saw it..." Her face crumpled."There are stories, stories of human mere spawn, I thought .....I thought ..didn't think they were.....inside!"She looked at him in panic, I have to go and see the old woman. " Ah, god, I am sorry, I didn't know this would bother you as much as it is... To be honest, humans have a lot of ways to stop the birth from happening, though they typically involve killing the child while it's still in the womb, through one method or another..." She looked at him even more horrified."I.....I.....I have to go...."Scrabbling to stand she finds that in her haste her legs will not work properly and can't quite manage to stand. He carefully lifts her, helping her into the water, worried. " I'm sorry, what have I done to you... God damn it..." He grits his teeth as he submerses her in the water carefully. She turned her head back towards him as the water lapped over her, the relief of her tail forming over her legs.Her deep blue eyes looked at him, a mix of shock and incredulity mixed within them."You......you don't eat them as well do you?" " No, we tend to look down on cannibalism of most kinds..." He holds her in the water. She looked at him long and hard, after all that had happened and the threat of what might have happened, she wasn't sure what to think any more.She let out a shuddering resigned sigh."I'll be back in the morning, go sleep.....or something."With a swish of her tail she had disapeared, but before he could turn away she was beside him again."And don't go away!" " I'm not going to. My parents always raised me to make sure if I got a girl in trouble, I should take care of her..." He quietly walks onto the beach after she leaves, lying on the beach quietly. A heavy thump heralded her return the next morning as a large sealed bag landed on the beach, above the tide line, containing every type of medicine she could find from the wreck of his ship.She sat on a rock, swishing her tail, her head back, catching the first warmth of the new days sun. " Morning... Bad news?" he asks, raising an eyebrow quietly. "I've brought you your medicine....well I've brought you all the medicines I could find, I couldn't remember what yours was called."She continued to sun herself, her eyes still closed, pointedly not answering his question."In that big bag there, it should all still be dry." He quietly looks towards her. " You know, there are also medicines to prevent pregnancy. Admittedly, the males of our species don't try to eat the children, but we have no problem with killing them when it would be dangerous." He shrugs, and looks through them, before finding that small bottle of blue pills- The so-called " Morning After" pill. "Don't need your medicines, we have our own."She turned her head and smiled."The Old Woman had to hunt around a lot to find the recipe, but find it she did. Apparently when your ships had ......sheets that caught the wind?..... there were many cases to deal with, but nowadays ....well I am the first in many years.......But any way, I have a potion to stop it happening, but she says if we do, can she come and watch?"Flipping back into the water, she gluided towards the shore."No you find your potion and make yourself well......she wants some of that to see if she can make something like it for you too....oh and a sample of your spawn." " Ah hah. This Old Woman," he says, doing his best to pronounce the capital letters," tell me, did she happen to have some similar experiences with humans in her life?" He quietly looks through the thing, then takes out the pills, kissing it happily, and taking a couple out, swallowing them dry, because he's just weird like that. Laying on her stomach, the waves happily swirling around her, as they gently made their way up the beach, she watched him and smiled, pleased she had been able to find some of what he needed."The Old Woman?....I think......she told me once about some Prince that got shipwrecked and she chucked him back onto a beach somewhere, aparently she had a bit of a fling with him, but he wasn't really very nice after all that and she left him...."Tilting her head she raised her eyebrows."Why do you ask?" " She seems to know a lot about humans, and share a certain... ah... interest in us." he says, smiling. " Well, here are a couple..." He takes one of the empty bottles and puts a few of the lithium pills into it, sealing the waterproof bottle tight. She took the offered container and threw it over her shoulder into the sea behind her."And your spawn? She especially asked me if you would give her that...." " Well, would you be willing to help me get it?" he asks, smiling politely, if a bit slyly. She looks at him a little confused."Why? Do I need to catch it in a net or something?"Thinking for a moment she added."If it ends up all over the place, I'm not running around after it...." " Well, you recall how I was able to arouse you using my fingers? If you stroke the gonads- I can show you how- it's a lot easier to get the 'spawn'." He explains. Estrelle shrugged, it seemed pretty easy enough for him to spawn last night."Alright, I will do it, but let me go and get a net first so it doesn't get away."She flipped herself round, preparing to dive back into the see."Back soon." " Ah, a net probably wouldn't be quite small enough- Our spawn is fairly liquid. Perhaps using one of the empty medecine bottles would work better?" he suggests, smiling. "No..........ours is fluid, so that it can float away and catch the eggs up, surely yours must be a lot bigger and heavier?"Scartching her head, she tutted as she found a tiny crab caught in her hair, which she set down and watched as it dug it's way into the wet sand."I could fetch a very very fine net......bring a selection maybe?" " Ours is almost certainly very similarly small, it simply catches the egg inside the woman." he explains, smiling a bit. Estrelle rolled her eyes."You humans really are very inefficient aren't you?"Turning back towards the beach, she pulls herself out of the water, lifting her tail so that it dries and becomes legs."What have I got to do then?" " Well, we haven't figured out the way to pick which way our evolution goes...Yet." He softly strokes her back, sitting next to her, opening his pants, letting his member fall out. " Simply stroke it- Like this." he demonstrates. She curls her nose up and looks at him then back at what he is doing."And if I do that....I will make your nads...go?"Blinking, she can see that, as he touches it himself, it is beginning to increase in size. " Essentially, yes." He gives her the bottle. " You can use this to catch it." He smiles. Shrugging, yet fascinated, she pressed her hand gently on his erection, then ran it up and down lightly.She could feal it twitch and throb gently at her touch."It's very soft isn't it?" " It gets harder..." He smiles, slowly becoming harder as she strokes, and larger, to boot. She chuckled watching it move and twitch."I meant that the skin was soft, not your......you know......" " Not as soft as yours..." He runs his fingers across her side, smiling. " Mmm... Lifetime of low gravity conditions, and plenty of cushioning supporting water does wonders to prevent any wrinkles..." He grins. "Does it?"She becomes bolder at touching him and carefully wraps her hand around his shaft, concentrating on the job literaly in hand."I'm going to have to make you swim more then." " Heh... Damage's been done to me, but I probably will be swimming more..." He smiles, appreciating her hand wrapped around his member, stroking his fingers through her hair as she rubs. She nuzzled into his hands feeling the pleasure of his touch and quite aroused at touching him in this way, experimenting at moving a little faster, holding a little tighter, chuckling quietly as she feels to odd twitch on throb in her hands."I will take you swimming, I will take you to places you have never dreamed of......this ..doing this makes me want to......spawn again...." " Yeah... Perhaps humans would be better off if we just mated more? It does tend to make people more peaceful..." He smiles as she strokes, breathing slowly as he gets closer to an orgasm slowly. She however, is becoming more lustful with every move as she remembers him hard inside her, remembers the feeling, feels the moistness between her legs, remembers how good it felt, her breathing becoming quicker as she strokes him with a firmer grip, her hand wrapped slightly firmer around him. " Ah... get the bottle ready... I'm going to climax soon..." I grin. Estrelle fumble with a container, taking the lid off it, trying to keep the rythm up with her other hand, not quite sure what she should be doing, or when she should do it, frowning in concentration. He groans, and cums, the semen mostly landing within the small container. Her eyes wide open, she watches, then seals the container as he ends.Looking into the contaier, then her hand , then back at the container once more she shrugs."Is that all?" " Yep, smaller area to find the egg in, so... Probably needs less sperm." He shrugs. Etsrelle shrugged curling her nose up as she sealed the container.She stood, walked to the shore line, drew her arm back as far as she could and threw it into the sea, bending over to wash her hands in the lapping waters."I suppose I may as well be get going then, unless you need anything else?" " Nope, I feel quite satisfied." He winks at her quietly, admiring her, and wonders if she'll ask about that particular human custom too. "Well I will call and see you soon."She flicks her hair back then dives into the water, resurfacing a short time later."And I think you should see if there is some eye medicine, there seems to be something wrong with yours." He smiles, sitting and relaxing on the sand quietly. Estrelle arrives back to the island several hours later, silently sliding up onto the beach, her tail in the water, chin on her arms, just watching him relaxing. " You know, I must admit, I never thought I'd meet somebody of another sentient species, capable of communicating with me. But then, I never thought I'd end up shipwrecked, either." He quietly stands, stretching. " So, you've never tried cooked food?" he asks, looking towards her, head cocked, curious. "Why would I want to eat my food burned and dead?"Using her fingernails, as if the demonstrated, she prised as mussel off the rock nearbye and popped it into her mouth crunching the shell."It's got to be disgusting and is certainly very unnatural. " I suppose it's simply different tastes." He shrugs. " I certainly enjoy my food cooked. Might just be because we have more immediate access to fire..." He smiles. " Well, here's to different preferences in food." She rested her cheek on her arm, the waves gently lapping over her as she sighed."Is this what you humans do all day? Just sit and do nothing?" " I'm appreciating the environment. Went for a walk earlier, scouting out the whole place, very beautiful." He smiles, stretching out on the sand. "Oh"Sighing Estrelle idly slaps the width of her tail on the top of the water, sending splashes and foam flipping and cascading into the air, over and over again, possibly the mermaids equivalent of drumming her fingers or twiddling her thumbs, because this action is accompanied by an almost tuneless sighing hum. He stretches out a bit, and then with a little roll backward, springs to his feet. " Hmmmm, is there something you'd wish to do?" He quietly begins walking along the beach, whistling an unfamiliar tune, stretching from side to side. She doesn't answer him, just sighs and continues smacking at the water, a rythmic beat to her tuneless tune. He quietly walks inland, into the small forest of coconut trees, quietly disappearing from sight as he wanders through the forest. Estrelle shrugs, what was the point of her coming to see him, as he had begged her to do if he was just going walk off like that?She rolled onto her back and flipped herself back into the water, intent on finding a killer white to torment for a while. He quietly collects driftwood and fallen limbs, collecting them together carefully in a logpile in a good shaded place where they will be kept dry, and carries a small armful to the beach, setting up a small pit to make a fire in, thanking god for good amounts of flint deposits. Meanwhile Estrelle is enjoying herself elsewhere, she and a pod of dolphins had succeeded in driving away three great white sharks.It was breeding season for most of the creatures in the surrounding seas and the smell of new life had brought death to the oceons.In celebration, they went in search of a large shole of herring, to herd up and eat. He quietly starts the kindling, the small fire slowly blooming, and he takes two long, slow-burning sticks, quietly dancing in the night, tracing the sky with the embers as he moves gracefully around the fire, losing himself in the moment. She lays in the shallows just out of reach of the fire's light watching him, shaking her head,these humans really are very strange indeed. He suddenly stops, turning towards the darkness, and waves one of the embers towards her, smiling as he shakes the sticks through the air, painting the red-orange in the sky. She watches as an arc of sparks cascade from the burning wood, hissing into the water around her."Hey!......You trying to cook me as well?" " Just look at the fire. Doesn't it evoke anything in you? It's what we humans have always aspired to be..." He softly spins the sticks, swirling them through the air, before stabbing them into the ground, embers burning quietly, the unlit sides shoved into the sand. "Well you have managed quite well, there is no other race like yours that destroys all in front of it, leaving death and waste behind."She flips over onto her back, slapping the water idly with her tail as she stares out into the darkness. " Indeed." He smiles. " Sad how some things work out? Is it possible to get to the level we have reached without the waste? I don't know." He swings the stick upwards, towards the stars, adding a few to their ranks for a moment. " We reach for the starts, to leave this world, to not have all our eggs in one basket, so to speak." He shrugs. " We could do a better job, certainly. Everyone regrets what they do." He softly points the burning stick towards Elvi. " If you could control what we did, how would you change it?" "All other creatures haved managed to live in harmony, place themselves in the natural order of things, do it without waste, why couldn't humans not do the same?"Ellestre shook her head sadly."You do not go beyond this world because you want to, but because you need to, because your kind know that you are going to lay this one to waste and it will not support your kind any longer." " No other creatures we know of learned to use technology. We learned to, in a way, direct our evolution, and in a single generation. We did what living things do, we expanded us much as possible." He quietly sits. " I think it would be very odd if other creatures, given technology, would do different."He quietly looks up. " And the world will not support us forever regardless. There are numerous natural events poised to wipe life off the face of the earth- An ice-age has been overdue, comets are overdue... We've been tremendously lucky to get this far. Perhaps, living in the water, you'll survive more effectively, the sea makes an effective protection. But we won't. Humans will die out, and all we worked for will be for naught." He smiles quietly. " We're willing to do some terrible things, I suppose, to keep ourselves going." She shrugs again."Natural disasters are natures way of restoring balance.Humans survived the last ice age, they will survive the next and will start again, humans, like the rest of us have to accept that these things happen and making them come quicker won't help anyone." " But technology won't survive the ice-age. It'll send us crashing back to square one. And we don't have forever. We've just been trying to make sure we exist for as long as possible- You may say that everything must die, but that goes against everything life struggles for. We're just trying to survive." He sighs softly. " Well, enough of the depressing philosophical talk. Tell me, what sort of arts do your people enjoy?" "Arts?"Estrelle thought for a moment."Oh do you mean what we like to do that is creative?"She flipped back around and onto her stomach once more, resting on her elbows."We sing, we have always liked to sing, but have had to stop doing that around humans, it makes them sink their floating things. We love to build and write and make images of things and make.....music, and explore.....and many other things I cannot think of at the moment." " Mmmmm, lovely... May I hear you sing? Hopefully, in the shallows, I won't try to drown myself trying to be near you." He smiles, quietly sitting up, watching her admiringly. Ellestre looks at him, raising her eyebrows, then shaking her head."Ooooooo...I'm not sure, we have been told not to, it makes an awful mess." " Really? How curious..." He cocks his head. " Hmmm..." "well yes......"She looked at him again, as though he should really know these things."The odd wooden ship was alright, it just left a load of drift wood and shark food around, but you get oil spills and chemicals and allsorts of horrible destructive things now, a terrible terrible mess." " Well, I'm not a ship, so I'm unlikely to crash and spill oil across the sea." "well true...though it is the people who do the crashing not the ships and other floaty things, theu just go where they are told to."Shaking her head again, she still looks uncertain."No I'm still not sure." " Well, there are no ships anyway near here, I have nothing that could do damage to the sea in more than the most utterly minor ways." He smiles invitingly, sitting so the fire is behind him, making him just a silhouette. She sighed and shook her head again, then sighed and sat up, curling her tail under her."Very well, but don't say I didn't warn you."She took two breaths then, closing her eyes, began her song.It wasn't a song as he would recognise it, no words that he could understand, just strange echoing sounds. Sounds remanicent of the waves lapping on a sandy beach, the gulls flying over head, the haunting cries of the humpbacked whale, the splash of a dolphin, the wind through the rocks.At times, her song was slow and sad, almost invoking tears, then suddenly it was lithe and gay, dancing around him like sparks from his fire, but all the time, there was a small voice inside of him, stirring him, moving him, drawing him close to her, needing to be with her, hold her, carress her, be with her. He slowly stands, entranced by the sweet, warm song, slowly walking into the water, wading towards her, entranced, wanting nothing more than to be close to her, warm with her. She continues her song, opening her eyes as she hears him enter the water, watching him aproach her, making sure he is safe and there is nothing he can trip or fall upon. She had never sung her song near humans so this too was a new experience and she looked at him with interest, watching every move he made. He embraces her, kissing her neck hungrily as he holds her, sitting in the water with her, cradling her in his arms as he runs his tongue up and down from her collar bone to her ear, licking lovingly, still above water, thankfully. Raising her eyebrows she continues to sing, surprised by his reaction and quite liking the effect infact. He gently sucks on her neck, tongue running up and down, arms wrapped around her, worshipping her body with every movement, rubbing and stroking softly as he admires her sweet, soft body. Her song comes to an end, trailing away softly and quietly, like the whisper of a dieing breeze, she still looks at him in interest wondering if he would carry on, or would he wake as if from a dream. His eyes seem to gain focus as he hugs her close, stroking her sweet sides, rubbing her up happily as he kisses her neck, clearly gaining his senses again, but not stopping his love and kisses. "Hmmmmm....interesting....."She pulled his face up to hers so she could look into his eyes, inspecting them carefully."So, did you like my song?" He smiles. " Quite a lot. There's an old seafaring legend that the song of a mermaid could make a man desire her so, he'd steer his ship into the rocks trying to reach her. Been around for thousands of years- Clearly, there was truth to that." He softly kisses her, smiling as he strokes her sides. She raised her eyebrows."Of course it was true, well we didn't do it intentionly....for the most part anyway...but it did happen."Estrelle looked at him, still interested in the effects of her song."Would you have sailed your ship onto the rocks?" " In a second... The song... It made me feel wanted, like I needed to be with you. I'd have done anything to be with you." He softly strokes her belly, fingers rubbing slowly, sweetly, along her. "Would you follow me out to sea if I sang to you?"He could see that she was greatly intrigued by this and was trying to understand why, a simple song like hers could have such an effect."If I swam, while I sang, would you just.......follow.....even though you would drown?" " I probably would. It's the way I'd want to die, if I had to- Following what I love." He shrugs. " Perhaps it's just that we wish we could have the harmony that you have, perhaps something in our minds just happens to be influenced by the kind of song you can make." She frowns, confused again."But you've only heard my song once how could you love it and what kind of love?" " I'm certain it's manic love. It just makes everything seem unimportant, except you. It makes you, essentially, all that matters in my world. No wonder men would drive their ships onto the rocks." "Well........"Estrelle looked around uncertainly, as though checking if anyone was there or had caught her doing something she shouldn't.".....I'd better not do that again then had I?" " Well, not in deep water." He smiles jokingly, taking the ease with which she could make him commit suicide with surprisingly good humour. She shook her head, her eyes still as round as saucers."No.....no.....They are right, it's a dangerous weapon, not to be used, we could wipe the whole lot of you out...."She looked at him again."Would it work on human females as well do you think? " I'm not sure."He sighs softly. " Just as a warning, it would be an unwise assumption to believe that you could wipe all of us out. There would be devestation, you could certainly cause some serious damage, but humans have a habit of reacting very violently and with surprising efficiency when we feel threatened- It's better used as a gift of art than a weapon of war, anyway, I think." He shrugs. " Or who knows? Perhaps you'd kill us all. Might even be for the best." He shrugs. " But then, I have little say in it, so I think I'll just busy myself trying to stay on your good side." He smiles, gently stroking your cheek, kissing her neck lovingly. She pushed him away."Why should we want to kill you all? We are not the destructive ones, why do you not think we sing? We learned long ago that it should not be sung around humans and I was referring to what the old ones have said, in their writings, that it should not be sung, as it was a powerful weapon."Estrelle glared at him."If we had wanted to kill all of you, we could have done it centuries ago."With a flip of her tail she dissapeared into the waves, leaving him stood there, up past his waiste in the sea. " Then why don't you do anything..." He sighs, slowly moving back inland. Something brushes past his leg and she pops up in front of him."What do you mean why Don't I do something?" " You're angry about humans destroying the environment. I wouldn't be surprised if this is a standard in your society. Why don't you do something, then? You say you had the power to destroy human society hundreds of years ago, why didn't you try at least talking with humans? It goes against life- When something threatens your life, you stop it. This is true for all life- To do otherwise is suicidal. Why did you never try to do anything about humans- Nonviolent or not?" She looked at him shaking her head sadly."We did, we tried, we were captured and kept in tanks and looked at by humans, we were killed because of superstitions, we were hunted so that we could be experimented upon. The more who went, the less came back."She sighed and shrugged."So in the end we gave up and looked to the creatures we could help and save and protect." " Why didn't you kill us, then? Why did you let it get to this point?" He sighs, walking onto shore. " Jeez, of all the things I expected to encounter on a stay in a desert island in the pacific, it was NOT a mermaid who would make me wonder about my species' entire modus operandi." "Because we don't believe in the eradication of a whole species, unlike you humans!"Etsrelle pushed up her powerful tail trhough the water, causing a wave to surge towards him, powerful enough to knock him off his feet. He quietly stands again. " Then I'm sure that keeps the blood of those we've killed off your hands." He quietly walks back onto shore, sighing. It's almost three whole days before she reappears again and he comes across her completely by accident.Sitting on the grassy bank, by the water fall, she seems intent on inspecting every inch of the water as it pours itself down into a rock worn bowl, deep enough and wide enough to swim in. He quietly walks to sit by her, legs crossed. " I'm sorry. We seem to get into fights sometimes, huh...? I apologize, it's my fault. Guess I can't help my nature sometimes." He sighs, looking over the waterfall quietly. She shrugged."I didn't not come because of that..I just had some ...things to do."She dipped her hands into the water and then licked her fingers."Isn't it strange how water is just water, but the sea and the land water is so different....They don't mix well either, the sea water pushes the land water away and it takes a long time for them to get mixed." " That's because one is salinated, and as such, denser, and practically a different substance, but I get the idea that you meant that more as a philosophical question. And yes... They're two different worlds." He quietly watches the water shimmer. " And I know you didn't come because of that- I'm glad you're here, though." He sighs, softly drawing a finger through the water. " In the end, though, the two can mix, with time. They're different, but not irreconciably." "The problem is that one can go on for almost forver and the other"She shrugs."Gets used up really quickly."Looking down into the pool of water see looks back at his reflection."I missed you." " I missed you. And I'm sorry I was so callous. My whole life has been one long, continuous fight, against people, against the government, against societies, against cultures, against the world..." He sighs, softly lowering his head. " That's no excuse, though. Please forgive me?" "There is nothing to excuse, you plainly stated your opinion and I stated mine."She shrugged again."So there is nothing to forgive you or yourself for." " I'm just a remorseful person, maybe." He gently strokes her back. " Aaaah... What can you do..." She turns her head to look back at him, the usual confused look upon her face."What can I do? I can do a lot of things.....what do you want me to do about what, tell me and if I can do it I will, if not I won't able to, then I won't." " Mers don't seem to suffer from existential angst much, do you?" he asks, smiling slightly. " Lucky. The reason I said that was, basically... I wish that I knew the answer. And nothing in human history thus far has produced such an answer." She looked at him and blinked, if she knew whatexistential angst actually meant she may have been able to answer.Staring at him for a moment longer she worked through what he had said and made an educated guess."So you don't want me to do something for you then?"Estrelle sighed and looked back to his reflection in the clear water of the small pool."The trouble with you humans is that you dwell on the wrong things all the time. You ask yourselves why you are here, what is your purpose. Why ask such things? We are here because we are, our purpose is to be and to live and then to die and return ourselves to the food chain, so that others can be after us." " It's one of our problems." He softly kisses her neck, moving closer to her, stroking her sides gently. She shivers as he touches her neck, tilting her head slightly away from him."But you are here, you don't need to now...." " Don't need to what?" His hands squeeze along her body, stroking her lovingly as he nuzzles her neck. " It's just something I can't help. My mind gets bored on mundane problems, so it tries to see some meaning in my existence." "There aren't any mundane problems"She shivers again almost giggling."You have everything you need here and if you need anything from your other world then I can go and get it for you." " Hmmm, that's very kind of you. But at the moment... all I'd like is you." He softly pushes her down, kissing hungrily along her belly as he strokes her thighs, tender and happy, clearly enjoying her soft flesh. Ellestre, wiggles under him chuckling as she kisses her."That tickles like swimming through undercurrents..."She giggles, squirming as he touches her thighs."Ooooooo...nooooooo.......it's like swimming through a shoal of sprats......" " Heh... I love your metaphors... Very exotic to me..." He smiles, softly kissing her neck as his fingers trail across the sweet body, licking her neck hungrily. She groaned quietly as she felt his breath on her neck, then his tongue trailing along her skin, making her shiver and squirm."Hmmmmmm.......humans like spawning often don't they?....."She looked at him, her eyes inspecting every part of him that she could see as she ran her fingers through his hair. " We live such short lives, i suppose we're impatient..." He softly smiles, kissing along her neck, fingers stroking her body and seeking out places that get soft shivers out of her, enjoying her fingers moving through his growing red hair. "Patience is a virtue"She moaned softly, as the tingling in her body increased as he increased his teasing touches."Is that not one of the things that you humans say?" " Humans say a lot of thing, you'll notice." He smiles. " We also say that it's good to protect the environment, and look how poorly we've done at that..." He softly continues his strokes, nuzzling her neck softly, smiling as he holds her close, licking ever so softly along her neck as he admires her.

Wait, Mary Ann Doesn't Have Fins!

Kingmaker (HPV) IC

It's a calm and peaceful day as the five of you make your way westward. Clouds are few in the sky, a light breeze blows from the north, and the sun has just started it's afternoon decent. It is approximately 2:00 PM.The five of you have come from various backgrounds, but you have all come together for one reason. The Swordlords of Restov, the leaders of the capital of Southern Brevoy, put out a call for travelers who were experienced in their craft. Some of you volunteered, some of you were approached by the agents of the Swordlords. During the meeting they told you that there was a dual purpose for the call. The Stolen Lands, a large tract of land to the south of Brevoy, has remained empty of civilization for years. Bandits have come to call the area home and banditry was becoming a serious problem for some of the southern settlements of Brevoy. The Swordlords asked you all to explore and map a particular section of the Stolen Lands, a tract of land 36 miles to the East and West, and 60 miles to the south of Olegs Trading post in Southwest Brevoy. The charter also gave permission to deal with any bandits as the law of Brevoy requires, death.Spoiler Hide (The exacts words of the charter is as follows: Be it so known that the bearer of this charter has been charged by the Sworldlords of Restov, acting upon the greater good and authority vested within them by the office of the Reagent of the Dragonscale Throne, has granted the right of exploration and travel within the wilderness region known as the Greenbelt. Exploration should be limited to an area no further than thirty-six miles east and west and sixty miles south of Oleg's Trading Post. The carrier of this charter should also strive against banditry and otehr unlawful behavior to be encountered. The punishment for unrepentant banditry remains, as always, execution by sword or rope. So witnessed on this 24th day of Talistril, under watchful eye of the Lordship of Restov and authority granted by Lord Aoleski Surtova, current Regent of the Dragonscale Throne. Ahead of you, stationed on a small souther curve of the road, is Oleg's Trading Post, a small way station for travellers of all sorts. Despite its name, not much trading really gets done there. It is small enclosed area; one wall measures about 140 ft. The main gate stands open, facing south toward the land you have been tasked with exploring. As you near the trading post you can hear the sound of metal striking wood, as if someone were hammering away at something.Spoiler Hide And so it begins. What you do from here is completely up to you. That sandbox element will always be present and I will do little to railroad you in one direction or another. Now the question is, "What do you do?" Ri'Anthal, a taller than average Elf with Silver hair and Green eyes, wearing brown traveling clothes and a backpack, stands on the road looking towards the trading outpost. His left hand rests on the pommel of the dagger at his belt. His right hand holds his shortbow down by his waist.Here we are. Does anyone require supplies?Ri'Anthal will wait for responses before continuing.So where does consensus lead us? My Personal preferance would be to head directly south, it keeps us on a set trajectory that will be easy to map and explore in pieces. As the group stands on the road, Donat considers the elf's question. Idly, he pulls off his hat, scratching at an itch beneath."Sure'n,there'ssomething to be said for heading south to start.We should be stopping at Oleg's first though.We'll be heading back here often enough for supplies,we should at least say hello first.More than that,they might have some information for us that could get us started.They're a lot closer than Restov;they'll likely have a better idea of what's going on round here.Might even have a suggestion about where to start exploring." The elf Aubrey considered his companions for a few moments before speaking. "I agree we should stop for the night. I am not in favor of going south however. The area specified in the charter is such that going directly south will leave us with two long treks through unexplored wilderness before being able to return here. I suggest east or west, that way our total round trip will only be about seventy miles instead of one hundred and twenty. That is, if we intend to use this trading post as our base of operations." Ri turns to Donat,That is why I asked if people need supplies. Surely you didn't think I was planning on bypassing potentially our last stop at civilization.Turning his attention to Aubrey,Should we complete the charter and explore the entire region, the total treck is going to take the same amount of time as long as we minimize backtracking. I like moving south because it easily slices the region into more managable components to map. Moving East and West accomplishes the same goal in the end, but it's more likely to result in fewer initial returns until we move further south anyways. That being said, I wouldn't argue a consensus view to move east or west. "I was more of the opinion that we have to carry several weeks of food with us and that if we find anything that will add yet more weight. We are limited to the strength of our backs and we don't seem particularly suited for portage of freight. Logically then we would want to think in terms of reducing the hundreds of pounds we are going to be carrying as much as possible. In theory we could explore in expanding half circles which would maximize how close we were to the trading post." With charter in hand and a a land to explore Alice was one step closer to this new land, a land she could claim for her and her dark goddess. As she walked closer to the small trading post she came upon a group of squabbling "adventurers;" she knew she had found her "team." She could make out their conversation as she drew nearer, a debate about which way to go. She sighed as she came upon her "teammates" and began to speak"What's all this squabbling about? You can't figure out what you want to do? I think the best course of action would be to explore the area around the trading post and then rest there for the night. If we do what the mage said and explore in circles around the trading post we can get a general idea of what we will be getting ourselves into while staying close enough to a safe place so we can rest for the night. Also, lets be honest, none of us are fit for the front lines. By doing this we can hopefully kill something that I can animate so we have something to put between us and the enemies when we start seriously exploring. Squabbling? Perhaps he's never heard a group having a discussion before? . Ri'Anthal will turn as the newcomer speaks, not liking the tone or word choice. After a few words Ri turns his back, ignoring the newcomer, while he finishes his condescending rant.I think it is safe to assume that the immediate area surrounding the outpost is fairly well documented and explored already. The charter calls for more in depth exploration. Also, a mule is a small price, I would happily contribute a couple gold to a party beast of burden if people are concerned about carrying capacities.Spoiler Hide A donkey/mule is 8 gold for those interested in contributing. "Is the terrain suitable for that? The beasts cannot traverse certain inclines and uneven footing safely I am given to understand. I am not however in favor of the necromancer's suggestion. That art is replete with more then enough magics of degradation that we need not add murder for the sake of improving our ability to do murder to the list of uses we have put it to." Unless you intend on climbing sheer cliff faces, a donkey or mule will be able to traverse the terrain just fine. Since we have some kind of dead magic user amongst us perhaps he also posses the magic to deal with issues of carry capacity or overcoming terrain not suited to travel by a beast of burden.. Ri says the first part matter of factly, just answering the question. The second half he says with condescending amusement, clearly not crazy about the latest addition to the group.On the topic of corpses shuffling around in front of us for battle fodder, I'm of like mind, I don't think it conveys the appropriate message I am here to send.Ri will look up and motion into the air. Iago, his parrot companion wheels around in midair and lands on his shoulder. Ri digs in his pocket for a treat and places it in the parrots beak. Kyra sneaks up behind the group,Oh great, more wizards... hope none of them ask to many questions. She walks up and waves. "So, more poor saps who got conned into trekking miles of swampland? Howdy, the names Kyra. Just Kyra. Don't ask why, its a long story, would bore you. Kinda like the trip here. Also I overheard something about killing something to kill more things? Sounds fun. But I think first things first..." She grins as her little energetic introduction stops and walks past the group to oleg's little trade fort, "FOOD! And a bath... mostly the food though!" She muses to herself. For the most part she seems to ignore the conversation about where to go first or at least no interest in joining it until she gets the finer things in life handled. ... Great, another psychopath. Maybe that star wasn't pointing here. Or perhaps I should wait fifty years or so."If we do decide to seek out a beast, where to we presume to purchase it? This trading post doesn't seem the sort to keep that kind of expensive to maintain stock." Heh. Your an interesting one, Kyra. I think I will enjoy seeing you in action."Alice said yo Kyra after her remarks."As for you two, your no fun. Whats wrong with having a skeleton or zombie around? It's not like I was going to bring it into the trading post. I'm not an idiot, you know. I know what most people think about Necromancy. I thought you where all more pragmatic then that, most wizards I've dealt with are. Undead to me are no more evil then a warrior's sword or thief's dagger. Both are tools that can be used for good and for evil. However, if your going to all be spoil sports and ruin my fun then I won't animate anything for now. Our strength as a team is more important then personal entertainment and as a result I want to avoid anything that would cause too much infighting and possibly destroy our little group before we even start our journey.She said to the two wizards who where against her use of undead minions. Why am I getting a bad feeling about this? So he's not an idiot, and knows that people don't like seeing undead walking around, yet thats the first thing he introduces about himself in a new group of companions? Yeah... he's NOT an idiot...Ri'Anthal has little reaction to the latest addition, instead he responds to Aubrey,They are the cheapest of the pack and riding animals, they can be found in even the smallest and poorest of villages, I would imagine that they could be found here, but honestly...Ri'Anthal sweeps his gaze around the assembled party before settling back on Aubrey,I think it might be too much responsibility right now.He makes the statement very blankly, but his skeptism about the assembled group is painfully clear. Kyra turns around on her heel and tilts her head. "Hm, sorry to butt in, but... wouldn't keeping a goat or pony or beast of burden or whatever be a problem when traveling threw a swamp filled with all kinds of flesh eating animals and monsters and the like? If anything, I say we let a skeleton or something carry our luggage, necromancy will at least scare off any natural predators, plus it has no meat to attract them! Or at least, it can be told to protect our stuff and can fight back... Plus, your all capable... "wizards"..." She sighs. "Or the like. Meh, whatever, just seems kinda hypocritical that you would let an animal be our slave and bring it out into the dangerous wilds when a corpse is already dead and can't suffer pain, feel fear, or exhaustion. What kinda morals is that? A undead is just like an animated table, it has no soul, the owner is already in the afterlife burning or sipping tea, so picture it more like an automated wagon if you have to." Her ranting moment over, she crosses her arms with a huff. You get the odd sensation shes a talker and indulging her would leave you here for hours discussing nonsense. Ri'Anthal closes his eyes during the rant,Is she a child?When it ends, he sighs, shakes his head, and starts walking towards the outpost.If anyone needs me, I will be in there.He will point towards the outpost.There is no way I am missing out on my last chance to be around people other this this group...Ri'Anthal walks, not looking to see if anyone is following him. Wisely, Donat decided to avoid any of the arguments before him until they become pertinent. Instead, he watched the people around him with a sort of benign confusion. Truly, people everywhere were good, but these ones were a little odder than the peasants he was normally around. If the fast-talking lass had it right, they were all wizards too... That would make this interesting.Shrugging, he steps slightly to the side, out of everyone's way, motioning after the silver-haired elf. "My friends and comrades,Ri seems to have the right idea.We can discuss the basics of a plan much better over a cup of wine than standing about in the road.After you,please."OOCSpoiler Hide I'm using the assumption that Ri, Aubrey, and myself were at least introduced to each other, and had traveled for a time in company, while Alice and Kyra joined us when we stopped (maybe we walked too fast for them) Spoiler Hide I am going to assume that you are all following, if not immediately behind then at least a short distance behind those that have already wanderd off towards the trading post. As you grow the closer to the Trading Post, the sound of hammer falls grows louder. Upon entering the post, you can see that the noise is comming from a man stationed on roof of a building off to your right. He appears to be working on fixing the roof.Layout of the Trading post:Spoiler Hide I will provide a detailed map if it becomes necessary. To the right of the entrance is a building about 15 by 35 feet, this is the building that the amn is working on, there is a ladder leading up to the roof propped against the wall closest to you. A large, open structure to your right appears to be stables, but there are currently no animals staying there. Parked in front of the stables is a large cart designed to be drawn by a horse. A third building, far smaller than the others, is placed almost agaisnt the back wall. And a fourth building, the largest, is in the back right hand corner. It has a couple of large tables and benches laid out in front of it As you enter, the man on the roof, glances upward and notices you. Looking over his shoulder he calls towards the largest building,"Svetlana! They're here."He then crawls over to the laddder and lowers himself down, moving to a position a few feet away from you. As he does this, a woman comes out from the largest building and makes her way towards you, she is wearing a smile.The man looks to be in about his forties. He's about 5'11" and little wide for his height. He has a full head of shaggy brown hair and an equally shaggy beard. The woman, Svetlana you presume, also in her forties, stands at about 5'6" and has blonde hair that reaches just past her shoulders. She has a small smile on her face and a look of relief in her eyes."Welcome to Oleg's trading Post, thank you so much for coming. I've prepared a hearty stew and fresh bread for you all. I've even popped open a bottle of wine as thanks. You have no idea how relieved we are that you are here. Thank you so much for coming."Svetlana speaks with a slight shake in her voice and you can tell that she is incredibly relieved, as if a great burden has just been lifted from her shoulders. Ri will wave at the man as he is noticed. After he comes down and the woman comes out he will approach them and shake both their hands.Thank You for the hospitality, I hope it wasn't too much trouble, I would hate to pull you away from your work. You look relieved to see us, are we later than expected? "It is not the proper necessity to earn compassion with sacrifice: The purpose of sacrifice is to recompense the expense of the gods for service."Having so quoted he continued, "What troubles you woman, and how might we go about relieving your concerns? For I seek to affirm that it is good that one should render assistance to another." Kyra pipes in. "Yeah, you look a bit worried for ware, did something happen while we were on the road here?" She curiously looks around the trading post to see if there was maybe an attack. "They don't know..."Turning around and throwing his hands up in the air,"OF COURSE they don't know! Shouldn't have expected anything less from those damn aristocrats."The man begins marching off towards the large building where he props himself up against the wall, crosses his arms, and glares at the ground, muttering something under his breath."I'm sorry, please forgive my husband. He's been under some stress recently. You see, we were under the impression that you were aware of what was happening. Well, we've had a bit of a bandit proble, for the last several months. We sent word to Restov asking for help, but when we recieved word back a few days ago, we were told that the garrison that they were sending were not going to arrive for several more days. They did mention though that there was a group of people on their way with charters to explore the Stolen Lands that would be more than willing to help. You are those people correct? If so, we are deeply in need of your assistance as the bandits are scheduled to return tomorrow to pick up our stock again. We can provide free room and board for the night if you could just stay here and help us tomorrow when they arrive.Svetlana sounds somewhat dissapointed while talking but there is still an edge of hope in her voice. As part of our charter, removal of bandit threads is included. While we may not have been informed ahead of time, this falls squarely within the guidelines of why we where sent here. I fully offer my bow in assistance. Can you tell use how many typically come, who leads them, and anything else that you think is pertinent. "More particularly, would you mind telling us how attached you are to your stock? A solution to this problem occurs to me and I would like to know all the facts before I suggest it." Kyra thinks for a moment. "Well, like he said officially we were also sent to wipe out any bandits we encounter while mapping the area, if they come to us, all the better! The name's Kyra, servant of House Medvyed, and I dunno about these guys but I am itching to get started!" To show off for emphasis she uses prestidigitation to light blue flames in her hands and snuffs them out. "Heh, I don't see why we should wait though, you could just point us the right way and we can put these bandits out of there misery, I could use the warm up after that boring trip. They wouldn't be expecting trouble to land on there doorstep, and the irony would be delicious." "Kyra is it? Well Kyra I for one have this rather unusual attachment to being alive. Odd I know, but we all have our own hangups. In actual, real, combat people die. In any real combat that I am in there is a significant chance I will be one of the people dying. All this being the case, I like to stack the odds heavily in my favor first. Part of that includes not charging after armed men used to violence, in terrain they are more familiar with, with no knowledge of their numbers or ability. Is all this making sense, or should I try again more slowly and with fewer and smaller words?" Svetlana invites you all to sit at one of the long tables and takes a seat herself."It all started 3 months ago. Twelve of them showed up, ten appeared to be low ranking thugs, they were led by a cloaked man with a bow and woman with two hatchets in her belt. They threatened to burn down the trading and..."She hesitates, seemingly afraid of continuing, but the man continues, still standing by the wall.And they threatend to take Svetlana and do with her as they pleased if we didn't turn over that months stock. We turned it over and they left, but not before the woman nearly took one of my hands off while mocking me. After that she took Svetlana's wedding ring as 'Payment' for not 'shortening my reach'." Since then they've been here twice. They always come on the first day of the month within an hour after sunrise. They keep sending fewer and fewer people, last time there were only five of them, with any luck there will be even fewer tomorrow. As for our stock, we've lost the last several months worth and we've suffered because it. I'd prefer it if we didn't lose another one. And Kyra, I can't point you at the bandits because we don't know where their base is. they're somewhere down south, but we don't know where exactly." Ri'Anthal smirks at the mention of the bandits being south,Score one for Elven intuition.Well, for starters we need at least one alive for questioning and to lead us to the others. Beyond that I think it makes sense to let them come to us and to to decide on a strategic battle strategy. I prefer to fire my bow from above, perhaps taking a vantage from one of the roof tops. We should have someone route behind them and cut off their retreat. "Easily remedied. We ambush them here and leave one alive to tell us how to get there. Maybe you threaten to "shorten there reach" if they don't give us what we want? Poetic justice at its finest." She smirks as she finish's, looking around the room as she talks."Though, i don't fancy the idea of you and your wife being around when the fun starts, bringing people into the crossfire is too messy, so you got anywhere to hide if they arrive while were staying here?" She muses and looks back to oleg as she leans back in the chair a bit, her arms crossed in front of her as she relaxes. "Here I was thinking about finding some poisonous mushrooms like the amanita and poisoning them all. It takes several hours for the onset of symptoms meaning if done right they will all be dead or so sick as to be easily dispatched before we even arrive. There is also the fact, that if we follow them we can be sure we know where their camp is as opposed to persuasion which is notoriously unreliable. Especially since we would have to kill several of our captives friends right in front of them meaning even magic might nowbe sufficient." while I consider it a valid idea, do you believe you can locate enough poisonous materials? Also, it means poisoning the entire food supply, which is another months loss for these two. We don't know what we will find when we reach the bandit camp and can't be reliably sure that the distribution of food will make its way through the camp at any point in the near future. The other major concern I have is that one of us needs to follow them and lead the rest of us. This leaves discovery of being pursued, and lead into a trap a valid concern. "If it comes to it, we can hide in one of the buildings, yeah. Mind you, I can take care of myself in a fight if I have to. I'll gladly lend a hand when the time comes. As far as an ambush is concerned, I like your idea of sticking to one of the roofs. You can get up onto the Guest Quarters and should have a decent position from there. On or two of us can hide behind the stab;es and wait until they're inside then we can block off their escape."Yaking a quick look at Aubrey, he also adds in,"Not that I can't see the merits of such a plan, I'm just not sure it's such a good one right now. The bandits always come in with horses. If we try to follow them back chances are they'll be moving too fast to keep pace and tracking them would be difficult. I'm not capable of it and I don't know about any of you, but I'd rather not risk it. Interogation can work just fine, so long as we leave him a light at the end of the tunnel." Ri'Anthal turns to the necromancer,You've mentioned your abilities with death, do they extend to life as well? We need someone capable of keeping at least one alive in case things get out of hand. If you're capable, then I suggest you being on the ground close enough to reach one if necessary. Kyra plays with her chair a bit more and rocks in as she leans back. "I dislike the poison idea, mainly because we can't grantee they do not have a healer or medicine men of some sort, and, as stated, it would cost oleg food that they might not all eat at the same time. The reward is not worth the risk or cost... But, I don't have any other ideas." She sits back normally and sighs. Aubrey rolled his eyes. "If we want them incapacitated here, there is always sul*fur and bi*tu*men." He sensed blank stares."We mix the two, close the gates behind them, and set the masses on fire. The resulting smoke will make them unconscious in seconds and kill them in a few minutes if we don't get them out of it. Both are very common, I have some of both in my spell component pouch and our host should have both in stock. We mix them and smear them over wood so that the burning area will be maximized. Bitumen is used for water proofing, especially roofs. Oh right. Bitumen is pitch and sulphur is brimstone. The smoke they produce when burned has been used in warfare before, especially by dwarves and kobolds." Donat had been quiet throughout the greeting so far, as was his wont. A deliberate and considering man, he preferred to think a great deal before speaking. He's thought enough for now however, and leans forward, first addressing Aubrey."A clever plan,my friend.I must admit,it's nice to see people with knowledge of Alchemy;so many just skim the surface of what is truly a grand discipline."However,there's one great flaw I don't think you've considered.Their horses.Goodman Oleg here mentioned they use them,and I would like to capture them." Here a crooked smile. "Truly,it would be easier to explore this land with them,and easier by far to use them to find the rest of the bandits he spoke of if less than twelve come to these doors.""With that in mind,I think we might go with a more traditional approach.Oleg can lure them in,then retreat to the house to guard Svetlana.I can hide by the gate,closing it after they enter,trapping them inside.The rest of you can wait on the rooftops,out of danger."Here, a melancholy sigh. "I'd prefer to give them a chance to surrender first, but that'd be too great a risk to Oleg and Svetlana.Still,we should be able to capture at least one.Hopefully more."Leaning back in his chair, he takes up his cup again. "Does that suit you all?"OOCSpoiler Hide Here's a map of it by the way. "Might it not be possible to turn the catapults inward? The non-combatants on the walls should be able to get off a coordinated volley. Though that might damage the horses. The problem as I see it is that horses are likely to die no matter what we do and, more to the point, working to keep them alive puts us all at greater risk as we will have to hesitate while they will not. If they discover our plan they may begin using their horses as cover which would put us in quite a bit of difficulty." The catapults haven't worked in years. If you head up there to get a clear view of them you'll see that three of them are complete heaps of junk and the fourth one is barely being held together. I've never really needed them so their maintenance was always a low priority. Kyra blinks and tilts her head. "Lemme get this straight, you live in one of the most bandit infested regions on this continent, filled with swamp monsters like giant crocodiles, owlbears, monsterous fey, trolls, or worse, and you never found a reason to keep a catapult properly maintained?" she asks bewildered, "Either you have the luck of a god or these so called "stolen" lands are more tame then a child's sandbox." Regarding the horses, while I would love to comandier them, I think Oleg and Lana are owed them for what has been stolen from them. The horses will fetch a respectable price and they could use the money more than us to reinforce the outpost and replace that which was stolen. With luck there will be plenty more horses available when we find the bandit camp. On a side note, was there not just concern about the ability for donkeys and mules being able to traverse the terrain? I only mention it because they are each more efficient and capable of navigating the various terrains compared to horses. I'd say we were lucky then. The bandits never became a problem until a few months ago and we've been out here for two years. This used to be an old fort and the catapults were here when we got here. We just never found a reason to get them fixed until recently. Problem is I don't have the expertise and we definately don't have enough time to get them in working condition before tomorrow. As for the horses, you can keep them if you want. You can keep any of their equipment. Consider it part of the thanks for dealing with the bandits. Ri will concede on the horses and equipment,Well if he wants to give it away... I hope one has a longbow...If no one has alternate plans or can think of any concerns with the current plan, then I suggest we eat while the stew is still hot, I am sure Svetlana worked extremely hard on it. Afterwards, we can inspect the area and decide on exact placements and potentially moving of obstacles. I will plan on raining arrows down from above, by placing myself on that rooftop.Ri will point to the roof closest the entrance.If no one raises any other concerns or comments then Ri will prepare for the meal, finding a place to wash his hands and face before eating. Well then I'll be down on the ground, behind the guest house and I'll be ready to fight. Also I agree food comes first.Aven then goes to find a place to wash his hands, and returns for the food. Kyra is already happily eating, luckily for her, as she can clean herself without the use of water. She has the table manners of a animal, and is already on seconds within moments. When she finish's she gets up and excuses herself and thanks Svetlana for the food she so quickly devoured and decides to go outside and saying she will return later, obviously avoiding the tactical discussion for now.She takes her time and finds a safe way to get up on one of the broken catapults and straddles it to get a good view of the area and whispers to herself,What did I do to deserve getting sent out here to the middle of nowhere Ioseph? You know I can't refuse you, but am I not your loyal servant? Was I not good enough? Damn you, you could have at least given it to me straight, I would have trained harder, I would have actually studied one of those damned spell books. She sighs and leans back into the catapult to relax and try to cool down, biting her lip in frustration.OOC: She will likely be on the ground about 80 or so feet from the gate to barrage the bandit's with bolts of energy, behind cover. From what angle, I have not decided yet, but likely near other members of the group for quick backup. During the dinner, Donat absently engaged in small talk, still mulling things over. The plan seemed like it would work in the morning, though he was more worried then he'd care to admit that someone might get hurt. He'd tried to place himself as the obvious target, but he wasn't sure if that would be enough.At least Desna had already shared a little luck with them. In one swoop, they were going to start making a dent in the bandit population and help those in need - and earn the goodwill of people they would depend on for supplies. With just a little more of Desna's goodwill, they could also secure horses for the journey. Donat deeply regretted not having already secured steeds. He might not have owned one himself, but if he'd but thought of it, the Swordlords would probably have provided some. Despite his melancholy belief that they would end up killing many of the bandits, he had to admit that recovering things from the bandits to use in helping this land appealed to his sense of justice.Remembering something he had almost forgotten while considering a plan of attack, he turned to Svetlana. "Pardon me Svetlana,but could you describe your wedding ring to us,the one the bandits stole?I confess,I'd forgotten about it while planning,but if we run across it,it would be my pleasure to return it to you."Such things," he said quietly, "should not be lost to the greed of others." "Thank you very much for the offer. I don't think I likely that you'll find it but... thank you. It's a simple thing. Two silver bands wrapped around each other in the shape of a circle with a small garnet inlaid in between the two bands." Ri will also engage in small talk with Donat and the others during dinner. In the process he will try and learn as much as he can about the immediately surrounding area from the residents. Dinner passes without excitement. The food is good and Oleg and Svetlana are good hosts.Small talk covers a variety of subjects, and from it you all learn that the Trading Post doesn't have many visitors. It makes a living off of the hunters and trappers who work in the northern most regions of the Stolen Lands. Other than that, there's an old hermit who lives to the southwest of the trading post who occasionally stops buy to sell potions and purchase the occasional necessity. Other than that, neither of them know much about the lands to the south of the Trading Post.Once the early dinner is over, Svetlana brings all of the dishes into the largest building and sets about washing them. Oleg shows you all to the guest's building, the one closest to the gate, where there are four beds laid out. He offers the fifth person the couch in the main building to sleep on. He then leaves you all to your own devises, promising to wake you an hour before sunrise the following morning.Spoiler Hide If you guys have something you want to get done, by all means, you can do it now. If not just post to say your character settles down to bed and then we can start the next day. Aubrey made to take the couch. As an elf he didn't strictly speak so a bed wasn't entirely necessary. Ri'Anthal will settle done on one of the beds for the night. Aven moves outside and settles down in the stables to stay somewhat connected with nature, forming a bed out of hay. Kyra returns about an hour later, thanks there hosts and goes to bed. She doesn't take off any of her bulky clothes or even her hood, and looks like a pile of rags when curled up in a blanket. Spoiler Hide Proceeding under the assumption that Donat has settled down to bed. The night passes uneventfully. As promised, Oleg wakes you all just as the sky is beginning to lighten. He tells you all that he is setting everything up just as it has been for the last two visits. The gate is open, Svetlana is in the main building, and the door to the stock is open. Oleg explains he will stand by the stock and let the bandits go about their business until you all decide to act. He treats you all to a light breakfast before urging you to take your positions.Spoiler Hide I'm going to put together a battle grid that we can use. In the meantime, could you all post in the OOC where you plan on starting off. You have access to the map, just take a look and let me know where you all want to begin the fight from. After that's done, I will post the beginning of the battle. Ri takes his position on the roof of the building to the right of the gate. Donat waits on the wall to the left of the gate, crouched down as to remain unseen. He's ready, as soon as all the bandits are inside the fort, to leap down and close the gate behind them. Taking up position on the far side of the guest house, Aven prepares to charge in and attack once the bandits are inside the compound. Kyra goes by the main house and stays by the east corner out of view of the main gate. An hour and a half passes before your patience comes to anything. Hooves are heard riding up the road and into the fort. A quick peek shows four men riding in on horses laden with sacks. Three of them have longbows on their backs and shortswords at their waists. They are simply dressed and non-descript. The fourth is wearing a hood with a composite longbow on his back and sneer on his face."Hallo there Oleg. Has it already been a month? Seems like such a longer time. I assume the stock is in the same place as usual? Good, now back off and let us get our payment."The bandits dismount and begin loading the horses with supplies from the small building. Oleg backs off slightly towards the main house and says,Of course. Wouldn't want to get in your way..."He then looks around edgily, waiting for you all to make your moves. From the rooftop Ri prepares himself to spring up and launch his attackA composite Longbow.... Dibs!As Oleg speaks and gives them their signal, Ri will quickly rise and fire his bow at the bandit with the composite longbow.Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+4)[7] Damage:(1d6)[2] Initiative: (1d20+4)[17] Spoiler Hide Initiative (1d20+8)[15] Working his way behind the guesthouse, Aubry slipping behind the open gate so that only a thin line allowed return fire. As he did so he reached for his belt and drew forth three pinchs of colored sand. As they sat in the palm of his hand he began the words of power."Nebul! Prisma!"The sand seemed to vaporize so that a varicolored mist hung suspended above his palm."Verwirrung!"He thrust his arm palm forward and an incandescence spilled from it his hand, catching the bandits in its coruscating patterns.Spoiler Hide I want to hit as many of them as possible. If I judged the distances wrong, have me go around the guesthouse to catch as many as possible. I think I can get them all if I stand in the right place. Kyra walks out from behind the corner with grim determination as her arms begin to release a light blue energy, a mist like essence that falls into her hands and begins to take shape. She throws her hands forward and it sounds like a small explosion as two bolts of raw energy screech directly at the bandit with the composite longbow without saying a word.Spoiler Hide Taking 5 foot move action to get out from behind the corner. Using 7 Mana (Now at 24/31) to cast Magic Missile (CL 4th due to spell specialization/magic-blooded). Both bolts are targeting the same enemy). (2d4+6)[11] Aven quickly runs over to the gate and closes the side closest to him shut.Spoiler Hide Initiative:(1d20+9)[21] Watching from the wall, lying down so as to not be noticed, Donat watches Oleg interact with the bandits. As soon as he sees they have dismounted to load their ill-gotten gains, he rolls off the edge of the wall, twisting to land on his feet next to the gate. As soon as his feet touch dirt, he throws himself into the west gate leaf, moving to close it before the bandits can react.OOCSpoiler Hide Thanks for helping close it Aven, I hadn't realized how far apart the two leaves would be. RollsSpoiler Hide Acrobatics roll to avoid damage from the fall: (1d20+8)[25] Strength roll to close gate (if needed): (1d20+3)[6] Initiative Roll: (1d20+7)[17] Ri unleashes his arrow, the first to act. It impacts the back of the bandit, but appears to have had little success in piercing the man's leather armor. Auberon, moving almost at the exact same time, dashes out towards the bandits and unleashes a cone of multi colored lights. As the lights envelop two of the bandits and two of the horses, both horses collapse to the ground, as does one of the bandits who had been carrying a sack over his shoulder. The bandit with the composite bow seems to shrug off the spell affect, ignoring it completely. At this moment kyra steps out from behind her shelter and unleashes two spheres of pure force. Both reach their mark and the man visibly sags under the nature of the assault, collapsing to one knee, holding his torso in pain. It is now that Aven and Donat both run for the gates and push them closed. While all this is occuring, Oleg makes a dash for the main building, heading for the room that Svetlana had taken refuge in.The two bandits who had not yet been injured or stunned can only stare in horror at the events unfolding around them, watching as their leader crumples under strength of the missiles.Spoiler Hide Exthalion, you did misjudge the distance. I had you move a little bit further than your movement speed allows since its a surprise round. You weren't able to hit them all, but it was still pretty effective. On a separate note, had that arrow landed, the one with the composite bow would be dead. Very effective surprise round. Now round one begins. Post your actions in any order and I'll rearrange them for the initiative order once they are all up. Ri draws and nocks another arrow, takes aim at the next bandit, and lets fly the arrow.Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+4)[9] Damage: (1d6)[2] The elf shouted in the brief moment after his attack struck,"Throw down your weapons and you will live. I swear this by my self and the honor of my people!"Spoiler Hide Assuming that doesn't work, another color spray to try to catch the remaining two. Also, did the one make his save, or was he higher level? Kyra continues her relentless assault and charges another pair of missiles to streak at the man she had injured, not giving him even a moment to draw his weapon. She grins at the elf's words and say coldly, "Speak for yourself, our orders were crystal clear. Kill them all, and honor them with a quick death in a fight rather then at a noose, its all they deserve."Spoiler Hide Using another magic missile at CL 4th, now at 17/31. Using both bolts on the same man again, he seems to tough not to focus down, I don't want him getting his barrings and getting a chance to hit us. (2d4+6)[11] "I say I have to agree with Kyra on this one," Lifting his hand as he speaks and points a finger at the strongest one,"they all have to die."After saying this last word an icicle emerges out of his finger and flies forward.Spoiler Hide To hit(1d20)[10] and damage if it does (1d8)[6] Aubrey rolled his eyes, aborted his attacked, and, with a look of disgust on his face, got out of the way of any return arrows."A plague on all their houses." He muttered loudly enough to be heard. Turning away from the gate, Donat takes a split second to survey the situation. Deciding that they had the bandits on the run, he decides to try and make sure he had the bandits attention - as well as attempting to get another prisoner prisoner to talk to.Striding around the wagon and into the midst of the bandits, he draws his pistol, pointing it straight at the head of the bandit in front of him, from a range of 5 feet."I'd really prefer you just give up now, instead of making me kill you," he said, sounding quite sincere. “But if your hand touches metal, I swear by my fathers pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.”OOCSpoiler Hide Pretty sure I had to take a double movement (It's hard to see the squares) and stopped 1 square away from the still standing bandit in the middle. Raising his hand quickly, Aven fires off the icicle, missing by several inches as the man dives and rolls to his feet. Donat's warning is not recieved well by the barely standing bandit who simply snears in response. Ri's second arrow flies by the same bandit by several inches and embeds itself in the ground behind him. Auberon, having chosen not to attack, retreats to the far side of the tables to avoid fire. The two horses that are still standing appear to be well trained as they do not try to flee. They stand their ground, awaiting orders from their masters. Kyra then unleashes her next two spheres of energy, bith of which impact the man in the same general area. They send him sprawling and he doesn't move. The two remaining, concious bandits each act differently. The one nearest the gate runs to the cart and attempts to leap over the side and into it before continuing to to run. He fails miserably and falls flat inside the cart. The other instantly raises his hands and shouts out, "I give up! Don't hurt me!" He then falls to his knees, closes his eyes and mutters a few words under his breath.Spoiler Hide I feel sorry for these guys. Didn't stand a chance. Standing, Aubrey made his way to the one who had surrendered."By the Dawnflower, you shall be given this one chance. I place this man under my protection, any who slay him are guilty of murder and subject to judgement!" Kyra follows the fleeing bandit and throws another set of missiles at him while he is still within sight. "Fine by me, but we cannot let the other escape for oleg's sake. Take him down before he can warn the others!"Spoiler Hide I will move 30 foot in a short sprint to keep him in sight, and use another magic missile, putting me at 10/31, and fire both bolts at the fleeing bandit who tripped over the cart and is trying to get away. (2d4+6)[13] If its 11 again I am picking it as my lottery number... Aven walks over to the cart and climbs into it,"Ok fine you can keep that one alive,"he then positions himself over the bandit and stabs down into him with his short spear. Watching the display from above, Ri can't help but roll his eyes at Aubrey.Just a little presumptious there Aub...As the other bandit tries fleeing Ri will draw and nock another arrow and let fly.Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+4)[22] Damage: (1d6)[5] Seeing his allies moving to finish off the one bandit that had the chance to run, Donat decides to leave them to that. Instead, he moves to those that Auberon had felled. Checking first to make sure neither the bandits nor the horses require immediate aid, he grabs some rope and begins to tie up the disabled bandits, leaving Auberon to deal with the awake one. Spoiler Hide Metroid, you forgot attack and damage rolls so I did them for you. Aven clambers into the cart and drops his spear down on top of the bandit while Kyra's missle's follow just behind, ending the man's life.Tying up the unconcious bandit is simple enough. The one that threw up his hands gives up his weapon if prompted and will sumbit to being bound.The unconcious bandit and the two downed horses wake up after about a minute. The horses begin to panic and thrash about. The now bound man begins shouting in a rather unpleasent manner, uttering threats about how he will skin you all alive once he gets free.Spoiler Hide Combat is now over. I need a Use Rope Check for Donat by the way. When the horses awake, Donat moves over to calm them before they hurt themselves. He urges them back on their feet, then takes them over to the stables for water and some oats.OOCSpoiler Hide Sorry about not rolling Use Rope, I'd seen the skill wasn't there anymore, and then didn't hunt around to see what replaced it. From what I can tell from the PFSRD, I first have to Grapple the bandit, then I can just tie him up, with a DC of 24 to break the bonds. So here's a Grapple roll, and a second one as well, to tie up the surrendered bandit. First Bandit: (1d20+4)[23] Second Bandit (1d20+4)[16] As for calming the horses, an untrained Handle Animal check, taking 10, for 15. While others are tying bandits up or caring for the horses, Ri will climb down from the roof and begin inspecting the dead bandits. He will rummage through pockets and backpacks looking for anything that will be useful in learning about them or something that can be used during the interrogation. Kyra rubs her head at releasing so much energy in that fight and leave the "interrogation" to the men and goes over to a bench to sit down and relax to recover, but stays nearby just in case she is needed. Donat:Spoiler Hide The horses hear your soothing voice and settle down after a few moments, though you can tell that they are estill somewhat on edge. They do however obey your prompts and follow your lead into the stables, as do the other two horses. Ri:Spoiler Hide Searching the bandit in the cart yields you: His leather armor, a quiver with an unstrung longbow and 20 arrows, a shortsword, 2 days worth of trail rations, and a small pouch filled with 10 gp. The one with the hood has the following equipment: His leather armor, a dagger, A composite longbow (of the +2 variety), 20 arrows, 2 days of trail rations, a pouch with 35 gp in it, and a silver amulet around his neck shaped like the skull of a Stag. Spoiler Hide Ussually I use this format when giving out information that only another character would have. Just getting you all used to it now even though all of this is pretty noticeable by everyone else in the party. You can feel free to read the spoilered boxes, but just know that ussually your they will only have things in them that your character shouldn't know. (Unless your name is above it.) Ri will compile all the loot and shove it into one of his empty sacks, he will then carry the sack around to each of the other bandits, he will strip them of any items they are wearing/carrying and place them in the sack. He will then place the sack somewhere where it won't be in the way but also won't be out of eye sight. Once he is done he will make his way over to his two shot arrows to see if they can be salvaged. After collecting any arrows he will then turn his attention to what's happening with the prisoners. After a little while the rowdy bandit calms down but if looks could kill, he'd have stabbed you each fifty times over. The other one remains quiet, a blank stare on his face.Oleg and Svetlana exit the main building a short while after the conflict ends."Now that's what I call a job well done. Thanks for the help,"Oleg says as he surveys the scene."What are you planning on doing with those two?"His voice taking on a somewhat dangerous tone as he nods at the two bound prisoners. Spoiler Hide I forgot that I wanted to inpsect the amulet, so can i please amend my previous post to reflect that Ri keeps the amulet, and puts everythign else in the bag. He will then inspect the amulet while waiting for the others to finish their business. Ri leaves those dealing with bandits to answer Oleg. He will spend a few minutes inspecting the amulet that was pulled off the lead bandit.Spoiler Hide Knowledge [Arcana]: (1d20+8)[17] Knowledge [History]: (1d20+8)[11] Knowledge [Nobility]: (1d20+8)[18] Hopefully it's one of them, because that exhausts my trained knowledges. Kyra leans back and lays down on the bench and puts her arms behind her head. "Meh, I don't care what we do with them, but apparently the little foul mouthed one forgets were here to kill his kind..." She shoots a glare to him. "We could always kill that one and use him as an example for the other to be cooperative, and so long as he doesn't say or do anything stupid, we can just have him work his bounty off. Either way, I think we should teach the vulgar one some manners." She grins."What do you think "thug"? What would you do in our shoes? The pacifist might have sworn protection to you, but in the end the law of the land is clear and he can't stick with you forever, and I will have absolutely no qualms with blowing your head off if you so much as call us anything lower than "my lords or lady", so you might want to start kissing our asses right about now. Groveling helps as well. Considering keeping you alive would be nothing but a burden for us, and hell, the region as a whole, we need a convincing reason..." She casually asks, turning to her side to get comfortable and fixing her stare on the bandits. The horses settled and munching happily on some feed, Donat saunters out of the stables in time to hear some of Kyra's speech. Smiling a little - sure, she may be bloodthirsty, but at least she's consistent! - he walks over to the more cooperative of the two bandits."I think, before we do anything rash, I'd like to have a talk with these fellows, one at a time. They may not have realized what harm their actions caused, and be willing to seek redemption."Calmly pulling the quieter bandit to his feet, he leads him over to the guest house. Over his shoulder as he walks, he remarks "Things tend to work out a lot better if you're just willing to talk them out first."TalkingSpoiler Hide Once in the house, guest house, I sit him down and make sure he's at least semi-comfortable. I'm then going to use Diplomacy, attempting to convince him that 1) banditry is bad, and 2) we can help him get out of the game with his head attached to his shoulders. I'll also add the occasional white lie as needed, like "I think I can stop the crazy magic-lady from making a suit out of your skin." Once I think I've convinced him to help out as a way to redeem himself/save his neck, I'll ask for information: 1. Who was the leader of the group (the bandit with the compound bow, I assume)? 2. Where are the rest of the bandits? 3. Where's the goods they stole from Oleg? 4. Specifically, where's the Wedding Ring? 5. What can he tell us about the area? Rolls Diplomacy: [roll0] Bluff: [roll1] Sense Motive: [roll2] Additional Diplomacy (if needed): [roll3] Additional Diplomacy (if needed): [roll4] Additional Diplomacy (if needed): [roll5] Additional Bluff (if needed): [roll6] Additional Bluff (if needed): [roll7] Additional Bluff (if needed): [roll8] Additional Sense Motive (if needed): [roll9] Additional Sense Motive (if needed): [roll10] Additional Sense Motive (if needed): [roll11] Edit: The rolls don't appear to have worked, so rerolling. Rolls Try 2Spoiler Hide Because... Bleh. Diplomacy: [roll]1d20+13[/roll] Bluff: [roll]1d20+9[/roll] Sense Motive: [roll]1d20+5[/roll] Additional Diplomacy (if needed): [roll]1d20+13[/roll] Additional Diplomacy (if needed): [roll]1d20+13[/roll] Additional Diplomacy (if needed): [roll]1d20+13[/roll] Additional Bluff (if needed): [roll]1d20+9[/roll] Additional Bluff (if needed): [roll]1d20+9[/roll] Additional Bluff (if needed): [roll]1d20+9[/roll] Additional Sense Motive (if needed): [roll]1d20+5[/roll] Additional Sense Motive (if needed): [roll]1d20+5[/roll] Additional Sense Motive (if needed): [roll]1d20+5[/roll] Edit Again: Apparently my initial screwup is preventing any rolls here from working... sohere. I rolled them all out again over in the Test Roller for this post. Xian:Spoiler Hide The amulet is just an amulet. It does not remind you of anything in particular. Perhaps the man wearing it had been a hunter. In response to Kyra's threats, the foul-mouthed man just laughs."Hah! Yeah, like I'd call you a lady. Even if I did want mercy or showed remorse, it's a dammed if I do dammed if I don't situation. I'll get hung, or killed by the boss, if I listen to you and come quietly, and if I don't you'll kill me any ways. I might as well enjoy my last few minutes alive. So screw you and long live the Stag Lord!Unable to move his hands into a position to provide a suitable enough inappropriate gesture, he resorts to the childish act of sticking his tongue out at Kyra.Keylac:Spoiler Hide The bandit seems somewhat reluctent to talk but after a little while he opens up a bit. He believes you completely that you can help waive the death penalty for what he's done and he does appear to show genuine remorse. He then proceeds to answer your questions. 1. He tells you that the man with the Composite bow was named Happs Bydon. Happs was not their leader, but rather their leader's boy toy. The woman who led them is named Kressle. She came out on the first raid to Oleg's but hasn't been out here since. 2. The bandit camp is at a crossing of the Thorn River about 30 miles to the southwest of Oleg's Trading Post. 3. He says that the loot all ends up in one of two places. Either back at the bandit camp, or shipped off to an unknown location. (He says that he's suspected Kressle of working for somebody else for a while now, but he doesn't know who.) Just yesterday though a group of Mites snuck into the camp and made off with several bags of loot, so the Mites currently have some of it. He also tells you that the Mites have a den under an old sycamore tree about 16 miles to the southeast of the camp. 4. He doesn't know where the ring is. It could be with the Mites, with the bandits, or at the unknown location. 5. He's already given you all of the information he can. He appears to be telling to the truth in evrything he says. Spoiler Hide Diplomacy:(1d20)[11] "Hey you rude mouth, who's the stag lord? Hmmm?"As he says this Aven slowly walks closer kneeling down next to him, not close enough for the bandit to head but him or anything. Ri'Anthal will put the amulet in his pocket, disappointed that there doesn't appear to be more that can't be gleaned from it. With the amulet out of the way he will bring his attention back to the bandits. Seeing that there's various attempts at intimidation and question already underway he will leave the others to it. While he doesn't agree with some of the approaches, he isn't interested in creating conflict over it. While waiting for the others to finish with their questioning, Ri will take the composite longbow and begin taking a few practice shots with it, seeing how it fires. Once his new friend has finished spilling his guts, Donat will poke his head out of the door to see how the others are doing. Seeing that the others are already working on the more stubborn bandit, he decides not to interrupt them and simply waits, leaning in the doorway, musing over what he's been told. Seeing that Donat has finished with his questioning, and lacking anything else to do while waiting, Ri will walk over and lean next agains tthe wall next to the doorway.Did you have any luck learning something useful? Donat nods to Ri as he approaches the door. "In did in fact.According to this fella, these guys come from a camp about 30 miles southwest of here,at a crossing of the Thorn River.I was figuring that after we're done with that gent'the others are talking to,we could head on down there,maybe surprise them.There might be more bandits around sides them,but they seem to be the closest ones to Oleg,so capturing them should keep the trading post safe." Ri nods,Sounds good. Did he tell you what kinds of numbers they have and what kinds of security measures his camp has? Not yet.Thought I'd wait till we can all ask our new friend questions."

Kingmaker (HPV) IC

School Days (Oneofakiind & TBB)

Miss Jadelyn Hart stood at the front of the class, watching everyone finishing their tests. She was a history teacher, teaching US history, their first test of the fall semester. She sat down slowly on the edge of her desk, her feet aching a bit from the stiletto high heels she had worn today, smoothing her hands down the front of her strapless flowered dress that only hit mid-thigh. She had been told that her attire should be more conservative, but it was still incredibly hot outside and the A/C in the school kept breaking; she couldn't help but try to find something a little more airy. The skirt fanned out from her tiny waist, accentuating her long tan legs, and the strapless top barely covered her heaving breasts. Her jacket lay discarded on the desk chair, too hot in the classroom to need anything like that.She brushed a strand of dark brown hair from her emerald eyes, her skin lightly tanned and smooth, a sucker for any sweet smelling lotion. Today she smelled like peaches, a tangy scent that drifted around the room, her skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat from the heat. Jadelyn glanced at the clock at the front of the room, "Time's almost up," she said. There were only a few students left, the others had trickled out when they were done with their tests. Some students were fast test takers, but some weren't, and she had a lot of patience.There was a short stack of papers on the edge of her desk. As the students came up to give her their tests, they were supposed to pick up their papers as well, already graded and ready to be taken, though she had to speak to one student about their poor grade on it. Frank Busch sat at the back of Miss Hart's 8th period American History class, an expression of utter boredom on his features. His dark blue eyes would flick down to his already finished test, which had been so for the past 15 minutes. He was smart it's just... school really had no appeal for him. Oh he'd been a great student for the longest of times but now? After his scholarship to the in-state powerhouse to play outside linebacker was confirmed, there was no need.A frame of 6-4 bristling with muscle to top the scales above 240 pounds leaned back in his chair, one leg stuck out. The grey tank top he'd chosen to wear strained against his barrel chest. It certainly wasn't in the school's dress code, but no one was about to tell him that. As his gaze flicked up to Miss Hart, he let out a small smirk, no one was going to complain about his tank top with the kind of attire she wore. Not that he was complaining. Indeed she was the reason he was hanging around here at the end of the day, idly fiddling with his number 2 pencil. He just loved the look of her older, but by no means less attractive frame.More than that, he loved thescentof her. No matter what concoction she spread across her smooth skin, it always seemed to inflame something within him. He'd had his fair share of lustful encounters in his time at school, but the way she seemed to... flirt was the wrong word, outrightteasehim made his mind fill with thoughts.As the rest of the students filed out, he rose and walked forward, black shorts around his long powerful legs as he strode to her desk, the intoxicating scent of her filling his nostrils. "Here you are Miss Hart." He said slowly, handing her his test. Jadelyn looked at Frank, the last one in class now. He was cocky, but for good reason. Not only was he gorgeous, but he was also a great athlete. But she wasn't supposed to have such thoughts about students. She pushed off from the desk and took his test from him, handing him his paper. She could tell he wasn't interested in school. He was smart, he just didn't apply himself sometimes. "You should stay after class so we can talk about this grade..." She said softly, frowning at him a bit. Why didn't he want to apply himself? Didn't he want to get into a good school.She walked around to the other side of the desk and bent over to grab something from her purse, her short skirt sliding up her toned thighs a bit as she grabbed a pen. SHe straightened up and turned back to him, "we can make a deal. Detention with me two days a week after school, doing...relatively simple tasks, and I'll waive the F."Jadelyn sank back down to the edge of her desk, looking up at him as he towered over her small frame, taking a deep breath that incidentally pressed her breasts against the tight fabric of her dress. He noticed her frown and couldn't help but smile, hey some girls look good when they frown, others look absolutely gorgeous. Miss Hart was in the latter. He could sense her frustration, he'd gotten it a lot from his teachers lately. But the simple fact was he'd been a well above average student before his scholarship had come through and he could literally fail all of his classes and still have the needed grade point average to graduate.His dark blue eyes followed the slow shashay of her hips and impossibly perfect ass. He never knew how such a petite woman had the curves that she did, but she did. As she bent over he nearly had to look away to keep his eyes from bugging out.As she made her offer he couldn't help but give her a small, almost sad smile. "As tempting as being alone with you for two days a week is Miss Hart. I'm afraid there is no need. I'll take the F. Really not that big of a deal anyway." He said, shrugging his broad shoulders. Her deep breath, straining her full firm, high sitting breasts against her dress impeding any thoughts of his departing. Jadelyn frowned again, her pink lips almost pouting at him, but she quickly put on a more professional expression, "I could force you to stay in detention." She said pointedly, standing up. Even standing up she was much shorter than him despite the high heels. "So I really think you should sit. down." She tapped his chest, looking over at one of the desks.Maybe what she was doing was wrong. She had had plenty of impure thoughts about this student in particular, and making him stay after class was only going to make things more difficult on her, but she just couldn't stop herself. "You can help me grade papers." She said, turning back to the desk, leaning over it again as she reached in a drawer to pull out the ungraded quizzes from an earlier class. He blinked at her, her diminutive stature coming towards him. "Miss Hart, to be perfectly honest, no you couldn't." He said brusquely. But as her light smooth touch hit his chest, and his mind soon washed with thoughts of being alone with her under all together different terms he smiled cockily. "But ok. Fine." He said and turned to sit down, his eyes going back just in time to catch the vision of her firm ass reaching across the desk, and he knew his acquiescence was a smart move.Sitting down, he looked up at her slowly. "Anything you want." He said idly, but his tone added a little extra husk to 'anything.' Jadelyn made a face at him when he told her she couldn't make him stay, and she knew he was right, unless she wanted to get the principal involved, and even then, he was such a school hot-shot, he would probably get off scot-free as he usually did. She straightened up and smoothed her skirt back down over her thighs, crossing the few steps to stand in front of him.She bent over again a bit, her breasts straining once more against the fabric of her top as she set the papers on his desk along with the answer guide. She blushed a little when he told her he would do anything she wanted, biting her lower lip for a moment. He was so tempting."All i need you to do is go through and mark the wrong answers and put a grade at the top. It shouldn't take too long. and then you're free to go." She said, her voice soft and unintentionally inviting. As she bent over, he kept his eyes resolutely on her face. Oh how he wanted to look at her full, firm breasts, but he didn't. But he still gave her a small knowing smile at her proffered display. He saw her bite her lip and he felt a small jolt of lust course through his veins."Will do." He said in an equally soft tone, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the scent of her, perhaps the closest she'd been to him all year, and he reveled in the smell. Jadelyn straightened back up and nodded, turning to go back to her desk. She sat down slowly, idly playing with the things on her desk before pulling out a red pen to start grading the tests they had just taken, trying not to be distracted by the handsome student that sat just a few feet from her. She couldn't be attracted to him, she just couldn't. She would lose her job, her teaching license, everything.She blinked several times, trying to read the essays in front of her but she couldn't seem to focus. It was stifling in here. She finally got up and crossed the room, opening up one of the windows. She took a deep breath of the marginally cooler air, resting there for a moment. 'get a grip on yourself. he's a student for crying out loud!' she yelled at herself mentally. He graded the quizzes in front of him with almost a leisurely pace. Leisurely because he would frequently look up at Miss Hart for moments at a time. The first time she caught him looking, he slowly licked his lips before going back down to the quizzes.As she crossed the room to open the window he perked up, "Everything ok Miss Hart?" He asked coyly, grinning silently to himself but putting on a concerned face when she turned to face him, his eyes gorging themselves on her lush figure, every fiber of his body yearning to brush his fingers across her smooth skin, just once. Jadelyn turned around and leaned against the wall by the window, a light breeze ruffling her hair and skirt and she nodded, "just a little hot," she said softly, her skin glistening in the dimming sunlight that poured onto her from the window. She brushed her fingers through her hair and shut her eyes, leaning back, idly stroking her hand down her neck and the side of her chest, breathing slowly, stretched out along the wide window sill like a shimmering goddess.Her hand continued down her side as she sighed softly, letting her fingertips finally brush over her thigh just past her short skirt. She never once forgot that he was there, but she didn't care anymore. the heat mixed with her lust for him made her judgment a little less sound.she let out a soft sound and opened her eyes, turning back to the window so she was facing away from him, bending over completely as she rested on her elbows, her face close to the screen, giving him a great view of her round ass, just barely covered by her skirt. "are you almost finished with those quizzes?" she asked him. As she leaned against the window, Frank's eyes no longer had any pretense of not gorging themselves on her lush figure. They openly went up and down her shapely curves."Just a little hot,"she said, but the way she said it told him it had nothing to do with the temperature."Understandable." He said simply. His dark blue eyes followed the traverse of her hand the entire way down her lush curves, as he idly licked his lips.As she bent over, her perfect, full ass sticking out to him, he literally had to bite his lip to prevent a lustful moan of desire from roaring out of him.He stood and strode over to her desk, setting the quizzes down. He walked behind her, his crotch a lone step away from her ass. If he took just one step, one step at all and he'd be grinding full on against her. But he stood there, that infinitesimal distance tempting him, teasing him, but he stood and asked in a low, undeniably husky whisper, "Anything else you... need?" Jadelyn swallowed hard when she heard him approaching her where she was bent over, knowing how close he was to touching her, his tone low and husky, making things deep in her stomach clench with desire. She pushed herself up a bit, shutting her eyes, willing herself to get a grip, and she pressed herself against the window sill, turning around slowly, careful not to touch him.Her eyes met his a moment later and she felt her breath catch in her throat as she looked at him, towering over her so deliciously. Oh yes, there was plenty she needed, and plenty he could give her, but nothing she could ask for. Her voice came out in a breathy whisper, her chest heaving as she remembered to breathe, "No...You...You can go." she managed to say, watching his face, her eyes begging him to close the distance between them. It would have been better if she had risen swiftly. Better if she'd been a blur to his eye as she rose and turned. But she had to do it slowly, slowly so his eyes could watch the arch of her back, slowly, so the turn filled his veins with that delicious light smell of peaches she was giving off today. Slowly, so his brain had time to process just how incrediblyhotshe was.Her words told him he could go. But the way she said them, the way her chest heaved, pushing her full breasts against her dress, the way her eyes locked with his, a pleading note in them, told him otherwise.He stood there, his hard chest rising and falling slowly, heatedly as he gazed down at her petite but curvy frame before him. He didn't know what made him do it, but slowly, ever so slowly, a large smooth hand came up, as it twisted, the back of it coming to caress her cheek gently. "I don't think you want me to." He husked Jadelyn's eyes fluttered shut as he touched her heated cheek with the back of his hand, but she opened them a moment later, reluctantly turning her face from him, unable to move however because if she tried, she would no doubt end up brushing her body against his. He was right. She didn't want him to go, but she couldn't tell him that.They were still at the school, and while the sun was starting to go down, there might still be some people left that could catch them. and they couldn't be caught.Her tiny frame was trapped against the window sill as she looked up at him again, her precious pink lips parting in a soft sigh, "but you should..." she whispered, her breath coming quicker now. He stepped forward now, crossing that last distance between them. Not pressing into her just yet, but her full breasts were brushing up against his chest, both of them heaving with repressed desire. His hand came and stroked her cheek more as she turned away.He bent down, his eyes locked with hers. "Tell me to go. Tell me to go, and mean it. And I will." He husked, knowing that she didn't want him to. Knowing that her parted lips would taste just like she smelled, of light sweet peaches. Jadelyn looked up into his eyes, knowing that now that their bodies were touching, she couldn't tell him to leave and mean it. Her body trembled with need and desire as he pressed against her ever so lightly, her breasts brushing against his own chest. SHe leaned against her hands that gripped the sill behind her, bracing herself against it. "I can't..." she finally said, not knowing whether she was saying she couldn't do anything with him or whether she couldn't tell him not to go.She gulped hard, not knowing how to control the situation. she was the teacher, afterall, but as she looked up at the larger young man, she felt utterly helpless against him. As she leaned back to brace herself against the window sill, her breasts pulled away from his chest. But it forced his crotch against hers, his length starting to harden at the sheer... eroticism of the moment.At her tepid admission that she couldn't send him away, he leaned forward, the hand that was stroking her cheek going to cup her chin as his lips brushed against hers. "I know." He husked.And then he was on her, his hard, firm muscles molding to her lush full curves. His lips no longer brushing against hers as they pressed insistently against her full pouty lips. He was right, she tasted just like peaches, he thought as his tongue swiped across her lips, taking in the sweet taste of them. Jadelyn moaned softly as he pressed himself against her, feeling his hard, strong body pressing against her much smaller form, her legs instinctively falling open to allow him to come closer to her, leaning heavily on the window sill. She felt his lips descend upon her own and she melted against the kiss with a sigh.Her lips parted as he swiped his tongue over her lips, letting her own tongue flick out over his, massaging his tongue with her own. She pressed herself against his entire body, wrapping an arm around him insistently. It was wonderful. Her moan was a perfect symphony, causing his blood to boil with desire for her. As her legs parted, he pushed himself between them, letting the hardness of his cock push against her inner thighs. His one hand going to the nape of her neck, pulling her greedily into the kiss, his tongue pushing back against hers, forcing them back into her sweet mouth.His other hand went down to her hip, and then slid around to grasp the ass of so many fantasies, his palm rubbing and squeezing it as he grunted into the kiss, rocking his hips against her. Jadelyn groaned in response as she felt his hands upon her, pulling her deeper into the kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. Her ass tightened a bit as she felt him grip it and she pressed against him, her own hands searching his body as she dragged her long, manicured nails down his back, immediately going for his belt buckle.She could feel how hard he was as he pressed against her thigh and she moaned again as she undid the zipper of his pants, slipping her hand under the boxers to stroke his hard cock. He conceded the battle for her mouth, if only to let his lips flash to her neck, tilting her head to the side as he licked and suckled on her smooth skin there. He grunted as her small, almost dainty hand grasped his massive length, rocking his hips to force more of it against her smooth palm.His one hand left her ass, but came up under her dress and cupped her, forcing his palms against the moistness of her panties. "Stroke me." He husked. "Do you have any idea how many times I've been hard for you?" He growled as he sucked harder on her neck, his hand rubbing back and forth against her pussy. Jadelyn moaned, unable to stop herself as he rubbed her pussy through her thin lace thong, feeling the heat of his hand against her most sensitive area. Her head rolled to the side for him as he sucked on her neck, her hips rocking against his hand subconsciously.She did as he said, using her one hand to stroke the long length of him, surprised that he was bigger than she had even imagined, squeezing him gently, jerking him off slowly, "tell me," she whispered, somehow completely turned on by his dominance of her, knowing that she couldn't escape him, but also knowing that she didn't want to, "tell me what you've fantasized..." He just moaned into her neck as she stroked him. His length pulsing with lustful desire in her small palm, barely able to wrap her hand around his girth. He licked and kissed and nuzzled against her neck.Her request to hear his desires caused his hips to jerk, his hand to squeeze her pussy. "Let me show you." He growled into her ear. And then his free hand was on her hip, turning her and pushing her to her desk, and then he'd spun her, his hand on the back of her neck and pushing her down. Gently, but forcefully, pushing her large breasts against the table as he bent her over, shucking his tank top as he pushed his cock against her ass. Her own hips twitched as he squeezed her wet pussy through her panties, moaning softy as he twisted her, pushing her down forcefully against her desk. she gripped the edges of the desk and let him push her against the wooden desk, her breasts aching a bit. she loved feeling him forcing her where he wanted her to go, moaning again.Jadelyn felt him standing behind her and she twisted her head to look back at him, watching him discard his shirt, only making her wetter in anticipation. She panted softly, pushing her hips back against his like a dog in heat, silently begging for him to claim her, wanting him to make her do whatever the hell he wanted. His hands palmed her ass, squeezing it, rubbing it in slow circles as his eyes locked with hers, his cock thrusting against the cleft of her ass. His hands then went up and flipped up her dress as he sunk to his knees behind her, kissing up her inner thighs, spreading them with nudges of his nose. Knowing he wasn't applying enough force to do it on his own, but she parted them for him, the command he had over her sending lust coursing through his veins.His lips came up and licked in a wide circle around her soaked panties. His teeth then bared and he grazed them along her pussy, flicking his tongue to get a trace of the sweet taste of her. But then his teeth bit down ever so slowly, taking her soaked panties with them. All the while his hands working over her perfect ass. "Oh Frank...yes..." Jadelyn moaned as he stroked her ass, shutting her eyes and hanging her head as he sank down on his knees, parting her legs for him without much encouragement. Her high heels accentuated the tight muscles in her leg as he licked her pussy through the lace, making her body tremble.She was perfectly trimmed under her panties as he moved them aside, almost completely bare, even her pussy tasting sweet like peaches somehow. She rested her head against the desk, feeling her legs trembling as he licked the length of her pussy, moaning his name again. "You like that Miss Hart?" He husks, getting an extra thrill from continuing to address her as if she were his teacher and not some bundle of hot flesh at his control. "Do you want your naughty little student to lick you?" He demands, his tongue now licking in a wide circle around her gushing pussy, amazed and aroused at the familiar taste of peaches, stronger than ever as he flicks his tongue to get some of her nectar."Like you all over?" He questions, his tongue coming ever so close to her pussy. "Maybe even here?" He growls, his tongue going up to tease the rim of her naughtiest of holes before going back down, his tongue hovering right above her clit. Jadelyn moaned again, her nails digging into the edges of the desk as he licked around her aching pussy, raising her head just a bit. "yes, you're my naughty student... lick my clit, Frank" She moans, her legs spreading a bit more as she feels his tongue rolling up and down the length of her, but not her clit. She shivered and moaned again, "please Frank, eat me out, make me cum."She couldn't believe the words that were pouring out of her mouth, hardly able to control herself as he licked her, his tongue working like magic over her pussy, so surprisingly talented. "Don't stop!" She subconsciously twitched her hips, trying to move backward against him. "Yesss..." He hisses letting his breath rake over her hot little cunt. "You're my hot little slut of a teacher, aren't you?" He husks and gives her ass a short sharp smack. "Aren't you?" He growls as he gives her another smack.And then his tongue lunged out, penetrating her sopping pussy, his breath raking over her as his hands grasp her ass, rolling her hips back to force his hot wet appendage even deeper inside her. Jadelyn's body jolted with each spank and she nodded, her voice breathy with ecstasy, "Yes, I'm your slut teacher," she moaned, letting him manipulate her hips, biting her lip hard to keep from crying out as he shoved his tongue into her wet folds, her knees wobbling a bit. "Oh god Frank that's it! yeah, get that talented tongue in there," her words dissolved into moans a moment later, feeling his tongue swirling around her pussy. It was so amazing, she had never thought a student could make her feel this way but the deeper he shoved his tongue, the wider her legs spread and the wetter she got, begging him wordlessly for more. "Again!" he growls and smacks her ass, commanding her to submit herself vocally to him. His tongue going back for more, wriggling and gliding inside her hot little pussy. He pulls back his lips and shoves two fingers inside her, letting them rest there as she accomadates to the penetration. His lips soon go and lick in a wide circle around the intruding digits as his voice husks, "Cum for me, my little slut teacher. Cum with your students hot fingers and tongue fucking your gushing cunt." Jadelyn gasped as he spanked her again, leaning heavily against the desk for support, moaning loudly as he shoved two large fingers into her tight, wet pussy, still feeling his tongue around her pussy, her back arching a bit, "i'm your slut teacher, Frank! fuck...oh god Frank, you're gonna make me cum, I-" her words caught in her throat as her pussy muscles spasmed around his fingers, coming hard as he continued to finger-fuck her. She tried to hold back her cries of ecstasy, moaning loudly as her hot juices spilled from her pussy over his tongue and fingers, dripping down her thighs.She collapsed against the desk, tired from the amazing orgasm her student had given her, groaning softly. At her lustful declaration he pulls his fingers out of her swiftly, reaching his hand around to push the digits against her lips, letting her smell and taste her own arousal. But then his mouth opens wide and covers her hole, taking in each gush of her sweet nectar, moaning around her hole. As her body stops its convulsions his tongue goes down to lick her thighs, tasting and teasing her smooth skin as he laps at her nectar.She collapses and he stands. His hand goes to her long silky locks, pulling on them gently to force her to stand. "We're not even close to being done." He husks lewdly, and then plasters his lips to hers, forcing her to taste her own nectar yet again, his hands swiftly removing her dress. Too weak to protest, Jadelyn stood up straight as he pulled her up by her hair, her head tilted backward as he gently forced her upright. She groaned as he kissed her, tasting herself on his lips and his tongue, shivering a bit, having never been forced to taste herself before. Her stomach clenched when he told her they weren't done and she could only wonder what else he had planned for her.She felt him taking off her tight dress, standing there then in her white strapless bra that barely harness her breasts and her thong, still wearing the stilettos. The wrongness of their situation only made it more erotic for her, incredibly turned on by the simple fact that she wasn't supposed to have him, but he was taking her like a slut and she loved it. His hands yanked down her thong the rest of the way past her thighs, and then as his lips continued to caress her full pouty lips, tasting the combination of peaches and her arousal, he moaned, his hands going to unhook her bra, flinging it away as his large smooth palms push against her full breasts, teasing them.His hands then go to her hips, pulling on them as he glides back into her chair, pushing her to her knees, his impossibly hard cock before her, his eyes giving her all the command she needs. Jadelyn let him strip her completely naked, her beautiful body bared before him, her large breasts, natural and full, molding against his hands as he grabbed them.She went easily down to her knees in front of him, stroking her soft hands over his thighs, her tongue flicking out over his throbbing length, licking a trail from the head to the base, and then back up again, gripping his hips as she swirled her tongue around him, her tongue just as talented as his was. But she didn't take him into her mouth yet. She wanted him to tell her what he wanted, to pull on her hair and force her down on him, moaning softly. His eyes locked with hers as she looked up at him, lavishing his length with her skilled tongue, moaning loudly as his hand stroked her silky, perfect locks, her breasts pushing up against his legs. "So fucking hot." He hissed down at her.At her pause, her eyes up at him, he nods knowingly as his hand clenches in her hair. "Suck me." He commands simply. "Suck me like the hot little slut of a teacher you are." He growls pulling her hair up so her lips press against his bloated cockhead. Jadelyn didn't need to be told twice, moaning softly as she wrapped her lips around his cock-head. He was so big and so thick, but she didn't hesitate to put him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head as she started to suck on him, slowly pushing her head down over his cock, sliding him further and further until his cock hit the back of her throat, and she started to come back up.Her mouth was hot and wet around him, knowing exactly what she was doing as she relaxed her jaw and rolled her tongue around his hard shaft, somehow even more turned on when he called her his slut teacher. It was so hot to her how he reminded her about how taboo this was and how they were breaking so many rules. He grunts loudly as she takes his length expertly into her sauna like mouth. His hand on her head urging her onward as he pants lustfully down at her. "You have any idea how long I've wanted this?" He hisses down at her.At her small shudder at his filthy language at her, he grins. "You've probably wanted it too, haven't you? You slutty little whore. Prancing about in your hot little outfits. Knowing exactly what you were doing?" His hiss loud and lewd as his fantasies of her come bursting forth. Jadelyn continued working on his cock, her moans vibrating around his large member, her tongue playing with him as she sucked on him, letting him push her further down until she had taken his entire length into her mouth somehow. she started to come back up, sucking on him harder, her throat tightening around his thick cock.She had indeed wanted this, and had known with every inappropriate outfit that she was being ogled by her students, which was a huge turn on for her. She loved to be fantasized about, but she had never imagined that someone would take this kind of initiative with her. He grunted and moaned, his hips jerking slightly as the sight of her taking in his massive length to the hilt sent shudders up and down his spine. "Holy shit." He gasped, thrusting up into her mouth as her throat gripped him ever so perfectly.Her moans at his claims just caused him to grin and grunt louder with lust. "Knew it. Knew you were a naughty little thing underneath all those hot outfits. " His hand stroking her hair, urging onward, gasping as she gave his fat cock head an extra hard suck, at the razor's edge. Jadelyn bobbed her head up and down, her tongue massaging the entire length of his hard cock, sucking harder on him as she went easily from the head to the hilt and back again, fast and hard, one hand reaching under her to stroke his balls, wanting him to unload down her throat as she worked him.She moaned softly again, focusing for a moment solely on the head of his cock, rolling her tongue expertly around the sensitive area, encouraging him to cum. "Gonna... gonna... cum!" He roared out, not caring that they were still in a public place, his mind could not process anything but the pure searing lust emanating from his cock, reduced to a shuddering mass of pleasure by his teacher's mouth.Both of his hands grasped her hair and forced her down past his bloated cock head. His length twitched once, twice, and then exploded, jet after jet of his warm sticky seed bursting forth into her mouth. Jadelyn moaned as he shoved her head down over his cock, sucking hard on him as she felt him twitching in her mouth, knowing he was close even despite him yelling it. Her fingers massaged his balls still as she felt them tighten, groaning as she felt his hot cum squirting from his cock and into her mouth. She licked it all up, swallowing it down as she moved her head over his length, sucking him clean until he stopped cumming.Then slowly she pulled back, licking her lips, looking up at him from where she knelt, her eyes still filled with lust. She wanted more from him, but she suspected he wouldn't be able to do anything else after cumming like that, which disappointed her. "was that good? did you like having your slut teacher suck you off?" she asked softly as she looked at him. He moaned further as she took his entire load, a massive one by even his standards, he'd never seen a girl suck down half his load, let alone not missing a drop. But as he stroked her hair, the scent of peaches wafting up to him, he knew this was a woman he had on his hands, his cock twitching at the thought.At her lustful words he moaned again, his cock rapidly springing to hardness. "Yesss..." He hissed, pulling up and at the same time bending down to kiss her, desperate to taste her lips, completely uncaring about his cum having been there not moments ago.Pulling her up by her waist, he deposited her on his lap, his cock sliding between the cleft of her ass. "I'd like it even better to watch my slutty little teacher bounce on my cock." He hissed, one of his hands giving her perfect ass a smack as his lust filled gaze matched her own. Jadelyn let him pull her up, surprised when he was instantly hard again, impressed to say the least at the boy's stamina. She kissed him deeply, letting him taste his own cum on her tongue as she landed on his lap, her bare pussy sliding against his already-hard cock, wet again simply from enjoying Frank's orgasm.She raised herself up a bit, her feet in her high heels resting on the floor on either side of him as she parted her lips with one hand, the other hand gripping his cock, positioning him at her heated entrance. She broke the kiss and looked into his lust-filled gaze, not lowering herself yet, "tell me how much you want me...tell me to fuck you..." she whispered into his ear. "God..." He pants out in frustration and desire, a part of him just wanting to jam her down on his length, another loving the teasing she was giving him beyond belief. "I've wanted to fuck you since day one. Just bend you over your desk and fucking take you." He hissed.His hands grasping her perfect ass, squeezing and palming the firm cheeks as he leans forward to push his face against her perfect breasts. Jadelyn arched her back, pressing her breasts against his face as she slowly started to ease down over his cock. He was huge, and her pussy was so tight but thankfully very wet. She slid down just over the head and stopped again, imagining him bending her over the desk, smirking as she looked at him, her hips hovering over him, barely even halfway down his cock when she stopped. "tell me more, Frank..." she demanded, stroking her fingers through his hair.she raised her hips up, sliding back down to the same place, teasing him, not going any further until he either forced her down or begged her to fuck him. He moaned in frustration. "I wanted to take you anywhere and everywhere. Drag you into the locker room and make you suck my cock in the shower before raping you as you held the shower head and I held you up with just my cock." He growled, his eyes pleading with her, but as she giggled, teasing him, his eyes fill with a lustful fury."And now you're going to fucking bounce like the little slut you are." He hisses, his hands going to her ass and raising up and then smacking them down, thrusting his hips up as he forces her all the way down. Jadelyn grew wetter at his words, imagining all of those delightful scenarios that he had fantasized about, wishing that they could live them all. She saw his eyes fill with that fury and she cried out without warning as he slammed her down onto the full length of his huge cock. He filled her up, stretching her pussy, so unimaginably tight around him.her back arched backwards, her head rolling back as she moaned, feeling his hands gripping her hips as he forced her all the way down to the hilt of his cock, gasping softly as she adjusted to him, "yes, Frank...yes..." she slowly raised herself, and slid back down, wanting to tease him more by going painfully slow, wanting to drive him over the edge. Her sharp cry, her soft mewlings, her breath words were like fire on his skin, his hands squeezing her ass hard as he let her tease him. "Fuck you're cruel." He gasps, but the way his chest heaves with desire, she can tell he wouldn't want it any other way, his hips thrusting up at random intervals to give her that full feeling."Come on Miss Hart." He said sardonically, letting his voice emphasize the Miss. "Bounce on my cock like the slutty little whore of a teacher that you are." He hissed giving her ass a smack. Jadelyn was encouraged by his words and that slap on her ass. She set her hands on his shoulders as a brace and then lifted up her hips, slamming back down on him. She didn't take it easy on him anymore, rolling her hips over his cock, grinding down on him, bouncing on him just as he wanted, epitomizing sex goddess as she fucked him, moaning each time his cock filled her up, "you like that? you like it when your teacher fucks you?" she managed to moan, gasping softly as she rode him hard and fast, already feeling another orgasm building.She moved one of his hands from her hip, directing it to her clit, guiding his hand with her own to rub her clit as she bounced on him, moaning louder. He moaned loudly as she braced herself, slamming her hips down on his, his face leaning forward to suckle on a hard proffered nipple, nipping it as his hands smacked her ass."Yesss Miss Hart. Fuck me. Fuck your student." He growled, his hand smacking her ass with each bounce of her perfect lush body on his. His hand letting itself be guided down to her hard little nub, forcing the heel of his palm against it, pushing it in against her clit. "Cum for me." He growled frigging her clit faster and faster. "Cum on my cock you hot little slut." He hissed. Jadelyn rolled her head back again, moaning as she bounced hard and deep on him rhythmically, feeling his hot mouth on her perfect breast, excited by each slap of her ass.He rubbed her clit "yeah rub my clit..." she moaned and immediately she came, a gutteral cry escaping her lips, her muscles clenching around his cock, her thrusts becoming almost frantic as she felt her juices further lubricating their fucking, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly, "OH Frank, yes! God you're so big!" "Yea you like my big fat cock in your cunt?" He hisses, his hand smacking her ass harder and harder as her pussy clamps down on his length, so close to cumming himself, but he grits his teeth, steeling himself, determined not to cum just yet.He frigs her pussy slowly as she comes off her orgasmic high. Grinning his hands grasp her hips and he stands, holding her with his hands as his cock jerks inside her spasming pussy. He takes her and puts her on the desk, but then twists her hips so that's she bent over, her breasts pushing against the table."I told you I was going to rape your hot little body with you bent over your desk." He growls, giving her ass a smack as he starts to saw his cock ever so slowly in and out of her, teasing her like she did him. Jadelyn moaned again, nodding, "yes, god yes I love your fat cock, filling me up" she moaned in response. She gasped a bit as he stood up, feeling his cock jerking inside of her, making her writhe against him.Her eyes opened as he twisted her around, forcing her to bend over her desk again. She gripped the sides of the desk as she stretched out before his eyes, her breasts pressed almost painfully against the wood, bouncing with each slow thrust.You can't rape the willing, and she was definitely willing, but his words made her stomach tighten, even more turned on as he tells her that he's going to rape her while she's bent over her desk. She felt him teasing her, moving slowly in and out of her aching cunt, moaning for him and him alone. "Beg." He husked, giving her ass a sharp hard smack. "Beg for me to fuck you over your own desk." He hissed, giving her ass another smack as he pushed his cock forward letting it bury inside her the entire way before pulling all the way out, letting his head inside to tease her as he bent over to nip and suckle her smooth back. "Frank" she moaned, gripping her desk tightly as he slid slowly in and out of her tight pussy, "please fuck me. I want to feel your throbbing cock pounding into me, claiming me, bending me to your will over my desk..." She moaned as she nipped at her back, spreading her legs a bit more for him, "please...""pull my hair, fuck me hard, make your slut teacher scream, Frank," She pushed her hips backward against him, her ass cheeks red from the spanks. He grinned and his hand went to her long silky sweet smelling locks. Twirling his hand in her hair, he then grasped it pulling on it. Hard enough to make her jerk and arch her back, forcing his cock deeper inside her, but gentle enough that it was only pleasure she felt."Scream for me." He hissed. His hips starting to rut forward as he impaled his cock again and again in her tight clenching pussy. Jadelyn's moans grew into screams of pure pleasure as he pounded into her pussy, tightening her muscles, making her even tighter around his throbbing, huge cock. She gripped her desk tightly as she rocked back and forth with each thrust, her back bent and her head back as he tugged on her hair. the movement made her feel like a whore, but she loved it. She couldn't even deny that no matter what he did to her, she was incredibly turned on.She screamed again, forgetting that if anyone was left in the building, they would no doubt hear her. She gasped for breath, her head still tilted backward as he tugged on her hair again. She shut her eyes, "i'm gonna cum again Frank..." she groaned, reaching a hand down to caress her own clit as he continued to fuck her. His one hand kept a tight grip on her silky hair, the other came down and swatted her hand away, taking its place to rub her hard little clit, using the pads of his index and middle finger, rubbing them back and forth over the hard little nub. He moaned loudly and lewdly, her hot little cunt gripping him even tighter than before. "Cum for me. Cum for your student while he shoots his hot seed inside you." He growls.And as she cums, he roars his lustful approval, shooting his hips forward as his fingers press down on her clit, his cock convulsing inside her, twitching and then bursting forth as jet after jet of his cum coats her soaking pussy. Jadelyn screamed his name as he pressed on her clit, making her hips buck against him as she came, feeling him cumming deep inside of her at the same time. her pussy tightened around him as she came, panting softly as he buried himself to the hilt.She moaned softly as her orgasm slowly subsided a few long moments later, and she collapsed against her desk raggedly, gasping for breath as she lay there beneath him, utterly exhausted but she had never felt so delightfully satisfied. it was even more delightful to know that it was a student who had brought her all these intense orgasms. He pulled her up, his hands on her shoulders as he slipped out of her, finally, mercifully, his over stimulated length deflated as he pulled her in for an absolute scorcher of a kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as his hands went to her hips, pulling her against him. Jadelyn groaned in protest as he made her stand up, her whole body aching from their fucking, but she leaned against him and kissed him again deeply, amazed that a student could do such incredible things to her. she wished it didn't have to end... He smiled into the kiss, pushing his lips against hers. His tongue flicking over her tender, sweet lips, again loving the taste of peaches. "Mmm I should go." He says softly, almost forlornly. Stroking her hair, he pulls away and gets his clothing around. "We'll do this again soon." He husks, more a command than an offer as he strokes her cheek before departing. Eager for their next encounter. Jadelyn was breathless as he left here there alone in her classroom, naked. She wasn't old, she was at most in her mid-twenties, straight into teaching from completing her schooling, but he had made her feel 18 again. She brushed her dark hair from her pretty face and got dressed, going home for the evening.A few days passed without word or mention of what had happened between her and Frank, going back to treating each other as they had before. She accepted that it was a one-time thing, but didn't stop her idle teasing, wearing clothes that showed off her perfect womanly body. She was sitting at her desk the day of the big game, wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse, another pair of ridiculously high black heels.School was over for the day and she was grading papers at her desk, wondering if she should try to go to the game tonight or not. He slipped in from the hallway, having checked to make sure that everything was clear. He had two hours before he had to be at the field, all his necessities stashed in his locker so that he could go from the school to the field. Clad in his red and black jersey, stretched over his muscled form, a pair of jeans completing the outfit, he clicked the door shut and let his eyes lock with hers as he locked it ominously. "Afternoon, Miss Hart." He husked softly. Jadelyn's head snapped up when he came in, a surprised look on her pretty face. "good afternoon, Frank. Shouldn't you be getting ready for the big game?" she asked softly, her stomach clenching at his husky tone. It was amazing how he could have such control over her already."What can I do for you?" She asked, twisting in her chair to look up at him, her shirt unbuttoned enough that he could see her cleavage and her black bra. He smiled lustfully down at her as he strode forward. "Oh that's not an issue." He says in an idle, conversational tone. Coming to a stop before her. "Matter of fact, I have all my things here in my locker, prepped and ready to go." He said shifting his weight from foot to foot, his dark blue eyes flicking to her full, high breasts."Matter of fact, I have..." and he stepped forward, his hand coming to cup her chin as he leaned down slowly, his lips nearly brushing hers. "Two hours to burn." He husked, and then let his tongue come swipe across her lips. "So the question is." He husked softer this time, his other hand grasping her wrist taking her small, smooth hand and forcing it to feel the massive bulge beneath his jeans "What canIdotoyou." Jadelyn sighed softly as he cupped her chin, feeling his lips brushing against hers. She let him move her hand to his crotch and she started to stroke him slowly without hesitation as she looked up at him, lust burning in her eyes. She felt herself already soaking wet and she smiled at him, knowing just what she wanted from him.But a moment later, the door to her classroom opened and in walked one of her students, Becky, dressed in her black and red cheerleading outfit, her skirt barely covering her bright red spankies. She bounded in, her dark brown hair with bleached streaks already up in a high ponytail at the back of her head, her eyes done up with red glitter that matched her full red lips, smirking at the two of them. She was pale skinned naturally but had a great tan, her body small and perky, the flier for the varsity cheer squad. She was bi-sexual, and she had had her suspicions about Frank and her favorite teacher, and she was pleased she had found them like this together, her eyes flicking down to see Miss Hart's hand on Frank's bulge. "Well," she said, "what have we here?" He grunts at precisely the wrong time, Becky already in the classroom as Jadelyn was stroking his length through his denim jeans. He pulls back as her words reach him, his dark blue eyes glaring over at her. They did a once over her lush body, but his eyes weren't filled with lust. "What do you want Becky?" He growled, knowing that things had already been compromised, pissed at the prospects of not being able to sate his lust with Miss Hart. Jadelyn turned slowly to look at Becky, gulping softly as she looked into Becky's gray eyes as she smirked at her. "What do I want, Frank? That should be a simple enough question to answer. I want to join in." Her voice was sultry but bubbly, ever the cheerleader spirit. She walked over to them, a natural bounce in her step as she stopped by the desk. She had had her eye on Miss Hart for months now, and Frank was hot too... it was the perfect situation, she couldn't be happier, and they couldn't refuse her."If you don't give me what I want, then I'll be forced to tell the principal, and I'm sure dear Miss Hart wouldn't appreciate that very much." Her eyes glittered in anticipation as she looked at the two of them, laughing at their stunned expressions. "well?" He looked down at his lover from just a week ago, wondering how Becky had caught on so soon. Sighing heavily he looked at Becky. She was obviously hot. Her tight cheerleading uniform pushing against her curves, her ass quite the talk of the lockerrooms. But he wanted Jadelyn more. But the thought, coming unbiden to his mind of the pair of them caused him to shudder involuntarily. Still he stood there looking down at her, his eyes soft and comforting as he tried to let her decide. Jadelyn's green eyes stared at Becky with stunned horror at the threat. SHe knew that she didn't have a choice, she couldn't refuse Becky what she wanted or she would lose her job...she would lose everything. She blushed a bit and glanced at Frank, not wanting him to see her fear. He could tell just by the look on his face though that he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea.Becky waited in silence as she watched them. she knew she had them wrapped around her finger. "I guess you've made your choice." She walked over to them behind the desk and slid a hand around Jadelyn's shoulders while she reached over to massage Frank's cock through his pants. "I want you to eat me out while he fucks you, Miss Hart..." she said, smirking a bit, wondering what their reaction would be. He clenches his teeth as her small hand comes to stroke his length, her other hand massaging the older woman's firmer, fuller breasts. "She still hasn't agreed." He growls, trying to hide his lustful desire for this scenario to play out behind his anger.But he could see her chest begin to heave under the younger girl's expert ministrations. Her hands long experienced from her other lustful encounters, her expertise evident as she worked over the both of them, him having to stfile a moan as he looked down at Jadelyn, his eyes blazing with lust. Becky turned her gaze back at Jadelyn, seeing how her young teacher reacted to having her breasts played with, smirking a bit, "I think that's answer enough for me..." she deftly unzipped Frank's pants without having to look at him, sliding her hand under his boxers, stroking him slowly as she looked down at their teacher."Come on Miss Hart. I know you want it. You look like the type of woman who likes being told what to do, but we'll start slow."Becky turned and yanked Frank's pants down around his ankles, letting his hard cock bounce out. She took jadelyn's hand and together they stroked his cock slowly. She knelt next to them, using one hand to move Jadelyn's face closer to Frank's cock, "let's give him head together, Miss Hart..." She said softly, pressing a gentle kiss against Jadelyn's lips, both of them stroking Frank. His hips jerked back as Becky's skilled young hand worked over his pants expertly, but slowly, ever so slowly they came back, his length pulsing with need. Her lustful words causing him to moan out, no longer able to keep his desires secret. At her proposal that they suck him together he groaned loudly, his chest heaving as his eyes locked with Jadelyn, trying to convey an apology but only succeeding in blasting her with a gaze of pure lust. It seemed, somehow, that Becky had Jadelyn pegged down to a T. and she wanted to pleasure Frank again, even if it came at the expense of having to have another person with her.Together in almost perfect unison, their two perfect mouths descended on Frank's throbbing cock, tongues swirling around up and down his cock, sucking occasionally, both of their hands instinctively stroking his balls at the same time. "Oh God." He moaned out, his hand going to their silky hair, urging the two lush figures beneath him onward. "Suck me you gorgeous sluts." He hissed, his eyes locking with Jadelyn, trying to convey his lustful desire for her and her alone. But the expert way that the pair of them was working over his full length, it was hard to concentrate, his hips thrusting forward, forcing his cock head into his older lover's mouth. Jadelyn took his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, moaning softly as she looked up at him. Becky's tongue moved down to his ball sack, taking one of his balls into her mouth expertly, massaging her tongue over the sensitive skin as her free hand reached took Frank's hand from her hair and moved it down between Jadelyn's legs and under her skirt.becky knew what she was doing as she played with her two new lovers, using Frank's hand to stroke her teacher's wet pussy through her panties as she and Jadelyn worked on Frank's package. His moans were constant now, looking down at the sight before him, his busty, but still lithe teacher taking his cock head inside her sucking mouth, as the hot, sultry cheerleader suckled his balls. His hand obediently following her direction, pulling Miss Hart's thong away under her skirt to jam two fingers inside her. "Cum for me Miss Hart." He husked. "Cum for me with my cock in your mouth and my fingers in your hot little cunt." He hissed. Jadelyn was already soaking wet as she felt Frank's fingers move her thong aside before sliding two fingers inside her tight pussy, moaning as she sucked his cock. One hand gripped his hip, but the other was tangled in Becky's hair, seeing her student sucking on Frank's balls, the two of them working to make him cum down Jadelyn's throat.Becky's hand joined Frank's, rubbing circles over Miss Hart's clit as Frank finger-fucked her, making Jadelyn writhe and moan, smirking at how much her teacher was enjoying herself. she opened her mouth wider, getting both of his balls into her mouth, rolling her tongue over his balls. It was all too much. If every nerve in his body had suddenly gone dead, the sheer eroticism of the sight before him would have made him cum eventually. But unfortunately, or fortunately rather, his nerves were very much alive with the stimulation these two sultry vixens were providing him.As Jadelyn writhed and moaned, her mouth vibrated and lapped at his cock, his full balls in the sauna of the hot little cheerleaders mouth. "Gonna cum gonna cum." He hissed, pulling out from Miss Hart's mouth, taking his hand to Becky's hair, yanking her from his balls so that his cock head was set in the middle between their sucking mouths. His lust burst forth like a dam breaking, jet after jet of his copious seed spurting forth. Instinctively, both of the girls leaned in against the head of his cock, lapping at the head, their tongues twisting around each other's as he came, licking up his cum.when he had stopped cumming, Jadelyn sat back, blinking slowly at Becky, knowing that the young cheerleader wasn't done with them yet. "Frank, lay down on the floor on your back." She gave him a stern look, pointing at the thin carpet beneath them, "now.""Now, Miss Hart, you're going to ride him, fuck him until he cums again while he eats me out." Becky grinned at them, her gray eyes glittering with delight and anticipation. She knew her teacher was wet enough now for this, and she wanted to watch them fuck while getting eaten out, at least for the first position. Maybe Frank would be able to think of another position halfway through. At her stern command he bowed his head and groaned. Knowing what was coming he obediently shucked the rest of his clothing, his hard length bobbing as he laid back on the carpet, his hand going to stroke his length as he looked over at the pair of them, the traces of his seed dripping lightly from their full lips.At Becky's demands of his sultry teacher he let out a harsh moan, his eyes going to Jadelyn's trying to convey just how much he desired her at that moment. Jadelyn nodded slightly and stood up to walk to him, but Becky stopped her. "Strip first."Jadelyn's eyes locked with Frank's as she unbuttoned her shirt slowly and discarded it on the floor, her breasts in her bra looking so inviting. Her skirt came down next, followed by her bra and her thong, her eyes never leaving his. Becky smirked and only slipped off her spankies, walking over to frank.She directed Jadelyn to straddle Frank's hips, positioning his cock at her teacher's entrance before Becky straddled his face, knowing he wouldn't be able to watch Miss Hart bouncing on him, but she didn't care. she was perfectly shaved so Frank shoudln't have any problem eating her out. He lightly stroked his length, his hand shucking up and down the thick, long cock, his eyes on Jadeyln as she stripped, his breath coming faster as her nude body, the delight of his gaze came forth. "God you're even more beautiful the first time I saw you naked." He husked at her.As the heat of his teacher's pussy brushed above his cock, he let out another moan, his hand releasing his cock as he stared up at his gorgeous teacher, but his vision was soon covered by the red skirt of Becky. Growling in lustful frustration, his hands go and latch to her hips, yanking her down onto his stiff waiting tongue. Jadelyn looked down at frank- she couldn't help be disappointed that it couldn't just be the two of them. She loved having his eyes on her, watching her, telling her what he wanted her to do, and now there was someone in the way of that. She sighed but it was full of lust as she slowly sank down on his cock. She was tight but already wet from having his fingers in her, he slid in with relative ease until she was sitting on him with his entire cock forced all the way into her.She moaned, and paused there for a minute, just rocking her hips back and forth, grinding down on him.Becky watched her teacher impaling herself on Frank's long cock and grinned, gasping softly as Frank pulled her down, letting out a sweet moan of her own as his tongue brushed against her soft waiting folds. Her eyes fluttered shut, her moans mixing with Miss hart's, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw Jadelyn leaning back onto her palms, raising her hips, sliding off of Frank's hard cock and then slamming back down, her large breasts bouncing with each movement, and Becky couldn't help but reach out and touch her teacher, giving another shuddering moan at Frank's tongue. He groaned lustfully up into the sweet teenager's pussy as he felt the familiar feeling of Miss Hart's pussy wrapping around his length. Shuddering with a lustful moan, he thrust his face up further, stiffening his tongue to penetrate the hot little seductress that'd forced his teacher now lover into this scenario.But as Jadelyn started to grind her hips in that perfect back and forth motion he loved, he couldn't help but pull back from the sopping cunt above his lips to husk, "So.. so good. Fuck me Miss Hart. Fuck your student." He hissed, his hips rocketing up to meet her thrusts, his hands suddenly grasping the hips of Becky and yanking her down further as he went wild, the combined effect of having two gorgeous creatures atop him overwhelming his senses. Jadelyn continued to thrust on top of him, bouncing up and down, moaning loudly as she did as Becky watched her, the two of them groaning together. Jadelyn roamed her hands over Frank's stomach as he told her to fuck him, loving when he spoke like that to her and she did what he said, riding him hard and fast.Becky writhed on top of him as he pulled her down, feeling his tongue rapidly stroking her, bringing her close to climaxing already. She leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Jadelyn's shoulders, bringing her in for a deep kiss, the two of them making out on top of Frank as Jadelyn ground her hips into his. He felt his abs mold to the smooth touch of his teacher and groaned again, thrusting his hips up into the impossibly tight channel of Miss Hart. Her hips bouncing faster and more forceful at his words. It aroused him to no end to know that he had such power of his gorgeous older lover.He heard the short gasps and soft moans of the pair of them suddenly stop, to be replaced by the hot, lustful, unmistakable sound of two gorgeous women kissing. Moaning he jabbed his tongue at Becky's clit, his hips rutting up into Jadelyn's clenching pussy as he growled underneath the cheerleader's skirt. "Gonna cum... gonna... cum." He panted, his words swiftly silenced as he jammed his tongue up Becky as far as it would go, his nose pressing against her clit as his hands roughly yanked her down. Jadelyn gasped and tensed up as she kissed Becky, her muscles clenching around Frank's cock, knowing that she was going to cum as soon as he did, feeling his seed spilling into her would drive her over the edge. She kissed Becky deeper as the girl reached down to stimulate Jadelyn's clit more as Becky moaned into her mouth, close to cumming as well.Frank's tongue was talented, he knew just what to do and Becky's moans grew louder and more high pitched, gasping, and as he jammed his tongue into her, she came, screaming against Jadelyn's lips. It was all too much. Knowing that the two vixens, one older more mature, more sensual, the other perky and sultry, were making out atop him, feeling his gorgeous teacher's pussy grip him ever so tightly with each bounce of her hips, tasting the sweet nectar of the hot little woman atop his face, he growled and came.His hands went from the hips of Becky to Jadelyn's grasping them roughly and yanking her down at the exact moment his hips arched up, his cock exploding as he poured his steaming seed inside her. Jadelyn screamed into Becky's mouth as Frank yanked her down onto his arched hips, feeling him cumming inside of her, and she came with him, her muscles clamping down on him, her whole body shuddering.After they came down from their climax, becky slid off of Frank's face to sit on the floor, panting softly, looking perfectly satisfied, and Jadelyn fell against Frank's chest, laying against him as she tried to catch her breath. As Becky slid off his face, his eyes went to Jadelyn's, his dark blue orbs full of lust and desire as she bent over him, her firm breasts pushing against his chest. One hand massaging a pert ass cheek as the other went to her back, caressing idly with his fingertips as he pulls her down to him, his lips pressing against hers warmly. His cock still impossibly hard inside her, giving her a small thrust as his tongue slips past her lips. Becky smirked as she watched them as Jadelyn returned the kiss he gave her. Jadelyn couldn't help but roll her hips against his as he thrust up a bit into her with his still hard cock, stroking her fingers through his hair. She absolutely adored Frank, and it surprised her, but she couldn't deny how he made her feel. He grunted into the kiss. Moaning as she rocked her hips, he pulls his lips from hers for the briefest of moments. "I think it's time we showed her whose boss." He husks against Jadelyn's ear. Slowly letting her dismount, he stands and looks over at Becky."You wanted the full treatment, well now you're going to get it." He growls and rushes to her, picking her up and pinning both of her wrists to either side of her head, his lips plastering themselves to hers as his massive length presses against the young girl's smooth thigh. Jadelyn sat on the floor as she smirked, watching Frank with Becky.Becky looked up just as Frank rushed upon her, yanking her to her feet and pinning her hands above her head with a surprised gasp. But she wasn't surprised long, smirking at how he thought that he was in control of her. She did a little jump and wrapped her legs around his hips, grinding against him, leaning in to bite his neck hard. He grunted as he felt her soaked pussy brush up against the head of his cock. Growling at her impudent little smirk his hands freed her wrists going down to cup her ass. "Clear the table Jadelyn." He husked, commanding her. When it was clear, he carried the little minx to the table setting her on her back. "Grab her wrists." He ordered Jadelyn, his eyes blazing with lust down at the sultry cheerleader. Jadelyn did as he said, getting up quickly, swiping the desk clear of everything she had on it, not caring that everything fell to the floor in a completely haphazard way. She watched as Frank twisted Becky around, laying her down on the desk.Becky smirked up at Frank, moaning softly as he pushed her onto the desk, telling her hot teacher to pin her wrists down, which was a complete turn on for her. She felt Miss Hart's petite hands wrap around her wrists, pinning them to the desk above her head. "Show me you're a man, Frank," Becky said almost mockingly, challenging him as she ground her pussy against his hips. "Oh I don't think so. Not yet anyway you little slut." He husks down at her. He bends down, his lips swiftly working over her throat as his eyes are locked with Jadelyn's. "First. First you're going to beg like the hot little bitch you are." He growls. And then yanks her skirt down, lifting her tight red top in the next motion, his lips licking the valley between her perky young breasts, teasing them as his hand comes and cups her steaming pussy.Grinding the palm back and forth as his lips come and suckle on one of her hard little nipples. His eyes constantly locked with his teacher's as he works the young little thing over. Becky gasped softly as he practically tore her skirt from her athletic body, groaning as he exposed her perfect breasts. They were smaller than Miss Hart's, but they were perky and soft, just waiting to be touched. She archs up against his tongue as he licked between her breasts, twisting her hips against his hand. "Oh Frank... Frank, just fuck me already," she groaned, having no intention of begging him further than that. She ground against him as much as she could, watching him with her smokey eyes.Jadelyn looked down at the two of them as she kept Becky's wrists pinned and for some reason, couldn't help but be turned on. She wanted to watch Frank and Becky together, though she did prefer the thought of Frank fucking her instead. She felt a slight pang of jealousy, seeing her two students together, but she didn't stop them, feeling herself getting wet again as she watched Frank licking Becky's young breasts and stroking her cunt, hearing the girl's soft groans. He jammed his middle and ring finger up the hot little vixen's cunt, thrusting them in and out as his other things pushed against her full pussy lips. "You're going to have to do better than that." He husked. Looking up at Miss Hart, his eyes locked with hers as he leaned forward plastering his lips to hers as his tongue swiped at them. The taste of strawberries made him moan as he kissed her further, pressing in deeper, forcing his fingers even deeper into Becky as a result. Becky gasped and felt her back bend up against him as he thrust two fingers into her, letting out a soft moan, her legs instinctively spreading wider for him. she had had sex before but none of those times had been nearly as erotic as this was for her. She pushed her hips against his hand, moaning at each stroke of her pussy, suddenly lost in the passion, begging him for more, "FranK! Oh god yes right there, AH!" she panted softly, opening her eyes to see Frank kissing Miss Hart and she moaned again.Jadelyn kept Becky pin despite how she tugged on her arms as Frank fingered her, feeling her body jolt as he shoved his fingers into her student over and over. She leaned into the kiss above Becky's head, opening her mouth for his tongue to slide in, vaguely tasting Becky's cum on his tongue, moaning at the taste. His fingers inside Becky crooked and twisted this way and that, searching out her button to set her off. Finding it he took time from his steaming kiss with Jadelyn to look down evilly at Becky. And then he was thrusting his fingers directly at her G-Spot, his hand pressing against her clit at the same time as his he opened his mouth wide for Miss Hart, his tongue coming out and playing with hers directly over Becky. Becky tried to hold back a scream as he finger-fucked her, stroking her g-spot as if he knew exactly where to touch her and she bucked against his hand, "Fuck me, Frank, goddammit, fuck me please" She gasped and rolled her head back, watching their tongues playing together and she cried out, "i'm gonna cum!"Jadelyn's hands tightened around Becky's wrists, pausing from the kiss to lean down and take one of Becky's nipples in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the pert pink bud, sucking on her breast with a soft groan, knowing that Frank would love to see that. She was so horny as she watched them together, hearing their moans. Thrusting his fingers faster and harder, her pleas only turning him on further, he locked eyes with Jadelyn and whimpered in unsated lust as she pulled away. But as her full lips descended to caress the other girl's nipple he moaned.Swiftly going to his knees before the girl, his eyes still on Jadelyn's, he plastered his mouth around Becky's cunt, sucking lewdly around his fingers, wordlessly commanding her to cum right into his mouth for the second time that day. Jadelyn reached between her legs as she sucked on Becky's pert nipple, stroking her own pussy slowly, moaning against Becky's chest as she watched Frank go to his knees.Becky moaned again, one hand now free to tangle in Frank's hair, crying out as he descended on her cunt, panting, cumming only a second later with a sweet scream, her body writhing on the desk, feeling her wetness spilling from her lips and into his mouth. "God Frank that's so amazing...fuck me please...please god fuck me." She arched up against Jadelyn's mouth, loving the feeling of both of their mouths on her, unable to think of anything beyond what they were doing to her small body. He stood then, his face coated in the girl's juices, grinning down at her panting submissive form. "Maybe." He husked down at her teasingly as his long strong arms came to Jadelyn's hips, squeezing them with his fingers as he yanked her close, kissing her, making her taste her other student's juices. The yank of her hips placing her pussy right above the horny cheerleader's mouth."Eat her." He growled down, as his hands went to Becky's hips, pulling them to the edge of the desk, his cock head lined up with her still spasming cunt. Taking his length in his hand he stroked the bulbous head up and down her tight slit, and then thrust forward, embedding half of his massive length inside her with one sharp thrust, moaning loudly as his lips went to Miss Hart's throat. Jadelyn kissed Frank as he pulled her forward, and she crawled onto the desk, lowering her hips over Becky's face as the young girl gladly stuck out her tongue and ran it along her teacher's folds. Becky moaned against her teacher's cunt, grabbing her legs to keep her in place as she began to lick and suck, groaning again.She felt Frank's cock between her legs, so ready for him as he stroked her lips at first and then shoved into her. she moaned loudly again, gasping and writhing in pleasure. He grunted into his kiss with Jadelyn, his breath hot and panting as he started to burrow his cock deeper inside the writhing young girl beneath them. His one hand holding her hips in place as the other came out to cup a firm breast of Miss Hart. The fingers lifting the breast as the thumb swirled the nipple, moaning as he pulled back and thrust into Becky again, her pussy squeezing him ever so perfectly. Becky moaned loudly against Miss Hart's cunt, her tongue lashing against her clit as she reached up and slid two fingers into her tight hole, finger fucking her slowly as she attacked her clit relentlessly. She moaned as Frank shoved himself deep into her, wrapping her legs around his hips, urging him further, "Fuck me hard, Frank" she demanded before going back to her teacher's clit, hearing her beautiful moans...arched up on top of Becky. He bent and his lips suckled hard on the cupped breast his tongue swirling over his teacher's tit, her moans at the hands and mouth of Becky sending him with , his thrusts going harder and harder as Becky's thighs gripped him tightly. Grunting with each thrust against the nipple, his hand on her hip going down to rub her hard little clit back and forth with each thrust, his cock pulsing with lustful hunger inside her. Jadelyn gasped, leaning back, pressing her breasts against Frank's mouth as he latched onto her as Becky continued to lick her clit, feeling her adding another finger which only made her feel that more amazing, feeling herself being stretched and worked, "Oh god...Im so close," she groaned.Becky smirked against her teacher's dripping pussy and let out another moan of her own as Frank jacked in and out of her as he rubbed her own clit, writhing in pleasure, already on the verge of cumming again. "Cum for me Miss Hart." He husked, his hand going from her breast to join Becky's at her clit, rubbing his thumb lewdly against her hard little button. "I want my slutty little teacher to cream all over that hot little slut's face." He husked, his lips going to hers with a groan, feeling that Becky was close as well, his palm pressed hard against her clit as he jack hammered his cock faster and faster inside her. Jadelyn knew that as soon as he started talking dirty to her that she wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. she shivered, and then came hard with a scream feeling Becky's fingers working relentlessly in her hole with her tongue and Frank's thumb playing with her clit. Her whole body spasmed as she came, her juices spilling down Becky's face.Becky moaned and tried to lick it all up as she stroked Jadelyn through her orgasm, but most of it ended up on her face, which only stood to push her closer to the edge, her own pussy spasming around Frank's cock as he fucked her hard and fast. He was so close, so very close, he pulled from Miss Hart's mouth, half to hear her moan fully as she came, half to grit his teeth to steel himself, knowing that he couldn't hold back for much longer. "Cum Becky. Cum you little slut. Fucking naughty whore, needing two people just to get you off." He growled slamming his hips forward, the heel of his palm digging into her clit as her tight little cunny gripped him so tight. Jadelyn removed herself from Becky's face, sitting next to her head on the desk, watching her writhe, her face glistening with Miss Hart's juices. Becky gripped Frank's hips, her eyes shut tightly as she cried out, both of the girls turned on by Frank's words, and as he slammed into her harder, grinding his palm against her clit, she screamed and came, her muscles clamping down even tighter around his hard, throbbing cock, cumming hard. He groaned, his cock pulsing with need, slamming it home, his head pressing against her hard little bundle of nerves inside her, the head exploding with desire as it came, jet after jet of his cum rocketing forth against the hot little cheerleaders g-spot. His eyes locked with Jadelyn's as his hand pulled her in for a scorcher of a kiss. Jadelyn leaned into the kiss happily, stroking his cheek as they kissed and smirked as she felt both of them cum together. Becky's tight body shook with her orgasm, all but screaming, and Frank's grunts were so hot.Becky finally fell back against the desk, panting heavily, her eyes shut. That had been way better than she had thought it would be. She licked her lips, licking off the remainder of her teacher's juices, and slowly looked up at them, "god that was fucking amazing..." she groaned.

School Days (Oneofakiind & TBB)

Blue Blood Is Thicker Than Water __Qt-Pollydactle__

It had been two years since Cecil Marsden had set foot on this estate. Despite having to attend university in a different country he had always found time to come back during the holidays. Last year he had decided to do a lot of cramming in attempt to finish his PhD earlier resulting him missing out on coming back. Despite the fact that it was just him and his sister now, he had enjoyed spending time with her. Their mother had died years ago due to a sudden illness and since their father had remarried again he hadn't had much time to come over, choosing to split his time between the children of his former marriage and his current wife, who was in fact not much older than Cecil himself.The Marsden family had rose to prominence during the roaring twenties, and despite the depression that followed was able to regain most of their wealth during the recovery and continued to expand their wealth empire during the subsequent decades. Even if his father's focus was not on Cecil and his sister right now, they still had no money issues, they still had an estate that would fit several families, enough money to get whatever they wanted. Of course money couldn't get them everything, money couldn't get Cecil to live outside the shadow of his father's shadow and it sure couldn't get him the inheritance that was currently mostly tipped towards his elder half siblings. He had a lot of opinions about how dysfunctional his family was but in order to finish his study and not be distracted he had left that aside, now that he was done he had planned to do something about it. That would come second, first he wanted to meet and spend sometime with someone he had missed the most: his sister.He looked up at the gates as the taxi had dropped him off. He totally could have called one of the attendants in the house to pick him up, but then his arrival wouldn't be a surprise. He stepped out of the car and moved passed the already opened gates. Reaching the large door to the entrance of the house he pulled out his key to open the door pushing it open. One of the house staff cleaning the floor looked startled until she realized who it was that just entered.Cecil was a quite tall, and even though he had spent a lot of time to make sure his body was fit he would still be considered on the thin side, his blue eyes constantly scanning for things to inspect and now had settled on the young woman sweeping the floors. He had short light brown hair and a boyish but handsome face. He wore a rather casual set of clothes, a blue turtle neck and a pair of black jeans, his bag slung over his right shoulder."Master Cecil..." She called out obviously not prepared to see his sudden return. "Good afternoon, we... didn't know of your...""It's okay." His voice rather soft as he could see she was already a little distraught by his presence. "I didn't tell anyone."She walked over to take the bag away from his shoulder and he had let her do that, though not before pulling out a box from it. "I'll notify the other staff." She said."Don't just yet." He had stopped her. "Is my sister present?" He asked."Yes she is, in the gardens.""Notify the staff after I see her, I don't want your movements to tip her off." He said before making his way to the gardens, he wasn't trying to sneak up on her so surely she'd be able to hear his footsteps as he get inside it, he did miss his sister a lot, and he wondered how much she would have changed during his two year absence. It was a beautiful day out, just starting to get warmer out, the garden blossoming after a cold winter. Sara walked along the garden path, just enjoying some sun.Sara Marsden was the youngest of the Marsden family at 18 years old, just fresh out of high school. She had also blossomed into quite the beautiful young woman, capturing attention with both her beauty and charm. Since he had last seen her, she had grown a lot, in both her personality and her appearance. The sister he remembered hadn’t been shy by any means, but she was still a little immature, a little awkward, still a girl. It was evident now that she was growing into a woman.It was finally getting warm out, so she was dressed in a light sundress, tight at the waist and flaring out in a very feminine way. She liked to look polished, particularly given her very strong online following. She had some light make-up on as well, and her long blonde hair was worn down, cascading curls around her shoulders. The dress had a v-neck, showing off her ample cleavage. It looked like her breast size had always been a little late to the game, going from pretty much flat chested to having a good hand full. She liked that particular change the most.In her first year out of school, Sara was taking a year off as she decided her next steps. College? Try to work for her family? She had some options, but right now really she was more interested in spending time with her friends, building her influence… she could figure the rest out later. It wasn’t like she was much of an academic, and she didn’t need the money urgently. So… she kept her social life busy, meanwhile her genius brother was off becoming more and more of a brainiac.Sara stopped when she thought she heard something, turning her head at the sound of footsteps. Looking up it took her a moment to realize who she was seeing, her green eyes staring for just a moment before a huge smile spread across her face. “Cecil!!!” she screamed, immediately launching herself at her brother. She threw herself at him, holding him tight.After squeezing him tight she pulled herself away to look at him again, almost as if se had to convince herself he was really there. “Oh my god! But… Cecil, you didn’t tell me you were coming! Oh, it’s so good to see you” she said joyfully, hugging him tight again.Sara loved her brother more than anyone. It felt like really regarding family, it was just the two of them, maybe their dad, but he had others competing for his attention. After they lost their mom, she felt like he was the closest family she had. Growing up she had always admired him, and the past two years she had missed him horribly. It had been two years and approaching the garden he was actually feeling a little anxious. He was excited to see her of course, but it had been two years. While he hadn't changed he wondered if she had. They were quite close together before, especially since their mother's death but they had parted for quite some time. He found himself clenching the box in his hand a little tighter. And the present that she had gotten her. He didn't want to come back empty handed, but despite the time they had spent together he didn't know if she'd like it. Cecil knew exactly why, he just wasn't so good at picking up on peoples expressions and understanding them. The fact that the entirety of his life people had been just deferring to him didn't help. Growing up he was in a wealthy family doted on by others, in school he was a start student on top of being from his prestigious family. In university he had been a favourite of many professors based on his talents alone. Many said it was hard work but Cecil knew, his intelligence was like his wealth, something he was born into, something he never had to work for. But he knew that to head this family, he would have to work for that. He also wanted his sister to be on the same page as him, even if she was much younger and perhaps didn't understand the whole thing, he wanted her fully on his side. Whether it would happen, he was uncertain. He shook his head a little, he was worrying a little too much. Of course she'd welcome him back.His concerns vanished when she had seen him and rushed over to him. Cecil could hardly contain his smile as he wrapped his arms around her. "I wanted it to be a surprise." He said as he hugged her as tightly as she hugged against him. "It's been too long. I just wanted to finish whatever I was doing so I can come back for good." He said. He couldn't believe how much she had changed. His sister had always been pretty in his eyes. But back then she was just a girl. Now, especially feeling her body against his, he realized that she had grown into a very attractive woman. It was the kind of prettiness that he almost pained him to look at. It was perfection. He felt his heart beat quicker, and a feeling that he had never felt in front of her before: arousal.He had let her go after what seemed like an eternity with her in his arms. He reluctantly let her go. "Turn around... I've got a present for you." He smiled as he reached to open his box, but away from her line of sight to help her do up the diamond necklace he had commissioned for her before his return. "I really wasn't sure what you liked and you know if I asked it would ruin the surprise." He said as he finally got it done, only to realize that there was no mirrors nearby and he didn't bring a mirror for her to check it out. "How have you been all this time?" He asked her. He still couldn't believe just how she looked now, and further confused by how he now felt about her. Sara was so happy to see him, her face lighting up even more as he spoke. "Back for good? Like... starting now?" She asked him, giddy with excitement, practically bouncing with joy in front of him. It had been a little lonely without him, not that she hadn't found plenty of people to surround herself with. Sure, she had plenty of friends, and then there was the staff of the house, many of which she had known so long they were practically family. They kept her company, but they weren't blood, they didn't share that same deep connection that she had with her beloved brother."A present?" she said, smiling before she did as he asked, turning around so that her back was to him. He went to put the necklace on, and she pulled her hair out of the way once she realized what he was doing, gathering the blonde curls so he would have access to her soft neck. Her hand moved up to touch it, feeling the cool chain. Looking down she could see part of the necklace, the diamonds glistening. "It looks beautiful, I can't wait to see it in a mirror" she said, turning to face him again. "Thank you, Cecil! It's such a nice gift" she said, and she couldn't help herself but give him another hug. Having him back was truly the best gift of all."I've been good, just kind of getting things figured out, trying to decide what I want out of my life. You know... the little things" she laughed, shrugging her shoulders. "I'll get here... and you, big shot... Are you a doctor now, then? Should I start calling you Doc?" she said with a smile, proud of his accomplishments. "Oh.. I'm due to discuss taking over one of his tech businesses, I'm sure with a PhD and good recommendations from all my professors, it'll be easy. But yes I will be staying here and I will be with you. I do miss you dearly Sara." He said to her as she asked regarding him staying here. He could see that she was happy to see him, and certainly he wanted to make up for the lost time they had when they were apart. His newfound emotions though... was something that did bother him a little. He wasn't sure just want to make of them yet. Maybe he was just a little too excited, maybe a little deprived of sex for him to get aroused by her? He tried to play it off for himself."I'm glad you like it. I was really afraid you wouldn't be into such things." He smiled, she seemed to like it a lot. Cecil knew he was never good in relationships, though most of his exes did adore the money he could spend on them and just the association with him. He never had to really work for their attraction and yet of course none of that mattered in front of Sara. He didn't know why he started to care so much for what she thought of him. He had never done that, not ever did he even care for what his father thought of him, though his perfect grades and quick thinking had always garnered approval from his father. He hugged her again when she had threw her arms around him, feeling another rush of arousal in him. What was becoming of him?"Well I don't think I'd like being called Doc." He smirked at her. "But strangely enough coming from your mouth? It sounds good. You can call me that if you want my dear." He said, loving the attention that she was giving him. "I'll need to clean myself up and I am starving. Do you mind if we have a bit of an early dinner tonight?" He asked. "I got a lot I want to catch up with you on." He said, he should have waited until they had all the time together once he wasn't in this state but he couldn't contain himself right now. "What have you been up to lately? I'm really sorry I haven't been keeping any tags on you even though I know you're quite active on the internet." He said, he pulled out his... obviously it was too late to start searching for her now, not when she was right here in front of him. Sara laughed “Okay, I will, when the mood suits me” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before she stepped back again. “What ever you want. You can go ahead and clean up, settle in a little bit, I can arrange dinner and we can just have a relaxed night in” she told him, already pulling out her phone to send a text to the friends she had plans with that night. “So, what do you want to eat? Pat’s food is still as delicious as ever” she said with a smile, of course referencing their long time chef, serving them tasty food for years.“That’s okay, you have been busy” she assured him. If he had been more active online, he would have known that she did have quite the following. Instagram was her friend, like so many other young women her age. She liked being social, enjoyed feeling like she had an audience. She had now gotten enough followers that she had even been approached by companies to form partnerships, where she would promote their products and she would get paid. She didn’t really need the money, so she hadn’t yet agreed, but it was flattering all the same. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. I have a lot of followers, just kind of blogging my day I guess” she said with a shrug. “I’ve helped Dad with some of his charities and organizing big events, so that’s been keeping me. I’m going to go back to school, too, but I haven’t been able to decide what for yet." The kiss on his cheek surprised him when it shouldn't. They had done that a lot to each other in the past but now he wasn't just thinking about a kiss on the cheek, he was thinking what it would be like to taste her lips against his, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He forced himself to stop thinking about it as he leaned over to give her a peck on her cheek as well. "I'll be quick. I just didn't think it'll be a good idea for me to be in your presence when I'm in such a filthy state." He joked."Have Pat make some of those chicken rolls, I've been dying to have some of that again." He licked his lips, as much about the chicken as it was when his eyes focused on Sara's own lips, they never looked so delicious."I see. Well you can add another follower in me once I'm done. I really haven't used much of anything during uni, the little communication I did was simply to coordinate about projects." He clearly going out his way to socialize during his university years, but it wasn't like he wanted to by the looks of it. He dashed off to shower once they got out of the garden.By the time they met again in the dining room, gone were the casual clothes as he had replaced it with a nice fitting dress shirt and a pair of black trousers, his hair nicely gelled and combed. He somehow wanted to look perfect for his sister, even if they weren't seeing anyone."So... what kind of things interest you? You do have a choose a major for university. Though seeing how many followers you have, I could argue you wouldn't need the degree for much." He said, surprised by how popular she was. But then again, she was a Marsden daughter and while his family had never been celebrities (and they were better off for it), they were well known. Sara had also the look that so many girls would envy. While they talked the food was served up as the two sat opposite each other in the dining room. "You know I don't care about that... but I'm sure you're tired and want to freshen up. Take your time" she told him with a gracious smile. If he was truly here to stay, then they had all the time in the world. The kiss on her cheek had her heart racing for just a moment, reminding her of just what she had thought of him for so long, how she had not only looked up to him, but had also had a huge crush on him. He was smart, attractive, kind... everything she would want in a man. In fact, she had always been choosy with her boyfriends for that very reason, comparing them all to her perfect older brother.When he went off to his room, she went to the kitchen to speak with Pat, alerting other staff to her brothers arrival as well, though it seemed for the most part word had already spread. chicken rolls were on the menu, as well as a tasty dessert for them to share. She wanted to give him a nice welcome home.With preparations being made, she went to her own room, first admiring the necklace her brother had gotten her. While she was sure he must have spent a good deal on it, it also wasn't too clingy or overstated. She appreciated that, going ahead and snapping a photo of the necklace on her neck next to her nicely manicured hand, showing her followers how sweet her brother was.She did a change of clothes herself, wearing another dress, but this one a little tighter, showing off a little more of her curves. Her make-up was still light, never being one to wear a ton as she was more of a natural beauty, and her hair still down in its soft curls. She wore the necklace he had gotten her as well, accentuated by her black dress, it's plunging neckline exposing plenty of cleavage. It was just how she dressed, she wasn't a little girl anymore. This may be dinner with her brother, but she always wanted to look nice, and there was some part of her that wanted him to see just how good she looked. She didn't understand that desire, but didn't question it for now.She met him at the dinner table, complimenting how he looked and leaning over to give him another kiss on the cheek. They settled down at the table, chatting with a glass of wine."I'm not sure, which I guess is the problem, huh? I just like people, talking to people, helping people... I don't know, maybe I won't go to school, I've thought about that too... But look at you, you've done so well, now with your PhD... I don't want to be the one with just a high school diploma" she admitted. Maybe he had a point, and she probably shouldn't compare herself to him, but as her only sibling it was hard not to. He was oblivious for her feelings as well as how she had been comparing her boyfriends with him. The fact that he was having these feelings for her being shorter than the crush she she had on him wasn't ever considered by Cecil. Then again Sara had kept it so well from him how would he know. His face had a blush when he left for his shower but at least when they saw each other again it had subsided.Her new dress was much more alluring than the last. Black was his favourite colour, and the way the dress was hugging against her and the cleavage it revealed, showing in full display just what an amazing woman she had become left him wordless for a moment. "You look amazing in that." He said, he wasn't sure if she had dressed just to please him but he certainly liked how she looked.Cecil didn't know that she had already taken a photo of the necklace and put it onto her feed until he had downloaded the app and followed her on it. "Wow... you really do put things up in real time don't you.""I'm just pointing out some alternative ways for you. If it were up to me I'd still suggest you choose something you like. University is also a good way to make friends." He said that as he certainly didn't take advantage of that. "And you know I've gotten that PhD only because it's the only thing I'm good for. I can't get all the followers you have. And really, I'd say I'm a bit jealous of you." He said, he clearly wasn't jealous of her followers, he was happy about it and she deserved the attention of everyone of them. "Have you ever thought of modelling? I know it's a very competitive field, but with father's connections we should be able to get your foot in the door. And your beauty is sure to become a sensation, especially with you already having a following." He said, eating with her. He liked to discuss the serious things first, before they delve into more... fun topics. "Thank you" she said, pleased with his compliment. It seemed genuine, and she could swear he was looking at her a little more intensely than she was used to, like maybe he really was pleased with what he saw. She liked that, though tried not to think too much of it. It was her brother, after all.They dug in to their dinner, Sara smiling as he saw her post about the necklace. "Sometimes. The necklace is just so pretty, I wanted to share it" she told him, and if he looked he would see it had already received a great deal of attention. It didn't hurt that the shot also had a partial view of her cleavage, however that hadn't been her focus. "You will have to take a picture with me tonight, too. I want to show off my handsome brother, the best of the Marsden siblings together at last" she said with a smile.She blushed as he asked if she considered modeling, as it meant he thought she was beautiful enough for the job. "Well... maybe the thought has crossed my mind" she said with a smile. "We will see" she said, though she seemed to like the idea. While he wasn't a fan of pictures and certainty not one of being posted on social media he immediately agreed with her. "Just tell me how to pose for it and when you want to take it." He said, he wasn't going to let his reservations get in the way of his sister showing off, especially when she admired him so."I'll drop a word for you when I meet up with father. Unless you want to come along as well." He certainly didn't mind it, though unlike him she had see him more regularly than Cecil himself."But enough of the boring stuff. Now that's out of the way. Done anything fun lately?" He asked her. "New interesting places you discovered? I'd love for you to take me to them now that I'm back."There was another thought that crept in his head. "What about your personal life. You dated anyone lately? Do you currently have a boyfriend?" Normally he wouldn't have cared what she did, as long as she was happy, right now he only hoped that no man occupied her life, no man but him of course. "You got it. Don't worry, you will be well directed" she assured him. Her pictures were always very well thought out, so he needn't worry about that. She didn't think it would be very difficult to get a good picture with him, though. He was looking so very handsome, she was proud to show off her brother, they were a good looking pair."That's okay, I am sure you have some catching up to do. But if you ant to drop a word... well, I wouldn't mind that" she said, not wanting to intrude on his time with their father. He had been gone for quite some time after all.Sara sipped her wine, smiling at the subject change. "There's a few places that come to mind... I'll catch you up brother, don't worry" she told him, excited to show him some of the new eateries, even thinking of a couple of hiking trails she had discovered nearby. Plenty to keep them busy. "No, no boyfriend, don't worry" she said, imagining he felt a little protective, though she wouldn't have been able to imagine the other feelings he was having. "Too busy, I guess... how about you? Should I expect a new dinner guest any time soon?" she asked him, imagining he must have met someone. "OH yes we do. But you know father. He's really got his mind elsewhere, but I'm sure my new PhD will catch his attention." He said, despite him skipping through many years he always felt that he was underappreciated. He knew that their father certainly liked Sara more and he was not jealous because of that. But to like their older half siblings more was something that really didn't rub him well. "I'm sure he'll be onboard. He has hard time resisting what you ask of him, especially if I put for my recommendation as well."He smirked when she seemed eager to show him the places. "Oh I've been all study and no play for quite some time, so a bit of intense relaxation is exactly what I'm looking forward to." He smiled. He was very protective, but her phrase of telling him not to worry came off to him as if she was saving herself for him... "Well, it's not easy for a guy to be suitable for my goddess of a sister." Cecil remarked, indeed he wondered who he wouldn't mind being her boyfriend."Oh no, no new guest at all... I've had some relationships, but nothing too long. I guess a combination of me spending too much time doing projects and a lack of real attractions really did those in." He answered her. He was aware those relationships wouldn't last long, a lot of girls he thought simply wanted to be with him because of his wealth. He didn't exactly feel bad when they broke up and now sitting across what he deemed to be perfection among woman, he had no regrets about leaving those behind.He soon finished eating, drinking a bit of the wine alongside her but he was eager to get close to her once more, to relive the moments of hugging her. They were quite close before he left for university, but now staying close to her felt like something akin to a hunger for him. "So about that photo, when do you want to take it?" Sara shrugged her shoulders "There are some benefits to being the baby of the family" she admitted. Their father did seem to have a soft spot for her, however overall it was their older siblings that held the respect of their father, the children of his first marriage. That much had always been obvious."Intense relaxation... I think I can manage that" she promised him, excited to follow through on that. It would be good to spend that time with him, help him to relax and just enjoy for a little while. She could definitely arrange that, that was pretty much what she did every day! And to hear that there wasn't any special lady to be joining him as well... it made her happier than she liked to admit.They finished their dinner, Sara feeling satisfied as she sipped the last of her wine. "Oh, we can take it now if you want! Let's take it in front of the fireplace, the lighting in that room is great" she said, clearly having some experience. "Here, I'll get someone to take it for us" she said, getting up and grabbing his arm to drag her with her. She enlisted the help of one of the staff, normally she would use her friends to help with her photos, however the staff had stepped in on occasion. "Alright, stand close, put her hand right here" she guided him to rest his hand at her waist, meanwhile she leaned in close, her arms wrapped around him. They took a few photos, Sara going for a 'giddy with happiness' sort of vibe, smiling brightly in each photo as she doted on her older brother. "Oh these are perfect, thank you!" she said as the staff member went back to what she had been doing, Sara showing him. "I think Mom would be proud of just how good looking her kids are now, we're looking sharp." "You know me Sara. I like to study hard, work hard, and then play hard." He smiled, Cecil did have a high degree of focus. It was both a good thing and a bad thing, depending on what he was focused on. Right now he was trying his best not to focus on his little sister, at least not any sexual aspect of her, but it was hard not to notice the way her body moved."You're the boss." He said to her, liking the way she would drag him to the fireplace. The feeling of her hand on his arm felt different. He felt hot despite it being a rather cool evening. "Oh... I'm glad you're not jumping onto the craze train of selfies." He said, then again they did have plenty of people here eager to wait on them so why would they need to.He put her hand around her waist, finding himself holding onto her tighter than he normally would. "Like this?" He smirked as he then looked the camera when the staff came to take the photo of them. He found it especially good that she seemed to want to make it look like she was focused upon him in every photo. "Oh it's only going to get better once we have successful careers. That's why father is so focused on the others, because they are actually doing something while we were still in school." He muttered, clearly not happy with that. He was well aware of the inheritance that they'd have to contend with. He wouldn't raise a finger to fight it had he given a fair share towards Sara, but right now the two of them are looking to be shafted, unless they did something to change it."I'm sorry." He turned her to, realizing that he was bringing up a not so happy subject at a very heartwarming moment between them. He looked into her eyes, thinking about kissing her on the lips before he turned away, blushing at the thought of it. Sara would post the photo later, when she had the chance to edit it slightly and write a cute little post to go along with it, something incredibly sweet about her beloved brother. For now she slipped her phone into her pocket, her attention back on her brother.She frowned slightly as he spoke of their siblings again. He seemed more optimistic than she did, but Sara wasn't going to argue about it, not wanting to take away any hope he may have. "Yeah, maybe. I guess we will see" she said, though ultimately she felt that as the children of his second wife, they would always come second. That was how it had always felt at least. It wasn't that he treated them badly, and he still had always doted on Sara, his baby girl, but it was just... different."Hey... would you want to hang out in the hot tub some? Relax after your long day? Or if you're tired, I'm sure your bed is ready, I had Rosie put on fresh sheets" she told him, wanting to spend more time with him, but of course understanding if it was time to turn in. He was likely tired. Cecil had a thought on why that was the case. If they discounted the his current wife, their father should be more focused on the present tense, and therefore his newer children. However Cecil had gathered it was the first wife that left him and while he was happy with Sara and Cecil's mother, he always had longed for his first love. That translated to favourtism and attention to their older siblings and it was something that Cecil's intelligence and even Sara's cuteness couldn't quite measure up to."H-hot tub?" It wouldn't be an unusual activity, but the thought of seeing her in less clothes, it excited Cecil. "Yes... of course." His blush only deepened now. It wasn't usual for him to do this, but in front of Sara he felt like a different person now."I'd love to." He got the servants to set the thing up, it was nice to relax in it a bit in the presence of Sara, though his mind felt more tense now that the initial arousal he felt for her only seemed to rise further the more time he spent with her. “Great! It’s perfect this time of year, still a little chilly out at night, so it feels so good” she said, eager to relax in the hot tub with him. “I’ll meet you there” she told him, and with that she ran off to her room to change.The spa was in a nice private part of the large patio, surrounding by some greenery and low lights. She came wrapped in a plush robe, carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Figured we could have some more” she said as she set the glasses and bottle down on the small table next to the hot tub. With that she moved to untie her robe as well, pulling it off to reveal her fit, bikini clad body. Her hobby of yoga and running had certainly done her a lot of favors, giving her both a toned and curvy body. The bikini barely covered her breasts and ass, showing off her body. Her bikini photos were always some of her most popular, and for obvious reasons.Sara pulled her hair up before climbing in to the warm water, letting out a sigh of content. “Ahhhh so nice” she said with a smile. "Yes... of course." He didn't know what went through his mind but he wanted her to surprise him by going there naked. It was something he had done with his previous girlfriends but clearly it was not suitable when she was his sister. He knew that he shouldn't and couldn't think about her that way, but it was just hard when his mind wondered off on its own. He chose a rather loose pair of togs, hoping to hide the erection that he'll no doubt be having when he was with her.By the time she had gotten there he was already in there, relaxing in the hot water that contrasted with the cool evening air. Her sight, even before she had undid the robe was mesmerizing. He had to hold his breath when she had undid her robe to reveal her perfect body: well toned, with breasts and ass to die for. "Always so alluring aren't you?" He commented before drifting to see the bottle and the glass. "And so attentive." He reached to settle the glass down on the edge before opening the bottle to pour them some."I do miss not having to worry about anything." He said, though he was worried about her of course. He could see that she liked working out. Cecil meanwhile, merely went to the gym to keep himself fit without ever liking the whole process. "I may need to hit the gym more though, otherwise I wouldn't be able to measure to being your handsome brother." He said, trying to tease her a little, he could feel his body react to her, his member hardening underneath the water and his shorts, hopefully she wouldn't notice. "Why thank you" she said with a smirk, appreciating his compliments. She didn't miss how he looked at her, his eyes going over her body. She didn't mind, if anything it excited her, seeing how he looked at her - like a man looking at a woman. He never used to look at her like that before, and it made her feel more mature and sexy in a way that nothing else could.She settle in the hot tub in the seat next to him, that way she could easily reach the table with her glass of wine. "Oh, it's pretty nice" she said with a laugh, knowing that was the life she had been leading lately, that of luxury and relaxation. It was certainly very nice, she had no complaints."Why don't you go running with me? I go every morning. You could join me for some yoga, too, though I don't think you need to worry about measuring up" she said as she looked over at him. No, she thought he looked very handsome, though she would be happy to have a work out buddy. "Oh ill join in." He told her. "It may cure my problem with sleeping in as well." The prospect of waking up early didn excitement as much as spending time with her. "Yoga... I'll give it a try." He still wasn't convinced by it but he'd do it to spend time with her.Shifting in the water he came closer to her. "It's been such a long time." He told her. "Let's me have a closer look at you." He moved his hands to cradle her face, slowly tracing down her body. He did avoid touching her breasts or any other potentially inappropriate places but it took all his efforts. "You're so beautiful now." He said to her while admiring her body. His cock pushed against the fabric of his shorts, if she was to look she'd surely notice it."You got any plans for tomorrow evening? I'd like to go for some fun places if you have the time." He said, pulling back but still sitting close to her, enjoying the hot water. Sara smiled enthusiastically. “Great! I usually go at around 6, hope that isn’t too early for you” she said, thinking he may not be happy with such an early start time, but the weather at that time of day was just perfect.She looked back at him as he came closer, cupping her cheeks in his strong hands as he just took her all in, his hands moving down her body, avoiding any where inappropriate, but she could have sworn there was some hesitation, as if he wanted to dare to test those limits. “Thanks” she said softly as he complimented her beauty, Sara blushing a soft pink. Looking down she paused for a moment... was that... she blushed deeper and looked away. Did her brother have an erection?“Yeah, I would like that. We can go out to dinner if you’d like, maybe hit up some bars... there’s a really cool vintage arcade in town now that’s also a bar, I think you’d like it” she said, rambling just a little as she distracted herself from her brothers erection, still not quite sure what to think of if. What she did know is that it didn’t push her away, if anything she felt drawn to him even more. "Ahhh..." Six... that was the time he went to bed when he was cramming for things. "Sure thing. You may need to come wake me up in the beginning. But I'll get used to it." He said, it felt like Cecil will do anything for her. She could even make him enjoy waking up early.He wasn't touching any forbidden places and they had done that in the past before, however right now he felt shivers going down his body as he felt her flesh, his hands seemed to burn on her. His desire could hardly be contained by him just as his cock was hardly contained by his shorts. He was beyond caring whether she'd notice that. Even if she did he couldn't blush more, and he couldn't stop himself from doing this to her, just to get a taste of what she felt like."Oh... that's what I'm talking about. I'll be up for hitting some bars for sure. And the arcade and things, sounds perfect." Cecil gave her a smile, for a moment catching a reprieve from the unrelenting arousal he felt for her. His eyes caught hers looking down and seeing his erection but Cecil, already red faced merely went to sit down once more. "I suppose we shouldn't stay too late then, if we need to wake up early for the run." He enjoyed his time with her. The day was the best of what he could imagine, only his lust was the uncontrolled factor. Cecil knew that it wasn't proper, and his resolve was to push it down and never let it surface again.He called the staff to get them towels before wrapping it around Sara when they got out, escorting her back to her room. "Good night my little sister." He said, himself leaning to give her a good night kiss on the cheek, only after his lips pressed against her soft skin he shifted a little, almost going for her lips before he pulled back just before they could make contact. He sucked the breath in around him. "Wake me up when the time comes." He said before going to his room, his desires and wants unfulfilled. "Fiiiine, I guess you have a point" she said, reluctant to get out of the hot tub and say goodnight, but they would have a fun day tomorrow, and he probably needed some sleep. She climbed out of the hot tub (only after he had procured them some towels of course, it was too cold!), turning to let him wrap her up in the towel, which she then hugged to her.Together they walked back inside, making their way towards her room, where they then stopped at the door. Turning she smiled at hime. "Good night" she said, feeling her heart beat faster as he stood so close, lips again pressed against the skin of her cheek. She thought again about his erection, looking back at him as for just a moment she thought he might just kiss her. The moment passed, though, and he moved away. "Yeah, I'll come get you, bright and early" she told him, and with that she walked into her room, left with plenty to think about...The next morning she was outside of his room just as promised, dressed in a sports bra and tight fitting athletic pants, her hair pulled back in a pony tail. She took him with her on her usual morning run, leading the way through the street of their very up scale neighborhood, with sprawling yards and gates separating the large homes. He had plenty of opportunities to admire her figure, and by the end of it she was covered in a layer of sweat that glistened on her soft skin. It was great and she enjoyed having him with her as a running partner. "Good job bro, soon enough you might even be able to keep up with me" she teased.The rest of the day she had a few things she had to do, plans she couldn't so easily cancel. "So... out on the town tonight, right?" she said, and they planned to meet that night. When he saw her again she was walking down into the homes foyer where they had planned to meet, dressed for their night out. If he had thought her outfit the night before had been sexy, then tonight he was in for a treat. It was a black dress again, however the sides of each dress showed exposed skin, laced up the side. Obviously she wasn't wearing any underwear, or the dress wouldn't have worked. The neckline again was plunging, however this time the sides of her breasts were exposed. She wore stiletto heels, her make-up done with some glittery accents, her lips painted red. "Ready?" Luckily for Cecil he had slept rather well, free of the torment that he had when he was with her there previous day. He had quite a bit of trouble waking up, being someone that liked to sleep in a lot. His sleepiness was gone in a moment upon seeing her, that ponytail, that sports bra and pants. If she was a girlfriend he'd had fucked her in his bed before they go off to running. Cecil was dressed in something more modest, just sports shorts and shirt. He kept up with her rather well, though he decided to run after her to admire the sway of her body as she moved. He wondered just how long he could keep it to himself before confessing it all to her, that he was falling in love with her.The day went by and Cecil was looking forward to their night out. Her new dress was even more stunning. "Sara... Wow... What are you wearing?" He was surprised when he met up with her, dressed in a neat suit. He had mixed feelings about it though, while he loved to look at her like that, he didn't want others to get a sight of her as well. "More than ready." He offered her his arm as they got into the car driven by one of the staff at the estate.Upon reaching there Cecil was somewhat relieved, as her dress wasn't a complete standout, yet it was one of the more revealing ones that garnered her quite a bit of attention from the men there. "Care for a dance?" He invited her onto the dance floor amidst the loud music playing in the background. “What, you don’t like it?” She said as she gave him a little spin, giving him a smirk. He seemed unsure of her outfit, no doubt not used to her dressing so sexy and revealing. They were going out, though, and where she planned to take him she knew she would fit in just fine, or at least the revealing nature of her outfit would make sense. She would definitely stand out, but she wouldn’t have it any other way, having never been one to totally blend in.Sara took his arm and together they left, driving them to one of the busier nearby clubs. Inside the music was loud and there were plenty of scantily clad women, though she did catch a lot of attention. “Sure!” She said, taking his hand as they made their way out onto the dance floor. He looked at her, still admiring her body. Of course Cecil wasn't going to admit to her that he wouldn't want anyone to see her like that. "Oh no, it looks great." He affirmed her. It was clear she was staring at her, seeing the revealing sides of the dress he wondered whether she'd be wearing any underwear underneath it, it didn't look probable that she would if she still wanted it to still not show.It was a different philosophy to Cecil's, standing out rather than blending in. That said Cecil wasn't such a blend in himself when he was a Marsden and very much considered an overachiever in a sea of children of famous families that were scandal ridden and never having any goals.As with any major family the two of them had been trained in dancing, though obviously not this type of dancing but Cecil, true to his word of work hard, play hard, soon lost himself in the music as well as having the time of his life with Sara. Given the large amount of people, it gave him plenty of chances to be close with her simply because they were pushed. "You come here often?" He asked her. She was already drawing the eyes of many of the males there and Cecil was growing uneasy because of it. Sara enjoyed dancing with him, and while it wasn’t like the dancing they were taught in their etiquette classes, they still had some benefit of knowing a few moves. Sara danced with him just like she would any guy, which may not seem totally appropriate for siblings. She did do a little less grinding, not wanting to be overtly sexual.“Yeah, often enough. There aren’t too many choices around here, not without driving further into the city” she told him. They danced a little while longer before stepping out to get a drink. Cecil left to the bar and Sara hung back, finding them a standing table near the back.“Ah, Sara! So good to see you” she heard a familiar voice, Sara smiling as she turned to see a familiar face, one of the bars bouncers. He was a large man, muscular and threatening, he sort of had to be considering he was the one that threw out the disruptive guests. “Hey Ken, good to see you too” she said with a bright smile, giving him a hug. She could feel his hand moving along her body, even slipping down just a little further to touch the top curve of her ass. Sara didn’t tell him off, just giggling flirtatiously. Ken had been letting her in and getting her drinks since she was sixteen, she never had to worry about being carded or sent away for being underage, she didn’t mind giving him a few benefits as thanks, like flirting and mild ass grabbing.They talked for a little while as she waited for Cecil, the bouncer getting a little more handsy on occasion, Sara not stopping him. She didn’t see any harm in it, she liked the attention she got thanks to her shapely body. Cecil himself didn't expect her to grind against him, he didn't know that she'd do with even more grinding had he not been her brother. He still enjoyed it, the atmosphere hiding away whatever shame and desire he'd have for her in the dim lights and the loud music. "I see. I'll get us some drinks." He told her once they were a bit tired, shuffling through the crowd as he went up to the counter.As he waited for the order he had instantly spotted the guy that came up to Sara. He watched and saw what the two did. The hug was innocent enough but the man's touch, going down and groping her ass. He felt jealous run through him, followed by the pain of watching someone else do what he had long to do to her ever since coming back... had she slept with him before? She had told him she didn't have any boyfriends, but what if she still had fuck buddies? His hands tapped against the counter as he waited impatiently.Ken meanwhile, oblivious to Cecil's presence reached for Sara's dress, slipping into the side to grope her naked butt. "No underwear?" He teased her. "I knew something was up when I saw you dressed like this." She had always dressed to draw attention but tonight was a step above. "So who's the lucky guy tonight?" He immediately assumed she wanted to get some dick tonight.Once the drinks were given to him he waded back to where Sara was. "Good evening." He announced as he gave Sara her drink then turned towards the stranger. "I'm Cecil, Sara's brother." He said chillingly, though he tried to keep himself polite, extending him a hand. The merely smiled and took the handshake."Ken." He had been looking after Sara when she first arrived here, finding her rather cute and innocent. Though thoughts of fucking her did cross his mind he had kept it to himself, her dress tonight was making him extra horny though. Sara laughed as Kens hand slid under the fabric of her dress, finding her naked ass. “Of course not, when do I ever?” She said with a teasing grin. It was always fun to flirt with Ken, though it never went any further than that. “Can’t I just be dressed up because I want to be? The lucky guy tonight is whoever I want it to be, or maybe no one at all” she told him, though soon after Cecil returned with their drinks.“Ken here has seen some crazy shit, maybe some of which I was a part of...” she said with a laugh as she looked at Ken, thinking of some of the more embarrassing things he had witnessed. Of course he had also tossed a couple of guys out that were getting a little too physical, something she owed him for. Ken seemed know just how much he could push things with her, stepping on the fine line of what she found enjoyable and going too far. "Of course. I just thought I'd see if I can find out who it is." He smirked at her.Cecil's arrival had put a damper on the mood. As much as he tried to seem friendly, he couldn't quite stand this Ken after he saw what he did with Sara, and worst of all Sara just laughing at it, seemingly liking it."Oh yes, you won't believe the type of things people do when they were drunk." Ken said, he surely noticed Cecil's cool gaze towards him. After a bit of chatter he made his leave, but not before whispering to Sara's ear. "I think I'll go now, before your brother gets too jealous." He smirked then addressed both of them. "I gotta go now, if you two need me, I'll be by that door." He pointed to one of the doors inside the club before stepping away."You know him a lot?" Cecil asked, wondering if she could spot his jealousy towards it all, he certainly had trouble putting on a happy face at this point. Still he drank some of the whiskey he had gotten to feel a little better, forcing himself to not ruin the night for the two of them simply due to some guy being too grabby with Sara. Sara could see that her brother wasn’t very happy, jealous even? He did not seem interested in talking to Ken, and she was thankful when Ken excuses himself, not because she didn’t want to talk to him, but because it was awkward. She smiled as he whispered briefly in her ear, it seemed they were on the same page. “I’ll see you next time” she said, waving goodbye before she again turned to focus on her brother, sipping her drink.“A fair amount. He was here when I first started coming, has seen me do a lot of dumb shit, and saved me from a few nasty characters too. He’s a nice guy” she told him, wondering what the thought. “Don’t worry, he is just a friend. Too old for me” she told him, thinking that may put his mind at ease some, thinking maybe it was just him being a protective older brother again. From the way she had said it, the guy seemed decent. She was saying he was nice and if he was to take advantage of her, he was sure Sara wouldn't let him. And she had admitted that he wasn't her type. He did trust her not to lie to him. "I see. I apologize if I was a little mean to him. After all I did see him get a little too close to you." He said as he drank down the entire glass.Still the feeling of what he had done to her had left him wanting to do the same. "Would you mind if I... did the same?" He asked her, afraid that she may reject him. Maybe it was this place but he felt a lot more comfortable touching more intimate parts of her here than when they were alone at the hot tub. The fact that there were many people around didn't matter as no one was paying attention to them. And if they were they'd likely not know their relationship.He leaned closer to her, his hand moved past her dress as he settled his hand on her butt, stroking her through her dress before he slipped it in, reaching down like he had seen Ken do. She was so sexy, he couldn't stop himself, the way his body touched hers would allow her to feel his hardened cock press against her again. Sara gave him a warm smile as he apologized. “Yeah, he can get a little handsy I guess. I’m a bit of a tease though” she admitted, not seeming to mind the older man grabbing her ass. She took it as a compliment.She drank her drink, watching as he downed his rather fast. What he asked next surprised her, what did he mean do the same? She didn’t have to wait long to find out, her brother coming closer, slipping his hand behind her and down to her ass where he boldly grabbed, even slipping underneath just as Ken had, grabbing her naked ass now. Sara even felt his erection pressing against her... she didn’t know how to respond at first, standing a little stiff. Not because it didn’t feel good, because it did! She liked having her touch him like that, but that was what scared her! This was her brother!“Hey, let me get you another drink” she said quickly, stepping away so that his hand slipped from her dress, leaving to go the bar. She didn’t mean to just outright reject him, but this wasn’t right! He had to see that, right? How could he even see her like that... and how could she like it as much as she did? Cecil was feeling nervous, not because he was touching her like that but simply because it was his sister that he was grabbing, his hand stroked her ass a little before giving her a little grab. He wanted to pin her on the table and take her right there. Of course as much as this place was open, having sex like that was going to get him thrown out. He banished the thought from his mind right there and as he drew back he merely looked away from her. He knew it was wrong, but he liked it too much."Thank you." He nodded at her, liking the way she simply avoided the subject all together. He waited for her to get him another drink, quite upset with himself.As Sara went up to the counter she would met another one of her friends there. "Hey Sara, haven't seen you in awhile." The bartender, Tony, smirked at her, he was so busy he had not had the time to eve notice her. He did see her now though. "And what I dress you have here?" He said, the man walked out to get close to her. "Wow... you taking your boyfriend for a night of fun?" He asked her, he wasn't grabby like Ken was, but he did bring her body against hers, grinding a little into her. Sara would also be able to feel that this man was mildly aroused by seeing her dressed like that. "Enough about that, what could I get you tonight?" Sara didn’t notice Tony at first, thinking about her brother and his inappropriate touching, as well as the very inappropriate arousal she felt in return. Fortunately his voice pulled her back to the present, her usual cheerful smile back on her face. “Hey Tony” she said, and when he came out from behind the bar she gave him a hug. Unlike Ken, Tony was a little closer to her age, just about the same age as her brother actually. He was pretty attractive himself, and she had done plenty of flirting with him, maybe even a quick blow on one wild night...“Boyfriend? Come on, you know me better than that” she laughed, finding it funny that now both him and Ken thought she was dressed up for a man that night, though now that Tony mentioned it, maybe she was... but no, he was her brother, she wouldn’t do that...“Something strong and manly, it’s for my brother” she told him, already forgetting what Cecil was drinking. It wasn’t usually her buying guys drinks after all. Tony certainly had a thing for Sara, though very much like Ken, had been very respectful of Sara and her boundaries. That wasn't to say he didn't test it. He had certainly gotten further than Ken as he had gotten her to blow him when she was feeling particularly wild, probably due to the fact that he was closer to her in age. "Well whoever will become your boyfriend will be the luckiest man on the planet." He smirked at her."I hope he doesn't get drunk under the table then. Otherwise you may have to carry him back." He teased her. Upon finishing the preparation, certainly not the whiskey that Cecil had before, Tony had taken liberties to mix some vodka for Cecil, he had leaned closer to whisper something into her. "Just in case you need some help, I'd be more than willing to. For the low low price of one of those blowjobs." He would have suggested a threesome, had she actually came with an actual boyfriend.Cecil found himself getting more and more frustrated as he saw what the bartender was doing with her. More reserved than Ken but he was constantly talking to her, and the two seemed to be having a lot of fun. It took all his willpower not to walk up there. He knew how pathetic he'd look then, getting riled up over every small thing. He did catch Tony gave her a small spank to send her off back."Another friend of yours?" He tried to mask the anger in his voice, and didn't particularly do a good job of it. "I'm sorry. I think I'm just getting a little stressed." He said as he took a seat. He was stressed because he was seeing all these other guys do to her what he had wanted to. Sara smiled “oh yeah, that would work great” she said, imagining her carrying Cecil from the club. It was comical. She was about to suggest he help her with that task when he leaned in to offer just that, but at a cost. She laughed, showing mock alarm. “Oh I am sure you would like that, huh?” She said, shaking her head as she took the drink. “I guess we will see how desperate I get” she said with a smirk before she turned to leave, feeling his little smack on her ass as she walked off, not telling him no.She came back to the table, giving Cecil his drink. “Um... yeah, that’s Tony” she told him, able to hear the anger in his tone, making her frown. “I’m sorry Cecil... probably weird being back after so long” she said, again trying to explain his possessiveness away by attributing it to him being her brother, even if she had good reason to think there was something else underlying, his own desire do her. Was he getting frustrated, seeing these other guys flirt with her?“We don’t have to stay out too long if you want, I just want you to have fun” she said, worried that Tony wouldn’t be the last guy she ran into that she knew. Sara had quite a few friends, particularly men... she liked the attention they gave her after all, she couldn’t help it. Tony smiled as he sent her off. He wasn't a pushy person, and there could have been other women for him to flirt with, though he was especially fond of Sara."You're right, I think I'm just too used to intense work that having so much fun is unbelievable." He was having fun, before he saw his beloved little sister let two men get so close to her. He had a feeling Tony had exchanged some remarks with her that was less than appropriate."Yeah, I think it may be a good idea to duck out. I'm sorry if it's a short night tonight. I promise I'll make up for it in the future." Cecil nodded, he too thought there could be more men that get close to her and he didn't want to see any more of it. Quite liking the vodka he had drank it all down before standing up again. If he had trouble walking, it would be due to the pain he felt thinking about what else those men could do to her.He walked out with her and called for the driver to come pick them up. While in the car he didn't look any better, his thoughts plagued by the other men. "I'm sorry if I seem a little too intrusive. But those men, did you do anything with them?" He asked while looking out the window before turning to look her in the eye. Sara gave him a warm smile, nodding her head. “It’s okay, really. We will come out again” she said, wanting him to know she wasn’t upset. She just wanted him to be comfortable. Olivia drank the rest of her own drink and got up, taking his arm as they made their way through the crowded club.It was a little chilly outside, and so she stood close as they waited for the driver, happy to climb in when the car arrived. She settled in, both of them sitting in the back with a divider between them and the driver, giving them some privacy.“Oh umm...” she wasn’t sure if she should answer given how he reacted to Ken and Tony, but she also wanted to be honest. “Ken, no. He’s a little old for me... kind of more like a perverted uncle. But Tony... well, we have fooled around a little bit...” she explained , leaving out the details, since she doubted he wanted to hear about that. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her while they waited for the car to arrive, he could see she was feeling the chill.Cecil listened to her. Ken while seeming quite forward she admitted nothing had happened between them. "Perverted uncle eh?" He pondered, did she mean she found it okay for an uncle to do that? Or maybe even more?Tony though, did have Cecil a little worried, despite knowing he wouldn't want to hear any of it he found asking about it irresistible. "Tell me what you've done?" He asked. Again Sara looked unsure, but he was the one asking... so she figured she may as well. She didn’t have anything to hide. “Well... I gave him a blow job once, something he has never let me live down. That’s it, though” she told him, blushing a little more at having admitted to sound such an act. She was a sexually active and beautiful young woman, she knew there wasn’t anything wrong with it, but she wasn’t used to talking about sex with family. "I see." He tried to look fine about it, but he was very jealous about it. Why was this random guy Tony able to have something that he couldn't have? "Thank you for telling me. You know it means everything in the world, the fact that you are this open to me even when I know I've over stepped my bounds asking about it."They have arrived home and he helped her out of the car, leading her into the large living room."You know you shouldn't be flirting about like that." He said, he knew there was nothing wrong. They were quite an open family and she wasn't doing anything inappropriate having a bit of fun. But Cecil was finding it all hard to accept. "A lady like you should act more properly." He found the words he said rather bizarre, as he was never the type to believe in such things. Sara could see he wasn’t happy with her answer, which annoyed her. He thanked her being open and telling him, but she could tell he didn’t really mean it. She didn’t say anything for now though, thinking maybe he just needed a moment to process it. His little sister wasn’t so little anymore.They got home, the staff pretty much gone by now, giving them some extra privacy. They walked into the living room, Sara sitting down and starting to take off her heels as he started talking. Now he showed her how he really felt... she frowned as he told her she shouldn’t be flirting, accusing her of not acting like a lady. “Excuse me? Are you saying I don’t act proper? What, are you a virgin then? Or does that rule about no flirting only apply to me” she said angrily, offended that he would say that to her. He did appreciate her being open, but the things she had said made his stomach turn. He now cursed having born a Marsden, if he was just anyone else. He'd have the chance to charm her and enjoy her body to his hearts content. Now he was stuck being her brother and feeling just as aroused and long, yet not having the ability to satisfy himself.Cecil could tell that she is angry now. "I'm sorry..." He said, he really didn't mean to hurt her but he was feeling the pain. "I don't mean it like that." He reached forth and hugged against her, tighter than he had done before. "I just can't stomach them doing those things to you because I want to." He said it right then and there. "Ever since coming back I've been having thoughts. I am so happy to see you however I am thinking other things. Other things I want to do to your body." He still didn't let her go. "I want to be the one flirting with you, groping you, receiving a blowjob for you and I want to be the one fucking you. I'm sorry that I shouldn't be having these thoughts because I'm our brother, but I can't stop thinking about it." He lightened his hold on her a little. "Please Sara... I don't want to lose you. I'll do anything for you." Sara’s expression softened as he apologized, letting him hug her as he explained, feeling his arms wrapped around her and holding her tightly. As he spoke however and gave her his explanation her eyes widened. What was he saying? Yet she shouldn’t really be surprised, not after how he touched her back at the club... that certainly hadn’t been brotherly.“Cecil... you know we can’t” she said, not sounding disgusted or upset with him, but just stating facts. It didn’t matter what they wanted, it was wrong! They were brother and sister. How many times had she told herself that while growing up, fighting through the crush she had on him? She had never imagined she would be saying the same back to him. As he held tightly on to her she tried to move herself away, but he held on so tight... when he grip lessened she starting to push away more, looking back at him. “You won’t lose me, I promise.” He cared about her more than anything in the world. He tried his best to contain his lust but the last two days had been nothing but torture for him. Even if she ended up rejecting him because of it. He had to let it all out. He was going crazy because of it."I know we can't. But I can't contain myself." Her response had not been unexpected. But at the same time she was not been that adverse to the idea of it.His hands were no longer under his control as he moved under her dress, now groping her butt like how he wanted he. He pressed his lips against hers. "Let me make love to you." He said to her, surprisingly enough he no longer blushed. He wasn't trying to hide anything anymore, he was in love with her and she already knew that. He tongue pushed into her mouth, tasting every corner of it. "You are so sweet." It looked as if he wanted to do her right then and there but then he pulled back. Giving her a chance to respond to him and maybe to move to a more private location. “Cecil!” She said as he became more bold rather than backing off like she had hoped. His hands snuck under her dress and grabbed at her round ass. She was going to protest again, but his lips stopped her, roughly pressed against hers. His tongue pushed past her lips, leaving her breathless when he did pull away. She felt flushed with arousal, but she had to fight those thoughts, pushing against his chest.“Look, let’s just go to bed, I think maybe you have bad too much to drink” she said, trying to stop him still as they headed towards more and more dangerous territory. He was getting hotter by the moment, and her lack of resistance, had only given him courage to go on further. It took her pushing against his chest for him to wake up from it all. He was now groping her body and kissing her like a lover would."Yes... yes I'm sorry." He said as he pulled back, the taste of her lips, the feeling of her body should have satisfied him. But Cecil found himself wanting more. He escorted her upstairs to her room. "I'll see you tomorrow I guess." He gave her another kiss, this time on the lips.He showered and tried to go to sleep in his room, but he couldn't stop those thoughts, eventually he threw away his blankets and got up, trying to sneak into her room to see what she was doing. He backed off finally, just when she thought he wouldn’t listen. Was she a little... disappointed? Sara ignored that feeling for now, feeling conflicted herself. She fixed her dress and walked with him up to her room, a quiet laying between them for now. When they reached the door to her room she turned to face him, surprised by yet another kiss on the lips, though this time much less aggressive. “Tomorrow... good night” she said in return, looking back at him before going into her room.She showered and dressed for bed, putting on a silky night gown. Laying in bed, she didn’t find sleep easily. She was thinking of her brother, what he had said, what they could do together... why did he have to be her brother? If he were anyone else, she would jump him in a heartbeat, she would even want him to stick around for more than just a one night stand. He was perfect, and her off limits.Sara couldn’t help herself as she thought about her brother, her hand moving down her body, coming between her legs. She could feel the dampness already there... While thinking of her brother she started to touch herself, moaning softly as she rubbed her sensitive clit. Sneaking around, something he hated doing, especially on his sister. Yet he opened her door quietly before going into her room to see what she was doing. He didn't know whether he should be relieved or angered. Relieved that she was pleasing herself after he had been initiating on her? Or angry because she denied not only him, but herself as well."Sara..." He said softly, regretting the fact that he sneaked in but he didn't want to startle or surprise her. He was dressed just in his boxers and he climbed onto her large bed. "It's just not fair you know. That other guys get to have you, yet I can't." There was no holding him back this time, not after he had struggled to go to sleep but didn't. He moved her hand onto his cock through his boxers. "Do you see how hard you make me?"He lifted up her gown as his hand moved to hers that was pleasing herself. "Let me please you." He kissed her once more and his fingers moved to stroke her pussy, feeling her wetness. Sara was startled when she opened her eyes to see her brother standing there, dressed in only his boxers. He climbed onto the bed with her, taking her hand and holding it there against his erection. God he was getting so hard to say no to him, now he had her in a position where she was more turned on, already working towards an orgasm. Now here he was, trying again to get her to concede, to let him make love to her.Sara moves her hand away, moving to push her gown back down and scoot away from him after he touched her wet pussy, even though she wanted him to continue.“Cecil, please!” She pleaded “you know it isn’t right, no matter what we want. What if someone found out? It isn’t right, please don’t ask me again” she said one last time, because if he asked again she didn’t know if she had it in her to refuse. She still wasn't onboard with it. But Cecil's mind was already made. "I know it isn't right. But don't think I can live another day like today. It's painful to watch you do those things with others. I don't have anything against it. But for me to excluded simply because I'm your brother? Am I worth less than them?" It should be the opposite, he should have at least a better standing than just some bartender and bouncer."It's okay, we'll keep it a secret. No one will know." He paused for a moment. "And one of my friends from university is fucking his half sister. He somehow mentioned it once when he was drunk. And Catherine..." One of their older siblings. "I heard she's into dogs." He didn't have evidence for it, but more than one relative had let it slip. It didn't make what he was doing right, but at this moment he was grasping at anything and everything. "Tell me this Sara, do you want me to? If I was not your brother?" He asked. He seemed to think that he was entitled to her, that as her brother he deserved more than those other men... she didn’t totally follow that logic, but it also hurt her to think that he felt she somehow valued him less, given that couldn’t be further from the truth. “No, not at all, don’t say that Cecil. I love you more then anyone else” she said, needing him to know that.He then tried to justify it to her. No one would know, he knew others that did it... the bit about their older sister she didn’t quite believe, but she understood the point. Lots of people had secrets. She didn’t know if him sharing these things made her feel any better though, it was incest!“I... I do, I would be all over you, you’re... well, you’re perfect, Cecil. But... but you are my brother” she said, sounding more and more conflicted as she looked back at him, wanting him but having a hard time taking that step. Once it happened, there was no taking it back, and it wouldn’t be a one time thing. She wouldn’t be able to stop. "And I love you too. You know I don't care about anything, or anyone else other than you. I want you to be happy." He said, though he knew wanting to fuck her was very much a selfish thought. After all she was able to contain herself but he couldn't."That's all I need to know." He said as he climbed onto her now, his hands pulling her gown over her head before pulling off his boxers, revealing his hard cock to her in the dim moonlight. "I will take you whatever you say. I know you can't just say you'll let me, even if you want me." She was meant to act like the proper lady after all.He guided his cock to her folds. He wanted to lick her all over, to worship her body. But that would be for a different time. He began to ease his member into her, slowly filling her tight pussy with his cock. "Fuck...you're so tight." He moaned, she was every bit as good as he imagined, her body, silky and smooth, curves in all the right places, her face that of a goddess and her pussy, so well and tight. He moaned loudly as he looked into her eyes and began to fuck her. "Tell me Sara... does it feel good?" He groaned louder in pleasure. Her admission to feeling attraction towards him seemed to be taken as permission by him. He pulled her gown off, lifting it over her head, leaving her now completely naked underneath him. Her eyes looked down as he removed his boxers as well, Sara looking at her brothers cock for the first time, erect and sitting there between her legs. “Cecil... please” she said again, except this time she wasn’t sure what she was pleading for. For him to fuck her, or to stop?It didn’t really matter, he was going to stop. She felt the thick head of his cock pressing up against her wet pussy, gasping as he started to press himself into her. It didn’t hurt that he was well endowed, his cock stretching her tight pussy as he filled her. He started to fuck her, Sara unable to control herself as she moaned in pleasure, his thrusts making her breasts bounce. “Y-yes... fuck, it feels good” she admitted, not about to lie. Maybe for now she could just pretend he wasn’t her brother, but someone unrelated. She wanted to enjoy herself, it felt so good! His cock felt like it was made for her pussy, it was incredible and any resistance she had left melted away. Once he was in her there was no stopping either of them. It felt so good to be in her. And now that his large cock filled her tight pussy she couldn't get enough of it either. "Then let me please you. Let me fuck you like how a woman should fucked." He kissed her, passionately, different to the possessive kiss he had before but he wasn't holding back either, very much how he would kiss a lover.Contrary to her belief, he wasn't pretending that she wasn't his sister. He wasn't the type to pretend, and somehow, the fact that he was fucking Sara, someone who he shouldn't fuck, the taboo aspect only made it hotter. His hands shifted over to her breasts, groping her softly as he continued to plow her yielding pussy. "You're perfect. Another time, I will use my tongue to please you." He promised her. "But tonight.... I want you to suck on my cock after I'm finished with you. You have been teasing me so much after all." He teased her, he didn't care if she'd do it, as long as she was in his arms, his cock nested in her pussy, he didn't want to be anywhere else. Sara tried to compartmentalize, to separate her brother from what he was doing. It wasn’t easy, though, and she was quickly finding that she didn’t want to... this was Cecil! The man she compared everyone else to, the person she admired more than anyone else in the world. She looked back at him as he fucked her and she could see the pleasure she felt reflected on his face. How could something that felt so good be wrong?Sara kissed him back, her hips rocking back to meet his thrusts, pushing him harder and deeper into her tight pussy. “What ever... what ever you want, just... just don’t stop” she said breathlessly, agreeing to anything he wanted, she just wanted to keep feeling his cock. She knew he had her hooked, and even as he mentioned eating her out next time, she was also thinking about what all they could do together. A new spin on brother and sister bonding. "That's my sister, I know you will give me what I want. And I won't stop, not until you're satisfied." He moaned out. He had planned to pull out and fuck her doggy style, but both his urgency and hers meant that even that few seconds of not feeling the pleasure was too much to bear."Fuck... I'm going to cum in you Sara, you going to let me? Let your brother's seed overflow your womb?" From the way he was thrusting, he surely was getting close and he didn't plan to hold back one bit. His hands pinched at her nipples, groping her rougher than before as he kissed her once more, a sloppy kiss that shifted to him kissing down her chin and her neck. "I want to kiss every bit of your body Sara, like how a goddess should be worshipped." Sara was becoming more and more lost in pleasure, each thrust eliciting gasps and moans, her plump lips hanging open as she looked up at him with a glazed expression on her face. “Ohhh I want you to cum, please cum! Right... right there, cum in me, Cecil!” She cried out, encouraging him as she gave in completely to how he made her feel. She did want him, she wanted to feel his cock pulse inside of her, to know she had gotten him off. She was on birth control, it was fine...He wasn’t the only one close to climax. Sara could feel herself coming closer, already worked up from touching herself, and now she had her brother fucking her like no one had ever fucked her before , pinching her sensitive nipples and driving her back against him even more, of course she was about to cum! Her moans only grew louder, practically screaming before finally it was too much for her to take, her body exploding in pleasure as she came hard around his cock, her body gripping and milking him for all it was worth. He didn't know whether she was on birth control yet he didn't care about all that. Not right now anyway. He was a cautious person, but Sara had him throw all that out as he was right now fucking his younger sister and about to cum in her. "Fuck... I'm cumming." He grunted loudly in pleasure before the next moment, he seed flooded into her, filling her tight folds as he gradually slowed down and then collapsing upon her.Cecil's arms wrapped around her tightly but not so in a uncomfortable way. "I want us to be like this forever, just you and I." He said softly to her as they bathed in the afterglow of the sex. He wasn't done with her yet and seeing how she was earlier, he doubted she was done with him either. But both needed a break for now.He gradually pulled his cock out of her pussy but still hugged against her, he expected himself to wake from the insanity he was in, to realize what he had just done but he had not, he had only fallen further in love with her. Her legs wrapped around him as he came, holding her there against him, almost as if to make sure not a single drop was wasted. Her body greedily took his cum until he was spent, Sara left to take a deep breath as she held on to him in return. “Me too:... me too” she said softly in response, she never wanted this moment to end, and in that moment it didn’t matter that they were related. It felt so incredible, she would never be able to say no to him. She didn’t want to.Sara curled up against him as his cock slipped free of her now well used pussy, fortunately no cum leaking out after him. She turned to look at him, surprised that she didn’t feel guilt over what they had just done. “I love you, Cecil” she said, leaning in to give him a soft kiss on the lips, hoping that now he understood just how deep her love and devotion for him went. He gave her a smile, despite what he had done with her he now felt not guilt, in fact he felt energized, as if he had something new to live for now. He had always wanted a good life for the two of them, not just one without money problems as they would never have that being born rich. But he wanted a life where they achieve whatever they wanted to. And one of the first things was to get the inheritance, and whatever careers pursuits the two wanted to do. He felt even closer to her now after having just literally came in her."I love you too Sara." He said softly, though those words he felt he should only say once he had given her the life she wanted. His lips pressed back against hers tenderly for another kiss. "We still have a lot of work out for us, but I'll be there all the way with you, as I'm sure you'll be there for me." He smiled as he leaned to touch his nose against hers and nuzzle against her. He never wanted this moment to end but he did want to make her do what he asked earlier. "So you want to go to sleep now? Or you want to suck on that cock of mine?" Cecil himself, was still ready for more. Sara kissed him back, any thoughts about this being wrong again receding to the back of her mind. “Always” she said in a soft voice as he said she would be there for him. She would do anything for her brother, she had always known that. She didn’t doubt he would do the same for her. She loved him more than anyone or anything else.“Mmmm I think I could stay up a bit later” she said, giving him a smirk and one last kiss before pushing him to the side, onto his back so he could relax as she moved down his body, kissing along his skin until she came to his cock, which she licked from the base to the head of his cock, dragging her tongue along his complete length until she took him between her plump lips. She had told her about giving that bartender a blow job, she wanted him to see that she would gladly do the same for him. "Mhmmm... In that case we'll stay up a bit more." He kissed her back passionately, still euphoric from the climax that the two of them just shared.He wondered if she had said that in the heat of the moment or actually meant it. Seeing her like that he smirked at her as he watched her kiss down his body and eventually take his cock into her mouth."Mhmm... Just like that my dear." He moaned as she moved his hand to her head running through her hair as he was so happy to receive the blow job that he had so wanted. "You're so good." He groaned in pleasure. Sara planned on showing him just how good she was. The boundaries in her mind slipped away as instead she focused on her brothers cock, giving him a blow job like any lover would, attentive and loving with every touch. She took her time, her tongue first circling the head of his cock, polishing the tip with her tongue before sinking her head lower, taking more of his cock into her mouth.She was happy to hear he was pleased, telling her how good she was. She looked up at him, looking at his face as she started to bob her head more. He only moaned louder as she throughly and slowly licked his cock and then took him into her mouth. Feeling her move up and down his cock while looking into his eyes, he moved a hand held her lightly but didn't interfere with her movements."Mhmmm... You're going to have me cum in no time if you keep this up." He told her while starting tooccasionally pump his cock into her mouth until he moved both his hands in their place on her head and began to slowly fuck her face, thrusting his length and burying its entirety within her. Sara sucked and lavished his cock with attention. It was nothing like the lazy blow job she had given that bartender, or any other guy she had been with actually. She wanted him to feel special and loved, worshipping his cock. At first she started out slow, but as he started to pump his cock into her mouth himself she began to increase her pace slightly, bobbing her head, saliva starting to drip down to the base of his cock, some down her chin as well.She let him take control when he gripped her head, beginning to thrust into her mouth. Sara couldn’t help but gag slightly as he buried his entire cock in her mouth, now pressing into her throat, but she was able to take him all, looking up at him with watery eyes from the effort. Cecil moaned, he didn't know just what she'd done with blowing other guys but he couldn't imagine her giving them a better time than what she was giving him. Her mouth, wet and hot, sucking on his cock worshiping him before increasing her pace and bobbing her head, taking all she could into him."Oh... Sara..." He moans only became louder as time went on, his hands now held onto her head as he began to shove his cock down further into her, making her take his cock down her throat as he filled her all the way. "Stop me if it is too much." He was aware of potentially discomfort that he could cause her, but she seemed to not mind it.He continued to pump his shaft into her mouth for a few more minutes before he his hands let go of her head to give control back to her. "I'm going to cum soon...." He told her. "Where would you want me?" He asked, wanting to hear her say just where she desired to his seed to be spilled. Sara didn't ask him to stop, she didn't want him to. She wanted to push herself to her limit for him, and while he thrust into her mouth she even moved her head down to meet him, pushing him even deeper. When he did eventually let go of her head, she took over once more, but she didn't slow the pace. She bobbed her head on his cock, going from keeping him in her mouth and lavishing the head of his cock with attention to taking him deep into her throat. She wanted to make him cum.She only stopped when he asked her where, taking that moment to catch her breath and pull her head away, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his dick. "I want to you to cum in my mouth, I want to taste your cum" she told him, her hand stroking his cock, covered in his saliva. After just a moment her mouth was on his cock again, this time she wouldn't be backing away until she had a stomach full of cum. He watched her as even after his rather rough facefucking of her, she didn't let up a moment as she had gotten back to sucking hard on his cock. "Mhmm... fuck... I can't hold back." He spoke between his moans. He wondered if Sara felt good that he was able to bring her brother to such a desperate moment on the verge of his climax.He hardly heard what she had said as she kept on sucking on his cock for a bit longer before using her hand to stroke his member milking at his seed. "Fuck..." He let out a loud scream as he came, shooting his load into her mouth his seed splattering onto her tongue as more jets of his semen filled her mouth, his cock throbbing in her hand.Cecil took awhile to come down from his high, his hand moved to stroke her hair before he reached to pull her up next to him. "You're amazing Sara..." He told her. Sara made sure to catch every last drop of his seed, tasting it on her tongue before she swallowed. Some still dripped out of the corner of her mouth, dribbling down her chin as she couldn’t quite keep up. When he finished she licked his cock one last time, cleaning off his cock before pulling her head away, licking her lips.She crawled back up the bed, laying against him, nuzzling close. “Funny, I was going to say the same” she said with a laugh, kissing the skin of his chest under where she rested her head. “Im so happy to have you back, and while I never would have imagined this... I don’t regret anything” she told him, surprising herself some, but that was the truth. He watched her swallow his cum, in such an erotic fashion that he had never seen a girl ever do. "Oh Sara..." He smiled at her as he watched her gulp down his seed and then start to lick at his cock before cleaning his member and then finally laying down next to him."Oh... you think I'm amazing for desperately shooting my load into your mouth?" He chuckled, liking to describe what he had done in graphical detail."I didn't imagine this would happen either. But I'm glad that it did. Now we could focus on what really matters." He pulled her closely to him. "But that'll be for tomorrow. I think we'll both get some good rest. Then we'll discuss our next steps. We need to bring our other brothers and sisters in line." He said as he gave her forehead a soft kiss before slowly falling asleep. “That, among other reasons” she said with a laugh, blushing at his choice of words, though it was the truth! She knew there was more to come, and she couldn’t help but feel excited to explore this new development in their relationship. It would be their little secret...“Good night, Cecil” she said, settling in against him, her body pressed close. He said tomorrow they would discuss next steps, putting their siblings in line. She wanted to see that happen, and she was excited to work towards that with him. She wondered just what he had in mind, but they would discuss it tomorrow. For now she let her body relax, sleeping quickly taking her thanks to just how relaxed he made her. Soon they were both sleeping together, wrapped in each other’s arms.The next morning she didn’t wake up early like she normally did, instead sleeping in with him, resting soundly. He'd keep this secret, though how much they can fool the staff with it? Surely they'd pick up upon it. Hopefully it won't be a huge issue. He may need to screen the staff and make sure that they were loyal and send off anyone potentially dangerous.Cecil woke late in the morning, but Sara was still asleep. He guessed that today they'd skip out on the run. After the "exercise" they had the previous day, maybe it wasn't needed. He leaned over and stroked her face gently, find the content look on her face very cute. He'd do anything to keep her happy like that.He thought of fucking her awake, but thought that he shouldn't indulge himself too much on her. They just had sex the previous night. He laid back and simply hugged against her, lazily waiting for her to wake up as he didn't want to have her wake up to an empty bed, besides it was normal for him to sleep in. Sara slept wonderfully, and when she did slowly start to wake up it was to her brothers continued embrace, and that made her feel so comfortable and relaxed. Slowly her eyes opened smiling at him as she saw him laying there alongside her, already awake.“Mmm good morning” she said, yawning and stretching out, extending her body much like a cat. “I hope you slept well, I know I did” she said with a smile, shifting herself, leaning in to give him a kiss. It seemed her mind didn’t change from the night before, still happy with this new change in their relationship. He moved his arms out of the way whe she had woken up, extending her arms and stretching. "Good morning., I've slept the best I had in a long time." He said, it was night and day compared to the previous night when he was struggling with the thought having sex with her and being called up early."I suppose we're not going to go for a run today? Well we could go for a walk and then eat breakfast. I was thinking." He said looking into her eyes. Their relationship really didn't change that much, he had always cared for her the most, it was only that she was now both his sister and his lover." Do you want us to discuss it over breakfast or after?" He wondered what her thoughts were on how to approach the issue, it wasn't going to be easy and they'd no doubt need to get their hands dirty to do this. "Mmmmm I like the sound of that, but maybe a shower first?" she suggested, enjoying the idea of a nice, intimate shower together. What a perfect way to start the day. Sara hadn't been in many relationships, most weren't very serious and none lasted long. She had just never felt that connected to someone. It didn't mean that she didn't want a relationship, though. She had thought about how nice it would to have someone, to feel that kind of romantic love. Now with Cecil, she was having those feelings. It excited her, made her want to spend as much time with him as possible. As scared as she had been by this last night, now she was just excited."We can talk about it over breakfast, sounds like perfect breakfast conversation to me. I can't wait to see what we can com up with... it's time we start standing up for ourselves" she said, feeling pretty eager to get into their planning. While he was gone she had felt that there was nothing she could do about the unfairness that took place. Her father favored the children of his first wife in a way that was not right or fair, all because they so easily took advantage of him with their manipulation. It was time the two youngest finally stepped up to take what was theirs. He smiled at her. "A shower together?" He asked, she had implied it and Cecil was more than willing to do just that. He finally got up from the bed and pulled her up with him, leading them over to the bathroom in Sara's room. He adjusted the temperature of the shower just right before leading her into the shower. He pinned her against the glass instantly as he kissed her on the lips. "You know, I've not done this with anyone else before." He said, regarding the shower as he reached for the sponge and body wash to start helping run down her body."I have a few ideas. But you'll need to help me. As you know... I tend to come up with less than right ways of exploiting the situation." He had always been someone who appeared to abide by the rules then try to subvert it without people knowing. But given the situation with their siblings that may be the only way. "Yes, together" she said with a laugh, leaning over to give him a kiss before they climbed out of bed together, Sara accepting his help up. They walked into her bathroom, the large walk in shower perfect for a romantic couple, with plenty of room, even a spot to sit that could easily be put to use... The water came from multiple direction, a luxurious shower designed just for her.Once the water was warm she stepped inside, pleased when she was immediately pinned against the glass wall, his lips on hers. "Never?" she said in surprise, looking back at him as he started to wash her off. "Well, the best part about being in the shower... is you can get as dirty as you want, and conveniently get clean at the same time... what do you think, want to try it?" she whispered into his ear as she stood close, kissing along his jaw line. "Here... I can start" she said, and she sank down onto her knees in the shower, not holding back as she reached out for his cock, stroking him and leaning in to give him another long lick, apparently hungry for him again, wanting more after last night. He had wondered if she had other intentions when it came to the shower. He smirked at her suggestion. "Alright then." He couldn't believe that she was wanting to suck on his cock once more. He moaned in pleasure at her licking though he took this chance to thrust his member into her mouth."Oh.. You're being naughty today. " He moaned in pleasure." I'll tell you what I had planned. "He smiled as he watched her attend to his cock." Once you get me hard I want you to get up and face away from me... Then I'm going to fuck that tight and of yours. "He wondered if she had taken it up there before. Either way it wasn't going to stop him. She was the one that suggested they do something dirty after all. Sara looked up at him, her mouth full of his cock as he told her just what he wanted, telling her that he was going to fuck her ass. "I haven't done that before" she said, pulling her mouth away from his cock for a moment. "I'm not saying I won't!" she clarified "I want you to fuck my ass, to have you be the first for something... but I just want to make sure you know to be gentle." Sara was excited to be able to give that to him, even if it did make her a little nervous. He would be careful, though, and she knew that all she had to do was trust him.She took his cock into her mouth again, sucking on him until he was hard again, and a little bit longer after that as she just seemed to enjoy herself. When she was finished she did as she was told, turning away from him just as he had asked. A smile crept on his face. He hadn't thought on whether she had taken a cock up her ass before. Though he would not be one bit surprised if he wasn't his first. Still he was delighted when she mentioned that he'd be her first. "Oh I will be gentle. I don't want you to get hurt and never wanting to do it again." Cecil told her while watched her continued to suck on his cock. Though right now he was thinking about what he could do with her next rather than focusing on that.He couldn't resist the urge to grab onto her head and then shove his cock into her mouth, pushing down her throat as he took her a few times. His cock was rock her when he pulled his member out of her."Alright Sara... why don't you assume your position now." He asked her while pulling her up to face him before turning her around, showing her just what position he wanted her to be in. Sara was wet with anticipation as she turned around, turning her head to look back at him over her shoulder, her hair wet and sticking to her skin, water dripping down her body. She leaned against the wall slightly, her hands bracing herself there as she stuck her round ass out slightly, right there for him to do with as he pleased."Like this?" she asked with a smirk, giving her ass a playful shake. She was a little nervous, sure, but above all she was excited to share this with him. It felt good to be able to give him something, sharing this particular first. Cecil watched, despite knowing just how her naked body looked and how it felt. He was still struck by just how beautiful she was as she moved about to tease him, moving to shake her butt. She would make any man the luckiest person on the planet and Cecil was glad that it got to be him. "Just like that my dear." He said as he moved his hand over to her butt, stroking her softly before giving her a loud spank.He moved his cock to push against her back entrance, but then shifted over to her pussy, thrusting into her and pumping her a few times before pulling out to then press it against her ass once more."You ready?" He asked her before starting to push his cock into her ass. He was slow, not wanting her to feel too much discomfort by just plowing her roughly. "Tell me if it's too much." He leaned over and breathed into her ear. Sara watched as he moved to stand behind her, feeling the head of his cock as it pressed against her virgin asshole, though thankfully he didn't just push right in. Instead he sank his cock into her pussy, making her gasp as she braced herself against the shower wall. It gave him plenty of lubrication, her pussy wet in anticipation, something she would be thankful in a moment. After his few thrusts in her pussy, his cock shifted up, returning to his main target. She shifted a little uncomfortably, feeling nervous, but not so much that she would change her mind."Yeah.... yeah, I'm ready" she said, nodding her head. He started to push his cock into her ass after that. At first he would have to apply plenty of pressure before her tight asshole would give away. She gasped as she felt the thick head of his cock pressing into her tight ass. "Just... go slow, okay" she said again, unable to help but wince as her ass stretched to accept his cock. He still couldn't quite believe what was happening right now. He was going to be the first to fuck Sara's tight ass. He moaned as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her, making sure to be slow with her. She had not told him to stop though and her ass... it felt exquisite, clenching around his cock perfectly as he pushed deeper into her most forbidden hole."Fuck..." He moaned louder as his cock filled her more and more. "I'm going to enjoy fucking this ass." He said as he filled her ass completely now and his hand gave her a few loud spanks. "And spanking it." He smirked, he let her get used to the size of his intrusion in her butt before moving again, slowly pulling out of her before then slowly pushing back into her once more. He began to take her slowly with controlled passion, not the pounding that he had given her pussy the night before."How does it feel knowing your brother is currently in your ass?" He leaned near her ear and asked her.

Blue Blood Is Thicker Than Water __Qt-Pollydactle__

The Drunken Galleon [Pirate Tavern Roleplay] [Open and Accepting]

In the Early 16th centaury, Grog Dens Such as this were Commonly Placed in most ports, Such as Port Royal and Tortuga. Pirates and Navy men alike come here to Drink themselves away. Grog, beer, Wine, and Spirits were already being commonly smuggled around, and Most Taverns have Found a Way to Haggle 'Other Products' from Sailors and Seamen alike. With piracy now Common place, most Tavern Owners have to Hire Mercenarys to Protect their Taverns. I am the Prioriter of one Such Tavern. The Names Elijah Evergreen, but you can call me GoldTooth. The Drunken Galleon is my Place of Busniess. May not look like much, but its the best damn Watering hole on this side of Isle de Cruix. All are Welcomed, be ya A Pirate looking for a night or two with a Wench, or a Navy men looking for somthing to lift his heart up.Though most pirates prefer Loot for Themselves, most pirates might, for a Price, Let you in on a Prime Spot for a Big Score, such as Large Doubloons, Pieces of Eight, Gold, and Other Untold Riches. With these you would be Set for life, so do you think the Risk is worth it?Gambling is the Sport of Kings, and Each man within the Tavern has Gained and lost Untold riches to the Risky sport. Will you Rise up to be Top Dog at this Tavern? or will you fall flat on your ass? Welcome to the Drunken Galleon, Wether you come to Drink, or to gamble, You will end up Loose all your money.Here are the Rules of the Tavern.1. No Godmoding or Power moding.2. No Killing off other Charecters without the Owners Permission.3. No making yourself super rich or Notorious, You must keep yourself to a Certain level.4. Send me the Profile and post :feesh: Somewere so I know you read the rules.5. Post the Profiles yourself.6. I will have jobs for Charries. There Is Waitress, Bartender, Bouncer, and Card Dealer. If you wish for a Job, let me know.7. Post More then 2 Sentences, I can Understand writers block, but not all the Time. Also speak in 3rd person.Here are the SkeletonsName :Age : [Lowest is 18]Ship : [Optional, and if you have one, Put the name]class : [Pirate, navy, or just a Civilian]Rank :[ Only for Pirate and Navy, such as First mate or Captian]Bio : [Atleast a Paragraph.]Pic :Here is my Skeleton.Name : Elijah 'Gold Tooth' EvergreenAge : 26Ship : The El DoradoClass : Pirate Bar-owner.Rank : Captain.Bio : Elijah is The owner of the Drunken Galleon, and a rich one at that. He has Stashs of loot that helps him Keep up his place, and is abled to Pay off a Guard or two turn away from alittle gunslinging. His ship the "El Dorado" is Nicknamed after the City of gold because it is Rumored he once Went there, hence his Vast Wealth.Pic : Name : Scarlett Aurora Marquet Age : Twenty Ship : Scarlett's Revenge Class : Pirate Rank : Captain Bio : Scarletts always been the type of girl to be off on her own. When she was sixteen both her parents died of disease, so she was instantly forced to leave the area from not having a penny to her name. So her and her fiance left on his ship and traveled the Caribbean together for four years. But tragedy struck and a group of Pirates heading from Havana deciding to steal everything on Scarlett and her Alexanders ship. But Alexander wouldn't let that happen. So he got in a fight with the captain of the pirate ship and ended up dying of a fatal wound. They took everything on the ship and threw Alexander over the side. Scarlett was then left alone, by herself in the middle of the Caribbean. So in order to get the ship fixed up she traveled here in search of a job to fix up her ship and set sail again. Luckily she got a waitress job at the Drunken Galleon.Pic : Name: Diablo LucifirAge: 20Ship: I don't have oneClass: PirateRank: I'm a lone pirateBio: Diablo has been on his own since he was twelve, he often took refuge to the sea and loved to do just that. He's helped himself survive and get money, and learned to fight by himself. He's been toughened by being alone and he doesn't take crap from people, he's had friends here and there, but they always seem to die after meeting him. He has no one ship, commandeering ships as he goes to a new place then gets rid of the ship, he hide them so he knows where to find them. But he's not very lucky in the sense that he always gets into a cannon fight and gets his ship blown to bits then he has to get to the closest island and stay there until he can steal a ship. That's how he wound up here in the town where the drunken galleon is.Pic: Announcment for the Roleplay and to its memebers.If we do not get one more member within the week, we will start. If you know anyone that might wish to join, please ask them.Goldtooth. ---------- Elijah was Inside His tavern, playing Poker with other Navel men and Sea-men. He was merrily Singing the Oldest Pirate Song in the book. "Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest--Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!Drink and the devil had done for the rest--Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!"The mate was fixed by the bos'n's pike,The bos'n brained with a marlinspike,And Cookey's throat was marked belikeIt had been grippedBy fingers ten;And there they lay,All good dead menLike break-o'-day in a boozing-ken--Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! " he sang, he took a Swing of his grog, then sucked in air for another verse. Scarlett went around the tavern tending to the orders of all the men and women inside, though it was mostly men. When it came time for her break she went to the back of the room and leaned against the wall, sighing softly as her long black hair fell in her green eyes. At the moment she was wearing her usual outfit (The one in her picture). And looked to seem pretty tired from her long day of working. She made her way over to the bar, getting her usual drink and listening to the owner sing a song. She sometimes sang in the tavern, but her pirate songs were more darker then the happy life loving pirate songs. He Stopped for a Moment. Outside he could hear a Commotion. "Scarlett, watch over the Tavern, im going to go and check this out" He told her, the pulled out a Pepperment Musket.[Pepperment Musket. Aka A Sawed off Version of a Shotgun, except that it has 8 Holes. Pirates useully Carried them to Stave off Riots.] Name : Ryek Le'Raux Age : 28 Ship : Devil's Dream class : Pirate Rank : Captain Bio : Ryek turned to piracy at the tender age of fifteen. His parents had been law abiding aristocrats. Nobles. Important people of the society they had lived in and Ryek followed in their footsteps perfectly. Until soldiers marched on Palaise de Vespen, the name of Ryek's large mansion, with orders from the French royal family. The charges against Ryek's family was treason. An outrageous claim and unfounded claim. There was no trial, Ryek's parents and all the servants were excuted then and there. Ryek ran, not even sure how he managed to escape. He fled towards the sea. He stowedaway on a ship, though he was found. It was a pirate ship, but instead of tossing him overboard the captain put him to work. Took him under his wing so to speak. To this day he still does not know why his family was charged, though, he never thinks about such depressing things anymore. Pic : Scarlett gave a slight nod and went behind the bar. In truth, she only went there to look out from the small window that was there. It had a perfect view of the beautiful ocean. The setting sun made the view even better as her emerald eyes sparkled at the scene. "A pirates life for me." She whispered, sighing in a dreaming tone. Her french accent could clearly show in her voice, for she was from the French city of Port- de- Paix but moved to Tortuga when she was seven. She knew Spanish as well as French from traveling the Caribbean, but French was her soul language. Though she usually spoke English, at times she would speak French when upset. She looked out to the harbor, knowing her ship was sitting a little further down it and that she had almost enough money to fix it. At the moment the ship was her home, so every night after work she'd go back to it and sleep in the captains cabin. Goldtooth looked at a New Ship in the Harbor. "Huh, I wonder who has the Pieces of Eight to buy that sort of work.....damn, it looks like a Frigate, yet is built like a War ship." He said to himself, then moved up towards it, he noticed that on the side of the Ship, he saw the name 'Devils Dream' Written on it. "Perfect name, I guess."[Sorry if this is God-moding kry :sweat: But honestly, Im quiet low on ideas right now. Only just woke up ] ][lol This is a long post...and..it's fine to godmod against NPCs it's just other players you shouldn't do that to. Cause players like to be able to react or try to react to what's happening to their characters. AND seeing my ship isn't godmod, godmodding only really happens in fights.][ The Devil's Dream. And gods was it a dream. It's sails were a dusky grey color and the wood of the boat only a shade darker than it's sails. It sailed like a dream, fast despite it's size, and the flag that it flew was none other than a good old Jolly Roger. It was manned by a rather large crew, but Ryek didn't have trouble keeping them in line. They respected him, over half owed their lives to him. He was without a first mate though. This ship was hell on water to any who met her under hostile conditions. Rumors said that she had sunk over a thousand ships...But...that was just rumors. Ryek would say he'd sunk maybe twenty, but that was pirate modesty. It was a ship anyone could be proud of, a ship that could spark the fire of lust and greed. Ryek couldn't tell anyone the number of times bandits and rogue pirates had tried to steal his lovely ship, none had not been successful. It was a big ship, it took a rather large crew to sail her, rogue pirates and bandits weren't organized enough to have that many people in on a theft. That and certain crew members always stayed on board when they made port to guard the lovely thing. The bored was lowered, connecting ship to pier and Ryek sauntered off as if he didn't have a care in the world. Ryek wasn't rich, nor was he the most notorious of all the seas, he didn't command notoriety, he commanded respect. Ryek stepped off onto the pier, and glanced about. He grinned as he noticed the man looking at his ship, he moved to stand next to the man and turned to pass an admiring eye over his ship. "Isn't she gorgeous?" "Shes a Buet, alright. Damn Near as Beautiful as My El Dorado." He looked around it. "Hey, Seriosuly, what Class is this ship? a Frigate or a War-ship? honestly I cant tell." He told him, putting away his musket. "Thing is built like a Frigate but armed to the tip like a War-ship, its damn near the pefect boat." Ryek grinned. "She's a little bit of both and something else. She glides across the water faster than a ship her size should. Amazing thing she is." He eyed the man for a moment. "It's alright to look, but don't touch her. My crew gets a bit paranoid when strangers touch her." He had laughed a bit and clapped the man on the shoulder in a friendly way. Then he turned and started to make his way towards the Drunken Galleon to get himself a drink. A few members of Ryek's crew headed down off the ship and scattered. Probably going to enjoy some of the carnal pleasures of making landfall. Scarlett left the bar area and went to the entrace door of the cabin. She poked her head out and saw the owner talking with a man next to a very beautiful ship, one that made her ship look small and pitiful. Though in reality her ship was 3/4 the size of his. Her ship was a Frigate, so it was a shame that it wasn't out at sea. After Alexander was killed she had gotten herself a new crew (from Alexander's crew being killed..)) and then set sail here to be in search of a job. At the moment her crew was off enjoying their relaxation time, for until the boat was ready to set sail they could be off having the time of their life. Scarlett was already fairly close to having the boat repaired completely, since a few of the crew still slept in the crews quarters below deck and helped her with the repairs when she had the money. In all her ship had only taken down three other ships, mostly because they didn't sink the ships, just stole their loot. And most of the time they sailed in areas that most ships weren't seen in. After dividing the plunder when they arrived here, she didn't have enough money to repair the ship all at once. But in one weeks time she'd have enough to set sail by the following Sunday. She left the door and glided bast the wooden circular tables, yawning slightly as she passed the gamblers and went behind the bar yet again. Since there was no bartender yet, she usually got the men their drinks as well. Diablo was at sea in a war ship that he had stolen and men that he promised would live if they helped him. They agreed willingly enough not wanting to die. They didn't go to the pier yet, they were sailing in to stop and he'd have the crew sail the ship, who's name he didn't even care to know over to an unseen cove that he knew exactly where to find it. Then he'd get it when he was ready to. He found his way to the drunken Galleon and sat at the back corner of the room where there was a table, not really there to drinl or gamble, just relax after a couple of weeks at sea. Goldtooth walked into his Tavern, then Usherd the Shipowner to the Bar. "First Round is on me. Scarlett, get this man a Drink, I gotta Go and Bring up my El dorado." He said to her, then looked at the man." My Ship is Priceless. I built that ship with my own two hands. Took me forever but I did it." He said, then left. You could see the Crew of the ship walk behind him, armed to the teeth. Ryek gave the man a look as he was ushered to the bar. Though he couldn't help but grin when the male bought him the drink. Ryek hadn't built his ship, he had inherited her, so to speak. He just laughed lightly and grinned as the man left with his crew to see to his own ship. Those eyes now turned to the barmaid. His eyes roamed over her, approvingly for a moment. Though it was just a moment, then he was grinning at her, his eyes on her face. "I'll have something strong, my sweet." Outside, the El Dorado, A giant Beauty, Came sailing towards the port. It was Massive, Twice the Size of the Devils Dream, and twice the high. It had about 50 or so cannons on each side, and the crew totaled up to 300 Even. He Rowed back to the Tavern and tapped the Captains shoulder. "Now my Ship is a Beut." He pointed outside.[Ignore the fact that its floating in thin air xD] Diablo saw the ships and found them to be quite the beautys that he one day wished would be a ship he could captain and have a crew, but right now, he was working alone and stealing ships to get to where he needs to go. He like the Devil's dream better then the El dorado, but both were beautiful ships. Scarlett watched the mans eyes look her over. "Okay, coming right up." She said, turning around to take out the strongest, and best rum of the house. She poured him a glass and then put the cork back on the rum bottle, turning to the rather handsome man. "Best in the house." She said, giving a small smile and sitting the bottle in front of him. "So your the man who owns that beautiful ship outside?" She asked, smirking slightly. "I only wish my ship looked that could, but at the moment she's un-sailable." She said, giving off a small sigh with her full lips. She turned and got the rum bottle for herself, pouring herself a glass and downing it. When another group of men came up to the bar she started to wait on them when the man missing many teeth started to grab her arm, call her many things that most woman had never even heard of, and then offered to take her back to his ship. "Not for a million gold pieces!Vous écume sale (You filthy scum)" She said, smacking the mans arm away. She rolled her eyes and glared at him in disgust. "Some men just think they can do whatever they want in a tavern.." She muttered, her french accent coming out strong as she spoke. "Thanks." Ryek took the drink gratefully and knocked it back rather quickly, sitting the empty cup down just in time to get tapped by the man from earlier, Ryek had stood and turned, peering out the open doors of the Tavern and shrugged. "A bit too big for my liking, but she is beautiful. Puts my Dream to shame, she does." Ryek's laughter filled eyes turned hard for a moment and he looked to the man that had grabbed the barmaid. He made a soft noise of disgust, but it seemed the barmaid could handle herself and his assistance wasn't needed. He sat back down and looked at her. "Most women that work in taverns also sell their bodies to the drunken dogs." Ryek was not implying anything, it was just a fact, he found it rather odd that the woman working in this tavern was not that sort of female. He shrugged slightly. "It's what they're used to, so they expect it in every place they go." Diablo noticed the man grab the barmiads arm and found that men where used to the barmaids selling themselves, she seemed to be the exact opposite, she only seemed to be working here to achieve a goal like repair a ship or something like that. He thought about getting a drink, but decided not to. She nodded to the man. "Yes, most do. But i'm not a weak woman looking for dirty money." She said, smirking a bit as he talked of his ship. "She's the perfect size! Hell, you put my ship to shame. She's only about 3/4's the size of yours.. but she means the world to me. Unfortunetly, she costs the world to be fixed." She smiled. She then poured herself another glass of the rum and looked to the man. "Would you like another?" She asked, raising her left eyebrow. She then looked out the open door to see the owner showing off his rather large ship. "I got my ship from losing a loved one dear to me, I could never afford such a ship as his." She said softly.((Since were sharing ships, heres mine! (: "I inherited my ship from the captain before me. I was his first mate. That was years and years ago though. Still. I am in need of a first mate, myself." He shrugged a bit, when she asked him if he wanted another glass he shook his head a bit. "One glass will do me for now. I prefer to keep my wits about me." He gave a meaningful glance to some men already drunk in the tavern. "I don't think I would be able to bear it if I were stuck on land, the sea is true freedom. You can't find freedom like that anywhere else." He smiled at her. "My fiance was killed, and so was most of his crew. So it became mine." She said, taking a sip of her rum. "I know, It kills me to not be at sea. And to work with all these men grabbing at me. I find pirates rather amazing people, being one myself. But when their drunk they're just no fun." She said, giving a playful grin. "I almost have my ship repaired, but it will still take another week before I can set sail. Which that reminds me.." She said, looking out to the sun. "I should be down here when the sun sets, though I have no clue if the owner wants me to stay longer than usual." She said, her green eyes looking saddened by the idea of staying here longer and being away from her ship. He nodded a bit as he listened and then grinned at her. "If you don't stay longer, look at all the wonderful company you'll be missing." He swept his arm out a bit to indicate the drunken fools in the tavern. "And I'm sure many more will be in when the sun finishes setting." He was only teasing her. Grinning a bit. "Without a lover, I'm sure your bed has turned cold. It wouldn't hurt to have someone help warm it every now and then." It was hard to tell if he was teasing her, or offering to bed her. "Yes, it's got rather cold. But there's no men here usually that set my standards, and a man as fine as yourself is bound to have a wife of some sort." She said, curious to see what the man would say. He was handsome, but she liked men that had a more romancing approach, like how Alexander had romanced her into being his lover, not just asked her. She let out a small laugh. "Oh how I'll miss them when I go out to my harbor home, trust me I can hear them from my captains quarters." She smirked. "With my ship so close, its a hassle to get back to it for the night without one of those men trying to harass me." She said, letting her emerald eyes roll before glancing back at the man. "May I ask what your name is?" "A wife?" Ryek roared with laughter, as if she had just said the funniest thing in the world. "Imagine...A pirate captain with a wife..." He laughed a bit more before finally settling down and shaking his head. He had never known any pirate that had a wife. Oh sure, some men had left their wives to be pirates, but he had never known any that were married, that usually happened when the pirate retired to settle down. "No woman with half a brain would marry a pirate, especially a captain...Women love dashing criminals sure, but they don't love the life that comes with being tied to one...and such hardships I would never wish upon any woman that walks the land." He was smiling at her, and shaking his head slightly as if he couldn't get a funny joke out of it. He cleared is throat a bit. "Ah...My name is Ryek Le'Raux." ][I gotta go. I'll be back a while later though.][ She smiled. "I know many men with woman that they left in cities along the Caribbean, always longing to return to them." She said, laughing a little. "But yes, a captain would be hard to marry unless the woman was a pirate herself." She said, then ran her hand through her long black hair. "I'm Scarlett Marquet." She said in a velvety tone. "Maybe i'll find someone to share my bed with eventually, but its hard finding someone worth while." She said, biting her lip. "Hey Goldtooth, am I allowed to go home now?" She asked, seeing that the sun was now set. Goldtooth looked at her "Il double your pay for tonight if you say justa couple hours longer, still trying to find a decent waiter. Honestly, the land-men here a un-reasonable. I wish I was back at El-Dorado, that place was every pirates Paradise....well....atleast Pirates who have a mind to enjoy it. I dont mean by the gold, I mean by the Brillent palm trees, the Friendly villagers, and the kind leaders." He told her. Scarlett sighed. "Will do Sir." She said softly. "And i'll be your waitress until I have enough money to repair my boat, that also includes that I can be a barmaid as well if you like." She said, eying him. "Your ships a beauty Goldtooth, though it's a bit large don't you think?" She said, thinking it would be hard to steer, especially in cannon fights. ((i'm so lost and have very little patience to read it)) ((Its only about ten posts, and their all pretty short. But if you still don't feel like reading I can give you an update. )) ((Yeah i can try, but right now i'm like a cat, not much attetion to one thing, lolz))Diablo did his usaul and stayed quiet and unnoticed, listening to the bar maid and this Ryek, he found the conversation pretty interesting. Although he stole ships to travel he wanted to get on of his own, or make one like the bar owner did, just smaller so he could menuver it with onlty him and maybe a couple more crew members, he was a well known pirate, well for taking ships, and he didn't like that one, though some pirates looked up to him. He was now lost in thought about what his ship would look like, he'd stay here and build it, and realise the men and their ship, he'd have mercy this time. He wondered when someone would notice him and start a conversation just listening got boring sometimes. He shook is head at sScarlett "I dont mean my ship Scarlett...." He looked around, then huddled closer to them "Ya know the rumors about me going to the City of gold?......Well their true....I once went there, a very very long time ago. I used almost a quater of the gold to build up my Tavern and my ship." he told them "I could go there again, but whats the point? I am set for life here, I have a decent busniess, a perfect ship, and a Good-natured staff. " he told her, then he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a Pair of earrings made of Soild gold. "Priestess used to wear this during rituals." He tossed them to scarlett. "keep 'em. Scarlett bit her lip and handed the earrings back to the owner. "I'm sorry sir, but i'd rather not take something from you so expensive." She said, letting her bangs fall into her face and she frowned. "I'm sorry, it's just.. I only wear one pair of earrings that were given to me by someone I loved. Its a nice gesture though, but i'd rather work for my own items." He over heard that the owner had gone to the city of gold. "I have heard those rumors." He says so they can hear him. "That is quite to the trip, I thought about doing it myself, but never really got a crew that wasen't too chicken." He said adding to his tale, he had thought about going there, but didn't have a relable enough ship to do that. "I give them to you not as a gift, but because I dont need them." He told her, then heard the man "I could Guide ya to the City o' gold. When I went there, I made a Map, so incase i needed money, I could go again." he told the man, then looked at Scaarlett. "Scarlett, take the Earrings. I want you to have them, or would you rather Wager for them in a bit of Pirate Gamble?" He asked her, grinning. "I'd rather wager. Then i'd be winning them." She smirked, then glanced to Ryek, wondering if he would start talking with her again. He was rather interesting.. ((Sorry its short, writers block x.x)) He grinned at her, then went over to the Table, and pulled out a Deck of Cards. "Fine, if you win, I will give you the Gold nesscary to Repair that Sloop of yours. But if I win, I take the ship Myself, Do we have a Deal?" He asked her, curious to see if she would take the Chance. "No deal. I only need a weeks worth of pay to repair my ship, and its everything to me." She said, not even leaving her spot behind the bar. She wasn't about to lose her ship to some rich man. Not her dead fiances ship..it was the only thing she had left in life. "I just can't lose it." She whispered, her emerald eyes saddening a bit, her black bangs falling into her eyes. "If Im correct, it was Raided by Pirates.....they took your ring....was it somthing like...this?" He pulled out a Ruby studded ring with a White diamond in the middle.[writers block] Scarlett shook her head. "Nope, this is my ring." She said, pulling at a silver chain necklace around her throat, where at the end was a silver ring with a emerald on it. He reached into his bag, looking around, and you could hear the jingle of somthing "Your fiancees ring.....what did it look like?" He asked her. What he wasent telling her was that he was the pirate that killed her Fiancee. It was Stormy, so the Vision was poor, so his ship and his face was very hard to see. "I have his ring as well. He gave it to me before he died." She said, showing that his ring was also on her necklace as well. It was a plain silver ring, but it meant the world to her. She sighed. "You'll say anything to try and get my ship won't you?" She asked, shaking her head. "I'd only bet it if it was something worth while. Not something I already have." She said, still standing at the bar. So far she was just getting annoyed. He started to get worried, but then he got hit with the most brillient idea "How about information on your Fiancees Killer?" He asked her. He looked at her full in the face with a grin. "I might know a person or two who might have been involved in your Fiancees death." He told her. "I won't bet my ship on it, but i'll bet something else." She said, thinking for a moment. "Name what you want. Money, antiques, gold?" She asked, eying him. She'd kill whoever killed her fiance, that way she could move on and be happy again. Ryek sat and listened. He was good at that. Better at that than he was at talking, if you could believe it. Amusement danced in his eyes as Goldtooth tried his best to convince Scarlett to gamble her ship away. It obviously meant the world to her, she had pretty much said as much earlier. Ryek's on ship held no sentimental value, but he wouldn't do anything with her if he thought it might cause him to lose her. She was a very very good ship. "Come now. Don't tease the lady so.." He gave Goldtooth a grin. Though they were both pirates. It was how pirates worked, they gambled. Ryek had glanced at another in the tavern, one that had spoken up only minutes ago. He looked him over once, twice. Then his eyes were on Goldtooth again. "Women need to be treated gently...even pirate women." He was grinning as he said it though, a bit serious a bit teasing himself. "Know what? ima skip the Theritics and get right to it.....the person who killed your fiancee..." He began, then pulled out the same knife he used on the day "Was none other then....me" He grinned wickedly at her, and underneeth the table he cocked the Musket. ][Oh my! o.o I don't think Scarlett will like that...and I don't think I should post until she reacts. ][ Diablo didn't try talking, he found this to be quite facinating. He just sat where he was and listened, he didn't even respond to GOldtooth yet. He found tat he was actually a sick and twisted man to do what he did.((Sorry writers block, it's earlt today)) Scarlett heard the musket click as he said his words. "Ah, so your the man with such small confidence that he has to kill and have such big and expensive items to make himself look and feel better? I do know all these items must be making up for a rather small item on your lower half," She said, grinning slightly as she mocked the man. "I will not kill you, because one day when your old and alone and your on your death bed.. you will think of all the men you killed. And I hope it haunts you more than anything when you start to hear those voices, see those people, and hear the sea calling for you to be swallowed up in it." She spat. She grabbed the cutlass sword at her side that was sticking to her from being tied to her belt. "Oh come now, hide behind a gun? Well if you wish to play that way.." She let the sword drop to her side before bending over and lifting her dress up to her knee. On the side of her tanned leg was a gun strapped onto her by leather. She slid it from the leather, cocked it and aimed it at his head. "Put the gun down or i'll shoot that sad excuse of a thing you have in your pants." She growled, aiming it towards under the table. She bit her lip, trying to fight back the words she wished to scream, the plates she wished to throw.. and the bullet she wished to shoot. She then stopped, sliding the gun into her belt. "You know what, I pity thee." She said, her voice sounding slightly sarcastic. "So what if you killed my fiance? At least he died a true pirate instead of some rich pirate wannabe. He had not a penny to his name, but he's still far better than you'll ever be." She said, grabbing the rum bottle and pulling the cork off. She then left the tavern, rum in hand as she started to walk down the dock to her boat. "Yo ho, Yo ho a pirates life for me..." She muttered, taking a swig of the rum. Now she would have to pawn her rings in order to repair her ship to leave. When her ship was in sight she gave a soft smile, a few tears trailing down the sides of her face. ((Burrrrnnn Lol (: )) ((lolz, nice post.))Diablo found the turn of events too much and walked out, he didn't care for it too, much, wel not that, it tired him out just watching, he really didn't fight much, he didn't have to. He walked to a natural cave in the side of a big cliff by the beach and found a comfortable spot there and laid down, he thought from here he could she the small ship that needed to be fixed, but wasen't sure. Elijah had a big grin on his face. "Man...I cant believe she actaully bought that!" He laughed aloud ."women....so f-ing gullible. They believe the simplest of lies. "He said to himself, then put away his musket. "But, sense she even dares to insult my Man-hood, now its time to re-open the scars." He went to his ship, and the cannons were pulled out. "Ready......aim....!" ((Dude, when you have your characters mind set on being the man that killed her fiance, and you state it through typing (Not through your characters words of speech, but by just what you put in the post) Then how the hell am I supposed to not think its true? You go through all this trouble to say you were somehow a part of her life.. Isn't that kind of godmodding? Plus her ships next to about ten other ships, lined up in a harbor by the dock. If you shoot it then you destroy a ton of other boats... . _ . About ten posts ago you gave so much detail saying that he killed him.....it just makes no sense.. < . <))Scarlett sighed, seeing the man go to his ship and aim towards her ship. She rolled her eyes. If he destroyed her ship she'd rip his intestines out and shove them down his throat..She growled slightly, going over to her boat and climbing up the rope that had it tied to the dock. Once she was on her ship she went to the main deck, eying the man. Everyone always said that she must have a tiny boat due to being a woman.. but the boat was almost the same size of the Devil's Dream boat that was put right next to hers. Plus hers had many qualities. She gave a slight bow to the man aiming his cannons at the ship. "Go ahead, kill an innocent woman." She said softly, her emerald eyes looking him over in pity. "You'll still amount to nothing." She said coldly, sitting on the railing of the main deck. She swung her feet around to be facing him on the other boat. She fluttered her eye lashes softly, yawning at the mans appearance and consistancy of destroying things to feel better than everyone. It was rather dull. "Au Revoir Goldtooth!" She called, giving a slight wave. Revoir meant goodbye until we meet again in french, she smirked softly at her words. She ran her hand through her long hair, letting out a long sigh from her lips. She walked over to the stairs that led up to the poop deck and glided up them, grabbing a pair of handcuffs that were put onto the wheel. She then slid down the banister onto the main deck and went over to the railing, latching one wrist to the boat so that if it went down.. so did she. Though of course she had the key in her pocket in case he decided to fight her. [Welll...yea...um....uhhh...-feeling retarded-]Elijah smiled at her, then boared her ship. He pulled out his musket and fired at the handcuffs. "You believed my Lie about your fiancee, but I didnt think you would take it to this extent....."He put away his musket, then held out his hand "You know just about as well as I do, that I aint capable of killing a innocent being, all i do is make money." He told her. "consider your ship payed for, Il have the Repairs payed for by tomarrow." Scarlett still stood still. "I'll earn it myself.." She said, biting her lip. "I guess i'll see you again tomorrow when my shift begins? I'm going to have to take the rest of the night off." She said, throwing the broken handcuffs out into the ocean. She peered over the side, watching them slowly disappear from her vision. She glanced back at the man. "You never joke about a lost loved one." She whispered, her eyes slightly cold. "Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd do anything for them?" She asked. "Because if you have, then you'd know not to do such things. Especially if the persons loved one died." She said, turning away. "Truth be told I have....but that was so long ago i barly remember it" He told her, leaning on the side "I was once married to Spainish princess, truth be told. But one day i took her to sea with me, then it all went to hell and back. We were raided by a Rival of mine. "he told her." Not only did he rob me of my Crew and my Wealth, but he took the life of my wife. He then burned my ship, and left me marooned on an island.....then again, i should be thankul for that alone, it was the same island i found the city of gold." He told her, sounding, for once, human. "Then you should know not to take the one thing that matters most to me." She said softly, eying him. Their stories were fairly similar, but she couldn't trust him after what he said about Alexander. "Well, if you'd like me to continue working through out the night I can, just it'd be best to not talk with me." he let his head fall back "I was angrey after what happend, so i took my revnege on him. it brought me nieter relief of pain nor pleasure. So after that i set aside my compassion, steeled myself for what needed to be done." He told her, now sounding like a Hermit. "emotions cut a line into you, therfor leave you vulnerable. I left them beside so that I could keep on living. "He told her. " You were right about one thing, scarlett.....What you see is just a mask.....Iv seen and felt worse pain then you could imagne." "Ah, but that's where your wrong. I've dealt with just as much pain as you." She said, her silvery tone fading. "Even though I'm a woman, i've had many hardships." She said, biting her lip. "Now if you don't mind i'll be getting back to the tavern.. I still need the money to repair my boat." She said, walking across the main deck and then walking out onto the tip of the boat where the rope was. She then slid down the rope and started to walk back to the tavern. Ryek had more or less just stood there and watched. He had been ready to defend the lady or the male. He hadn't quite decided. But it seemed he didn't need to interfer as they quickly took themselves out of the Tavern. Ah well. He watched them go. Peeking out a window once or twice to see where they were. Then like any true pirate, Ryek had scrambled over the bar and scrounged around for something. Money or valuables he could snatch. He wouldn't take much. Just a bit. He didn't want to get caught before getting out. Then he'd grabbed a bottle of rum and made his way back to the customer side of the bar. Sat down on the stool he had occupied earlier and took a sip from the bottle. He wasn't even sure why he had grabbed the bottle. He didn't drink much. Drunk pirates didn't last long and he planned on dying of old age, or in a sword fight. Not in a ditch somewhere at the hands of cutthroats because he was to drunk to walk and see straight. Diablo had a fire going in the cave because he had woken up, or had he even fallen asleep, he wasen't even sure about that himself. He was watching as the flames eat the wood hungrily and found that some areas of the fire made shapes, and he was entranced by this, then looked around hearing a couple of crabs walk just outside the cave.

The Drunken Galleon [Pirate Tavern Roleplay] [Open and Accepting]

Islands of Mahasarpa [IC]

Moonlight on still waters."We are cursed. We are cast out and every breath brings us closer to death."The words of the tattooed mystic were neither helpful nor inspiring as theLast Snowsat dead in the water three days sail southwest from the island of Naga. The night sky was clear yet no wind had emptied it of clouds just like no wind filled the slack and empty sails. The two nagas tattooed on the mystics bald held glowed in the weak light of the moon as they actually danced across his scalp.Captain Lai Tamori raised an eyebrow at her twin brother."Sati..."She began but stopped as he turned towards her. She sighed and shook her head then motioned to the crew to resume rowing. The eight sailors took hold of their oars and began rowing in time to the dull, regular beat of one of them stomping his foot on the deck. Lai and Sati held each others stare for a few moments, some wordless speech passing between them that only brother and sister could understand. Lai shook her head again and turned away back towards the three of you, standing with her on the small sterncastle deck. Across the deck on the bow Sati blinked once and turned aside also, facing the open waters in front of the pinnacle ship."Again, please excuse my brothers speech."Lai says softly."He rarely leaves his temple. There, prophetic words are common, not at all unsettling to sailors who know nothing of what he means. More tea?"Lai asks and her steward standing nearby holds the tea pot ready to refill cups.Afternoon tea at midnight is merely the latest in a series of strange things that have happened since you accepted Captain Lai's job offer to escort her brother to Mahasarpa Island. Traveling only at night, stopping for hours at a time while he communes with the spirits, forbidding the sailors from singing rowing songs as it disturbed his concentration; each oddity only served to increase both the sailors distrust and dislike of him as well as Captain Lai's embarrassment."Akie-san, it's been almost a year since last we sailed together."She says in a desperate and obvious attempt to change the conversation."Where have you gone in your travels? I heard about that business last month with the Lakshmana merchant and his 'sea ghosts'."She says with a sly smile."I hope you were not involved in such a poorly disguised smuggling scheme. I'd expect you wouldn't get caught."She laughs lightly at her own joke and then glances towards Hakukai, still smiling."Ah, of course, the Last Snow would not be involved with such a plot either. Too small a ship.""Weeleetslo-san, when do you think it's likely the air kami will grace us with their presence? We have not had a full sail since we left port." "I will have to ask, Captain. Perhaps if we are fortunate and the winds are a mere day away hiding behind the horizon we have to only wait a little longer..."The Darfellen points towards the starry sky while his seal B'akai rests idly on his lap."or perhaps I have to call upon the spirits in order to get the attention of the wind kami.They are quite capricious and could easily be distracted." he continues with a wistful smile."Regardless there will be a ritual. I hope you like a show."He says finally. Hakukai Akoya is a well built woman with blueish skin, about six feet tall and with a proud posture. She wears no makeup, keeps her pale blond hair short and smiles genuinely with deep blue eyes."Of course, Captain Lai,"the Aventi woman says calmly, with a nod.As a Knight of the Pearl, Hakukai wears metal armor even at sea; a simple affair consisting of pearly white breastplate, leg plates, and helm, adorned with the holy symbol of Aventernus.Not one to commune with spirits or summon the winds to fill the ship's sails, the paladin continues to sit and sip tea with the captain and her fellows, somewhat demure. AkiMalu Akie had adapted well to the strange sailing rituals imposed by the mystic. While he does not do magic, or prophecies, he insists he needs a clear and focused mind to work his skills. For hours at a time, you could find him balancing in a weird place or suspended from another, meditating.The Vanaran smiles at the captain, baring his primate teeth."I would not get caught."He then briefly eyes Hakukai and adds:"Nor would I knowingly be involved in smuggling...of course."He winks at the captain while taking a sip of his tea."I spent quite some time on land. I joined fortune seekers to explore long forgotten sites in the jungles. Dangerous, but profitable. I got drawn back to the sea again, though."He shrugs."I don't belong there, out in the jungle."Oblivious to the apparent sillyness of his last words, Aki finishes his tea. The Last Snow, Southwest of Naga"The sailors tired arms will not be the only ones grateful if you can find an answer, Weeleetslo-san."She says.Lai nods to Akie."It is well that you know this and do not fight it."She says."There are some..."She pauses and glances towards her brother for a moment. If Sati feels her attention he does not show it and Lai turns back to Aki."Some who have a hard time accepting truths about themselves. It is wiser to look in the mirror and believe what you see than to close your eyes and wish whatever you like."She holds Akie's eyes for a moment longer and then turns towards Hakukai and Weeleetslo, smiling once again."I know Akie-san so well, it is rude of us to sit here and talk like old friends while guests politely sip tea. I'm sure you've heard of me but I know little about each of you, beyond what little ears hear. Sati didn't explain why he wanted gaijin bodyguards, he just said to find ones outside the Clans."She says still with a pleasant smile.Spoiler Hide For our purposes gaijin will refer to any non-human. It is undoubtedly a racist term though not all that use it think of it as one. By that I mean some people don't think they're being racist by using it even though they are. It's not the worst term for non-humans though (not sure what that would be) and it wouldn't raise many eyebrows, if any, if used among a human centric group of people. Basically, the cultural point I'm trying to make is that Captain Lai doesn't appear to be using the term with malice, instead using it because to her that's just what the three of you are. Having more history with her than the other two Akie would know that she's actually fairly progressive in her treatment of demi-humans (i.e. not treating them like something barely above a slave) and that her casual racism in her speech is something that she doesn't think twice about. "Were our circumstances different, I'm certain we would have gotten to know each other better before the mission,"Hakukai begins, setting her tea down and squinting at the sea."You know I am a paladin of Aventernus, Knight of the Pearl, and skilled at combat beneath the waves. You may not know that my people hold the Knights on the highest pedestal; they are the champions of our people. I hope to, after our mission with Sati is complete, visit the Sunken Homeland. Outsiders see the Homeland's re-emergence as an opportunity to plunder and pillage, but I am on a pilgrimage."The Aventi's emphasis on the word 'outsiders' has a distinct bitterness to it. Clearly, she is angered that people consider her race's holy homeland to be nothing more than a dungeon to plumb.Picking her tea back up and returning her attention to the captain and her allies, Hakukai smiles,"naturally, I shall hold my obligations to you and yours above my own until our contract is completed." AkieAki smiles at Lai and then turns his attention to Hakukai. He, also, is interested in her story. For a moment he considers telling her he'd like to join her pilgrimage to the Sunken Land. However, when he realizes he'd be there mostly for the thrill and the possible loot, he decides it is wiser to keep silent. Instead, he grants her a telling nod with a smile, indicating he agrees that her future plans sound very interesting. Very Well, given ten minutes I shall have an answer. I might have to distil the proffered wisdom and then its still open to wide interpretation. The spirits and my goddess like to keep an air of mystery about things.Weeleetslo replies giving a disclaimer on his proposed divination.After lighting some incense, ten minutes of chanting and dancing, followed by a splash of sea water from a small cup onto the deck and the disposal of some choice salted fish overboard, Weeleetslo seeks answers for the dispirited Captain, asking the spirits the question: 'Will the Air kami grace this ship a full sail within the next week and if not, why ?".Spoiler Hide Casting Divination with a 78% of getting a correct answer. The Last Snow, Southwest of NagaCaptain Lai has her steward bring out a small table for Weeleetslo to perform the ceremony, offering some of her personal incense. At the beginning of the ritual Sati whips his head back and glares at the darfellan. The dragon tattoos on his head become agitated and bite and claw at each other while Weeleetslo chants and Sati casts occasional rude stares back at him.As the fish are placed in the sea the splash sends a small spout of water onto the deck, landing on the incense table snuffing out the candles and sticks. The pool of water on the table shifts and weaves with the sea currents as if it were still part of the ocean. After a few moments the water breaks apart and falls to the deck.Captain Lai clears her throat and looks at Weeleetslo."What does that mean?"WeeleetsloSpoiler Hide Captain Lai offers to pay the material component cost of the incense. Interpretation of the water's movements: No. The dragons anger the wind and drive them away. No. There will be no wind. not for the next week at least. Weeleetslo says meeting Sati's gaze.If I'm interpreting the splash pattern correctly, someone has angered the air spirits. Specifically someone tied to dragons. Sati, Do you have any thoughts on the matter? He asks warily. Hakukai looks surprised by the accusation, but doesn't speak up for now, seeing if this might shed more light on the true purpose of the team's mission. AkiAki listens to the results of the divination and mumbles:"The sea gods can be unpredictable." The Last Snow, Southwest of NagaSati turns around and smiles briefly, a wholly different type of smile than is often found on his sister."We are cursed. We are cast out and every breath brings us closer to death."Sati says as the dragon tattoos preen themselves like contented cats."Look not to the spirits to succor, for they will abandon you.The sailor keeping the beat falters for a moment as he stares up at the mystic in fright. The ship slows and slowly begins to turn but Captain Lai stands up and barks an order to the sailor who quickly resumes rowing."Sati, return to our quarters!"She says, her smile replaced by anger. Sati tilts his head slightly and smiles again."Mother and father did not leave you in charge of me, sister."Lai reaches down to the leather whip coiled at her waist and flicks it loose. Shark teeth are embedded along the tanned leather and she slowly flips the bone dagger tip against the deck."On my ship, I am in charge."The sailors keep rowing but all eyes are fixed on the pair of them. Sati opens his mouth to speak and the dragons rear along his scalp...but a moment later he bows."You are correct sister. I will obey."He says and steps down off the bow, light footsteps gliding across the deck until he enters the cabin below the sterncastle.Lai relaxes when the door closes and recoils her whip. She sits down and the steward pours her another cup of tea. She waves him off and pulls out a small white bottle and pours her own drink which smells strongly of rice wine."Unpredictable sometimes, yes Akie-san. Perhaps living with my brother gave me the patience that the sea demands."She knocks off the drink in one pull and offers the bottle to each of you."He will be confined to quarters until he learns to keep a civil tongue. If I know my brother that means the rest of the voyage." She says with a weak smile."Can you speak to them again Weeleetslo-san? Is there a prayer that they might find pleasing in spite of..."She asks and nods her head towards the deck. She leans in and lowers her voice."Sailors are a superstitious lot and prone to excitement and poor decisions when faced with calamity. I don't want to deal with a situation that could possibly be avoided."She leans back and sighs."Even without the help of the kami we should be within sight of the island in two more days, excuse me, nights. My brother wants us to stop when we are a few miles from the shore. He mentioned something about a ritual he is to perform before we land."She looks out over the waters in the direction of Mahasarpa Island and then back to the three of you, her eyebrow raised."Ah...you three are to be part of the ritual, as well as myself. He said it would be a ward against the abominations on the island." She says and looks away, a fleeting glimpse of shame in her eyes."Something about needing the blood of...outsiders, to ward against the tainted ones. Like guards against like, he said."She quickly looks back."I'm sure it won't be harmful. He does need you on the island to protect him after all." Weeleetslo frowns briefly before nodding in agreement.Sounds like it'll work. I don't care for his terminology but don't fret . It's not that kind of magic, he just wants a particularly strong ward. Has your brother always been this confrontational?He asks. AkieAkie was never worried. The mention of blood magic sounded like bad news, but the man would not endanger his sister and his sister, he felt, would not endanger Akie. After Weeleetslo confirms the harmlessness of the situation, he gazes out over the sea. The sea was his home, but a still sea like this was too much like land. "I'm sure,"Hakukai murmurs, not looking so certain."But what is all this about curses, and someone tied to dragons angering the spirits? I feel like there is something that I have not been told."As is customary for her people, the Knight does not outright accuse individuals. The Last Snow, Southwest of NagaLai nods to Weeleetslo."He was always a strong willed child, but then who isn't?"She says with a brief smile."It wasn't until our parents died that he really became who he is. He left home soon after and joined the Bhasvamuni, the Resplendent Monks. I thought some years with the yogis would help clear his head of anger as the sea did for me but..."She shakes her head."Do you know much about our island? It's mostly farmers and munis. Sometimes hard to tell them apart."She says and laughs as if that's some joke."The Bhasvamnui sect...they have some particular ideas about their spiritual heritage. They commune with the devata named Bhasva-Zakalin."She says and quickly turns in her seat to face the northeast and bows her head low for a moment."There are politics involved, back on Naga, but most of the farmers don't care which munis lead them as long as they can farm and sail."She sighs and turns to Hakukai."One of the many habits he learned from the muni's was to speak in cryptic riddles. I think it's a requirement for them."She says and then frowns."But the spirits were speaking to Weeleetslo-san, not Sati. I don't know exactly what that means but Sati has never managed to handle his anger at our parents death. He always finds someway to blame everyone for something. It wouldn't surprise me if he decided the spirits themselves were at fault. I think..."She says and trails off as she glances out over the port side."Akie-san, are you seeing what I'm seeing?"She asks.Akie's keen eyesight picks out faint ripples in the water as if something were swimming towards the ship. Something very big."Stow oars! Prepare to repel boarders!" Lai shouts to her sailors. With little hesitation they drop their oars and snatch up small knives and cudgels that they keep near them."Maybe the air kami aren't the only ones that are angry."Lai says with a smile as she loosens and cracks her whip over her head.Spoiler Hide Lai and Akie can see the outline of a large creature moving swiftly towards the boat. Thankfully that means you're not surprised! The creature is about 45 feet away, so everyone go ahead and take a full rounds worth of actions before we roll initiative. I'll work on a map this afternoon so we'll have one for the fight. Hakukai gets to her feet. She blesses herself quickly and recovers her pearl lance from her bag, then braces herself and stands ready.Spoiler Hide Retrieve lance from Handy Haversack, and cast Bull's Strength on myself. +4 str for 9 minutes. Initiative (1d20+3)[14] AkieAkie had noticed the strange being early and takes that opportunity to assess whether this creature is likely to attack. If so, he decides to strike first, maybe it is just an animal and it may be convinced to leave...Spoiler Hide If it looks like this is a hostile being out for blood and I can shoot my mind arrows into the water, Aki will shoot once and then recover his focus. If not, then there's not much to do but wait for things to happen and roll initiative. Greater psionic shot: (1d20+19)[20], (1d8+10)[16] + (4d6)[16] Regain focus: (1d20+14)[21] Initiative: (1d20+5)[25] Surprises everywhere, this eveningWeeleetslo remarks before making even more divine gestures and chanting. At the culmination of his spell, the Shaman calls outSpirits of the sea, the ship I journey on is in danger, I beseech your aid. Please send an ally to defend this vessel. With a sudden splash of sea spray that only lands on the Shaman a dark shadow appears below the water.B'akai, wake up we got company.He says trying to stir his sleepy seal.Spoiler Hide Summoning a large shark with summon Nature's ally III, positioning it at the DM's discretion but close to Weeleetslo. The Last Snow, Southwest of NagaThe waters are too dark for Akie to get a good glimpse of what's coming. The water kami hear Weeleetslo's prayer and the waters next to the ship are suddenly no longer empty, the shark sent by the spirits slowly circling. Captain Lai nods to Weeleetslo and turns towards her sailors."Arm the ballista!"The waters off the port side suddenly churn as whatever is beneath them surges forward towards the ship. Fortunately for those on board the shark is in the way of the creature. Unfortunately for the shark enormous tentacles shoot up from the water underneath it and wrap around the sharks body. The predator of the sea thrashes about as the tentacles squeeze it, each tentacle wrapping around the shark at least three times over. The tentacles constrict and the sharks body cannot hold against the pressure; it collapses against itself and disappears.The waters froth with the blood of the shark as the hidden creature rises up from beneath the surface. Tentacles slap against the deck of the ship as the giant octopus clears the water. It's enormous eyes pulse red with anger and hate and the sailors cry out in fear.Spoiler Hide The shark got grappled and was Constricted to death. The giant octopus is now enough above water that it can be targeted without penalty. Brief rules note: Characters can attack the individual tentacles of the octopus if they are within 15ft of the creature. A Sunder attempt against the tentacles will severe it if you deal 10+ damage to the tentacle. For the purposes of this Sunder attempt it will not provoke an Attack of Opportunity. Gaze Attack: At the start of your turn you must make a DC 17 Will save or be Shaken for 1 minute [Fear, Mind-Affecting]. You may avert your eyes to have a 50% chance of not needing to make the Will save but the octopus will have Concealment versus you for the round. Knowledge Nature/Spirits DC 15 Spoiler Hide The creature is a Huge Giant Octopus. Knowledge Nature/Spirits DC 26 Spoiler Hide The creature is actually a Dire Psionic Giant Octopus. In addition to being larger and tougher than normal this fearsome water kami has a powerful Chi. It knows no fear in the waters and has honed its innate psionic ability to perform powerful meditations. Initiative Order Monster Akie Hakukai Weeleetslo Captain Lai/Crew Now that the party is together in initiative you all can post in any order you wish. Map. AkieSlightly startled by the way this monster dealt with the shark, Akie thinks fast and makes a snap decision. (If possible) He strides to and jumps for the nearest mast, clearing the deck by 10-15 feet. Not only will he have better view on the beast, it may keep him out of range of the tentacles. If he can, he will also shoot off mind arrows once he has moved.Spoiler Hide Not sure what the options are. I'd like to climb a mast, clearing the deck by 10-15 feet. If I can do so through a move action (Akie has a climb speed), I'd also like to shoot a Greater psionic shot Manyshot at the beast. Rolls, pick those that are applicable: Climb: take 10 for 25 Balance (?): (1d20+16)[35] Manyshot: (1d20+16)[25], damage (1d8+11)[19] + (1d8+11)[15] + (4d6)[12] EDIT: so, that is one arrow of 31 damage and one of 15 Crit confirm: (1d20+16)[36], bonus damage: (2d8+22)[31] + (8d6)[31] (actually not sure whether psionic shot damage multiplies with crits) Hakukai, not fearing the beast, strides forward and stabs at it with her pearly lance. Before she strikes, the Knight takes in a breath and enters a Ki Frenzy. Her focus on the creature is absolute.Spoiler Hide Moved myself a 5 foot step north 1 square. Free Action to Ki Frenzy, +2 Str and Dex. Full Attack (Flurry): (1d20+14)[34] on hit, (1d8+7)[14] dmg and (1d6)[1] lightning dmg Attack 2: (1d20+14)[19] on hit, (1d8+7)[11] dmg and (1d6)[6] lightning dmg Attack 3: (1d20+9)[25] on hit, (1d8+7)[8] dmg and (1d6)[6] lightning dmg I am immune to fear, so the gaze attack doesn't effect me? +4 morale bonus to my allies' saves vs fear. Empower me.Weeleetslo requests as he raises his arms and shortly after his glow and his build swells with expanding muscles.Spoiler Hide Divine power: +6 strength, BAB +9/4 The Last Snow, Southwest of NagaAkies psionic arrows fly true and slam into the beasts head at the same moment that it is implaed by Hakukai's lance. The beasts wild thrashing tentacles knock aside Hakukai's lance as she strikes at it again. When the monsters tentacles wrap around several sailors and yank them off the deck a weak spot is exposed and she drives the lance home again. Two of the sailors run up the other stairs and begin loading the ballista while the others rush forward and hack at the limbs of the octopus. They manage to slice off one of it's tentacles but fail to free their friends.Captain Lai curses at the beast and in the same breath shouts at her sailors."Hurry! Bring it around!"She yells to the two struggling with the ballista as they shake with fear."Akie, can you shoot off the tentacles holding them?"Through the chaos and fear Lai stands tall as she encourages her crew and each of you can feel her steel resolve as a comfort.The octopus cares little for her words as blood pours from its grievous wounds. It tightens its grip around the sailors and they scream as bones crack. Its eyes shift color from red to purple and a wave of necrotic energy rushes out from it over the ship. The sailors prepping the ballista clutch at their hearts as their eyes roll wildly. A moment later they fall to the deck, dead. Two other sailors fighting the tentacles across the rails suffer the same fate. Captain Lai falters for a moment but steadies herself against the table while all the surviving sailors double over in pain.When the wave of energy reaches its apex it rushes back across the ship and is absorbed by the octopus. Ripples of psionic energy surge across its body, healing every injury and wound.Spoiler Hide Spellcraft/Psicraft DC 18: Empathic Transfer, Hostile. Each of you needs to make a DC 16 Will save (Mind-Affecting). Failure: 50 points of damage, save for half damage. The octopus healed all the damage dealt to it. Captain Lai is using Inspire Courage. Everyone gets a +3 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +3 morale bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls. I didn't roll grapple checks for the sailors because they can't win them versus the octopus nor bothered rolling Constrict damage. It's obvious that the sailors that are grappled are almost dead; another round of Constrict damage will kill them. Initiative Order (Italics is current turn) Monster Akie Hakukai Weeleetslo Captain Lai/Crew Map. If you're not immune to fear then you need to save again versus the Gaze attack (Will DC 17). Hakukai roars angrily as the octopus sucks the life out of most of the crew, healing its wounds completely. She continues to stab the creature with her lance, the pearly implement moving with blinding speed.Spoiler Hide Will Save: (1d20+10)[19] Use a Turn Undead attempt for Pearl's Blessing. My next successful strike does (1d6)[5] additional damage. Full Attack, leading with a Smite Evil. (1d20+18)[33] to hit, on hit, (1d8+15)[18] dmg, and (1d6)[5] electricity dmg Second Attack (1d20+16)[33] to hit, (1d8+10)[16] dmg, and (1d6)[3] electricity dmg Third Attack (1d20+11)[23] to hit, (1d8+10)[16] dmg, and (1d6)[2] electricity dmg AkieAkie grunts as the mental assault drains his life force. This monster needs to be dealt with swiftly! He opens his palm forward, and aims at the beast, putting all his mental energy in the shot.Spoiler Hide Rapid shot. Point blank shot and bardic music accounted for. Attack 1: Greater psionic shot, (1d20+21)[22], damage (1d8+14)[21] + (4d6)[12]. Critconfirm: (1d20+21)[41], bonus damage (2d8+28)[40] Attack 2: (1d20+21)[28], damage (1d8+14)[18]. Critconfirm: (1d20+21)[32], bonus damage (2d8+28)[33] Attack 3: (1d20+16)[29], damage (1d8+14)[15]. Critconfirm: (1d20+16)[26], bonus damage (2d8+28)[36] Weeleetslo struggles with the pain and considers what to do. His spell list leaves him with few means to aid the crew in a confrontion. Ultimately, he decides the best option is to fight beside Hakukai and heal her as needs be. So pick up his great club that more than anythimg resembles a paddle, he moves next the pearl knight and starts smacking at the crazed water spirit.B'akai, protect the captain.he calls out.Spoiler Hide Divine Power: 9 rounds (8 smites left) Spend turn undead attempt into a smite Attack (1d20+18)[35] Damage (2d8+18)[26] Critical confirmation (1d20+18)[23] Damage (2d8+18)[30] The Last Snow, Southwest of NagaAs quickly as the monster healed itself the blows and cuts from lance, club, and arrow fill the waters with blood again. The beast lowers its enourmous head in the water preparing to dive and Captain Lai shouts"No!"She springs forward next to Hakukai and lashes out with her sharktooth whip, wrapping it around a tentacle holding one of the sailors. She pulls tight and the sharkteeth sever the tentacle in half, dropping the sailor into the water. Blood spurts from the open wound and the octopus slams its other tentacles against the ship in anger before diving beneath the surface.The two sailors still held in its grip waste their breath in crying out moments before they are pulled under.Spoiler Hide Initiative Order (Italics is current turn) Monster Akie Hakukai Weeleetslo Captain Lai/Crew The octopus dove 5ft straight down giving it total cover. The octopus used it's attacks to attack the ship instead of Constricting the sailors so while they are still grappled (can't beat the Grapple check to escape) they're not dead yet. Map. I moved the octopus image over to the right off the map instead of deleting it in case I still need it. "The sailors must be saved."The Knight of the Pearl intones. Hakukai doesn't stop to think, and leaps into the water after the diving octopus. She lands lance-down, trying to impale the kami with the extra force from her descent.Spoiler Hide I *hope* I don't need to make a jump check to vault the side of the boat... My Str is 24 atm, but I have no points in jump (both Sohei and Paladin get only 2 skill points a level :( ) If I need to make a Swim check, I'll take 10, and get a 31. Assuming I may make my attack: Use a Turn Undead for Pearl's Blessing. Since I am under water, this adds (2d6)[7] dmg to my next successful attack. Attack: (1d20+18)[21] on hit, (1d8+10)[17] and (1d6)[5] electric dmg (plus the above 2d6) AkieAkie nods at the paladin and follows her to the water. He does not head for the monster, though, but rather away from it. Out of reach of the giant octopus' tentacles, he starts shooting again.Spoiler Hide Move into the water, and to safety. Landspeed is 30 and swim is 60, so let's say I can move up to 90 ft? I'll move as far away as I can while still seeing the monster, then take a standard action to shoot a mind arrow. (1d20+22)[39], damage (1d8+13)[14]. Critconfirm (1d20+22)[42], bonus damage (2d8+26)[33] Weeleetslo taps the Captain on the shoulder and chants a short spell.That was water-breathing, if all else fails you should have a better chance of surviving. I should be back shortly.he explains before dropping his club and diving off portside.Spoiler Hide Divine Power: 8 rounds Standard action, casting Water-breathing on Captain Lai and move action to dive off. The Last Snow, Southwest of NagaHakukai's lance hits but slides off the tough hide of the monster while Akie's arrow phases right through its skin and burns the monsters guts.The sailors on the ship throw a line to the one released by the octopus and begin hauling him in as Captain Lai nods to Weeleetslo."Thanks."She says and jumps in after him, dropping her whip to the deck. The cold water hits you like a bath left to sit too long but Lai doesn't hesitate. She draws a long knife from her boot and grabs a tentacle holding one of the sailors, slashing into it again and again. The sharp blade cuts through the writhing tentacle and the sailor floats free of it's grasp.More blood billows from the octopus and it turns itself around in place then squirts a dark cloud of inky blackness that surrounds it and Lai, Hakukai, and Weeleetslo. A moment later the three of them feel a great displacement as the monster jets away from them, fleeing deeper underwater past where the weak light of the moon illuminates, one unlucky sailor still in it's grasp.Spoiler Hide Initiative Order (Italics is current turn) Monster Akie Hakukai Weeleetslo Captain Lai/Crew Hakukai missed, Akie hit. The octopus used it's Ink Cloud and Jet abilities (doesn't provoke AoO's). It's now 200ft beneath the surface of the water. The light from the moon only goes to a depth of about 50ft; beyond that it's pitch black. Unless you've got a way to move 200+ per round (or get close to it and stop it from moving) the Octopus is getting away; it can Jet 200ft every round. AkieAkie swims back towards the boat and looks for the others."I'll stay in the water and try to use the boat as cover to hide. Make sure that if it comes back it does not grab you and takes you down!"Spoiler Hide Akie uses the boat to hide from the direction the monster left in. If it returns, he will move away again and start firing. Hide: (1d20+20)[39] Move silently: (1d20+20)[21] Spot: (1d20+19)[33] Listen:(1d20+6)[17] Hakukai swims to the remaining sailor, who hasn't yet gotten a line. SheLays Handsupon him, healing some of his wounds, and takes him back to the boat, effortlessly moving through the water.Spoiler Hide Kaiba, my Hippocampus, has a 50ft swim speed, but since I can't see in the dark, it has a head start, and its a full round action to summon Kaiba, I think Hakukai will settle the matter she can have a meaningful impact upon, and get everyone back on board the ship that can get up there. I'll heal 6 hp from the sailor. I was missing the water anyway but I should get back on the ship and perform the last rites for those lost.he notes.I wonder what provoked it he thinks out loud. The Last Snow, Southwest of NagaThe sailor gasps his thanks to Hakukai as she carries him out of the water and the sailor on board throws down the line again to haul him out. Lai slashes at a floating severed tentacle in frustration and swims to the surface and climbs aboard. She walks over to the two dead sailors by the ballista and stands there dripping while her steward comes out from under the table and wraps a cloak around her shoulders."I've no idea Weeleetslo-san."She says and picks up her whip from the deck. Though her words are strong her eyes waver for a moment and glance downward towards the cabin below before she can catch herself. The steward takes a small pouch from within his belt and adds it to the tea kettle. He places a hand on it and closes his eyes in prayer and a moment later steam rises from the tea pot once again. Without a word he pours the tea into cups and passes them around to everyone on board, the injured sailors first. Whatever he put in the tea has an amazing recuperative effect and the sailors stop shivering from the cold water and regain a bit of composure.Lai takes her cup with a nod of thanks and drains it, setting the cup aside."None of you are required to help me with their burial but if you would say a prayer for their spirits I would appreciate it."Lai says and along with the three remaining sailors goes about the task of arranging the dead on the deck. The four bodies are wrapped in rough linen and placed on boards."Hakuki-san, Weeleetslo-san, would you offer a prayer to the spirits for them?"Lai asks when the bodies have been prepared. The three sailors stand against the railing, two of them leaning against it with the fresh bandages that the steward applied to their wounds.Spoiler Hide Alchemical item that grants Endure Elements for a brief time and heals 1 HP. Tea ceremonies are an important part of Mahasarpa culture and there are many home remedies that can alleviate basic maladies. To recap: 3 4 sailors died in the fight and 1 was taken away by the Octopus. Hakukai is surprised the human captain would want Aventernus' blessing and rites performed upon her fallen crewmen, but complies as a fully trained paladin is honor-bound to do.She will spread her remaining healing energy among the sailors. Weeleetslo conducts the funeral prayers familiar to his school whilst still swimming about the water. Preventing angry spirits from arising is his duty but such sacred rituals must be conducted in the domain of the Whale mother for her to accept prayers for the bodies. The Last Snow, Southest of Naga"From the sea we come, to the sea we send you."Captain Lai says as she finishes her prayer for the dead and missing sailors. Their wrapped bodies are slid into the still ocean and the waters seem to part as to receive them as Weeleetslo's prayers to the Whale Mother are heard. The three sailors on board express thanks both to Weeleetslo and Hakukai but it's clear they're more sincere and warm towards Hakukai. Not that they are rude or ungrateful towards the darfellan, but to a human sailor the sea is always a mystery, a thing to be placated not worshiped. Though of the sea in her own way Hakukai's familiarness is something they can more easily cling to.As everyone is coming aboard and unwinding from the brief excitement and lasting sorrow Lai glances at the door to her cabin. It remained shut during the attack and afterwards, Sati still inside. She makes a move towards it but stops and shakes her head, turns toward everyone else."We need to keep moving."She says with one hand on the railing, glancing occasionally out as if expecting something to disturb the calm waters."It could come back, and..."She pauses as she looks at her sailors."And our port side can't take another beating."The tentacles did a number on the port side. The railing is cracked in three places and the port deck is splintered, unsafe to walk on."Thankfully we're not taking on water but we can't do the repairs needed here."She says and looks towards you three."We need some more hands to row. I'll be pitching in as well. It hasn't been so long that I've forgotten how to row."She says and smiles at the sailors in a weak attempt at levity. They smile in return but there's no laughs."Unless you can convince the air kami to give us a hand...?"She says and looks at Weeleetslo. Hakukai nods solemnly as the sailors express their gratitude. The Aventi is quiet for a short while, thinking her thoughts, and when Lai mentions the need to move, the Knight of the Pearl cracks her knuckles and gets to work.Spoiler Hide Did you say we could get max ranks in our Knowledge skills and put the ranks elsewhere? I vaguely recall that. Anyway, Hakukai has 1 rank of Profession (Sailor) and 18 str Prof (1d20+3)[14] Str check (1d20+4)[20] (If necessary) AkieAkie offers to help out with the rowing. He is not very strong, but it is the least he can do. Weeleetslo shakes his head.The Spirits only give me so much magic. Perhaps if rumors are true and your brother had not abandoned the rest of the kami, they would not be so aggrievedhe says.Anyway, lead me to an oar and we'll get this ship moving.he concludes with a stretch. The Last Snow, Southwest of NagaLai takes a seat on the rowers bench and grabs an oar. When everyone's in place she nods to one of the sailors who starts the beat again with his foot. The ship moves slowly at first but after a few minutes everyone settles into a rhythm that lasts the night. Lai has everyone rotate out for breaks, one person taking a few minutes rest while the others continue rowing. The absence of wind grants one small boon as the placid waters are easy to cut through and there's no cresting waves to weaken the damaged port side. The steward makes rounds around the ship bringing fresh water and crusts of bread which would normally be bland but tastes sweet as your bodies are using up their stores from the toil.Hours pass in silence, the only sound the gliding of the oars through the water and your own exertions.After hours of staring ahead to the unbroken darkness on all sides of the ship the sky begins to lighten in the west. Puffs of gray clouds are smeared across the western horizon and you can finally make a distinction between sea and sky. The heavy wooden oars seem to become lighter in your hands and the air around the ship takes on a slight tang, like the coppery taste of blood.Captain Lai and the sailors don't appear to notice that the sun is apparently rising from the West. Their eyes are half-closed and they're basking in the weak light, smiles on their faces as they keep rowing.Spoiler Hide The sun does not normally rise in the West; it rises in the East. For the purposes of saving text, when I call for a Knowledge (Magic) check it means you can use any of the Mystical Knowledge skills, i.e. Arcana, Nature, Psionics, Religion, or Spirits. Knowledge (Magic) DC 20 Spoiler Hide The reactions of Lai and the sailors looks very similar to how people look when they're in a mystical trance. The hours of calm, communal physical exertion has placed each of your bodies in a state akin to that when preparing for a trance. In this case the trance seems to have been triggered unconsciously by the huge amount of mystical energy in each of you, your Chi spreading out and mingling with each others and the sailors during the shared effort. You could easily break the trance by taking any action that would rouse a fascinated creature or you could let it continue. AkieAkie frowns as he notices the sun rising in the West. His frown deepens when he notices the trance of the crew. He jumps up and speeds to Lai, but decides to let her trance for now. He looks around to find others that seem out of trance."Something's amiss....the sun. And the crew seems in trance. What to do?" "Perhaps the crew should be allowed their respite,"Hakukai murmurs, rising from the bench with stiff muscles and looking for other things that are amiss -- perhaps birds swim through the ocean or fish through the sky?(1d20+2)[22]spot check Hmm, they seem er, harmonious but you're right. They've toiled enough for one day. I guess sort of prevents all of us rowing at once. Weeleetslo says mid-row. The Last Snow, Southwest of NagaThe light from the west becomes brighter and you see that it's not the Sun. The ocean and sky suddenly bob and weave like a drunken sailor yet the waters stay calm. The parallax distorts everything around you and you can see close details of the far west as if you were there, the island of Mahasarpa zooming towards you at frightening speeds. Huge gout's of fire blast from the volcano in the middle of the island and crawl across the starry sky like serpents.Each of you feels the sailors and Captain Lai serenity start to slip away as they begin to squirm uncomfortably in their seats, but no one seems to be in pain.Spoiler Hide Each of you made the Knowledge check so you understand how Visions work. Typically what you are seen is in response to a question. In this case it seems that the Vision is answering an unvoiced question among yourselves and the crew. This type of trance is receptive to the will of the participants: each of you can ask a question to try and direct the Vision. Make a Character Level check to represent how well you can harness your Chi and take control of the Vision if you want to do so. Before we rouse them, lets ask take the oppurtinity to see where this expedition might leadWeeleetslo say to Hakuhai and Akie. He then turns to the rowers and asks loudlyWhat danger lies unseen and unexpected at our destination and who captains our most likely adversary?. he then waits for the reply. The Last Snow, Southwest of NagaThe dragons of fire dance atop the bed of stars, their flaming bodies leaving bright afterimages of their sinuous movements that blink like fading ghosts. One moment you are looking at the wyrm spirits from the deck of the ship and a heartbeat later you're looking down at the ship from very high above though there was no movement involved. The world takes on a copper hue as you breath flame and leave the same in your wake. Your bodies and those of the crew seem so small, like tiny creatures of the dirt floating on a never ending sea - how could your spirit have possibly been contained in a body such as that when it was meant to soar and burn? The thought seems unimaginable.The volcano on the islands erupts in a spasm of violence, thick black smoke pouring from it. The cloud of ash and smoke rise high and shapes fly from it, long black shadows separated from whatever cast them. The shadows of dragons hiss and breath toxic fumes at you then circle down around the island, diving into the trees and plucking out screaming yuan-ti abominations as the volcanic ash cloud swiftly covers the whole island. The shadows of dragons leap into the air and fling the yuan-ti into the ocean where the snakes melt into the waters. A light pulses within the volcano, bright enough to be seen through the thick cloud but not with the pure light of flame. The light is purple and violet, pulsing with each puff of black smoke from the volcano.The smoke continues to bellow forth from the volcano until the whole island is covered and starts spreading over the waters in all directions. When it reaches up into the stars where you fly it seeps into your flames and excites the source of your fire. You burn faster, impossibly faster than you were ever meant to or dream possible and within moments your Chi is dried out, empty and extinguished. The flames sputter and die and you float as ash back down to the ship moments before the smoke cloud rushes over the boat.Spoiler Hide Interpretation Knowledge DC 15Spoiler Hide The flaming dragon spirits are a possible shape of your true inner selves, representing your pure Chi. The shadow of dragons that came from the Volcano and attacked the yuan-ti on the island seemed to be less interested in you and more interested in clearing out the Tainted yuan-ti abominations from the holy island. Knowledge DC 20Spoiler Hide The shadow of dragons are another possible shape of Chi in an alternate form. It has been irrevocably altered, cutting off and discarding everything else that did not contribute to this specific shape/form/purpose of cleansing the island. Hakukai blinks, attempting to make heads or tails of the mystifying vision.Spoiler Hide Excuse me. (1d20+12)[30] After a moment, the Knight of the Pearl asks her two companions,"Is our Chi going to be used to exterminate and purify the island?" As soon as the words leave Weeleetslo mouth watches on as the spectacle unfolds before him. As the vision become more violent, Weeleetsl's expression of delight turns to horror as the Yuan-ti are obliterated. When the vision petters out, Weeleetlso shakes his head.I do not know. However, a divination conjures up the imagery of a dragon once again. I suspect this might be connected to my previous divination and it troubles me. The history of my people tell of a time around the age of Aventus when the schools of Darfellen were a hundred time more numerous. Then a Horde of Sahaugin swept across the seas and culling my people by the thousands. If this vision is taken literally and foretells a similar cull among the Yuan ti, then no matter how vile, dishonourable and wretched they may be and how holy this island is, I will not be party to such mayhem.He vows.Spoiler Hide knowledge (1d20+11)[23] Akie"A future is but one possible future."It seems like Akie is also not that comfortable with this foresight."Since we have souls, we can alter it if we so desire. Let us not get ahead of ourselves..." "If this is the end result of the ritual, then we should not take part in it; certainly it would be immoral, and it would kill us. Is there a way to discern the specifics of the ritual before our part is taken in it?"Hakukai furrows her brow and looks off at the volcano. The Last Snow, Southwest of NagaThe cloud of smoke covers the ship and blocks the light from the volcano. Though thick, the smoke doesn't smell or taste like anything, as if it weren't really there. As you discuss the meaning of the vision with each other a light begins to shine through the heavy mist, this time from the East. Within moments the mist burns away and you see the Sun cresting over the horizon. Captain Lai and the sailors slowly wake from their reverie and Lai yawns and shields her eye from the Sun."Is it morning all ready?"She asks and stretches her arms."Must have fallen asleep. Ha, sleep rowing!"She says and stands up."We'll stop for breakfast, and then sleep for a few hours. Try and make some repairs in the afternoon before rowing again tonight."The sailors lock the oars in place and the ship comes to a rest and the sailors seem to share the Captains energy."Strange, isn't it? Shouldn't we be sore?"Lai walks over and gently shakes the steward awake who quickly goes about brewing tea and heating biscuits."How did you all fare during the night?" She asks as she sits down at the table on the forecastle and pulls out a nagivational chart and sextant."Not much to go on with no land anywhere..."She says and then pauses as she looks West."How...?"She leaves off the last of her question as she stands and puts a spyglass to her eye."There's the island."She says and points, handing around the enchanted spyglass. Even without the magnification you can see a smudge on the western horizon while looking through the glass the island comes into sharp detail, more so than would be possible by mere optics."We had two full days of rowing, at least, before we'd even see it."She says."But now it's less than a day away. What happened last night?"She asks quietly as the sailors on the deck below eat their breakfast. Akie"Welcome back, Lai."A smile bares his sharp monkey teeth."It would appear you entered a collective trance of sorts, and visions were had."He looks at the captain:"You have no memories?"Akie ponders and decides to not share more for now. Maybe her weird brother had something to do with this."Could it be we crossed some mystical boundary surrounding the island?" Perfect harmony leading to a degree of clarity that only the wisest of sages could hope to achieve.Weleetslo concludes impressed by this feat.I reckon the crew unwittingly performed a ritual. The long time spent rowing lead to the trance needed for a meditative state...mingled with our potent chi...lead to a potent magical effect.he says looking at the two, silently asking if more should be said. Hakukai thinks for a moment, then says,"The vision was a warning of a potential future -- one that must be avoided. Such things are prone to misinterpretation, but the path forward must be taken cautiously."The Knight of the Pearl looks thoughtfully at her two companions, not wanting to paint in concrete fact what may not come to pass. Its a vision of unprecedented death and destruction... Not one I'm comfortable with. Weeleetso says somberly. "Then the ritual must not go as planned. If Sati is expecting such an outcome, then he must be stopped." The Last Snow, East of Mahasarpa IslandCaptain Lai frowns."I don't know of any metaphysical barriers...though there are superstitions and stories about the island. Some say it's haunted but it's not much of a ghost story when everyone knows the abominations are real."She says to Akie and then nods to Weeleetslo."I should have known with having four wise folk on board that strange things might happen.""Wait a moment."She says after Weeleetslo and Hakukai quickly come to agreement."There was a vision, one of destruction, and you say that Sati is involved in it? Not only part of it but he 'must be stopped'?"Her eyes drift down to the deck and she taps one finger against her tea cup."I am not surprised to hear it but before I allow any action against my brother I require a full explanation."She says in her command voice, stern yet without anger. Hmm, we might be a bit quick to judge. it might be easier to relate to what we saw first, Captain.Weeleetslo considers before stating what asked.At the end of the lengthy description takes a brief pause to let it all sink in He then speaks letting evryone know his alernative theory"Remember when we saw the shadow dragons? That represented powerful chi energies, probably from the ritual. By the looks of things they had been altered by some process, stripped of everything other than the pure chi they originated form.I'd hazard a guess that's a result of the ritual your brother proposing.""Come to think about it I think I overreacted. These thing ARE supposed to be metaphors but seeing all the yuan-ti melt away like that reminded me of the fate of my ancestors and touched a nerve. The optimistic outcome would be if we just drive them from the island. In my eyes that would be acceptable. But to extinguish all their lives simultaneously would be unacceptable." He admits, looking out unfocused.Maybe we should concern ourselves with what lies in the heart of the volcano more than what Sati suggests. My apologies, Captain "Yes, the vision may have been a caution to look before we step, rather than a prediction of doom. I am willing to go forward, if we do so with caution." AkieAkie listens and nods."I agree. Let us proceed, but with caution. I must admit I am getting curious now." The Last Snow, East of Mahasarpa IslandCaptain Lei pays careful attention to the description of the vision."As I did not see it, I can not offer a different interpretation. But caution is wise advice."She says and nods."We are here, or will be here in a few hours anyway."She looks down at the sailors finishing their meal, most of them stretching and standing around with cups of tea."They seems as refreshed as I feel. We should be able to push on and reach the island with a few hours of rowing. Sati wants to stop right before we pass the Twin Tails."She says and stands up."It's not far; you three rest and take your ease, my men can handle rowing alone such a short distance. We'll all need our strength on the island."She says quietly before stepping down to the deck to her sailors. The men don't seem surprised to be on the move again and only one casts a backwards glance at the three of you on the forecastle, a questioning look instead of anger or fear. In a few minutes the sailors have the Last Snow gliding through the waters again and Mahasarpa Island slowly begins to grow on the horizon.Spoiler Hide This is a time for people to prepare spells and/or change spell selections. You've all had a rest last night even though you rowed, the mystical union of the vision refreshing your body and spirit. If you'd like to do anything in the hours before getting to the Island go ahead and post it, i.e. maybe discuss something in private amongst yourselves, cast a particular spell, etc. Spoiler Hide Did we fully heal? If not, I'll top us all off with my Wand of Cure Light Wounds. Otherwise, I am prepared to move forward.

Islands of Mahasarpa [IC]

Sisters with Secrets (CharlieSariel & Arioch)

( Aurora, the morning had been dragging on and flying by. Today, she was leaving home and heading back for her final year at Helion Academy. The private school had been where she had studied for the last few years. She was excited to get back and not just because she wanted to finish school. Life at home had been different for years now. Spending vacations at home was now dull since she had to avoid a number of activities she used to enjoy. Instead, she spent the time reading or listening to music in her room. It was just how things were now.Growing up Aurora had always been a Tom Boy. She would climb trees, swim, jump her bike and all manner of things. Usually, it was with older kids since she had always been tall, even the tallest in her classes until the boys started to catch up or pass her. Luckily, her parents, for the most part, allowed her to explore life as she chose. They didn't force her to dress or act a certain way. That had made life happy for Aurora. In turn, she rewarded her parents with good grades and reports from school.When she was old enough, her parents were asked if Aurora would be willing to model for some clothing. Being tall with an athletic figure made her a perfect candidate to be a model. The thought had totally transformed her attitude as well. Instead of hanging out with boys and climbing trees, she started to act more like a young girl. She even changed her style of clothing, getting skirts and dresses as well as tight clothing.Fortunately, when she hit puberty her looks made her even more attractive to the camera. Soon, it seemed like she would be able to make a life as a model. Of course, her parents wanted her to finish school and Aurora had agreed. She loved to learn and couldn't dream of not finishing school. Her modeling was worked around her school schedule.Soon, she was enrolled in an elite school due to her high grades. By the time she finished, she would have college credits and wouldn't need much longer to get a degree if she chose. At first, things seemed to be going well. Then, almost suddenly, things changed. There were the doctors, mostly specialists, that she had to start seeing. The modeling had stopped even though she didn't seem to be sick. Her attitude had changed and Aurora was easily angered by things. Even the way she dressed change to only dresses and skirts. No longer did she put on tight jeans or shorts. Her grades, luckily, didn't suffer. It seemed like books could help her deal with her issues, at least temporarily.Then, at the end of a semester, she was enrolled at Helion Academy, further away from home. Like before, was an elite school, although it was strictly academic like her previous one. Still, she was going to get an excellent education. Just now she was going to do it with new friends and away from her family. It wasn't a bad move. When she came back during the first vacation, she seemed like her old self. At least for the first few days. By the time she was ready to leave, she seemed to anger just as easily as before she went to the new school. Her whole family seemed relieved to have her go back.Thinking about those earlier times brought back some painful memories to Aurora. The transition, all of it, hadn't been easy. Once she made some new friends, the kind that understood her issues and, yet, still accepted her, things became much better. Still, her old life had drastically changed. Even the relationship Aurora had had with her younger sister was different. Of course, they had to stay that way.Looking around the room she made she she had packed everything she wanted to take. With a nod, she knew it was time to deal with her sister. In just two more days, her sister was going to move into the first year dorms at Helion. Aurora had no intention of having people know they were related and her sister needed to understand that. For all of the vacation Aurora had dreaded having to discuss this with the younger girl. Now, all she could do was just get it over with.Exiting her room she moved across the hall and opened the door without knocking, "Alright, Brat. Time for you to learn something." She then closed the door behind her to lesson the chance of their parents hearing, "I'm not going to hold your hand at school. Like me, you need to learn your own way. When we are in school, you don't know me, understand? Don't talk to me or look at me. You need to start your own legacy there and you shouldn't mess with mine. I have a reputation to uphold and don't need you messing with it. If you need to talk to me, send me a text and I'll respond if it is necessary. And don't plan on coming to my dorm. It isn't going to happen."Quickly, she turned and left the room. Aurora didn't want things to get any more awkward than already were. Moving back to her room she stepped in, grabbed two of the smaller bags and headed down the stairs, "Daddy, I'm all packed and ready to go. Can you get my other bags, please?"Monday: First day of the semesterLike a public school, Helion Academy didn't have a dress code. The faculty believed in allowing their students to express themselves, within reason, of course. As such, students dressed in a variety of different styles and looks. Someone that didn't know anything about the school would think it was a normal, public school in a city. Yet, every student here was here for a reason. This was a place for the gifted, in a number of different ways. There were those that where athletically gifted, scholarly, artistically or in other ways. In a sense, it was for those that wouldn't fit in at a normal school.The halls were packed with students catching up with friends, trying to find their lockers or with the new students trying to figure out the layout of the buildings. Suddenly, there seemed to be a slight disturbance and the students began to move to the sides, clearing a path in the hallway. A voices could be heard saying,"Watch out, the Skirts!"Three girls were walking down the middle of the hallways as if they owned them. Aurora was one of them and was on the right side. She stood the tallest at 6 feet tall, a height only limited number of other girls at the school could match. Today, she was even taller since she was wearing stiletto heels, shows she didn't wear while at home. She was wearing a white shirt, that hugged her C cup breasts, with a loose, navy blue tie around her neck. The tie matched the mid-thigh length skirt she was wearing. Just below the hem of the skirt started the thigh high white stockings. Aurora's strawberry red hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail and swished back and forth with each step. The other two girls also wore blue skirts, but they both had different tops and stockings. These girls were shorter than Aurora, the tallest only coming up to her shoulders. They each were carrying their books, held against their stomachs, on the way to class and seemed to be ignoring everyone in the hallways.Ahead in the hallway she spotted her sister. Her facial expression never changed as she moved her eyes to scan the other students before her. There was no need to acknowledge her, their parents had called her last night to tell her that she had arrived and seemed excited about starting classes. Aurora didn't care. She had wanted her sister to go somewhere else. Only fear had made them send her here, before they even knew if she had to be here. They just wanted to becautious.The thought angered Aurora and she brought her eyes back to the center of the hallway, focusing on where they were headed and not bothering to look for of theirfriendslike the other two most likely were. (~~'~~Last Day of Summer!~~,~~@Today was going to be an extra special day for Kayleigh. Kayleigh had spent the morning flopped on her bed, laying on her stomach writing in her diary. Like always, she didn’t bother really getting dressed until it was time to go. Less time with clothing on meant for less time to get it wrinkled, so like most mornings, she lounged about in plain little cotton panties (complete with little flowers!) and a t-shirt that mostly covered them.She’d had a wonderful childhood for the most part. She’d had a great sister to look up to, and a loving family who cared about her and doted on her. She grew up knowing that she was cared for, and wanted. Of course, that changed a few years ago when her sister started getting… angry. It wasn’t like a beat you up kind of angry, but rather one of those slam the door leave me alone kinds of angry. Then came the School. Helion Academy accepted Aurora, and tada! It was like having her sister back every summer. Sure, she had to put up with her going away all winter long, but there were those precious months where it was okay to be a little sister again.They’d had some topsy turvy holidays since then, but in the end, Aurora was Aurora, and nothing could be done to change that. At least Kayleigh could get away with being Kayleigh most of the time. Today, though, marked the day that she and her sister would be together again. Not just here at home, but at Helion as well. Her parents had made the decision that since one daughter was already there, the other should go as well. It probably helped that Kayleigh was something of a fine arts prodigy, and would probably end up with a million art scholarships in a few years. Who knew that mucking about with clay all the time would end up being worth something some day.Of course, Kayleigh had been packed for the last two days, so excited she had been to go away to school with her sister, which was another reason for the sleep attire so late in the morning as well. She was putting the finishing touches on a little margin flower on her most recent entry, and just feathering the shading just right to get the petal to still look moist when in popped Aurora. Rolling on the bed, just a little so that she could face her sister, Kayleigh listened in growing disappointment to the litany of instructions. Here she had been hoping that things could return at least a little bit to how they used to be, with a sort of secret girl’s club going on with her sister at school. Such was not to be, though.Of course, being the obedient little sister, Kayleigh nodded in understanding, even going so far as to offer a meek little ”Yes, I understand, Aurora.” What had she done to make her sister so angry this time? Could it be that she really didn’t want Kayleigh as a sister anymore? This was going to be a long trip.@~~'~~First Day of School!~~,~~@Kayleigh had settled into her dorm room with ease. She had a roomie (d’uh!) who was the same age as her, and who was okay, if you liked science geeks. Yuki was a pretty typical young Asian teen, all keen on advancing the world as a whole through microbiology or some thing like that. Kayleigh just wanted to paint. Not exactly earth shattering, or world changing, but it was something she liked.First day of classes, and she hadn’t exactly dolled herself up or anything, but she was wearing some of her favourites. A pair of very comfortable skinny jeans, and her favourite MLP t-shirt. Okay, not the height of fashion, but anyone who knew her would realize they were a sort of comfort blanket to ease her way into the new surroundings, strange people, and odd happenings. Unfortunately for Kayleigh, the clothes also did nothing to hide her athletically trim figure, and the slender, womanly curves beneath themThe announcement of”Watch out, the Skirts”honestly meant nothing to Kayleigh at first. At least until she noticed the parting of the seas so to speak… and her sister. It took a moment before the image sank in, and Aurora’s practically parting words to bubble back to the surface.’Don’t talk to me or look at me’With that instruction still simmering there, the youthful blonde turned away from the trio, and tried to busy herself with something. Anything else. Anything to follow her sister’s wishes.When the trio had tromped past, Kayleigh looked back up, and into the faces of several around her who were somewhat agog. ”What?”I can’t believe you just snubbed them like that!They’ll kick your ass for sure nowDon’t you know who they are? Those are The Skirts!Kayleigh, of course, knew nothing at all about anything here. Her sister had been remarkably tight lipped about everything Helion related. She certainly hadn’t mentioned being part of some gang. Or being feared by all the students. Or even wearing heels! What the heck was going on around here?”I have… umm.. sculpting class. I have to go.” And with that, a confused Kayleigh scurried off through the ivied halls, wondering just what kind of talking to she was going to get before going home… Monday: First day of classesAs Aurora walked along with her friends she thought about that first time she walked these hallways. She had been scared for a few reasons. First, she knew she was different and felt very alone. Second, it was a whole new school and she knew nobody. Her parents weren’t close by and she had to figure things out on her own. In a way, it had seemed like her parents sent her away so that they wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore.They just don’t understand or accept me.It was a common thought that had gone through her head many times since that first day.That thought also made her think about her sister, having to go through the experience of a new school on her own. Aurora had argued with their parents when it was announced that Kayleigh would be attending Helion. It was all because their parents feared that Kay would go through the same thing as Aurora. Even the doctors had said it was not likely to happen. Still, their parents wanted to take the precaution.I can’t help her since she won’t understand. And she isn’t going to be accepted by my friends, it doesn’t work that way.It hadn’t worked. Her parents couldn’t or wouldn’t accept the truth. They just didn’t remember what it was like to be a teenager. Now, Kay had to go through the experience of a new place. Her only saving grace was that she didn’t have the issue Aurora had.A new student, feeling confident and trying to show how good he was interrupted Aurora’s thoughts. The boy stepped in front of the three girls and started talking to Ashley, the shortest of the three and on the far left, "Hey, beautiful. I’m Felix, why don’t you give me your number and we’ll go out later."The response was immediate. The two other girls turned and moved to surround him. Then, all three shoved him at once, pushing him toward the wall, a cacophony of words spewing from all three. Soon, two other girls, also wearing skirts joined in and the five, acting like a single unit began pushing and shoving him even as he was backed against the wall. Their voices mixing together in a loud chorus,“Who do you think you are? Asshole! Are you some sort of rapist? Fucking pervert! Think you’re hot shit? Dickhead! You ain’t shit here, prick!”A teacher came out and moved over to the scene. Instead of pulling the girls away, he reached in and grabbed the boy, “Come with me. The principal is going to want to have a word with you.” and dragged him off down the hall, one of the girls that had joined the others following along, explaining to the teacher what she had seen. The girls shook their heads and then started moving down the hall once again almost as if nothing had happened.Friday: Last day of the first weekThe rest of the week saw Aurora in a variety of different outfits, all with skirts that went to mid-thigh. One day, there was an outfit that made her look like a Roman slave girl, complete with leather sandals that laced up her legs. Another day had her in a simple blouse with a ruched skirt. There was even a day that she seemed to be wearing a large t-shirt, belted around the middle, to look as if it was a dress. Today, she wore a suit jacket that didn’t appear to be over anything other than her bare skin and a matching pleated skirt. Like the first day, spiked heels completed the ensemble. None of the outfits were like anything she had ever worn at home. There, she normally wore dresses or knee length skirts. Apparently, she had a totally different wardrobe at school.A few other incidents occurred. One was much like Kayleigh had been warned about. A female student paid no heed to the warning that The Skirts were coming around. She didn’t bother to move or look around. Aurora and her friends didn’t take kindly to someone not moving and soon, just like with the boy, a group of girls was pushing, shoving and berating the poor girl. A different teacher came out and pulled this girl away, stating like the other, that the principal was going to want to speak with her.In general, the school week was typical. Teachers were spending time introducing students to the way they wanted things. Friends were being made and even cliques were forming. The Skirts had the biggest reputation at school. Kayleigh was able to learn that they seemed to have gathered support from a few of the teachers, which seemed to give them a pass with anything that occurred. It gave the girls a feeling of superiority which they were not afraid to use against anyone.By the second day of class, Kayleigh learned that one of the girls in her art class was a member of The Skirts, although didn’t rove around in the pack with Aurora. Instead, she would only join the three at lunch along with a few other girls. The girl, Lisa, did not seem to like Kayleigh and began trying to intimidate her. At first, it was verbal comments, “Your work isn’t that good. Maybe art isn’t a class you should take. I’m sure you can get your schedule changed if you request it. I hear the shop class has some openings.” Shortly, though, it had changed and the girl started to get more physical. Lisa would often push Kayleigh aside as they tried to leave the classroom. A few times, the girl was standing in front of Kayleigh’s locker, talking to another and not moving out of the way until it was almost time to get to class. Each day, Lisa seemed to get more emboldened and would notch up the acts as if trying to goad Kayleigh into a physical altercation, knowing that she would have back up if necessary.Today had been especially bad. The girl had shoved Lisa, called her a fat bitch and then stomped off down the hall. Moments later, she was alone and waiting at Kayleigh’s locker. An expression on her face indicating she was planning to have it out with Kayleigh if she came near. It seemed as if she was going to wait the full break for Kayleigh. Only an issue with one of the other members of The Skirts caused her to move away long enough for Kayleigh to get into her locker and then away before the girl could return.Finally, the last class ended and the students started heading to the lockers and then to the dorms to start the weekend. When Kayleigh arrived at her locker there was a gold rimmed, hand written note taped to the door with Kayleigh’s name written in black calligraphy. Inside was a thick stock paper with the following written in the same calligraphy style:Your style, academic standing and attitude makes it clear that you are the perfect candidate for an exclusive club.Kayleigh, are you tired of dealing with The Skirts? Wish that there was something that could be done? Want to have a normal school day without the added stress? We can help, if you are willing to join us.Please accept this invitation, for you only, and we can help get your days back to normal. Not even The Skirts will bother you if you join our group.If this sounds like something you are interested in, please come to the South doors of the gym at 8:00 PM, sharp. The doors will be open and you can then head to the girl’s locker room where further instructions will be waiting. Please wear a tight pony tail when you come as a sign that you are accepting of the offer. Any tardiness will be assumed as a rejection of the offer and further instructions will be removed.There was no signature and no other information upon the invitation. @~~'~~Week One!~~,~~@Kayleigh had just hit send on her text to Yuki, once again declining to come witness the glories of cellular mitochondria under the most powerful electron microscope that could be afforded by an educational institution as she rounded the corner where her locker was. Of course, she’d also gotten into the habit of peeking first, just in case that Lisa was there. Again. The flash of white on her locker caught her attention almost as much as the lack of a Lisa waiting to torment her once more, and drew her in.---@---There was a learning curve with every new situation, social, educational, or otherwise. This week had certainly been a rather sharp one for Kayleigh. There was the getting over the shock of seeing her sister as she had, followed by finding out just what sort of thing those Skirts got up to. How could Aurora be part of something like that? Was that why she was always angry at home? Oh please don’t let it be drugs.Of course, even less than discrete questions of others who might know revealed that no such thing took place, really. It wasn’t a Gang in the traditional sense, but there was no denying The Skirts had pull around here. The first time she had heard about poor Felix, and the hell he went through at their hands, not to mention the talking to he got from the Head afterwards, Kayleigh actually had spent a few long minutes in the solitude of her room crying, before realizing she was at least a little grateful that Aurora had told her to have nothing to do with her here. There was no way Kayleigh would ever want anything to do with being a bully like that.Naturally, a distraught teenaged mind immediately put two and two together and came up with twenty-two. Aurora hadn’t been pushing Kayleigh away! She’d gotten into trouble with this Gang and had got caught up in it all and now it was too late for her, but she warned Kayleigh off so that her own reputation wouldn’t drag her sister into the mess as well. Yes, that absolutely had to be it. Now, if only there were some way to rescue Aurora from their clutches…---@---The learning curve didn’t stop there, of course. After that little revelation came Lisa. It wasn’t bad enough that the girl was a member of this Gang (apparently they inducted girls right in the first year too), but she was a horrid artist. Stick figures looked awkward when Lisa drew them. Okay, that was unkind. It wasn’t that she was particularly bad. Her cartoon figures were really good! Most of the other girls in Kayleigh’s various art classes were fine with Kayleigh being better, or even being their equal in various things. Lisa, however, took the young blonde’s skill almost as a personal affront. Like Kayleigh was deliberately trying to make her look bad.That was the trigger for what followed. Sabotaged work in the classroom (No, Kayleigh never would have sculptedthatin class Miss Germaine), the subtle intimidation, the name calling, the bullying, and finally, the physical.Kayleigh had always been taught that bullies only acted out to get attention, and if you reacted to them, they would only keep going or get worse. The best way to deal with a bully was to ignore them, and they would eventually go away when they got bored. So, she tried. She waited, she let herself get slammed into walls, and pushed into doors, half tripped on the way to the paint cupboard to put away her supplies, and so forth. It had to get better. Lisa would find another target sooner or later. She’d get bored. It was a little mantra for Kayleigh. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be happening very quickly, and yesterday had ended up with Kayleigh gaining a bruise on her shoulder from a paperclip shot across the art room by a rubber band.It was something of a final straw, and Kayleigh had vowed that if it happened again today, she’d try to go talk to someone in authority about it. She didn’t want this sort of bullying to start interfering with her schooling. In fact, it was the being shoved into the wall outside the art class room and being called such a horrid name that had been the last straw. Kayleigh had been on her way to her locker to drop off her books and supplies before heading to the Head’s office in a vain hope of finding a sympathetic ear about the abuses, when the note caught her eye.---@---She plucked the page from the locker, and looked around. The whole damned hallway was deserted. Perfect Lisa ambush time, but she wasn’t even there. Looking back at the simply folded note in her hand, she slowly opened, expecting perhaps a death threat, or some such exaggerated display of force from her personal bully.What she got was an even more pronounced blow to her gut. Someone knew! Okay, to be fair, her entire art class knew about Lisa’s sudden and inexplicable hate for Kayleigh, but this someone was different. They were offering to help!The little scenarios that Kayleigh had played through her head, rescuing her sister from the grip of the Gang, exposing The Skirts to the news media, and everyone ending up at home in time for X-Mas supper (maybe one too many teen mystery movies got involved in that one), they all came flooding back. Here it was. Help.She read the note again, and then again, and then looked around, and then at her phone to check the time. Four hours. Was she really considering this? Aurorahadsaid that Kayleigh needed to make her own legacy here. What could be a more different legacy than opposing the very group that had hoodwinked her sister?!In the flash of foolish conclusions, Kayleigh had resolved herself. She was going to be there at 8 if a typhoon happened.---@---The next four hours were the slowest four hours in the history of Time Itself. Homework which should have taken an hour was done in fifteen minutes (double checked for accuracy, thankyouverymuch). Kayleigh even made something of an effort to try playing that stupid flute again, and not sound like the last gasping breaths of an asthmatic barn owl. Some day she was going to figure out instruments!In the end, it was listening to music until 6:30, knees tucked up to her chest, and held in place while her eyes watched the minutes tick by on the digital clock on her bedstand. Yuki had been talking about something, for sure, and Kayleigh even nodded and ‘mhmm’ed a few times to avoid being rude, but if you had asked her on pain of death what had been talked about, she’d have been on the chopping block in seconds.At 6:30 sharp, she all but bounced off the dorm bed, startling Yuki, who had been muttering something about chemical analysis. Announcing she was going to go get ready to go out brought a few blinks and a confused stare, but that was alright. The communal showers at least had individual stalls for the body shy, and Kayleigh was in those every time. Not for her was the locker room style prison shower in the other corner. Nope. She showered thoroughly, cleaned twice, spent time properly cleaning and drying her dirty blonde hair, and making sure it was properly brushed out sleek and straight, before very deliberately pulling it up into the requested tight pony tail. Of course, she had to borrow a scrunchy from Yuki, since she didn’t have any of her own, but that was neither here nor there.After that, it was a simple enough knee skirt, and a simple peasant blouse, with lovely string ties at the throat and wrists, and a pretty pair of simple flats to wear, and she was off.It took several double checks of her phone, and just as many extra, unneeded detours to make sure that she was following instructions, but the note had said 8 pm sharp, and not 7:55. no way was Kayleigh going to mess this up! Not when the salvation of her sister (and the coincidental freedom from bullying) was at hand.Just as the soft chime on her phone beeped the 8 pm minute, Kayleigh took a deep breath and pushed on the gymnasium door, half expecting it to still be locked. When it wasn’t, she stepped through, and finally let out the deep breath she’d been holding for a good minute. Those shoes she had chosen to go with her outfit turned out to be somewhat unwise as they clacked loudly on the gymnasium floor and echoed like little popcorn while she walked across the floor nervously.On the far side of the gym was the locker room, and from within shone a welcoming light, illuminating the huge space otherwise lit only by the after hours emergency lighting. Inside, squinting slightly in the brighter light, young Kayleigh spoke out: ”H…hello? I was told to come here?” There was no response and as Kayleigh looked around she could see that only the front half of the locker room was lit. The back half was dark, except for two candles burning in front of a locker. Between the two could be seen two boxes, one on top of the other. Upon closer inspection another note could also be seen. This one was more ornate then the previous one. A small, blue ribbon was holding a tri-folded letter together. Inside the following was written:Kayleigh, you made it this far and things are going to seem a little confusing, yet, exciting. Anonymity is important to the group and we have to maintain it. I’m the only one that knows you were extended an invitation, but, you don’t know who I am. That is how things will stay until you pass the pledge period on Sunday. That night, there will be a big celebration and you will get to meet all of your new Sisters! Yes, this is a sorority of sorts, one that offers a lot of great experiences and benefits to its members. We are all very protective of each other and the seniors all have offers to attend various universities with full scholarships! Some even have job opportunities due to the connections made through this very club!Now, to maintain the secrecy of your identity the contents of the two boxes are needed. The top one is an outfit that you should put on. It may not fit perfectly, but, it will do. As for the second box, it is a mask. But, don’t worry; everyone is going to be wearing masks. Just slip it on and thread your pony tail through the top. For the next two nights, you need to wear the mask for any events. You will be known by the color of the mask since no names will be used. I don’t know what color is in the box and I won’t even see any of the initiates until Sunday (yes, there are others going through this with you). That is just how this works. If there is a need to get you another message, I’ll get it to you, so don’t worry. The key on the top box is for the locker you are in front of. Leave all your things, including your cell phone, they will be safe. Once you put on the outfit and the mask, head back out into the gym and walk across toward the far door, opposite corner from the locker room doors, tucked behind the bleachers. You and the other initiates will be met by someone there. That person will then lead you to the induction ceremony. Don’t worry about how things look, it is all for show. Also, keep in mind that everyone has gone through this so you aren’t treading any new ground. Just remember that in the end, things are going to be so much better at school and you will be a part of a very exclusive group. Good luck, I know you don’t need it and will do great!Oh, and enjoy a mint! They taste great and will keep your mouth from feeling dry if you are nervous!It seemed as if the mints were forgotten since there was no sign of any atop or alongside the boxes. There was a small key attached to a stretch band that would fit around an ankle or wrist. Once the top one was opened, however, Kayleigh could see a small silver tin with the wordMYNTSwritten in deep blue letters. The container was small, only large enough to hold 4 mints total. Upon opening the tin a strong scent of mint came through indicating the mints were strong. They were placed 2x2, were white with little green flecks throughout.( the tin was the outfit. When it was unfolded it revealed a dress that looked like what Alice wore in Wonderland. Holding it up, Kayleigh realized that the dress would fit, except, she wouldn’t be able to get her shoulders into the sleeves, leaving the top coming to just above the height of her breasts and limiting the upward motion of her arms. The dress was also fairly short, coming to about mid-thigh.The last box contained a mask that looked like a shiny, blue ski mask. When touched, it was obvious to know that it was made from latex. When it was pulled out, it could also be seen that it was designed to look like a dog’s head. The back had laces so it could be adjusted to fit any wearer. A few of the top eyelets were left without the laces running through them, leaving plenty of room for a pony tail to be slipped through the hole. The candles and obviously personalized set up was a bit startling. After all, she had at least expected that there were a few people in this thing. Steps forward were tentative, and careful, although her eyes were only on the boxes, and the rather elegant looking note sitting atop them. When nothing exploded, and no one leaped out to attack her, she lifted up the little tri-fold, and undid the ribbon gingerly, reading every word on the whole thing twice.The contents of the boxes were indeed a surprise, and while she held the mask in her hands, thumbs softly stroking the glossy substance, Kayleigh could literally feel the blush on her cheeks. They couldn’t have gone for standard hallowe’en masks? This one felt… well, almost naughty. It wasn’t the first time she’d second guessed herself, and wouldn’t be the last, not for a while yet. Still, she’d set out with a purpose, and standing here staring at things and recriminating herself, guessing at motives, and generally lolly-gagging about wasn’t going to get that purpose accomplished.When the time came, though, Kayleigh still looked around the locker room a few moments, just to make sure no one else was there watching. Undressing in the privacy of her room was one thing. Doing it in the locker room was an entirely different kettle of fish, and she had always felt more than a little self conscious doing it. Forever behind the other girls in the growth of her chest, Kayleigh had, like most young girls, been exceptionally embarrassed about not being as developed as the rest. Like somehow it made her less of a woman because she only had a B cup.The note had been correct about the key fitting the locker, and just as it had instructed, her extra belongings went inside, followed by the blouse and skirt, and socks. The shoes she kept out, since there were none in the box, and walking across that floor without them was just not something she was prepared to do just yet. When it came to squirming her way into the very little dress, though, Kayleigh ran into her first problem. The sports bra was just a little too obvious, and a small voice in the back of her head even added that the grey stretch material kind of clashed with the soft powder blue of the dress. With an ever deepening blush, and a bit more squirming, the sports bra joined her other clothes in the locker, leaving her with naught but the innocent little flower print cotton panties she’d worn down from her dorm room left to her original ensemble.Of course, at first, she tried to get the dress to come up properly, but it was definitely not cut for that, so in the end, the crimson stain on her face probably in danger of becoming permanent, she left it lie where it sat naturally. The feeling of being so very exposed in that dress was nearly overwhelming. It scarcely hung down low enough to cover her panties, and if she was indelicate about moving, she’d be flashing half the people she was about to meet. The top was no better, leaving the upper slopes of her barely-there breasts exposed in the chill air of the very open space. Her nervousness compounded for a moment by the remaining garments in the bottom of the dress box, as she lifted up the sheer white stockings, and garter belt. It was then that she remembered the offer of the mint.The tin itself was innocuous, and the contents no different from any other larger sized mint she would buy in a store, although the packaging was a little special in and of itself. She popped one in her mouth and let the cooling effect hit her tongue for a few moments, actually thankful that someone had thought enough in advance to prepare for someone else’s nerves. Lacking pockets, of course, the rest of the tin would have to remain here, and so it too went into the locker, as she considered her remaining clothing options. She’d never worn a garter belt before, but the principle was simple enough. She probably should have put this on before the dress, but it wasn’t impossible to do afterwards, and quite frankly, the idea of remaining sitting around in her panties for the time it took to figure it out was enough to leave her happy of her choices.In the end, the stockings probably weren’t smooth or straight enough to be perfect, and any who saw them would know they’d been put on by a novice, but they were on, and clipped into place. Shoes were slid on overtop, sealing the deal. Looking into the wall mirror that the locker room had in place, she nearly stopped the whole deal right there. You could clearly see the stocking tops, and the little strips of the garters extending from under the hemline of the dress. It was enough to make the whole outfit seem like some kind of adult fantasy of Alice. Oddly, it was the existence of the mask, promising anonymity, and the knowledge that there was not a single soul in this school or out who would associate this outfit with anything Kayleigh that kept her standing there.The mask. It was so strange to feel it in her hands. What would it feel like on her face? There were obviously holes for all the important things like breathing and seeing, but the whole of it just screamed ‘pervert’ and ‘indecent’ to her. Maybe it was those thoughts that drove her forward, maybe it was something else, but there she stood, facing the mirror, and the image of Slut Alice with her face, holding the slick rubbery thing in her hands. For a long minute, she considered, and looked, before drawing in that last deep breath of freedom, and lifting the strange thing up to start pulling it on.It was not easy, especially with the pony tail. It took some co-ordination to get it in place, to get her hair through the appropriate holes, and to get everything to line up where it belonged. She had been right. The slick latex felt so strange against her cheeks, pressed close, like it had been formed in a mold especially for her, even though it had not. Strangely, she couldn’t feel the little doggie ears on top unless she shook her head, and even then, it was more a sensation of something being there than actual flopping contact. Wearing the mask, covered by the guarantee of anonymity, she looked again in the mirror, and tried to control her breathing. Somehow, the cool slick feel of the rubber against her skin felt good. Like getting into warm cotton sheets to sleep. There was a comfort to it that made no sense whatsoever. At least it would cover the blushing that had not stopped since she had undone the first lace on her own blouse.With another deep breath, and another MYNT popped in under her tongue, Kayleigh closed and locked the locker, trying to ignore the feel of the dress caressing her breasts and bare nipples, trying to pretend the press of latex against her cheeks wasn’t there. Even trying to ignore the rather interesting feeling of the sheer stockings caressing each other as she walked. She blew out the candles, and stretched her key onto her wrist. It was time.She had taken longer than she normally would have to get dressed, but they surely couldn’t have expected her to be flurrying through this in frothing eagerness, could they? Once again, her shoes clacked in vast echoes through the gymnasium as a very nervous Kayleigh paced her way along the length of the bleachers to the door she had been assured was there.With a last steadying breath, she turned the knob, opened the door, and stepped through. Even before the door was opened fully Kayleigh could see that there was a light on the other side. A moment later she could see that there were three other people standing on the other side, looking toward her, one of them was holding a large candle stick. This one was dressed in a white corset, the top barely covering her nipples. A white collar with a black tie was tied around her neck. White, latex, heeled boots came up to her mid-thighs and were held up with a black garter belt over a narrow, white thong that made it obvious she was hairless. The outfit was completed with a white, latex mask, with openings just like Kayleigh’s mask, painted to look like a skull and a small black cape whose bottom brushed the top of her ass.One of the other girls was wearing an orange latex mask with much smaller ears, making her look more like a cat. Her outfit looked more like a cheerleading costume with a light blue sweater and skirt that barely came low enough to cover her ass. Although, the sweater she was wearing had a large slit in it exposing the girl’s impressive cleavage. A pair of black, fishnet stockings enveloped her legs, extended all the way under her skirt as well as down to a pair of short heels. She was looking nervous, her right hand rubbing her left arm and her eyes darting back and forth between all present.The last girl was wearing a dog mask just like Kayleigh’s except that it was white. Her outfit was composed of a maroon business jacket and short skirt. The jacket was barely able to button closed, came to just below her belly button and there was nothing on underneath. She was also wearing a pair of red, nylon stockings that were held in place with a matching garter. What really stood out was that she was wearing a pair of white Converse high tops.The girl in the skull mask nodded when Kayleigh entered, “We almost thought you weren’t going to make it.” Reaching behind Kayleigh she pulls the door and the locks it, “Here are the rules for all of you. No talking unless spoken to and follow any instructions given to you.” She pauses and looks at each girl then reaches between her breasts and pulls out a small tin box and with a well practiced motion opens it with one hand, “Anyone want a mint before we head to the ceremony?”The orange masked girl nods, “Yeah, those are good. I already had four.” She takes one and so does the white dog girl. The tin is held toward Kayleigh, once her choice was made it is snapped shut, slipped back into the corset and then the girl turns around, “Follow me.” She takes a few steps and then steps down onto the dark stairs that were invisible in the dark, her free hand reaching out to slide along the railing as she steps down. As the group started moving Kayleigh noticed it was getting a little warmer. Only instead of the heat being in the air, it seemed as if the heat was inside her, as if she had eaten a spicy dish. Of course she should have expected others there. Even so, the presence of three other people in the room had that flush of heat on her cheeks deepening again, and her delicate hands reaching for the hem of that not-quite dress as if to pull it down a little further to keep her decent. The appearances of the others registered quickly enough, though, and Kayleigh let her eyes roam for a moment, taking in the bizarreness of the outfits, and the clearly sexualized nature of all of them.The girl in white. She looked so comfortable all but exposed like that! It was almost surreal, and in a way, kind of attractive. Not attractive as in seeing it across the room and getting dreamy, but attractive in the panty-wetting kind of way. Everything just screamed ‘sex’ about that whole outfit. The close clinging of that thong had Kayleigh wondering about shaving, and wondering about her own little tuft of blonde curls. Sure it was trimmed and maintained a little, but she’d never considered shaving it all off like that. In a way, it made the whole outfit seem… more appropriate.Orange cat cheerleader was definitely as uncomfortable as Kayleigh, although she felt a small rush of satisfaction that she was hiding it better. Business lady was probably the least obviously sexified of them all, and yet, the lewdness of how she wore it was enough to at least not make the others seem out of place.The first words spoken broke Kayleigh out of her gawking, and immediately she opened her mouth to apologize, or explain, or something. Nothing came to mind though, and her mother had spent countless hours training her not to stammer, so she simply closed her mouth, and tried to look apologetic. How much of that was visible through the slick latex mask was anyone’s guess though. Was she ever going to stop blushing like a scolded schoolgirl? The firm clack of the deadbolt behind her being turned all but finalized the whole deal. She was here, and she was going through with this one way or the other, not that she had intended to back out, really.The rules kind of made sense, and Kayleigh was having trouble placing the voice. Had she heard it somewhere before? It didn’t sound like it, but then she hadn’t tried to talk since putting on the mask. Did they distort your voice too? Her eyes followed the hand, until they delved into cleavage, and then with a soft gasp of embarrassment, Kayleigh looked away, half wondering if she was just too innocent for all of this.”Oh… y… yes please.” She appropriated a mint and slid it in to join the remnants of the other one she had in there. She sure didn’t want to seem like the only one not following along, and the mints were actually quite tasty at any rate. When the quartet started to get underway, Kayleigh ended up following right behind their leader, since no one else seemed eager to be the first to step forward. She slid her hand down the banister to keep some orientation in the otherwise dark other than just the candle bobbing slightly ahead of her.Click clack down the stairs they all went, and Kayleigh couldn’t help but feel the little puffs of air that floated up her skirt as she stepped. With it being as short as it was, every step raised the hem up high enough to expose her panties to anyone in front of her if they turned to look. There was just simply no demure way to do this, otherwise. Halfway down, she was definitely starting to sweat. Or was it that? The warmth blossoming in her chest and stomach were disconcerting. She’d never had that sort of reaction to nervousness before. Oh please don’t let me be sick. The warmth was only being aggravated by the sensuality of the dress rubbing against her nipples, the stockings rubbing her thighs, and that mask pressing against her cheeks. It was like everything was so much more… real.And then they got to the bottom of the stairs. Kayleigh automatically took one step to the left to let the next person behind her (Business suit girl?) come down without actually having to advance into the space in front of her. Why was it so hard to breathe down here? The stairway was dark, save for the light from the candle. Down below, a faint, yellow glow could be seen. Once at the bottom it was obvious to see that the glow came from two glow sticks that had been tied to the bottom. When Kayleigh stepped aside it was the cheerleader that moved alongside her. Her apparent nervousness had become more noticeable. Her right hand was rubbing her hip, the fingers sliding down to the top of her thigh and then back up, pulling the hem of her short skirt up slightly each time. The left hand was rubbing at her stomach and reaching up to the slit where she would quickly rub the smooth skin of her breasts before dropping her hand back down to her flat stomach.The girl in the skull mask, not waiting for the others, turned right and walked down the only hallway. Business suit girl pushed the back of the cheerleader to get her moving and then she just strode past both of the others and made to catch up with the white leader. The candlelight showed that there were pipes, insulated and not, ducts and valves along the low hanging ceiling of the hallway, which seemed more like a tunnel. White’s heels clicked along the cement floor, echoing in the darkness.The group walked on passing another intersection as they moved along. They came to another intersection and the lead girl turned at it, the soft glow of a glow stick a few feet down the hallway. This continued for several turns, the only sound was the heels striking the hard floor, the occasional drip of water onto a puddle and fluids rushing through some of the pipes overhead. Twice, the group had to duck their heads as they moved under low hanging pipes. Finally, after a few minutes a brighter glow could be seen coming up. This light was a different shade of yellow and appeared to be flickering slightly. Soon it was clear as the group entered what seemed like a room, candles placed around the room. Also, the heat that Kayleigh had felt in her stomach seemed to have spread. Now, her loins and breasts felt warm and were tingling as if she was getting aroused. Her head was starting to feel a little fuzzy, as if she had been holding her breath for too long and her mouth was feeling dry as well while her fingers and toes were feeling cool and sensitive.Inside, there was a collection of other girls, all dressed in different costumes. Two were dressed in French maid outfits, one with a red mas and the other with a purple mask, their breasts naked and exposed. Three other girls were dressed alike in tight, black latex body outfits, with holes for their nipples to poke through and completely crotchless. Each wore a narrow, white thong that contrasted with the black of the body suits. One had the head of a dog, the other a cat and the third a hawk. For these three girls the masks were not like those worn by the newest arrivals. Instead, these seemed like real representations of the animals, covering the top of the faces while leaving the mouths exposed. The girls with the dog and cat head held thick rods about 2 feet long while the hawk girl held a cricket bat; a large paddle like object with the end of it resting on the floor. The maids stood watching everything going on.Three more girls were present, all the same height and tall; at least 6’3”, and they stood behind a metal, backless bench with a diamond patterned, metal mesh for the seat. The other thing that made these girls stand out was that they seemed like they were at the beach. Each was wearing a bikini top and their lower body covered with a bikini wrap. Each wore a head piece that looked like a parrots head. One was green, one red and the last purple. The feathers hung low, like the headdress of a magistrate in a British court, and extended down to the top of their breasts, completely covering their hair. Perhaps it was a trick of the dim lighting, but, it seemed like red masked girl had a much shorter torso and arms than the others, making it seem like she was standing on something to make her as tall as the others.After looking the newest arrivals over the red parrot spoke, “Welcome, candidates. Each of you was chosen by a seeker that was tasked with bringing us a unique individual. An invitation was extended and each of you came of your own free will, which is how we would have it. Before we begin our ceremony, let us toast to your decision.” With that, she signaled the red masked maid who turned, revealing a small table with a tray, a pitcher and a few, brass colored shot glasses. The other maid went into motion as well, grabbing her own tray with only 3, silver shot glasses. She moved across to join the horse head who was already pouring from the pitcher containing a dark looking liquid and plenty of ice. All the shot glasses were filled from the pitcher and then the maids moved to serve. The red masked girl moved to bring the glasses to the new arrivals while the other moved to serve the three parrot girls.Red parrot was first to choose, her hand moving over each of the glasses and then taking the one farthest to the right. Purple went next, choosing the glass closest to her. That left Green with the remaining glass. Each girl held their glass in front of them, arm extended to the newly arrived. Red parrot continued to speak, “To new beginnings; both the new school year and the new additions to our little group.” With that, the three girls pulled their glasses close and downed the contents quickly. The drink smelled of peppermint with a touch of anise. The taste was like a mixture of black licorice and mint tea. Once it got to the back of the throat it burned like strong alcohol. Her own distress was suppressed slightly when Kayleigh saw how cheerleader girl was reacting. She was so nervous, was she going to actually make it through this? Sure, there were flutters in Kayleigh’s chest, and the outfits were causing some flutters elsewhere too that she tried not to think about, but cheerleader was practically squirming on the spot. Either she was afraid of something, or she just really needed to pee or something. Almost by reflex, Kayleigh reached up a hand to touch a sweater-covered shoulder, trying to offer reassurance. The gesture was interrupted by rude business lady, but she hoped that at least the cheerleader was slightly comforted by the effort at least.There wasn’t much time to try again though as their light source headed off. Sure they could remain here in the wan light of glow sticks that did nothing other than highlight the fact that they were in the basement and that everything else was dark around them, but that wasn’t going to get things done. Waiting for cheerleader to go ahead of her, so that she could at least make sure the girl didn’t pass out and go unnoticed, Kayleigh brought up the rear, her ears making out more of her surroundings than her eyes did. The glow sticks continued to light up their path. Thankfully, there would be some way of figuring out how to get back at this point if they were suddenly left to their own devices.As they walked, and turned, Kayleigh couldn’t help but continue to feel the soft material of her naughty dress and the way it swished and slid, brushing her upper thighs, and almost caressing her nipples, which had grown to fully hard under the stimulation. She also couldn’t help but notice the way the cheerleader girl in front of her squirmed every few steps, wriggling in a way that gave more credence to her pee theory. Her own mental state was not being helped by watching those wriggles either. In their own way, they were causing some of Kayleigh’s flutters. There was also the slight hint of a scent. Like a perfume, but more musky.By the time they had reached their destination, Kayleigh was starting to wriggle slightly herself, her panties becoming uncomfortable in that way that they did when she was sitting down to read one of her porn stories on the internet. Had she really been staring at cheerleader’s bum the whole way? She licked her lips as she stepped into the room to look around, and had to fight to stifle the gasp that wanted to just rush out of her. The outfits they had on were lewd, and even kinky. The outfits that some of the girls in the room were wearing, on the other hand…Her eyes pretty much automatically went to the bare breasts, both sets well formed, and supported well by their costumes. Obviously, their nipples too were quite erect, and the sight of them made Kayleigh almost shiver, and she could easily feel the wetness in the crotch of her panties now. From there, here eyes roamed again, and each sight was more enticing than the last, although she did keep looking back at the glossy black bodysuits. She was wearing a mask like that, and it pressed against her face in a way that felt completely sensual. What would it be like to wear it all over? It took a few glances before Kayleigh figured out that they were actually holding things. The rest of the scene did nothing to ease the moistening of her knickers. Bikini-clad amazons, and some kind of park bench thing. The whole place was surreal, and the candle light was making things sort of swim in her vision a little, making outlines kind of fuzzy.When speaking happened, it was a bit startling, at least to Kayleigh, and she did jerk just a little, like a student getting caught daydreaming in class. Chagrinned, she blushed, and rubbed her sweaty palms against her skirt, almost gasping again as that moved the material, and caused the garter to pull at her panties a little, pressing them closer to her sex, and causing another little flood of tingles. A part of her wanted to do that again, but she carefully stopped, and watched, fascinated by the ritual of things. When the little silver cup was presented to her, she took it nervously, noticing that her hand was shaking just a little.Watching the parrot girls all toss back their drinks, Kayleigh looked down at hers, and then sideways to the other two chosen girls with her. Business girl had already shot hers back with an authority that said she was more than willing to go through with this. Cheerleader almost seemed to be entranced by the smell or something, but she too drank. Not wanting to be the one and only who didn’t follow along with things, she lifted up her little silver cup. The smell was kind of enticing, and it tasted just like she had expected it to from the smell. The cool stuff washed over her tongue like ice on the back of the neck in summer. She had forgotten for a moment just how dry her mouth was in all of this stimulus. The alcohol burn that followed was something entirely new to her, having been a good girl for most of her life, and as soon as it happened, she no longer tried to hold back her gasp of surprise. The rush of gooseflesh that washed over her was almost wonderful in how soothing it felt, and exciting all at the same time.Was one shot enough to get someone drunk? Once the shots were downed the three bird girls showed the first sign of emotion by smiling. Red spoke once again, “We are glad to see the eagerness in you three.” Her eyes look all of them over a moment before she continued, “As was mentioned, our Seekers were tasked with selecting candidates with certain unique qualities. First and foremost, you needed to have academic, athletic or artistic ability ahead of your peers. Second, you needed to fall into an additional category.” With that, she holds out her hand and says, “The scroll, please.” The maid that had served the parrots quickly stepped forward and handed a rolled up piece of paper even as the green parrot took the glass from red. Just as quickly, the maid returned to her place, standing and waiting for further instructions.Red slid a fingernail under the edge of the paper and then popped open an actual wax sea, partially unrolled the scroll and then read, “The qualities are as follows: One shall be a Free Spirit. One shall be a Seductress. The last shall be an Innocent.” The paper was unrolled a little further and she added, “Per the custom, masks were assigned randomly to the Seekers. The colors are as follows; White for the Free Spirit, Orange for the Seductress, Blue is for the Innocent.” As each color was named the parrots looked at each girl.Orange was fidgeting even more than before. Her hands were rubbing at the top of her thighs, pulling the skirt up each time her hands came up. One hand, still holding her glass, seemed to be working independently of the other and would rise up further and pull at the slit of her top as her fingers brushed against her breasts before sliding back down. Her tongue was even snaking out to lick against her lips as she looked about.White seemed to be taking things in rather well, although she was starting to show signs of some discomfort. Her eyes were starting to dart about and she was swaying from one foot to the other. It was also clear that her jaw was starting to slide back and forth as if she was grinding something between her teeth. Deep breaths were being taken and let out slowly.When the eyes turned to Kayleigh she could already feel a slight fuzziness in her head. The sounds in the room seemed to be different; some were more distinct, like the way White’s clothes brushed together as she moved about. Yet, Red’s voice seemed to be much more distant than before. The heat and excitement in her body seemed to have increased and her nipples were sending sparks of excitement through her body each time she shifted her torso. Even though the eyes were on her they didn’t seem to acknowledge that anything was wrong.Instead, Red continued, “We three shall be your guides.” When she finished she took one hand off the scroll and reached over to grab her glass from Green. As one the three girls turned their glass over, looked at the bottom and then showed them to everyone else. Red had a white circle painted on the bottom. Purple had orange on the bottom and Green had a large blue dot. “Your personal guides are now known. We shall personally see to your initiation. But first, a toast; to the personal relationships that will develop in the next two days.” The three turned their glasses over and waited for the maid to serve. Only until everyone had received a drink did they raise their glasses and drink. Orange seemed more than eager to get the cold drink. She was served last and didn’t wait for anyone else as she lifted the glass and drained it quickly, savoring the feel of it cooling her mouth and then burning her throat. Her hand shook. It was the first thing she noticed, followed by the rush of warmth that bloomed in her tummy, and then spread outwards, coming to centre between her legs, and in her chest. Already hardened nipples seemed to almost strain themselves to get harder, which only made them rub all the more against the dress she was wearing. Her head was swimming, the whole room sort of wobbling about the edges, and as she watched those lips ahead of her break into smiles, Kayleigh could make out the little halos that surrounded the bird women.The words, this time, had an almost echoey sound to them, like Red Parrot was talking from miles away through a tube or something. She listened, entranced by the whole ritual of the thing, not to mention the foggy headedness that was threatening to make her want to just drift off and find a place to lay down for a bit. The description of the colours, and finding out they had a purpose was a small moment of revelation, and normally would have brought a grin to her pale lips. Business woman was definitely a Free Spirit, if ever Kayleigh had seen one. Cheerleader Babe, well… cheerleader. Seductress. It kind of went together like girls and boobs. When the announcement that Blue was an Innocent, Kayleigh actually looked around for a half a moment, trying to see who was wearing blue, before her eyes widened, and a blush crept on to her cheeks (not that anyone would notice through the wonderful slick rubber mask). How could they know?!She’d never know she did it, but her hand not holding the drink cup slid down across that dress, sliding along the soft material to rest on the pleats barely covering her innocence, almost as if protecting it. Strangely, she could feel an almost heat against her palm, radiating softly through the material. It was a welcome warmth. A familiar one, and yet strangely different. It wasn’t until the weight of all of those eyes was on her that she came to the realization that the heat was her. Not just her, but her… place! She could feel that heat radiating now, and blossoming into a deeper blush. What was going on with her? Why was she getting horny now of all times?Her breathing started to increase. She could feel herself almost panting with embarrassment, which did nothing to calm the sensations. If anything in intensified them, the way her breasts rose and fell, dragging her nipples up and down against the fabric of her dress, sending little shocks through her, down her spine to land with little jolts right between her legs.The parrots didn’t seem to notice, thankfully, her growing shame. She just hoped that this ritual would wrap up before she started getting too wet. She tried her best to listen to what followed, through her panting. The coloured dots were pretty enough, although her eyes did fall to the blue one, the very same shade as the latex covering her face. Slowly, her own eyes slid up from that dot to the Green Parrot, making eye contact, and wondering just what sorts of things would happen next. Another round of drinks was called for, and Kayleigh eagerly held her little cup out, waiting for the maid to come around and serve again. Her mouth was dry, her throat felt parched, and she was starting to sweat. Remembering the cool deliciousness of the first draught, she wanted another, and as soon as she was topped up, and the signal was given, she didn’t wait this time for the others to go first, although the Seductress easily beat her to it.The burning in the back of her throat was far less this time, compared to the strange and wonderful heat that bloomed again inside of her, drawing out a soft gasp once more, and a little tremble to her coltish legs. That bloom did exactly what the last one did, and for the first time, Kayleigh actually felt the dampness of her panties literally sticking to her under the short skirt, much to her growing shame. She was going to need a very long shower after this. The Parrots placed their glasses upon the bench and then Green stepped to her right. Her foot made a clumping sound as it came down and after two more steps it became clear why; she was wearing spiked, platform heels that gave her about 3 inches in height. A moment later Red moved and she stepped down, dropping about 3 inches before she started moving around the bench. Purple, like Green, didn’t have to step down, but, she, like Red, was wearing shoes that gave her about 6 inches in height and her movements were slower to account for the additional height.Suddenly, Seductress spoke, “Moah, peas.” Her words were slurred and her arm shook slightly as she held out the glass toward the maid with the pitcher.“Silence!”the word came from behind Kayleigh and to her right. All three of the girls in black had stepped forward as if planning to do something to end the talk.Purple raised her hand as if indicating to stop and she smiled, “Of course, you, and anyone else, may have more if they desire.” She then waived the maid over to pour more drinks.Green didn’t pause and came around to stop in front of Kayleigh, “Welcome, initiate. I am Green, your personal guide. I’ll be the one directing you during the initiation. I know you will do well.” She pauses to allow the Kayleigh to take a drink or pass and then extends her right arm, indicating which way to move, “This way. You are to undergo the trial of Anubis.” The girl in the Dog mask stepped up and bowed her head before turning and leading the way. Skull came along side Kayleigh and walked along.Dog led the way into a hallway, passing a box with tins of mynts sitting atop. Reaching over, Skull grabbed a tin, opened it, and popped one in her mouth before offering them to Kayleigh, a few steps later she closed the tin and then slipped it between her breasts. In the hallway, the soft light of a glow stick could be seen up ahead. Dog had to pass by a candle a few feet before entering the hallway, the light allowed Kayleigh to see that the white thong wasn’t just cloth. Instead, there was a thin strip of beads that made up the back. The white orbs slipping between the girl’s cheeks before disappearing. Her movements didn’t indicate there was any discomfort from the beads. However, it did seem that she wasn’t too familiar with walking in the heels as occasionally she would wobble slightly after planting her foot.The four girls didn’t go too far before they entered a large room lit up with numerous candles. Here, there was a large furnace, silent, but, dominating the room. A hallway branched off from the right of the room but was dark. Directly in front of the group there was a narrow, white door, only 4 and a half feet tall, in what appeared to be a small, five foot tall room. A small table with a box upon it sitting off to the right. Dog stepped up to the table and reached inside while skull stepped to the door and opened it, revealing a small white room lit by an unseen dim light. From the box was pulled out a strap on dildo, flesh colored and about 7 inches long. She handed it over to skull before taking out another that she handed to green. A third was then taken out which she held in her hand while waiting.Gently, Green touched Kayleigh shoulder, “This trial is simple. You will enter the room and the door will be closed behind you. A short time later a cock will be pushed through a hole and you will attempt to please it. You are not allowed to use your hands. This will continue for a set time and then the trial will be over. At that point, we will return to join the others and the next trial will begin.” She paused and smiled at Kayleigh before adding, “Just remember, you are to please any hard cock that enters the room and you are to do so as quickly as possible.” As Green was speaking, Skull started to slip on the strap on. The white colored straps sliding up her legs until they reached her waist where she attached the final buckle to secure it in place. "Don't worry, this game is fun." As the parrots began to move, the colours blurred in Kayleigh’s eyes, and she followed them like mobile little rainbows, fascinated by the halos and strange blurred lines that followed them. Her hand squeezed at the front of her skirt, unconsciously mimicking the motions that Seductress had been making since they were upstairs. The material of her dress rubbed in all manner of delicious ways, still sending shockwaves of electricity straight from her unprotected nipples down into her crotch with every panted breath.When Seductress spoke, her words were blurred, just like the colours, although apparently at least part of that was the girl herself. The chorus of militaristic shouts that followed were like a gunshot in the silent night. She was sure she’d shrieked a little, and she definitely had jumped, her eyes widening in terror as she looked around to see the source of the noise. Thankfully, it didn’t repeat after that, allowing her to at least slightly calm down before she was confronted with Green.Again those words seemed to echo in her ears. Like they were being transmitted on an old war time radio, right through her Bluetooth earbuds into her brain. Tinny, far off, echoing, and yet clear as a perfect speaker. The words, like the colours, seemed distorted slightly, and the parrot wasn’t making things easier by bobbing up and down as she watched. Or maybe that was her, rocking back and forth restlessly from foot to foot. When the maid came around again, there wasn’t even a pause for Kayleigh, who accepted the hospitality and drank the cup dry immediately, licking her lips and moaning softly at the return of that caress of heat.In short order, though, there was no more need to stand still. There was movement, and Kayleigh moved, following the hand which gestured her in the right direction. The air down this way seemed so much warmer, and it caressed her skin with every passing breath. She could feel the squishing wetness of her panties, pressing and rubbing as they walked, and felt herself with one hand pressed against the brief skirt of her dress the whole way.The Mynt was accepted as well, her mouth once again dry as a desert, and she sucked on the fresh flavour like it was a lifeline. Little bursts of light danced along the walls, congealing into glow sticks as they approached, and then passed. Followed by a candle. Her eyes tracked downwards, and Kayleigh once again gasped softly in surprise when she made out the little beads. Surely that had to be so very uncomfortable! And yet she found herself squirming a little and wondering just how uncomfortable they really would feel, sliding up her own backside while they walked.Finally, they reached a destination. Another large, cavernous seeming room, filled with shadows that leapt and cavorted along the machinery and walls. Plip drip, moisture fell. Pant gasp, Kayleigh’s chest rose and collapsed. Plip drip, her panties grew more damp. They stopped, and waited, and Kayleigh watched, her eyes curious, her mouth slightly open to get more air past the slick rubber covering her face. She watched the motions when the first something was pulled free of the box, and true to her moniker of The Innocent, she didn’t comprehend at first. Of course, she wasn’t exactly utterly pure, and some time spent on the internet helped her foggy brain figure it out by the time the second was revealed. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth, the loudest gasp of shock and surprise coming from her yet tonight. Those were sex toys! The warmth inside of her took a distinct climb upwards, and once again, Kayleigh could feel the incongruousness of her panties soaked with wetness. She could feel the soft trickle of that wet as it started to creep down her thighs, all while being both terrified and fascinated with the toys being handed out.When she was touched, she shrieked again, and jumped even higher than in the main ritual room, her heart thudding in her ears. The instructions were… quite frankly baffling. She was supposed to… do things she’d only ever seen in videos, and even then, only before just turning them off and hiding the guilty things away. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of never having made a noise, she found a voice, her eyes tracking back to the motion of Skull starting to put on the first toy. ”B…but… I’m a virgin…”The door was opened, and Kayleigh wasn’t exactlyforcedinside, ducking her head to make it possible for her to go, her legs wobbly and weak all of a sudden. Her eyes sought out the contents, and looked for the hole that was supposed to grow cocks. Even as the door was closing behind her with a decided clank, she spoke again, her voice meek and barely above a whisper. ”I… I’ve never done this before…” ”B…but… I’m a virgin…”The reaction from Green was almost in slow motion. First, her eyes grew wide behind the mask, the low level of light causing a small sparkle reflected off the moisture. Second, her mouth grew into a big smile. Bigger even then when she had stepped forward and introduced herself as Kayleigh’s guide. Finally, after a moment’s pause she spoke, “Oh, I really did get a prize!”The words seemed distant and with how things seemed to be coming in out of mental focus to Kayleigh, it seemed like they came from somewhere else. Plus, seconds later, as she was entering the box, ducking her head to get through the short door she heard the following:“Her panties have flowers! How cute!” And from a distance there came the sound of asmackechoing down the hall followed with a yelp and a moan.There was a chuckle from one of the other girls and then it quickly stopped when someone else spoke, “Probably the last time she’ll wear something like that.”The walls and door where made of thin material which allowed a response to come after her statement, “Don’t worry. Just have fun and you’ll figure it out.” Inside the box all the walls of the 5 foot high, five foot long by four foot wide room, were white. The door did not have a handle on the inside and there was little indication of where the door had been. To the right of where the door most likely was, in the upper corner, there was a small, yellow light surrounded by a metal cage. For its size, it was doing an excellent job of lighting up the room. This was due to the fact that the ceiling was actually a mirror, reflecting the light and the image of Kayleigh looking up at her costumed self.The dull sound of someone walking came through the walls to Kayleigh. It was only a few steps and then the movement stopped. After a short pause the next sound that was heard was a soft moan, “Ohhhh…” Then came a few quick ones, “Oh, oh, oh!” The moans stopped and then the steps were heard again, this time seeming to move away from the box. Soon, another moan was heard, this time longer and a little deeper, “Uhhhooohhhhhh…” There were no follow on moans and everything seemed quiet until two sets of footsteps could be heard moving nearer to the box.The steps stopped and the silence resumed. There was no indication of what might happen until there was a noise to the left of the door along the wall. With aclicka three inch round hole opened up revealing darkness behind. Suddenly, the head of one of the toys came through. The head and shaft glistening as if coated with something, “Remember, no hands.”The voice, muffled by the walls and the mirror seemed to come from above. At first, the comment about the flowers confused her. She didn’t actually see any of the girls in the room in panties. Heck, most of them had been pretty much naked by the time she was crawling into the box. It wasn’t until her distorted eyes looked up and saw the cute girl in the mirrors that she even realized that they had been looking at hers. Kayleigh’s very soaked panties. Once more, her cheeks bloomed crimson, another little wave of shame washing over her. What the hell was wrong with her that she was acting like this?The sounds of smacking happened in the distance, echoing in her head like the soundtrack to a very old movie, complete with the little scratchy noises. She listened to the instruction to just have fun, and blushed again, remembering again for the first time, that she was supposed to be having fun with penises. Even if they were fake. Listening to the moans that followed sent little shooting warm bursts through the already twitchy Kayleigh, and as she heard the deeper, longer, definitely more sensual one, her hand slipped down to finally press against the panties already sodden with her wetness.No one could see her here, and after all that had been happening, well, even the most innocent needed relief sometime. With slow, lewd squishing sounds, her fingers rubbed and pressed. Kayleigh bit her lip to avoid moaning out loud where they could hear her, but after all was said and done, the fire in her loins was not to be ignored much longer. When the moaning stopped, though, so did Kayleigh, her fingers still pressed in place, daring not to continue lest she be overheard. And yet, she didn’t want to take her fingers away either.Hearing the click, her head swiveled, cheeks once more pink with embarrassment over having been caught with her hand on her panties, although she made no move to take it off. The walls blurred with her motion, until she saw the black circle yawning before her, a hole into space and time. A hole that grew a penis. All glistening, hard, shining wet, and clearly ready to be pleasured. She licked her lips unconsciously, her fingers digging a little, and making yet another little squish noise.The no hands rule reminder had Kayleigh blushagainand it took her a minute to figure things out, working through the fog of her drugged brain, before the sultry little slut Alice got up on hands and knees and crawled forward. She’d seen this in movies, right? How hard could it be? Biting her lip just a little, she leaned closer and closer, before kissing the end, and then slowly parting her lips to let it sink inside.The feeling was unreal. It felt entirely strange to have something literally stretching her lips apart and pressing against her tongue. The taste was slightly sweet, slightly salty, a little tangy, and a little creamy all at the same time. Whatever they had put on the plastic penis actually tasted pretty good, making it much easier for the virgin to slide it in, until it rested in her mouth as deep as she could get it without gagging. She stayed there for a minute, her tongue scrubbing away at the interesting flavour, trying to remember what she was supposed to do next.Finally, the memory came back, and her head started to bob, slowly, very unskilled, but trying to mimic the videos she had watched and hidden. She definitely wasn’t one of the world’s best cock suckers, but after a few moments, she at least got the general rhythm right. A few moments after that, her hand returned to her panties, and once again pressed and rubbed, in time with the motion of her head. This wasn’t so bad after all, even if it did get her all manner of squirmy inside. There was little in response to what Kayleigh was doing. Of course, she was in a box and the penis her lips were tightly wrapped around was plastic. For a couple minutes she was able to slide her head up and down as she rubbed herself without any interruption. Then, when she had established a good rhythm and was enjoying the feel of the way she was rubbing herself Kayleigh got a surprise; the rubber penis jabbed further into her mouth.There had only been a few inches sticking through the wall at first. Now, a couple more inches had come through and the rubber penis was trying to force its way down her throat. Then, after several jabs, it stopped just as suddenly as it started. Rather than let her return to the sucking she had been doing, the penis pulled completely out of the hole and then the hole was closed with a sudden *thunk*.A couple seconds passed and a similar *thunk* was heard behind Kayleigh. When she looked over her shoulder the head of another phallus was sliding through a similar hole. This one was slightly different from the first. It seemed a bit rounder and, unlike the first, was not glistening except for a spot at the tip. That was the third thing that was different, the tip seemed to have a small, slit carved into it.As Kayleigh was trying to focus her eyes on the new box invader she heard footsteps. They started not far from her head, most likely from the first penis. Even though the sound seemed to be distant at times she was able to discern that it moved around to the side where the other penis was. Then it stopped and she heard a voice,“Repeat your efforts on this one. If you do as good a job, maybe you’ll get a reward.”She then heard the sound of something scraping or sliding. Another sound came from near the back of the box, opposite of where she entered.“Remember, no hands.” It was starting to actually feel less awkward. The light had hurt her eyes, so she closed them, letting her body take over the rhythm, rather than her fogged mind trying to think its way through. It didn’t take long before the rhythmic bobbing of her ponytail against the back of her neck was a mundane counterpoint to the sliding, rubbing between her legs. Kayleigh had just settled into that perfect rhythm that was definitely helping to ease her itch, and might even eventually produce a long, drawn out pleasant orgasm if she kept it up. That, of course, was when things were changedonher.The first extra thrust of the plastic toy had her gagging, and her head pulling back automatically. Of course, the foggy part of her brain, the brain still attached to the nerves that could feel her lips being stretched around this plastic monster, told her that she had to keep going or she’d get kicked out, and all of this would have been for nothing! The second extra thrust made her gag again, but she pushed against it, then the third. By the fourth, Kayleigh had actually managed to feel that hard, unyielding plastic surface slide past her tonsils and directly into her throat. Then, before she could figure out if that was what was supposed to happen, it disappeared, sliding away with no more glossy, tangy creamy coating remaining on it. Had she done the wrong thing?The sound of its replacement behind her had Kayleigh once again jerking her head around, swaying slightly as thing blurred once again, her vision chasing to catch up before finally settling on the new, differently shaped toy sliding into her little box home. As before, Kayleigh slowly shuffled around on her hands and knees to face the new ‘intruder,’ her tongue once more wetting her lips in anticipation of feeling that stretching again, feeling the plastic scrubbing against her tongue. For a brief moment, the lack of glistening along the new toy’s surface had her frowning. Kayleigh had actually rather liked that slippery cream.The voice echoed again, reverberating in her brain, bouncing off her ear canals. Why did it keep saying no hands? She wasn’t stupid… you couldn’t taste anything with your hands! She squinted a little, trying to figure out why the silly thing was bobbing and weaving as it was, and why it was so very very hot in here. After a long moment of concentration, while the world popped, pinged, scraped, and banged in the distance, Kayleigh’s lips once again leaned forward and kissed the end of the toy.Immediately, she recognized that there was a huge difference here! First, the taste of that little smear of slipperiness on the end of the toy was so very different. Sweet, almost syrupy even, slick like thick oil. The very faintest hint of something almost tangy but not quite. Just altogether different from the last. Too bad there was only the little smear. If there had been more, Kayleigh would have enjoyed tasting it too. The second thing she noticed was the heat. This toy actually felt warm, and even kind of soft against her lips. Warm enough that she very much wanted more.With a little tiny moan of confused sounding interest, the blonde leaned in again, and just like with the toy on the other side of the box, she pushed forward, letting her lips part, stretching into a smaller O around the soft warmth of the new shaped toy. This one was so very different! As Kayleigh’s saliva slickened the new toy she started to detect hints of the flavor from before. Unlike on the other toy, this one had a slightly different flavor, a little stronger and muskier, but, still good. Each inch her lips traveled brought forth a bit more, as if she only had to wet it to draw out the taste. Another difference her clouded mind hinted at was that this toy seemed to pulse, growing wider for a brief moment, in her mouth. Fortunately, with each pulse it seemed to ooze out a small drop of that syrupy oil from before.Like with the first toy, Kayleigh was allowed to get used to this new, wider toy. Then, once again, more of it came through the hole and towards the back of her mouth. This exposed yet another difference; it was longer than the first one. Easily it reached the back of her throat and still had a few inches between her lips and the wall. The toy began to thrust in and out, increase the pace that Kayleigh’s lips slid along the length. Along with the thrusting it seemed like she heard a slight moan come from above her. It was soft and long and sounded as if it was filled with pleasure.For a couple of minutes the thrusting continued, interspersed with those soft moans. More and more of the syrup seemed to ooze out as time went on and the speed of the thrusts, as well as the intensity of them, increased. Then, with one sudden hard push forward the toy swelled up to its max girth and then it seemed to erupt. A thick, strong stream of warm liquid shot out, paused and then repeated. Faintly, there was whimper heard followed by a deep sigh. For several seconds it kept spurting before it stopped. Just slightly, the toy seemed to deflate, but, didn’t soften completely. It started to withdraw, but, paused when the only the head was through the hole. A moment later Kayleigh saw a glob of a white cream slowly form at the tip before she heard the words, “Lick it off, then you’ll get the final one.” The feeling of that satiny smoothness sliding over her lips, and across her tongue only served to mark just how incredibly different this warm, soft and smooth, iron hard tube was to the slick plastic one that had come before it. Kayleigh felt it nestle for a moment in the back of her mouth, pressed up against her throat, just before it would start to gag her, and she swallowed slightly, letting that little trickle of slick goo tickle its way down into her stomach.Not that the process was as easy as that. No, Kayleigh barely got the first three inches in on the first try. Her tongue worked at the softness, her saliva pouring out to coat that shaft, so she could try again, inching further down its length. With each successful deeper penetration of her mouth, Kayleigh’s fingers jabbed just a little harder between her legs, pushing and prodding the fabric of her panties, sliding in the slippery wetness that painted them to her. She moaned with every bob of her head, and was rewarded with more of the goo painting her working tongue, teasing her with taste, while making it easier for her to bob a little further each time.When the toy touched the back of her mouth, she blushed, her tongue and throat working on the toy, constantly scrubbing away the drool she has pasted all over it, only to swallow it down with the extra flavour hint added. Then the moving started. Kayleigh didn’t even have to do anything this time, the toy just started moving on its own. She heard the moan, and inexplicably realized she had caused that sound. Kayleigh was doing something right!As before, the thrusting of the toy send Kayleigh’s fingers dancing, and soon enough she felt that spongy end banging against the entrance to her throat. Unlike before, though, it wasn’t hard unyielding plastic, and Kayleigh kind of knew what to do. She tilted her head a little, and swallowed just at that magic moment, and with hardly a pause in the feeling of that warm sausage sliding across her lips, poof, it went straight into the blonde’s throat. Muscles squeezed on it, welcoming it to the warmth and tightness of a virgin throat.It left, but it returned, and with each, increasingly rapid thrusting, Kayleigh moaned, and swallowed, and loved the taste of whatever was leaking out of this toy just as much as she had loved the coating on the first. The thrusts changed, growing shorter, and more insistent. It wasn’t until she felt the toy swell in her mouth that a vague memory of an illicit blue film watched a year ago in the darkest of night at a sleepover swam through the drug-induced fog to the surface of Kayleigh’s mind.Even as the penis flexed, she could feel the pulse travel along the underside, sliding along her tongue as if she was guiding it. It swelled again and again, and this time, the first pulse came out. Hot, slick, slightly sweet, very salty, ever so thick and rich feeling, the cream of male orgasm erupted in Kayleigh’s throat, and then again, and then as the penis withdrew, the blonde’s eyes wide in shock and surprise, she could feel it once again painting a line of slippery mess along her tongue, until it popped free, wetly, from her still-stretched lips.Swallowing hard, and once again reliving the taste, Kayleigh leaned back a little, her fingers audibly squishing against the gusset of her flooded panties, her eyes almost crossing in an attempt to see what had just been in her mouth. She’d just given a blowjob! A real one! The little pearl of white that swelled into existence on the end of the slowly wilting, still pulsing penis in front of her stole her breath again. It wasn’t a matter of following instructions, exactly. With a slow, deliberate motion, the kind of motion one sees exaggerated on those already far too drunk to be trustworthy with gravity, Kayleigh leaned forward again, her forehead thunking softly against the box wall.A soft, warm tongue slid out, and care gently washed over the end of that still-sensitive penis, collecting the little dew drop of pearly white and letting it chase the rest of its friends down into her tummy, blooming with warmth. Had she been sober, Kayleigh never would have remotely dreamed of doing something this wanton. Now, though, her tongue slid out again, chasing the first lick with a second, trying to find more. The licking tongue caused the toy to twist a little with the sensitivity, but, it didn’t pull away. In fact, after several seconds it pushed forward and pulsed like before. This time, instead of providing another drop of the fluid it swelled slightly. For a few more seconds it stayed, slowly swelling and growing firmer. Then, suddenly, it pulled away, slipping out through the hole before a voice was heard, “There is one more for you to lick and suck.”With a clunk the hole closed leaving Kayleigh alone once again. There was some shuffling, although, it wasn’t clear where the sounds were coming from. A moment later a more distinct sound, a click, came from the opposite side from which she entered. Then, the edges of a door appeared as it opened. Once it was fully open Kayleigh was staring at the dog headed girl that had come along with her and the others. She was still wearing the strap on toy and it bobbed up and down, side to side as she looked in.Surprisingly, the girl didn’t enter the room. Instead, she stepped aside to reveal a large dog behind her. The Great Dane with grey fur was muzzled to keep its mouth mostly shut. It was still able to slip out its tongue to lick, but, it wouldn’t be able to bite. Seeing Kayleigh the dog moved forward, air quickly flowing in and out of the dog’s mouth and nose. Coming forward it kept sniffing at the air, finding some scent that it enjoyed. Easily, it covered the few feet to her body and dipped its head between her legs, licking and sniffing at her soaked panties.Of course, from her position, Kayleigh was able to see how excited the dog was. Between its legs dangled a large, erect penis. The red tube was protruding out, glistening with excitement. In the fur sheath the red penis came out of there was a large bulb making the penis look almost like a snake that had swallowed its dinner. A moment later the penis extended a bit further and the dog’s knot popped out of the sheath. Ironically, as if things were timed that way, the voice spoke to Kayleigh once again, “Remember, no hands.” When it pushed forward, Kayleigh happily let it press her tongue back into her mouth, letting her lips spread ever so slightly around that warm, spongy soft end, feeling it swelling and enlarging. Then it was gone, and she was once again left bereft, her tongue slipping out to caress over her tingling lips, almost as if trying to remember the feeling of it still. Her fingers continued now, unabated, pressing, rubbing, stroking against the cotton of her panties, slick with her wetness, clinging to everything, so wet as to be translucent. She didn’t even stop when the hole closed, her breathing starting to hitch as she climbed closer to a peak of release that she had only ever achieved in the dark in her own room, under the sheets, hiding her naughtiness from the world.The promise of another one had her glazed eyes opening again, seeking around in a blur for the next hole to open, wanting to feel it once more, to have another between her lips, to finish herself off while sucking on a toy. Or another boy. Ears on high alert for the sounds of her next little gloryhole, she oriented on the clicking of the door, swiveling like a drunk to look, to see what size and shape would come to visit her next. The appearance of a person, however, brought a crimson blush to Kayleigh’s cheeks. In this whole experience, the penises that she had sucked were disembodied. They weren’t people. They couldn’t see her, they couldn’t know it was her. By now, she had utterly forgotten the mask that lay plastered to her sweating face, and seeing the dog-headed girl only served to make her feel suddenly vulnerable.Her fingers stopped, pressed as they were between her legs. They did not retreat, but there was no more rubbing. Not while someone was looking. Her eyes did slide down to the toy strapped to the girl’s loins, and unconsciously, Kayleigh once again licked her lips. It was the first one she’d sucked on. The first thing she’d been coerced into having in her mouth. Would it have been re-coated with that tasty little slippery substance that she had tasted?Confusion washed over her features when she was not joined by the girl. Kayleigh had actually shuffled forward a little on hand and knees, inching towards the dog-faced girl, ready to face her final ‘challenge’ even if it was something utterly more mortifying. The appearance of an actual dog, though only served to heighten the confusion, and added the slight hint of fear to the mix. That was a very big dog. She froze in her tracks, staring at the animal as it clicked its way into the small box.Frozen in indecision and confusion, her reflexes dulled by the drugs, Kayleigh was no match for the beast’s speed as it all but appeared to lunge at her. She let out a little cry of panic, until that great big very cold nose jammed itself into her hidden fingers. The cry turned into a shocked grunt, and when the long tongue slurped out and dragged over her digits, and the clinging cotton, it sent such an incredible wave of drug-fueled lust surging through her, that Kayleigh moaned, louder than anything she’d done since she’d gotten into the box.Still on hand and knees, she trembled, her eyes finally focusing on the thing that had been sent in here for her. That large, swollen red shaft, so obviously pulsing in front of her face. She could smell it. The powerful, thick scent of maleness. She saw the slightly tapered and almost pointed end as it drooled a constant stream of clear, slippery liquid, dripping off the end to plat against the pure white floor of the box. It swelled in front of her, and as the tongue swiped again, sending another low guttural moan through her from her overheated sex out her throat, the knot popped free, making it so much more obscene looking.She’d never have admitted to licking her lips again, her throat suddenly parched. She stared for an eternity of a heartbeat. The words echoed once again, timed with another swipe of an eager tongue, her fingers unconsciously parting, as it peeling herself open for that tongue to press inwards, even though she was still protected by the thin layer of sodden fabric from that ever happening. No hands. Her mind was lost to her, the lust having taken over as her long held off peak approached at the end of a very eager tongue.As if in a dream, she leaned forward, her mind blank, not thinking of the act she was about to perform. There was no thought. There was only another penis to suck. To pleasure, as she had been told, to bring her pleasure in the process. Pale pink lips, so markedly contrasted to the angry red of the cock in front of her, parted as she leaned forward, and ever so slowly engulfed the end of that drooling monster, letting the scalding heat slide into her welcoming orifice with nothing more to mark the moment than another low moan. With the warmth of Kayleigh’s mouth engulfing the hot, sensitive shaft of the large animal, a low growl came from its throat. The hips bucked before she could get used to the feel and size, forcing more into her mouth. Too, the dog bumped the side of its head against her hip as if trying to move her. The powerful muscles tensing as it exerted some strength against her body.Not satisfied with the results it moved its head and pushed its muzzle under her stomach then her leg before trying to lift her leg off the ground as it tried to ease the access to her wet panties. The beast had a strong and powerful neck which easily lifted the leg. Now, with its head turned it tried to lick at those wet panties. The gritty tongue lashed out and slid not only on Kayleigh’s panties but also along the inside of her far thigh. Each lick seemed to be full of excitement and desire, yet, didn’t land in the same spot as it tried to keep moving its head.Finally, with another growl the dog pushed with its head and body to knock her over, getting her on her back so that it would have an easier time of using its tongue. The nose pushed forward bumping against her clit before it moved so that the tongue could lick out against the thinly covered pussy that was secreting the juices it was seeking. Each long swipe of the pink tongue with the dark spots pushed the fabric against her slick lips before sliding along the bottom of her ass cheeks. Soon, the force of each lick was driving the tongue between her lips and the cheeks of her ass.Meanwhile, the dog’s haunches dropped down in classic sexual fashion and started to hump back and forth. Soon, the pace was almost a blur as it tried to drive the red shaft in as far as possible as well as to increase the pleasure to the point of orgasm. The speed was causing the scrotum sack to swing with each thrust, bumping against Kaleigh’s face in rhythmic fashion. The heat was amazing. So much hotter than her first two, the impersonal plastic, and the warmer, softer boy that had filled her lips. The dog was degrees hotter, and she could feel it as it slid so very easily on a film of its own slime, stretching her lips wider than before. Kayleigh was just beginning to settle into her rhythm, exploring the feel and texture of the monster on her tongue, lapping at the tangy, almost bitter slickness that coated it, when the animal chose to take its own path.She felt the brute buck and shove, her throat not ready yet, forcing the teen to gag on the dog’s cock a few times before that thing pushed its way deeper, stretching her throat open as it did. At the same time, she felt the insistent tongue dragging like a torture of pleasure over the sodden cotton of her panties for a moment, before she felt the impact against her hip. One firm headbutt, and she was off balance. When the animal slid its head under her, and used its powerful muscles to move her, the slender little blonde rolled whether she wanted to or not, her mouth, tongue, and throat rotating around the impaling rod of flesh like it was some kind of sexual bar-b-que spit.Another few licks, and another nudge and butt, and Kayleigh rolled onto her back, no longer in any control of this situation at all. Canine hips thrust at their own speed, slamming that huge cock in to the knot with every powerful shove. Feeling the burst of pleasure that erupted from between her thighs, Kayleigh cried out and shuddered, her long forestalled climax approaching like a runaway freight train at the enthusiastic and yet seemingly untrained animal’s tongue.There was nothing at all she could do at this point. Her head was craned back so that her mouth and throat provided an easy passage to the tapered shaft slamming over and over against her, her legs splayed wide, hand doing little more than holding her skirt out of the way to expose those now-transparent panties to the onslaught. Her eyes were glazed with lust, now, watching that swollen sack as it swung with every increasingly fast shove, until it smacked her nose. Her lips pummeled by the swollen ball of flesh at a staccato bestial speed.Used and used hard, Kayleigh felt her body becoming overwhelmed. The drugs coursing through her only served to heighten every single sensation, her hips tensing and flexing, hunching her crotch upwards over and over to meet that lapping tongue, driving her over that final peak with a howling scream, muffled by the meat in her mouth. Still, there’d be no mistaking the orgasm that washed over the now disheveled teen, as her body just spasmed and shook in its throes. With her throat jerking and squeezing, the dog didn’t last much longer, shoving hard with one final thrust before erupting a hot fountain of runny dog cum straight down the blonde’s throat, filling her tummy with spunk.Their orgasms continued for minutes, Kayleigh literally having a seizure from the drug-induced waves of ecstasy that washed through her, while her stomach bloated slowly with the volume of dog cum flowing into it. The dog finally stopped banging away at her face, just standing, thrust in as deep as it could get, panting like a broken bellows while it pulsed over and over, standing as nature told it to, flooding its bitch with seed. After long minutes, the beast slowly started to withdraw, a long, lurid squelching wet slurp as the cock slid and slid and slid out of Kayleigh’s stretched orifice.With a soft thud, the exhausted teen slumped to the floor, barely conscious, shuddering through aftershocks of the most intense sexual pleasure she had ever experienced. There was several seconds where only the sound of the dog’s heavy breathing was heard in or out of the room. Finally, a faintclick-clack, click-clack, came through and then the door the dog had entered through opened. ”Thck-Thck,” was the next sound heard. The dog, recognizing the sound, turned its head and then started moving its body in the tight confines. The front paw came over Kayleigh’s body and just clipped her right side. Without noticing the dog continued to turn and the rear paw came down first upon her stomach and then her right shoulder before it had turned around and clomped its way out the door which was quickly closed behind it.Other than the sound of a clank more silence followed for several seconds until more of theclick-clack, click-clack, click-click-clackcame along. Suddenly, the front door was opened and Skull stood staring down at Kayleigh. She was still wearing the strap-on which bobbed slightly with her movements, almost as if it was taunting the prone girl to rise up and wrap her lips around it. “Get up, it’s time to return to the main room.” A hand reached out to help her up. The slight twist in Skull’s body allowed Kayleigh to see that Green was standing a few feet behind, watching, smiling and waiting for the girl to get up.As they waited for Kayleigh to get up and come out, more of theclick-clack, click-clackwas heard and then the girl in the dog mask came from the left of the door. She too still wore the strap-on which bobbed and swung with each carefully measured step. This one walked straight to Green and nodded, before saying something. The only response from Green was a nod and then a jerk of her head back in the direction they had come in. The dog girl nodded and started to move off in that direction slowly.Once Kayleigh was up Skull practically jerked her out of the room, then propping her up next to the table. Reaching over with one hand she grabbed something before holding it in front of Kayleigh, “Have a drink.” It was easy to tell, just from the aroma and the distinct color, that it was more of drink found in the pitchers. The sounds and noises echoed strangely, as if she was at the end of a very long and narrow tunnel, or maybe just her head was. The heat in the room was incredible, and only heightened by the pulsing of her body underneath the furred partner that had done such amazing things to her slender frame. Having that partner stepping on her was only another little notch in the miasma of sensation that was still rushing through Kayleigh’s drugged veins. Even the slight pinching of the toenails against her flesh, cushioned as little as they were by the scandalous satin, was just another feeling to send another shiver down her body.Even as the door opened behind her head, Kayleigh opened her eyes, licking her lips as that still swollen slab of shrinking red meat bobbed above her face before it disappeared. A small part of her was disappointed to see it go. Still, the heat in the small space was lessened a little, and she almost felt a cool breeze as she lay there, exhausted, replete, and hoping that she had done what was supposed to be done. What was that again? Why was she here? Was there more she was supposed to do?More noises, and the feeling of the lighting changed, a face swirling into view, grinning and macabre, like some carnival masque taken on life. Rimmed with a halo of light, and bobbing in her field of vision. Automatically, the teen’s eyes traced downwards, knowing it would be there, her tongue slipping out to lick over abused and swollen lips, almost wanting another to pleasure. Such was not to be, though. She was done. Taking the hand, she shook like a newborn colt, standing and wavering in the process, clutching at things for support. There were others here. Others like Green. Green who was important to her.As soon as she was standing, even remotely, one hand descended to touch on the little cum-gut paunch that she still sported for now, caressing for a moment before descending even further to get tangled in the pleats of her skirt that was, for the first time since she had put it on, too long and interfering. The heat between her legs was still there, damped by the massive body wrenching orgasm that had been granted her, but enough there that it was demanding more attention.She didn’t understand the words that followed. She knew they were words, and that there was something going on. Like the clicking sounds, though, they were far away, and muted to her ears. The lights swam and blurred, and then there was movement and motion. She stumbled along, her hand anchored to another, that one point of reality in her world at the moment. Everything else was just surreal. Another place, and she was moved, and pushed, and fell back slightly against the firmness of something against the bottom of her bum.There was no questioning the command as anything other than a command, however nicely it was phrased. Her throat was dry, despite having swallowed so much, and the scent of the stuff was enticing now. She took the cup, her hand trembling slightly, just as the cheerleader’s had done when they first had been given their cups. Without pausing to consider, Kayleigh drained it in one go, swallowing down the soothing heat, feeling it burn as it slid inwards, and once more sent that rush of wonderful throughout her extremities. This time, though, the innocent blonde actually moaned softly at the feeling.“Th…thank you…” How long had it been since she had spoken? Once Kayleigh had taken the drink Skull reached out and took back the empty glass, setting upon the table before her hand reached under Kyleigh’s arm. The hand provided support of the young girl as well as control. Green turned around to face the way they had come. The movement allowed Kayleigh to see that she too still wore her strap on, albeit under her wrap. Unlike the other two, Green’s didn’t seem to bob and sway. Instead, hers jerked up slightly and then didn’t sag back down, seeming to stay in place. She then started walking and her heels started the rhythmic click-clack upon the cement floor.Skull pulled Kayleigh along behind their leader. Green walked confidently and slowly so the two followers could keep up. The girl in the costume again showing that she was used to wearing heels as she stepped almost gracefully. Her hips swaying from side to side with each step and the tight wrap she wore showed off the way her buttocks flexed with each step, rising and falling one at a time. Within a matter of moments Kayleigh could hear other movement. More heels striking the ground as well as the material of the different outfits as the wearers moved about.Soon, Green stopped at the entrance to the main room. She stood off to one side and watched as Skull kept pull-pushing Kayleigh. Coming into the main room it was markedly different than when she had left. Everyone, including the maids, was wearing strap-ons now. Business Girl stood near where Kayleigh, she and Cheer Babe had been when everything started. This time, though, Business Girl shifted from side to side as if uncomfortable about something, Red Parrot was standing next to her and looked back to watch Green. Cheer Babe, on the other hand, was lying upon the bench in front of Business Girl, her legs spread wide open on either side, Purple Parrot standing a few steps away, looking back at Green. In the dim light it was hard to be certain, but, it appeared she was no longer wearing panties. One of the maids was just starting to pull on Cheer Babes arm and her movement obscured the view, not giving Kayleigh’s eyes enough time to focus and determine if Cheer Babe was panty less or not.It also didn’t help that Skull kept Kayleigh moving, bringing her next to business girl. Green seemed to glide right in front of them, a smile upon her lips as she spoke, “She passed, with flare.”Purple seemed to not take the news pleasantly and she barked out, “Take this one. We’ll see how she does.” Without waiting, she started walking out the way Kayleigh had just come. Dog Girl and Skull moving hurriedly to drag Cheer Babe along.Red Parrot spoke next, her words directed at Business Girl, “You know what comes next. Prepare yourself to take the bench.” There was some hesitation and then Hawk Girl stepped forward, the large rod help with one end toward Business Girl. That was all it took and the girl quickly moved forward to stand at one end of the bench, facing toward the other.Green had moved to the opposite end of the bench and was watching everything. Once Business Girl was in place Green looked over to Kayleigh and pointed toward the end of the bench, “You are to kneel before the bench, placing both hands upon the sides and your chest atop it. This is the trial of Bast.”

Sisters with Secrets (CharlieSariel & Arioch)

It's Lonely at the Top (Writersblockade & iridium248)

It was promised to betheunderground MMO event of the year. Built on next-gen VR graphics and neural interfaces on par with what was deemed military grade and used to train soldiers and pilots using battle-hardening scenarios. Users from all over the world found worthy enough to play were sent the hardware that would transport them to a world unlike anything they've seen before. The virtual and printed paperwork that required signature would have been considered overkill by any legal professional, but it had just the right wording to make people squeamish...well, the ones who only pretended to want to push their gaming experience to the next level. Those with something to prove, something to gain, or simply the need to experience their tech on the cutting edge would fly through the signatures without a second glance.They were the people that The Collective were after anyway. The perfect guinea pigs for what was to come. People capable of lying, cheating, and stealing their way to the top were mixed with players whose gaming stats were beyond reproach. The truly talented, who took on games such as the one they've developed as simply new mountains to climb. In an effort to stir the pot even more, internet sensations were thrown in the mix. Attractive men and women who tended to attract fans fast. How did the social dynamics play into the game? When isolated from their fan base, did these virtual prom kings and queens of the gaming world have what it took to stand on their own two feet? The possibilities of mixing such a diverse group in-game had the markings of a legendary experience.The crowd was teased with the prospects of henchmen possession, where randomly selected "Alpha" members would have the opportunity to try their luck as some of the baddies within the gamesphere. These members paid top dollar to have the opportunity, and were only told that they would be able to interact with player characters while playing selected foes. They were sure to keep it general, to give it a dash of mystery. After all, interaction could mean so much in a virtual world, and while sexual experiences still weren't remotely on-par with the real thing, they couldn't help throwing their money at floating virtual monetary receptacle that served as an offshore account on steroids. Black hats were paid for their cooperation and silence, and were busy keeping the money moving and difficult to trace. The entire effort took a cooperation and single-mindedness that only The Collective could achieve. It was a testament to the ability to add organized crime to e-commerce a VR gaming at the same time. Crime that paid, in more ways than one.Alpha members, the rich, powerful, or just well connected, waited for the timer to start for them. would their number come up? The VR apparatus, loosely codenamed Wonderland pending results of this little soiree, was sent to all of them so that even if they were only viewing the action, they had player-track capability and access to more viewing angles then the normal, already ridiculously elite group assembled to cheer on the festivities. While they did not have as many bells and whistles looking through their own monitors or wall-spanning televisions, they did have an option to player track under a less expensive "sponsor" option. Find someone you can't help but like? For a few credits extra, you could donate money to them that is converted to lucre in-game for a player to use for armor, weapons, and spells...whatever they think they need, partially financed by sponsors so they could feel a part of the experience. This was the other reason why already established internet celebrities were added, but there was no promising that stardom on the web equaled success in the game. In fact, some of the Collective had side-bets that related exactly to that. One must find fun where they can!Spectators and gamers watched the game clock count down to zero. Once it did, the gamers were transported to a quaint little village that somehow managed to hold everyone while still keeping the look of a small village in the middle of nowhere, but at the center of everything. Children played, running around adventurers as they chased one-another. People went about their days doing what they would normally do. The inn was happy to put people up, and never seemed to run out of rooms, The pub was stocked with ales and foods for all palates. Within the environment also contained equipment that seemed contrary to the surroundings. A recharging station was next to the stables, and the simple wooden arch that welcomed and bid fairwell to travelers seemed to shimmer and shift for each person who left in search of adventure and the grand prize. Real world credits. Enough to set yourself up to go pleasantly to pieces, and still have more than enough to leave some behind. The kind of money most of them would never see in their lives under normal circumstances. The stuff dreams were made of.Meanwhile, the spectators waiting with baited breath as the clock counted down. When it did, a group of shadows dripped from their display to pool in one spot. From that spot rose a hooded specter whose hands were skeletal, and whose hood revealed nothing of the horror beneath. He was the announcer, there to usher the spectators through their viewing experience with commentary and stat-tracking. That the figure resembled death was intentional, though they wielded no sickle. They would be making commentary on a sample of all the gamers possible, but as allegiances and sponsors were amassed, the announcer would stick to the flavor of the moment until a change was necessary. This ensured that the majority of people got to see who they wanted to see, and that others who happened to like less popular characters would have to pony up the money to follow their choice."Welcome, honored guests, to the beginning of something that will break what we know about VR to its very foundation! And on that foundation we will build a monument to depravity and decadence the likes of which the world has not witnessed since the biblical age. Welcome, those who will view and the chosen others who will partake, to Babylon Interactive!"The cheers of those in their homes all streamed together, and sounded like a stadium full of people. Concert quality sound in a VR environment. The realm of real and imagination separated by a thin line that the Collective hoped to make thinner with each version of Babylon, but for the moment, what they had would be sufficient to sponsor funding for years to come, even with the grand price.The announcer waited for the cheering to die down before continuing."What we have is a multi-genre, multi-realm approach to the MMO. Fantasy archers with rail gun sniper rifles. Cyborgs on horseback! Monsters savaging neighboring villages and aliens preying on the unsuspecting can all be engaged by those who feel they have the tools to survive and thrive! And they must, ladies and gentlemen, they must! Because only those who have travelled the possibilities in Babylon are invited to bring forth all that they have experienced against the final boss for The Prize!"While the face of the specter could not be seen, the movements he made served to rile up the crowd even more."And because we know that some of you out there still have your doubts, remember, higher level access is just as easy as a push of the prompt to your top right. The account you have attached to your profile will be used to upgrade your feed, should you find the need, that is..."that last line ended with a most sinister cackle"But enough with the warm-up act! Let's get this show on the road!"Amidst more cheers, the specter merged back into the shadows, and gave way to the Babylon Interactive logo, and options for viewing that aligned with the spectator's subscription level. Game on. ( on.A taut gasp pulsed from PC NAME: LUCILLE ORTENSIA's lips, as the clock struck zero - A little shiver coursing up her spine as she rose from her seat, her lissome form limned by the tavern's flickering light. Andwhata form it was...Her feet arched high on heeled boots, coltish legs crossing with a supplescrapeof thigh-high stockings, the curvy vixen was a sight for sore eyes - Glossy green hair framing her lovely features, wire-rimmed glasses lending her a prim look as they perched on her pert nose...-But as if to belie *that* impression, her costume was something else entirely! Her tight, tight red bodice - Leather creaking, from the effort of holding her dynamite curves in check - clung to her like a second skin, so sheer it was nearly *painted* on...Her garters drawing her smooth stockings taut, as her slim fingers rose to brush stray strands of hair back from her lovely features!And at this very moment, Callie Liddle couldn't *imagine* being anywhere else. Oh, she was a minor celebrity from participating in theBl@sterchampionship - Where she'd cut her teeth! - and from her channel, where it was her body as much as her playthroughs that'd given the lovely brunette some attention...But this was the Big One. This was her chance at the Big Leagues.And, of course - ThePrize. More money than she'd ever seen in one place! But it was more than that - It wasn't just about money (All right, alotof money) it was the chance to be part of something. Even if that something was very, *very* illegal indeed, enough to carry a two-year mandatory re-education sentence...-If she got caught, of course. But until then, she wasn't going to worry about it.All of these thoughts were running through her head, as Lucille swayed to her feet - theclickof her heels against the tavern's wooden floorboards oh-so-pointed, her curvy hips rolling with a smooth, sexy saunter! It was hard not to do so when you realized that every eye was on her, watching her, wanting to *be* her...Or wanting to be *in* her! The feel ofthatwas distinctly intoxicating...-She couldn't possibly let them down, could she?The clock was ticking. The channel was running. With a well-practiced flourish, Lucille swung her primary weapon - that huge two-handed greatsword - against her back...Despite her looks, her character was very, *very* strong indeed! She'd never quite gone for the more esoteric disciplines - Give her a gun, a sword, or something with high DPS and a satisfyingly large explosion *every* time. This hunk of iron, though...It was *exactly* what she needed.She adjusted her glasses, favoring her adoring fans - And there had to be *hundreds* watching her every action, the thought making her stomach all fluttery, even as it coaxed a soft giggle from her silky throat - with a slow wink. This was what it meant to be *famous*."Ready or not, boys~" Lucille purred, low and husky - Anticipation, trepidation and excitement coursing through her all at once, a piquant mix of emotions! "-Here I come."It was time to head out of the village. Through the gate. Right into the thick of things...-Winner take all.Lucille had a plan, of course. Find out the lay of the land, and start plundering it for all it was worth. Every little bit counted; That meant going for the quests, for the big events, over just grinding...Besides, that was the kind of thing people paid to see! One way or another...This game was about to get very, very interesting indeed-! Eyes seemed to follow the buxom heroine as she made her way out of the tavern. The tavern owner gave a small wave and word of good luck as she exited. He was programmed to do that with all departing patrons. No one could justify the code necessary to keep the tavern owners any more autonomous than they already were, and it just meant they could pool more resources behind monsters and Boss villains. Callie's avatar stretched and jiggled to the delight of many both in and out the game. There were plenty of female avatars to go around, that was for sure, but the sultry mix of spectacled librarian and naughty warrior woman struck a chord with the nearby patrons. A rowdy bunch, thirsting for battle, and perhaps a little more, made sure to give her a few catcalls going by.Outside the tavern, life went on for the villagers. Some players were doing a little shopping before their start, and others were off to the side, switching a few pieces of armor, weapons, and the like. Some players had come onto the scene with a certain amount of prestige, and Callie was one of them. She'd already had a small group of fans in the crowd, and their boasts, unseen by Callie, drew more spectators to her to see what all the fuss was about. Some merely put her on their short list of possible subscriptions, while others were drawn into the curves she sported. More than a few joked about the prospects of "little girls with large swords", but they'd added them to their list. A very small percentage of that group saw enough that they knew that they wanted to follow her until the end. Those people changed their subscription levels to official VIP status. And those were the moments that made sending her the VR rig worthwhile in the first place.As she made her way to the village's arch, a bulletin board stood off to the side. Notices of all types shifted gently in a passing breeze that felt good on her skin. They were bordered by traditional green, yellow, and red colors to note their difficulty. In need of a side mission to gain experience? Green missions are for you. Most normal missions are in yellow, until you get far enough along, but the Red are recommended for groups that are sufficiently leveled up. With the village in the very start of the game, there was only one red mission.Do you:A. Don't bother with the bulletin board and continue to the arch to start your journey?B. Stop at the bulletin board and review it for missions or ideas?If option B is chosen, roll 1 d20 to scan the board (Target is 15 or lower) B. Stop at the bulletin board and review it for missions or ideas.And off she went. Lucille didn't spare the Innkeeper a glance - He, and most of the NPCs, were basically animatronics...Placeholders, to add a little rustic flavor to the game! The *click* of her metal-shod heels heralded her arrival - She'd spent all of her starting funds on a good sword, something tailored to her character, and that outfit, too...-Because, after all, the world was watching."Hmmmm~" Her slim fingers cupped her chin, amber eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly as her hand came to rest on the curve of her hip; Leaning forward, ever-so-slightly, the hem of her pleated skirt fluttering in the breeze...Probably to her audience's delight. Part of her ached to just pass through the arch, to get *started*...But running off without a destination in mind wasn't remotely optimal.Instead - Why not find a Quest? A soft, thoughtful sound thrummed from Lucille's full lips, just a little affected, as she ran a slim finger down across the various notices...Reviewing it for something she could *do*, something that'd give her a lead over the others! She wouldn't mind if she got in a little over her head...For the sake of establishing an early lead, it was worth the risk!More than that - the luscious swordswoman had to wonder *exactly* what she might be up against. This was a good way as any to find out!Die RollRoll(1d20)+0:7,+0Total:7 The fans watched in agony as the wind sent the pleated skirt softly fluttering to reveal small glimpses of Lucille's packed derriere. Premium members were already busy stroking themselves as they got the panty-view that could only be unlocked at their level. No doubt they were zoomed enough to feel that they could smell her, and the idea of being so dizzyingly close only served to help send them salivating towards their credit buttons, but some relented. It was one thing to put their money down for the joy of watching even just this much of entertainment, but they would wait for the real show to begin before shooting their wads. As she searched through the entries on the board, Callie's roll made two entries sprout up amongst the group. Had they been there all along, or did they just materialize before he eyes? There was no way to know. A village in need, with potions and credits for services! Are you an adventurer or adventurers in need of resources to start? We are in need of someone like you to rid our village of a pack of Kobolds that grow larger in number, and bolder by the month. They have grown beyond our ability to defeat, and our wizard's spells of protection will not last for long. Please come as fast as wings or legs can carry you!And Escort Needed. Must bring own weapons Important delivery needed at the last possible moment. Escort must assist driver in securing safe passage for the cargo one-way. One hundred gold pieces. 25% up front, with the remaining 75% upon delivery of the cargo to its rightful owner. No questions asked!The choice would be hers. Which was more important, which was the most possible at the time. Adventure awaited at either turn, but what else could lurk in the shadows, looming? Oh, and Callie was oh-so-conscious of *all* the people watching her...She could feel it like a palpable invisible pressure, all those gazes caressing her lovely PC's smooth, smooth skin - Tracing her full curves through hundreds of hungry screens-!And what it meant was...She was going to have to find something *interesting*. And soon. With the Prize at stake...The virtual vixen had *every* intention of obliging. She held her pose, her gaze flitting over the options available - The two likely choices hovering before her.Kobolds, or escort? Both seemed *very* enticing, but..."An escort, you say?" she mused aloud - Full lips curving in a smile, as she adjusted those prim little spectacles! With an easy grace, she drew herself to her full height...Lucille's slender but strong arms crossing behind her head as shes-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d, her tight leather costume creaking in time to the motion - A little moan pulsing from her silky throat, a husky giggle thrumming from the very core of her being. Time to get right into character..."-A hundred gold up front, hmmm~? *That* sounds like a good deal," Lucille breathed - A hand perched on her curvy hip, as she indicated "ACCEPT!". As the information filtered onto her log, she'd head towards the new location on her minimap...No time like the present, after all! Her greatsword rode high on her back, as she made her way towards the driver she was supposed to meet - A chance to cover ground *and* get a reward. *That* should give her the head start she was hoping for... Flashes of gaming sequences cycled through for spectators to view, and each had their reasons for picking their champions. There was no secret that the way to any spectator's heart was through the fulfillment of their most base desires. Those who did away with their enemies in particularly vicious ways, others who lied and cheated others out of valuable resources were just a few ways that the good people at home enjoyed themselves during their off-work and dinner times. Others still celebrated the body in all its decadent glory. One player seemed to be pulling in his share of lonely housewives of the filthy rich one punishing thrust at a time. With each enticing cry of his victim, the credits would come pouring in, as if they wanted a chance to experience the same for the briefest of moments.Had they sent a helmet to anyone in that demographic? They had to, right? For all they knew, the spectators were choosing to be the victims for the pure thrill of it. None of The Collective cared how people got off, as long as they were getting their percentage. They were already handshakes being shared and champagne uncorked. The new endeavor was going to make them a lot of money. Callie, as it turned out, was going to get a taste of that success herself. Something in the ether popped, even as the leather straps holding her outfit together held firm. The luscious flow of restricted breasts against the leather seemed to elicit quiet the collective moan from the spectators watching her. They would not have known this, of course, but all the readings from the helmets were showing a big spike in satisfaction. Apparently, this girl knew how to build a crowd up!After accepting the escort mission, the bulletin vanished and appeared at the top of her mission list. There it would be kept until the mission was fulfilled or disregarded. A disregard resulted in XP loss and possibly an item, based on severity of the disregard. As she approached the arch, it would open up her destination for her to see. It was actually a depot just outside of the village, close to a flowing river for any deliveries needed to run that route. A wagon with a large cabin and six horses waited, led by a figure wrapped in a heavy cloak, despite the warmth outside. It would appear as though they were dressed for colder weather, though the current temperature felt comfortable. The cabin was shaded, and if she went for the door, the stage coach lead would gruffly say"We don't open the cabin. The cabin does not need to be opened to be escorted..."She'll see a pouch beside them if she were to climb to the seat. It contained the 25 gold pieces for the down payment and a note: Welcome Adventurer!The contents in the cabin are very dear to me, and I have placed my faith in your ability to get them to me unmolested. The acquisition of the 25 gold pieces binds us both to a contract. Payment in full will be supplied upon delivery of the cabin. Please do not look into the cabin, as that will void the contract.If she were to take the gold, then the job would start immediately, and they'd be on their way! The pouch clinked, as Lucille tossed it in her hand, weighing it...But her attention was drawn to the wagon, first and foremost - Arching a slim eyebrow at the sight of the cabin! "My...What *could* be in there?" she murmured, almost to herself...Before settling herself into the seat, leaning back to make herself comfortable!It'd be a terrible shame to void the contract...But she couldn't help but be curious. Well, she'd have plenty of time to think about it-!Callie was oh-so-aware that trips like these were *never* uneventful - They wouldn't have hired her, otherwise! - which was why despite her apparent relaxation, the luscious maid-swordwoman deftly plucked a whetstone from her pouch...Sharpening her great sword, with long, careful strokes-! Her green tresses caressed her cheeks, her expression oh-so-prim - In this brief downtime, there wasn't much to fire the imagination...Except for the long, lingering shots of her luscious form bent over her weapon, the hilt nestled between her full breasts as she went to work!"Any time now..." Lucille purred, low and husky - Clearly, she was expecting trouble. And just as clearly...It seemed like she was rather looking forward to it-!It was part of her strategy to keep the audience entertained...Though she was hoping for some excitement on *this* trip, too! In fact, she was counting on it - She had a feeling things wouldn't stay tranquil for long! The database of players stats and positions flowed at a furious rate. Teams were working in shifts just to make sure that the event went through without a hitch, often hammering out code on the fly to patch things in fluidly. One sure team was dedicated solely to net traffic, and they reported the amount of traffic used for players. Their reports showed how player popularity developed, and what factors were involved. Based on that, they began to have a better understanding of just who might attract more looks, and therefore moved those players within the cycle. It was all meant to force people into spending more, since the cycle of player views would show them the creme de la creme of the current gaming environment. Callie found herself a qualifier on that list, though she'd have no way of knowing that yet.In the game, the wagon creaked as it moved along the road. It's gentle bucking seemed to add a generous jiggle to Callie's restricted breasts, which when combined with the position of the hilt of her sword, made for very fine entertainment indeed. Spectators got to enjoy top down, and bottom up views of her weapon care display, no doubt reaching for the own hilts in the process. The time proceeded as peacefully as a wagon ride along the travelled path could be, until hooves were heard to both sides of the wagon, along with urges from the riders to spurn the horses faster. It would appear as though the moment she was waiting for had finally arrived!Out of the woodlands came five men on horseback. The archer stayed behind the wagon, while enemies 1 through 4 aligned to the sides. E1 and E2 on the left, one after the other, and E3 and E4 were on the right in the same formation. E1 and E3 were engaging the driver and Callie. The driver happened to pull a crossbow, which surprised the man beside him, but the shot seemed to have gone wild, allowing E1 to counter with a swing of his sword, which narrowly missed the driver. E2 and E4 had managed to grab the side of the wagon, and were pulling themselves up to the top of it, and E3 managed to take a swing at Callie, his sword slashing at the woman's torso.Roll Result: Writersblockade rolled: 1d20Comment: Challenge roll highest roll wins. Callie has +1 advantageResult: 10,Total: 10 When she heard the thunder of hooves, a gasp pulsed from Lucille's lips - Her eyes narrowing! Just as she'd expected...The attack had come at last! She turned, as the wagon rumbled on...*Five* of them, and with an uncertain footing - Nothing she hadn't handled before! The luscious PC ducked, instinctively, as the first arrow whistled past her...But it'd come nowhere close, as the other four riders drew close to the carriage! The first rider swung, hard, his sword missing the driver - Even as the others latched onto the vehicle, pulling themselves onto it!Lucille's sword was in both hands - She parried, a brittle spray of sparks flying from her weapon! "Nnnngh~!" she hissed...Adrenaline singing through her veins - This was what she'd been waiting for!"You'll have to do better than *that*, handsome~!" she called - Bringing one stiletto-heeled boot up, and launching a kick directly at her attacker's torso! On this uncertain ground, stability was everything - If she could just *kick* him off, he'd be out of the fight! And *then* she'd be able to turn her attention to the other three...RollsChallenge:Roll(1d20)+1:12,+1Total:13Lucille's Attack:Roll(1d20)+1:14,+1Total:15 RollsRoll Result: E3 rolled: 1d20First Target Number: 15Comment: E3 dodge of attackResult: 11Roll Result: E3 rolled: 1d20First Target Number: 10Comment: E3 chance to stay on horseResult: 3The cloaked rider saw the boot coming for him too late. The stiletto heel crunched into him, but did him no real damage, due to his armor. What it did do was bring him totally and hilariously out of balance of his horse, and they both slide to the side, closer to the surrounding trees, until a branch with his name on it struck him off the horse as sure as if he'd been thrown by a lance. The wagon sped away, still in pursuit, less one pesky attacker. The other two on the side took a moment to see their comrade tumble into the brush before they finished their climb onto the top of the wagon. Once there, they both unsheathed their swords to square off against Callie."Don't stand in our way, wench! or you'll suffer the consequences!"The Archer tsked at the attacker's ridiculous display and rode to the side he'd vacated. With the other two on the wagon, he was looking for a better vantage to help overtake the buxom adventuress. Meanwhile, the attacker on the left was still looking to take out the driver.RollRoll Result: E1 rolled: 1d20First Target Number: 10Comment: E1 attack on driverResult: 6His swing went wild, the combination of horse riding and swordplay evidently too much for him. The driver wrapped the reins around his free arm, and seemed to lash out quickly with an metallic slice, though he too was unsuccessful. The only thing that mattered at that moment, was that there was one less enemy for Callie to worry about at the moment. What would she do? Would she give into the numbers against her, or test the might of her sword against her attackers!?***Should Callie attack only one, she will have her +1 for the single roll. Should she attempt to strike both, she will loose the +1. No target. Attacks and counters are higher number wins*** One down - Four more to go! Her emerald hair framing her lovely features, Lucille planted her feet - Arching a slim eyebrow, as her attacks closed in from both sides. Her hands tightened around her sword's hilt, waiting in the attitude of a baseball player..."Oh-ho~?" she purred, her full lips curving in a wicked smile. "-I'm rather looking forward to it!"Below, as the wagon swayed perilously beneath her, the driver had his hands full...And the archer was closing in! If she was going to deal with her attackers, it'd have to be now! She flicked a glance to the side - a feint, to distract them - before her long, long legs carried her forward, her sword blurring across in a great arc! Surprise would be her main advantage...That, and the longer, heavier sword she carried, more than a match for their side-swords! The weapon's razor edge hissed as it carved the air, moving with surpassing speed as Lucilleswung...It didn't matter if she hit them or not - As long as she drove them back! Because as they all knew, a step back would mean a sharp drop and a sudden stop...Which was exactly what Lucille was counting on! The lovely green-nette let out a battle-cry as she attacked, hacking with her blade...She'd do her best to take on both at once, end this with a single stroke!RollsAttacking both opponents.Roll(1d20)+0:12,+0Total:12Roll(1d20)+0:18,+0Total:18 They didn't know what hit them. As the sword swung in an arc meant to either go through them, or simply back them off, they decided that the head-on approach would work best. They only saw the soft curves of the defending Callie, and only when they were brushed off the wagon with authority did they understand that there was steel underneath her luscious jiggle. The crowd in their homes loved it, and as an effort to rile them up more, replays of the move in multiple angles went up before showing the fate of those unlucky enough to face her. Not many could forget the press of her breasts against the leather straps as the two handed sword was swung. It was poetry, a strange and powerful mix of erotic badassery!And they loved it. Subscriptions didn't lie.The men had tried to block the blow, but were thrown clear of the wagon, and even over the archer, before they smashed into the trees. There was a collective tone of "Ooos" from multiple homes all over the world as the wagon left them behind. The Soldier attacking the driver saw this, as did the archer, and peeled off. Before retreating into the trees, the archer fired a single arrow into the air that set off a strange colored smoke. What that could mean was anyone's guess, but for now the wagon was secured and still en route to its destination. Credits for defeating the attackers would be already deposited into Lucille's account, along with a few other goodies from admiring fans, but gameplay did not allow for credit and item checks until after completion of a mission, or during a visit to an arch-equipped village or city.The driver, still cloaked and bundled themselves, gave Callie a small nod, before returning to driving the horses forward. It would be some time before they came across the reason for the last arrow. A group many times the size as her attackers had positioned themselves on the road. bowman and a few crossbows were aimed at them with the obvious attempt at stopping them. A rather dashing man on horseback sat proud and stared sternly at the wagon that evaded what she have been an easy mark. The soldier and archer left had ridden their horses hard to the rendezvous point and made their report. News of a rather fetching, yet dangerous traveler had reached the rider, and he was intrigued enough to come out himself. If she were even half as good as they said she was, he'd spare the surviving men. If not, well...there were always those willing to fight for the right amount of gold.The driver slowed, unable to turn, due to the wagon's size. Their shoulders seemed to slump, as if they knew what was to come, and had not one bit of love for it. The Dashing Rider only raised his hand and smiled"You're in possession of something I need, m'lady. I must ask, with some degree of insistence, that you give me what I want. I'll even allow you and the driver to live. You have the count of 10 to comply."And when he lowered his hand, one of the men began the count. The Rider stared into Callie's eyes, waiting...watching...intrigued to know just what she'd attempt. I see if the reports of her fire were as truthful as her beauty. Two down, in as many blows - Lucille adjusted the arc of her swing, and caught the second one on the backstroke...And then both of them were tumbling away, the luscious swordswoman standing victorious...-But only for a moment!Her eyes narrowed, a soft hiss teased from her silky throat as the arrow erupted into a plume of swirling smoke. "Not good," Lucille murmured, reaching up to adjust her prim spectacles...The wagon rumbling on beneath her, apparently unmolested! She couldn't help but notice that the archer was gone, too...Though she didn't think he'd retreat that early.He was going for reinforcements, then. She'd be proven right shortly afterward, confronted by a firing line of crossbows and bows...A sigh coaxed from the very core of her being! "Just great," she said, slim shoulders lifting in a shrug - Heavy sword still clasped in her hands! "I *knew* it wouldn't be quite so easy..."Drawing herself to her full height, the voluptuous virtual vixen sighed - A hand perched on her curvy hip, a soft chuckle teased from her silky throat...Her gaze drawn to their apparent leader! This certainly *looked* like a tight spot...But she couldn't help but hope that the camera was gettin her good angle, as she arched a slim eyebrow..."-Why not come and get it yourself, handsome~?" she inquired - that husky lilt to her sweet voice, leaning forward ever-so-slightly...Her costume creaking from the effort of holding her incredible curves in check. "If you can beat me...I'll be glad to hand it over. If not - It'd *cost* you."The trees on either side weren't *that* closely packed...Callie had no illusions that a careening wagon could possibly survive for too long, if they went off-road! But that wouldn't serve the Rider's purposes, would it?Her amber eyes sparkled, bright with mischief - Full lips curving in a challenging smile!"Unless - You don't think you can beat me?" The Handsome Rider regarded the brash adventuress with all the smugness offered a person in power. She was a vision, to be sure, but he wouldn't bother trying to prove a point by himself, when he had oh-so-many points already pointed at her. Had it not been made abundantly clear, he would have stated just that, but he was in a rather sporting mood at the moment, and seeing as how she was strong enough to dispatch his attackers on the wagon, he supposed he could humor her for the moment. Of course, it wouldn't do to have him off his horse for such a trivial reason. Such a man would find himself the loser of any battle where he prepared himself for any ole upstart who felt they had a shot at the Prince of Thieves.No, if she wanted to cut her teeth on battle, then give her some meat to work with, and see if she choked on it."Wake Dagaro up"he seemed to say to everyone and no one. It didn't matter, the one who did the waking rushed off to kick at something solid on the ground "Dagaro...! Dagaro! Wake up, ya damn dunce! You've got a playmate!" could be heard before a groaning could be heard and a stirring amongst the other men in the area "Dagaro gets to play?" Came a heavy bass filled voice, before the man roused and stood up. He was large...a little too large to have gone unnoticed, but his lying down was the biggest reason for that. The bastard sword he picked up was the very definition of blunt force trauma. Truthfully, it was only sharpened enough to take the nicks off the edge, since it didn't matter much if it was sharp enough to cut in earnest.He stood tall enough so that he was face to face with the rider while he was on horseback. His face dull and ugly, and patches of hair missing from his head. He pointed the large sword towards Callie and turned to the rider"Dagaro gets to play with her...!?"He asked incredulously, as if he couldn't believe his luck. The arm holding the sword showed no strain when he extended it in her direction. The bulk he possessed wasn't the defined chisel of a would-be hero, but a tense solid build from simple work that build power in abundance. What might have made things more frightening than usual, was the fact that all that strength was given to someone very simple and one-tracked. The rider knew that Dagaro, like all good tools, simply needed to be pointed in the right direction."She's all yours..."was the rider's smooth reply, as if bestowing a gift to the man-child before him.Dagaro nodded and turned to look in Callie's direction"Time for smashing!"be said with a kind of glee, before walking towards the wagon... Dagaro?What could possibly be...?A soft gasp teased from Lucille's lips - Her eyes widening behind her glasses, as she stiffened...Her "Oh, my~" coaxed from her silky throat, the emerald-haired vixen's gaze lingering on the man-mountain that loomed before her! Now, this could be a problem...Her gaze sliding over his bulk, and then going to the equally huge sword he held! From the looks of it, it was nicked and pitted from a thousand butcherings...And while her opponent might be charitably be described as 'slow', he didn't need to be smart to cut her in half-!The virtual vixen's slim fingers tightened around the grip of her own sword...She *was* pretty strong, but she didn't want to pit her own greatsword against the monster her opponent was wielding! Maybe she wasn't stronger than him...-But she was pretty sure she was *smarter*.Lucille drew a deep, steeling breath - Her curvy hips rolling, as she sauntered forward s-l-o-w-l-y...Seemingly without a care in the world, despite her huge enemy - And the countless arrows pointed at her! Virtual game or not, she'd never fought someone like that before...But then again, her opponent had never run into someone like *her*-!"That's right, big boy~" she purred, in that low, husky lilt of hers - Arching a slim eyebrow, as she leaned forward ever-so-slightly...Those luscious breasts straining against the leather lattice that secured her tight, tight bodice-"...You get to play with *me*."Oh, she was going to have to be *very* careful - One direct hit would probably cut her in half! But if she could keep him distracted...Maybe she'd have a chance! Lucille's slim fingers traced up her smooth flanks, as she favored Dagaro with a slow wink -"Let's have some *fun*." Dagaro watched Callie step down from the wagon and shifted the monstrosity that was his sword to his shoulder. It was difficult to not notice the jiggle of her decent, even while her breasts were held by the bodice, and to say that it attracted his eye would be putting it mildly. Already towering over her, his vantage point offered him the finest of views as she sauntered over to him. The grip on his hilt tightened, not trusting her for one moment. She was like all the others who stood before him. Planning...searching...then it became bargaining, and weeping. He had no mercy for any of them. Had no concept of the very idea. They were all toys, just some were more breakable than others.This one looked like she could take a pounding.Just from the very thought of it, he could feel his cock thicken and pulse gently. It's been so long since he'd been given a woman to play with, and he found himself eager to fight just for the chance to get his hands on her. When she'd leaned over to give him even more of an eyeful, it took everything in him to resist losing himself to the urges his already weak mind drove him towards. The only thing that stooped him was the pain he'd eventually feel if he disappointed the rider. He wanted to make him proud, so he could be rewarded! Maybe if he only crushed her a little, he could have her until she finally broke! This thought made a childlike smile appear on the man's face, as if this was the greatest notion ever.And then the sword was in movement. It wasn't at his full speed, because he never got a chance to fight until they took on stronger foes, or if the rower felt like feeding him a lamb to the slaughter. He wanted to savor it...revel in it, see just how strong she was worth that pretty little sword in her hands. The swing narrowly missed the rider, who hadn't even bothered to move as the swing made the locks of his hair sway, as if from a gentle breeze. The childlike smile turned more feral as the sword moved. Battle! Sword-clashing, scream-inducing battle! It made Dagaro's blood boil, and balls ache for release. He would have her...weaken her, defeat her, then take her greedily!The rider motioned to the archers to secure the wagon, and turned to face the contest. His horse gave a snort of protest before it adjusted herself at the urgings of her master. The other men were seeking better views to take in the battle, just as interested in the fight, as much as the movements of the woman fighting. This was also true from the spectators, who cheered and texted crazily amongst each other as the battle began. Bets were placed on the side as things began, and we're subsequently stopped at Dagaro's sword swing, all courtesy of the mini game available for the upper echelon spectators. The way the credits are building, this was sure to be an interesting event. Oh, this was going to be the highlight of the game so far...For Callie's countless fans, and the perverts all betting on whether she'd win - Or if she'd be taken down! And Callie intended to make *sure* they got their money's worth...Not that she might have a choice, considering what she was up against!As Dagaro lumbered towards the sultry vixen, she fought down her *gasp* as that great sword swung at her - Whistling as it carved the air! The voluptuous beauty sprang back, her own blade at the ready...The wind of it's passage rustling her emerald tresses, her amber eyes narrowing behind her prim glasses!Big meant stupid - But it also meant strong, and with a *lot* of stamina to boot! Callie's lissome PC was strong, too...But she couldn't hope to take on someone like *that* head-on and win~! Her heeled boots skidded against the ground underfoot, her long, lovely legs splaying to keep her balance...Full breasts heaving against the tight leather straps that held them in place-!"Not bad, handsome~" she offered, with a wink - Even as they began to circle! For a moment, she wished for a rapier, or an estoc...A faster, lighter weapon! But something like that could never have stood up to Dagaro's great sword...And from the tiny chimes she could hear, the money was justpilingup. Oh, she had to win this...Though part of her couldn't help but wonder - Would she make even more if she *lost*~?Another swing, another dodge - She'd have to change tactics...She couldn't hope to defeat this man-mountain in one mighty swing, the way she'd dealt with the bandits - She had to wear him down, until she could land a finishing blow. But until then, any opportunity was a good one-!Lucille let her tongue curve over her full, pouting lips - Let her gaze slide, oh-so-deliberately, up and over Dagoro's form...All the better to keep him distracted! And then, in that flicker of distraction, Lucille darted to his left...Except it was a feint, as her own sword carved through the air, a slicing stroke of her own!How much HP does he *have*~? The blade slid across her, but made no contact. She'd moved at the last moment, which pleased Dagaro greatly. She'd notice that while he swung the sword with quite a bit of force behind it, he was still able to stop its momentum. A player of her caliber would know that it came down to him having a ridiculous amount of strength, which would only mean that he'd have just as much of a ridiculous amount of HP, even unassisted. While Dagaro was slow, there was no doubt that what little intelligence he did possess, was spent on how to fight. His bicep and forearm tensed as the sword was backhanded in the other direction, but she dodged yet again. It was quite impressive for one so curvy to be so nimble.It only served to arouse him more.Seemingly unafraid, she circled Dagaro, going so far as to even taunt him. Handsome? Dagaro knew how women looked at him. His size, his bestial aura and simple mind. He knew that the rider had to keep him away from the tavern whores, because the last one they'd given him hadn't faired so well. While he could not recite poetry or tell great historic tales from memory, Dagaro knew the pain of being exactly the opposite of what she called him. This made him angry. She wasn't to know that while her efforts to entice were not lost on the men around her, they only served to fan the flames of Dagaro's hatred. To him, it seemed that he would get his hands on a tavern whore who deserved what she got.Dagaro watched her. Nimble, yes, oh so nimble, but even Dagaro knew the only way for her to win was to get closer than he needed to be. The feint was too far away for him to take seriously, so when she swung, he jammed his sword down into the dirt. The clang of the two swords colliding was the stuff of stories told to children of monsters and heroes, but the monster was driving a boot towards the adventuress. Another thing that Dagaro knew was that he didn't need a sword to finish most people off. It just made things easier sometimes, when he didn't feel like playing with whoever the rider gave him. Lucille parried - Sparks flying, her blade groaning, her slender but strong arms bowing at the impact...She couldn't - hold -There. An opening! As she reeled back from the blow, the luscious swordswoman rotated - Turning her stumble into a spin, her sword arching across in a two-handed stroke. Her blade carved through the air, right towards the giant's side...-And then he slammed his sword into the ground, and her weaponclangedfrom the anchored blade! The gorgeous green-nette's taut gasp thrummed in the air - Her amber eyes going wide, her weapon nearly jarred from her hands...Slim shoulders tensing with shock - He wasn't supposed to be able to do...Too late, she saw the boot. Twisted-It caught Lucille in the ribs. Her HP bar blurred, shading from healthy green to yellow as it shrank...But the impact flung her from her feet, her HUD juddering at the blow, Stamina denuding to nearly nothing! She hit the ground, and rolled and rolled androlled- Momentarily stunned, a timer counting down from three as she tried to get her legs under her..."Oooofff-" All the breath had rushed from her lungs, as she sprawled - Dazed, shaking her head to clear it...Fighting to stand! Somehow, somehow, she'd managed to keep hold of her sword, the blade dragging a deep furrow in the ground - If only she could get to her feet before Dagaro closed in...! The connection and subsequent result of Dagaro's kick was like music to his ears. The rush of air flowing outward, the feminine grunt of pain as the body was pushed out...it was like a tune from a ballad that had reached its crescendo, and hovered as if building suspense before the ending that was bound to come. The sword was pulled from the earth and settled on the mountain's shoulder. While his slow steps towards her did not male the earth under her tremble, it had made the men watching the fight grow silent enough to hear the crush of dirt underfoot. He'd stared as she struggled. His little plaything seemed all tired out! That she was even alive filed Dagaro with a strange sort of wonder. Whoever she was, she was from sound and mighty heritage!"Dagaro will take this one...she will give Dagaro strong sons!"He'd said it with every bit of confidence, because how could a woman take such a blow, and still fight to stand, not capable of producing sons? Even to one such as he, the connection was simple. He reached down to grab her by the hair, as if she were some caveman's possession, which at this time seemed about as close to the truth as possible.Summary: At 2016-05-17 20:50:42, Dagaro Reach (uid: 15940) rolls: 1d20 Result: 10 ( Result: Dagaro Reach rolled: 1d20Comment: Dagaro reach to grapple - challenge roll. Callie at minus 4 to resist or dodgeResult: 10,Total: 10The spectators at home cheered for her to get up. Some, with more menacing minds hoped for the worst. All waited and watched to see what she would do to get herself out of her current jam! Three - Two - One...Life returned to Lucille's limbs - A gasp pulsing from her lips, full chest heaving with ragged breaths as her Stamina bar began to climb back to blue! She could move again...And just in time, with Dagoro's huge hand reaching for her, to haul her up by the hair-But she wasn't about to go down so easily-! The lissome beauty glanced up, at just the right moment...And she rolled aside, from his clumsy grasp-! Her coltish legs wound around his arm, her hands seizing his wrist-It'd worked in other games--And with a dancer's abrupt grace, Lucilleinverted~! A sharp hiss sawed from her silky throat, her stocking-sheathed legs uncoiling - Circling Dagoro's neck, as she locked his arm in place...Exerting pressure, as best she could! Now, this wasn't something that was in the context of the game...After all, she was *pretty* sure that no-one had ever seen an armbar before - Not *here*~!Her full breasts pressed up against that meaty arm, forcing it into a new angle - Her legs squeezing down, the cool breeze caressing her pleated skirt...Making the busty virtual vixen so very, very aware that countless viewers were getting a *good* look at her lacy black panties-! Her target was strong - But was he *this* strong~?Grapple Roll!Roll(1d20)-4:14,-4Total:10Roll(1d20)+0:8,+0Total:8 Dagaro could practically feel the soft hair between his fingers as he bent over to grab her. The men watching on the field, and the spectators tuning in (with a few more upgrades to view her specifically) remained in a near-death silence as they watched her struggle simply to breath...to stand...it appeared all but over for the heroine, until she rolled out of the way to leave him grasping at dirt and dried grass. Dagaro was too involved in the moment to understand that she wasn't in his grasp until it was too late. Then, in a move that sent shivers through the game-world, a player took the effort spent to cross terrains and genres by the game-developers to a whole new level. She sacrificed her appearance and her sword to obtain a victory through a disabling maneuver. That she was doing it at all was unheard of, that she was doing it to a man her size was ludicrous.The spectators were loving it, and the spike in bandwidth offered to Callie was proof of it. There, for all to see were the thick luscious legs of their heroine wrapped around his arm, while her stilettos dug into his body for purchase and leverage. upside down, her face was a mask of effort as she pulled, and once again her breasts pushed the leather straps to the point where the material groaned in protest. Dagaro, unused to either the maneuver or the pain that came with it, bellowed in angered pain. The men flinched at the sound, and even the rider seemed unlike his usual smug self. Whoever the woman was, she was every bit the wonder his men had painted her to be, if not more! With a few calming words, the rider steadied his horse and looked on.Panties fans rejoiced, breast fans gawked, and fight fans gave a universal "Ooooooh!" as the mountain was brought to his knee, a sheen of sweat now glistening on his forehead. He was obviously struggling, when another wrench from the heroine made him bellow yet again! Dagaro was in the toughest spot he's ever been. Foes that have tried to pierce him had seen their swords fail and their tactics made useless. He found himself at a loss as to what to do while being brought so low, yet he could not give up. The single-mindedness of his endeavor left little room for the understanding of 'quit'. He screamed out, yet not in pain, almost as if exerting his will on his own body, and slowly...ever so slowly, Dagaro struggled to his feet.Dagaro's Strength Break Roll Result: Dagaro Counter rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the totalFirst Target Number: 8Comment: Strength break challenge roll. +2 advantageResult: 7, For: 0, Total: 2 *I know what I did wrong on the roller. Because the 7 didn't reach 8, it made it a 0, but the total should be 9*He stood fully with a mighty effort, and with her on his arm still pulling, hoping to get the last bit of resistance out of him and bring him back down to where she could hold dominion over him. Unable to use his size on the ground, she could easily have made short work of him, but the very ground she tried so hard to bring him to, would now be used as a weapon against her. Using his other arm to support, his whole body tensed to bring her and the arm up, before using her body as a cushion to drive his fist into once they made contact with the ground. Mouths opened in amazement at the spectacle before them. Reports the game over were interrupted to show earlier segments of the fight leading to where they currently were. How she would fair after such a move was beyond the crowd's knowledge. All they could do was sit in amazement as it all played out. Got him-Lucille's gasp pulsed from her lips, as she wrenched at the man-mountain's arm - Tiny flashes of light flickering at the corner of her vision, an indicator of the effort she was exerting! His bellow rang in her ears, gave her heart - This was the first time she'd heard her enemy respond to her attacks...The virtual vixen was *pretty* sure that they didn't know anything about joint-locks or takedowns...She'd wrested him to his knees, with a brutal *jerk* - Her lissome legs straining, luscious form drawn taut - and *then* the ground dropped out from under her, as the big brute *lifted* Lucille into the air!That's not-she had time to think, as her *entire* form was lifted from the ground...One-handed, not daring to let go, each impossible second creeping past...How's he-Too late, the emerald-haired beauty uncoiled - If she could just reach her sword...-But *then* her entire body was spiked into the ground, hard, like a nail being driven into the earth! Lucille's curvy form made the perfect cushion, as she slammed down to the packed ground - Her limbs jarred free at last, a "Whuffffff~!!!" wrenched from her silky throat as she convulsed...Her breath wrenched from her lungs! Stunned, she went limp - Her grapple effort had reduced her Stamina to nearly nothing, and she'd been downed once...But if she could just stagger to her feet...Except the indicator on-screen wasn't a three-count. It was a ten-count."Oh, you have to be *kidding*-" she panted, her limbs unresponsive...Trying to roll over, to continue the fight - But dark spots billowed at the edges of her vision to simulate looming unconsciousness, making her oh-so-aware of how *thoroughly* she'd been outmatched! The lovely swordswoman's full chest rose and fell, rose and fell, trying to remember how to breathe...And completely helpless, as the numbers ticked down with painful slowness!Barring a miracle, she'd been bested-! Dagaro's slam created a muffled impact to the ground. As terrible as it all seemed the crowd, the rider, and the spectators looked on in silence as the fight played itself out. It was a struggle unlike and of the hack and slash they'd been used to. Hand to hand, in a contest of will and stamina. Through it all, something curious was happening. The long forgotten wagon remained where it was, but the driver had shifted position slightly. Unseen by anyone, a presence had watched from inside. It was excited...curious. That such a creature existed made their mouth water and loins ache, and it was all they could do to resist their natural urge to strike out, but it was not their time. If it was to claim her, it would have to be later...much later.Dagaro was heaving. He stared at the downed heroine in a sort of angered amazement. While his sword was heavy, it didn't squeeze and wretch his arm with abandon! This toy was difficult to work with, and he was already thinking that it would be better to just leave her and be done with the whole thing, but he'd leave empty-handed for all the trouble he'd been through. The rider would have all the fun without any of the pain! And she wasn't defeated yet...not the way he wanted her to be.Dagaro tries againoll Result: Dagaro Challenge rolled: 1d20First Target Number: 8Comment: Dagaro struggles to remain standing Result: 2, For: 0, Total: 0Somehow, when he tried to reach for her again, his vision blurred. He was disoriented...confused. Why did he feel so sluggish? Why did he feel so...When the mountain fell, it was in a heap and without warning. He did not have the benefit of a status HUD, and had never actually fought so hard, so fast against another person. He'd simply ran out of gas and couldn't handle the very new feeling. Victorious, yet too defeated to capitalize, he could only feel the last of his stamina leak away as he fellThe Fall of Dagaro Roll Result: Dagaro Challenge rolled: 1d20Comment: The fall of Dagaro. 1-10 away 11-20 on Callie Result: 7, Total: 7The thud from Dagaro was made looser from the silence of all involved. The hush almost dared someone, anyone to break it, but none dared. They could see the rise and fall of the large man's chest, so he was certainly not dead, but he also appeared to not be interested in moving for a while. Both of them on their backs, it was difficult to know just how this would turn out! She'd thought that she was finished...But fate had other plans!A soft gasp of surprise pealed from Callie's lips, when the big man crumpled to the ground - Even as Lucille's Stamina Bar blipped...Just a pixel, just enough, for her to sway to her feet-! Shakily, she drew herself up - Her hands closing on her sword's hilt, planting it in the ground as she pulled herself upright...The gorgeous green-nette's lovely features flushed, but defiant - Facing off against the riders!She planted a foot on Dagaro's chest - More to brace herself than in victory - her gaze sliding over the bows leveled at her...Drawing a deep breath, shaking her head - Her emerald tresses swaying against her cheeks! Amber eyes narrowed, as Lucille stared them down-"-I'll be leaving, now," she said - Her voice firm, a hand perched on her curvy hip...Her head held high, almost defiant!"Does anyone *else* want to try and stop me?" There was a collective hush as both the giant and fair adventuress remained on the ground. Then, with a series of twitches and sudden movement, Callie was up! She was obviously shaken in her stature, and every spectator saw how thin her stamina bar was. She won...barely, but she won. Credits shifted , cheers from those that won and those who lost were both heard in the virtual stadium meant to view whichever character was being followed. Those that had only seen her as walking virtual eye-candy were forced to see her in a different light. At least as a walking bit of virtual eye-candy with some feats of badassery stashed in that cleavage of hers! On the power of that fight along, she sky-rocketed past some of the more familiar faces that had played things safe. Maybe the quest was a marathon more than a sprint, but subscribers meant patrons, and patrons were what was going to place anyone in the running when the competition started dropping from lack of items and support.Seems like Callie, whether she meant to or not, was doing exactly what it took to win the real prize.The men in the field were shocked. Dagaro could only watch as she placed her foot on his chest. He was tapped, and unable to do anything more than breath. In his eyes were not hate, but more a sadness. The toy promised to him had played and played well. He lost, and therefore he lost the chance to play with her more. He could only wait for sleep to claim him, so that his body would slowly regain the power needed to move. The rider, while obviously disappointed in the outcome, looked no less smug."You have indeed fought well this day, but you are near the end of your power, and I still have the advantage. I see no real reason why I should let you leave with the wagon."He flipped his golden curls and smirked at the rest of his men"Alas, I believe that I would be a man without a group to call my own if I gave that order now, hmmmm?"he looked to the men around him, and when none could look him in the eye, he knew it to be true."So take the wagon, with my blessing. A warning, however. What you have guarded so valiantly will have very little care for it when darkness descends. I advise you to finish your business before then"He pointed to a group of men and had them bring a cart for Dagaro. Unlike the other carts pulled by horses, this one was pulled by healthy and strong-looking oxen. It would appear as though this was Dagaro's main means of transportation when not lying, literally, in wait. As the men struggled to get him into the cart, the rider regarded Callie silently, as if debating his options, then he reached into his cloak and tossed her a small parcel."Ride hard...you should take that before you do...just in case"With that, he and his men took their leave, off to the side and down whatever path led them back to their base of operations. If she were to open the parcel, she should see a clear bottle with green liquid surrounded by cloth to help keep it from breaking. The label had a fiery bird that seemed to emanate light. He HUD would classify it was Phoenix Blessing, a very rare item that regenerated both health and stamina to full capacity. She had a moment to wonder whether she'd be shot full of arrows - Before the rider gestured for the men to lower their bows! Lucille didn't *quite* sigh in relief, but it was a close thing; She was in no shape to fight off the entire group, not that she'd ever been! A slim eyebrow arched, her expression ever-so-slightly quizzical at the rider's words...Exactly what *was* inside the wagon~?Her gloved hand caught the parcel - "A gentleman indeed," Lucille purred...Favoring with with a fetching smile, canting her head to the side. "Perhaps we might meet again sometimes...Under better circumstances."As the hoofbeats faded into the distance, she mounted up on the wagon once more - A little gasp teased from her silky throat, at the sight of that precious bottle! Now, *that* was a prize worth keeping; It'd definently regenerate her stamina in an instant, but she preferred to save it for a *real* emergency...Though that might come sooner than she thought!Lucille's greatsword slid back into it's sheath, with a hiss of steel-on-leather - the blade resting across her lap, the voluptuous green-nette leaning forward towards the driver! "Let's go," she ordered - "We still have a long way to go before nightfall."Despite her victory, her expression was ever-so-slightly troubled...She had a distinct feeling that she hadn't been told the *whole* truth about what she was guarding! At any rate - It was time to race the setting sun. If she didn't make...Well, she'd deal with *that* when she got there...-And the anticipatory little shiver in the pit of her flat belly told her...She might not mind either way! The wagon was certainly not going to make its destination before nightfall. The delay cost them precious time, and the horses were unable to make up the ground needed to get back on track without risking their health and therefore making their situation worse. The day was slowly edging towards twilight, and the adventuress could practically hear the smug 'you'll see' tone from the rider as his group departed. The directions specifically state that she was not to look into the coach, and that she was to have the delivery to the appointed location by nightfall. There were no other instructions as to contingencies if things were to go wrong, but then, she was hired to prevent things from going wrong, wasn't she?The wagon driver seemed to be getting more comfortable as the right went on. It appeared as though the fact that it was starting to get dark gave them very little concern. Maybe the driver wasn't told what the cargo was either. There was no real way to tell, since they didn't seem all that talkative. It wasn't until the crickets started chirping that the first bump could be heard from the coach itself. While the bumps progressed, one after another, it was never in the same spot, and it wasn't exactly rhythmic. It was the bumps of something looking for a weak point in the thing carrying them. The sound of an area getting a solid hit, then a pause, then another solid hit elsewhere. The bumps themselves seemed to get stronger as well as the sun set.One thing was for certain. Whatever was in there was looking to get out. There was a chance that the wagon could hold until they got to their destination, but there was also a chance that things could manage to go south for the woman that has fought so hard to keep the mission moving forward! "...What *is* in there?"Before, Callie had thought that the highwayman had been bluffing - After all, she was fairly certain that whatever she was transporting...It was rare, valuable, sensitive - But not actively dangerous! But as twilight fell, she could hear strange sounds - Coming from within the cargo itself~! Whatever was inside was trying to get free-!Lucille's slim fingers rested on the hilt of her sword - Aware that they were chasing the sun, and that they weren't going to make it. But at this point, was there anything she could do but to order the driver to keep going? Soon, it'd be completely dark...And only a fool would travel in pitch-blackness!Some kind of nocturnal creature...she thought, her brow furrowing - Intrigued, despite herself. She couldn't help but wonder if it still counted as 'breaking her contract' if whatever was inside broke out...But there wasn't much she could do about *that*, could it?"Faster," she called, watching the horizon...It was going to be a close thing! When the sun dipped below the horizon, she'd *have* to make camp for the night - But Lucille had every intention of building the biggest fire she could find! Things that feared sunlight also feared flame...Right? And if the wagon's strange occupant knew there was a blaze outside, it might be less willing to try something funny...-But then again, Lucille was also curious. Very, very curious.Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if it *did* break free! The driver seemed to nod in agreement to Callie's urging of speed, but the horses could only do so much after their high speed chase. They eventually slowed as time dragged twilight into full blown darkness, which made the decision for her. Now stopped, Callie's in a time sensitive struggle to find wood to make into a serviceable fire. The bumps in the cabin have grown all the more insistent, and even more powerful. There appears to be chains also holding whatever was there within the cabin, judging by the sounds she could hear outside, but it was a toss-up at this point if they'd hold it long enough for her to do what needed to be done.The clearing they stopped in was fairly smooth, but practically devoid of whatever she could use for a fire. She'd have to go into the surrounding woods to grab enough to start the fire, then build it up from there, all while ignoring the banging from the cabin long enough to see the job done. A daunting task for someone still feeling the effects of her fight against Dagaro, but the ride has at least given her a chance to regain stamina. Health could be a potential issue depending on the manner of creature looking to rear its ugly head!The rumble inside...the chains moving slowly with the heavy clunk of metal as it dragged along the wood floor of the coach, then boom that jostled the structure and wheels alike. Time would go on once again. as whatever was inside continued to methodically search the coach for a weak spot. Eventually it would find it...how could it not? The odds alone were on its side, and it was as abundantly clear that it was not giving up. Time was of the essence! What's an adventuress to do!? Does She...A. Investigate the CoachorB. Attempt to find wood?Roll attempt to either look into the coach, or find suitable wood. Target for either is 10. Anything about is a success. "Damnit-"She was running out of time! Callie's delicious chest heaved, as she circled the clearing...Despite the trees on all sides, it was surprisingly hard to find firewood - She didn't have a hatchet, or anything other than basic camping gear...The detour had cost the virtual vixen a *lot*-!But even as she scrambled towards the vague bonfire she'd set, burdened by an armful of wood, she knew she was already too late. Whatever was within the the wagon...It wanted to come out."...What *is* that?" she breathed - Letting the paltry handful she'd found slip from her arms. Enough of that - She had a small fire, and that was the best she could manage! Carefully, she drew her sword, walking towards the wagon...Her expression oh-so-cautious, as if expecting something to spring out at her...Any moment now!But the luscious green-nette's expression was curious, behind her prim glasses...Pacing forward s-l-o-w-l-y, a slim eyebrow arched. "Who's there?" the virtual vixen called, her footfalls making no sound against the turf underfoot - Her lissome form silhouetted against the faint glow, free hand perched on her curvy hip-! Her voice was low, husky - And more than a little thoughtful. This was about to get interesting...Searching for firewood.Roll(1d20)+0:6,+0Total:6 The pounding had become almost rhythmic as the creature attempted to find a way out of the wagon. As she approached, she'd be able to see the rocking each thump had caused, though the wagon itself was holding firm. While the fire was low, it did afford her some light, and as if on cue, the driver appeared beside her with a torch. Their own gaze was away from it, but they held it to her in an effort to assist. Maybe the protocol of the game gave her a bonus towards her interactions with the driver, on account of her ability to handle herself. Maybe it was supposed to be that way all along. Either she could take it with her, or leave the driver to stand there as another light source...and bait. That would be up to her to decide.Either way, when the silhouetted adventuress called out a cautious challenge to what was in the wagon, the shaking stopped. The silence hung over the area like a shroud, and even the crickets knew better than to chirp at that moment. Suddenly, without warning, though not without speculation on Callie's part, one last pound resulted in a burst of sound that could only be described as the buckling of Coach itself. The structure seemed to groan as a means of support was suddenly taken away from it, and with a crash, the roof of the wagon came crashing down out of sight of her. The driver had taken an involuntary step back. While he was impressed with her skills earlier, whatever was in that wagon had the means to hurt whatever it felt was an enemy. Sometimes making oneself as small as possible was a good way to stay alive!When it broke from the shadow of the ruined wagon, the horses began to bolt, but the wagon was so damaged that it actually dragged, holding the horses in place after it dug itself enough into the earth. They were frantic, but the creature cared not for their pleading cries. Had the one he'd just managed to see from within the coach not appeared before him, he would have simply tore off one of their heads and dined right then and there. But she was capable...she could possibly stop him, so he much tend to her first.You were transporting what!? ( The troll still had its shackles on, but the supports for his chains...the things he'd been working on for that whole time, were broken and the chains were already in the trolls hands to be used as weapons against her. Black chains on a dark night, with not enough light to truly impede on his ability to see her clearly. The good news was that this was not a full grown cave troll, as those would be impossible to transport within a wagon. The bad was that the troll was in what would pass as that specie's young adulthood, and even as he stalked towards her, its erection left little to imagine as to what he wanted from her. Apparently, the chains were to either beat her into submission, or simply keep her from running away. Either would give him the result he craved. Lucille's slim fingers curled around the torch, holding the burning brand up high - Her full chest heaving as she took her first steps forward, her eyes narrowing...And then came the *crash*, as the roof of the wagon came flying off-! "Oh my God," she breathed, taking an instinctive step back - What the hell was that? The lovely green-nette strained to make out the shape within the wagon as the creature loomed before her..."-Is that a..." Lucille breathed, her eyes going so very, very wide...Her hand going to her mouth, full lips shaping an 'O' of surprise! A troll-? How had they managed to transport one like *this* that far - A young one, but still a rippling *hunk* of muscle-! Her breath caught...Her gaze tracking down, down - Lingering on the monster's straining erection, throbbing, pulsing, as it stomped towards her...As she stood her ground, it was all-too-clear that Lucille was facing an incredible opponent - that this was going to be one hell of a fight! Steel hissed on leather, as she drew her sword, the virtual vixen's gaze settling on the monster...-And then, unexpectedly, she planted her sword - Blade-first - into the soft ground! Her tongue curved over her lips, her breath coming faster, faster...A sensuous sway to her curvy hips, her heels making no sound at all against the ground as she sauntered forward - Strutted forward, really, her *tight* red leather costume molding to Lucille's luscious form as her green tresses swayed against her cheeks-!As if remembering, now, she glanced back at the driver - A gleam in her eyes!"Come back by morning," she breathed - And that was all the attention she spared him, her eyes settling on the monster before her...Walking right towards it! Dimly, Callie was very, very glad that she'd picked a STR and CON-based character, instead of a DEX-based one...A more fragile woman could *never* have survived what she was contemplating...Let alone enjoy it!"*Hello* there, handsome~" Lucille purred, low and husky - the provocative vixen leaning forward, bending from the waist - "...Let's have some *fun*, shall we~?" The troll was transported in an unconscious state with a very specific time allowance to be delivered. The rider, being a well-bred man of a now impoverished house, was taking it upon himself to intercept the delivery, only to be thwarted by the alluring adventuress. Unable to claim the prize as his own, he knew that he managed to delay her long enough to at least spoil the delivery. After all, if he couldn't have it, no one could! While his men were joking and eating around the campfire, he'd give the woman a thought, wondering if she managed to make it and beat the odds. Then he'd take a piece of the burnt, yet still savory bird he had on his shield. One way or another, he imagined he's find out.When her new dance partner showed itself, he roared in anticipation of battle. He'd know who she was. He managed to see her as he was beginning to come out of his stupor. She was some much different than what he'd seen, even amongst the soft skins. Strong...perhaps almost as strong as him! He hadn't grown to a mature troll, which made him perfect for transport, but he was old enough to smell her beyond the leathers and cloth she wore. To was that smell that enticed him when she'd inexplicably drove her sword into the ground and approached him unarmed...or well-armed...depending on who was watching at the time.To the driver, the whole thing reeked of lunacy. Come back in the morning!? To what? Scoop up her dead corpse? he scampered away without a word, but once he was out of immediate danger, he hid and watched. The woman had done well against that monster. Perhaps she would prevail here as well. To those watching, there was yet another collective pause as the spectators tried to ascertain her purpose. A trap, some had finally messaged. Obviously she meant to sucker the monster into vulnerable position, then end it quick. Others thought she was hiding an ability to battle without the huge sword she carried. She managed to wretch the mountain's arm nearly out its socket. Obviously she was terribly strong. A minority saw the stretch in her legs and the seduction in her walk, and hoped for darker things yet. Things they dared not post, but secretly hoped for with open zippers and prepared lubricants.In that moonlit patch, in the glow of the underdeveloped fire, the troll roared again and slammed it's chains down to the ground like whips. They created a thumping sound, that was accompanied by the metallic tinkle of the heavy links playing against each other as he drew them back. She would approach him unarmed? She thought him her equal!? The loincloth hung treacherously along his erection, hiding it from her, but clearly indicating what he would have in store for her from the sheer pop of its tent. The chain whips were merely for show. A young bull of a troll looking to establish dominance, and introduce himself properly to the one he would claim, and as they squared off, the glint in his eyes seemed to shrink as his eyes fell to slits while she spoke. Could he understand? Would it have mattered?He rushed her, his form still quick since he hadn't the mass to make even his lumbering a threat, but young trolls didn't become mature trolls by not knowing their way around a weapon. The chains were yank, then ripped towards the adventuress. He didn't know what she had in mind, but first he'd peel her from the shell she wore, kicking and screaming if need-be, then have his way with her. Whoever had tended to him had failed to milk him previously, which was short-sighted considering his pent up loins would only make him stronger. She would have someone to thank for the encounter, if she managed to live through it! As Lucille strutted forward, her breath came faster, faster - A hot shiver racing up her spine, a little gleam in her amber eyes...Tongue curving over her full, pouting lips, a husky "Yesss~" teased from the very core of her being! The troll swirled the chains...And lashed them out at her-!Lucille's lissome legs coiled beneath her, as she *sprang*. She flung herself forward, in thelongestimpromptu dive since...Well, *ever*-! The chains rattled as they unfurled overhead, whistling past with a wicked hiss...She scissoring her legs, to spring to her feet-And hurled herself at the troll~! The luscious virtual vixen *leapt* at her opponent, as if to grapple - Her slender but strong arms rising to circle the monster's neck, her legs vicing around it...But that meant her luscious form was *grinding* against the thing, hoping to overbalance him with her mere impact alone...-After all...She wanted to be on *top*~!"Hello, big boy~" Lucille husked - That hazy gleam to her eyes... "-You're up against *me* now!"Her hand reached down, for a better grip...Leather creaking, as she ground against her opponent - Her skirt riding up for a tempting glimpse of those lacy black panties - A slight arch to her back pressing those luscious breasts against the troll's chest-! Oh, this was getting perverted *really* quickly-! The chains came crashing down on her last location with yet another rattled thump. The satisfying sound of bones breaking and crying were to be denied him so early in their pairing, and he couldn't believe it when she actually moved to close the distance with him. No, not just close the distance! He would have still been trying to yank the heavy chains back when she body checked him with a force that sent him teetering back. He would have been able to stay upright, if he wasn't already caught in the backwards bend of the yank as she slammed into him. The collision between the two sounded like heavy sandbags dropped from a good height, and after a surprised huff of breath in something resembling a bark more than a roar, the troll came a tumbling down.The drivers eyes went wide at her boldness, the spectators cheered and marveled at their newfound goddess. The girl willing to take the battle to those others were run or strategize around. She was new. She was refreshing, and to the Collective, she was money in the bank. Calls were made, and her account was placed on the watch list. Whether she knew it or not, the move guaranteed her a rotating spot on their player streams, which would create more buzz for her and more spectator upgrades for them. Because those spots were limited, it was given to those who proved themselves a crowd pleasures as well as game advancers. Because, let's face it, winners don't just have to win. They have to look good doing it!They fell in a heap on the hard earth. He hadn't the angle to strike at her, so he held her closer, hugging her to him fiercely! He was going to squeeze until she stopped moving, then decide what to do with the rest of what was left. Thick bands of iron would press against her as he squeezed. She was, most definitely on top, but a proper hug from the beast should set things to rights for good, and all. But by the gods was she strong! While the beast was too new in that world to know even a hint of true defeat, he would have felt a slight pang of uncertainty while he had her. She knocked him down...She knocked HIM down! What was she made of? He would find out soon enough. All he had to do was squeeeeeeze. "Oooofff~!!!"The impact shrank Lucille's Stamina bar from green to yellow - But the luscious warrior-vixen was a lotdenserthan she looked...And despite being outmatched in size, she hit the troll head-on - Like a bullet! They slammed into each other, with a solid *thud*...The chains lashing to her side, missing by a mile - Her taut gasp thrumming from her silky throat, as they went down in the dust-!And *then* the troll's arms came up, circling her voluptuous form...Cinching down around her, squeezing, vicing against her ribs - Drawing a hiss from Lucille's silky throat, as she squirmed in place! She was almost straddling the troll, now - Her stocking-sheathed legs draped over the creature's leathery grey skin...And even though she was *really* strong for her size - She couldn't argue with the way it was *crushing* her...Except - Deliciously disheveled, panting, a flush to her cheeks! - Lucille had a good grip, too-!Her slim fingers were coiled around the troll's shaft...Her breath coming in heady gasps, a "Haaa, haaaa, haaaa~" sawing from her silky throat! Lucille's tongue darted over her full lips, a gleam in her amber eyes - "You've got me...But I've gotyou, big boy~" she purred, low and husky - One eye closing in a slow wink, behind the virtual vixen's glasses-!As if to punctuate her words, she gave the troll a little squeeze - Her nimble touch sliding up and down, up and down, s-l-o-w-l-y...Making the thick foreskin glide over the thicker meat below! "My - *Someone's* excitable," she cooed...Those curvy hips made to roll, a husky chuckle teased from the very core of her being - Her breasts heaving with more than the mere exertion of combat! The troll could feel her giving ever so slightly to the squeeze he'd placed on her. Soon, he'd be able to feel bones cracking under the pressure as she was pressed against his solid form. He couldn't see her, but he was already smiling in victory as he breathed in and doubled his efforts to turn her insides into malleable jelly. He hadn't realize his error until it was too late, though one could cut him some slack. How many people actually went for a hold on the troll's thick grey shaft? It would feel rough and uneven in her hands, as if it had a natural ribbing to it. Troll females were...notoriously as hard on the inside as they were out. It was like she were holding a warm slab of stone. A very literal take on the term 'rock hard'Until she gripped, the adventuress would have thought that was exactly what she was holding, but upon squeezing, it was proved to be false. His cock merely gave him the ability to...aggressively agitate upon entry, though that was for a female troll. What would happen to Lucille was anyone's guess, but suffice to say that every paying spectator's eyes were affixed to the action going on. Dinners were delayed. Meetings was rescheduled. One high ranking military official who shall remain nameless delayed the start of a wargame scenario just so they wouldn't miss what happened. Unfortunately, the troll could only bluster about as her hands achingly stroked him. It was as if there was an off switch that was turned off the hug he'd hand in place, only to have those same arms thud to the ground as his back arched.While he hadn't cum, her strokes did cause him to secrete something that seemed like precum, but in a much larger abundance. Were she to continue stroking through it all, the rock-like attributes of the meat in her hands would even out as its own lubricant was supplied. A dusty grey turned into something more vibrant...more alive, and even the foreskin moved easier, displaying a bulbous head throbbing and threatening to grown even more plump as time went on. The only sounds that came from the troll at that point were animalistic grunts of pleasure. Slowly but sure, the secretion was making its way down to the massive testicles connected, making them more pronounced against the small fire's light. The firelight flickered against Lucille's creamy skin - Callie's eyes widening, ever-so-slightly, as she felt the literally *rock-hard* shaft in her grasp! But only for a moment...Her lips forming a shapely 'O' as she felt it *soften* - Becoming moreyielding, somehow...Throbbing with every furious beat of the troll's heart! "Oh my God~!" she breathed, low and husky - A heady "Oh my~!" as those grasping hands fell away...Leaving the top-heavy green-nette straddling the creature, it's deep groan echoing in her ears-!She'd tamed the savage beast all right...But now it was *Lucille's* turn to get caught up in the moment, her luscious form rocking back and forth, a husky "Yesssss~" purring from the very core of her being - Admiring and disbelieving at once, her fingers twitching at the thick, musky precum dribbling over her digits, coating them in a glistening sheen! Consternation flickered across her deliciously prim, deliciously elegant features...Biting her lip, a sensuous shiver racing through her form, her breath coming faster and faster...Leather rasped on hide, as she slithered off the troll...Relinquishing her grip, for *just* a moment, as her hand went to her inventory screen! The air shimmered around her tight, tight costume...Lucille's tongue darting over her lips, in a slow, shivery curl-It would've been so easy to remove it - Just a flick of the wrist! - but Lucille's slim fingers went to the tight, tight lacings, undoing them...Leather creaking, a moan pulsing from her lips as she shuddered, deliciously...Her breasts freed from confinement at last! It was the moment they'd all been waiting for; How many people were *watching* her, right now? Ogling her as she knelt above the troll...?Her slim fingers rose, cupping her full breasts...From the way her nimble touch pressed divots into the plush orbs, they were so soft - Yet so firm - as she leaned forward, s-l-o-w-l-y, those softest pillows squeezing together around the troll's twitching cock-! "Nnnnn~" she panted - It was so *hot* between her breasts, her pillowy bosom pressing together - Forming a tight, tight tunnel, as Lucille eased herself forward a little more...-And then came theshlurrrrrpppp, the muffled "Mmmmmghhh~!!!" as her amber eyes widened, her glasses fogging up a little...As the first inch of the troll's cock pushed between her lips, and into her mouth-! Sweat beaded on her luscious form, an electric surge of pure sexual electricity racing through her - Those nipples stiffening, so *hard* - Hard enough to cut diamond, the virtual cameras recording every last moment for her fans...-shlucckkkkkkkk-Her head slid down just a bit more...Her cheeks dimpling, Lucille's heart-shaped ass swaying from side-to-side, her skirt riding up...Lissome legs pressed together, fighting down the wet heat soaking into her panties - the juicy, filthy sounds of her oral service echoing in the air...-As she began to *suck*. The troll's face was a hideous array of ecstasy as she helped his natural lube spread along his shaft. Originally, it was meant to make passage both for the troll and its make a lot smoother. One could only imagine the excruciating pain inherent in an act of breeding without the ability to do what the young bull of a troll was doing at that moment. As she rubbed, she would notice that it was in copious amounts, as it was originally meant to supply both he and his partner. After a near-death fight for supremacy, the male would hold down the still struggling female while engorged and freely leaking from its cock. The tip would be naturally lubed, and therefore easier to enter into her. The savage act of fucking would smear them both in it, and cause the female to be...much more compliant. Would such a thing work for a soft skin?The troll didn't know, but it was the first time he's ever been willfully taken, and while it screams against his very nature, the sheer pleasure of the experience leaves him with nothing but huffs of warm, moist air from its nostrils while she stroked and spread his natural lube. It was strange...he hadn't had any memory of having felt so full. His balls heavy as the cock twitched and danced to her ministrations. It struggled just to even look up, before its heavy head fell with a soft thud. What manner of trap was this!? The beast, even in its younger state, was a force to be reckoned with, so to be brought down so low would have been seen as the worst thing to witness. That such a notion meant very little to him in that moment could be quite understood.When she'd finally released him, the thick slab of muscle stood for the briefest of moments, before falling down like a felled tree. She stood over him, straddled. The soft skin seemed to make gestures in the air, before slowly unfastening herself before him. He knew now why the elder brothers sniffed the air with such concentration when a soft skin female was near, but he doubted even the elder brothers have ever beheld one such as she! He laid there, watching her silently...expectedly. Aggression in a soft skin female was a rare thing indeed. He would have his time. He would use the entirety of her body for his immediate pleasure, but...in just a little...he wanted to see what the soft skin had up her sleeve.Or, as it turned out, in her corset! After she'd unsecured the restrictive garment, her breasts seemed to burst forth, larger than even the corset could have hinted at. The bounce they had at the end made them jostle together slightly before coming to rest. His cock made an immediate and valid hop from the sudden rush of lust that coursed through him. By all the blood of the ancient ones, he'd use the chains he wore to hang her up in a cave until she gave out. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his meaty slab once again reached peak girth. The way she played with them...teased them in front of him. The plump look of her breasts made him feel like a young broodling, aching to nurse, and when she finally made her way down to hold him back up, the sudden enveloping warmth cause him to hoot roughly.It was madness! He was able to move his head enough to see what she was doing, using her breasts to massage more of the lube from him, it wouldn't take long to coat her breasts slick so that they glistened in the firelight. Once they did, she would be able to slam the heavy mounds with very little in the way of resistance, but what she had in store for him was something much more alien. There, with his thick grey cock towering against the cavern her breasts provided, she moved her head down the took the still leaking member in her mouth. There was little for the troll to do, but plow his fingers into the earth for purchase as his toes curled and back arched slightly. What...how...these would be the beginning of questions the troll would attempt to think, but utterly fail. He may have had thoughts of conquering the shapely soft skin, but it was clear that she was the one ruling him at the moment!Across the net, there were a chorus of unheard 'hnnngs!' as muted mics told the tale far more easily than sound ever could. Who knew how many would be sleeping soundly that night? The angles offered the premium members alone could have caused a mess without a person being touched. Surprisingly, there weren't many additions to the premium service. Quite frankly, most were too occupied to create the web traffic that would cause another surge in membership. Just as well, there was no need to be greedy. Considering their newfound star, she wasn't going to let a little thing like a marathon troll fuck session put her out for the count! Oooohhhgawd- This was so wrong...But so *hot*! She could *feel* the wet, slick heat of the troll's precum drooling over her breasts, coating them in a glistening sheen - That throbbing, pulsing hardness that strained between her tits, theschllllt-schlllt-schllltttrhythm echoing in her ears-! Just the *thought* of other people watching made dark spots dance in Lucille's field of vision, her big amber eyes looking up as she *sucked*...The tight, tight ring of her lips making wet, lewd sounds as her head began to bob, her glossy green tresses swaying against her cheeks!"Uck~"The filthy-hotshlooorrrrppppas that throbbing shaft sank into her tight, clasping throat...It made her body buck, made her tense from the effort of *taking* it - Her eyes going wide, a complex expression flitting across her lovely features...Her mouth sofullfrom the effort, a sensuous shiver racing through Lucille's voluptuous form! Her full-throated blowjob found a feverish rhythm, her throaty "Mmmmm, *nnnnnnn*~" shivery with effort, her tongue lathing over the thick sopping meat-!The taste exploded across her palate - Musky, salty, potent enough to make her head swim~! She was panting, now, beads of sweat glistening on the full globes of that luscious bosom...Oh-so-clearly relishing the *feel* of taking advantage of this powerful creature! But it was more than that - Even as her hot mouth slid up and down, up and down, in a slick messy rhythm...Her heels pressing up against her plush behind, the busty temptress bent over in a way that'd be fuel for feverish dreams to come--Shewinked, as if to say...She was doing this *all* for her fans-!Apchhhaaa~lingered in the air, as her hot mouth slipped off the troll's cock...Leaving her panting, gasping, as she came up for air - A thin trickle of drool sliding down her chin! There was a hazy, unfocused look in Lucille's eyes, as she purred..."Show's only starting, boys..."And *then* her nimble fingers were slipping into the hips of her panties, sliding them down s-l-o-w-l-y...Silky fabric rustling against smoother skin, the look in her eyes hot enough to melt an iceberg - Addressing her invisible audience, as she cooed..."-Are you *ready* for this~?" The troll had been powerless to do anything but spasm as she played with his body. Nothing he'd faced previously could prepare him for what she was doing to him, and even his very rage seemed to be getting slowly sucked out of him with bob of her head. He saw her eyes stare at him from time to time, as if checking on whether or not he was enjoying the ride. She never have to look for long, as his enjoyment was more than evident. The warm flesh of her breasts massaged every veiny ripple and leather patch of his cock, while her mouth suckled the lighter grey tip, just beyond the reach of foreskin. He could still feel himself slowly releasing more lubricant, creating an undercurrent of slow agonizing orgasm that was a torturous preview of the release yet to come.The spectators were in a silent frenzy. Mics all over may have been turned off, but the traffic was at its highest as they pushed their rigs for all they were worth, wanting to get the best angles possible, the best sound available. There was no telling just how many were, in fact, pleasuring themselves to the adventuress' encounter with the troll, but the engineers assumed all of them. After the wink, they'd noticed a considerable amount of donations make to the player's war chest. Suffice to say, outfitting her character later on would be less of an issue than deciding on what colors to pick. One thing was for sure, there wasn't an engineer overlooking that area's web traffic that wasn't sporting wood, or drenched panties. The only thing that even remotely save their sanity was that they were recording it. During a lull, there would undoubtedly be "disappearances". They would be overlooked as the price of doing business, and the show would go on.She'd left the troll's cock twitching after releasing it. The pressure caused by the blow job caused it to spurt the clear and slick lubricant out a few times, before it lazily slid to the side to dribble away. The troll's breathing was heavy. Heavier then when he was forced to work the mines for a meager supper. Heavy after an assault on his very senses, and when she stood over him once again, he had a very strong feeling that she was not done, and the additional feeling that he did not want her to be done. She'd adjusted herself to slip her panties off, revealing what looked like an even softer piece of her flesh. And much more pungent! He could feel the battered meat between his legs rise again, and he could only watch the hang of her breasts as she leaned, and the full set of hips displayed for the pleasure of himself and the staff he could not see.She was speaking, but not to him. Was it some kind of spell? He couldn't tell at this point, nor did he care. He was waiting for her to find a way to fit himself in that adorable little hole they must use to mate. His cock wasn't made for that! She did well enough with her breast flesh and mouth, but she was truly courting a form of disaster with her current process. Were she actually able to do it, he would drive himself mercilessly into her before long, and stretch her to the point of insanity, and he would smile as he did it! "Mmmm, mmmmm - Uck~"Her mouth was so *full*, Lucille's moans thrumming in her ears...Her lips sliding up and down, up and down, finding a rhythm-! The troll's cock was almost grotesquely swollen, now - A thick, veiny pillar of meat...So hot, she could feel the waves of heat radiating from the turgid flesh! Lucille's mouth went dry, the virtual vixen oh-so-aware of what she was about to do...A thrill - Hot and cold at once - raced up her spine, biting her lip as her gaze slid over that throbbing shaft...Now glistening with a sheen of saliva-! "OhGawd~" she heard herself whimper, as she straddled the troll...Her slim fingers going to her command menu, activating all the stamina-boosting abilities she could find! Fortitude. Resilience. Endurance - She was going to need all she could get~!And then her slim fingers slid down, gripping the very base of the troll's shaft...A hot shudder coursing through her, her eyes hazing over a little at the thought of that *monster* sinking into her tight pussy - It would fuck her in *half*-!"Haaa, haaaa..." she panted, her eyes half-lidded behind long, long lashes...That fat head pressing up against the smooth join of her legs - A tremor coursing through Lucille, as she began to lower herself onto that cock, to press it *into* her-! The troll rumbled deep in his chest, a moan that was clear evidence of the pleasure the soft skin female had given him. Beady eyes watched her once again straddle him as she prepared to lower herself onto him. He'd seen the look in her eyes…the lust that threatened to override her, obviously attempted to try to fit his throbbing cock in her. As she lowered herself, he could feel her lips press upon the soaked tip, and ease her way down. He looked from his shaft to her body, then to her.One wouldn't expect to see a look of impatience on a troll’s face, but it was there, and the consequences of his impatience were felt the moment he bucked into her. There, the bulbous tip pushed through her, the thick slick skin of his shaft ground along her insides as he slid every inch of him he could in her. The sheer feeling of it made him roar, but his hands were reaching for her, looking to keep her from running. The soft skin had given him reason to assert his control back over her, and he was more than happy to give her insides a reason to fear him.On the net, the spectators were going absolutely nuts! Premium members were treated to different angles of not only the titfuck, but of the ensuing thrust the troll into her. Got to see the look on her face as he crammed himself into a place he was not supposed to fit. Stone gray skin disappeared into dripping pink flesh, and some got to change their view to the firm ass of their trusty adventuress as she squatted down to meet the thick slab of meat, before the surprise thrust in her gave them a view of her rippling ass and his still lubricated balls. That's when the troll seemed to decide to really take things up a notch. That's when, if his sudden thrust hadn’t driven Callie already mad, she would have noticed that something seemed a little off. It would appear as though the game had given them their first playable monster, accessible after the story-driven segment had past.This player was horny, and he was out to drive the troll he controlled to climax, repeatedly. Nothing illustrated that better than the sudden jackhammer-styled thrusts he pumped up inside her. He licked his lips, the play session was vivid…slightly better than the spectator mode he was used to. His own cock was out of his pants so it wouldn't be a distraction as he took over for the normally bumbling, yet destructive troll and endeavored to show the rest of the so-called fans exactly what one could do with power applied properly’God, I hope you have a healing potion, beautiful, because this ride’s about to get a whole lot rougher’ "Unnnghhhhh~!!!"Lucille's back arched, as she convulsed - Biting her lip, so hard she tasted blood! Oh, she could hear her account chiming with new donations...But that was nothing, nothing, compared to the fat throbbing trollcockthat ploughed into her! "Oh myGod~!!!"she moaned, out loud - Her taut leather costume creaking, her hips made to roll...The *thrust* making her plush ass quaver, as the troll's cock pounded into her-Something had changed! Her eyes went wide, a startled gasp thrumming in the air - "Wha..." Lucille managed; Her lovely features contorting in *very* pleasured anguish, at the suddenslap-slap-slaprhythm! "Wait, no, that's too -Oooooooohhhhhh~!!!"Her thighs squeezed down on the troll's sides, as it began to *fuck* her in earnest...The hard *fap* of their hips meeting echoing in her ears, as she *bucked* atop her 'conquest' - Thick fingers closing on her curvy hips, locking her in place-!"Oh my God -Oh my *God*- I *unnnghhhh*~!!!"Hard. Hot. Fucking her - Hard enough to make her flat belly bulge, her pants of "Yes~" "Fuck~" and "Gawd~" thrumming through the clearing! It was all-too-clear that the virtual vixen had got more than she had bargained for...That she was being virtually *fucked*, ploughed right here - Her body writhing, her moans being broadcast to a hungry audience!It was the troll's *words*, however, that made her stiffen! "Wait, *you're*-" she began, dawning realization in her eyes...Only to moan, as that cock split her like a log beneath a maul! "Ugh, ugh, *ugh*~!!!" Lucille moaned, writhing atop the troll - Her cheeks flushed with heat, a heady mix of embarrassment and lust writ large on her lovely features - She wasn't just fucking an NPC...She was fucking someone bent on screwing her brains out-! He was in...he was all the way in! He didn't think the little slut had it in her! He could, however, see the bulge of his cock as it created space inside her. It was glorious watching himself control the troll's powerful form. The piston-like dip into her digital nethers, only to watch the troll's appendage leave from her battered hole with fresh lubricant. Not only the heroine taking what the troll gave, she seemed to be enjoying it as well. The player gritted his teeth as he forced a few controls in to force the troll to grab a hold of her hips and throw the stone-carrying, tree smashing, rage possessing troll's lower back into her with only the most reckless of abandonments.The game produced feeling and smells that rivaled reality, and at the moment he was smelling their scents mixed with the friction and heat of their fucking. The player's own cock was hardened and suspended in the air from the feelings the game passed onto him. They encouraged potential villain controllers to have something to catch potential...reactions to game-play. Of course, as a skeptic, he did no such thing, and already was damning his luck. He couldn't understand why she wasn't writhing in agony at the moment! For all intents and purposes, he was supposed to be able to make short work of her."Fine..."the player said to himself,"We'll just have to work a little harder..."Without warning, the troll held the adventuress down on his cock before twisting his body to both throw her to the ground, and pull himself all the way out of her. There he stood, already glistening with sweat captured by the dim glow of the fire she made. The few steps she was away from him would be cleared easily before he stood over her, a hulking grotesque form with a thick, leather skinned cock now bathed in the juices the game has decreed she created. It would be easy to dirty the massive slab of meat, so that it ground into her when he went back for more, but that could sully what he set out to do. No...there was to be a knockout here. He was going to fuck every last health bar out of her, and then he'd save the experience for bragging rights later on.It wasn't like he had a plan or anything...not at all. Every *thrust* - It made Lucille buck. It made her writhe, her luscious bosom heaving...Her deep moans of mingled effort and pleasure thrumming from her lips! Oh God, it was splitting her - Her legs splayed, dark spots dancing in her vision as she *rode* him...Drool trickling down her chin, the voluptuous green-nette panted out a breathless "Oh ohohhhhhh~" at the meaty *smack* of each stroke-! Knowing that there was someone else on the other side...It only made ithotter, somehow, as she bounced atop the troll's powerful form...-And then came theshlooorpppas that fat throbbing cock slid out of Lucille, as she was flung to the ground~! Her shapely behind made the perfect cushion, as she sprawled...Panting, gasping, her skin still flushed with heat - Her lissome legs trembling beneath her, as she stared up...Open-mouthed, at the troll looming above her..."Nnnnn..."A husky, heady coo pulsed from the very core of her being, as she lay back - Spreading her legs, her gaze caught and held by that throbbing troll cock, slick with precum and spit...Her slim fingers rubbing against the pearl of her pleasure, her glasses fogged with steam-!"Come on..." Lucille breathed, her sleek throat working - A hot shudder racing through her form, a whimpering moan coaxed from her lips - those leather-sheathed legs vulnerably splayed! "-I want you to fuckingdestroyme...You fucking *stud*-!" The player was in his element now. Hands furiously worked as his own freed cock throbbed with each spasm that coursed through him. The gaming gear was amazing! The amount of control he had over the troll...the feedback, as if he could experience every rough feeling of breast, or thrust inside her. He had to turn it down some, because the machinery was telling him that the adventuress was hot, wet, and willingly expanding around the hardened girth of his player avatar. She was impossibly amazing! She should have been broken...he'd seen over players take less and be left cum covered vacant receptacles. Even now, thrown down, and towered over by the troll, she looked at him with hot and heavyneedShe wanted to be destroyed? He was only too happy to oblige, though the seed of doubt was already planted in his mind. What if he couldn't do what he set out to do? Everything was balanced on this moment, and performance anxiety was creeping its way into his heart like a cold dagger. The troll seemed to react to the feeling as well, as it looked at her as if she were too dangerous to touch. It paced, staring at her, then angrily roaring and pounding the ground. The impact of those fists hitting the earth showed the true strength of her foe, but slowly he approached. The troll's meat was still hard, and dribbling the lubricant that now coated the heroine's thighs and inviting pussy.The player had other notions now. His fear turned to anger, and his anger fueled his intent. She wanted it? He was going to give it to her! Through him, the troll continued its stalk to her, before unceremoniously taking an opposite leg and arm and lifting the woman into the air. There, he held her to eye level, where grey orbs seemed to study her...absorb her...then suddenly she'd feel the press of his thick her against her gates once more, a battering ram built to drive her defenses back and drive into the deepest parts of her kingdom. She seemed almost dropped the moment after the application of pressure. Her own body weight served to help impale her on the troll's cock, to the point where she was once again filled, yet suspended.Her legs would dangle as she became away that the shaft was actually doing most of the work in holding her up. They she'd feel rough, stone crushing hands wrap around her waist and squeeze. They weren't meant to harm her...much...only keep her in place. She wanted to be destroyed...that would start now. The girl's weight was obviously nothing to the troll, so using her as his fuck toy would easy. A pretty, moaning, hot little onahole to use in every way he could think possible. Arms flexed as her body was slowly lifted up, and her lips seemed to stretch and pull along the troll's shaft until she reached the tip, then instead of falling, she was yanked down. She'd be able to feel the troll shudder for a moment, then smile. Yellow teeth built to grind bone like a mill revealed themselves to her, but she wouldn't have much time to focus on them. Another agonizingly slow lift was about it follow! The troll didn't know it, but she was wearing him down!Even as Lucille was hoisted into the air - Her luscious chest heaving, her back arching - a moan pulsed from her lips as that fat cock speared against her tight, tight pussy..."-Aaaaaaannnhhhh~!!!"...Andsankinto her! Pushing deep, plundering her, the gorgeous, busty emerald-haired vixen writhing in place...Her perfect ass clenching, her head lolling back at the filthyshloooorppppof penetration-! Her legs twitched, her creamy thighs tensing, a wail pulsing from the very core of her being as she wasimpaled...-But Lucille was nothing if not resilient! While the troll had higher stats, his Stamina was ticking down faster than Lucille's...Which barely budged at all, never mind how she was writhing in place, "Ohhhhhhh ohhhh ohhhh fuck~" purring from her lips like a lewd prayer-! Her lovely features contorted in very pleasured ectasy - With just enough self-awareness to realize that this was going out live, that dozens...No, hundreds!...of fans had to be watching the busty virtual vixen getfuckedby a troll-!When she was pulled down, her entire body convulsed - Dark spots flashing in her field of vision, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood...That voluptuous form convulsing, juddering, as she was put to *use* like a toy-! "Nnnnnngggghhh~! I'm, I'm - I'm breaking~" she slurred, her toes curling just so in her long stockings..."-It's breaking my p-u-s-s-y...And it feels - It feels..."Her hips rolled, her perfect ass clenching as another agonizingly pleasurable inch sank into her with a wetschlllt-"...It feelsh shoooo guuudddd ~ "Take that dick...take it you sword slut". He didn't have the presence of mind to see the stamina meter on the troll nearing its end point. If he did, maybe he would have devised some other plan to enact, but those were the breaks, were they not?The troll hammered hard into her, his heavy leathery ballsack waved and crashed out of synch with his thrusts, bouncing its way to an even lower stamina rating. The troll continued on, per its instructions, pounding his hips into her, even while he pushed and pulled her body onto him. The scene was the stuff of fantasy debauchery perfected. Those who could had a mouth or pussy on their cock at that moment, just to get off to it. Others would have blow up dolls or onaholes, and still others would just used the tried and true pull technique. Either way, the scene laid before them was responsible for the first near-crash of the game, and a drastic increase of upper-tier memberships.Suffice to say that this unknown player was officially the best thing to happen to the game, provided she didn't manage to break it! Vantage points zoomed in, some wanting to see the immensely thick cock plow through her pussy (complete with drips falling towards the "camera"), while others wanted to focus on her face. The amount of semen lost when she'd proclaimed how good it felt was respectable. Sperm banks didn't do half as well! All tuned in to watch the woman with the indestructible pussy make the troll's cock disappear with a sloppy smile and hope for more. There was very little else worth watching at the moment.Eyes were glued as the troll's internal meter blinked red for the last time. Almost as if in surprise, the last push inside her elicited a most beastly roar from the troll, whose heavy balls seized up in the sack as he delivered an ungodly amount of semen in the adventuress. A few more strokes coated his cock with his own seed, while whatever couldn't fit escaped from whatever part of her it could with grotesque gurgling sounds of air escaping. He dropped her them, unceremoniously, and she'd manage to slide off of his cock and only the ground before the troll attempted to continue standing, and fail miserably. He crashed face-first into the dirt beside her and laid still while cum continued to drizzle out from his cock underneath. While the troll was not dead, it certainly was unable to move! How *many* people were watching her, right now? Lucille had no idea - But it had to behundreds, at least. Maybe thousands. She could almost *feel* their eyes on her, as she was ploughed...Each deep thrust fucking so *hard* into her, dark spots sizzled across her vision - her voluptuous form convulsing beneath the assault-!"Oh oh *ooooohhhhhh* ~ <3"she heard herself moan, as if from a million miles away - Bouncing on the troll's lap, her curvy hips made to *writhe* as she was put touse...Forced onto that impaling, oversized cock again - and again - and again-!It was sinful. It was shameless. The lusty, guilty excitement was oh-so-evident, from the way her lovely features went slack...The way her tongue lolled from her lips, drool stringing down her chin - her eyes half-lidded behind long, long lashes, her urgent"Ugh, ugh, *ugh*~!"without restraint...Here was a true vixen gettingfuckedin the dirtiest way possible...-And loving every moment of it-!The battle was almost over...And the troll didn't even know it yet-! Because even as Lucille's plush ass quavered, the filthysmackof the troll's balls against her juicy behind so sinfully loud - Even as raw sexual electricity raced up her spine, her heady cries echoing across god-knew-how-many speakers...-The creature's stamina finally hit zero!At the same moment as the money shot.Hot. Thick. Long, ragged pulses of yellow-white spunk. Gushing, pumping, *erupting* into Lucille again and again and again-"AAAAAHHHHH AAAAAHHHH AAAAAAAAAAA-"And this time - As her flat belly bulged, as the troll's cock *pumped*, obscenely, thick rivulets of sperm oozing down her inner thighs, flooding out from the broken seal of the troll's bloated cock and her tight tight pussy - Lucille's screams drowned out the troll's roars-! The lewd gurgling sound it made, as it flooded her - It was oh-so-audible, drowned out only by the sicklyshlurrrpppof that impaling shaft sliding free on a wave of stopped-up cum...-Then came the THUD as the troll pitched forward, toppling like a tree in a thunderstorm!"Haaaa, haaa, haaaa~" Flat on her back, Lucille *twitched*...Her legs splayed, pent-up seed puddling on the grass below in a seemingly endless, expanding pool - Her tongue curving over her lips, savoring the phantom taste-! Her nipples were still diamond-hard, one leg arched...Her pleated skirt swaying, full breasts heaving with each dazed breath-!Deliciously disheveled, her glasses askew, a sexy parody of a maid, Lucille just let herself *breathe* for long moments...Basking in the afterglow, as her body pulled itself back into shape - HP rising from yellow to green, Stamina began regenerating itself...As she purred the first coherent words to leave her lips, since the *fuck-fest* had started-!"I win ~ <3"she cooed - One eye closing in a wink...That lewd, secret smile lingering on her lovely features - Like a 'thank you' to *alllllll* the people who'd watched her get fucked *senseless*!Lucille knew - all-too-well - that...any moment now!...she'd have to get back up - Put the chains back on the troll...-Any moment now~! It was over? That's what the cowering driver thought as it looked beyond the bushes to see both bodies laid out and stretched on the ground. He was panting, the area around him wet with release after release of seed. He'd felt some shame leaving the heroine to her fate, but the monster was so very big, and he was so very small. Surely she'd understand! But then part of the bushes around him were stuck together, and other parts still were hanging lower than before after he'd shot a load that could have impregnated the ground, but it was nowhere near enough. But her...she could be dead...but she'd be still warm for a little while yet! The figure scurried closer, using cover until there was none to give, and from there flat out running.Little legs carried him to her lying form. A mess of a woman in victory, the troll's seed still pouring out of her. She was awake! But she was still weak, it seemed. Weak...weak enough for him, maybe? A small hand reached out, almost straining from not wanting to get closer, but finally in reach of it. A mound of breast meat still amazingly covered after the hammering she'd taken. He wanted it...needed it to empty himself for good. A taste of flesh along his cock. He didn't need to invade her, no! Not a bit! He knew where he stood in the world. Last to eat, last to sleep, last to leave his master's keep. But even the last could enough a feast like her placed before him. Reaching again, he tugged the bodice with all his might and felt her body shift from the effort, and just a little more skin show for him.He'd went to town then, spurred on by the prosper of finally freeing the udders held secure by the garb she wore. The last tug made him fall on his ass and roll back. The thing that was once a gnome was revealed with blotchy skin and bulbous nose. Where once he might have seemed merry, he was simply pale and devoid of feeling, but lust seemed to die much harder than other emotions. Lust demanded while all others accepted. Lust survived because itwantedto be fed. He, in turn, wanted nothing but to feed it at that moment. She was almost free of the bodice. Smooth skin seemed to slightly flatten from her on her back, and yet pulling at her was no more easier than if she were upright and batting at him to stop.He'd check on her now and then, wondering how much time he had, his cock not the best indicator of his size, and while it wouldn't rival the troll's without him shriveling up to die, there was a lot to show for an object of lust looking to make the heroine's body a masturbation aid. it would appear as though the valley between her peaks was causing him to feel the need to plow himself between her fleshy orbs. There to stay until he came, and from there prepare to truly up and go. "Ohhhh..."The dazed little moan pulsed from Lucille's lips, as she lay blissfully sprawled on the ground - Cum welling from her ravaged pussy...Her sumptuous chest rising and falling, rising and falling-! A soft mewl thrummed in the air, as the figure scurried closer to the half-conscious woman - A gasp lingering, as fingers closing on her tight, tight bodice...Tugging at it-...And freeing her full bosom from confinement at last! Without her confining corset, the luscious orbs were so full, so round...Her nipples achingly stiff, a deliciousjiggleto that proud swell-"Nnnnn~?"The husky little gasp - a sound of surprise! - pealed from her lips as her eyes widened...Still hazy from the fucking she'd taken-! The amber-eyed vixen's hazy gaze settled on the squat little creature before her...Her lips shaping an 'O' of surprise-And then her gaze dartedlower-!"Haaaa, haaaa..." Lucille arched her back, her slim fingers cupping her incredible bosom - Pushing them together, pressing divots in the soft, soft flesh - the firmest, softest pillows, lifting them towards the gnome...She knew she shouldn't, but-...But she wantedmore~! Her green bangs swayed, in time to the tempting undulations of her form...A husky "Yesssss~" purring from the very core of her being-! She moved! The gnome almost bolted, hardened cock bouncing as he did, but when he noticed that it was to lift herself, and present those fleshy orbs of delight for his appeasement, he could hardly believe his luck! He hadn’t the income to afford a girl half as attractive for a hand-job, let alone an honest tit-plugging. Black eyes widened in amazement as she writhed and bobbed for him, and he could only stare for a moment as her breasts crashed into each other slowly, like waves in the cursed sea. He was lost in the motion, yet the cock that seemed undecided at first, quickly rose to the occasion and stood pulsing for her. While he was no troll, the hardened phallus seemed to take up a lot of his size when fully engorged, and she was enough to full engorge, absolutely!So he did what came naturally, and climbed her with ease to settle cock and balls against the warmest of skin. He said nothing, just got right between her pillowed hills and started drilling for pearls. Her titties were still slick from the troll, and he wasn’t so proud as to not take advantage of the situation. Having the lube to work with only drove him to plow her tits harder. It was hard to believe that such a small thing could shove something between her breasts that was big enough to appear on the other side, even if it was just the tip, but it did, and with abandon! He might as well have been fucking her doggy-style for all the power he was putting into her breasts. The slapping sound was fierce. Lubed tit meat meeting rough hip thrusts while the gnome lightly drooled from having no other experience to compare this to. No way to resist what was happening to him at that moment.The release was…noticeable. A clicking sound that became a gurgling rumble transitioned to spurts of seed from between her breasts. Full balls unleashed a torrent of stewing cum and turned his body rigid and arched back as it all just poured out of him, and when it was done, he tried to take a step back and promptly fell backwards and to the ground in a heap. Breathing hard, he could still feel himself throbbing, pushing for more to shoot out of him. It was magnificent! It was everything his lowly mind could imagine, and then some. He stared blankly into the sky and barked out short gusts of laughter. He just couldn’t believe his luck! All the times he was passed over, and overlooked. The reward for his patience seemed somehow too good to be true! "Unnnghhh, ugh, ugh~!!!"Theslapof the gnome's cock, between her breasts...Each grunting thrust, echoed in Lucille's ears-! "Oh my~!" the emerald-haired vixen moaned, out loud...Her toes curling just so, the filthysmackof his balls against the underside of her bosom so sinfully loud! He was rooting away...Thrusting, pumping, small enough to stand on top of her - the lewdschlltttof each stroke coming faster, faster...-Which meant Lucille had a good look of the cock thrusting directly at her, her amber eyes hazy beneath her glasses-! "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, *fuck*~" the virtual vixen slurred - How many people were watching this? How many, how...?But she'd entirely forgotten shame, Lucille's own gasps, her moans, coming in a regular rhythm in time with the wetfapof flesh-on-flesh~!And then - Without warning...The eruption. Gushing, pumping - So much cum, pent-up, splattering her lovely features like a torrent from a firehose! "I -Ughhhhhhhh~!!!"Lucille managed, cum dripping from her chin like a creamy baptism...The busty green-nette writhing in place, her tongue lolling out - sliding across her full lips, savoring the phantom taste......Until she heard a low chiming sound - Now *her* Stamina was at 0-! With a blissful sigh, she slipped into a half-daze, cum-spattered bosom heaving...Hoping only that the gnome would have the sense to lock the monster back up, while she was out of it! The gnome. The internet was abuzz with the sexual hilarity of it. The lowly tit-fucking gnome would be the one to put the cherry on top of the sexual sundae they'd just consumed. It was so wrong it was perfect. They way the tiny beast hammered away at her tits made for reluctant fapping. As if the entire net were ashamed of watching their heroine's breasts wobble like a violent sea to the thick phallus of the creature. and the finish! One would have sworn that they little bastard dumped half of his weight in jizz as it showed her shamefully. The status bar blinked zero, and it seemed like everyone was hoping their breath as the gnome shakily got to his feet. Her end was sitting before him. One little dagger could have finished the job, but it didn't seem in the cards. Quite simply, the gnome was no murderer, but simply an opportunist.It was enough that the wagon as in a state. His master was not going to be pleased about what has transpired, and perhaps that was why he took the chance on taking advantage of her. Better to die knowing he'd plowed those pillowy orbs of hers, than knowing that he had the chance and chickened out. There was some kind of beauty in that, one could say. A sort of pervert's nobility even. Leave no tit unglazed. So now he stood amongst both the troll and the fallen heroine, unable to properly drag either anywhere, yet still he knew he couldn't just leave either one there. Scurrying, he went to the partially destroyed cabin and dragged the restraints for the troll. his body shook under the strain, and the metal dug small trenches into the earth as he did, but his fear of failure spurned him on, and with a mighty heave, he shrugged the restraints from his body, and got to work.The troll moved...or it surely did. Even tried to bat the gnome away, but he was far too spent to do anything worse and delay the inevitable. the restraints were back on as intended, yet getting the troll to the cabin was a whole 'nuther story. As for the heroine...well. There wasn't much to do for her. Technically, she was supposed to be protecting him and the cargo, so for their roles to be reversed held no limit of entertainment for him. The remains of his agonizingly sweet release had dried in some places, and she looked so very used...and still usable...and as if he were a switch being flipped, he could feel himself growing harder. She wasn't going anywhere...surely there should be a reward for the hard work he's put in. Yes! A reward! Exactly. She wouldn't be so bad as to not let him go without a taste of something warmer. The troll has done his damage, but still...she seemed still in good shape... "Uuuuuu..."Lucille's low, low moan pulsed from her lips - Completely fucked senseless, as the gnome's sperm splattered her lovely features...Her voluptuous chest heaving with each breath, the green-haired vixen just basking in the afterglow-! It was a good thing the troll wasn't back on his feet...For she was in no shape to fight-!She lay there for a while. A long,longwhile - Before she wobbled, a little unsteadily, to her feet...Leaning on her sword for support-! "Haaa, haaa..." thrummed from her silky throat, her eyes widening behind her cum-splattered spectacles - Lips shaping an 'O' of surprise, as she fumbled with her tight, tight bodice...Doing up her costume to the best of her ability-!Ooooh, that little bastard - She had to get *even* with him. But after the absolute fucking she'd taken, the virtual vixen didn't feel like fighting...Instead, as her costume began to renew itself, the cum fading away, leaving her - gradually - pristine...she took her first swaying step towards the wagon!"Do-" Lucille began, her voice low, husky - Before she swallowed, hard, straightening...Imperious again, despite the blissful afterglow that coursed through her! "...Do you have him back in chains~?" she inquired, as if nothing at all had happened...As if the little gnome hadn't been fucking her tits mere moments ago! "We'd better get back on the road...While we can."

It's Lonely at the Top (Writersblockade & iridium248)

Scales of the Planes

Your First Assignment -At first the semi-permeable water thin barrier that enveloped you seemed a little odd, when it got sucked into the maelstrom of the verse and transferred you and the others safely through the soup of creation. Well that was odd too, but you survived. You had heard of teleportation, gating, and plane shifting, some may even be the norm for you. But this..."Bubble" was new, Raskin had said it was on the marvels of working together, whatever that meant. This bubble literally held you aloft through the planes towards your destination. You were told it would protect you from any harsh planar affects and last up to one day for you and your team to prepare. Unfortunately, Valis, with his derision of all things arcane, popped the bubble prematurely. Dumping you all unceremoniously on the dirt floor of vibrant valley floor on some distant planet on the material realm. The specifics of location were left intentional blank, apparently it was SOP.It didn't take long for you to find the entrance to the tunnel system, the mission was eradication. Eradication of what, was as of yet undetermined, but anything in the cavern was to be squashed, enough said. the entrance lay the remains of several horses, half eaten horses. Guts and viscera lay scattered around and the broken thigh bones lay on the sides of the mountain like discarded tooth picks, the marrow having been sucked dry from them.Likewise it hadn't been long before you caught the tell tale wiff of demons, the abyssal stench filled the small caverns and you found it easy to track your prey.After several minutes of tracking your prey and killing the occasional Quasit, you move into a large cavern with roiling lava to your left inches below the rock of cavern floor. As you survey the cavern, several large Demons appear with mocking grins, 2 large voluptuous females barely clad in their armor, each sports 6 arms each holding a deadly weapon. The other 4 demons look like huge boars standing on their hind legs, they have little wings on their backs that flap furiously even when standing on the ground. steps forward and speaks in perfect common"Feeble Mortals, we will dine on your souls this night!"Please roll initiative and possible actions.BattleMap:Spoiler Hide OOC:Spoiler Hide Please be as SPECIFIC as possible when posting actions, include any and all information regarding actions, where they come from, cite sources, post links, etc... Also post your current HP/Total HP, spells left (if spontaneous), maneuvers left, status, affects, spells active, etc....And above all else, leave the IC to in character posts, use the OOC if you have a question or comment. Adamatisau the SageSpoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+14)[33]. While at it Knowledge roll on them and since being Demons (1d20+25)[45]. Adds +3 till 30, +4 till 35, and +5 after that to attack and damage. Yea right.Adamatisau then slings a bullet right into the southern demon.Spoiler Hide Attack: [roll]1d20+39[/roll]. Damage: [roll]1d4+19[/roll]. Crit Confirm Attack: [roll]1d20+39[/roll], Damage [roll]1d4+19[/roll]. ON the south six armed demon. Edit: Max HP of 374, no current spells active or other effects. Only one is seeking negating any miss chance due to concealment. Mostly a test shot. The other ability in play here is Knowledge Devotion adding +5 to attack&damage. Spoiler Hide Right can't add rolls into an edit. Attack: (1d20+39)[45]. Damage: (1d4+19)[20]. Crit Confirm Attack: (1d20+39)[55], Damage (1d4+19)[22]. On the south six armed demon. Initiative:(1d20+5)[10]+2 attack/damage from Favored enemy: Chaotic Outsiders.Knowledge:Planes(1d20+29)[35]results of knowledge devotion:Spoiler Hide Check Bonus Result Granted 15 or below +1 16-25 +2 26-30 +3 31-35 +4 36 or higher +5 I draw Weaveshear and set my shield to floating at my side. With a thought, I ask my the spirit of my wife watch over me. (Activate ring ofblinking. 50% miss)My face grows stern and I stare at the foul demons withglowing blue eyesand lower my visor into place. (examining with greater arcane sight. Automatically know which spells/effects are active, as well as if they have divine/arcane casting. SLA's read as arcane, and level of highest ability available).Demon, I will enjoy skinning you upon your death.weaveshear stats:Spoiler Hide Holy. +2d6 damage vs evil. Fiendslayer crystal: +1d6 damage vs evil outsiders. Good aligned as regards to damage reduction. If they can cast spells/invocations (not Spell like abilities), weaveshear is a +5 weapon, with an additional +2d6 from magebane, instead of a +3. Addtionally, if they can cast spells, I get a +7 to damage from Witch hunter. If they're under an abjuration, or are abjurers themselves, my runeforged enchantment comes into play as well. Weapon gains an additional +2, and 2d6 damage. If we're on the prime material, an additional 1d6 from using a starmetal sword. (I doubt it) +5 weapon+ 4 know devotion (+2 sadistic maybe). Either +9 or +11 damage: 2d6 slashing + 2d6 holy +1d6fiendslayer (+2d6 sadistic) +13str +5magic+7WH + 4 know devotion +1d6 starmetal I will update those numbers again once I know what spells/auras/effects they have, as well as any casting ability of theirs. ...(Jack remained silent as he prepared to fight.)Initiative:(1d20+11)[24]If any of the demons move before me, then I will charge at the closest one. I will make the attack with the rod of surprises which is currently in the form of a +1 short spear.Attack:(1d20+30)[42]Damage (if the attack hits):(1d6+10)[12]If all of the demons are at range or my initiative is before them, then I will not attack. Instead I will use stealth to move up to square J8.Stealth:(1d20+65)[77]Spoiler Hide The hellcat stealth feat allows me to hide in plain sight at a -10 penalty. Once I reach J8, I change the rod of surprises into a long spear as a free action and ready an action to attack any opponent who comes within my threatened area.Spoiler Hide According to the description of the rod of surprises in the MIC, it functions in the same way as a rod of lordly might. The rod of lordly might can switch between different weapons using an action that is the equivalent of drawing a weapon. The quick draw feat would reduce this to a free action. Current StatusHP: 309Blur: The mantle of great stealth provides partial concealment that creates a 20% miss chance.Fast Healing and Regeneration: Heal 4 HP/roundNecklace of Adaptation: can breathe in any environment and immune to inhaled poisonsNonmagical Aura: hide the magical aura of an object two times per day (uses remaining: 2)Haste: Boots of swiftness allows the use of haste three times per day (uses remaining: 3) Dice rolls for my readied actionAttack:(1d20+28)[34]Damage:(1d8+10)[14]Confirm:(1d20+28)[31]Crit Damage:(1d8+10)[15] Ivellios fixes the six-armed demon on the northern flank with a steely glare and smiles slowly. His grin becomes feral as he begins to glow with brilliant white light. He streaks across the field, Thorn leaping into his hand.Spoiler Hide Before initiative is rolled, engaging the northern Marilith(?) in a duel of wills (ToB p27-28). The demon can submit (taking a -2 to initiative and -1 to attack rolls against me for the first round), ignore the challenge (I make a DC15 intimidate check to gain +1 on attacks for one round, or participate (opposed intimidate checks, winner gains +1 to attack and damage against loser, loser takes -1 penalties to attack and damage against winner, both effects last the duration of the encounter). Intimidate: (1d20+28)[40] Initiative: (1d20+19)[31] Assuming that I go before the demons/they remain at range: Initiating Radiant Charge (ToB p60) on the same demon. I charge, evil-aligned targets take 6d6 additional damage. Striking an evil target grants me DR 10/- for one round. Attack: (1d20+46)[54] Damage: (1d8+26)[32] (weapon) + (1d6)[6] (fiendslayer crystal) + (6d6)[19] (maneuver) This damage is good-aligned for purposes of overcoming damage reduction. Energy Drain: (2d4)[5] Active Stances: Child of Shadow (ToB p76: concealment - 20% incoming miss chance when I move at least 10 feet) and Press the Advantage (ToB p93: I may take a second 5-foot step during my turn, or a single 5-foot step into difficult terrain) Active Effects: (from items) Magic Circle against Evil Shield of Law Current HP: 404/379 I forgot to roll the sneak attack damage for my readied action.(12d6)[36] Gabrielle "You have GOT to be kidding me, that was pathetic. Couldn't you try a little harder to be intimidating?"Gabrielle mutters as she quickly draws her bow. Seeing as no one had spent any sort of big actions yet, she fired her bow into the one of the barely-armored women five times. They seemed smarter, and thus more dangerous, than the boar-creatures.----------------------Actions taken:Spoiler Hide Initiative Roll: (1d20+9)[29] Movement: None. Draw: Holy Wounding Energy Bow of Speed Attack: Full attacking that creepy woman thing with too many arms @F20 Attack 1: (1d20+23)[35] Confirm 1: (1d20+23)[28] Damage 1: (2d6+2)[10] If evil: +(2d6)[6] Attack 2: (1d20+23)[41] Confirm 2: (1d20+23)[31] Damage 2: (2d6+2)[6] If evil: +(2d6)[6] Attack 3: (1d20+18)[21] Confirm 3: (1d20+18)[29] Damage 3: (2d6+2)[7] If evil: +(2d6)[8] Attack 4: (1d20+13)[27] Confirm 4: (1d20+13)[18] Damage 4: (2d6+2)[10] If evil: +(2d6)[11] Attack 5: (1d20+8)[17] Confirm 5: (1d20+8)[14] Damage 5: (2d6+2)[12] If evil: +(2d6)[11] Status update:Spoiler Hide Buffs: None. HP: 223/223 Condition: Fine and dandy. Spells left: All. Misc: Magic Circle Against Evil (From Armor), Darkvision 60' (Not likely applicable, but hey.), Evasion (From boots of swiftness), Top of Round 1{table=head]Character|InitiativeAdamatisau|33Ivellios|31Gabrielle|29Jack|24Nalfeshnee|21Valis|10Marilith|8[/TABLE]Adamatisau -You realize you are facing off with two Mariliths and several more Nalfeshnee's, you in essence, areveryfamiliar with the two demons. You know everything there is to know about them.Your bullet flies true and nails the southern Mairilith in the lower torso, she winces ever so slightly, but otherwise seems unharmed.Ivellios -The northern Marilith snarls with contempt and attempts to crush your spirit, she accepts your challenge.(1d20+26)[44]You seemed so sure of yourself, however the Marilith, maybe backed with some Abyssal knowledge, wrested control of the duel, crushing your will in the process.You fly through the air barely managing to avoid the obstacles in your way, as you charge the demon you come inside her threatened area, she tries to strike at you with one of her swords.Attack:(1d20+24)[44]- MissConfirm:(1d20+24)[27]Damage:(2d6+8)[19]Miss chance (high):(1d100)[20]After weathering the attack of opportunity your strike hits true, the divine energy is shunted into her flesh burning and crisping her skin black, she screams at the pain. The duality of fighting energies suddenly changes and the dark energies of the sword fill the Marilith sucking her very essence out of her. She does not look pleased.Gabrielle - You send a hail of arrows towards the Marilith, only the first two hit home, sending more anguish and pain out of her screaming mouth. The holy energy wracking her limbs with blue white lightning.Jack -You move into space and ready your newly shaped long spear.Nafleshnees -4 of them swarm around Ivellios and his bold charge. They all attack with incredible reach, their little wings barely managing to keep their fat bodies aloft. All you see are the giant maws of these Demons coming at you.Attacks vs AC 53Attack 1:(1d20+25)[27]-MissConfirm:(1d20+25)[42]Damage:(3d8+11)[23]Attack 2:(1d20+25)[34]-MissConfirm:(1d20+25)[34]Damage:(3d8+11)[27]Attack 3:(1d20+23)[24]-MissConfirm:(1d20+23)[29]Damage:(3d8+11)[18]Attack 4:(1d20+23)[36]-MissConfirm:(1d20+23)[33]Damage:(3d8+11)[25]Through sheer skill and ability you manage to avoid all of the bites from the foul Demons, even those from the ones who managed to flank you.The 5th Demon moves forward and suddenly its bloating gross body is covered with kaleidoscopic colors, swirling all around him.Those of you who made a knowledge check, know this to be the Holy Nimbus ability.Valis -Your shield floats near you twitching at the sound of combat so close to it, your body starts to blink in and out of the material plane. Your knowledge check is as sufficient as Adamatisau's. You know what these demons are and how to combat them.Mariliths -Both Mariliths disappear and reappear right next to the entrance, they both look to Gabrielle with sly smiles. "Oh dear, it seems you are playing with the boys!" They finish with a giggle.BattleMap:Spoiler Hide Adamatisau the SageWell aren't we friendly. Still got to die.Adamatisau with a fluid lotion exchanges the sling for the Rod pressing a button a button to form a scythe to emphasis the dieing while slashing at the Marilith next to him.Attack Marilith @C8 with a normal swing from the now Scythe Rod of Suprises.Attack:(1d20+38)[41]Crit Attack confirm:(1d20+38)[56]Damage:[roll]2d4+1d4+18[/roll]. That second 1d4 is from Dessicating Burst (what was swapped in). It deals untyped damage.Crit Damage:[roll]6d4+3d6+3d8+54[/roll]. Maiming adds +3d6 damage when crit with a x4 weapon. DessicatingBurstdoes the same thing.BuffsSpoiler Hide HP: 374/374 SR 25 If struck in melee by an evil creature Fort Save 25 negates being blinded. Weapon is a Dessicating Burst Maiming Stunning Surge that is currently a scythe until changed. Magic Circle against Evil due to the armor so how can that Marilith get so close? Though Deflection and Resistance bonuses are higher from other sources. Resistance 10 for acid, cold, fire, lightning, and sonic. AC 37 Touch 23 Flat 28 CMD 50 FCMD 41 OOC: AM I still being nice? Reroll those damage.Damage:(2d4+18)[20]+(1d4)[1]Crit Damage:(2d4)[3](2d4)[5](2d4)[5]+(3d6)[11]+(3d8)[13]+54Edit: Damage is 21. Crit Damage is 91. Teleporting at the mage slayer? Ha! , Jack muttered to himself.Based on what he saw, Jack tried to determine the types of creatures they are fighting against.Knowledge Planes(1d20+39)[54]Spoiler Hide I chose knowledge planes as one of the skills that gets boosted by the headband of mental superiority. Jack decided to charge at the Nalfeshnee that is using the unholy nimbus ability.Move: Move to J11Attack: Attack Nalfeshnee at J13 with +1 long spear, charge, sneak attack, offensive defenseAttack(1d20+30)[47]Confirm(1d20+30)[36]Damage(1d8+10)[15]Sneak Attack Damage(12d6)[56]Crit Damage(2d8+20)[29]Spoiler Hide The offensive defense rogue talent boosts my dodge AC by the amount of sneak attack dice I have. My AC against the creature I attacked is 56 and my AC against other creatures is 44. Edit: I forgot that I have master strike. The Nalfeshnee must make a fortitude save or it will be slain by my sneak attack. The DC of the saving throw is 31.Current StatusSpoiler Hide Current Weapon: Rod of Surprises (+1 long spear Crit 20/X3 bypass DR/magic) Current AC: 44 (-2 from charging, -4 because I lose buckler's AC from using two handed weapon) Special AC against Nalfeshnee at J13: 56 (current AC +12 from offensive defense) HP: 309/309 Blur: The mantle of great stealth provides partial concealment that creates a 20% miss chance. Fast Healing and Regeneration: Heal 4 HP/round Necklace of Adaptation: can breathe in any environment and immune to inhaled poisons Glib Lie: if a caster uses detect truth on Jack, then then he/she must make a caster level check with a DC of 20 in order for the spell to work Concealed Thoughts: Jack can choose which thoughts to reveal to someone who cast detect thoughts or similar spells to read his mind. Elude Detection: Befuddle divinations as if under the effect of a nondetection spell with a caster level of 25. If the ability is dispelled, it cannot be resumed for 1D4 rounds. Spells and Special Abilities Nonmagical Aura: hide the magical aura of an object - 2/day (uses remaining: 2) Haste: Boots of swiftness allows the use of haste - 3/day (uses remaining: 3) Mask Alignment: alter alignment for the purposes of alignment detection spells, damage from alignment based attacks still apply - at will Slippery Mind: If Jack fails a saving throw against an enchantment spell or ability, he can make another saving throw 1 round later at the same DC - 1/round Underhanded: If Jack makes a sneak attack with a concealed weapon during the surprise round, and the target does not know about the concealed weapon, then sneak attack deals max damage. - 7/day (uses remaining: 7) Gabrielle "You make for some very ugly boys, mes amies,"Gabrielle said as she put her bow away to quickly draw her Staff of Transmutation and used the staff to cast Disintegrate on the already-wounded Marilith. She'd wait for the Mariliths to actually do something before she'd start some buffing, considering as of right now she wasn't sure what to start with.----------------------Actions taken:Spoiler Hide Movement: None. Put Away: Holy Wounding Energy Bow of Speed Draw: Staff of Transmutation Cast: Disintegrate on Marilith @C8, UMD Check: (1d20+32)[36] Ray Attack Roll: (1d20+23)[32] vs. Touch AC, Fortitude DC: 26 Disintegrate damage if Fortitude is not made: (40d6)[153] (Unless only my Magus levels actually count, then it's (12d6)[39] ) Disintegrate damage if Fortitude is made: (5d6)[13] Status update:Spoiler Hide Buffs: Magic Circle Against Evil (From Armor), Darkvision 60' (Not likely applicable, but hey.), Evasion (From boots of swiftness), Immune to fire, cold, electricity, acid, and sonic (Forgot this last time, not sure how, From Ring of Universal Energy Resistance.), Mind Blank (Third Eye, Conceal. Forgot it too.). HP: 223/223 Condition: Fine and dandy. Spells left: All. Misc: Staff of Transmutation now has 47 charges. Ivellios twirls and springs, darting closer to the demons underneath their outstretched arms. He tosses his shield into the air, and it begins to orbit him of its own volition. As he moves, the shadows clinging to his form dissipate and he is enveloped by fire in its stead. Thorn seems to glow with a hungry light as it strikes at two of the monsters.Spoiler Hide Switching stances. Now running Press the Advantage (ToB p93: second 5-foot step immediately after first) and Rising Phoenix (ToB p55: I can fly at my base land speed with perfect maneuverability as long as I stay within 10 feet of the ground. In addition, when I make a full attack, any creatures in or adjacent to my square take 3d6 fire damage). Movement: Two 5-foot steps to G17. Attack: Full attack on the two Nalfeshnees adjacent to me, alternating between the two. Attack 1 (@G16): (1d20+42)[43] Damage: (1d8+18)[25] + (1d6)[6] Confirm: (1d20+49)[64] Crit damage: (1d8+18)[19] Level drain: (2d4)[6] Attack 2 (@H17): (1d20+42)[43] Damage: (1d8+18)[19] + (1d6)[2] Confirm: (1d20+49)[58] Crit damage: (1d8+18)[21] Level drain: (2d4)[6] Attack 3 (@G16): (1d20+37)[52] Damage: (1d8+18)[23] + (1d6)[4] Confirm: (1d20+44)[55] Crit damage: (1d8+18)[22] Level drain: (2d4)[7] Attack 4 (@H17): (1d20+32)[52] Damage: (1d8+18)[21] + (1d6)[6] Confirm: (1d20+39)[40] Crit damage: (1d8+18)[21] Level drain: (2d4)[4] Attack 5 (@G16): (1d20+27)[31] Damage: (1d8+18)[26] + (1d6)[3] Confirm: (1d20+34)[39] Crit damage: (1d8+18)[19] Level drain: (2d4)[7] Attack 6 (@H17): (1d20+22)[35] Damage: (1d8+18)[22] + (1d6)[6] Confirm: (1d20+29)[37] Crit damage: (1d8+18)[24] Level drain: (2d4)[7] Rising Phoenix G16: (3d6)[13] H17: (3d6)[13] Edit: Attacks 1 and 2 are nat 1s. Attacks 3 and 4 are crits. Each of them is also bleeding for 2d6 damage (taken at the beginning of their turns) and is permanently blinded unless they make a DC 33 Fort save, in which case they are dazzled for 1d4 rounds. Status: HP: 360(395)/379 (edit: the 19 damage I took was before I had any temporary hp, so the 35 is added to 360) Affected by Magic Circle against Evil and [Shield of Law[/i]. Immune to fire, cold, acid, electricity, and sonic damage. SR 40 Readied Maneuvers (all found in ToB): Inferno Blade (p54-55) Leaping Flame (p55) Strike of Righteous Vitality (p60-61) Avalanche of Blades (p63) Iron Heart Endurance (p68) Counter Charge (p71) Shadow Blink (p78) Mountain Tombstone Strike (p84) Feral Death Blow (p87) Raging Mongoose (p89) White Raven Strike (p94) Further edits: Thorn's crit range is 15-20. The lightblade's crit range is 18-20. The bow crits on a 20. All of my weapons overcome cold iron/silver, adamantine, alignment-based, and magic/epic DR. ValisSeeing the Nalfeshnee begin glowing with a coruscating aura, he grits his teeth in annoyance.EVERYONE! Stay back from that one, or your mind will be stolen by madness.Then he turns to glare at the Marilith that appeared next to him. Staring at the Nalfeshnee, he adjusted his footing for a combat style more apt to cause grievous wounds, as if the wielder were the mightiest of giants himself. Then he disappeared. Reappearing some distance away, he begins a running charge before the glowing Nalfeshnee can react. Jumping just after he enters its reach.Spoiler Hide Free action: Talk. Free action: Assume level 3 stone dragon stance: Giant Stance. With his ranks in balance (acrobatics) he deals damage as if 3 sizes larger. (Damage of gargantuan size, with an already large weapon, 6d6 damage.) Swift action: Shadow blink to square I-8. Charge the Nalfeshnee with the Nimbus Aura, end movement in square I-12. (If Jack's save or die works, I'll instead charge to I-13, and hit the one there.) Jump check: (1d20+42)[56] Need a 10ft jump to activate leap attack. Which I make automatically. BAB=21. PF Power Attack says I take a -6 on Attack (rather than choosing for myself like in 3.5), in exchange for a 12 18 on damage (1.5 return on penalty) Favored Power Attack (CW-98), says essentially a 100% boost on damage. So an extra +12 to power attack damage? That's what I'm assuming anyway. Hard to tell since sometimes they talk in terms of *X multipliers, and in others of percentage increases. Furious Focus: Says I ignore Power Attack penalties for first attack of the round. Shocktrooper: Not needed. Attack penalty of -0 applied to AC... Attack: (1d20+34)[49] Typo: Forgot to include +2 for charging, 51 AC instead +3 weapon, +2 favored enemy, +4 knowledge devotion, +2 magebane (maybe), +2 runeforged (if abjurer or have an abjuration active). Martial Stone dragon and shadow hand. I know a Shadowhand maneuver, so +1 att/dam. In a Stone dragon stance, extra +3 att/dam (stacks with itself) Bab of 21. +34 attack, potentially +38. Up to DM to decide which are active. Crit Confirm: (1d20+38)[49]. Not needed, BoED 'Blessed' says autoconfirm on evil. Just included for the crit table. Typo: Should be a 47 AC on the confirm. Damage: +3 weapon, +2 FE, +4 Knowledge devotion, +2d6+2 magebane (maybe), +2d6+2 runeforged (maybe), +4 martial, +13 str, +30 power attack, +7 witch hunter (maybe) (6d6+56)[75] +(1d6)[3] fiendslayer crystal +(2d6)[6] holy +(2d6+2)[10] magebane (maybe) +(2d6+2)[11] runeforged (maybe) +7 witch hunter (maybe) +(1d6)[1] Starmetal sword. If we're on Prime Material, and they're summoned. Weaveshear: Crit (19-20)x2 Bypasses DR Cold Iron, Silver, Adamant, slashing, and Evil. And EPIC (+11 cost) update:Character is 250/250 HP. In square I-12. Blinking. Deals damage as if a bigger person than the Nalfeshnee.AC normally 46, now 44 for the charge.If Nalfeshnee has a magic weapon or armor, one of them (random) is dispelled for a round unless he makes a Will save DC 16... Top of Round 2{table=head]Character|InitiativeAdamatisau|33Ivellios|31Gabrielle|29Jack|24Nalfeshnee|21Valis|10Marilith|8[/TABLE]Adamatisau -You pull out the scythe to the Mariliths delight, swinging you manage to skim it across her skin scoring a hit causing black ichor to ooze from the wound. The Marilith squeals almost as if in pleasure.However something shimmers in response to your presence, a foul evil magic permeates the air around attempting to suck the very strength from you.Make 1 Fort save DC 23ElseSpoiler Hide 1. (1d6)[2] Strength damage Ivellios -Moving with but a sudden thought your form becomes a whirlwind of action, your blade, the tool of destruction. Your as generous with it as a drunk bar maid, you deal grievous wounds to both of the foul bloated demons sucking their very essence into your own. The two Nalfehnees you struck in combat go blind and fumble around surprised from the lack of vision.However something shimmers in response to your presence, a foul evil magic permeates the air around attempting to suck the very strength from you.Make 4 Fort saves DC 23ElseSpoiler Hide 1. (1d6)[1] Strength damage 2. (1d6)[1] Strength damage 3. (1d6)[1] Strength damage 4. (1d6)[4] Strength damage Gabrielle - Your aim is true, but luck is not with you. This Marilith almost enjoys the burn from your spell and laughs haughtily when struck.OOC-Spoiler Hide Make sure to Roll SR pen, you might as well include it with every spell this high level. I just gave you the benefit of the doubt for this one. Jack -You leap from your cover and catch the Nalfeshnee by surprise, you manage to gain some good footing and stab your long spear right through the skull of the fat flying pig thing, you are almost instantly disappointed as its black ichor starts pumping out onto the ground furiously saturating the air with its stink.However something shimmers in response to your presence, a foul evil magic permeates the air around attempting to suck the very strength from you.Make 1 Fort save DC 23ElseSpoiler Hide 1. (1d6)[1] Strength damage Nafleshnees -The two attacked from Ivellios don't seem to look all that great (as far as they can) and the other two are eager to destroy your petulance. They all attack with all they have.Attacks vs Ivellios' AC 53Spoiler Hide Nalfeshnee @ G20 Attack Bite: (1d20+23)[40] Confirm: (1d20+23)[29] Damage: (3d8+11)[27] Attack Claw1: (1d20+23)[27] Confirm: (1d20+23)[28] Damage: (2d6+11)[17] Attack Claw2: (1d20+23)[43] --Hit Confirm: (1d20+23)[35] Damage: (2d6+11)[19] Nalfeshnee @ F20 Attack Bite: (1d20+23)[29] Confirm: (1d20+23)[30] Damage: (3d8+11)[24] Attack Claw1: (1d20+23)[34] Confirm: (1d20+23)[29] Damage: (2d6+11)[21] Attack Claw2: (1d20+23)[42] Confirm: (1d20+23)[30] Damage: (2d6+11)[18] Nalfeshnee @ H17 --Blind Attack Bite: (1d20+12)[28] Confirm: (1d20+12)[22] Damage: (3d8+11)[23] Attack Claw1: (1d20+12)[15] Confirm: (1d20+12)[19] Damage: (2d6+11)[21] Attack Claw2: (1d20+12)[23] Confirm: (1d20+12)[20] Damage: (2d6+11)[17] Nalfeshnee @ F14 --Blind Attack Bite: (1d20+9)[19] Confirm: (1d20+9)[29] Damage: (3d8+11)[25] Attack Claw1: (1d20+9)[26] Confirm: (1d20+9)[28] Damage: (2d6+11)[17] Attack Claw2: (1d20+9)[15] Confirm: (1d20+9)[14] Damage: (2d6+11)[17] You suddenly find yourself once again dodging and weaving the incoming attacks from these demons, but you also find it easy enough to avoid them. The ones you just attacked seem clumsy, slow and weak. Even though, one manages to score a hit on you, almost managing to graze your neck, you avoid a horrid wound by mere millimeters.Take 19 DamageValis -Easily able to jump over the rough terrain you land near the Nalfeshnee who already looks to be on its last legs and wipe your blade right through its back, managing to do a little flourish with you blade as you pull it out of its flesh moments after you hear the crack of its spine breaking. The Demon slumps to the floor in a heap of withered flesh.Mariliths -Both are still smiling as they look onto the two of you."Is that all you have little ones?" And then both laugh.They both attack one of you each.Marilith 1 vs Adamatisau AC 37Spoiler Hide Longsword Attack 1 Attack (1d20+17)[20] Confirm (1d20+17)[27] Damage (2d6+4)[15] Longsword Attack 2 Attack (1d20+12)[18] Confirm (1d20+12)[22] Damage (2d6+4)[10] Longsword Attack 3 Attack (1d20+7)[25] Confirm (1d20+7)[27] Damage (2d6+4)[9] Longsword Attack 4 Attack (1d20+2)[11] Confirm (1d20+2)[20] Damage (2d6+4)[7] Tail Slap Attack 1 Attack (1d20+12)[18] Confirm (1d20+12)[22] Damage (2d6+3)[7] Grab (1d20+23)[40] Constrict (2d6+10)[18] Crushing coils Fort DC 25 or Unconscious for (1d8)[2] rounds You manage, much to yours and the Mariliths amazement, to avoid all of her attacks. Marilith 2 vs Gabrielle AC 56Spoiler Hide Longsword Attack 1 Attack (1d20+24)[26] Confirm (1d20+24)[40] Damage (2d6+4)[14] Longsword Attack 2 Attack (1d20+19)[30] Confirm (1d20+19)[27] Damage (2d6+4)[14] Longsword Attack 3 Attack (1d20+14)[23] Confirm (1d20+14)[26] Damage (2d6+4)[6] Longsword Attack 4 Attack (1d20+9)[18] Confirm (1d20+9)[18] Damage (2d6+4)[14] Tail Slap Attack 1 Attack (1d20+17)[26] Confirm (1d20+17)[29] Damage (2d6+3)[11] Grab (1d20+28)[42] Constrict (2d6+10)[21] Crushing coils Fort DC 25 or Unconscious for (1d8)[4] rounds You see the attacks coming moments before they actually do, you easily manage to avoid all of them with any effort. BattleMap:Spoiler Hide OOC:Spoiler Hide Phew...That was almost as bad as some of my homework! lol Anyway, hope I didn't miss anything. Go ahead and roll Saves in the OOC thread. EDIT: darn it, I wanted to see some grappled peeps! Adamatisau the SageAdamatisau sets up for a mighty swing using up one of his lesser moments of time striking at the Marilith in front of him.Spoiler Hide Improved Vital Striking with the scythe. Attack: [roll]1d20+38+[/roll] Crit Confirm: (1d20+42)[56] Improved Devastating Strike adds +4 Damage: (10d4+27)[54] 6d4-improved Vital Strike+3d4 Mote of Time+1d4 Dessicating+ a +4 Devastating Strike Crit Damage: (6d4)[20]+(3d6)[7]+(3d8)[11]+81. Weapon+Maiming+Dessicating Burst+everything else. While at Fort Save: (1d20+24)[34]. Status:Spoiler Hide HP: 374/374 SR 25 If struck in melee by an evil creature Fort Save 25 negates being blinded. Weapon is a Dessicating Burst Maiming Stunning Surge that is currently a scythe until changed. Magic Circle against Evil due to the armor. Resistance 10 for acid, cold, fire, lightning, and sonic. AC 37 Touch 23 Flat 28 CMD 50 FCMD 41 Regenerate 1hp/10 minutes Does not require air, food, or water. Time Motes 1/51 used for the day. Attack:(1d20+38)[53] Ivellios disappears in a cloud of smoke, reappearing behind the Marilith attacking Gabrielle. Thorn flashes in a blur, too fast for the eye to follow...Spoiler Hide Shadow Blink (ToB p78) to G7, followed by a 5-foot step to G6 to establish flanking. Attack: Initiating Avalanche of Blades (ToB p62): I make one attack, and keep attacking with an incremental -4 penalty until I miss or my target dies. I'll just make 10 rolls here, since that should be enough either way. Strike 1:(1d20+46)[48] Damage:(1d8+27)[30] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[3] Crit confirm:(1d20+57)[67] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[32] Strike 2:(1d20+42)[48] Damage:(1d8+27)[28] + (1d6)[3] Level Drain:(2d4)[6] Crit confirm:(1d20+53)[55] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[34] Strike 3:(1d20+38)[48] Damage:(1d8+27)[35] + (1d6)[1] Level Drain:(2d4)[5] Crit confirm:(1d20+49)[59] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[32] Strike 4:(1d20+34)[43] Damage:(1d8+27)[35] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[6] Crit confirm:(1d20+45)[60] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[35] Strike 5:(1d20+30)[42] Damage:(1d8+27)[35] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[3] Crit confirm:(1d20+41)[44] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[33] Strike 6:(1d20+26)[35] Damage:(1d8+27)[30] + (1d6)[4] Level Drain:(2d4)[5] Crit confirm:(1d20+37)[40] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[34] Strike 7:(1d20+22)[42] Damage:(1d8+27)[30] + (1d6)[2] Level Drain:(2d4)[6] Crit confirm:(1d20+33)[50] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[29] Strike 8:(1d20+18)[25] Damage:(1d8+27)[29] + (1d6)[2] Level Drain:(2d4)[5] Crit confirm:(1d20+29)[37] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[35] Strike 9:(1d20+14)[27] Damage:(1d8+27)[32] + (1d6)[3] Level Drain:(2d4)[6] Crit confirm:(1d20+25)[37] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[35] Strike 10:(1d20+10)[29] Damage:(1d8+27)[31] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[4] Crit confirm:(1d20+21)[27] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[34] Condition: HP: 360(390)/379 Affected by Magic Circle against Evil and Shield of Law. Immune to fire, cold, acid, electricity, and sonic damage. SR 40 Readied Maneuvers (all found in ToB): Inferno Blade (p54-55) Leaping Flame (p55) Strike of Righteous Vitality (p60-61) Iron Heart Endurance (p68) Counter Charge (p71) Mountain Tombstone Strike (p84) Feral Death Blow (p87) Raging Mongoose (p89) White Raven Strike (p94) Thorn's crit range is 15-20. The lightblade's crit range is 18-20. The bow crits on a 20. All of my weapons overcome cold iron/silver, adamantine, alignment-based, and magic/epic DR. Edits: Assuming the same AC as Mariliths in the Bestiary, the first 7 attacks all hit. The seventh is also a critical, so it's bleeding and blinded unless it makes a DC 33 Fort save. But I don't think it's going to survive the level drain anyway... GabrielleAfter seeing Ivellios cut down the Marilith in front of her, Gabrielle thanked him and turned to the one next to Adamatisau and casted another spell from her staff, picking theBaleful Polymorphinstead, for possible hilarity.----------------------Actions taken:Spoiler Hide Movement: None. Cast: Baleful Polymorph on Marilith @C8, UMD Check: (1d20+32)[52], SR Check: (1d20+25)[28], Fortitude DC: 24 If Fortitude is failed, Marilith is turned into a Small 1 HD animal, preferably a penguin. Status update:Spoiler Hide Buffs: Magic Circle Against Evil (From Armor), Darkvision 60' (Not likely applicable, but hey.), Evasion (From boots of swiftness), Immune to fire, cold, electricity, acid, and sonic (Forgot this last time, not sure how, From Ring of Universal Energy Resistance.), Mind Blank (Third Eye, Conceal. Forgot it too.). HP: 223/223 Condition: Fine and dandy. Spells left: All. Misc: Staff of Transmutation now has 45 charges. It has a crit range of x2. Seeing the Nalfeshnee fall down so easily, Jack said,That's it? That was too easy.He turned to the remaining Nalfeshness and said,Try to make this more interesting, okay?Jack moved swiftly and silently around the Nalfeshnee corpses in order to reach E17, changing his long spear into a javelin as he moved. Thanks to his boots of swiftness, he can make it past the obstacles in his path without too much difficulty.Stealth:(1d20+60)[63](-10 from using hellcat stealth in plain sight, -5 from moving more than half speed)Acrobatics:(1d20+59)[74](The boots of swiftness grants a +20 to jump, balance, and tumble)Once hidden at E17, Jack carefully took aim at a Nalfeshnee and attacked with his javelin.Move: E17Attack: Attack Nalfeshnee at G21 with +1 javelin, deadly aim, sneak attack, crippling strike, master strikeAttack:(1d20+27)[39](point blank shot, deadly aim)Confirm:(1d20+27)[42]Damage:(1d6+20)[25]Crit Damage:(1d6+20)[22]Sneak Attack Damage:(12d6)[48]Strength Damage: 2 (crippling strike)Master Strike: Make a DC 31 fortitude save or die.If the Nalfeshnee makes the save and does not die, then Jack will use sniper stealth in order to hide.Stealth: [roll]1d20+55][/roll] (-10 from hellcat stealth, -10 from sniper stealth)Spoiler Hide Current Weapon: Rod of Surprises (+1 javelin Crit 20/X2 bypass DR/magic) Current AC: 50 HP: 309/309 Blur: The mantle of great stealth provides partial concealment that creates a 20% miss chance. Fast Healing and Regeneration: Heal 4 HP/round Necklace of Adaptation: can breathe in any environment and immune to inhaled poisons Glib Lie: if a caster uses detect truth on Jack, then then he/she must make a caster level check with a DC of 20 in order for the spell to work Concealed Thoughts: Jack can choose which thoughts to reveal to someone who cast detect thoughts or similar spells to read his mind. Elude Detection: Befuddle divinations as if under the effect of a nondetection spell with a caster level of 25. If the ability is dispelled, it cannot be resumed for 1D4 rounds. Spells and Special Abilities Nonmagical Aura: hide the magical aura of an object - 2/day (uses remaining: 2) Haste: Boots of swiftness allows the use of haste - 3/day (uses remaining: 3) Mask Alignment: alter alignment for the purposes of alignment detection spells, damage from alignment based attacks still apply - at will Slippery Mind: If Jack fails a saving throw against an enchantment spell or ability, he can make another saving throw 1 round later at the same DC - 1/round Underhanded: If Jack makes a sneak attack with a concealed weapon during the surprise round, and the target does not know about the concealed weapon, then sneak attack deals max damage. - 7/day (uses remaining: 7) Way to screw up the stealth roll with the extra bracket. Let me go ahead and reroll that.Stealth:(1d20+55)[66] Adamatisau - You strike the Marilith true, hitting her with your scythe enforced with the motes of times gone by.The scythe gouges a ravine of flesh through the demons shoulder, the edges of which shrivel and turn pallid as the times of other places ravage the wound, dessicating it.The Marilith screams and looks as if she is going to drop from another well placed shot.Ivellios -You appear behind the buxom demon and your blade bites deep in her skin, sucking her life energy from her, and before she has time to scream another strike and yet more energy is sucked from her. Again and again you strike her, sucking her demonic life force from her. Eventually she topples, a lifeless husk of flesh with her lips frozen in place of her silent scream.Gabrielle -You easily manage to utilize the power of the staff and this time you feel it take hold of the demon, however luck is not with you as she laughs it off, she pins you with her steely gaze. But her image isn't one of intense hatred, more of pity.Jack-Moving with the stealth of a shadow in the shadow plane you sneak up behind the body of the fallen Nalfeshnee and launch your attack. Your target is unaware of the attack, your javelin passes right through its right eye and beyond.OOC:Spoiler Hide Do you have a means of getting it back? As in is it returning or somesuch? Nalfeshnees -The blind one flutters about on its tiny little wings, not able to see anything it disappears in a flash of light. The other one seeing its comrades fall with such ease also decides to leave, Never let it be said that Demons are stupid. Ugly yes, but not stupid.All that stands is the last Marilith. ValisSeeing the last nalfeshnee flee, Valis turns towards the mariliths and watches as one falls in a lifeless husk before Ivellios.Summoning his energy he begins a single leaping charge against the lone remaining Marilith.Spoiler Hide Bounding Assault Maneuver (Full round action. Allows 2 move actions with 1 attack at the end. Considered a charge. +2 Att. (Doesn't specify -2 AC) ) Move to square D10 to gain flanking with Adamatisau. Take an Attack of Opportunity from Marilith Jump (1d20+42)[50] Attack: (1d20+38)[51] Crit Confirm: (1d20+38)[48] (Auto confirm, this is for crit tables) Damage: Weaveshear:(6d6+56)[82] Holy+Fiendslayer: (3d6)[13] Starmetal (1d6)[2] (Still don't know what plane we're on. So only if we're on prime material) Weaveshear crits on 19-20, x2. Bypasses DR Cold Iron, Adamant, Silver, Epic, and Good (realize I said dr/evil last post) Status:Spoiler Hide Blinking in Square D10. AC 46. Magic Circle against Evil active from armor Deal Damage as if Gargantuan. Flanking a creature gives me and all allies that flank an additional +2 attack. Adamatisau the SageAdamatisau takes another measured swing.Spoiler Hide Improved Vital Striking with the scythe Attack: (1d20+38)[40] Crit Confirm: (1d20+42)[60] Damage: (7d4+27)[48] Crit Damage: (6d4+81)[93]+(3d6)[10]+(3d8)[4]. Primarily same attack as last time minus Time Mote. Status:Spoiler Hide HP: 374/374 SR 25 If struck in melee by an evil creature Fort Save 25 negates being blinded. Weapon is a Dessicating Burst Maiming Stunning Surge that is currently a scythe until changed. Magic Circle against Evil due to the armor. Resistance 10 for acid, cold, fire, lightning, and sonic. AC 37 Touch 23 Flat 28 CMD 50 FCMD 41 Regenerate 1hp/10 minutes Does not require air, food, or water. Time Motes 1/51 used for the day. Valis drops the last Marilith with ease, Weaveshear slides through the demonic flesh as easily through brain matter. The demon drops to the floor lifeless, her eyes betraying her last moment, once again a sense of pity is upon her feminine features.You are suddenly alone in the cavern.Combat is over. ValisPausing to wipe the gore from his sword, Valis activates his Eye of the Hunter turns to survey the slaughtered demons."That was unusual."He frowns."They had to know they weren't strong enough to stop us, yet they challenged us anyway."He turns to the rest of the party:"Your thoughts?"Spoiler Hide Full round action to recover expended maneuvers. Standard action to activate Greater Arcane sight. Shift to Mountain Skin Stone Stance. (Boost to natural AC) "A scouting party that's testing our strength. We can expect more powerful demons soon enough. The creatures that fled may be reporting to their superiors as we speak."Jack walked away from the rest of the group in order to retrieve his weapon. While walking, he kept an eye out for any enemies, anticipating possible ambushes.Perception: 45 (Skill mastery allows me to take 10 on skills I have selected, even when under stressful conditions. Perception is one of the skills selected.) ValisA waste then. It's only luck that even one was able to escape us. He pauses for a moment, thinking. Demons of that sort are generally strong enough in their own right, their numbers in a given fiendish army are not infinite. If their master was willing to lose them on a scouting mission guaranteed to fail, then the size of his forces, and the strength of his upper echelons must be immense...Valis ceases talking as he begins to search the slain demons. Valuables, weapons, potential sources of information, he takes them all.Perceptions(1d20+40)[41]Standard action to activate boots of haste. Ivellios cleans the blood from Thorn with a rag and sheathes his weapons, catching his shield and shrugging it into place on his back in the process. He drifts to the ground, the shadows in the cave seeming to cling to his form as the flaming nimbus around him dies down."They were too close together to be scouts, and none of them was surprised to see us. This was an ambush party."Spoiler Hide Ending Rising Phoenix and entering Child of Shadow. "An ambush? If that was an ambush, then clearly they are not very good at it. These demons practically announced their presence as soon as we arrived."Jack cleaned his javelin by wiping off the blood onto the nearest nalfeshnee's hide. He converted it to its many forms: kama, longspear, quarterstaff, scythe, shortspear, spear, and short sword. He cleaned the rod of surprises in each of its forms in order to make sure the creature's blood did not creep into any crevice within the rod. Once he was satisfied that the weapon was clean, he converted it back into its rod form and placed it within his handy haversack.OOCSpoiler Hide Not sure how many full round actions it would take to clean off the weapon in its various forms. However, I think he needs something to do while Valis is looting the corpses. You find only 12 +1 longswords from the Mariliths, nothing else. Jack glanced at the weapons collected and did not see anything of interest. He pulled a set of goggles from his handy haversack and placed them over his eyes. These are sniper goggles, designed to make him more effective at ranged combat. They have also been enchanted with the properties of the goggles of night, and granted him with 60 feet of darkvision. He also pulled out a heavy crossbow from his handy haversack."Alright everyone, we'really here to eradicate these things. Let's keep moving." Adamatisau the SageYep lets go. Time to put them on blast. Oh wait any of you good at disarming traps? Or even spotting them?Adamatisau put away the Rod switching over to the sling. Taking a moment to activate the Psychokinetic aspect to put them on blast.Spoiler Hide Temporal Talent Trap Spotter. DM makes the Perception check with a +10 to notice traps when within 10ft. The Perception check is +50 including the +10. Valis,Keeping an eye out for signs of other active spells (via Greater Arcane Sight), Valis shoves the swords into his bag of holding.Maybe I'm reading too much into this. I didn't notice any brands on those demons, designating their master, or anything else of that sort.He says, half to himself.Spoiler Hide Full HP Blinking Helm of Ugo grants 60ft darkvision. Greater Arcane Sight active Magic circle against Evil (from Armor) Hasted from boots. Will reactivate once a minute. (Should've just paid for a persisted haste, 1/day) Mountain Skin Stance Weaveshear held, with shield floating. Won't take point unless no one else desires it. But will walk second in order. ValisRealizing Adamatisau had just spoken, Valis looks over to him with a glowing blue gaze.I can spot magical auras easily within a bowshot. It also helps with spotting certain magical traps and abjurations. One of the abilities taught by my order is the duplication of certain spells with just fortitude of spirit. Beyond that, merely keen vision. Perception(1d20+40)[55] "I can detect and disable traps, both magical and mechanical. I can scout ahead and let the rest of you know whether or not there are any traps."If no one objects to having him go first, Jack will start searching for traps.Perception(1d20+45)[56](Additional +10 from trapfinding) Ivellios listens to the others, eyes flickering as they follow the speakers. He closes them briefly with a small sigh as the group sets out.Children playing at war. None of them is worried that our enemies knew that we were coming, or wonders how they knew.Aloud, he says,"It may be wise to keep your weapons ready as we continue."Light dances over Thorn's edge as he draws his weapons once more and begins to float just above the ground.Spoiler Hide Status: 360/379 hp (+30 temporary hp, which last 5 minutes iirc) Protected by Magic Circle against Evil (armor) and Shield of Law (ring). Immune to elemental damage (ring). Flying (armor) Concealment (Child of Shadow) Recovering maneuvers. So you guys are good at finding and disabling them and at such a young age. Good was hoping sit back and relax relativity speaking through this extermination.*speaking in his old man voice*When get to my age hard to be suprised by much. Haha.*switching back to normal speech* Yep might even give the next one a hit with one of the Sands of Time.Adamatisau puts a bullet in the sling and starts swinging it over his head ready to shoot. GabrielleLetting the older, more experienced party members do the main thinking about the encounter, Gabrielle replaced her rod back into her quiver and drew her energy bow back out. Her main experiences dealt with tomb delving and archaeology, rather than striking at evil hiding in caves. She still kept her wits about her, however. While Valis was looting corpses, she took the time to buff up Adamatisau's armor with a generic +5 armor bonus.When Adamatisau mentioned his 'age', Gabrielle piped up next to him,"You're not that old. I've uncovered artifacts that predate you, I'm sure."OOC:Spoiler Hide I needed something to do to catch up and still seem in the party. I'll remove mention of it though if you don't want the enchantment though, TurtleKing. The armor enhancement will last 250 minutes. Unless my math is wrong and it's only 190 minutes. Adamatisau the SageYou found artifacts older than me? How can that be? My age is somewhere between older than dirt and dawn of time. Suprised haven't found any mention of me. Though thanks for the complement fore I do look good.Spoiler Hide As in regards to that buff depends since already have Armor, Natural Armor, and Deflection covered. You all suddenly feel a slight tingle at the base of your skull, very similar to being scryed upon, for those who have experienced it. A simple message relays in your"DELAYED PARTY MEMBER IN ROUTE, ETA 2 SECONDS"And then a sphere of force bursts through the weave of reality in the middle of the cavern, it shimmers with coruscating energy, and the you realize it looks a lot like a bubble. It stays in place, 50 ft above the ground and then resoundingly pops, much like your own experience.You now see a flying mephit of some kind. What took you so long? We have already mopped up the welcoming party. Anyway the name is Adamatisau the Sage. The Mephling dropped through the air and came to a stop a few feet above the ground, her wings flapping slowly."Name's Gale"She said, extending a hand to the Sage"You guys get sent here to perform an Ambigious Mission from unknown employers, too"Grinning mischieviously, she moved on to the other three and introduced herself. Interrupted from her answer to Adamatisau by the newcomer introducing herself, Gabrielle introduced herself back,"Ambiguous missions and mysterious employers are what sold me the job. I'm Gabrielle"She returned back to Adamatisau and answered his query with an absolute serious tone,"I found pieces of Vecna's hand when it was separated from the rest of him.And, tabernac, if it hadn't have been for that maudit halfling, I'd still have it." Last time I checked Vecna a human deity wasn't always a deity. If that being the case I was around before humans even existed. Valis The bosses are little poor at tasking and briefing missions, but they're not that much of an enigma. Valis responds in a low voice as he approaches the front of the formation.My previous mission with them was also similarly phrased. But it was in a land I'm already familiar with: Thay. So getting in, getting around, and getting back was quite simple.His face screws up in irritation.This time though, we're going to need a spell from the higher circles of magic, or an amulet. I don't have either, and the amulet is rather uncommon outside Sigil. Anyway, call me Valis. For now, lets focus on the demons. We can worry about getting home later. perception(1d20+40)[45]stealth(1d20+22)[25] Jack finished up his search for traps and introduced himself."I'm Jack. If anyone is worried about how we can leave, I have scrolls that let me cast plane shift. I think we should focus on finishing our mission."He paused for a moment to hang his crossbow from his belt so he didn't have to hold it in his hand."Since we are discussing our available resources, let's see what we have available. Also, some of you may be more familiar than others about demons. We can take some time to discuss tactics."Jack was unwilling to say it out loud, but he felt uneasy about the scrying spell. As a master spy, his ability to hide from magical detection can block scrying spells from all but the most powerful casters. Nearly epic mages can magically detect him with some difficulty. Only truly epic casters can detect him effortlessly. The fact that these mysterious employers can find him and send reinforcements so quickly seems to indicate their power level. He sensed that there are powerful forces at work and was concerned about what these employers have in mind for him and his allies. Was this a simple test to determine whether or not they were worthy? Or were they being sent out to fight against an incredibly powerful foe?OOCSpoiler Hide I am assuming that he did not find any traps. I also want to note that it's unusual for Jack to volunteer information about his gear. The fact that he hides so many items in extradimensional space should be an indication of that. However, he prefers to have everyone's mind at ease and does not want anyone to worry about going home. Since he does not like to volunteer information, he is using the "tactics discussion" as an excuse to gather information about everyone else's gear. Then there's the fact that he's worried about this mission being much more serious than the initial encounter would indicate. "I have a Zepplin that can travel between Planes"Gale adds, her tone helpful and innocent"Its quite big. I don't know where its gotten to, though"She then flops to the ground, and while not in the air, it becomes apparent that she is quite short, less than four feet tall. Her wings continue flapping, but without any force behind them."I don't know about Tactics, though"She says, as she slings a backpack off of one shoulder to bring it around the front of her body. She digs out a Flute and a small Shortbow"Mostly I just use these"After she says this, Gale turns away and addresses Adamatisau"Betcha ain't older than the Song, Lizard Man"She says, teasingly. Tactics. That kind of thing never went well with Gabrielle. In her experience, the older and more experienced things were, the less tactics went as planned. Still, she displayed her inventory, mostly held in her quiver,"I've got the bow you saw in the fight, I've got a scimitar that beheads things really fast, and rods that disintegrate, polymorph, dispel magic, drain magic items, a staff of cosmos, and I've still got all but one of my infusions to hand out to everyone. And a crystal ball with true seeing, if that ends up being any use."Going back to the age discussion:"Song? With a capital 'S'? Non, just non. I've heard what that does to people. Though I would wager it's one of the oldest things in the multiverse, I've heard of a world has been entirely transformed because the song got loose on it." "So all of us are armed and ready to fight some kind of enemy. What we don't have is information about this enemy because our employers decided to keep things mysterious. If we have no specific plans on how to approach this, might as well just keep going. We might come with something later once we have more information."Jack saw that Valis had headed to the front of the group. No point in holding up the group for a meeting if some members are eager to continue."I suggest we have a melee fighter at the front and another one at the back. We can face enemies as they show up and keep the group protected if enemies attack from behind. We seem to have quite a number of ranged attackers. As we continue moving, we should find choke points to hold off enemies and use ranged attacks to reduce their numbers."Jack followed Valis. The only way to find out what they are up against is to face it head on. As a spy, he's used to picking up information on the go. If this is all the information they have so far, then so be it. If the first encounter is anything to go by, not knowing their enemies is not going to stop them from killing their enemies."Come on everyone. We're on an extermination mission here." Ivellios stands to the side, quietly taking stock of his new allies. His blades and bow proclaim his heritage for those that know how to look, and his scars, particularly livid in the flickering light, suggest his role.The veteran campaigner makes itself evident in his words."We follow the same tactics here that we would use against any intelligent, organized enemy. Force their attention to one spot with a threat that they can't afford to ignore, then hit them where they're vulnerable. And if any of you feel uncomfortable exploiting an enemy's weakness,"he gestures at the bodies scattered about the room,"if these are representative of the forces facing us, don't expect to find honor among them. They'll be playing to win by any means necessary. "As for a marching order, you,"he points to Jack,"seem like you would make a suitable scout, if you're willing to range a bit ahead of the main group. I would prefer to be in the van, but I can provide protection at the rear as well." Jack glanced over at Valis' attempt at stealth."I have no objections to scouting ahead of the party. Any enemy can see Valis approaching if they pay any attention."OOCSpoiler Hide A natural 5 on a stealth check is pretty unlucky. However, my character can see Valis even if he rolled a natural 20 on a stealth check. "Let's set up a signaling system, so I can let you know if there is any danger. If I get attacked, I will fire a crossbow bolt at the ceiling. I will remain about 50 feet ahead of the group. If all is clear then I will wave at you." "Sounds good to me"Gale sung out, grinning"If you ever get bored, or tired, or dead, I can take over. I'm pretty good at hiding, and I can fly really well too"She also gestures at the knife at her belt"I can go at the Back, if you want. I'm pretty good with this"She says offhandedlyOOC:Spoiler Hide Also, Gale's Maneuvers Readied are: Greater Divine Surge (1), White Raven Tactics (2), Order Forged From Chaos (3), Radiant Charge (4) and White Raven Strike (5) She is currently in the Bolstering Voice stance, so everyone gets a nifty +2 on Will Saves (+4 Against Fear). Also, I should probably check to see if the dice roller lets me roll a d5 for my maneuvers (1d5)[5] What'ya know, it does roll d5s My order can be anywhere in the line. As for getting out of here I have my Amulet of the Planes. Been using this for the past fifteen thousand years. Jack started to head out and continue with the mission. He moved forward silently and stealthily and kept an eye out for any potential problems.Stealth:(1d20+75)[88]Perception:(1d20+35)[50]StatusSpoiler Hide Current Weapon: None Other Weapons: Rod of Surprises (+1 weapon, damage and crit varies, bypass DR/magic) +5 Heavy Crossbow (crit 10/X2, bypass DR/piercing, DR/magic, DR/coldiron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, and DR/alignment, seeking, 240 feet range) +6 Light Swordbow (speed, ghost touch, crit 15/X2 as a rapier and 20/X3 as a shortbow, 60 feet range, bypass DR/piercing, DR/magic, DR/coldiron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR epic) +6 Sunblade (holy, anarchic, bane (devils), crit 19/X2, bypass DR/slashing, DR/magic, DR/coldiron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR/epic) Gloves of Endless Javelins (+1 force javelin, crit 20/X2, 30 feet range) Current AC: 50 HP: 309/309 Blur: The mantle of great stealth provides partial concealment that creates a 20% miss chance. Fast Healing and Regeneration: Heal 4 HP/round Necklace of Adaptation: can breathe in any environment and immune to inhaled poisons Glib Lie: if a caster uses detect truth on Jack, then then he/she must make a caster level check with a DC of 20 in order for the spell to work Concealed Thoughts: Jack can choose which thoughts to reveal to someone who cast detect thoughts or similar spells to read his mind. Elude Detection: Befuddle divinations as if under the effect of a nondetection spell with a caster level of 25. If the ability is dispelled, it cannot be resumed for 1D4 rounds. Spells and Special Abilities Nonmagical Aura: hide the magical aura of an object - 2/day (uses remaining: 2) Haste: Boots of swiftness allows the use of haste - 3/day (uses remaining: 3) Mask Alignment: alter alignment for the purposes of alignment detection spells, damage from alignment based attacks still apply - at will Slippery Mind: If Jack fails a saving throw against an enchantment spell or ability, he can make another saving throw 1 round later at the same DC - 1/round Underhanded: If Jack makes a sneak attack with a concealed weapon during the surprise round, and the target does not know about the concealed weapon, then sneak attack deals max damage. - 7/day (uses remaining: 7) Valis It sounds like a nice and simple plan for signalling, but if you find yourself hardpressed, don't risk your life trying to signal us. Just shout and we'll come. Or flee if that's your estimation. For myself, I tend to work well enough alone. But some of the enchantments I bear, particularly on Weaveshear are only of benefit when working in cooperation with others. That said, Valis slows his pace and begins to drop back behind Jack.OOC:Spoiler Hide Still in Endarires Mountain Skin Stance. Reactivating haste boots and arcane sight as needed. Blinking, with Weaveshear held in hand. As you step off to investigate further down a sharp whistle sound reverberates throughout the cavern. Looking around you see a black oval disk appear out of thin air near Gale and Adamatisau.Appearing out of thin air you all see a Balor and Vrolikai Demon. Both are grinning wickedly and ready for combat.Roll initiative one more time ladies and gents!PreviewSpoiler Hide Close up of map Spoiler Hide Balor Spoiler Hide Vrolikai Demon Spoiler Hide BattleMapSpoiler Hide OOC:Spoiler Hide Don't worry, you'll get RP time ValisAhh hell... I was hoping the first fools were just bad luck.Initiative:(1d20+5)[16]know: planes(1d20+29)[39]Status:Spoiler Hide Blinking Hasted (time left?) Greater Arcane Sight active (I can see whatever auras/spells they have currently) In Endarires Mountain Skin stance Jack scouts ahead of the party, looking for any unexpected encounters. He remains alert, ready for any sign of trouble.If Jack's perceptive enough, he will see or hear the demons attacking and will immediately try to assess the situation and determine what they are dealing with.If he is not perceptive enough, he will remain blissfully unaware of the attack and continue scouting.Initiative(1d20+11)[19]Perception(1d20+35)[44]Knowledge Planes(1d20+39)[58]StatusSpoiler Hide Current Weapon: None Other Weapons: Rod of Surprises (+1 weapon, damage and crit varies, bypass DR/magic) +5 Heavy Crossbow (crit 10/X2, bypass DR/piercing, DR/magic, DR/coldiron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, and DR/alignment, seeking, 240 feet range) +6 Light Swordbow (speed, ghost touch, crit 15/X2 as a rapier and 20/X3 as a shortbow, 60 feet range, bypass DR/piercing, DR/magic, DR/coldiron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR epic) +6 Sunblade (holy, anarchic, bane (devils), crit 19/X2, bypass DR/slashing, DR/magic, DR/coldiron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR/epic) Gloves of Endless Javelins (+1 force javelin, crit 20/X2, 30 feet range) Current AC: 50 HP: 309/309 Blur: The mantle of great stealth provides partial concealment that creates a 20% miss chance. Fast Healing and Regeneration: Heal 4 HP/round Necklace of Adaptation: can breathe in any environment and immune to inhaled poisons Glib Lie: if a caster uses detect truth on Jack, then then he/she must make a caster level check with a DC of 20 in order for the spell to work Concealed Thoughts: Jack can choose which thoughts to reveal to someone who cast detect thoughts or similar spells to read his mind. Elude Detection: Befuddle divinations as if under the effect of a nondetection spell with a caster level of 25. If the ability is dispelled, it cannot be resumed for 1D4 rounds. Spells and Special Abilities Nonmagical Aura: hide the magical aura of an object - 2/day (uses remaining: 2) Haste: Boots of swiftness allows the use of haste - 3/day (uses remaining: 3) Mask Alignment: alter alignment for the purposes of alignment detection spells, damage from alignment based attacks still apply - at will Slippery Mind: If Jack fails a saving throw against an enchantment spell or ability, he can make another saving throw 1 round later at the same DC - 1/round Underhanded: If Jack makes a sneak attack with a concealed weapon during the surprise round, and the target does not know about the concealed weapon, then sneak attack deals max damage. - 7/day (uses remaining: 7) ValisJack, they teleported behind us.He hisses needlessly, as further stealth will prove impossible once the fight starts.Everyone, beware the vrolikai's gaze and stinger. When possible, she'll steal your mind and your soul with her attacks. Balors have innate abilities to rival the most powerful mortal mages. Be cautious. And even at the time of their death, they can still hurt us.Status:Hasted (5 rounds left)BlinkingGreater Arcane Sight The Knife is back in the Mephling's hand in an instant, and she raises the weapon cautiously in front of her, changing her footing in anticipation of a fight. Two demonic creatures, both probably able to reach her, appearing out of nowhere...not a good start to the mission, even if the others had already fought some demons.""Aww, poot..."Gale sighs, after Valis's words reached her, only for her to slide her knife back into her belt, before slamming her wings downwards and taking to the Air, drawing her Bow as she did so. Reaching the apex of her flight, she loosed an arrow at the Babau.Status:Spoiler Hide Initiative: [roll0] Arrow 1: To Hit [roll1] Confirm [roll2] Damage [roll3] Arrow 2: To Hit [roll4] Confirm [roll5] Damage [roll6] Equipment: +5 Harmonising Splitting Seeking Composite (+5) Bow of Songs (Bardic Music effects persist for 10 rounds after the bard finishes performing. All arrows are magically split once fired, making two seperate attack rolls against the same creature (Requires Precise Shot), applying additional sources of damage to both arrows. Ignores Miss Chance due to concealment. Can expend a Bardic Music use for the day to add Charisma to Attack and Damage rolls for all attacks made in a single round) Bypasses DR/Piercing, DR/Magic, DR/Cold Iron, DR/Silver, DR/Adamantine, DR/Alignment +5 Adamantine Eager Warning Dagger (Grants +5 (Insight) and +2 (Untyped) Bonus to Initiative, +2 (Untyped) Bonus to Attack and Damage Rolls during Surprise rounds, can be drawn as a Free Action. Ignores hardness less than 20) Bypasses DR/Slashing, DR/Piercing, DR/Magic, DR/Cold Iron, DR/Silver, DR/Adamantine, DR/Alignment +5 Vorpal Instrument Blade (On Critical Hits, decapitates enemies, automatically killing them. Is inneffective against creatures that do not require a Head to live) Bypasses DR/Slashing, DR/Magic, DR/Cold Iron, DR/Silver, DR/Adamantine, DR/Alignment AC 44 (34 Touch, 32 Flatfooted) HP 299/237 Currently in Stance: Press the Advantage (Can take an additional 5'step each round, Can take 5'Steps into difficult terrain) Maneuvers readied: Greater Divine Surge (1), White Raven Tactics (2), Order Forged From Chaos (3), Radiant Charge (4) and White Raven Strike (5) [roll7] [roll8] Ring of Terrible Evasion (Ring of Terrible Cost+Ring of Evasion): Grants Evasion, as the rogue class feature. Contains a +5 Profane bonus that can be added on any roll (Attack, Damage, Skill, Initiative, etc, etc) in exchange for burning 10hp that cannot be healed until the bonus in the ring is expended. Ring of Protective Shield (Ring of Protection +5 + Ring of Force Shield): Grants a +5 Deflection Bonus. Grants the ability to generate a Shield of Force (equivalent to a Wall of Force spell) as a Free Action from the ring. Skirmisher Boots of Battledancing (Skirmisher Boots + Slippers of Battledancing): 2/day can be used to grant an additional Ranged or Melee Attack as a Swift Action (Charges remaining: 2), as long as you have moved 10' already in that turn. Also provides a 10' increase to landspeed, and when you move more than 10' in a turn you can use your Charisma modifier to determine Attack and Damage rather than Strength/Dexterity when using 1H or Light Weapons. Chronocharm of the Celestial Wanderer/Fateweaver: Once per day, as an Immediate Action, can reroll a Perception/Acrobatics check. This result replaces the original result, even if it is worse Chronocharm of the Horizon Walker: Once per day, as a Swift Action, can move an additional 15' Bardic Music Rounds remaining 62/62 Adamatisau the SageWell isn't this just great. Well just have to start reaping.Adamatisau goes on ahead and slings a round into the Balor not worrying about the a counter attack.Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+14)[26]. Know: Planes (1d20+20)[32] Attack rolls in next post due to figuring Knowledge Devotion bonus. Attack:Spoiler Hide Improved Vital Strike Deadly Aim attack with the sling. Attack: (1d20+35)[52] +4 Knowledge Devotion +1 PBS -4 Deadly Aim Crit Confirm: (1d20+39)[54] +4 Improved Devastating Strike Damage: [roll]4d4+31 +1 PBS +8 Deadly Aim +4 Knowledge Devotion +1d4 Psychokinetic +2d4 Improved Vital Strike +4 Devastating StrikeCrit Damage: [roll]2d4+61[roll] what bonus does critThe weapon has Seekig so no cover or concealment (total does still work).AC 42, Touch 28, Flat Footed 32, CMD 55, FCMD 46 All this lasts till that infusion wears off then down 5 across the board back aty baseline.Status: HP: 374/374SR 25 against evil spells and spells cast by evil creaturesIf struck in melee by an evil creature Fort Save 25 negates being blinded.Weapon is a Distance Psychokinetic Seeking Stunshot Sling.Magic Circle against Evil due to the armor.Resistance 10 for acid, cold, fire, lightning, and sonic.AC 37 Touch 23 Flat 28 CMD 50 FCMD 41 (This is the baseline add +5 across the board.)Fort Save +24 Reflex +28 Will +27 add +2 in regards to evil creatures due to armor Magic Circle vs EvilRegenerate 1hp/10 minutesDoes not require air, food, or water.Time Motes 1/51 used for the day. Spoiler Hide OK here is the rest. *Grumbles* Damage: (4d4+31)[43] Crit Damage: (2d4+61)[63] Ivellios leaps through the shadows to appear behind the balor. The elf's lightblade weaves a defensive circle around him while Thorn emits a sinister hum as it strikes at the demon.Spoiler Hide Initiative, as rolled in the OOC thread: 33 Knowledge (Planes) check, though I do not have the feat to gain any special bonuses: (1d20+32)[41] Active stances: Child of Shadow - gain concealment (20% miss chance) any round I move at least 10 feet Press the Advantage - if I take a 5-foot step, I may immediately take another Shadow Blink (ToB p78) to I-12. Attack: Initiating Avalanche of Blades (ToB p62): I make one attack, and keep attacking with an incremental -4 penalty until I miss or my target dies. I'll just make 10 rolls here, since that should be enough either way. Strike 1:(1d20+44)[54] Damage:(1d8+27)[34] + (1d6)[3] Level Drain:(2d4)[3] Crit confirm:(1d20+55)[73] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[33] Strike 2:(1d20+40)[42] Damage:(1d8+27)[35] + (1d6)[5] Level Drain:(2d4)[6] Crit confirm:(1d20+51)[68] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[29] Strike 3:(1d20+36)[39] Damage:(1d8+27)[33] + (1d6)[5] Level Drain:(2d4)[3] Crit confirm:(1d20+47)[60] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[34] Strike 4:(1d20+32)[46] Damage:(1d8+27)[33] + (1d6)[1] Level Drain:(2d4)[5] Crit confirm:(1d20+43)[62] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[32] Strike 5:(1d20+28)[35] Damage:(1d8+27)[35] + (1d6)[1] Level Drain:(2d4)[3] Crit confirm:(1d20+39)[58] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[31] Strike 6:(1d20+24)[41] Damage:(1d8+27)[31] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[5] Crit confirm:(1d20+35)[49] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[28] Strike 7:(1d20+20)[30] Damage:(1d8+27)[33] + (1d6)[1] Level Drain:(2d4)[6] Crit confirm:(1d20+31)[33] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[34] Strike 8:(1d20+16)[35] Damage:(1d8+27)[31] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[7] Crit confirm:(1d20+27)[44] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[32] Strike 9:(1d20+12)[17] Damage:(1d8+27)[30] + (1d6)[2] Level Drain:(2d4)[3] Crit confirm:(1d20+23)[30] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[33] Strike 10:(1d20+8)[21] Damage:(1d8+27)[31] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[5] Crit confirm:(1d20+19)[37] Crit damage:(1d8+27)[32] Condition: HP: 360(390)/379 AC: 49 SR: 40 Affected by Magic Circle against Evil and Shield of Law. Immune to fire, cold, acid, electricity, and sonic damage. Readied Maneuvers (all found in ToB): Inferno Blade (p54-55) Leaping Flame (p55) Radiant Charge (p60) Strike of Righteous Vitality (p60-61) Iron Heart Endurance (p68) Counter Charge (p71) Mountain Tombstone Strike (p84) Feral Death Blow (p87) Raging Mongoose (p89) White Raven Strike (p94) Thorn's crit range is 15-20. The lightblade's crit range is 18-20. The bow crits on a 20. On a critical hit, my target is permanently blinded (DC 33 Fort to only be dazzled for 1d4 rounds) and takes 2d6 bleeding damage every round until healed or administered to with a DC 15 Heal check. All of my weapons overcome cold iron/silver, adamantine, alignment-based, and magic/epic DR. Edit: Assuming the balor's AC as given in the bestiary, only the first 4 attacks hit. Top of Round 1{table=head]Character|InitiativeIvellios|33Balor|31Vrolikai|30Adamatisau|26Gale|23Jack|19Gabrielle|19Valis|16[/TABLE]Ivellios -You appear behind the Demon and unleash a barrage of well aimed strikes, the first 4 strikes hit slicing deep into the beast. However you notice it suffers not from your malicious life sucking blade.Attempt 4 Fort saves as black energy swirls around you trying to take your strength (DC 26).Balor -Turning to regard you as a threat he unleashes his complement at you.Spoiler Hide Sword Attack vs AC 49 Attack 1 (1d20+31)[46] - Miss Confirm (1d20+31)[42] Damage (2d6+13)[16] Crit Damage (4d6+26)[44] Attack 2 (1d20+26)[31] - Miss Confirm (1d20+26)[41] Damage (2d6+13)[21] Crit Damage (4d6+26)[37] Attack 3 (1d20+21)[24] - Miss Confirm (1d20+21)[40] Damage (2d6+13)[21] Crit Damage (4d6+26)[38] Attack 4 (1d20+16)[30] - Miss Confirm (1d20+16)[27] Damage (2d6+13)[19] Crit Damage (4d6+26)[37] Flaming Whip Attack vs AC 49 Attack 1 (1d20+30)[40] - Miss Confirm (1d20+30)[47] Damage (1d4+7)[10] + (1d6)[4] Fire damage Crit Damage (2d4+14)[18] + (1d6)[5] Fire damage Attack 2 (1d20+25)[40] - Miss Confirm (1d20+25)[35] Damage (1d4+7)[9] + (1d6)[2] Fire damage Crit Damage (2d4+14)[19] + (1d6)[4] Fire damage Attack 3 (1d20+20)[30] - Miss Confirm (1d20+20)[24] Damage (1d4+7)[9] + (1d6)[6] Fire damage Crit Damage (2d4+14)[18] + (1d6)[3] Fire damage Vrolikai -She shreiks as she lunges toward GaleSpoiler Hide Black Flame Knife Attack vs AC 44 Attack 1 (1d20+29)[43] Confirm (1d20+29)[40] Damage (1d6+11)[14] Crit Damage (2d6+22)[28] Fort Save Vs DC 27 or 1 Permanent Negative Level Attack 2 (1d20+29)[44] -Hit Confirm (1d20+29)[32] Damage (1d6+11)[17] Crit Damage (2d6+22)[30] Fort Save Vs DC 27 or 1 Permanent Negative Level Attack 3 (1d20+29)[44] -Hit Confirm (1d20+29)[40] Damage (1d6+11)[17] Crit Damage (2d6+22)[32] Fort Save Vs DC 27 or 1 Permanent Negative Level Attack 4 (1d20+24)[29] Confirm (1d20+24)[30] Damage (1d6+11)[17] Crit Damage (2d6+22)[28] Fort Save Vs DC 27 or 1 Permanent Negative Level Attack 5 (1d20+19)[28] Confirm (1d20+19)[31] Damage (1d6+11)[12] Crit Damage (2d6+22)[28] Fort Save Vs DC 27 or 1 Permanent Negative Level Attack 6 (1d20+14)[26] Confirm (1d20+14)[20] Damage (1d6+11)[14] Crit Damage (2d6+22)[27] Fort Save Vs DC 27 or 1 Permanent Negative Level Bite Attack vs AC 44 Attack 1 (1d20+23)[29] Confirm (1d20+23)[31] Damage (1d8+5)[10] Crit Damage (2d8+10)[25] Sting Attack vs AC 44 Attack 1 (1d20+23)[42] Confirm (1d20+23)[30] Damage (1d6+5)[9] Crit Damage (2d6+10)[15] [Mind Affecting] Will Save Vs DC 27 (1d6)[2] Charisma damage, (1d4)[1] rounds confused (staggered on save) BattleMap (Not updated)Spoiler Hide Change or take your already posted actions Jack head Valis saying something and quickly turned around. Before he can comprehend Valis' words, they were immediately drowned out by the sound of combat as Ivellios launched an attack on the balor. As the demons began their assault, Jack started to understand the situation they were in.If our employers can scry on us, there's a good chance the enemy can as well. We need to be more alert about potential attacks. Oh well, I needed something interesting to do after the first fight anyway.Based on Valis' comment and the appearance of the demons, Jack knows what kind of demons are attacking. He knows that the balor is more resilient than the vrolikai, so he his chances of killing the vrolikai is higher than his chances of killing the balor. Taking advantage of the fact that the demons were preoccupied with attacking his allies, Jack hid himself among the shadows and approached the demons for a sneak attack.Move: H24Stealth:(1d20+75)[78]Attack:(1d20+36)[46]Confirm:(1d20+36)[41]Damage:(1d10+6)[9]Crit Damage:(1d10+6)[15]Sneak Attack Damage:(12d6)[35]Strength Damage: 2 (crippling strike)Master Strike: Make a DC 31 fortitude save or dieUpon firing his crossbow, Jack hid himself again, planning his next even as the bolt flew towards its target.Stealth:(1d20+65)[71]Spoiler Hide Current Weapon: +6 Heavy Crossbow (crit 10/X2, bypass DR/piercing, DR/magic, DR/coldiron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR/epic, seeking, 240 feet range, 99/100 crossbow bolts remaining) Other Weapons: Rod of Surprises (+1 weapon, damage and crit varies, bypass DR/magic) +6 Light Swordbow (speed, ghost touch, crit 15/X2 as a rapier and 20/X3 as a shortbow, 60 feet range, bypass DR/piercing, DR/magic, DR/coldiron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR epic) +6 Sunblade (holy, anarchic, bane (devils), crit 19/X2, bypass DR/slashing, DR/magic, DR/coldiron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR/epic) Gloves of Endless Javelins (+1 force javelin, crit 20/X2, 30 feet range) Current AC: 50 HP: 309/309 Blur: The mantle of great stealth provides partial concealment that creates a 20% miss chance. Fast Healing and Regeneration: Heal 4 HP/round Necklace of Adaptation: can breathe in any environment and immune to inhaled poisons Glib Lie: if a caster uses detect truth on Jack, then then he/she must make a caster level check with a DC of 20 in order for the spell to work Concealed Thoughts: Jack can choose which thoughts to reveal to someone who cast detect thoughts or similar spells to read his mind. Elude Detection: Befuddle divinations as if under the effect of a nondetection spell with a caster level of 25. If the ability is dispelled, it cannot be resumed for 1D4 rounds. Spells and Special Abilities Nonmagical Aura: hide the magical aura of an object - 2/day (uses remaining: 2) Haste: Boots of swiftness allows the use of haste - 3/day (uses remaining: 3) Mask Alignment: alter alignment for the purposes of alignment detection spells, damage from alignment based attacks still apply - at will Slippery Mind: If Jack fails a saving throw against an enchantment spell or ability, he can make another saving throw 1 round later at the same DC - 1/round Underhanded: If Jack makes a sneak attack with a concealed weapon during the surprise round, and the target does not know about the concealed weapon, then sneak attack deals max damage. - 7/day (uses remaining: 7) Gale dodged out from under the first swipe of the dark flames, only to scream out in pain and terror as the second strike slammed into her body, knocking her down to one knee. A second swipe followed quickly after, the strike slicing across the Mephling's chest.On instinct, she rolled out of the way of the other attacks, dodging the flurry of attacks as best she could. Once the creature finished its attack, Gale gritted her teeth and forced herself back up to her feet. She would not be laid low by just that.Holding her knife loosely in one hand, Gale prepared to fight back. She knew that retrieving her flute would be suicide, so she fell back on a different tactic: She started to sing.A song of courage and determination, a song of victory. She sung for herself, and for all the others who stood alongside her. She would not go quietly into the dark against these monsters; she still had work to do, and the Song buzzed behind her ears as always, reminding her that she could not let herself die here. The song she sung was bolstered by a second source of music; something much more primal, much more dangerous, which spoke of a sadness older than time itself. A thin film of light seemed to coat Gale, as well as any allies that stood close enough for the music to extend to them.The Music, and the Song besides, flowing through her, Gale darted forward and slashed at the Demon, a Blast of Sound slamming into it as she moved to attack her foe.Spoiler Hide Song of the White Raven lets me start a Bardic Music performance as a Swift Action while I'm in a White Raven Stance (I'm in Bolstering Voice), and Combine Disciplines lets me combine a Seeker Music performance with a Bardic Music performance, so they only cost 1 round of Music use to maintain both and can be started with the same action. I've started both Inspire Courage and Lament of Unrestrained Energy (Sonic). All my Allies within 30ft have Sonic Resistance 20 and +6/+6 to attack and Damage. As a free action, because I'm playing Lament of Unrestrained Energy, I can use the assocaited refrain to deal a No-Save 15d6 Sonic Energy blast to the Vrolikai Speaking of which, lets get my full attack action underway Attack 1 (1d20+35)[44] Confirm (1d20+35)[51] Damage (1d3+18)[20] Crit Damage (2d3+36)[40] Attack 2 (1d20+30)[44] Confirm (1d20+30)[31] Damage (1d3+18)[19] Crit Damage (2d3+36)[40] Attack 3 (1d20+25)[35] Confirm (1d20+25)[36] Damage(1d3+18)[21] Crit Damage (1d3+18)[21] Attack 4 (1d20+20)[30] Confirm (1d20+20)[36] Damage (1d3+18)[19] Crit Damage (1d3+18)[20] Lament of Unrestrained Energy, Refrain: (15d6)[54] Sonic Damage I don't need to make an attack roll for this, nor does The Vrolikai get a save against it, although if it has Sonic Energy resistance, that applies. Fortitude Save 1 (DC27) (1d20+30)[40] Fortitude Save 2 (DC27) (1d20+30)[47] Status:Spoiler Hide Equipment: +5 Harmonising Splitting Seeking Composite (+5) Bow of Songs (Bardic Music effects persist for 10 rounds after the bard finishes performing. All arrows are magically split once fired, making two seperate attack rolls against the same creature (Requires Precise Shot), applying additional sources of damage to both arrows. Ignores Miss Chance due to concealment. Can expend a Bardic Music use for the day to add Charisma to Attack and Damage rolls for all attacks made in a single round) Bypasses DR/Piercing, DR/Magic, DR/Cold Iron, DR/Silver, DR/Adamantine, DR/Alignment +5 Adamantine Eager Warning Dagger (Grants +5 (Insight) and +2 (Untyped) Bonus to Initiative, +2 (Untyped) Bonus to Attack and Damage Rolls during Surprise rounds, can be drawn as a Free Action. Ignores hardness less than 20) Bypasses DR/Slashing, DR/Piercing, DR/Magic, DR/Cold Iron, DR/Silver, DR/Adamantine, DR/Alignment +5 Vorpal Instrument Blade (On Critical Hits, decapitates enemies, automatically killing them. Is inneffective against creatures that do not require a Head to live) Bypasses DR/Slashing, DR/Magic, DR/Cold Iron, DR/Silver, DR/Adamantine, DR/Alignment AC 44 (34 Touch, 32 Flatfooted) HP 265/237 Currently in Stance: Bolstering Voice (+2 Bonus on Will Saves for all allies, +4 Bonus to Will Saves against Fear Effects) Maneuvers readied: Greater Divine Surge (1), White Raven Tactics (2), Order Forged From Chaos (3), Radiant Charge (4) and White Raven Strike (5) Access to: 4 5 Ring of Terrible Evasion (Ring of Terrible Cost+Ring of Evasion): Grants Evasion, as the rogue class feature. Contains a +5 Profane bonus that can be added on any roll (Attack, Damage, Skill, Initiative, etc, etc) in exchange for burning 10hp that cannot be healed until the bonus in the ring is expended. Ring of Protective Shield (Ring of Protection +5 + Ring of Force Shield): Grants a +5 Deflection Bonus. Grants the ability to generate a Shield of Force (equivalent to a Wall of Force spell) as a Free Action from the ring. Skirmisher Boots of Battledancing (Skirmisher Boots + Slippers of Battledancing): 2/day can be used to grant an additional Ranged or Melee Attack as a Swift Action (Charges remaining: 2), as long as you have moved 10' already in that turn. Also provides a 10' increase to landspeed, and when you move more than 10' in a turn you can use your Charisma modifier to determine Attack and Damage rather than Strength/Dexterity when using 1H or Light Weapons. Chronocharm of the Celestial Wanderer/Fateweaver: Once per day, as an Immediate Action, can reroll a Perception/Acrobatics check. This result replaces the original result, even if it is worse Chronocharm of the Horizon Walker: Once per day, as a Swift Action, can move an additional 15' Bardic Music Rounds remaining 60/62 Currently Performing: Inspire Courage (Allies gain a +6 [Morale] Bonus on saves against Fear or Charm effects, and a +6 [Competence] bonus on Attack and Damage rolls) Lament of Unrestrained Energy [Sonic] (Allies within 30ft gain Energy Resistance 20 to the specified Energy Type)

Scales of the Planes

SuperQuiet [1x1 Dove+Keo ]

(images sourced from web, edited by keo.)About five years ago planet Earth was in chaos, the troops in Afghanistan and Iraq were under increasing pressures over the race to dominate the fuel industries, the war was raging out of control and something had to be done to help bring it to a conclusion, the American government under the go ahead from the current president decided that the only way to solve a super problem was with a collection of supers, after much trial and error they finally created a platform in which they could begin to monitor people. They selected the chosen ones from spies around the country and they brought them against their will to their testing lab, a total of ten people were brought for testing, two did not comply with the procedures, one sadly had complications, the file for which has been ‘lost’ eventually there were four extra ordinary people who were advanced beyond the realms of ordinary text book science to perform in keeping the war in control. It wasn’t the usual fuel that was being mined for it was a fuel that was unheard of, dangerous and in the wrong hands potentially dangerous to not only America but the whole world. Said fuel is now under control at a top secret lab, peace exists and the four Americans were no longer needed, their legacy is remembered by millions of people across the world and they are celebrated yet the people don’t truly know of the stories these four people lived and many questioned their powers and believed they were just figureheads. Despite that they had a large fandom and this created problems for them to return to a normal life. they were paid off to keep quiet, given a small apartment in Miami, Florida and told to never speak of the events that happened. Of course the war continues but for a much safer fossil fuel and the world could continue to rotate on its axis knowing that the war for power was over. There was very little fallout from this war, except of course the four supers, for whom living an ordinary life became difficult.Zane still had his sunglasses on his face as he stared up at the wooden ceiling fan, it spun around on its centre pin blowing cool air into his face. His head felt like it was filled with a heavy weight, all he could hear to his left was the sound of the treadmill ticking over, the sound felt to Zane as if it was getting louder, he cleared his throat for attention, he kept doing so but there was no such response. He coughed loudly and sat up, “You’re always running, you never stop, what the hell are you doing at this hour?” Zane regretted sitting up his head pounded from the poor decisions of last night.Alex wasn’t out of breath he wasn’t even tired he was just pushing through he had nothing to do, besides, Zane was lying on the television remote. He hopped off the treadmill. “You’re awake, I thought you might have died. You were very still.”Zane’s face flickered with a slight confusion, “Let me get this straight, you thought I was dead so you didn’t even try to wake me?” He saw Alex shrug,“I just figured maybe you didn’t want to wake. You drink yourself to near death I thought perhaps it was your intention.” He looked at the floor, he knew it was a bad move, He could pick Zane up in one hand and throw him out the window if he wanted to, that didn’t stop him being terrified of Zane. “Oh, also,” Alex continued bravely, “This hour is two in the afternoon, by all accounts that’s a perfectly normal time for anyone to go for a jog. Some of us are not trying to kill off our own brain cells with alcohol, how does that even work, Zane, you’re not immortal like me.”“You’re not immortal,” Zane drawled. “And I don’t know. Magic?” He suggested, but he’d wished he hadn’t been asked such a ridiculous answer because before he could stop himself his own mind began cycling through facts about the human body, the human brain and how memory worked and there was nothing he could do to stop it the scenes from the war flooded his head and made it difficult to see straight. “You, Alex, Are an arsehole has anyone ever mentioned that?!” He shouted. He didn’t like to raise his voice often because he was nearly always reprimanded by one of the girls. The size of the small apartment always set Vixen's teeth on edge. She enjoyed open space and being crowded in such a place with three others was even worse. The feline like female much preferred a space of her own and was once accustomed to such a thing. Sadly, that was no longer the case. And, unfortunately for her, it also meant that she could hear everything going on. Alex and Zane fighting, it was no different than usual. She would normally go out there and reprimand the two but she didn't feel like it. Instead, she was sitting on her queen sized bed with magazines and nail polish. She was the atypical female in that aspect. Her dark hair was twisted up in a bun and a dress adorned her body. Soft and pretty. What a false impression. On the other hand La Rue, an contradiction to her red hair, was business like and quiet. She was rather no nonsense. La Rue cringed at the sound of the bickering from the living area. She was in her bedroom/office combo working on a project. She never revealed those to the others and was sometimes even prone to conduct experiments on them without their knowledge. It was one of the few ways she could truly amuse herself these days. Damn government and throwing away the 'special' ones. She shook her head, took off her cat eye glasses, and rubbed her eyes. The boys were just as obnoxious. La Rue clipped out of her room in her smart heels, always one to wear shoes inside, and into the living area. They were going at it again. She sighed and crossed her arms under her breasts, "Well, boys, can you not go at least one day without interrupting my work. Zane, you know what happens when you... fall asleep out here. Especially in an area that Alex works out in. Then again, Alex, I am sure you did that on purpose anyways." Zane shook his head, "He could see I was sleeping! That's just plain rude." He sighed angrily and grabbed his car keys, before he had time to even project any force field they were snatched out of his hand by Alex. "Fine I'll walk," He said grumpily, he left the flat and thudded down the stairs muttering angrily to himself, he was dressed only in thick grey joggers and a thin loose red vest, his hair was a mess he hadn't shaved for a few days, visably he looked awful, atleast his state was disguise enough, it was crazy to think that this one person was once the pinacle of the news headlines, it was odd to think that teamed up with three friends he saved planet earth and restored justice, it sounded beautiful, it sounded epic. Epic as in a grand scale epic.He went into his usual corner shop and bought his lads mag and a collection of alcohol in varying strengths. The storeman wished him a pleasant day.Alex slumped onto the sofa, there were crumbs in the grooves and cans littering the floor, "This place is a state, seriously." He looked up at La Rue, "Sit with me?" He offered, he just couldn't be alone. "I always work out in the afternoon!" He said, and the morning... and the evening he corrected in his own mind. "I'm so bored. I'm almost bored enough to let Zane experiement on me." He said with a wry smile. Zane had been pestering Alex for months. La Rue rolled her eyes as Zane left. He was the worst pain in her ass, besides Vixen, of course. She turned back to Alex, shaking her head, "No. Of course I won't sit with you. You of all people should know I am not one to get all clingy with. And if you wish to let him experiment on you then by all means let him. I actually have a job I am working on. How else do you think we pay for the bills? Sure, the pay off was nice but it's starting to dwindle. However we managed to do that..." She shook her head, put her glasses on once again and stalked off to her room. They weren't really in danger of losing anything. The government no longer really felt threatened by the group and the pay off hadn't been as nice as La Rue had wanted. She had to have some income to pay for her experiments, right? Vixen, on the other hand, supported her clothing habit straight from the home's group fund. Designer clothes and name brand items. Shoes. Bags. Lotions. Make up. Even her sheets. She listened as La Rue closed her door and frowned. Vixen pushed herself off her bed and quickly changed into something sporty- a pair of spandex short shorts and a sports bra. She sauntered on out to the living room. Vixen, smiling brightly at Alex, said, "I'll keep you company if you want. I actually need exorcise still at some point." Alex rolled his eyes, "I'm joking, I wouldn't let Zane touch me with any of his crazy experiements did you hear he wanted to cut my leg off to see if it would regrow like a starfish!" He watched her leave and repeated himself, "Like a Starfish, Rue!" He shuffled over to give Vixen more space to the sofa next to him, "A starfish, Vix, do i look like a starfish? No. What if I never grew it back? Huh? A bloody stump leg." He said with a sigh. Just because he could regrow didn't mean it wasn't painful, it was incredibly painful. "I thought we were okay about money." He said concerned.Zane came back into the apartment as quietly as he could so as not to disturb anyone, he didn't want any questions. Alex may not have needed super hearing to hear Zane clumsily enter the flat, still obviously drunken."we're fine, we have money, we got all the money we need we got everything but you know... you know what we got most?" He said as he flopped onto the sofa wedging himself in between Alex and Vixen, "We got each other. Tha's all that matters."Alex looked visibly disgusted, "You've been smoking again Zane, and you stink you actually smell, do you ever shower?" He tried to stretch himself as far away from Zane as possible but Zane's arm flopped over his shoulder holding him there. He didn't even know how one person could be drunk so often, he tried drinking, he really tried to get drunk but his body processed the poison in his body too quickly for the effects to set in, he wished he could numb everything like Zane did, it was the only thing he envied about Zane." 'Ave you done sommat with your hair again Vixie?" He looked at her through his shades. He took a long swig from the bottle he clutched in his hand.Alex sighed irritated, looking after Zane was like looking after a child sometimes. It was stupid how intellegent Zane was and how little he knew about living. That was alright for Alex to think though, he found that most of the time he couldn't even set foot outside the apartment or interact with normal human beings. It had made him lonely, he was glad Vixen liked him though. La Rue had just rolled her eyes once more at what Alex had said. She found herself doing that a lot more lately. She usually just stayed in her room or would disappear for various lengths of time without telling anyone. She didn't ask or answer questions. She was pretty much a shut in when it came to the others. At least, as much as possible. They all irked her in some way. Vixen's materialism. Zane's drunkard ways and Alex's exercising. They all managed to get in her way some way or another. -- Vixen visibly jumped away from Zane when he had taken his seat. His smell assaulted her sensitive nose and she hissed at him. Actually hissed. The feline DNA infused with her own tended to do that. The heightened senses were nice when she wasn't around this man. "No. You have your drinks and your smokes... and whatever else bad habits that you do. For being a brainiac, you're pretty stupid sometimes." Her voice was annoyed but she didn't get up. She couldn't possibly leave Alex here on his own with Zane. "And, my hair has been the same as it's always been." She sniffed, tossing a glance over at Alex. What were they to do? Zane did really seem like the type that listened to anyone else. An intervention would do no good. Vixen snorted at the thought, grabbing the alcohol out of Zane's hand. She sniffed it and balked, "Oh my god. This thing has to be almost pure spirits." She exclaimed. Zane laughed at Vixen's reaction, sometimes he would forget how catlike she was, "If I scratched you behind the ears would that be a turn on?" He asked cheekily, he knew how to push everyone's buttons and he did it sometimes just to please himself. "Al, buddy," He pinched Alex hard in the arm, it quickly turned purple then green then yellow before fading in a matter of seconds."Hm, interesting." He noted."So Alex, what's your relationship with Miss Vixen here then anyway?" Zane asked but before he could react Alex grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him off the sofa, knocking the bottle out of his hand."It's none of your buisiness and don't think you can forcefield your way out of this one." Alex growled through his teeth at Zane, he'd been waiting weeks for a good chance to fight him, Alex dragged Zane to the bathroom and put him in the bath the turned the shower on and let the shower drench Zane. Zane meekly tried to put up a field against the water but it was no use."You are a bad guy Alex, a real bad guy, I'll get you back for this." Zane said but the water kept cutting him off. Alex called out for Vixen and La Rue. "Little help?""You will not experiment on me you should try experimenting on yourself first! Start with getting yourself clean." Alex continued to hold Zane to the base of the bath."You should get out more buddy." Zane laughed until he inhaled some water and began choking."I will crush you!" Alex yelled, "I mean it."Zane grinned manically, "I think this is the bit where we make out Alex," he scoffed, "I mean really you took me to the bathroom, you got me soaked in water." The water was surprisingly sobering and Zane began to repel Alex slightly, but it wasn't enough to match his strength."KISS ME ALEX!" he yelled at the top of his lungs."Shut up, the neighbours will hear." He shot a worried look in the girl's direction. Vixen snorted, "Something, anything from you would be a huge turn off. Especially something like that." What a pain in the ass. She thought, watching as Alex dragged Zane off. What a pair. Vixen hopped off the couch and peered in through the door, watching them. "Man, if I didn't know any better, I'd say our Zane here had a crush on you Alex." She grinned at Zane in a mocking manner, placing her hand on her hip, "And don't worry Alex, the neighbors already here everything. They probably just get a kick out of it anyways. Or thanking their Lord that it wasn't them in our situation." She sniffed. Behind her, La Rue had come up. Her eyes were narrowed, wondering what the others were up to now, "You know. It'd be nice if just for a few minutes we had some quiet. I mean, isn't that the point of the war being over? And Zane, even though you're under the water, even I can still smell your stench. Seriously, learn to bathe yourself then maybe Alex wouldn't have to do this." She made a motion with her hands, "As it is, we can't exactly kick you out or something of the sort." A mocking tinge of sadness seeped through her voice. "Anyways," She tossed them all a look, "I'll be gone for the rest of the night. Tah-tah." She turned on her heel, grabbed a bag she left by the door and left. She was off to some convention or another for the night. Alex let go of Zane with a disgusted look, "You ruin everything. You're supposed to be clever, figure this one out. We're broken, you can fix things fix us."Alex said dramatically as he left to change his shirt, "I hope the neighbours don't hear everything," he said worriedly to Vixen as he removed his shirt his chiselled chest was a constant reminder of who he was no matter how many times he tried to slice his muscles off. He'd litterally taken a knife to his biceps before but they were healed in the morning."Erh... Bye?" He said quietly to Rue. "Vix, where does she disappear to all the time should we be worried for her safety?" He pulled on a clean shirt and walked into the kitchen he looked into the cupboards deeply "someone needs to go shopping were out of everything." He said amazed. The girls did t eat much surely or atleast they didn't look like they ate a great deal and sane was Lwys to drunk to eat really and he knew he didn't eat that my h surely. lex must have underestimated the speed in which food decays as the last shop was some weeks ago and it wasn't by himself.Sane lay back in the bath and submerged his head under the water he didn't know what to do he felt completely helpless he stayed underwater until he couldn't hold it any longer and had a shower he the. Brushed his teeth and combed his hair before attempting to finally shave . Unfortunately this lead to a few cuts to the face which he swore about rather loudly. we're brokenrun loud and clear in his mind. Alex was right, ZAne was impressed. La Rue, was in fact, at a 'convention' that the government ran. People of all nationalities were there and were looking to... buy. La Rue was actually there on behalf of a foreign government. One that hadn't played the fields as much during the last war. She investigated while also looking for things to purchase herself. Many different scientists and big government names hovered about, many would drone on about themselves. She didn't want to hear it but she was one of the few apparently young women. And a redhead to boot. She was also hoping a job would be coming in for her and the other super-powered here soon. There was rumors that another country was starting its own such research. That could spell disaster for America. It wasn't even over fuel this time. Just an arms race like the Cold War. -- Vixen sauntered out to the kitchen as well, "Well, I could go grocery shopping butttt, it's not the type of shopping I like." She said with a teasing pout, "We could go out to dinner maybe before grocery shopping? It's the least you could do if you want food in this house." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, obviously picking on him. "I mean, I do eat an awfully lot considering how skinny I am." Alex shook his head furiously. "No I... I don't like eating out." He rubbed his forehead with stress and rummaged around. He pulled out a bad of pasta and some baked beans. " we could have beans on pasta?" He suggested. He wanted nothing to do with the outside world he always feared that he would just expose who he was to everyone and they would capture him and do crazy things to him like the government did. He liked his life before the war and before everything happened he had a great time he had amazing friends now he had to put up with Zane and La Rou atleast v ix was nice to him which was more than he deserved sometimes wih his stubbornness."What's the problem?" Zane asked as he walked into the kitchen he seemed oblivious to the lack of foodin the cupboards but the frightened look on Alex's face did t go amiss. "Oh god Vixen you didn't tell him you were taking him for walkies did you?" Zane laughed, Alex you told me to fix things how can I solve this problem if you can even step one foot out the door?" Zane said sensibly." I can step out he door it's just a principle I don't want to go out. I'm too recognisable." He said shy he'd notice Zanes cleaner appearance but was too afraid to say anything after all he did just wrestle Zane into the bath. Vixen shrugged, tugging her hair our of its bun, slightly annoyed. She wished she could get Alex to get up the courage to just come out with her once in awhile. It didn't help that Zane was constantly on him, probably knocking down any courage or curiosity gained. Running a hand through her dark hair, she peered over at Zane, "At least you clean up good. You personality is ugly enough. It'd be worse if we had to look at something that matched your insides. Not to mention that lingering stench only I can smell." She wrinkled her nose for effect, "But, pasta should be fine. I'll go shopping later I guess." She padded off to her room to change out of her sports clothes and into a pair of jeans and tank top. She had to change clothes at least three or for different times a day. She paused on her way out of her room to peer into the mirror. It just happened that she had a less hard time getting out. After the war she was given a relatively new face. It was still a little Asian but showed very little of her descent. She frowned at this, the cat like eyes at the very least appealed to her more. She never completely was recognized. Once great heroes were now down to... this? She shook her head, it was sad. Shaking it off, Vixen went back out to the kitchen, "Dinner almost ready yet?" She leaned against the counter. -- La Rue, currently at one of the tables, was looking at a vague explanation of an experiment. It said something about improving the human physique. It seemed to set off alarms in her head. This was likely that experiment. She flipped it open. It showed blurred faced photos of people in different scenarios and a brief explanations on how they did better than the normal human. She frowned mentally, keeping her face stoic outside. She would have to look into that sometime further to try and yield more information.I hope the role play isn't boring you. ^.^" (not at all, is it boring you, what do you want to happen next? srry for the absence, I had no energy to post after work yesterday i was there from 11am till 1 am D: still tired xx )Zane raised his eyebrows, "Ouch, burn." he said rather irritated, he could dish out all the negatives to people but he couldn't really take them. "Girls can be so catty" He laughed at his accidental pun. "Oh did you see that one Al? did you see it?" He laughed stupidly, he looked at Alex to was sat on the high stool in the kitchen with a sullen look on his face."I got it." He replied sadly.Zane breathed out slowly, "You okay?" He asked, half concerned, half curious."No." Alex said simply, he leant against the counter. "I'm bored, I'm bored of this life, I'm bored of not having a job, I can't get employment because I can't leave the flat. And you.""What about me?" Zane asked,"Not just you," Alex replied, "All of us, we all just seem like we're waiting, like we don't know what we're waiting for but we're just waiting and I'm tired of it."Zane gave an apologetic face, "Maybe you need to see a shrink, mate.""Maybe you need to go to an AA meeting or two."Zane smirked, "Low blow, Al, I've got this under control." He said, contradicting himself by unscrewing the cap of some cheap cider.Alex looked up at Vixen, "Zane's cooking." He lied with a half smile. OMG! What a shift to work. O.O The longest I ever had was from 9 am to 6:30 pm. As for what to happen, I am setting it up so La Rue, like, discovers new humans being experimented on by an enemy country and therefore we can have... (drum roll) super villains! XD Vixen rolled her eyes at Zane. What an alcoholic. But they were both right. Shopping and parties and the like were her own version of waiting. Meaningless tasks that dulled her senses enough so she could feel normal once in awhile. Either way, they were stuck here, under the government's thumb. It was not a comfortable feeling for her. "It may be boring now but hopefully things perk up soon enough." Her tone was sarcastic as she grimaced but, she could feel something coming. "Zane? Cook? He'll like drown it with alcohol." She teased. -- The convention was coming to a close and she had managed to find out little more than what the pamphlet had said. All she knew was that Russia was up to something. Again. Wasn't the Cold War enough? Now, a battle for super humans. Sounds good can our super people go for training?))Zane shook his head " I would not waste a single drop of this on anyone." He said with a half smile he left the kitchen and slouched on the sofa infringement of the tv.Alex watched Zane jealously he wished he could be as happy as Zane seemed even if that meant continual drinking."Hey Zane if you give up alcohol for a week ill do the next weekly shop for everyone." He said seriously he wasn't goin to help himself without helping others.Zane rolled his eyes. "Erh no?" He scoffed, what was the point? "Vixie you like shopping hun why don't you take over Alex's turn every time?" Yeah, sure. But they aren't really told why, only La Rue knows maybe?Vixen scoffed in turn, "Nah. I prefer shopping for clothes as opposed to food. I can't be the only one shopping, my dear alcoholic. I understand La Rue not shopping, but it's not like you put in any more effort that Alex except for your booze and girly magazines." She then pulled out dishes and things for dinner after deciding it'd be easiest to get the cooking done herself. "I just hope we can get out of this rut soon enough." She frowned as she boiled the water for the pasta. -- La Rue was currently talking with officials of the U.S. government about what she had learned. There was not a whole lot they could do at this point, they told her, other than to prepare everyone again. She was warned away from telling the others she lived with. It worried her a great deal in turn, that her teammates were to be kept in the dark. ( good idea :) )"Soon enough?" Zane scoffed, "Which bit of eternity wasn't clear to you, we're stuck here forever and thats a scary thought, I don't blame Alex for trying to kill himself... What is if now 48 times? Have you considered electricution?" Zane asked politely."You made me stand on the roof in the storm once. But I didn't get struck, and you tried tasering me once. It really hurt." Alex complained, althought his attempted suicides were no joke, he found it very embarrassing once he had healed, the only time he left the flat was when he jumped off it, luckily no body else saw as La Rue and Vixen pulled him in and put him to bed for a few days."I wonder what it feels like to die." Zane asked."I'm nopt sure if I have properly died and then come back but it's like the worst pain ever multiplied by a thousdand and its so uncomfortable and you think of everything and then nothing and then you're alive again and you have no idea how long you've been out for." Alex said seriously."Have you tried a taller building maybe?" Zane pondered. Vixen walked over to Zane and swatted him on the back of the head, "Jeez, you really know how to tear into others. Focus on your own problems before you nitpick at someone else's. We all have our own reasons for our habits, yours seems to be attempting to drown the brain cells that you apparently don't know how to use." She scoffed before heading back over to the noodles that just finished cooking. What was said was true though, she just didn't choose a path of self destruction as it seemed the boys were prone to do. Finally, dinner was ready and set. With a sigh, Vixen plopped down into her chair. What a bland meal. You'd figure that they could at least higher a cook for this place to make the food and a maid or something to clean and shop. -- La Rue was currently pacing in her hotel room. The government officials had left and with them, the tension that had weighed down the air. She contemplated going home early even though she would have no chance at warning anyone. She would be watched. Any slip of the tongue and the government had threatened to not only harm her but to experiment harshly on her friends once again. She shuddered, none of them needed that. Zane rubbed the back of his head, "Ow?" He said, his reactions were too slow to protect himself. "I'm not nitpicking, We're just haveing a conversation right Alex?"Alex shruged, "Erh, yeah." He didn't want Vixen fighting his own battles, "Leave off Zane for a bit, he's obviously drunk, again, he doesn't know what he's saying it's just a conversation." Although Alex was considering electrocution pretty heavily. He'd never really tried any voltage that could kill the average person, he couldn't be indestructable to everything. Was it just ages that was going to kill him? he shuddered at the thought."This is, nice." He said to Vixen trying his best to compliment her efforts. It was a very boring dish though, but atleast he wouldn't go hungry. "Rue say when she's comming back?" Alex asked Vixen.Zane accidentally kicked the table when he got up, knocking over a glass of water, "Sorry! Sorry, my missstake." He apologized and unplugged the microwave in the kitchen, he carried it under one arm. "I'll see you guys later." He didn't want any questions about the microwave, he just hoped they wouldn't ask, because the microwave may not return. "I'll lay off him when he lays off you. I don't know how blind you think I am to what is said and what not." She shook her head and took care of her own dishes. "Ahh, I am going to leave cleaning up to you since I ended up cooking. I'm going to the store down the street to grab some basic groceries." She told him before going to grab her purse and leaving. She hoped nothing went on while she was away. Between those two, anything could happen. -- La Rue had finally decided that it wasn't worth it to stay in the hotel over night. She just didn't want, even though she usually savored the time that she was away from home. Shaking her head, she packed up whatever she had unpacked earlier. She looked around to make sure nothing was left behind before leaving. She wondered at what took place while she was away. She arrived back at the house just as Vixen left. She arched an eyebrow at the other woman and had a bad feeling about what happened while she was gone. More arguments is likely. It really was like living with a bunch of kids. La Rue made her way into the apartment and spotted Alex, "What exactly happened?" She questioned, motioning to the door for the way that Vixen had went. Alex pouted, it was so unmanly and a complete contrast to his excellent physique "I'm my own man I can fight my own battles Vix... See you later don't forget ice pops the ones in the plastic sleeve." He said with a childish grin completely undermining what he had just said. His favourite were he cola flavoured. Zane shook his head and laughed he out the microwave in his room and as he was just heading into the kitchen for he screwdriver La Rue entered the apartment. Zane decided he could get the yellow handlers screwdriver later he'd use the red for now he didn't want a scalding from Rue as well.Alex looked at her innocently, "Nothing why?" He asked politely,"so where have you been for hours you missed dinner and we don't have any food in till Vix is back." He said, quickly dodging the topic he didn't need to feel humiliated by Rue for not beig able to fight his own battles. La Rue simply ignored the question. The 'innocent' look he was trying to pull off was not fooling her. She had a bad feeling about something. La Rue set her bag down, brushing back loose strands of her black hair and sighed, "I see the microwave is missing. I really hope this is not some new attempt at suicide that Zane tried to con you into. It's just his form of experimenting on you." She raised a slim eye brow as she leaned against the wall, her eyes narrowing. She really wished she could answer his question in turn but that was impossible. She was to say nothing of what had transpired. Alex looked at the space where the microwave once stood. "Woah, you know what I don't even think I saw him take it, maybe... maybe thieves snuck in and stole it or something maybe it has nothing to do with whatever Zane's planning for me." Alex frowned at her, "Why are you always so damn quiet! You're not doing something illegal are you?" he worried, the last thing he wanted was some attention from the cops. It would expose them all.Zane was currently extracting the fuse from the plug, without the fuse he could multiply the power income and it would still continue to run without popping the fuse and shutting off, he was hoping he could reconfigure the wires. Unfortuntaly his hands were clumsy and rewiring was a bit of a problem when his vision kept sliding in and out of focus. La Rue frowned. "So, Zane did take it. He really needs to stop these crazy experiments. Especially when he is drunk. He will damage himself more than you at this rate. And I do not mean the alcohol he insists on using to slow down his brain." She shook her head. La Rue pushed off the wall and collected her things. "Just be careful around him right now while he has this in mind." She then walked off to her bedroom to take care of her bags. She unpacked everything and... even found a note. It was just another reminder, seemingly harmless in its message but, it was anything but that.--Vixen had finished grocery shopping finally. No one had recognized her but, that was not a surprise for her. She lugged the heavy grocery bags into the kitchen dramatically. She had bought more than she had planned on. The air was tense around her and she looked around seriously. She shrugged and started to put things away. The microwave was missing. She didn't know what too make of that. Alex sighed, "I never said he took it were just making assumptions here." Rue had walked out of the kitchen before he had finished. He didn't know what to do with himself but he knew it was best to leave Rue alone when she went to her room. He wasn't completely stupid he could tell something was up, she was even more secretive than usual and Alex didn't like that he liked to think of the. All as a family. Even if it was a totlly disfunctional one at that. Alex quietly peaked in through the gap in zane's door.Zane had found a part of the microwave he foun particularly interesting he took it appar and looked through his tool chest to see if he could modify it in anyway to increase its strength beyond the manufactures preset settings. It was a long shot but Zane could almost visualise the numbers and equations in his head to cracking the tricky wiiring until he remembered Iraq. His hands felt hot and sweaty, he then felt cold and shivery he dropped the screwdriver onto his workshop table. He thought he was going to vomit. Zane pushed past Alex without thinking what he was here and raced to the toilet. He didn't actual vomit but he did feel ill.Alex heard Vixen come home with the shopping and he started to help her to put it away into the cupboards. "Rue's home she came in just as you left don't know if you saw her and I think Zanes ill." He said Dillon her in on every thing that had happened in the time she was gone. Which wasn't very long, Alex was glad Vixen had the responsibility of shopping this time because she was so well organised to getting groceries. Vixen shrugged, "La Rue. I feel something is up with her lately." And then she frowned. Zane might be a pain in the ass but it was a pity he was sick. Drinking made him look sick enough. She wrinkled her nose at the thought, "Well, hopefully he gets better soon. It doesn't help that he drinks so much." She sighed at the thought and finished taking care of the groceries. "Thank you for the help. At least someone knows a few manners." Vixen yawned and glanced at the clock, it was already pretty late despite the fact she had just been shopping. "Anyways, I am off for some sleep. I'll see you in the morning." She thought about giving him a hug but decided against it. She was just feeling needy.Vixen sauntered off to her room and took a quick shower. She finished twenty minutes later, braided her long hair so it did;t tangle at night, got dressed and hopped into her canopied bed. She flipped on some music and sunk back into bed, pulling the silk sheets up to her chin. 'I hope nothing too big is going on with La Rue, despite the fact that we need some excitement.'--La Rue had changed into her pajamas, a simple nightgown, and was already in bed. She had her laptop out and was looking up more information on Russia. For any rumors or sightings that people might have about the experiments. What she was finding was very little but rather creepy to her. She shuddered at the last one before turning it off and putting it away. She plopped back onto her pillows and let out a breath of air. This all did not bode well. Alex let Zane settle back in his room before he went to knock to check if he was alright.Zane's face looked sweaty and pale, Alex sighed as Zane let him in, "You really need to stop drinking buddy, because... well look at you, you're a mess. What's that?" His thoughts were interupted as he saw the parts from the microwave in a new shape attached to several batteries taped together."Oh it's an amplified electrode wave creator thing." Zane said with a shakey grin. I just need someone to test it on."what does it do?" Alex asked suspiciously."Well, if i got the voltage right it should inhibit movements in a selected region, however an input to the spine should be enough to radiate the body and completely immobilise." Zane said excitedly."Zane, you know we don't know if I react well to electricity or not." Alex frowned."look, you want me to test it on myself?" Zane said seriously. He began to charge the two needles. "Come here." He said with a smile.Alex looked nervous but he touched the end with his finger where the little lightnigh bolts were firing across the pins.He let out a large yelp of pain and his finger felt frozen he couldn't move it. "Zane..."Zane grinned, "Look you're fine now. Take off your shirt I need to listen to your heart and breathing."Alex followed Zane's command as always, he didn't know why he listened to Zane or even trusted him, but Zane practically saved his life once and he felt he owed him something."could you just reach that book for me a second?" He asked and pointed at a book on the shelf."Okay sure Zane!" Alex said, Alex shouldn't have trusted Zane.Zane's background was one of mistrust he'd never had a best friend he'd cheated on his three girlfriends when he was growing up. Even the force who created him were warey of where his honestly and trust lay. In one swift movement zane protected himself in a force field bubble and his the switch on the new device, sparks flew around the room, and from wires taped to the ceiling lightning was created, it showered around Alex and the noise was enough to wake the entire appartment.Alex let out a deafening scream himself as the lighning rain attacked every inch of his body and struck him right though to his heart. He collapsed to the floor in agonising pain as his heart began to spasm furiously, his eyes glittered from the sparks and he froze. Sensing danger Zane flicked the switch back off and released his secure bubble...."Alex?" he whispered worriedly. Alex twiched on the floor and then his whole body went limp. "Oh... shoot." Zane scratched his head, he was too nervous to check for a pulse.

SuperQuiet [1x1 Dove+Keo ]

The White Russian (Sweet Cherry Pie and TheVillian)

Vanessa couldn't help but smile to herself as she sat behind the computer at her desk. In the small, back office of her new business, the svelte blonde sat checking the books on another day's work. She couldn't believe the progress she was making. In only a few short months, she'd managed to take a small, startup loan and turn it into a thriving, successful pet clothing shop. It was a rather silly idea, admittedly, but when you think about how many people have pets, and how many of those pet-owners areobsessedwith their pets, and in a town where the citizenry have more money than they know what to do with, it was really only a logical stepping stone to start such a business.She'd worked in retail for as long as she could remember, starting in high school at the local department store where she eventually moved up to manager and worked her way through business school to get her degree. She had the experience, the knowledge, the drive - the only thing missing was the money."The money..."She thought to herself. She chewed on her lower lip. Always the money, gnawing at her insides; it was the money that made her lose sleep at night; the money that filled her with guilt and worry; that money that spurred her growing anxiety. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and stretching her palms over the keyboard, flexing her fingers a few times. It wasn'tmakingmoney that worried her, but how she had gotten the loan to start the business, and how she was going to pay it back."Never show fear."She told herself inwardly."Never let them see you cry."And she didn't plan to. Vanessa had gotten her loan from the local city mafia, specifically from the Russian leader, Yuri, "The Serpent." She tried not to think about how he had gotten that name. She could still remember when she went to plead her case to them. How she had tried to dress professionally to show she was serious, but a little sexy too, to give them something nice to look at it. She remembered them laughing at first, telling her she was crazy, and a bunch of other words in Russian that she didn't know what they meant. It was only after she showed them her business model, the types of customers in the area, and her very serious plan, that they finally came around and agreed to loan her the money - at a rather reasonable payback plan too, considering the people loaning it.She'd been making the payments they'd agreed upon, leaving the specified amount in the specified location, always cash, always on time, until the most recent time, she wasn't met with the usually empty mailbox, but one of the Russian gangsters smoking a cigarette, leaning against the drop off box, waiting for her. She had strode up to him, casual and confident, her patent leather heels clicking on the pavement, never letting them see a hint of weakness, but was told her payment was short. She knew this couldn't be, but it turns out her friendly neighborhood mob had heard about her blossoming business and wanted a piece - the money wasn't enough anymore.Thisshe could not abide. They had made an agreement, and she would stick to it. Even now, still sitting behind her computer, thinking back on that moment made her skin hot with anger. She would not be some plaything the mob could toss around and take whatever they wanted from. She wasnotafraid. At least, she wouldn't dare let them see it.She pushed the thought from her mind, taking another deep breath and opening her eyes to look at the numbers on the screen once again. Smiling, she sighed softly and logged out of the bookkeeping program and turned off the computer. She stood up, double checking that everything was in its right place - she was meticulous with her office and organization, and smoothed out the skirt of her business suit. It was a light grey color, reaching to just above her knees and tight enough to cling in all the right places, showing off her curves. Her matching grey business jacket was equally flattering, highlighting her flat stomach and large breasts, easily DD or bigger. Under the jacket, she wore only a bra and a white camisole to cover the would-be cleavage peeking out from the jacket, though even with the camisole, there was plenty showing to pique someone's interest. She didn't care if dressing in suits would be overdressing for her type of business; she was anownernow, not a manager, and she would dress like it. Her blonde hair fell in full waves about her pretty face, highlighting the soft angles, a slightly snub nose, and full lips that could just barely compete with her bright green eyes.As she stood from her desk, she did one final check that everything was in order, and, feeling confident that it was, she turned out the lights, walked out, and locked the door. Yuri "The Serpent" Garganov, local under-boss of the Bratva - the Russian Mob. Yuri himself had decided to step in and handle this personally, this situation was admittedly complicated and "The Serpent" had a reputation. The dark haired Russian mob figure sometimes wore things more official but at the moment he just wore loose-cut blue jeans and an A-frame t-shirt that showed off a snake tattoo going down his left arm. He wasn't alone this time, but right now that was all he needed.He liked to imagine himself as a businessman himself, a local branch owner you could say. Only not considered a full boss of the Bratva because his particular branch was only a couple years old, but he was surprisingly wily and he had a few talents that kept him ahead. He grinned, as they met up at the shop."<So are we...>""<I'd never hear the end of it if I killed this woman over clothing for pets.>" Yuri remarks, getting ready to leave the vehicle in the late of the night. A plain van in the dark of the alley waits for her, and when she appears he gets the signal and smiles. Oh yes, his one real downfall as a boss - he liked getting his own hands dirty for as long as he could.He doesn't say the other reason killing Vanessa isn't on the table either. You don't get your money from a dead person, and should be reserved for people who take loans and aren't going to pay them back at all - when you need to cut your losses. Vanessa was making money, as stupid as the idea is. More then they thought she would, enough to warrant a change in her payment plan. The intent was that they were going to negotiate a new plan, and they weren't completely unreasonable. More money per month to end the loan faster, they totally could of gone with that.Now though, Vanessa had flat out rejected their idea. Something had to be done to show how tough they were. To punish her, but in a way that still made her a money maker. Perhaps he could of thought of a better idea but those tits were too righteous to let him think entirely straight."<Grab her. Now.>"And with that simple order two very large Russian men leave the van she was walking by, with a bag to go over her head and zip ties to go around her hands as they pull her in... Vanessa had only taken a few steps away from the back door of the business and into the back alley, heading for her own car, when she spotted the unmarked van idling in the abandoned alley. Immediately the hairs stood up on the back of her neck and she froze in place. She knew something was wrong. She stood there like a deer in the headlights for a moment, just staring like an idiot, before turning and taking a few more steps towards her car. She only made it another couple of feet before she was promptly bagged, tied, and dragged into the van.Her fight or flight instinct immediately kicked in and she instantly started kicking and bucking, resisting in any way possible the men grabbing her and binding her. "Let me go!" She cried through the muffled bag covering her face. Her hands tugged helplessly at the ties around her wrists, and her unbound legs kicked aimlessly, trying desperately to connect with any kind of flesh. Her futile struggle only caused her tight, skimpy skirt to ride up, and caused the buttons on her jacket to strain against the way her breasts jutted forward. All through her head alarms were going off and she was panicking, she felt like her ears were ringing and her stomach lurched as fear took her. The bag around her head made it hard to breathe and the ties at her wrists dug into her skin, but she didn't stop struggling and kicking. Her fear didn't cause her to back down, "You let me go you Russian assholes! You've got your money, now fuck off!" She had no intention of paying them anything more than they were getting. As one man might try to restrain her from higher up, her knee kicked up and managed to connect with some kind of soft flesh, giving her a brief moment of satisfaction. The next sound heard from in that van is the simple click of a switchblade coming out to make quick work of her but the blade never really comes down. The van does take a hard turn immediately afterwords as one of the Russians starts grumbling something low in Russian."Nyet. <I have plans for her tits. You really should do something about her legs though.>" a familiar voice chuckles in deep Russian, and the knife never really goes away. The two mooks start to chuckle themselves and soon Vanessa can feel the knife bring pressed against her throat. Not to cut her, but the implication is clearly there. One uses the knife to keep her steady while the other mook grabs her legs and pulls them together to bind her ankles together with the same sort of binding around her wrists."Aleksi wanted to kill you, bitch - and you do owe him for that kick." Yuri replies in deep russian, and he gives hand motions to give his ideas of how Vanessa would repay Aleksi for the hard kick in the groan she just gave. The other deep russian voice chuckles, and the knife is soon felt along her stomach and someone starts cutting away her underwear as they drive somewhere quickly."He gets to keep it, be good - or I let him take more." Vanessa freezes in place as she hears the click of the blade being drawn out, and gulps as she feels it pressing against her throat. She instinctively tries to lean her head back, pull it away, though her kicking and flailing has stopped. She hears them talking in Russian and laughing, not sure what they were saying, but sure it was about her in some way. She feels them tie her ankles together with the same zip tie and in that instant she knows she's screwed.When the voice speaks in English, her body grows hot with anger, and it's all she can do not to start struggling again, or yell or curse at them. The only thing keeping her in check is that knife sliding along her skin and then slipping under her skirt to cut at her panties, which were really just a lacy pink thong. She was suddenly glad her legs were so tight together; at least that way they wouldn't be able to see her bald little pussy or her juicy ass."You can all go to hell!" She barks from behind the bag over her head. She squirms a little, though not flailing like she had been, just uncomfortable and nervous. She knew they were taking her somewhere, but she had no idea where. She'd never actually been to their headquarters; they'd always done business somewhere else. She kept telling herself that they wouldn't kill her - they wanted their money too badly for that. But that doesn't mean they wouldn't hurt her... She bit down on her lower lip though they couldn't see, trying to stifle a cry of despair. She wouldn't dare let them see how afraid she was. She had to stay strong. Squirming on the floor of the van, her little skirt had ridden up to show almost every inch of her smooth thighs, and another button had popped open on her jacket. The "Aleksi" goon seems satisfied with his prize of her pink, lacy panties at least for now. Vanessa can probably hear the occasional deep chuckle from the direction of her legs, even the occasional sniff, but that's as far as it goes from his end. It's from near the front of the car that the chuckles come from as Yuri starts working his plans.It's not long until they reach their destination. Yuri hadn't taken her to his headquarters and still hasn't. This place is a little "side office" on the docks, a storage container big enough to transport cars but used for other things. The sounds of the sea make it into the vehicle just before the car comes to a stop and Yuri gives one more instruction in Russian as the door actually opens."<I can handle the slut, check on the boats for a while. I'll call you when I'm ready for you.>" Yuri instructs as someone picks up the heavily bound Vanessa like a sack of flour and takes her out into the night air. It's only a few paces before whoever is carrying her steps onto a metal box and shuts the door behind him. In the pitch blackness, the strong arms carrying her with what seems to be no real effort flips a switch for some lights then tosses her into a mattress on the ground.When he pulls the bag off of her head Vanessa is allowed to see that she's now alone inside a storage container with Yuri "The Serpent" Garganov himself, the simple and angry lights casting accusing light everywhere. This time he's not wearing anything fancy at all, just an a-frame t-shirt and blue jeans with a predatory smile. A look around the storage container reveals that in a corner there's a small table with a laptop, some supplies under the table, and she was on the only mattress. The stains around the container suggest this is a "black" place, somewhere off the books where these guys can do anything they want to people and hide it away. From some of the stains on the walls it's even possible that people have been killed in here if they Bratva then put some effort into cleaning things up.She was right about something though, Yuri had no intention of killing her. She was too good for money for that."You, bitch, are already in Hell. The question is if I let you out again." Yuri laughs, taking his a-frame t-shirt off to reveal a very strong torso. Not the veiny, shiny dehydrated chest of a professional body builder - but the strong frame of someone who actually intends to use his muscles for things. Things like hurting people if he has too. He speaks in a thick Russian accent but the English meaning is at least understandable."Nobody will hear you scream, nobody that I'm not paying anyway." he adds with a laugh as he goes to his knees with a knife of his own to see what he can do about her clothes. Vanessa continues to squirm uncomfortably on the floor of the van as they approach their destination without incident. She can tell the one who took her panties is enjoying them, but there's nothing she can do about that; if only all of them -just- wanted a pair of panties. She still wasn't 100% sure what they were going to do to her. Beat her? Rape her? Break a leg? She knew they could be violent, and even if they wouldn't kill her, they could still make it hurt. As they came to a stop, she could hear the crash of waves and sounds of seagulls, telling her they were near the water. That only gave her brain more horrifying situations to conjure up. Would they almost drown her? Waterboarding? She tried to stay calm, though her breathing had quickened as they stopped.Hearing the Russian command, she didn't know what was going on until she was being dragged out of the van and tossed over someone's shoulder. She continued to squirm and protest, "...Mfff... Nnnghh... Put me down you Russian oaf!" As if on command, he did just that, entering the storage container and tossing her down onto what felt like a dingy mattress. She gasps as the bag is finally pulled off her head, blinking and squinting her eyes at the sudden brightness of light as opposed to the darkness she'd been in. After a moment, her vision cleared, and she could see the mob boss standing over her, staring at her with that smirk on his face. He was not an unattractive man; it was clear he was strong and took care of himself, but that didn't make him any less vile. She frowned, her eyes narrowing, and spat in his general direction, not really caring if any of her saliva actually hit him or not; it was her gesture of defiance and disgust she wanted him to see.She gulps as he takes his shirt off, and it suddenly hits her which direction he would be taking her punishment, and her eyes suddenly started to search frantically around the container for some kind of exit, some kind of window or way out. She tried to sit up with her arms still bound behind her, but failed, looking rather silly with her hair disheveled as well, and fell back down onto her back. "I've been in hell ever since I made that stupid deal with you and your goons!" Her previous failure didn't stop her from trying again and again to sit up, falling back each time, until she sees him kneel down in front of her and pull out the knife. She whimpers, biting down on her lower lip, and laying still, though she kept her eyes trained on the shiny, sharp metal weapon "...You.. you keep that thing away from me! You.. you monster! Let me go!" She didn't bother crying for help; if anyone could even hear what happened inside this container, there was no way anyone was near enough who wasn't on the Russian payroll. Oh, the nature of her punishment was of course obvious - but just in case there was any question left he taps one of the buttons on her blouse with the flat of the knife. She stopped moving, that was good. Those tits were indeed fantastic but it was a shame that they were stuck under that cloth prison. He chuckles, he reaches up to her blouse with a hand and rips it open, letting the buttons scatter across the container's floor like marbles. The knife comes up next but only so that he can slip the blade under the middle of her bra and cut her breasts free of their cloth protectors.The knife doesn't come down, but he doesn't seem to be making any moves to actually cut her with it. Instead his other hand reaches up and begins grabbing and squeezing those DDs, feeling their contours and their resistance with a chuckle as he lets the flat of the knife rub against her nipple."Bozhe Moi, those are real." he chuckles, his knife hand using a little flick to hand it more into a stabbing position as he straightens up a bit so that she can see him work on undoing his pants. He seems pretty practiced at doing this one handed, that's true too."Vanessa - one of two things are going to happen tonight. Either this goes inside you..." he starts, motioning to the knife as he puts it down on the floor with purposeful plotting to keep it out of her reach. That hand then goes down to help bring out something else too.He's not wearing underwear, and when he actually whips out his dick Vanessa can clearly see something else. Yuri Gargonov was officially nicknamed "The Serpent" because he had a knack for finding and exploiting less then loyal members of other organizations, including the police according to rumor. Whipping his cock out of his pants Vanessa could clearly see that what he was packing was also worthy of being nicknamed "The Serpent" - it was already thick and at least 10 inches long and it wasn't even fully erect yet! It was close, sure - but he still puts in some slow strokes to finish the job."...Or this goes inside you. Do we have an understanding?" he asks, chuckling as he finishes removing his own pants as well. Oh, just the idea that those tits were actually real was helping him get ready on it's own. She sucks in a sharp breath as he taps at her jacket with that knife, and she closes her eyes tight, turning her head and yelping as he suddenly slashes at her top, ripping it open with a loud noise, and she bites down on her lower lip as she feels the cool metal slide along her skin and under her bra to slice that open as well. She cursed silently in her head. Together, that suit and that lingerie set had cost her close to $300...Without her clothes to hold them down, her big tits bounce free, full and round and almost begging to be touched. Her little pink nipples are perky and stiff in the cool air, and her face burns with embarrassment. She finally opens her eyes to peek back at him as she feels the flat of the blade once again pressing against her skin, this time against her sensitive nipple, and she tries to lay still, though the instinct to squirm and get away from that weapon is strong. His hands however, though rough, feel good grabbing and squeezing her sensitive flesh. She has to bite her lip not to react. When he finally sits back and the knife is farther away, it's like she was holding her breath, and a soft exhale escapes her. Her breath has quickened, however, with the exposure of her big tits, and with the knife being so close to her, her chest rises and falls faster as she tilts her head up trying to get a better view of what he was doing.As he speaks and gives her an ultimatum, first discussing the knife, she gulps, her eyes going wide, trying hard not to shake her head immediately in response, and gasps as he goes for his pants instead. As he pulls them off and reveals his enormous cock, she whimpers audibly and finds herself unable to look away. She knew now why -else- they called him 'The Serpent' - not just for his slimy, underhanded ways as she had believed. But seeing that thick cock already hardening and already too big to believe did something to her. Her body responded for her, feeling a surge of warmth rush between her legs, and feeling her cheeks flush in response. She internally berated herself for feeling anything towards this man besides utter repulsion. He wanted torapeher or seriously injure her, and here she was practically drooling over just the sight of his cock! She licked her lips, trying not to let her true feelings show, and finally looked back up at his face as he spoke again.She nodded quickly a few times as he asked about her understanding, but then her eyes couldn't help but land back on that cock. She hoped desperately he'd think her pretty little nipples were just hard from the chill of the air, rather than the excitement already brimming under her skin. Now wearing just her skimpy skirt, still hugging tightly to her hips, and the shreds of her jacket and bra, she was almost completely naked. She kept her thighs pressed tight together; she was not going to make this easy for him, and she only prayed her pussy wouldn't betray her. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she wanted it. Yuri Garganov was a very bad man, there was no real way around it. He's killed before, even beaten a man to death in this very container. He's robbed before, he's raided before - the crimes he's committed even just in this storage container would probably get him life in prison alone. The things he's done to women in this container alone would probably put him in prison until he was too old to do them anymore. At one point he did to another woman what he was doing to Vanessa now only because she had the bad luck to have a husband that had a gambling problem.Yuri "The Serpent" is proud of just how many sexual partners he's had, but his position has made him a hard and very bad man. Hard, only made more horrifying in that it's all in ways that make perfect sense. A man in his position would of course have had scores of sexual partners - but they got condoms when it was consensual. When he was doing something like he was doing to Vanessa he had to show that he had the will to dominate her completely, to take total ownership. Screw the forensic science crap, if he owned them enough they'd never ask anyway.All this means that with her nod and her eyes he makes a choice. The light catches a spot of what he is convinced is wetness between her legs and he chuckles for it, but even if he's right that's not going to be enough. When other men would reach for a condom, he leans back and grabs the knife again and a small tube of lube. The mercy of a mob boss, he was going to rape her without even using protection - but he was thinking about lubing up a little first. Of course arguably that isn't mercy at all, he knew from experience that he was big enough that going in dry usually hurt him - let alone her. The mercy of a mob boss, he only rubs her entrance a little bit with the end of the handle before going up to cut her ankles free before he puts the knife down again."You like Yuri's big dick, da?" he asks, laughing as he decides to go for it. He holds her legs up with one arm and uses the hand to get out a glob of lube, the free hand going down to rub it along his shaft then whatever's left going over her entrance. Not because he thinks Vanessa might like it more, but because those DDs seem to earn it."How you American's say - 'you can't rape a slut'." he laughs, and he starts lining himself up... She lay there, panting, watching him with big eyes, her big tits rising and falling quickly, as she waited to see his next move. She saw him reach for a tube and her first thought was,'Oh he won't even need that...'and then her cheeks flushed hotly at the thought. She was at least a little relieved that he wasn't going straight for her mouth; with a cock that size, she wasn't even sure she could wrap her lips around it, let alone fit more than a couple inches in her mouth. She closed her eyes, wincing, trying to send these thoughts away, thoughts that only caused her eager little pussy to drool more. She was hoping desperately he couldn't tell, but she had a feeling it was becoming obvious.When he reached down to rub at her entrance with the end of the knife, she whimpered softly, jolting slightly from the sudden contact, the handle pulling away slightly glossy, before she saw it go and cut the ties around her ankles, finally giving her some relief. She flexed her feet up and down, getting some feeling back into them, just as he made that teasing comment about his dick. Her face was bright red and she looks away, trying to look disgusted, but she can't help but peek back as she seems him rubbing the lube along the shaft of his cock. She felt a wash of relief internally, though she hated to admit that she probably could have accommodated him just from her previous reaction.As he grabs her legs and holds them up, she bites her lip, still trying to watch what he's doing, and she gasps as his lube-covered fingers press against her entrance, smearing some of the stuff there as well. She was sure at this point he could feel the moisture oozing out of her involuntarily, and she bites her lip hard trying not to react. When he starts to line himself up, however, feeling the pressure of that thick cockhead pressing against her lips, parting them so easily, she has to lean her head back and brace herself for the intense feeling of penetration she knows is coming next. Her slick little cunny is already two steps ahead of her, still drooling out her eager wetness, as if inviting this monster of a cock inside of her.She speaks through gritted teeth, not looking at him, trying to force anger into her tone "...Fuck... you..." When the knife came back with a wet handle, he knew something special was happening. He was tempted to lick the juices off of it while she watched but this was - at least in theory - still supposed to be a brutal rape in a storage container and that seemed like it would go against the dominating vibe he was supposed to put off. Instead he left it be as he lined himself up and her attempt at an angry 'fuck you' seem like magic words.After she says them he chuckles, and he gives her a hard shove. Yuri Garganov was a very bad man, but "The Serpent" was also something else - experienced. If he'd wanted her to feel pleasure he'd give her something to really remember. Hell, his ego told him that he could give her the best sex of her life if he'd wanted too. That experience was telling him that she was enjoying this far more then she let on, even if he ignored the stain starting to form from her dripping pussy. The question for him was if he should try to punish her for her wanton reaction specifically or keep up the pretext and slam her for this later.That initial hard shove puts at least four of his inches inside her and makes her tits bounce in a way he really likes. His hand reaches up and gropes a tit while it happens, and he's still surprised that those tits are real. He feels it too, between her wetness and the lube he's only stopped at that point by her own tightness. He could, and very much intends to, get deeper but only by fucking her open harder and harder. He pulls out almost to his cock head to shove back in and try to get more depth. Some part of him decides then that his goal is to eventually hilt inside her entirely but he's not consciously thinking along those lines - punish her for this specifically or keep up the "rape" and rub her nose in it in other ways."Yuri's dick bigger then you had before, da?" he laughs, starting to try to get a rough and powerful stroke going and actually not pulling it off - yet. Vanessa still looks away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, still bracing herself for that first penetration. It had been ages since she'd gotten laid; she'd been so focused on the business lately that she just hadn't really had time to be out and dating. That being said, it had been far too long, and her pussy was far too eager. When he suddenly shoves forward and thrusts those first few inches in, there's a loud, audible squelching sound, and she feels almost like she's being ripped in two. His cock is thick, and he has to really force it to get it past her opening; her pussy is almost inpenetrable, her walls are so tight, but once he pushes through, she feels just this incredibly intense sensation of being full, her pussy stretching to accommodate such girth. It's painful too, though not overwhelmingly so, and knows this is the kind of pain that goes away, leaving behind only extremely intense pleasure. Her eyelids flutter closed, and she bites down on her lower lip hard, trying to stifle a groan, though the remnants of one slip out. Her pussy clenches down on his cock like a vice, so tight and wet and warm, and she can already tell this cock is going to drive her wild.As he slides out and thrusts back in, she finds it harder to keep up her pretext of anger, and her back arches involuntarily, thrusting her big tits up closer to his groping hand. This time a moan does escape her lips, and her face burns in response. She finally opens her eyes to peek up at him, wondering if he's noticed her noises, and sees from his grin and laugh that whatever he's seen, he's enjoying it. More wet noises fill the air around them as he starts to slowly thrust in and out, still not going into her fully, though the pain is almost completely gone. She's mostly just feeling intense pleasure from the way his cock spreads her open and stuffs her eager little pussy full. Her breath has quickened noticeably, she's panting now, her tits rising and falling fast in between their bouncing from his thrusts, and it's clear from his shaft just how wet she's become, leaving him glistening and shining every time he pulls back.She groans again as he laughs and makes his comment about his own dick, and she's finding it harder and harder to concentrate on her front of anger, "..Mmff... I... y-you..." she pauses, biting her lip hard, "...f-fuck... you... -and- your big dick..." The curse is only half-hearted this time, her voice higher-pitched and more breathy as her body responds to sex. Her toes curl a little and she squeezes him tightly inside her; she can tell she won't last long against him if and when he decides to start fucking her full on - she'll have no way to hide her inevitable orgasm. The thing of it is that he's actually already trying to fuck her full on. He still tries to maintain the pretext that this is a brutal rape and that any pleasure she feels is her own perverse hunger rather then any actual effort on his part. He's trying to ram into her over and over hard as he can on his war club in her body, but damn it if she's not too tight for him to pull that off. Yet. Of course he's heard her noises and seen her motions, that's her own damn fault - though he'd be lying if he didn't say the idea of raping a woman and her cumming anyway didn't stroke his ego a least a bit.Soon each thrust inward on his part is accompanied by a grunt. Not the same kind of grunts and groans she's giving out, the grunts of effort as he really tries to force his rod into her core. He wants this to hurt, for her body to react feel pain at being pried open with his massive tool - at least to a point. The pleasure will come of course, but that's on her - right?"You already are, my little American whore." he goads, another hard shove to get inside her. He's easily getting at least 2/3rds of his cock inside her with each thrust inward now, and he wonders if she can really take all of it."How slutty you have to be to moan like whore while Yuri rapes you, anyway?" he laughs, but noticeably he grabs her tits with his hands to feel them and leans in to lay a playful nibble on a nipple to accent his point. Did this make him a hypocrite? Maybe - but he didn't give a shit. He was already showing that he was worse just by being here."How long it been, Vanessa? Maybe Yuri just scratching big itch, da?" She can feel herself close to her breaking point; it would be so easy to just stop fighting him and give in and let herself enjoy it; her body is trying to so desperately. Her pussy is slick with excitement, her little nipples stiff and eager, and she can't control her breathing, let alone the moans that keep slipping out of her. But something about her just can't give up, at least not yet. Her pussy still squeezes him as tight as she can, hugging that big cock as he tries to force it deeper and deeper inside of her. She can feel more of it making its way into her warm depths, and she finds herself biting her lip hard to try and keep herself quiet.His big cock pounding into her really is rather painful, but mainly due to her trying so hard to resist him. If she would just relax she could probably take almost the whole thing. Her tits continue to bounce with each hard thrust, and she keeps her eyes closed as he taunts her, feeling each pump inside of her causing the pain to lessen and the pleasure to intensify. She arches her back again and this time she can't help but moan as his hands and then his teeth grab onto her round, sensitive breasts; she can tell he's teasing her, trying to get her to give in as well.She's gasping for breath, whimpering now, the moans slipping out every time he stuffs her little pussy full of cock, and her words are high-pitched and half-hearted at best, "..Mff.... mmnnhh... I'm... n-no whore.. y-you'd.... mmnnnn... you'd be... p-paying me... if I was... f-fuuuck...!" Her toes curl as he gets in even deeper, his cock stroking her g-spot now, and she squirms helplessly, squeezing as tight as she can, her body tense, trying not to cum on this horrible Russian's dick. He chuckles low at her response, less for what she actually said and more for what she did. He clearly hit something inside her that was sensitive and good inside her, so he intends to torture her with it. So to speak at least. He purposely angles himself to try to hit that same place again. That was when he knew he absolutely had her despite any protest she might make. She was his, he may as well claim ownership."If you...be good..." he gets out with some grunting as he speaks, giving away that he's not the unstoppable sex god he's trying to present himself as. He's actually putting some effort into this, to give her pleasure or to just stroke his own ego as well is an entirely different question."I'll let your...hands free." he adds, grunting louder right at the end to show his benevolence. He chuckles to as he does it, leaning back a little to go for a knife. He really is thinking about it too, trying to be the hard man in this but loving the idea of seeing what she's really like in the sack. A hand reaches up and pinches a nipple, just to play on how the other hand is reaching back for the blade. She's panting hard at this point, moaning helplessly each time he thrusts into her, and even starting to buck her hips, trying to pull his big cock in even deeper into her tight pussy. She's past her breaking point at this time, and she just wants more, just wants to cum all over his big, Russian cock. Her pussy is drenched, coating her lips and her inner thighs as well as every inch of his shaft that can get inside of her, making them both slick, and she can't hold herself back anymore as his cock keeps stroking her in just the right spot. She throws her head back suddenly and cries out in sudden delight as her pussy starts to spasm helplessly around his cock, squeezing it harder than ever as she starts to cum. She moans loudly, disregarding any pretense now of disliking it, and keeps her hips bucking eagerly as she rides out her orgasm. Her eager little pussy even starts to cream a little, white smears and dots smudging on the outside of his cock now, as she cums hard, groaning helplessly. She hears him, even though her ears are ringing and her eyes are shut tight, she nods quickly, calling out, "Yes!! Yes, I.. I'll be good... mffff-fuck! Y-yes! I'll be .. mm... s-so good...!"Panting still, she comes back down, still squirming, her pussy now as sensitive as ever, as she lies before him and sees him lean back to reach for the blade. She starts to turn slightly, closing her legs and rolling on the mattress a little so he can get to her hands. The skin around the bindings is red where they have been chafing her, and the idea of having her hands free fills her with excitement, even to just brush the hair away from her face. She's still out of breath with his cock still deep inside her pussy, but she has a brief moment of respite as he takes up the blade. He chuckles at her response. Of course she's given up any pretext of what this was into what this was turning into. He has the knife and brings it close to her bound wrists, slowly starting to saw her hands free little by little. He's careful with this one, his view isn't the best. That and he certainly can't resist sending a message about her bra. Yes, he does care about his own bonds more then her clothing."Alright, you be good girl." he chuckles, the knife's sharpness is still going through the binds like butter."But if one of my men comes in, I'm raping the shit out of you." he adds with a laugh, then the knife does it's work and suddenly her hands are free. Free as the rest of her anyway, she's certainly not allowed to leave until he says she can leave. Not that it seems like she'd mind. He starts moving inside her again, leaning in forward so they can lock eyes inches from each other. She has hands free now, she might as well get a chance to use them. He groans a bit too, as he pushes his cock almost entirely inside her."So try not to sound like you love this quite so much if we have a guest." Vanessa bites her lip as she can feel and hear the knife sawing through the binds on her wrists, and sighs with relief as they finally give, allowing her hands to finally be free. She rubs one wrist tenderly and then the other, the skin raw and red from the chafing of the restraints, and lies back down, her legs spread wide apart for him, his big cock still inside her, and she moves her hands back to run them through her hair, smoothing it back and getting it out of her face.She can't help but smirk a little, though her cheeks redden at his remarks about trying not to sound so much like she's enjoying it, and she bites down on her lower lip as he pushes his cock back deep inside of her once again, making an audible squishing noise from all the fluid that's collected around them at this point, and she leans her head back, moaning softly. "Mmmrrrff..." she groans as she feels him filling up her tight pussy so completely. She presses her knees back closer to her head, thighs spread wide, and she licks her lips, finally looking back up at him, "...But I can't help it... mff... with a cock like yours... a-ah! So... mff.. so big, I... I can't help it.... f-fuck..." She stammers out breathlessly between moans. Her hips start to squirm again, wanting desperately to feel that hard pounding he was giving her earlier, to feel that intense pleasure as his thick cock spreads her pussy lips.A little timidly, she reaches her hands out towards him, slowly pressing her fingertips to his chest, and then her palms, then sliding them up over his shoulders and back down over his chest a few times, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. She licks her lips again and nods, "Mmff.. y-yeah... raping me... got it..." She says playfully, smirking once again. Her worries about the money or about what he'd actually do to her had vacated her mind; at this point, all she could think about was his big Russian cock and getting fucked. It doesn't take long to see that he won't regret cutting her hands free. Oh, this hot little minx was all for behaving like a good girl it seemed and he was going to enjoy this. Those breathless moans were sounding like music too him and he finally gives in. That may be how this all started but it certainly wasn't a rape now. Now he gives up the pretext to that this wasn't just hot fucking.She raises her knees up toward his head, he helps. His hands go toward he knees and he pushes a little to give him a better angle. The next thrust of that russian cock completes his mission and he hilts inside her entirely. He takes a moment to savor the moment of his shaft all the way inside her pussy, loving this.It's just a moment. The next moment he pulls out most of his cock and sends it back in hard. Then another, then another - hard thrusts starts as he starts to hard fuck her deep and a good proper fast pace. Each thrust gets it's own cadence, a squelching sound of her inner body's fluids reacting coupled with a hard, wet slapping sound as his hips contact hers."Damn right you...can't help it." he gets out fast as the proper fucking truly begins.*squelch* *slap**squelch* *slap**squelch* *slap* She groans as he takes hold of her thighs, pushing them down more to pull her hips up higher to meet his, and she gasps suddenly, arching her back as he manages to stuff all of that thick cock deep down inside her hot, drooling pussy. Her fingers dig into the flesh of his chest, her fingernails scraping the skin as they drag down it, and she slowly looks back up at him, lips parted, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed, her tits bouncing with each hard thrust.After a few more moments of him pounding his cock into her, she can feel her pussy tightening even more around him once again, and she leans her head back, closing her eyes tightly, "mmmfff... f-fuck... you... you're gonna make me cum.. again..!" Her pussy is even more sensitive now after having came once all over his thick cock, and being so stuffed full of cock, he's hitting all the right spots to make her gasp and moan. "Oh god... oh god...!" Her voice is high and breathy, her hips squirming and bucking again now, meeting each of his hard, deep thrusts. The mob boss clearly is going for her pleasure now, and the power of the strokes is taking it's toll. He doesn't respond to her words except for a laugh, a low chuckle to go with things as he pumps her hard. A sheen of sweat could be seen in the lights as he keeps up the hard fucking but the most dramatic change and sign of what's going to happen is that he adds a sound with each thrust. A deep, primal grunt like an animal claiming a mate as his own.*squelch**slap*HrahA deep and powerful stroke deep into the core of her womanhood, the wet slap of hips hitting hips as he hilts inside her entirely, and the primal grunt of a male taking a female.*squelch**slap*Hrah*squelch**slap*HrahHis balls rise, getting ready to do their evolved task. He's getting close to his own orgasm, so very close as he's pushing forward harder and harder."I am goink... to cum in your pussy." he manages to grunt out. It's not a request, it's a simple statement of fact. He wasn't giving her a choice, he just wanted to see her reaction. She's starting to whimper at this point, leaning her head back and raking her fingers through her hair as his thick cock shoves itself inside of her over and over and over again. She's gasping for breath, her tits rising and falling quickly from her heavy breathing, and bouncing helplessly from the force of his thrusts, and her pussy is squeezing him as tight as she can, feeling every last inch of that cock buried inside her.She can't help it as he starts to grunt, hearing just how much he's enjoying himself as she is sends her over the edge, and she cries out as her pussy clenches down even tighter around him. She shudders and throws her head back as her orgasm comes, sudden and intense and hard as his cock continues to stroke in just the right spot, and her pussy spasms around him yet again, even more wetness slicking his cock as he keeps fucking her. She cries out helplessly, moaning loudly, desperately, as she cums hard, "Fuck! Oh god.. oh god.. yes! ...Yes!"It's in the middle of her intense orgasm that he comments himself about cumming, and her sexual instincts have taken over rather than her logic. Without thinking of any of the consequences, only of desire, she groans and cries out, still cumming, "Yes! Cum inside me! I want it! I want that thick, Russian cum in my pussy!" In her state of intense sexual arousal, she can hardly even tell what she's saying, and she's sure to regret it later, though at the moment, all she can think about is that big cock inside her, and getting his cum out of it. Every time she came it gave him a hard push toward his own release, he liked to think that was a universal truth of all men everywhere. Especially with his big cock deep in her body, her clinching is so hard that he can't pull out all the way despite his effort to try. His attempts to keep plowing her he sees as nothing short of heroic despite how they got here, in spite of how this started.Then she begs for his cum and all bets are off. The mere fact that she was begging for his cum in her pussy was itself distracting and any attempt and effort to hold off his own orgasm were dropped in that moment. At that moment it wasn't just inevitable but crashing forward whether he liked it or not. The only choice was a last ditch effort to get out of her body entirely or to go with his instincts and temptations.His instincts win handily, egged on by her words. He shoves his dick inside hard enough to hilt inside her entirely with one last loud slap and his shaft throbs, his cum spraying the inside of her pussy with rope after rope of thick seed. The small part of him that could still think just hoped that she could feel each twitch, each throb, and each glob."<Ah, fuck - take every drop you crazy bitch.>" he growls out loud in Russian as he floods her body. While she was still cumming? He didn't know, but he was confident that she'd remember this one for a very long time. She gasped as she felt him start to cum inside of her, feeling that thick big cock twitch and spasm inside of her, and suddenly felt the warm, wetness of what she knew was cum. She groaned and looked up at him, finally coming down off her own orgasm, and she slid her hands up along his strong chest, now moist with sweat, as was her own chest, as she feels him pump more and more of the thick stuff inside of her. Panting, she slowly starts to catch her breath, her eyes watching his now, as her head finally starts to clear.Thinking straight now, she quickly does the math in her head. When was her last period.. Was she ovulating? The last thing she needed was to get knocked up by the leader of the Russian mob, so she closed her eyes and tried to think. It had been at least three weeks since her last period, so she figured she was in the clear, but decided it would be a good idea to buy some Plan B just in case.Feeling sure she wouldn't end up pregnant, suddenly the whole thing just seemed so absurd to her that she couldn't help but grin wide; this man who'd just given her the best fucking of her life - she didn't find him scary anymore; the fear was gone. Until she remembered the knife, and the men outside, and the incredible amount of power he really had. But even then, he was a man after all, and men have weaknesses. She was tempted to make a joke about still not paying him more money, but thought better of it. Licking her lips, she looked up at him and finally spoke, "Heh, so, what do I have to do to get fucked like this more often?" He didn't respond at first, just slowly starts pulling out of her and watching the results closely. That's not just to check his handiwork, he was stalling a bit for his possible answer. He had choices to make, he had gone into this with a plan in mind and now clearly that plan wasn't going to work. He groans a bit as his shaft pulls some of the semen back out. Hell, he was making a mess.His cock head comes out with an audible wet noise and when it does he scoots to a side and lays down next to her. The dripping sex juices would be unmistakable and a new stain in the box but at least this time it wasn't in blood. Coming to a rest besides her he chuckles a little bit as he looks back over, a hand reaching over to grab one of those incredible tits. Oh, this definitely wasn't going the way he thought it would go - but maybe he could use it."One - when we leave, act like this was still a rape. And still will be, I'm not done with you yet." he chuckles low, oh this beautiful crazy bitch was going to cause some problems for him, but those tits would make it worth it."Two - We talk new payment plan. You can pay more money, you pay more money. I will collect - personally. Even if I have to rape it out of you." he grunts, still chuckling low as he feels up that tit harder and smiling."Three - suck my dick, I have more cum for you." he grins, determined to take another round with Vanessa. Right at the moment he was a bit too flaccid and spent for it but he was healthy and strong, he knew he just needed some coaxing... She closes her eyes as she feels him pulling out of her slowly, until with that final wet noise his cock is free of her slick pussy, and some of his thick cum starts to ooze out of her pussy, pink and swollen from the beating it'd just taken. She smirks as he lays down next to her and reaches over to grab one of her tits, and she lets her legs straighten back out, stretching them after having them almost to her ears a minute ago.As he starts to talk, she grins; she has no problem acting, and the thought of paying more money, though still unappealing, is definitely becoming more palatable at the idea of getting a good fucking every time he collects, but when he tells her to suck his dick, she smirks deviously and turns on her side to face him. The thought of more cum made her hot and eager with anticipation, but she felt like having some fun with him.She trailed a couple of fingers across his chest, still smirking, "Hmmm I don't know if I want to suck your cock right now..." She said playfully, teasing him. She wanted to see his reaction, wanted to see that fire in his eyes as he takes what he wants, regardless of how anyone else feels. Something about the way he'd just taken her had awoken something in her, and she wanted to see that again. That crazy bitch, egging him forward on purpose. Oh yes, he was definitely going to change strategies with her. He was expecting a shell of a broken women in front of him at this point, instead he's if anything awoken a sex maniac. Granted, he's not going to really be any better in this regard but still the original plan was clearly not going to work.The new plan however, just might. They do say that you attract more flies with honey then with vinegar after all. The look in her eyes tells him that she wants to play with fire on purpose, that the proud Russian cock is needed once again. He stirs below, visibly, but he's going to need some more help before it really gets back into action again.So he doesn't beg, he just grabs the back of her head and starts muscling her face closer to his dick."Of course you do, crazy American bitch. You want to thank cock that fucked you so well, with tongue." he grunts with a chuckle as he does his best to make her start with a lick. He can't control her mind, granted - but he's strong enough to control her position. Smirking, she stares at him, watching as he stares back, the two of them playing their own little game of chicken, and she yelps softly as he grabs on to her hair and starts pushing her head toward his cock. She doesn't resist him, but moves with his hand, rolling over and crawling down between his splayed legs so she's at eye level with his cock, still impressive even it's only partially-hard state. She slips her pretty pink tongue out of her lips and slides it over his cockhead, swirling it around the tip slowly before dragging her tongue down the underside of his shaft and back up one side. She repeats the motion on the other side of his cock, dragging her tongue down to his base and back to the tip before she sucks the tip into her mouth, trying to tease and reawaken that mighty cock that just made her cum. She could taste the mix of their fluids on it, her slick pussy juices and his cum, tangy and salty and arousing, and she looks up at him with a glint in her eye and her lips wrapped around his tip. She sucks on it for a moment, her cheeks concaving around the gradually swelling head, before slipping her lips off and planting warm wet kisses down one side, "Mmmm you're right.. thank you.." she plants another kiss, farther down his shaft, "thank you..." she says again quietly before planting another kiss even lower, until she reaches his balls and she starts to lick there as well. Her hand reaches up to wrap around his now moistened shaft to squeeze and pump up and down, working to get him back up to his full hardness. The crazy American was at least perfectly sane in this regard. You thanked those that did you a favor, and she certainly was given a favor. He smiles and looks down, but the real sign that he's liking this comes from the "offending" organ. It twitches whenever her lips press against it and it's previously spent status begins to correct itself. He's still soaking in their combined sex juices but now the deflation slows, stops, and begins reversing course."Da, good crazy American." he chuckles low, his hand never leaving the back of her head. He pulls a bit to encourage her to really get her face in there, to really give her the heady sex musk scent that she clearly loves so much."You know your way around a cock, yes? Be shame to not cum on those tits at some point." he adds with a laugh, a deeper breath catching with a particular lick. He's not at that point yet, but with her enthusiasm he is genuinely thinking about just not warning her when he is close and going for it... Vanessa grinned as her attentions seemed to be having the desired effect, feeling his cock harden once again, slowly working back to its full size. She continued smirking as her tongue slid along his balls, licking them, even gasping softly when he pulls her head down closer, really pressing her nose against his skin. She slowly drags the tip of her tongue back down along his shaft towards his tip before wrapping her lips around that swelling mushroom head and sucking it into her mouth tenderly. She swirls her tongue over the tip with her lips wrapped around it before pausing to speak once again, "Mm... oh yes, a real shame..." She smirks up at him deviously, that mischievous, horny glint in her eye, before wrapping her lips back around his cockhead and slowly sliding her lips lower and lower down his shaft, sucking inch after inch into her warm, wet mouth.She only slid about half of his meaty length past her pretty pink lips before she started to pull back, still sucking and sliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She then repeated the motion, sliding her head forward and pushing more of his cock into her mouth before pulling back. After a moment, she had a slow, bobbing rhythm developed, sucking and drooling on his cock as she slid her lips forward and back along that thick shaft. In the moment where her bobbing begins in earnest he has one thought that crosses his mind almost completely independent of what was actually happening. Spurred on by it of course but the small part of his mind that still thinks in words and rationally sends out one last thought before surrendering to the moment.<If she'd asked or begged, I'd of cum in her pussy just out of spite.>Some part of him laughed, not the part that starts moving his hips though. He groans as her mouth takes him deeper into her and he uses his hand on the back of her head to make her take him deeper. Can she deep throat him? He was about to find out."Maybe I give prize if you make it all the way down, bitch." he grunts with a push on the back of her head."Or maybe I just cum on that pretty face." She whimpers softly as she feels his hand pressing at the back of her head, pushing and trying to force her head all the way down. He had an impressive cock, and she considered herself a good little cocksucker, but on a monster like this? On "the serpent"? She wasn't sure if she could, but she would certainly try. She relaxed her throat and slowly pushed her lips forward, feeling his cockhead pressing and sliding against the back of her throat. She fought to resist her gag reflex and looked up at him just as she felt her bottom lip press ever so lightly against his ball sack.With a gasp, she slid her head back and off his cock, panting and grinning with satisfaction, before sliding him back into her warm, wet mouth. She resumed her bobbing motion, not taking all of him when she went at that faster, more rhythmic pace, but occasionally she would slow down briefly and slide every last inch of that monster of a cock down her throat. She was quite pleased with herself, and she could tell his cock was quite fully hard now, throbbing in her mouth and against her tongue as she sucked. His teasing about cumming on her face just made her want it more, made her want to taste his cum; she was so driven by lust that all she could think about was this cock and his cum. There's something inspiring about Vanessa's sheer willpower, because she managed something he never expected her to actually do. Feeling her bottom lip on his balls, his eyes opened wide in the combination of pleasure and sheer surprise. She actually did it! The crazy American bitch actually successfully deep-throated him! More for individual motions then as a constant thing, but when was the last time any woman has ever managed anything like that?He groaned, loud enough for Vanessa to hear to tell her that she's doing the job right and properly. It takes a second for him to realize that he's let his guard down because of it. He's about to cum a LOT sooner then he thought he was going to."Crazy American Bitch, I am getting close." he manages to get out in a thicker, then normal Russian accent. She can tell tell, going from how his balls rise up and get in position."Where you want cum, chose quick." Vanessa couldn't help but grin, as much as anyone could grin with a cock in their mouth, and she could feel him getting close even without him saying anything. She quickened her pace, bobbing her head back and forth eagerly, sucking on him like a hungry little whore, before pulling her mouth away, gasping for breath, and quickly replacing it with her hand. She squeezed him tight and starting pumping her hand back and forth fast, jerking him off hard with his tip aimed right at her open mouth and pretty face. She smirked and even stuck her tongue out, hoping to try and catch whatever she could that didn't end up on her face or tits. It's not like she had long to wait, his balls were already high up and locked into place. She gets a warning to before the he cums too. Not much of one, but a fraction of a second before the torrent begins his cock dramatically twitches and there's a pulse in the flesh before the first white rope of seed flies out.The first rope of seed just barely misses one of her eyes, the hot cum splatters just in time for the next pulse. The pulses and thick ropes continue, each a little more under the influence of gravity. His seed never gives up, but later pulses do land on her body further and further down. The last couple pulses splatter against those great tits, and he grins for it."Oh, oh you crazy slut. You did good." She moans softly as his cock starts to spurt and unload in front of her. She keeps her hand working on him, trying to aim his cock towards her open, eager mouth, but of course some of it misses and ends up streaking her face. She whimpers a little, but seems to get the angle right, and as she sticks her tongue out, she can taste more and more of the thick, hot stuff streaking across it. She can feel it hit her lips and her cheeks too, and she is still surprised by just how much cum this man can produce, even after having already filled her pussy.As the force of his orgasm dies down, she finally slides her tongue into her mouth and swallows down all the thick cum that had ended up there and she smirks. Her face is dotted and smeared with white, and even her tits have some too, and she runs a finger along her chest, wiping the cum up before sliding her finger to her mouth and licking it clean. She repeats this motion a few times with everything that ended up on her face too, wiping it off slowly and sucking her finger to swallow it down. She does all this while grinning at him deviously."Heh, mmmm, no.. What's good is your cum. I fucking love it." He can't help but chuckle a bit in response, relaxing as he lays down and feels his own afterglow. With a smile he watches the show and genuinely is a bit surprised as she greedily wolfs down every drop. Bozhe Moi, every single drop goes down that throat as far as he can tell. He chuckles, rolls back, and considers everything that's transpired here."Alright, you will make the bigger payment each month but I will be coming by on the regular to fuck it out of you." he grunts with a smirk, leaning down to look her in the eye."You write check now. Not whole thing, but enough to explain why I didn't sell you into sex slavery. We also need to make it look like you had much worse time." he chuckled. Crazy bitch, it still makes him inwardly chuckle - this was supposed to be a session of rape and sexual torture."Then we take you home, crazy American bitch." he chuckles, running a hand in her hair.

The White Russian (Sweet Cherry Pie and TheVillian)

[Savage Rifts] Between a hammer and an anvil - Character Sheets

Please post your sheets here.Please note that custom races will not be allowed. If you want a Rifts race not described in the book then let me know and I'll churn one out. Completed sheetsHeather Maude"Crazy" Kasey ColdwaterAoi TatsumakiSofia MartinDame Andarael BaraxatNatalya-9Active charactersHeather Maude"Crazy" Kasey ColdwaterAoi TatsumakiDame Andarael BaraxatNatalya-9Inactive CharactersRetired charactersSofia MartinGraveyard And here is the sheet for heather Maude, Brutal Killer headhunter.( Click to Show/HideAttributes: Agility d10Smarts d6Spirit d6Strength d10Vigor d8 Skills: Climb d6Driving d6Fighting d10Lockpicking d6Notice d6Persuasion d6Shooting d8Stealth d8Streetwise d6Tracking d6Rank: SeasonedCha: +2Pace: 6Parry: 7Toughness: 16 (8) Hindrances: Code of Honor, Loyalty, Vow Edges: Ambidextrous: Ignore -2 penalty from using off handAssassin: +2 damage when striking unaware foeAttractive: +2 CharismaCombat Reflexes: +2 to Spirit to recover from shakenNerves of Steel: Ignore 1 point of wound penaltiesUpgradable: Maximum Strain +6Languages: English, Spanish, Dragonese, ChineseGear: Crusader Heavy Armor (+8 Armor, +2 Toughness, Full Environmental)NG 45LP (Range 15/30/60, Damage 2d6+2, RoF 1, AP 2)NG-E4 Plasma Ejector (Range 24/48/96 Damage 3d10, RoF 1, Mega-Damage)Wilk’s 447 (Range 40/80/160, Damage 3d6, RoF 1, AP 2)M89 rifle (Range 24/48/96 Damage 2d8, RoF 1, scoped: A scope provides a +2 Shooting bonus to shots at Medium Range or higher as long as the firer does not move this round.)25 rounds 7.62 NATO for rifleNGS2 Survival PackVibro Sword (Damage Str+d10, AP 4, Mega Damage)6 E-clips.2 power packs for NG-E4 (120 shots each)1200 credits. Cybernetics (Strain 6/12): Core Electronics Package (+4 Repair and Common Knowledge, computer, radio)Optics Package (+2 sightbased Notice checks)Nano-repair system (one wound healed each day, +4 resist bleed out)Cyber wired reflexes (increase agility die by one, no limit on agility)build in vibro knife (str+d6, AP4, Mega Damage)Special Abilities:She also gains +2 for Fighting, Shooting, and Throwing rolls, but only to offset Called Shot penalties. Hero’s Journey: A number of bonuses, already figured in, come from Heather’s Hero’s Journey rolls.Mountaineer ATV: Mountaineer Mk 2: Size 6, Acc/TS 10/50 (Maximum speed 120 mph), Toughness 31 (16), Crew 2+8, Remaining Mods 6 Notes: All-Terrain, Handling 1, Environmental Systems, M.D.C. Armor, Sensor SuiteLight Laser: Range 150/300/600, Damage 2d10, RoF 1, AP 5Rail gun: Range 100/200/400, Damage 2d10+4, RoF 3, AP 10, Shots 45 Kasey Coldwater ( Kasey “Krazy Kasey” “KC” ColdwaterRace: D-Bee (elf-like)Racial Bonus: Charisma +4Racial hindrance: Major hindrance: slender (-1 toughness)TraitsAgility: d12+2Smarts: d6Spirit: d6Strength: d8Vigor: d8Derived StatisticsCharisma: +8Pace +2Parry: 10Toughness: 6PP: 20Crazy AbilitiesBio-Regeneration: Awakening certain portions of the brain via the Mind Over Matter implants grants KC a natural healing roll once every 24 hours. This is good because KC would rather be fucked gently with a chainsword than do into a doctor’s office or lab.Enhanced Attributes: KCs gains +2 die types to Agility, Strength, and Vigor. These traits have no maximum. Enhanced Speed: KC doubles her base Pace. Heightened Senses: KC gains +2 to Notice and Tracking rolls. They also ignore two points of Range penalties.Minor Psionic: Unlocking so much of the brain’s potential grants KC the Arcane Background (Psionics) Edge and Psionics d6. She is not overly skilled as a Psychic, using her powers subconsciously rather than intentionally.Super Endurance: KC requires only half the normal amount of sleep, and gain +4 on all checks to resist Fatigue. „„ KC has a tough time sleeping and often has nightmares.Super Reflexes: Crazies have uncanny reflexes, granting them a −2 to be hit as long as they are aware of the attack.Losing it: Krazy Kasey always enjoys a certain level of preternatural capabilities, but she also has moments where she can completely unleash her potential by Losing It. Throwing caution to the wind and shoving rational thought to the back of her mind, she gains the effects of being Berserk (as per the Edge). This can be done at will, as an action. While she is Losing It, the Crazy is Fearless (see Monstrous Abilities in Savage Worlds), making her immune to Fear and Intimidation. While in this state, she cannot use her psionic abilities, nor anything requiring concentration.Getting it together: KC comes out of Losing It using the standard Smarts roll for Berserk. Then she’s critically hampered by one or more psychological Hindrances. The game effect is a −2 to all Trait rolls for the duration of Getting It Together. From a roleplaying perspective, she is overcome with feelings of worthlessness and doubt. She is incredibly submissive and masochistic in this state and will literally do anything a dominant partner wants. She will actively seek a dominant sexual partner in this state, and will go to great lengths to find someone to mistreat her.The duration of this state is based on the results of the Smarts roll made to come out of the Losing It state in the first place Raise: She only spends 1d6 minutes Getting It Together. Success: She spends 1d6 × 10 minutes in the Getting It Together state.Failure: She spends 1d6 hours Getting It Together. Critical Failure: She spends the next 24 hours Getting It Together. KC may not employ Losing It while in the Getting It Together state.Crazy ComplicationsDistinctive Appearance: The protrusions from her skull mark KC for what she is to anyone who lives on Rifts Earth. KC, like many other crazies, elaborately declares herself to the world with the following distinctive features.Tattoos Random ones all over her body. KC might have some impluse control, so when the mood strikes her she gets one on the spot Notable tattoos include (but not limited to)“B-Blam!” (left inner thigh)“Don’t Be Stupid” (left inner forarm)Barbwire armband (upper left arm)“Abandon all hope, ye who enter here” tramp stamp.Body piercings (subject to change on whim)Lobes (one stud and one ring each)Earcuffs (two rings in left, 3 rings in right)Eyebrow (three rings in left, one ring in right)Lower Lip (snakebite rings)Left nostril (ring)Tongue (two studs)Nipples (one ring each)Navel (curved barbell)Clitoral hood (ring)Labia majora (three rings each side)Hair (can be any of the following, or something new (regeneration works on hair too, great for changing a ‘do). The color is usually multiple (usually cool colors/galaxy, but sometimes pink, white or fire). The following are common styles for her, but she gets bored quicklyDreadhawk (she is rocking a galaxy dreadhawk at the start of the game)shaved head with odd hairs sticking out in places MohawkDouble mohawkChelsea ChelseahawkShaved with just pigtailsClothingImagine every slutty halloween costume you ever saw and make the skirt 6 inches shorter… or at least when she is wering a skirt. Sometimes she elects to wear g-strings as pants, or just no pants at all… and the same goes for her tops. In fact the only outfit that seems to be consistent is her predilection for boots. She doesn’t have a large wardrobe, though, and tends to trade/sell/abandon her old clothes when she buys (or fucks someone for) her new set.Magic: M.O.M. implants jumble the mind in such a way as to make the use of magic impossible, and boy howdy is KC’s mind jumbled.Needs Action: KC lives in a constant state of heightened adrenaline and awareness, and even when she is suffering from depression, she cannot escape the feeling. During particular slow periods, the Game Master may call for a Spirit roll. Failure means the Crazy gains −2 Charisma as she becomes irritable and impatient. She also suffers a −1 to all Trait rolls from the distraction of her frenzied mind, until some kind of high alert status or action kicks in. Unstable Psyche: From the start (and for no added benefit), KC gains a psychological or emotional Hindrance determined by rolling on the Psyche Degradation Table. Representing the constant degradation of her psychological state, the character gains an additional Hindrance from the table each time she achieves a new Rank.Skills Climbing: d6 Fighting: d12 Persuasion: d6 Psionics: d6 Shooting: d10 Stealth: d6 Streetwise: d8 Throwing: d6 EdgesQuick: KC has lightning-fast reflexes and a cool head (well, that is a relative term… but when it comes to reaction she is ice cold). Whenever you are dealt a 5 or lower in combat, you may discard and draw again until you get a card higher than 5. Attractive: Whatever dimension KC’s kind is from, it is obvious that her kind is naturally, (or intentionally bred to be) beautiful. However, KC’s family is beautiful even for them. KC gains +2 to her Charisma from her naturally blessed genes.Very Attractive: KC is drop-dead gorgeous, even for her mind numbingly stunning race. She could enter a beauty contest against nymphs and dryads and have a chance at winning. Her Charisma is increased to +4.Acrobat: Krazy Kasey has no formal training the acrobatic arts, but the preternatural awareness of her body given by the M.O.M. implant combined with her naturally lithe and agile body give her poise undreamt of by the greatest ballerinas and gymnasts of the 20th century. She gains +2 to all Agility rolls made to perform acrobatic maneuvers (including Trick maneuvers), and also adds +1 her Parry as long as she has no encumbrance penalty.Dodge: Krazy Kasey’s body escapes harm almost even before she is aware of it. This Edge allows her to use cover, movement, and concealment to make her harder to hit with unnatural east. Unless she is the victim of a surprise attack and taken completely unaware, attackers must subtract 1 from their Shooting or Throwing rolls when targeting her. When KC attempts to evade area effect attacks, she may add +1 to her Agility roll as well (when allowed).Improved Dodge: As above but attackers subtract 2 from their attack rolls, and she adds +2 to evade area effect weapons when allowed.Weapon Master: Kasey's parry is increased by +1.Scrounger (Cheap whore): Some people are just very skilled at knowing how to find what they need in an urban setting. They know where to look, who to talk to, and how to get what their group needs. Krazy Kasey, however, just fucks and sucks whomever to get what she wants. KC can make a Streetwise check, once per session, in any city or large town (−2 in smaller urban areas) to accomplish one of the following: „„ Gain 1d6+2 fully charge e-clips for the firearms she and her teammates use. Acquire a complete reload for one Mega Damage weapon, such as a Boom Gun, Mini Rail Gun, or grenade launcher. Procure food for 2d6 people for a week. Fully restock one Trauma Kit, or find 1d4+1 first aid kits (as found in the NGS2 Survival Pack). Obtain a non-secured cred-card with 2d10 × 2000 credits on it. Find some rare (not necessarily valuable) and needed item (entertainment chips for computers, a spare part for a suit of armor or vehicle, snacks and treats, etc.).Arcane Background: (psionics)Brainburn: When KC rolls a 1 on his Psionics die (regardless of his Wild Die), she is automatically Shaken. On a critical failure, she lets out a psychic wail that causes her to be Shaken along with all allies in a Large Burst Template who fail a Spirit roll. This can cause a wound.Jack-of-all-trades: KC has more skills and knowledge locked away in her fried little noggin than anyone could hope to learn in a lifetime (even a long one). When she is trying to do something she has no clue how to do, her hands just seem to know the way. Likewise she sometimes blurts out facts or knows words of a language she has never heard of. KC has learned to simply accept these things as a consequence of how sexy she looks (See her Delusion: rule of sexy). When she can’t figure something out, she is known to strip or even masturbate in order to get a little bit more "juice" (so to speak).Any time she makes an unskilled roll for a Smarts-based skill, she may do so at d4 instead of the usual d4–2.HindrancesCurious (Major): It killed the cat, and it might kill KC as well. She is easily dragged into any adventure, down every alleyway, and into every bed. She HAS to check out everything and always want to know what’s behind a potential mystery.Overconfident (Major): Kasey MAY have a problem with impulse control ;). There’s nothing out there that she can’t get through, or so she believes. Her gray matter of self preservation and concern for danger was fried when her M.O.M. implant used that pathway for one-handed handstands and running backflips. She believes whole-heartedly in herself and never wants to retreat from a challenge. She’s isn’t suicidal (yet), but she certainly takes on more than common sense (what’s that?) dictates.Bloodthirsty (Major): When KC loses it, she FUCKING LOSES IT. She never takes prisoners unless restrained or put in her place. She suffers –4 to his Charisma, but only if her terrifying madness is known known; no one wants to fuck a crazy bitch that might bite off your dick or choke you to death on a whim.Delusion (Major): (The rule of sexy) -- Kasey was supposed to be a honeypot killer, a sexy machine that drew in everyone around her. As such her training was always done in sexy clothing, mostly nude, or nude in order to get her used to fighting that way and implant that as a preferred style of dress in her mind. She was slowly brought up from normal fatigues to more revealing athletic wear, to gowns to sexy gowns, to lingerie, to topless, to bottomless to only boots, to nude. However, her re-wired brain took notice of how her skills increased as she was more overtly sexly and make the not wholly inconceivable leap of logic that her increase of skill was due to how slutty she was dressed. Phobia (hospitals and medicine)Phobia (Major): (Doctors) -- Kasey was experimented on and tortured beyond what a crazy normally has to deal with from their implant. the goal was a disciplined crazy that would do their bidding, but when they got was a crazy that treated their sexual torture as a carrot, and was so fearful of them that they could not offer a coherent command over her screaming. it was almost a relief when she murdered her orderlies and escaped into a lay-line storm. Quirk (Minor): exhibitionist -- Even beyond her delusion of the rule of sexy, KC has a deep and abiding need to show herself in public areas. Wearing tiny skirts with no underwear, flashing tits, ass and pussy, transparent clothing, and more; KC loves to flaunt it, and will do so whenever she can.Poverty (Minor):Kasey is always buying stupid shit or overspending on ephemeral extravagances. She starts with half the usual money and just keeps spending money like a cokes-out sailor after play begins. In general, she halves her total funds every game week.Psionics: Deflection Rank: Novice Power Points: 2 Range: Touch Duration: 3 (1/round)Extra: Auto RaiseKC’s deflection works like a sort of split second divination, she is already out of the way by the time the gun is pointed her augmented mind and body working out the vectors like a supercomputer. Attackers must subtract 4 from any Fighting, Shooting, or other attack rolls directed at the user. This also acts as Armor against area effect weapons.HealingRank: Novice Power Points: 3 Range: Touch Duration: Instant Healing repairs recent bodily damage. It must be used within the “Golden Hour,” though, for it has no effect on wounds more than one hour old. For Wild Cards, each use of the healing spell removes a wound with a success, two with a raise. The roll suffers a penalty equal to the victim’s wounds (in addition to any the caster might be suffering himself). For Extras, the GM must first determine if the ally is dead (see Aftermath on page 78). If so, no healing may be attempted. If not, a successful arcane skill roll returns the ally to the game Shaken. Healing can also cure poison and disease if used within 10 minutes of the event.Environmental Protection Rank: Novice Power Points: 2 Range: Touch Duration: 1 hour (1/hour) Adventurers sometimes travel beneath the waves, in space, or other hazardous environments. This power protects them from the crushing depths or blazing sun as they do. This power allows the target to breathe, speak, and move at his normal Pace while in one normally harmful environment, such as underwater, a zero-G vacuum, the lava of a volcano, or even the heat of the sun. Pressure, atmosphere, air, etc, are all provided for. The power does not protect against attacks with similar trappings though. A fire attack still causes normal damage, for example. With a raise on the casting roll, maintaining the power becomes 1 Power Point per two hours. Additional Targets: The character may affect up to five targets by spending a like amount of additional Power Points. GearNG Super Laser Pistol Range: 15/30/60 Damage: 2d6+2 RoF:1 AP: 2 Clip: 20 Weight: 8 Cost: 21,000Notes: Semi-Auto. Integrated grenade launcher (Range 12/24/48, Damage by grenade, 6 shots).Armor Piercing Grenade: Damage: 3d8 AP: 8 Notes: Mega Damage, SBTFragmentation Grenade: Damage: 3d6 Notes: Mega Damage, LBTHeavy Fragmentation Grenade Damage: 3d8 Notes: Mega Damage, MBTPlasma Grenade: Damage: 3d10 Notes: Mega Damage, SBTWilk’s 447 Laser RifleRange: 40/80/160 Damage: 3d6 RoF: 1 AP: 2 Clip: 20 5 Cost: 18,000Chain LongswordDamage: Str+2d8 AP: 2Weight: 15 Cost: 14,000NG-S2 Survival PackWeight: 30250 credits.Hero’s Journey rollsUnderworld: Spies and provocateurs are regularly called upon to do just about anything to accomplish a mission; your hero’s made it a point to learn a little something about everything. She has the Jack-of-All-Trades Edge.Training: Constant battle, for cause or survival, means your hero knows a great deal about combat. Select one Combat Edge; you may ignore all requirements except where an Edge has a specific predecessor (such as with Improved Frenzy; your character must have Frenzy first). After serving in a military, paramilitary, militia, or security force for some time, your hero has some solid combat training. She gains +5 Skill Points, which may be spent on Fighting, Shooting, or Throwing in any combination.PsionicsSome powers become second-nature to the psionic. Choose a power your character knows; when she successfully activates it, she gains the raise effect automaticallyMore ISP means more power to work with, and your character has it. He gains +10 ISP to his base. ( name:Dame Andarael BaraxatCharacter conceptCyber KnightRifts experience: Limited but definitely there.Savage worlds: Similar (I ran Fifty Fathoms on this site for a while as an example.)Gender : FemaleSexual orientation: Bisexual. Chaste and a little curious. (She hasn't had much time to expirament, and doesn't wish to endanger her knighthood with children.)Age: “I've just won my spurs.” (21)Species of character: HumanNon-Con open: Yes, pleaseDom/sub/switch:Sub, potentially switch if her life goes the right way.Sexual likes: Emotion. Surrender. Harems. Virgins. Non con is lovely, but a girl needs a little foreplay—whether she wants it or not! ;)Sexual dislikes: Brutality, dry sex, site limits. Anal and cum shots are a fret, but I can definitely get into them if my writing partner puts in a little effort.Short character background: Born and raised in Tolkien, only daughter of a cyber knight named Klael Baraxat and his homemaker wife Chiaki. When Andarael was thirteen, her father's shield brother Zane brought her her father's sword and energy rifles, with the grave news of his death and the thanks of the thousands he died saving. This strengthened Andarael's resolve to follow in her father's footsteps, and the next y ear she asked Zane to make her his squire.Character Sheet ( Aoi Tatsumaki - Power Armor Jock( name: Aoi TatsumakiCharacter concept: Power Armor JockRifts experience: Played in several campaigns using a variety of systemsSavage worlds (or Savage Rifts) experience: Moderate, has the Explorer Ed, Savage Rifts, more, played several gamesGender : Hermaprhodite (formerly female)Sexual orientation: Females and other hermsAge : 22 years oldSpecies of character: HumanNon-Con open : YesDom/sub/switch: SwitchSexual likes (up to 5): Exhibitionism/casual nudity, Vaginal sex, large breasts, breastplay, perversion/giving into desires.Sexual dislikes (up to 5): Cock abuse, dry penetration, scat, brutalityShort character background A member of the Armored Mecha Police on the world of Gravion, Aoi charged into an illegal science den and found a scene beyond belief... it wasn't science at all, but some sort of sorcery, tanks full of schoolgirls being mutated in bizarre ways! Dr. Ibomez, the fiendish woman behind this, laughed and used one of her mutated vicitms to open portal to another world. Kicking in her jets without hesitation, Aoi followed the madwoman through, finding herself in another lab on RIFTS Earth. Overwhelmed by shock and Ibomez's minions on that side, Aoi became her newest subject, transformed into a large-cocked hermaphrodite! The city of Tolkeen fell before she could be further changed and Aoi managed to escape in the chaos, helping a small group of refugees get clear, leading them to Safeharbor. She has stayed in the city, helping to protect it while looking for a way home and to bring Dr. Ibomez to justice.AppearanceAoi is a fit, somewhat thick human woman (formerly) with short blonde hair and a nice tan. Her Flying Venus power armor has a great many transparent sections, leaving a great deal of skin apparently exposed... what isn't is shiny purple-black, with a tightly-fitted bowl helmet for maximum visibility. It's too tight to wear anything under it and her home dimension had a climate and social attitude very forgiving of nudity. She keeps a loose halter top, spandex speedo and flesh tone foot sheathes in one of the armor's external pouches. StatsMARS Power Armor Soldier Agility d12Smarts d8Strength d6Spirit d6Vigor d6Pace 6”Parry 7Cha 0Toughness 5Armored: MDC Armor 8, Toughness 8Pace 8 ground, 24 flying, Climb 2Edges-Power Armor Jock-Quick-Elan-McGuyver-Dodge-Luck-Trademark Weapon (Mini Railgun)2 Improved Trademark Weapon “Metalstorm” mini-railgun2 +1 AgilityHuman – Strong WilledComplicationsEnemy (Flesh Alchemist – Minor) -1Quirk Cock-driven lusts -1Heroic -2Skills Shooting D12Fighting D10Notice D8Repair D8Knowledge (Tactics) D6Driving D6Piloting D6Intimidate D6Taunt D6Investigation D4Persuasion D6GearFlying Venus Powered Armor asFT-005 Flying Titan: Size 1, +8 Armor M.D.C., +3 Toughness, Strength d12+2, Pace 8, Flight Pace 24, Climb 2. Weapons: 2×Dual linked Light Lasers (wing- mounted) 150/300/600 2d10 damage ROF 1 AP 5 Shots inf. Mods 12×Mini-Missile Launchers (wing- mounted) 100/200/400 5d6 damage ROF 1 AP 6 Shots 12 Mini Railgun “Metalstorm” 75/150/300 Damage 2d8+4 ROF 4 AP 6 Shots 32 Mods 2 Chain Greatsword Str + 2d10 AP 2, Mega-Damage, -1 Parry 22 lbsNG-56 Ion Pistol 10/20/40 1–3d6 ROF 1 Shots 12 Weight 2NG Super Laser Pistol 15/30/60 2d6+2 ROF 1 AP 2 Shots 20 Semi-Auto-Grenade Launcher 12/24/48 6 shots, AP grenades1000 creditsAt 2018-01-19 01:45:42, TFcommando (uid: 55536) rolls: 1d4 Result: 1 ( Fortune & Glory Mighty Weapon (Trademark), Smart & Learned, Choose – Agile & DextrousAt 2018-01-11 23:36:30, TFcommando (uid: 55536) rolls: 3d12 Result: 18 ( Elan, Training Prof Edge McGuyver, Training +5 skill points fighting, shooting throwingAt 2018-01-11 23:50:11, TFcommando (uid: 55536) rolls: 3d20 Result: 10 ( XP 4 raises+1 Agility+1 2 skillsDodgeLuckNSFW pics( withdrawn Character Sheet, such as it isName: Natalya-9 ( Experimental Coalition Mutant FoxPlayer: SchnookumsEXP: 20 (Ability, Edge, Skill, Skill)Race: Dogboy? (Fox girl)Iconic Framework: Psi-OperatorHero's Journey:ISP: 30 Age: 20 Birthday: January 1st Gender: Female Sexuality: Bi, male focused, but also innocent Height: 5'2" Weight: 100lbs Measures: Skin: Gray Fur Hair: White Eyes: Blue Style: Agility d8 Charisma -2 Smarts d10 Pace 6 Spirit d10 Parry 5 Strength d4 Toughness 10(5) Vigor d6 Wounds SkillsRepair D10 Psionics D10Knowledge: Computers D8 Tracking D8 Streetwise D8Survival D6 Fighting d6 Shooting d8Driving d6Stealth d6Swimming d6Notice d6Lockpicking d6 BackgroundPermanent Wounds: Iconic Framework AbilitiesM.A.R.S Fortune and Glory Rolls: Smart and Learned: Your hero adds one die type to Smarts and begins with a d6 in any three Smarts-linked skills.Spiritual and Determined: Your hero adds one type to Spirit and begins with the Strong Willed Edge.Agile and Dexterous: Your hero adds one die type to Agility and begins with either the Ambidextrous or Quick Edge.Racial AbilitiesBreed Advantage: A Dog Boy begins with the Breed Advantage Edge (see sidebar). The player decides what breed (or breeds) the character is influenced by. After creation, he Dog Boy may take the Edge again at Novice Rank.Keen Sense of Smell: Dog Boys have a sense of smell similar to their canine counterparts. They gain a +2 bonus on Notice checks based on smell, as well as +2 on all Tracking rolls.Natural Weapons: Dog Boys bite for Str+d6 damage.Outsider: Dog Boys are awkward around human populations, and people outside the CS may be frightened of them because they are so closely identified with that regime. They have the Outsider Hindrance and a −2 Charisma with everyone except other Dog Boys.Psychic Sense: Dog Boys have the inherent ability to detect arcana, interpreting it as a scent. They use the Notice skill (with their Keen Sense of Smell bonus) to detect the presence and location of psychic or magic energies, beings, or items. They can also use the Tracking skill (also with the Keen Sense of Smell bonus) to follow a specific magical or psionic entity. This sense works to detect anything psychic, magic, or supernatural, including invisible and astral beings. Psychic Sense doesn’t work inside sealed armor or vehicles. Cybernetic implants also cause problems; every point of Strain imposes a −1 penalty when the Dog Boy uses his Psychic Sense (the Cyber-Psychic Alignment Edge can negate this penalty). See sidebar on page 61.Restricted Paths: Inherent psionic limitations make arcane magic impossible. Dog Boys cannot take any Arcane Background using PPE, nor any Iconic Framework that includes it.Wanted Hindrance (Minor): Dog Boys operating outside of CS control are wanted by the Coalition, and there’s always a fair bounty for bringing one in.Weakness (Ley Line Hypersensitivity): Dog Boys lose their Psychic Sense on or close (within 2” or 4 yards) to a ley line. Ley Line storms cause a level of Fatigue from severe headaches and distress as for a psychic (which does not stack if they have the Arcane Background), but their Fatigue requires an hour to recover after the storm ends.Hero's Journey:When all else fails, your hero knows how to take any available resources and jury rig her way into or out of situations. She has the McGyver Edge, and she gains a die type in RepairYour character’s innate understanding of computers makes her one of the most valuable people in the world, whether most folks understand that or not. She gains Knowledge (Computers) at d8, as well as +2 when dealing with electronic securityMore ISP means more power to work with, and your character has it. He gains +10 ISP to his baseEdgesMr. Fix ItGadgeteerMcGyverQuickStrong willedArcane Background (Psionic)Major PsionicMaster PsionicTelemechanicsBreed Edge (Agility)HindrancesCurious (Major)Quirk (Minor) - Natalya is fascinated with technology, especially things she's never seen before, and can easily be distracted by it i.e. being more interested in the make and model of laser rifle the bad guy is using then the fact that they're out to kill her with it, although she's not so ditzy as to stand in the line of fire. Or she might try improving the speed and fuel efficiency of car she's in....while it's being driven.Loyal (Minor)Spells and PowersTelepathyInvisibilityTelekinesisArmor TypeDog pack armorWeaponsNG-33 Laser PistolRollDamageRangeNotesGear Location Wt.NG-S2 Survival PackBlack Market Goods and Credits2000 creditsTotal Weight CarriedWeight LimitEncumbrance Penalty ( name:Katherine "Kitty" LeblancCharacter concept:Zapper & Body FixerGender:FutanariSexual orientation:Homoflexible, prefers Futanari & TrapsAge:19Height:5'0"Weight:90lbs+Species of character:Human-ishNon-Con open (yes or no):Yes, but depends on my moodDom/sub/switch:Dominant, Enjoys Bottoming/ReceivingSexual likes (up to 5):Anal (Giving/Receiving), Exhibitionism (Public Nudity/Agoraphilia/Martymachlia), Gangbangs (Receiving), Oral (Giving), Tentacle Monsters/Automatons/Anthromorphs/EtcSexual dislikes (up to 5):Bestiality, Mind Control, Realistic Rape, Watersports/ScatOCC: ZapperRace: Natural/GeniusRank: NoviceLanguages: Quebecois, American, Spanish, Sign LanguageExperience: 0Agility: d4Smarts: d8 (+2 Test of Will)Spirit: d10 (+2 Test of Will)Strength: d4Vigor: d4Charisma: +0Jump: 1”/2”Load: 20lbsLift: 80lbsPace: 6”Parry: 3Toughness: 4Strain: 0/4ISP: 20Racial TraitsAdaptableD6 Skills (Healing, Knowledge (Cybernetics), Knowledge (Medicine))Sleep Reduction (1)Cyber ResistantLoyalMuteRestricted Path (Arcane)EdgesArcane Background (Psionics)Major PsionicsHealerRapid Recharge (1pp/30min)ScholarStrong WilledImproved Electric Aura (3d8/MD, Medium Burst (Self))Improved Lightning BoltGreater Lightning Bolt (6d8/MD, 15/30/60)HindrancesArrogantQuirk (Exhibitionism)Quirk (Static Shocker)Hero’s JourneyHealer EdgeRapid Recharge EdgeScholar EdgeStrong Willed EdgeAdvancesSkillsHealing: d8 +2Knowledge (Cybernetics): d8 +2Knowledge (Medicine): d8 +2Psionics: d12Notice: d6Taunt: d8 +2Intimidate: d8 +2Iconic AbilitiesArcane Background (Psionics): A Zapper begins with three powers from the list above, 20 ISP, and a d8 Psionics skill.Major Psionics: Zapper begin with the Major Psionics Edge. When they take the Power Points Edge, they gain 10 ISP (instead of 5). They are able to spend 2 ISP for a +1 to Psionics rolls, and 4 ISP for a +2 (added before the roll). They can spend +1 ISP for Range × 2 for any ranged (not Self or Touch) powers, or +2 ISP for Range ×10. These last two effects are doubled when on a ley line.Electric Aura: At will, as an action (no roll required), a Zapper can surround himself with a sheath of electricity, causing 3d6 damage to anyone who touches him (with a melee or touch attack, for example). He can add this damage to any Fighting attack he makes, as well. When the aura is activated, it provides +6 Armor to the Zapper (this stacks with the armor power, but not worn armor). Neither effect costs any ISP. However, if he spends 3 ISP when he activates his Electric Aura, the damage becomes Mega Damage and the Armor gains the M.D.C. quality. Electric Aura goes away whenever the Zapper is Incapacitated or is otherwise unconscious.Electrokinesis: Over a Large Burst Template centered anywhere within 12”, the Zapper can create, control, and eliminate electricity. He can create minor electrical effects as a free action with no roll. As an action, he can create environmental effects that impose a −2 to Trait rolls (−4 with a raise). For any Trait rolls, use the Psionics skill. None of these effects cost ISP.Electric Rejuvenation: With access to a source of electricity the Zapper may draw power into their own body to rejuvenate wounds. Once per day the Zapper may use this ability to make a natural healing check.Chargewalker: The Zapper is completely impervious to all sources of electricity. He only suffers half damage from fire and heat attacks, as well as laser weapons.Lightning Bolt: The Zapper can hurl forth an electric bolt of 4d6 Damage with a Range of 12/24/48. This costs no ISP and does Mega Damage. The Zapper may add +2 AP by spending 1 ISP per Electric Bolt, or +4 AP for 2 ISP. Double the bonus for the same cost when on a ley line. Rolling a 1 on the Psionics die when using electric bolt does not result in Brainburn (per Savage Worlds).Cybernetics: Simply not a good option for a Zapper, as they interfere too much with his powers. If circumstances force a bionic addition, each point of Strain imposes a −1 penalty to the Psionics skill.Enemies: The Coalition considers Zapper a dire threat to life and property, and they are to be destroyed on sight. There are more than a few settlements with long memories of rogue Zappers causing enormous property damage.Psionic PowersTelepathy (Novice, 2pp, One Mile, 3 (1/round)): Telepathy is used to communicate mentally with other people. If the target is willing, a simple success is all that is needed. Otherwise, the roll is opposed by the target’s Spirit. Success allows communication with the target. Only those thoughts and images the participants wish to send can be sensed; anything more requires mind reading. If the caster cannot see the target, they must know and be able to identify the intended recipient in some reasonable fashion; their roll suffers a −4 penalty. Once telepathic contact is established, it may be maintained up to one mile away. Each conversation established via telepathy counts as a separate power for purposes of maintenance penalties. Telepathy can be used to speak with entities with whom you do not share a language; communication is based on thoughts and images. However, this form of communication can be difficult and basic in nature. The stranger the being (spirits, monsters, or beings from entirely different realms), the more complicated even the most basic communication can be.Telekinesis (Seasoned, 5pp, Smarts, 3 (1/round)): Telekinesis is the ability to move a single object or creature (including one’s self) with arcane will. The weight a caster can lift is equal to 10 pounds times his Spirit die type, 50 pounds times his Spirit with a raise.Lifting Creatures: Living targets may resist with an opposed Spirit roll. If the roll is greater than the caster’s skill total, the victim is unaffected. If the creature loses, however, it is lifted as usual and does not get another attempt to break free. Occasionally a victim might manage to grab onto something solid to prevent itself from being lifted. When this happens, the victim may make an opposed Strength roll versus the caster’s arcane skill. If the victim is successful, he manages to grab onto whatever was available and is not moved, bashed, or otherwise affected that round.Telekinetic Weapons: A caster can use telekinesis to wield a weapon. When this occurs, the weapon’s Fighting is equal to his arcane skill, and its damage is based on the caster’s Spirit instead of his Strength. A sword that does Strength+d6 damage, for example, does Spirit+d6 when wielded by telekinesis. The weapon otherwise functions normally, including granting bonus damage when it strikes with a raise.Dropping Things: Particularly ruthless characters often use telekinesis to drop their foes or bash them into walls and the like. A creature affected by this power can be moved up to the caster’s Smarts in inches per turn in any direction. Dropped creatures suffer falling damage as usual. Victims who are bashed into walls or other solid objects suffer the caster’s Spirit+d6 as damage. If a caster with a d12 Spirit smashes an orc into a wall, for example, the orc suffers d12+d6 damage.Fly (Veteran, 3/6pp, Touch, 3 (1/round)): Fly allows a character to fly at his basic Pace with a Climb of 0. He may double his Pace by spending twice the number of Power Points.Additional Targets: The character may affect up to five targets by spending a like amount of additional Power Points.WeaponsElectric Aura: 3d8/MD, Medium Burst (Self)/Self, ConstantLightning Bolt: 6d8/MD, *AP, 1RoF, 15/30/60NG-33 Laser Pistol: 2d4+1, 2AP, 1RoF, 15/30/60, 20 Shots, 4lbsArmorElectric Aura: 6 Armor/MDCEquipmentCredits (1400)Bio-Analysis Kit (5lbs)Dosimeter (1lb)Trauma Kit (3lbs, +1 Healing, -2 Penalties (Healing))

[Savage Rifts] Between a hammer and an anvil - Character Sheets

Team Game, On and Off the Field - (Closed for VelvetDarkness)

"Three nil! Three nil! Three nil! M-U has done it again! Oh my God, they've done it again!" Red rose up in waves, everywhere, Old Trafford stadium was awash with the Red Devil's furry. Their newest acquisition from the off season,Adrian Domingezhad scored twice in the first half to put one of the most successful franchises in the English premier league on top of a fierce rival in Arsenal who just seemed over matched throughout the entire game.The crowds were not the only ones who were jubilant, the man playing for nearly five million pounds per year was a shorter man of Spanish decent who had grown up playing soccer his whole life. His jersey was somewhere back about mid pitch and his entire muscled physique was tensed as he screamed towards the sky. Soon he was joined by the rest of his teammates, burying him a flurry of red jerseys, shinguard's, and cleats. He reveled in the feel of the wet grass and damp mud against his face.That had been hours ago, now himself,Paul Hummelthe oldest player on club and had scored the lone other goal,Danny Christianone of the youngest who had been raised nearby Old Trafford on Talbot road, and the ace of the clubZeek Christianwho was an American and one of the best keepers in the world. Having led the American club to victory at the Olympics the preceding year. They were all over at the mansion of the latest owner of the club, Reynold Montelo, after the American who had bought the franchise only to turn it around and sell it shortly after. Champagne flowed freely, and many times normal conversation was broken with wild cheers as one player or another entered or left the enormous mansion.Adrian was sitting dazed on the couch, trying to take it all in, when suddenly there was Hummel's wife sitting next to him. For the life of him he couldn't remember her name, so he just nodded to her, "Hey," He said with his thick Spanish accent as he reclined back in the couch and swallowed a large gulp of his champagne.-Zeek was probably the least stunned of anyone who had any interest in the club. He had won the Olympics the year before and before that several titles of MLS back in the United States. Still, he could enjoy it all the same. Although he did frown when he saw the owner's daughter walking toward him with a full class of champagne, he'd quite forgotten that the drinking laws were quite lower in England then they were in the states. He stepped in front of her and gave a warm smile, but then pointed at her drink, "Yo, does your pops know you drinking that shi- er... stuff?" He asked, not knowing how foolish he would look in a second or two. Lydia Hummelsurveyed the testosterone fuelled festivities resignedly. It was nice to be surrounded by fit, beautiful men but these players all had nubile little wives and girlfriends who were still in their teens. At 36 she was already starting to feel ancient, though nowhere near as elderly as her husband, Paul, who would be 40 this year. She had married for affection and affluence, if not for love and they had a good relationship but she felt stifled and bored in her roles of dutiful wife, loving mother and style icon. Paul had grown up in poverty until football had freed him. He had married her for a touch of class and Lydia, whose family were asset rich and cash poor with a crumbling family mansion and an empty bank account, had been the perfect match for him all those years ago. Now Paul's rugged charm grated on her and still he had no finesse or tact. She was effectively his PR, managing his social blunders and easing his path into the upper echelons of society.Lydia did try to pass the mantle of youthful womanhood onto her daughter with good grace but it smarted to see how admired Alexa was here in comparison to herself. 36 was no age these days and thanks to yoga, the gym and a strict diet Lydia still felt like a teenager. It just wasn't fair. It didn't occur to Lydia that the players might think twice about eyeing up the wife of a team-mate while he was there in the room. She felt old and frumpy beside her daughter's heady excitement at her debut into the premiership elite.She took a champagne flute from a passing waiter and resisted the urge to admire his backside as he continued across the room. Lydia sank down onto a sofa, reconciled to the knowledge that this was going to be a long night whether she liked it or not."Hey,"Lydia turned to see that she had sat beside a foreign player, Adrian something-or-other. A dark eyed, Hispanic type. He smiled and raised his glass and she returned the gesture."Good game." She ventured, uncertain as to how good his English was. Generally Lydia had little to do with the players these days. She preferred to watch from the VIP suite and then take her daughter home but this time Alexa had begged to meet the current team and Paul had capitulated. Lydia would not have had her daughter exposed to the excesses of premiership players at such a young age but Paul insisted that Alexa had to get her streetsmarts from somewhere other than her exclusive school.~x~​Alexa Hummelwas having a great time. She had only recently turned 18 and this was the first team party that she had been allowed to attend. Though she knew she was under her mother's watchful eye, she revelled in the attention her low cut black halter dress was getting her. Already she was on her fourth champagne flute. A tall man stepped into her path. Alexa instantly recognised him as Zeek Christian, her favourite of the players."Yo, does your pops know you drinking that shi- er... stuff?"Alexa didn't think she'd ever heard anything so... American. It was as though he had stepped from a Hollywood film set. She giggled despite her desire to appear adult and aloof. Alexa's voice, like her mothers, was well modulated and her enunciation was perfect, the result of a very costly boarding school."Well, it's legal here and Dad doesn't mind so long as I'm sensible." She replied. "That was an amazing save earlier by the way." Her eyes dropped to his large hand, hanging by his side. Zeek was tall, broad shouldered and so much manlier than the boys back at school. Alexa flushed slightly as his gaze swept over her. "Gracias," Everyone spoke at least that much Spanish, and Adrian knew enough English to get by anywhere where they didn't, so he wasn't much worried. "Your husband, he's still good, for... An old guy. Paulie is alright." The words were only spoken with a slight hitch, but his deeply ingrained Spanish accent was impossible to miss. He'd never really seen Paul Hummel's celebrated wife, if he remembered correctly she was a model of some sort, and a heiress to a very prominent family in England. All though, to be honest, Adrian could care less about that, it was her modeling that interested him somewhat, besides that the bored expression on her face. Though he was really quite exhausted and only wanted to sit and bathe in the afterglow of such a great game, with all these back pats and handshakes, it was kind of boring... He didn't speak that good English and because of that most of the men here would greet and go, give him a high five... So when this idea came to his mind, he jumped on it."Bene, come, follow," He commanded, "We dance." He was a pretty forceful guy by nature, and the Spanish culture already had no regards for personal boundaries so he had taken her by the wrist and was pulling her towards the largest area of the living room. After clearing a few couches with very showy pushes of heavy furniture, Adrian turned to find Paul, who was impossible to miss since he stood at least five inches taller then everyone in the room besides Zeek. "Hey Paulie!" He said, while raising an arm up, "We dance, okay?" He flipped through the old man's album and picked out the only Latin American music he could find. The beat was fierce and alive, a sort of blend of techno and salsa; the newest version of Latin music, "Benga senorita, we dance, come come come, it is for... Victory." He didn't really care if he made sense, his already dancing feet and insistent tugs could only make it so obvious.-Zeek couldn't miss the girls gaga like stare up at him. He gave her wicked grin, "I'm sure Paulie trusts you ta be sensible," He chuckled, shook his head, and didn't go on to explain his statement. Why should he? If this fine piece of ass wanted to get a little wasted right in front of a player like him, who was he to argue? Even if she was the daughter of the teams captain, hey, she came on to him, right? "So you saw that one huh?" He said, referring to his save, just as the music began to blare. He winced and leaned over so he was speaking right in her ear, "Ya wanna see how it's done?" He asked, while nodding towards the glass door that opened to a well lit lawn and miniature goal. Best way to get in this cuties pants, he knew, was to get her away from her pops and soloed off in a corner. Then he could go to town, it was always easy when they were adoring fans, show'em a trick or two, let'em take a sip or two, then a kiss or two, and soon they'd wake up in bed. Just the two of them. Lydia was really in no mood to humour Enrique Iglesias here but he was being insistent and she didn't want to appear rude. It struck her as incongruously formal and quaint that he asked Paul's permission to dance with her. Lydia pulled together the smattering of Spanish she had acquired on foreign holidays."Um... No salsa muy bien. Ha sido muchos años."[I don't salsa very well. It has been many years.]She picked up the beat and moved into a basic salsa step. Lydia felt exposed and ridiculous in a way she hadn't allowed herself to feel for a very long time. She could feel people's watching her and Paul's gaze in particular. She had picked out askintight sheathby Herve Leger and her sky highLouboutinshad the trademark red sole, which was drawing the eye to her rather graceless performance."Para la victoria entonces."[For victory then.]She smiled.~x~​Alexa tried not to stare but it was proving difficult. Zeek towered above her 5'4" frame despite her heels. Just that little whisper in her ear had been electric, leaving her breathless and visibly flustered. She had seen the way his eyes had fallen down the low cut front of herhalter dress.It was the most sophisticated and adult item of clothing her father had ever let her buy and as far as Alexa was concerned it had just earned its ridiculous price tag. In this dress she was aware of her sexuality and womanhood as she had never been before. It felt... powerful... in a strange kind of way, to witness the Pavlovian response of every man in the room. And here was the sexiest player on the whole team, offering her a private peek at his skills.Alexa wasn't naive enough to believe he had no other agenda but she was more than inexperienced enough to think she could handle being alone with Zeek. The security of being in the vicinity of both her parents lulled her into believing she was perfectly safe. Alexa quickly squashed all pangs of conscience for Harry, the boy from school that she was seeing, and nodded her acquiescence, not quite trusting her voice just yet. Adrian quickly spotted the problems with the heels, he gave a silly smile and held up a finger, "Wait." He said before kneeling and placing one hand on the inside of Lydia's leg while the other slid down her arm and placed her hand on his shoulder for balance. Then he lifted her leg up and slid the shoe off, and quickly repeated the process with her other foot without asking. "There, better," He said with a smile once he stood up, he knew his fingers had lingered a bit too long on her bare legs, and maybe had pulled her dress up a bit too high as he stood, but everyone was drinking and he felt confident that no one would notice.Well, nobody except Lydia of course. He met her eyes with a brash smile and slightly raised eyebrow that told her if she didn't like it, it was too bad because the deed was done and he just might, maybe, might do it again if she wasn't careful. Experience told Adrian that older women, especially ones that looked so young and beautiful, sometimes couldn't stand not playing the field with their good looks. Besides, Paulie could be grating on anyone, his teammates included, and Adrian knew how to take care of a women.He noticed almost immediately that Lydia was dancing closer to him, and of course without the outrageous heels her dancing had improved dramatically. Soon she was wrapped in his arms and he spoke into her ear, "You dance wonderful. You dance more, should dance more." He grinned and slowly twirled her back out of his grasp before moving closer once again with the hip gyving beat.-"Fo' sho' we outa here," Zeek, with the same agility he showed on the field swooped in front of Alexa, snatched her champagne flute, opened the door, helped her down the patio stairs, and placed their drinks on the nearest lawn table. "Kay, first get rid of dose heels, they tighten up dem calves but are the worst things to kick some ass with." A quick glance, and jog both found and captured the nearest 'futbol' in the yard, just to show off Zeek flipped the ball in the air with his toes (having removed his fancy shoes) and headed the ball several times before dropping it right in front of Alexa."Alexa, right? Good, now, make sure ya kick with the inside of your foot, not that toes, kay? Else your daddy might beat my ass fer breakin your toe," As he talked and referred to the side of her foot Zeek was behind her kicking with her foot on the inside of his, just showing her how it was done and in the process running her mostly bare leg again the loose fabric of his breezy pants. "Aight, good, now," He jogged away, "Kick, c'mon, bring it baby, give Zeek yer best shot." The surprising power and speed of the ball coming off her foot almost left him flatfoot, but he recovered in time to snatch the ball out of the air, but he did it without any of the grace he'd shown on the pitch earlier."Damn, your daddy musta give you that kick, you nearly had me thinkin the game wasn't over! C'mon, this time I'll be ready," He rolled the ball back, and sure enough he was; snatching the ball with one hand, rotating until he was upside down, and landing back on his feet in mere seconds. "Told ya, alright daddy's girl, your turn, get in the goal." Without realizing it Zeek kicked a little too hard, Alexa was a little to drunk and little too motivated. She ended up tweaking her ankle and bruising her shin, but she did stop the ball.Zeek lifted her off the ground, giggling, and onto one of the law chairs. He knelt at her side and slowly ran his hands along her slightly swollen ankle, "You know, you're a pretty little thing girl, ain't nobody got dibs on you yet?" She explained about how it really wasn't a thing, but it kind of was, and while she was trapped doing that Zeek suddenly moved his lips onto hers and kissed her back into the chair. It was just a gentle kiss, but it was sudden. He stopped just as suddenly, of course, holding his lips inches from hers, with a cracking smile he whispered, "So it ain't a thing, is it, you and him?"-Paul Hummel had finally greeted and said goodbye to the stuffier guests. Now it was mostly players, and their wives if they didn't have children, and even then those numbers were starting to dwindle, not only people leaving, but others joining Adrian and Lydia on the dance floor. They looked good together, Lydia's style and flair with Adrian dark, deep complexion was like something Paul had seen on the man boring fashion shoes his wife had taken him too.Still he didn't complain, he knew how much she loved him and how much she did for him, but besides all of that he didn't complain because unbeknown to most everybody in their life Lydia enjoyed the odd threesome. Paul almost couldn't believe himself when he had returned one night several years ago to find Lydia waiting with another women, one of her friends from the higher up circles, he had expected a boring chit-chat but that changed the moment Lydia had first opened her mouth, "Paulie, what do you think of Marie here, she's quite fuckable isn't she?" Hearing his high end wife speak like this had shocked, and excited him to no end, from then on it happened maybe once or twice a year, but they had never brought another guy in, though Paul had toyed with the idea. He drank his champagne now and watched the two of them dance, just enjoying the warmth that came from such a sweet victory. Lydia was beginning to tire and it was causing her to lean on Adrian a little more than she was entirely comfortable with. He seemed to just be interested in dancing and it was a rare treat for Lydia to be spared a constant stream of banal chit chat. His silence was alluring and Lydia winked at her husband as Adrian expertly twirled them both past him. She knew she still looked good and Lydia enjoyed flaunting herself just out of Paul's reach like this sometimes. She thought back to the first time she had teased him, quite by accident.Years ago, before Alexa had been born, Paul and Lydia had partied hard with the best of them. A few glasses of good wine and a few lines of top quality cocaine had always made for a killer evening. Coke made Lydia horny to distraction and Paul had enjoyed taking her in the dark corners of highly public places. One particular night, Lydia had worn a dress in blood red silk that flowed deliciously over her curves and fell to just a couple of inches below her ass. They had wound up with some other players in the VIP lounge of a nightclub and Lydia had been dancing in towering black heels with a fellow WAG. When nature called, she tottered to the ladies room and tapped out another line across the back of her hand as she sat on the toilet. She was so drunk and high that she forgot to check her face in the mirror and as she walked out into the club, a tall black man spotted her and stepped in front of her."Damn lady you can't walk around with sugar sprinkled all over your nose like that." He had raised a hand and brushed the cocaine from her face but at the same time, he was walking her backwards into a dark corner. His hand slipped from her face to the back of her neck. "You're fucking wired ain't ya? Such a fine piece of ass too... you gonna givemesome sugar?" His free hand grazed an erect nipple through her dress and he kissed her lightly on the lips. Lydia had just been pulling herself together enough to tell him to fuck off when he vanished.There was a loud thump as he hit the floor and then Paul was all up in her face, dragging her away before anyone they knew could see what had happened. Lydia's back connected with a wall and suddenly his fist was in her hair, yanking her head back so she was forced to look at him."You weren't fighting him... I fucking saw you." He hissed. Paul groped her hard nipples and shoved a hand up her tiny dress to confirm that she was wet. "You fucking whore." His face contorted and for a long moment, Lydia thought he might hit her."I've been wet all fucking night you idiot!" She spat. "I've been wet foryou."Paul's lips brushed against her ear and he pressed into her body, pinning her to the wall with his erection."You're high as a kite, you would have fucked anything... wouldn't you?" Lydia shook her head and opened her mouth to protest but Paul slapped her face lightly to silence her. "Wouldn't you?" He repeated. Lydia knew how the game was played. She nodded.Paul spun her around on her silly heels and pushed her face into the wall. His hands went up her dress and pulled down her thong. Lydia flushed as he used the thong to bind her wrists behind her back. "You would have let him rape you like this... thrown you up against a wall and rammed his big black dick in you. You'd have begged him for it... wouldn't you?" Once again, Lydia nodded. Paul hastily unzipped himself and took her hard from behind. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back into a tight arch. "You filthy little cunt. You act all snotty and get all dolled up in your designer rags but you're just a nasty little coke whore." Paul hammered into her for a few minutes and then reached around and pinched her clit. Lydia came, shaking and moaning as he pinned her to the wall and ground into her. Paul pulled out and dumped her on her knees at his feet. He still had her by the hair and pulled Lydia's face towards his cock while he pumped it with his other hand. Hot jets of cum spurted over her face and into her eyes.When he was done, Paul had untied her wrists and used her thong to wipe the worst of the cum from her face, then Lydia had been forced to wear the cum sodden thong for the rest of the night. Once she had freshened up, Paul had behaved as though nothing had happened... until they were being driven home. He had leaned into her ear and hissed."Of course it would have been nothing like that. Big black guys like that prefer anal. That guy would have shredded your tight little ass."And when he had got her home, Paul had been as good as his word.Since that night, Lyida had known that Paul enjoyed it when she flirted with other men and acted the slutty tease with him. Sometimes he liked an excuse to get angry with her.The song they were dancing to finished and Lydia smiled up at Adrian."I need a drink now. You want a drink?" She asked. Adrian nodded and she swept over to a passing waiter and drained a champagne flute. She handed one to Adrian and then grabbed another for herself. Thinking back over the years as she danced had made Lydia itchy for some coke but she had no idea which of the current players took it.She sat down on a couch and Adrian joined her. "So... there is no Mrs Adrian?" She asked, offering a teasing smile as her eyes swept over his muscled torso. Lydia crossed her legs, deliberately exposing more toned thigh than was needful.~x~​Alexa would have returned Zeek's kiss but it was so brief that just as her lips started to part and welcome him, he was gone. She smiled and blushed, her niples suddenly hardening in the cool air."No." She decided. "It isn't a thing."Zeek's face was still only inches from her own and with a flash of clarity, she realised what he was waiting for. It was so exciting to be pursued by her favourite player but the way he was waiting like this gave her a false sense of his honour. He seemed to want permission, for her to kiss him back."I hardly know you." She breathed, glancing over her shoulder at the distance between Zeek and the door back to the party. "I'll be missed soon." She added ruefully. Alexa didn't want to think about what her father would do to Zeek if he caught them out here. Paul Hummel could be a very volatile man and he had grown up in a bad neighbourhood where fighting was a local hobby.But Zeek hadn't budged an inch and his eyes were still dancing.Alexa leaned forwards and kissed him.[OOC: WAG is a slang term for premiership footballer's wives and girlfriends. They descend en masse at away game locations, stripping designer stores like locusts and partying till the small hours while their men are ordered by the club manager to stay off the booze, go to bed early and not have sex.] Adrian gave a mysterious smile as he sipped his champagne. He obviously looked down at her bare skin, and then back up to Lydia's face. "No, but there are many that wish it." He gave a nonchalant shrug, "It is too hard to choose for me." He gave a quick look around and noticed that the party had definitely slimmed, and was in the process of getting thinner as Paulie was saying goodbye to one of the last couples. "You dance well," Adrian commented with a much larger smile.Unbeknown to Lydia, Paulie had talked to Adrian on the way to this party. Without putting it very delicately, he bluntly told Adrian to be very aggressive with Lydia, show her a good time, she deserved it with all the shit he had put her through. To be honest Adrian was a little scared of Paulie, and decided it would be best not to go against the man's wishes, even if he was just testing him and setting him up for a beat down.Carefully he put his hand on her exposed thigh as he leaned over to whisper, "I bet Paulie looks like a... Como se dice... A clown, next to you. He does with everyone else," With another typical shrug, he leaned back against the couch and smirked right into Lydia's eyes. She had to know something was up; his hand had traveled too far up her thigh to be an accident, besides, it had gone under her dress. She was a fucking fine piece of ass, and Adrian wondered just how far he could get before Paulie decided to beat the fuck out of him, well, he'd only get to do that if the old fart could catch him. That was for sure."Your house is beautiful Lyida... Can you show me more?" Adrian grinned suggestively, and nodded towards the back, private area.----Zeek knew it wasn't fair. His star pull was too strong with this girl, even if he dad was the club's oldest player she still couldn't be expected to resist him. As they kissed, he murmured between their lips touching, "Girl... You taste fine... Mhmmm... Very fine..." He had her just where he wanted her now, her back against the chair, his hands slowly pulling the sexy dress up her even sexier legs. Then..."Fuck!" A loud crash startled both the young couple."What the-" Zeek turned, frowning, angry that something or someone had interrupted him. "Oh fuck, Danny you fucking idiot, you're stoned as a wall!" Giving Alexa one last desperate glance, Zeek got to his feet to help the rookie with his biggest issue currently; walking. The boy sat down promptly next to Alexa.Danny didn't get drunk, and he didn't do drugs. Ever. Well, not till now. "You two were... Ehhh, haha... You two... Hehehehe... We should, the three... Not gay, just she's pretty..."Zeek nervously rubbed his neck, "You pervert, too much porn, jackass... Sorry Alexa I'll get rid of this asshole," Grabbing Danny under the arm, Zeek began to lift when he felt a soft hand on top of his. He looked down in surprise at Alexa, "What?"Danny whispered with a loud slur, "She's gonna say... Come back! Ehhh hahaha!" Lydia smiled and rose, glancing at Paul just in case he was about to get the wrong impression and start throwing his weight around. To her surprise, he was staring at her with a fierce intensity. She raised a hand slightly in a placatory gesture, assuming he was pissed off at how cosy she was getting with Adrian. Paul's expression softened and she relaxed slightly as Adrian, apparently oblivious to the silent exchange, placed a hand on the base of her spine to steer Lydia away. She turned to him and smiled but glanced back at her husband, who nodded slowly, his eyes smouldering once more.Bewildered, Lydia turned her attention back to Adrian, who was making an effort by laboriously chatting in English about an ex of his who had surprised him with a newly decorated bedroom that he had hated.What had Paul meant? It appeared that he was encouraging her to let things progress with Adrian but even as the thought became coherent, Lydia pushed it away, incredulous. Paul liked being teased, he liked angry passionate sex and he really liked threesomes with other women... but this? Paul had always been jealous, possessive and downright suspicious when it came to other men.She led Adrian through into a state of the art kitchen with a few waiting staff scurrying around, aware that he had been speaking for some minutes and she hadn't heard a word. Lydia swiped a champagne flute and took a large gulp. There was a door into a utility room and then an exit to the back garden. Lydia marched outside, fumbling in her clutch for her cigarettes. The cool air was heaven on her face. Adrian eyed her quizzically."I haven't drunk so much in a long time." She explained, lighting a cigarette and offering one to him, which he declined because he was a damn premiership footballer. Lydia instructed herself to get a grip. "I can't keep the pace any more."Adrian frowned, clearly unfamiliar with the word 'pace.' Lydia mentally pared down her vocabulary."I am too old to party all night. My daughter is a woman now." She explained. Adrian nodded his comprehension. Lydia tried to remember when she had last clapped eyes on Alexa. She would have to track the little minx down. Lydia tipped her head to one side and spoke deliberately slowly in a low, conspiratorial tone."I haven't spent much time with the players in the last few years... I don't know them. I used to enjoy... a littlecocainewhen I partied but here... I don't know who I could ask."Adrian's expression clouded again."I know the players aren't supposed to touch it. I wouldnevercause trouble for anyone but... you know how it is... young guys with lots of money... there's always at least one who takes it."She fell silent as laughter carried across the still night air."Fuck!"There was a loud crash and Lydia winced, hoping nothing was getting damaged. Muffled sounds followed and then..."You pervert, too much porn, jackass...The voice was unmistakably Zeek's American drawl but Lydia had no clue who he was with. Lydia made a mental note to have Paul remind the guys where they could and could not wander when they were drunk as fuck. She put out her cigarette and turned back to Adrian, who was leaning back against the doorframe.So... do you think there is someone here who might be able to help me?" Lydia moved closer after a couple of deep breaths, unwilling to breathe stale smoke on this vision of a man. The moonlight did wonders for his chiselled frame. Fuck it. In for a penny, in for a pound. "I get so horny on cocaine... " She breathed, "It makes everything... more sensitive."~x~​Alexa looked up at Zeek, suddenly shy once more. He held Danny up and continued to stare at her. Danny couldn't be much older than herself but he looked completely wasted. Alexa could feel her chance slipping away. Zeek had women throwing themselves at him wherever he went and who knew when her father would let her mingle like this again."Like I said before, they'll miss me in a minute. If you take him back in there in that state people will notice and... you'll get tied up or something and I'll have to go back inside." She was aware she was rambling a little but Alexa was too drunk to care much."Just put him on a lawn chair or something... he's not going anywhere. What's he on anyway?"She realised that both the men were staring at her intently and she looked down. During the kiss in the lawn chair Zeek had pulled her dress up and half of one of Alexa's buttocks was exposed. Pushing her dress up had made the halter top of it hang loose and now it barely covered her breasts, which were sporting bullet hard nipples in the cool night air. Her lips were swollen with kisses and her hair was tousled and wild. She blushed crimson, mortified, and hastily started to pull the dress back into place. "Ah ah ahhhh!" Zeek quickly pushed a very stoned Danny down onto the damp grass, not bothering to check on the teen as he thudded against the ground. His quick, powerful hands stopped Alexa's hands cold against her body; one on her chest and the other on her ass. "I ain't lettin you get away pretty missy," Smoothly, Zeek moved his hands under hers so that he was grabbing only flesh; on large, powerful hand digging his fingers into her mostly bare ass while the other pressed the light fabric of her dress against her breasts and twisted it very slowly.Their lips pressed against each other hotly, and Zeek immediately slid his lower hand further back and higher up; reaching for the elastic fabric that held her panties up. His fingertips curled around it, and began dragging it down quickly. At the same time his other hand removed her breasts from her dress, and began squeezing the soft mounds that looked small in his hands. "Nice and perky," He whispered through kisses in which his mouth totally overpowered her small lips and tongue, "Just perfect," He added before foregoing her mouth, and kissing down her bare neck, which basically gleamed in bright moonlight.His hand, after pulling her panties down in the back now moved quickly to her front and repeated itself, before diving between her legs and sliding over a surprisingly bare pussy, "Oh? You're a little young down here, ain't you? I like that," A small growl that was more animal then anything left Zeeks lips as he nibbled on her neck, "I like that a lot." Now his hand on her top had both breasts in it's grip, and he was squeezing them together powerfully while his mouth bit and licked at her rapidly reddening neck. Between her legs, ones of his long fingers was probing between her lips while the heel of his palm ground into the top of her bare entrance. The rest of his fingers spread like a spider web, gently tickling her sensitive skin. "It ain't a thing, goddamn, it ain't no thing," He whispered hotly, before suckling hard on her ear and pushing his finger even deeper inside of her. He went rather slowly, hoping to not find a cherry, but he was of course very eager to break it if indeed it was there.-It took Adrian a few moments to figure out the word cocaine, for a second he thought she meant coke, the soda, but when he figured it out he slapped his head and flashed a grin. "Wait minute... You hear the one," Danny had been talking about getting 'coked' up the whole ride over, Adrien hadn't really put two and two together until now. He slipped away, stunning Lyida, and went outside the fastest way he knew how. He saw Zeek kissing some girl, and only shook his head as he silently searched Danny-boy's pockets. He pulled out a rather large plastic package of white powder, and smirked.He was back inside within two seconds, "This what you want?" He asked with a grin, as he flipped the bag to Lydia and immediately grabbed her hips and tugged her pelvis into his own. "I... Don't need... Drugs," He said, after misplacing the word for cocaine, and viagra, in the same two seconds. She had to understand him, as his rather large hard-on was pressing against her through the fabric just fine. His eyes twinkled again as he squeezed her firm rear end, "You are... beautiful women Lydia, very Beautiful." He smiled then and watched as she expertly scooped out a pinch of the white power with her fingernail, and inhaled it through her nose. "Ready?" He asked, while growing rather impatient and forcing her down on the bed, while he stood up and quickly began removing his trousers, flinging his shirt off, and kicking his shoes to the side before leaping onto the bed and pinning her down with a brutal kiss. Alexa knew she was taking her life into her hands by getting fucked by Zeek within spitting distance from her father but she was simply no match for him. Her thighs were already parting before he gave her breath to protest.Alexa had lost her cherry to the guy she had dated before Harry. His name had been Chris and he had attended the comprehensive near her private school. Chris was everything that Harry was not and she had fallen for his charms. Chris was cocky, pushy and unapologetic, swaggering into her life and challenging everything she thought she knew about the real world. Chris had pushed further on every date; kissing her hungrily, groping her breasts, snaking his hands into her clothes and wearing down her resistance with a relentless campaign. When he had finally taken her, it had been in his bedroom. He had rolled a condom on and rubbed her clit for a minute or two before climbing on top of her. He had leaned his weight on her clumsily and told her that it always hurt girls the first time. Chris had kissed her passionately but he had pressed down hard, gagging her mouth with his own as he shoved his eager cock into her vulnerable flesh. After the first stabbing pain as her pussy stretched and protested, Alexa had felt warm blood rush out of her. Shocked, hurt and disgusted, she had tried to push him off of her. Chris had pulled out and thrust back in again, pinning her with his weight and grunting compliments at her as though to atone for what he was doing. Within a few minutes, he was grinding deep into her and filling the condom. His voice growled low in her ear."I knew you were fucking gagging for it."He got up off of her and pulled the condom from his softening cock."Stay there." He had said, "I'll get you something to clean up with."Alexa had looked down at her body as his footsteps retreated. Her nipples were sore and dark red, angry fingermarks dotted her skin and blood still oozed from her pussylips onto a towel he had spread out for the occasion. Her hips and pelvis ached where he had thrust against them and her pussy was battered and raw. She had derived no pleasure whatsoever from the experience."Alexa."She looked up as the camera flash blinded her. Hot tears stung her eyes as she realised what Chris had done. She closed her legs and groped around for her knickers."I knew you girls from that posh school were all whores. You've just won me £50." He grinned.Alexa had tried getting hold of the camera but Chris was too tall and too strong. She had locked herself in the bathroom and dressed before going home in tears. That same evening, within the hour in fact, Paul Hummel had paid the boy's dad a visit, deleting all trace of the files and checking the lad's social networking pages in exchange for not having the little bastard charged with rape and blackmail. Their faces had been priceless when the premiership star had arrived on their doorstep at nigh on midnight. It was clear Chris had had no clue who Alexa's father was, which gave the girl credit for havingsomesense at least.So now she was supposedly dating Harry; safe, dependable, wealthy, attentive, terminally dull Harry. He had got no further than 2nd base with her so far.So to feel a touch as skilled and purposeful as Zeek's, well it floored her completely. This was lovemaking as she had imagined it, as all the films said it was supposed to be. She might never have this chance again and Alexa just didn't have the heart to stop him in the interest of being sensible. She was swept away on a tide of champagne and unsated lust, responding to his advances passionately. She wondered if he would make her cum and if that would be better than when she lay in bed alone and stroked her clit. If the myths about black men were true, he might hurt her even more than Chris had done. Her pussy tensed momentarily as a frission of fear overlaid her drunken horniness.~x~Lydia responded to Adrian's kiss but her feelings were completely ambivalent. If she had misread Paul and he realised what she was doing, he would smack seven shades of shit out of Adrian and the scandal would be horrendous. Adrian would end up in hospital and there would be no escaping the press. She would be portrayed as some rich slut and Paul's violent, seedy past, the police record he had clocked up as a teen before the youth squad accepted him, it would all be dragged out and raked over, after all these years at the top. There had even been an offence against a woman. Paul swore it had been an accident, that she had got in his way trying to break up a fight between him and another guy but Lydia quietly had her doubts. Paul was a hothead who had mellowed with age... somewhat. Back in the day he had lashed out first and thought about the consequences a long way second. He had always been a jealous husband, even in the prime of his years when no other man could have tempted her. He had always been controlling in the bedroom too. He didn't make love, he claimed her, possessed her, over and over again. It was how they had kept their passion. Fear and doubt knotted in her belly.But here she was, feeling the cocaine hit her veins as she rolled around with another man. Lydia endeavoured, rather belatedly, to get a grip."Adrian..." She gasped, trying to get him to come up for air. "My husband... I need to talk to my husband. I think he wants this... that it is hot for him, you know? I need to talk to him first... he will be very angry if I am wrong."Adrian should not need 'very angry' clarifying where Paul was concerned. His temper was legendary.[Sorry hon, I totally forgot I had only done half a post] The only thing Zeek's long finger found was a very tight, and very wet pussy. "Just what I was lookin fer," He murmured, more to himself then to Alexa. The fact that she was the daughter of a very easily angered, prone to violence, and jealous man didn't even cross Zeek's mind. He and Paul had a mutual respect thing going, and if her daughter wanted to party with them, then, well... They'd party, Zeek wasn't gonna fight it. Besides, of all the guys on the team he was really the only one who could care less, his career was complete, and there was nothing Paul could do to him that he wasn't ready for, even a physical beat down would be hard for the old man to pull off on him.Well, perhaps he did think about it, but he did not dwell on what might happen, only what was happening now. Even when Adrian came out, fished Danny's pockets, and left Zeek didn't stop showing Alexa a good time. Since his finger hadn't found anything he decided that such a hot and wet pussy needed something inside of it, so he left the finger there moving up and down slowly. His lips made small hickey's on her neck, and down her chest.Gently he cupped one of her small, but amazingly perky tits as the hickey's traveled down towards the already very erect tip. He licked it carefully, the tip, enjoying the way Alexa both thrust her chest up and arched her back. "Hehehe, oooh, you like that, don't you?" Teasingly, the next lick was around the nub, avoiding it meticulously for several long seconds before wrapping his lips around the dark skin sucking it into his mouth, to pincer the flesh with his teeth, and running his tongue over the captured nerve.-As Lydia pushed him away and awkwardly explained her dilemma, Adrian was smiling because he understood less then half the words as his throbbing dick took a bit too much blood away from his head for it to be bi-lingual. But he got the drift, and with his typically carefree grin he shrugged his shoulders and smiled playfully, "Me an Paulie..." Then came the shrug, "We talk." He raised his eyebrows, inferring that they had talked about exactly this and it was okay. He couldn't quite convey how shocked he was, in fact he couldn't really even begin to explain it to himself.Paulie had whispered to him on the ride over, that this would be the proper time to do exactly what they had talked about before. Before this Adrian had never thought a man would share his wife, let alone Paulie sharing Lydia. She was a beautiful catch, and all of the guys on the team respected the marriage not only because of their captains famous temper, but also because of how strong the marriage was. Alexa was probably the glue, but the two of them just knew how to interact and strut their stuff in public. They were made to be together and in front of large crowds, or mingling in parties.So when Paulie had pulled Adrian to the side long after everyone had left the stadium several weeks ago after practice and told him quite clearly that he wanted Adrian to sleep with Lydia, he had been expecting a joke or beat down whenever he tried. However... Paulie had explained it to Adrian a few days later, when he asked when he wanted this to happen, and then the star footballer was pretty sure the man was serious. Still, he couldn't help but wonder when he would come busting in to bust up his face.-Paul was just now wishing the last set of guests goodbye. He hurriedly shut the door as they left, for his cock was growing inside of his pants. Never once had he ever had any issues with ED, in fact it was quite the opposite, when he was younger it was like a constant flashlight in his pocket. Now that he was older he had it more under control, but with the wine and knowledge of what was going to happen later, he couldn't help but swell inside his boxers. Glancing at his watch he thought, and sat on the couch; deciding he would give Adrian a few more minutes to convince Lydia that he indeed had set this up.His reason for choosing Adrian was quite simple really, it was well known that Adrian was somewhat of a bi-sexual, or at least he had been before becoming a premier footballer in a well respected club. Paul was completely straight, he hated fags, but he hoped by picking Adrian they could at least avoid any awkward moments. Really, at this point that wasn't on his mind, what was on his mind was Lydia's reaction when he came strolling in with this hard on the size of an overgrown cucumber and told her how bad of a wife she was being. Alexa gasped and moaned as Zeek bit on her nipple. Her pussy was flooded with heat, nothing like the dry, clenched hole it had been when Chris had forced himself into it. She knew this was a good thing and yet she was still scared. Zeek's touch was highly skilled and the cool night air was accentuating the hotness of his lips and hands on hers. Alexa kissed him hard and then pulled back, pushing on his chest a little until he got the message and paused."Zeek, this is wonderful and all but I have to tell you... " She felt like such a clueless kid but it needed saying. "I've only had sex the once and I didn't like it, it was so painful and I expect... well you're a big, tall guy." Drunkenness was making her over emotional and Alexa pushed aside the impulse to tell him all about Chris. He wouldn't be interested and it was just too embarrassing."Also... we need some condoms... if we're going to do this." Alexa wanted to sound resolute and unmovable on this issue but the nervous apprehension was still in her tone. "Damn." She said, feeling her booze buzz receding. "I need more champagne."~x~​Lydia eyed Adrian quizzically. "You talked aboutthis?" He nodded enthusiatically. Lydia reached for the nightstand, moving out of Adrian's embrace and took another pinch of cocaine. Adrian hesitated, clearly unsure whether she was going to call the whole thing off. She got off of the bed and stood up, watching the light go out in Adrian's eyes.Lydia carefully unzipped her expensive dress and peeled it off, revealing a lacy peach quarter cup bra and matching thong that she had put on earlier with Paul in mind. She wore no hose but her flawess, evenly tanned legs spoke for themselves. Lydia kept herself in shape and her ass was high and toned but she lacked the wiry, muscled look that many older footballer's wives acquired. There was plenty of soft, vulnerable flesh, not least her surgically enhanced, DD breasts, spilling out of the inadequate bra cups, hard nipples pointing straight at Adrian.Lydia pulled her hair out of its knot and let it fall around her face in shiny chestnut waves. She returned to the bed and stood beside it."Well then we had better not disappoint him." She said.Lydia waited there, offering herself. She didn't want to take the lead here, didn't want to initiate what was about to happen. If she was going to get fucked by two men she wanted it to be savage and animalistic, she wanted to be used and made to feel every inch the filthy, worthless little bitch she was. Had Paulie darling conveniently explained that too?Adrian was approaching her now, his eyes moving over her in that detached, assessing way men did that drove her crazy. She felt the latest pinch of coke hit her hypersensitized system and smiled. Her eyes dared him to take what he wanted, to use, abuse and fuck Paul Hummel's classy English wife."Did Paul tell you what I like?" She asked, desperately hoping she wouldn't have to explain how depraved she was in too much painstaking detail for this stunning Spaniard. She couldn't bear for this experience to be disappointing. "Nawh darlin' you just need to relax," While Zeek didn't mind her being drunk in the first place, but he preferred his partner being lucid, that way they could fully experience all of his skill. He wasn't shy about that, not with the other guys, or most women. "You ain't gonna need it in a few seconds, trust me," His eyes glimmered with a sort of playful promise as he reached into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. With a sort of embarrassed laugh, his only one of the evening, he removed the magnum condom and peeled the wrapping off. He glanced up at Alexa while unzipping his fly and fishing out all of his hardened dick, like all guys he'd measured and came in around nine inches long and while it wasn't fully hard it was probably pretty obvious. Carefully he rolled the condom over, still looking at Alexa, "Yea, I always come prepared," With a wink he finished and moved closer to her again, "I betcha that other guy was a punk, he got nothin on me baby, nothin," Then he kissed her once again, with light pecks that slowly forced her head down until it was resting against the lawn chair's cushion.While kissing her face Zeek had carefully used his fingers to begin rubbing against her erect little clitoris and pull down her panties until they were passed her ankles. Then he ran his hand up the inside of her bare leg, and smiled as goosebumps broke out along her flesh, she was ready alright, wet and ready. Alexa really didn't have to tell him that her previous encounter was a chump, not only had he failed to turn her into a sex fiend, but they guy had actually managed to turn her off of sex, since she hadn't had any since. That was hard to do when you were as pretty and as aroused as Alexa seemed to be now, a quick grin split Zeek's face as he imagined for a moment about how she kept her 'appetite' down. Must have a pretty little pink dildo... He decided right then at there that while this was the first time, it couldn't be the last, he wanted to see her play later and with the way her arms were clinging to his broad shoulders, he could see that keeping her around wouldn't be an issue.Zeek used his hands to gently spread her legs, and hike the dress up her smooth thighs and lift Alexa up to get it around her very taut and sexy ass. "Damn..." He whispered as he caught sight of her smooth inner legs and bare pussy, with a soft whistle, he wondered why he'd never noticed her this way before. Must be Paul, he thought as he moved between her legs and once again kissed her back into the lawn chair. It wasn't very hard to get his dick pressing against her legs, they were spread willingly and there was enough light to see. The moment the tip of his latex covered cock touched her warm entrance it began growing to full stature, and without wasting another second Zeek tensed his muscular thighs and ass; pushing himself inside of Alexa.A deep groan that rolled into a satisfied deep breath left his throat as he felt the head and two more inches of his cock slide inside her before getting 'stuck.' It would have been easy to push right through, but he waited, letting Alexa get accustom to his side as he nipples and licked at her bare flesh. Only once he heard her breathing deepen and regain it's steady rhythm did he pull out slightly and push back in, sinking another three inches into her hot, wet pussy. Then he held again, waiting to see how she had taken the latest push.-"You... Like?" Adrian frowned as he rolled off the bed and stood in front of Lydia. Then he remembered the one thing he hadn't quite understood from Paulie, the one thing he said in a sort of embarrassed tone about treating Lydia like... What did he say? Like a whorish slut, to hurt her and make her feel "degraded." Whatever that meant. While Adrian did not quite get whorish slut, or degraded, he knew what hurt meant and that sounded fine to him. He generally preferred to be the romantic type, but only because the women he dated or bedded were fine, soft-spoken women who didn't seem like they'd enjoy being hurt.Without saying a word Adrian gave a grin that he thought would like frightening, and then without another word he gave her a stiff slap across the face and immediately fell upon her.The blow had stung his hand, but it felt rather good, hitting a woman, sometimes they were not so easy to treat. He waited a split second, just to make sure he hadn't gotten the completely wrong idea. But Lydia, while tenderly feeling her face, only gave him a surprised look that even looked partially hopeful, if that was at all possible. While Adrian didn't quite understand this look, or why Paulie wanted him to hurt Lydia, or why she might like it, he did understand that it felt good and that if he didn't, well, he wouldn't be playing by Paulie's rules and that could not be a good thing.Grabbing Lydia, he spun her onto the bed, on her back, before slapping her again on the opposite cheek. While he knew he was supposed to hurt her, he had the good sense to know that it was open fist hurting, and not a real beat down. The blow seemed to effect Lydia strangely, for instead of recoiling, she simply shuddered.Another thing that Adrian understood, that he appreciated from Paulie, was that he didn't have to wear a condom. Lydia had been on the pill for sometime, and Paulie did not want her coming off of it anytime soon. So without further ado Adrian took the trophy wife's panties and slipped them off her legs. The bra he snapped off, breaking one of the straps and flinging both pieces of clothing to the side of the floor. Immediately he saw a glistening piece of flesh between her beautiful thighs, and his cock leaped somewhat. With a grin he leaned with his elbows on either side of Lydia and took firm hold of her throat. Not enough to stop her airflow, but enough to make it difficult, at he same time he angled his head to bite the top of her large breast, the taste was a bit tangy, like perfume that had been on her skin. He bit again, smirking as the white marks then slowly turned red.He used his other hand to place the head of his cock against her wet pussy, and then slap her cheek that he was still holding still. He knew it hurt more, for her eyes began to water now that she couldn't jerk her head away from the blow. The slap caused her to convulse this time, and his cock slid deep inside of her easily. As Adrian expected it felt amazing, she was tightening herself all over his cock, but at the same time it was obvious that there had been bigger things inside of her, for whenever she did not have her inner muscles clamped there was only a loose grasp on his cock. "Ah, you whore, you like, dis?" Again he slapped her, this time backhanding her, but still only hitting the fleshy part of her cheeks for a resounding smack. This was much more like Alexa had imagined sex should be before Chris had got hold of her. Her pussy was slick and ready for him, her clit throbbing and begging for more attention. Zeek was licking, kissing and nibbling every square inch of flesh his mouth had access to and better than all of that, he was taking things slow and making sure she had a good time. The cold air made every kiss and caress electric and she clung to him helplessly. Part of Alexa felt that she should be reciprocating somehow, being more proactive but the rest of her simply wasn't coherent enough. Her pussy flexed hard on the inches of his cock that had entered her. Despite the fact that she was enjoying herself and Zeek was being considerate, there was still a fair amount of his manhood outside her body and she had a natural apprehension about being able to accommodate it. What if he tore her or something? Was it possible for a pussy to simply be too small for a large cock?And here was Zeek telling her she needed to relax. She'd like to see him bend over and take a cock like his without breaking a sweat. Although Alexa had little to compare him with, it was clear he was very well endowed. She was drawn tight, her back arched and her muscles tensed as she clung to him. Alexa simply couldn't help it. She had passed the point of no return now and Zeek was going to fuck her with that cock. It was like being right at the top of a rollercoaster ride, those few inexorable seconds before the gut wrenching descent.The moment passed and she said nothing. Zeek had looked like he was expecting her to say something but he dipped his head and returned his attention to her nipples. His cock pressed further into her as he licked and nibbled gently. Alexa felt a throbbing ache in the tight little buds and suddenly knew how to distract herself from his gradual invasion of her pussy."Harder." She moaned breathlessly, shocked at herself and flushing scarlet. "Please bite them harder." Her back arched and her head went back as she thrust her tits at his mouth unashamedly.~x~​Adrian had caught on extremely fast, which reassured Lydia that her husband was indeed in on this and had briefed him in advance. The first slap shocked her but even as she recoiled on instinct, her loins were liquefying. She moaned as he tumbled her onto the bed and slapped her again, yanking off her underwear. Adrian's features were naturally swarthy and feral so it took little effort on his part to look dominant. he gripped her throat as he prepared to enter her and Lydia was torn between wishing he would choke her and panicking that he might do so and cause her harm. He seemed a little calculated and contrived but hopefully when he could see how Paul treated her, how he liked to humiliate and degrade his aristocratic wife, Adrian would become more enthusiastic.She wondered what Paul was up to. It wasn't like him to lay such an elaborate snare for her and then miss the party. Perhaps he was having to deal with Alexa. That girl was growing up just a little too fast and the attention she had got from the young footballers was likely to turn her head. Lydia had no more thought for her daughter however, as Adrian slapped her again, aware perhaps that her attention had wandered. He entered her without ceremony and started fucking her hard, giving her what he thought she wanted. Lydia's depravity ran deeper than a little rough handling however. It made her flush just to think of it, because soon enough Paul would show Adrian exactly how his dirty little bitch of a wife ticked.She flexed on Adrian, eager to show him a good time and that for her woman her age, she was still tight and nubile. He sneered triumphantly, sending a pulse of lust through her belly."Ah, you whore, you like, dis?"He asked. Adrian backhanded her across the face, making Lydia gasp and moan softly."Yes." She breathed. "I like this." She bit her lip as he took her deeper. Lydia glanced at the door, still looking for her husband, then flicked her gaze back up to meet Adrian's eye. She spoke slowly and clearly, to embarrassed to risk having to repeat herself."Use me... use me like a dirty whore... please..." Zeek was surprised by the admitted pseudo-virgin. First, she wasn't crying or trying to hold back tears. He wasn't nearly killing her, something that many of the other women in his life thought they were supposed to say, or scream. Second, she wanted him to bite her? It felt sort of conceited, planned, when she asked him to do something like that. Typically, that didn't happen until the third or fourth time (if they managed that long) he'd slept with a girl, normally all he needed to do to keep them amazed. It confused him, in all honesty, he wasn't sure if he should take it as an insult or complement, and that more then anything froze him. Finally, amidst another quaking expansion of Alexa's pussy he decided she couldn't possibly know enough to be doing either of those things. She was just responding naturally, and without any further hesitation he dug his teeth in above and below her nipple; clamping it at the base and causing the blood to trap within the dark skin in his warm mouth.At the same time he moved a hand underneath her back and lightly ran his fingers along her spine at the lower part of her back where it arched quite strongly. The feel of her soft, smooth skin tickled his fingertips and he began to smile around her trapped nub.With another small lunge, that opened Alexa up a bit more, Zeek felt the nipple slip from his grasp. He chuckled softly and quickly made a pecking motion to grab the escaped nubbin once again, only this time he used his thick molars, rather then his pointed front teeth. It was a strange sensation and all of the girl loved for some strange reason; the feel of someone chewing on part of their body as if it was a piece of meat meant to eat.Underneath him Alexa shuddered once again, and all but the last inch of Zeek's cock disappeared into her tight pussy. He didn't look, but he could imagine just how stretched her pussy was around his girth, and the thought made him chuckle warmly onto her abused breast. The feeling was exquisite, the stretching tremors as her body shaped itself around the invader, and the sensation of warmth that surrounded his cock through the thin latex was made even better by the pulse traveling through her whole body and massaging his cock in a rapid, steady rhythm. "Okay sport, here we go," He breathed up across her beautiful chest as his head moved between nipples, along with his mouth. At the same time he began to pull back, his girth leaving any empty vacuum behind as he pulled back until only the head of his engorged cock remained lodged within her. There was a tight grasp on his cock that made Zeek think it might not be possible to pull all the way out, not that he had any thought to. Not now. Not ever. Once again he gathered his strength and began forcing his way inside of the pretty little daughter.-"Use me... use me like a dirty whore... please..."Inside the master bedroom, Adrian couldn't quite comprehend how there could be more of a way to treat her like a whore. Not only was his hand slowly squeezing this beautiful woman's throat like she was nothing more then a blow up doll, but he was also fucking her while her husband waited somewhere else, in their bed! It seemed very unreal to Adrian, and perhaps it would be safe to say he was a little overwhelmed.However, the fierce competitor that he was, wouldn't even so much as hint at his carelessness. It would have been easier if there wasn't such a language barrier, but for Adrian that was only an excuse he would never use. "You are stupid whore... You know why?" He said gently, as his body tensed and he brought his knees underneath him, the small smirk on his face was playful and rather mean at the same time, "You no get paid." The implications probably weren't as... Dirty, as Adrian hoped they might be, but it was already in the past and had bought him the time he needed.With the immense strength, balance, and speed that was renown on the soccer pitch and hardly seen in the bed, Adrian yanked the pretty prize wife off her back and off his cock. Her groan of disappointment was immediately corrected by the sharp cry of surprise as he hurled her towards the wall. Of course he didn't let go, but the jarring stop came only seconds before he was behind her and shoving her into the cool, tiled wall. Of course her legs were instinctively curled up, but he fixed that by slapping the inside of her thigh stiffly with a strong right hand, "Open!" He barked sharply, as he took hold of her hair and pulled her head away from the wall. She obeyed quickly, and it took just seconds for Adrian to place his still hard cock against her tight asshole and thrust inside of her. Without any lubrication it was obviously painful, but she wasn't incredibly tight, and seemed to relish it more then anything, the pain that was."Look at Miss Hummel, get's it up the ass," Adrian had turned Lydia to face the large vanity mirror standing on the cabinet facing them. The sight was quite lewd; her arched and light skin pinned by his chiseled frame and strong clenching thighs that kept his cock pinned deep inside of her bowels. "You are a whore, a dirty one, you see?" To make sure his point got across, Adrian slapped her cheek once again, before pushing her face into the dusty wall and scraping it up and down several times, before yanking her head back once again to reveal the smudges of gray that had already accumulated atop a burning red skin.-Paul had cleaned up the rest of the house rather quickly, but he still didn't feel like the time was right go and find Lydia, not just after he heard the first thud coming from the room. Instead he had finished the living room, and was just about to go and get another beer when he looked outside and saw Zeek lying atop somebody. With a grin, he stepped closer to the window; wondering what young daughter, fan girl, or relative the suave American had captured this time. It was only when he saw the pretty little face of his own daughter underneath the large American did Paul freeze. Anger, hot and heavy rushed through his veins and he placed a hot hand against the door, ready to go out and give that punk the beating of his lifetime. Everyone at the club knew that Alexa was off limits, everyone but Zeek apparently.He did not know what stopped him. But once the door opened and he heard his girls moans of pleasure, not pain, but pure pleasure.... Something inside of him changed a little and instead of swinging the door out any further he stopped. Why not Zeek? Whether or not the young American's tales of chasing tail were true or false, the boy always did have a large harem around him; not to mention that Paul had seen the kids dick. Alexa would have fun, and there was really no danger of a kid, or this becoming anything serious. Zeek wasn't a serious guy, and he had plenty of other women, and he was always very careful. Reason wasn't something that Paul used or listened to very often, but for now he just couldn't go out there and stop the two of them, not when he heard only pleasure coming from his little babies mouth. It was actually erotic, and that reminded Paul of his own job. If he went out there now, Adrian would have to handle Lydia on his own; a tall order for any man, especially for a semi-lingual Spanish player who had a reputation of being rather tender in bed.Still, the brief burst of anger and lingering eroticism from his daughters ordeal had Paul in a fit. He opened the door to the master bedroom without catching it as it crashed into the wall. There was still a bottle of beer in his hand, and with a glance at it he tossed it into the nearest waste bin."You fuuckin' dirty bitch!" Paul was actually surprised, and it reflected in his voice; giving Adrian and Lydia a moment of doubt. Of course, they assumed seconds later that it wasn't surprise at what they were doing, but how they were doing it; pinned against the wall with Lydia looking like she had been in a cat fight. "Goin' behind me back, eh, cunt? Not good enough fer ya, am I? Had to have some of this foreign shit before the good stuff got away?" Still, playacting was fun, Paul stormed up to the two of them, "And gettin' it in the ass, even more fucking lovely, lickity shit, you're not going to fuck your way out of this one... Cunt." Adrian had turned, but his dick was still buried inside of Lydia's ass, "Give me that hair," With both hands, Paul yanked his wife's head down to his crotch, "You know what to do whore, get it out," Once she had it past her lips Paul jerked his hips and sent it down her throat. With a sick little grin at Adrian he asked, "How was she, you little backstabbing spic?" Of course Adrian laughed, and just grinned as he fucked her ass."What'r you doing, cunt? I didn't say you could breathe yet!" Paul was furious, Lydia was pushing on his thighs. Even though he did pull out of her mouth, he slapped her twice; once on each cheek. Then he placed a hand on the back of her head, and the other on her nose, pinching it shut. "There you go, what a good fucking whore," He said as his cock once again knifed into her throat and began moving an inch in, and an inch out. Ten seconds later Paul removed his hand from her nose, and began smacking her large breasts that were hanging low underneath her, "Look at these cow udders, she had'em done fer me on my birthday, only a slut looks like this fer her husband! Well, cunts, whores, and cocksuckers do too, of course..." Alexa was tensed and arched as Zeek entered her but she was still enjoying herself. Her introduction to sex had been so swift and brutal that she was a lot more grateful for the cursory consideration Zeek was showing than most inexperienced girls her age would have been. Although her pussy stretched and burned, it was slow and gradual enough that the pain and discomfort were... stimulating. Her pussy was tight and tense but it was also soaking wet and milking its intruder. Her clit was stretched wide against the hot, throbbing shaft of his dick and it was altogether an out of this world experience in comparison with Chris's opportunistic virtual rape.His teeth on her nipple felt even better than she had expected and the other breast ached in the cool night air as his hot mouth worked on the one nipple. Her moans rose in pitch and at first Alexa was mortified but Zeek seemed to be spurred on by the way she was responding to him, so she let go and began to relax more into it.He pulled back, easing his cock mostly out of her and Alexa took a deep breath, holding him tight as she waiting for the inevitable thrusting to start. This was the part that had ripped her in two the last time and she was more than slightly apprehensive. She opened her mouth to tell Zeek to be gentle and then decided against it. Zeek was not Chris and he had not hurt her so far... beyond what couldn't be avoided anyway. She answered his questioning glance by stealing a kiss when he left off gnawing on her tits and came up for air. The kiss deepened as Zeek took command of it and Alexa moaned into his mouth.~x~​Seeing herself in the mirror, Adrian's fist twisted in her hair, her body arched, his chiselled, tanned physique in stark contrast to her softer, lighter more vulnerable one with his cock buried hilt deep in her burning asshole had got Lydia so hot. She barely registered the next face slap and did not fight or protest when he mashed her up against the wall. Her ass flexed on him helplessly, virtually all thoughts of Paul banished from her mind.The all of a sudden he was there, flinging the door open, his face a feral sneer. Paul flung his beer carelessly into the waste basket and approached his coke addled slut of a wife. She moaned shamelessly as Paul started verbally humiliating her and Adrian began to fuck her again."Goin' behind me back, eh, cunt? Not good enough fer ya, am I? Had to have some of this foreign shit before the good stuff got away? ...And gettin' it in the ass, even more fucking lovely, lickity shit, you're not going to fuck your way out of this one... Cunt."She opened her mouth willingly as he freed his cock, curling her lips over her teeth. If she grazed Paul when he was in this kind of mood she might not survive the consequences. She put out her tongue and he fed her the head, lulling her into believing she had a chance of sucking him before he raped her throat, holding her head down and making her gag. Paul had caught her exhaling however and there was no air in her lungs. She pushed on his thighs, aware that he wouldn't care if she fainted, but that he would hold her entirely responsible."What'r you doing, cunt? I didn't say you could breathe yet!"He pulled out and slapped her cheeks but all Lydia was interested in was inhaling. Once she had managed that, Paul pinched her nose and fucked her throat again, holding her head down and daring her to try fighting him off."There you go, what a good fucking whore,"Adrian continued fucking her ass, which was flexing in tandem with her stricken throat. She was buffeted between the two men as they both tried to get as deep into her as they could. Lydia's back was in a tight arch and her hair was still wrapped around Paul's fist. She was in heaven. She couldn't wait till they took her ass and cunt together, she'd fantasised about it for so fucking long.Paul let go of her nose and she started trying to breathe a little as he kept fucking her throat deep, giving her few opportunities to inhale enough to stay conscious. The light headed euphoria had her shuddering violently as the two men used her."Look at these cow udders, she had'em done fer me on my birthday, only a slut looks like this fer her husband! Well, cunts, whores, and cocksuckers do too, of course..."This was another hot humiliation button with Lydia. Paul had pretty much ordered her to get implants done and since then he had enjoyed treating her like a dumb piece of ass. He thought it was priceless that his high class wife had had her tits inflated just to please him. He asked her what her snotty family would think if they could see her when she was squeezing them around his cock and sucking on the tip like a nympho whore. He had also threatened to send her back and have them further enhanced, an idea that utterly mortified Lydia, not least because she knew he just might go through with it one day. He sometimes made her wear tight, low cut, revealing outfits with no underwear when they got invited for formal dinners with her folks, just to make her feel brazen and trashy. Paul did actually like her family and they had both been generous to their folks as Paul's career took off and his paycheque got more and more ridiculous. Lydia was savvy as a PR manageress and ensured her husband only did the most lucrative and prestigious advertising work. If it wasn't for her, Paul would have been splashed over 90% of Japan and South America but she had counselled strict moderation and having him in demand like that dramatically increased the offers they got from the lucky people she accepted. Paul took 110% of the credit for all this however, he always had.She bucked back onto Adrian's cock and fought the rising nausea in her gut and Paul fucked her throat. She waited for her next breath. Moving up Alexa's bare torso changed the angle of Zeek's cock, and he didn't realize that he was drilling all the way inside of her hot pussy until the last two inches were sucked in rapidly and he felt their bodies collide. He quickly broke the deep kiss he was forcing down on her to check and make sure she was okay. It didn't seem like she was in pain, only a slight form of shock; with her eyes wide and mouth still open from the kiss he'd given her.Zeek knew it was better not to give her anytime to think about how it might hurt, instead he quickly began pulling back. The pleasure from her tight grip on his cock was incredible, it rubbed every little inch of her beautiful pussy over the sensitive head of his dick every step of the way. "That's good baby girl, that's real good," He said in a deep, pleasured voice that was quickly trapped inside of her mouth as he pressed their lips together in another powerful kiss. Their lips flattened together and Zeek pushed his tongue inside of her mouth at the same time he moved to thrust back inside of her pussy. Both thrusts were slow, gentle, and somewhat teasing. It was like Zeek was just toying with her, buttering her up before he really got going, "Mmmmm, that feels real nice, don't it? Yea..." Gently the kiss broke again as he whispered the words and repositioned himself by bringing his knees up slightly.The next thrust was much stronger and while their bodies didn't slam together, there was a sharp lurch as Zeek drove inside of Alexa. The sensation of her tight pussy, combined with the dull pressure when his cock touched the utter depths of her pussy was incredibly awesome and was quickly rearranging the way Zeek thought about Alexa. No longer did he have to be gentle and hold her hand the entire time, she knew what she was getting into and she was liking it; her breathing and the sounds she was making told him this. Even her tight little body was gripping and massaging his tool with every stroke in or out, "Alright baby girl... Get ready..."As the words came out in a breath, Zeek placed both of his hands hands on Alexa's perky breasts, mashing them between his dark fingers. He used the firm grip to hold her in place as he really began to move, speeding up his thrusting but not using all of his power. He lowered his mouth to bite on one of her nipples that was peaking out between his fingers, he nipped it sharply before running his tongue over it and moving to the other side to repeat the process. Steadily, a slapping sound began to emerge from beneath them as their bodies began to collide with more and more force. Zeek smiled as he once again began abusing Alexa's little nipples, he still couldn't believe he hadn't been killed by Paul yet, and this little pixie of a daughter of his... Well, she was grade A ass, that was for sure.-Adrian has appraised Paulie's entrance with a rather critical eye, being around men during sex wasn't a big deal for the soccer star. He'd even kissed a few, to the surprise and absolute delight of most newspapers across the world. It just happened, but he'd never fucked one, and both men had easily agreed that this would not happen tonight. Still, he had admired the way Paulie completely dominated his wife, and now that he was here Adrian could feel the difference in Lydia's responses, she was growing wetter, and her body was beginning to shake like she was nervous at pissing him off. He wasn't sure, but Adrian assumed that pissing Paulie off would be a really bad thing, especially about now.So instead of doing anything that might piss off the old footballer, he concentrated on burying his tool as deep and as hard inside of Lydia's ass as he possibly could. It was sickening, but satisfying to know that not a few of her chocked groans were coming in time with his deep thrusts. Pounding into her ass with no sweet talk or care in the world was a very satisfying feeling, one Adrian hadn't experienced before with a woman. He felt his balls beginning to tighten already, but he didn't slow down or back off, there wasn't any need to, besides it might also tick Paulie off if he gave Lydia any ounce of perceived gentleness. In fact, as Paulie told him to give her magnificently large breasts a touch, he couldn't wait.Instead he pounded them firmly with his open hand, and squeezed her nipples without pity; delighting in how they made her back arch more and more as she tried to vainly get away from the pain. It really turned Adrian on, he knew now that he wanted to fuck like this more often, enough "making love" fucking was the only way to fuck.-Paul took his time when deciding when Lydia could breath, he loved tricking her into taking a deep breath so that instead of air she got mostly a lungful of spittle and pre-cum. "Go on Adrian, give'em a touch, see how nice and fluffy the big whore tits are, they're like balloon, ain't they? Big, whorish, slutty balloons, filled with nothin but air, just like the empty head of hers. I'll tell you, a little white powder, and a little booze, and she's the biggest fucking tramp in the city. She'd fuck you silly if you have a big cock and some of that powder. Fuck... You little bitch, watch those teeth!" She really hadn't done anything but touch his cock with them, but she knew better. Paul whipped his cock out and crouch so that he could really throw some power behind the blow that landed on the side of her breast, nearly knocking her down to the side of the floor, in fact if Adrian hadn't been holding her hips she would have.Paul yanked her head up and in the process tore her asshole off of Adrian's cock, who was quite startled, "Alright, enough play wench, time to do what you were born for. Come here," With a jolt he dragged her over to the bed where he sat down, with a pleased smile Paul watched as she climbed onto his lap; opening herself without being told. "Sit, bitch," She sat, right on his dick, but before she could moan he snapped, "Shut up."Click. Click."Come on bitch," Once again he used her hair to tug her down with him onto the bed, with her wrists clasped together in handcuffs he couldn't break her fall and landed with a thud; the side of her head slamming into Paul's well built chest. "No hands, you little piece of fuckmeat, got that right, you won't be able to stop us until we're all done with your dirty little ass." Taking her jaw lightly in one hand, Paul pushed two fingers deep into her mouth, watching as she realized just what kind of place she was in, his other hand was currently squeezing her inflated tits, and pinching her, "Cow udders, how fucking disgusting... Okay Adrian, your turn."-A bit nervously, after witnessing how brutal Paul was being with his wife, Adrian moved back between Lydia's legs. Her asshole was still partway open and it was shuddering, almost beckoning for him. With a quick glance down, to make sure his cock wasn't anywhere near Paul's skin, he stepped all the way up behind the two of them and pushed his dick right into her winking asshole. The feeling was incredible. It was so tight, Adrian imagined that this was what virgin's must feel like. So surprised he was, that he couldn't even get his dick all the way in. "Shit. Tight," he breathed as he saw Paulie's questioning look."Ram that fucking thing Adrian."He could hear the threat in Paulie's voice, and Adrian wasted no time in settling himself once again and this time throwing his full weight behind the thrust. His dick went deeper faster then it had before. In fact he heard it pop through something, it was so deep inside.-Paul loved hearing the sound of the racing air through Lydia's nostrils as it all happened. The tightness was rather incredible, it reminded Paul of the first time he'd fucked Lydia; such a high praised and out-of-his-grasp woman. She'd caved the first time he touched her breasts with his strong hands and whispered how dirty she was in her ear, of course there had been some romance, but most of it wouldn't be understood by any other couple. The look in her eyes was priceless now, especially as Paul used the fingers on his free hand to slowly pinch her nose shut. Alexa could feel that Zeek was working himself up to a faster, harder pace. Although her pussy stung with the size of him, she was really enjoying sex this time. She could sense that Zeek had stopped fretting over hurting her a little, that he considered her an adult woman who could handle what he was doing to her. Despite the difference in their ages and experience, this felt like a small victory. It felt like he respected her, which had nothing to do with the fact they were fucking.She stared up at his ebony skin against the moonlit sky. She wasn't naive or stupid enough to assume this was more than a one-time thing but she really hoped he wanted to see her again. Alexa snaked a hand down to her wet, stuffed pussy and started playing with her clit, feeling herself tighten on him even further as she did so. Her breathing was really ragged and laboured now and she could feel that she was going to cum soon. She gasped and moaned as he attacked a bullet hard nipple and held onto him helplessly as her rocking hips matched him thrust for thrust.She felt like she wanted it harder but Alexa was afraid to say so in case she bit off more than she could chew. She looked around the grounds furtively, the ever present fear of her father seeing her getting screwed on the lawn kicking everything up a gear.~x~​Lydia had not been all that surprised as Paul locked the cuffs on her wrists but it did scare her to know she was completely at the mercy of these two men. If Adrian had been disturbed by the way Paul treated her like a dumb cunt, he had given no sign and as Paul pulled her onto his cock again and called him over, Lydia prepared herself for what was to come. It might be really hot but it might just hurt like fuck and both men were well endowed. Her pussy slipped onto her husband's cock so smoothly and then he shoved his fingers deep into her mouth as Adrian mounted her.She yelped onto Paul's fingers as Adrian pushed most of the way in. Paul's other hand was mauling her breasts. For all his bullshit about the damn things, he really couldn't leave them alone when they were fucking."Shit. Tight" "Ram that fucking thing Adrian."Adrian pulled out and then thrust hard, gripping a fistful of her hair as leverage and grunting with effort as he forced his cock inside her. Lydia gasped and screamed, trembling violently with the pain and shock of her first double penetration. She could feel where the two cocks pressed against the thin wall separating her holes. Adrian was fucking her dry now and the contrast between the dry, stinging pain in her ass and the wet, throbbing ache in her cunt was incredible.Then the men started thrusting, slightly out of synch but with enough force and speed to annihilate Lydia as Paul shoved his fingers into her throat for the pleasure of watching her gag helplessly as all three holes were stuffed at once.Lydia was gone, swept away on a tide of sensation so extreme, that there was not a single coherent thought in her head. She bucked like a wild animal, gasping and keening when Paul deigned to let her up for air. Getting double fucked just felt awesome, there were no words to describe it. Lydia found herself crashing towards orgasm with no consideration whatsoever for whether Paul wanted or would allow her to cum. Danny woke up looking into the most beautiful face he'd ever seen. It was purely angelic, bathed in moonlight and dipped in a bit of sweat. With pleasure and tension written all over the rest of it, he wondered for a brief second if he'd died before the smells and sounds began coming back and he realized what had happened. There was... Alex? Alexia? Alexa! Getting drilled by some big black co- oh, by Zeek of course. That made a whole lot of fucking sense. Without really realizing what he was doing Danny propped himself up on his elbow watching the two of them and removed a large cigar of which he'd taken ten from the victory box. He lit it with much fumbling of the match and then puffed on it rapidly several times before allowing a lazy smile to wash across his face as he stared at the sexy sight of Alexa's white skin being rubbed and tugged into Zeek's hard body. It was quite the site, Danny wouldn't miss it for the world, and yet so far he'd felt no pangs of desire in his own dick, for whatever reason he felt as mellow as a cat on a rainy day.-For Zeek the smell of sweet smoke wasn't anything he recognized as new or danger, he was in the middle of 'making love' to a very beautiful and playful little girl. She wanted his cock, he could feel every thrust being maximized by the tightening of her little cunt. She tightened in to keep his dick from leaving, and tightened out to rub all over her as he thrust inside. Her hips were starting to get away from her, and he saw the slight shift in her eyes, and small nibble of her lips. She was holding back. That was a pleasant surprise.It was second nature for Zeek to kick it up a gear, his strong legs and ass pushing his cock faster through her wet tunnel and nudging against her walls with much more force. He knew from his loads of experience that girls didn't need to be incessantly kissed, in fact they found it frustrating, so he eased up momentarily with his lips. Allowing her nipples to turn hard and cold in the evening air. His eyes searched for hers and locked with him, he gave a small smile as the tiny gasps that escaped her mouth melted his own resistance to the oncoming orgasm."Girl you're beautiful, you know exactly what you want, I love that, mhmm, God that's good." The outburst wasn't something Zeek typically did, but he had to let her know in another way besides the way his dick throbbed and curled up to make sure it rubbed against her depths with every stroke. Indeed, if he knew Danny had awoken to an angel he might not have said this was anything other then heaven.-All at once Paul tightened his massively strong thighs and buried himself so deeply inside of his wife that only his balls could be seen. His fingers curled inside of Lydia's mouth, push her tongue down and allowing his fingers to slide over the flesh that tripped her gag reflex. "No cumming you little whore, not yet, always let the guests cum first." With a cruel smile, Paul twisted her head to make sure she was staring into his eyes at the same time.In the meantime Adrian plowed on steadily, enjoying the new sensation that overcame him when Paul had remained inside of his wife instead of sliding out as he slid in. Now he was pushing into an even tighter hole, one that tried fruitlessly to push his thick cock out with every thrust. If he hadn't been so aroused and so hard at the moment, he doubted he would have been able to get inside of her every stroke. As it was, he could, and once inside there was nothing but tight, slick muscle brushing against his engorged cock. It was almost too much for his senses, and even as he pulled out he felt his stomach tightening, trying to draw his dick out faster because it was so sensitive.At first Paul thought Adrian might just cum immediately to have his own relief and give Lydia a blank. But the young boy was getting a hang of it, he slowed, and fucked harder now. Paul watched as the hope drained from Lydia's eyes and the overwhelming desire grew, "Ahh, but Adrian knows how this goes baby, don't worry, there isn't a man in the world that can last too long against the slutty asshole of yours, is there?" With a twinkle in his eye he smiled, and shoved his fingers down her throat once again before giving a glance up to Adrian. Yea, he'd come soon, Paul thought, quite a pity. It might've been fun to drag this out, Lydia wouldn't have been able to hold out much longer...

Team Game, On and Off the Field - (Closed for VelvetDarkness)

Road trip(private sexytalon and risty)

Andria Sullivan found herself wandering the California free way. Alone. The heat from the sun blaring against her skin, and the cars whizzed past her. Not taking a single glance at her. Not once, or twice did a car slow down. "Damn if only I could catch a ride." She muttered. The fact that her mom , and her got into a severe argument that led to this upset her. But there was no way she was backing out now. She had told her parents that she would do this. That her dream of singing on stage would come true. No matter what.Why the fuck would you want to do that? Singing is a profession meant for dreamers. Our Daughter is not a dreamer!!!!!!!!!" Her mother spoke to her. Following her up the stairs that led to her bedroom. Of course mom would say something like that. Her mother wanted her to be just like her. Like a freakin copy cat."Well I’m fucking sorry Mother I AM NOT YOU.OR DAD. Matter of FACT FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I WANNA BE KNOWN AS ME. And not the daughter of Amber, and Frederick sullivan’s CHILD." She slammed the door her long blonde hair falling down her back like a water fall. "Damnitt." She thought as tears stung her eyes. Nothing could change her mind. She began to pack a suitcase. Preparing for her long trek across California. She needed to travel all the way to New York. Even if that meant doing it by feet. Her door was locked and both her parents were screaming at her. That if she left this house she would no longer be thought of as a Sullivan.She was pulled out of her thoughts as a car passed by her slowly. Jamming music as if the person driving it was checking her out. She was no whore , and had this happen over 50 times in a single hour. I mean how many times can a car be a male driver?" She thought sighing. It had only been three hours since she left her old home. Her feet felt as if they were jello, and that at this very moment she could collapse from the heat. The last time she had a place to get water she made sure to buy several bottles of water. It would do her no good to die while she went after her dream. However, that put a dent in her 300 dollars that she had collected from chores that she had done for her parents. At least now she would never have to touch a dish, or garbage bag for them…for the rest of her life.That car was still trudging along beside her. Damn Car ….Just keep fucking going. There is nothing to see here." She thought as she shifted her backpack on her shoulders. The heat blazed on her skin, making her seem to shine a bit. [ img ]Jared Thompson braced an elbow on the driver’s window, allowing his hand to float on the breeze as he sped south on the freeway. Fridays always left him this way… He felt anxious…and yet somehow bored at the same time. Every day was the same all week, every week. There was no change in his routine… nothing to brighten his mood…Well… almost nothing. There was Bradley…As if on cue, Bradley’s voice sounded from the back seat and his image appeared in the rearview mirror, “Friday again…” he sounded as bored as Jared felt, “Let’s have some fun this weekend. You’ve kept us cooped up in that office for months now… I want to have a good time.”“You know we can’t do that too often… it isn’t safe.” Jared tried to be reasonable, but he felt as anxious for excitement as Bradley did. Turning to look over his shoulder, he frowned at Bradley, who simply sat slouched in the seat, appearing completely relaxed.“So long as you follow the rules,” Bradley recited the same argument as always, “You’ll be fine. No one will be the wiser… What’s the first rule?”Jared sighed, unable to resist reciting his list of rules, the code by which he lived his life. “Never form a plan ahead of time.”“Exactly, premeditation is the same as leaving a guide book for them to follow you.” Bradley smiled, “Second?”“Always select randomly”“Yes. People, places, tools… they all need to be random. Third?”“Never use anything that belongs to me.”“Anonymity is a hunter’s best friend, brother. Fourth?”“Leave nothing behind.”“Exactly. You’ve kept up on your regimen? No excess skin that may flake away? No loose hair? You wont leave DNA behind? Good. Fifth?“Always be protected.”“Your kit is in the trunk still. Gloves, cover-alls… gun? Perfect. Sixth?”“No blood. Ever.”“You, or your… friend. No one bleeds. No struggle until we’re safely isolated. Seventh?”“Always out of town.”“Out of state is even better, but not always possible. Eighth?”“Choose someone that’s going somewhere.”“Exactly. If they are going from one place to another, the monkeys will have a broader playing field to search. Nine?”“The body- What’s that?” Jared suddenly changed the topic as something shimmered into sight on the freeway ahead.“Well how ‘bout that… a hitch-hiker… Coincidence?” Bradley’s laugh filled the car, lifting Jared’s spirits.A small smile spread across his face as he slowed next to the girl. “Are we prepared? Any reason we can be traced to her?”“I can’t think of anything. We’re two hours from home… she’s clearly not from anywhere close… Looks like a runaway. The wont be searching right away… Or if they are, they’ll be looking where they think she was going. Not here. I’d prefer that we were lucky enough to have rented a car… but we can’t have everything handed to us, now can we? I think it’s safe.”Jared nodded in agreement and rolled the window down, ignoring the cars that blared their horns as they went around him. “Need a ride? It’s not safe out here for a girl to be alone out here like this…” He made sure to insert just the right amount of care and concern into his face. His posture was relaxed now, friendly. He was dressed nice, still wearing the white shirt and tie he’d worn to work, though the tie was loosened, the top button hanging open.Bradley, invisible to all except Jared, leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the two front seats. “Betcha she just hops right in… not a whisper of caution… Look at her. She’s a mess. She’ll trust anyone right now…”Jared looked into the rearview mirror for just a moment, answering Bradley silently, “Stop it. I’m concentrating. She’ll notice.”Taking his eyes away from the image of his imaginary companion and best friend in the mirror, he returned his gentle, smiling eyes to the girl. "Need a ride? It’s not safe out here for a girl to be alone out here like this…" His voice was soft, and caring. It froze her from taking another step. She hardly thought the car would of actually stopped, and honestly she was afraid because it did. Carefully she twirled towards the voice. Her gold lock seeming to bounce as she did so."Hey if I needed a ride …I would of already gotten one." She spat. Her arrogant self always had to have a come back. " And anyways why would I get in a car with a total stranger." She tapped her foot irritated. The guy was hot, but she had learned that being hot only meant that the guy was an asshole. She opened her bag and grabbed one of her water bottles and took a swig out of it. As cars whizzed by beeping their horn in annoyance. She gave them one single hand sign. Her middle finger. She was determined to get to the competition for singing. " Anyway what does it matter to you that Im alone? Apparently no one else cares." She took another swig and kicked a rock that was underfoot. The sun was now blazing down on her, and she was sweating from the heat. But pushed it off. It wasn’t any big deal. As long as she could prove to her parents that her dream would work.Then again would her parents ever take her back. Probably not. She shouldn’t even consider them parents. For all they’ve done for her. Fact was she was alone. It would be real nice to have a partner to travel with. In fact it seemed too good. She didn’t really wanna walk anymore. Her feet hurt, and her body ached. But she was determined, and that made the pain easier. But it would be nice for once to sit. Then she shook her head. It was out of consideration…he was a stranger. For all she knew he could want to kill her. Though he didn’t look the type. Way too cute."It couldn’t be that bad?" could it." She thought pondering weather to actually give the guy a chance. "Hey if I needed a ride …I would of already gotten one."The girl hissed at him, glaring at him with eyes full of the hatred of the young. From the back seat, Bradly burst into renewed laughter. Jared had to fight a smirk. He leaned over the passenger seat a bit to get a better look. Before he could respond, she spoke up again." And anyways why would I get in a car with a total stranger."She seemed to trail off, debating with herself, so he simply remained silent, waiting for her to decide. His eyes discreetly took in her form when she looked up to glare at the passing cars.Bradley leaned forward, hissing into Jared's ear conspiratorially, despite the fact that she couldn't hear his voice anyway. "Regular spit-fire, aint she? She'll be so much fun! You have GOT to get her to come with us! This is a priceless chance! Don't you dare fuck this up."Sighing impatiently, he cast Bradley an irritated glance before smiling warmly back at the girl.Her voice brought his attention immediately back to her face."Anyway what does it matter to you that Im alone? Apparently no one else cares."Jared frowned as if offended by her implication, "Even if you have more water in that pack, it wont last long. You've a long walk ahead of you, and it wont get any cooler any time soon... I'll tell you what. Let me at least take you to the next town, get you some water, and I'll let you be on your way if you still don't trust me."Jared reached to the knob, cranking the air-conditioning onto full blast, knowing she would be able to feel the wonderfully cool air through the open window. Eyes full of sincere concern, he watched her for an answer. "Even if you have more water in that pack, it wont last long. You've a long walk ahead of you, and it wont get any cooler any time soon... I'll tell you what. Let me at least take you to the next town, get you some water, and I'll let you be on your way if you still don't trust me." She listened to him. Or was rather half listening to him. The other half of her mind was running through all the possibilities as to why this was a terrible idea. Most of them seemed fairly logical reasons WHY SHE SHOULDN’T get in the car. It was just that air conditioner felt so good, and she really needed to rest.She heaved a sigh. "Fine I’ll get in you fucking car." She waited a split second before taking another swig off her water bottle. "But only to the next town. Fair?" She spat. The heat of the sun smoldering her. Or at least it felt like it. The cars seemed to be whizzing by a bit slower, and the world was spinning. Without realizing it she took a step saw some sort of form other than the man in the car, then fell. She wasn’t quite sure why she fell, or what she had seen. Hell she could of been delusional. Which was more than likely. In embarrassment , she tried to pull herself up. "Well it seems Im a little…out of it." She muttered making her slow decent to the car. Each step felt like an hour to her, and each hour felt like longer. At last she made it to the door the car door that was opened. Everything seemed in slow motion, the cars, the wind, and even the sounds of the birds. It seemed as if her senses were heightened.She heaved another sigh , and scooted into passenger seat of the car. Cool air met her the minute she was in the seat , and everything seemed to speed up again. As if some switch was pulled. "I’m sorry, I’m terribly clumsy." She smiled. "That is if I was walking down stairs. No I was rather dizzy." Her tone was slightly confused and she shrugged. Slamming the door shut so that the cool air wouldn’t leave. "So to the next town?" She kicked her feet onto the cars dash board in front of her. Settling in for the ride. "And remember your the one who offered the ride. So your stuck with what you get." She quickly opened her bag, , pulled out the one brush she had, and began to comb through her wet, and sticky blonde hair. Jared smiled as he watched her think the matter through. He could tell by her labored breathing, flushed cheeks, and staggering gait that she was near collapse from heat exhaustion. She wouldnt turn down a rest in a comfortable, air-conditioned car. He was certain. Sure enough... she finally shrugged and spoke in a spunky, rude tone that told him she was hiding her relief.“Fine I'll get in your fucking car.”she hissed at him, causing him to smirk in amusement,“But only to the next town. Fair?”He nods, reaching over to push the door open for her. “Certainly. As soon as I feel certain you are safely delivered to civilization... I will leave you in peace.”To his astonishment, her eyes moved to the back seat. He could tell by the angle that her gaze locked on Bradley for a moment. That was impossible, he knew, but it still shocked him.“No way...” Bradley gasped from the back seat, “Jared... I think she saw me... How is that even possible?! If you let her get away, our secret is out. You had better not screw this up.” Bradley continued his mutterings in the back seat, but Jared ignored them.To his relief, she tripped on her way to the car and she didn't notice his expression. When she finally made it to the passenger seat, he was cool and collected once more. Slouching back in the seat, he watched her settle herself in.Shifting the car back into drive, he checks over his shoulder then pulls back onto the freeway. He makes no move of objection as she props her dusty feet on his dashboard and settles in comfortably.“I'm sorry, I'm terribly clumsy.”she sent him a smile that surprised him,“That is if I was walking down stairs. No I was rather dizzy.”she slammed the door for emphasis on her poor mood and he restrained a chuckle,“So to the next town? And remember your the one who offered the ride. So your stuck with what you get”“Mmmm” Bradley admired the view, “Look at those legs... I bet she looks GREAT in leather...”Jared cast a look that clearly said 'stop it' into the rearview mirror, then turned his gaze back to the girl beside him.He found himself surprised for the first time. She was definitely intriguing. She wore her pain on her shoulder like a tropical parrot... but her attitude seemed to completely contradict this trait. He shook his head in amusement as she began raking a brush through her hair.The car moved a long the freeway in silence for a while, then he turned to her, “So. Where you heading?” he asked carefully, “Pardon me... but it seems to me that a girl as beautiful as you shouldn't be out alone like this.” After a while and a little silence the man spoke again. Well to her dismay. She hoped he would have stayed silent the entire ride."So. Where you heading?" His voice was curious. He was handsome , and she knew a man like that would never let her walk the rest of the way up the Californian coast if he really knew. She paused trying to think of a nice come back for an answer."Pardon me... but it seems to me that a girl as beautiful as you shouldn't be out alone like this."This startled her. The way his voice made her body want to shiver. It shouldn’t do that should it? She wasn’t sure what to think." I am going to the moon…really its none of your fucking business where I am going. Just that I am going somewhere, and have a destination. That destination shall be a secret that only I will harbor. As for me being out alone, apparently my parents don’t give a fuck. They basically kicked me out saying I can chase my own damn dream. Like fuck aren’t they supposed to take care of me." She heaved a sigh as her arms stretched a little. " But you know what Im better off without their uptight asses trying to make me someone Im not." She stretched her legs a little bit. Her miniskirt seemed to reveal her now tan legs which were once white. Not a pale white but a nice creamy white. Now they were a deep tan from the sun.She brought her hand to his radio. She hoped he wasn’t the kind of person to yell at her for taking over the radio. She only wanted some sound in the background. It had been a long time since she actually heard something. Plus she was afraid of what he had to say to all that. Not many kids were just kicked out like that. Her parents were so fucked up it wasn’t funny. A song that was familiar to her began to play on the radio. She didn’t mean to get into the song. But soon enough found herself singing the song on the radio quietly. Just enough so that he could hear, and low enough that it wouldn’t get in the way of him talking."Looking back at the beginning of thisAnd how life wasJust you and me loving all of our friendsLiving life like an ocean" Her voice was soft and beautiful. Giving a nice harmony with the male singer of the song. " I am going to the moon…really its none of your fucking business where I am going. Just that I am going somewhere, and have a destination. That destination shall be a secret that only I will harbor. As for me being out alone, apparently my parents don’t give a fuck. They basically kicked me out saying I can chase my own damn dream. Like fuck aren’t they supposed to take care of me."Her tone was bitter, obvious undercurrents lending a depth to her words,"But you know what Im better off without their uptight asses trying to make me someone Im not.""So much anger..." Bradley commented lustfully, "Mmmm...." Through the rear-view mirror, Jared could see Bradley's eyes, transfixed on the girl's legs, staring shamelessly.Jared glared at him again then looked over at the girl. Bradley had a point, but that was no reason to behave like a fool. He had an image to present, after all, if he wanted her to trust him."That must be very difficult to live with... I'm sorry to hear that." He let his eyes take in the pallor of her skin, particularly her cheeks, measuring the lasting effects of the heat she'd been exposed to, guessing the lucidity of her thoughts based on his conclusions.He had no way to be sure, but he estimated she'd be pretty flexible in her emotions. He expected she would need little prodding to get her emotions to flow in the direction he needed them to.When she suddenly reached forward to tune the radio, he fought a smile. If she was comfortable in the car to find music she enjoyed, she was ready for him to begin making her even more comfortable. Without taking his left hand off the wheel, he reached into the back with his right, groping for something he kept stowed in the pouch behind the passenger's seat."A bit to the right..." Bradley directed him, "Remember? You put it off to the- There. You got it."When he brought his arm back to his side, he held a bottle of water. Sitting quietly, as if enjoying the silence, he sighed in a very relaxed way, hoping to manipulate her emotions by demonstrating relaxation through his own body language. Next, he opened the bottle and took a drink, sighing as he swallowed it down. He never looked over at her, but he imagined she would be thirsty enough that the sight of the bottle would have caught her attention. He placed the bottle between his left knee and the driver's door, holding it there easily, just barely out of her sight. She would know it was there... tantalizingly out of reach. The car was filled with soft music, whatever it was she chose, and he allowed the pavement to pass beneath his tires in uneventful silence. At one point, his hand dipped down, out of sight for a moment, his fingers deftly retrieving a tiny capsule. Then he simply rested his hand atop the bottle for a while. She would not be able to see as he carefully worked the cap off the tiny container and dumped a clear liquid into the bottle. When he'd finished with it, he simply dropped the capsule down the side of his seat again.His task completed, he looked over as if having forgotten her presence, and smiled sheepishly, "Oh, I'm sorry. How rude of me..." He concentrated just enough to get a light blush to tint his cheeks, "Are you thirsty?"He picked up the bottle and offered it to her. "That must be very difficult to live with... I'm sorry to hear that." His voice was soft to her like melody she hadn’t yet mastered. Oddly enough it annoyed her that she was so drawn to this man’s voice. Like a magnet drawn to a fridge. In fact she wanted to just smack that beautiful voice out of the man."Don’t be sorry…sorry is an overrated word. It means that you pity me, and pitying is one thing that I hate." She twisted herself to look out of the window. There was nothing but empty dirt, and trees in California. She wished to see cool houses, and a neat city. But that wouldn’t happen for a long time. Las Vegas was ways away. Especially by foot. She heaved in a sigh. Then, heard the little bustling sound of one of his hand reaching behind the seat. She hardly cared and continue to zone out the window , listening to droning hum of songs that played through the stereo. Most were sad love songs, or random pop songs. Trying as hard as she could to try and ignore whatever his hands were doing.The small sound of a bottle cap being twisted off caught her attention. She snapped her head to see the man lusciously sip a bottle of water. She could feel half her mouth nearly drool in ecstasy. Not only at the bottle of water, but the shape of his mouth, and the way excess water seemed to drip down his neck. She choked in a breath trying not to allow him to see how much she wanted that bottle of water. Or even the way that he changed her. Quickly , she tilted her head, and went back to looking out the dreary window. It was so fucking boring. But then again , walking was boring to.As if she was a magnet she turned her head back to him. Just starring at him. She felt like a lost puppy dog left on the side of the road where no one wants her. That was what he did to her. And she absolutely HATED it. But there wasn’t much she could do. It was something she was drawn to like deer to a pond."Oh, I'm sorry. How rude of me...Are you thirsty?" He offered her the bottle of water that he had just sipped. Luckily, she wasn’t a germ a phoebe.. She reached out a hand and felt the way his skin brushed against hers. It once again sent a chill down her body that she shouldn’t have felt. Another , feeling that she hated so much."Well yes how rude of you to ignore the fact that I had been walking for hours , and might possibly be thirsty? How rude…" She yanked the bottle cap off and took a swift sip. The taste of the cool water in her mouth felt refreshing, and once again she felt that same shiver down her spine. She wasn’t sure what the chill meant. Whether it was a good thing , or a bad thing? "By…..the---" She wanted to say something but all of a sudden she felt light headed , and took another swig of water thinking that it must of been how dehydrated she was. By the time she set the bottle down the bottle was completely empty, and her head felt like it was pounding. "Doo…you have any aspirin?" She was hoping that he would at least have that. She wasn’t sure why her throat was still burning, or why she felt so light headed, and had a funny feeling in her stomach. "Well yes how rude of you to ignore the fact that I had been walking for hours , and might possibly be thirsty? How rude…" The girl's angry tone told him the ploy had worked. His effort of displaying the bottle had worked to make her want it enough that she didn't pause to wonder if drinking it would be wise...His eyes were more eager than they perhaps should be as he watched her gulp at the water greedily. The drug was potent, and incredibly fast. Right away, he saw her visibly sway as her system was flooded with the drug."By…..the---"she tried to say something, but trailed off, causing him to smirk in satisfaction. He was enthralled by the rush of excitement he felt. It had truly been too long. He had deprived himself for so long... he deserved a chance to treat himself."Doo…you have any aspirin?"She blinked over at him, blearily, eyes nearly crossed, and he was forced to expend a great deal of concentration on arranging his features into a look of concern.Just as he was about to answer, he looked back at the road and noticed a sign notifying him that he would soon approach a city exit that would certainly be a good place to follow through with his promise. He needed to distract her, quickly.This time, when he spoke, he used every bit of skill he possessed, every ounce of charm, charging his voice with all the passion and allure he could muster. "Are you alright, pretty?" he purred, "You look... flushed. Perhaps it is the heat... Heat can have a... rather drastic effect on the body, wouldn't you say?"He tried his best to look at her with eyes full of the heat he spoke of, then continued, "Try leaning your chair back, rest your head... perhaps that will help ease the pain.... that's right... just relax. Now... how does it feel if I turn up the air? Feel good?"He continued to coo at her without waiting for an answer, struggling to keep what little attention she had left on himself, and not the road.A low voice issued from the back seat, throaty and full of heat, "Damn..." Bradley hissed, "Wouldja look at that... I don't know how you stand it. She's practically unconscious, man.... you could take her, right here. There's no one around. And she's hardly going to put up a fuss..."Jared cleared his throat, resisting the urge to snap angrily at Bradley, but the simple noise seemed enough to silence him. That, or it was the death-look that he gave through the rear-view mirror. Swallowing his lust, Jared looked over at the girl, noting how her posture was beginning to slack and the glazed look in her eyes.Perfect,he thought to himself,Absolutely perfect... I hate when they just pass out... So much more fun to talk to them... get to know them when they're nice and limp... no inhibitions.His hands gripped the wheel in his excitement as he smoothely rode past the exit, then merged into the inside lane, preparing for the junction that would allow him to change courses and head north. "Are you alright, pretty? You look... flushed. Perhaps it is the heat... Heat can have a... rather drastic effect on the body, wouldn't you say?" His voice was lovely. Once again it sent shivers down her body. She was all too willing to jump his bones. But her head was rocking like a boat. One minute she could see the road ahead of her, and the next their was nothing but red dots in her vision."Apparently, the heat has one hell of a fucking way of giving you a headache…" She stared at the car ceiling trying her best to distract herself. Maybe if she didn’t think about anything, the so called headache would go away. Yet, she still had a tingling feeling inside her stomach like a bubbling or sizzling that made her body yearn for something that she hadn’t had for what was it…a year ago. She glanced at the man then back out the window. Then couldn’t seem to see much since her vision was seeing dots, and her throat was horse."Try leaning your chair back, rest your head... perhaps that will help ease the pain.... that's right... just relax. Now... how does it feel if I turn up the air? Feel good?" He asked her seeming to look more concerned than he should have. But she didn’t question the look. Since, it was probably her head fucking with her."I’ll try it but if it doesn’t work. I don’t know what the fuck will." She reached around the seat hazily searching for the lever that would pull the seat back. Finally, she felt the lever and yanked as hard as she could. The lever caused the seat to pull back suddenly , and she caught something in the corner of her. But then just as fast it disappeared. Once again she blamed the dehydration , and wackiness of her mind. Finally she rested her head on the soft seat that she was in, and stared at the ceiling. The hum of music causing her to want to sing. But she just couldn’t manage singing. Her mind was too much of a haze. Then , the man turned on the air. It felt nice. The air passed through her blonde hair seeming to refresh her slightly. But still her body yearned for something she couldn’t quite understand. "It feel…..fine." She muttered. Actually, for once sounding nice. Which wasn’t at all like her. She felt as they took a deliberate turn. But she assumed the turn was a good thing. She wasn’t quite sure what to think. Slowly, she brought her hand as far out towards him as she could. Brushing his arm slowly with her fingers. The fabric of his clothes felt nice under her fingers. Cool to the touch, and electrified her in a way that it shouldn’t have. "I’ll try it but if it doesn’t work. I don’t know what the fuck will."She again spoke with such venom that he felt certain it was a show. Even while heavily intoxicated, she was sour and surly. He found that highly amusing, even casting a smirk into the rear-view mirror at Bradley.Bradley, in his turn, laughed in amusement, "She's incredibly hot... its like we had a christmas gift dropped on us from out of nowhere... Quite a lucky day... And can I say again, look at those legs!" Bradley moaned suggestively, leaning over the girl, sniffing at her hair. With one finger, he made a stroking motion over her face, just centimeters away from her skin."It feel…..fine." she suddenly purred, and Bradly pulled his hand back, gasping in shock.Jared rolled his eyes and pointed to the air conditioning vent, looking at Bradley with a pointed stare. The look seemed to say, She meant the air, you moron..."Hopefully it will help you feel better, my dear..." he purred at her, looking down with a smile as her fingers began stroking his arm. His eyes moved to her face, measuring the signs of intoxication he could see. She was slipping farther under still, he could see. Her eyes were heavily glazed and lidded, expression slack, head bobbing on her limp neck. He felt certain she wouldn't even notice if he stopped the car and lifted her out of the seat at this point. A perfect state for what he had planned. Her fingers felt remarkably nice on his skin through the shirt. He found himself silently enjoying the soft stroking. This was a touch of the sort he had never before felt. This was not a deliberate come-on, or some move meant to manipulate him. She simply wished to touch him. He found himself surprised by this.Jared picked up his speed, now flying along the pavement on a long, straight highway heading north. After a while, he exited and took a few turns though a tiny little town, ending up heading west into the empty desert toward a hill in the distance lightly spotted with trees. "Hopefully it will help you feel better, my dear..."His voice still holding its luciousness that made her body continue to shake in what she realized was lust. Why did such a stranger do this? She wasn’t sure. Even now when her mind was a swirl she could hardly understand the feeling. It was strong, pleasant, yet unpleasantness at the same time. She wanted to blame this feeling on her head, and the fuzziness of the world around her. But she could hardly place such feelings on the fact that she might be having heatstroke.She carefully brushed her hand down his arm. Loving the fabric that he had, liking the fact that he was cold as ice. Her hands feeling the coldness in welcoming. The dots in her vision seeming like a connect the dots game to her. She could almost make shapes out of the pictures in her mind. Shapes of stars, circles, and squares. That alone made her feel as if she must be insane. "I must be going insane…All these dots in my vision. And the way my body goes hot, then suddenly cold." She heard her voice which sounded so distant. As if it was on another planet. "Everything…its so fucking weird…" Her voice trailed off even further.Her hands continued to touch him. As if just knowing he was there was some form of comfort for her. No matter how little. She sucked in a little air trying hard to refocus herself. But nothing worked. This state she was in just wouldn’t go away. She heaved in a sigh. The sigh seeming to also be distant to her. It was as if she herself was so far from the scene inside the car that she could hardly change anything. The fuzzy feeling seemed to get more, and more. All she wanted was to breath the man next to her. But that thought scared her, but didn’t repulse her. For the man was far from ugly. But this feeling was so strong that it scared her more than anything. "I don…’t unde…rstand this feeling I have." She muttered. She felt so far off that it completely scared her to even feel that way. She had hardly noticed when they took a turn, and started driving down a an old town road.What was the deal again?She wondered. It didn’t matter at this point. She surely wouldn’t survive. Unexpectedly, he felt something brush his arm and looked down. He was shocked to find her hand lightly brushing his arm. He blinked in surprise at her hand for a few moments, then faced forward again. He couldn't say why, but he found he quite liked that touch. In his life, he only felt the physical touch of another person when they wanted something from him. She, in her current state, didn't. She touched him merely on impulse, a desire to feel him. He was stunned by that. Her voice, only served to further confuse him. "I must be going insane…All these dots in my vision. And the way my body goes hot, then suddenly cold."Her voice was heavily slurred now, and he felt a bit relieved to know that she wouldn't likely be conscious long. He still felt unnerved.Bradley, having picked up on his friend's change of expression, silently stared at him from the back seat. Jared could almost feel the heat of his stare on the back of his head. "Everything…its so fucking weird…"Unthinking, he nodded in agreement, "Quite unexpededly so..." He silently navigated down a long dusty road. The road was worn by the weather, and the short trip was rough, but he did his best to ease the jostling motions as much as possible, so as not to disturb her."I don…’t unde…rstand this feeling I have."He didn't answer her as he removed his seatbelt, pulled the key from the ignition, and stepped out of the car. Circling around, he opened her door and slung her pack over his shoulder before helping her sit up."How are you feeling? Do you think you can stand?" he asked, supporting her gently. "Quite unexpededly so..." She barely understood his voice but she could still make it out. Even though everything seemed like a blur. Her mind was hardly working with her. It kept telling her that this man was hot and sexy. That she could and should get a piece of him. But her rational side could hardly fight against it. With the dizziness and the feeling of faintness inside her it was almost impossible for her to think. Every move she made didn’t feel like her own. Then she heard the car stop and he pulled the key out of the ignition. "What was the deal?" Her mind could still not figure it out.Before she knew it she was flung over his shoulder and forced to sit down. Then she could hardly hear his voice again. But he had distinctly said something. "How are you feeling? Do you think you can stand?" She barely made out the words again then in wonder she tried to stand. But stumbled. His hands supported her gently."I---don’t….kno—how I can walk? Or talk..my mind it is in jambles." She could hardly make out anything but she wanted feel the man’s touch more than anything. Why? That was beyond her at the moment. She reached out and gently touched his hand. Then in shock she backed away. "I’m…i….I'm sorry?" Her eyes glanced down. Unsure and afraid of what was going on.The world around her seemed like a blur. All she could concentrate on was him. That was the only thing she could focus on. Since her head seemed to be a blur and hardly useful. She clinged to the man’s hand like a child. Then slowly and gently she kissed his cheek. Trying not to be too well demanding. It wasn’t like her but something in her head kept telling her too. With the world spinning, and her head being useless it was the only thing she could do. "I----think--- I don’t know…am I sick? Or dizzy? Or a bad girl?" She asked in bewilderment. His eyes were intent as he took in her behavior, watching the signs of the drug's success in working through her system. Picking up the bottle from where it lay forgotten, he removed the cap and offered it to her. His hands remained on her, carefully supporting her as she swayed and leaned.He smiled reassuringly, meeting her eyes with an intense gaze, trying to keep her gaze locked on his, "Easy now.... its probably the heat... You just need to relax and drink some water. Here..." he held the bottle up to help her drink from it, "Sip slowly... Now... look at me. Talk to me. Tell me about you."

Road trip(private sexytalon and risty)

Love is messed up ~Palmoun and sweet_serender159~

Name: Mathew (but likes to be called Mat) wolfwoodRace: demonHuman form appearance:Demon form appearance: it is just like his human form but he has ears, claws and black wings.Bio: He use to be a killer but something happend and he hates to kill humans now so demons shun him for that. (you will learn more about his past later) Name: Jessica PulseRace: HumanPersonality: Jessica is the most popular girl at school and it seems to her that everyone seems to love the cute, cuddly and vunerable Jess she lets all her 'friends' see but she seems to have a much darker and more mysterious side that she does not let anyone see.Bio: Jessica is the most popular girl at school and the only way she can keep it that way ios to use dark magic the she had inheritad from her Grandmother. It is hard for her because her parents are always off on some cruise or adventure and they leave Jess all alone with only the maids to look after her.Other: Jess has been able to unlock the Dark Magic inside her and uses it to her advantage. She is able to make people believe her whenever she lies and makes evereyone feel like they ant to be her friend.Description:Jessicahas blode hair and blue eyes. She always wears a white ribbon in her hair, which is usually in two pigtails. She always has her Magic book hidden somewhere in her dress or her small black bag she carries around with her. Mat made his way to the small little school where he hoped to study the humans closer. He had his note book with him and had enrolled in as a new exchange student from a place called Russia. He had been there a long time ago when he was still young, for a demon being less then 50 was considered young, but now he was 180 and was considered a adult. But no demon treated him like a adult since they all thought he was crazed for not wanting ot kill humans anymore. But he didn't want to kill anymore, only study them. But no one understood that so he was on his own when it came to studying.He walked into the school and looked ot be about 18 and that was how it worked for demons. you just took away the zero at the end of the number and that was how old you looked to the humans. He looked ot be about 18 and that was how old he told everyone he was even though he was 180. Jess walked through the front gates but stopped when she saw a boy standing, looking lost at the front entrance. She smiled,What do you know, a new plaything.Walking a little faster she waved her friends on and walked up to the boy, "Can I help you with something?" She asked. Looking behind her she could see a mass of girls lining up behind her to get a look at the newcomer but with a quick glare from Jess the crowed melted away. Mat looked at the girl and nodded, "yes, you can." he said and his russian accent was clearly stated in his voice. "you see I am new here and I have no idea where to go. Do you think you could help me?" he asked as he looked at her. She good looking for a human girl and looked to be farely young. Her eyes where nice and he wondered what group she fell in under high school kids, popular or outcast. he would have to get to know her first. "Well than how about I show you to your next class." Jess wound her arm through his and plucked his schudual from his hand. Looking down at it she smiled, they had nearly every class together. She looked u and caught him staring down the corridor, "Um, no it's this way." Jess pointed the schedual down the corridor in the other direction. "Your in most of my classes so I can show you around and tell you about them." She looked down again at the sheet in her hand, It says that you have Miss Moon for Home Room," Jess rolled her eyes, "Yes. Her name really is Miss Moon. We always bag her for it." Bag? he had no idea what that ment but probably ment to make fun of it. " I see but isn't that mean. I mean she is your teacher, you should teach her with respect and like a normal person." he said even though he was something far from normal. But he knew enough to know that you should teach those who are of older age with respect. "and thanks for showing me around. I just came here from Germany and still knew to everything." he said with his deep russian voice. "Oh no need to worry, I'm sure you'll be fine." She dismissed his comment and continued through the corridor, "As for Miss Moon, she doesn't treat me with respect so why should I show it to her?" Jess let go of the boys arm and opened a dorr into a classroom, "This is it. Welcome to the room you will end up hating like the rest of us." She turned to face him and asked, "What's your name by the way?" Jess flipped her hair back over her shoulder, "I need to know it if we are going to be friends." She laughed and as she turned around she looked to her left just in time for a little brunette girl walk past and mutter, "Why, so you can screw him to?" Jess turned to glare at the girl as she hurried into class. Mat smiled and then bowed to her like they did in teh old times. "my name is Mathrew Wolfwood and it is a pleasure to met you." he said and took her hand, kissing it. He heard a few girls mutter soemthing or squeel when he did but he took no notice. He was a gental man and anything else you could think of. He had fought in both world wars and saw what people did to eath other over stupid things. But he smirked at the one girls comment, no girl would screw him since he wouldn't give them the chance to. [sorry i changed her last name when I realised what i had named the teacher]Jess stammered, nobody had ever spoken to her like that before. "Oh, umm well. I'm Jessica Pulse. Um to clerify where I stand at this school, I pretty much own this school." Jess laughed as she flipped her hair back, "So, if you want anything, and I mean anything at all. Please don't hesitate to ask me." She turned and walked into the room, "You'll need to talk to the teacher before you get started." Mat smiled and walked over to the teacher. She was nice and she seemed to take a shine to him right away. Then when the bell rang he stoon infront of the class and smiled. "hello, my name is Mathew Wolfwood. I am your new class mate who has come all the way from germany but I was born in russia. If you have any questions please feel free to ask." he said and then walked to a empty seat near the back and pulled out a notebook. He started to write about jess and some of the other girls and how they acted. He had been documenting human behavior for a while but this was the first at a highschool. Jess rolled her eyes, her friends had not stopped babbling about Matt. Jess tuned out as she stared out the window, "Oh My God! Did you see him bow to you Jess?" Jess snapped out of her revere and looked at her best friend Alex, "No duh. Of course I saw it." She rolled her eyes again but instead of looking back at the window she turned around to watch Matt writing in his notebook. She smiled, she had never seena boy at this school actually do the work. Mat stopped writing after a while and put his note book away. He woul dhave to get to know everyone here very well if he wanted to completely his notes on human behaviors. He then pulled out a sketch book from his bad and started to draw with skilled hands. He had learned how to draw and paint from some of the best teachers out there and in truth he was ten times better then them. BUt he kept his work to himself and continued to sketch he had of a girl dancing. Jess looked around her and saw the teacher's back turn and that was all the persuasion she needed. The air crackled around her as she mumbled a few silent words and a MacDonald's Coffee was steaming in her hand under the table. Jess smiled to herself, the teachers could be so bind when it came to Magic, Then again, the teachers sort of ignored the fact that Jess was always able to aquire a coffee whenever she wanted. Taking a sip she looked down at the blank page in front of her, picking up a pen in her right hand she started to slowly doodle. Mats ears perked up when he felt magic being used. He looked around and wondered where it had come from. But then he felt where the magic was coming from and realized it was jess. He gripped his pencil and wondered if she felt his dark energy. Most humans could feel it and knew that he was demon right away. He just hoped that she didn't notice or else he would have to go to a different school. Jess stiffened, she had that feeling again. Last time she felt like this was this morning as she walked through the gates but she dismissed them as nothing. She looked around her slowley trying to pick where the feeling was coming from but so far she could only tell that it was from someone in the room. Most humans seem to have a little feeling of the Dark energy that Jess was feeling, it was usually the little voice in their heads telling them to jump off a ciff or rob a bank but today it was stronger. Her eyes fell on Matt at the back of the classroom and she let the coffee cup slip through her fingers and spill it's contents all over the floor, Matt was surrounded by Dar Energy but instead of being afraid by the sheer hugness of his Energy she was intrigued instead. Mat focused back on his sketch and hopped that she didn't notice. MOst people who figured out he was a demon would want to kill him or run him out of town. THey said that he was evil and only evil, no one ever asked why he was in school or why he didn't kill. They just labled him bad and left it as that. He continued to sketch as his mind owndered and he woon ended up finishing his drawing. He had drawn jess's face on the dancer and she was in a flowing dress that moved with her as she danced on the paper. "Um Miss. Can I please go to the bathroom?" When Jess's teacher looked up to her Jess put on her nicest smile and gesturd towards her, now covered in coffee, school dress. Miss Moon gave a nod and Jess stood up and walked to the door, turning around she coughed trying to get Matt;s attention and when he looked up, along with alot of the other students, she gave him a look that said,Get out and follow me.Without waiting to see if he had followed her she walked out of the classroom and down the corridor. Leanign against the wall at the corner of the block she leaned against the wall and waited.[ sorry i sort of left that open for you to either follow or not] Mat smirked when he saw the look in her eyes and wondered if he should. Before he knew what he was doing he got up and walked ot the teacher, "mind if you let me out of class, I think I dropped something in the hall." he said with a smile on his face. Mrs. Moon smiled and nodded, "okay, just come back as soon as you can." she said and Mat nodded. He then left the room and made his way down the hall. He soon stoped when he was a few feet away from her and looked at her, "so what do you want?" he asked and his accent seemed to shift to a british accent. Jess smiled, "Huh, I knew it." Jess pointed at Matt with a perfectly manicured finger and said, "You are a Demon!" Jess took a step closer to Matt and said softly, "Okay, spill it. What are you doing in my school?" Jess knew there was something different about Matt the moment she saw him but she was still amazed that the Energy he was giving off had evaded her until just that minute. She turned away and said over her shoulder while crossing her arms, "I can see your kind you know. I see them all the time," She looked over her shoulde and looked Matt in the eye, "You think your so good at blendgin in and you think you have us Humans all figured out." She turned around and dropped her arms, "Well you don't." Mat smirked, "I know I dont have humans figured out, why do you think I am here." he said and took a step closer. "and you think you know everything there is to know aobut demons. Well guess what your wrong." he said and looked down at her. HIs eyes glowed slightly as he talked to her, "and the only reason I am here is to do research on humans. I dont want to kill, I dont want to rape, I dont want to eat or anything like that. I am just here to learn just like everyone else and yet your kind never believes it." he said as he looked at her. If she didn't believe him he would have to head to another school and start this all over again. Jess stared back, "I'm not scared. Do you honestly think I would be? Your kind has been here before with your," She waved her hands around in a circle, "Research and learning bull. But no matter what happens your kind alway seemed to not be able to help yourself." Jess looked down and decided to retrace her thoughts, "On second thoughts..You know what? Go ahead and stay and do your 'reasearch'." Jess made quotations sighns with her hands, "But, you had better be careful with what you do. I'll be watching." And with tht she sidestepped Matt and was walking further down the corridor towards the bathroom. Jess looked over her shoulder and saw Matt still standing where he had, "What? I need to clean my dress." Turning with the slight twist of her foot she walked away.Maybe I was too harsh.She looked straight ahead,No, I was just the same with all the others Mat sighed, he didn't expect her to believe him. She was just like any other seer, she didn't trust any demon and with good reason. But for once he was only here for that reason, no demon liked him anymore since he refused to kill, rape and all the other good things that come with being a demon. If he could he would give up being a demon but this was who he was and he couldn't change that. He then pulled out his note book and started to write down her reaction, emotions, and faceial expressing when she talked to him about this. Looking at herself in the mirror Jess felt a slight feeling of remorse. She shhok her head,What is the matter with me? Matt was a Demon. He is like all the others, like Jason and David and...and..Jess shook her head again as images came to her from last year, she blew a stray hair out of her face and felt a tear roll down her cheek. mantaly slapping herself she turned around and closed her eyes, Jason wouldn't leave her head and she had just gotten him out of there. Jason and his damn strength, he was probably the only one that so far her magic hadn't worked on and he had been able to......Stop it Jess! Don't think about it!She shook her head and realised she had been crying quite a bit now, cleaning herself up as best as she could she made the short walk back to the classroom. How was she going to explain this to her always to attuned to her friend Alex. Matt was already in his desk when she came back into the room. He looked up at her and flashed her a friendly smile, he was going to prove to her that there was some good to some demons. He then went back to his note book and continued to write. But on Jess's desk was a note, neatly folded up and her name was printed on it. The note was the picture of her dancing that he had drawn and a note at the corner that said,promise not to be much trouble. From Matt P.S. if your concerned about rape or anything dont worry because I have never done any of that in my life and never plan to. Jess just stared at the note in her hand, she didn't know what to make of it. Wen she first came into the room, eyes red and slightly puffy Matt had given her a big smile and she was to surprised to give one in return.Okay, Maybe I wasn't to harsh on him. I just thought that....Jess looked behind her towards Matt and when he looked up she gave him a small smile to show that she liked it. The picture was beautiful, the girl looked like she was going to dance off the page, looking closer Jess saw with a gasp that it was ger face on the girl's body. She looked up and caught Alex watching her, "Are you okay?" Her friends voice was drenched with worry, "Yeah, I'm fine." She looked behind her again to Matt's bent head. Matt was trying to write but couldn't, he felt her stare on him. He then looked up and smiled at her, out of everyone in the room she had to be the best looking or, how the humans say, beautifull. She had a look to her that said dont mess with me or else but also come and get me. He liked that bout her and she was the only one like that. He then put his notebook away when he saw the time, class was almost over. he then looked at Jess, "so, you still willing to show me around?" he asked with his russin accent. Jess smiled, "Of course I am." She stood up and resumed the position she had taken up when they had first met. Winding her arm around Matt's she started to walk out of the classroom, "It's not everyday you find a Nice Demon."[okay sorry I kept it short i have to go now] ((okay, see you tomorrow))Matt smirked, "probably because I am the only one out there that I know of right now." he said as he thought about all hte other demons. They all liked to kill, rape and everything else that demons do but not him. After when happend he couldn't stand the thought of hurting a human. "and since I dont want to do any of that demon stuff the other demons want to kill me. They say that I am not right in the head and need to be put down." he said as he looked at her. Jess smiled, as they walked around the school gronds she couldn't help but smile at all the jelous looks that she was getting. Ususally she got jelous looks but today it was a different one, "So, tell me. Where'd did you come from? I can tell that your accent is fake." She lowered her voice, "Even though nobody can tell." Jess caught sight of a tree and gesturd towards it, "Oh yeah, umm. Don't go near that tree." Jess caught sight of a boy standing behind it, "Only smokers go there." The boy waved as a small tendril of smoke curled from his lips and wafted in the air around him. Matt smiled, "in truth I was born in australia and moved around a lot when I was little. first I went to russia, then germany, then britain and now I am here." he said as he looked at her. "over the years I have developed many accents but my true accent is my australian one which I dont use very often." he said and smirked at the guy, "and don't worry, I am not a smoker even though my parents tryed to get me to." he said and smiled at her. Jess smiled back, she liked his smile, it was more honest and open than some that she saw in her life. She lead Matt towards the cafateria, "Okay sorry but I'm hungry so if you don't mind I'm just going to get something to eat and than we can go." Jess let go of Matt's arm and walked over to the line in front of the canteen. The air crackled around her as she Magicked a small pile of bills into her hand, stepping up closer to the canteen coutner she looked behind her and caught a glimps of Matt surrounded by girls from behind Alex's back. Smiling to herself she asked the lady behind the counter, "Hi. Um, can I pleas have an apple, a bottle of Coke and three potato ckaes?" Taking the itmes and handing the money over she smiled as the greasy smell of the potato cakes washed over her, she had always loved the school poato cakes. Matt happly talked to the girls who seemed to come to him like a magnet. They where all very nice but he had a feeling that was how they all acted to new exchange studnets like him. But he started to miss haveing jess by his side even though he knew she was coming back soon. She just was different from the others, she kind of understood him and he likved that about her. "I smell skanks." Jess strode over to where Matt was standing and shooed the other girls away with a flick of her wrist. With a few none too polite words the crowed dispersed and they were alone again, Jess smiled at Matt and said, "Ready to get going again?" This time instead of taking Matt's arm she lead the way outside while eating her potato cakes one handed. In between bites she explained to Matt about they school's social system and the school itself. Over that way is the Art block." Jess waved the hand with the Coke bottle towards the left as they walked past a block of classrooms that were coverd with paint. She looked behind her and noticed that Matt wasn't really paying any attention to the classrooms but to her instead. "What? Do I have something on my face?" Jess reached up with the Coke bottle and felt around her face.[Okay well imma go for now I'll be back in a few hours. Im not really meant to be on the computer so I probs should get off now. I'll come back though.] ((okay and trust me I do the same thing when it comes to being on the computer))Matt chuckled and gently layed his hands on hers and drew them away from her face. "nothing in on your face, nothing at all." he said as he looked into her eyes and smiled. She really was different from the other girls here and he liked that. She was the first one to know what he was and not shoo him away or try to kill him. He then made himself look at the art around him and smiled at how creative they where. Jess walked over to a bin on her left and looked inside a classroom at a clock on the wall, "We should probably start making our way over to the classroom. The bell's about to go." She looked back over to Matt and took his arm with her free hand, "So, while we walk back to class. Tell me about what it's like? I mean being a Demon. Was your childhood different from most?" She opened her bottle of coke and took a gernerous swig. "same childhood but I was smarter then the rest." he said as he looked at her and smiled. "I was taught the same thing just like any other demon child but I understood it better. So one day when my parents thought it would be great to show me how to kill humans properly they took me with them. They took me to a small family and started to kill them slowly to show me how to. I knew right away that it was wrong but I could do nothing to save them. I could only watch since I was a small demon, but after that day i was never the same." he said as he walked with her. Jess stared straight ahead as she listened to Matt talk, she didn't like hearing about the death's of the family. "Hmmm." She looked around at all the other students slowly making their way back to class and looked up just in time for the bell to go. Matt's story made her think of Jason again and she shook her head slowly and closed her eyes,I'm not going to think about him today.She opened her eyes,The last thing I want is to start thinking about my Ex-boyfriend.Jess looked around her again and instead of the happy feeling she had before she suddenly felt a slight hesitation when it came to being friends with Matt,Yes I know he is a good Demon, but...Jess looked up to Matt's face and smiled,Man. What am I goinf to do? Matt looked at her when she closed her eyes and shook her head, "hey, you okay?" he asked her and let his astralian accent come into his voice. he hardly used that accent anymore since he didn't like people know where he was from. But with her it was different, he felt like he could tell her just about everything since she didn't kick him out of here. Jess looked back at Matt quickly, a little embarrased that he had caught her, "Oh yes. I'm fine." She smiled again and stopped. She hadn't realised how quick they had walked, standing at the front of the classroon was their teacher Miss Moon. "Oh hello children." She said as she looked at Jess and Matt. Jess let go of Matt's arm and stepped around the teacher and walked into the classroom and sat down with her friends leaving Matt alone. She felt instantly upset and sorry that she had done that,I hope he doesn't take it too badly. Matt started to head into the class room but stopped mid step as he felt something. It was the darkness of another demon and it didn't feel good. He quickly turned ot the teacher and whispered a few things to her. She nodded as if she was in a daze and she went to go teach class as he ran out of the room. He needed to stop the demon from comming. He needed to protect this place from teh demon and as he ran he let his claws, ears and wings come out. He wanted to be ready when the demon attacked him. Watching Matt run back out the classroom Jess couldn't help but stand up slwoly. Than it hit her, another feeling of Dark Energy, and it wasn't Matt his time, it felt familiar, almost like Jason. Jess stopped dead,I have to get Matt to stop before he finds Jason!Running out of the classroom after him she yelled a quick apology to her teacher as she closed the door. Looking to the left she could see and almost transparent cloud of purple smoke wafting through the halls, above Matt's Energy was a black one, similar but this one was darker and it burnt her nose as she smelled it. Running down the hall she could hear Matt's footsteps further ahead of her. Matt soon found where the darkness was coming form and growled at it. He knew this darkness from everywhere and he hated it. "it has been a while, hasn't it." he said as he glared at Jason. He hated the demon more then anything else and wondered what in gods name a high class demon like himself was here. Jasons family was known for how the deseve people and he hoped that he hadn't done that to this school. Jess burst through the door to the oval and almost ran straight into matt's back. "Jason! What in God's name are you doing here? Do you want me to total you?" Jess walked around Matt and glared at Jason, watching him stand there as if nothing was wrong made her sick, "God, your so pathetic Jason! (are we allowed to swear here? if we arent Jess says the f word here)!" Jess threw up her hands looked away. Matt turned ot Jess and looked at her sternly, "get back into the school and stay there." he said and turned his sight back to Jason. He growled at him and Jason smirked, "so did you rope a loser demon into being you boyfriend or something?" jason asked as he looked at how Matt was making sure he was between them. "oh and I cant just come by to see my favorit girl?" he said and Matt growled even more. "dont you think about getting close to her, I am not going to let you deseve her." he said as he glared at Jason.((yes curseing is allowed but dont to it to much)) [lol okay thank you haha. i wasnt sure, i didnt really want to get int rouble]"No way Matt. You get back." Muttering a few chosen words Jess let loos a small ball of fire that hit Jason square in the chest, "And for your infomation Jason, he's not my boyfriend! Oh! And I'm not your favourite girl." Jess took a step around Matt and walked closer to Jason, "If I remember rightly you got me drunk, scrwed me beat me half to death and than left me." She smiled, "I don't think I'm your favourite anything anymore." Matt growled, Jess had no idea how much worse he could get. Jason laughed and just brushed at his chest where the ball hit. "nice throw and your my favorit since I let you live. I dont do that very offten and I just came back to finish the job." he said and claws shot out of him coming at her. Matt was infront of her in less then a second and blocked her from the claws with his own claws, "when I say get inside I mean it. He could have done a lot worse to you, I should know since this damn guy is my half brother." he yelled to her and then lunged at Jason. He was going to protect her form his brother since he had seen way to many times when his brother does to girls he leaves alive the first time. He usually comes back, beats, rape, and does that over and over again for a whole week and then killes the girl. He didn't want that to happen to jess. "Oh yeah, like I'm going to let you deal with him alone." Jess rolled her eyes, "Not bloody likely." Jess walked over to a tree and broke a branch off, feeling it's weight in her hands she didn't think her Grandmother would have approved of her taking her anger out on Jason when she had told Jess to forget about him,Oh well, she's not here right now. Jason and Matt where grappling in the dirt and where driving there claws into each other. Matt finally got the upper hand and pinned Jason to the ground. Jason growled under Matts weight and tryed to get out, "damn you, get off of me." he yelled at Matt and Matt smirked, "no way, why should I. You never did anything for me so this is pay back." he said as he looked at Jason. He then looked over at Jess, "you better beat your anger out quickly because I need ot get him out of here quickly before other demons come." he said and he had a nice long gash at the side of his face and his clothing was covered in blood from himself and his brother. "With pleasure." Jess smiled as she walked closer to Jason and slammed the branch hard down on his face, hearing an almost silent snap she saw a gush of blood running from his nose, "You bitch! You broke my nose." Jason screamed out as he struggled to touch his face, "Now you know the feeling." Jess laughed and hit him again. Why did her Grandmother tell her not to do this? It was fun. After a while Matt looked at jess and took the branch away, "that is enough." he said and Jason's face was completely covered in blood. He glared at Jess and yelled, "I will get you, you bitch, I will get you and kill you." he said and Matt punched him in the face knocking him out. "no, your not, not when I am around." he said and glared at the bloody face that belonged to his half brother. Jess felt like ahving a very little girl moment, so she stuck her tounge out at Jason's unconcious form lying in the dirt. Steppiung back she instected her dress, it was covered in spots of bloodWhat am I going to tell Grandmother?Looking around she said to Matt, "How about you deal with the body wuickly than we can ditch the restof the day to get cleaned up at my house." She tried not to sound so hopeful but a sliver of it escaped her almost perfect charade. Matt got up and off of his brother. "yeah, that would be the best since I am covered in blood." he said and slung his brother over his shoulder and looked at her. He was covered in blood and some of it even was dripping off of hsi hair. But it made him look mysterious and hot. "be back in a second, I need to go and take him away." he said and his black wings unfolded from his back. They looked gracefull and menacing at the same time and he quickly took off into the sky. Watching Matt fly off made Jess suddenly feel sad, it seemed like she was starting to do what she promosied herself she wouldn't do again,Oh My God! Im falling for a Demon!She shook her head and walked over to a small bench and sat down.What am I doing?Jess mentally slaped herself and looked around, she was glad that there was no one outside with them, they wouldn't hav believed what they had seem for sure. Matt soon came back and landed next to her on the bench. He quickly made his wings dissappear and looked at her. "hey, ready to go?" he asked as he looked at her and smiled. He knew that his feeling for her was different and that he liked her more then others. But she had been hurt so many times by demons that he would try to be nice and not hurt her in anyway. Jess looked up a little surprised. It took her a few seconds to remember what was happening, "Oh yes. Sure." Standing up she lead the way towards the school gates.Wait a minute. What's he going to say when he sees I live in like a mansion?When they came closer to the gates she turned around and looked behind her. Sure she had ditched school before but never with a boy and they never went to her house, not alot of poeple have seem her house, well except for Alex but that was a given. Matt smiled and followed her with his hands in his pocket. He wondered what kind of house she lived in and couldn't really picture her living at a regular house for some odd reason. He didn't mind skipping school since he was with jess and he already knew all he needed to know since he had been there threw most of it and had been taught this over and over again. When she turned around and looked behind her he wondered what she was thinking but didn't ask since she looked like she was deep in thought. Jess turned around and shook herself mentally, "Okay so I don't live to far from the school so we can walk." Jess laughed as she started the short walk towards her house, even though she only lived around the corner every morning she felt like being lazy and took the bus with her friends. Looking behind her she caught Matt staring straight ahad with his hands in his pockets, "So, do you live around here?" Jess tried to start a conversation so that she could try and will the images of Jason in hr head but before Matt could answer her first question she couldn't help but ask, "Um, where did you take Jason?" Matt smiled, "to tell you the truth I live in teh attic of a abandond factory down the road. It is very nice and no one ever bothers me since no one ever things that a friendly demon lives up there." he said as he wlaked with her and liked this little room in the factory. "and I took Jason to south amarica and into a cave. Then I cealed the cave with a huge rock and hopefully he won't wake up for a little while." he said as he looked at her and smiled. Jess sighed, "Okay I ddo fell better now actually haha." Jess looked back at Matt and smiled, turning to the front again her heart sank, sitting in the front driveway of her home was a black marcades (spelling?).Damn it, Mother and Father are home.Changing a course of action she turned and stopped Matt byt putting an arm out to stop him, "Umm, hold on just a moment. Wait here I'll be right back." Turning back to the house she braced herself for what was definatly going to be a disaster. Matt raised his eye brow as she watched her leave. He then leand agens tthe side of the one building and waited for her. he wondered what was wrong and why she asked him to wait here. But he would wait and it wasn't like he had anything better to do. She was the most interesting young ladys he had ment in a long time and he was enjoying her company more and more every second. [sorry this post might have no capitals seeing as in typing one handed and eating chicken with the other lol]Walking in through the door of her house took all of the self control jess had in hernot to turn and run back to school.----------[wow i feel like such a pig eating thus chicken. sorry for bumping in ther. back tp story]----------"ahh jessica dear!" jess's mothers eegant voice rang through the house, "what are you doing home so early?" I thought that you weren't going to be back untill next week?" Jess replied while hugging her Mother(I think you can tell I have fiunished my chicken now haha). Jess's Mother laughed, "Oh no. We had to come back, We missed you." Jess untangled herself from her Mother's hug an walked towards the front door. Over her shoulder she asked, "Are you going to be in the back garden the rest of the day Mother?" A little sliver of hopefullness entering her voice. Her Mother laughed, "Of course! It's a slovely day." Jess opened the door and peered out, she saw Matt leaning against a brick wall and motioned for him to come up. Looking behind her she watched her Mother's retreating back. Matt smiled when he saw Jess give him the signal and made his way over. He walked without making any noice and he smiled at her as he got to he house. "so, is the coast clear?" he whispered to her as he looked at her and smiled. He could sence another female in the house and he had a feeling it was her mother. So he would have to stay on guard just incase and make sure that her mother didn't see him. Jess held up a finger to her mouth, "Hold on a second." She quickly walked over to the other room to the left and peered around the corner. Looking back at Matt she motioned for him to go up the large staircase in the centre of the room. "Go up and than left and it's the third door on the left." Jess motioned for him to be quick and hesitantly shook off her undone T-Barsand picked them up in one hand. Matt nodded and smiled, "okay." he then walked like a shadow up the stairs and to the room. He made no sound what so ever and it was kind of creepy. He then opend the door with the same kind of creepy quiet and walked in. Her room was nice and he quickly found himself laying on her bed as if he had done it a million times. Jess took another glance around the corner and slid across the landing towards the stairs,Okay, a really bad day to wear stockings.Taking the stairs this day was more difficult than usual, so when she reached the last stair she almost ran towards her room. When she reached her door she opened it and quickly closed it behind her and dropped her shoes at her feet. With a sigh she slid down the door and sat on the floor. Matt looked up at jess and saw her sitting on the floor. He jumped up off her bed and walked over to her, wondering if everything was okay. He then kneeled down infront of her and looked at her worryed, "hey, you okay?" he asked and his australian accent came into play. For some odd reason he always felt like he could be himself around her and he didn't have to hide. "if you want I could leave." Jess giggled, "Oh no, you don't have to go." She shook her head and stood up, "It's just that usually when I'm sneaking someone into my house it's not a boy. Usually it's just Alex or some other girl." Jess waved her hand dismissivly and walked past him towards her bed. In the centre was a little crumpled mess and she laughed,Must have layed down for a while.Turning back to Matt she sat down and said, "So, umm. There's a bathroom just through that door where you can shower and whatever," She pointed to a pale door opposite her bed, "I'll go and get you something you can change into, I think my brothers stuf should fit you. If you don't mind wearing other epople's clothes while yours get cleaned." Matt smiled, "dont mind at all and thanks for hte clothing." he said as he made his way over to the bathroom. "and you dont have to worry about your parents finding me, if they get close I will simply dissappear into thin air." he said as he passed her and went into the bathroom. It was nice and he was surprised that Jess wasn't a stuck up snob with the way she lived. Jess smiled at Matt's back and alked back out of her room and walked further down the hall to her older brother's room, "Hmm Tim should have something that Matt can wear." She softly pushed the door open and peered inside, she smiled as she spied her 20 year old brother passed out on his bed with a foot hanging off the side. Tip toeing over to his wardrobe she chose a light blue shirt and a pair of Tim's black jeans and quietly snuck back out of his room and into her own. Walking over to the bathroom door she could here water running and gently layed the clothes on the floor and knocked on the door and sai "There are some clothes outsidethe door for you Matt." Shadows seemed to engulf the clothing and make it dissappear. "thanks." Matt called as she shut off the water and dryed off. He had a few scares here and there but nothing to bad compared to other demons. He then pulled on her brothers clothing and was surprised to find that they fit him very well. After he was completely dressed he came out and smiled at her, "you know your to kind to me." he said and his hair was sitll slightly damp. Jess tilted her head and smiled, "Oh no. I'm just being me. Haha my parents are always telling me to stop being so nice." She rooled her eyes and stretched out on her double bed, while Matt was in the shower Jess had changed into a nice with singlet top and a pair of jean shorts. "It's good to see that the clothes fit well." She gestured towards the top with a simple wave of her hand. Matt nodded, "and thanks again for the clothing." he said and then sat down next to her on the bed. "and I dont thing anyone can stop being to nice, it is just part of who you are." he said and then layed back on her bed, letting his feet dangle off the side. Jess looked good in the outfit she changed into and he couldn't help but look her over. Jess caught Matt looking and blushed slightly, "What?" she instanctivly ran a hand over her stomach and looked down at it, her white top didn't look bad or anything. She shuffled a little unill she was elaning back on her elbows, "So, I'm sorry but I want to know more about you." Her eyes raked over his own body and stopped on his eyes. Matt smiled and looked into her eyes deeply, "what do you want to know about? you can ask me anything." he said as he smiled at her. She was probably the only one who ever wanted to know more about him and he liked that. "Ummm well....." Jess stopped talking and looked up at the ceiling, what did she want to know? It;s not something you think about everyday,Oh yeah, like I'm gonna think aboutquestions to ask a Demon.She turned back to him smiled, "What about like family? You must have siblings? Parents?" She looked around her at the millions of photos stuck on her wall, "Friends? Girlfriends?" She couldn't help but laugh at that one,I must be stoned or something, why am I asking him about Girlfriends? Matt looked at her and smiled, "parents are somewhere in france having fun, they dont care much aobut me since i dont want to kill human. You have already met my brother, he is a pain in the neck and he absolutly will hate me after what i did to him though he already did hate my guts and that is about it for family." he said and then smiled wider when it came to friends, "right now I only have one friend and that is you and I have never had anything close to a girlfriend before. To may girls scream why they find out my secret about being a demon and run for it." he said as he looked at her. "Oh. I coudln't understand why." Jess rolled her eyes and started to laugh, it was easy being herself around Matt, what was it about him?Must be the eyes. Hahaha. It's always the eyes when it comes to guys.Jess laughed at sat up and crossed her legs underneath her, "Okay than, what about other schools? What were they like?" Matt smiled as he remembered all the hundreds of schools he has been too. "well in truth this one has to be the best out of all the hundred I have been to. But the ones in austrailia weren't bad, the ones in europe where okay but I hated the schools Brazil. For some odd reason I just never liked it there." he said as he smiled at her. "and in total I have been over one hundred schools." Jess blinked hared, "Wow, that's alot of schools. Ummm, how old are you anyway? I mean you can't have gone to all those without at least a few lifetimes to do it in." She started to laugh at the thought. Matt smiled at Jess, " in truth I am 180 years old, but that is young compared to other demons." he said as he looked at her. "Uhuh. Well I'm totally lost on other questions now." Jess looked up at the ceiling again and reached up towards a small crack ubove her bed, the air crackled around her as the small crack seemingly fixed itself. Smiling to herself she looked back around her room. She could hear her parents in the garden talking and laughing,Wonder how many drinks Mothers had. Matt chuckled, "well if you think of anything else you want to ask later go ahead." he said as he looked up at the ceiling and remembered all his years of living. He had been in the holocaust, had a few scares from that, been in a few wars but never killed anyone and had seen how the world changed. He heard people laughing and knew it was her parents. "Okay so, Umm. If you don't mind I'll go and check your clothes, they should be finished washing by now and than yeah, we can figure out what to do than." Jess stepped off her bed and walked over to the door and peered outside, "Alice." She whispered down the hall until a short woman came to the door and peered in, "Yes M'Lady?" Jess smiled and peered back down the hall, "You know those clothes I gave you? Are they finished yet? Cause I sorta need them." Jess looked over her shoulder at Matt and smiled. "No M'Lady, I'm sorry they aren't." Jess repressed a sigh and eye roll and closed the door by saying, "Okay tell me when they are." Matt stayed on her bed as hse talked to the girl and pulled out his sketch book. He started to draw to pass the time and he soon ever forgot that he was in someones elses house. He was perfectly content drawing and as he drew he found himself drawing him and Jess dancing together, she was in a beautifull flowing white dress and he was in a suit. Jess turned away fron the door and caught Matt in a trance, his head was beant over his sketch pad. She smiled as she jumpedon the bed next to him and laughed as he dropped his pad. "So, what now?" Matt gently picked up his skept pad and smiled at her, "we can do what ever you want. I am pretty much game for anything." he said as he looked at her. He knew that he wanted to do something with her and he didn't care what it was. As long as he was with her he would be happy. "Hmmm, Umm, have you been in the city for long?" Jess leant forward a little on her hands and tilted her head to the side,Okay I'm not going to flirt, I promise! Matt shook his head, "no, I haven't been here long. IN truth I just got here this morning and I went straight to school." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He then got a idea, "how about if you show me around." he said as he smiled at her and would like to know his way around this city. He hardly got to know a place at all anymore since he always has to be on the move. Yeah sure I'll show you aruond!" Jess jumped off the ebd and walked over to the desk near the window. Pulling a brush through her hair and grabbing a grey cardigan she slipped on her black ballet slippers. "Okay I'll show you the middle of the city first, but we might have to take the bus there though." Matt laughed as he got up and off of the bed. "i dont like busses a lot and I have a better way to travel." he said as he let his wings come out and he smiled at her. Flying was a easyer way to get around and a lot faster. He wanted to take her flying with him since he knew that she would like it. Jess smiled as she wrapped a gold watch around her wirst, it glittered umong the silver bangles, "Okay than." She walked up to him and laughed, "I have to admit I am a tiny little bit scared haha." Matt smiled and took her into his arms. "dont be, your safe with me." he said as he walked over to the one window and opend it. "now hold on." he said and jumped out the window. He threw his wings open and started to flap them as they flew threw the sky. Jess held on for dear life, "Okay now I' m even more scared hahaha." She laughed a little nervously as the streets rushed by undernath her,What would Mother say, me flying.She smiled as she imagined her Mother's tightlipped face staring at her. Matt smiled and held onto her tightly, "dont be, I am here and I wont drop you, Promise." he said as he picked up some speed and flew faster. he knew that other demons would hate him for taking a human out flying but he didn't care about other demons. Jess pointed to a small park undereath them, "Okay drop me down there, we can get to the City from there. It's only a fibe minute walk from there." Jess always liked this park it was where her Mother used to take her when she was a child, before her StepFather and the money started coming and she got snobby. Matt smiled and slowly started to decent to the park. He soon landed in the park and set her down on the ground. "okay, so now that we are here show me around." he said with a smile. He was glad to be out with Jess now, it felt right being around her. "Hmm Okay how about we go this way." Jess pointed down a small gravel path that lead through the park and out into the street. "This way is where the shopping mall is and all those stores like Sanity and all those music stores." Matt nodded as he walked down the path with her. "I see, well I hardly ever have time to shop but now I think that might change." he said as he smiled at her. He was usually on the run but here he wasn't, he had all the time in the world. Jess looked up just as a bird flew overhead, "Yeah well some of the shops are pretty bad haha." She looked back up at him and smiled, "But then there are the ones that the adults don't know about." She grabbed his hand and lead him down a small trail which was overgrown with weeds. Matt laughed, "yeah I have heard about those." he said as he let her drag him to where ever she was taking him. He was just going to let her take him to where ever she wanted since he had asked for her to show her around. Jess looked around her as her and Matt came into another street, her eyes fell on a group of boys and girls and as the turned and looked at her she waved, "Hi guys! Where's Jack?" When they shook their heads she repressed a groan and eye roll and continued down the street. "Okay well Jack is my best friend, well besides Alex of course. He is he one who showed me this place, I thought you should probably meet him to because he can also use Magic."Woah! This is like a new level for me! I've never told anyone about my Magic, not even Alex! Matt nodded, "I see but I am not sure if Jack will like me." he said as he looked at Jess. "as you know anyone who has magic knows about demons and they fear us. They attack my kind with good reason so I am just not sure if he would like to met me." he said as he looked at her. "but I would like to met him." "Oh no it's oikay haha." Jess waved a hand dismissing Mat's last comment, "Sure he hates Demons, but he has a thing for this one Demon girl that used to pass by here all the time. So he sort of knows that there are good ones." She turned to face him and squeezed his hand tight, "And besides when he sees I'm with you he won't really care what you are." Jess laughed at dragged Matt further down the street and cme to a brown door, knocking on it once she heard the lock scrape and Jack appeared at the door looking a little dishevaled, "What? Jessica?" Jess smiled and pushed him to the side and walked in dragging Matt with him, "Yes Jack, who else would it be? Elizabeth? I don't think so." Matt let Jess drag him into the house and as they passed Jack he got a good look at him. Hs name didn't ring any bells but the name Elizabeth did. If that was the demon Jess had told him about he was glad that she hadn't taken a likeing to Jack. Elizabeth was known for liking to let her prey come to her and when she foudn one she liked she would kill him. Jess rolled her eyes again as she watched Jack close the door with a silent snap, "Okay whay do you want Jess?" She smiled and let go of Matt's hand, "I missed you, it's been ages since I last saw you." Jess walked over to him and put her arms around his shoulders. Watching his bewildered expression she started to laugh and couldn't help but say, "Don't worry. Elizabeth can have you. She's a slut anyway." Jess walked back over to a couch in front of a fireplace and looked skeptically at the makshift bed he had made, "Why are you sleeping on the couch?" Jess pointed towards the counch but than caught Matt's look from the corner of her eye and skipped back over to him, "Oh yeah, this is Mathew. He's new. And he's a Demon, like Elizabeth. Just without the slutty tendancies." Matt smirked, "dont get to close to her, she can be very dangerous." he said as he looked at him. He then sat down on the couch and smirked. "she likes to kill people she takes a likeing to." he said as he smiled at both of them. Jess rolled her eyes again, "Oh who does that remind you of?" Jess leaned against the table, "Now how is my favourite girl?" Jess coppied Jason's voice perfectly and watched as Jack tilted his head to the side. "Wait Jason came back? I thought he was in Itlay." Jess stood straight and jumped up onto the table, "No he came back but I borke his nose." Jack walked over to Jess and Matt and sat on a chair next to them, "Yeah well did you give him a punch for me?" Jess shook her head, "Oh no I didn't punch him. I hit him with a branch, ask Matt." She pointed towards Matt and smirked, "I told you I had a good swing." Matt chuckled at the memory, "yes she hit him pretty good with that branch. By the time she was done with him his face was covered in blood." he said as smiled at the thought of his brother all bloody. "it was good for a change to see my brother bloody and defeated instead of the human." he said as he looked at them "Wait he's your brother?" Jack put a protective hand across Jess's shoulders and gave Matt a warry look, "Calm down Jack. He's fine. He's like, oh what's her name? Alexandra." Jess watched as Jack relaxed and lowered his arm. "Don't worry Matt. Alexandra was this chick that used to live here. She didn't go to my school but I knew her through Jack. She was harmless, well in a way that meant she wouldn't kill you after she screwed you." Matt relaxed in the seat and looked at them, "I think I have heard of her but I cant quit remember what I heard, but I do remember the name." he said as he looked at htem. "and yes he is my borther but he hates my guts." he said and chuckled, "right now he is probably waking up and screaming about how he is going to kill me." he said as he remembered where he had placed his brother. "but I won't hurt jess, I mean why would I." he said as he looked at him. Jess smiled and leaped off the table with a light jump. She spun around until she landed on Jack and hugged hinm before saying, "Don;t worry Jack! Matt wouldn't dare hurt me hahaha. I could absolutly total him!" Jack gave her a confused look, 'What in God's name does total mean?" Jess laughed, "It means I would bash him hahaha." Matt was surprised by her words and had no idea what to say. But he also did trust her a lot and he would never hurt her. She had to be the only friend he had and he really liked her. She was beautifull, smart, tough and all around amazing. Jess walked up to Matt and threw her eamrs around him, "Don't worry I won't huirt you Matt. I'll be nice haha." Jess laughed and gave him a small peck on the cheek. "Yes Jack before you ask I do like him." Jess turned towads Jack with a sweet smile, "Say anything about this to anyone and your dead!" She turned back to Matt, "It's nothing against you of course, it's just my parents really wouldn't understand." Matt smirked and wrapped a arm around her waist. "that is completely understandable since I dought your parents would like me." he said as he looked at her and liked the kiss on the cheek. But it was understandable since if her parents where anything like her then they would be able to tell he was a demon and if they weren't they still probably wouldn't like him. He then kissed her cheek and whispered, "and for the record, I like you too." Jess smiled, "Okay so now that we have that all cleared up." She shrugged his arm off hers and walked over to the table and jumjped up and sat on it, "Now what to do if jason comes back. i don't really think he will likle me hitting him again." She caught from the corner of her eye Jack laughing quietly and smiled even bigger. Matt sighed, "when he comes back I will get his attention and get him to follow me out of town. He wont give up a chance to come and give me a beating. But if he doens't follow me he will come after you jess. I will give you my cell phone number so if he comes after you call me." he said as he looked at her and had a feeling that he would ahve to keep a eye on her since Jason would probably go after her or him. Jess smiled and shrugged her shoulders, "If her comes for me I can always hit him with another stick." She laughed as the image of jason popped into her head.I won't let him get close enough to hurt me again. "that is if he doesn't tackle you to the ground first." he said as he looked at her. he would make sure that Jason didn't land a hand on her. He would die before he let his brother lay another hand on her again. Jess looked into the fire and nodded. "Okay well I'm hoping he doesn't get out at all. That would save me alot of trouble and problems." Matt nodded, "yeah if I know my brother he will be back." he said as he relaxed and wondered when his brother was going to come after them. He was either going to come after them right away or was going to make a plan and then come. Either way they only had a few hours or a days before his brother came after them. Jess nodded again and stepped off the table and walked into the kitchen, "All this talking about Jason is making me drpressed." reaching into the freezer in the corner of the room she pulled out a tub of cookies and cream ice-crem and grabbed a sppon from the sink, "Thanks Jack for the ice-cream." She said around a mouthful Matt smield and grabed a spoon himself. "ice cream solves everything." he said as he took a spoonfull and ate some. it tasted really good just like all ice cream did. He couldn't believe how anyone these days could live without it. He then looked at Jess, "I though you where going to show me around town." he said and smiled at her. jess laughed, "I got lazy. I hope you don't mind."[sorry for the short opst i have to go back to class now bye] "not at all" he said and shoved another spoonfull of ice cream into his mouth. He didn't care as long as there was ice cream and jess having fun.((oh, okay)) [Sorry]Jess laughed as she spooened another mouthful into her mouth, "Hey Jack, do you have any other kinds of ice-cream?" She watched jack get up off the chair and walk into the kitchen. "No I don't think i do." She heard the slamming of the freezer door and sighed, "Awwwww, that means we will have to go and buy you some." Matt smiled and nodded, "yeah, I guess so." he said and couldn't wait to get more. He loved ice cream more then any other demon. On the way to get more ice cream he coudl get to know more aobut this town and to see where everything is. Jess smiled and dropped the tub of ice-cream and her spoon on the table, "OKay let's go." She said while clapping her hands. "We'll be back in a bit Jack. I'm hungry." Jess pulled Matt after her towards the door and out into the street, "I'll show you the best place for icecream." Jess walked out of the alley and watched as a group of students from their school walked past in their uniforms,Hmm, school must be done.Jess looked at her watch and nodded, "Yeah, school's out. Didn't realise that we were at Jack's for so long." She laughed and lead the way down the street. Matt smirked, "I could have told you that we had spent a while there." he said as he looked at her. Demons could basicly tell the time of day right away and always knew when night was coming. So that was how they could time there kills and rapes perfectly. "what kind of ice cream should we get?" he asked as he wlaked besides her. Jess watched as Alex walked past them with a sly wink to her and she laughed as her and Matt crossed the road and walked towards the shopping center. "Well you can pick if youlike. What's your favourite?" She gave him a smile and put her hand into his and squeezed tightly. Matt smiled when he felt her take his hand and looked at her, "my favorite kind has to be death by chocolate." he said happly. He loved that Ice cream since it was just pure suger and chocolate and he loved those things. "but what is your favorite kind?" he asked as he looked at her. "Hmm, I don't really have a fovourite hahaha. i just really like ice-cream." Jess looked around until she found the store she was looking for, "Here it is. Come on." Jess pulled Matt after her and into the cool ice-cream store. Looking up and down on the shelves she said, "You pick one."[sorry fot the late reply] ((it is okay))Matt smiled and then picked out regular chocolate. "this will do." he said as he smiled at her. "so what do you like to do for fun?" he asked as he looked at her and smiled. Jess glanced at the chocolate ice-cream in Matt's hand, "Well usually shopping, listening to music." She smiled, "Oh and the usual Demon beat down." She laughed as she went to go pay for the ice-cream. Matt chuckled, "of couse that had to be in there." he said as he looked at her, "and we have one cammon thing, I also like to listen to music." he said as he followed her ot the check out. Jess laughed, "Yeah of course that would be there haha." She handed over some money to the boy behind they counter and turned back to Matt. "So, how about we leave now?" Matt smiled at her, "sounds like a good idea." he said as he started to walk out of there with his ice cream and smiled at her, "so after school waht do you want to do?" he asked her Jess thought for a minute, "Hmm umm. I'm not to sure. What did you want to do?" She kept walking until she reached an intersection and looked down each street thinking of stuff for them to do. Matt smiled, "I was thinking of taking you out to some place special." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He was thinking of taking her to paris or itally since those where two of his favorit places. Jess smiled, "Okay. Where did you have in mind?" Matt smiled at her, "who knows, I haven't decided yet but I am sure that you will like going there." he said since he was still tyring to decied between the two. He then looked at her, "your welcome to try and guess though, but I wont give any hints." he said with a smile. Jess laughed, "I don't think so. I'm no good at guessing!" She smiled at him, "How about you just tell me your ideas?" Matt smiled at her, "well I was thinking of either taking you to paris or itally." he said as he smiled at her. Jess's eyes lit up, "Paris? Wow, my parents go like every year but they never seem to want to take me." She started to get excited and jumped a little while holding onto Matt, 'Okay can we go there?" Matt smiled at her, "sure we can and i know you will love it there." he said as he smiled at her and couldn't wait to take her there. Jess smiled, "Okay, are we going to leave now or later?" "when ever you want" he said as he smiled at her. "Can we leave like now?" Jess looked around her and watched as the people went by, "Are we going to like go hide somewhere?" Matt smiled at her and then wrapped his arms aorund her, "no, I can do it right here." he said and they seemed to shot up into the sky.

Love is messed up ~Palmoun and sweet_serender159~

The Forbidden Desires (closed to a_libertine)

Laying in her bed another night spent alone Elizabeth tried not allowing her thoughts to get to her. Life seemed to just pass her by. She had the things she wanted and needed, she had a job and a home, a car, and all of life’s necessities. There was a few things missing though. A husband or for that matter just a lover, and her sex life. Both things which seemed to be non-existent in her life. The reality of that bothered her deeply. She had no idea how to change it or for that matter where to even begin. Sitting up she looked around her room. She had tried bars and clubs, had even tried the internet a few times. All the encounters she had though seemed to be displeasing to her. No man had ever been able to push her body to an orgasm and porn was getting old. Her thoughts raced as she sat there staring at the walls she seemed to be surrounded by. Shaking her head she got up and went to check her emails. Working for one of the hottest magazine and radio stations emails seemed to always come at all hours. Either for the new restaurant, a new singer on the rise, or the new and hottest bar in town.Pulling up her emails there was one that caught her eye. It was for a singles bar. Opening up the email she was greeted by a picture of a masquerade mask. Becoming curious as to what else laid with in the email she read on. The thought of what the club itself had to offer caused her to grow curious. All the guests at the bar being masked and the workers masked, the men of course topless and the women in corsets. The idea of it sounded amazing, of course she was unsure about how well this bar would do. Shaking her head she read on. The ending line caught her interest even if it was cliché. “Have all of your desires, your fantasies, the things you wont even admit to enjoying come true, come to be enlightened, to love, to fell, and to be pleasured.”Getting up from her desk she shut her computer down and began pacing around her house. First getting a glass of water and then grabbing a bowl of fruit. Sitting on her couch in her silk robe she debated whether or not to go. She was sure the radio station would want her to go as well as the magazine. Shaking her head she sat there and contemplated what to do. She had always been that way, always had to think things through before acting on anything. She had never been one to just jump to a decision and go with it. Finally after about an hour of debating over what she should do she decided to go.Set up: Exotic Night Club themed as a masquerade singles bar.Positions you could fill: The owner, A bartender, A guest, A masked worker, A friend, her boss.... (or if you have any ideas let me know)Basis: Elizabeth is a submissive woman who is not aware of this. Or anything to do with the kink, which is the reason she has been so displeased with her past lovers. Your character may have what ever story you would like to give to them. I would like for them to meet at one point in the bar, and are unaware who the other is as their identities are all hidden. Of course at one point I would for them to find out who the other is, maybe it stirs up a problem, maybe they choose to continue to play. I want the story to build up to the point of him introducing her to the submissive that she is, whether that be by force or how so ever you would like to do this. I am open to almost anything. If you have any further ideas please let me know. How ever it goes is fine whether they hit it off he kid naps her I am open to just about anything. Rory had just come in from the garage where he had been working on a 1975 Monte Carlo. The engine torn apart all possible pieces soaking in solvents to ease the cleaning.A hobby since high school, Rory loved restoring cars and selling them for whatever he could get. Some times he sold them at a loss, usually at a profit. The fact that he could recoup some if not all the expenses of a hobby that allowed him to keep his sanity was merely a bonus. If he lost money on each car he restored, that would be okay. The emotional benefit was worth the price.His day time job paid plenty, a contract attorney for a local bank, he wouldn't get rich he knew, but he would never be poor either. Not a sexy job, but very much like a car engine, a controlled environment, where logic always won the day.The phone rang as he was stripping, looking at the caller ID he answered, "Hey.""What's up boss?" It was his brother's voice, a soft tenor well modulated."Leave Mom out of this, Rick," Rory said evenly."Hey, I wanted to invite you to the club opening on Friday.""Pass, thanks though" Rory said.His voice turning somewhat plaintive, Rick asked, "Why not? If you dress the part none of your of stodgy friends at the bank will even know you are there.""Not my scene and you know it." Rory said."Well, if you change your mind the door man will know to let you in. Masquerade mask and suit."Rory could almost hear the disappointment as Rick rang off. Sighing he showered and went to bed, pondering whether or not he should go to his little brother's new nightclub or not. Elizabeth sat and watched the clock tick slowly by. She could not wait to get out of the stations office and get home and just relax. Almost just as soon the thought seemed to pass her mind her eye caught site of her boss Rick. Smiling she spun around in her chair so she would be facing him."Hello Rick, how can I help you today?"She said to him with a soft smile. They got along, but she knew Rick all to well. He had been with almost half of the city and the other half well they were throwing themselves at him or they were men. Rick smiled one of his I have an idea smiles as he looked at her, his eyes surveying her body."Ah Liz dear.... you know you are one of my favorites....and one of the best we have. Also one of the only singles here. So you see I need you to go to the new club. Forbidden Fruit. After work I will give you one of the stations credit cards and you can go get what ever you need no matter the cost. I do expect you to be there though. Tonight."Liz sat there hearing his words her jaw about hit the floor. It wasn't like she had chosen to remain single, it was well she just didn't have the time and in all honesty she wasn't in the mood to have a man around. Before letting her thoughts take her to far from the present she stood up. Smiling at him she nodded her head."Alright boss. I will be there, however since it is already almost five I am going to need to head out a bit early so I can get ready for tonight."Rick smiled nodding his head and handing her the credit card. His eyes did another sweep of her body as he mumbled a few things to himself. That she was sure had she heard could be considered sexual harassment. Taking the card and grabbing her purse she headed out. She had no idea where to get a masquerade mask or for that matter what to wear. Calling a few of her friends to meet her down town she left the office. A meeting here.A meeting there.The doldrums of the day carried on as they always seem to do. He wasn't sure which pulled more at his brain, the parts of the 75's 350 engine, or his brother's club opening.By the end of the day, Rory had decided to go to the club. But where did one go to get a masquerade mask on short notice? Almost as quickly as Rory became aware that a mask could be an issue, he received an email from the para legal, Helen, that a package had been delivered to his desk.An hour later Rory opened the medium sized box and saw inside a plain black masquerade mask with very little in way of decoration. Leaning back in his chair he laughed and sent a text to his brother, "See u 2night." Liz stood there in the mirror. After hours of shopping and getting prepared she was finally all ready. Looking herself in the eyes themaskhid herself from her. Her eyes scanned down to thenecklace. Pausing she stared at it. It was beautiful. Looking at thedress, well the only dress that her and her friends could agree on she just sighed. Finally there was theshoes and of course the purse. Some shoes she thought to herself. She felt ridiculous, and was seriously questioning why she trusted them to begin with.Shaking the thoughts, her loosely spiral curled hair bounced a little. Ignoring that she headed for the club. Her boss having sent her a driver she got into the back seat of the gorgeous car and headed off. Rory manged to make it home box with mask tucked under one arm. His mind firmly entrenched in the though of getting ready to go out when he made the first mistake.He entered the house via the garage which was filled with the white shell of the '75 Monte Carlo, and the pieces of engine in solvents in bins all around the perimeter.Wistfully he eyed the first bin which held the 'O' rings of the number 1 cylinder and almost dove in, Grand Opening be damned.As he reached the work bench, his cell phone vibrated and in annoyance picked it up. "Don't do it bro," Rick's voice said."What?" Rory's amusement held in check by the annoyance that his brother knew what he was about to do.""What ever that part of an engine you are about to touch, don't. The smell would take hours to get off your skin, and your ticket for tonight has already been purchased."Sighing heavily, "You are worse than a wife."Rick chuckled, and said, "No matter how much you bitch about it, I am not going to let you between my legs."Rory snorted, "Precisely" and hung up on his brother.Striding purposefully he left the garage and prepared himself for the night, a fresh shave, his black tuxedo, patent leather shoes, and mask. Barely glimpsing at himself as he left the house, Rory called a restaurant not far from the club to see if he could get in for dinner. In that it was one of his and Rick's favorites, it wasn't hard convincing them to get him in for a meal for one. Liz sat in the back of the car and she thought her stomach was literally doing flips. She felt like such a fool in what she had on. This was not how she typically dressed. She had never felt the need to show off her body. Granted she liked her body but she was just more comfortable covered then not.The drive failed to help her nerves at all. Arriving at the bar she looked around. A line was already forming. The driver walked over to her door letting her out right in front of the doors. Then he walked her up to was must have been the door man. They had exchanged a few words and next thing she new she was walking through the doors.The bar was amazing she would give it that. She knew she was here for business, but her job wasn't to strict on much. Walking over to the bar she ordered herself a crown and coke to start. Taking a seat she waited for her drink setting the money on the bar already. As her drink was given to her she took it right away taking a drink from the glass. It was probably not the most lady like thing to do, but her stomach was doing flips now and all she wanted to do was to leave. Rory ate dinner alone, the meal having been ready for him on arrival. He looked at the plate of food with a bemused look thinking to himself that perhaps he should try new things every now and again.Unbidden, his brother's voice said, "Like a new woman" in Rory's mind.It had indeed been a while since his last relationship, while not mourning it, it its loss, Rory was in no hurry to replace Lisa. There were aspects of the relationship with Lisa that he had enjoyed, and aspects that boggled his mind, still.Like his reaction the first time he spanked her in bed, or for that matter his reaction whenever he thought of that night. It had opened something in him that Rory had not anticipated, and still didn't know how to deal with entirely.His body moved in auto pilot as he ate, his mind running freely, not concerned at all with the here and now, but with what he saw and felt in his mind and heart.Not much later he walked into the club which Rick had named Forbidden Fruit. An amusing name, Rory thought, and wondered just how paphian Rick intended it to be. The main floor area was dark, as expected smallish dance floor with several nooks and crannies in which one could huddle up for an assignation, or at least the beginnings of one.He had to admit to himself that Rick had designed the place nicely, at least from a male point of view. The waitresses ran the gamut from statuesque to petite, pale to darker than coal; each one of them a beauty.Rory was passing the bar when he had the oddest thought. The woman at the bar, in a most un-lady like manner quaffing her drink, seemed to be hiding, no huddling in on herself. She was huddling.He paused to look at her, raven like ringlets of hair cascaded across her thin shoulders. Her skin looked soft and smooth and was pale, as though she never saw the light of day, perhaps a vampire like some of the people that work in call centers.With out thinking of the possible consequences Rory reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. Soft, well cared for, even through the tackiness of the hair spray that helped it hold the ringlets so perfectly."Wha-!" escaped her throat, a musical sound, or nearly, as she spun around to confront her 'attacker.'His eyes registered her body before locking with her eyes. Ceylon blue, like a sapphire, as rich and far more vibrant stared back at him, a dangerous fire flashing in them. Her body was that of a woman.Full and soft, round gentle curves defined her. Absent was the angular physique of a girl. Before him sat a stunning beauty. It bespoke of fragility and strength, meekness and wantonness. In that moment Rory would not choose if forced to between staring at this creature, or having sex with her. Though he thought the stare option would win out.His breath caught a moment, his thumb still gently rubbing the strands of her hair against the pads of his fore and middle fingers. "My name is Rory, sorry, but I really don't have an explanation for this," he said as he glanced at his fingers and then back to her eyes. Liz sat there staring at him. He was gorgeous, his dark almost black hair, his emerald green eyes. Her eyes continued to take him in. She was in shock, he had a larger build but she was just about positive that it was all muscle. Her mind seemed to go off on its own as she looked at him. Finally after a few moments she looked back up into his eyes.Swallowing hard she looked at him. Tilting her head gently to the side she took a deep breath before she spoke."Do you always just walk up to random women and touch them as if they are yours."In her head she sounded strong when she had thought about what to say. But when the words had come out of her mouth they were gentle and softly spoken. Swallowing again the butterflies set in her stomach.Part of her wanted to get up and walk away, to just leave. But that was not an option and with the outfit that she was in she was just about positive she could not hide away from him. Of course she didn't really want to hide, he was to good to look at, and she enjoyed it a bit to much.Sitting there she bit her lip."Well Rory it's nice to meet you... My name... is Liz."She said to him. Again softer then what she had met it to be. Her thoughts were running wild and her breathing was getting quicker. She was nervous. Her chest falling up and down with every breath she took as she sat there. He was making her nervous and she didn't even know this man.... Something about her manner was seductive, appealing on a level he had never felt before. She breathed out "Do you always just walk up to random women and touch them as if they are yours."and his pulse quickened.The only answer he had happened to be the truth, "Only you."Her chest was rising and falling faster and faster, each breath more shallow than the last. Rory wondered for a moment if she was going to have an orgasm or hyperventilate first. In either case he wanted to see the show.It was in that instant he decided to up the stakes slightly. Pulling ever so slightly on her hair, Liz's face turned just a little upward and Rory leaned forward, his lips grazed against her cheek then ear lobe as he whispered, "Let's go find a place more comfortable, and less exposed for us to talk."Rory didn't pause a moment as he stepped back and offered Liz his hand. Taking his hand she stood up and smiled softly. She would give him the chance to talk to her. That is as far as this would go though she told herself as they began walking. Looking over to him she bit her lip."So what brings you here?"She asked him avoiding the question she had wanted to ask him. Of course asking the thing she wanted to know she knew how it would make her look and in all honesty she did not want that so she kept her thoughts to herself. Waiting for him to reply to her, her thoughts ran wild.The alcohol had little to no affect on her except maybe helping her to calm down a bit. She felt like people were staring at her and knew who she was and it drove her nuts. She never liked attention and in all honesty did not want any attention.Of course her boss seemed to have other plans for her life. Always sending her out to new bars, new restaurants. Almost making her take some of the spot light. Rory could tell she was some what self conscious as they walked across the bar toward a pit section towards the back of the main floor of the bar. "I could hardly pass on an invitation to the grand opening of the hottest new bar in town, now could I?"he asked easily.They sat on the burgundy velveteen cushions that swallowed them up, pressing her leg against his. A waitress swung by and took their order, Amstel Light for him and another crown and coke for her."What about you? What brings you here?" Rory asked.His eyes never strayed from her, drinking her in like a tonic. Her fruity perfume coyly wafting to his nose with each of her little movements."More importantly, why are you here alone?" LizSmiling softly she looked at him."Well I am here because honestly...my boss gave me no other choice. I am sure he is getting a good laugh about this... He seems to enjoy putting me ...Sorry I am rambling.."Liz stopped herself in mid sentence. She tended to do that when she got nervous. He was nice eye candy and she tried her best not to stare. She didn't know why she cared so much what other people thought about her. At the end of the night no one would know who she was or where she had come from.Of course then came the issue that Liz was not the best liar ever. She tended to tell the trust whole heartedly, regardless if people would like it or not. Of course that was why she got her job for the lack of a filter between her head and her mouth. Sitting there she swallowed hard. As the waitress bought their drinks over she smiled softly taking hers as he took his.This time she sipped it. She had, had her drinks to calm herself. Now it was time to at least act like a lady. She was babbling almost incoherently, but she was damned cute as she did so. Her hand seemed to shake slightly as she picked up the glass and seemed to force herself into sipping the liquids in the glass.Rory took advantage of the moment to look her body over, which was exquisite. He leaned against her, a smile on his voice as he asked,"But why are you alone?" LizLiz pulled her head back as she looked at him. He was nice but he was getting to that point where he had crossed the line of strangers to friends, and he surely was not a friend. At least not yet. Looking at him she shrugged."I am here for work...or as Rick likes to put it... broaden my horizons.."Shaking her head she leaned against the arm of the seat looking sideways at him.."And why are you alone."She said in a I'm trying to be cute tone of voice as she sat there sipping her drink some more. "I am alone because between work and my hobby's I haven't felt the over whelming need to have some on in my life lately." Rory said. A brief flash crossed his eyes.He noticed that Liz tensed up as he leaned into her, forcing her to lean away; which was exactly what he didn't want. That realization gave Rory pause. It had been a long time since he wanted someone around. He wasn't sure why he wanted Liz around, but he did.Backing off a little, but not terribly much, he asked, "Okay, what do you do? Why would your job send you to a night club? Or are you the prettiest health inspector in South Carolina?" LizLooking at him Liz laughed softly."Well I work for one of the hottest magazine and radio stations around town. The owner thought by having both instead of just one that the business itself would boom. At first when I got the job I thought he was just a over achiever but working with him for five years now I have learned that he was right."She said to him before taking another sip from her drink then looking back to him she shrugged and smiled simply."So here I am to see what this place is all about. I will have to write column for the magazine, and then if I think this place is worth it I will come back to this club as the radio host and do a live show. One for publicity and two because people are always looking for the next best place to go to meet singles."Liz sat there her thoughts rolling. Smiling softly she leaned back in the seat crossing her legs. The dress rising slowly as she adjusted herself. Looking at him she thought for a few minutes."If you are to busy to have time to have anyone in your life why would you come to a singles bar?" The way her dress clung to her body as she shifted her position, making herself more comfortable made his throat go dry, as his cock substantially hardened. Rory rotated slightly toward her, his cock hiding behind his thigh as he settled into the new position.Rory snorted out a short laugh and joked,"To paraphrase a former Governor of Louisiana, someone has pictures of me with 'live boys and dead girls', and threatened to show them to mother if I didn't come."Rory looked out over the growing crowd and saw that nearly all of the little booths like the one they were in had filled up. The shadows were such that it was impossible to tell who was in any given booth; only the vaguest shadows flitting around revealed that anyone was in them. "I am keeping you from your work then?" He asked. LizLiz shook her head looking at him. A gentle smile gracing her lips."No as my boss says, in order to report the story you have to live it. So I have to be here and enjoy myself.... he also claims that one day he is going to broaden my horizons, what ever the hell that means."She said smiling. Her body seemed to naturally lean into his as they sat there. She honestly did not know why she was becoming comfortable with him. She barely knew him, but something about him made her feel....safe. Rory noticed, hard not too really, when Liz settled in a little closer to him. Her leg pressed against his leg, the heat of her skin threatening to catch the wool do of his slacks on fire. He placed his left hand on top of his thigh, letting his pinky and ring finger rest on the smooth soft skin of her thigh.His heart raced slightly as he wondered if she would notice, and if she did notice if she would have him move his hand."Well, then we should figure out a way to immerse you into the experience then." LizLiz sat there, hearing his words made her chuckle softly."Believe me, sitting here this close to you, who I don't know, is more then enough."She said to him simply. She didn't move his hand. Her leg began to rock back and fourth nervously as she sat there. Licking her lips she looked around. It was getting busy, no one was paying any attention other then to the people they were surrounded by. She liked that, it made her feel more comfortable. Her hand gently brushed up against his as she set her drink down on the table in front of them.She could feel the head radiating from his hand, she could feel herself warming up to him. God she was attracted to him, and she couldn't even see his face. This was pure madness. But maybe that was the point. The rhythm of her leg opening and closing, brushing along his fingers lured him into a state of arousal that was beginning to become hard to hide from her. The table and relative darkness obscured his arousal from the people passing by.Her scent was filling his nose, clouding his thinking reducing him ever so slowly to a primal state of maleness. The underlying need to have her was percolating through him.Slowly he wrapped his hand around her thigh, palm pressing on the top, fingers splaying out on her inner thigh. He gave it a soft squeeze, his breath catching in his chest as he did so.From the pit to their right, the muffled sounds of kissing and moaning reverberated through the cushions, an introduction to passion more felt than heard. LizSitting there she could feel his hand, she could feel every single movement he made in her body. She became acutely aware of him. Licking her lips her eyes danced over his body. Her gaze shrouded with desire and lust. The scents in the room were driving her mad as she sat there. Everything about this place screamed lust and eroticism.Looking up into his eyes she bit her bottom lip softly, as he squeezed her thigh. It sent jolts of heat to her core. Her body wanted him, hell she wanted him. Pushing herself closer to him, she set her hand on top of his and softly pushed him further. She didn't know what had taken over her.The room was filled with desire and he was becoming her aphrodisiac. Looking at him her eyes shaded she licked her lips again as her breathing became ragged. Her chest falling and rising with every single breath she took. Then from the corner of her eye she saw it. Her boss was here and he was watching her.The thought of being watched pushed her even further then she could ever had imagined before. Taking her fingers she trailed them up his hand up his arm. Softly around them back of his neck where she played softly with the ends of his hair as she sat there looking at him. .The music pumping in the background of them, sending out the vibrations of desire into the room. She sat there becoming lost, lost in this place, lost in him, and lost in need. Rory lost himself in the feel of her hand trailing up his arm and around the back of his neck. She was playing with the hair on the back of his neck, her breast pressed against his arm. He turned to her and saw that she was looking out over the dance floor and then back to him.Rory turned toward her, his right hand reaching across her body and clung to her hip squeezing it as his lips lowered to hers. He brushed her lips with his, then his tongue flicked out, teasing her mouth open slightly.A second flick and she opened slightly, his need coursing through his body as he flitted his tongue into her mouth, across her teeth. A moan pulsed through their bodies, his or hers he didn't know as he pressed her back into the velveteen cushion, his mouth clamping over hers.His hands moved of their own accord, one into her hair, holding her in place as he ravished her mouth, the other sliding up her side until it stopped just below her heaving breast. LizFeeling his lips on hers, his hands caressing her body she got lost in him and lost in her desires for him. Her eyes closed as her hand around his neck pressed him closer to her. Her other hand trailing up his arm and over his shoulder pulling him into her.The taste of him was exquisite. Her tongue teased his as they kissed, her body instantly heating up to his. She wanted him, here and now. She didn't know where any of this was coming from. Her fingers entwined into his hair as she bit his bottom lip gently. Opening her eyes to look at him with nothing but desire burning in their depths. He felt her need quivering through her body in time with his own need. His hand trailed up the last couple of inches and hefted her breast. Her turgid nipple pressed into his palm as he squeezed it.His tongue thrust into her mouth exploring it possessively. Their breathing mixed together, their lusts driving each onward. "Give me your panties," he panted out, squeezing her tit again. LizAs he spoke those words they ignited a fire deep within her. God she wanted this, more then what she could describe in words. Her eyes flew open as she looked at him again, before they danced around the room. There he was again, staring and watching her. Did he know it was her? The question haunter her and made her pause before doing anything. Leaning into him she trailed her tongue up his neck as her eyes stayed on the man staring at them... Her boss."We are being watched. By my boss."She whispered softly into his ear. Her breath falling over his skin as she did. Trailing her tongue up his neck she swirled his earlobe before sucking it slowly into her mouth closing her eyes. The room around her faded and all that was left to her was him. God she didn't know what had come over her, but she couldn't stop. Her lips on his neck and then his ear was nearly orgasmic in its own right, then she whispered,"We are being watched. By my boss."Rory didn't care at the moment if all the world watch. Fuck maybe that is what turned her own, it certainly didn't seem to inhibit her at all. He slowly slid the strap of her dress of her shoulder and pulled the material down, freeing her tit. He glanced down looking at it while her tongue was swirling around in his ear. Her nipple was turgid, about the diameter of her pinky and about a quarter of it's length.He wanted to suck on it, take it into his mouth and devour it, but there was no chance he was moving his ear from her mouth."Then let's give him something to watch,"Rory choked out.He took her nipple between his thumb and middle finger and began twisting it lightly. "And take off your panties for me." LizHis words rang in her mind. God she wanted to, her eyes darted around the room, this wasn't a club she told her self this was a damn sex shop. The words made sense in her mind. Leaning back she looked at him her eyes clouded over still. Licking her lips she ran her fingers gently along his face."Now why should I take of my panties.....for you?"She asked him her voice husky and drowned in desire. Sliding her hand across her chest she freed her nipple of his fingers and pulled the straps back up putting the dress back as it was suppose to be. Smiling and licking her lips she stood up. Leaning down to him she trailed her fingers under his chin."Come with me.....please..."She spoke softly to him. Before turning around and heading for the dance floor. Her hips swaying back and forth seductively with every step that she took. The music pulsed around her aging her on all the more. She was on fire and needed a release, and if she stayed in that seat with him any longer she knew what would have happened. She didn't want to give in to it that easy.She saw her Rick from the corners of her eyes watching her again. God this was going to drive her nuts. Her eyes went back to Rory though, he was the one she wanted, she desired, hell she needed. Rory sat there as she walked toward the dance floor and hadn't moved as she looked back at him. He waited a moment until doubt crept across her face and then slid out of the pit and walked to her.She stood on the floor swaying seductively and he walked up and wrapped his arms around her, low on her waist. One hand reached down and cupped her ass, pulling her body tight against his. His own desire evident as she mashed against his hard cock."You'll give them to me because part of you can't stand the thought of not doing it."His voice was rough with desire, his lips fluttering across her ears as he whispered to her."And taking them off now, here, on the dance floor would be the hottest thing you have ever done." LizLiz took a deep breath. The feel of him so close drove her mad. She continued moving her body to the music as he spoke to her. Taking a deep breath as she closed her eyes she spun around placing her back to him. Sliding down his body her hands pulled down her panties as she did. Sliding slowly back up him she trailed her body along his. Spinning back around she placed her hand that held her panties on his chest."There happy now."She said to him. Her tone playful as she spoke. She felt so alive, her body burning with a passion she had never honestly felt before. Rory wrapped his hands around her panties, the wet spot cool to the touch, the heat radiating from it rapidly. The though of her naked body shielded by the thin dress was maddening, and Rory toyed with the idea of taking her there, in the middle of the dance floor.He wasn't much of a dancer and knew it. His best action was close and followed its own rhythm, not the thunderous bass that threatened to shake him into an early ejaculation. But then that would take the edge off his excitement.Reaching out, his hands wrapped around her thin waist and pulled her close. Her tits mashed against him, her pelvis against his cock and she began dancing against him, moving to the beat of the music.Putting her panties in his pant pocket, he reached around and under her white dress, his fingers groping for the folds between her legs. Faster and faster they ground against each other, his middle finger pressing against her hot core.Their lips locked, tongues dueling briefly for dominance, and then Liz folded herself fully into him. His breath caught in his throat as he felt his balls tighten, and he whispered,"If you keep that up, you will make me paint my pants." LizIt was hard to not moan and to not draw any attention to them. Taking on her hands she trailed it down his chest slowly making her way to where his cock was pressing against her. Taking her hand she massaged him lightly as she pushed herself on him even more. Watching his reaction she grinned removing her hand and spinning around. Taking his hands into hers she wrapped them right under her breast. Pressing herself back further against him she tilted her head back."Now I can't go and give you everything in just one night, in all you already have my panties, and what do I have?"She said to him teasingly as they continued their sensual dance. Rory wrangled his right hand free, leaving his left trapped between her breasts, her left breast laying across the top of his arm. Lowering his hand down across the flat plain that was her stomach he stopped at her pelvic mound and pulled her tight against him.Her ass cheeks enveloped his cock and each little movement of her hips massaged him further. His balls primed to fire their load at any additional provocation from Liz.Rotating his right hand slightly, his fingertips surrounded her nub and he began massaging it through the material of her dress, "You have my attention,"he whispered hoarsely into her ear. LizLiz sucked in a sharp breath as he pulled her further against him. Her head now resting on his shoulder as she continued to grind her body against his. Her hips rolling against his as her hands gripped his hips. Licking her lips she bit her bottom one as she continued."Mmm I hardly see that as an equal trade"She said tauntingly to him. Before pushing her hips down and her body out of his reach. Turning around she looked up to him from her position. Rolling her body back up she kissed the zipper of his pants before dragging her chest across his cock and pressing her hips back to his. Hooking one leg on to his hip she continued her tease. Her dress just long enough to cover her ass. Taking his hand she wrapped it around her lower back just above her ass.Letting her arms fall she arched her back, back across his arm giving him full access to her body. Her hips continued to slow sensual tease. Her hands slid up her stomach and across her chest in a sensual tease. Her eyes finally opened she realized at this point they had half of the bars attention now. Biting her bottom lip she closed her eyes once more. Rory wasn't sure any more if his underwear was becoming soaked because of pre-cum, or the copious quim she was spreading across the front of his black trousers. Her pussy was so hot that he could feel the heat through the wool of his slacks, and the cotton boxer's he wore. His kingdom for an equipment malfunction and to have his trousers fall to the floor so he could take her then and there.Reaching down with his free hand, he flipped her dress up over her stomach, exposing her core to him. A roar from the crowd gathering around fell upon his deaf ears as he maneuvered his thumb into place, directly over her turgid nub.Liz gasped and wiggled, trying to get free. Rory's right hand wrapped around her, held her in place while his thumb began rubbing her clit, slowly, then faster and faster. A low moan escaped Liz's lips as her body began shuddering, all thought of escape fleeing her mind as she began grinding against his thumb and cock with renewed vigor. LizLiz was in shock, well that was the first thing. Her body seemed to all but melt to his. Her hips thrusting against him to their own accord as her hands began playing with her breasts. Opening her eyes she saw everyone still watching them as if this were a show.Pulling her body back up to his, she slammed her chest into his. Her leg still wrapped up around his waist. His hand becoming trapped between their bodies. Wrapping her arms around his neck she rested her head on his shoulder. Kissing the base of his neck softly she allowed her breath to coat his skin."Now just what are you doing to me and why?"She breathed out against him. Her dress stuck up between the two of them the back falling and hiding her ass from peering eyes once more. The crowd was getting closer to him and as she noticed she hugged herself even tighter to him."Put your hand around my neck please...."She said to him seductively. It was the only thing she could think of to keep others away from her. Legs and arms wrapped around him, her lips pressing against his neck, her gaping hot pussy pressed against his cock and sliding up and down his cock and thumb. Wiggling his fingers around, he managed to grasp his zipper and thread it down far enough that he could grasp the fly, and rip it open.His cock virtually exploded from his pants, having wormed its way through the fly of his boxers. Her hot wet slash was now in contact with his cock through the ruined remains of the fly of his pants. Freeing his hand from between their bodies, he wrapped it up and aroun her back, the palm resting against her neck."I am going to fuck you. Here. Now. Because you and I both will regret it the rest of our lives if we don't." His hoarse voice echoed between them.He couldn't see her eyes, but he felt her core, heat up just a little more. Rotating his hips, down, forward and up in time with her rotation of up, forward and down, the head of his cock slid along her slit, just past her opening and up between the cheeks of her ass."Grab it, Liz, get me in you,"he croaked out. LizHis words echoed in her mind as she heard them. Any self control she had left almost all but melted away. Contemplating what to do she continued to tease him. Dropping her leg from his hip she had his cock stuck between them as she continued to grind on him. Everyone was still watching them and now it was becoming all to real for her.Tilting her head back she looked up to him."I cant just fuck you... I don't even know you."She said to him before her hands found his cock and placed it back into his pants. Zipping up his zipper she stood there looking at him. Her body still naturally moving to the music as her eyes filled with so many questions. "And you may never know me." Rory said. He stepped past her slowly gyrating body; he felt a hand on his arm, a gentle touch and with a shrug removed it. He left the dance floor, never looking back.Rory pressed through the crowd his balls ached tremendously, part of him deeply disappointed that Liz backed out. LizLiz stood there taking a deep breath as he walked away from her. What could she honestly do. She didn't have it in her to just fuck a man in public that she didn't know. Standing there she watched as her boss began to make his way to her.Before he could get to her she walked through the crowd heading towards the bar. She needed a drink, hell she needed this night to be over. Getting to the bar she ordered herself another crown and coke. She didn't really care what people thought of her now.It took all she had to not sit there and cry when the bar tender handed her, her drink. Taking a long swig from the glass she set it down. The air seemed to swirl around her as she sat there remembering that he had her panties her eyes all but popped out of her head at the realization. Sitting there she spun around to find her boss staring directly down at her.Dropping her jaw she just sat there, shame and regret written across her face. God she prayed he didn't realize it was her, she hoped to the high heavens that he didn't know. As he grinned down to her."Doing your job well I see."Was all he had said to her before he walked away. Twice now this happened to her. The fact that he knew it was her blew her mind. Some costume she thought to herself. Sitting there her thoughts swirled. Tomorrow she would have to go back to work and face what she had done, first though she had to live through tonight.Spinning back to the bar she leaned against it and cradled her head in her hands. She didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to go find Rory god she wanted him so bad, and the other part of her the part that had ruled her life for so many years told her to leave. She just sat there lost. Rory stepped outside into the muggy night air. Summer in Columbia South Carolina was perpetually hot and humid. Tonight no different. He turned the corner and leaned against the wall of the building, slowly getting control of his senses back. His balls ached fiercely, he had never known what blue balls really felt like, but now he did.He knew the step long before anything was said, "Hi" Rory bleated."Damn bro, I thought you were going to fuck her on the dance floor," his younger brother said."I would have, she backed out as I tried to get it in her. Couldn't hold her up and slide my dick in at the same time.""Well, probably save you a trip to the jail and me a fine. But good for business."Rory laughed, and said, "Nah, people will think it was a prank you set up."Laughter met Rory's and his brother said, "Not if they know me. If I had set it up, you would still be in there fucking her brains, and yours, out.""True enough. Well, I am out of here," Rory said."Mad?" his bother asked.Rory snorted, "Wouldn't you be?""You want me to get her number for you?" Rory was asked as he turned to leave."Nope." Rory said flatly. "At the moment all I am interested in is getting off, and a whore will do fine for that."His brother laughed and said, "Well, if she asks for it I will give her yours."Rory stopped and looked at his brother, "Don't. If I am interested, I'll find her. I know where she works after all." LizShaking her head she could not take being at this place any longer. Getting up she made her way out of the bar. Grabbing her purse back from security she stepped outside for the first time. The air hit her hard and caused her to suck her breath in. Her body was so sensitive from the night. Leaning against the brick wall of the building she dropped her head. Looking around she tried to find her ride.As that failed her she shook her head and started walking. What choice did she have now. She was surely not going to ask her boss. Pulling off the mask she headed down the street. Her body going from a fierce fire to a ball of pain.Watching her surroundings she sighed. This was going to take her all night. Walking and walking her thoughts rolled in her mind. She didn't have money on her for a cab as her boss had made it clear that it would be taken care of. But now she had no choice. Stopping and sitting on a bench not to far from the club she sighed. Holding the mask in her hands she looked down at it. What was she thinking doing what she had did to him... any man would have reacted the same way he did... Rory made it to his C-5 convertible and let the top down after firing up the massive V-8 engine. Cars wouldn't, couldn't, let you down. They didn't tease you and leave you hanging. The hum of the engine soothed his nerves, letting out the clutch, he took off, tires squealing in delight at the power unleashed, leaving a patch of rubber where the car once stood.Rory rounded a corner and roared down the street. Not far he saw her sitting on a bench, mask in her hand, face down cast, even from this distance he could tell tears were streaming down her face.He stopped the bright red corvette in front of her and raised himself up slightly."Do you regret your decision?" he asked.A feeble shake of her head accompanied a quiet, "Yes."He looked at her a moment and realized she was incredibly beautiful, then said, "Drop the dress and get in, we can finish at my place." LizLiz looked up to him. He wanted her to do what. Shock washed over her again, and again that little voice came to her mind telling her not to. Not allowing herself to listen to it she slid off her dress and dropped it in the robe. Her face down casted the entire time. Getting into the car she wrapped her arms around herself hiding herself from anyones eyes.She could not believe she was doing this. Yes she wanted him but all of this.... Her mind swam with doubt, and questioned. Tears still trailed down her face as she sat there staring out of the window wondering if she had made the right decision or not. Rory almost screamed "FUCKYA!" when she stood and the dress fluttered to the street. She wrapped her arms around her body, trying to hide herself from him, from anyone that would see them. He reached over and cupped her chin gently turning her to him."Wear the mask, baby. Revel in your beauty, it should shine," he whispered. Each word followed a peck kiss to her face, covering her eyes, cheeks and lips.Sliding the car into gear, Rory roared down the street, the wind blowing their hair a kilter. Whenever possible, he reached for her, to caress her, to par her, to touch and feel her. LizShaking her head she looked at him a gentle smile touching her lips."The mask does not hide anything apparently. People knew who I was...."Her thoughts went back to what she would have to deal with tomorrow, from her boss. Shaking her head she sighed heavily and sat there. His gentle touches arousing her once more her body melting into the seat beneath her. It was the fastest, most direct route Rory had ever taken home. He could feel her body warming up to his touches again, and his cock was straining against the fabric of his pants again. At one red light he unzipped his pants, allowing his hardness freedom again, and by the time he pulled into the drive way, Liz had tentatively wrapped a hand around its base.Once in the garage, Rory hastily put the top up and then vaulted out of the car, and ran around to open the door for Liz. He helped her out of the car, and then pressed her against the closed door, his hands clutching at her ass, as his tongue invaded her mouth.Freeing his pants, Rory allowed them to fall to the garage floor around his ankles. His turgid cock, the head of which purple with need was squashed between their bodies as they kissed.Liz' body molded into his, the heat of her sex roasting his balls slowly. Their bodies ground against one another, their moans caught in their mouths as their hands explored one another. Liz reached around and cupped his ass cheeks pulling him hard against her soft body, and his balls reacted in a pubescent manner, emptying their contents against his and her stomach, coating them both in the white hot fluid. LizShe didn't know where it came from. Maybe it was all the teasing through the night, maybe it was just him. That little voice was now gone from her mind as they were smashed against the car.As she felt the hot fluid caress her body she pulled back from the kiss trailing her lips to his neck. Pushing him back a couple steps she kissed down his chest. Her lips trailing along his hot skin as she did. Licking up his seed from his skin slowly. Her eyes stayed on his the entire time.Finally she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock as one of her hands tentatively began to massage his balls. Her tongue caressed the head of his cock before she took him entirely into her mouth. Tears began to well into her eyes as she could feel him in the back of her throat. Her eyes never wavered from his. Rory couldn't believe it as Liz began kissing down his torso, licking each drop of his seed from him. Then she was kneeling before him, hjr mouth wrapped around his cock and sucking him into her. Her nose hit his stomach as the head of his cock rammed into the back of her throat, his heavy balls resting on her chin."Fucking beautiful" he croaked out as his hands knotted themselves in her long black hair. Slowly, Rory pistoned his hips back and forth, watching the length of his cock slide and back into her mouth.Their eyes never left one another while he fucked her throat, they barely blinked. LizHer eyes watered further as she allowed him to fuck her mouth. Something about the entire act turned her on all the further. Her hands slid up his stomach to his chest. Slowly pulling her mouth away she looked up to him her eyes still filled with so many questions."Do you have some where a bit more comfortable we could go?"She asked him before her lips returned to his cock. She could not stand not touching him, she knew tomorrow good chances were that this was going to come back and bite her in her ass, but for now she would simply enjoy. Rory nodded at her questions and took her hands in his and helped her up. As they entered the house, Rory hit the button to close the garage behind them, and for the first time in a long time, didn't look at the car that was torn apart.Turning in the kitchen, he led her by the hand to the master bedroom which was dominated by a king sized four post bed with heavy velvet curtains around it.Stopping at the side of the bed he drew the curtain back and then guided Liz onto the bed. "Most comfortable place I know," he whispered. LizLiz smiled as she climbed into the bed. Looking at him she hid her doubts away and tried to only focus on experiencing tonight, enjoying it. She had never had a one night stand before but she was sure that she was going to learn what it was like. Sitting there she waited for him licking her lips."Thank you."She spoke softly to him. She looked so vulnerable at that moment. So unsure of herself of where she was, or the situation she found herself in. He wasn't about to let it pass. Stepping up next to her, he reached out and cupped her face, tilting it up toward his.He lowered his face slowly until their mouths met. Tentatively her lips pursed to meet his. Rory flicked his tongue across her lips until her mouth opened slightly, allowing him entrance.The saltiness of his seed slung to her tongue as her caressed it with his tongue.Not breaking the kiss, Rory laid her back on to the bed and scooted in next to her, his body pressed hard against hers. Cupping her breast, Rory brushed his thumb across her turgid nipple, pressing it left and right.Keeping his eye locked with hers, Rory licked her nipple languidly, then blew on it gently. LizAs she felt his tongue caress her nipple her body shuddered as a soft moan erupted from here again. Looking at him she couldn't help it anymore."What will you do with me when your done?"She asked passion and worry filling her eyes. She had no clothes now, no money, all she had was the mask, her purse, and her shoes. Licking her lips her breaths quickened at the suspense and at him teasing and taunting her body with his own. Rory kissed his way back up to her face and rolled on top of her. His body pressing hers down onto the soft mattress, his hard cock pressing against her stomach, the heat of her core, boiling away against his thighs.He looked at her and whispered, "Who says I will ever be done with you?"He saw the shock in her eyes and then the passion flare up in them as well. Rotating his hips, Rory drug the head of his cock along her length for the second time that night. Unlike the first time, his hand wrapped around the base and guided the head to her opening.Pressing ever so slightly, the head met with the resistance of her tight pussy. No virgin, but a pussy that had not seen significant action in a long time. He moaned as he slowly filled her core, his manhood stretching her walls. "I promise, I will not merely cast you aside in the morning." LizHis words calmed her and struck so many new possibilities into her mind. As she felt him fill her a moan erupted from her. Her body quivered with pleasure at his slow assault upon her continued.Wrapping an arm around his neck she pulled him down to her. Kissing him fiercely, her legs this time the both of them wrapped around him as her hips began moving in the same ways they had been at the club, but this time with him inside of her.The thought of doing this in front of all those watching eyes pushed her further. She wondered if he would be willing to go back to the club one day with her and allow her to make it up to him. She so desperately wanted to please him now. Her hips surging forward to meet with his as a moan erupted from their kiss.Letting her head fall back she looked up into his eyes. Her eye filled with passion and submission to him. Rory didn't know what the look in her eye was exactly. It was soft, compliant, willing, and accepting. Heavily saturated by lust.What he did know was the impact on him. His cock reflected the proud swelling of his heart, and became harder, stronger, thicker than he thought it could be. Never before had he felt so much like a man.Hooking his arms under Liz' legs he clutched at her elbows splaying her body wide open, her knees pinned against her shoulders.Rolling forward, onto the balls of his feet, Rory lift himself up off of her, the only contact legs at arms, his hands at her elbows, and his stony staff plunging into her honey pot.Slow long thrusts, powerfully delivered, Rory rose and slammed his cock into Liz, her moans and gasps accompanying the wet sounds of him sluicing through her.Never saying anything, Rory never closed his eyes, keeping them peeled on hers. Liz' body began to quiver in pre orgasmic joy, a tsunami building force with each tremor, with each stroke of his cock.As her orgasm washed over them, Rory's balls exploded, firing his seed deep within her. Slowly he kept pounding his pelvis into hers. Liz' scream of pleasure echoed through the room, turning into a contented whimper as he lowered himself onto her.Kissing her gently, possessively, his tongue exploring her mouth languidly, Rory whispered, "Mine." LizIt had been amazing, she could not have thought of anything better then what he had given her. Her mind was spinning as she laid there beneath him. Hearing the word just barely audible 'mine' she smiled to her self.Looking at him she smiled coyly as they laid there together."Yours huh"She said to him as she looked at him directly into his eyes. She liked that, and although she could not pull herself to say it, her eyes revealed the truth. Rory heard the playful tone, but saw the relief? He lacked a word for the emtion her eyes reflected, but in his core he knew that she was indeed his; whole heartedly. Instinctively he knew that when she submitted her body to him for his pleasure, she gave so much more than just her sex. A great portion of her emotions came with it. "Unless of course, you prefer I throw you back into the pond."His hand caressed her stomach, brushing her lightly, mixing his drying semen with their sweat. A magical ointment an unexpected benefit. LizShaking her head she simply looked at him. She didn't know why but everything felt right, of course she had to wonder how long that would really last. They were both on a high from the sex she was sure, she didn't know what tomorrow would bring for her, but for the first time she was going to enjoy this. The time that she had, the here and the now."So do you have some clothes I can wear.... or you planning on keeping me naked the whole time?"She asked him playfully, of course she was going to need clothes by tomorrow in all she did have to be at the station in the morning, and that should be interesting. She hated thinking about having to explain last night to Rick. God he was going to think she was a whore. Rory looked up and dow the length of Liz' body, and said, "Excellent idea. Keeping you naked, not only would be good for the eyes, but for the heart too, I am sure."He smiled at the shock on her face, and whispered, "But I suppose I could let you dress when you go out in public." His hand trailed along her inner thigh as he whipsered with a smile, "If you are a good girl, that is."Rolling onto his back, Rory pulled Liz next to him so her head could rest in the crook of his shoulder, her breasts pressed against his side. "Do you think your boss enjoyed the show tonight?" LizSucking in her breath as he asked her about her boss she sat up and looked down at him. Shaking her head she began chewing on her bottom lip she sighed."I don't know, the fact that he was there, that he knew that it was me.... I don't know." Shaking her head at that she sighed heavily. Looking down at him she took a deep breath before laying back down next to him, her fingers trailing along his chest as she did. Rory wrapped an arm around Liz and held her tight, his free hand resting on her hand on his chest. Their breathing quickly returned to normal, Rory's eyes fluttered slightly. "Perhaps we should shower before going to sleep," he muttered sleepily. "Care to join me?" LizSmiling up to him Liz nodded her head."I would love to."She said to him before standing up and waiting for him to lead the way. Rory rolled out of the bed and walked to the adjoining bathroom. On the left side, a toilet and double sink vanity, on the right a massive tub taking up most of the right hand wall and on the far side nearest the toilet, was the shower stall.Rory opened the door and cranked open the water spigots, jets of water coming down from two over head shower heads."Hope ya like it hot," was all he said as he stepped in. LizSmiling Liz followed in behind him stepping into the shower. As the water hit her body she sighed into relaxation. Tilting her head back she allowed the water to run down her. Closing her eyes she became lost in it. Forgetting about the troubles she would face tomorrow, forgetting about the horror's of what had taken place. All of her worries just washed away.Setting her hands on the wall under the jet she dropped her head. Pulling her hair over her shoulder and out of the way, she arched her back down and allowed the water to run down her neck and down her back till finally it hit her ass and then fell from her body. Another sigh escaped her as she allowed herself to become completely relaxed. Rory said nothing, leaning against the wall of the shower watching Liz wash the day away, not least of which was the remnants of his first orgasm. Like little jewels water beads rolled down her body, diffracting light in a dazzling display of beauty.As Liz turned to him, Rory wrapped his arms around her and whispered, "When you feel stressed tomorrow, and frightened, think of me, call me if you need to." LizLooking up to him she arched an eye brow."Why are you being so kind to me?"She asked him. She was curious. In all they had only just met and he was doing all of this for her, or attempting to do all of this for her anyways. She didn't know how to process that. In all they had only met hours ago and they had already slept together.Looking at his body as the water ran across his skin her fingers began tracing the paths it created from his shoulders down to his chest. Looking up to him she licked her lips and smiled."But thank you for this though."She said to him softly as she stood there staring up to him, trying to make sense of all of this. "Turn around" Rory said softly as he laid his hands on her shoulders guiding her into the position he wanted. "Now tilt your head back while I shampoo your hair."Pouring an enormous dollop of shampoo in his hand, enough that he could do his hair for a month, Rory began massaging it into her scalp and then down the long raven locks."You already know why I am doing this. You are mine, and we both will be miserable with out the other," Rory whispered into her ear. Rinsing her hair out, Rory washed it a second time shushing her each time she opened her mouth. After the second wash, he loaded it with conditioner then handed her the shampoo."Now wash my hair, and while you do, you get to talk." Taking a deep breath she stepped behind him. Standing on her tip toes she put some shampoo into her hand and began to was his hair. She could not think of anything to say, her thoughts were spinning as she stood there with him. She was not sure what he met by she was his, or how for that matter he could be so certain. Rory bent his knees slightly, giving her better access to his head, waiting for her to say something. He had expected that she would have had questions, but when she didn't he turned and looked at her."Talk to me, I can't know what you are thinking unless you do." Standing there looking at his back she licked her lips."This is all just happening so fast."She said to him quietly as the water sprayed down on them. Rory nodded and wrapped his arms around her pulling her close. He kissed her neck and along her jaw line until he began peppering her mouth with little kisses. "Tell me, has anything ever felt so right?" he asked Looking up to him she smiled softly."No... this does feel right.... but I have to go to work...."She said to him playfully as she returned all of his kisses and then continued to give him some of her own. "mmmmh" Rory moaned as Liz began kissing him back."Good thing we have a long night ahead of us before that."His hand trailed over Liz's body, getting to know each inch of her skin, his eyes hardly ever leaving hers. His lips played across hers as he asked, "What shall I make you for breakfast?" Smiling looking up to him she grinned."mmm surprise me."She said to him as she stood there. Wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed him once more and then pulled back with a big smile of her lips. The swell of her breasts against his chest, the water cascading down both of their bodies, and most of all, that gorgeous smile of hers, warmed Rory to no end. He lowered his head down to hers, taking her mouth with his.His tongue gently, playfully coaxed her lips apart allowing their tongues to dance.His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, her stomach pressing against his hardening member. "Care to go for round 2?" A grin spread across her lips as she heard his words. Her eyes looking down at their joined bodies and then finding his. Taking her time she began kissing his neck and then slowly trailing her lips down his body. Placing her self on her knees in front of him her hands began to massage the insides of his thighs as she laid soft kisses along his hips. Her tongue ever so softly trailed across his member as she went to the other side. Finally her lips found the head of his shaft as she began to gently suck, and massage him with her tongue. Her eyes never leaving his. Rory looked down as Liz took his cock into her mouth and began sucking on it gently. His hands cupped her face, his fingers twining in her hair. As her tongue massaged the underside of his cock, he hardened fully in her mouth."Fuck, baby," Rory moaned as his eyes lost focus in pleasure. Feeling him pulse inside her mouth Liz smiled, well as much as she could with the position she was now in. Pulling her lips back to the head she began sliding up and down quicker then before dragging her tongue along the way. Her eyes stayed focused on him as one of her hands massaged his balls while the other pressed into his hip. Rory felt his knees quiver as Liz tuggee gently at his balls while lavishing his cock with attention. Her eyes never left his eyes while whe bobbed up and down his length.Slowly he lowered himself in the shower until he was sitting, legs splayed out wide.Pulling Liz onto his lap, they rotated their hips until Rory's cock manuevered into position.Grabbing his cock to hold it still, Liz lowered herself on it, a low moan escaping them both."I may never let you leave," Rory whispered as he suckled Liz's breasts. Hearing his words a smile touched her lips. Kissing him passionately she worked her hips against his. The feeling of him deep inside of her drove her mad. She loved it and could not get enough of him. Between kisses moans escaped her."I have to work"She said between breaths. "So you keep saying," Rory murmured.Working one, then the other, of Liz's legs over his shoulder, Rory planted her feet flush against the wall behind him, bending Liz into a "V" shape.Picking her up, Rory lifted Liz until the head of his cock was barely in her. He dropped her onto it again, filling her instantly."You should focus on me and my cock, not work, Liz," he whispered. She couldn't even reply to what he had said. Her body was filled with pleasure and the moans continued to roll out of her getting louder and louder. Looking at him she licked her lips and let her head drop back. He felt amazing inside of her, every time he slid deeper and deeper filling her even more then before. Liz screamed as another orgasm slammed into her. Her body was his she knew she couldn't stop, even if she wanted to there was no way she could pull herself away from him. Over and over Rory raised and dropped her onto his cock, pleasure sweeping through them both. The tile beneath them warmed as the hot water turned their skin pink.Liz's feet were flat against the wall of the shower on either side of his head. Turning his head, Rory began kissing along her calf down toward her ankle. Liz's body was trembling as he continued. She honestly did not know how much more this she could take. Moving well trying to move she got her body so she could look at him."Please cum for me.."She begged him, how she wanted to know she pleased him right now and that he was enjoying this as much as she was. Rory rotated the two of them until he had Liz pinned beneath him. His ass fired into the sky, then clenched as he drove his cock deep and hard into her.Harder and faster, Rory slammed into her, bending Liz almost in two, like a sheet of paper."Don't worry baby," he whispered, "I promise to fill you." Liz's screams filled the room as he continued to pump in and out of her. The feeling of it more then she could handle, more then she could even understand any more. No words would form in her mind, she couldn't think. All she could do was feel, feel him, feel the water, feel the ecstasy of everything that was going on around them right now. Rory saw Liz's eyes glaze over as pleasure suffused her body, her screams filling the shower area completely. Harder and harder, he drove his cock down into her, his hips firing like a piston of a small engine.As his release came, his body tensed, Rory held his cock deep inside Liz as his balls unloaded. His roar of pleasure filled the shower, bouncing around with her screams. As she felt his release her screams and pleasure grew louder and louder enjoying every minute of it. She loved the feeling of him inside of her of knowing that he was releasing him self in side of her. She relished in it. Rory half collapsed against Liz, holding her close as he panted for breath. The hot water pelted each of them as the separated slightly. He bent forward lips seeking hers out, kissing her deeply.Shutting off the water, Rory picked Liz up and carried her back into the bedroom, laynig her on the bed. Crawling in beside her, he cradled her body against his luxuriating in the feel of her skin against his. Liz returned his kiss. Then being carried to the bed she was just over whelmed. IT had been a mind blowing experience and now, now he was going to cuddle with her. Her feelings were growing more and more for him as the time they spent together went on.Laying there she cuddled up right next to him."You amaze me"She said her voice a bit breathless as she did. "You are amazing, Liz," Rory responded. His hands traveled across her body, learning each curve, each crevasse.He felt like he could hold her forever, to lavish his attention on her, to allow her to lavish him with hers. Pushing thoughts of the morning aside, he turned into her, wrapping both arms around her."I don't think I have ever been this comfortable with someone." Liz smiled at his words she couldn't help the blush that happened. With him she figured it would be a natural reaction."Thank you....and I feel the same with you."She said to him softly, just enjoying the moment.She wished they could stay here forever but she knew that eventually they would have to live life as well, just hopefully now together was all. Sleep slowly overcame Rory, Liz still snuggled against his chest. A sleep so sound he hardly knew Liz lay next to him, if not for the sense of warmth that permeated him.Early the next morning Rory woke, finding Liz next to him still, one of her legs and arms draped across his body. He slid out from under Liz, trying not to disturb her, and started a pot of coffee.Once started he returned to the room, watching her sleep as the smell of fresh coffee began to fill the house. Liz had slept peacefully through the night with him. It had been so long since she had a soundless night of sleep, a night where she didn't wake up several times to check the place. For once while she slept she felt safe.Slowly she woke. Not feeling her next to him, she looked around the room instantly. Finding him there she smiled in relief."Well good morning..."She said as she stood up wrapping the sheet around her and going over to him. Kissing his cheek softly as she greeted him. Rory wrapped his arms around Liz, tugging the sheet down, "I like watching your body, don't hide it from me," he whispered as he kissed her gently. His hands trailed along her hips as he asked, "Coffee?" Letting the sheet fall completely to the floor she nodded her head."It wont happen again I promise you.."She told him before kissing him again."I'd love some coffee."She told him to answer his question. She was enjoying this to much, she knew that, she knew it would probably end in her getting hurt, but she couldn't stop herself from continuing on with him. "Good girl," he whispered against her lips as he kissed her back.Taking Liz by the hand he led her into the kitchen and poured them both a cup of coffee, offering her cream and sugar. "I figure I will take you by your place and we both can dress there, then to work."He looked at her, and smiled. "Do you have any plans after work?" Liz smiled looking up to him as she mixed in some cream and some sugar. Taking a sip of her coffee she smiled."Sounds like a plan to me...and well I'm free tonight, as long as my boss does not have me working late."She said to him with a soft laugh."Although I think to get to my place we should at least put something on."She told him her face lighting up with a smile. "Oh?" he asked, "Why is that? We are both attractive who would not enjoy seeing one or both of us naked?"He saw her smile waver slightly then he said, "Ok, I will find you a shirt or something to wear. Wait here."Rory turned and went into the bedroom. He rummaged around in his closet finding a polo shirt with a short tail on it. He dressed quickly in a pair of shorts and tee shirt, grabbing the stuff he would need to dress for work and then went into the kitchen.He handed her the polo shirt, "Here you go" and watched as she shimmied into it. The tail of the shirt barely covered her ass. "Perfect," he whispered. LizLiz could not help but to laugh when he said perfect. That was just to good. Standing there she shook her head at him as she smiled. Kissing him deeply once more she couldn't help herself.She could barely keep her hands off of him. He wasn't lying about the way that he looked that was for sure she told herself. Ending the kiss and taking a few steps away she smiled."We should probably get going?"She told him as she checked the time. She didn't want to seem to clingy with him, but well he was gorgeous and now she knew how he was in bed, so what could she really say. Rory nodded and led Liz to his car after grabbing his clothes to change into at her place. As they walked, his hand cradled her ass, squeezing it with each step. Once they got to the car he unlocked the passenger door and held it open for her.Closing the door he walked around the car and hopped in. They took off and he followed her directions to her apartment, one hand in her lap the entire way with his fingers stroking her from knee to vagina and back again.Her legs opened and closed with his touch, her sex becoming warm as they drove.Arriving at the apartment, he followed her up the stairs, her pert ass just in front of his nose his hand on one of her cheeks. As they entered the apartment, he dropped his stuff and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply."You shower first, I will have plenty of time after to join you." he said. Liz heard his words and knew she should listen but she couldn't help herself. Wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed him deeply and passionately her body hummed with pleasure and desire as she did. Her kiss was fierce and intense as they stood there.One of her hands slid down his chest slowly past his stomach and finally to what she had been searching for. Her fingers softly slid up and down his shaft, hoping this would be enough for him to want to take her right there and right now. Rory was taken aback momentarily as Liz kissed him fiercely, then her hand magically wrapped itself around his cock, stroking him through the material of his shorts.Rory turned her around and pressed her against the door of the apartment, pulling her ass toward him slightly. He rubbed his hard cock along the slit of her pussy and ass, her moisture coating him quickly.He flipped the shirt up over her ass and yanked his shorts down to mid thigh. Grabbing the base of his cock, he pressed the head against her opening, and slid in slowly until he filled her with his manhood.He pulled back, the head sliding to the point just before he plopped out of her and then he rammed it home, rattling the apartment door with the force, grunting, "This"Again he pulled back slowly then fired his hips forward, "Will"His hands gripped her hips as he pushed her forward as he pulled back, then pulling on her as he slammed home, "Give"and again he slammed into her, "something"Then with each stroke of his cock harder than the last, rattling the door in its frame and the wall alike, "TO...Look...Forward...To...Tonight..."He yanked his cock out of her and it glistened with her moisture as he slapped her ass once, "Now obey me, and shower while I rummage through your closets." Every time he thrusted inside of her Liz moans grew louder and louder. When he pulled out she spun and looked at him. This was one of those moments she had to bite her tongue and hard. Nodding she walked off. She didn't trust herself to say anything.Instead of taking a nice hot shower as they had earlier she took a freezing cold one. Her body was tense and covered in goose bumps by the time she got out. She had to get her anticipation and her arousal under control. Wrapping her hair up into a towel she pulled on her bath robe and walked off to find Rory in her room."there all clean, all better."She said to him kindly as she looked at him from her door way. While she was in the shower, Rory went through he closets and found two outfits for her to wear, one for today and one for tomorrow. Each one was an ensemble of blouse and skirt, bra, no panties for one day; panties no bra for the next. Next to them were shoes and jewelry.He saw her standing in the doorway, her skin appeared tight, lacking the pink of a hot shower. Stepping out of his clothes he pulled her over to the foot of the bed and wrapped his arms around her. One arm traced its way up, caressing and cupping a breast, the other plunged between her legs, fingers slipping between her thighs cupping her sex.He ground his cock against her ass gently and when her body began to react to his ministrations, whispered, "Wear what is on the left today, the right tomorrow." Liz sat there with him. The instant his hands touched his body she warmed up to him, her arousal kicking full force in again. She had no idea how she was going to focus at work, if he did not take her now.Dropping her head back against his chest she licked her lips, her breaths quivering."I will do anything you want me to, as long as it is only for you and no one else."She had not met to say all of that to him, but she did and it was nothing but the truth. Her body was his now and she knew that like she knew her name. "mmmmm, that's my girl," he whispered with her cool naked flesh pressed against his torso. "I promise, when I tell you to do something, it will always be for my, or your, benefit."Extricating himself from her grasp, Rory headed to the shower, saying, "Get dressed while I shower and then I will take you to your office."Cranking the water to hot, Rory stepped in and allowed the water to pelt his skin to a pink flush, not too unlike that of a lobster coming from a pot of boiling water.It was as he was surveying her soaps and shampoos, trying to find one that wasn't overly girly in scent, when he realized it was Saturday. He didn't have to work. Choosing the least flowery of her soaps he washed himself then stepped out of the shower. He saw Liz sitting by the second set of clothes watching him come from the bathroom."I just realized it is Saturday and don't have to work. When is your story due?" Liz had put on the outfit he had picked out for her to wear. She didn't know the why, but as he said there was always a reason. Sitting there she waited patiently. She could not believe everything that had happened. She barely knew this man, and she was taking orders from him as if he owned her. She loved it, but then the more realistic side of her brain had a million and one questionsHearing him ask when her story was due pulled her out of her daze. Looking up to him she smiled softly."The rough draft needs to be on his desk on Monday at some point. The final is due on Wednesday. Last time I was told."She said to him in a matter of fact way as she watched him. He was gorgeous that much she could not deny. She loved having him standing here in her apartment looking the way he did. Rory stood and looked at Liz and thought the outfit she put on attractive on her, highlighting her curvaceous body. He nodded as he listened and asked, "So you don't have to go to work today," he asked.He saw her shake her head no and then dropped the towel that he had wrapped around his waist. Her eyes went immediately to his cock. Rory reached out and cupped her face, "Then we have all weekend to get to know each other better." Liz was surprised with the change of events. She was thrilled but still surprised. Of course if they ever made it outside of her place or his was to be seen. Looking up to him she smiled as she sat there."And just where would you like to start.."She said to him as she sat there. She knew where she wanted to start, but was fully aware to let him initiate what ever they were going to do. She learned that much so far. Rory stepped up to Liz and wrapped his hands in her hair gently. He cooed, "Open wide," as his cock bobbed in front of her mouth. He saw Liz lick her lip as her mouth opened slightly.Pressing his hips forward, "Wider, open your mouth as wide as you can," he declared. His hands tightened their grip in her hair, and his hips pressed farther forward, filling her mouth with his cock. Liz did as she was instructed to do. As his cock slid inside of her mouth her tongue massaged along the head and then the sides. Her hands wrapped around his thighs giving her a better position as her head worked slowly back and forth. Sliding his cock inside and almost out of her mouth. Rory's hips fired back and forth, gaining speed as he fucked Liz's mouth. His eyes held hers, as he forced more of his cock into her mouth. Rory could feel Liz's saliva drool down the length of his shaft collecting on his balls. Liz allowed him to push in and pull from her mouth. Sliding one of her hands from his thigh she cupped his balls and began massaging them. Working him as much as she could. Her tongue continued to flick against his cock as he slid in and out of her mouth. She enjoyed this, and it aroused her all the more. She wanted him, hell at this point she needed him, but she knew better then to stop what she was doing now. As he saw her need welling up in her eyes, Rory began ramming himself into her mouth faster and faster. His balls tightened and he felt the need to cum begin welling up inside him forcing his dick to expand slightly.As his orgasm shook his body, Rory crammed his cock to Liz's gag reflex and held her still as he filled her mouth and throat with his seed. "Gaawd Liz, you are such a beautiful little girl," he moaned. As he came deep in her throat Liz did her best to swallow everything that he gave to her. She wanted him more then anything right now. His words made her feel so good about herself as she continued to lick his cock clean. Being as gentle as she could knowing that a man was even more sensitive after the fact. Rory stayed in position as long as possible as Liz cleaned his cock with her mouth, sucking each little drop down. Once she finished he sat on the bed next to her and put his hand on her thigh, just below the hem of her skirt.His hand massaged her thigh as he said, "Pick out some clothes for tonight and tomorrow, for me to choose from. Make them sexy and teasing, I love it when you look good, like you do now."He watched her nod and said, "You will be staying with me for the weekend." Liz simply smiled and got up. This wasn't going to work long if he didn't return the pleasure soon. She was going to go crazy soon. Walking into the walk in closet she looked around. Grabbing a mini black dress, that had a v cut in the front that dipped between her chest to her belly button, with an O ring holding the sides together. The dress itself was silk. Grabbing a few pairs of jeans and some other shirts that she had. She also grabbed a couple more dresses, in case he wanted something with a bit more length to it, although she doubted that.Walking out of the closet she laid the pieces on the bed for him to see. Standing there she looked over to him and smiled."There you go."As he went to inspect the outfits, she grabbed a bag for the weekend, and grabbed a few of her cute and sexy nighties that she had never gotten to wear. Along with a pair of yoga pants and her tank top, so she could still do her daily work out. Walking over to her bathroom she grabbed her tooth brush, hair brush, makeup bag which had all she needed for make up and hair and then her perfume.Going back into her bed room she found Rory and smiled as she set her bag on the floor and waited for his next move. Rory quickly went through the clothes and put some to one side, the ones he wanted left. All of the lingerie except one piece was to be left behind, including the work out clothes.He watched as she came back into the bedroom and eyed her make up bag and shrugged, "You don't need that you know?" indicating the make up/Taking it from her, he tossed it on the pile of stuff to take and then said, "Now, we should do something about breakfast." Liz looked at him a bit confused and a little upset for the first time."Ok why can't I bring my work out clothes... I would like to be able to go for a run in the morning, I usually go every morning before my shower..."She said to him as she stood there. She knew she probably should have left well enough alone, but well she could only shut her mouth for so long, and keep so much to herself."It's not just make up its everything for my hair and what not as well to get ready if we do go out."She said as sweetly as she could to him as she stood there waiting to see what was going to happen to her for questioning him. "Liz," he said patiently, "If you have any extra energy, let me know and I will burn it off of you. Besides, I have a tread mill, you can use it, if need be."He stepped closer, his hands on her hips pulling her against his pelvis, "I promise you will get all the calorie burn you want this weekend." As if to prove the point, his hands gathered her skirt up allowing his fingers to caress her pantiless ass.His stomach rumbled in need and hunger, whether for her or food or both, he wasn't sure. "For now, let's get some breakfast before I pass out." Liz smiled as sweetly as she could and nodded to him. Turning she walked to her kitchen and began looking around for things for breakfast. Having pulled her skirt back into place already."Ok I have stuff for eggs, omelets, hash-browns, pancakes, biscuits and gravy, and bacon, and sausage."She said to him before turning around and finding him there."What will it be?"She asked as she looked up to him waiting to see what he wanted for breakfast. Having spent a lot of time at home, she was a really good cook, and loved to cook, although if he chose to go out instead that would be fine, but she figured it best to offer this first. He looked at her and asked, "I have to pick? How about all of the above?" He laughed gently at the sight of her face as he asked the question. "Seriously, I am starving, and I think we are both going to need a lot of food for the next two days."Rory followed her into the kitchen and found a conspicuous place to lean, and watched her as Liz began pulling stuff out of cabinets. Liz pulled out the eggs, bread for toast, the hash-browns that she had already prepared a day ago, and the sausage. Grabbing a few frying pans she went on about her business cooking the eggs and hash-browns first. Once those were started she pulled a pot out for the gravy and began to make up the gravy, along with another pan for the sausage.Her kitchen was set up like a chef's kitchen and she knew where everything was with out looking. She could do this all blind folded if she had to. Of course due to the size of her kitchen the rest of her place was not as big. Getting everything started she smiled and looked over to him."This should be good for now, if you like we can always go to the grocery store and pick up a few things for your place... Of course I don't know what you have when it comes to seasons and everything so maybe we should go there first."As she talked to him she went on about cooking, adding a few spices to the gravy and the potatoes, never loosing a beat as she did. She should have been a chef but that was a dream that was dead and gone now. He watched her easy grace in and around the kitchen and decided to 'spice' things up himself. Pushing off the counter, he stood behind her, running his hands along the back of her leg, until he cupped her ass cheeks in his hands."Can you cook while being teased," he asked playfully. Liz chuckled as she continued working on the food."Meaning that its all just about done it wont be an issue. Believe I could operate my kitchen blind folded dear."This was one of the few things she was passionate about was her cooking. Her cooking had replaced her love life, there for becoming something she perfected her skill at. Rory laughed gently as he whispered, "We'll see about that."He began kissing the back of her neck, his hands massaging her ass, spreading her lower lips only to smash them back together. Lower and lower he kissed until he got to the small her back.Unzipping the skirt, he let it fall to her ankles, pooling on the floor. His kissed trailed down the crevasse formed by her ass cheeks until he came to her starry opening. Pressing his tongue against it, his hands held her hips in place as he began to tongue fuck her ass. Liz about lost it, but she maintained her cool. She had to especially with cooking on a gas stove. Everything was all the way cooked, so she turned off all the burners and slid the bread into the toaster. While standing up to her tip toes and grabbed two plates and prepared both of their plates un-sure of how much that he would eat.The pleasure tore through her body though and she couldn't stop the moans that escaped her as he continued his ministrations on her body. Rory heard the clinking of plates and began kissing his way back up her spine, pulling the blouse along the way. After a couple of minutes he tossed the blouse on top of the discarded skirt and cupped her tits through the black lacy bra she was wearing.His mouth descended on her shoulder as he ground into her ass cheeks with his hardening cock, pulling her tight against him by her breasts. He kissed and nibbled at her shoulder, fondling her tits firmly. "Let's eat" he whispered, "I am starving. Liz could not help the moan that was mixed in with a chuckle. Everything was prepared and she had no worries. The toast popped, finished perfectly. Turning she looked at him. Her arms wrapped around his neck."Lets eat. before it gets cold."She said with a soft smile, if her weekend continued like this she would be coming home and taking care of herself, because she could not take much more of this. They sat at the table, side by side, and Rory spent as much time looking at the naked beautiful woman before him as he did eating. He could smell her excitement, see the hard nipples. She ground her pussy into the chair subconsciously looking for a release that wasn't soon in coming.He dropped a hand in her lap, his pinky brushign against the lips of her womanhood, "Don't worry, baby, I will fuck you before you explode." He grinned at the shocked look in her face and added, "But not until just before." Liz shook her head and smiled the best she could. Finishing up her food, and waiting for him to finish she took the plates and rinsed them off and placed them inside of the dish washer. Walking back over to the table where he still sat wet rag in hand she wiped it down and tossed it back into the sink."So what's next on the agenda, more of you getting a release and watching me suffer with out."She said to him, she knew that this could be bad, but she was so worked up she really didn't care very much any more. "Well yes," he said with a smile. "By the time we get to giving you pleasure, you are going to be absolutely clawing at my clothes, begging me to give you the release you will have earned by that point."Rory rolled his finger that hand been innocently playing with her labia and inserted it slowly into Liz. Her legs clamped together a moment holding his finger back until he wiggled it inside her cauldron of quim, which began leaking its superheated juice around his finger."You will never feel loneliness again, you will never again feel unattractive, you will never again feel with out purpose. " His eyes held hers as he whispered to her, in fact, "You will feel nothing but my love for you."Her eyes widened a bit and he whispered into her mouth as he kissed her, "But by Monday, I will be the air you breathe." Liz reacted with actions kissing him back. Her body melted in his hands as he toyed with her all the while pulling at her emotions. What was she suppose to do, or for that matter what was she suppose to say. Taking a deep breath to try and steady herself she looked at him. Clueless and speechless. Licking her lips she smiled softly."As long as that road goes both ways then I have nothing to complain about."She said to him softly. She was not trying to be rude, but she also had to protect herself as well. Rory looked down at her and said, "For you to give everything I will want from you, it has to be a two way street."He turned to her and continued, "You will tell me things you never imagined you would share, and in return, I will share things with you, that you never imagined you would learn about a man." Liz listened to him and nodded as he spoke. She wasn't sure what to do at that point, her body felt as if it was on fire the more he toyed with her. She wanted him more now then she had ever wanted anyone before. Biting her bottom lip she sucked in a breath, her body was on edge and the very man in front of her was to blame.Licking her lips she looked up to him as they sat there, she didn't know what was coming next but she hoped it was something, she wasn't ready to be done yet. Worked had finally completely left her mind the more he taunted her body. Rory looked into Liz's eyes as he continued his ministrations to her body, forcing her closer and closer to an orgasm. Each time he thought she was about to fall into the oblivion of orgasmic bliss, he eased off, leaving her dangling on the precipice.He heard her whimper in need and smiled gently. "It is okay, Liz, let the need build, trust me and you will have the most amazing orgasm of your life." She could not help the fact that she was getting irritated. As much as she was enjoying this it was driving her nuts as well. Didn't he know how to ease someone in she wondered. Looking up to him she bit her lip and sighed heavily."I can't no better I wont do this all day... I am not going to walk around like this.... You got to get off, what would you do if I did this to you...."It was clear that she was getting irritated. As much as she was enjoying her time with him, so far everything was open promises that she had not seen proof of as of yet. She just met this man the other night and now he was trying to promise her the world. Sure it sounded great, made her feel nice even, but she knew better, she knew to keep her head checked into reality. Rory cupped her face his eyes near to hers as he whispered, "Feel how your body quivers at my touch? Feel how breath catches when I touch you?"His hands roamed over her body, "I promise, you will cum like you never have before, trust me."He lowered his voice even more, "Give me this day Liz. You will feel like a new woman this time tomorrow. If not, I will leave if that is your wish." Liz looked at him, she didn't know what to say. She knew there was no harm in giving him the chance to prove his words, but her body craved more, she needed more. She had no choice but to go with it. Licking her lips she took a deep breath to try to steady herself. Her heart was beating faster then it ever had before and her body was quivering, she wanted him, she craved and needed him she could not deny that. Nodding her head she smiled softly."Ok. I will give you the day."She said to him, her voice cracking as she spoke the words. She needed his touch, she needed to taste him. She had never in her life felt like this before and now that she did she had no idea how to handle or control the urges and emotions that were radiating from her. Rory stood and pulled Liz up with him and whispered, "Good girl," into her ear as he moved behind her. His hands continued their incessant journeying over her body, the base of his hard cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass, as the head pressed against the small of her back.One hand cupped a breast and rolled a nipple between two fingers as he massaged her firm globe. The other hand delved down between her legs, fingers curving around her mons, his middle finger pressing against her opening."Tell me baby, how badly do you need me right now? What will you do for me to give you release from the fire that burns here?" As he said here, he pushed his finger up to the first joint into Liz and slowly fucked her with it.

The Forbidden Desires (closed to a_libertine)

Wild Magic, Wild Spirits [ Private Simatar and Prozehn]

The man was born an abomination between a vampire and a being of which is said to be extinct. Though the only two who know about what the man is himself and his mother, but when the man's father found out about the fact that his wife was one of these beings, he killed her. The man still suffers from this, and because of his father's act he broke away. Pursuing his own path in life. He later discovered the magic that was within him and he developed it, keeping it a secret from everyone. One day he knew it would help he to get revenge on his father and over-throw the tyrant. But until that day comes, he's happy to spend his time in the forest...training, preparing. A young woman, the bastard daughter of a Duke, was born into less than the finest of lives. However, she was content to live in her small home near the forest. She often plaid there, talking with the animals, but when she found she had a rare spark for the magical arts she was frightened. And so she ran away from everything she knew to try and protect her family and her beloved animal friends. So out she set in search of a teacher to show her the way to control her speradic and wild magic. And of course, as fate would have it... These two strangers, whose courses in life were as different as night and day, and yet were kindred would inevitably cross paths. Name: Darrius L. Prozehn Age: Wouldn't you like to know. (Looks about 20) Gender: Male Appearence: He stands at seven feet in height. A boomerang shaped scar crosses across his forehead, left brow, eye, and cheek. How he prefers to dress. A man was sitting at the base of a tree. A few animals were gathered around the man. A squirrel was on his shoulder, a fawn lay beside him, and a fox was sitting in his lap. All seemed to be peaceful, just sitting in a small clearing, with the sun shining on them through the gaps the leaves left. All were still, as if sleeping, but the man wasn't sleeping. He was in deep meditation, relaxing his mind and pulling up his powers. Reviving each chakhra point, starting at the base of his being and going to the top of his head. Then the man wrapped a small bubble of air around him, creating a shield, protecting himself and the animals around him. The man's eyes then opened and he looked around. Off in the distance he had heard something. He didn't quite know what it was, so he sent out a bit of his power, sensing, though the power came back at him. "Hmm....," could the other person have magical abilities too? He closed his eyes again, faking sleep. Hopefully, when whatever it was came closer, he would be able to tell what they were exactly.((I hope this works for a good start. Oh, and the shield of air can't be seen by normal means.)) Name: Ilisa Saril Mazzah Age: 19 Gender: Female Appearence: Tall (6ft ) and slender, long brown that shimmers gold, red and copper and extends to her midback. Violet eyes that can go completely white, full lips and very defined facial features. Semi fair skined.Ilisa walked angrily through the strange forest. She was used to the forest scenery, but this wasn't her forest. Her forest lay miles behind her now, along with everything else she knew. To anyone who looked on, she would merely appear as a ragged lanky boy, dressed in thick wool trousers, a white cotton shirt and a thick over coat of sheep skin, topped off with a floppy brimmed hat which sheilded her eyes and held her long brown hair up. A far cry from her normal appearence of long cotton dress or her silken gowns. Even though she was a bastard child, she lived well with her mother.... or at least she had lived well with her mother. She tripped over a rock and fell to her knees, only barely managing to catch herself before her face smashed into the hard earth. "Bloody Hell!" she protested, moving to sit instead of crouch. She brushed her hands off on her rough wool trousers then inspected them more closely. There were little scraps and nicks in the heels and her right had had a laseration across the palm. Digging a little awkwardly in her bag with her left hand, she was right handed, she found a pouch of healing herbs. She took a few and crunched them into paste and smeared them on her hand then wrapped a clothe around it. The wound would heal in a few hours with the herbs she knew. She'd studied with the wise woman of her village, and learned the secrets of many plants. But the wise woman couldn't help her now. Standing, Ilisa tried to surpress the tears that begged to pour forth out of her like a waterfall of pain. I'm really alone now... Its up to me to find the path. Speaking of which.... "Where in all the world is the path?!" she shouted. Then she turned and continued on, stomping a little now from her anger at being hurt and at letting herself indulge in self-pity, if only for a moment. Coming around a tree Ilisa froze. There was a man under a tree. Though as she looked, she saw his eyes were closed. Dropping down into a crouch, she cautiously moved forward through the tall grass, as she neared she noted his slow even breathing. He was asleep she thought, relieved. Then she raised an eyebrow, there were animals gathered around him... Shy ones too. They seemed to think he was safe... but those safe with animals were rarely safe with humans, or so she thought. As she watched him, her skin began to prickle uncomfortably, so she began to back away slowly. The man would never know of her or her inspection of him when he woke from his midday nap.[[I like it. hehe, hope mine isn't too long... I have a tendincy to really... erm, run on. lol I have troble keeping things short in the other RP I manage/play in...]] All the man could sense was anger and frustration from the other being, at first anyway. Then as the person got closer, he could smell blood, though it was diluted with a salve of some sort. He wasn't familiar with that particular combination of herbs, but he knew it's purpose, to heal the wound quickly and to keep out infection. Either way, he didn't like the smell of the salve, so he evened out his breathing a little more, so he wouldn't have to smell it as much. As the girl came to the edge of the clearing and stopped, the fox lifted up it's head and looked at her. The fox saw what looked like a male, but it didn't smell like on. On the person's skin was the faint smell of perfume and soap, the being smelled pretty. A thing that male creatures rarely smelled like. The fox then looked up at the man who's lap he was in. The fox communicated his findings to the man through a telepathic link that the two shared. The man's head then dropped down a little bit, telling the fox that he had heard, and also giving the man an excuse on why he would wake up all of a sudden. That way she wouldn't get too suspicious of the whole man and his animals thing. When his head fell a little lower it snapped back up. Slowly the man's eyes opened and he moved to stretch, the animals moving away from him a little. He then looked at the creatures around him and smiled a little, petting each one, then he turned and looked right at her. He laughed a little to himself, she was trying to get away from him with out him knowing. Sneaky girl. "Excuse me, but are you trying to sneak up on me or are you trying to run away?" his voice held a light bit of a humorous tone to it, though underneath of it was power. The voice itself was quiet though if it could have a texture, that texture would be of velvet. The man then wrapped his arms around the fox and stood up to his feet. "Don't be afraid, I don't bite," though in his mind he said, 'often'. "What are you doing out in these wood all alone?" The man sensed power in her, strong power, but it was untamed and wild. She had probably just come to her power, if that was the case, she could be very dangerous.((*Cries*, only 5 more lines and I would have matched yours.)) Frightened, she jumped to her feet. Turning she made a move to run, but she tripped again this time over her own feet. She hit the ground, and an intense cold washed over her. An explosion of light burst forth from her body, searing the grass, the earth everything. Ilisa seemed to see it all happen in slow motion, she tried with all her might to pull it back. Not to lit the fire get out... burn everything. It stopped, and as quickly as it appeared it was gone. Leaving behind a perfect, black circle of chared earth with Ilisa in the very center. She tried to push herself up, but she was weak from trying to stop the fire. She instead rolled over to look up at the man, he was alright. She'd stopped the fire... Thank god! "I'm so... sorry." she breathed. Her eyes rolled up into head and she passed out. Ilisa stood on the edge of a cliff, a river flowed far below her. Then something caught her eye. She turned. A spralling forest lay before her now. But as she stared, tendrils of ice seemed to extend from her. A beautiful white stag approached her. "NO! STAY BACK!" she screamed but as it raised it's head ice snake up from the ground to encase it in a frozen coffin. Then the ice snaked out over the ground to kill the rest of the forest. She fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. "no.. no..." she whispered as she tremble. Her eyes snapped back open, and she sat up. She wasn't sure how long she had been out, and her vision was blurry she tried to focus her eyes as she looked around for the man she'd seen. [[Nah nah nah :P , oh and I changed my eyecolor. lol It bugged me all day...]][*Sobs* its sooo short T-T I thought it was longer before I submitted it! sigh oh well, better luck next time I guess] ((At least this way, I'll be able to reply faster.))The man watched silently as she moved to run. He went to move towards her as she tripped and started to fall, but he stopped, he felt her power start to surge. the man put some more power into his barrier as he stood and watched the fire come from her, charring the land around her. Making a rather large char spot in the ground of the forest. The man shook his head a little as he watched her pull her magic back in. He knew that the way she did it was the way of someone unexperienced, and because she didn't do it properly, it drained a lot more from her than letting the magic do it's work would have. Quietly he walked up to her, watching as she rolled over. A stern look was on his face as she apologized, though the look was there because of worry. "It's fine," he said quietly as she passed out. "The poor thing," he said quietly. "Ferdinand, you're free to go and do what you want, I have some business to attend to with her." The fox that had trotted up to the man's side nodded, then it turned and ran off into the forest, going to pester some fae that lived nearby. Foxes and fae seemed to have some sort of weird vendetta against each other. The man gently picked up her warm body, it was warm because of the blood that still flowed through it and because of the fire that had just come out of it. The man then started to head to the place that he claimed as his own. It was a medium sized cabin that lay in the middle of the forest. It was shielded and protected from anything that would harm it or the people inside. Quietly he went in and laid her on the bed. He then went off to the kitchen to cook some food for her when she awoke. When she did come to, a tray of food was sitting on the inn table by the bed, there was a variety on the plate, because the man didn't know what she liked to eat. The man himself had taken up residence in the corner of the room, sitting in a wooden chair. His eyes were closed, but he had been watching her as she slept. Making sure that her emotions wouldn't ignite her powers and destroy his shields. His eyes opened when her's did. "Welcome to my home," he said quietly. [[lol, ah yes thats true. And by the by I'm thinking that she's sensitive to magics and thats why her skin starts freaking out around him. Plus I'm dying for the chance to have her say something with it. XD anyways, sorry about takingDAYSto responde... just been a hecktic few days.]]Looking around she saw she was in some sort of cabin and that she had been placed in a bed, she sat up and tossed her legs over the edge of the bed. Then she realized that the man had spoken to her. She looked for the source of the voice and saw him sitting in the corner. "You shouldn't have brought me here..." she said trying to stand up but found that her head still spun from her little 'our burst'. She sat back down and rubbed her temples. "Who are you? And why did you bring me here?" she demanded looking at him with sparkling eyes purple eyes that seemed to shoot dangers of anger. Instead of the fear that she really felt, she didn't want to hurt him, or this lovely home. Realizing that her hand was itching horribly she removed the bandage and shoved it into her bag which she saw on the end of the bed. She then took out a small cloth frlom her pocket and noticing the food and pitcher of water on the inntable she dipped it in the cool liquid and wiped off her hand. She herself didn't much enjoy the scent of healing herbs. All the while she glanced constantly at the man, she wasn't about to drop her gaurd around this stranger who felt entitled to taking her to a strange place without her permission and was obviously a fool to bring a potential bonfire into his wood home. Idiot...she thought as she wiped the last of the smelly medicine from her palm. Then she felt the same feeling from when she first got close to the man. A prickling across her skin. She didn't understand what would cause this. At first she had thought it was only her imagination but then as it persisted she jumped to her feet. Her head still spun but she could manage. "Listen I'm sorry to have caused you trouble but I can't stay, thank for your help and bringing me into you home but I must be going." She said and slung her bag over a shoulder. Twitching slightly she started for the door, the prickling was getting unbareable. "Goodbye, thank you, goodbye." she said over a shoulder. [[sigh.... and it all died...]] ((I figured as much, and that usually does happen to some people. I forget....there was a series of books that I read once that had the same occurrence. Your description of it in your post made me think about it.))The man watched her quietly as she took in her surroundings. He didn't want to move much because he didn't want to alert her in anyway. He knew that her abilities would respond to her emotions, and if she felt threatened, well then...their abilities could clash and it would be a wonder if she could survive an encounter like that. "I'm well aware of that," he said quietly at her words. "Why bring a fire hazard to a wood house? Well, you're safer here than out there." He was about ready to get up to catch her when she stood up. It was too soon for her to be moving around too much. "Well, to answer your question, I'm Prozehn, Darrius Prozehn. I've been living in these woods for a while. And I brought you here, because leaving you outside in the woods, when night was approaching, wasn't a good idea. There are a few predatory animals out there, that come out at night," he explained. He saw the anger in her eyes, as she looked at him, but he also knew what she was really feeling. He could sense it from her as much as he could hear it in her heart beat. He moved his position as he saw her move and start to fix her hand. His new sitting arrangement was one that looked sort of carefree, but it was actually really easy to get up and start moving it the need be. And he had a feeling that he would need to get up very quickly. She didn't like being in this house with a man she didn't know, understandable. Though...if the man was going to hurt her, wouldn't he have already done it? He figured that wasn't the reason for her urgency, but what was it then? The man rose to his feet as well when she jumped up, though he stayed by the chair. "It wasn't any trouble, but you aren't going anywhere. You're of more harm to yourself and others with those powers that you have. If you don't learn to control them, they could tear you and everything around you apart." He watched her walk by as he said this. He then lightly reached out and grabbed a hold of her arm. "I won't harm you, let me help." She looked at him through narrowed eyes. "What makes you so sure?" she tried to jerk free of his hold, her skin itched horribly where he touched her and she didn't know why. But as she looked into those fierce eyes and realized he must have been someone of power... Immense power, as she thought this her skin eased slightly though not entirely. "I've almost killed a half a dozen people, what makes you so certain that you would not suffer the same fate? I barely managed to keep the flames from eating you..." she trailed off, her purple eyes turning near white with her pain and distress. "Besides, for all I know you could... I dunno eat young wo-- Erg." she had been about to say women but she was still dressed as a boy... though she figured he'd probably realized her gender while she was asleep. Either feeling the ... differences in her from a male, or having taken a gander while she was out. Probably the latter as well as the former... Men... what... animals... She somehow felt very vulnerable and very ill at ease here. She looked to the door... So close yet so far... Sighing loudly. She looked at him and asked "So what are you anyway? You don't... Feel like most people..." Illisa didn't know if it would work, but maybe if he thought he had won she could get a chance to flee. The man's grip stayed the same as she tried to pull away from him. He had no need to adjust his grip, he knew that even if she did get away from him, the door would be locked in a way that she was sure to never get out. Prozehn then noticed the discomfort his touch was causing her, and he withdrew some of his power a little. He knew that if her fire came up again, he would be fine, though he left a little bit of a barrier up encase she had other types of magic as well. The man's face didn't change as she explained that she had caused others harm. "I'm not worried about fire or any sort of magic that you can use. I've been around it enough to know that I can counter just about anything that you can throw at me. And believe me, the flames wouldn't have bother me, though they would have burnt my clothing and Ferdinand, and I couldn't have that." At her words he wanted to laugh a little, but he held it back, not letting it even show on his face. He knew that she was female, but he figured that out by the tone of her voice and when he picked her up to bring her here. Nothing more than that. "Young women?" he finished for her. "Believe me, if I wanted to eat you in any way, shape, or form, I would have had ample enough time to do it. And you would have woken up in the process of it anyway. His grip stayed constant on her arm as she asked. "What am I? Well, I can't tell you exactly what I am, for I don't even know, but I can tell you one thing. I have vampiric blood running through my veins." He was honest and he knew her reaction to this wouldn't be too pleasant. [[Sigh... I'm really getting sick of typing out this kind of mood, too many of my characters and stories have people in this state lol.]]She steadied herself as she stood before him. No wonder I can't get out of his grasp. She thought with annoyance. "Vampire huh?" She said though it wasn't really a question. "So you want a standing meal in your house..." she said coolly. "Well I can garintee I'll taste sour, if I have to eat a mountain of lemons or drink a sea of garlic I'll cause you discomfort in anyway I can." As she stared into his eyes she felt them almost draw her in and drown her, she shook her head and sighed. "So what do you intend to do with me?" she asked, almost sounding complansent about the situation. He had to let his gaurd down sometime, after all even the dead slept. ((Sorry, I didn't mean to put her into that mood. Though I love what she says about the lemons and garlic. ^^)) The man's eyes narrowed a little. One, he didn't like her tone of voice, and two, he didn't like what she said. She automatically clumped him in with all of the others of his kind. Then the mask formed over his features, hiding his emotions. "Well, you can feel free to do such a thing, though there's much better food for you than that. I don't want you and I don't see you as food. I see you as a young woman who is more of a tomboy. And this woman has magical abilities that she can't control." He then lessened his grip on her wrist. the pulse that was beating under his hand was messing around with his composure. "I want to teach you to control your magic, so you don't start a forest fire, or kill other people who you would rather protect." [[hehe, thank you. Its what I would do if I were in the custody of a vamp, make myself as unappealing as I possibly could as far as a meal went.... Though with my luck it would turn out that garlic is actually a turn on or something and so I'd get eaten faster XP lol]]Ilisa lowered her gaze. He was right about at least part of that... she had magical abilities she couldn't control. Though the tomboy part was... only partially true, but for the time being it suited her that he thought that. She was stronger that way, less... vulnerable if he thought she wasn't really feminen. Dropping her bag to the floor she sighed. "You try to rape me and I promise I'll take every last ounce of your masculinity." She said, in her own way admitting defeat. "Teach me control..." She didn't really believe he could do it, so her words came out as more of a challenge than request. "My name is Ilisa... Ilisa Mazzah." she stated, he might as well have something to address her by. ((Hehehe yeah, I suppose so. I would have about the same luck as well. ^^ Oh, and I love the line about taking away his masculinity. I cracked up laughing and I just about ended up crying because of it. Those sort of shots are always funny, well...as long as they aren't happening to you directly.))The man laughed slightly at this, though he knew she meant it. Though he knew, that if he did try to do such a thing, that there would be nothing she could do against him. But the man wasn't that sort of guy, he never took any enjoyment in those things, so she truly had nothing to worry about. "I understand, though I won't do any such thing." He let a slight smile form on his features as she accepted him to teach her and as she offered her name. Prozehn then released the wrist that he had been holding. "Our first meeting wasn't all that great, I suppose, though it's nice to meet you, Ilisa." He then backed up from her a little, to give her some space, he knew that most people weren't comfortable being within close proximity to a...'monster'. "Before we start working with energy, you should probably get something to eat. Working on empty his much harder than working when you're full." She raised an eyebrow at his offer of food. She was hungry, but she didn't exactly trust anything he'd prepare. "You're right, we didn't meet under the best of cercomstances." nor have things improved much now... she thought. "So what do you expect me to call you? Because 'master' is not going to work." she said folding her arms over her chest. Noticing that he backed away from her she almost snorted, he thought he was giving her space, well until he was out of sight it wasn't going to matter. A few feet or a few inches it didn't matter, she felt pinned in no matter the distance. "I don't bite, well, its never fatal at least." she said in wryly. He bowed his head slightly at her tone. He hadn't meant to upset her from the start of things, but he had anyway. The man was truly sorry about that. "I figured you wouldn't call me master, not unless you said it with sarcasm. You can call me Prozehn, or Darrius, whichever you prefer." He moved some of his long black hair out of his face, putting it behind his ears. He then laughed a little at her words. "Hehehe, well, that makes me feel a little better." The man's voice was musical when he laughed, and it was truly a beautiful thing to hear. "Though hopefully, I won't give you any reason to bite me." He then started to move into the kitchen area, he started to get out some cooking utensils as he asked, "What would you like to eat, since the other stuff that I made you is cold?" Ilisa looked at him and thought a moment. "I'll try to refrain from it if you do give me a reason." she said flatly, then as she watched him move she noticed that he was actually rather attractive. Sighing she pushed the thought out of her mind and went to lean against the doorway of the kitchen. "What do you think I would like?" she asked looking around still. [uhg, I promise it will get longer in the next post, but for the moment my brain just... died. sorry...]] ((That's fine, my mind tends to die too. OH, and baklava, is a Greek pastry that is made of phi lo dough, pecans, and some other ingredients. It's really yummy. ^^))"Right, though hopefully I don't ever give you a reason." He put some pots on the counter, before he took out a piece of black ribbon to put up his hair. After all, he didn't need his long hair getting into her food. "He looked at her as she asked that question. "Well, truthfully, I don't know what you like. I can make you anything from Ramen to steak to baklava. Whatever you want." She shrugged. "I don't care..." Which was true, she was going to have to disect whatever he put on a plate infront of her anyway, didn't make much of a difference what it was. Looking about she wondered momentarily and somehow her mouth voiced without her stopping it. "Are you married?" She instantly regretted the question, it showed interest in him and his status which she had neither. Though to take it back would imply she was covering that interest. Nice, real nice Ilisa... she told herself and then turned away to investigate the curtains, then the view of the window. "You know, its not wise to take someone you don't know into your home." She said casually. "For all you know I could be a carrier of the plague, or I might cut things off while you sleep." she said trying to make him uneasy. ((Very, very nice post. I'm going to have to get off after I reply to this and Summer's roleplay. I have a paper that I have to get done.))He nodded slightly, and he moved to get out some ingredients and things that he could cook with. Though he didn't eat normal food himself, he knew how to cook for others. After all, Ferdinand could be a very picky fox when he wanted to be. He laughed to himself at the thought of his little fox poking his food and turning his back on it. "I'll make a country breakfast then. Do you like white, or wheat bread?" he asked as he pulled out some eggs and bacon and some other things. He then set about making her food. The man would have normally not answered that question, but he did this time. "No," he said quietly, "I've never been married. That doesn't mean I've never loved, just that I've never married." He figured that was all she needed to know about that. Prozehn then laughed at her next words. "Well, I'm a partial undead, so I don't need to worry about plague, and I rarely sleep, so I don't need to worry about you...cutting things in the night." He then turned from the pans for a moment, facing her. "I didn't know you were that adamant about touching me," he said with laughter in his voice. Telling her that he was just picking on her. [[hehe thank you!]]"alright, whatever you want to do... Darrius." She said his name, allowing her dislike of him and everything about this situation to show in her tone. Then at his response she nodded. He didn't seem like the type to marry, not that she was either. She was opinionated and somewhat taught, a combination most men thought a horrible stain on a woman's list of attributes. Turning back to face the cabin she sighed and went to sit on the bed once more. "Do you eat food or just blood?" she asked still trying to figure him out. She'd only heard the vaguest descriptions of the undead, and they never included walking in daylight, so she wanted to understand him better, get an idea of what kind of opponent she was facing/. ((No problem. ^^))The man shook his head and pulled out some white bread that he had made a few days ago. He then set about making the food. As it was cooking, he walked over to a different cupboard and took out a plate and a glass to put her food on and so he could also get her a drink. The man hadn't appreciated her tone, but he figured that that was how it was going to be, at least for a while. She'd get use to the situation eventually. Prozehn just hoped that eventually would be soon. Having one's own opinion was important to the man, it showed individuality and it made the person more interesting to be around, but that was his opinion. "Just blood," he replied in a neutral tone, not letting her know that that fact bothered him. "When we're younger, we can sometimes eat like normal people, though the older we get the more that changes. If I was to eat normal food, now, I'd get sick." It was the honest truth, and he hated it. She nodded and then heard a rumble in her stomach as the scent of the food hit her nose. Not wanting to admit or have him hear her involintary admitance of hunger, she wrapped her arms around her belly and sighed. "After this, then what?" She asked brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. Her hair often times liked to get in her way, she tied it back and up with a cord she produced from a pocket, without her hat to hold it up and away from her face it was going to make a menace of itself. Then she pulled her legs up and crossed them under herself. "And it appeares you don't sleep in a coffin... Though with being a DayWalker I can see how that would be useless. When you do sleep, do you look dead? Or if you sleep too long, do you get rigormortis?" Her anger had almost entirely abated now and was replaced with a sort of facination with the situation and even her captor, or... Teacher... Strange, she'd never had a teacher who knew she was a woman. Though she doubted he would believe she was female after all this was done, she had no intention of going light or easy on this 'training' if he did help her with it. No one can help you... not even one as powerful as he... you are lost.... forever... A voice in her mind whispered... It was her Aunt's. Or the memory if it at least, her aunt had thought she was a monster.... A creature that should be put down instead of allowed free. That's was another reason why she'd run away. A cage was no place a woman like Ilisa could live, even if he could hold her and keep those around her safe. She'd die without the skies, without the air... She was a spirit meant to roam, to see, to live... And if she was a mage... perhaps she'd even end up immortal... Though that was only a myth, as far as she had ever known. A small, almost unnoticeable, smile came to the man's as he heard the slight rumble of the girl's stomach. So she was hungry, like he thought she would be. Good, then that made this even more important. Working with one's power took energy, and the only way to get energy was by eating and sleeping. It wasn't a good thing to do energy work if you didn't have much energy to begin with, there was only one exception to this rule, and that would come later. "After this," he said quietly as he poured some juice into a cup and moved to hand it to her, "we'll get to work. I'm going to start a little slow, so I can see what you are capable of, then we'll pick up the pace. I'm not a lenient teacher in any way, so you'll have to get use to it." He was far from lenient, and a lot of people would have advised her to abandon his training, but the few who had completed it, would have said otherwise. Though he was a hard and strict teacher, he was only like that because he knew what his student's potential was, and he wanted to see them achieve that greatness. Once she had taken the cup from him, he moved back over to where he was cooking. He grabbed a few different seasonings and added them to the food, not bothering to measure them. The man laughed a little at her words. "Just because I don't sleep in a coffin, doesn't mean I don't have one. We all need one, though it's for different purposes." no one could find his because of where he stored it, so he was fine with her knowing this information. "I don't get rigormortis if I sleep too long, because I don't sleep to begin with." Slight pain shone in the man's eyes as he said these things. "When I was younger I was able to sleep, but even then it wasn't for very long, an hour tops. I've never been able to figure out the reason why, though I'm guessing it's because of the Namekian DNA that I picked up in my travels." He then shrugged as he turned off the heat and started to put her food onto a plate. He knew that she would learn about the Nameks and all of the other people's that he had run into, probably first hand. Prozehn then moved over and placed the plate in front of her on the table. "I hope you like it." ((Yes, the Nameks are from DBZ. That will be explained later. Disclaimer: Nameks and Dragon Ball Z are copywrited by Akira Toriama and Funamation.)) [[Heh... Well they'll be new to me... I've never even heard the term in passing... *lives in sheltered hole* heh...]]She nodded her understanding and after accepting the glass drank greedily. It tasted good and fresh. Then at his answer to her strange question she had to surpress the urge to smile. This was not a time to smile, she told herself firmly. You still don't trust him... Not that you have or probably ever will, any reason to. When he placed the plate in front of her, she all but died from the sheer smell of it. It was delicious both in scent and appearance. Carefully she lifted her fork and dug in cautiously. Once the first bite hit her tongue she realized just how hungry she had been and with a great deal of effort continued to eat in an almost disinterested manner, slowly raising each bite and chewing it a few times before swallowing it. "Allright, sounds just dandy..." Her tone was unenthusiastic, but she was actually eager to find out just what it was that this man could teach her if anything. For all she knew he could have spiked the food and be doing nothing more than blowing a lot of smoke. Yet, as she conintued to eat she detected no feeling of being drugged, just wonderful food. Finally she finished and set her fork down and finished off the last of her drink. "Shall we?" she asked and stood then for no real reason blurted. "Do you use a spell for your appearance?" Maybe the food was drugged.... With truth syrum? Ilisa wondered. ((Oh, alright. Well, you'll be learning with your character then. Yay! ^^)) The man could sense her want to smile, though she held it back. If she wanted to try to hide things from him, that was fine, though she wouldn't succeed. He could feel emotions just like he could touch and feel physical things, it was a gift that came with what he was. Though he would allow her the delusions for now. Not to mention, that right now her mind was an open book. After her lesson today, however, she should be able to protect her mind from normal prying, and if she practiced it, she may be able to block him out completely. Prozehn then went and cleaned up the dishes that he had used to make her meal, and when he looked back at her, he saw her eating it normally. Good, so she knew it wasn't drugged. Why drug a person, when you could read them clear as day? The vampire wasn't that kind of person anyway, he saw no point in using poisons when he had other very good means of causing death or discomfort. The man then walked back over and sat across from her at the table watching her eat. He knitted his fingers together and placed his elbows on the table. He then rested his head on his knitted fingers, looking somewhat like a beautiful statue. The vampire then watched her get to her feet and then ask something she probably wouldn't have normally. He responded by laughing a little and sitting back in his chair. She had believed she was drugged, so her mind acted like it. What fun! "Sorry, no, I just naturally look like this. I can change my form, however, I just prefer not to do it unless I have to." He unknitted his fingers and got to his feet, stretching slightly as he did so. [[I suppose so XD]]She raised a single brow at his response and then folded her arms over her chest. "So no ugly dripping monster under that pleasent face of yours?" Pleasant was an understatement, he was exceedingly handsome, not that she would admit it freely. Though it didn't endear him any that he was attractive, it just made it easy to look at him. Ilisa wondered not for the first time, why it was that he would take a novice of magic, and a dangerous one such as herself, under his wing to train. Yet, for the moment she would simply accept it and let the question float in the back of her mind as a detail she could work out of him later. Then a sound caught her attention and she darted a glance to the window, unfamiliar with the wildlife of this particular forest her senses instictively went on high alert. Her muscles tensing in preparation to take flight or fight. "Did you hear something?" She asked in a casual tone. A slight smile was still on his face as she said that, and mirth was still in his voice as he replied, "Nope, 'fraid not." Now if she ever got a look at his back, that would be a different story. His back was riddled with scars of all sizes, severities, and other whatnot, though he wouldn't ever talk about this. It was rare to see him without his coat, much less a shirt, so the likeliness of her seeing that was slim to none. Which that was just fine with him. He then moved around the table and stood near her. The reason he had decided to teach her was simple. She had a strong power, and he would rather have that power on his side than on anyone elses. Also, it was dangerous for someone with that kind of power to not know how to use it. Or if she got taught by someone who would use that power for darker things, well then, the world would be a worse place than it already was. He then shook his head and looked at the window that she was looking at. The man then closed his eyes for a second sensing what was out there. "I hear him," the vampire said quietly as he opened his eyes. "He sensed you're energy from before, and he's curious about it. Nothing to worry about, he can't get inside this house." [[sorry for not responding, personal problems have kinda kept me from being able to do much on here.... really sorry.]]Instictively her hand had run to a dagger concealed at her back, but she didn't pull it out yet. If anything else strange happened she would draw it without hestitation. Her hand fell at his unflustered tone. "Whose he?" She stepped back fromt he window, accidently bumping Prozehn, Ilisa's head jerked to see it was only him and then stood to one side. "And does this mean we stay in here to for this energy what not?" She seemed almost disinterested in the mystery outside the window now, her arms folded over her chest and her expression bored. He'd soon find Ilisa was probably one of the biggest pains in the ass he could have taken on for training.

Wild Magic, Wild Spirits [ Private Simatar and Prozehn]

Roaring Seas (seekeroftruth22 & Mac84)

"FIRE!"( Command rang out through the mammoth ship. All at once the very air shattered as the thunderous sounds of Massive 16" Guns erupted over the salty seas of the Pacific Ocean. The Ship rocked from the firing as 2,700lb Projectiles were sent screaming across the horizon. Capable of Hitting Targets 20 miles away. Many eyes watched. To see if the the shells would hit and end the duel with their adversary. "NEAR, NEAR, HIT!" the Executive Officer called out. Reporting the results from the firing of the Main gun from one of the ships three main Turrets. In the distance thick black smoke could be seen billowing. At 887ft long the Iowa Class battleship, U.S.S. Wisconsin, was one of the largest warships the United States Navy ever set to sea, and for the past 20 minutes it was in a shooting match with its adversary. A Kongo Class battleship of the Imperial Japanese Navy.U.S.S. Wisconsin:( was Mid-1944 and the United States has found itself embroiled in a war with the Island nation of Japan across the Pacific for three years. On the bridge, the Captain of the Wisconsin watched through Binoculars at the still tiny silhouette on the horizon. Captain James MacTaggert's features were cold as he stared at his enemy. At 5'11" tall. He was still in remarkable shape for someone about to celebrate his 43 birthday. His Slightly muscular body was framed well in his Khaki Uniform. Though it was hidden now under the heavy Flak vest and steel helmet he wore to protect from debris, and shrapnel should any of the enemy shells hit. His dark brown hair was combed back under his helmet with some hints of distinguishing grey starting to appear. His deep Hazel eyes scanned the enemy vessel as his square jaw tightened.Kongo Class Fast Battleship:( the Binoculars, James saw the winking along the sides of the ship. A visible sign that they just fired their smaller 14" main guns. "Incoming!" A bridge officer yelled as the distinct shrill whistle of the shells could be heard screaming through the air. Several of the crew men ducking as the Shells landed to either side of the mighty Wisconsin. Sending up tall plumes of seawater. James growled a bit. So far his ship had been very lucky in this duel. They had yet to sustain any direct hits, but some came dangerously close. "Dammit, I want that bastard sent to the bottom!" He Barked to His XO (Executive Officer). "Prepare to fire again!" He commanded. However, as the men were continuing their routine to prep the 16s on the Wisconsin. Something strange occurred. A very dense fog seemed to roll in from nowhere. "The Hell!?" James cursed as he pulled his glasses down quickly. The quickness and the thickness of the fog was such that it had many man simply standing at their stations.The most disconcerting about it all was the fact of how eerily quiet it gotten. It was an oppressive silence that seemed to hang over the entire ship as the crew members looked around. Funny, looking at the ship one could clearly see from Bow to stern and the Tips of the Towers, yet the moment you look outward. it was like someone has wrapped the ship in a thick cotton sheet. Looking overboard you couldn't see the ocean just a few feet below. The only thing to confirm there was water was the gentle lapping of waves. As if the ship was merely standing still. However, the ship was nearly going flank speed!"Sir, we completely lost sight of the Jap ship." The report came in, but James wasn't really caring on that. If they can't see the enemy. It is a safe bet the japs can't see them either. James shed the Flak Vest and Steel helmet simply cause it was too bulky and uncomfortable to wear. "Get me a bearing." He stated as he brushed his fingers through his dark brown hair and put his peak cap back on. "Aye-Aye, Captain." came the response. However what was going to come back had James a bit worried. The Navigator reported that the Campus was going haywire. That it was simply spinning wildly. "What does it mean, Captain?" The Helmsman called from the Pilot house. "Nothing. Damn thing breaks all the time." He responded. The problem was that those types of Compasses didn't break. However, he couldn't show any uncertainty in front of the crew.Just because they couldn't see the enemy, didn't mean that they weren't still out there. The Crew peered into the snowy white void. Searching for any signs of the Japanese ship. Many hoping that it used the opportunity to turn tail and run for it. James's eyes continued to scan outside the bridge. However, he couldn't see anything beyond the the ship. Soon, a dark shape began to appear. "Contact! Port bow...10 o'clock. Estimated range....1000 yards!" The Look out called out. Everyone turned in the direction of the Contact. There was supposed to be absolutely no other ships in the area aside from the Japanese Fast battleship ship so James drew the logical conclusion. "Battlestations!" He bellowed. the Warning Klaxon's whooped as the men leaped back to their stations. James stared at the amorphous shape. It was similar to the Kongo class, but something was off about it. However, James didn't have time to ponder it as the risk to his ship was took great.Best picture I could find to illustrate:( massive guns of the Battleship sang out, along with its smaller armaments. Very quickly, whatever the mass was, it was reduced to a smoldering wreckage, and disappeared. Something about it, stuck in James's throat. He swallowed hard before he ordered Stand down from battle stations. "Reduce speed to 1/3" He finished. stretching his shoulders. No sooner than the order was given when a loud "Crack" was heard, and the ship shuttered a bit. At 45,000 tons that was not an easy thing to do. "ALL STOP!" James shouted. With that Impact the Fog seemingly lifted in an Instant. As if someone had pulled a blanket from atop the ship. Suddenly it was Daylight and clear skies. Instantly Lookouts were searching for the Japanese battleship as Others rushed to the bow to check for damage and to see what they hit. "God, don't let it be a sand bar or something." James groaned as he began to rub his temples to shoo away a developing headache. "Sir, No sign of the Jap ship." Came the report from the lookout's nest. "Very good. Perhaps we sunk her after all."From the bow of the ship, men peered over and scanned the scene. Wood and debris floated everywhere. It was obvious they hit something and it sank already. Now it was just to see if there were any survivors. "LOOK, THERE!" One Sailor pointed to a a form that was clinging to a large chunk of wood. "Quick, Lower the launch!" The call went out as one of the long boats was lowered over the side of the ship. Coming along side, the sailors got a closer look. "What is it?". "I don't know,". The comments were passed back and forth as others looked for damage to the ship's bow. princess Ember was fleeing as fast as her ship she could carry her, the crew of her ship were her most loyal subjects and guards there were only 5 people on her ship just to keep her escape from being made known but still her enemy had found her. one of the overlords ships had been chasing her for days now but luckly both ships had equal speeds so her ship had not been caught yet but it was only a matter of time at this point and she had given up hope of getting away and she knew that every moment that passed brought her closer to being enslaved and used as a toy for the overlord and his men, the thought of what would happen to her when she was caught made her stomach turn.on the fith day of the chase the overlord ship had started firing its cannons at her ship and had burned a whole in one of the sails and the enemy ship was gaining quickly when suddenly out of nowhere another shipp appeared and it fired huge cannons at the overlords ship and almost instantly destroyed it, Ember and her crew stared in awe as this new ship had desimated there enemy with ease. when they notice they were going to be hit it was to late to move out of the way, just like the overlord ship theirs were turned into spinters in moments.when the ship blew appart Ember was luckly able to grab hold of a piece of the railing and she clung to it for dear life, she hear people on the ship yelling and soon a smaller boat was lowered next to her. she raised her head and looked at the strange being from the ship and she got a little scared they didn't have wings, tails or even ears. Ember did her best to curl her wings around her to protect herself from these strange things"who are you?"she managed to say as she tried to swim away from them but because of thw wreck she knew she wouldnt get far with out drowning, then she thought maybe these things could take her home hell they had destroyed the overlords ship like it was a toy.with that in mind she climbed into the beings boat and went as far from them as she possible could in the small confines of the small boat."I would like to request a meeting with your leader please."she wrapped her wings and her tail around her leaving only her head exposed, she was trying not to shake but her fear of these unknown being was overpowering her senses "Status Report, Commander." Captain MacTaggert asked as he looked out over the bow of his ship and could just see the launch. "Sir, It would appear we hit a small sailing vessel. We have crews looking for survivors. So far it doesn't look like the Ship's bow suffered any damage." Commander Harding stated evenly. "Very good. Any news from navigation?" James asked. "Some sir, the Compass stopped spinning like a top, but they are having a hard time orientating themselves." Harding stated. James removed his peak cap and wiped his brow. "I see. At least there is no sign of enemy warships." he admitted. "Yes Sir." Harding replied.At the Launch the sailors were dumbfounded by what they found. At first glance, one would say it was a woman, but quickly one noticed the differences. Tail, wings, horns. It was like someone has taken two ideas and smashed them together. It was when she spoke that they were able speak themselves. A young seaman who was near the launch's bow became the voice for the tiny ship. "We're sailors on board the U.S.S. Wisconsin." He stated as he pulled up a life preserver to toss to her. However, he stopped when she started to swim away. He was confused till he considered that she was possibly afraid of him/them. So he took a couple steps away until she started swimming towards them again.They sailors helped this young "Woman" Into the boat and gave her the space she needed. A couple coming up with heavy towels, and while not throwing them at her. Lobbed them to her to wrap up in so they didn't intrude into her space. "I don't think that is going to be a problem, Ma'am. I'm sure the Captain is going to want with you as well." The sailor stated. Finding her form rather...interesting. "But First, we'll have to get you down to Sickbay to have you checked out" He stated. The Launch circled around the bow to search for any more survivors, but found none before they returned to the hoist that will pull the ship back up to the deck.As the Launch was secured, The sailors hopped down and stood clear so the Young woman could climb out. The Main deck of the Battleship was actually made of wood. this helped to keep weight down. The Superstructure of the ship towered over the group. On catwalks, and service ledges other Sailors looked down at what was scooped out of the water. It would seem that no matter where you looked, the surface of the ship was bristling with weapons. Clearing showing that this vessel had no other purpose than for War.(~bzee1a/USS_NJ/DBZ_5689.jpg)"Please follow us." The sailor stated as he started walking towards a large Steel door. With in the ship, the corridors were fairly narrow as space was always a premium on board a ship. Even more so on board a warship. Inside, there were sounds of heavy machinery, men's voices calling and shouting as they worked. While the group of sailors didn't push nor come too close to the female. It was obvious that they weren't going to let her wander off on her own. They escorted her deep within the vessel to a large brightly lit room. "Hello, what can I do for you?" A elder gentleman stated. His grey hair combed back and a bushy mustache upon his upper lip. He gave off a warm, and friendly vibe. "Doctor, we retrieved this woman from the water, and need you to look her over. I have sent word for the Captain as well." The sailor stated. The Doctor came over to the woman, but kept his distance as he noticed the others have as well. "Hello, I am Doctor Carlos Santiago. I am the Doctor on board the Wisconsin." He said to the woman. "Please, have a seat upon the table and we'll look you over for bruises and injuries." He stated as he walked over to his desk to gather his instruments.On the Bridge, James was just receiving word of the survivor, and that she wants to see him. "I see, so this woman is Sick bay?" He asked. "Ok, I'll be right down." James stated as he hung up the handset. "Mr. Harding, it would appear we have a guest. I'm going down to Sickbay, you have the bridge." James stated as he adjusted his uniform, and cap. "Very good, Sir." Harding stated as he watch James step off the bridge of the ship and make his way down. It would take James about 10 minutes of navigating the labyrinthine interior of ship before he reached the medical center. As he approached, he saw a group of sailors hanging around outside the med center. "Ahem." James stated as if to clear his throat. When the sailors looked up they came to ridged attention, and saluted. James returned the salute before giving them all a stern stare. "I am sure there is something you lot can find to do. If not, I am sure I can find something." he stated. That was enough. The Sailors quickly made themselves scarce. James let out an amused sigh as he entered through the water tight door."Hello Carlos, I hear we have a guest on board." James stated as he removed his cap. However, he quickly stopped when he saw the Woman. James was quick to regain his composure in front of her. "Hello. I am Captain James MacTaggert of the United States Naval Battleship, U.S.S. Wisconsin." He said with a warm, and welcoming tone. "And you are?" He asked. princess Ember was thankful when the wierd beings gave her some cloth to dry off with, even with her dragons blood the water was cold, the things gave her room and even told her that they were sailors on this ship which they called the oddest name for a ship "the U.S.S. Wisconsin" the men told her that there leader,who they refered to as their captain like the sailors she knew did. then they told her she would have to go to a place called sick bay.Ember let the things out first and then gently hopped out of the slamm boat and used her wings to glid to the ground before wrapping them around her again, she noticed that unlike her ship this one was made completely of metal and was packed full of weapons, she didn't know what half these weapons did but it was clear they were weapons it was no wonder the overlords ship nd even hers never stood a chance, it would take a fleet of ships with the biggest cannons they had to take this ship down.one of the sailors politley asked her to follow them and seeing how many of them there were she knew she had no choice but to follow were ever they lead her. inside the ship it was very loud she was suprised she had not heard it coming from a hundred miles away, as she walked she covered her ears to block out some of the noise. the men never came to close to her but at the same time they made it clear where she was supost to go, soon enought they came to a brightly lit room and in the room was anther person who introduced himself as Doctor Carlos Santiago and told her to take a seat so he could look at her injures.taking a seat on the cold table Ember pulled her feet to her chest and kept her wings wrapped around her so he could only see her head, when he asked if she wouls allow him to see to her she shook her head and shooted further away from him. she knew her fear was irrational but she couldn't help it she was on a forien ship with being that had no animal traits at all! that was unheard of, the closest she had ever come to things like them were neko's and they had ears and tails at the very least. after a little while the doctor gave up and just sat across the room writing her discripion in one of his note books while she sat there waiting for there leader. about ten minutes after she got here another man came in and instantly she knew this man was their leader, he had the aura of power that people incharge always have. he told her he was Captain James MacTaggert when he first saw her she noticed the pause as he took off his hat and she wondered if they were just as wiered out by her as she was by them."i am Ember FireScales, what kind of beings are you?"her voice was soft and shy, as she spoke she tried to make herself smaller incase speaking made him lash out at her. she didn't want to reveal that she was a princess just yet, maybe she could get them to take her home with out resorting to using her title. The person whom James was speaking too had wrapped herself in what looked like leathery wings. The only thing he could see was her head. the way she held herself spoke of trepidation if not fear itself. He knew he had to be careful. She introduced herself as "Ember Firescales". Her voice seemingly just barely above a whisper. James wondered how afraid of them she was. He considered a moment how to answer her second question. He wondered if she would understand their terminology. However, sometimes the best route is straight ahead. "We are Human beings. Men." He stated calmly. Though, he wasn't sure if she knew what that meant."Has Dr. Santiago been able to help you with your injuries?" He asked, to which the Dr. answered. "No, she hasn't let anyone near her.". "I see." James mused before a thought came into his mind. "Sailor!" He called. From outside, a small yelp of surprise was choked off as a very young, and scrawny, sailor stepped in sheepishly. James knew there would be someone lagging behind to fuel the ship's Scuttlebutt (rumor) Mill. "Yes, Captain?" The sailor asked. "Please go down to the Galley, and fetch Miss Firescales something to eat and drink. Best to make it a pitcher of water with two glasses." James stated. "Yes Captain." The Sailor stated as he dashed out to follow his command.James then turned back to Ember and noticed that she was sitting on an examination table. His own memories of sitting on those things were always pleasant. "Dr. would you think, Miss Firescales would be more comfortable on a bed, instead of the table" The Captain suggested. The Dr. took the hint and walked over, and drew a curtain. There was a small bed with white cotton sheets. "You may sit on the bed if you wish. It is more comfortable I assure you." James mentioned, all the while keeping a distance. "Miss Firescales, if you would please be so kind as to tell me how your ship, and mine crossed paths?" now Ember knew the name of these things, human beings, it was better then calling them things so it was a improvment. she remained quiet while the captain and the doctor talked abotu hwo she wouldnt let any one near her, when the captain yelled for the sailor she winched and ducked a little so only her eyes were visable, moments later another human came in and captain James told him to get her a pitcher of water and something to eat and after being on sea rations food sounded very goodright about now.the table she was sitting on was cold and hard and she almost said yes when the captain said she might be more comfortable ona bed insteadof the table but her fear of these humans kept her mouth closed. when the white bed was revealed she scootted closer to the edge of the table, then the captain said she could sit on it and she slowly spread her wings and placed her feet on the ground, with her wings open the captain and the doctor got a good look at her for a few moments( her people she was dressed normaly but unknown to her human females dressed in alot more clothing then she had on. Ember moved slowly towards the bed while keeping a eye on both humans in the room, when she finaly made it to the bed she quickly sat down and covered herself with her wings again. her wings would stop almost any kind of sword so when she had then wrapped around her she felt safer."thank you for the bed captain but i don't know how your ship got here, one moment the overlords ship was about to catch me and force me to be their toy"her voice changed from fear to anger as she started talking about the overlord "then suddenly you popped out of nowhere and blasted them out of the water and ran into my ship, completely destroying it." she refused to tell why the overlord would want to use her as a toy because that would mean telling the humans they had the dragon peoples princess on their ship. James, nor the Doctor made any movements while Ember was slowly making her way to the bed. It was easy to tell she was very uneasy about the whole situation. When she spread her wings, the Doctor took in a sharp intake of breath and pushed his glasses upon his nose. This Woman was exquisitely beautiful. James's reaction was far more subdued. His eyes opened just a tiny bit more. However, he still exuded a Calm, cool demeanor. Her lack of "Traditional" clothing was intriguing to say the least, and had James curious about her culture. He had been in the Navy long enough to circumnavigate his world a couple of times. As she watched them, they watched her. Her movements were quite graceful, and beautiful in their own right. James wasn't surprised when she recovered herself when she climbed onto the bed.James nodded to the Woman as she thanked him for the bed, but he wasn't wholly surprised to hear that she was ignorant on how their paths crossed. However, it was what she said next that caught his attention. Something about "Overlords" and wanting to make her a toy. Deep down, he was quickly growing angry as the implications were swirling in his mind. James was the result of his Mother being raped when she was very young. While his Mother loved him, and didn't blame him for her plight. The didn't stop the rest of society from treating him like a bastard child, particularly his grandparents. So James detested anyone that would take "Liberties" with a woman for what ever reason that was not consensual. he tried to keep the calm exterior, but his tightening Jaw was a dead giveaway for the Doctor. James was quiet a moment before he spoke. "You're safe here on the Wisconsin, Ma'am." He stated with conviction.It would be about this time that the young sailor returned with a platter of food. It was some scrambled eggs, bacon, and some buttered toast. A large pitcher filled with Ice water, and a couple of glasses with it. "Please set it on the cart." Carlos stated as he pointed to a wheeled cart that was lashed down. The sailor did so, and was dismissed by James. James came over and poured himself a little bit of the water, and drank it in front of Ember. He followed this up with using a small pen knife to cut small portions from eggs, bacon, and toast. Never touching the food directly. He was doing this to show the Woman that the food, nor drink was not tainted in anyway. Carlos then wheeled the cart close to the bed. "Please eat, and rest. We can talk some more later." James stated. The Doctor was starting to draw the curtain. "This so you have some privacy, Miss." Doctor Santiago explained. "When your finished eating please just push the cart outside the curtain, and I'll have a sailor take it away." He stated before closing the curtain."See to it that she gets what she requests, Doctor." James stated as he replaced his peaked cap on his head. "Yes, Captain." Carlos replied. "I'll be back in a couple of hours." James stated as he departed Sick bay. Carlos turned back towards the curtain. "Yeah, I know the Captain can come off gruff, but he does have a very big heart." Carlos stated. Considering how the Girl winced when James summoned the sailor earlier. Carlos then returned to his desk to continue filling out forms, and reports. From Sick bay, James walked back to the bridge. His XO saluting as he stepped onto the bridge. James returned it as he looked out over the bow of the ship. The crew was working on clearing away the sails, and rigging from Ember's ship so it didn't get caught in the ship's large propellers when the get underway. Ember belived him when he said she was safe here so far none of these humans had tried to hurt her in any way, instead their leader seemed to go out of his way to make sure she felt comfortable by giving her a bed. she wondered breifly whos bed she was sitting on but her thoughts were scattered when the human with the food entered she heard her stomach growl.she watched as the captain ate a bit of all the food and drank some of the water, she knew what he was doing as a princess in times of war she had her own food taster but the man had died the day before she left her home. once he placed the food near her she used her tail to bring it closer to her, she was a little worried about barrier blocking her sight from the rest of the ship though she was used to being able to see everything around her but it gave her the chance to eat in peace so she pulled the food off the tray and ate it as quickly as she could and downed the water just as fast. she belived the doctor when he said the captain had a big heart, she understood that being a leader ment you had to be hard sometimes.once she was finished she pushed the cart through the barrier she also poked her head out and saw the doctor was still in the room Ember looked at him and asked in a quiet voice"will you tell me about your people and how you came to sail in the Dragonia sea?"she wanted to know moreabout humans but their leader might have ordered him to to say anything but if you never ask you will never now was her mothers favorite saying. Carlos was chewing on his knuckle as he was thinking of a way to properly word and answer on the reports. While the Captain can understand his reports, Carlos's superiors at Pearl Harbor didn't. It was frustrating for both of them at the same time. He let out a exacerbated breath. So the sound of the Curtain, and cart moving was a welcome distraction. Carlos swiveled around on his stool and looked towards the bed that Ember was using. When Ember poked her head out, Carlos stifled a chuckle as she looked rather adorable like that. He stood up and pulled at the cart as he called for an sailor. Another young man came up from the back. "Please take this back to the Galley." Carlos requested. "Right away Doctor." The man stated as he gathered up the dirty dishes and disappeared out the door.Carlos then looked at Ember as she asked he would tell her about his people. Carlos gave her a nod. "Of course." Though when she spoke of the Dragonia Seas. that had him curious. "One moment" he stated as he went over to a book shelf and pulled a thick leather bound book. It was an World Atlas. Carlos enjoyed marking off each of the places he visited while in the navy. "As you know we are "Human beings." At Present My people are at war with each other." He started as he approached the cart and opened the Atlas to show a world Map. "We call ourselves "Americans", that is our nationality." Carlos continued as he pointed to the USA on the Map. "Our enemies are the Japanese, and The Germans." He explained. pointing out the two countries on the map for Ember to follow along. "We were en route to join our main fleet. You call this the Dragonia Sea. Well, wewerein the Pacific Ocean. Add to that there is no one like you all where in our world, that we encountered. It could be safe to assume that some how the Wisconsin was whisked to another reality. How? I haven't the foggiest." Carlos stated as he turned the atlas towards"Captain, all debris has been cleared from around the Ship. We can depart at your leisure." The XO reported. "Very good, but where are we going?" James asked in a rhetorical sense. "Pardon?" The XO asked. "Let's just say that I have reason to believe that we are "Not In Kansas anymore". James stated as he looked out at the vast expanse of the ocean around his ship. "We'll hold position until we can get some information. Have all hands be vigilant for other vessels." James ordered. "Yes Captain." came the reply Ember knew about war but not why a race would fight itself with her world it was usualy war with another anthro civilitation"why are you fighting each other? shouldn't humans be united againt a diferent foe? the draco's are always at war with the mountan bear, and the plains wolves have a blood fued with the fleet-footed deer."she took a moment to stydy the map but it was completely diferent then the world she knew the humans world seemed to be about the same size but with far more color all over the place"why is the world a bunch of diferent colors? does the grass and trees come in that many colors in those places?"she didn't know that the colors were the boundry lines for diferent countrys. Ember opened the curtain more with out thinking about it, her wings were folded behind her back reavealing her slim form and ample cleavage to the doctor. Carlos took a moment to think about Ember's question, and how best to answer it. "I could say the reason is complicated, but at the same time it really isn't. I guess the best answer is the simplest. There is no one else to fight. Humans are the only civilization in our world. Humans come in various races. I am sure you noticed the difference in the skin tone between me and the Captain right?" Carlos asked as he lifted his shirt sleeve and revealed skin of brownish tone. "I am "Hispanic", and the Captain is "White". There are other races as well, like Negro, and Asian. As well as a myriad of sub-races off the mains." Carlos explained. "Then there is "Nationality" on top of that. What country you are from. As such, there is different cultures, Languages, customs, and even religion depending on what part of our world you were raised. Even though the Captain and I as well as the crew of this ship is a mix of different races. We consider ourselves "Americans". the Country we fight for, and call home is the "United States of America". As for the "Why" we fight. It is for a plethora of reasons. Land, Resources, Religion, Politics, or even over some perceived offense." Carlos explained.When Ember asked as to the colors on the Atlas, Carlos gave a slight chuckle. "No, Miss. though our world is colorful, It isn't that colorful. The map is done like this to show all the countries of our World. Each one a different color. Each on inhabited by humans..." Carlos tapered off a bit as he noticed the Girls slipping out from curtain. her wings moving to be folded against her back. He swallowed hard as he eyes landed upon the generous swells of her breasts. It took some will power to tear his eyes away from the scene."It would seem that Humans are truly the Children of War." Carlos stated offhandedly with a sad tone. Answering Ember's questions forced him consider certain things about his people. "It would seem that Humanity can't seem to get enough of War. It is in War that we find ourselves at our most ingenious. Even this Ship we are on now was a product of the war we are in. Some of our greatest technological advancements came from War." Carlos explained. It was if he needed to say this to confront it. He was a Doctor, and swore to preserve life, but he was on a Battleshp. A weapon meant only for the taking of life. "Man is only at his Best, and Worst, in war." He finally said.About this time over the ship's intercom, a crackling noise could be heard for a moment before something else could be piped in. It was music, soft music. Carlos looked up at the speaker and chuckled. "Then there isHim. Captain James Rose MacTaggert. I never met a man more fitting to be on the bridge of a Battleship in all my life. He can be as Fierce as her Guns, and as gentle as the waves." Carlos stated with a smile. "He does that for the Crew, plays them music. It helps with the work and tedium of being out at sea for months on end. It is his way of showing he cares for them and appreciates their hard work and sacrifice. Though...He does seem to have a preference for Love songs." Carlos observed.Types of Songs that James played for the Crew:"Fly me to the Moon.", Frank SinatraFly Me To The Moon (#ws)"I don't want to set the World on Fire", The Ink SpotsI Don't Want To Set The World On Fire-The Ink Spots (#)"Somewhere beyond the Sea", Frank SinatraFrank Sinatra - Somewhere Beyond The Sea (#) Ember was amased, humans where the only people on their planet! she had not noticed the diference in the doctors and the captains skin tone untill he mentioned it. as she listened Ember slowly leaned forward more untill her breasts were pointing at the floor, she was fasinated by all the diferent ways they seperated themselfs, instead of being like one comunity they had devided into hundreds if not thousands of diferent villages if the colors on the map were to judge and there were alot of reasons the humans fought each other. the had headed ofer so she was starring directly down at the map studying it.as she listened to the doctor talk about war it was clear he didn't like it at all and most likely wished war never existed. when the music started Ember jumped back a little and started to cover herself with her wings but the doctors little laugh stopped her, the way the doctor talked about the captain made her want to see him again. a person that was fierce and gentle was a man you wanted as your friend no matter who you were. she took a moment to listen to the song before she looked at the doctor and said"maybe thats because he wants some one to love."she blushed a little as she thought of the man that had brought her food and said she was to have what ever she needed"when will he come here again?"she asked as she moved back to where she had been before the music had scared her Carlos pinched his chin in between his finger and thumb as he thought about Ember's observation of the possible reason why James preferred loves songs. After a moment he shrugged. "That is a definite possibility. I know for a fact that he is presently unattached." Carlos mused offhandedly. Leaning back he thought a moment. He then gave Ember a warm smile as she asked when she'll see him again. "Usually the Captain is an extremely busy man, but..." He trailed off as he stood up and walked over to something on the wall. With a beep, a male voice spoke. "This is the Bridge.". "Yes, this is Dr. Santiago down in Medical. Can the Captain please come down?" He asked. There was a brief silence before the voice spoke again. "The Captain is on his way.". "THank you." Carlos stated before walking away from the box. "He'll be here in a few minutes." He said happily.As they waited, the music continued to play. "What ever his reason for playing this particular kind of music. I know it makes it that much nicer to be here." He stated with a smile. "Can I offer you a drink? Some Tea, Coffee?" He offered. Carlos was more of a tea drinker than coffee. He stood up to brew some before the captain arrived. soon the room began to smell of sweet smells. It certainly was more pleasant than the normal smells of hospitals and medical wards. Of sterilizers, cleaning products. Taking a sip from his cup, Carlos smiled as the taste washed over his tongue. "That is good. I'll have to thank my brother for sending me that blend." He stated as he took a chocolate covered biscuit to nibble on. "Please help yourself. The cookies are particularly delicious." He offered. "This, and the music seem to go very well together." He explained as he took another sip of his tea.After a while, Carlos lifted his head and looked towards the door and stood up as James entered. "Is there any issues Doctor?" He asked. "No Captain, but I believe our guest wished to see you again." Carlos stated. "Oh, I see." James stated as he turned to Ember and taking a small step towards her. Still keeping a respectable distance between them. He gave her that same warm smile from earlier. "Are you comfortable? Are you doing okay?" He asked. "Perhaps Miss FireScales would like a tour of the Ship, Captain." Carlos suggested. "After all it can't be much fun being coup up all the time here in Sick bay." He added. "Yes, I can see your point Doctor." James stated as he looked back towards Ember and her soft green eyes. "Would you be interested?" He asked Ember. Esmeralda was a little shocked that the doctor could use that strange device to call the captain just because she asked made her feel a little more normal, she was after all a princess and used to getting what ever she asked for. when the doctor offered her some tea she accepted but she had no idea what that coffee stuff was and she didn't want to ask."thank you doctor for the tea and cookies."she said as she took a cookie from the table.when the captain showed up her cheeks turned a little red, she didn't know why but she like him being near to her. she was excited by the prospect of seeing the rest of the metal ship"i am well captain and please call me Ember, miss FireScales makes me sound like alot older then two hundred and forty, and i would love a tour if your free to give me one."she was clueless as to how long humans lived but her people lived only as long as the person they mated with, something about the prosses linked them together and made her peoples lives shorter while at the same time making their mates lives longer. Ember shook her head to clear her thoughts and she took a moment to think of a reason why she would be thinking about life spans of draco's and their mates but she could find nothing she could understand"before we go on the tour captain i have a question, the captains that i know of are almost always busy and im guessing your people are the same, so why would you come just because i asked?"she figited as she stood there looking at her feet, her wings were folded against her back so they were almost invisable and her tail sagged close to the ground and she wondered if her question would bring about a negitive responce At the revelation of her age, Carlos nearly choked on his tea. However, it would appear he was able to cover up his surprise enough for her to not to notice. James's eyebrow twitched a bit at the news. She looked so young, and beautiful for that. She barely looked like in her twenties. Blessedly, her next question brought him out of his musings. The way she looked all shy, and nervous struck at something deep within James. He felt a sudden urge to protect this young girl. To take her troubles upon his shoulders. "You are my guest, and my Mother raised me to be a courteous host. It is also by my actions that you have found yourself forced onto my ship." He stated with a Hint of guilt in his voice. "So I wish to make your stay as enjoyable as possible." He added before he turned to the Doctor. Who spun around and began to make himself busy as James leaned in. "Also, why wouldn't I come when such a beautiful woman asks to see me?" He said with a bit a flirtatious smile. James wasn't a flirt, nor came on to women normally. So he was a bit surprised by his little bit of flirting. "If you are ready Miss...I mean, Ember. I would be most honored to show you my Ship. I am also having our VIP Quarters prepared so you don't have to stay in Medical." He stated with that same warm smile that seemed he only showed to her. The VIP Quarters were set aside on the warships for visiting dignitaries and those of Higher Rank than the Ship's Captain. If an Admiral should Make the Wisconsin his Flag, then he would be given those quarters. It saved from having the entire ship's crew shuffling quarters."The U.S.S. Wisconsin is a Iowa-Class Battleship assigned to the United States Navy's Pacific Fleet. She is 887' long from bow to stern, and 108' wide. She weighs 52,000 tons and is crewed by 1,900 Crewmembers, both Officers, and enlisted men." James explained as he led her down the corridor. One universal truth about ship design is that Space is a premium. Everything had a spot and those that worked on board a ship had to live around it. Add to that, the Wisconsin being a warship meant that luxury was far down on the list of priorities. James showed her the engine room and the 8 massive boilers that powered the ship's Turbines generating 212,000 horsepower. Turning the four propeller shafts that pushed the ship through the water at roughly 31 knots, or 36 mph. James explained how the boilers used heat in the form of Fuel oil to generate steam to turn the turbines. Generating the power for the ship as well. Everywhere in the ship they went, The Men would throw themselves out of the way of the Captain and his Guest. All Saluting and showing the utmost of respect to the Captain and her.Ember got some curious glances, but nothing overly serious. In this day, and age the three fastest forms of communications were: Telephone, Telegraph, and Tell-a-Sailor. Word quickly spread of Ember so people kinda had a heads up before she came through a department. That and none dared to show their Ass in front of the Captain. However, there was a couple of times that James had to correct his crew. Though, he didn't do it in an embarrassing manner, nor tried to belittle them. He did it to teach them. It was amazing how much He knew of his ship. Ember would over hear stuff like: "That's the Captain for you. I bet he has the blueprints for the ship memorized.", and other such respectful jests. After the correction, the Sailors were very thankful for the insight from the ship's highest ranking officer.It didn't take long to get a sense of just how massive the ship was. Even though James gave Ember the dimensions. sometimes it was hard to comprehend just how big that actually was. James continued to give her the highlights as it would literally take days to see the entire ship. Aside from her massive armor and armament. The Ship also carried three Sea planes it used for Recon, and Forward observation for the large guns of the ship. they could also be used for sea rescues if needed. James would give Ember opportunities to rest as they went along. He understood this was a large ship, and it was a lot to take in. As they walked, he would gave her glances, and warm smiles. He was amazed by how beautiful she was. He started to wonder if she had anyone waiting on her, praying for her safety back home. It would have surprised James if she did. She did appear to be a wonderful person.James then led Ember outside of the massive ship. Outside she could see they were underway. The ship traveling at its normal cruising speed of 17 knots. Up above her, the towering Masts stretched into the sky as Ember got a view of how sleek and long the ship was. It was quite obvious as James showed the her around, that he was quite proud of his Ship and Crew. Granted it wasn't elegant as ships of this world, but in its own way still breath taking. James led her to a structure just above the main Bridge called the "Fly-Bridge". An open air bridge that over looked the lengthy bow of the ship. Just as they stepped up to the Fly-Bridge. A large emerald wave was heading towards the bow of the ship. However the Wisconsin easily cleaved a path through the wave as if it was demonstrating its power to Ember. Showing her why in James's World. the Battleship had earned the title: "The Queen of the Sea". "This is the Fly-Bridge, Ember. From Here I can command the ship, in pleasant Weather of course." he said with a bit of a chuckle. James took a deep breath of the salty breeze that came off the bow. A warm natural smile crossing his face. A smile that came from doing what you loved. After the moment of peace. James let his breath out. "What do you think of her so far?" He asked.View from "Fly Bridge":( Ember blushed bright red as the captain flirted with her, usualy people were very formal with her since she was a princess and only one man had tried to flirt and he only bragged about himself so she had him removed from her presence, there was some thing very arousing about the way he said her name that kept her blush present. when he told her he was giving her the VIP quarters she just nodded since he had no clue what Vip meant. she wondered what her people would say if she showed up with a ship full of humans and their metal ship, it would probably cause her handmaidens to faint with just the idea of her being on a ship with almost 2,000men.when the captain showed her the boilers and told her how they work she was shocked, how hot water was what they used to power such a large ship was beyond her imagination. through out the tour Ember was oohhing and aaahhing over pretty much everything the captain showed her, it all seemed like a fairy tale to her but at the same time she knew it was real. the way the men treated her and tthe captain amazed her, she thought they would openly stare at her or even worse ignore her but every where they went the sailors would stand and salute her and the captain before going back to what ever it was they were doing. some of them did stare at her in ways that made her want to wrap her wings around her and burn the guy to a crisp but the captain always talked to the man and gave him advice instead of belittling the guy he was even polite to the guys that stepped out of line but it was always clear that these men respected there captain enough to listen to what he said and take it to heart.this ship truely was massive, her palace would probably be to small for this ship to fit inside it. she could tell they were skipping the smaller things forif this ship was as large as she thought then it might take aslong as a month to see every bit of it but what she was seeing made her smile and giggle along the way, she often caught the captain glancing at her and every time her face would light up with a blush and she would smile back at him very shyly. she wondered if her magic might work on a human or if there strangness woudl counter act it, magic was a fickle thing and when there was a unknown it was always fustrating, if she could she would have cast a mind reading spell on him just to see what he thought of her but she held back because she didn't want the magic to to crazy and do something strange like tunr him into a fish.when the captain took her outside the site of the ship and its size took her breath away, and by the way the waters of the sea were parting for the ship it was no winder her tiny ship never stood a chance against this beautiful monster. the captain informed her this was where he comanded the whole ship andthen asked what she thought of it so far"i love it!, its breathtakingly beautiful! i have never seen anythign like this ship in my whole life! if only my father could see this he might have some hope that for our country after all, and if a king has hope then so do the people."she smiled at the captain and gave him a hug, she didn't even realise her slip of the tongue had just told the captain that she was the kings daughter and there for a princess. To be quite honest, James was a bit worried to what this beautiful girl thought of his ship. In his experience most women were not impressed with a battleship. Some thinking that it was far to crude or violent a thing. So when she stated that she loved it, and how impressed she was. James couldn't help the beaming smile he gave to her. He was quite proud of being a Battleship Captain. Yes, it was hard work, but at the same time it was very rewarding work as well. Though he never expect her to embrace him. When she hugged him he blinked in surprise. Though a new sensation was making it self felt through his khaki colored cotton uniform. Something soft, yet plump. He chanced a look down and saw that it was her breasts that were pressed so nicely against him. They looked so firm, and soft. Like perfect pillows for someone to lay their head upon. He swallowed hard as his cheeks flushed so mightily.He brought his arms around and gently embraced Ember, and held her protectively. How nice it felt to hold this girl. Once again, he was filled with an almost overwhelming desire to protect her. How many minutes of him embracing her passed? He didn't know. All he knew was that holding her in his arms was one of the nicest sensations he had ever felt. He was finding himself reluctant to let her go. He simply didn't want to. His hand moved up to stroke her soft green hair gently. It felt so smooth and soft in his hand. Almost like silk. It was bit heart breaking in a way. James was finding himself becoming attracted to this young girl, and yet they were Decades apart in "Age". While she may have been numerically far older than he. In terms of bodily "Maturity" he was older than her. His life was half over, and she deserved someone young that she could share the Majority of her life with. Fate can be cruel in it encounters. Had James been 20 years younger, he could easily see himself falling for a girl like Ember.As her words echoed in her mind something about them gave him pause. Once he managed to finally release her from his embrace. He looked at her into those soft pools she had for eyes. One could feel themselves being drawn in. What did you mean by that, Ember?" He asked. His instincts told him there was more going on than what she was letting on. "Please tell me everything. I may be able to help." He said as his hand reached out and took hers in a comforting manner. There was no denying it now. James wanted to help Ember, protect her. Something about her made every cell in his body scream to be of service. Ember loved the way the captains arms wrapped around her like he was trying to keep her protected which felt very good considering she would have been caught by the overlord if he had not shown up. then the captain released her and asked what she meant and asked for her to tell him every thing."please don't think differently of me once I tell you this, but I wasn't completely truthful about my name I am Ember FireScales, priestess of the second order, and . . .princess of Draconia."she lowered her eyes to the ground and half way expected the captain to drop her hands and bow or something like that but that would truly be a nightmare. she questioned herself on why she told him but when ever he asked her a question all she could do was answer, it was like her body responded to his request with out getting clearance from her mind. she watched the captains feet and tried not to cry as she said"that's why the overlord is after he, the Draconians are one of the last races that are resisting his rule but we are the best fighters so we pose a threat to him. he sent that ship to kidnap me so he could force me to become his bride and then through marriage he would be the king of my people."she didn't say it but her tone implied she knew exactly the kind of treatment she would receive as the overlords hands and that he would come after her until she was his or she was dead. James was quiet as Ember spoke. he could tell this was a admission for her. When she revealed that she was in fact a Princess. His eyes went wide. He ever encountered a princess before. Senators, Admirals, yes, but never in his widest dreams he expected that he would play host to a princess of all things. His mind reeled for a just a second before he saw her lower her eyes. He didn't blame her for withholding such information. She didn't know who's company she was in. So it was only prudent to divulge only what was necessary. Though it now all made sense. Why an Overlord would be pursuing this one girl so doggedly. Though he felt the same as Ember to how he would most likely treat her after the wedding. that thought made the hairs on the back of his neck bristle as he could feel the rage stew in the pit of his stomach. James took a deep breath to clear his head. He didn't need to worry Ember anymore than he already has at this point.James held a soft smile as he knelt before the girl, never letting go of her hands. "Ember..." He said softly remembering she asked him to call her Ember. reaching out he placed his hand under her chin and lifted it up so he could see her eyes. "Please don't hide such beautiful eyes from me." he requested as he gave her a soft smile. His hand caressing her baby soft cheek. James then stood up and embraced her tightly to his chest. This time the embrace was much warmer, and much more protective. Like James was using his body to shield her from some unseen danger. He gently stroked her soft green hair. It felt like fine silk in his fingers. "You're safe here on board the Wisconsin. I'll protect you, Ember." James whispered. "I'll help your people." Ember lifted chin with the captains hand and she was surprised when he asked her not to hide her beautiful eyes from him, the fact that he thought her eyes were beautiful made her not want to cry anymore. the feeling of his hand on her cheek made a blush appear on her cheeks as she smiled at him before they embraced. she let the captain enfold her in his comforting embrace and stroke her hair as she thoughtthis must be what a lovers embrace feels like, oh how I wish I was fee to mate who ever I wanted it would be some one like James.then he told her she was safe and that he would protect her and her people.looking up at him Ember couldn't stop herself, and didn't want to, as she stood on the tips of her toes and gently pressed her lips to his."thank you for saving me James, this is the first time I have truly felt safe in over fifty years."it was about fifty-five years ago that the overlord started taking over kingdoms and queendoms since then no one had been safe but here on this ship she felt that nothing bad could tough her. James was happy that Ember seemed to be calming down some. he held her tightly an was happy that he could help her in this respect. however, what happened next caught him completely off guard. She kissed him! Her lips felt like velvet as a electric fire coursed its way through him. His eyes grew wide. It felt so good to be kissed by this young girl. He was able to return the kiss a bit before they parted lips. When she withdrew her lips and said that this was the safest that she felt in so long, he tightened his embrace of her. "You're welcome, Ember. I promise...I'll protect you." He whispered into her ear. It was a promise that James was determined to Keep. there was something about this woman to seemed to scream out to him to protect her. "I'll protect you with all the power at my disposal." he whispered as he stroked her hair again. There was an tenderness to his touch that uncharacteristic of the salty Battleship captain. He would hold Ember in his arms for several more long minutes.their Tender moment would be interrupted by a rather distinct noise. James stomach was grumbling. James looked down between him and Ember. His cheeks darkened a bit as he gave Ember a sheepish smile. Releasing her, he checked his watch and saw it was about lunch. "It would appear it is time to eat." he said with a bit of a chuckle. Than an Idea popped into his head. "I would be greatly honored if you would join me, and my Officers at my table in the Officer's Mess, Ember." he offered. Hoping she would accept. James found he wanted to spend more time with her. Ember could have remained in the captains arms forever and not noticed the passing of time at all but the growling of his stomach triggered her own set of growing then the captain invited her to eat dinner with him and she gave him a large smile and giggled"I would love to eat dinner with you captain, and when we reach my homeland I would like to introduce you to my father but be warned now he is a little over protective of me."she could see her father all nine feet of his with a eighteen inch wingspan trying to intimidate James but from what she knew of the captain he wouldn't even blink or at least she hoped he wouldn't,"lead on captain, I'm eager to try out more of your human food."she took hold of one of his arms and held it to her chest, which also meant between her breasts, it would be hard to tell if she was doing it on purpose or not. James nodded as Ember stated that she would like for him to meet her father. He didn't think there was any ulterior motives to it except for Ember to introduce the man that saved her, and could possibly help their Kingdom. Though her warning of her father being a bit overprotective wasn't unexpected. She was, afterall, a princess. "That is understandable. I would be too." He stated with a smile. He was happy that she accepted his invitation for dinner. "Please follow me, Ember." He said as she told him to lead on. Though the moment she took his arm, he stiffened up a bit. Particularly when he saw exactly where his arm was nestled so comfortably. His cheeks flushed a bit as he thought about asking her to ease up, but decided against it. Ember looked so happy. He simply smiled at her as they made their way back into the ship.As before the crew threw themselves out of the way of the two. Though many took note of the rather happy smile upon the young girl. James opened the door for Ember to the Officer's Mess. There, his top officers were already waiting. As soon as they saw Ember, they instantly began to shift positions. As the Captain's Guest, she would take the seat to the right of his that his Executive Officer would normally sit in. James pulled her seat for her and finally took his. Everyone else sitting down when the Captain did. Soon a young seaman approached with a cart. "Good evening, Stevenson. What is on the menu today?" James asked. "Meatloaf, Mashed potatoes and Gravy, Green beans, and biscuits." Stevenson answered. "Ah, sound delicious. I am sure the crew will enjoy it." James stated as he pulled his napkin to his lap. "Yes, Sir they are." Stevenson reported. Commander Harding, James's XO (executive Officer) looked at Ember. "The Captain feels that the Officers, and the Enlisted crew should eat the same thing. "If it is good enough for the crew, it is good enough for the officers." Harding explained. Though that kind of thinking did get James in trouble with some pompous admirals who felt they were better than the crew.The Meal was delicious. The meatloaf was succulent, and juicy while the biscuits were light and fluffy. "What is our course of action, Captain?" Harding asked. "We are going to escort, Miss Firescales here back home. It has also been brought to my attention that her home is presently under siege. So I offered our assistance in defending her home." James explained calmly. The table was quiet a moment as the Captain's words were processes. "I beg the Captain's pardon, but is this wise? We do not know the entirety of the situation. It may not be good to get ourselves involved." Harding stated. "Commander, we have already involved ourselves. We involved ourselves the moment we fired on that unknown ship. We involved ourselves the moment we rescued Miss Firescales here. So getting "involved" has already been put behind us." James explained. The other officers nodding. Understanding James's reasoning. "Also, I can not simply ignore a "Cry for Help". No, I can't in good conscience abandon Miss Firescales. Not when we have the power to make a difference." James concluded. "I understand Captain. My apologies for my comments." Harding stated. "Don't be sorry. It is your duty to ensure that I am considering the well being of my ship, and crew." James stated as he looked at Harding. There was no anger in his eyes. "You did the right thing. You expressed your opinion and concerns in a respectful Manner. That is what I want from my Officers. Your concerns and Ideas." James finished."It has been demonstrated that we are not in the Pacific anymore. Japan, and the US don't exist here, so it would behoove us to make friends. It could be through the assistance of her people that we may find a way back home." James added as he reached over and took a bright green Apple from a tray. James loved granny smith apples. Particularly with peanut butter. To which Harding was prepared as he picked up a small jar of peanut butter from the center of the table and set it near the captain's plate. "Thank you, Commander." He said as he took a knife and started to cut the apple. James gave Ember a glance, and a brief smile, but this proved to be enough of a distraction from cutting the apple for his knife to slip. James was brought back to reality by a shooting pain in hand as he instantly dropped the apple and knife onto the table. He hissed in pain as he clamped his hand shut. Drops of crimson seeping out from the bottom of his hand and onto his plate. Ember happily followed her captain and she stumbled for a moment when she thought that, he was no longer 'the captain' he was 'her captain'. she was still thinking on this when they got to the dinning room with his officers. after taking her seat, which her captain was kind enough to hold her chair for her, she noticed that the other people didn't sit down until the captain did which almost made her giggle since that was the custom of eating with royalty in her castle. a young man came forwards and said the names of the items they would be eating but they sounded good to her.Ember was surprised when the man next to her informed her that her captain ate the same food he served his men, that was a selfless thing to do since most higher ups even in her world would eat great food while serving their men normal or even poor food. once the food arrived Ember dug in to the meal, it all was extremely tasty in her opinion then they started discussing what they were going to do and her captain told his men that they were going to assist her which made her heart double its speed, after saying it to his men it was now official. the man that had talked to her earlier made a comment that pretty much said he didn't think they should which almost got him burned alive but the captain saved the man by explaining that they were already to involved not to help and the man seemed to come to the same agreement after a moments thought.in mere moments her captain had convinced all the other men in the room to stand behind him in helping her and her people, but the comment about him going back home made her realize that he probably had some one back home waiting for him to come back to her and who was she to try and keep him here? then her captain took a green fruit off the table and started cutting it and then flashed her a smile which she returned instantly but being distracted like that was not good when holding a knife. Ember realized that her captain had been hurt she instantly stood up and was almost sitting in James's lap."hold still Captain, this will only take a moment."then she accessed her magic and her hair started to rise off her shoulders as if she was underwater and some of the smaller lose items began to shake. then she placed her hands on the captains hand and send healing energy through him, enough to heal a dragon but far more then any human needed. Harding was already grabbing a napkin to make a bandage around James's hand when Ember seemed to have flown to his side. James blinked, and for a moment thought she was sitting in his lap. He gave her his hand as she was doing something that was very strange. As her hair began to float, and several of the utensils began to rattle, James and the other Officer's eyes grew wide. James could feel something warm enter into his body from her hands, and the gash on his palm started to knit itself. "The Wound." One of his staff officers gasped. However, something was off. the warmth continued to spread throughout his body as he started to glow a bit. "Wha...What's going on?" James asked as he felt something stirring deep within him. James had to close his eyes as his entire body felt like it was being enveloped in a warm tingling fizzy feeling.Upon opening his eyes. He saw his officers looking at him with stunned expressions on their faces. "What!? What is the matter?" He asked. "Captain...you look...so...young." Harding explained. "What?" James asked as he looked around for anything reflective, and only finding a polished platter. Now it was his turn to be shocked. James who was about to turn 43 next month looked like he was 25 again. He blinked as he brought his fingers to his cheeks. they were toned, and his hair had none of the Grey that was starting to appear. If James was dashing before, he was gorgeous now. "What did you do!?" one of the younger officers shouted at Ember. Several more were throwing her accusing stares. "CALM DOWN!" James bellowed. The officers all jumped and winced at his thunderous voice. Even though he was now "25" again, He still had the commanding presence of the Battleship Captain that he was. Everyone instantly clammed up as he gave them all a stern glare. "Ember has healed my wound. She deserves our gratitude." He stated in a calm fashion. The officers nodded before turning to Ember. "We deeply apologize for our behavior." They stated in unison. Their Apology was genuine as Harding came forward. "Please, I beg your forgiveness, Miss. You startled us with your display." He explained. His look was of genuine apology. James nodded in approval, and then stood up and faced Ember. gave her a bow. "Thank you very much for Healing my wound, Ember." He then gave her a warm smile. "Though with this New development, I think it would be a prudent course to be checked out by the Doctor." James said. "Would you please accompany me, Ember. I Think he'll wish to ask you about this as well." James stated as he offered her his arm.As they walked down the corridors to Medical, James walked beside Ember. "I ask that you please forgive my officers, Harding is a very good man, and he was only making sure I had thought our course of Action through." He explained. "I feel confident that this is the correct course of action. As I said before, I can't simply abandon you." James stated with conviction. Many of the Sailors they came across as they made their way towards Medical did get out of their way, but the looks they were giving the Captain was a bit off. However, his commanding presence was all there. "Ember...If you would like. Please feel free to call me James. Since you asked that I call you Ember" James offered, hoping that would make her happy."Wow, Captain! did you find the Fountain of Youth?" Carlos teased as he saw James enter with Ember. "Not exactly, I was hoping you can do a quick check up and see of any side effect, Doctor." James asked. "Ok, Please Take off your shirt Captain. You can stay, Miss Firescales, this shouldn't take too long." Carlos stated as James was just removing his undershirt. Revealing a toned, and flat stomach with slight six pack abs. Carlos gave a low whistle. "You will be having the ladies all over you with that Look, Captain." Carlos laughed as he put on his stethoscope. James blushed as he gave Ember a nervous smile. "Doctor..." He stated which got the Doctor howling. "Oh Calm down Captain. I am only teasing. I know you would never Mistreat a lady." Carlos stated. "though it is a shame you're still Single. I am sure you could make some lucky lady very happy." Carlos stated honestly as he pressed the instrument to James's chest. Causing the Captain to wince a bit. James's blush was spreading towards his ears, and neck now as he looked over to Ember with a embarrassed smile. Ember was a little shocked when her captains age was reversed about twenty years, age reversing happened when to much magic was used on some one and this was her fault. she didn't even get a chance to see what the captain looked like before some one shouted at her and she quickly started to fear these people that is until her captain shouted 'calm down' and what do you know every one calm down and even apologized to her which made her feel a little better"apology accepted every one, and I'm sorry I didn't know that magic would effect humans differently then my own people."Ember gladly accepted her captains offer of heading to medical, she saw the strange looks the men gave him when they saw how young he had become and that made her feel more guilty for changing James with out his permission. then her captain told her to call him James and she smiled brightly at the honor of being allowed to use his name" thank you! I like your name, James."that made her feel a little better about the whole turning his body back to 25.as they reached medical firth think Carlos did was tease the captain on his new look and she ducked her head in shame but she did perk up a bit when Carlos told James to take his shirt off and that she could stay as well. when her eyes saw James stomach and chest her jaw dropped and she couldn't help but stare at him and all she could think of was what it would be like to wrap her wings around him she would have to explain what it meant first but her mind was solely focused on James body and she wasn't hiding it mainly because she was to shocked and far to attracted to him for her own good. all either of them had to do was look over at her and they would know how she felt Carlos did take notice of the expression, and how intently Ember looked at the Captain without his shirt on. He hid a knowing smile as he knew that the Captain was fighting the urge to look at her. So Carlos decided to have a little fun. "Ok, Captain. Stand up and face me." He instructed. as he rolled around on his stool so that James's back was facing Ember. Carlos threw her a playful wink before he got started. "Ok, bend over and touch your toes." He instructed. James did so, and quite easily. However, he didn't realize that it tightened the seat of his trousers and made them hug his tight bottom for Ember. Carlos had to bit his lower lip to prevent from Giggling as he could only imagine what was going through Ember's mind. "Ok, stand up straight and reach as high as you can go. Stand on your tip toes if you must." He directed. Again James followed the direction precisely. This caused all the muscles in his back, and legs to flex. Though Ember wouldn't see James's legs. However, she would be able to see his ass flex, and tighten as he did this. "Very good, Captain." The Doctor stated as he seemed to write some notes down on a clipboard. What he was actually doing was scribbling. He had James to a few more tricks all the while Carlos gauged Ember's reactions. Smiling the entire time. "Ok, you can get dressed." Carlos stated. "It my professional opinion, you had a miracle bestowed upon you Captain. You're a perfectly healthy man in his Mid-twenties. I wish we all can be so lucky." Carlos stated happily. "Thank you doctor." James stated as he finished getting dressed.James came to Ember's side and offered her his arm. "Aw, you two make a cute couple." Carlos stated. He couldn't help himself. James's cheeks flushed red again. "D...Doctor." He stated to which Carlos laughed. "I'll show you to your quarters now." James stated with a soft smile. It was getting late by this time, and the ship was initating night time hours running operations. Most of the bright light was dimmed to dull red lights. "Work never stops on a battleship, Ember. There is always a crew manning the stations 24 hours a day." James explained as they walked once more through the winding corridors of the ship. "The red lights are so we don't lose our pupil dilation. I am sure you noticed that in bright light, The pupils of your eyes will shrink to let in less light, while in low light, to no light. They expand to let in as much like as possible. The Red lights allow just enough light to work, but so our pupils don't shrink in case of loss of power." He explained. As he talked, he placed his other hand on top of Ember's. Her hand felt so soft, and warm."These will be your quarters during your stay. These Quarters are generally reserved for very important guests. Like an Admiral of the Fleet or similar." He explained as he opened the door. While it wasn't very luxurious compared to the Her palace, but for a Warship. It was rather palatial. There was a reasonably sized large bed, and a desk. A couple of Lamps set into the bulkhead. "My Quarters are right next door. Please don't hesitate to call upon me for any reason." James stated with a smile as he looked into her eyes. How entrancing they were. It was like they were drawing James in, and he was completely powerless to resist. "Ember...please come with me. There is someplace special I would like to take you." He said before taking her hand in his and leading her back down the hall.James led Ember back up to the "Fly bridge" just above the main bridge. By this time the Sun had completely set and the stars shone brilliantly. The Reflections of twin crescent moons danced across the near mirror smooth sea. It was a breathtakingly beautiful sight. Particularly from the Fly bridge. With the ship's exterior lights all turned off for cautionary measures, James, and Ember had a undamaged view of the heavens. The night sky was so full of Stars. "One reason I love being a sailor so much is I can see views like these from the deck of a ship. I always found the stars so beautiful." He stated as he leaned against the railing at the front of the fly bridge. "Though now, I believe I found something far more beautiful." He stated as he looked at Ember. The glow of the twin moons giving her fair complexion a heavenly glow. Ember caught the doctors wink and for a second it snapped her out of her gawking of James and turned her face bright red that is until she realized what the doctor was doing and she was quickly sucked back into to watching the way James body moved and she found her hands starting to wander her body and once she noticed this she forced them to stop and stay still. by the time the examination was done Ember's crotch was so wet it was almost dripping and she silently thanked the goddess for the clothing and the fact that it absorbed any kind of wetness with out showing but if she was to be touched there it would soak the persons fingers in her juices. once James was dressed Ember shot Carlos a shy smile and mouthed 'thanks for the show' with out James seeing, it made her happy that some one else on the ship could guess that she had a thing for James.when James offered his arm Ember took it with out hesitation and then Carlos said they made a cute couple, just that comment made her heart skip a beat. Ember smiled as best she could as she tried to get her mind off the image of James ass clenching as she wondered if that's what it would look like as he made love to her, because of these thought she was only just barely paying attention to what the captain was saying about the red lights wouldn't effect her vision at all since Draco's could see in even total darkness.when they finally reached her quarters she was amazed at the size of the room and the bed, then she found out that James's room was right next door and she nearly commanded him that he would sleep in the large bed with her and luckily she was able stop herself before she said that. when the captain said there was a special place he wanted to show her she just nodded, not trusting herself to speak at the moment not with him so close to a bed. when they returned the part of the ship that had the best view she looked up at her sky and wondered which start James had come from, then he said that he loved to sail because of the beauty of the stars but he had found something far more beautiful then them and for a moment she was confused but looking at James she saw he was talking about her"you think im beautiful?"she almost teared up at the thought that he found her attractive then she shook her head for a moment and said"you find me attractive? oh James!"she threw herself against him and hugged him tightly for a moment before pulling back and looked him in the eyes"when we get to my home please don't tell anyone I folded my wings around myself, in my society where you keep your wings shows your maturity level or how you feel about some one. around strangers you keep your wings tight against your back, with a friend they are loose and when children get scared they cover themselves, and lovers . . . "she blushed at the word lover and skipped that part"if my father, or anyone in his court found out I acted that way it would mean serious trouble for my father and it would give his enemies a foothold with the public."what she didn't say was it would also bring shame to her and that would cause her father to force her to marry some one that would redeem her tarnished honor. Carlos watched as the two left, Happily, arm in arm. thinking to her reactions. It was quite obvious that she thought the captain very attractive. the way the captain acted around her showed that he was quite attracted to her as well. Carlos chuckled as he leaned back against the wall. "Why do I have a feeling that there was a reason we were brought here?" he mused as he closed his eyes for a few moments and simply let his mind clear from all the happenings. "It would be nice for the Captain to settle down."On the Fly bridge, James smiled at Ember when she asked if he truly thought she was beautiful. He nodded, "Yes, I find you quite beautiful." he said honestly. A look of elation flashed across her face as she asked again, but then suddenly jumped at him. He smiled brightly as he wrapped his arms around her as she did the same. Holding her tightly for the moment that they shared their embrace. A embrace that James didn't want to end. However, all too soon, She pulled away. James felt a wave of disappointment wash over him as she did so, and his kept his arms held out to show she was welcomed back into his arms. He slowly lowered his arms as she asked that he didn't tell her about how she acted when they found her. that using her wings like that to cocoon herself was actually looked down upon. She explained that if anyone found out, including her father, there could be Serious repercussions. Like earlier, James had a feeling that there was more she couldn't say to him, but he didn't press the issue. Instead he closed the distance and enveloped her in his arms once more. Holding her tightly, and protectively to him. James felt more strongly than ever, that he was brought here to protect this young girl. "Please, have no fear. I will protect you, and I'll keep your secrets guarded." he promised. there was a weight to his words as he spoke them. James was making a promise to Ember that he fully intended to Keep.James held Ember for a good long while. He didn't want to let her go. she felt so good in his arms like this. the only noise was the deep thrum of the ship's engines as well as the sound of the splashing as the ship cut through the calm sea. After some time, James began to hum. It was a gentle tune that sounded vaguely familiar. As He hummed it, he started to rock with Ember back in forth. Like they were dancing. Following the humming, James began to sing softly into Ember's ear. It was one of the songs that she heard earlier that day over the ship's PA.Somewhere beyond the seaSomewhere waitin' for meMy lover stands on golden sandAnd watches the ships that go sailin'Somewhere beyond the seaShe's there watchin' for meIf I could fly like birds on highThen straight to her arms I'd go sailin'It's far beyond the star It's near beyond the moonI know beyond a doubtMy heart will lead me there soonWe'll meet beyond the shoreWe'll kiss just as beforeHappy we'll be, beyond the seaAnd never again I'll go sailin'I know beyond a doubt, My heart will lead me there soonWe'll meet, I know we'll meetBeyond the shoreWe'll kiss just as beforeHappy we'll be, beyond the seaAnd never again I'll go sailin' Ember was extremely content in James arms, she felt that he would protect her with all of his power and judging by the ship he commanded that power was great. ember listened to James hum as he rocked he back and forth and the song that followed was absolutely beautiful, its to bad she only got to listen to half the song before she fell asleep. the stress of running for her life from the overlord and the relief of finding allies to help her, not to mention her feeling for her captain, had finally caught up with her.as she drifted to sleep she clung to James even asleep her hands would not remove them selves from him, it was almost as if Embers subconscious refused to let the handsome man out of her grasp. if any one tried to separate her and James she would only cling harder and whimper until they stopped. As the last words of his song faded away, James looked down, and chuckled as he saw Ember sleeping very peacefully in his arms. She must've been exhausted to be able to sleep this way. He debated on waking her up, but decided that he didn't have the heart too. She was simply too adorable, and precious to do such a thing. However, it would be hard to get her to her room like this. So after some interesting Gymnastics, James was able to pick her up, and cradle her in his arms. Her hands clung to him so desperately that he couldn't help himself. He pulled her up a little bit, and whispered in her ear. "Everything will be alright." He stated as he started carrying her down from the Fly Bridge. The other members of the crew made way for him, and they spoke quieter when they saw that the Princess was sleeping.James was going to set her in her room, but something told him that she would awaken scared if he did that. His protective nature was kicking into high gear, or was it something else? Something that he knew, but was not aware off. So much has happened within a days time that it was quite overwhelming. So in order to keep her calm, He carried her to his room. It wasn't as large as hers, nor as ornate, but it was big enough for the two of them. He laid her down on the bed, and tried to get her to let go, but she only clung harder. He let out a sigh, and shook his head. "As you wish, Your Highness." He whispered as he laid down right next to her. He slipped his arms around her, and held her tightly. It wasn't so much a Protector's embrace, but a lover's.For a couple of hours. James lay there with Ember, and stroked her green hair. her innocent face was so peaceful, but he quickly found his eyes training on her lips. He remembered how they felt earlier, so warm, and soft. He found himself wanting to kiss her again. to feel those lips against his own. To feel that same warmth, and electricity that he felt earlier. His heart started to beat in his chest as he began to move in. Slowly, her lips approached his. However, at the last minute, he moved to her ear. "I will protect you, Ember...With all my power." He whispered before He hugged her too him, and lay his head down to go to sleep. Ember was slow to wake up, she didn't want to leave the soft and pleasantly warm surface she found herself on. then her memories from last night came back to her and how she fell asleep in her captains arms and she blushed as she opened her eyes, and her face turned even redder as she found James lips inches from hers and she froze. once she realized that James was still asleep she slowly moves one hand along his chest, feeling his tight muscles under his shirt, feelings of desire and of possessiveness flared to life inside of her.Ember laid her head back down and pretended to be asleep while her let her hand find its way under James shirt and lightly every curve of his chest and stomach. when this would wake James up Ember would just pretend she had been sleeping, she smiled as she marveled in her foolproof plan to explore James body with out getting caught. James didn't know when he fell asleep. He only remembered watching Ember and feeling very protective of her. He held her close to him that entire night. It was also best night sleep he has had in as long as he could remember. He didn't feel the stress of command, he simply felt this beautiful girl in his arms. He would spend the rest of the night curled up with her. James curled into, and around Ember as he drifted off to sleep. His body seemingly wanting to do nothing but be a protective shield around her, and at the same time something and comfortable to snuggle into. He his face tucked into the crook of her neck. He nuzzled her affectionately as he took in the scent of her skin, and the soft strands of her hair brushed across his Cheek. This was the kind of embrace that James always longed for. His dreams would be quite pleasant that night as the two laid together like perfect puzzle pieces. Dreams of them Dancing, and going on dates as normal young people did.In the morning, James quickly awoke when he felt something run along his skin. when he opened his eyes, he saw Ember lying next to him. His heart melted at how innocent, and adorable she looked when she was asleep. However, his attention was drawn somewhere else as he felt something warm, and soft slide over his stomach. It took him a moment to realize that it was Ember's hand. It felt so nice against his skin. "She must be asleep." He thought at first before he saw that smirk on her lips, and the flicking of the tip of her tail. His eyebrow raised as he realized that she was only feigning sleep. James decided to let her have her fun as she seemed to really be enjoying it, and to be perfectly Honest. James was enjoying it too. He was thinking of ways to aid her in her little game, but to do so without letting her know he knew what was going on. Looking her over, He wanted explore her body as well, but the Gentlemanly upbringing in him prevented that. He stole a glance down at her generous swells, and smiled. Watching them raise, and fall with her breathing. After a few moment, James decided it was time to let her know she didn't have to put on airs if she wanted to touch him. That she was welcomed too. She would be the only person James ever gives this privilege to. He pulled her into a tight embrace. Feeling her breasts smoosh against his chest. He brought his lips to her ear, and whispered. "You never have to be afraid again Ember. I'll protect you always, and stand by your side." He kept the embrace tight, and loving as he wrapped one his legs around hers possessively. Burying his face back into the crook of her neck like he did last night, and nuzzled her affectionately.They wouldn't have long to enjoy this embrace as the intercom rang by the head of the bed. James groaned as he reached over, and picked it up. "This is the Captain....I see...I want all hands below decks, and hatches sealed. No one above deck without absolute reason. We can not waste time going around a storm, so we're going to plow right through it." He stated before he hung up the phone. With a sigh, he looked back at Ember, and nuzzled her affectionately. "I hate hate to leave such a wonderful position, but It is time to get up, Ember. I have to get to the bridge." He whispered regretfully before he wriggled himself out of her embrace. He felt cold without her, and wanted to dive right back into her embrace. He hated to leave her, but he was needed, and a Captain can never shirk his duty.James started to shed his uniform to put on a fresh one. Removing his shirt, and undershirt along with his trousers, and underwear until he was completely naked in front of Ember. He was going by routine, and didn't seem to remember she was there. Though the feelings of Ember in his arms, and her body pressed against his body had his body tingling, and his manhood stood fully erect for all the world to see. James was quite well endowed, and it showed mightily. though as he slipped on his trousers, his manhood was hidden from view and returned to normal. Ember was having fun exploring her captains chest and stomach, she almost jumped when she felt him wake up but she was able to keep herself still. the sweet sweet words the captain whispered to her made her desire for him burn even brighter then it already did. when he wrapped himself around her she held onto him tighter then ever as if she was afraid he was going vanish from her arms.Ember whimpered when James got up to answer the voice thing on the wall, she made a mental note to ask what that was called. then James mentioned the word "storm" and said he was going trough it! this couldn't happen the ship would be torn apart!"you cant go through a storm! it will sink your ship, the storms here are very bad."in truth the storms were about the same as those on earth but no ship on this world could stand up to storms like those James turned to Ember, and gave her a smile. He was happy that she seemed to care for him, and his ship. "Please don't worry Ember. The Wisconsin is mightier than any storm." He said softly as he sat down at the bed's edge with her, and wrapped his arms around her. Pulling her close. Loving how warm her skin was, and how it felt for her body to be pressed against his. He held her for a blissful moment before he had to stand up. Pulling on his uniform top. He quickly buttoned it up, and returned his gaze to her. "Will you please come with me." He asked as he extended his hand to her Ember still feared that the ship might break but her captains confidence was infectious, especially when he encased her in his arms in that moment she believed he could wave his hand and make the storm vanish. when James pulled away Ember watched him like a hawk as she dressed himself, no matter how hard she tried she couldn't look away from him, when her offered his hand Ember took it willingly and let him pull her to her feet."how could your ship survive a storm though?" "She will survive cause sheHasto. Cause your people need her to survive, and reach your homeland." James stated simply as his hand gave hers a gentle squeeze. "Let's go to the bridge." he stated as he led her out of the room, and towards the bridge. On the bridge, it was a buzz with activity. "CAPTAIN ON THE BRIDGE!" one of the officers barked as everyone came to attention. "Carry on." James stated as he brought Ember to a large overstuffed Chair. "you can sit in my Seat." he stated. The Bridge was complex, and it had a series of large windows that gave the occupants a panoramic view. Just behind her Seat, There was an immensely armored Room called the "Pilot House" Where the ship was actually steered. In the distance, the angry grey storm clouds could be easily scene as well as the churning seas. "Have all preparations been made?" James asked his XO. "yes sir. We're ready." Harding replied. "Very good. Take us in." James stated. The Ship continued straight for the storm.Iowa Class Bridge:Spoiler: Click to Show/HideExternal View:( house:(~bzee1a/USS_NJ/DBZ_5475.jpg)( the seas began to get choppy as the ship started to pitch, and yaw. The bow splitting the great waves that tried to impede the ship's course. The ship groaned, and squeaked in protest to the strain it was under. However, it didn't buckle, or bend. It forced its way through the storm as the crew worked to keep the ship going. There were times that the Bow would completely submerge into the water only to burst out moments later like a great leviathan. The waters rolling off the deck, and being blow up into enormous mist by the wind. It was terrifying, and awe inspiring display of the ship's power. James came to Ember's side, and placed his hand upon hers to reassure her. He gave her a confident smile. He had no doubt in his ship or crew. Ember reluctantly sat in the large chair, which made her small frame seem even smaller. she watched and listened as James asked questions and gave orders as if it was a normal day and the sky was clear which completely baffled Ember to no end that is until they actually hit the storm. Ember couldn't believe her eyes as the ship seemed to break the waves as if they were nothing, or that's at least that's how she saw it. when James placed her hand on hers she quickly took hold of his arm and held it between her breasts"this ship, its as powerful as a god."she whispered just loud enough for her captain to hear What Ember did was the last thing he expected her to do. His face grew bright red as he looked down, and saw his arm nestled so nicely between Embers plump breasts. he bit down on his lower lip as he could feel the heat in his cheeks that signified that he was blushing. He couldn't help but remember to the few times they embraced, and how nice her breasts felt against him. He suddenly wanted to know what those breasts felt pressed against his bare flesh. What her body would have felt like. It took him a few minutes to force enough blood back into his brain to actually comprehend what she said. reluctantly, he had to remove his arm from between her bountiful bosom, but he didn't let go of her hand. "yes, the Wisconsin is quite powerful, but she is still a ship, and the sea will always be the strongest." He stated as he gave her hand an affectionate squeeze.It would take about a day to get through the storm. All the while, James stood upon his bridge like a pillar of strength. No matter how bad the storm gotten. It felt like if James was there, then the storm couldn't touch the Wisconsin. The Seas slowly began to calm down as they left the storm behind them, and the first stars could be seen in the evening sky. The men visibly relaxing as it was apparent they survived the storm. "Check for damage, and have damage controls initiate any repairs needed." James ordered. "Aye, Aye Captain." Commander Harding stated. James smiled at the professionalism of his men. Particularly in front of Ember. "Excellent. Hopefully it would be smooth sailing for now on." He mused to Ember as he smiled at her. "Would you like to join me for Dinner?" He asked politely. as the storm rages Ember came to realize it wasn't the ship that had all this power, it was just a hunk of metal after all, it was James through the whole day he stood there and gave orders which were carried out instantly and accurately like his word was the law. her eyes never left him as the storm battered their ship with everything it had. when it was clear they were past the storm James gave a couple more orders before turning to her and asking her to dinner"are you sure you want me there? remember what happened last time you asked me to dine with you."she smiled at him playfully and rose from the chair, her tail swishing back and forth James gave Ember a warm smile, and soft chuckle as she teased him a bit about what happened last time when the two ate together. "Please believe me, Ember. There is no one I rather have at my table than you." He stated before they left the bridge. Dinner was going to be a light affair tonight as the storm prevented the Cooks from doing the normal schedule meal. So tonight, a creamy tomato soup, and some sandwiches were made for the crew. Something simple, and quick to eat as many were zipping in, and out so they could return to work. The Wisconsin took on some water cause of the storm, but the ship's bilge pumps were draining it relatively easily. As like the previous night, James pulled out Ember's seat before taking his seat. The Mess attendant was there quickly to serve them, as well as the other officers that could pull themselves away for dinner. Ember's eyes barely left the captain as they walked to the same place they ate dinner before. after looking at the food she was pleased with the food before her and her stomach quickly agreed as it remembered she hadn't had anything to eat since last night. holding her stomach she said"I guess I was hungrier then I thought."with a smile to her captain she started eating a sandwich James chuckled as he heard Ember's stomach growl. he returned her smile as he started to eat his soup, and sandwich as well. Sadly, the majority of the dinner was discussing the ship's operations with his Officers that were seated at the table as well which left James, sadly, little time to give Ember his attention. For the most part the discussion was positive as really the most detrimental thing that has happened was a bout of Seasickness by a number of the crew, but now that the ship was in calmer waters, they were recovering quickly.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Elsewhere, Ember's Father, Draconis, was in a battle. It was a battle of Wills with Ratilla, a messenger, and servant of the Overlord. He was sent to fetch the princess for the Overlord, but Ember managed to flee on her people's fastest ship, theDawn Wings. "Lord Draconis, I don't see why resisting us looks so favorably to you. It really is much simpler to relent, and join the Overlord's Empire. You'll still retain governorship of your people, but you would simply be answering to the Overlord. And in return, your people would be granted the same protection, and benefits that all of the Empire's provenances cherish, and enjoy." Ratilla stated. Draconis towered over Ratilla by nearly 4 feet, but that didn't mean that Ratilla was defenseless. No, quite the opposite. He was very agile, and deadly with his twin daggers.Draconis glared down at the Rat. his powerful arms crossed over his large chest. His wings folded perfectly tight against his back as he held the regal air of nobility. "My People will never bow to the likes of you, or your Master." He declared. Ratilla simply chuckled. "Such bravado, King Draconis, but will you be so willing to endanger your people, or...your beautiful Daughter? Draconis's eyes narrowed. He didn't like that Ember had to flee the kingdom in order to stay out of the Overlord's clutches, but they had no other choice. Should the Overlord capture Ember, and force her to marry. Then by Ancient laws, The Kingdom would be long to him. Ratilla knew this. that is why he sent his fastest ship after the Princess. "It is only a matter of time, King. Should you need me, I'll be on my ship." Ratilla stated as he excused himself from the Throne Room.Draconis snorted as if to get the foul odor of the rat out of his nose. Moving to a near by balcony that overlooked the harbor, and the great Crystal bridge the stretched over the entrance to the Harbor. Just beyond it a great armada blockaded the entrance to the Capitol. He growled in anger, but there was also a hint of worry. Worry for his sole daughter.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------James invited Ember back to his cabin after dinner to discuss plans for when they arrive, and to simply enjoy some quiet time with this beautiful young girl. Once inside, James closed the door, and began to pour some water for Ember to drink. "Please, have a seat where ever you like." He stated, but there wasn't many options. It was either the bed, or the chair behind his desk. "Here." he said with a smile he sat down close to her. "I'm not going to sugar coat things, Ember. So far from what I understand of the situation. When we reach your Home, There is going to be fighting, and a lot of it." He stated with a sigh as he sipped glass of water. The Wisconsin has massive amounts of Firepower, but until I see what is waiting for us, I can't give a good estimate on our effectiveness." he stated as he seemed to stare into space. In his mind, he was going over a thousand different plans, and alternate plans for this mission. There were a lot of Variables that had to be considered. One of the more unnerving ones was Magic.Setting his glass down, James moved to sit right next to Ember. James was quite a moment as he looked at her. Her beauty never ceased to amazing, and entrance him. "I promise Ember. I promise I will help your people to the best of my ability. You have my Strength, and power to back your cause." He whispered as he looked deeply into her eyes. James's arms slowly enveloped Ember's petite form. Pulling her as close to him. "I will protect you." He whispered right before he leaned in, and gently pressed his lips to hers. Instantly it felt like his body was on fire, and James loved every moment of it. It was official, he had fallen for this beautiful Dragon girl.

Roaring Seas (seekeroftruth22 & Mac84)

𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲⌇bear & wildwolfking246

𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 { "lightbox_close": "Close", "lightbox_next": "Next", "lightbox_previous": "Previous", "lightbox_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox_full_screen": "Full screen", "lightbox_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox_download": "Download", "lightbox_share": "Share", "lightbox_zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox_new_window": "New window", "lightbox_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" } ​A majority of her life the Fire Nation had been a symbol of fear that made her feel small. The feeling didn't change when they'd invaded the small settlement her family had been resting in, even more so when they'd laid siege to it and destroyed everything in sight. It was the power and the fear that had driven her away from them, the feeling of being small in comparison to them. The woman that stared at herself in the mirror now didn't look like the frightened child she'd been when they'd captured her. Her eyes moved over her own face, her skin delicate and pale and her eyes a vivid stark red in comparison to her dark hair. It was because of her appearance that she was fawned over here in the Fire Nation, perhaps even why her life had been spared. By appearances she belonged to them with her traditional fire nation looks.It was her spirit that would never be changed by them.Bao had done her time in her teen years as a servant to the Nation. Her hands had been injured and bruised as she slaved in kitchens, taught how to dress properly and be presented so that she could serve the war heroes their meals when they visited. It wasn't until she was a woman grown that she saw more of the Nation, saw the underbelly that she'd heard in whispers and comments. It wasn't until then that she found that one piece of herself that had been taken from her so many years ago.Power. She had yet to meet a Fire Nation man that didn't crave it in some way, to control a woman in any way that he wanted. More than that, they all quietly craved to have someone else take that power back from them. It was in the world of taking the power back from good, strong Fire Nation men that Bao flourished.They had taken everything away from her and seemingly overnight she felt like she had control back over herself and over them. They turned their coin purses out at her feet in exchange to give up responsibility, give up choice, give up everything to be under her control. It was an intoxication unlike anything a drink could provide, her status changing quickly in the world. Her hands weren't bruised and wrinkled from dish water, her rear grabbed only when she permitted it to happen. Bao the servant girl died the first night she donned leather and took a position as a Mistress, a title she'd learned to love when it dripped from their mouths so sweetly.In two years she'd made a reputation for herself and gotten enough riches she didn'tneedto render services anymore for as long as she lived. Now it was because she enjoyed it, took more pleasure in it than money ever could give her. There was something delicious about bending a man to her will and helping a man to explore pleasure through pain...Delectable. Tonight would be a pinnacle point for her career as a Dominant, her sights already set on a goal that had previously been unattainable. The Banished Prince. While the Fire Lord was entirely out of bounds for the parties she attended, there was nothing more delicious a thought than getting her hands on the one that would ascend the throne. He had been just a boy when he'd been banished from the Fire Nation, and Bao herself had been just a servant that was invisible.Time had changed their paths entirely from when they'd last both been in the Fire Nation, Bao having moved from squalid shack to a lovely home in the rich section of the Fire Nation, her lifestyle lavish enough she could have passed for royalty herself. She was someone who rightfully could contend with him, her position high enough that they'd be in the same social circle. But no, tonight was an event that would put him right where they were supposed to be. A celebration, of sorts, a welcome for him back to the Fire Nation that would allow him as a man to see the Fire Nation for what it was. Her invitation had come for it already, her fingers playing with the gilded edges of the scroll before she set it down on her vanity, sliding her furred overcoat on over the scant black dress she'd opted to wear for the evening. One solo delicate gold chain necklace hung loose around her neck, a string of glittering rubies dangling down between her ample breasts to catch men's attention.She'd chosen her outfit carefully, her heeled shoes high enough to put her above most men that would be in attendance, a quiet assertion of her position above them. By the time she arrived to the party it was already a lovely evening in progress, low conversations between people creating soft murmurs all around the room as they waited for the table to be set. Bao scanned the room for the Prince, only slightly disappointed that he hadn't arrived yet. She selected a glass of wine for herself as the platter was passed through the room on the hands of a servant, a position she herself had once been given. Oh how life could change. Quiet and observant, she placed herself away from the door to wait, sipping the wine thoughtfully as she listened in on other's conversations. Like Bao time had been a fickle mistress for Prince Zuko. At only 15 he had been banished by his own father for daring to speak out against what he believed was the callous discarding of the lives of an entire regiment of freshly trained, patriotic fire nation soldiers in a diversionary maneuver. It was this first grave mistake of his which would see him face not the instigating general but rather his very own father in an Agni Kai. In punishing his son's perceived "cowardice" for begging forgiveness rather than dare try to harm his very own father, Ozai left the young prince both permanently scarred and forever stripped of his royal birthright...though the latter only being permanent should he fail to locate and bring back the Avatar as his prisoner. Almost all those around him thought it a fool's errand seeing as the last Avatar had disappeared nearly a century ago, but for Zuko it was the last shred of hope he had of being welcomed back by the only family he had ever known.It had been nearly three years since he had last set foot on fire nation soil, and now thanks in part to his sister's cunning duplicity he was considered a valiant hero for killing the Avatar. He should be content in himself and his lot in life...and yet he wasn't. Had regaining his honor been worth so eagerly betraying the Avatar and his water bending concubine under Ba Sing Se? Betraying his utter bleeding heart of an uncle Iroh, the only one in his family to ever shown him any fatherly affection or prioritize his well being aside from his now long missing mother? He didn't know, but he was home at long last...perhaps that should be enough after what he had already been through in his life so far.Unlike his sister Azula, Zuko had grown to despise parties of any kind. All they were was opportunities for fire nation merchants and nobility to butter up he and his family members as well as grovel at their feet...frankly to him there couldn't be anything more revolting in the whole of his homeland. "Zuzu try and smile now, father's eyes will be upon us almost constantly...you especially. Wouldn't want to disappoint him after all "you've" done in his name while abroad now would we?~" Came the silky and yet still serpentine voice of his younger sister, the apple of their father's eyes who was supposedly born lucky where he apparently had been lucky to be born as father had once proclaimed when he had felt particularly resentful of his very own son and now re-established heir.This evening he and his sister had been dressed similarly to their father in royal robes, the prince somewhat chaffering under such heavy and conservative attire after spending the last year in clothing which had allowed him such a great degree of freedom of movement and not made him sweat uncomfortably anywhere warmer than his tepid homeland or the cities found at either poles of the planet. Collectively this discomfort in addition to his present emotional conflicts left the prince coming off as a more than a little irate toward everything and everyone around him...that is until he spotted her.He had seemingly been quickly abandoned by his sister after they had made their entrance which had seen him wearing an only moderately forced looking faux smile, the former exile's eyes cautiously sweeping the throng of those in attendance before finally coming upon a most...unsettling yet also beautiful woman. Sweeping his gaze over her from head to toe he would find her dress unusually flattering for the occasion and her posture rather proud, he would dare say arrogantly so. He didn't know why exactly but she stood apart from the common boot lickers around her, perhaps he would have to make her acquaintance. After all Mai wasn't in attendance so he was free to socialize he wished as it was his party...within reason of course. He didn't know why, but his body unconsciously tensed when their eyes finally met, her crimson gaze meeting his one good eye with it's almost non-functional companion seeming to leer at her as it was incapable of any other way of presenting it's sight due the greatly damaged tissue which surrounded it. In an evening to impress the Nation and formally welcome the young Prince back it was no shock that his family would have expected him to be dressed to impress, the man in full regalia. How cumbersome. Though there was by all technicalities a smile on his face it was not one that was worn with familiarity and definitely not one that looked comfortable on his skin. The smile didn't meet his eyes and at best he looked... Highly uncomfortable. He could have been picked from any crowd based on his scar and his scar alone, but the way he was dressed defined him as above the rest of the nobles and higher class Fire Nation citizens.She knew his attention was on her when their eyes met, a familiar spark between the both of them. The trap had been delicately laid and already he seemed to be in it. Tonight's passion play wasn't going to be about her going to him and capturing his attention as most others in the room would be doing once he was noticed. No, that ploy was for those that wished to beg his attention. She wanted him to beg for hers.Bao tipped the wine glass to her lips once more, ensuring that her eyes met with his again before they traveled down the length of his body and back up again, meeting his gaze with the hint of a smirk on her mouth. Time for the dance. Instead of approaching, she let herself wander to a different area of the room, in sight of him but still where he would have to work through the crowd. He'd been hunting the Avatar for long enough sure he would be able to hunt down one little minx of a woman. Bao added herself into a conversation being held over the boy, ravishing in the hushed tone of it all. Such a scandal it was that he was returning from his banishment, the noblemen making suggestions on what they thought he'd done to return.A lovely seed, She thought to herself, slipping from that conversation and instead into another one, hearing the praises of Azula being sung highly. The golden child of the Fire Lord, a true savage creature in the battlefield. Azula was as frightening as she was powerful and even the nobles couldn't deny that she had a certain look to her that was... Different. Here, the conversation didn't mention Zuko and held no information that was pertinent. Her eyes found him again, another slow smirk as she moved herself again, swirling herself away from the conversation and instead opting not to find another. When, not if, he found her she wanted the conversation between just them. Looking her in the eye he could almost immediately tell that she was very likely baiting him into some form of snare. Typical, the first person not to immediately run to grovel at the feet of his family and she appears to want to play some sort of malicious game with him. Well at least he could make things entertaining for himself by showing her two could play at her little games.For a brief moment or two she would feel she had lost his interest or that it had perhaps been stolen by another interesting minx...that is until she saw him come from behind a column not far from him despite that fact that he seemed to be ignoring her as he seemed to drift through the crowd as well as from conversation to conversation seemingly in a mirror of her own actions. He had to admit, despite not knowing what this woman wanted with him or his family she was at least giving him an avenue for no small feeling of playful excitement this evening. Not that he let his excitement be externalized of course, no that would be like dangling a juicy steak in front of his savage lion of a sister and expecting her not to pounce upon the one holding it.As she finished swirling away from her last momentary bit of fun she would find she had somehow lost her prey in the crowd. That is until something would push into from behind and a firm hand would be put on her shoulder and any attempt to turn around to have him foiled as he mirrored her movements once more. "I have to admit, you made me start to actually enjoy our little...dance around one another. Now then: What would be the reason you were trying to lure me through the crowds like you just hmm? You didn't approach to grovel like so many others like you...and yet you didn't seek to immediately leave the room out of some sudden feeling of fear. No...you were trying to lure me into an ambush of some sort. I would say my sister put you up to this as part of some cruel prank to humiliate me at my own party...but given your appearance I find it hard to believe she wouldn't fear you could somehow upstage her and therefore try to have you dispatched with. Well regardless, it seems that I have both granted you the victory you were looking for yet also managed to make us meet under my terms...not your's." He said with a hushed yet unusually amused tone despite his intimidating appearance."So if you're not one of my sister's floozies, just who might you be? Hopefully not someone under my father sent to make me commit some blunder he can pin me to the wall for again as seems to be a hobby of his." He added in those same hushed and now somewhat playful tones, only now releasing her shoulder and allowing her to turn around to meet him face to face. It wasn't often that she was well met in the games that she played, even less so that someone seemed to understand it was indeed a game she was playing with them until she'd had them reeled in and ready to drop their purses at her heels. Each time she thought she was luring him in closer he seemed to pull away, a frustration that led only ot more excitement that moved up through her spirit as she watched him. It wasn't until he disappeared from her vision that she feared she'd lost her target and the game was over, mild disappointment making her pause in her light pursuit. Bao had just started to prepare herself for another sip of her wine when something bumped from behind, the warm hand on her shoulder so tough she couldn't turn to face the man.His breath was hot enough that she could feel goosebumps rise on her arms. Her hand gripped the wine glass just a bit firmer, the soft smirk returning slowly to her lips. So he knew that he was in a game and he knew that she was planning on getting his attention, though he didn't know precisely what it was that he wanted. When the hand released, she turned to face him, her eyes meeting his without hesitation. "Mmm, so you've narrowed the options of what I can be to your sister's... What was it you said?Floozy? Or a pawn of your father's to pin you to the wall?" Now, pinning him to the wall wasn't entirely out of the question and certainly something she'd have to keep in mind for later conversations, keeping it as a small idea to savor."I was invited here to celebrate your...Gloriousreturn, Prince." She offered to him, finally taking the sip of her wine that she'd been desiring from before he put his hand on her shoulder, "Though yoursuggestionsdo sound quite a lot more fun than another dry dinner." Her eyes on him were electric, laughter in them just beneath the surface. He wouldn't know what she was referring to entirely, but she wasn't precisely being discreet with her reference to bondage. Making the point of closing the space between them, angling her body instead of coming straight on so that it looked more like a conversation and less like an intimidation tactic."Now, I know you've been away from the Fire Nation but please, do keep your manners. I'm aguestat your celebration here today, sweet Prince. Isn't it typical for the host of the party to entertain his guests?" In truth, he was already entertainment enough to keep her sated for the evening, but she was enjoying herself too much, "As forwhoI am, let me properly introduce myself." She offered him her hand softly, "Madame Bao." Her responses intrigued him, not because she definitely was playing coy but more because of obvious...suggestions made. "I mean no offense of course, it's just I have little patience for my family trying to meddle with my life more than they already have. As I said it would have been a pity to discover you were just one of their little puppets, which you're working so hard to assure me you're not with your flirting. Though I imagine you're about to half heartedly claim to disagree and think I'm making baseless accusations." She teased back at her, the look in his eyes almost mirroring her subtle excitement at the moment.Her eventual answer to his question drew a single dry breathy chuckle out of the prince, "Have you now? What would make my return so glorious if I may ask, after all I merely completed the task my father set before me in the name of reclaiming my honor. To cleanse the black spot apparently left when I foolishly suggested during a military council that an entire regiment of our nation's bright eyed young recruits are more valuable an asset to our antion's mighty army than mere fodder to be sacrificed for an ill-fated diversion that would see them slaughtered to the last man." He retorted, an eerie look in his eye and a small vaguely sinister smirk upon his lips as he listened to her next remark...which would only make his smirk begin to turn into a now vaguely unnerving smile."Why I don't believe I know what you mean with these "suggestions" you claim I've made with what I've said to you. Though given the look in your eye I can hardly now believe it's innocent. Careful what dinners you call dry, I hear the royal chef can be rather...proud lets say when it comes to taking constructive criticism. Then again I wouldn't be surprised if they haven't been recently replaced yet again for some minuscule mistake they've made in their meticulous work". He shot back at her, seeming to enjoy making it clear she isn't being as clever or subtle with her words as she might think she is at the moment.Her snarky remark only made him roll his eyes, "You accuse me of having poor manners and yet seems to forget a basic rule of ettiquette herself in calling me such a thing as "sweet Prince". Why should I feel any obligation to provide you any further entertainment when it is clear that you think of us as complete equals in our nation's social hierarchy hmm?" He asked back in a playful manner, quite amused by this woman who unlike so many felt no obligation what so ever to acknowledge the higher social status of a member of the royal family itself...then she introduced himself and all the pieces finally clicked into place. "Well now, I don't know whether to be flattered by the obvious if very subtle interest you've shown me or be rightfully cautious...or offended you deign to not address me properly given my station. Again meaning no offense of course Madame Bao, it's just simply that you are addressing to a member of the royal family and many see not using the proper forms of address as a rather bold choice of action." He continued in that same playful tone, taking her hand as gently as it was offered and miming kissing the knuckle of her hand to show himself to be a polite man without any possibly scandalous intimate or romantic undertones before releasing said hand back to her control. Anyone with eyes could have seen that the Prince was already leery of her interest in him even if it had been genuine, mostly because her eyes had set on him from the start but also from the way she'd intentionally wanted him to desire her. He was something proving already to be not quite like the others. The other Fire Nation men seemed intent on having her interest and keep her full attention, seeming to thrive beneath her coy demeanor and the fact she was usually utterly disinterested, he seemed to be bothered by quite the opposite. She was interested and he seemed... Suspicious, to say the least.More interesting than that was the breathy chuckle that he released, something far more sensual than it should have been given the words that followed it and the smile afterwards. It would have been frightening except for the fact it was shockingly arousing to have someone actually frighten her for once. The men in this Nation might have been weak but this man certainly wasn't. There were thing in his past that the Nation hadn't been told and it was the secrets of what he'd been through to make someone like this, someone so strong mentally that he came back with more balls than those that had seen war.More than his bravery was his ability to quip back at her, and than in and of itself was to be treasured dearly. He was polite enough to take her hand and give a polite enough greeting, her eyes on his as she took her hand back from his possession. "Pleasepardon my manners. I've been terribly deprived of having a Prince in my presence." She informed him, her eyes moving away from him to scan the crowd quietly, making mental note that conversations were breaking off more into people that were talking about either the Prince's return or the rumors that were flying about the Avatar still being alive.Bao returned her attention back to Zuko, snagging a glass of wine off a platter of a passing servant to offer out to him. "Let's celebrate your return, then, Prince Zuko. Your other guests seem to be more interested in creating their own stories about you and your... Adventure." She lifted her own glass, sliding in closer to him, her form nearly touching him as she lowered her voice so that her words were for them and them alone. "And meaning no offense... Prince... You haven't seen yet how bold my actions can be."She lifted her glass, a smile on her lips. "A toast to bold actions, hm?" The prince studied this woman as she processed his words. Yes he had heard the rumors about her, the least of which being her rise to prominence as the unspoken addiction of many a man amongst the fire nation's upper crust which had seen her acquire no small amount of wealth and influence in certain circles of local high society. How she reveled in wrapping these same men around her finger to the point that it was very likely if she asked a few of them to commit suicide there was a certain possibility that they would do so knowing it would please her. To say the very least, Madame Bao was a woman not to be trifled with nor someone you allow too close unless you were either a fool or out of such boredom that her services were direly needed. The prince no longer thought himself a fool and he certainly didn't remember having voiced any prior interest in her to anyone...so why was it that this veritable lioness of a woman was showing such obvious interest in him of all people even if it was wrapped in a rather playful little shell?He arched an eyebrow as his attempt to unsettle her appeared to work, though not exactly in the way he was expecting...not that he didn't enjoy this unique reaction so much more in all honesty. Yes she appeared rather frightened by his retelling of just how he had got the massive scar on the left side of his face, but there was something else mixed in there with all the nerves: arousal. He had intended to project an equal if not greater aura of menace in comparison to her by disclosing this information, a job he now seemed to have done perhaps too well given her reaction.As she took back her back from him her demeanor seemed to softened if only somewhat, the alluring minx asking his forgiveness of all things...not that she had needed to in the end as he rather enjoyed her informal and rather honest sounding. Glancing around to check neither his father nor his conniving snake of a sister were nearby, he leaned in close to the madame. "To be frank Madame, an apology is now hardly needed. Though I guess I should take it as a compliment that you of all people are enjoying having my company this evening." He remarked in a soft tone so only she could hear, shooting her an amused look.Delicately the wine as she offered it, he gave it a few cursory sniffs to make sure something hostile hadn't been slipped into it before gently swirling his glass to let it breathe a little. Her next words drew another low chuckle out of him, the prince turning to give the madame his undivided attention. "They are sadly nothing but preening peacocks, delusional fools and hopeless sycophants...unlike you of course madame, you're proving to be a rather intriguing specimen let's say." He commented, letting her slip closer and rolling his eyes at her bold words. "Have I now? You make it sound like I couldn't already be aware of such a thing and that's why I'm keeping my guard up around you. Well, you and my sister as you no doubt have learned her...intimidating reputation by now from someone amongst the nobility. Your interest isn't unappreciated mind you, I merely am cautious as I have yet to learn what has warranted it to come from someone such as yourself Madame Bao." He teased back at her, smiling at her now as she raised her glass."To bold actions and whatever to the future may hold." He said in agreement to the toast. Their play hadn’t even begun to start and already Zuko was more interesting than any general she could have put under her heels, possibly because he wasn’t someone seeking her services outright. When the evening died down and people started to indulge in services that were suited more for the private rooms upstairs, she knew that things would certainly get interesting if she could convince this proud and cynical man to come with her to a room. He was both a task and an intrigue, someone that was interested in her and proving to be more interesting than what she’d been offered to play with so far.The rumors she’d heard about the Prince had been what made her interested in him, his tenacity in the search for the Avatar and the return to his pride. Honor. It was something that made his shoulder stand straight and something that would also make him work harder than anyone else. He was perhaps the only one in the Royal Family that had any humility to his name, something that both his father and sister lacked in spades.It wouldn’t show much with the display he was putting on for her now, the man’s body language speaking more about how he felt than anything else. She wasn’t naive to the fact he was every bit as interested in her as she was in him, though he was more cautious in accepting her advances.“Oh, my interest isn’t unappreciated?” She teased softly, knowing full well that this was as offhanded of a compliment as one could give. “I should consider myself honored that you’re appreciating the time I’m putting into you. Most men would have to offer me tribute to keep my attention on them by now.” Her eyes scanned the room, gaze catching on those in the room that had been customers in the past, her clients the ones easiest to pick out by the fact they couldn’t hold her eye contact.He accepted her toast and she offered a small and rather mischievous smile at him, tipping her glass to her lips slowly. The wine had never tasted sweeter for her.“You’ve heard my reputation, and I’ve certainly heard more than enough of your reputation. I’ve heard many a story about your travels in search of the Avatar. Quite some scandals have been going on around you. Agni Kai with Zhao at such a young age?” She looked him over, “But, of course, I’ve heard of your temper as well. Have your coals cooled with age?”From over her shoulder she heard the call to dinner, the announcement made that dinner was to be served now and that the guests should start to find seats. The servants were finishing setting the large feast style table in the massive dining room of this entertainment house, her eyes moving to the dissolving crowd. She wouldn’t have much more time of semi-privacy with the Prince before they would be entirely under public eye at the dinner party and she did want at least one more thing with him.Bao reached into an internal pocket of her jacket, producing a small scroll lined with gold, bold enough to place it inside of his pocket for him, her hands soft and deft. “There are going to be festivities held after dinner. You’re of age to participate.” Her eyes met his, but briefly before she pulled away from him.“That note is my personal scroll. If you’re really curious about my interest in you and feeling bold…” Her eyes ticked over the entirety of his body, meeting his gaze again unwavering, “I think we could find plenty todiscuss.”As much as she was enjoying their strange form of flirting, she knew that it would be rude to not attend the dinner properly, taking a seat away in her place that had been designated for her. Her words and glancing towards certain men in the crowd would make the Prince snicker oddly enough, something that seemed to have come unconsciously seeing as he seemed a tad surprised in the immediate aftermath. “Well all the more reason I yearn to discover the root cause of your sudden powerful interest in one as possibly controversial as I my dear madame. It is a very rare occurence that I find myself being able to stay so readily at ease with someone I have just met...only to a degree sadly. We are still predators by nature after all so some healthy caution is still a wise choice of action I think you’ll agree.” He merely responded to her comment, offering her a similarly mischievous smirk as he first tasted his wine which he thankfully found rather enjoyable this evening.He fixed her with an only somewhat firm look as she remarked about a few of his exploits abroad, “ My my, quite the fancy you seem to have taken to me and my exploits. As for your question...well that depends on your intentions regarding your interest me to be frank. If you know so much about me you know I’m not like most of my male peers amongst our nation’s nobility so surely you don’t think me easy prey like those men who just avoided meeting you but a moment ago. On a related note, wouldn’t it be considered scandalous for a member of the fire nation’s royal family to be seen as lacking in their own personal inner fire? I don’t mean to come off as trying to dodge your question, but I killed the avatar in the name of being able to return home. Wouldn’t that be more than enough proof that my “coals” as you call them have not cooled to any major degree? After all, the present avatar is hardly an opponent to be taken lightly...or rather they were before I slew them in the name of the fire nation’s continued success in the war.” He put bluntly, his tone never becoming hostile but rather coming off as a tad confused why she would think to ask him such questions when the answer should be already apparent with no need for further explanation.The call to dinner distracted him just long enough that he only felt her hands slip something into the breast pocket of his robes as they just began to withdraw, the prince briefly holding firm to one of them as he met her eyes one last time.“Madame as someone said but a moment ago: You have not seen yet how bold my actions can be. I only hope that someone doesn’t prove so much more interesting than me while we’re apart that you decide to pursue them instead of I.” He merely remarked, giving the hand he held a final gracing of it’s knuckles with a hint of his lips in a courteous gesture before releasing it to allow her to leave him alone for now....It would be only once he took his seat close to the rest of his family that the prince would find himself in rather close proximity to the very woman who had subtly yet solidly inserted herself into his plans for this evening. “Odd, I thought my father said I would be seated next to the puppet he has keeping Ba Sing Se under his thumb.” He quipped in a low enough tone so only she would hear him as she no doubt turned in her seat to face him, letting a small gleam of amusement show in his one good eye. It was almost painful for Bao to continue to act within the restraints of the way civilized society expected of her, the mix of the young Prince’s smart mouth and his eyes an unexpected aphrodisiac and excitement to the woman as she continued their polite game of cat and mouse together. He was intent on finding out about what her intent was with him and truth be told, he’d initially been just another conquest but now… He was far more interesting than a way for her to move up the social ladder.The Prince was indeed vastly different from the rest of his family. Whereas Bao had never approached or dared to approach the Fire Lord to offer services, he was a softer version of the man, though not without his own intimidation and silent almost predatory power to him. Bao had to remind herself quietly he was still a fire bender at core and that would keep him fundamentally the same to most others of his nation.She’d hoped quietly she could have seen just a hint of the flames that was within him but he was more restrained than she expected, something she’d have to fuel him for in the future. There was power within him beneath the surface, something more that she wanted to find and unlock, whatever the price of that may be.The power showed in how brazen he was to return the energy she’d direct to him, his hand firm as it held hers in his grip, his lips warm near her skin. She could never get over how much warmer a fire nation man felt compared to any other, like the fires burned within their bodies as well as in their spirit. There was a momentary flash of something in her eyes, whether it was desire or approval it was hard to tell, but she did give his hand a squeeze before he’d let go of her.Someone more interesting than Zuko at this party? No, even heading to the table she knew that he would be the one she was going to put her focus on, though she wasn’t opposed to making him sweat it out a bit just to test the waters and see if he truly was interested in keeping her attention or if he just wanted to entertain her politely.There was more entertainment to be had at the table, her place had been picked quite well she realized as the Prince sat down next to her, the woman adjusting herself just a bit in her place. She truly couldn’t have placed herself in a better position and his dryly stated comment only brought a smile to her lips. “Odd indeed.” She agreed quietly, “I’d say that my night continues to get steadily more interesting.”Her attention turned politely to the Fire Lord as the last of the guests seated themselves, the man standing at his place at the head of the table. He was an imposing figure, commanding enough that even Bao’s brave tongue fell silent as he motioned for silence down the tables.“I’d like to thank each of you for coming tonight. We are celebrating a great victory in our plan.” He motioned to Zuko, “Princess Azula has assured me that her brother has dispatched of the Avatar. With the Avatar gone, there is nothing to stop us from taking the rest of the Earth Kingdom. Their last stronghold will be ours.” He lifted his glass, “Tonight, we celebrate Zuko’s return, and the beginning of our new Empire.”Bao lifted her own glass, much like the rest of the table, though her eyes had moved now from Ozai to Zuko as the man seated himself, satisfied that he’d done his duty to ring in the festivities. Servants milled around the table now, setting plates on placements and filling glasses to ensure that the guests were all prepared for the meal.Beneath the table, Bao was careful as she slid her foot behind his, the soft top of it sliding up his inner calf slowly. “An official congratulations is in order. How doyouplan to celebrate this personal victory? As crowned Prince yet again, I’m sure there are many hospitalities of the Fire Nation you’re eager to take part in now that you’re in your rightful place once again.”She was cautious in how high her foot moved, knowing that if she lifted it too high it would be apparent to everyone else at the table that she was playing with the Prince, thankfully the fluffy trim of her coat kept her motions disguised enough she had a decent range of motion to play with. Her response to his comment drew a very brief smirk from him, “If I could be so bold to say, you seemed rather intent on holding my attention this evening...and rather curious as to whether the feeling is mutual between us.” He said bluntly yet quietly, giving her a look that told her some part of her little game had been exposed by the prince.As Ozai called for silence Zuko could only internally sigh as his father played the part of the “humble, modest ruler” and profusely used “our” “ours” when really he meant “my” or “mine”. He almost sound as if he was genuinely happy for the return of his son, the very son he banished because Zuko dared to speak out against the senseless slaughter of good men in a veritable suicide mission that had no guarantee of it’s own success...that his son had dared to think differently from his father on any matter of state at all. In the aftermath of his grandfather’s death there had been hushed rumors that Fire Lord Azulon had perished not from old age but instead a poison slipped to him by an unidentified assailant, not that anyone would dare give credence lest the man’s successor have them possibly executed for promoting desertion during a time of national mourning. It was only after seeing the world outside the fire nation that Zuko was now able to even begin to think that perhaps those rumors might have had some truth to them after all.As the toast ended he would give a sideways glance to Bao as he felt a mischievous foot come from her general direction to begin to tease his leg , his scared eye probably only enchanting the glare he momentarily directed at her. “If I say I intend to get to know a certain fascinating madame I have had the pleasure of meeting this evening... Would that get you to stop your teasing so as to not give my father nor my sister hopefully any reason to be suspicious of the two of us?” He said in hushed yet sharp tone, Bao able to see that the prince appeared to be notably more on edge at the moment along with a certain fiery intensity in his eyes as his father’s attention was now free to be focused where ever he pleased. There was a small victory in her foot travelling up and down his leg and feeling that he didn’t pull away from her touch, a larger victory in that she was teasing him like this in front of his father and sister with war generals not far from them at the table. These were the same war generals that got on their knees and crawled like dogs for her, begging to kiss her feet as they put their money at her heels. But no, these pitiful men weren’t the ones that had her full attention dn the full force of her attraction, it was the one that was currently casting a glare in her direction, his sharp tone making her lips pull up in a half smile.“Is there something between us that they should be suspicious of?” She asked innocently enough, her voice low so that their conversation was reserved between the two of them. “I’m very honored that I’ve been allowed to be seated next to you, Prince Zuko. I did hope we could at least have some conversation during dinner.” Her foot remained hooked on the inside of his for a moment longer, lingering simply because she was enjoying the teasing game that was at hand before it returned, watching as the servants served the last of the meals, bowing themselves out of the room.Lord Ozai was the first that was permitted to eat, according to etiquette, and the rest followed suit, Bao herself knowing the relative routine of things that would happen for the evening. She was becoming ever more interested in the festivities that happened after the parties were over and people had been consuming wine throughout.Before she could start with more conversation with Zuko she was interrupted, her attention moving from the young Prince to the General that had spoken her name, “Lady Bao, it’s good to see you again.” He was a familiar face, one that she recognized as the boot licker and enjoying pain more than anything else.“The pleasure is all mine. I unfortunately never had the pleasure to meet the Prince before his departure.” She was polite and cordial, though there was a smile in her eyes beneath the cool demeanor of professionalism and courtesy.“The gardens at the palace have started to go into bloom.” The general commented, his attempt at vying for her attention, which did work to an extent, her brows raising just a bit.“Oh?”“I’ve heard that the blooms are the largest they’ve ever been.” He was eager to get to the point in which he would direct himself to inviting her for a tour through the garden, her smile polite as she was brazen enough to turn her attention instead to the Fire Lord.“Lord Ozai, with your Generals speaking so highly of your garden I’m not sure if I can resist. Could I have a private tour arranged?” She had never turned her charms on for the Fire Lord, he was a man she didn’t want to entangle with, rumors having it that his taste weren’t for women of her type anyways. He knew of her and she of him, but their worlds didn’t meet.“I’ll arrange it.” He was curt, but not rude, his amusement behind his eyes quiet. Her cheeky response only made the fire in his eyes grow more intense, "You know what I mean my dear lady, if you won't behave yourself perhaps I need to give you a stronger reason to. I might enjoy your company and conversation but do not take that as a sign that I'll let you humiliate me in front of my family" He softly hissed back at her, though she could see he was more frustrated than genuinely angry with her even now like a child dealing with a disobedient pet. He would be both relieved and somehow further perturbed when a certain general attempted to barge in on their conversation, the Prince directing a subtle but strong authoritative glare at him which he hoped would make the man back down post haste."Beautiful as they may be at the moment, the current blooms though will pale in comparison to those come later this very month. I personally would hate to waste Lady Bao's precious time when the gardens have yet to reach peak bloom and only a small fraction of their total beauty presently sits on display, making for an inferior experience to that which could be had if one is just a little more patient." He put boldly, a subtle predatory smirk directed at the man as the prince made it even more clear the interjection was both undesired as well as to be possibly punished in some way by the man personally.He however momentarily fell deathly silent and still when Bao dared to address his father personally, the prince merely looking his father in the eye in the immediate aftermath. "I often forget botany is one of your passions my son. It is indeed a pity the flowers are not yet in full bloom...Lady Bao if it is any small consolation perhaps you would like him to join you this evening so he could show you the other wonders our garden houses. After all it appears you two are getting on rather well for complete strangers and as your host this evening I would hate for you to grow bored somehow. I only hope he can provide the quality of entertainment you are known to expect when you deign to show yourself at formal affairs such as this." The Fire Lord remarked, looking Bao straight in the eye with an expectant as he awaited to see whether or not she would accept the offer he had put before her. Not that he thought she would refuse, he was both letting her sink her teeth into fare of a much higher quality than she was used and putting his son in a position where the rumors surrounding him and Azula's little friend Mai would only be made that much more...scandalous. She would be a fool to not accept. The game became ever more exciting when unexpected players entered into it, the general putting himself into something that he didn’t quite understand. He’d been an outsider of it previously, watching Bao’s interest in Zuko grow steadily at the table but not quite knowing what it was that had keep her attention on him. Was it power? He was ranking up and could offer her that. He was simmering in his own feelings of jealousy over the situation, knowing that he’d served at her feet several times before and still hadn’t been able to hold her attention without his money offered out first.He’d paid for the attention that she was giving away to the Prince freely… Or was she? Had he paid her off for her to play this game tonight? Had her services been extended to full escort services in which she would be seen in public with one for the right price? It was hard for the man to tell, but either way he knew that extending himself too far was putting him in poor favor with both the Madame and with the Prince, the look on his superior’s faces not mistaken.Bao could feel both the heat from Zuko’s chastising of the General and from his body, the natural flame inside of a fire bender only hotter when they were irritated. It was stirring to see that he was so worked up over someone else vying for her attention this evening, her smirk unmistakable as the Prince’s sharp but elegant tongue reminded the man the gardens were not at their peak.There was nothing that could have predicted the Fire Lord’s offer for Zuko to give her a private tour of the garden, her interest truly peaked now that she had an offer quite literally too good to refuse. Bao had to reign in her expressions, though the smile that came to her lips was genuine.“Lord Ozai, I’d be a fool to deny a trip to the gardens even if escorted by a peasant. It’s truly been a pleasure getting to know the famed Prince, I look forward to seeing your garden this evening.” She accepted the offer graciously, her plans for the evening solidified now more than they ever had been. Her interest in Zuko aside, the gardens were something she’d wanted to see since she’d been a servant and heard rumors of their beauty, a goal obtained now.Her younger self wouldn’t have believed the truth of her life now if she’d been told it when she was still serving tables, but it was something she had to be proud of. The general across from her had been successfully cowed and she knew now that her attention on Zuko was not entirely unnoticed, though she didn’t seem to mind that others observed her attention on him.Ozai’s comment did have her interest in Zuko rather renewed, the woman sipping her wine politely and allowing him to eat without her pestering him for a moment. It also gave her time to mentally assess the night, knowing that things hadn’t exactly gone the way she’d planned, but it was still entertaining nonetheless.“I never would have expected that you have an interest in the gardens.” She commented, a polite and truly innocent enough conversation starter, something that wasn’t her attempting to get him beneath her skilled hands, “Your Lord Father was kind enough to allow servants to bring me some of his blooms from the royal garden. If the flowers I’ve culled from them are anything to go off of, I look forward to seeing the garden in its entirety.” She would watch the Fire Lord give a small smile. “A fool indeed you would proved yourself to be if you had refused, I only hope my son controls his tongue more than he just has lest he offend you in some way.” He simply quipped before turning his attention from the two of them, the prince visibly relaxing as his father eye went elsewhere.Her now rather innocent remark would make the prince smirk at her a little. “What sort of man would I be if I wasn’t sufficiently cultured as a noble should be? That Father deigned to grant you such a gift though does make me wonder though, after all to my experience he never gives a gift merely out of the goodness of his heart...there is always something expected of the recipient. Perhaps I’m overthinking the gesture though and he merely meant to show you his favor for some reason unknown to you and/or I.” He quipped, turning his attention back to her for the most part yet keeping some upon his father lest the man direct his attention upon them once more for whatever reason.“It would be my honor to show you the gardens honestly, though it has been almost three years since I myself have set foot in them for...obvious reasons. It is rare a guest to the palace shows such interest in the place nowadays, so many are instead sadly too preoccupied with how to curry the favor of my family and similarly self-centered pursuits common to we nobles. It’s a shame really, my mother had hoped that more people would relish having such an elaborate and varied example of nature’s beauty here in the capital itself.” He replied in response to her comments, seem to be back to the light playful mood she had had the pleasure of witnessing earlier. Zuko’s observation on the fact his father wasn’t one to give gifts freely was an apt one, unsettling in fact to the true nature of the gift that had been given. Bao’s lips pressed together just a bit more firmly, twirling a piece of food rather taking a bite. Oddly enough her appetite was gone, Bao respectfully turning instead to musing over her wine glass. The flowers had been a message as much as they were seemingly a gift. She’d been just a servant when she’d seen the first of things that she was supposed to, and a dominant when she’d seen the rest.Her eyes met Ozai’s temporarily before Bao looked away, taking a swallow of her wine glass. “Sometimes a gift is merely a gift.” She commented, trying to breeze past the fact his observation was frighteningly close to the truth. Ozai was satisfied that she remembered her tongue was best kept still and she was also thankful to discuss the gardens instead of the implications of Ozai’s flowers.The thought of the gardens in their full beauty was far more pleasant, her natural smile almost as lovely on her lips as the coy one that she normally held. Zuko talked about the gardens fondly enough that she did believe he had a true interest in them, something that would be interesting to see in person once they were on their tour of the gardens themselves. His last comment caught her attention, her gaze moving from her wine cup to his face for just a moment before looking away politely.“I think if you look hard enough there’s plenty of beauty in the capital.” It was an agreement, though she wasn’t talking about the flowers, her gaze looking the opposite way down the table as her foot touched his softly, the touch subtle but enough. “Perhaps one day you would like to see my own personal garden. It doesn’t hold a candle to yours, but it’s enough to be proud of.” Her response to his words made him arch an eyebrow, not exactly needing to see who she met eyes with to know she made eye contact with his father. This should make him even more wary of getting close to this woman, but for some reason he didn’t. If anything it made him even more enthralled. “Perhaps, it’s just not a common occurrence in my experience.” He merely said in a low tone so only she could hear which was accompanied by a knowing looking.He allowed her to shift the topic to the gardens themselves as it seemed to put Bao back at ease, her smile indeed as lovely as it’s more playful counterpart. He arched an eyebrow as his comment about his mother’s motive for creating the gardens seemed to catch her attention.“I would have to agree. Sadly for most external beauty is all that matters to them, when it is the beauty that lies within one’s self that should be given equal if not greater value. If I may be so bold to say Lady Bao, you have an abundance of both.” He remarked softly so again only she heard his words, hoping his humble compliment would help to put her back in a more light and playful mood as he shivered a little as her foot snuck out to touch his yet again.“I would be honored to see your garden when you next feel up to hosting visitors. It might not rival those here at the palace, but a garden does not need to be elaborate nor very large to be worthy of instilling pride in it’s owner I think you’ll agree.” Keeping the conversation away from the implication of the gift was her main goal and thankfully Zuko didn’t seem to be a dog with a bone as she’d heard him described before. Part of the draw to him was that he was a tenacious creature, a fighter as much as he was a Prince and an apt man when it came to commanding. Hot headed though he may have been with his crew, he was someone that wasn’t to be trifled with when he had a task at hand, shown in his ability to do the impossible -- Kill the Avatar.Bao quietly hoped that tenacity would be in her favor soon enough, any man that could spend years at sea in search of nothing would surely be just as tenacious in the bedroom. Though fire nation men were fiery and passionate, it seemed most needed a rather detailed roadmap to get an idea of where the clitoris was on a woman.With the conversation moved adeptly away from what she didn’t want to talk about to something she was far more familiar with, her shoulders eased just a bit and she was able to maintain her appetite enough to finish her meal, her plate taken almost immediately by one of the ever observant servants. They were similarly quick to refill her glass until she waved them off, pulling the glass away from where they would assume it to be in fair play for endless refills.Zuko’s quiet compliment was enough to bring a smile to her lips, though she kept her gaze down the table away form him, keeping the attention from the fact she’d returned to slowly and subtly playing with him under the table with her foot, never going high enough for her leg to be noticed beneath the table, but enough that it was an interesting game. She stopped after a moment, though only because it seemed that the dinner was drawing itself to a close, most plates removed from the table and glasses at the point people were indulging beyond their limits, some guests already intoxicated that they were louder spoken, grating on her nerves already.“I’ll be sure to send you a proper invitation. My flowers aren’t in bloom yet, I’d love for you to see them when they’re at their peak.” She told him, swirling her wine in the glass for a moment longer before she set the glass down entirely away from herself, opting not to indulge any further if she wished to keep her wits about her and continue to enjoy the time she was spending with Zuko.“Prince, if you are not obligated elsewhere, I would be very interested in seeing the gardens. Would you care to escort me?” As she seemed to return to better spirits the prince subsequently returned to his own meal, subtly challenging the foot playing with him as Bao seemed content to mostly ignore him for the moment. It seemed she was quite the interesting individual truth be told, especially since his father of all people seemed to have taken such a vested interest in what was once a simple servant girl. Zuko had of course heard the rumors by now...of how more than a few servant girls who had gotten close to his father always disappeared a short time later. The fact that Bao had not disappeared herself made him think that his father's curiosity lay in more practical realms, after all one such as her was living proof that unlike was commonly believed one was not limited to the station of their birth. If the prince was to wager a guess, the flowers had all too likely been a gift as well as a warning regarding the ambitiousness of their recipient. A notion which struck a chord with him as it had brought back the painful reminder of how his father...dealt with people like Bao and the prince's younger self if Ozai felt he needed to do so.As she began to speak again the prince turned toward her to again give her his attention, "I'm sure they will be quite the sight to say my dear lady. I only hope I provide sufficient company on my own as my father and sister rather...busy people as you surely already know." He remarked, knowing she would get that his subtle implication given what they both knew about both Ozai and Azula. As she rose to get up from her seat she would find herself quickly joined by the prince. "Even if I had obligations elsewhere those have likely been since superseded. It appears you forgot that my father has already volunteered me to be your escort for that very purpose Lady Bao...not that I wouldn't enjoy the experience regardless. Is there any sections in particular you would like to see first?" He commented, putting out his arm for her to take if she wished before he started to lead her toward the gardens.In the moonlight they would soon find themselves between burning braziers that outlined the exterior of the great hall and a almost shoulder high wooden palisade overgrown with ivy that constituted the outermost wall of the royal gardens themselves. "I'm sorry to have put you on edge earlier by asking about those flowers, I think I know what father meant by them...but I'll leave it at that. I'm still surprised you wish to continue to spend the evening with me of all people to be honest, but I guess I should be thankful that a woman such as yourself would be interested in me not for money or to curry favor with my family. I just have difficulty imagining what makes me so attractive to someone who's not only beautiful without peer but also possesses an intelligence well beyond her years. I apologize if it sound as if I think you have malicious intent toward me, it's just living with a family such as mine has taught me to be wary of anyone who shows sudden interest in me for no immediately clear reason." He said in the air mostly as they finally entered the gardens, his tone telling her he was still nervous as to why she had devoted so much time and attention toward him this evening. With them excused from the table and able to pull away from Ozai’s watchful eyes, Bao was able to get a slight relief and feel herself ease back into the way she’d been when they’d first met. She accepted his arm softly, enjoying the warmth and strength of his body through the clothes, allowing herself to press in against his side as if they were already familiar. In truth, this motion was in part because she enjoyed the close proximity, but she also enjoyed the jealous look shot at the two of them as Zuko escorted her from the table. The General had gotten perhaps too comfortable within the paid relationship they’d been in, something that she’d allowed to go on for too long. The man was starting to believe that there was something viable between them outside of what he paid for and that… Well, that wouldn’t do.“Why don’t you show me what you think I would enjoy.” She offered, giving him a chance to show what he thought she might would like.Compared to the noise of the party, the quiet of the gardens was a breath of fresh air, the moonlight casting harsh and cold light down on them both. THere truly was no beauty like the gardens of the palace in the fire nation, the plants delicately cared for by servants and having been nurtured by the previous Queen herself. She was yet another mystery in the world of the fire nation, whispers of her disappearance with Ozai’s rise to power perhaps one of the more insidious ones. Just like the servant girls, she was gone with little to no trace of where she was sent.She was quiet while he talked, her eyes moving over the gardens slowly as she chewed over her own thoughts. He had every right to be suspicious of someone interested in him, namely a woman of her status. Her hand squeezed his arm softly, a small assurance without using words. “I’d have thought that my reason for interest in you would be rather clear. You’ve been observant of many other things, I’m shocked you haven’t noticed.”Bao turned her head to look at him, her eyes moving over his face slowly before meeting his gaze again. “Your reputation precedes you here in the Capital. In a lot of ways you are and aren’t like your family. You’re tenacious to a fault, strong, ambitious. However, from what I’ve seen you aren’t cruel, calculating, or manipulative. All of which are qualities that I’m interested in. You haven’t seemed to crave your power from a position of wanting to take it away from others as much as to claim your place in the world… Have my observations been correct?”She stopped now, turning inward to face him, their bodies close enough that she was nearly pressed against him. “Have you not noticed that I’mquiteattracted to you? Or should I make that more clear for you?” Her answer to his question made him freeze up for a moment. “Hmm, in that case perhaps we should start in the center then and work our way through the four sections my mother organized the gardens around.” He remarked, leading her to the center of the gardens which was marked by a large ornamental fountain at the center of which stood a stone sculpture of the long missing Lady Ursula.The way she worded her response to his questioning regarding her interest in him made the prince quirk an eyebrow at her, “I would hate to presume to know what caused you to be so interested in me, hence why I just asked . Unlike that boisterous general I am rather unified to having a woman show interest in me, especially one such as yourself Lady Bao.” He offered with a simple shrug, trying to come off as modest rather than oblivious.Her further explanation would pull a smile out of Zuko who met her eye with a look of both amusement and deepened interest. “Well now, it seems my sister might finally have a rival when it comes to putting one’s self in the most advantageous position possible. Your observations are indeed correct, a true shame you were born not of noble blood. You would make a more than competent spymaster...or spymistress in this case.” He teased, letting her get even closer.Her suddenly husky words caught him off guard for the briefest of moments, blush coloring the prince’s face before he suddenly pinned her back against the nearest lamp post. “Attraction can take many forms my dear...so perhaps you should make it just a tad more clear what you mean when you claim to be quite attracted to me.” He said in a suddenly rather mischievous sounding tone, the gleam in the prince’s good eye telling her that he was rather amused by her answer and wanted to watch her squirm just a little from his sudden aggression as his free hand came up to her shoulder to gently hold her in place as he waited to see how she intended to express just what sort of attraction she get towards him. The center of the garden afforded them more privacy than anywhere else, a small luxury that Bao counted in her favor in a moment like now as they discussed items that were things she wouldn’t ordinarily bring up in public. The Prince might have originally been simply a piece of interest but meeting him in person had solidified her interest in him wholly, the woman already turning it over in her mind on how to get him similarly interested in herself as she was in him.It seemed that she didn’t need to push but so hard, a sharp gasp coming from her as he pinned her against a lamp post, her eyes locking on him as she forced her face to stay neutral. “Young Prince,” She breathed his title, her eyes staying static as she felt her own arousal growing between her legs, her free hand sliding up to cup his cheek softly, brushing over the edges of the scar before she leaned in close, her lips close to his but not quite touching, “Allow me to be explicitly clear.”Her lips pressed against his warm and soft, her leg coming to lift and wrap around him, drawing him in close as she pressed her body into him. She didn’t just want him, she wanted him beneath her strong and confident hands, wanted him to be subject to her will. Her lips pulled away from his after a long moment, savoring the flavor of his mouth. “Your father isn’t watching… Your sister isn’t here…” Her hand moved from his cheek, down his chest, following the natural curve of his stomach before resting on his hip.“Do you want me to show you how, precisely, I want you?” As she gasped she would hear a small snicker come from the prince, “Madame Bao, it appears you didn’t believe me when I told at dinner that you had yet to see how bold I could be.” He merely shot back, shivering only a pinch under her gentle touch as the gleam in his eye only grew in amusement as she tried to remain in control of herself.As her leg curled around him to press her body to his she would suddenly feel his hands shift downwards, one arm moving under her ass to cradle and support her now obviously unbalanced body while the other moved to caress her back under her coat as she moved to kiss him to which she would find him an eager participant.As she pulled away from the kiss she would find a new glow in the prince’s eyes, one that seemed rather hungry for something. “My my, it seems you are indeed quite taken with me if you want me all to yourself despite us having only just met this very evening. Mind you I think I’m finding your passion and bluntness to be just as attractive as the rest of you.” He said to her in a somewhat snarky tone, clearly enjoying their banter despite the fact that the hand at her back had moved to stop her hand for the moment.“However my dear if we are to proceed any further I would like to know what I am to you. I’m no fool as you can no doubt readily tell, and knowing your reputation I fear that you might get the mistaken impression that I can be made your obedient pet like you have with so many of your...patrons. Though perhaps I’m wrong to think you bear malicious intent toward me. While your interest in me might be founded on admirable feelings, being who you I can only feel uneasy as to what sort of relationship you wish to pursue with me as you have made it clear it will not be a paid one like you and that presumptuous general who thought he held any valid claim to you.” He quipped, wanting to know her intentions before he would allow them to go any further. The Prince was indeed shocking with just how bold he was proving to be, the warmth of his body pleasant against her own and the feel of his hand against her pleasant as he cupped her and gave her support. Even without them having made an agreement on what precisely their relationship was just yet their bodies were already communicating, Bao shocked in the fact she’d not just participated in the kiss, but hadenjoyedkissing him.Kissing had always been a chore for her, something she did simply because they were begging for it and she gave them a reward. It wasn’t an act that she had ever been particularly fond of but something about the way his lips tasted, the natural attraction that had been forming… This wasn’t going to be the standard relationship she had with a man.More shocking was that he stopped her hand from travelling further, shocked that a man had stopped her from something sexual when it was perhaps the only thing men had ever really desired from her. She quirked a brow at his question, though it was all a valid line of thinking. What was he to her? She didn’t know quite what she felt about him, didn’t know quite how to feel about the attraction. Everything had all started in her interest in the Prince as a new patron but he wasn’t anything like the rest of the men in his Nation.“You aren’t anything to me, yet. Not in the way you’re asking.” She was blunt, but that was the honest answer. He wasn’t a submissive nor someone she was dating, there was however a clear interest in the other on both sides, “As for what I’d like to pursue with you…” She didn’t fully have an answer on that, he wasn’t the type that would submit to a woman, not in the way that men typically did for her, but he hadn’t lost interest in her even with knowing what he did of her, “I’d like us to explore new territory together.”Her eyes moved over his face slowly, “I’d like us both to be satisfied.Trulysatisfied.” Her reaction to his touch made his smirk only grow more intense. True they didn't know what they were just yet, but the feelings this woman was instilling him was making him more and more interested in her by the minute. As the kiss had broke he had watched her begin to slowly process what seemed like unexpected emotions likely caused by a combination of his boldness and their present circumstances, the prince more than eager to see where things would go next. God when had been the last time he had been excited to see what the future would bring? Far too long that's for sure.Her blunt answer would elicit a look of disappoint and confusion from the prince for the briefest of moments, so brief in fact she likely was questioning whether that had been what she had just seen in his face. "It seems the both of us are a bit of a loss for words if I may be honest. You...I can't explain what it is about you, but you make me feel...at ease somehow, a rare feeling you can no doubt imagine given what you know about my family. Whatever this new territory we'll be exploring is, I would be more than honored to do so if it means getting to both get to know you my dear as well as spend more time in your presence. You've made this evening already so much more enjoyable for me so far and I only hope I've managed to do the same for you for the most part." He remarked, seeming just a tad nervous as his hands shifted so both his hands now cradled her ass and he kept eye contact with the lovely woman before him."Well then, if I may continue to be so bold as to say, it appears the madame has enjoyed my seizing of the initiative just now. But I imagine if we are to both be satisfied as you say you now desire it would be selfish of me to not ask how I can show you my appreciation of you given our present circumstances. We could always continue on our tour of the gardens if you like, or we could do something else in case this new development has led your thoughts elsewhere." He quipped, relinquishing some degree of control back to her so she wouldn't feel like he was looking to take all the power away from her in the moment with the look in his eye telling her the prince was still somewhat anxious with what was to come next between them despite also seeming ready to meet whatever was to come head on. There wasn’t enough time for her to fully process her emotions in regards to the kiss, much less time for her to think about what he said to follow it. She could understand what he meant about feeling at ease around her, she wasn’t much like the rest of the people he was around usually. She wasn’t after him for his power or for his money, didn’t want to deceive him and gain the upper hand in their relationship, though it was rather a given she did want to have the upperhand in the bedroom if it came to that.With the choice turned back into her hands of what they would be doing next and his hands on her ass, she thought it was rather clear of what they were both interested in. Her eyes on his as she tried to read his expression. For someone who was so confident as to pin her the way he did he didn’t seem to be as sure as for what else he would be getting with her. The hand on his hip gave it a gentle squeeze, fingers grasping his robes there to pull him in closer to her. “It’s been quite different to have someone try to be dominant over me,” She admitted, hand moving up his hip and side before sliding around to his back, her arm wrapping around him slowly.“I do wonder if you’ve ever let a woman take control of you.” She purred the words, leaning in to him as she let her lips brush his ear, keeping her words exclusive between them even with the privacy that the garden lent them. “Have you ever let a woman take your pleasure entirely into her hands? Given yourself up to her and let her lead while you relax and… Enjoy it?” Her body pressed into him soft and slow, wanting him to feel the curve of her breasts against him and the soft press of her hips into his.“I’d very much like to show you just how wonderful it can be to relinquish yourself to someone else.” She told him, pressing a soft kiss just beneath his ear, “But I would still like a tour of the garden. How about… You control our tour of the garden… And I make itpleasurablefor us both?” Her slow, almost methodical response to his attentions made the prince chuckle a little breathlessly, seemingly to lean somewhat into her touch as her hand trailed up his back. "Trying implies I lack the capacity to do so if I wish my dear madame. At present the only thing I am in face trying to do regarding you is to remain respectful as I can despite the no small amount of shameless teasing you've made me endure already this evening...while also possibly attempting to show you I am not one to be taken lightly unlike all those other men you've played like a well tuned instrument. " He remarked, still quite enthralled by their bantering back and forth.Her sudden shift in demeanor only made the prince roll his eyes, "Given what you already know of my family and my sister especially I would imagine you would already know the answer to that question. One does not survive life with Azula by allowing her to dictate terms of interaction...ever." He put bluntly, seeming to be unfazed by Bao's increasingly severe teasing for the moment as he took in her question. "You ask a dangerous and possibly rather scandalous question my dear. It would be only fair if I can ask you the same question, an answer for an answer. Not that I expect you to answer of course given how you reacted to my implication about my father's gift of flowers, it is merely that in that case I reserve the right to not answer the aforementioned in kind until such time as we can hopefully trust each other with such...delicate information." He continued in that same blunt tone, giving her a look that told her that he would indeed only answer the question when she was willing to answer it in kind out of an obvious sense of fairness.Her continued honeyed words made him smirk, "Well perhaps as we take our tour of the gardens you might tell me your reason for wanting me underneath you so strongly, I have said I am loathe to be made another of your playthings even if you are genuinely attracted to me to whatever degree. We have only just met this very evening and you refer to things that would require me to place no small amount of trust in you my dear madame, excuse me if that makes me feel defensive all of a sudden." He simply replied, appearing to be quite receptive to her advances though also keeping his guard up for the moment. "You allow me one form of control while asking me to allow you another...it's honestly a pity you aren't a diplomat, you're already proving yourself at the art of diplomacy. I'll agree to those terms for now, but I imagine that would require us to first disentangle ourselves given the position we are in now." He suddenly teased back, appearing to be back in a more playful mood despite the sense that he was still being guarded. To say the Prince was guarded was to give an understatement entirely to the way he was acting, her eyes watching the way he changed and how he moved. Everything about him told the tale that had only been whispered in back rooms when no one was listening, the scorned prince now returned to restore his honor. He was something that had only been a myth until he'd returned, someone that wasn't to be discussed and certainly not in the presence of the Fire Lord. It was a dangerous game she was playing with a catch such a this on her hands, but yet this game seemed even more exciting than the ones she'd engaged with up until now. Dominating men that gave themselves up to her so freely was one thing, but to take a dominant man and have him bend to your will entirely of his own accord...She could feel her own excitement starting to thrum between her legs, a tell of both the thoughts running through her head and his close proximity to her body. It was becoming a higher and higher goal for her to pursue him, but the game was on."My dear Prince, I'm interested in you for all the reasons you would think." She told him, she was going to tell the truth, though how much of the truth she would have to gauge based on him, "You're a handsome man of great renown. You've just come back from what I'm sure was a most dangerous of adventures... And you've managed to not only find the Avatar, but I've heard whispers in the dark that you've killed him. That in and of itself is extraordinary... But no, not all of that is why I am interested in this... Game we're playing."Bao leaned back away from him, her eyes on him that he could look into her face to see the truth for itself written plainly, "I've been playing dangerous games for a long time. I know danger when I see it, I can smell it in the air, feel it in my veins... And to pursue the son of someone who has been trying to gain entrance into my dungeons... That is a dangerous game... To have an actual interest in the person..." It would be terrible if Ozai knew that she was not only entertaining the thought of being with his son, but to be interested in him for more than just domination would be something else entirely, something that was more dangerous than fiddling with any of his generals. Bao was accepted only because she kept her business private... With Zuko, anything they did in public would become news quickly."You're different from the rest of these men. I'm curious to see just how different you can be." Her words would find Zuko arching an eyebrow at her, a small glint of amusement as well as an ever so slight smirk playing upon his lips as she called him handsome. "I don't know whether to be amused or offended by your little bit of flattery Madame Bao, after all my disfigurement is obvious and you no doubt have heard the cause of it and what it represents symbolically. I would also wager my father would possibly take great offense that you would call his...naive son handsome of all things." He mused back at her, rolling his good eye and half turning away from her as she admitted to seeing their flirting as a game no doubt similar to those she has played with countless others of his father's sycophants."If you're genuinely interested in me then you would understand why I wouldn't exactly be one for game playing when it comes to matters of the heart given my upbringing. My father and my sister might play those sorts of games but I don't you'll find, especially when I know your reputation. So why pay me any attention when my father could make you his bride?...after all he's clearly your ultimate goal here. I would merely be a lesser prize surely and I couldn't protect you as effectively from my sister's jealousy like he could. I also peg you as a woman who would abhor being bound by things like monogamy given how you've acquired the status you now possess..." He spat at her roughly, now glaring at her, seeming to be slipping through her fingers as he slowly stepped backwards away from her.

𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲⌇bear & wildwolfking246

Empire of Beauty (Mercurial and JMN)

Sylra Gayl stood to the left of the throne. He only half listened to the flurry of words the king spoke. That he was the focus of this interminable ceremony didn’t make it any less tedious. He suspected that humans didn’t hate long windedness as much as they claimed to. Else, why would they do this so often?He looked around the assembled crowd, watching the faces of the nobility. He focused specifically on those scheming to overthrow the king. He’d warned his successor about various plots, but he made one last scan of the crowd, trying to discern if he’d missed any. These people failed to recognize just how much their expressions gave away. Most of his access to knowledge that they thought was sorcerous was really just knowing how to observe.King Janus launched what Sylra certainly hoped was his peroration. He’d never thought of himself as an impatient man until he’d come here. It turned out that he was. You learned something every decade.“It is with deep regret that we see the term of Plenipotentiary Sylra Gayl come to an end. I’m sure I speak for all assembled when I express my sorrow over his departure. The only comfort is knowing that his voice will speak strongly in the councils of the High Kell, representing the interests of Henroth.”Sylra had no intention of doing any such thing. Once he left this backwater, he planned never to think of it again. It still astonished him that these creatures failed to realize that his people could barely tell one human kingdom from another and certainly weren’t interested enough to care whose interests destiny favored. The job of plenipotentiary had nothing to do with assisting the kingdom involved. The only goals were to ensure the flow of tribute remained uninterrupted, guide any warlike tendencies towards other humans and away from the High Kell, and to prevent any outbreak of Chaos. Or even mundane chaos. The High Kell had no interest in justice, only peace and quiet on their borders.“We realize that Plenipotentiary Gayl is handsomely rewarded for his services by his own people. Nevertheless, we feel compelled to express our gratitude for the grace he has bestowed upon our court. We thought long and hard about what gift we could possibly offer that would have meaning to one so far above us as a representative of the mighty Empire.”Whoops. This was unexpected. Sylra began paying more attention.“The only offering that could possibly stand out would be to give of ourselves. The beauty of the human race can not, of course, challenge that of the High Kell, but its youth allows it to stand out. Plenipotentiary Gayl, we offer you the services of one of our subjects for the span of her life.”Sylra forced himself to smile. He was technically a diplomat, after all. He turned, and gave the king a half bow. Confused mutterings from the hall reached his ear. “Thank you, Your Highness. I am sure that the human you select to send with me will prove most entertaining.” And easily disposed of. The last thing Sylra wanted was another human commoner cluttering up his household. The poor things could be had for almost nothing anywhere within the Empire proper.“Plenipotentiary, we would never think ourselves capable of understanding what it is that one of your people finds most pleasing. We ask that you select your servant according to whatever criteria you wish. All we can do is offer you your choice of any subject of Henroth.” The mutterings grew in intensity. This was most unusual. “We are sure that you can find someone in our country with the youth and beauty, the intelligence and the bearing, necessary to be a fitting representative of Henroth in your home.”Sylra covered his momentary hesitation with another bow. Now he understood. Janus wasn’t giving him a gift. The king was using him as a political executioner. A few among the nobles realized this shortly after Sylra did. He took some pleasure in watching the anger and, yes, fear crossing some of those faces.He momentarily considered refusing, out of sheer perversity, but a sense of duty won him over. He had to admit, Janus had been quite clever here. He slowly scanned all of those in front of him, as if he were seriously looking them all over. At last, he focused on the one figure central to this drama who didn’t realize the role she played.Sylra strode down the steps of the dais, approaching his target. He hoped he was doing a sufficient job of keeping any sense of menace out of his bearing, but he doubted it would do any good. He felt a fleeting moment of pity for the girl, but let it go. Janus was correct. This one was worth keeping, and he enjoyed thoughts of taking possession of her.He stepped in front of her, and she looked up with fear and confusion in her eyes. He taller than most humans, and this one only came up to the middle of his chest. He reached out with his long, slim fingers and lifted her chin. “Duchess Lucinda,” he said quietly, gaining pleasure from her cringe. “You are, without doubt, the most lovely and vibrant young woman in all of Henroth.” There were tears in her green eyes and her long, red hair swayed from her trembling. “I will take you away from this, and show you wonders and beauties that your people can scarcely imagine.” Which was true, though enjoying those wonders was something else. “Do you know the codicil of the Treaty of Understanding between the Empire of Kell and the Kingdom of Henroth that pertains to educating youth within the empire?”The girl shook her head. That wasn’t surprising; the codicil hadn’t been invoked in eight generations of her people. “It states that the Plenipotentiary may request one of the royal blood to journey to the Empire, there to be treated as a member of a High Kell household for as long as it is deemed necessary.” He brushed a strand of her hair aside in order to look directly into her eyes. “In my final act as the official representative of the Kell Empire, I request that you travel back to the Empire with me. I shall treat you as an honored and respected member of my household. You will learn the wisdom the Empire has to offer, and can guide me in assisting your kin back at home.”Sylra smiled down at her, as a predator who has cornered his prey. He doubted that Janus’ ploy would help him as much as he hoped. Removing his nearest heir certainly disrupted the plans of his enemies, but if he failed to produce his own child, they would find another. But that was no longer his problem.The tall Kell bent down and kissed the crying girl on her brow. “Welcome to the Empire,” he whispered. ( Lucinda had been listening to the send-off of the High Kell ambassador with what could have best been described as polite disinterest. Standing quietly near the King, her small entourage behind her, she was dressed in a deep red formal gown nearly the same color as her hair, which set off her bright green eyes and pale skin. Considered a beauty of the realm, she was unmarried. Heir to the throne, until Janus had a child at least, her hand was a prize of great value, it's winner...not yet determined. It was important she be here, be seen - and just as important that she remain uninvolved. Her cousin the King was growing suspicious of her, and despite her assurances to the contrary - that she was in truth his ever loyal subject and content with her place in the world, she knew that he viewed her as a threat.Perhaps she'd talk to him with this was all over. Make some gesture of good faith. Raise another regiment for the King's Guard, commission a warship in his honor. She might even ask him to choose her husband to be from among his loyal retainers.Her musings on statecraft, vastly inferior to those of Janus or the Plenipotentiary, were interrupted when Janus announced his parting gift. He had been planning it for days, excitedly anticipating the ambassador's reaction, keeping the exact nature of it a secret better guarded than the royal vault. He was giving him aperson. One of the king's subjects, signed away like she - she assumed it would be a she, for what man, even a High Kell could resist having their own personal maid and doxy at their beck and call - was no more than a horse. Her surprise spreads as he outlines the full nature of his gift - it could be any of them. It was absurd, for the King to do something like that. If the Plenipotentiary picked a noblewoman...her family would rebel, surely, or at least he would earn an enemy for life.A glance passed between the King and the High Kell, and her heart froze in her chest as he approached her. Looking up at the towering Kell with wide, panicked eyes, she mouthed "No, please.." as he tilted her head up. She winced slightly as he named her, tears beginning to trickle from her eyes as she began to quiver like a leaf. His words of treaties, ancient obligations and fostering were lost in a confused swirl. How could this be happening?She sobbed once as he kissed her forehead, looking around her in panicked desperation."Cousin! My King please...help me. Someone help me..." The assembled nobles stood still as the Kell assumed a slightly more possessive grip on the girl, glad it was not them that the King had so carefully sold off. Reaching out for friends she knew as a child, she weeps, tears flooding down her face, turning to the High Kell."Please don't do this my Lord. Have mercy..." "Mercy," Sylra murmured, as if to himself. He spoke quietly enough that only Lucinda could hear him. "Mercy. What a delightful concept. Perhaps I shall try it someday." His fingers still pressed her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "I will make sure that you are present to witness when I do."There was a hush in the crowd. In a moment, the whispers would start, offering opinions of Janus' largesse and his political acumen. The more jaded among the nobility would would amuse each other with lurid speculations on the nature of the education the Kell would provide. The king sat, stony faced, upon his throne, unreadable to all. The others were still enmeshed in the spectacle of the elegant Plenipotentiary take possession of the now former heir to the throne.He offered her a wintry smile, and then raised his voice. "Come, Duchess, to my chambers while I finish packing my things." He gently stroked her cheek. "We can send your chambermaid to fetch any small items of sentimental value you wish to take with you. You won't need your clothes or jewels or anything of the sort." He ran his right hand down the fabric of her dress. "I will garb you in things far finer than this." There was a hint of contempt in the last word, and the backs of his fingers brushed the tip of her breast so lightly that it was invisible to the rapt onlookers.Sylra settled his hand between the girl's shoulder blades and started to guide her towards the doors of the throne room. "Come." His smooth, musical voice wove a glamer. It did nothing to reduce the fear, but his words were oh, so compelling. The woman trembles as he speaks of mercy, his voice, his manner, sending a freezing lance of fear down her spine. His tone suggested that such kindness would be rare for one he had...claimed. She blushes slightly at some of the more lurid suggestions about her fate that could be hear in the murmurs - Lord Ralston, who she had rejected as a suitor, was particularly creative in regards to the combination of her flexibility and anatomy. She would have been outraged, had she not been thinking similar thoughts about whatever poor wretch the High Kell had claimed - before it turned out to be her.She gave the King a last frantic, pleading glance - there had been a time when they had been friends, and even estranged, for him to have sold her off to a foreign official like a prize horse...her thoughts are interrupted as his hand brushes lightly, invisibly down her breast, his tone cold. She let out a faint, breathless gasp, shuddering at his touch. Feeling his hand settle firmly and unyielding hand between her shoulder blade, the firm pressure compelling her forward as powerfully as the glamour.Stumbling in front of him, she is led sobbing to the expansive series of rooms that made up his chambers. Once the door behind them shuts with a tone of certain finality, she looks up, forcing herself into something resembling composure, desperately trying to steady her trembling."My...My Lord, may I beg you for a small favor? N...Not for myself, I understand that my fate is yours. But for my servants..." King Janus looked at Lucinda just before she turned to leave. She can read his lips as he mouths, "I'm sorry." There is a look of deep sorrow on his face.Sylra's rooms were stripped bare. Two trunks sat in the middle of the drawing room. He smiled at the girl with amusement. "Of course you may beg. Just make sure that you learn to do it well. An incompetent beggar inspires only contempt, not pity. The pity is essential to having any hope of getting what you beg for. I suspect that you have little experience with proper begging, and really are asking whether you can plead to me for your servants. Pleading is quite different than begging, but you shall learn. I sense that you are very bright for your race.""Also, once we are gone from this place, call my Sylra. My people have no use for the ridiculous titles you humans bestow upon each other." He shook his head. "Pretending that respect and authority can be contained in words. So silly." He turns and heads for another room. "Now, you just wait here. I am going to change out of these clothes and into something more appropriate for one of the High Kell. I will so enjoy not having to wear these bindings any longer. When I return, you may try begging."He disappeared through an archway. Duchess Lucinda found herself rooted to where she stood. She looked at the trunks, and was struck by the thought that they were awfully small for a great lord. There was a knock at the door, which pushes the unlatched portal open. Her chambermaid poked her head in and looked at Lucinda. Tracks of tears were visible on her face, though she had forced herself to stop crying."Your Grace. I was told that you needed me." The young noblewoman stands, listening to Sylra's explanation of the finer points of begging versus pleading, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that beyond his pleasant sounding words of being shown grander things than the kingdom she was born in could ever hope for, and the simple sounding treaty about the education of youth, her fate was destined to be far darker."As you say Lord Sylra". She keeps her tone respectful, trying to avoid doing anything to anger him, now that he held her life in his hands. She doesn't move from her spot, knowing she was rooted in place. Sighing softly, she looks about the bare rooms, surprised at the lack of possessions. Even the most austere of noblemen would have more than the two small trunks, at least for the long period of time he had been here.Seeing her chambermaid, she smiles gently, trying to keep her composure though her eyes are already red with tears."Oh Claire! You've heard. I..." she bows her head softly, willing herself not to break into tears again, not yet. "Please, I'm being taken from here, and the Plenipotentiary said that I could bring a few sentimental belongings. If y...you could bring me mother's ring, the pendant my father gave me and my diary, I...I would be grateful. Then get yourself to Baroness Sollway. She is a friend, and a kind woman. She would appreciate the service of such a skilled maid, and you will be treated well. Please, go..."Once the woman departs, but before her captor has returned, the woman crumples to a heap, her dress pooling around her, head in her hands, and begins to sob. The next thing Lucinda was aware of was a finger stroking her cheek. She looked up, and Syral loomed over her. He squatted on his heels to be able to see her better. With a delicate gesture, he raised his finger to his lips, and sucked her tears into his mouth. He smiled at her. "Delicious." He stood up and clapped his hands. "Come. It is almost time for us to leave. I wish to see this effort at begging. Let us judge your skills in the supplicatory arts."The Kell no longer wore human clothes. Instead, he seemed wrapped in robes of pure light. Shades of violet and lavender and silver swirled around his body in a pattern that seemed never to repeat itself. In the glow, his face was transformed from astonishingly handsome to something unearthly. His skin was still pale, his hair still silver and his ears still tapered to points but the whole was somehow different. It certainly wasn't angelic, but he was hard to picture as a fiend, either. He held out his hand to help the girl to her feet. Lucinda looked up at the looming High Kell, shuddering softly as he ran a finger over her cheek, watching quietly as he drew the finger into his mouth. He was..radiant, unearthly, like something the ancients would have described as a god. She wondered for a moment if those beings from legendwerethe High Kell.She placed a slender hand in his own and accepted his help up, running her hands over herself to smooth her dress, trying to compose herself. She begins, as he said, her display of the supplicatory arts."Syral," she pauses, feeling the power of the name devoid of a human title. "I...I know I am yours. You spoke of treaties, but I heard the king's words as well. I...I am property, for as long as I live." Giving voice to her condition once more brings tears unbidden to her eyes, and she continues."I do not know what I have done to warrant this fate, but it is mine. But please, I was a Duchess, there were many who depended on me who did not - did not expect me to be given away as a gift. They have done no wrong. They have children, and families, and I fear as the King divides my lands and estates that they..." she struggles, and seems genuinely worried about her retainers. "That they will be fallen upon by my enemies. Used poorly and discarded for the crime of being loyal."She looks at him, her eyes soft, pleading. "Please. An hour or two is all I ask, to ensure those closest to me are safe and taken care of. I..." she looks down. "I have nothing to offer in exchange, but please. They are innocent in whatever it is I have done..." He smiled down at Lucinda. "That was terrible. I can see that we're going to have to devote a lot of work to making you a proper beggar. The answer is no. That is not only because I enjoy denying you, and not even only that it would inconvenience my schedule. It is also that you can not help them." He touched her hair in a gesture that was both tender and erotic. "That you don't know why Janus has done this to you is, in fact, a part of the reason he has done it.""Consider this. Why would the king do this to you despite the fact that he likes you? If you can answer that, you can answer why it is that you pleading for your former servants on this day would do them more harm than aid. The knives are out in this castle tonight and anyone with sense is focused on immediate survival." The Kell stroked her cheeks, drying her tears. "There is an old tradition that a human to be fostered among my people would walk out to the carriage naked as a symbol of casting off your culture. As much as I look forward to seeing the body you have hidden under that gown, I will do one last favor to your cousin and set aside that enjoyment."He held out a pouch. "Your chambermaid brought these for you." His smile was that of an adult watching children play. "It was quite touching. She told me in no uncertain terms that I was neither to harm you nor molest you. I shall, of course, give no heed whatsoever to her orders, but it was impressive that you can inspire such devotion in your people. Return that favor and leave them alone." Lucinda fixed him with an even, remarkably steady expression for one in her state."I know why my King has given me away as a present. What I do not know is what I did to deserve such suspicions of treason, especially so grave as to throw me into slavery without even an instant of warning."She bows her head, conceding defeat. "But I understand. Thank you for hearing me at least, and thank you for allowing me a last moment of modesty among my people."Taking the bundle, she pulls it close to her chest, pressing it to her. It is the second time in as many minutes he had mentioned casually her nudity, or something related to it, and a small flutter of renewed fear took root in her stomach. She smiles softly at the mention of her made."I will miss Claire. She was a friend as well..." she nods her head. "If you say it is best that I simply vanish from my people's lives, then..." She looked down at her pathetic collection of possessions. "T...then I am ready to go as I will ever be." Sylra nodded. "Your danger to him required no treason onyourpart. But let us depart." He turns and picks up each of the trunks in turn and puts them into the pockets of his robes. Lucinda wondered how normal luggage fit into normal sized pockets. She didn't see the trick involved."You shall walk two steps behind me. I will walk at a comfortable pace for you, and I trust that I will not turn around and find you out of place." He opened the door to his chambers, which were now bare walls without even furniture. He stepped out into the corridor and onto the staircase down to the courtyard. A crowd had formed and watched their passage curiously. They whispered among themselves, and all shrank back as they passed. Clearly all wanted to see, but no one dared touch.Once outside, the Duchess saw a carriage unlike any she had ever seen. Its immense size made everything else shrink in comparison. It seemed to be constructed of a silvery metal and had elegant filigree that glowed with a bluish radiance. A team of four white tigers the size of draft horses stood in the traces, growling at the mere suggestion that someone would overcome their fear and approach. There was no driver on the roof.Sylra strode towards the monstrosity. This ended fifty years of service in Henroth, and few of the spectators had ever seen him in his splendor as a lord of the High Kell before. As he approached, the door opened, and a tall, indescribably beautiful woman stepped out. Where Sylra wore loose, flowing robes of swirling light, she was clad in scarlet and black under a tight fitting suit of mail made of impossibly fine golden links.Sylra smiled when he saw her, and spoke to her in a melodious language Lucinda had never heard. She chuckled. He reached behind him, and said, "Come here, child." Her mind still puzzling over his luggage, knowing the powerful glamour of the High Kell was undoubted, the Dutchess - she wondered briefly if she had been formally stripped of her title - nodded simply to his instruction, and followed him out into the crowd, trailing him ever so slightly. She kept her head bowed, not wanting to make eye contact with people she had called friends, out to see her led away in bondage, in fact if not in physical form.The carraige however caused her eyes to ride, and she stifled a small gasp. It was magnificent, an unsubtle display of the power of a grand nation, who caused her king - her former king - to bend knee. As the woman steps out, she pales softly. Next to her, even as one of the most beautiful women in the kingdom, at the very cusp of womanhood, she felt awkward, plain, utterly forgettable. Yet in her armor, and the power she felt, this woman carried an aura of power Lucinda knew she would never feel.Hearing his command, she steps forward to come beside him, her head bowed, shaking in fear once more. Syral put an arm around Lucinda's shoulders, drawing her to him. She felt a shock, almost electrical. "Lucinda, this is Coryzik. She is an old acquaintance of mine."The woman laughed. "I suppose that, in this job, I will have to mimic Syral's aptitude at diplomacy. What he means is that, for centuries, the two of us have fought each other, or fucked each other, or whatever other whims suited our mood at that moment in time." She stepped forward and placed her hand on Lucinda's head. She pushed minutely, forcing the girl to look up into her bottomless violet eyes. Lucinda felt Corizuk's long nails scratch along her scalp, not quite painfully. "So, Syral, this is your new toy. She is delectable. I am jealous, though I can't make up my mind which of you to be envious of.""May I have a kiss?" The scent of warm cinnamon filled Lucinda's nostrils. Drawn to Syral, placed between the two High Kell, Lucinda did indeed feel like a child. Or a doll. She arched her neck slightly as a powerful hand was placed on her head, gently forcing it up even as she felt the traces of the woman's nails being run firmly through her hair. Thoughts of the crowd behind her forgotten, her eyes flutter slightly in pleasure. Her eyes flicker to Syral at the use of the word 'toy' - he had not told her what would become of her, but she had begun to build a picture in her mind - and it was far from a noblewoman.Letting in a deep breath, the girl's lips part slightly, Syral feeling her quivering like a leaf in fear, anticipation, and sheer overwhelmed awe. "O...of course my Lady..." The girl seems not yet broken of the habit of using titles, but there seems to be a thread of genuine respect, true yielding when she speaks. Without releasing Lucinda's head, Coryzik placed the forefinger of her other hand across her lips. "I wasn't asking you, silly." Her skin was very warm."Indeed," Syral replied. "One, Coryzik. I realize you would like to keep me around as long as possible to entertain you, but I am looking forward to getting home."She offers a mock frown. "You are so cruel. Fine." As her head bent down to approach Lucinda's her hand snaked behind the girl's head and pulled her in. Their lips met, and Lucinda felt the Kell's tongue push ito her mouth. The girl blushes softly as she realizes it was not her permission that was being asked, and falls silent feeling the thin finger against her mouth. She tilts her head up again, and makes a muffled whimper of fear as she is pulled in, their lips pressing together, the girl's mouth yielding to the woman's probing tongue. Still held between them, Syral can feel her tense slightly, still trembling, held rather firmly in place by the two of them. Coryzik pulled away, licking her lips as she did. "Mmmmm. I think you are going to enjoy her, Syral. I am jealous.""I intend to. Now, I believe you have new duties to attend to. I'm sure you will enjoy the way the women here dress, seeing as how are required to dress likewise. And you are going to find that, under our rules, your bed is going to be distressingly empty. Enjoy your term of service, Coryzik." He pulled Lucinda to one side in order to let the woman easily pass. She gave him a look that Lucinda couldn't interpret.Syral then helped her up into the carriage. As Lucinda entered, she realized that it was even larger on the inside than on the out. The interior was a lavishly furnished drawing room, of a style entirely new to her. There was wine on a small table, half finished in a glass of impossible delicacy. Syral sighed, and said something in his own language. He sat in the stuffed chair next to the wine."Come, girl. Stand in front of me." Lucinda looks confused for a moment, puzzled and still dazed from the kiss. The two seem to be...rivals, friends, enemies and lovers, all at the same time, their conversation full of teasing, innuendo and subtle barbs. She simply sinks quietly against Syral, remaining quiet.The interior of the carriage causes the girl to gawk again like some wide eyed peasant whelp in the city for the first time. Her head is arched up to take in the ornate carvings on the ceiling, their strange and somewhat unsettling artistic style, when his voice pulls her back to the present. She goes to him, standing quietly before him, her head bowed, hands folded infront of her, the satchel she was given set carefully on a seat. "Now," he said easily. "Your walk to the carriage is complete. I wish to see what I have. Please remove your clothing." He waves his hand and the glass of wine is full. He picks it up to take a sip. His kindness, it seemed, had come to its end, as far as preserving her modesty went. It was considerably less humiliating than being paraded through the palace, but that was like saying it was preferable to be stabbed than decapitated.She nodded slightly, her grey eyes dropping to the floor. It was not an easy task to do - she had enjoyed the assistance of her chambermaid putting the gown on, and reaching behind her, slowly working the knots of lacing undone with her slender fingers took longer than was perhaps desirable for a purely erotic display. Soon however, the gown is off, pooling at the floor before she bends to pick it up, gently placing it on the seat. She stands before him in a matching corset that covers her pert young breasts fully and a pair of simple, fairly chaste underwear."My smallclothes as well?" she asks with a sense of foreboding.Assuming his command is an affirmative, she undoes the clasps on the corset, letting it fall from her, before sliding the underwear down her narrow but pleasantly curved hips, leaving her nude before him. Her sex is hidden by a small thatch of deep red pubic hair, her pale body shivering in humiliation and cold. "Indeed." He watched silently, with an intensity that made Lucinda wonder why she needed to take anything off at all for him to see her. When she was done, he sat motionless for two minutes, just looking, waiting to see if she would say anything. At last, he snapped his fingers. Lucinda felt heat on her back, and a quick glance showed her a brick fireplace containing a blaze. When she looked back at Syral, he commented, "Goosebumps would ruin the effect. At least those from a chill. At least this ridiculous set up she left behind allowed for a solution. As long as you do as I command, and answer my questions, the fire remains.""Now. Place your hands behind your head, and stand with your feet a bit more than shoulder width apart." He waited while she slowly complied, red with shame. "Elbows back a bit farther. Tell me what you thought of Coryzik." Her shivering stops, for the most part, once the fire is set, knowing that bit of comfort was conditional on her cooperation. She wondered if he needed...anything. Syral seemed impervious to much of what defined her life. She blushed, her cheeks a deep rose color with shape as she spread her legs a bit, knowing that behind her carefully groomed patch of hair, hints of her nether-lips were easy to make out. Her arms, which had been covering her breasts, rise, knowing the position leaves her breasts exposed and slightly thrust out. She had never been this way before a man, and shame overtook her."Coryzik...seems like a very powerful woman my Lo...Syral," she corrects herself quickly. "She is alluring, compelling, but felt..." she took a guess at the next part, going with her gut. "She felt less secure in her power than you. More in need to show it, or hint at it. Her entire hand on my head where you would use a finger to the same effect." Syral smiled the first warm smile she have seen from him this day. "Indeed. I am impressed." He looks at you some more. "I see now that you look a little bit like she did long ago. Different hair. She was always taller. But it is there, in the hips, the shoulders and the face." Lucinda wondered at this. It certainly was not a thought that had occurred to her. "I suspect she saw it much faster than I did. I think, dear girl, that she imagines you as competition. Be wary of her in the future. You will understand why by the time it happens, but remember this warning.""Tell me about your dreams. Are they vivid? Do you sometimes wake in the middle of the night, disoriented and unsure what world you are in? Tell me about a dream you had years ago that still haunts your thoughts and makes you wonder." Biting her lip as she stands before him, legs spread and hands held behind her head, she listens to him musing, confusion growing on her face. She thinks for a moment, her humiliation forgotten as she tries to follow his mind, although that the first real smile she earned from him coming from exposing herself and parting her legs worries her."I...yes Syral." She thinks back, stammering slightly in confusion. "I...there was one. I was a little girl. I was trapped. The room was small, stone, the only light coming from moonlight streaming in from a small window." She bows her head. "I was screaming, clawing at the walls."She shivers softly, and its not because of the cold. "I've never been so scared. When I woke up, my fingers hurt. I was fine but they felt...felt like they had been worn to stubs." "Have you had dreams where you changed things. Made them more suitable to your liking. Do you ever take control of your dreams?"Syral reached out, and traced a finger from the top of Lucinda's sternum all the way down to her navel. The touch was so light that perhaps he didn't make contact at all, but only stirred the fine hair on her skin with the breeze of his passage. She arched her back slightly at the touch, goosebumps rising from her flesh with the passing of his finger. She looks at him in confusion."I...rarely do I have such dreams. But sometimes, perhaps once a year or so? They are not always pleasant, but they always feel of my own making. May I ask wh..."She's interrupted by a jolt in the carriage. The ride is smooth - smoother than it should be - but not flawless. She lets out a frightened yelp as she is nearly knocked off balance in her awkward position. "May I sit Syral?" she blushes and ducks her head a bit. "Or if you would prefer, I...I could kneel." "Thank you for the offer, but no. I want you in this position." He stood up, and slowly walked behind her. "So, tell me about sex." His hands stroked Lucinda's flanks, from the outside of her breasts down to her hips. "What have you done, and more importantly, what do you know? Tell me what you fantasize about."He gently kissed the back of her neck. She nods, still unstable, trying to stay upright as the carriage rocks back and forth, blushing softly as his hands trace their way over her body, wriggling ever so slightly at his touch."I am sure it sounds simple to you Syral. I...I am untouched, save for the occasional girlish indulgence with Claire." She looks down, her voice turning a little sad. "I doubt my fantasies interest someone like you." "Nonsense. Your dreams, both nighttime and daydreaming, are quite possibly the most important things to know about you. More important than your beauty, certainly. That can always be changed. But your dreams are who you are." He ran his fingers back up the sides of Lucinda's spine. "Tell me what it is that makes you wet." She felt his breath in her ear, and he whispered. "Aside from myself, of course." "C...changed?" There is a tone of fear in her voice as he traces her skin once more, her voice quiet and timid."I dreamt at times of a handsome lord, his touch strong but gentle. Who I could please as his lady wife and see the satisfaction in his eyes."She blushes, lowering her eyes. "Girlish fantasies of things that will never happen." "Of course, changed. You are going to learn that the boundary between reality and illusion, as well as the boundary between the possible and the impossible, is not nearly so impermeable as you believe." Again she felt him run his hands down the length of her torso, spanning the width of her back. They continued over the swell of her ass and then curled in between her legs. They stopped right at the back of her labia. She could feel the light pressure of them, waiting there."Tell me, do you believe in gratification in the moment, or do you prefer to have to wait, and let the tension build?" As the High Kell's fingertips crest the curve of her rear to between her legs she tenses, closing her thighs on him for a moment before reluctantly opening them again, not wanting to tempt his ire.She trembles softly, feeling him posed as the entry to her sex. "I...I do not know Syral. I h...have never wanted for anything." "Truly? Never? For anything? No wonder you are such a poor beggar." The hand withdrew, and he came around to face her again. "And never had sexual encounters of any kind. I am exceedingly lucky. Janus clearly didn't appreciate just how valuable a gift you truly are." He placed his middle fingers on her temples, and slowly traced all of the lines of her face, from chin to hairline. "It is to be my pleasure to intriduce you to so many things. Desire. Pain. Humiliation. Ecstasy. Wonder. Deprivation. Joy. Despair. The entire panoply of life.Holder her chin, Syral bent down and placed his lips on Lucinda's. Looking up at him, her eyes wide as he kisses her, tears come unbidden to her eyes again, regarding him in her exposed position."I...I'm scared." She admits quietly, her voice edged with the familiar fear of the young woman. She seemed to have calmed somewhat, but once again she seems like a doe, unsure of whether to bolt. "I know. It's delicious, so this will be far from the last time I will make sure to frighten you. It's too delightful to give up." Syral pulled back and sat down. "Now, first things first. Let's be rid of these trappings." He closes his eyes, and the sitting room fades into nothingness, leaving you standing in the magnificent carriage. Syral is sitting on the back bench. The compartment was smaller than it had been, but there was still plenty of room for the Kell to stand up, if he chose, and move around you freely.Unlike the mahogany and burgundy tones of the sitting room, the carriage was lit by a bluish light. It was dusk outside, and Lucinda could see trees moving past.She realized that they were traveling cross-country, rather than along any road, making the smoothness of the ride even more remarkable."Tell me what you and Claire did together, sexually. I am most curious." The girl still felt the warmth of the fire on her back. The girl looks confused at the sudden change in scenery, her head turning from side to side, the casual power of the Kell both awe inspiring and terrifying. She bit her lip, trying to steady herself again, trying to ignore the scenery rushing past, and stay upright.He senses a stab of pain as he mentions Claire, the woman realizing for a moment she will never see her young maid again. "On colder nights I would call her to my bed - her quarters were so cold. She...she showed me how to bring myself to climax one night, and at times we would share each other's fingers, or mouths..."She looks at him, her cheeks flushed. "Syral...may I ask what I am, truly? A...a slave? A concubine? Something else?" "Something else." He sips from the wine, which did not vanish. "Something that really has no word in your language. You are a slave, true, but also more than that. You will perform the duties of a concubine, but that is only a small part of your purpose. You are also a student. More than anything, you will learn. You will learn about the world beyond what you have seen. You're life will be, if you will permit the term, as a philosopher-whore. Unless you are far weaker than I suspect, you will gain some measure of power. How much, it is far too soon to say."He looks at you, as inscrutable as ever. "Play with your breasts for me. I wish to watch you demonstrate what you know." The girl frowns, hearing his answer. Uncertainty is clearly not something the girl cares for, and philosopher-whore didn't sound like something she truly understood what she would be. She nods however, understanding this is likely as much as she will get until her fate is truly something she experiences.Her cheeks still colored - someday she would lose her shame at such modest acts, but not today. Cupping her modest but pert breasts in shaking hands, she presses them softly upward, running her thumb in gentle circles around her nipples until they harden. He notices she presses her two orbs firmly against her chest, apparently enjoying the pressure as well. The man watches, face still. "You were of marriageable age. Tell me, who in the court would you have wanted to marry, given a choice? Or, alternatively, a foreigner."He dips his finger in the wine, and holds it out towards you. "Lick it off my finger." A tiny drop falls, and makes a stain on the silvery carpeted floor. The woman thinks for a moment, the question a complex one. She cannot settle on an answer, so asks again, thinking it would be better to be certain in her answer."A...as a woman, or with the political considerations of a dutchess?" As he answers, she moves closer to him, still cupping her breasts, and lets her tongue slide out from between her lips, licking the wine away. "As a woman. Your political considerations are no longer of any importance to you. Your considerations about you are very different." He dips his finger and offers it again. "Slide one hand down between your legs. Sensuously." "I," she blushes softly, reminded that she was no longer a woman of power. "I had a fondness for Lars Halsted." The captain of the kings guard, and indisputably a handsome man.Licking the drop of wine again, she traces the curves her her belly and pelvis to nestle between her legs, shielding her sex with a demure but alluring look."May I ask a question of the woman we met earlier? Why did you talk of our resemblance, or that she would view me as a threat?"" "She likely sees you as a threat in part, because as you observed earlier, she feels somewhat insecure. She's young, and she'll learn. She fears your potential and what you might become." He leans back in his chair. "Now, kiss me. Make it as sexually passionate as you can." That seems to boggle the young woman's mind. She was a slave, the woman a High Kell, and the only reason they hadn't met naked as the day she was born is some shred of mercy from the man who...owned her.Their differential heights allows her to simply move beside him, still standing, and press his lips timidly to his. She presses their soft, moist skin to his own, closing her eyes and parting her lips slightly, her tongue running along the surface of his lips, mimicking what she had seen and heard of, trying to coax his tongue out toward her yielding lips. He took hold of Lucinda's head, and separated their lips. "We have as much work to do here as we do with begging." He tilted his head slightly, and leaned forward to start another kiss. He held the back of her head and let his tongue slide into her mouth. The kiss lingered and Lucinda felt something stir inside herself. At last, he broke contact. "There. You will learn that." The girl moans slightly at the kiss, and when it breaks, she looks down, her face beset with an expression he had not yet seen from her. Disappointment."I am sorry I so disappointing Syral. It seems I was poorly prepared for my life, new or old."The girl looks discouraged. If nothing else, she hoped that in doing as he asked, he might be kinder to her. "You have confused criticism for disappointment." There was a hint of warmth in his voice. "We do not lack time in which you can learn. In fact, I find your innocence delightful. You have so much less to unlearn than so many others I have brought on this trip." He rolled her nipples, the first time he had exerted more than the least possible pressure on her skin. She gasped softly as he rolled the pads of his fingers across her nipples, blushing deeply. "Yes Syral...t...thank you." She regards him with curious eyes."How many others have you taken before me? A...and what happened to them?" "Three hundred and four. As for what happened to them, it runs the whole spectrum. Some never figured out how to do the slightest manipulation, and remain drudges." He reaches between your legs and plays with your lips. "At the other end is Coryzik." The girl shudders softly, moaning in pleasure, unsure of how to respond."She..." Her eyes widen and she loses track of her thoughts for a moment, trying to hold herself together despite his skilled manipulation and mild teasing of her sex. She looks astounded, confusion written all over her face. "Who was she?" He slid a finger inside her. "A girl. There was nothing special about her, other than that she looked a little bit like you. But, if you choose to dream, that is how high you may dream." He holds the penetrating digit still. "Now I shall give you a choice. Which would you like first, answers or pleasure?" The girl's eyes widen slightly as he feels her slip inside her, and she shudders softly in pleasure. She answers in a way she hopes is pleasing, fueling his fondness for her dreams."I...I have heard men like to speak to their lovers as they lay next to them, minds soothed from earlier pleasures, to further impress sated young women. Pleasure first." She seems to tense with anticipation, unconsciously gripping his finger slightly tighter within her. "Very well." A small smile played across his lips. Lucinda noticed that his robes had taken on a more pinkish hue at some point. "Turn around and spread your legs a little wider. Close enough that I can touch you easily."He withdrew his finger, brushing it lightly against her clit as he did. Arcing her back with pleasure as he brushes against her clit, her breasts forced out slightly, the girl turns obediently, facing away from the High Kell, the round, toned curve of the former noblewoman's rear end and the smooth expanse of her back before him. Shyly, she parts her legs wider, her lips exposed and visible, trembling slightly with both fear and anticipation."Is this enough?" Lucinda heard amusement in his voice. "Nothing is ever enough. That's one of the first thing to learn about the Kell." He parted her cheeks with his thumbs and gently blew down the length of her sex. The moist breeze tickled her hairs. "Reach back, and hold yourself open for me." Obediently reaching between her legs, she slides her slender index and middle fingers between her lips, spreading them in a V to open herself to him, shivering at the cool air. Still hoping her fate will be easier if she tries to please him, she also slides her pale, slender thighs a bit further apart, bending slightly at the waist to reach everything. "That's a good idea. Bend over until you can touch the floor. It should display you well, and emphasize the muscles in your thighs."He reached between her fingers and penetrated her once again. This time, he thrust slowly in and out. Squirming slightly at his touch, the girl obediently bends over, trying once more to keep her balance in the carriage. Trembling softly, she finally reaches the floor with her fingertips. As expected, the girl's youthful womanhood is fully exposed to his gaze now, framed nicely by her lean, tense thighs, the cheeks of her rear parting as well. As he works his finger into her, she begins to grow slick even as her face burns with shame that this, posed like a hussy, is her first encounter with a man. "This embarrasses you," Sylra said, stating a fact. "It is still your belief that you have something that should remain hidden. This is not true." He withdrew his fingers from her sex. Lucinda felt something hard and slick press against her anus. "This is not true. Everything that is yours shall be exposed and used. All of it is mine, to do with as I please." She had heard of men occasionally using the rear end of their wives - and had heard that it had hurt. She gasped softly, shaking her head."No Syral please. I...I understand. It is hard to adjust, but I know I am yours...a...all of me. Please, it is just my first time with a man..." His finger did not move. "Tell me why I should care that this is your first time. Explain to me why it is that your desires at this moment matter more than my own." The girl seems to sag slightly before pushing herself back up into the pose he told her to be in, trembling against his finger. Her voice sounds resigned more than anything else."They don't matter Syral. I...I just meant that you needn't demonstrate to me that I'm yours. That you can do as you please with anything, any part of me. I was not embarrassed because I wished to remain hidden. I, I was just embarrassed that this is how the first man I am to be with sees me. This...is not what I dreamt of, but I know that doesn't matter if you desire it otherwise."The carriage shakes again and she rocks back slightly, the pressure of his finger growing. Syral pushed his finger inside her ass. It slipped in with a shock of sensation. "I am not trying to show you that I own you. If you do not realize that already, you will learn. I do not need to do anything about that." The finger slipped in and out. I am doing this because I enjoy it, and I am doing this because it amuses me to know that you will enjoy it. If not now, then in the future." He placed his other hand on her hip. "You may go to your knees. It would be a shame if you fell over. On your knees and place your face on the floor." The girl's rear yields before the probing finger, the captive noblewoman letting out a whimpering gasp. She groans, feeling it move in and out of her, nodding in understanding."T...thank you Syral."Trembling softly, she sinks to her knees, her face pressed to the floor, tears of shame and embarrassment trickling down her cheeks onto the hard floor as she hikes her rear up, keeping both her ass and sex vulnerable. Lucinda feels him slide off the chair behind her. Hands caress her ass and slide between her legs. "Are you aroused, girl?" His thumb presses into her clit. Part of her desperately wants to raise her head, to look at him and keep her strange, alien captor in her sights. But that part of her is crushed by her overwhelming fear of him. Fear that if she doesn't obey, if she doesn't do her best to perform as he expects her life will grow worse. Fear that he has a nearly unlimited capacity to make her condition more degrading, more humiliating.So she keeps her cheek pressed to the cold surface of the carriage and nods faintly. "Y...Yes Syral". It was true - despite her shame, she could feel herself growing warmer, wetter at his touch. The finger left, and then Lucinda felt something push into her pussy. It filled her entirely. "Indeed," Syral said from behind her. "You were well prepared for me. You will find an entirely new side of yourself opening up in my service." He thrust gently inside her. She felt her virginity rip with a small stab of pain. Then it was pleasure. It was a sensation unlike any she had ever felt. Her moan this time is more frantic, half a sound of pleasure and half a cry for an innocence she will never be able to recapture. Her passage is tight as it parts before him, and she lets out a sharp cry as he tears her maidenhead, a few drops of blood trickling from her. She closes her eyes, shuddering softly, and lets her captor take what he wishes, hoping to find her own pleasure there somewhere, splayed out as she is, a slave. Syral continued to thrust, making no sound save for that of his cock sliding in and out. He listened to Lucinda's moans and cries, gauging her arousal. He slowed, allowing it to build within her. She lets out a soft moan each time his cock thrusts into her, her body jerking slightly with the force of his movement. She cries out softly when one thrust stirs something deep within her, and he can feel her body change as she resigns herself to this, grows accustomed to her place. Her rear rises slightly, inviting rather than just accommodating the invading member, her moans becoming more pleasured. Syral raked his fingernails down her back as he thrust into her, producing stinging trails on her skin. The slight pain added to the sensations she was feeling. "Let it out, girl. Just let it all out."The cock inside her seemed to swell even more, stretching the walls of her sex. The young girl groans, half in pleasure, half in frantic worry as he rakes his fingernails down her back, leaving bright red furrows in her pale skin. She feels him swell within her, her walls stretching to accommodate him as he thrusts, whimpering beneath the larger High Kell."Gnnhh..." she groans, pressed against the floor of the carriage, her sex slick, mind a sea of confusion. "Please Sir, it hurts..." "There is no pleasure without pain, Lucinda. They are intimately connected." He continues to thrust. "I question whether they are even different things." He fills Lucinda one more time, and remains deep within. "Now climax." The girl beneath him makes a reluctant little noise. That makes no sense to her. She has felt pleasure at the gentle hands and clever tongue of poor sweet Claire, without any pain at all. Claire, who she will never see again...Deep within her, Syral feels whatever spell, or meek submission that has caused the girl to accept her fate so readily begin to unravel, even as he orders her to climax. She lets out a sob, shaking her head. "I...I can't..." He feels her muscles clench around him, as if trying to expel the invading organ. Syral withdraws his cock, leaving Lucinda empty and fully herself. He sat back on the bench of the coach, his robes all around him with no sign of disturbance. "Sit up, and face me," he says.After she had complied, he continued. "I could make you climax, but I won't. Over the near future, you must choose to travel either the path of pain or the path of pleasure. You have taken your first steps down the latter. It is not too late to change your mind, but it will become more difficult over time." There was a sad smile on his face. "That is good in its own way. It will be trying. It will, obviously, be painful. But it leads to higher places if you can walk its length. Those who choose the path of pleasure become devoted slaves, living their lives in bliss and never becoming more than they already were. This is not criticism, but it is truth.""Make yourself comfortable. Sit wherever you like, and enjoy it, because it will be a rare privilege for you. I will explain to you basic information about where you are going, the people you will live with, and the society f the Kell." His smile broadened. "I will go on at length, and you may find it tedious. If so, consider it your second lesson in pain." The girl groans as he withdraws, her body half protesting the sudden emptiness. Obeying his instructions, she sits up, abandoning her terribly submissive and exposed position. She nods softly, listening to him explain his idea of paths, and the idea that she is already walking one of them. For a moment, she wonders if it would be all bad to choose that path - a life of bliss, even as a slave...she shakes her head for a moment, banishing the thought for now.She sits demurely across from him in the carriage, comfortable enough in the posh surroundings, and close to their solitary source of heat, her legs crossed to hide her sex, still slick with desire. Sitting through lectures, however tedious, and managing to stay awake was one of her few genuine talents as a noblewoman, and she savored the idea of being good at something for a brief moment."Please, go on...if I am to be your..." she still lacks a clear word for what she is "ward, I would like to know what it is we are riding toward." He chuckles. "You know of us as the High Kell, but that is really a misnomer. The High Kell are the only Kell that humans ever see, but not the only Kell. There are only two laws in Kell society: the Strong Shall Dominate the Weak; and You Are Responsible for Those You Dominate. That's it. The idea that we are an empire of any sort is an illusion that we are content to let you maintain for yourselves."Syral pushes out his leg, and gently strokes her sex with his foot. "To be of the High Kell simply means that one is strong enough that there is no one who is capable of domination. A High Kell is free to act however they choose, and to dominate anyone that they can. We compete against each other, in any fashion imaginable. Victory is determined in whatever way is desired, and superiority is established to our satisfaction. It has little, if any, practical consequences in the sense that you would conceive them, but it is supremely important to us. This is something that you will, perhaps, come to understand, if you grow enough." He smiles at Lucinda's expression. "Yes, I understand that you think it impossible that you would sink to such trivialities, to care so much about something that means so little. As I said, perhaps you will come to understand."The toe of his boot plays in the folds of her flesh. "There is nothing resembling a government among the High Kell. Each is absolute sovereign in his or her realm, and each takes his or her chances when visiting someone else. We each build our demesne according to our own whims. The results can often be disorienting.""Our other law is that each is responsible for all of those under our sway. I am responsible for you, in an absolute sense. Anything you do is considered something that I did. But it also means that I am responsible to you. While there is nothing that I may not do to you, there are things that I must allow you. Chief among these is that I must allow you to become as strong and powerful as you are capable of becoming and desire to become." His mouth quirks. "This is not such a hardship for me. The more powerful you become in my service, the more useful you are to me. Should you ever become so powerful as to prevent me from dominating you any longer, then you are free, and I am considered the victor in some of our more esoteric contests. Rest assured that I want you to become that strong, if you can. Beyond that, though, I may not, cannot in fact, prevent you from finding out how far you can travel."His ministrations were soft, and distracting. "Note that that means, among other things, that I may not kill you. And, unless you somehow convince me to allow it, you can not decide to kill yourself. Thus, you are effectively immortal, until such time as you earn the right to make those choices for yourself." The girl jumps softly at first as his foot makes contact with her sex, grinding softly against the tender flesh of her womanhood as he explains the High Kell. The idea that everything is a competition. In the end, she begins to feel less like a slave and more like one of the fine ivory playing pieces of father's chess set."Your...your country sounds...fantastic. How is it us lesser beings are not simply driven mad?"Some of the other news surprises her. She had gathered that he was not afraid of the idea of a powerful her - if anything, she was. And as long as she effectively remained his slave...she was immortal. Part of her wonders if that is a blessing, or curse.Closing her eyes and savoring the soft feel of his touch, her body responding, grinding against the foot in response. Her cheeks are flushed when she begins to ask questions."And the one we met...Coryzik? Was she one of yours as well? And can domination be transferred - could I be given or sold to one who was also capable of dominating me?" "Certainly. The selling of slaves is a regular occurrence. Stealing them is not unheard of, either. If you can get away with it." He allows Lucinda to work on his foot. "Yes, Coryzik was mine. She came from a far southern land. One that no longer exists, unfortunately. I did rather enjoy the place. That was a much more superstitious era, when we were treated as gods. It would be an exaggeration to say those were the days of my youth, but perhaps they were the days of our youth. The High Kell were far less jaded. Much more energetic than we are now. We ruled the world.""Why do you assume that my country won't drive you mad?" She listens, paling softly as it becomes clear she could be easily sold - and perhaps stolen, if she catches the eye of someone who considers Syral to be their equal. Nestling against his foot, rubbing softly, her sex warm and moist, seeming almost unconscious as she allows herself to be so manipulated, she considers Coryzik."I...I had hoped it would not drive me mad. I suppose I would not notice if it did." She looks down, frowning slightly at his foot, moving herself a little off him, pondering just how far she seems to have fallen. For a moment, she seems like a guttering candle, in danger of simply going out."What happened to you? To the High Kell, that they do not simply rule on their own?" Syral smiles at her movement, but doesn't comment. "We did, for a time. Then we became gods, directing without actually ruling. And then we stopped doing even that. Now, we simply observe in order to make sure that humans don't manage to blow us all up.""I have lived in this world for almost 15,000 years, and there is no way to put a number to my actual age. When I say that we have become jaded and withdrawn, I include myself. There is no contempt in that comment. It simply is what it is. I have explored all that your world has to offer, and it no longer holds any surprises. There were only three times in the fifty years I was in your kingdom that anything truly surprised me." He leans forward, and produces a gasp from Lucinda by tweaking her nipple. "One of them was your king's gift to me upon my departure.""Let me ask you a question. How would you know if you have been driven mad? What is madness?" The girl yelps as he tweaks a nipple, shying away from him, her head bowed as she's reminded of the circumstances that have brought her here. Again, her mind turns to slavery, and what he was calling the Path of Pleasure - would it really be so bad to bury herself in willing, adoring bliss?"I...I don't know Syral. I would have said that I could tell if such a thing we happening to me...but I doubt the slave girl pleasuring herself on her Master's foot is considered reliable by many." Keeping her head down, she shrugs softly. "Perhaps I wouldn't know. Perhaps it wouldn't matter." She closes her eyes, obviously scared. "I shall not explain now, dear girl, but approach the idea of insanity with, shall we say, an open mind." He leans back. "Would you like something to eat? Drink?" Her stomach growled at the question and she nodded. She had eaten lightly that day, not anticipating being dragged off into slavery in a strange foreign land, and she was undeniably hungry. The notion of being dependent on him had sunk in further into her mind, and not knowing how much longer the journey would be, it seemed unwise to refuse any hospitality he offered."A meal would be nice Syral, if it isn't too much trouble." "Not at all. What would you like, child?" He leaned down and brought a strand of her hair to his face. "Ah. Delightful. There is so much information in a scent. Do you know how to determine someone's emotions just from the odor of their skin?" The girl blushes faintly at him smelling whatever faint scent was in her hair. "No my Lord. I...have rarely gotten close enough to smell someone so thoroughly, and when I did, their emotions were usually obvious. E...except you my Lord." In truth, he was almost unreadable to her. In her mind, he could just as likely cradle her tenderly and tell her all would be right as he could slit her throat and watch her bleed out onto the floor of the carriage. In all that uncertainty, she has forgotten that he does not wish to be known by a title."Something simple to eat would be fine...bread and cheese perhaps?" "Certainly." He waves his hand. "It was an unfair question, really. Except in the most extreme of circumstances, your olfactory senses are not finely enough tuned to make such a distinction. Not yet, at any rate."He reaches behind your head and pulls a tray of food back to himself. He sets it on the seat next to him. It contains thinly sliced meats and cheeses, next to bread and fruits. He crumbles some cheese with his fingers and holds it out to you. "No hands." The woman jumped slightly at the sudden appearance of food - though she should probably be used to it by now, the casual miracles were still...disorienting. She lowers her head, a small look of disappointment in her eyes. His demeanor had turned fairly kind, almost collegial, and she had hoped he might spare her some petty indignities.But looking at the chunk of cheese held in his fingers, she knew he wouldn't. Bending slightly, she takes the tips of his fingers into her mouth, pulling the cheese off with her tongue before withdrawing, chewing softly. The cheese is crumbly, and more flavorful than any you have had before. He feeds you pieces, interspersed with bits of dark bread, free of husks and grit."Does this embarrass you, little one?" Syral asks with a hint of humor. "Consider it a gentle introduction to my household. After five decades, I am only slowly shedding the facade of elder sobriety I wore in your court. I expect that the new ambassador will come as quite a shock to them. It is her first time in a serious post, and she will likely be a bit whimsical. I certainly was once upon a time." He sighs. "Dealing with humans used to be so much more entertaining." The girl eats quietly from his hand, looking up at his question. "I was a noblewoman Syral, and less than a day later I am naked, and eating bits from your palm like a grateful horse. It is embarrassing - as is knowing you consider this a gentle introduction."She looks curious at the last bit, even as she takes another bit from his hand. "What made it so? Treating us like this?" He smiles, almost wistfully. "In part, dear girl. Mostly, though, it's that I was younger. The world was younger. It was a more wondrous place, though that may have been my own lack of experience. It holds so few surprises any longer. It is one of the reasons I torment you. It is the only stimulus to which your response retains the ability to surprise me. Such as now. That you are so clearly intimidated by me, and yet able, sometimes, to muster the courage to challenge me." He touches the girl's cheek. "You would have been wasted back there."Syral sits back in his seat. "I am going to pose you some questions. I do not expect an answer to any of them, though I will happily listen to any thoughts you have on them. When we are done, we will be home.""When you look at the world, what is it that you see?" She nods, unsure if that meant the questions would come until the trip was done, or if their journey...had nothing to do with distance. Shaking the thought from her head, she thinks for a moment, biting her lower lip."I...I see things. The earth and sky, the castle itself, people, animals, plants..." she lowers her head slightly, embarrassed by what she knows to be an honest, but entirely simple answer, a schoolchild admitting her ignorance. "I'm sure to one like you there is much more to be seen." "I have seen many more things in my life, true. I can, in fact, see more things now than you can. The trick to this is to know what it is that you are looking at. Take something as seemingly simple as a rose." A deep, crimson rose appears in his finger. "What is it that you see?"Syral smiles briefly, but continues before you can answer. "That's a trick question, really. There are any number of ways to answer it. You can break it down into its different parts, and say that you see petals, and a stem, and thorns. You can break those down, and say that you see the veins in the stem, and the fibers. And the same with those components, getting smaller and more precise until you have described the smallest elements that you can see. Then I could show you an instrument that allows you to see even smaller things that they are made up of. Is that what you see when you see a rose?""Or do you say that what you see are the colors. You see a long, crooked cylinder of green and brown. Along the length of that cylinder, you see curved projections of a different shade of brown that taper down to sharp points, and at the end of the cylinder, there is a large, almost circular arrangement of red leaves. And are these leaves a constant shade of red, with shades of light and dark shadow superimposed on them, or are they truly a whole spectrum of different shades of red, that change as as I twirl it in my fingers and the candlelight hits them in alternate directions?""Or, do you see a rose. A singular object that has a an existence all of its own, quite separate from any of these other considerations?""Or, do you see something else entirely, something that I have not described and perhaps something that I have have not even seen?"He hands you the flower. "This is the sort of question I was asking. It is the sort of question you must master, if you wish to master yourself and the world around you." The girl jumps slightly as the rose appears, looking at him with a timid, puzzled expression."I see a rose Syral. Those parts...they are just parts. They aren't the rose." She looks at him, a bit of fear in her eyes."You could dismember me, and all my parts would still be there, but I would not be me." She looks confused, worried, clearly having trouble coping with both the change in station and the relentless questions. She is however, trying to hold it together as best she can, holding herself together by will."May I ask - you said there was a path of pain, and one of pleasure. You have spoken of the consequences but...if you had you choice, which would you want me to follow? Would you see me be your acolyte, or your slave?" He smiles. "I would prefer you take the path of pain. You are, I think, strong enough and smart enough." He looks sad for a moment. "There are not enough High Kell in the world. It needs more of us." The girl seems to muse on that for awhile, thinking. Eventually she sighs, looking at him timidly, her expression exhausted. Settling back against the seat of the carriage, she seems contemplative."You're a puzzle Syral. I hope at the end of this...I...I will at least not have disappointed you." "Do not spend your time worrying about disappointing me, child, for you do not apprehend what it is that would most please me. Save your energy for figuring out how to beat me. Once we arrive, you will learn what true powerlessness is." His voice is mild, at odds with the harsh words. "I will strive to break you. Once you start down this path, the only way out is for you to learn and comprehend the nature of the universe, and to use that knowledge to transcend any torment I can devise and thus win your freedom as a High Kell."Syral reaches down and caresses your hair gently. "I shall provide you one last piece of advice before we arrive, and the games begin. The answers you seek cannot be found by seeing things literally. My question about the rose are the kind of questions you will need to ask yourself. The land of the Kell is far more primal and raw than what you have experienced before."The carriage shudders to a halt, and Syral stands up. With a wave of his hand, it shimmers and starts to evaporate. "Welcome to my home." The girl looks conflicted, frightened, and most of all, still overwhelmed. Syral has been strangely kind to her, in a warped sense. She had been raped, yes, though he had gone oddly easy on her, given he could have simply thrown her to the ground and taken what was his to be had. And he had fed her - conversed with her almost like an equal, even suggested that she some day might be - all while she sat naked, alone and helpless in his carriage.It is with all that that she seems to hesitate at the door of the rapidly dissolving carriage, a reluctant, frightened look on her face, wide eyes cast downward, clearly dreading whatever it was to come. The carriage disappeared, and Lucinda found herself on her feet. The bare skin contacted something cool, but her attention was drawn to the structure before her. It seemed to be composed of crystal, almost translucent. It caught the rays of the sun, and sparkled in reds and blues, as well as white flashes where it was colorless. The Duchess could make out windows, and a door, but it seemed more a work of art than a building. Delicate spires ascended from the central core, in no pattern that she could discern. All looked too fragile to remain aloft.Syral strode off to her left. Lucinda pulled her gaze away from the crystalline palace and saw that he was headed towards an elegant garden. At the front was an odd piece of statuary. It took her a moment to realize that it was actually a young man, naked, hanging on a pole. His limbs were stretched taut, arms above him and toes just barely resting on a tiny platform. His head was pulled back, but she could tell he was watching the High Kell's approach. From the thatch of hair at his groin, his penis stood out, impressive in its erect state."Are you glad to see me home, dear Garrett?" A moan escaped from the youth's throat. "Please tell me that you finally figured out how to pass time more quickly and didn't spend all fifty years in that deplorable state." There was a another moan, one that Lucinda could barely recognize as a negative. Syral chuckled and lightly brushed the underside of the rigid member. Garrett's cock jerked. "No, I guess not. Would you like your release?"At the tortured assent, Syral turned to Lucinda. "Come here, girl. I'm sure the boy would appreciate your attentions more than my own." Struggling to keep her bearings, she takes in the alien structures, seeming to be sculpted rather than built, and as ephemeral as one of the sugar-glass sculptures she had seen made for her father's coronation anniversary. Surely this could not be the impregnable city of the mighty High Kell?Her attention was pulled to the spectacle before her, her gaze toward the young man both sympathetic and horrified. Fifty years? How could he not have been driven insane by now? Summoned forward, she bows her head softly, guessing what Syral means her to do. Standing below the boy, she wraps her soft, delicate fingers around his shaft, stroking with a slow, gentle cadence. A groan arises from the tormented figure, and his member jerks at your touch. "He might prefer it if you used your mouth," Syral says lightly. "I'm not sure he'd notice the difference, though." She continues to tend to the bound young man with her hands, a speculative look on her face. "He does not seem to find this unpleasant...is it you who would rather see my mouth wrapped around something Syral?" He laughs. "I would point out the difference between the terms "prefer" and "not find unpleasant", and the idea of the comparative. However, you have sussed me out. Yes, I would be interested in seeing your technique." The boy's cock jerks and sprays cum. "However, it seems I will have to wait for a later time." He turns towards the tower.

Empire of Beauty (Mercurial and JMN)

The Three Faces of Evil (IC)

Victorious from the whispering cairn you all go to see Nagrom's family friend Alaster. He looks at all of the treasure and identifies what he sees. He also listens to the stories relayed by you from Filge of the unstoppable undead a spawn of Kusk. Alaster has heard of these creatures and fears them. He encourages you to keep the talisman of the sphere and the circlet of wisdom saying there are more to these objects than what he can determine. Also he says that it does not hurt to be prepared.It is still mid morning and there is much to do in the city of diamond lakefor people not in the groupSpoiler Show This thread is for an ongoing campaign done both IRL and on the forms We are running the Age of Worms campaign from the Dungeon magazine I am going to the general store to check if my studed leather has come in "Good friend Allaster, I would have hoped our first meeting could have been longer. I forsee that there is much to learn about the worms, Lost Lake and how it ties into the Whispering Carin""My friends have a basic understanding of the Arts, and expect much of me n the coming future. Can you aid me in what you know of the Wind Dukes, the man Filge and if you know of this".Nagrom points to the staff that jut's out of Nailo's pack as he runs out the door, then her child like finger points to a likeness of it scribed in her book."The staff is an important piece of this riddle. The 7 equal parts were scattered in what I believe to be tombs. Have you know of anyone to unearth such a piece?"Nagrom scratches her head trying to piece together the fragments of information she has. Nallio: As you walk into the GS you are greeted by a wide smile by a man that thinks he is about to get money. After being asked about the goods he moves over to small desk behind the counter pulls out a ledger. He flips though the large book and saysI have a shipment expected in the morning it might be with that, if not, should be 3 days.Alaster listens to the daughter of his good friend and thinks hard upon the questions posed to him.The wind dukes are of legend. They were the leaders and protectors of one of the first intelligent races to visit Eberon the Auren. If I remember right they fought a great war against a evil chaos. Many plains fell to the chaos before the Dukes made a stand here on Eberon. the offencive was halted by... he moves over to to one of his huge book shelves and mumbles as he looks for a tomeAH here it ispulls down a thin book with the spine riped off long ago.this is an incomplete account of history before history was lost during the darkness even before the great kingdom. It mentions a great Wind duke that destoys the queen of the chaos with a staff... but what became of the staff... could be anywhere it is possible that the staff you have now IS the staff yet lost its power... no... a relic of this power would atlest have an aura. Hmmmm... I'm sorry small one I just don't know where these artifact could be. I will research it though from here you might be right as they laid their heroes to rest they sealed the pieces of the artifact in with them. As far as this Filge goes I have never met him and seems that I do not care to. Sounds like if you want information you might see his unplesent employer, Smnek. Though if you go to see him I would not let your guard down. I will also research this worm of yours if it is the spawn of Kuyssk like i think it is you will need as much knowledge facing it as you possibly can Nagrom writes some notes in her journal about what Alustran had said. She also transcibes memory into ink and parchment of her encounter with the wind duke guards.To herself she thinks,What impressive power and beauty the guards possessed. I would have liked to study the magic that moved air and matter so effortlessly!Alustran, I am not long for this world. . . forgive me. That is what my father would say! Not necessarily embarrassed, but distracted, the tired gnome refocuses.Alustran I may steal a few more minutes of your company and the flickering light of the candle. I'll need to rest and regroup if our journey is to face Smnek or the journey towards the cave. I think my friends want to finish what they have started with this thug. I however, am intrigued with the cave and the possibility of discovering more about the staff and the worm.Goodnight Alustran. Thank you again for your hospitality. My father was too conservative of his description of you. You have helped us greatly! Goodnight. . . err ,my the day has come already. Maybe a short nap. . . Seconds later Nagrom falls into a deep sleep still pondering the mysteries ahead of her. . . Auramun lounges in a shady corner of Alustran's study intentlly listening to the conversation taking place with Nagrom. Of course much of it is beyond the surely warrior's intelligence, though he recognizes a few things mentioned. He even agree's with Nagrom's reasoning that the segments of the staff were probably locked away in the tombs of those great 'Air' people; like the one they had just returned from. How does it tie together--what does this great ancient battle have to do with these worms that create undefeatable zombies? The bais-reliefs showed huge demons--not undead. . . What does the Dourstone mines hold in store for us, I just want to know--as he hears Nagrom say:Goodnight Alustran. Thank you again for your hospitality. My father was too conservative of his description of you. You have helped us greatly! Goodnight. . . err ,my the day has come already. Maybe a short nap. . .Under his breath Auramun says:Not such a bad idea...a little rest never hurt.Then shrank back a bit and entered revire. Auramun returns from his meditative trance quietly and casually looks to his surroundings--all is quiet and as it should be, and makes a quick search of his belongings to make sure all is accounted for. He quietly lifts himself out of the cushioned seat he was using and changes from his well worn and weathered traveling clothes to a nice new set of black leather breeches, thigh length boots, swordsman shirt and jerkin, dons his arms and armor completing the ensamble with his traveling cloak then heads for the exit of the Magus' tower. He opens the door leading to the city and makes his way down the main street, taking in the city air, the town-folks faces, and the childrens laughter. Hands resting easily on the finely wrought silver inlaid with gold buckle of the belt that houses his two scimitars, his deep blue traveling cloak resting easily over one shoulder showing his gleaming mithril shirt.He passes store after store not looking for anything in particular, enjoying the day for what it is and just glad it is good weather. After a good time of walking the streets and seeing the sights and smelling the fresh baked goods he heads decides it's time for a bite to eat--he heads to a respectable higher priced tavern for some sustinance. Auroman finds the rusty bucket. A large restaurant in the middle of town. still early in the evening but it is almost already full. As you enter the large dining hall light is slowly fading from the large green stained glass windows but still more lit. there are a few tables off in a side room roped off with red velvet.You are escorted to a table by a beautiful woman and shortly their after a man come up to take your order. Auramun looks to the gemtlemanI'll have whatever your special of the day might be, and a bottle of wine please.After the fellow leaves, Auramun scans the room for anyone that looks suspicious, or anyone that just looks entertaining or intriguing. Very good my Elvin friend the waiter kindly replies.and he bustles back to the kitchen. Around the room seems like the general "high class" of Diamond Lake its about as fancy as this place gets. Compared to the Elvin courts this is nothing. A commotion is stirring at the front door a large overweight over dressed man and a beautiful woman weiring a fine dress followed by a dozen yes men and goons come in. The matrade takes them quickly to the roped off room. they sit in an obvious predeterminede order of hierarchy closer to the fat mans table the better off you are.(OOC roll search) (1D20+4)[24]Auramun takes special notice of the group--and if available moves to a table closer to the ropped off room for a better look, and to see if he can listen in on any conversations. The Fat man is obviously wealthy and in charge here nothing else of real interest. the woman on the other hand is very elegant and smooth yet on closer inspection of her dress the upper half is not as it seems. The corset is not of cloth and is more than just a show built into her elegant dress is leather armor. you also catch a gleam of something hidden on her... something dangerous. Not quite as subtle you can see seven of the men following in have weapons mostly poorly concealed. There is a table closer and you move to it with out any obstruction or objection.The jist of the conversation is about some mines mostly in the little squabbles between the miners and the formans. there is some cheering over a gang that was all but taken out by a group of unknown travelers. Many claim that they had a hand in it but do not give specifics. one saisShoulda seen it when dat big white bastard was drug outa der.They are in good spirits making small talk Auramun positions himself around his table to where he can make eye contact with the woman--(if applicable) if she makes eye conatact with him he winks at her slyly, gives a small grin and takes a drink of his wine. Nagrom gets up from a uneasy rest. Unlike the rest of the party, she is deeply concerned about the origins of the worm. Not to discount the others, it weighs heavier on a wizard when there are things that cannot be explained.Alustran. Alustran?Nagrom calls out into his home.Nagrom scans the many books, maps and art work in his house to get a better feel of the wizard. Auramun is able to get the attention of the woman. once eye contact is met Auramun winks at her. Her eyebrows scrunch up as if confused then ignores it and continues as if nothing happened. She seems to be the only one that is quietly eating her meal, where as everyone else is loudly discussing something and everything. She sits in stoic silence board with the whole seen. Every once in a while she will glance back over to Auramun to see if he is still there.There are numerous books maps and scrolls all through the house. It is obvious that Alustran collects knowledge. You see maps of sharn and of an old long passed Elven empire. Alustran comes down stairsYes, yes, Nagrom. I am still here Sorry Alustran, I did not want to leave without saying goodbye.She pauses long enough to allow him the chance to exit the stair case and enter the same room.It will be my recommendation to my new friends that we continue along the path that is before us. It seems this path leads to the mines on Filge's map.I wanted to personally thank you for your hospitality. You have been very grateful. I'm sure we will seek your guidance and knowledge when we return from our findings. Nagrom checks all of her gear in methotical fashion, left to right, bottom to top. And is ready to start the day.Again, thank you Alustran. I'm off to find my friends! Of course my friend yet you might not want to go out like you are. You are still a wanted woman. Warranted or not. A few arcane words and flick of the wrist Nagrom feels different. She looks in the mirror and her hair is now dark ebony and she looks more like a southern gnome instead of herself.Go and do your business in town. This time do not get in trouble.With a wink turns around and heads toward his desk Nagrom looks at her darker skin, notes the almost black hair.Interesting look . . .she thinks to herself.Thank you Alustran, this may aide me. But I fear that the Changeling will have too much envy in my new form! HA!She notes his movement to the desk, then exits the door enroute to find Relic and the others. Auramun keeps a nonchallant cool air about him occasionally chatting with any bar-maid or corresponding patron, all the while keeping his ears perked and eyes open on the unusual group. He eats his food slowly and enjoys his wine, taking his time. Auramun always had an eye for beauty and takes special interest in this woman. Nagrom heads out and continues to look for her friends.(obviously you guys have moved on. . . ) The woman Auramun is watching compleatly ignores Auramunfor the rest of her meal in wich she quietly eats. when she is done she gets up kisses the large man on the cheek and exits. After she leaves two men one very thin the other quite large follow her.Nagrom find Nalio at the genaral store (everyone else is un accounted for)(and no unfortunetly this is all the RP we have done)(Recap)The group excluding Relic gathers at the rusty bucket. With a little additional information you learn of the Durstone mines to the north. After picking up Relic and a few new weapons from the blacksmith you head to recon the mines. A meeting with the guards went mostly well and you all received jobs as guards of the mines. That night you trick your fellow guards that there are ghosts in the mine and get the guards and the miners to flee for their lives.Once in the mines you find a poorly hidden mine shaft with an elevator once you descend into the chamber you find two waiting guards who quickly attack and you quickly defeat.In the large chamber where the elevator ends in there is a pool of cloudy liquid a staircase around the pool and three exits. Two doors have symbols one blank. One symbol is that of an evil god of secrets the other is a symbol of the evil god of war.You chose to investigate the door with the evil god of wars flags next to it. Once opened eight skeletons waiting for intruders attack. In the ensuing battle you eliminate all but one yet reinforcements have arrived of 2 tiflings and 3 humans rushing in to battle. Nagrom grimices seeing the horror unfold in front of her. Not able to see most of her companions, the sounds of steel and bone becomes uneasy rhythms in the otherwise quiet dark.The sounds of battle get louder and less shadows are apparent now but murmers of talks between Makon, Relic, Auruman and Nailo suggest that the enemy has reinforced itself.More skeletons? Something else more foul?WHERE IS OUR HEALER?Nagrom sees the shadow of Relic slowly backing up. She anticipates withdrawl in to the common area. A nervous glance over her shoulders wonders if the other doors will open and spill more manhem into the chambers. Auramun finds himself between a rock and hard space (back to the hallway with enemies closing in behind). Bleeding profusely from many deep wounds and barely able to hold his arms aloft to block attacks. Luckily Relic, Nalio and Auramun brought two of the skeletons blocking their way out of the corner of the small room, and Makon bullied the other two out of the doorway to a secured corridor.Auramun being no novice to battle quickly comes up with a plan telling Nalio and Relic their best chances of survival is to funnel them to the end of the 'safe' corridor we came from to alleviate some of their numbers--We'll line up in front of the door and hold them there fighting one or two at a time. After scouting back into the entry chamber, Nagrom readys her repair minor spell and looks thru her potion bandleer for potions.Let's see - gentle repose. . . hopefully one of the fighters has the cure moderate wounds vial from Filge. Intill we find our healer, that potion may all we have. . . except Relic's lay hands. . . I hope we can hold the ground! Relic sits down heavily with his back to the door leading into the entry chamber. He is not physically tired, but the damage from the recent fight is beginning to override the elation of combat. He stares down slowly at the damage where the Ogre's blow had almost separated his arm from his body, says a short prayer, and lays hands on himself. He feels better almost instantly, and the damage seems less severe.The rest of the party prepares for rest to his right. He lifts a hand to acknowledge a tired smile from the little gnome. She had saved him twice during the fight, and it is not a debt he takes lightly. The dwarf is still lingering by the pile of loot they had taken from the dead, hefting battle-axes to check for balance or examining the craftsmanship of a suit of armor. Relic motions with the tip of his sword:"That flail is a fine piece of work, though I am fain to use it after seeing the damage it did to poor Nalio. He will live, or so I am told."He stares across the fire to the form of the rogue lying bruised and bloody by the wall, and for a moment he seems to sense a fleeting glimpse of pure evil. But it passes, and when he reaches out with his mind all he can sense are the distant evils that lurk within the further reaches of the cavern. More work for tomorrow. The remaing skeletons and Tifling were dispatched and two of the three Humans were taken down. one fled down a dark hallway where there was no light. After examining the entry way the group explores the two side doors that the attackers came from. where the humans came from is lit it contains a statue of a six armed man carrying a variaty of wepons and multiple actual wepons lying around the room. Where the Tiflings came from is a small quarters for two people to sleep.Continuing down the hall where the escaped human ran the party reaches a dead end with three doors one wooden double door to the left, one single wooden door to the right, and a large double bronze door at the end of the hall. While standing there Nalio hears the single door being bared. He also discovers that the keys that everyone seems to have unlocks the door yet still can not open it. They use the key on the door to the room accross the hall it opens wide with both doors. As they serch the room the only thing in side is hay and a dire boar. back in the hallway they decide that the bared door needs to be opened. So after several attemps to open the door it is broken down. A small hallway now is open and explored this one ends in another locked and bared door. After several attemps to open this one it explodes and both light sources go out. At first they are attacked and repelled by an unseen opponent. Nagrom moves out of the magical darkness and light is somewhat restored to the area. a Tifling is attacking them with an ax two more backing her up with bows. The group moves up and kills the first Tifling. Then after knocking down one another opponent appears a half-orc with a very large flail. Nagrom catches a human apparently trying to sneek by or flank the group. She imedialy knockes him out. Nallio hearing her crys comes to assist only to be left with sliting an uncontious man's throat. as he looks into the previously locked room he sees what could be a glatiatorial arena with a man in full plate in it. As the war continues in the small coredors Nallio tryes to ecape the new threat by retreating into the boar's cage. He is followed by the armored opponent but distracted by the small gnome. The new opponent begins to summon what looks to be a Hell Hound in front of the soft target. before the summoning is compleat though the cheif cleric's concentration is broken by an well placed arrow from Nallio. By the time Nagrom makes it back to the main fight to tell of the new opponent the trio of mele warriors have droped the last of the group that they were working on. As they rush to kill the newly summoned Hell Hound they end up going to aid Nalio as he is litraly fighting for his life against a much stronger opponent seeking vengence for inturupting his spell. Like a pack of wolves taking down a bear the party souronds and takes turns in beating down the villan.The party gathers up the bodys and strip them of all usful items and place them in with the dire boar.You findSpoiler Show On each Tifling (7) 4 Pots Battle Ax Mty Comp (+2) Long bow Chain Shirt 20 Arrows Skeleton Key Skeletons (8) Rusted Fullplate Heavy steal sheild Heavy mace Cult Fanatic (3) long spear dager studed leather armor woden symbol of Hexor(still havent found equivlent) skeleton Key Garas 2 Pots Half plate light steel sheild Heavy flail Dager pouch 27gp ring Kendra scroll wand half plate heavy steel sheild heavy flail dagger pouch 20 gp silver key ring Theldrick 2 scrolls 2 pot full plate heavy steel sheild heavy flail heavy crossbow 20 bolts dager ring gold symbol of Hexor pouch 55gp 2 Keys After Nagrom picks up her new "toy" and places the Darkness coin back in her pocket she surveys the others. Other than being mentally exhausted, she has no injuries other then feeling ill prepared for the fast tempo of combat.I must scribe some scrolls. I don't have much time, I may be able to scrible some less than powerful buff spells. . . let's see Enlargewould be good, Protection from Evil WILL be used. She continues to thumb thru her book pausing only to acknowledge Relic nodding to her in thanks for the repairs in combat.Ah YES identifyand some repairscrolls. That should do it.She sits down in a corner, takes out her light coin, grasps it tight in her small palms to shed only enough light to scribe by.I may only have enough time for a few. I'll concentrate on Repair and Identify. .Pausing before she begins, she sees Makon walk by.Sorry my friend I will have to wait to give you your continual flaming arrow. I have not forgotten. I have to use my spells sparingly. But you already know that.After scribing the two scrolls, she assists the others with the loot. Not expecting to find much she at least helps. Its the right thing to do anyhow.Nagrom finds some clean, loose hay from the boar's room, pulls it into the other room near Relic and studies her book. After she picks her spells:WEB FLAMING SPHERE SUMMON MONSTER I IDENTIFY REPAIR LT DAMAGE DETECT MAGIC ACID SPLASH x2 DISRUPT UNDEADAfter she has done all of that she uses her last spell of the day,DETECT MAGIC on the consolidated pile that the others have laid down.Let's see what we have here!Now for some SLEEP. . .Relic my friend wake me only if the gates of hell have been opened!She turns to see the elf in his trance, the dwarf has been asleep now for awhile and Nailo's weapons appear to be grasped in both hands. Her friends are weary and hurt. She feels helpless to get them better.Where is Dronin? After his 4 hour reverie Auramun comes out of his trance and discreetly surveys the room scanning side to side--everyone is accounted for. With a nod to 'the ever vigilant' Relic he rises gingerly from his many injuries and braces himself on the wall. With everyone else asleep he picks and winds his way down the already secure corridors. (takes 20 on each room, looking for anything of interest such as journals, notes, maps, treasure, etc etc. as well as secret doors or traps.) After completing his rounds he returns to the party and tends to his wounds once again, making small talk with 'the ever vigilant' in hushed tones.Auramun was never one to enjoy the smell of death but this was a neccesary evil he knew. These people were evil and who knew what plans they had for the surrounding towns... these people were tied into the mysterious green worms that have been plaguing the partys thoughts ever since Filges' tower. He lets out a long sigh and reminds himself this is just one of 3 doors they found at the bottom of the mine shaft. . . What lies behind the other 2 doors? Nalio rest against the wall, looking off into the darkness, his vision goes blurring then clear again at a slow repitition. As he sits there a icy feeling keeps overwheling him, so, deathlike."Am i so close to death it lingurs at my feet?" He thinks so himself.His eyes focus on frostfell."Went to help and she left me there" he thinks as he glares at the little mage writing her scrolls.Thoughts of pure evil start to flood into his mind, his hands grip tight his weapons, then the thoughts slowly fade, and he falls into a deep sleep. Nagrom does her encantaions over the lootfor NagromSpoiler Show all pots, scrolls, and wand glow a long with the full plate and one ring Auramun starts his way around the dungon sweeping for missed items.he starts in the gaurd room just inside the Citadel.in the gaurds chamber you findfor AuramunSpoiler Show This chamber holds two beds against the east wall, a long, wooden table along the south wall, two stools, and a weapons rack along the west wall. A suit of leather armor lies on the table with a variety of tools spread out around it. The tieflings were in the process of repairing the leather armor, while the tools around it comprise a complete set of artisan’s tools. The search of one bed reveals a small, velvet bag containing 20 pp and a golden necklace. Auramun continues his search stopping only to drop off the new treasure he's found with Relic in the antechamber. Frostfell pulls back her now jet black hair, a still new "look" hasn't she hasn't gotten used to. Her soft voice is almost absorbed by the prevading darkness around her. Her last spell to determine which items are magical or not is a success.She looks at Relic, Please tell the others to let me know what piece they would like me to identify tomorrow. I only have enough energy in me to scribe one scroll tonight. I feel that there will be more bloodshed soon enough to memorize more applicable spells my friend!She pulls out the glowing potions to the side and draws a circle around it on the floor, and does the same for the scrolls, and wands.Alchemy check (looking for labels or conduct tests on them to determine properties)Take 20 + 7 = 27Nagrom looks at the scrolls to determine if they are arcane or devine.I have a feeling that clerics DON'T carry arcane tools. . . KNOWLEDGE ARCANA (to see if it's arcane or devine)take 20 + 9 =29Relic you might be able to determine the type of magic this is too. The wands may have to be looked at by Nailo and tried out. I know some rogues have a knack for using ANY magics given enough talent!Oh, and the armor and ring are magical too. I can identify both of them tomorrow, once from my scroll and once from a spell.Before curling up into a ball in the corner and finding sleep, Nagrom scribes a singleIdentifyspell to parchment. She studies her book then drifts asleep. NagromSpoiler Show All of the 32 pots you found are labeled yet you can not reed them. 25 are labeled one thing 7 another. You test one of the 25 and find it to be a Pot Mod Healing. After testing one of the 7 you know that it is a Pot of Sheild of faith. Glancing at the scrolls you know that this is not an arcane spell. AuramunSpoiler Show Blankets cover the floor of this chamber, surrounding a wooden crate atop which stands a small, crude statue of a six-armed humanoid figure. A few battered weapons, spears, clubs, and flails lean against the far wall. Stone pegs carved into the wall light this area with flickering, bright flames. There is no aditional tresure to be found here. (Andrew: I need a direction where your going next the next choices are the pig room, the sand/battle pit and where you fought the pair of clearics) Relic, of the 32 potions that are in this pile, 25 are labeled with writing I'm not familar with, 7 with another. I've tested one of the 25 and found it to be a healing potion of sorts. After testing one of the 7 I believe it to be a potion of Faithshield, a protective divine shield. The other scrolls are best looked at between you, Makon and Nailo.DECIPHER SCRIPT(to determine language type)take 20 + 7 = 27 Nagrom goes around the room dispencing the healing potions. Of the 25 she gives everyone 6 and keeps 1 for herself. Each grouping she places on the floor with a chalk writing of what it it, with her initials next to it with the exception to Relic who she just hands them to him.She also hands out the Shield of Faith potions. Of the 7 she gives 2 each to the two weapon fighters, Auruman, Nailo and Makon and 1 to the heavily fortified Relic. Each grouping she places on the floor with a chalk writing of what it it, with her initials next to it with the exception to Relic who she just hands them to him.She finally sits down to scribe herIdentify spell and memorize her other spells. She falls asleep soon after. Of each of the next few rooms I'll just roll in a clockwise manner. Boar pit to Arena to the back rooms and the room we fought the 2 clerics. AuramunSpoiler Show A thick chain is wrapped around the handles of these double doors. A crude padlock holds the chain in place, keeping the door locked from this side. The faint, musky smell of a large creature kept in a small area fills the hallway. You find nothing of intrest other than the very large boar and the bodys that you have stacked in here. You move to the Battle Temple of Hextor(for now still). This long, wide chamber is surrounded on three sides by a balcony perched twenty feet above the floor. Six torches equally spaced along the walls provide light. The side opposite the large, bronze doors features a sizable viewing box with a sloped floor and several ostentatious wooden chairs positioned to allow easy view of the chamber below. A huge statue of a six-armed humanoid clutching a bewildering array of weapons stands in the midst of the chamber. A fist- sized red gem set in the statue’s forehead glitters in the flickering light. A thick layer of sand covers the floor to a depth of a few inches. The walls are smooth, polished rock, while a crimson banner with the symbol of a black, gauntleted hand clutching six barbed arrows is set above the double doors leading into the bottom level of this chamber. Before going to sleep Nagrom belives that the writing is in OrcRelic keeps watch over everyone else sleeping quietly. I try to climb up on the statue and check the gem--see how well it's placed in the forehead and if it's secure I take 20 to try and pry it out. 20+2=22. AuramunSpoiler Show using the arms of the statue it is quite easy to climb. You get to the top and pry the giant ruby out of the statue. From up here you can see there is an elegant chair. There is a door to the rear and to the right side from where you cam in on the balcony. You do not see an easy way to get up to the balcony Auramun puts the giant ruby in his pouch and searches the rest of the area. (I take 20 to search the area 20+4=24 and then I take the entry to where we fought the clerics. From there I'll go up to the balcony and take another 20 there and from there to the living quarters in the very back.) When Auruman comes back to the room, Frostfell says to himThis looks like the foul tongue of Orc. Is that so?She holds a samplings of the potions up to himWhat does it say? Once Auramun returns to the room Nagram inquires about some writing that she has found. Auramun looks over it and if legibal to the elf he reads it for the gnome. AuramunSpoiler Show One roughly translates to "HEAL" the other to "ARMOR" Originally Posted by Auramun Once Auramun returns to the room Nagram inquires about some writing that she has found. Auramun looks over it and if legibal to the elf he reads it for the gnome. What does it say friend elf? Well good gnome, they simply if not roughly translate to 'Heal' and 'Armor'. FAST FORWARD TO THE COMBAT. . . .Frostfell gazes into the different hues of light coming from sunrods and magical items looking for the bird creatures.Those cowards are deadly in their tactics. We should use split operations sparingly! There are passages cut into these walls that are almost impossible to detect!Frostfell notches another bolt and adjusts her gear.Let's see them try that again! Frostfell scribes a scroll before bedding down.Parchment, quill, ink. Yes all present!Her childlike hands have done this time and time again. Scribing scrolls is better left done with better light and a proper desk, but adventuring has its rewards. The quest of knowledge and more magic is fuel enough for her to make do.Frostfell scribes Identify.My friends, it is wise to stick together. I've arranged some good spells that can aid us in our next conflict. Also, don't forget about the orc translation on the potions you possess. They say Shield and Heal. Relic thinks the "shield" refers to a Shield of Faith potion. Serrif the Bard, thank you for accompanying us. I know your crossbow will be welcomed! Goodnight all!She once again curls up onto a ball keeping her eye on the door and Relic's massive back against it.Once she wakes up,She then memorizes the following spells:1st LevelEnlarge PersonProtection from EvilChill TouchSummon Monster I2nd LevelFlaming SphereSpectral HandBull Strength Serrif looks strangely at the leather mask and garments of the nameless one then does a little tailoring to make his garments wearable. After walking the dungeon and making it look like the birdmen killed each other and staging the cauldron room to look like a huge explosion killed everyone but the faceless one... in addition He writes in blood on the wall in the faceless ones blood. "Experiment in reanimation has gone wrong, acolytes dead and I am heading towards civilization, hopefully I will not bleed to death, Beware of the minions around the area are insane from breathing the smoke from the cauldron , it has made them blood thirsty and they are fighting among themselves" Then Serrif dismembers the facelessone and puts him in a bag for disposal on the road back to town Serrif Doesnt want to be in the room when the big explosion to coverup the murders occurs, so he diagrams the plan to stage and ignite the entire room, and has party help him by bringing supplies from the storage room to the door of the inner sanctum.In the past Serrif has learned his lesson that if he finds a trap on a chest that he cannot disarm, its better to tie a rope around the chest and drag it around the room from around the corner at safe distance then to be next to it when poison darts or toxic gas comes spuing out of it. thats why he carries rope a grappling hook and a crowbar. Nagrom sees the "Nailo-esque" dismemberment as unnecessary. She turns towards the others and frowns.Taking her mind off of the "cover-up" , she looks at the many spell books and sees what she can copy into her spellbook.Makom, please remember that my pearls of power can assist you in your ranger spells. It would be wise to pray for spells that are beneficial many times a day.Relic, this shield may fancy you nicely. Save the tarnished appearance, it looks to be of masterwork quality or better. . . .Hopefully Nailo and Auruman have come back from their searching of the other parts.She pauses and looks around.Should we go into town to see if the store keeper has come up with our orders? Also, word of these camps must be known to Alustran. I think his council would be helpful should we encounter something we can't handle in the third door. Makom takes a seat after the Thrill of battle. Wishing for a for a pint of Ale, he begins to clean is his weapons and prepare for the next battle. Originally Posted by Makom Makom takes a seat after the Thrill of battle. Wishing for a for a pint of Ale, he begins to clean is his weapons and prepare for the next battle. Makom, what say your wishes either to stay here or go back to town? We have allot of treasure to barter or convert to gold coin. Nagrom looks down at the drying blood on her fine clothing then looks up at Serrif with an thankful gesture.Without our interesting friend here I may have died around the corner. . . We mustn't split up. These areas and terrain are well mapped for ambush. I think its apparent that our enemy is crafty and patient. Let us not give him another chance to spill blood! Relic, would you mind carrying some of my items? I'm afraid I'm slowing the party down even more than I usually do! Even the dwarf is moving faster than I! As the DM -The last rays of light are veiled in a shadowy darkness concealing the carnage of battle. The men of the fort are very happy to see you and all welcome you inside.The corporal who wrote back to you, orders additional troops to man the roof line. Another 3 soldiers make their way into the clearing picking up missed arrows, javlins and spears from the lizard folk. Once the return they turn to you for guidance and news from beyond the marsh. . . I fear we have but a little time to prepare before the next attack. We must try and refortify the keep, and devise a plan before nightfall.What happen before we got here? Auramun hushes the crowd, and turns to Makon with an eagerness in his eye, adrenalline still pumping through his taunt muscles. Murky blood drips from his lusterous weapons and shiny Mithral armor. Sweat beads off his brow as he removes his finely wrought helm and his slow steady breathing showing his aptitude and stamina for battle."Good Idea Makon--get 2 men and fetch some spare planks of wood to patch the keep door. Make sure it's up to your Dwarven standards good Dwarf. Build it sturdy and reinforce it if you must.Auramun turns from Makon to the higher ranking fellow of the keep. Take a small contingent to gather up the Lizard-Mens' dead, stack them up a good distance from the keep and burn them to keep disease infestation down as well as abate the stench and keep the carrion feeders from gathering. Waldorf please assist them and keep Tika circling the area to keep you all notified of any creeping enemies beyond the light's edge well out of your vision. Relic please tend the wounded and have the keep's dead guards moved to a centralized room, preform the rights on those who need it--we bury them before we bed down for the night. Serif please gather some information about the surrounding area and assist with whomever needs it.Auramun then turns to the acting commander of the keep. Showing a little concern on his face and in a calm and inquiring tone asks:What befell here and where is your Battle Mage? Alustrin has gone back to Diamond Lake to retrieve reinforcments but will take a couple of days to return. I'll need an accurate count and roster of your men--how many did you start out with, how many are dead, how many are missing, how many are wounded and the extent of their injuries, and how many are still alive and fit for battle. We'll need to work shifts make sure your men get the rest they need but keep a good number on the roof a couple of centurions at the front door and a runner to wake the sleeping men if there is conflict.With all of that said Auramun scans the floor for a piece of discarded cloth and uses it to clean his weapons before resheathing them. Then heads off to get an account of what befell and get accountability for the keeps forces. After all that is taken care of he helps where needed. Originally Posted by Makom I fear we have but a little time to prepare before the next attack. We must try and refortify the keep, and devise a plan before nightfall. What happen before we got here? The corporal turns towards Makom to answer his question. His uniform is covered with many different hues of blood, some darker, some lighter and some dried.Our orginal numbers were 30 soldiers and officers. Now only 13 remain. In the first night they broke thru our door and ran off with our battle mage, Marzena and three soldiers, Privates Rolf, Vais, and Commander Ter. It was horrible!We've seen more and more of the lizard folk, but these fighting parties are deadly. The first night we managed to drive of more of them from the roof top, but since they broke down the door, we had to cut half of our forces on the bottom level. He slouches down holding his head in his hands.We've contiplated going after our kidnapped soldiers but decided not to. The lizard folk won the battles on our ground. Out there, in the Mistmarch, that is their territory and they are even more deadly. Besides we are reinforced every week by a caravan from Diamond Lake. It was to arrive in another two days. . . Originally Posted by Auramun Auramun hushes the crowd, and turns to Makon with an eagerness in his eye, adrenalline still pumping through his taunt muscles. Murky blood drips from his lusterous weapons and shiny Mithral armor. Sweat beads off his brow as he removes his finely wrought helm and his slow steady breathing showing his aptitude and stamina for battle. "Good Idea Makon--get 2 men and fetch some spare planks of wood to patch the keep door. Make sure it's up to your Dwarven standards good Dwarf. Build it sturdy and reinforce it if you must. Auramun turns from Makon to the higher ranking fellow of the keep. Take a small contingent to gather up the Lizard-Mens' dead, stack them up a good distance from the keep and burn them to keep disease infestation down as well as abate the stench and keep the carrion feeders from gathering. Waldorf please assist them and keep Tika circling the area to keep you all notified of any creeping enemies beyond the light's edge well out of your vision. Relic please tend the wounded and have the keep's dead guards moved to a centralized room, preform the rights on those who need it--we bury them before we bed down for the night. Serif please gather some information about the surrounding area and assist with whomever needs it. Auramun then turns to the acting commander of the keep. Showing a little concern on his face and in a calm and inquiring tone asks: What befell here and where is your Battle Mage? Alustrin has gone back to Diamond Lake to retrieve reinforcments but will take a couple of days to return. I'll need an accurate count and roster of your men--how many did you start out with, how many are dead, how many are missing, how many are wounded and the extent of their injuries, and how many are still alive and fit for battle. We'll need to work shifts make sure your men get the rest they need but keep a good number on the roof a couple of centurions at the front door and a runner to wake the sleeping men if there is conflict. With all of that said Auramun scans the floor for a piece of discarded cloth and uses it to clean his weapons before resheathing them. Then heads off to get an account of what befell and get accountability for the keeps forces. After all that is taken care of he helps where needed. The corporal's responce.DM - two men who just downgraded their armor hurry to Makom. They seem eagar to take orders again from the very confident adventurers.Auramun turns from Makon to the higher ranking fellow of the keep.DM -The corporal motions for the biggest soldiers to assist with the dead collecting. He also directs four more to head to the roof to scan the darkness without torches. Relic? Sir, the Kitchen would double as a clinic or triage. It is there. He points to the direction around the corner.Auramun then turns to the acting commander of the keep. Showing a little concern on his face and in a calm and inquiring tone asks:Alustrin has gone back to Diamond Lake to retrieve reinforcments but will take a couple of days to return. I'll need an accurate count and roster of your men--how many did you start out with, how many are dead, how many are missing, how many are wounded and the extent of their injuries, and how many are still alive and fit for battle. We'll need to work shifts make sure your men get the rest they need but keep a good number on the roof a couple of centurions at the front door and a runner to wake the sleeping men if there is conflict.DM - Good. If the great Allustran has gone back for assistance then we must definitely hold this ground. With the keep gone, then the Lizard folk could use this against them as a ambush. I hear that one of you is an expert in fortifications? Serif is his name? Our numbers as I stated are 13. 2 are outside with the half-orc, 4 are on the tower, 2 are with the dwarf gathering material for the door to be rebuild, 4 are here with us reconsolidating arms and gathering lizard folk javelins and I am here with you. What are your orders?He eagarly awaits his commands. Auramun keeps his eye on the Corporal seeming to draw out schematics in his head."For now divide these 4 men up and have them expidite the ongoing tasks. Once everyone is back inside the keep we'll do a fifty-fifty watch with four posted on top of the keep, and two at the keep door one of which will do roaving patrols of the inside of the keep sporadically throughout the night as well as be the runner. We'll switch the guard out after six hours. My friend Relic doesn't require sleep or rest so I'm sure he'll assist in guard tonight, he'll be the extra guard at the keep's door tonight.--I will do the same after a short rest but will post on the roof.He brings his eyes level with the CorporalYou'll get a full nights rest you'll need it--you're the acting commander as of right now and you'll need your sense about you if my commrades and I are to go out and find your captured soldiers. We'll continue the effort to refortify Blackwall Keep tomorrow but after that it's imparitive that we set out to find your missing. That battle mage was one of Alustins good friends he'd want us to go looking.Auramun then pulls the Corporal assideThis is outside my scope but you're acting Lieutenant till reinforcments arive from garrison, hand pick two sergeants and two corporals. Keep your soldiers motivated and keep them vigilant there's no doubt in my mind that you and your men will be commended and possibly promoted when the garrison learns of your ability to defend your keep in the face of such an enemy. You have the comm, I'm going to do a check of the outside.Auramun strides to the open doorway that once held a door and peers out into the surrounding darkness, he closes his eyes and draws in a large cold breath then stares up into the cascade of stars and the sliver of a moon still big in the sky. It's been a long time since he's commanded soldiers, it felt good to feel the rush of battle and have willing soldiers. He exhales the large breath and wispers to himself:Tonight was a good night--and it will only get better.He then steps through the portal and does a perimeter check of the keep. Serrif takes a very pastel chalk set out of his backpack and begins to draw on the wall at a feverish pace. A chalk masterplan soon appears out of nowhere, The simple minded guard asks Serrif what he is singing about in an odd but simple manner: Yo Sherrif, Lez me AXE ya a Questin, I be from da street and I heard about these two really, Adventurers named Monsigner and Surge. They were cool and used to adventure with a super sexy Half-Drow Half-Angel named Boudicca. Their legend is infamous.Serrif replies" "Oh you have heard of my half-sister she is a much better shot than I but we were trained by my father in the use of the repeating crossbow. unfortunately my Father was a horney deviant bastard and used to sleep with anything that would walk so there are half angel creatures all over the realm. But enough about that!!"Serrif then takes his shovel and Very sharp lumber axe and mumbles we have a lot of digging and chopping to do. "We need to slow down the Lizardmens approach and gather grass and brush for bondfires. "After a few hours in the woods Serrif and his Strong but dull companion emerge for the woodline with dozens of 4' long 3" diameter sharpened and notched poles that appear to have been treelimbs up until an hour or so ago.Additionally there are a few 12' poles as well which are lashed together and topped with grass and treesap.Serrif also seems to be carring back a large bucket of Red paint that has the words "Warforge touch up paint, do not apply to skin".He drops it next to Relic and says:" I thought you might need this I got it from this weird looking guy with a bunch of grey and beige squares all over his clothes in the woods."He points to the Half-Orc Druid and yells:"Hey nature boy this guy in the forest said your "Dragonskin-Treehugger lube" was COD and I gave him the 1cp for the delivery fee".Serrif and the Dull guard then begin to assemble the fortifications. The soldiers eagarly execute their orders and move with a increase 'purpose'.The night goes without incident. An occational sound can be heard coming from all levels of the tower as last minute preparations are made.The next morning the party sets off into the Mistmarsh. You know know that the actual marsh starts at the base of the tower. The marsh is a dark, deadily place which holds both natural and unnatural threats and terrors. . . The party's blades fall to their side, the heavy breathing and last minute scans into the darkness for additional reinforcements are all that you can muster now.Still very much full of energy is the now shape shifted Waldar. It seems that he decided to shape shift without telling any of the party members that he could do that. A truely brave act to try out standing next to the battle hardened warforged. But Relic's wisdom allows him to discern the innocent nature of the quiet druid. Relic allows Waldar to 'try out' his new form while the others actually do 'work'.One of the party releases Marzena and the Commander.(new thread for this, I want you guys to roleplay this)Makom, Serrif, Auruman and Nailo go thru the lizard men's gear. The Lizardfolk tribal chieftan or 'king' is an impressive brute. He stood almost two heads taller then the other lizard folk and was slightly taller than Relic! His blood spilled around the area finds the lower roots and mangrove twists and turns making it a vile river of blood and guts. . . .The raging barbarian was also and impressive warrior. Unfortunately his demise was hastened by the crackle and snap of a 'unexpected lightening storm"The remaining lizard folk are of the same stock as the rest. Half of them bare the fertility wooden egg statue. The healing magics of Serrif and Waldar find Marzena and the commander just in time.The commander was knocked unconscious and would be soon eaten in a few days. He had lost allot of blood and kept barely alive.Marzena had her hands broken aswell as her jaw.When the two find enough strength and composure they turn towards you.MARZENA-By the Gods! Thank you! We would have surely have perished! The brutes took us from the keep days ago. The savages have killed and . . .. and. . . eaten Private Wemesley. . . COMMANDER -I don't know what to say . . .thank you! My name is Commander Diredell. . . how are my men? The keep?Marzena goes into the next room to gather her items that were stashed behind the king's throne. She places her cloak around her narrow shoulders, her dagger in a deep pocket in the inside of the cloak, a ring around her right index finger and either a stick or wand in another pocket opposite of the dagger.The commander grabs the first available weapon, a javelin, and takes in the carnage that you befell the lair. Diredell looks to be more of a politician then as a warrior, but could defend himself when not completely surrounded by lizardfolk.The both wait for a responce.[summon creature goes away, you hear no additional reinforcements, Ticka is calm, no radiating evil from anywhere. . . a hint of light grey around Nailo] Auramun looks from one to the other.I'm sorry your commrad died but at least we got to you both in time. Alustin will be glad to hear that you are alive. We came upon your keep durring a Lizardfolk attack--it nearly fell but we fought our way to the keep and reinforced your men. As it stands you've got 13 men there with Alustin bringing garrison reinforcments of an undetermined ammount. We should get you back to the keep soon so you may better heal your wounds and be further safe from harm. SERRIF says: “Let us get rid of theses fowl bodies I suggest we burn them in the harpies nest ”SERRIF puts on his gloves and grabs a rope and ties it around the feet of a corpse and drags it to the harpies room and covers it with wood and nest material and continues the process till all of the dead creatures are in a huge piled stack.Out of force of habit as the Over charismatic and talkative bard that he is, he starts humming a quite amusing Limerick.It is soon over heard by the party and the two released prisoners.“ Come listen to a fateful story and you maybe SMITTENStare at me blankly and feel warm like a young KITTENStories of monsters and adventures are soon to a QUICKENThe details are gory and your stomach may SICKENIn some parts it was hard and got pretty SCARYSo now take a seat and drink grog made from BERRYUpon a coven of birdmen that did seem real SCARYThen bitch slapped the NAMELESS who’s real name was LARRYLend an ear now to listen, as you chug down your GRAPEWe beat down that loser , and I now wear his CAPEThe party was hired by a mage whose quite MADHe does need a bath and breath smells quite BADTwo fighter, a rogue, dwarf, half-orc and BARDCame upon lizard raiders and battle was HARDBattle was bloody and many were killed by the TOWERThe guards tried to help but were better at COWERAlustrin soon fled from the group as the battle did QUICKENDid say twas for help, but we know hes CHICKENThey gave us the info of the big lizardman LAIRMissing was their cute leader with long silky HAIRMarzena was sexy and they all thought her HOTBut they sucked at the fighting, so then she got CAUGHTThere is a curse upon their wretched dark LANDTheir harlots were oozing so I used my HANDWe proceeded through the forest and into the MARSHLead by a ranger who did smell quite HARSHThen in the night, we heard a voice yell come HITHERThe fraidy cat orc, found a Snake that did SLITHERDwarf tracker got lost and snored like a BEARAfter days venture we came to the LAIRThe Rogue and this Bard went out to soon SCOUTWe were dazzled by mangroves, and then found a ROUTESoon fought some harpies, some lizards and THENSmacked down their king over and over AGAINThe Warforged a raging ,tangled but no FEARChest like a target of the lizard king SPEARA mage and her lacky were chained to a WALLShe seems very pretty, dark haired and quite TALLWith a flick of my wand ,restored her strength and her BEAUTYTwas hard to miss her firm breasts and voluptuous BOOTYI made her all rosey as she smiled with CHEERDead is this lizard tribe naught soon REAPPEARThe legends soon sung and without a DOUBTThe worms play pinochle while in your SNOUTThe worms crawl in the worms then dried OUTThank god they die at the end of our BOUT “Upon completing the Song , SERRIF lights the funeral pyre and walks back toward the Party.He picks up his pack washes his hands and feet in the pool by the throne. Next begins to head to the exit of the cavern and winks at the Mageas he passes and says “ If you would like to follow us back fair maiden I shall assure your safety until we return you to your Tower.On our way back our mechanical killing machine has some questions it needs to ask you.” The commander looks down in disgust and then back up in full rage. He is sickened to think his men died without his or the mage's leadership. And shows regret in not preparing better for the onslought.He speaks,The men lost were not in vain it seems if the keep is held. Good news will approach us from the south will the coming of Allustran and reinforcement. I will not fail my men again!We must move back to the keep incase another tribe has taken advantage of the lowered defences. . . He's interupted by MarzenaNew friends. There is more at work here. What we do next may very well decide the fate of the keep AND all of Diamond Lake. You see there was a lizard folk who tended to my wounds AFTER the king broke my jaw and hands. That lizardfolk bore the same symbols of fertility that the others did. Except this one was different. It looked at me with almost compassion, and definitely it did not agree with the king! Yesterday the very adorned Lizardfolk with a snake wrapped around its neck was about to cure me! It was interupted by the king. Strange how the other lizardfolk had the utmost loyalty to the king. Shortly after that one went out that way. She points in the direction of the water tunnel that leads to the light.Several others would go then come back. Something else is in that direction.She pauses to remember something sitted deep in her memory.Allustran mentioned to me that there was a black dragon in these parts 10 years or so. An uneasy pack was made with the mutual exchange of protection from each other's eggs. Strange why a dragon would enlist lizardfolk to do something that it's normally willing and able to do. I wonder why?Marzena doesn't come across as a scholar but her question puzzles her with deep concern.What knowledge do YOU have in regards to what the lizardfolk are doing? And where is Allustran? It would be easier for them to make even an uneasy treaty with the other tribes if they wanted to take over the keep. Even easier if they convinced the black dragon from that time ago that man was emproaching on their lair. My understanding of the lizardmen are that they are numbered, but splintered the same. They are up to something. . . Auramun looks at Marzena with an even stare--I hoped to have Alustin fill you in on more of these details but It seems that an ancient prophecy is upon us 'The Age of Worms'. He told us about the Black Dragon and the Lizardfolk and how they hade a tentative relationship for her protection of their eggs. I would say that the Dragon had other motives to help the struggling tribe but I can not be certain of it. If you say there is more to this lair down the water-way then it would be in our best interest to take a look and search for clues. My commrades also mentioned that there was a divine caster that fled the area and has yet to be found. If it is the one you spoke of that had shown compassion then it would do us good to find and inquire about your suspissions.Auramun then turns to the Commander--Your men did not die in vain--they held strong and with your leadership even though it wasn't present stood firm. They were very adamant about searching for you and hope for your safe return. There was a certain Corporal that had shown great leadership capabilities--you might look to him for a more senior leadership position in my opinion.Auramun sheathes his weapons after cleaning them of the lizardman filth and surveys the surroundings casually walking through the room. He gets lost in his thoughts--He sighs a relief that the band of adventurers were able to make it in time to save at least a couple of the captured. Alustin will be greatful that one of his good friends and contacts survived. He scans the room looking at each of his companions, new and old. He picks a spot on the floor next to a wall and leans on it casually sliding down to a sitting position removing his helm and taking a fine cloth from beneath his breastplate and wipes the cold sweat and congilled blood from his face and hands--He takes pride in his standards of cleanliness, and even deep within the mistmarsh in the lizards' lair is no exception. He looks up and regards the men and woman across the room and watches them deep in conversation, moving from companion to companion. Relic ever Vigilant and stoic standing in the back taking everything in, Seriff prancing around spouting ammusing limerics and giving the female mage full smiles and whiskfull winks of the eye, Nalio standing to the side casually leaning to one side with his weapons held at his sides seeming to be deep in tought, squinting his eyes and the usual frown that seems to be constant on his face. He notices Makon casually patting his kanine companion behind the ear--casually leaning on the hilt of one of his deadly battleaxes with the usual heartfelt simple smile on his face nodding his head from one to the other in conversation. Waldor one of his newest companions stands easily against a wall with his falcon Tika on his shoulder taking in the conversation. The commander--The commander seems like he knows what he's doing, not a grand fighter by any means but capable of defending himself if needed. He shows sincere concern for the men he lost and I'm sure this experience will haunt him for months and maybe years to come. Then there's Marzena--Even Marzena looks like an attractive lass for being a prisoner for days--weak with hunger and having multiple injuries including a nasty broken jaw. He studies Marzena a little looking at her from top to bottom--she's modest in her dress as far as I can see, she's more simplistic than the average mage bedeckoned in grand flowing robes of bright colors or intricate runes. He thinks back on his home--and he looks beyond the current situation remenicing about days of old--decades before most of these fine people were born. Allustran and I adventured together years ago, before I worked for the Sharn Council of Araments and Defense. He mentioned that the dragon around these parts was rare, but never mentioned a grand scheme or plan. Even when he found out that I was being transferred to Blackwall Keep he never mentioned that we would be in danger. I don't think he knew enough even to warn us. And I still think he doesn't know all, but didn't want to persuade me on rumor alone. If this is true about the dragon and the lizardfolk then I think the path where the water leads maybe a lead. I have not seen any young, and I have not seen any eggs of the lizard folk. Even as damp as this lair is, its not a submerged place to keep eggs of any lizardkin. I do not know of any "Age of Worms". There were a few lizard folk that took violently ill one day after drinking some potions or exlirs one of them found. I do know the connection but it might be useful to you. Alustin will explain in more detail--just know that we're in a troubled time and it will just get worse from here. Given your testimonial it might be a good idea not to drink any potions or elixers we find here until we can find out what they are, whats in them, or if they're just a cunning ploy to get an unexpected visitor to drink only to be poisoned. I agree elf-friend. The lizardmen are crafty but there is no telling where they got those potions. They were not mine. I can travel with you to investigate further. But we must act with purpose. The longer we linger here the less manpower can be used at Blackwall. If Allustran is moving heavy troops then he may still be two days out. We maybe closer. From what I've seen here, you and your commrades can hold their own! Any help is needed to hold that vital foothold in the marsh.She heads towards the water path.It looks like we will have to swim a fair amount in order to get to the other side. I would advise those in heavy armor to take it off. Lizardfolk are natural swimmers. I'm sure they made the path just long enough to discourage weak swimmers from entering their lair. As the party starts to clear the eggs to put them into a bondfire, Waldar notices something about them. There are two types of eggs here!The eggs that were stepped on were actually bigger, yet buried deeper into the sand. The lizardfolk eggs are a little more harder and smoother to the touch. The other eggs are actually much bigger and more fragile. Their thin outer shell must have been the reason why they were partially buried.The second type of eggs are actually black with brown spots. Inspecting one of the broken ones you can tell that what ever was inside never had a chance for survival. These black eggs were huge incubators for the green worms.After further study the first eggs to break actually moved to the first available lizardman egg, buried itself thru the shell and antimated the lizardfolk egg!Also, the kobold guard here were not the typical kobolds you are accustomed to. Besides their tactics and improved weapondry they all had draconic marks or somesort of brand. None in the party know what the mark means, but surely Allustran willThe party collects up all of the larger eggs and destroys them in the fire. A great debate between the party members erupts, partially due to fatigue and frustration of what has transpired. It appears that only the larger non-lizardfolk eggs were infected by the worms. The others are intact.MARZENA -Look, I know this sounds crazy but there are many lizard folk in the area this is true. But, the Broken Branch is the only tribe that I know that stood a chance at threatening Diamond Lake. All of the other tribes are peaceful. I think that one lizardfolk druid was trying to convince his king that there might be another path. I'm not sure by killing these unborn lizardfolk will turn the tide in anything other than senceless waste.She turns towards Waldar,My friend if anyone understands the balance of it all it would be YOU. These lizardfolk were foul. That is understandable with their use of the harpies and that other 'thing'. They were out of balance with the world. Now that threat is gone. I say we leave the eggs. They may perish, but that would be the natural flow of life. Or they maybe raised by another tribe. Either way there is no ill effect on Diamond Lake or the region. It's an ethical decision that we must make. I will not support destroying innocent life. COMMANDER -Marzena you mouth knows you no limits. All I care is to get back to the tower. If I'm delayed here doing something that will not matter to my men, then I say we leave before night fall. We can get there if we move now. If there are more lizard men alive from the Broken Branch tribe, then this will be my first stop to destroy them. But I agree with Marzena. Besides, its a waste of time and energy. I say we go! Auramun casually strolls the area before the bonfire regarding each of the conflicting conversations.I care not for the outcome of the lizardmen young, I could agree that we just leave them and let nature take it's course, but we should make haste to the tower--whatever the decision. I do not like leaving the young to hatch on their own. Yet I do not know of anyone that can rear them either. Marzena do you have any way to get in touch with one of the peaceful groups of lizard folk to tell them of the unhatched eggs and the great abominations that have been happening. it is possible that we might gain allies though this tragedy.Dronin uses up the rest of his healing spells to brign the party up to full health then layes down to rest for the night. Nalio walks around looking at the eggs, listening vagly to the conversation between the group, as he walks he stomache rumbles, I heard lizard egg was pretty good, think anyone would notice that one was missing?Already knowing the answers that the goody goods would say, he chuckles to himself and keeps walking, wondering the joy of raising his own lizard man pet... Auramun states flatelly....We should leave--I dont want to be sitting here contemplating our situation and have a mother black dragon come upon us unsuspecting. If rumor serves us right and she serves as a protector for this tribe of lizard-folk. Let us search the area for anything usefull but we shouldn't be here for too long. You two are most welcomed in your wisdom and foresight! To my knowledge, the Broken Branch tribe is the only tribe that had any interface with the dragon. The lizardfolk before in this area were actually very peaceful to the point of trading with some of the locals on the fringes. Now with the Broken Branch gone, I assume that the other tribes will take over this area with the eggs. On our way north, we can set a bonfire or something out of the ordinary. The wet leaves will cause allot of smoke but we can make it so it won't spread throughout the marsh. From then they will know what to do. Dronin gives Nalio a cuting look.These eggs should not be eaten. Then turns back to MarzenaHow long will the eggs last unattended. Our work here is not compleat we must find the source of these worms to stop them. I dont know if the lizardmen would welcome us into their nest even if we just cleard it from evil so I would like to delay them from comming here untill we find the souce. Yet I do belive that Auramon is correct the fort needs its comander and battle mage. This is the time to return to ensure the safty of the troops My experience is that the eggs will hatch in the beginning parts of summer. Its barely spring in these parts and we had a longer winter this year. I would say that there is another month to hatch or so. The lizardfolk hatchlings take longer to hatch. If you look over here. . . She points in the direction of the spawn.. . . it appears that even the hatchlings are more worm then lizardfolk. I think we might be safe for awhile. The party decides to keep the eggs there under the watchful eyes of the surrounding lizardfolk. Through the night you hear sounds in the wood followed by an eerie silence that last until dawn. You have been watched.Upon waking, Relic shows the others the direction of the loudest sounds. There stands a long spear with the Eberron universal sign of peace followed by other markings and another symbol. Waldar recognizes the symbol of that of his peaceful deity. This was a message from the other tribes, they know what happened. You assume that they could have attacked but instead left this message.The party makes way to the Blackkeep. About mid day, the party spots an odd sight. Coming thru the dank, dark marsh are several horses. The white horses are covered with mud and muck to their knees. The 4 horsemen upfront are very well armored and carry the marks of Sharn. Two other horses follow. One carries a massive man, who looks to be a leader and the fifth horse is as black as night, holds eyes that look like red embers and hoofs that delicately cut thru the marsh.The party assumes that this party is either very lost or is a search party. The second assumption appears to be correct when the child like person on the dark horse speaks.You didn't think you would gotten rid of me that easy now do ya! The rider on the back is Nagrom and the men are from either Sharn or Diamondlake.She continues,The Blackkeep is secured as of late last night. The garrison there had to fend off a few more attackers. Apparently under the first assault when the lizard folk broke in one of them was a worm carrying victim of Kyuss. The guards trapped him in the basement. Some of the worms infected the bodies of the fallen men. Yesterday the door broke and the animated Spawn of Kyuss lizardfolk killed two men before he fell.The men have cleaned the whole keep out and have burned any suspecting clothing and all of the bodies.She acknowledges Marzena with a nod and a strange arcane gesture.Nagrom continues,We are here to send you further to gather more information. Allustran and I are finding out more and more about the worms, but not its source. The worms themselves can actually be boiled into a paste that will repel further attacks. We have not tested this, but in our tests the worms will stay away from the mice that we've coated in worm paste. Interesting.A few minutes goes by and you explain what you have found at the lizardfolk lair, the king, the disappearing druid, the black kobold guard and the mysteries of the dragon eggs. And of that of the spawn. . .The four horsemen ride out in all directions to scan the marsh. The fifth larger man rides forward.I am Nelresh head of security and employee of Eligos of Sharn. Eligos and your common friend Allustran adventured together long ago. I would prefer if we talk on the move. Nagrom, are you ready?Frostfell nods, pulls out her rod of extend metamagic,Derta folcar Liti Ulnum! a horse appears next to her. Makom seeing this knows what is happening and surrenders the pearls of power to Frostfell. After a few more castings there are enough horses for the whole party.Let's ride!Nelresh says. The two of the men go ahead 100 feet or so. The rider and the horse make it easier to track since the rider is elevated above MOST of the low mist of the marsh. The remaining two stay behind waiting for the party to mount their horses.continues. . . . . Dronin salutes with his arm across his chest the horsemen and then Nagram.Thank you for your aid. Once we have seen the comander to the fort we should enter the swamp once again to find the source of these worms.He mounts one of the horses and starts off once the comander and Marzena begin to ride. Auramun walks out of the Crooked House's front entrance and breathes a long deep breath relishing the morning air and the small cool breeze with the dew still fresh around his feet. He looks down the street--left than right with a long drawn out overhead stretch of his arms. He can hardly remember the last time he was in a beautiful city like this with so many people about.He's not a social butterfly by any means but he loves to be in the presence of others just to observe them and their ways. He stops his long stretch and adjusts his wondeful vibrant star studded cloak and steps down the street. He weaves in and out of streets casually taking in his surroundings. Looking in shop windows at the merchandise and throwing a wink at some young ladies every now and again. And stops on one occasion to help a genneral store owner who was having a hard time unload a couple of heavy looking boxes from a horse drawn cart.As the morning draws on he stops for breakfast at a small corner dinner that is uncommon in most cities. A curious little iron gate surrounds a small covered patio filled with tables and chairs on a corner in Sharn--at the far end of the patio is a small indoor bakery where you can purchase freshly baked pastries and other food as well as beverages and take to the patio to enjoy in an outside environment. He enjoys a few sweet pastries and a cup of tea before furthering his adventures of Sharn. Tossing a few silver here and there to poor children wandering the street. His day begins. As the battle draws to an end and Auramun helps the mysterious elven maid down from the upper rail. He looks into her eyes and gently helps her to her feet, and in a low whisper in elven asks her.I'm Auramun Galanodel from the Crystal Dawn hailing from a fallen kingdom in Cyre, you've yet to mention your name or why you were imprisoned here--it seems very unlikely that you should be here--the same as us. Is there anything I--or WE can do to help you after we escape this place?Keeping his eyes on hers he gently takes his hand and fixes her hair a bit where it's been sticking up due to some neglect due to the imprisonment.Regardless of the situation if we encounter anymore hostile beasts like the ones upstairs find a safe spot and stay out of sight--Dronin our holy man and myself will do our best to keep an eye on you--you wont be harmed under our charge.With that said Auramun takes up a position with his beautiful weapons bared a small distance from the elven maiden.(OC: That's wearing a T back, lol Oooh lala, J/k) After all the doors are bared and the place seems secure. Dronin uses up the rest of his spells to heal everyone up and beds down on the ledge preparing for the worst.The report that the "human" from the cell is gone has him worried. He could not just let him die but we should have secured him before moving on. now he layes down and stares at the door waiting for his enemys to appear. Slowly he nods off to an uneasy sleep knowing that tomarow will be worse than the day before. Dronin listens to Nalios tale of abduction. He thinks back and the imposter was perfect. He now begins to wonder about his other companions yet if any others were enemies they would have turned on him and not defended themselves with such vigor during the last battle and is satisfied for the time being. He moves over to the young slain elf. He says a prayer asking the celestrial cort to watch over her soul. Bends down to her and whispers that he will avenge her and take her home. He heals himself (CMW) and asksIs there anyone else that needs healing? I have very few spells left. The scene is odd and chilling. At your collective feet are 6 bodys of the strange alien beings wearing the same clothes as the party. Only Nailo's body double is not there. You know that imposter to have fled to down the hallway.Where did it run? Are there others? Is there something. . . .else? What is their motivation in hunting down the party? The elven woman? The crazed man who still lives in the cell? Why Nailo? Have the others been taken too? When will they strike? Who can we trust?A slight current of air can be felt coming from the secret door from the south. DM to party-The hard fought battle has been one. This was the first real close battle in a long, long time. Since the battle on the cliff face over looking the water where the bard Francisco had fallen many weeks before. The maze of moving walls behind you, and the body of Telakin before you, you try to best fortify the area the santuary. The rogue and elf survey the room and it appears that there are no secret doors. One way in and one way out. That may not be the position you want yourselves in should 'doppleganger Nailo' shows up with friends. The pits do not appear to have a reset. They were triggered by sear weight breaking hollowed peices of wood that joined two halves of the false floor. The large chamber with a vaulted celing high above. Aong one wall, a mcaabre assembly of vats and tubes connects to a table with numerous straps and a strange silver helmet. On the far side of the room, a raised dais supports a throne. You deduce that the device on the west wall is used by the dopplegangers to etrat memories and knowledge from the victimes they've captured. They encode the memories into gems called Mind Clones. Each one looks very valueable. The table shows signs of either torture or restraints used to hold down the victims. There is a huge mirror that has the magical properties similar to true sight. Telakins live form was seen in the mirror to reflect his true self. All of the party members whose reflection passes by sees his true self. Everyone is who they claim to be. Including Nailo, who all can see his changeling form. The mirror although cumbersome, could be sold for allot of gold in the outside. After expending all spells Dronin asksis there still somone who needs to be healed?{if no one answers/answer is no}He then takes out his sword. Salutes with it one last time and tells itIm sorry my old friend. I have proved my self.He then takes it by the handle lays the blade on the table and sunders it. He places the scabard on the table and the hilt in his belt.He then lays down to sleep with out talking to anyone. The act places the 'normal' sword on the table away from it's former owner. A sence of peace fills Dronin and a overall sence of higher status fills the air around him. Dronin has a commanding presence.Even Relic nods in appreciation of Dronin's status. Once the battle has passed Auramun scorched from the mage's repertoire of Magic Missiles, Fireballs, and Flamewalls as well as the Greataxe of the wierd alien creature's altered warrior self, he asks for healing. Once he feels better Auramun ventures back out into the cooridors to retrieve the fallen elf maiden and brings her back into the secured room, then continues to tend to his wounds.Without waiting too long he gets up and checks the corpse of the alien like creature--and the mind gems the dopplegangers have stored as well as look for anything else of value in the room before finally finding a comfortable spot to bed down. DM to group: The battle was hard fought with Auruman taking most of the hits from the foul creature. The emblem on the creature looks to be more of a brand or mark then a simple decoration. This doppleganger is different than the others and none of the more simple dopplegangers shared this mark. There is no sign of the 'Nailo double' and no additional treasure found in the area.[note - I summarized already the loot found in this room. A good portion of magic items (wands, rings, a shield, axe etc etc - all are written done in the room) "my friends i think i might need to up my wisdom and i would like something more then moss for my feet""i do hope that the animals are fairing well it has been some time sence we have seen ticka or your dog makom."Waldar sits looking in to the mirror"i wonder just what this place is for and why would they try to sway nature in this manor. i should think there are easier ways of doing this."Waldar walks of to the worms in the lab devices and studies them for a bit. DM to partyThe night passes without incident. The party rests uncomfortably knowing that the threat against the party is still out there. No answers to the questions of WHY the party is being hunted makes an uneasy feeling. Waldar, even being alone is probably the safest. The shelter of the forrest provides him concealment from the shifting and prying eyes of the lower belly of Sharn. Makom, Relic and Dronin find good company in the Temple of Dol Dorn. Though the accomadations are sparce, it is clean and warm. Auruman and Nailo put the life of an adventurer on hold for the night as they drink, mingle and womanize. . . Auruman is gifting in the art of seduction, Nailo often excuses himself to the back to shift into another form in order to get the next girl's attention. The two are deadly with swords and the silver tongued lies that men use to get what they want from girls. The night is very much alive in Sharn. The battles waged in the arena will be coming very soon. This air has captivated most of the surrounding district with talks of favored fighters, stories of the past and waggers for the present.Unless the party does nothing else, the 5th day starts and Waldar is due to link up around 1500 that day. DM to the party -The strange sites and sounds of this unground lair have been unforgiving to the party. Both behind and the way ahead oozes with death and destruction. From the tunnel that cuts underneath the busy streets of Sharn, a menance grows in power. The unusual cooperative nature of this Mindflayer has brought many thralls into its service. The dopplegangers, their master a greater doppleganger, drow, the alien Octopins and now a Vrock are all very mysterious. The last battle almost claimed the life of two members of the party. If not for the quick reactions of some members the others would have perished. But why did the upperhanded Vrock run away? What lurks around the corner? Could it be more Octopins? The mindflayer you fought before? Or something else entirely is around the corner?! What does the party do? Where do they rest? Should they rest? Muuuuuhahahahahahaha! Muuuuuuuuhahahahaha! as player.Nagrom comes to after unleashing the power of the Three Thunders.I hate when that happens! We must be careful that this cleric has created or has control of these Spawn. In my research I did not find that the Spawn can be controlled as undead are. But if they can be guided then that is truely disturbing.She collects her thoughts.These guardians not only do not rest, but can inflict their deadly disease on us all. We need to be prepared to tie each other up should WE get inflicted. The alternative is death. . . . Auramun puts the tips of his scimitars on the ground and leans easily on them surveying the room; some sort of force field around the dead cleric with a silence spell radiating around these strange scrolls. . . even more wierd are the fact that the scrolls are glowing and emitting a strange beam of green light that leads to that doorway. . . He ***** his head to the side and purses his face up in thought then turns away tawords the others.Well Nagrom I agree with your assessment that these things could infect us, though instead of death I think we should try to determine if it is disease or curse that infects us and buy wands, potions or scrolls to combat the effect. You also said that we could use a paste made from the crushed remains of these worms. . .Auramun seems to have an idea and moves quickly down the hallway to the training room and the room with the coffins.He very carefully gathers up a mass of the dead worms from the spawn and puts them in a container he finds in the training room and proceeds to crush and mush them in the container with a broken table leg till it becomes the consistancy of pudding and hands it to Nagrom.What do you think? Should we try it out in case we come across any more of these crazy undead worms? We should be on our way--we dont want anyone to miss us in the halls we're supposed to be in. The paste will help. In the heat of combat we may have to use Waldar's rope, unless we apply this paste. There is enough in the last room to make enough for all of us. I agree that we take our time to collect and create this paste.Nagrom turns her attention to the scroll still sheading light in the area. She bends down to examine it without touching it. You mean she looks up? Originally Posted by Nagrom The paste will help. In the heat of combat we may have to use Waldar's rope, unless we apply this paste. There is enough in the last room to make enough for all of us. I agree that we take our time to collect and create this paste. Nagrom turns her attention to the scroll still sheading light in the area. She bends down to examine it without touching it. The colusium roars above you is faintly heard as you stand in this chamber. On a alter to the west a scroll strangly glows green and has a magical green light meandering to the closed door to the east. There is the door that you came through to the south and a closed door to the north. In the room there is the body of a Tifling that you have just slain. My friends, let's not waste too much time away. We may draw undue attention to ourselves should we not be present for the next fight! Whatever else is down here will have to wait. I say we take and hide the scroll in order to make the next fight! I stil have to study my books. We've still got over 24 hours till our next fight, I say we make sure this area is clear so as not to raise any alarm that there is an intruder or spy in the arena--and the fact of the matter is the patron of this fine arena already has a bounty on our head so his finger would automatically point to us if we leave a mess. Nallio discovers that when he touches the scrolls he finds he can speak to a dark creature that calls himself the apostle of Kyuss. By following the light from the scrolls you find a gargantuian monstrosity half asleep in a protected shell.Unable to releace or destroy the monster you travel on to the next room. There you find Eleckams sister now a zombie. Futhere inspection of her reveals that she was most likely killed a year ago by strangulation. Also in the room you find a distrubing chest with images of Kyuss and his spawns. While attemting to open the chest Nalio sets off a sinister trap in which he fights with his mind to stay in reality. He survives both times yet has worms burst from his hands leaving him weaker than before. Unable to open the chest he turns to Relic to crush the chest. Relic insted of using his phisical might uses his spirit. Relics turn checks supress the great evil with in the chest. Nalio is able to safley open the chest and the party recieves the great treasures inside.The next room is small and has a strange curtain in it. everyone gathers in the room and Auroman peeks throught the vail. Behind it a Alkilth is waiting and attacks. The battle is fearce yet the party eventualy overwhelms the demon.The party moves on down the last hall to find a door. on the other side they can hear people talking about laundry. Not wanting to hurt inocents and/or alert the colusium they head back to the bypassed secret door and staircase.They find themselfes in a wine room where Nagrom picks up a nice bottle of wine and they move on. Waldar creates a distraction of turning into a lion and running around the gaurd room. while the garuds run around looking for the escaped animal Vigilent Eye return to the holding area.Now waiting in the Coniboy four teams head out and only one came back victorious. Your manager is still there holding a bird awaiting any final instructions so he can assist with the next days battle. Good Sir. There are a few items I would like to purchase.She hands him a neatly defined list on parchment. It reads:Two scrolls of Dispel MagicOne scroll of Ectoplasmic Armor (level1)Benign Transportation (level1)Targetting Ray (levle1)Distract Assailant (level1)Sting Ray (level2)Ray of Deanimation (level4)I know my list is long, but I'm sure to use at least one of the spells in the fight. The others, in time, will assist the party.Thank you, and I will have the gold to pay you when we win tomorrow's contest! Auramun looks reluctant as he hands over both of his Adamantine Scimitars to the teams manager--then hands over the extra gold to complete the order for the new magical Starmetal Scimitars he had ordered previouslly.Thank you for your assistance, and dont worry we'll get your sister back for you when the time comes, and she will be avenged. The greatful manager gathers the things given him to sell and the bird and takes his leave of you.There are still 11 teams still in the area but by tonight there will be only 5 others. Even battle worn the other teams look fearce and fearless. Unless you need something of me, I'll be getting ready for the next contest. Relic I may not ride in your pack this time around. Waldar and I have devised a interesting plan.Nagrom gives the half-orc druid a sly grin.Just remember Waldar to drop your rope before hand.Nagrom goes to the corner of the room and begins scribing:level 1 mage armor (25gp) level 1 reduce person (25gp) level 1 expeditious retreat (25gp)Afterwards she studies her spells and then retires for the night. Auramun looks from the gnome to the half-orc. . . .. . . Waldor will turn into a cheetah and tie the rope around himself and the gnome will tie one end around her and cast levitate or fly on herself and it'll be a gnome parasailing around the arena raining death and destruction down on our foes--Ingenious! I'm not familar with the word 'parasailing', but from what I gather from your assessment the 'death and destruction' and riding on a shapeshifted Waldar is pretty close. Nagrom is sadened by the loss of Makom.He was a valiant and fearless warrior. His spirt rests soundly with his gods. She keeps a keen eye on Nailo to see if any items go untouched.Waldar should you succeed in your encantation, Makom will rise again! Save another form, which I will gladly embrace! The party avoided the powerful worm only to stubble across the black mirror and its guardian. After Dronin and Waldar defeat the undead monstrosity they were able to join the others on the other side of the portal. The area on this side is even more foreign than that of the Whispering Carin. Or is it in the Cairn at all? On the jaunt to the other side, all of the party members are reunited. Not only with themselves but with the ever twisting plot of the Age of Worms. Greeting the member are sinister bat like creatures that materialize what seems to be from the smoke and ash around you. You're surrounded.Roll for iniative. . . . . . Muhahahahahahaha The perilous journey towards the great gates of the General Icisocol is complete. But the chaos demon that guarded the tomb wasn't the only danger between the party and the light of the outside world. Still remain are the greater wind elementals, the creature who calls himself the 'Flycatcher' and the black dragon of Dragotha. You open up the tomb and you see. . . See a greater mummie that was Iscitol(sp?) ?!?!? and he's shooting 'freakin' laser beams from his head. First I heal up the group. Once done and the cofin is opend and I see that there is no more threats here. I take up a position at the door and rest. Nagrom's curious nature gets the best of her. When her host excuses himself she takes a 'tour' of the room noting anything of recent study.

The Three Faces of Evil (IC)

A whole new world {Ceron & Unbreakable}

Cordelia Haven smoothed out the bottom half of her dress feeling the silken material touching upon her smoothed thighs. She turned around looking in the full sized mirror watching her long dark hair flow around shoulders and back. She stopped once more looking full on at herself loving how the dark blue dress outlined her curves and brought out her deep blue eyes. It the top hugged her B cup sized breasts, which now on her 26th birthday still looked and felt like they did when she was sixteen. She kept herself in shape even with her busy schedule but then when you inherited a conglomerate it could be busy. She wore minimal make up just enough mascara to bring out her eyes and a light lip gloss to make her lips look a bit fuller.“Miss Haven He is here “Jason her butler offered his deep voice to her large bedroom and she nodded “ thank you Tell Mr. Knowles I will be down in a moment” she turned towards the pretty man but then anyone that worked for her had to be a ten in beauty in her book. “ And also tell Mr. Knowles that if I am not happy with even one out of this lot I will go through one of his rivals. “Her voice was cold and commanding knowing that Jason would convey her message cause the fit she threw from the last batch, wasting her time was as she overheard her staff say... Monumental. Cordelia hated wasting her time and it had been a long time since she had a descent sex slave and well she was used to getting what she wanted.Slipping into the matching dark blue high heels that added about 3 inches to her five foot eight frame she made her way out of her room. He long legs took slow and measured strides as she reached the stairs that would lead down into the large white foyer. Various paintings on the wall with white and black marble slabs on the floor. She looked down at the line of girls all dressed up and the guy holding the leashes to the girl in front of them. Cordelia couldn’t stand the sight of the slaver, he had pimples, looked like his face had been through a grinder and his belly looked like three round basketballs fused together but normally he did have the prettiest slaves on the market.The sound of her High heels upon the marble steps echoed as it announced her arrival and she felt how the slaver looked at her but she was use to such gazes even fed on them but then of course if he knew the truth of the powerful female he would think again. “So please tell me you have something worth my time “her voice sounded bored as her body came into full view and already started to assess the goods. Rose sat among a group of other well dressed girls, irritation settling in as the redhead felt irritation build in her for having to be in such a skintight dress and heels that made her feel like she was walking on poles instead of her own feet. Granted, she wasn't upset about the dress making her look bad as it pressed her breast together in amazing cleavage at a C cup and her athletic build had it fitting her curves perfectly. Still, it wasn't comfortable to feel her silk thong halfway up her ass or worry that her sex was too large and would accidently pop out of the incredibly short dress. Instead of complaining though, she braided her hair over her shoulder and sat quietly among the other discouraged woman. Within an hour drive, the doors opened on the back of the van and all the girls were hurried outside in their skimpy skirts and dresses. She took the chance to adjust her green dress to pull it down over her round butt, but she was smacked in the hand for it. She parted her red lips to cuss the man out, but the raising of a whip reminded her to keep quiet for just a little longer.She stalked across the gravel and into the mansion to line up on the far end next to a girl who made her light skin see through. Irritation set in again and she blew at a curl that rested in her face as she awaited their mistress to appear and give them a look over. The sooner the better because she desperately wanted out of her heels and in a thong that didn't feel too small.The moment mistress headed down the stairs though, Rose felt the pain go away and in its place arousal took over. She didn't know the woman well, but she was stunning and to a bisexual like herself, she was everything she wanted in a woman. She was too perfect. When she spoke to hope that they had something worth her time though, she felt herself fight off a shiver as even her voice was perfect. If she was the mistress taking home a pet, Rose would be taking this woman as her slave. Unfortunately it was the other way around and she had to just hope that her clear looking skin was a turn on against the mocha woman next to her. Her deep blues looked over the girls standing in the line “Seriously Knowles there is a difference between dressing the girls up and making them look like street trash. “ her voice purred off her lips as she eyed each of the girls slowly. She looked at the slaver “my recommendation is next time have them wear regular clothes then strip when they get to the destination “she mumbled something about men and bad tastes. The sound of the heels echoed on the marble floor, the silk moving with her steps as she walked first in front of the line of girls then behind knowing each girl could feel her eyes undressing them all.“Well this is a better lot then the last ones you brought in at least” she looked at each girl as if she was looking to add a piece of art or furniture to her home. She looked at Jason for a moment admiring the way the man filled out his butlers outfit perfectly, the deep brown eyes would melt most females with but a glance and his chiseled face always a pleasure to look at “what do you think. I see potential in a few, think with a proper bath, make over and proper hairstyles”. Cordelia was demanding, a bitch at times but she did understand the value of the idea of others.Jason laughed and smiled for he did always enjoy offering his options “Well Mistress You know I am always partial to those of the dark skin. “ His eyes set upon the dark female next to the light skinned one .” but the one next to her has potential and well she does have a nice ass which I know you have a weakness for “ Cordelia smiled as she dismissed the rest of the girls leaving the two standing alone. Walking around each of them “There is something exotic about this one” as she stopped in front of the dark-skinned female and ran a long manicured finger over her chin and the smile of the dark skinned girl grew.Sighing she looked at the light skinned girl. “You know what is great about being rich. ... No you probably don’t “as if talking to herself she turned to the slaver” I’ll take them both Jason will take care of your money. “she looked at her servant “ consider the dark one a gift or a bonus “ she looked at the other girl as she took off the slavers collar and with a wave of her hand several maids in skimpy outfits, all of them a beauty not a flaw on them. “ take this one up to my quarters, I want her bathed, cleaned up and a work over, nails, hair, facial the works when I am done with my meeting I will expect her ready for me.”Her words still hanging in the air as she turned without giving the girl another look and headed off into another door. The maids smiled, the touches light “please come with us “ When the future mistress came to look them all over, scolding the slave master for his choice in their attire. In her head she was agreeing fully, but doing her best not to roll her eyes. She wanted to be picked. If she wasn't picked in the end, she didn't want her eye rolling held against her as a reasoning as to why she was not chosen. Her consciousness was pulled from her thoughts though as she realized she and the girl next to her were both being discussed. Her heart jumped into her mouth as the butler and mistress discussed the two girls, the choice having been made in her own head as to which they would pick. Instead of being told though, it was simply narrowed down to the two of them.Behind her back she crossed her fingers and hoped that she would get lucky this time.The girl had been so heavily praying that she was chosen that when she was actually picked, she almost didn't hear it until the maids came to take her away. "What?" she finally got out and watched her brand new mistress return the collar to the slave trader. She watched the graceful woman head to another door and she instead turned her attention to the maids who gently placed their hands on her bare arms. With her mistress no longer in sight, she walked with them with surprisingly good grace across the marble in her high heels. "So, um, what are you guys going to do? Please I know I'm a pet, but don't cut all my hair off. I kind of like it long..." The butler left with his gift and it was obvious he was pleased and though he knew that the girl belonged to his Mistress not to him but it was the gesture and it was one of the things that made his life even better here. The maids giggled knowing Jason would be busy and I was their Mistress’s way of telling someone to take the night off. The four girls giggled at the look of surprise on their charges face as they led her away and giggled at the questions and concern. It would be then the newly acquired girl would realize the four girls around her were quadruplets. Blonde hair, the shimmering blues, they all were the same height with large D breasts that the outfits barely contained.“OH don’t worry Mistress likes long hair, she enjoys to pull on them” and all four girls giggled as if they all had experienced it firsthand. They didn’t answer the rest of her questions as she was brought into a large bathroom. In the center of the floor was a deep bath with steam rising from the surface and four pairs of hands over her body as they began to undress her. “ We are going to get you all prettied up for the Mistress as you can see she is very picky on the looks of all of her slaves and staff. “Once Rose was stripped the other girls got out of their outfits as well and she would notices not a blemish on one inch of skin, their long hair shone under the light, their large breast defying gravity, pussies bare. They guided her into the water as they began to wash her, it was obvious that the soaps and oils were high end, one behind her as she started to wash her hair. Another one coming up to her “close your eyes “and then she started to smear the mask onto her face.“So Rose tell us about yourself “ their bodies were close feeling the hands and fingers all over her body, hard nipples rubbing against her body, as if they kept themselves in constant contact of the girl they were bathing. "Oh that's good," Rose replied a little more quietly, unsure if that was something she actually liked. She followed them to the bathroom and eagerly stepped out of her heels once there. She reached for her zipper, but she was instead stripped, proving that she didn't need her hands to actually change for herself. She pulled away from where she needed before she was soon bare and feeling extremely exposed in front of the girls who were clearly there to tend to her. To an even greater surprise, all the girls followed in suit and showed themselves boldly before her, stripped of clothes. She proved to have as athletic as a build as the dress suggested with a pussy that had been trimmed neatly for her bikini line, but not bare. Before she had become a pet, she also had both her nipples pierced with barbells - something she had done a year ago after being old enough to do so."Wouldn't want to disappoint her..." she muttered as she wrapped her arms around her breast, holding herself to try and keep some modesty about herself.She walked with them to the bath and slipped into it, moaning lightly at the heat settling into her chilled skin as the dresses hadn't done much to keep her warm in the back of the cold van on the way there. Again she figured she would doing things by herself, but instead the maids handled it, eagerly putting their hands all over her body. She pursed her lips for she wasn't sure about it, but after a while, their bodies sliding against hers became arousing and she was soon truly enjoying herself.As requested she closed her eyes as a mask was rubbed onto her face, making her skin tingle. "Um, my name is Rose. I came into this line of work because my mother thought I could be of more use. She sold me and here I am now. Not an overly sad story, my mother is just a bitch," she explained as she took pleasure in the sensation of their breast dragging across hers. The girls giggled as Rose tried to hide her breasts but knew that she would eventually get past it as all do. She heard one of them say “don’t worry we were all like that as well “the girls all smiled at the same time as if understanding. They worked on cleaning the girl Rose would feel them scrubbing her skin the one washing her hair as Rose talked it was obvious she wasn’t the only one that had happened to. “Well Rose you’re in good hands “they paused for a moment “as long as you obey the Mistress. Her punishments can be things you won’t forget” Again in unison they all nodded.“ Sit on the edge of the bath Rose , we well .. “ they looked at each other “ have to take care of the hair on your pussy “ with a girl on each side of her they would help rose to side on the edge of the pool not really giving her much of a choice. She would feel how they spread her legs wide open and one licked her lips “you have a pretty pussy I hope Mistress one day lets me sample “she giggled as did her sisters as the started prepping for the wax.“If you please the Mistress she will eventually just have the laser treatment and you won’t have to go through this. “They seemed to pity her as they proceeded to remove the hair from her and did it as quickly as possible. When they were done Rose would see a jar on near as well and fingers dipped into the jar” this will sooth “the girl’s fingers were gentle on the sensitive flesh. It was obvious to rose her fingers seemed to linger upon her folds as she spread the gel soothing her flesh. A smack heard as one of her sisters smacked the others arm “hey no playing with the Mistress’s new toy”Again the room was full of giggles as they started to remove the mask they put on Rose’s face and once more she would feel as they worked on her hair. Finally as they finished they stood her up and dried her off and led the naked girl into the master bedroom. The room itself was large enough for several apartments. There was a large canopy bed, carpet covered the floor thick under her bare feet. several dressers against a few walls, a large mirror against one wall. Paintings as well adorned the walls the door to the closet was open as well showing the inside like it was a full room itself filled with shoes, and hanging clothes in the center was a circular couch and a large makeup desk.“Mistress didn’t leave instructions but we would recommend a kneeling position in the center of the room to wait for her she should be with you shortly and good luck Rose we hope you pass the test” though from the lustful look in all four pairs of eyes they seem to envy what the newly acquired girl was in for. She winced a bit at the idea of punishments, but she doubted that she would have to face them. She was horny just at the sight of her new mistress, she doubted she would have a problem obeying what she wanted.She raised out of the water as was requested and she looked a little confused until they mentioned what they were doing. She pursed her lips tightly together as she hated the idea and was already grimacing before they even touched her. Every time they took more and more off, she yelped and closed her eyes tightly to keep the stinging tears at bay. With thankful speed, it was over and instead something new was being placed on her now bare skin. The gel felt amazing and she found herself shuttering as her fingers slid between her lips, more than willing to have more attention down there. But it was denied. "Thanks for the complement, I hope you do get to..."After they worked quickly to clean her up the rest of the way and rid her of her mask. She dried herself off and looked for clothes, but they didn't offer any. Instead they whisked her away again to a plush room that was bigger than what she remembered her house to be. Rose was amazed at the room and felt her self shiver in excitement though she was still bare. She parted her lips to ask what she was doing there, yet again they didn't really answer what she wanted. They instead suggested something of her that sounded just sexual alone, but it had her excited again with their tones. Rose wasn't a slut before. Nor was she one to avoid what she lusted for. Right then she lusted for her mistress. Still, she took in the chance to look around the room a bit before she decided she had seen enough she found a spot in the middle of the room and knelt down, sitting back on her heels as she watched the door, fiddling with her hair as she found herself loosely braiding it over her shoulder again out of habit. Cordelia sat in her office and as she listened to the conference call she also turned on the monitors watching the girls in the bathroom and pleased the maids didn’t disobey her command but she would have enjoyed watching those four nymphos have their way with that girl. Sill she was pleased they held on and she would have to reward the girls. As the call droned on the camera in her bedroom showed the motion and watched as Rose moved exploring the room but pleased the girl only looked around then knelt waiting for her.Cordelia purposely made the girl wait even as the call ended and she sipped on her wine watching and admiring the girl in her kneeling position. Finally she stood up and headed out of her office flicking off the lights and walking down the hallway the echo of her shoes once more filling the corridor and then the Foyer as she started up the stairs. Within her there was a certain level of excitement for when she had looked within her eyes she knew the girl would handle what she had to give, that she would be the total slut that she required to keep her own appetite in check.Since losing her last slut things had been rough and of course her staff had to take care of her though she knew they enjoyed it they didn’t have the stamina and often she would leave members of her staff covered in her cum exhausted and broken. Cordelia knew that the girl could hear the echo of the steps from the hall and she purposely took her time getting to her room though already her pussy was soaked at the prospect of the night, her nipples poked at the think silk that covered her body. She could feel her own juices already sliding down her legFinally she grasped the handle to her door and it turned slowly as before the door opened and she walked through a smile upon her face as she looked down upon the girl kneeling “good I am glad that you listened to the nymphos. “She giggled as she walked to one of her dressers pulling the earrings out from her ear” They are insatiable sometimes but not even all four of them can keep up with my appetite. I am hoping what I see within your eyes that I am right and you pretty will be able to handle and take everything and anything I do with you. “Her voice when she spoke was gentle “I have a few rules and before I enjoy all the pleasures you have to offer. “ turning to fully face the girl she leaned against her desk “ First I own you as well anything else in my house. I know you were a pet before and well if you do well and behave will be treated as such, held above everyone else. I will be putting a collar on you, it always remains on. And last but not least no one touches you but me unless I have personally told you otherwise. “Her tone was commanding yet her eyes offered something gentle she was a strong female but she also had her softer sides. “ You will live here in my room and will be with me where ever I go well for the most part you will learn other things as well to serve me but always be around for my use. And you will always address me as Mistress or a variation of it. “ Rose's head snapped around as she heard heels in the hallway. Her curling red hair bounced around her face as she watched the door with eager anticipation to see the woman again. Biting her lip, she grew anxious the longer it took and then eventually the door opened.The sighed of her mistress got her feeling warm and aroused the moment she was able to see her again. She could tell from a distance the woman was already aroused and wanting sexual attention even before she had come in the room. It left the redhead wonder what she had been doing before she came in to the room. "They were helpful in the bath and I figured as they are yours, their advice would be helpful here," she spoke up at the statement while she watched her remove her earrings over her shoulder. At the idea of her being able towithstandher mistress, she grew even more excited. Now she was even more curious to see what exactly this woman had planned for her since others weren't able to.Hearing of rules though, she straightened a bit as she listened to them. She wanted to make sure she understood them fully as she wanted to be able to have whatever her mistress was wanting of her. It was very straightforward and all basic desires of someone who owned another. It made her blush though about having no one else touch her unless specified as her mind wondered to the maids who had their hands all over her. Clearly that had been allowed so she pushed that to the back of her mind. The knowledge that she was to live in this massive room wasn't a problem though as even the floor was plush if she had to sleep on it. Not a bit of her rules were worrying and she was eager to start."Yes, Mistress. I understand your rules and I will behave as you require me to," she replied with a soft, michevious smile as she knew perfectly well what wants the woman was directing towards and showing herself more than willing to comply. This time, she didn't hide from the woman as she knelt with her chest out to proudly display her full breast and pierced nipples that were lightly speckled with the same freckles on her face. "What do you require of me now, Mistress? Do we need to go and have me a collar made or do you already have one in mind?" She couldn’t have been more pleased at seeing how her new girl was eager with the arrival of her new Mistress. A nod from Cordelia pleased to hear the nymphos were helpful though she already knew that but it was still good to hear it from another. The curious look on the girl’s face was good to see and the excitement within her eyes as well only confirmed that this girl would work out well. As the rules where shared she like how the girl straightened herself to show attention to what she was being told and the acknowledgment put a smile on her face as it lit up her eyes. She noticed how she displayed herself proudly and Cordelia kicked offed her heels and knelt in front of the girl “well aren’t you a proud little thing showing herself of to her Mistress”Rose could hear the pride in her voice “ The collar will come later my sweets you still have to show me that you can handle your Mistress “ she leaned in close letting her lips bush the other girls “ I have lots of things in mind and I hope that you were fed very well earlier today “ kissing the girl lightly for but a brief moment she stood “ Now you can undress me I hate conference calls or meetings in general but well it’s how I keep all of us living in the lap of luxury.Slowly rising to her feet in front of the girl “now as I am sure you can see I am already excited but I am curious to see how much more you can raise that level without actually playing with my more sensitive parts” a test of sorts but a fun one as she straighten her short dress loving the feeling of the silk. Rose would see the look within her eyes “ hmm even if you pass out on me I am going to enjoy taking you “ the lust within her voice rose as she looked over her new naked pet “ but if you do well on teasing me regardless you get to sleep on the bed with me tonight “ She smiled pleasantly at the praise and nodded in agreement over having to prove herself before she was given her mark as her mistress' pet. She felt her heartbeat quicken as she was allowed just a slight taste of her lips. She was given a little more of attention, but it was hardly what Rose had a hunger for. Her eyes followed her as she stood, looking up at her beautiful body as she was instructed to undress the woman before they got started with anything more. This was a game that she was sure she could play even if her breast and sex was off limits."I wouldn't lust for anything but that," Rose agreed at the statement of being taken even if she passed out. She had amazing stamina and she was eager to put it to the test. Rose had been with several men before who hadn't quite done it for her, but she did plenty for them. Now that she was with a woman she was even more excited again. "I hope I meet your expectations, Mistress..."Rose stood from the ground slowly with her lightly defined legs made obvious as they bent to hold her weight and rise just short of her mistress' height. She crossed behind her for a moment to reach the clasp on her dress that kept it shut past the zipper. She worked it off with her fingers, dealing with the most annoying piece first. With it gone, her hands moved to the golden zipper and she put her lips to the woman's back, breathing against her spin as she slowly pulled the zipper down and away from her skin. Her lips kissed along the back of her shoulder while her hands slid up her back to them in order to push the shoulder straps down and off her arms. She smiled a bit as she stood so close to the woman with her body pressed against her backside, breathing in the amazing scent of the woman before her.With the straps off, she crossed to the front of her and pulled the dress forward a little to free her breast, admiring them as they bounced. Desperately she wanted to put her lips to them, but she refrained from it and instead kissed the woman's neck, closing the gap again, but kept from touching her breast to the other's. Rose slid the blue dress down her body, lowering with it, her lips returning to her skin when she made it past her breast. One of her hands slid down her back as she moved, feeling the athletic muscles in it as she did and circling her hand to her hip when she reached just before her rear. Her hands pushed the dress down the last final bit before it dropped all the way to the floor.Rose continued as she struggled to keep her eyes shut and focused away from her groin though she could feel the heat of it burning so close. Instead, she hooked her fingers in the lacy undergarment and slowly pulled it down, kissing the line where her panties sat as they slid down her legs. Her lips trailed after the undergarment until she slowly lifted each of her feet, one at a time to remove it. With it gone though, she opened her eyes and looked up at her as she pressed her breast to her leg. Then she finally saw why so many people had been worn out by her so quickly. Not only was her mistress equip with a pussy, but a large cock as well."Oh my Mistress, I see why others couldn't keep up with your demands," she panted like some feral animal in heat. "I look forward to pleasing you through it." The smile lit up the girls face and Cordelia loved that look as she saw the look of determination within her face to prove that she could handle it all. When the girl stepped closer she could smell the soap and oils on her which relaxed Cordelia it wasn’t just for the pleasant scent it also relaxed her. Though she did spoil those she owned there were other purposes to the spoiling as well and as with anything geared towards her pleasure in one way or another. With her eyes on her new girl watching Rose come up to her feet a smile seemed to be plastered upon the girls face and moving to behind Cordelia.Her eyes closed at the sudden feel of the other girl pressed up behind her, the breath upon her neck causing goosebumps to form and she moved her long hair out of the way to give her girl the exposed back of the neck. Her nipples where aching and she wanted just to throw the girl down but she kept her own composure. Standing there as the lips hit her shoulder and the light touch gliding the straps off her arms all the while her chest moving with more exaggerated motions as she slowly breathed with excitement. Feeling the larger breasts against her back as Rose continued to kiss along the neck noticing how she moved her neck to the side exposing that as well to Rose’s explorations.With the feeling of the cool air touching upon her already hard nipples feeling those hard points spring to life at a full inch her body already felt like it was on fire with the teasing of the girl already pleased at how well she was following the instructions. Cordelia felt Rose’s eyes on her admiring her breasts and the feel of the girls hand upon her skin just teasing the very edge of her breast sliding the silken skirt further down exposing her toned body. Stepping out of the dress her toe caught the silk and kicked it into a corner somewhere.The air was filled with the scent of both their sexes and it only turned her on even more as she felt those soft hands upon her underwear and sliding it down feeling the kisses once more resume as the touches continued to drive her crazy causing moan to come out from her lips. Cordelia opened her eyes as she looked down on the surprised girl and smiled at the look within her eyes and the words as Rose almost seemed to pant in want of what she saw.“As I look forward to you pleasing me girl “whispering in a breathless voice she touched her manicured fingers to her chin bringing the girl up to stand sliding an arm around her waist Cordelia brought her in close kissing her hard, the feel of the tongue against the other girls lips demanding them to open as she sought out her pet’s tongue kissing her deeply. Feeling as she pressed her breasts against the others girls hearing her own heavy breathing.Guiding her to the large soft bed Cordelia laid down upon it and bringing Rose with her while sliding her hands long the girl’s curves “now you may kiss and lick where you want except my cock. You may only stroke it but my pussy, my tits and my ass are all for you to enjoy “ leaning to Rose’s ear nipping at the lobe” my beautiful pet you will soon enough be choking and gagging on it I can see the hunger in your eyes to taste it. “ She rose as needed of her and met her masters lips as demanded. Feeling her tongue, she more than willingly parted her lips for their tongues to tangle together. Her heart raced beneath her chest as their breast pushed together with her own piercings rubbing across the other's nipples. The sensation sent shivers down her spine in anticipation, wanting so much more than she was being given. Blindly she walked with her mistress to the bed's edge where the woman chose to lay down but Rose remained kneeling over her.A little unwillingly she broke the kiss, but hearing the offer made her a little more willing to do so. She pursed her lips as she was ordered to please her again with her mouth this time, but not to touch her cock aside from rubbing it with her hands. Desperately she wanted to taste it, but if she wanted it more than once, she was going to have to follow rules and the woman's wishes. If it got her to hear the moan come from her beautiful lips again, she was more than happy to.Rose started simple as she worked her way down the woman's body. First she started on her already hard nipples, taking one of them between her lips and sucking hard on it while her hand grabbed the other one firmly. The slave could be gentle but how the woman grabbed her, she had a feeling she wouldn't want her to be. With her teeth she pulled at the hard nipple in her mouth a little, moaning against it as she squeezed it in her hand. Her eyes opened up to look up towards her mistress, eager to see her reactions as she played with her breast. Rarely did she get this chance and she loved them so she took her time in massaging and squeezing them along with lightly pinching her nipples. Occasionally she pulled on them but after she always soothed it over by dragging her tongue across them.Slowly she started working down the rest of her body, kissing her lean body as she went down. She stopped before her hairless sex, avoiding putting her mouth over the woman's cock though she was very needy to do so. Instead, Rose settled between her legs with them placed over her shoulders. One of her hands grabbed her cock and started thumbing her slid while she busied her mouth through dragging the tip of her tongue between her lips, dancing in swirls around it. After a while though, she moved her other hand to her pussy and slid a finger in, curving it as she pumped it in and out while her tongue still pressed around the outside of her hole. Soon she added a second one and started rubbing her cock a little faster and harder.With her hand soon soaked in juices though, she switched and slid a third finger into her pussy while her other hand slickened her cock with her own juices. In the mean time, Rose sat back on her heel, grinding her hips with need to have attention on it, but she kept her hands busy with her mistress' various genitals instead as requested though her own juices were running down her leg. The feeling of her girls lips were heavenly as Rose was eager for the kiss and her tongue supple following Cordelia’s lead in the deep kiss. She could feel the other girl’s hear pounding within her chest. She knew her new pet was on a heightened level of excitement but she wanted to continue to test this girl. Once more she was pleased at the girl taking the instructions. Cordelia smiled at the look on the girl and how she hungrily placed her eyes on that hanging cock not yet fully hard and she liked the fact her pet hungered so much for it.Arching her chest as she felt the girl move down to her breasts and a soft moan fled from her lips at the feel of the warm mouth around that rock hard nipple. She slid her hand over the girl’s head pushing her face to her chest pushing her breast into the mouth as she moved under her pet. Moaning louder with the feeling of those other fingers roughly taking her other breast” hmm yes my pet that is it” moaning the words out as she pinching and massaged her breast and her nipples. They ached and were so hard but then Cordelia always had been a horny girl one of the reasons she like being rich money allowed her to do anything she wanted.Feeling the girl start to move from her breasts Cordelia moaned in protest but she didn’t stop her training would come later. The kisses where intense upon her skin pleased to see the girl did well to avoid her thick shaft but as she opened her eyes grinned seeing Rose eyeing it with such hunger as the tip started to leak precum. Cordelia watched as her girl admired her pussy and as she felt the girl’s mouth hit her sex soaked already, glistening with her juices she bucked her hips the moment she felt the tongue upon her folds and the hand slipping around her cock.With her legs up on the girl’s shoulders she cried out “YES my pet eat my fucking cunt “her voice commanding and hard thick with lust even threw her moans. Cordelia grabbed her hair and held her face to her dripping wet pussy as her cock hardened to its full length and girth at the stroking of the girl’s hand over it. As she grew Rose would feel her fingers barely touching at the tips with her grasp around it as she brought her Mistress’s cock to its full ten inches soaking Rose’s hand in her thick precum.Cordelia cried out as she felt the finger glide into her wet hole “ Yes that’s it girl fill that tight pussy “ her chest rising faster while she brought her other hand to one of her breasts squeezing hard upon the full tit, pinching her hard nipple and screamed in pleasure at the second finger pushing into her tight pussy. Her juices flowing out faster seeing Rose’s hips moving as she was showing Cordelia her own excitement.” Fuck my pussy with your tongue my little hungry slut I want to soak and cover you in my juices. “Her legs wrapped tighter around the girl’s head pushing Rose’s head to her dripping hole as her cock shot out a stream of precum over her own chest.Cordelia rubbed it into her own flesh while her other hand grippe Roses hair tighter “fucking eat that pussy show your new owner that it’s the only thing you would ever wish to eat” The dirty, rough talking that was coming from her new mistress was intoxicating. The sounds that she made out of both pleasure and demands was making her so horny that she felt almost desperate to have the cock she was so roughly rubbing inside of her. If she hadn't been worried about the woman's punishments, she would have mounted her right then. She would have fucked herself silly on her mistress' hard shaft. Right then though, she was going to earn exactly that.Rose pushed her face between her legs again as her face was forced there and she moved her curved fingers as fast as she could, pushing her tongue in as well now. Hungrily she pushed her tongue in and out of her, moaning against her hole like an animal in heat. She danced her tongue across her opening before biting on her lip. The rougher she got with her, the louder she moaned and the more frustrated she became as she rubbed her bare sex on the bed, thrusting against it. She could tell that her newest addition was enjoying the talk as well as the tease as well. Cordelia was in pure heaven at the actions the girl between her legs gave to her as she started to fine Rose’s face with her soaked pussy. There was no denying the ay the girl pressed her face to her pussy and the attack of her tongue upon it, the moans as the girl made the pleasure even more causing Cordelia to scream out in pleasure as those fingers slid into her tight opening as she was completely soaked and she let out another loud moan seeming to carry on as she felt those slim digits move deeper into her extremely tight walls.Cordelia ran her fingers through Rose’s hair pushing her face harder against her folds as she felt the girl lick her with more want as the small hand around her thick large cock stroke her faster causing a stream of precum to shoot out and her hips bucked in response. Her other hand grabbing her perky breast squeezing on it hard, twisting her acing nipple with those manicured fingers as her words grew intelligible and her moans flying out louder and faster as the sounds filled the room.Unable to take it anymore Rose would feel the pull of her hair as Cordelia pulled her from buried between her thighs and brought the girl around pushing her face down to the bed and lifting her ass up into the air. Rose would feel lips upon her back as Cordelia kissed her way up and started pulling on the hair she had a grip onto and Rose would feel the massive head of her cock pressing right to that already waiting pussy. Cordelia pressed her lips to Rose’s ear” you want this don’t you , you want to feel my hard cock pummeling your pretty little pussy till you’re going insane with pleasure “ The words teasing the girl’s ear as she rubbed the head against her folds Rose gasped for air as she was pulled free from the woman's folds, arching her back from her hair being pulled so hard. She soon found herself spun around with her face pressed into the soft bed and her rear raised in a very defenseless position. She bit her lip as she closed her eyes and fought back a loud moan from just being pressed down like this. She let one finally come out as the other's lips were put on her back in such a perfect sensation that further confirmed her submission to her mistress. With lust in her eyes, she looked back at the woman while her head pressed against her tight hole, teasing her and making her squirm a little."Oh god, yes Mistress. I want you to fuck me and take me until you're tired, let me know that I'm your slave now to fuck whenever and whereever you want. I want to cry out and let everyone else know and be jealous that i get to be your fuck slut. Please, don't make me wait for that," she begged while her hands clenched at the bedsheets. "Dominate me with your massive cock, Mistress." Hearing Rose take in that excited breath as she was pulled out from between Cordelia’s thighs turned her on even more as Rose so excitedly followed the silent pull of her hair and willingly raised her ass up even higher into the air offering the sexy lustful moan of anticipation of what was to come. Cordelia met her newest girl’s eyes as Rose turned her head to look upon her Mistress. Then the words flew from the girl’s lips causing Cordelia’s shaft to jerk spraying the girl’s ass with precum and Cordelia could feel her juices gushing out between her thighs in excitement.Rose continued to beg and Cordelia couldn’t deny the girl what it seemed she most wanted and with a hard sudden thrust Rose slammed her maddeningly hard cock right into her waiting girl’s soaked pussy. She held onto the girl’s thigh with one hand and kept her grip on Rose’s hair as she moaned slowly at the feeling of her full length sliding deep into the girls waiting slit. Slowly she ground herself against the smaller girl enjoying the feeling of her walls tight and wet around her throbbing thick cock. Cordelia pulled upon her hair and puling Rose up and arching Cordelia kissed her hard as her hips started to thrust hard feeding Rose’s pussy every inch, slamming against her cervix, moaning to those soft lips as she lost herself within the pleasure of the girl she now owned. Just feeling the woman's precum spurt onto her backside made the woman shiver in excitement and purse her lips to keep herself together through the excitement. Thankfully she didn't need to wait for long for her mistress suddenly filled her with the massive cock she bore with little warning and though it was rough, it made Rose gasp and moan loudly as she clenched on the sheets. "Oh my god, Mistress," she gasped as the woman grind against her pussy for a moment. She arched her back and twisted her mouth back around to the woman, gladly accepting the kiss before she started roughly forcing herself in and out of the girl. Rose cried out loudly as she bucked back against her, her heart pounding. "Mistress, you're so huge and it feels so fucking good."

A whole new world {Ceron & Unbreakable}

Stolen Love (MxM)

In the aftermath of nuclear war and devastation, only one continent held onto power over the broken lands. Most of the land was laid to waste. Arid deserts blanketed large territories and water was a precious resource. Technology allowed humanity to survive this bleak world but the resurgence of magic in recent years was turning the tide in favor of those who had it.Banded in tribe-like factions that had to fight for resources to survive, powerful lords controlled large territories in the continent. One such lord was Zaur, who married a woman who had the gift of magic. She could command the sky to give them rain, which quickly made Zaur into one of the most powerful men on the continent. Although his wife sadly passed away during childbirth, their offspring also had a gift that allowed him to control water.Many of the other lords sent him requests to marry their sons and daughters to this child he named Sorin. But while many vied for Zaur’s approval, others tried to wrest that power from him, so he always kept Sorin surrounded by skilled guards. Everything seemed to be going well until the boy turned eighteen, and his other power began to manifest, which would put everything Zaur possessed in jeopardy.On the night of Sorin’s birthday, many gathered to wish him well and praise him. Zaur made sure to keep Sorin concealed behind a metal screen at all times. They could see and speak to him but no one would be able to harm him or take him away. He was like a beautiful bird in a cage—able to be heard and admired but never to be touched. That night Sorin had six armed guards around him at all times. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide( many Sorin's abilities to control water was a gift, but to Sorin, it was a curse. He felt as if it was the reason his mother died giving birth to him. It was the reason he was hidden away for his "protection". He was a possession, an object to be pawned and now he felt that burden even more so. He was "gifted" with another power, one that he could not seem to control. He called to others and seemed to promise them his body. He had woken up with servants and guards clamoring for him, nothing he wanted.His father was angry, thinking he asked for this attention and Sorin wished he could convince him of the truth. Instead, he was guarded and kept concealed so his power would not seep out and cause chaos. He just kept a smile on his face, pretending to be happy and charmed but the masses who came to see him. He could not wait till he could be alone in his room again if only to try to control his new powers. "Father," he called softly and smiled when he came close. "I am feeling a bit tired and I was wondering when I could be excused..." Zaur looked at his son quizzically, "This is a celebration of your gift. Why would you leave?" He pulled him closer, "That there is Lord Karn--one of our biggest rivals. I believe he has a son that wants your hand in marriage. You see, we have the pick of the litter when it comes to what clan to ally with. All because of your power." He smiled to him, "Once you learn to control that other thing, we will be able to arrange a perfect match for you." He did not like that Sorin was able to awaken an uncontrollable lust in men, even though it seemed to be an involuntary trait.Just then, one of the servants began to feel the call to fully give himself to Sorin. He dropped the trey he was carrying and threw himself on Sorin, losing all sense of propriety. He kissed Sorin deeply and began grabbing at his clothes but was quickly stunned by a blow from one of the guards. He was quickly subdued by the guards and Zaur ordered them to take Sorin to his room.He figured that if this kept happening, they wouldn't be able to keep servants or guards around him. He had to figure out a way around this flaw. Sorin ducked his head at the mention of marriage, hiding his look of annoyance. He wished he was more than just his gift, more than an object to his father. He wanted to protest, tell his father he didn’t want to marry just anyone, that he wanted to choose, but he didn’t. “I al trying to control that power,” he promised softly. “It just started and I do not know what sets it off. Maybe I could talk to one of the sages? They know of powers…” He turned when he heard the tray hit the floor, worried someone had gotten hurt and was attacked by a servant. His face was red as he tried to fight the man off and gasped as the guards subdued him. Without complaint he followed the guards to his room and sighed, wondering what to do.Instead of wallowing he decided to sit by his window and look out into the night. The air was cool and kept him calm, kept his thoughts muted. He laid his head against the wall as he looked out smiling softly and dreaming of a world where he could be free. Zaur was embarrassed by that display in plain view. It made them look weak to have such an uncontrollable magic gift. He decided that Sorin would be best kept away from the public eye until they could find a way to control it. He ordered the sages to find some sort of solution to the problem.Days later, while they still deliberated and Sorin was kept in his room, new guards were appointed to watch over the young man. If they switched them in and out periodically, surely they wouldn't be affected by Sorin's power. But that would not prove to be a solution that would work long-term.Early one morning, the two guards at Sorin's door came into his room. Caught by the spell, they shed their armor and climbed into bed with him. The two began to touch Sorin's body, looking to feel his naked skin under his clothes. While one of them kissed his neck, the other began fondling his cock with both admiration and lust. Sorin kept his mind busy reading anything the servants would bring to him. He tried to figure out how to control his powers, but he did not really have anyone he could test on. He grew bored quickly but refused to complain, instead set to work on filling his sketchbooks.The morning the guards came in Sorin was sleeping peacefully. He did not notice the door open but woke when their armor hit the floor. His eyes were wide as he tried to push them off. "Stop it!" he yelled at them pushing the hand off his cock. "I do not want this!" He whimpered as he felt his shirt be removed and tried to think quickly. He breathed deeply and called on his water powers using it to freeze one of the guard's hands trying to get him to stop. The man screamed and fell back, holding his frozen hand. The other ignored that and licked behind Sorin's ear while trying to put his weight on the young man to pin him to the bed. His cock was hard and grinding against Sorin's exposed body. While the other soldier cried out in pain, he continued humming and trying to find a way to enter him.One of the servants came through the door and gasped at the scene before her. "Young master Sorin, what's happening? Your father wouldn't want this!" She thought Sorin had used his power to entrance the soldiers. No one really knew how his powers worked. Sorin shoved the other man away trying to get him off. He had tears of fright in his eyes and gasped when he saw the female servant. “I don’t want this!” he yelled as he tried to get free. He hoped his powers would not work on her, if he was lucky maybe they only worked on men. “I just want to be left alone.” He froze the second man and shoved him off his bed. “They will need medical attention and quickly…” he whispered as he pulled the blankets up to cover his form. The servant ran out of the room and went to get help. Others came in and removed the men from the room to get them help. Others came in to help Sorin get dressed.Zaur then went to see his son, "I see you did it again." He shook his head, "This cannot continue like this. I will get answers from the sages one way or another." He left to see the sages, disappointed that Sorin couldn't control his gift.In order to protect his son and prevent any other man to fall under his spell, he decided that Sorin would be kept in a tower, isolated from men. He had to make sure the gift was secure, so he used a tower that housed his most prized and expensive possessions. While the sages read every book on ancient lost magic, Sorin would be kept away from people. Sorin was angry at his father for assuming he would want to be accosted. However he did not say anything and just got dressed with the servants help. He was sad to be locked in the tower but hoped it would keep him safe. He never saw people, everything was delivered via magic so no one had to come close to him. Things worked well out for a while. Nobody came under the influence of Sorin's power. However, those that had still suffered from waking dreams where they would wander aimlessly searching for Sorin. They had a compulsive need for him and one of them even assaulted a maid that came to bring him food. Those incidents would be kept quiet so as to not damage Zaur's reputation.Zaur would bring Sorin out only to perform ceremonies where he would have him display his gift. It gave him a reputation as being a savior to all those that suffered in the wastelands. Everyone was grateful and impressed by his ability to summon water.But that sort of power tended to draw unwanted attention. Lord Karn had dominated the lands with his young bride by his side. Her ability to conjure fire would help him in battle against other clans. He had asked Zaur to join their clans by having his son marry Sorin.Zaur went to visit Sorin to tell him of this, "This would be a good match for both our clans. You marry Karn's second son and we make an alliance. At that point it won't matter if he falls under your spell because he will be your husband." He said, thinking he had it all figured out. Sorin felt more and more like an object as the days went by. He was hidden away with his fathers other possessions and brought out to show his powers. He was glad he had not been attacked again but wished his could be free from both his powers. When his father visited he grew upset but pushed it away as he tried to think. “And if I make others of his household fall under my spell?” He countered softly. “We should be trying to find how to stop this curse…not be forming alliances. I do not want to be attacked again.” Zaur nodded, "Of course, I agree, but Lord Karn is insistent that this deal happens within the next thirty days. An alliance with him is the best we can do. It will give us access to his lands and soon enough--with your power--we will take them from him." His vision was to aquire control of all the land in the continent. He was confident that, while fire was a great tool for war, the people valued water more.He searched his pockets and produced a metal bracelet that was plated with gold and had jewels in it. "I consulted the smiths and sages to create this. They say it is supposed to bind your power." They also warned him that it could be dangerous to tamper with Sorin's magical powers, but he didn't listen to those warnings. He thought they were being paranoid. "So put it on. It should cover that mark on your wrist." He pointed to the mark that had appeared on Sorin's eighteenth birthday--the day that his second power manifested itself. Sorin closed his eyes against the rage he felt at his fathers words. He was always used as a tool, but he supposed it was his birthright. He sighed and opened his eyes again once he was calm. He stared at the bracelet hoping it would help, “Are there any side effects?” He asked as he took it from his father but didn’t put it on. "They said that once it's on, only you can take it off. So there should be no problem." Zaur replied, "You'll keep it on until it is time to use your powers, then remove it when we have a ceremony. If this works, you'll be able to come out of this room." He was happy that they had found a way to nullify that ability, although it still wasn't tested. But if it worked, it could be the answer to their problem. The only thing was that it also nullified his water powers, but they would find a way to work with it."This week we will meet with them and you will make a good impression." Zaur told his son, "We will persevere through this." He smiled. Sorin took the bracelet and put it on with a sigh. “It takes away both powers?” He questioned, not liking that his water was gone. “I guess that’s fine. It will protect people.” He wanted to protest going to any ceremonies, he hated being shown off, but he couldn’t. “I would feel safer if I’m up here. It is more protected.” "Yes, until we know what's safe, it's better for you to stay hidden." Zaur agreed, "Make me proud, son." He said and left to prepare for the ceremony. There was a lot to take in.The day for the ceremony came and it was a vociferous affair. The motors from the trucks rang loudly along the music being played. Zaur came to Sorin's room and smiled when he saw him in the ornate outfit. "You look perfect. Lord Karn will certainly be impressed, and so will his son." Sorin put on the finishing touches to his outfit before turning to his father. “I am sure they will be. I just want to make you proud father.” "The let us go." Zaur took his son outside, displaying him like a trophy to the crowd. Lord Zarn was a big fellow with bulging muscles and a great beard. His young bride had dark hair and stood quietly by his side. On his other side was his son, a handsome young man but he wore a sour expression.Zaur introduced them and then told Sorin to put on a show for their guests. Just a quick example of his powers to impress them. There was a nearby pool with some water where Sorin was led to."Go on, son. Time to show them what you can do." Zaur said proudly Sorin took a deep breath before following after his father. His eyes tracked over their visitors and gave a smile to his suitor. He was nervous when he was told to preform, not wanting to take off the bracelet for fear his other power would surge. However he did not have a choice and slipped it off, placing it in his pocket before forcing the water to move for him. He created images of dragons, then birds flying before letting the water go still once more. The people were in awe of Sorin's performance and Zaur was happy to see their reaction. After Sorin came back, he left him with the young man, Ralph."How do you feel about this match?" Ralph said once their parents were out of earshot. Sorin pressed his bracelet back on as he was left with Ralph and looked to him curious at the question. “It is a good match for our Kingdoms,” he told him softly, remembering what his father said. “It will give us both great power.” Ralph shrugged his shoulders, "We already have that. I mean, are you happy about it?" He asked, looking troubled. "Father is not giving me much choice in the matter. I imagine it's the same for you. Wouldn't you want to choose who you end up with?" Sorin hid his look of shock at Ralph’s question and looked away as he thought of how to answer. “I have always known I would be traded for something,” he admitted softly without looking back to the other Prince. “Of course I would rather have a choice in where I end up, but it’s not possible.” He looked to Ralph with a soft smile, “The best I could hope for is to be with someone kind. Someone I could become friends with and learn to love.” "Yeah, maybe you're right." Ralph replied as Zaur came back to get them."Come, son." He pulled him aside, "How do you feel? Are your powers in control?" He was worried that it could happen again. After all, the bracelet was not tested yet.Away from the main feast, a cloaked figure made his way through the crowd and into Zaur's compound. He had a mission to complete, but he had to wait until nightfall. So for now, he would find a safe spot and hide until the coast was clear. Sorin waved to Ralph before leaving with his father. He nodded to his words, “I feel fine. No one has reacted oddly to me. I think the bracelet is working.” "Good, but for now you must remain in the tower. Just in case." Zaur replied, "And remember to read up on the texts. I want you to learn as much as you can about the territory we're about to take over." He grinned, "Lord Karn won't suspect anything until we've made our move." He left Sorin in his room for the night and went back to the after party.( room hadn't been ransacked but some things were definitely out of place. Someone had been there, but by the time he would notice the door had been shut and sealed as it usually was.From the closet, a young man watched while remaining out of sight. His gold eyes were fixed on Sorin's bracelet. He had been tasked to find Lord Zaur's treasure and was in the middle of searching the trophy room in the tower when he heard noises. Quickly, he hid in the closet and waited. Sorin sighed as he walked into his room glad to be alone. He noticed things were out of place but figured the servants had been cleaning his room. He just grabbed a book and sat to read for a while. The young man figured that the treasure he was supposed to get was that golden bracelet with the jewels. He just had to wait until Sorin went to bed and take it."What? He is reading a book?"He sighed but vowed to remain silent. He was patient until his leg started cramping from being in one position for a while,"Just go to sleep already!"He thought as he bit his lip. He had his hovercraft with him too, which didn't give him much room to move. The room was dark except for the lamp Sorin kept to read.He thought about rushing him and taking it, but that could cause problems. Why was this person's room in the same tower as the treasures? Was he a guardian of some sort. He didn't look it. He looked delicate and non-violent. Hopefully he wasn't here on a night shift, guarding the bracelet all night. Soon Sorin grew tired and readied for bed. He removed his shirt and changed into sleep pants before getting into bed. He sighed as he closed his eyes, unaware that someone was in the room with him. Yurien, the boy in the closet, watched while Sorin got undressed. It was hard to see in the darkness, but he could see that Sorin was in great shape. The light from the lamp gave it a sensual atmosphere."Nevermind that! The bracelet..."He focused, waiting until he went to bed. Then, slowly, he opened the closet door and crawled closer."Shit." He whispered when he saw that Sorin went to sleep with the bracelet on. He took a breath and carefully climbed into the bed. He touched the bracelet and tried to take it off him but it wouldn't come off. He had to apply more force. Again he was careful not to move too much but it was hard.Seeing Sorin's eyes open, he quickly yanked it and was able to pry if off, but it went flying across the room and he nearly fell on his back. He pushed Sorin away and went to the bracelet, seeing that it was broken and some jewels had come off. "Fuck..." He cursed, not noticing the new mark on his wrist that matched Sorin's or the glowing light around him before it quickly dimmed. Sorin did not wake when Yurin first grabbed him but did so when he started to remove the bracelet. “No!” He protested and tried to fight him off. He gasped when the bracelet when flying, “No, no, no,” he whispered and tried to get it but was shoved out of the way. His eyes went wide as he saw Yurin glowing, “Who are you? Why did you try to take that? I need it.” "This is your fault!" Yurien shouted back at him, "Now I'm not going to get paid." He complained but still trying to piece the bracelet together. "Fuck this, I'm out!" He said and prepared to leave.Having heard the commotion, two guards quickly climbed the tower and burst through the door as Yurien was preparing his hovercraft to escape. "Hey!" They quickly brought him down to the floor, hitting and kicking him to subdue him. Sorin reached for the bracelet as Yorin dropped it hoping he could get the sages to piece it together again. His eyes went wide when he saw the guards and backed quickly away scared that his powers would activate again. "Get off me!" Yurien shouted as he wrestled the men. He gasped when one of them fondled him and he responded by kicking him in the gut. "Why'd you grab my cock, you jerk!?" He said, then noticed that both guards looked dazed. They then started to remove their clothes frantically."Woah! Wait a minute!" Yurien crawled away until he hit the wall, "What the fuck!?" He thought they were going to try and rape him for some reason. He wasn't about to find out, so he jumped on his hovercraft and out the window. As he began speeding away, he felt a tug in his hand pulling him back, which also pulled Sorin towards him. It almost made him fall off the vehicle. "What's going on?!" Sorins eyes went wide in surprise as he tried to figure out what was happening. The guards were acting as they did when they were under his new power but they were reacting towards Yurien instead. He had no time to try to figure it out as he was yanked towards the window as the other male tried to escape. “We must be linked because you unleashed my powers!” He called out to him. "Linked? What!?" Yurien looked at the men as they removed their pants and saw their meaty erections. He wasn't about to stay around for what they had planned. "Get on!" He jumped back inside through the window, evading the guards' grabby hands. He took Sorin's hand and pulled him out the window, pushing him onto the hover board.Looking down, he saw more guards entering the tower. "Stay still." He said as they flew away from the tower. Since he didn't hear gunshots, he figured they must not have seen them. Sorin was nervous to go with Yurien but something was pushing them together. He stayed still as he tried to figure out what to do. He noticed the mark on Yuriens wrist, “When did you get this?” Yurien concentrated on steering the hover craft, only thinking about getting away. He looked at his hand when Sorin pointed it out, "Huh? I don't...I didn't have that before..." He lowered the hover craft to the ground once they were a distance away."Tell me what you did. What is this trap you laid?" He questioned Sorin while taking a fistful of his shirt and looking into his eyes. He thought he had done something to him. Sorin used a blast of water to push Yurien away and glared at him. “No. That bracelet was to protect me. Those men…the guards have been attacking me like that too. It’s my power…my curse…to send others into lust. I do not know why it transferred to you. Maybe because you broke the bracelet protecting me.” The cold, wet sensation came as a shock to Yurien as he stepped back and it took him a second to realize what had happened. He realized that Sorin was the water mage he had heard about. That he was the 'treasure' he was sent to collect, not the bracelet.It took a moment longer for the words to sink in. "You mean...nowI'mcursed?" He held out the hand with the mark towards him, "Take it back! Right now!" He shouted Sorin stepped back further away from him, "We are both cursed," he informed him showing him his own marked wrist. He kept his eyes on Yurien ready to attack if he needed to. "Thats why i was locked in the tower and the bracelet was supposed to keep it tamped down. I do not want it either, who would want people attacking them daily?" Yurien scoffed in exasperation and turned to walk away but he felt the strange tug back to Sorin. "Wait, if it's not you, then why do you keep pulling me back? Some kind of witchcraft?" He asked accusingly. Sorin felt the tug as Yurien walked away and had to take a step closer to him. "I feel it too. It must be something to do with the mark. I was almost pulled out of the window when you were trying to escape." He looked down to the mark curiously, "I've only had it a few days I haven't been able to research it." Yurien looked at his mark and saw that it was just like Sorin's. "Well, I'm sure they'll find a way to remove it when we get there." He went to the hover craft, "Come on, time to go." He told him, "Lord Karn must be eager to meet you." Sorin backed up as far as he could with the link they had. “I am not going to this Lord Karn. I cannot be around people they attack me. That’s why I was locked in the tower, for my protection.” "Huh? So...is that going to happen to me, too?" Yurien asked, then let out a frustrated growl, "You're like a bad luck charm, you know that?" He sat on the hover craft, "We'll take the back roads to avoid large crowds. Lord Karn wants your water power, I guess. I don't know why else he would want to kidnap you." He said, "Though he could have warned me about this curse..." He mumbled. Sorin rolled his eyes at him, “My curse just happened on my birthday. Not many know about it.” He tried to take another step away but was pulled closer to Yurien instead. “I’m not some object you can deliver to him. I’m a person and I’m not going to him.” "Why not? You were being sold to his son anyway, weren't you?" Yurien replied, "What's the difference in how you get there?" Sorin flinched at his words but quickly shook his head. “No. We were in talks to possibly marry. It would have been beneficial for both parties.” He crossed his arms over his chest, “Just take me back home,” he demanded. "No way! Your father would have me shot to death." Yurien sighed, "Alright, we have to come up with another plan." He stood up, looking at the mark on his hand, "There are some people that specialize in all this magical crap. We can go find out how to get separated and go from there." Sorin looked at his own mark then sighed, “Fine. Maybe they can help me stop the curse.” He moved closer and got in the hoverboard this time though he was unsure if he could trust Yurien. Yurien stepped on the hover craft and took off his jacket, "Put this on. You're practically naked." He said and turned around, wrapping Sorin's arms around his waist, "Hold on tight. We have to get away from here before the guards see us." They flew away from Zaur's base, hopefully without being seen.Further south, they stopped to get some rest at an old gas station. "This place looks abandoned, but just to be safe let's clear it first." He got off the hover craft. "Someone may be using this place as a hideout." Sorin pulled the jacket close, “Thank you,” he told him. “You did pull me from my bed.” He flushed as he held onto Yurien but was distracted as they took off. He was glad when they landed. “Do you need my help checking things out?” Yurien chuckled, "What are you going to do? Splash some water in their face?" He asked sarcastically as they entered the building. He didn't know the depth of Sorin's power.The place felt empty, but there was food there and it seemed fresh. "Looks like whoever lives here isn't home right now. Lucky us." He said and began grabbing some food, "See if you can find some clothes to disguise yourself." Sorin rolled his eyes at his teasing but didn’t respond. Instead he went and found some clothes he could wear. He changed into warmer pants and a shirt before packing a few more things to wear. “Ok let’s go,” he told him. “Before they return.” He left a few pieces of gold under a plate, he had gold sown into all his things just in case. Because of the mark, Yurien had to wait while Sorin changed. He acted annoyed but he did catch a reflection overhead and it wasn't bad.As they were making their way out he saw what Sorin did, "We might need that later, to barter." He sighed, "You really haven't been outside much, have you?" He walked with him out of the gas station. "Everyone is out for themselves." Sorin sighed at Yurien and shook his head at his question. “I have more. But no I’ve been locked in the castle. My father did not want anyone taking me because of my powers.” He shrugged and kept close to the other male, “My father needed to keep me safe so ge could use me to bargain with.” "Which ones? The water power or the seduction one?" Yurien asked. Surely someone like Lord Zarn would want to weaponize such a gift, like he had with his young bride. "Also, can you make water out of thin air? That would be helpful out here in the wastelands." “The seduction one is a curse,” he muttered. “I don’t know how to control it. My father has had me locked away because of my water powers. He brings me out during balls to show me off.” He looked around as they flew then sighed at his question. “Yeah i can pull it out of thin air. I could also pull it out of people if I need protection or freeze things. I nearly drowned a suitor once for putting his hand up my shirt.” He warned him softly. “Froze the hands of my guards when they tried to get me because of my curse. It’s not just for decoration.” Yurien definitely got the sense that if Sorin wanted to harm him, he could. He wondered why he didn't just do that. He would be free. But he wasn't about to prompt him to do so. "That sounds pretty useful, actually."At their next stop, they ate some of the food they had procured from the gas station. "So what's your name?" He asked after taking a bite out of his food. Sorin looked down at the mark trying to figure out how it connected him to Yurien. He knew he could harm the other male but with them linked and not able to be far apart it was not possible.He was glad when they stopped to eat and frowned at his question. “You broke into my home and kidnapped me. But you do not know who I am?” He asked confused. Yurien shrugged, "All I was told was to get the treasure inside Zaur's home base." He said and drank some water. He wiped his mouth and looked back at him, "I didn't imagine it would be a person." He showed him the mark on his hand, "And by all means I'm your prisoner too, you know." Sorin love ones down at his hand then scoffed, “I did not link us on purpose. You were kidnapping me for money.” He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, “I am Prince Sorin. What is your name?” "Great day I'm having..." Yurien muttered as he took the last bite of his sandwich. "I'm Yurien. No title to attach to it." He drank some water and stood up, "Alright, time to go." He said but just then saw two men approaching them."Step away from that hover craft, ladies, or be ready to get hurt." One of the men said with a smirk."Piss off!" Yurien replied, reaching for his gun but realized that he had dropped it back at the tower. "Shit...""Wanna try that again, little man?" The tall one got closer and looked at Sorin, "Pretty enough to be a girl. Works for me." He snickered.The other one pointed a gun at them, "Like I said, give us the vehicle and you may get to live." Sorin stood and made his way to the hovercraft without protest. He froze when the men came up to them and knew he had to do something quickly. Without a though he swung his legs under the closer man to knock him on the floor then used his powers to knock the other down with water, freezing the gun in the process. “I believe he said stay away.” Yurien was impressed with Sorin's abilities. He moved quickly to punch the man and knock him out. When he looked back at Sorin, the first man was grabbing at him, "Sorin!" He called out.The man groped Sorin's cock and tried to kiss him but Sorin tackled him to keep him away. But the man tried to plant a kiss on him instead. Yurien turned his head and was kissed on the cheek. "Yuck.." He pulled away and elbowed him, knocking him out.He stood up and sighed, "We'll have to be very careful moving forward." Sorin nodded and smoothed down his clothes with a sigh. “Yeah we do. So done with random men throwing themselves at me.” He looked to Yurien, “I’m sorry I gave the curse to you as well…it sucks.” Yurien sighed, "Well, what's done is done." He got on the hover board and reached out a hand for him. "Our ride may also attract people, so we'll ride until we're near town and then walk the rest of the way." He helped Sorin get on board."What if we covered the mark?" He ripped a piece of his shirt, which left part of his stomach visible, and wrapped it around Sorin's wrist. "Can't hurt to try, right?" Sorin was startled as Yurien ripped his shirt and tied the cloth on his wrist. “We can try,” he whispered staring at his stomach then flushing as he realized what he was doing. “I do not think it will work. My clothing covered it before but the servants still…the bracelet was the only thing that worked.” "Yeah, and you broke it." Yurien turned and began to drive away, "We'll just have to make do and hope that's enough, right?" Sorin scoffed at his words, “Youbroke it,” he countered and held on as they flew off. “You tried to steal it and broke it.” "T-that's only cause you resisted!" Yurien protested, "Well, now there's no other choice but to get this cleared first." He looked at the horizon and saw the morning sun starting to rise. "There will be people looking for us, so maybe we lay low in the next town." Sorin looked towards the horizon too. “We probably should not be around people. They’ll just attack us because of the curse.” "You're right." Yurien put the hover craft down and stepped off. He pressed a button and it folded in on itself, becoming more compact. "Over there!" He pointed to an old MACK truck and opened the back of the storage container, "We can sleep in here." He said, "Come over here, I'll help you in." Sorin was nervous to go into the truck but knew they had to stay safe. “Just be gentle,” he told him as he stepped close "Don't be so high maintenance." Yurien complained and helped him up and into the dark space. He couldn't help having to push his rear in so that he wouldn't fall back. He then climbed up and closed the doors behind him, leaving them only slightly ajar so they could breathe."We can rest here for a bit." He sat down across from him, "Fold up some of the clothes we got and use it as a pillow." Sorin rolled his eyes at him again, “You are a brute,” he muttered as he got the clothes in order. “There is no reason to be so rude.” Yurien smirked, "I bet you got pretty spoiled being the gifted son of a lord." He impishly poked at his side, "Ain't that so, princess?" He teased. Sorin pushed him away and moved so there was space between them. “Spoiled maybe. As much as I could being a prisoner in my own home.” Yurien smiled, "So in a way...you should be thanking me for taking you away from all that." He shrugged Sorin rolled his eyes at him and crossed his arms. “I won’t thank you for kidnapping me. I was safe at home.” "Eh, just go to sleep, princess." Yurien leaned back, trying to find a comfortable position on the hard floor. He was a bit worried that Sorin might try to attack him but he couldn't go anywhere because of the mark, so he just kept his guard up. Sorin moved until he felt a tug on the bond then laid down as far as he could from Yurien. He was nervous sleeping next to a stranger. A few hours later when the midday sun started heating up the trailer, Yurien woke up and looked at Sorin. He seemed oblivious to the dangers out here. He would have to protect him until they got rid of that annoying mark. With a sigh, he moved closer and nudged him, "Hey, wake up." He said as he leaned over him. Sorin woke up startled and flipped then over so he was pinning Yurin down. He flushed when he realized who it was and pulled away, “Sorry you startled me…” "H-hey!" Yurien found himself being pinned down, then settled down. "Are you always this jumpy?" He couldn't have imagined the many times men tried to assault Sorin in his sleep Sorin pulled back from him and shrugged. “Since my birthday I’ve woken up twice to people assaulting me,” he admitted softly. “A servant even attacked me at my party. I’m sorry I reacted that way…did I hurt you?” Yurien did not expect Sorin to apologize or say even a kind word to him. He just wasn't used to it. All his life he felt like everyone wanted something from him if they were being nice.He lowered his guard for a moment and shrugged, "It's alright." He then stood up, "We should get a move on. The next town is very close." Sorin nodded and gathered this things before heading to the entrance. “Should we peak out first to make sure it’s safe?” "Let me." Yurien slowly opened the door and peeked outside. He didn't see any obvious sign of danger. "Coast is clear." He jumped down and looked at his wrist, which had been covered as well, "Hopefully this will help keep men off our asses." He reached up to him, "Jump down. I got you." Sorin was nervous to jump down to Yurien but did not complain. He jumped and flushed as they ended up close, “Which way?” He asked as he stepped back. Sorin was surprisingly light and his eyes were very pretty. "Um, let's try to avoid the main streets, just to be safe." He said and walked with him towards the town. "We should probably come up with a cover in case anyone asks." He pondered for a moment, "I'll say you're my cousin. How's that?" Sorin nodded as he walked with him. “Yeah. That’s perfect. Thanks.” As they walked through one of the side streets, Yurien smelled something that took all his attention. "Meat..." He looked at one of the street vendors grilling some meat on kabobs. "Hey, you hungry? That's much better than dry old bread!" He said, pointing at the food stall. Sorin was nervous to get near the vendor but he was hungry. “It smells good. Let’s go but be careful.” Yurien asked for a couple of kabobs and handed one to Sorin. "Every try one of these?" He quickly took a bite out of the meat, almost swooning at the taste, "It's soo good!" Spring took a bite and hummed, “Yeah it’s good. I like it.” "Don't worry, we will be moving quickly from here. Just relax." Yurien said, patting him in the back. "I bet you haven't experienced much of the world." Sorin ate his piece slowly then shook his head to Yurin. “It’s not safe with my water powers.” "Alright, let's keep moving then." Yurien walked with him while they ate. He bought a map and began studying it. "This city here is supposed to have a big library and sages live there." He told Sorin, "I bet they're all old stuffy jerks who think they're better than everyone." He rolled his eyes. Sorin looked to him and shook his head, “Sages are great. They are the ones that made the bracelet, well at least the ones at the castle.” "Well, I hope they're able to help us." Yurien said, then paused for a moment. "Listen...I don't know how else to say this but..." He sighed, "I really need to take a piss. And seeing how you're tied to me, I guess we'll have to go together." He didn't think this whole situation could get more awkward, but here they were. Sorin flushed as his words, “We can go and see how far I can get. I was able to be far in the truck…Maybe right outside the door…” "Good, let's see." Yurien replied and they found a bathroom, but as soon as he tried to close the door he could feel an invisible force that didn't let him close it. "What the hell?" He tried for a while before stepping back with a sigh."Alright, this is ridiculous. Just come inside." He pulled Sorin inside and closed the door. "We can't afford to have someone try to assault us. So just turn around and I'll be quick about it." He proceeded to pee and flush before washing his hands. "Don't you have to go?" He asked him. Sorins eyes went wide as he was pulled into the room then looked away quickly. “Y…yeah…ok fine…” he whispered and turned his back to him. At his question he nodded, “Yeah I do, promise not to look?” Yurien scoffed, "Why would I?" He went and faced the door, "Alright, go on ahead. We're wasting time." He said even though it was his idea to stop in the first place. Sorin used the restroom then quickly washed his hands. “Ok let’s go.” They continued walking and stopped to buy a backpack so they could put a couple of bedrolls for the journey. Unfortunately, that was all their money they had."We still have some of that food from the gas station, right?" Yurien asked his companion. Sorin handed the food over as he nodded, “Yeah a little. Is it enough?” "It'll have to do." Yurien said, "Come on, turn around." He put the sleeping bags on Sorin while he carried the hover board. "I might even teach you how to ride this." He said, patting Sorin's back. Sorin flushed then nodded, “That would be fine. I’ve never ridden something like this.” "You have to keep your balance." Yurien explained as they walked along, "Which was hard to do with you clinging to me like you were." He teased with a grin Sorin made a face as they walked, “I was frightened and cold. What else was I supposed to do?” "Hey there boys." A man approached them near the gate. "Need a ride?" He stepped forward and took Sorin by the hand but Yurien quickly slapped that hand away."No thanks, we're fine." He replied, "Just get lost, creep."The man scowled, "You need to be taught a lesson." He signaled some of his buddies to come forward. Things seemed to escalate real quick. Sorin watched as they became surrounded and grew a bit nervous. He looked to Yurien for a signal of what to do. "Hold our ride." Yurien gave Sorin the folded device that turned into the hover craft and pushed him back. If Sorin used his powers here it would bring too much attention.So Yurien squared against the man and punched him in the face so hard that the man fell off his feet. He quickly began to fight the other three that ran up to them. He was pretty good with his fists but he was outnumbered. Thankfully, the men stopped beating him but then he realized that they were looking at him in a certain way."Oh great..." He muttered, seeing that they would need to get away quickly. The men began touching themselves and one turned to Sorin, approaching him with lascivious thoughts in his mind. Yurien pushed past the men and grabbed Sorin, "Run!" He said as he pulled Sorin and ran away from the men. Sorin took a step back as Yoruba started to fight. He was scared when Yorin was being beat up but could not worry about that for long. He took a few steps back as the man walked towards then and was about to use his powers. When he was told to run he took off quickly, “Where are we going?” He asked quickly "We're leaving this place." Yurien stopped and crouched on the ground to get the hover craft ready but it got stuck and wouldn't unfold. "Damn this stupid thing!" He struggled for a moment and got it to work. When the device was fully operational, he got on it and pulled Sorin on his side, "Ready?" He saw the men coming and sped away on the craft.It was such a rush to be able to get away, he was practically hugging Sorin. He set them down once they were away from the town. "That was close." He could feel a sting on his side from the hit he took and groaned at the sensation. Sorin was scared as they rushed through the air. He had worried they would not get away in time. He gasped as they landed and stepped away shakily. “I…are you on?” He asked worried and turned back to him. "They got a few good hits in." Yurien groaned, holding his rib, "But I'll be fine." He tried catching his breath for a moment. "Was it always like this? They just turn on a dime and want to fuck you?" Sorin nodded, “Yeah ever since my birthday and the mark appeared. A servant was serving and all the sudden attacked me. The guards who were watching my room just entered and tried to…take me… Nothing seems to stop it once they start.” Yurien looked back at the town they past. "How long does it last?" He asked, "Will they keep coming for us?" Sorin not his lip as he thought, “It seems distance breaks the spell. But we need to stay away from populated areas.” "Yeah, no kidding. And it seems like this hover craft is not equipped to carry two people for long distances." Yurien sighed and folded the machine into a travel size again. "Looks like walking it is." He looked back at him, "You didn't drop the map, I hope." Sorin shook his head at his question. “No it’s in the backpack,” he assured quickly. He walked with him for a little bit, “where are we going?” He asked softly "Stay still a minute." Yurien walked behind him and opened the backpack, searching it until he found the map. "Alright, let's see." He pressed it upon Sorin's back while examining the map. "Since we're avoiding the main roads, we could go through this old train station. It should be easy enough to follow the tracks." Sorin was nervous with Yurin at his back. “You can’t just put the bag or map on the floor?” He protested. He nodddd go his words, “Going through the tunnels sounds smart. Is it safe?” "Yeah, we'll do fine!" He slapped Sorin's shoulder and put the map back inside the backpack. "Let's get going then." He said as he walked off the main road. His rib was still hurting but he felt like he could handle it. Knowing where to go at least made him feel better. Sorin walked with him and kept peering at Yurin worried. “Are you sure you are ok?” "I'm used to it. I practically grew up in a scrapyard." Yurien replied, "Down there, everyone has to take what they need for themselves. Survival of the fittest." He shrugged, "I'm not the fittest, but I'm smart and quick, so I got by." Sorin nodded as they kept walking. “Yeah sure. But if your rib is broken it could puncture a lung or something…” "Don't be such a fuss about things, I'm fine." Yurien retorted and continued walking. He wasn't used to someone looking out for him in such a way. It was hard for him to believe that Sorin was sincere or had good intentions towards his well-being, especially considering their circumstances."What we should be worried about is where to sleep tonight." He said as they reached the tracks that would lead them to a tunnel and then to their destination. "Maybe we can find an abandoned van or something, if we're lucky." Sorin walked with him and didn’t complain. He nodded to his words, “We can keep a look out as we travel. We have a little time before we need to sleep.” "Over there!" Yurien pointed to a single truck out in the field. The wheels had been taken but they could use the back to put their sleeping bags in. "Help me set it up." They placed the sleeping bags side by side. "Not so bad, eh? We can see the stars." Sorin helped him set it up without complaint but was nervous. “Are you sure we will be ok out here in the open?” He asked softly. "It gets dark at night. So long as we don't light a fire, we'll be fine." Yurien climbed on the back of the truck and took off his coat. Only his shirt, which was ripped in places, remained to cover his torso. "Nervous?" He asked him. Sorin followed him then nodded, “Yeah I’m nervous. If anyone comes close they’ll try to get us cause of the curse.” "Relax. We'll get by somehow." Yurien laid back on the sleeping bag and looked up at the orange and pink sky. "Just get comfortable. It might get a little cold later." Sorin slipped under the sleeping bag and looked out towards the sky. “The view is nice at least.” Yurien looked up at the sky and the stars that were beginning to become visible. "Did you know people used to go up there? They flew up to the sky and beyond. Crazy, huh?" Sorin nodded, “Yeah that would be so much fun. I would love to visit other places.” Yurien turned to him, "Have you ever been up on a plane?" After the fall of civilization, technology was crippled immensely but there were still some that had made it. Quite rarely you would see a small plane flying overhead these days. Sorin shook his head and turned towards him as well, “No,” he admitted then flushed as he realized how close they were. “I think my father just wanted us to stay put.” "When I was little, my foster father was restoring one of those small planes. He said he'd take me up there to fly over the continent." He chuckled softly, although he also felt sad remembering. "Well, guess I better try and make that happen for myself." Sorin watched him for a few moments, curious about his life. “Where did you grow up?” He asked softly "Middle of nowhere, literally. Lots of farmlands. The few that remain in this world, anyway." Yurien replied, "I was going to take the money from this job and buy one of those planes, restore it if necessary, and just fly. The hover craft can't go too high without overheating." Sorin bit his lip as he mentioned the job then looked away. “You will really sell me?” He asked softly. “After you get us separated and all?” Yurien sighed, "We'll see when we get there. You were going to marry Lord Karn's son anyway, right?" He figured they would both benefit from the transaction. Sorin sighed and moved to lay on his back watching the sky again. “We were in talks. But I didn’t want to marry him. I want to meet for love…not because of my powers.” He huffed angrily, “I have always hated being treated like an object.” "Hm, I see." Yurien also turned face up, "Well, maybe it wouldn't matter much. I heard rumors that Ralph had a girlfriend back home. Apparently, his father was pretty against it." Sorin was silent for a little while as he watched the stars. “What would happen if you did not bring me to him?” "Lord Karn is not a forgiving man, so he'll probably send people after me." Yurien replied, "But I can handle myself." He turned to him, "The most important thing is to get rid of these marks." He said, holding up the wrapped wrist with the mark. Sorin nodded then shifted to look at him with a sad smile. “Just take me to him…I do not want you being harmed…and my father would have given me away anyway…” Yurien was surprised by Sorin's words, "What? Really?" Sorin sighed then nodded, “Yeah…you were right ok? We were already supposed to be married. If you let me go and I go back home then my father will give me to him any way. But then you get hurt. So it has to be done this way.” "You're...a very sweet person." Yurien said with surprise that anyone could be that nice in this cruel world they lived in. Sorin flushed a bit and looked away. “My mom taught me to always be kind. She used her powers to help the people of our country. I want to honor her memory by helping out too.” "You have the most important gift. A lot of people need water, especially after the war left the land scorched." Yurien said, "I'm sure you'll get to do that." He turned around on his other side, "Goodnight, Sorin." He said softly. Sorin nodded and turned over as well. It didn’t take him long to drift off to sleep. As the sun fully descended it got colder and they had to huddle together to be able to sleep. When it started to get lighter in the sky, Yurien opened his eyes and sat up, "Hey, wake up." He nudged Sorin Sorin didn’t attack this time just woke slowly and blinked up to him. “Time to go?” He asked softly. "Yeah, but we can eat something before we go." Yurien was glad that Sorin hadn't reacted the same way as the day before. He searched into their backpack and pulled out some food and water for them to eat. Sorin took his share of the food and started to eat. “How far are we going today?” He asked softly "Beyond the tracks there's a train station. We can then see if we can get a ride west." He mused, "We have to be really careful with the marks, too. I don't want more men trying to undress me." Sorin smiled weakly and nodded, “Yeah me either,” he told him softly. “It’s kind of nice having someone who isn’t affected.” Yurien grinned, "Maybe my ploy all along was to get you alone and have my way with you. Who knows? Maybe the magic took a minute to kick in." He teased with an impish smile. Teasing Sorin was fun. Sorin flushed and moved away slightly out of instinct. “You are kidding right?” He asked softly. He was not well versed in social cues since he was sheltered. Yurien chuckled, "Of course I am." He said with a grin, "You're so gullible." He teased again as he began to roll up the bed to prepare for their trip. "I want out of this curse as much as you." Sorin helped him with the bed and looked down shyly. “I haven’t spent much time with people. I just do not know how to tell when people are joking. Yurien nudged him, "Don't worry about that. Leave dealing with people to me." He picked up the bag and climbed down, "There might be people living in the tunnels, so I'm going to show you how to open up the hover board." He placed it on the truck, "These switches here and here have to be pressed, then the sides will extend and it pretty much unfolds itself. It's made from light materials, which is why it isn't heavy when it's all folded up like this." He explained as he showed Sorin how to use it. "The handle here has to be put in manually, but it's pretty simple too." Sorin nodded and moved down next to him. He watched every step, glad Yurien was teaching him things so they could both be protected. “What if it gets stuck like yesterday?” "Then I guess we have to use your power, but I would rather not have to resort to that." Yurien said, "You are rather famous for that power, so they'll know exactly where we are if anyone sees you using it." Sorin understood that he needed to stay hidden so no one tried to get them. “Yeah ok. I’ll try to refrain from using it.” He ran his hand over the hoverboard curiously. “I’ve actually read about these…maybe I can try to fix it?” "Yeah, if I find any parts along the way that we can use, I'll point it out." Yurien said, "I can teach you some things." Sorin smiled then got out of the truck. “Ok I’m ready to get going.” Yurien began to walk with him towards the train tracks, "We have quite the trek ahead of us. Let's pace ourselves, ok? And be on the lookout for any weird sounds in the tunnels." Sorin nodded and focused on listening as they walked. “How likely is it that we will see someone?” "I hear some people take refuge in the tunnels, but that's at night. During the day most people are looking for food or water, so hopefully we'll be ok." Yurien said, patting Sorin's back. "Here, take this." He gave Sorin a wrench, "Use that in case someone tries anything." He turned to him, "Try swinging it." Sorin took the wrench with a greatful smile. “Sounds good. Thank you.” Yurien stopped just before the entrance to the tunnel and placed a rock on top of a broken pole about five foot tall. "Ok, try knocking that rock off with the wrench." He wanted to see how good was his arm in case of another encounter. Sorin was surprised that they stopped but understood why. He stared at the rock calculating distance and strength needed in his head. Soon he took a deep breath before swinging the wrench to knock it off. He pretended it was sword fighting and knocked it off on the first try. Yurien was impressed, "Your hand-eye coordination is pretty good! It's good to know that. Come on." He beckoned him. It was good to know what he can do. They entered the tunnels together, where the only illumination came from dim lights. Most of which were flickering. It was quite eerie to traverse but it would be more so if they had to go alone. Sorin walked with him and stayed close. “Before the curse I trained with my guards,” he admitted softly. “To protect myself.” "And you really never fooled around? Not even with them?" Yurien asked casually. Sorin shook his head and flushed a bit. “No. I was supposed to wait till I was married to be with anyone. And I wanted to wait till I was eighteen to…to mess with anyone…but then I turned eighteen and everyone threw themselves at me because of the curse so…no I wasn’t with anyone…” "Well, I guess your future husband will be a lucky guy." Yurien said and walked on ahead, scouting in case there was anyone around. "Too bad it's so unpredictable. We can't even use it to our advantage." Sorin shrugged, “Maybe I can try to figure out how to control it as we travel. I just don’t have anyone to test it on.” Yurien nodded, "I guess we won't know until the opportunity presents itself."Soon the two were at the opening to the tunnel, "Ok, remember to keep the flashlight setting to dim light. We just need to follow the tracks in front of us, ok?" Sorin nodded to his instructions then turned on the flashlight. He was a bit nervous to travel in the tunnels but was trying to hide it. The tunnels were pretty dark and they had to be very careful where they stepped because of the tracks. At least the flash light helped them find their way. Sometimes they would hear noises and echoes, but nothing that caused them to stop."You ok there?" Yurien asked when he noticed the light fluttering, which meant that Sorin's hand was shaking. "Not afraid of the dark, are we?" Sorin tried not to jumó at the noises but the further they went the more his nerves grew. At Yuriens question he flushed and was greatful the dark hid it. “I’ve just never been anywhere this dark,” he admitted whispering a bit. “And I’ve always had a guard close enough to yell for if something happened…it’s just a bit nerve wracking is all.” "It's ok. We're bound together so you're not alone." Yurien went back and took Sorin's hand, "See? I'm right here." Sorin took his Ah d with a sigh of relief. “Thank you….I am glad I’m not alone.” They made it through some of the tunnels until they reached a sort of cave-in, with debris blocking their path."Hm, try to find a way through. Maybe there's a hole to go through." He told him. Sorin bit his lip once they came to the debris. “Should we start moving them or find something to help?” "There's a way along the wall but its a squeeze. You're tiny, so it should be fine." Yurien started to shimmy through the small opening. "You ok?" He asked, looking back Sorin shivered as he squeezed his way through the debris. “I can’t breathe,” he whispered as panic started to kick in. Yurien turned back to him, "Sorin, look at me." He paused and spoke softly, "Hold my hand and I'll pull you, ok?" He reached out for him. Sorin nodded and let him help him through the space. Once they were clear he pulled away with a flush. “I…I’m sorry I didn’t realize I was scared of small spaces…” Yurien dusted off Sorin's shoulders, "There, it's fine." He held him steady, "Are you ok? You're sweating a bit." Sorin nodded as he stopped shaking, “Yeah. I just panicked…I’m ok now…” "You did great." Yurien pat him on the back, "You got through it." He picked up the backpack and began moving. There was only a short distance before the end of the tunnel now. Sorin took his hand as they started walking again, it kept him calm. He was glad to see the light ahead of them. "I told you, everything would be fine." Yurien smiled to him, glad that they didn't run into any tunnel dwellers this time.When they were out in the sunlight again he took in a deep breath. He then noticed they were both covered in grime from squeezing through that tight crevice. "Man, I'd kill for a shower." He looked at the abandoned station, "This way." He could hear people talking, so there were some around but hopefully they would avoid confrontation as long as their wrists were covered. Sorin followed him and tensed a bit as he heard others. “There are other people here,” he whispered. "Just stay quiet and don't make eye contact with anyone. After we're past the station we can take the hovercraft and move faster to our next destination." Yurien said, taking Sorin's hand. Sorin nodded and kept his eyes down as they walked together. “Are you sure it’s going to be ok?” "Can't say for certain, but these people here aren't known to be aggressive...most of the time." Yurien spoke back to him, "Just stay calm." Sorin was nervous as they traveled through the town, luckily nothing happened. It took another day or so but soon they were close to their destination. The town where the sages resided was a sort of oasis with more greenery surrounding it than most of the continent. Yurien was in awe as they stepped through the trees. "Wow, I've never seen so much green before..." Sorin looked around with a smile, he felt safe with the greenery. “It looks like the garden at home. It’s beautiful.” "I'm guessing there's people here with magic too." Yurien said, "That's a good sign, right?" He asked Sorin. Sorin squeezed his hand as he nodded, “Yeah. They should be able to help us.” They walked to the gates knocked but there seemed to be no one around. "Huh, that's weird. I thought--" He went to knock on the other door and his hand went through. That door was an illusion. He fell through and the binding pulled Sorin right on top of him.A man smiled at them, "Welcome, young couple." He spoke softly, "We've been expecting you." He wore soft robes and so did the others that lived there. All were men. Sorin gasped as he was pulled into the opening and on top of Yurien. He scrambled off with a flush and looked around worried by how many people were present. “H…hello…you knew we were coming?” "We saw it. The magic is returning and your magic is strong." The first man said, "Come inside, clean up, eat, we will answer what you want after."Yurien got up from the ground, "A hot meal would be nice." But before eating, they were taken to a room with a shower and a bath."Relax, think of this place as your home." The man said and closed the door. Sorin watched the door close then rubbed at his arm. “Do you think we will be ok?” He asked softly. “Do you think they will be immune?” "You mean..?" Yurien stopped to think and saw a robe on the wall hook. He took it and tied it between the door knob and a tube. "There, just in case they mean to surprise us."He stepped toward the showers and saw that there were no dividers between them. Even the bath behind them was wide open. "Guess they're not big on privacy, huh?" Sorin felt a bit better when Yurien secured the room. He followed him into the bathroom then flushed at his words. “I can um sit with my back to the shower and close my eyes while you shower then we can switch spots.” "If you feel better that way." Yurien replied as he began removing his dirty clothes, "I don't mind either way." Sorin turned as he started to undress and sat close by. “I just want to give you your privacy…” Yurien went under the water and was pleasantly surprised to find it warm. "Sorin, the water...it's warm.." He said in amazement, having expected it to be cold. Most people couldn't afford to waste fuel to warm up water for baths, much less a running shower. These people had a little paradise here. Sorins eyes went wide and he almost turned to check. “Wow really?” He asked softly. “That must be nice.” "Yeah, come check it out." Yurien said as the warm water ran through his fingers. He was fully naked but only partially wet. Sorin flushed at his words then shook his head. “I should let you have your privacy,” he protested softly "I don't care about that stuff. Well, with you anyway." Yurien said as he stepped into the warm water. He knew that Sorin wasn't the type to be a creep. He lathered up and the dirt and grime just washed away from his body. He would have loved to stay longer but he wasn't going to keep Sorin waiting."Alright, I'm done." He said as he wrapped a towel around his waist. Sorin turned towards him and flushed darker as he saw him. He thought Yurien was good looking but was shy to say so. “Thanks, just turn around please.” "Yeah, ok." Yurien turned around and while Sorin showered, he decided to get into the large bath. So he dropped the towel and stepped into the bath. To his surprise, the water here was also warm. He sat with his back to Sorin and relaxed. The warm water was a welcome feeling to his sore muscles. Sorin washed quickly then got out with a towel around himself. When he saw Yurien he flushed again, “Should I sit and wait for you?” He asked softly "Nah, we can't stay too long." Yurien moved to stand, making the curse pull Sorin forward and causing him to slip. Yurien quickly caught him before he hit his head on the tile floor. "Hey, you ok? I forgot about that." Sorin gasped as he was pulled forward then flushed as he ended up in Yuirens arms. “I’m ok,” he whispered. “It just startled me.” He felt his body responding to Yuriens closeness and he had to pull away. “We should get dressed.” "Yeah..." Yurien blushed but kept his cool. He grabbed the towel and went to the table that had their new clothes. They were mostly robes but had loose pants underneath. He draped the fabric over his head and liked how it felt on his skin. "I'm done, you can change now." Sorin changed quickly then turned to him. “Do you think they’ll be able to help us?” He asked softly. “Or are they planning something else?” "I don't know, but if they have amenities like this, I'm in." Yurien took off the robe from the door handle and walked outside with Sorin. Several robed men were waiting for them, which kinda creep him out but he kept that to himself."We have prepared food for you. Please, join us." One of them spoke softly. "You must have traveled a long way."The long table was set up with a bounty of foods that made Yurien's stomach growl ferociously. As soon as they were seated, he began to wolf down the food in front of him. The others stared but didn't comment, just ate their food while looking at Sorin as if in awe of his presence. Sorin was used to the staring so he didn’t comment. He ate slower than Yurien but with as much gusto, he was hungry. When there was a pause in the eating he looked up. “Are you going to be able to help us?” He questioned, unable to hold back any longer. "Yes, you should speak with Adam. He will have all the answers you need." One of the men replied.Yurien looked up from his plate for the first time, "Is he the one in charge?""He brought us all together, yes. He knew one day the magic would return to this world. So we have been preparing." Sorin put his silverware down and looked around the table. “I want to see him, talk to him. I need answers.” "Very well, come." One of the men stood and let them follow him upstairs. "I hope you will join us tonight at our celebration."Yurien took one more bite and brought the glass of wine with him as he followed the man with Sorin.Adam was in a study reading books. He was a man in his fifties but kept himself in shape, much like the others. He smiled when he saw Sorin, "You are our water mage, aren't you?" He could tell immediately. "How wonderful to have you here." He invited them in. "And you brought your life partner. That's joyous news!" Sorin nodded to Adam question, “Yeah I’m the water mage.” He faltered at his next words and looked to Yurien wide eyed. “My what?” He asked confused then looked to his mark. “No we aren’t together like that. These marks were just an accident.” Yurien was just as perplexed as Sorin was."There are no accidents when it comes to fate." Adam said and moved to hug Sorin, "You two are fated to be linked forever.""What?" Yurien was confused. "We came to see if you could undo that binding spell."Adam shook his head, "That is impossible. So long as you each live, you are linked together. It is your destiny to live your lives for each other. To love each other." He said with a smile, "I'm so glad that you found each other so quickly. Some mages have to wait years to find the right person." “Forever?” He protested softly. “Look I hardly know Yurien and this bonding spell is causing others to come after us.” He looked to Adam trying to change his mind. “What does me being a mage have to do with any of this?” "Ah yes, it's a nasty side effect that should disappear once the mating ritual is consummated." Adam explained, "That's why it's good that you found each other so quickly. You won't have to put up with that for much longer.""You mean..? We have to--" Yurien couldn't say it."Yes." Adam replied, "That attraction is like a signal to lure in your potential mates. In Water mages, however, that lure is much stronger."Yurien was confused, "But I don't feel any 'lure' like those men do. They seem ravenous."Adam nodded, "Because you have already responded." He took Yurien's hand and removed the wrap that covered the marking. "Your heart is at ease because it has found its mate." Sorin was shocked by Adams words and shook his head. “Yurien cannot be my mate. We don’t know each other. This meeting was an accident.” "And what about the 'pull'?" Yurien asked. "We can't go anywhere without each other. It's like physically impossible."Adam smiled, "Yes, that too will lessen after your mating ritual." He looked to a picture on the wall, "My mate and I were inseparable, even without that pull. Our hearts simply wanted each other near.""Ok, enough with the sentimentality." Yurien groaned, "This is getting us nowhere." He was getting annoyed by the man's casual attitude towards their predicament. Sorin rubbed his arm over the mark in his nervousness. “Look, we don’t want this,” he protested softly. “Is there a way to get this mark taken off? And the curse…” he bit his lip hoping they could be separated. “I do not need anyone to help me with my powers.” Adam sighed, "No, there is no known way to remove it. Even if there were, we couldn't help you." He said, "It is against all that we believe to rip to soulmates apart."Yurien went for the door, "Ok, thanks for nothing." He opened the door, "Come on, Sorin.""Please don't leave." Adam called, "There is a room available to you and you know it is dangerous out there. Rest and think about it over night." Sorin moved closer to Yurien then nodded to Adam. “We can stay for one more night but we are leaving in the morning.” There was a man outside that led them to their room. Yurien sat on the bed and took a deep breath. "This is all so strange..." Sorin sat close to him with a sigh. “It is strange,” he agreed softly. “I do not feel anything towards you…pulling me towards you, do you?” He faltered and flushed a bit, “I mean you are good looking…but um…” he faltered and stopped talking. Yurien felt a bit of heat on his cheeks, "Yeah, nothing supernatural." He laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "These guys are a bunch of weirdos but...well, they seem to have their own little paradise here. There's water and food. All good things. Makes you wonder if it's too good to be true." Sorin looked out the window as he thought. “My home was like this,” he whispered softly. “It must be because there is a mage here…” Yurien sat up, "Maybe we should just get some sleep. I'm tired from the journey." He said, "Tomorrow we can figure out what to do." Sorin nodded and moved closer, “Ok. But I think they only gave us one room…one bed.” Yurien shrugged, "We're still tied together anyway." He looked behind him, "The bed seems big enough. You're ok with that?" Sorin bit his lip but nodded, “Yeah it’s ok. I trust you.” Yurien got comfortable in the bed and pulled the sheets over his body, "This bed is comfortable..." He'd never slept in a bed like this. Sorin moved to get under the covers on the other side. “Yeah it’s nice. Soft. I am glad you can enjoy this…” Yurien turned to him, "I'm used to sleeping on the streets, but this is much better." He closed his eyes and got comfortable. When he put his arm forward his hand touched Sorin's. Sorin flushed a bit as he noticed how close they were. He had never been so close to another willingly and it made him nervous. “I…I am sorry you had a hard life.” Yurien shrugged, "I'm one of many. They say that with magic returning it's like a revival of the old culture. I bet these robed men think so." Sorin nodded, “Maybe. I hope society could return to normal or more people can find safe places to live.” "Yeah..." Yurien stared into Sorin's eyes for a moment before turning around, "Alright then, goodnight."In the middle of the night, Yurien was woken up by some strange sounds. Sounded like someone was in pain or something. "Hey Sorin, do you hear that?" He whispered to his bed mate. Sorin opened his eyes at his words and listened for a moment. “Yeah. Are we under attack? Is someone hurt?” He whispered into the dark. "I don't know, let's take a look." Yurien took Sorin's hand and pulled him out of bed with him. They looked out the window and it was all mostly dark but there was a light coming from below."We should take a look, in case they're preparing to cook us in a cauldron or something." Yurien suspected everything about this place. Sorin nodded to his words, “Yeah let’s just be careful, come on,” he tugged him gently toward the door, their hands intertwined. The two youths went out of the room and noticed that there was nobody around. No guards and none of the robed men anywhere, but the sounds were getting a bit louder. They went down the stairs and heard moaning. The light was coming from an underground level and as they opened the door they were shocked by what they saw.All of the men were having sex together in a large room. Over furniture, on the floor, by the walls, they were all fucking with each other. They had symbols painted onto their skin that looked just like the large one in the floor at the center of the room. Adam was there, the only one still wearing robes, and he was chanting while surrounded by candles. Sorin was shocked but the lack of people in the halls. He moved quietly with Yurien getting closer to the sounds. His eyes were wide as the door opened and he flushed as he saw everyone having sex. “What’s going on?” He asked confused, whispering to Yurien Yurien was shocked but also felt validated, "I knew these guys were creeps. We should...we should just..." He started feeling a bit dizzy, like when one stands up too fast and all the blood just rushes and you can't stand straight. "Hm..." He reached out to Sorin for balance. "That's weird..." Sorin tried to hold Yurien up and closed his eyes as he felt the same rush. “Something is happening we have to get out of here,” he whispered "You have come, finally." Adam stood up and smiled at them, "This is your bonding ceremony. Welcome."A few of the naked men came to get them and ushered them into the room towards the center where there was a mattress on the floor."I feel hot..." Yurien said as he smelled in the sweet scent of the burning candles and powders."Please, get comfortable." Adam said as the men began to undress the young men. Sorin whimpered slightly as they were pushed towards the mattress. He groaned as the heat washed over him, “Me too,” he told Yurien and tried to push the hands undressing him away. “Bounding ceremony?” He questioned, eyes wide. “We can’t,” he protested. A man pulled off Yurien's shirt, exposing his smooth dark skin. They did the same with Sorin. "You two will bring magic back to the world." Adam smiled as the men pulled down their pants, leaving them naked and exposed for all to see.Yurien had no magic of his own, so he was more vulnerable to the mental suggestions being placed on him. He was pushed towards Sorin and he felt a heat inside him that needed to be released. His cock was getting hard, even more so when his body was pressed against Sorin's. The friction felt good and he moved his hips to get more of that pleasure. "That's good..." He whispered as he put his arms around Sorin. Sorin gasped as he was pushed towards Yurien and their skin touched. He rocked a few times, helpless against the pull for a few moments. “Yurien wait,” he whispered and pulled from him. “Think about this…” Adam rubbed Sorin's back softly, "Just let go and enjoy the moment. This is your life mate."Yurien leaned in and kissed Sorin's neck, tracing his tongue along the soft skin. Sorin shuddered when he felt the lips on his neck. Between the smoke and the feelings Yurien was bringing he was falling into the spell. Yurien moved his hips and turned Sorin's face to kiss him, his tongue sliding into Sorin's mouth. Sorin returned the kiss and rocked back against him. "First, we must prepare you." Adam took some slimy liquid in his hands and prodded Sorin's virgin entrance, slightly coating it with the substance. He was eager to see the ritual consummated. Sorin tensed as August touched him and pulled away. “Yurien only,” he protested. “I am not yours…” "Of course, we shall respect the sanctity of your bond this night." Adam replied as he guided both young men to the mattress and told the others to give them space."It feels like being in a cloud..." Yurien smiled, seeing all the colors swirl around him and the sensation of Yurien close to him. Sorin leaned down shyly and kissed him. “Yurien what do you see?” He whispered. Yurien's golden eyes had a bit of a rosy color, "Everything is so...colorful..." His hands moved over Sorin's chest, feeling his skin. He laid on top of him and rocked his hips, feeling his cock rub up against Sorin's. The feeling was great but it was also augmented by the incense. Sorin cried out at Yurien started rocking against him. “That feels so good,” he moaned. Adam and the others watched eagerly as Yurien moved between Sorin's legs and began prodding his entrance with his cock. He rocked back and forth until the body beneath him finally started to ease up and open for him Sorin gasped as Yurien finally pressed in and rocked against him. He moaned in pleasure as they finally connected. The men chanted as the two of them finally made the connection. Many continued to participate in the orgy, hoping to feel the energy from the two of them. Adam watched closely with a satisfied smile on his face. He thought that this union would bring a good fortune to them all.Yurien kissed Sorin;s lips and braced himself, holding him as he began rocking his hips to make love to him. Sorin kissed him back and moved with him. He ran his hands over Yuriens shoulders as he only focused on them. Adam's eyes were glued to the couple, even as one of the men started sucking his cock. "Beautiful..." He breathed as he watched them bond.Yurien moved faster once Sorin's body eased up. Sorin arched up towards him and started to rub his hard cock. It was his first time and he was heading to climax quickly. Adam watched with wonder, confident that once the hallucinogenics had worn off, these two would appreciate what he had done for them.Yurien squeezed Sorin's cheeks as he thrust faster into him, "Hmm, yes..." He groaned and soon climaxed inside Sorin's tight, virgin body.The men started chanting happily at their union. Sorin gasped as he felt Yurien fun then moaned as he came into his own hand. The men continued to chant as Yurien slowly dozed off, falling asleep on top of him. When he started coming to, everything was lighter. He groaned, trying to remember what happened the night before. The men were still sleep all around them, naked and tangled with each other. Sorin awoke slowly after him and pulled away with a soft gasp. He was a bit sore and he did remember what happened. “How do you feel?” He whispered, not wanting to wake Adam or the other men. "I...I think something happened last night." Yurien replied, having some flashes of the night before in his head. He reached for Sorin's hand, "Uh, we should probably go before these nutjobs wake up." He whispered, looking around the room to make sure no one was awake. Sorin squeezed his hand gently, trying to keep him calm. “Do you remember what happened?” He asked as he stood slowly and pulled him towards the door. "Yeah, I...we..." Yurien sighed with a blush, "I'm pretty sure they drugged us." He grabbed a robe and gave one to Sorin, "They're a cult. We have to go before they decide to keep us here." Sorin pulled on the robe and nodded to his words. “Yeah we were drugged. Let’s go before Adam wakes. They scare me.” "Yeah..." Yurien held Sorin's hand and they went to their room to get dressed. "Are you ok?" He said after a moment of getting dressed in silence. Sorin nodded to his words but could not meet his eyes. “Just sore…I’ve un never…done that before.” "Yeah...I think I remember a little bit..." Yurien sighed, trying to keep calm despite what was done to them. "Ok, let's grab our packs and get the hell outta here before they wake up, ok? The hoverboard should be by the gate." Sorin grabbed the bags and handed Yurien his. “I just want you to know I don’t blame you. You are a victim too.” Yurien looked at him and nodded, "Come on." They went to the gate and noticed that the hover board was completely sabotaged, broken beyond repair. Before he could even react to that, he saw a man coming out of the compound. "Uh-oh, we really need to go now." He took Sorin's hand and hustled out of there through the gates without looking back. Sorin rushed with him, scared they were going to get caught. Quickly he used his magic to create a small lake hoping it would hold them back. Yurien ran, holding Sorin's hand, for as long as he could. He finally stopped as they came under a bridge and hid under it. "Do you think they'll come after us?" Sorin leaned over and placed his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “I…I think we are safe for now…” Yurien checked the bag, "We don't have many supplies, but they'll do for a bit." He sighed and looked up, "But...now what..?" Sorin bit his lip as he thought about what Adam said. “Adam told us that once we mate men won’t be throwing themselves at us and we can separate. Maybe we should go try to find supplies then meet back here?” "What? No..." Yurien's reaction was swift and he didn't even realize it. "I mean, we should stick together regardless. It's not safe out here." He also didn't want Sorin to get into trouble by himself. Sorin looked to him curious, but nodded. “Ok that’s fine. We can look around together…” "We don't want to hurry to join a group just yet." Yurien said, "We just have to find a safe place. Did you manage to bring the map?" Sorin pulled out the map and handed it to him. “Yeah. I just want to be sure we get supplies and food if we need.” Yurien studied the map, "Hm, there is a small trading hub in this area." He looked around, "If we can fill some canisters with your water, we could trade that for food and some clothes. Water is very valuable." He said, "But we can't have too much or else they'll get suspicious of where we got it." Sorin looked over the map where Yurien was pointing. “That sounds good. We should probably hide a weapon just in case they attack…” "Yeah, and don't use your powers unless you have to. That will only draw more attention." Yurien said and picked up a rusty pipe from the water's edge. "This might do. Find something sharp, if you can." Sorin found a piece of metal dug into the mud and gently pulled it out. It’s dull but I but we can figure out how to sharpen it. "Ok, sit down. Just hold it and I'll sharpen it." He knelt in front of him and Sorin held the piece of metal. He began to work on it, catching a quick accidental glimpse into Sorin's shirt. He finished the work and nodded, "That should do it. Be careful now." Sorin watched Yurien and tried not to flush as thoughts raced in his head. With him kneeling it sent some racy thoughts through his head. “Thank you.” "Good, now let's get a move on before those weirdos come following us." Yurien took Sorin's hand, which had now become a habit, and led the way. He noticed that Sorin's cheeks were reddish, "Are you ok? Catching a fever?" Sorin bit his lip shyly, “I think I am still feeling effects of the spell,” he told him softly as they walked together "You wanna take a rest?" Yurien stopped by an abandoned trailer. "Wait here." He went inside first to make sure it was empty. "No one's here. Come in." He pulled him inside the trailer. "What's wrong?" Sorin wanted to protest but was too shy. He waited till they were in the room then took a step away. “I’m just having feelings…being pulled towards you. I can push it away…it’s ok…” "I can see that." Yurien pointed to Sorin's crotch, seeing the notable erection in his pants. He walked over to him and placed a hand on it, "Or I can take care of it for you."He sat down on the bed, "Look, fighting this thing is just going be a bother. So let me do this for you, ok?" He asked, pulling him closer by the rim of his pants. His face was inches from Sorin's bulge. Sorin gasped as Yurien pulled him close, his face flushed. “You…you don’t have to,” he groaned even as he arched towards him. "Don't be fussy now." Yurien pulled down Sorin's pants and grabbed his cock, stroking it slowly at first. "Just relax." He said as he leaned forward and put it in his mouth. Sorin groaned as he felt Yuriens hands on him. His groans turned into moans as he felt his mouth over him. “Oh my…” Yurien used his tongue on the tip of Sorin's cock before taking it into his mouth again, sucking as he moved along its length. Sorin flushed and moaned as he felt Yurien. He rocked slowly, chasing the friction before he came with a groan. “Shit…” he groaned. “Sorry I was just already wound up.” Yurien was caught by surprise and had to swallow to avoid choking. Somehow, it made him feel really good to connect with Sorin like this. He felt a tingling all over his body and wondered if it was part of the whole bonding thing.He pulled back and wiped his mouth, "Guess that felt good, huh?" He said, looking up at him. He wasn't even aware that he now also had an erection poking at his pants. Sorin nodded as he watched him. He saw his reaction and flushed a bit even as he offered, “Let me take care of you too.” "What?" Yurien looked down, "Oh...Well, you don't have to if you don't want to." He blushed. Sorin shook his head, “I should…you took care of me, and you said it might become a bother…” He moved his hand and started to rub him through his pants. "fuck.." Yurien groaned softly as he felt Sorin's touch. "Well, you're right..." He opened his pants and felt the relief of being released from the constraining fabric. His cock now hard and erect, waiting for Sorin's touch. He pushed down his pants and leaned back in the bed, his cheeks flushed. Sorin flushed but rubbed him skin to skin once he was exposed. Soon he leaned down to suck his tip, trying to please him. Yurien leaned forward and helped Sorin move his mouth slowly, knowing that he hadn't done this before. "There...like that..." He bit his lip as he felt him. Sorin nodded and gasped as it made him bob over Yurien. He kept moving as he was shown and rubbed what he couldnt fit. "Ah..." Yurien felt his pleasure building up. The feeling of Sorin's mouth felt better than anything he ever felt before. He couldn't explain it. As his breathing picked up, he grit his teeth, "Sorin...I'm close..." He groaned and climaxed, unable to hold back any longer. Sorin swallowed then pulled back with a flush. He wiped his mouth and sat back not sure what to say. "Sorry..." Yurien said, wondering if Sorin had any reservations about it. Sorin shook his head and stood. “No it’s ok. You did that for me so I can do it for you. We should get moving though.” Yurien sat up and pulled his pants up, "Yeah." He gave Sorin the map, "You lead us this time." He picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Sorin pulled his backpack on the room Yuriens hand. He flushed but didn’t let go, he wanted to feel the connection. The two of them traveled towards the trading hub and stopped on the way to fill the canisters with water. "I'll hold them." He opened the container and waited for Sorin to work his magic. Sorin bit his lip before taking a breath and touching the containers. Once they were filled he stepped back, “Alright we are good. Let’s go. Be careful.” "Ok, that was pretty cool." Yurien admitted after Sorin filled the containers with water. "I can tell why so many people wanted to marry you." Sorin flushed at his words but gave him a small smile. “Well in a way you are married to me,” he reminded him softly. “So you get the benefits.” Yurien smirked, "If your father heard you say that, he'd probably have my head!" He chuckled and began to walk with the canisters on his hands. "He's probably still looking for you." Sorin shrugged as they walked together. “Possibly so he can use my magic. But he will only be angry he cannot marry me off for an alliance.” "That sucks. Seems like we both were unlucky in getting good parents." Yurien said, "My old teacher used to tell me my parents sold me to their care for some extra rations. I guess I'll never know if that's true or not. But I prefer being free and I don't regret doing what I had to in order to get my own freedom." He gently nudged Sorin, "Now you are free of all that too. You can do whatever you want." Sorin felt bad for complaining when he heard Yuriens story. He moved to hug him gently, “You had it worse. I’m sorry they treated you that way.” Yurien couldn't wrap his arms around him because of the water canisters he carried, but he felt himself lean into Sorin. "It's ok. I'm happy now and that's what counts. And I guess..." He blushed a little, "I'm not alone anymore. You and I will take care of each other, right?" Sorin flushed at his words and slowly pulled away as he nodded. “Yes,” he assured quickly. “We can protect each other.” He took one of the water canisters fork him so he would not have to carry both. “I trust you.” The two of them arrived at the small market and traded the water for some food and supplies. The man they bought it from was suspicious of them but he wouldn't risk them trading water with someone else, so he said nothing.After finding a more private spot, they began to eat their breakfast for the day, even though it was closer to mid day. "We should start looking for a place to crash tonight." He said as he took a bite of the food. Sorin ate slowly then nodded, “Yeah. We can search for somewhere after we eat. I do not think we have enough money left to rent anything…” "Hm, we'll have to squat somewhere." Yurien said, finishing his meal, "If we find an abandoned house or something, that could work." Sorin started cleaning up after he ate then nodded. “We have time to start looking now.” "If we're lucky, we can find a van or something cozy." Yurien said, taking Sorin's hand as they walked. He wasn't aware of it, but since the bonding he had felt more protective of Sorin. Sorin smiled as they walked together and squeezed his hand, he did like the connection. “It would be nice to have something enclosed so it doesn’t get too cold.” Yurien suggested that they go somewhere off the main road, so that they wouldn't be surprised in their sleep if anyone found them. They found the remains of an abandoned road, now overgrown with grass, that was littered with old cars. The best they could find was a mini van, so they put the sheets down and the one sleeping bag they were able to afford."Alright, lets see if we can fit inside." Yurien got in first, then pulled Sorin inside. He reached up and pulled down the back door of the mini van. The only exposed part was the front seat window, which had a hole in it from. But other than that, it felt nice and cozy. The two of them were almost on top of each other in the small space, but Yurien found that he didn't mind, actually.He pulled the sheets over them, "Um, maybe you can rest over my arm or something, so we're more comfortable." He suggested. Sorin flushed at his words then nodded, “I can sleep on top of you,” he told him softly. “I’m if that’s ok. It’ll keep us warm…” Yurien nodded, "Yeah, ok." He shifted a bit to help Sorin get comfortable. They were pretty close now. "That's better." He said, getting comfortable. Sorin laid his head on Yuriens chest and felt his body relax. He felt close to Yurien, it must have been because of the bond. “This is nice,” he admitted with a flush. Yurien put his hand on Sorin's back. Before he knew it he was moving it up and down his back. It started to rain outside, and Yurien looked at Sorin, "Are you doing that?" He couldn't remember the last time it had rained. Sorin had his eyes closed at Yuriens words but opened them quickly. He looked outside, “It happens when I am happy,” he admitted softly. “It usually is just a sprinkle though, maybe it’s stronger because we bonded?” Yurien looked up at the window, then back at him, "You're not upset that I was your first?" He had wondered, since Sorin didn't seem keen on performing that ritual. Sorin tensed a bit at his question and sighed. “I wanted my first to be someone I loved,” he admitted softly. “But deep down I knew it would never be my choice. I’m glad it was you, someone I knew, someone I…I liked. But we were both forced into it, were you ok that it was me?” Yurien nodded, "Yeah." He then moved his hand lower to cup Sorin's ass, "I hope you're not sore from last night." He quietly looked at him, "Do you want to try again?" He asked and waited for Sorin's response. Sorin felt his breath catch as Yurien gripped his ass. He flushed at his words but couldn’t help but nod, “Yes,” he whispered shy. “Um..do we have anything?” Yurien reached for the backpack, "Check in there, I think there could be something." Sorin looked in the bag and brought out lotion. “This…this could work.” Yurien turned to move on top of Sorin and pulled down his pants, "Turn to the right." He told him as he took the lotion and put it on his finger. He reached between Sorin's exposed cheeks and slipped a finger in there. "Tight..." Sorin opened his legs as much as he could when Yurien pressed a finger inside. He groaned and moaned as he rocked against him. “M…more,” he begged softly Yurien added another finger and moved them slowly, making sure to prepare him well. "Better?" Sorin flushed then nodded, “Yeah. Let me feel you.” Yurien's cock was aching to be released from his pants. He pulled his fingers out and pushed down his pants. It took a minute to get positioned inside the car. He leaned forward and slowly began to push his cock into Sorin's prone body. Sorin gasped as he pressed in. Soon he pulled him down into a kiss as they moved together. Yurien was surprised by the kiss but returned it nonetheless while thrusting his cock into him, slowly at first to make sure that his body was receptive. Sorin flushed as he broke the kiss and looked to Yuriens eyes. “Sorry I just…felt the bond…and that felt right.” He moved quicker under him trying to get him deeper. "It feels...natural..." He could feel the heat of his blood pumping through his veins. He removed his shirt and also pushed up Sorin's to have better access to his body. He licked Sorin's nipple while still thrusting into him. Sorin ran his hands over Yuriens sides, needing the connection. Outside it was starting to storm as he neared his climax. "Oh...hmm..." Yurien buried his head on Sorin's neck and kissed it as he thrust faster into him, moving the car with the motion of his hips. “Yurien,” he cried out as he arched his back. “So close.” Sorin's little cries of passion really turned him on. He let out a moan as he finally reached his climax, thrusting deep into him. This was much better than what he remembered of the first time. Sorins eyes fluttered as he came and a boom of thunder was heard outside. Sorin flushed as he peered out the window. “I…I made it storm.” Yurien looked up, seeing the storm outside, and chuckled. "Yeah, looks like it. The people must be going nuts." He smiled, turning to look at him. He closed his eyes and kissed him softly. Sorin kissed him back and arched up towards him. “I’ve never done that before…maybe it’s the bond?” Yurien turned them so that Sorin rested on his chest, "It's actually nice...like calming in a way." Sorin closed his eyes and curled close to him. “I’ve always liked when it rained. Reminded me of my mom. I think that’s why I make it rain when I’m happy.” Yurien smiled, "You're happy now?" He actually felt happy as well that they had been fated Sorin flushed then nodded, “Yeah. I feel safe with you…” Yurien smiled to himself, "Hey, I have an idea. I think I know where we should go." He told him, "It's a place I had been to after I earned my freedom. That's where I got my hover board. They have a bunch of cool things there and I can get work in a few places I know." Sorin looked up towards him curious. “Will we be safe?” He asked softly. “I do not want my father to find us. He will hurt you.” "There's a lot of people there, so it will make it harder to find us." Yurien assured him. Sorin smiled then nodded, “Yeah we can do that. I want to try to work too. So we have enough money.” "I always wanted to make a bigger one. Close to a plane or a glider." Yurien said, "Then we could go wherever we wanted." He said with a bright smile. Sorin giggled then curled close to him. “I’ve never flown before. That would be fun.” "I'll show you how." Yurien replied, then looked at Sorin's naked body, "You have a good body." He chuckled, smacking his ass with his bare hand. Sorins breath stuttered out in a gasp and his eyes went wide. “Do that again,” he moaned out "What? This?" Yurien spanked him again, the sound echoing in the closed space. "You like that?" He grinned at the thought. Sorin closed his eyes in pleasure. “I…I never thought I would,” he admitted shyly. Yurien moved Sorin to lay on his stomach, then laid beside him and spanked him again. "Want more?" He asked while rubbing his cheeks. Sorin was hard and he moaned in pleasure. “That’s good…please more.” Yurien was getting hard again as he spanked Sorin and heard his moans. He then moved behind him, teasing him with his cock between his cheeks. He spanked him again and sank his cock into Sorin's body, groaning with pleasure at the feeling. Sorins eyes el went wide as he felt Yurien against him and he rocked back. He moaned encouragingly trying to get him to go deeper. Yurien looked outside the window to make sure no one was around to see them but the rain made sure they had plenty of cover. He held Sorin's shoulders and began rocking his hips, going deeper until he buried himself inside him. "Fuck...that's good..." He gasped. Sorin groaned as they moved together and could hear the storm getting stronger. “Harder. Yurien please.” Yurien placed a bag under Sorin's stomach so that his hips would be angled upwards and continued to fuck him harder as the young mage demanded. He stroke Sorin's back and spanked him as he moved his hips to drive his cock deep into him."Fuck...Sorin...!" He cried out as he climaxed inside of him once more, slamming his hips with each thrust. Finally, he collapsed on top of him, breathing hard. Sorin came with him and groaned as they both collapsed onto the bags. He could hear the thunder again and groaned, “I made it storm. You bring that out in me.” Yurien's cock slipped out of Sorin and he moved to lay beside him, "That was really good." He leaned forward to kiss him. Not that he was happy about what those men did, but he did enjoy what came of it. He really liked being with Sorin. He had never experienced the feelings he got with him from anyone else before."You think we can do this more often now?" He asked with a soft smile, "I'll spank you any time you want." He chuckled Sorin kissed him back and moved to cuddle close. “Yeah this was really good. I would like if we did it more. But we have to be careful. If people see it storming so often they might come after us.” Yurien nodded, "You're right. We still need to be careful since there's people after us." He pulled Sorin into his arms and cuddled him, "You feel so nice." He whispered. Sorin smiled and cuddled with him, “I liks our connection. I…love being with you.” "Yeah, I guess I do too." Yurien replied, "Still, I think we should live on our own. Not with your father, or that Zaur guy--not even those creeps at that camp." He shook his head, "Just us. On our own." He looked at his eyes, "If you want to." Sorin looked into his eyes with a flush then nodded. “Yes. I would like that.” "Ok, good." Yurien hugged him and they fell asleep naked in each other's arms.When morning came, he put on his pants and shoes before opening the trunk of the vehicle they slept in. There was mud everywhere, but that was a good thing because people around these parts hadn't seen rain in years. Yurien could see how the people would offer devotion to Sorin for bringing such a vital resource to them."Sorin, you awake?" He called, "We need to get going early." Sorin stretched when he heard his voice then nodded. “Yeah I just have to dress.” He dressed then came out with a smile, “How far is it?” "It should take us a few hours to get there on foot." Yurien said, noticing Sorin's shoelaces. He took Sorin's foot on his lap and properly tied them and then did the other one."Alright, time to hit the trail." He stood up and held out his hand to him. Sorin took his hand without hesitation and smiled. “I trust you to lead the way.” As they moved along the road, they heard the people talking about the storm the night before. Everyone was happy that they were able to get some water. Nobody gave them a hard time on the road because of it."You brought happiness to a lot of people." Sorin smiled bashfully up to him as they walked. “Well as long as no one got hurt. I like helping people.” They reached a check point in the road and had to have their belongings checked. Thankfully they didn't carry anything that would identify them.One man looked at Sorin suspiciously, "Wasn't there some lord from up north looking for a boy like this one?" He asked the other guard."Are you an escaped slave, boy?" The other man checked him but saw now slave markings.Yurien took Sorin's hand, "No, he's just my boyfriend. That's all." Sorin was nervous when they were checked but didn’t speak. He leaned into Yurien with a smile, “Yeah, we have just been traveling together.” The guards let them pass and luckily they avoided another check before arriving at the large shanty town."This is it. This was my home for a long time. We can get work and hide in this place." He told Sorin, holding his hand still. Sorin nodded and leaned close, “Do you think we could find a magic suppressant? I…I want to be with you…but I am worried we will be singled out if I start a storm.” "Great idea!" Yurien knew of a place that sold magical items. They went there first and Yurien told the shop owner he was selling it to some mage out of town. He didn't want anyone to suspect them. The man said they would have to wait a bit, so they took a seat next to each other and Yurien put his arm around Sorin's shoulders."You don't mind, right?" He looked at him, "That I said you are my boyfriend." Sorin leaned into him and smiled happily, “No I liked it,” he admitted softly. “That’s what we are right?” Yurien bit his lip and nodded, "Yeah, that's what we are." He had to admit that he was smitten with Sorin now.As soon as they got the amulet, they went to look for a place to stay. They used the money they got from the early trade to rent a room. It would be temporary until they were able to get jobs and move to a better one. Sorin ducked his head shy and smiled happy. He was happy when they got a room, “This is nice.” Yurien led Sorin to the bed and kissed him, pressing him down on the bed and touching his body. "I want you now, Sorin." He breathed as he kissed his neck Sorin shivered under his kisses then nodded. “Want you too…” Yurien sat back and took off his jacked, followed by pulling up his shirt. He smiled and kissed him again, then pulled his shirt off too. He kissed Sorin's chest, making sure to nibble at his nipple, pinching the other. Sorins eyes went wide as he felt Yuriens lips. “That’s good,” he praised with a moan "Should we test the amulet?" Yurien smiled and pulled down Sorin's pants and underwear, leaving him naked. He pulled him over his lap and began to spank him. Sorin gasped as he was pulled forward and moaned at the spank. “Oh fuck,” he groaned out. "Hm, I don't hear any thunder or rain yet. Let's try some more.." Yurien smiled as he spanked him again and again until Sorin's beautiful cheeks were reddish, like a plump apple. Sorin sat up and started to pull Yurien into a kiss. “Take me, see how well this works.” Yurien smiled, "Let's try then." He took off his shirt and kissed Sorin, touching his body. Sorin helped him undress then kissed him deeply. Yurien smiled at how eager Sorin was to take off his shirt so that he would fuck him. "Alright, let's see what we can use.." He went to the bathroom and looked through the medicine cabinet and found something they could use for lubricant. "This will do it." He walked back into the room and smiled when he looked at Sorin naked in bed waiting for him.He climbed onto the bed and pushed Sorin's legs aside. He put the oily substance on his fingers and pushed them into his body slowly. "Tell me when you're ready." He said as he moved his fingers in and out slowly Sorin reached for him when he pulled away but soon just laid back. He grinned when Yurien pressed his fingers inside and started to rock. “Feel so good.” He ad he’s against his fingers as he moved, “Ok…ok in me.” Yurien nodded, "Ok." He aligned his cock with Sorin's entrance and pushed inside, groaning at the feeling. He rocked his hips slowly until he was completely sheathed inside. "Kiss me." He breathed softly Sorin gasped as Yurien pressed in, it was nice. He rocked against him then pulled him into a deep kiss. Yurien thrust into him while they kissed, moaning as their lips remained close together. He began pushing harder, testing how much Sorin could take. Sorin broke the kiss to cry out in pleasure as Yurien pressed harder. “That’s good just like that.” Yurien smiled and kissed Sorin's neck, sucking on the soft skin while thrusting fast into him which made the bed shake. Sorin writhed under him in pleasure, “Mark me,” he pleaded Yurien did as Sorin asked and concentrated on his neck with the intention of leaving a mark. Sorin was fair-skinned, so it wouldn't take long. He pulled back and smiled at the mark he had left."Turn around." He commanded, pulling out of him. He rubbed his cock as he waited for Sorin to get into position before penetrating him from behind. He held Sorin's hips and began pushing, building a rhythm with him. Sorin groaned as Yurien pressed into him once more. This angle allowed for Yurien to push in deeper. He grew closer with every thrust and soon came hard into Yuriens hand. Yurien chuckled, "You controlled it pretty well." He smiled before pushing faster until he came, feeling that tingle of energy between them again. He gave Sorin's ass one last slap before pulling out of him. He then wiped them with a tissue and laid on top of him, "That was good, it only got partially cloudy. I guess that amulet does work." Sorin laid back with a smile and nodded. “Yeah it works well. I am glad.” "Me too. I got some contacts here in the city, so we can live here for a while even if they come looking. I doubt they'll find us among all these people." Yurien knew that it only took one person to identify them, but they could take care of that. "What do you think about dyeing your hair for a while?" It would be the easiest way to throw their pursuers off their trail. Sorin touched his hair a bit self consciously. “We could do that,” he whispered. “Maybe something colorful?” "How about red?" Yurien countered, "I think it would look good on you." He said while his hand played with Sorin's hair. Sorin smiled to him then nodded, “I could do red,” he offered softly.I think it will make my eyes stand out a bit more.” "You're such a fuss." Yurien teased, then kissed his chest and laid beside him, looking at him with his golden eyes. Sorin giggled as he watched him, “I just want to look nice. Do you think you should change anything?” Yurien shook his head, "Hm, your guards didn't get a good look at me, but lord Karn's henchman might know me." He replied, "What about cutting my hair?" Sorin reached to play with his hair gently. “I like it long,” he admitted softly. “But if cutting it short keeps you safe then we should do that. You can always grow it again later.” Yurien smiled and kissed Sorin, "Ok, we'll do that tomorrow." He put his arm around Sorin's chest and pulled him in to sleep. It was nice to sleep in a bed again and it felt comfortable to be with Sorin.In the morning, he went to the bathroom and noticed that the distance he could be away from Sorin was longer now. He could even close the door now between them. But being apart from him didn't feel right anymore. When he returned to the bedroom, he climbed onto the bed and kissed Sorin sweetly. Sorin had started to wake when Yurien left the bed. When he was kissed he kissed back and pressed into Yurien gently. “Morning,” he told him softly and smiled up to him. Yurien couldn't help but smile in response, "Morning." He replied, "The place across the street has some good food. After that, we can go to the barber and take care of that. Sound good?" Sorin nodded and sat up, “That sounds good.” He stole a kiss before moving to get dressed. He was not shy to undress in front of Yurien after everything that had happened. Yurien had to look away after a moment because looking at Sorin was making him hard and they had to get started with their day. He put on his jacket and checked their bag. "We really need to do something about money." He said, "Hopefully we can both be employed in the same place, so let's look together, ok?" Sorin smiled at him and nodded again. “Yeah. It would be nice to work together.” He took his hand as they headed out. “Not sure what I can do but I will try anything once.” The two of them went to eat breakfast before they went to the barber shop. "He wants to go red." Yurien knew some of the people here, so he basically took care of everything for Sorin.His black curls were trimmed and left him with a shorter style. "Hey Sor, what do you think?" He asked while Sorin waited for the color to set in his hair. Sorin looked him over and smiled, “It’s nice,” he told him quickly. “You look hot.” He flushed at his words but didn’t take it back, “I like that you still have some curls.” Yurien flushed, "Thanks." He waited until Sorin finished and took a look at his new haircut. "Wow, that does look good on you." He said, running his fingers through the soft, red-tinted hair. Sorin leaned into his hand and smiled, “I am glad you like it,” he whispered then kissed him gently "Come on, let's get going." He put his arm around Sorin and they walked over to the mechanic shop. "Louie! Hey!" He waved at a man."Yurien, is that you?" The man was surprised to see him again. "You're back?"Yurien gave him a hug, "Yeah, I'll be staying here a while.""Didn't you say you wanted nothing to do with this dump?" Louie asked dubiously, although his mannerisms with Yurien gave the impression that they knew each other a long time."Eh, times change." Yurien shrugged then turned to Sorin, "I'll be living here for a while with my boyfriend, Sor....um, Sora." Sorin watched their interaction curiously. He wondered how they knew each other. “Hi. It’s nice to meet you,” he told him softly. After the introductions, Yurien got straight to the point of the job. Louie made a call to the boss and then offered Yurien a job with the mechanics. As for Sorin, he could help polishing the pieces and working on paint until he learned to do more complicated things. Yurien was grateful that they could at least be in the same area. He didn't want to be away from Sorin."What do you think?" He asked Sorin, "Can you handle it?" Sorin nodded to his question, “Yeah I can handle it. Plus you can teach me a bit so I can do other things.” "Ok, just make sure that you wear a mask so you don't breathe in the chemicals." Yurien replied, "Louie is a good guy, so we'll be fine here." Sorin smiled to him, liking that he was protective. “Should we go buy some gear before we start work tomorrow?” "No, let's cut our spending short for the time being, at least until we get our first pay day." Yurien walked with him. "Let's go back for the moment. We shouldn't be outside too much." He said, running his fingers through Sorin's hair playfully. Sorin leaned into him as they walked together and nodded. “That sounds good.” Once they were inside he kissed Yurien gently, “Thanks for taking such good care of me.” Yurien blushed, "I've never...been this close to someone before." He said, "It's a little scary but I don't mind. It feels better when I'm with you." Sorin smiled shy and nodded to him, “Me too. I like feeling the connection with you…” Yurien put his arms around Sorin's waist and kissed him. "Good."He then moved to the small table in the room and placed a mechanical piece on it. Next to it he placed a box of tools. "Come here, Sorin, I'm going to teach you some basics, alright?" He said as he sat down on a chair. "If you can help out around other parts of the shop, it'll help us stay employed." Sorin sat next to him, eager to learn new things. “I saw someone putting a design on a shield, maybe I can design something for the shop? I like to draw.” "That's a good idea!" Yurien replied, "It's pretty popular nowadays to put decals on vehicles. I'd love to see what you come up with." He continued to show Sorin the basics of the work, what each tool was called and other such things. Sorin would also work on designs to present Louie and see if he would like them.The next week, a man showed up at the shop asking about the two fugitives. Luckily for them, they were on their break, fucking in the bathroom. Louie told the man nothing and to get lost. He then knocked on the door to the bathroom."Shit...um, I'll be just a moment!" Yurien called out as he fucked Sorin, getting close to his orgasm. Sorin flushed as he heard then knock and had to hold back a moan. “Yurien,” he whispered in his ear. “Fuck…I told you we would get caught…” he gasped out then moaned again as he came, almost being caught turned him on. Yurien came as he felt Sorin's cheeks clenching and thrust deep inside while grabbing his hips tight. He breathed heavily and smiled, "I know...I just couldn't wait." He looked over Sorin's shoulder and saw the cum on the sink. "Seems like you couldn't wait either." He chuckled softly before pulling out and pulling up his pants. "You ok?" Sorin nodded and dressed quickly before cleaning the sink. “Yeah. Let’s go see what he wants…” Yurien grabbed Sorin's face and planted a kiss on his cheek as they moved out of the bathroom. He just couldn't help himself from being close to him, even after they just had sex.They spoke with Louie, who told them that the man was looking for a couple of fugitives. "I told him to get lost, but he might come back. You know anything about that?""Can we talk to you in private?" Yurien asked, and they moved to the office. Yurien told Louie that he was under contract to kidnap Sorin but they decided to run away instead. He didn't tell him anything about Sorin's powers."I just don't want any trouble in my shop, ok?" Louie said told them. Sorin leaned against Yurien as he told the story. He was worried Louie would turn them in or fire them. “We promise to be careful. I just want to be free…you have to understand that.” "Don't worry, we will be careful." Yurien assured him. Louie relented and told them to keep working.That evening they went to eat at a small shop that served Asian food. "As long as we keep your powers secret, they won't be able to suspect you are here." Sorin nodded to his words and ate slowly. “I…I am just scared Lucas will fire us if they come again and cause trouble.” "Yeah, but maybe there's something we can do." Yurien said, "Your power, do you have to be near to use it? I figured you could try causing rain as far as you can from here. Once they see that, they'll think you're away from here." He thought it was a good plan. Sorin bit his lip as he thought, “I have never tried to, but that’s a good idea. Maybe we can get a map and I can focus on a place?” "Ok, we still have one in the bag." He searched and found it in their belongings, "Let's go to the roof." They went up to the roof and looked out to the horizon."Alright, so this is where we are." Yurien pointed to the map, "Maybe you can try making it rain over by the ridge to the North." Sorin was nervous that it would not work but he trusted Yurien. He took his hand and concentrated on the map, imaging the place filled with storms and hoping it worked. Yurien held Sorin's hands, hoping that it would help somehow. "I can see some clouds over there. I think it might be working." He waited but not much else was happening."Hm, maybe you need a little more stimulation." He reached down and pulled out Sorin's cock through the fly and started rubbing it. "How's that?" As they were on the roof, he knew that people in the surrounding buildings could probably see them but he didn't really care about that. He was concentrated on Sorin and building up his heart rate. He rubbed his bond mate's cock in his hand slowly, using his thumb on the tip to excite him further. Sorin gasped as he felt Yuriens hands on him. “Fuck,” he groaned trying to concentrate on the storm. His eyes closed as he rocked against Yurien and didn’t see the storm in the distance getting stronger. Yurien saw the storm starting to form on the horizon and smiled, "That's it...almost there..." He said as he kept pumping Sorin's cock. "Just concentrate over there." He then leaned forward and began sucking the tip while massaging its length quickly. Their connection always seemed to amplify Sorin's power. Springs eyes went wide as he came into Yuriens mouth. To the north the storm was brewing wildly. Yurien took a moment to swallow his cum before pulling back and looking over the horizon, seeing the storm. "You did it! And not a drop of rain over us!" He smiled at him as he tucked Sorin's cock back in his pants. Sorin flushed and smiled at him, “I guess I just need to be with you for my powers to work now.” Yurien chuckled, "Well, I'm happy to be of service." He replied and kissed him before helping him stand on his feet. "You did great." Sorin giggled at his words, “So did you. Thank you.” Yurien put his arm around Sorin's shoulder, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He kissed his cheek with a smile.The ruse worked and for many weeks there was not another person in town looking for them. Nobody suspected them of being there. That is, until a man that worked for Sorin's father came into town.His name was Trey, and while in town he spotted Sorin but didn't know if it was really him. He followed him but couldn't get too close because Yurien was always close to him. He waited for the opportunity to approach him. "Sorin? Is that you..?" He asked as he approached Sorin looked up startled as he heard his name, “I..I do not know anyone by that name,” he lied and started to back away, scared Trey would take him and force him to go home. Trey grabbed Sorin's wrist, "It is you. Your father has been searching..."Yurien pushed him away and off of Sorin, "Hey! What are you doing? This is my boyfriend."Trey seemed confused, "You must return home, Sorin!" Sorin moved behind Yurien scared, “No. Leave me alone!” "You want to take something back? Take this." Yurien put as much force as he could into punching the man's jaw. "Run!" He told Sorin and began to run away, holding his hand. "Let's hide, ok?" Sorin gasped as Yurien hit him and ran with him. He nodded to his words and pulled him into an abandoned shed. “What if he comes with someone else?” He asked scared Yurien sighed, "How about we get married?" He looked right at him, "They can't make you marry anyone else if you're legally married, right?" Sorins eyes went wide at his words and he flushed. “Are you serious?” He asked softly. “I mean…if you want me to say yes you are going to have to ask a bit nicer than that,” he teased softly Yurien chuckled, "Alright, ok." He got down on one knee, "Sorin, will you marry me?" He was partly teasing and partly serious. He really loved Sorin but it was always hard for him to be sentimental. Sorin moved to kiss him gently. “Yeah. Yes. I will marry you.” Yurien stood up and picked him up in his arms while kissing him. "Turn around." He commanded, his hand going behind Sorin to grope his ass. Sorin moaned then turned as he asked, “I want you,” he whispered Yurien smiled and pulled down Sorin's pants to his knees. He was already prepared by carrying lube just in case they wanted to fuck during a break. So he put some inside Sorin while working his other hand to free his cock. Once he had, he penetrated Sorin right there in the alley. It felt like a rush to do it in a place they could be caught in. Sorin was flushing as Yurien pressed into him, “Fuck,” he gasped trying to keep quiet. He did not want to get caught he it was kinda hot thinking they could be. Yurien slammed his hips into Sorin's while pinning him to the wall. He loved being inside him and he could tell that Sorin loved it too. "Exciting, huh?" He smiled and spanked him. Sorins breath stuttered out as he felt that spank, “Yeah. You feel so good.” Yurien kept thrusting fast into Sorin's body. When he saw two shadows, he put his hand over Sorin's mouth to keep the noise down but he still kept rocking his hips. The two men walking by didn't even notice them but they stayed talking there for a couple of minutes without knowing. Sorins eyes were wide as he rocked back into Yurien and heard the men. He tried to stay quiet and was thankful for the hand on his mouth. He was close already but trying to hold back. As soon as the men left, Yurien thrust in deep and climaxed inside Sorin, his body trembling with excitement and pleasure. Sorin came with him and moaned into his hand. Yurien steadied his breathing and slowly pulled out of Sorin's body, "They almost saw us." He smiled as he pulled up his pants. Sorin got dressed quickly and flushed. “Y…yeah I know…” he whispered Yurien turned Sorin around and kissed him deeply, "Let's go find someone who can marry us. If we can get it done this week, I think we should be fine." He brushed back Sorin's hair, "Do you think your father will accept it?" Sorin kissed him back happily then made a face at the mention of his father. “No,” he admitted softly. “He will probably try to get it annulled or something.” He kissed Yurien again then pulled his hand over his stomach. “Unless we have something to prove we were together. I’ve been reading about our bond…it’s possible for us to…to have a child. There’s a ritual…I think that’s what Adam was trying to do when he forced us to complete the bond.” He flushed as he looked away shyly, “I mean if you want kids…” "A kid...could we..?" Yurien was stunned for a moment, "But can we look after a kid? I guess it's something to think about. That's a big decision." Sorin looked to him and nodded, “I know. It’s a big decision. I want kids with you…but it has to be safe and we have to be able to take care of them.” He moved to take Yuriens hand gently, “I just am scared…that he could take you away and claim we never were truly married. Claim we never…consummated it…” Yurien took Sorin and held him, "Hey, don't worry. We'll tackle one thing at a time." He patted his ass, "First, we get married." Sorin hugged him tight then moved to kiss him gently. “I love you,” he whispered. “And I want to be with you forever…” Yurien blushed at Sorin's words, "You do?" He bit his lip, "I...I love you too, Sorin." He said as he held him, "I was a bit embarrassed to say anything before..." He confessed Sorin smiled and curled into him happily, “I know you aren’t the type to say it. But I could tell, it was in your actions.” He leaned up to gently kiss him again, “That’s why I wanted to marry you, why I said yes.” "Heh, you already know me so well." Yurien put his arm around Sorin and hugged him close as they walked.~They talked with Louie and were directed to a man that held marriage ceremonies in his house, which had a nice view of the valley. After getting what papers they needed, they decided on a date."Obviously as soon as possible would be good, right?" Yurien said, taking Sorin's hand. Sorin squeezed his head and nodded. “Yeah the sooner the better.” "I have space this afternoon, if you want it." The man suggested.Yurien smiled, "I think that would be perfect." He was already picturing a sunset wedding. Sorins smile grew and he nodded, “That would be perfect.” After agreeing to the time, Yurien and Sorin went to get some outfits for the occasion. "Is there anything specific you'd like?" Sorin looked through the outfits trying to decide. “A black suit…maybe with colored outlines?” "They have some here." Yurien went to a rack and picked up some bow ties, "Which do you think?" The beige and light blue ones looked really nice with his dark skin tone. Sorin touched the beige one, “This one pops with your skin.” "Good." Yurien picked the tie to go with the suit and they went back with the clothes. "Want me to help you dress up?" Sorin nodded and pulled him into a kiss, “We will be married soon,” he whispered excited. Yurien tried to remember from the tailor how to put on the suits correctly and helped Sorin with his. "So? Do I look distinguished?" He posed for him. Sorin hummed as he looked Yurien over, “You look amazing. I love it.” "You look quite dashing yourself." He kissed Sorin's hand. "So, are you ready to do this?" He rubbed his thumb over Sorin's soft hand. Sorin nodded quickly, “Yeah. Let’s do this.” The two of them walked out and were wed over the sunset at the top of the building. It was very beautiful and Sorin looked amazing.Yurien held Sorin as they looked over the horizon. The rings they had got weren't expensive, but they matched and fit them perfectly. "I never expected to fall in love with someone I was sent to retrieve." He chuckled Sorin smiled and squeezed his hand. “I never expected to be in love with my husband,” he admitted and pulled him into a kiss. “You set me free.” "Accidentally, but I'm glad it happened anyway." Yurien smiled at him."We should celebrate. Get some drinks, go dancing, something." He wanted to enjoy this moment because he wasn't sure if they would have to run again or face Sorin's father and how that would go. Sorin nodded and squeezed his hand before leading him towards the door. “Dancing sounds like fun.” "Great, let's go." The two of them went to a local spot they knew and danced the night away. It was good that they could enjoy this moment without worrying about who was coming after them. That could wait until the next day. Sorin danced close to his husband exited to be with him. After a few songs he couldn’t help but pull Yurien into a kiss. Yurien smiled, "We have tomorrow off, so let's get some sleep and then have early breakfast tomorrow. Well, after I fuck your brains out, of course." He grinned Sorin nodded and headed home with him. “I want to celebrate our marriage. I love you.” Yurien brought Sorin home and kissed him deeply, his hands roaming around Sorin's body. He pulled off his shirt, showing off his toned body, then rid Sorin of his top as well. He leaned in to kiss his neck while grabbing his ass. The sensation of being in contact with his skin was something he never got tired of. Sorin arched his neck with a groaned and slowly rocked against him. “I love you,” he whispered happily. "I love you, Sorin.." He reached into Sorin's pants and began to rub his cock, wanting to tease him a little. Sorin rocked against his hand with a moan, “Oh yes….you feel so good…more,” he begged "But you're still halfway in your suit...I wouldn't want to ruin it." Yurien teased while still rubbing him. Sorin pouted then pushed at his pants. “I can fix that,” he protested. “Want you.” Yurien grinned as he took Sorin to bed and put his hands all over his body. "All mine." He took Sorin's hand and guided it to his cock, wanting to feel his soft skin on his. Sorin moved against Yurien eagerly, loving feeling his hands on him. When his hand was placed on Yuriens cock he smirked then started to rub. "Hmm..." Yurien leaned into Sorin's neck and licked it, rocking his hips slowly Sorin rubbed a bit faster trying to rile Yurien up. “Don’t you want me?” He asked softly. “To be inside me…” "Fuck..." Yurien couldn't hold it anymore as Sorin turned the tables on him. He bit Sorin's neck and bucked his hips. Unable to hold on any longer, he pushed up Sorin's legs and licked him while rubbing himself. "You're a sly one.." He grinned as he moved to push his cock into him. Sorin cried out as Yurien pressed into him. “Good, so good,” he moaned and rocked against him. “Take me. I’m yours.” Yurien leaned over him and pressed in deeper, "Like this?" He teased, his cock buried inside him. Sorin nodded eagerly as he moved slowly against him. “Yes…yes like that…” "Kiss me." Yurien demanded as he began thrusting his hips more aggressively. He was totally enraptured by Sorin's body. Sorin loved to kiss him deeply, moaning as he felt his pleasure build. The bed could barely keep up with their love making, almost like it would give in at any moment. But Yurien didn't care. He was lost in the pleasure of taking Sorin's body. "Turn around. I want you from behind." He said as he pulled out. As soon as Sorin moved, he grabbed his hips and penetrated him again, thrusting hard into him. Sorin gasped at the change in position. “Yurien,” he cried out as he grew close to climax. "Ready? Or should I wait more?" He grinned as he teased Sorin, feeling his husband's body quiver beneath him. Sorin groaned in protest and shook his head. “No…no waiting. Touch me I’m ready.” Yurien put his hand on Sorin's cock and started rubbing it fast, "Like that?" He smirked Sorin nodded and rocked up to him with a moan. "Yes. Yes thats so good...so close..." "Alright then." Yurien grabbed Sorin's hips and began thrusting his cock into him faster and harder, hoping to drive him over the edge. Sorin cried out his name as he moved with him. Soon he cried out and came into his hand. Yurien gasped and came inside Sorin when he felt his body gripping his shaft. He continued thrusting until he was spent, then took a breath. "Seems like you enjoyed that." He chuckled, giving Sorin's ass a slap. Sorin smiled and pulled him into a kiss. “I always enjoy it with you. I love you.” Yurien laid on top of him and kissed him back, "I love you too. I want you to be mine forever." Sorin laced his hands with Yurien as he curled close happily. “Forever,” he whispered. “I promise.” For a few days after their marriage ceremony nothing happened. But one night their door was kicked opened and several men came inside, dragging both youths by force, even putting shirts over their heads to keep them disoriented.As much as Yurien fought he was overpowered. He could feel that Sorin was being taken away from him but he could do nothing about it. Sorin yelled in fright as they were attacked and tried to fight. “Yurien?” He cried out as he was dragged away. “Let me go!” He ordered still fighting as best he could. His magic sparked out but he was not able to concentrate enough to get it working. He was also scared he could hurt Yurien if he used it. A couple of days of traveling and they were back again at Sorin's old home, where his father waited for him. Yurien was not with them, but Trey was."You've caused me quite a bit of grief, Sorin." Zaur spoke sternly, "What's this I hear of you getting married and living with your kidnapper?" Sorin looked around nervously as he listened to his father. “Yurien is my mate,” he told him softly. “He helps me control my powers. Where is he?” He demanded now. "You're mate? What sort of nonsense have you gotten into?" Zaur stood up, "Did you get caught up with that cult? You should have killed that man and returned home." He walked over and touched Sorin's hair, "You look like a clown. First thing, we'll get your hair back to what it used to be." Sorin jerked back from his father and glared at him angry. “I am not listening to you anymore. Tell me where my mate is and let us return home. I am no use to you I have already been claimed, you cannot sell me to anyone.” "That thief may have gotten away with deflowering you, but you are still my son." Zaur said, "Our land needs your water powers to sustain itself." What he really meant was that he needed Sorin to maintain his control over the people under his rule. Sorin crossed his arms around himself angry, “My powers are not for you to just use. Perhaps we can negotiate Yurien and I helping out. But I want to see him. Where is he?” "He is safe, for now, but you must agree to do as you're told." Zaur told him. Sorin reached up to touch his necklace, using it to keep himself calm so he did not lose control of his powers. “I want to see him. To make sure he is unharmed.” Zaur sighed, "You're as stubborn as your mother." He looked to one of his guards, "Bring in the thief." He ordered.Yurien was brought in handcuffed but aside from some scratches from the abduction, he seemed unharmed. Sorin jerked forward and touched Yuriens chest worried. “Are you ok?” He whispered, ignoring everyone else. Yurien shook his head, "I'm fine. What about you?" He wanted to hug him but he knew they were waiting for any excuse to separate them. Sorin bit his lips as he looked Yurien over. “I’m ok. I was just scared they hurt you.” He wished they were alone but was nervous to ask. Soon he looked to his father, “I will do as you ask…but I do not want to be separated from him.” "Done." Zaur spoke and motioned for one of his men, who came up behind Yurien and put a slave collar on him. "As long as we make sure he doesn't try to steal you again."Yurien was caught by surprise and could tell that this collar was armed with an explosive if he ever tried to leave with Sorin. Sorin gasped and noticed what the collar was, “You can’t do that!” He protested angry and his powers started to get out of control. The various pools of water started to shake in his anger, he was obviously more powerful now. “Take it off.” "Guard. Shoot the man." Zaur told the guard, who immediately pointed the gun at Yurien. "Hold on." He moved to Sorin and held him back, "You forget I am in charge here, son. Don't forget again." He motioned for the guard to relax."And what? You're gonna keep me in the kennels?" Yurien held Sorin's hand and squeezed, hoping to calm him down, "Fine, we'll do as you say. So long as we stay together." He figured there would be a time later to find another way. Sorin tried to fight his father, scared the guard truly was going to shoot Yurien. “Just…just take us to my room,” he muttered, calming down as Yurien squeezed his hand.

Stolen Love (MxM)

Doctor Who_ Season 5 IC

The Doctor is left alone.He turns, starts to walk. In the distance; the TARDIS. As he walks, he loses the pretence. He's in so much pain. Dragging his feet. Every step. He winces, sharp pain, ow! Tries to keep going. The longest walk. Walking through the snow. Then it really hits him. Agony. He falls to his knees. desperate. And so alone. He heaves for breath. Can't find the strength. He could die, right here. But then... A song.A familiar song. Drifting in through the night. The Song of the Ood. The Doctor looks up. Standing far away, in the snow. OOD SIGMA. The song is rising, now, soaring. The Doctor gaining strength from it.OOD SIGMA:We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep.And the Doctor... Stands. The song all around him. Inspiring him.OOD SIGMA:This song is ending. But the story never ends. And the Doctor keeps walking. To the Tardis.THE DOCTOR steps inside, exhausted. He stops by the doors, rests against them, lifts his hand. the faint GOLDEN GLOW. Then he walks up the ramp. Still surrounded by Ood-song, the unearthly choir swelling all around him. He reaches the console. Clicks a few switches. Watches the Time Rotor rise and fall...THE TARDIS gently circling above the EARTH.The song continues. THE DOCTOR at the console. More pain. Fights it off. But it's time. He stands back. Closer to the ramp. Ready, but never ready for this. Then, quietly:THE DOCTOR:I don't want to go.And then, slowly...gently, a shroud of calm GOLDEN GLOW rises up around his head, his features still visible. lifting his GLOWING HANDS, in amazement, his face still visible within its glow. And then, a sudden acceleration, wham - ! THE DOCTOR VOLCANOES!!!GOLDEN ENERGY blasting out of his head, his arms - beautiful, ferocious - GOLDEN ENERGY from one arm - ripping into the console -MASSIVE EXPLOSIONS, the whole thing going up - ! GOLDEN ENERGY from the other arm, rips down the ramp - BLASTING THE DOORS, a MASSIVE SHEET OF FLAME flaring up! the door-windows shatter out!ENERGY still BLASTING OUT OF THE DOCTOR - FLAMES erupting all around, up through the floor! He's standing in the middle of an inferno! The Cloister Bell tolling! the Doctor's head, GOLDEN ENERGY streaming out, hisfeatures finally disappearing... A new face forming...He snaps upright, ENERGY BURNING AWAY, fast, gone! And there he is. Blinking. Dazed.The New Man.Spoiler Hide Whoiam, you are the Doctor, What do you do? By the way if you havent guessed you're CRASHING! This post is just to get a feel for your Doctor's personality Also the actor is Ben Wishaw! Allons-y! Beat. Beat. Beat. Beat."Oh, please say I'm ginger!" The first sounds to penetrate the silence in the TARDIS - well, apart from a little burning, some fizzing, a lot of smashing, and the cloister bell, but none of that was important - was the Doctor's entreaty to whatever power might be listening to give him the one hair colour he had never had before."Mirror, got to find a..." But the flow of words quickly trailed off. Something here was not right. He couldn't quiet put his finger on it, but it probably had something to do with the mass of devastated TARDIS console in front of him."I'm sure it wasn't in that state when I took off" he noted. His voice was almost puzzled. Full awareness was taking a few seconds to catch up with him, what with the shock of regeneration and all.But the few seconds passed, and the realisation percolated into the Time Lord's mind. He was going to crash. This was the cue for him to leap forwards to the console and jab uselessly at the controls. After a couple of jabs, he graduated up the tool chain, moving up to a hammer. That just raised more sparks. In utter desparation, he went for his sonic screwdriver... but again, it did not help. The console would need actual repairs!That brought a smile to his unfamiliar face. Who didn't love being buried up to their armpits in loose wires and components made for a different type of ship altogether? It was probably the most fun a Time Lord could have without causing paradoxes.Another lurch served as a reminder that he should probably do something faster than pull the console apart. His TARDIS was crashing, after all. A half-smile (his face drawing back into a smile on the right, and the left remaining serious), delivered to no-one at all, and the Doctor headed further into the TARDIS. There was a mirror by his wardrobe. If he was going to crash, he might as well know who would be crawling out of the rubble."Black? BLACK? Honestly, I would rather have been bald for once!" The new incarnation was less than pleased with his hair colour. Still no impact, so he spent a few moments memorising his new contours. "Nice body, and the face isn't bad. Got to change the clothing, though. Shame Romana's not here - only companion I ever had who could navigate a trans-dimensional wardrobe! Ah, well, I'll just have to hope this me's got some fashion sense."Although the TARDIS was still yet to crash, he knew it would only be a matter of time. Too little time to look through the wardrobe - he'd have to prepare for the crash landing. His sonic screwdriver and his glasses were both in his pockets - he checked. His old scarf was draped across one of the chairs in the back - he'd grab that as well, just incase he landed somewhere cold. What else did he have in his crash procedure? Ah, yes. Jelly babies and a comfy chair. "Gotta be on something that will cushion the fall" he muttered as he hunted for the bowl he always kept full for just such an emergency.But, horror of all horrors, the shaking of the TARDIS had knocked the bowl clean off it's assigned table! "Alas, poor bowl, I hardly knew ye." Quickly gathering up as many of the sweets as he could easily find, the Doctor retreated to an old, well-padded armchair to await the impact. "After all, when the TARDIS is shaking like this, you know it's going to end up somewhere fun!" The cloister bells roars out as Jelly babies burn and pop and the over heating consoles. The tardis is literally falling apart, the coral desktop theme deteriorating around the Doctor as his Chair rocked threatening to throw him free.Then gravity broke.The Tardis let out a screech as evrything began to be thrown about, withonly the Doctor clutching his chair.Fires burn and the debris races through the air as molten coral and metal.A thud and the Doctor threatens to lose consciousness. The Tardis grows still but continues to burn. Gravity has Stabilizied but the Tardis has definitely crashed, virtually all systems screech and hiss at the Doctor as they begin to go offline one by one.The Doctor sits on his armchair, reigning over chaos.Spoiler Hide What you will see when you open the door of the Tardis. From what the Doctor can tell he's crashed outside of an Estate, from the humidity, air quality, architecture and the day's newspaper discarded on the ground he can tell it's January 26th 2010, one he recognises but can't quite put his finger on why. He knows he hasn't drifted far but a crater with a diameter as wide as the Tardis' height surrounding the Tardis he knows he can't hide for long in the estate back alley he is standing in. then he sees them.Small grey spheres, as big as basketballs? Bigger? Floating, playing with the children, with the pets, everywhere... like Toys.Everywhere... the Doctor sees Boogeymen playing with human children like pets...Everywhere he seesToclafane! "Head. That's still on here. I've got senses - sight and smell and all that lot - but I really wish I hadn't. Rubble, smoke, and somewhere, the sound of ex-Jelly-Babies congealing on the floor. Poor TARDIS... Actually, poor Doctor! I'm the one who will have to clean this lot up! I wonder if anyone on this world has a vacuum cleaner? Legs. Do I still have legs?" Running his hands down his body, they confirmed he did, indeed, have legs. "Right. That means I can walk. Since I found that out with my hands, I must still have hands. I may have to feel my way to the door, so hands will be handy!"The Doctor was half-way out of the chair before he paused again. "I hope my next pun's better than that one!" Interruption complete, he wrapped the old scarf around his face as a makeshift gas mask and continued his evacuation......Only to find that, once he'd exited the TARDIS, he was faced with the wall of a crater. But that was good. Craters were good. "You know where you stand with a crater. Usually at either the bottom or the top, and always at the one you want to be farthest from."Climbing out was simplicity itself, and once out, he paused to survey the landscape, absent-mindedly helping himself to the discarded paper as he did so. It was then that he noticed the metal spheres toying with the population......and remembered. "How are they here, now, without a paradox machine? More importantly, do they remember me destroying the Master's one?""Even more importantly, why do I not see any adults around?"..."Even even more importantly, am I now wearing a great big bulls-eye?"..."Even even even more importantly, why.... okay, that's getting silly now. I'll stop stacking evens and go look for somewhere with a special on high-capacity cabling. There's got to be a store somewhere around this housing estate. Maybe if I find my way to the edge..." As the Doctor moves forward he sees some adults watching the children, they were out of view earlier, it appears to be a satuday with the amount of people not at work.A child and a passing Toclafane pause at the mouth of the alley with the crater as you exit and give you a bemused look.The Toclafane lazily drifts in front of you and with a more calm and mature voice than the Doctor was used to said"I am a personal entertain and protection entity, created, distributed and regulated by Leavyard Inc., you appear stressed, are you in need of assistance?"The boy seems to be annoyed that you distracted his toy"Pep-e, come on, my mom said not to talk to strangers."As the Toclafane or Pep-e spins around you see a symbol of a leaf overlaying a planet with the words 'Leavyard Inc.' underneath it.The child and his toy make to move away. One of the women on the street, a young brunette with her hair up in a braid, sees the Doctor emerge from the TARDIS. As the Time Lord interacts with the PEP-E unit, the woman's once-calm face turns more and more red with anger. Eyes flash with recognition; the poor Doctor finds himself suddenly on the floor, one side of his new face now red and swollen; he had just been punched! Him! the Doctor!Cold blue eyes stare at the Doctor, and one side of the woman's mouth twitches. "I told you you'd get yourself killed without me. Hello, Professor." And the Doctor remembers that smile and can't help but shiver. Because Ace is back, and she's not very happy with the Doctor. Though to be fair, he did leave her twenty years in her future when she wanted to leave. And he did use her as a pawn for several of his schemes as Seven. But still. There was no reason topunchhim. "Four times, actually. Shot, shockwave, irradiated, irradiated. Beaten to death will be a new one. Ah, well, maybe my next body will be a redhead..."Pain and swelling aside, the Doctor had a pretty simple plan in mind: Make Ace laugh. Why? If she starts laughing, she'll stop punching. Then he'll have a decent chance to run away. The last thing you wanted to do was have a former companion with a grudge tagging along."Since you're here and I'm not regenerating again just yet, perhaps you could fill me in on something? Say... the address of the Leavyard, inc. offices? I may also need a decent helmet if you're planning to come too. Or a full suit of body armour, whichever is easiest to find."Finally reassured that he's yet to annoy one of his companions to the point of lordicide, the Doctor slowly rises back to his feet. Toclafane were here, certainly. They were acting weirdly, certainly. Of course the potential had always been there. Those were still human minds in the spheres, and humans could be pretty serious and plenty devious when they wanted to be. You had to be something special to carve out an interstellar empire in a universe where the Daleks and Sontarans had gotten there first. Surviving to the very end of the universe...The Toclafane had been childish before... why? The same reason anyone was, probably. There was so little competition in their life, so few needs or wants that they'd never had to mature. Which means that the Toclafane now had encountered something to make them take this... charade... seriously. What could have forced the maturation of the last form of sapient life... and forced it trillions of years into it's own past? Outside a nearby little corner shop a van sits unattended with the Leavyard logo, save for a man unloading from the back. You also notice the Toclafane high in the sky seem to be coming to and from the same location. In spite of herself, Ace smiles. "Looks like you've lightened up a bit since we last met then. Sorry about dying. The industry showed up a few months ago; they've been wildly successful in the private security business. I don't trust them; I don't really trust anybody anymore."Staring straight into the Doctor's eyes, the Time Lord can see the old Ace, that vulnerable girl he took away from Ice World and showed the stars to. The girl that he considered like a daughter to him. The girl who he manipulated as a pawn in his former life's games, all in the name of the greater good, and her own. The anger is just a mask for what she really feels. Betrayal. She looks about to cry, and suddenly, they're back on Zaston 6, when she demanded he take her back to Perivale, away from her."I trusted you, Professor." Far above in the darkness of space a man and his dog sit restlessly on board a small transport ship rumbling slowly towards the blue orb called Earth.The undying man grunted as he slammed into the wall of what was essentially a cell, the dog remained still.He was surrounded by aliens of every kind and kin, graske, adipose, Raxacoricofallapatorians and many others Jack couldn't quite place.A large dining area mostly consisting of a large rectangular table and dirty metal waited outside the door of the cube in which he sat, waiting to arrive.She ship shuddered to a halt, Jack's eyes shot to the warning light but it hadn't lit up. The ship hadn't meant to stop.The lights when dark and he heard the others begin to roar "what's going on? Who turned out the lights?!"Jack stood preparing to race towards the Captain's cockpit when his whole world disappeared.When his vision refocus he saw K-9 was still with him and that from the view outside the ornate and large window to his left he had somehow arrived where he had intended, inner city London. He realised he was high up in one of the taller buildings.He turned to search the rest of the large office when he saw it...Or more appropriately, them...A black suited man, young as far as he could tell stood with his back turned to him but the man could be a 51st century super model and it wouldn't have mattered to Jack in that moment.She was impossible...Bound by the hands in feet in a large advanced looking ring device, she hung on the wall, like an ornament, a trophy, robed in a simple white gown, the impossible girl.Rose...The spoke, coldly, but somehow Jack knew he had heard the voice before, somewhere "I plucked you from space, child of time, undying man... do you like the world I have made while you were away?" *********************Elsewhere******************** *******Alec Winter had never lived an extremely exceptional lives, but only in his eyes.He had fought in wars where he knew his mind was his greatest weapon.He had defended the Earth against the myriad monsters of the deep, dark space between stars.He had stood with Unit when twenty six planets stood in the sky and when when every person on the planet had become some blond uppity british guy that from the security tapes he had looked over seemed a bit full of himself.So it was no surprise he felt a little put down to be on Tardis duty.U.N.I.T. you see always has someone to investigate reports of the Doctor to ensure when he arrives U.N.I.T. is there to assist.Obviously this system isn't usually effective so it came to be seen as the worst assignment available but the brigadier seemed to think otherwise when he assigned people, when pressed he always said "One day someone will get lucky and they'll thank me for it."Alec Winter didn't know he'd be that person.A small blip appeared on the screen, the first blip Alec had seen in days. Security footage showed the box, blurry, in a back alley. Probably nothing he thought.He grabbed his coat, he had to investigate or he'd be reprimanded; at least he got a U.N.I.T. car.Some times Alec Winter hated his job... The Doctor"I trusted you, professor..." What did you say to a statement like that? Five choices. Mocking, Ignoring, Consoling, Confiding or Jovial. Mocking seems a little too suicidal for a guy that has to watch his regenerations. I don't have that many left. Ignoring just puts the problem off for another day: Best to get things over with. Ideally before she goes for a bat. So, console her, confide in her, or try and make her laugh? No time to find a three sided coin to flip. I'll go for the middle one."I fought a war since you left. Felt kind of weird, fighting Daleks without a ready supply of Nitro-9."Wait, wait, wait. That was jovial! It started as confiding and ended up as jovial! This me must be a scatterbrain, there's no other word for it..."People change, Ace. You grew up and I grew weird. Tch, still not ginger though - Romana was right, I should have studied harder back on Gallifrey."Serious! I can do serious! One last try..."What I am trying to say is... sometimes relationships, personal, professional or otherwise, just go wrong. You don't get anywhere by ignoring the fact that things just aren't working anymore. The only cure is time. Now, I can't speak for you... but I've had more than enough time..."Slowly, cautiously, the Doctor extends his right hand to Ace. Hopefully, this won't result in further violence. Alec took his coat and checked his hat as he left the room. U.N.I.T. had a reputation for maintaining a certain standard of appearance, even when pursuing extra-terrestrial threats and possible sightings of alien professors.Alec strode purposefully to his U.N.I.T. issue car and spent a second, it was only a second these days making sure he got in on the right side of the car. Once he was in, he was fully in what he liked to think of as "British Driving Mode" navigating from the right side and following all the traffic signs. It wasn't as fun as "Autoban/autostrada Driving Mode" or the sheer terror-inducing adrenaline rush that was "Iraqi Driving Mode" but it was part of this assignment and a definite part of daily life in U.N.I.T.Alec double checked his GPS coordinates and set out. He'd been making forays out into the area, driving every day to build up his knowledge of the streets and felt comfortable that he could find the location. He knew he'd never navigate it like a local but he was learning, one wrong turn at a time.He'd grown up in the rolling hills of the southeastern U.S. and his confidence in his driving had been shaped by years of strange places and stranger street names.He set the two way radio to scan and muttered quietly, "Alright Doctor, let's check this blip on the radar and see what's what." Jack stares aghast at Rose,"W-what? The doctor said you were lost! You look good though, when am I? I'm guessing it's Earth, but when?"He looks around at the black suited man,"So who are you, and why do you have my friend strapped to your wall? Not that I'm not into that sort of thing occasionally, but there's a time and place."He mutters to K-9 next to him"You scanning anything important? Feel free to chime in." And just as slowly, Ace puts her hand in it. "I missed you, Professor. And sorry for being so angry, but you let her justdieand..." Wiping away tears that she would never admit to shedding, Ace looks at the Doctor once more, now calm, and smiles."You used my Nitro-9 in a war? And after all those lectures about me making it! You hypocrite!" There's laughter and mischief in her eyes, and the Doctor can feel their old relationship coming back again. It's shaky, and there are potholes of old wounds and misspoke words, but it's there. And the Doctor can't help but smile a little back. ******************Ace's estate***********************As Alec winter comes around the corner his breath catches in his throat, behind an arguing couple, who he must admit look like a very odd pair standsTHEPolice box.He notices a few Pep-es rush off into the sky towards Leavyard inc. HQ which he passes everyday to get to work.******************Unknown Office*********************"This woman is not who or for that matter what you think she is, but your concern is most admirable."He holds out a silver pocket watch with a chain like a necklace and places it around the Rose's neck."I am the CEO of Leavyard Inc. and this woman is here so that you will bring your Doctor to save her.You notice this Rose seems injured and unconsious.Spoiler Hide Jack was on a spacestation in the modern day so its 2010 January 26th, you can tell this because he meets midshipman Frame in the End of Time who exists in the present so he musnt have time travelled since he left Torchwood. K-9 detects Timelord level Tech. You can't make out the man's face or even where you recognise his voice from. The even more run down K-9 Mk III slowly turned, looking over the room and those within it. Its systems could not identify either the man in the black suit or the young woman, but this had come to often be the case. Its memory was lacking ever since it was brought back online by Torchwood, who had investigated the explosion at Deffry Vale School and found K-9, or rather what was left of it.They had managed to build it, but even K-9, with a simple self-diagnostic, knew that it was only running at 70% efficiency. Its tri-sec bus-driver had corrosion in its circuits and its UART had been suffering from intermittent framing errors. Its integrated holographic memory, quicker and better than any human's, did not appear to be particularly damaged, and yet much of K-9's nontechnical data had been lost, perhaps a side effect of its less than perfect repairs.The master spoke and K-9 immediately obeyed, making use of its damaged, but still very sophisticated, sensors, before 'chiming' in, "Master, I am detecting highly sophisticated, temporally advanced, technology. Possibly Gallifreyan in origin." Alec approaches the couple racking his brain for descriptions of the Doctor and any known associates. It wasn't the reporter, Sarah Jane Smith of that he was sure. He'd seen her picture in enough files to know. This woman was younger and looked a bit, well volatile. Best to approach with polite efficiency here. In Britain there was a definite hierarchy and the military seemed to end up lumped in with Civil Servants, functionaries to the higher class. Since he could be sure who he was dealing with best go for the old standard: Southern Charm.He took a minute to make sure he looked official and then approached the couple who seemed to be shaking hands now.Waiting for a pause between the two Winter puts on his best smile as he steps forward."Excuse me, my name is Sergeant Winter and I need to ask you some questions about this police call box."He produces a pen and note pad. "I'd like to start with your names, if I could." Ace raises an eyebrow at the newcomer. Having worked with UNIT previously, during and after her years spent with the Doctor, she knows all about monitor duty. Plus, somebody actually noticing the TARDIS was a rarity in itself; that perception filter was pretty strong."TARDIS duty doesn't seem like a waste of time anymore, does it?" Well, there goes that cover story. Plan: Reporters, the day is not ours!"This, of course, is one of the primary functions of UNIT: Denying me any semblance of a social life by keeping me from ever finishing a conversation. I must say you're performing admirably!" A quickly flashed grin, and the hand that hadn't been extended to Ace executed a shoulder-clap on the soldier. "Well, since you're here you can give us a lift. To the Leavyard, Inc offices, specifically. The TARDIS looks even more weird than usual if you try and drive it through the suburbs."Through liberal use of the hand on the soldier's shoulder, the Doctor attempts to get him moving back in the direction of his car. As the soldier is (hopefully) moving off, the Doctor takes the opportunity to whisper to Ace "I had to use your stocks up on *something*. It was dangerous, leaving explosives sitting around in the spare room!" Eyes widening at K-9's statement, "Wait, so if that's not actually Rose, why would I get the doctor to come save her? I mean this really does seem like a trap.. besides what makes you think I can even contact him?"he folds his arms into his coat and attempts to inconspicuously grab his pistol,"And who are you anyway? I usually don't forget a face, and I've seen yours somewhere before." *****************Leavyard Inc. Offices***********************Its too dark for Jack to make out his features but Jack gets the odd feeling like it's not really as dark as it seems."The Doctor and I... We go very far back; I was there at the gates of Illysium when he tried to save Davros; I was an aid to Rassilon. Tell him one more thing and I could have a Dalek armada pointed at this building and he would come for this woman."He turns and Jack can see his face but Jack realises what he seems, or for that matter can't see; the man is young and thin, brown hair. He wears a black suit with a black shirt and black tie but Jack can't see his face...Jack has seen perception filters before but never one so powerful; he knows he knows the face from somewhere but he can't place it, it could be his own and he wouldn't know. Invisibility he had seen but this was something else, his brain simply couldn't comprehend this man's identity."Tell him that I was with Rassilon when he dethroned the last high president at the gates of Illysium after Davros flew the Crucible into the Nightmare Child. Tell him to come for her, tell him he shouldn't keep this president waiting."He steps forward standing in front of his engraved mahogany desk"When he stands above you, tell him the Could have been King waits for him."Toclafane begin to surround Jack and K-9 and back you against the window. "Well, if you had just let me develop that preservative, that wouldn't be a problem. Just because I nearly blew up the console room once...twice...five times doesn't mean that it was too dangerous to continue."Ace follows the Doctor into the car. Just like old times. Spoiler Hide I'm assuming for the sake of moving the story along that Alec Winter agrees to Drive you to the HQ **************************Leavyard HQ**********************"They're coming Jack, He's coming! So be a good little human and tell him what I've told you."He reaches into his suit and removes a small black and silver tube, a blue light buzzes at the end pointed towards Jack and the windows behind him slide away.He raises the screwdriver and points it towards the ceiling when it buzzes again, the stereo system begining to ring with 'Don't stop me now', With a look of glee on his face Leavyard roars to the Toclafane while never looking away from Jack"ALLONS-Y MES AMIS!The Toclafane race towards Jack and K-9, blasting Jack till he falls out the window dead, another two slam to either side of K-9, holding him in place.******************Outside Leavyard Inc. HQ*******************The three odd companions step out of the black BMW right outside the front entrance of the Leavyard HQ.A moment later with a thud a man hits the ground in front of them. He seems dead, to all except the Doctor at least who recoqnises him immediately.Another moment later before anyone can react a robot Dog hovers slowly to the ground, unharmed.People nearby scatter, running with their Pep-e from the scene. Originally Posted by industrious Ace raises an eyebrow at the newcomer. "TARDIS duty doesn't seem like a waste of time anymore, does it?" Alec smiles at her briefly before the Doctor takes his hand and begins to maneuver him towards the car."No, no it doesn't. Since we're discussing explosives, does that make you Dorothy aka Ace?"As they reach the car, Alec moves along willingly and even opens the passenger doors for the pair before moving to the driver's side. After all there were scant records of the Doctor showing up just take in a movie or have a pint."Well Doctor, all U.N.I.T. agents are instructed to keep you busy," he says with a wry smile as he starts the car. "We're afraid that if you were to take up knitting the earth might fall into the hands of cyborgs or giant alien plants. However, since I am to keep you busy, I'd be happy to drive you to Leavyard, Inc. Is there any chance you could fill me in as to why on the way?" As the spherical creatures closed in, K-9 moved to protect the master. Its photon laser beam, perhaps once deadly could now only fire in stun mode. It fired several blasts with little effect before two of the Toclafane caught it and fired upon Jack.The master fell out of the window, and K-9 followed after him. Hovering slowly to the ground, it seemed to ignore the three who were standing nearby, rolling over to the apparently dead man, its ear probes rotating back and forth. At first, the sensors picked up nothing, and considering the height from which he fell that was not surprising."Sensors detect steadily increasing life signs. I am glad that you have not been permanently disabled, master." Ace slaps Alec. Hard. "Never. Call. Me. That. Name. Again. I'm Ace. Got it?"Seeing the dead body fall from the building, Ace runs over the Jack's corpse. "Professor! He's dead..." There's a sharp intake of breath as Jack's eye's snap open."I really wish I had a doctor.."he groans as he sits up and looks around. Looking at the BMW,"Hmm, I was aiming for the car, well you win some you lose some,"he turns and seems to notice Ace for the first time,"Oh, why hello there,"He extends his hand,"Captain Jack Harkness." Ace grins at the man's friendly demeanor, apparently taking it in stride that he just came back to life. Inwardly, she's more than a little panicked, but she had learned how to mask her reactions. At least, mask her reactions when they weren't caused by the Doctor. Taking his hand, she replies "I'm Ace."Then, her smile grows even wider. "And you're barking up the wrong tree, Captain." As the master and the female spoke, K-9 turned its attention towards her, sensors detecting nothing immediately unusual about her, "Master, the human female struck one of the two males accompanying her while you were unconscious. Possibly volatile. Suggest caution." Jack frowns slightly, looking from Ace to K-9,"Very well then,"Standing back up he looks at the other two and in the same friendly tone,"Hi, Captain Jack Harkness, and you are?" plainly not recognising the doctor's new regeneration. Alec managed to get an arm up and partly block Ace's hit. Dealing with the unstable was probably covered in the job description so he confined his response to"Understood."When the body landed Alec caught himself thinking'Oh crap! They really do bounce.'Alec fought down his own revulsion and then bit his lip in surprise as the man sat up.'I may be in over my head,'was his next thought followed closely by 'Close your stupid mouth and stop staring like idiot. This sort of thing probably happened all the time when Harry Sullivan was around. Just be cool.'Alec moves to one side as the man stands up, deciding to stay quiet for the moment and let everyone else talk to see what information he could glean. As Captain Harkness fell from the sky in front of him, the Doctor was studiously studying the section of the building he'd falled from - trying to work out the floor and building section so he could find his way back there later.It was only when Jack sat up and tried charming Ace that the Doctor actually spoke. "Don't say that, Ace! If you tell him he's barking up the wrong tree he'll just go after one of us!" Slight pause as he finally glanced down at Jack. "Immortality still holding, I see. Jack, this is Ace, one of those who came before you. Ace, this is Jack, one of those who came after you. Several times. I'm sure he'll tell you the story one day if you ask nicely and kindly remove your spare detonators from his room." A quick wink at the pair of them before the Doctor turned to the soldier."Well, I was originally planning to walk in, have a look around, talk to a few people. That probably isn't going to work with the walking corpse in tow, and K9's conspicuous as ever" he patted the robot dog's head, almost absentmindedly "so I propose what we do instead is get Jack here to somewhere he's not being watched, and then Ace and I come back later to poke about inside." Jack looks back and forth between Ace and the Doctor in confusion, "One who came before? Wait, do I know you? I'm sure I'd remember if I came after you many times.. wait.."Comprehension slowly dawns,if he knows about him, and about K-9 then he must be the Doctor, his must be what that man meant by "He is coming.""Doctor? is that you?"At the walking corpse comment he looks offended,"Hey if this is the body of a dead man, then I think a lot of people I know need counselling."He looks up at the Toclaphane circling in the sky, and to where he was uncerimoniously dumped out th window,"Actually I'm pretty sure you're already expected, and whoever is in charge of this Leavyard Inc is an old acquaintance of yours I think, he had a perception filter over his face, but he seemed really familiar.." Originally Posted by whoiam "Well, I was originally planning to walk in, have a look around, talk to a few people. That probably isn't going to work with the walking corpse in tow, and K9's conspicuous as ever" he patted the robot dog's head, almost absentmindedly "so I propose what we do instead is get Jack here to somewhere he's not being watched, and then Ace and I come back later to poke about inside." Alec nods and produces his cell phone."All right. Let me report in and then we'll see what we can do." As Jack and the Doctor begin to talk about filters Alec feels sure he's in over head and a thrill of excitement runs through him.'This is how the world gets saved. It's happened dozens of times and this time I'm a part of it. However small a part.' K-9's antennae tail wagged up and down, its ear-probes rotating back and forth as it was pat on the head by the unfamiliar man,"Unrecognized. I can find no records in my memory banks regarding this individual. Please be specific, master. Doctor who?" "You must have died more times than I have by now!" was the Doctor's first response to Jack's quip. But then the more serious part caught up with his mouth. "The Master, probably."Where had that come from? Even the Doctor had to pause a moment until the reasoning registered. "He knows the Toclafane, he's fond of perception filters, and he and I are about the only beings left in the Universe that could create a powerful enough Paradox Machine to let them interact with Earth back in this era. Plus he 'disappeared' the last time I ran across him, and he holds the Universal Championship for not dying when he should do."Now, on to lighter topics. After all, you couldn't be all doom and gloom all of the time. "Just the Doctor, K-9. Just the Doctor. Unless you make a habit of wearing a backpack full of explosives, in which case you can call me Professor just like Ace does." A truly impish smile flashed in the girl's direction after that comment."I've been a Professor once or twice, " the Doctor mused to himself as he went for the front passenger's side door to the UNIT car. "Just remembering the first year's education from Gallifrey would get you a cushy job in Cambridge's Theoretical Physics department." "I'm not carrying a backpack now, Professor." It's true; Ace's long-suffering backpack, which the Doctor had made bigger on the inside after the fifteenth time she had asked, wasn't on her. Though judging from the bulging messenger bag she was carrying, it hadn't stopped her from cramming as much Nitro-9 she could with her whenever she could get away with it. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be any room for a baseball bat. Jack falls in step with the Doctor,"The Master? Maybe, but I got the impression it was someone new, he called himself the Could Have Been King." Alec hears a scrambling on the other end of the phone as several higher ups all vie for the position of his contact at UNIT, eventually an older sounding man answers and simply says;"Stick with him, keep him safe, keep Earth safe, UNIT is ready if you need backup."After a salute the man hangs up.The 'Pep-e' circle above the building like vultures but remain non hostile, none making a motion towards the group. Alec snaps the phone closed and moves toward the Doctor."What's our next step, Doctor?" "Like I said - somewhere safe. They know Jack and K-9 and the Could Have Been King will probably be able to recognise me regardless of face... Ace and Sergeant Winter he may not know, and even if he's scanning for Time Lords or related technology... the two of you won't be carrying any when you come back tonight to have a look around, will you? I'm sure Jack's still got access to Torchwood's files somehow or other, and it would be good to pick through them, see what they know. Same with anything UNIT has that might be relevant. And me... I might get the ol' screwdriver out, see what I can do to fix K-9's head. Then start repairing the TARDIS." Jack is able to access some back up files on Leavyard from before he took over Torchwood while Alec is able to requisition, very easily, the U.N.I.T. files on Leavyard and the Pep-Es.Spoiler Hide I PMed the appropriate people with the info in the files. If the Doctor would like to restore some of K-9's memory, noting he possesses all previous units memories sealed away in his head, then he must first have a specific event or time in mind to try and repair it. Difficulty 18. Roll: 2d6+13 Going montage style just describe what you're doing between the day and when you come back to Leavyard HQ to brake in. Don't forget to roll if you do something you can fail at Otherwise montage within reason. The Tardis is currently in ruins but no more fire it has very slowly begun to reform and the metal of the ground is now green and copper coloured. Alec arranges a time to meet up with Ace at a coffee shop near Leavyard Inc where they can move in for a raid. He preps himself with some dark practical clothes, nothing to grab attention while out and about but something that will blend into the dark and possibly be mistaken for a technician. Dark pants and shirt, dark coat, work boots, hat whatever he can put together.Additionally he checks to see where there might be cameras that can be avoided and if he can find a building schematic on record. He composes a carefully worded report to his superiors that indicates he will be investigating but does not mention breaking and entering, no point creating a paper trail.He takes a collapsible baton, no real threat to Toclafane but better than being empty handed.He arrives early at the coffee shop and orders while he waits on Ace. After Alec and Ace arrange a rendez-vous, Ace returns to her small flat. Once there, she opens her wardrobe to find a very familiar leather jacket hanging from its hooks, decorated with an obscene number of badges, pins, and patches. Staring at it for a moment, she closes the closet door, before heading to a small room that might have been a guest room at one point, but was now a makeshift chemical lab. Without looking, she prepares a new batch of Nitro-9; her motions are mechanical, formed of habit.She really isn't seeing what's in front of her. She's remembering the events that lead her to leave the Professor. She had been happy, and he...he let her die. To save her world. But he didn't even tell her beforehand. Gordon Bennett, she had been in love! Tears trickle down the young woman's eyes as her hands perform the task at hand. When Ace arrives at the coffee shop, Alec stands and waits on her to be seated."Do you want anything? I had friends who could never eat before a mission without getting sick but I've always been just the opposite. Give me coffee and pastries before." He pauses and looks around to make sure no one else is paying attention to them."Have you done this sort of thing often?" Wiping her eyes, and wearing a leather jacket with far too much assorted miscellanea on it, Ace smiles at Alec before ordering a lemonade."I used to. Travel with him, I mean. I even worked with UNIT a few times." She pauses. "I also took a few things from the Buckingham Palace one time. It was an emergency; Cybermen and the Fourth Reich." "New regeneration looks good, still not ginger I see,"Jack says as he follows the doctor back to the Tardis,"Ok, so the Torchwood Hub's been blown up, long story, long, sad story. But the database is still mostly intact, a lot of the data we'd gathered was lost, but there's still a fair piece of it there."He brings up the Torchwood files using the monitor in the Tardis,"What little I can gather says that Leavyard's been around since about 1991 in Cardiff of all places, we started investigating it after receiving some unusual particle emissions, possible due to the rift. Apparently it began as a fund, buying land rich in oil and raking in the profits. We never did find out who was at the top, but whoever it was was very interested in high-end tech, they hired an unusual amount of Ex-Unit scientists. Up until 2004 the fund acted primarily as a figure head, it then began its own major research division instead of the smaller projects it had worked on before. Pep-Es are the first product made directly by Leavyard."Jack sighs and turns to the Doctor, "Look I didn't quite give you the whole spiel he gave me, and I could swear he had Rose in there, but he said it wasn't who I thought it was, and that I was to get you to go save her. K-9 could you play back everything the CEO said?" Originally Posted by industrious Wiping her eyes, and wearing a leather jacket with far too much assorted miscellanea on it, Ace smiles at Alec before ordering a lemonade. "I used to. Travel with him, I mean. I even worked with UNIT a few times." She pauses. "I also took a few things from the Buckingham Palace one time. It was an emergency; Cybermen and the Fourth Reich." Alec manages to avoid spraying coffee but only just."Buckingham Palace, really."He shakes his head."I guess that one never made it into a U.N.I.T. report. I jumped at the chance to be here, just for the chance that maybe I'd be one of the ones who saved the world. I wasn't exactly sure what I was getting into but after I read through the reports, well I guess I was hooked. Are you ready?" For a moment, Ace looks tired. "Of course I'm ready." Standing up, ready to go, she puts her hand on Alec's forearm. "And you will. Save the world. Many, many times. But when you work with the Doctor, the most important things, the bigger and better things, they come second." Originally Posted by industrious But when you work with the Doctor, the most important things, the bigger and better things, they come second." Alec leaves some money on the table as they depart. He starts to nod and then puzzled asks,"Like what?" Her shoulders slump for a moment, and she caresses her ring finger, absently. Ace's eyes fade into the distance, looking down Time's corridors. "Love." K-9 followed after the Doctor and Jack, wheeling up into the Tardis and listening to the conversation. The man known as the Doctor had made mention of it, perhaps its memory. That, in particular, was of interest to K-9 who, ever since being rebuilt, was often troubled by its severely lacking memory."Affirmative, master," K-9's ears wagged, beginning to play back the conversation from start to finish. "Time locks, it turns out, are far more effective at keeping things out than keeping things in. Sometimes I hate temporal mechanics. Anyway, to business. K-9, I'm going to plug you into one of the less-dead TARDIS consoles, see if I can get a look at this not-Rose of theirs. Not that it makes any difference, of course - I'd be going after this one even without a hostage - but I may need some warning to prepare my pre-and-post-rescue one-liners. Can't let the side down in the wit department, can I?"First the Doctor would be giving K-9's innards a quick once over. He made no attempt to restore past memories - he was simply checking the memory would be reliable from now on. Once he was finished with that he would graduate to attempting to extract a video stream. Alec can sense the conflict within Ace and decides not to push her. They've only just met and she seemed to have some trust issues and, likely, some aggression issues. She had a straight forward demeanor that he liked in his friends.Following her out to the street, Alec nods to Leavyard."Ready then?" ************Outside Leavyard HQ*******************************Alec and Ace can see the main entrance has been sealed, but through the bullet proof glass door is a large open reception area.To the left side of the building they can see the loading dock down at the end of an long alley. A forklift is lifting celephane covered cubes of stacked smaller cubes, most likely the packaging for thePep-Eunits from a large storage area within the building itself into the back of a large Leavyard Inc. truck. The large entrance means the two can easily see into the dockage area in the storage space that the forklift is passing in and out of.************TARDIS************************************Seeing as the the memory unit appeared reliable the Doctor displayed the holographic memory.He sees the events play out of front of him with little noticeable difference till the man places the necklace pocket watch on the Rose's neck.Even in the hologram the Doctor can see the meaning behind what others would see as random circles . . .Spoiler Hide R O M A N A The man's face is static as K-9 was affected by the perception filter but the Doctor can tell that it is not the Master unless he has both escaped the Time-Lock and regenerated.Then he hears the phase that should chill him mostALLONS-Y. In the silence that follows the playback:"So Doctor, any idea who we're up against? They did seem familiar, but the only person we've faced with Timelord technology has been the Master.." Alec nods toward the building's loading zone."I have an idea that might get us in. What do you think of posing as electricians? Place like this would have tons of electrical boxes and wires and likely wouldn't tolerate any downtime. I'm thinking we're here to repair some bad connections to save the billing server and the executive suite. In the U.S. that'd get in just about anywhere because nobody wants to lose a dollar, I've never tried it here though." "Too complicated. And we couldn't pass as inspectors in these clothes. Now, let me introduce you to the most wonderful, useful stuff on the face of the planet. It's a special chemical compound that I invented myself; I call it Nitro-9..."Taking out a canister, Ace plants it so that the forklift operator would hear and feel the explosion, but not actually be harmed by it. Pulling the timer, she sprints back as far away as possible. "The Professor always gets mad when I do this. I think he's just jealous that he didn't invent it first." Alec follows Ace back away from the her project."Umm, what exactly is Nitro-9?"He cuts off and his eyes widen he slips into his favorite britishism."Bloody hell." The explosion leaves him pale and wide eyed and for at least a second, he seems to be somewhere else, seeing something else. The fork lift operator stumbles out of his machine in terror, stumbling away. Within moments a horde of Pep-Es descend on the scene. They scan the area before rising to circle the building again.A single Pep-E doozes the flame before departing back into the building, the forklift operator does not return within the minute or so that that takes place. Alec has a thin sheen of perspiration on his forehead which he quickly wipes away."I'm not fond of explosions. Too many car bombs once upon a time."He nods at the door,"Let's go while things are quiet." In the storage area you see packaged Pep-Es in the dim lighting but little else a door near the far left corner of the large concrete room seems to connect to one of the buildings main stair cases.To the right in the middle of the wall is a small ventilation shaft like tube, roughly the size of a Pep-E.Another door on the south wall seems to connect to a long corridor that branches off at a T junction where the hall meets an elevator.The lights are dim and the storage room seems devoid of either Pep-E or Humans. "Oooh, he's not the only one. Still, if you want the truth, that recording appears to feature a pair of Time Lords. Firstly, the captive - a youngish Time Lady that seems to be going by the name of Romanadvoratrelundar. Secondly, the captor - an oldish Time Lord by the name of The Valeyard." Hey, if his evil last incarnation already had a name, and he appeared to be dealing with an evil incarnation of himself, he may as well use it. "I certainly hope I've got the right man. If I have, I can walk right up to him and say hi and be none the worse for the experience - he won't want to risk doing anything to me while we're an endangered species." Or ever, because killing your past self screws up your timeline, big time....Unless being killed by me is what turned me evil in the first place......Still, nice to see Romana again. Hope she still likes running away from things. She may need to do a lot of it tomorrow... Looking left and right as they make their way in, Alec is hoping to spot any cameras that might be about. He's also hoping to see something that would stop up the Pep-E's tube. He pulls his cap down and moves purposefully toward the staircase."Let's see what we can find, shall we?" "Right. You need some thicker nerves mate." Following his lead, Ace scans the area. "If we want to go up, we should take the stairs. When you're dealing with advanced technology, lifts are never a good idea." "Well, when I start sleeping through the night without seeing the aftermath of a roadside bomb, maybe...'til then let's see if we can stop any Pep-E coming out after us."He scans the floor for a trash can, thinking a round metal can would be perfect to jam into the chute. You pass a few trashcans as you move up the stairs but they are afixed to the wall. The doors you pass seem to connect to large office spaces but are largely deserted.Too empty; you begin to feel it might be a trap.The stairs seems to rise all the way up to the top floor where Jack fell from. "Tell me Ace, do you get used to feeling like there's a large target on your back when you work with the Doctor or is it always a creepy sense of being watched by someone with delusions of grandeur? I mean really who thinks up plots to take over the world? That's one huge ego." The young woman smiles. "Yes." She continues searching for a moment, letting Alec stew for a moment before elaborating. "The feeling never goes away, but you do get somewhat used to it. I mean, according to the Doctor, taking over the Earth is child's play. So you see universal threats, eldritch abominations(the girl shudders for a second), and Daleks. They get their own category." As you make you're way up the stairs, doing nothing noticeably different you begin to hear the alarm go off. Farther up the building then on every floor, ringing out in repetition.Through the windows of the office spaces you see the Pep-Es race to higher up the building. Looking up, Alec turns to Ace,"Well, then forward or should we try to find a main frame to raid while they are busy upstairs?" "I was born in the seventies; computers really aren't my strong suit. Unless you've got any familiarity with them we best be moving forward." "As it happens computers are my specialty."He gestures to a flash drive on a lanyard around his neck."I've got about 4 gigs of storage space if you think it would be more worthwhile. I don't know enough about what we're up against to guess without more information." "I lived in an era when they couldn't pronounce that prefix correctly. It's all up to you. I'll just blow it up afterwords." "This smells like trap, let's try to find a way out of it and get me to a main frame."Alec says as he reverses direction and begins looking for an office or maybe a server hub. Alec sees that many of the doors on stairwell lead off to office areas filled with computers. He doesn't see any indication of the direction of the server hub as the alarms continue to blare. Alec heads immediately to one of the computers and loads up his flash drive. He begins searching for any files or information and loading it as quickly as possible. He has a few generic passwords in mind and a few ideas of how to override any he find, he just hopes they will be enough."Keep an eye on the door will you? I want to make sure we have a way out. Hopefully, I'll find something useful." At first Alec makes decent progress, getting a full building schematic and a program able to track the Toclafane but he comes up against a security system he can't circumvent when he attempts to access something called Project Wonderland. Ace leans over Alec's shoulder, forsaking her post guarding the door. "What did you get? Anything worth me not blowing the whole place up?" "Maybe. There's a file here called Project Wonderland that I can't hack. I've got quite a bit so let's take it and run and then look it over from somewhere safe. There's program that should track the Toclafaine and that has real promise all on it's own."Alec quickly disconnects and begins looking for the best way out. As you push open the door on to the stairwell you see a blonde young woman freeze at the top of the stairwell, from her black clothing and backpack you can guess she was the cause of the disturbance higher up.She stares at Alec mainly for a moment before a large grin crossed her face"Alec! What are you doing here?!?"She screams running down to him and catching him in an embrace.She leans back for a moment and gives him a perplexed look"no scar? younger? UNIT equipment?"As if she noticed the alarm bell again she grabs Alec's hand and made to run down the stair well"You can tell me when we are later, right now we have to run!"With that she tries to pull Alec after her and motions Ace to follow, racing out the way the duo came in. Alec follows along, glancing back at Ace, he shrugs with an I don't know either gesture."I'm sorry but where are we going and what was your name and how worried should I be about this scar I don't have yet?" "Well firstly I was thinking get outside then wherever you and my... the Doctor parked the Tardis."Then she froze for a moment when she realised what Alec's second question meant"you haven't met me yet... my name's Jenny. Oh god Father's going to give me a speech about crossing over my own time-line, AGAIN!"She smiles back at Alec at that"Trust me, it's just a scratch really, you should have... will see the other guy, now what he got was a scar!"She laughed as she raced to the bottom of the stairwell. Alec follows along."So what can you tell me without damaging the timeline? What are you looking for here?"Alec checks to make sure Ace is keeping up and that no one has spotted them yet. Hurrying to keep up with the two, Ace poses a question to the newcomer. "So I'm not with the Professor then? When you are?" "I was with you, Ace and the Doctor when Rose sent me here in the Tardis before I could figure out where I was the Tardis disappeared. I was actually following you when the timey-wimey detector went haywire and I went to investigate."At this point you've all reached the exit and Jenny motions for Alec and Ace to lead the way to the Tardis."Sorry Ace, you always say that I give Alec too much attention, or is that will say. Of course your with him, mom and him would be dead by now if. . ."Jenny is cut off by a Pep-E firing on a nearby car and causing it to explode.Doctor NOW Alec! Rose is in touble!"Jenny grabs Alec's arms and motions for him to lead her to the Doctor. Seeing that Alec was still processing the development, Ace quickly takes charge, and pulls the three of them into the TARDIS."Oy, Professor! We're back! With your daughter! And I didn't blow anything up this time!" Jenny recognising her father runs over and hugs him with a smile on her face before than hugging Jack as well and patting K-9 on the head. "Daughter? I had a daughter, but she's long go" Glancing up to see what the Human had dragged in, "OH! It's you! Hello, you." A bright smile as he stepped away from the images of K-9's memory on the screen. "I could have sworn I buried you." Cheery tone that didn't match the content of the words, but Jenny was probably too busy receiving or dodging a bear-hug to wonder about the dissonance. "Still, if I don't tend to stay dead, why should you? Just so long as you don't make this whole returning-from-death thing a habit. A dozen times is fine, but any more than that and you're going to turn into another Master. Just the one of them is more than enough for a single Universe, especially when it relies on Charged Vacuum Emboitments for it's survival..." K-9's projected memory shut off as the Doctor stepped away, and it turned to meet the new face. Met with a pet, it wagged its ears and tail,"Binary vascular system detected. Greetings, Mistress. I am K-9, at your service." Jenny smiles"I still had enough regenerative energy to heal, I'll explain better later and nice to meet you K-9."She hugged the Doctor again realising it was the first time the Doctor had seen her alive since her apparent death."We have to go back to Leavyard! Rose is trapped in one of the offices! We have to save her!" Alec offers his flash drive to the Doctor."I've copied what I could from their mainframe."He stops and looks around."I have no idea if you could even read technology that must be primitive by your standards but there could be something useful. Of course there could be all sorts of viruses here to infect the Tardis. This whole thing is a trap and I could have been given this information as a way to lure us in deeper but if I overthink this anymore I'm going to get a migraine so here's the information what do we do with it." "That's odd - Rose, you say? Besides the obvious question of how you'd know someone who got stuck in an alternate universe without the ability to time travel - or ever having met you - K-9's memory bank seems to indicate a less...human... captive. Who was also somewhat... inaccessable... the last time I checked."Sitting on the TARDIS console, the Doctor takes the USB stick from Alec. "Alright, some explanations. First up, identities. Everyone, this is Jenny. She's what came out when I stuck my hand into an odd variation on the theme of a cloning machine. Not much of a childhood, but the result could definitely be worse. The lady packing more explosives than a Demolitions Dalek is Ace, one of the chosen of Fenric and the only person to ever attack a Dalek with a bat and live. The man about to start humping random legs is called" here he put on a pirate accent, if only for the next couple of words "Cap'n Jack, and he's been a lot of things, most of them only until a mob formed to chase him on to the next career. Especially when that mob is full of Gas-Masked Zombies. The robot dog is named K-9. I'm not sure where Jack got him from, or even which one of them this one is, but it's nice to have one of them back at any rate. There's also soldier-boy, whom I do not yet know, but probably will later."Finally, a pause for breath!"Second up, the task ahead of us. There are three things we know of working against us right now: Firstly, the Toclafane. One of the most technologically advances species the Universe will ever see - mainly because they're the last species the Universe will ever see. Those little balls are what humanity turns into once the universe is too old to support squishy organic biologies. Congratulations, don't your great-great-grandchildren make you proud? Heavily armed and armoured little things, but they need a pretty powerful Paradox Machine to actually effect significant changes here - remember they are humanity's descendants, so cannot normally kill humans off in their past without ceasing to exist themselves.""The second foe we face is Leavyard. An anagram of Valeyard - a name that I doubt any of you would know, but one that means a lot to me. Specifically, it's the name of a future half-incarnation of myself - what I could become between the final regeneration and the final death. Like the Toclafane, my big weakness is that I can't meddle with previous versions of myself without a massive Paradox Machine on hand.""The third problem is that of the captive. Jenny here seems to think it's Rose. Of course, K-9's memory of her contains the name 'Romana' written on her effects, so I think there's at least some possibility Jenny might have gotten the captive's identity wrong. Either way, we'll find out when we catch up with her.""That only leaves the question of what we do from here. Personally, I wish my TARDIS was in better shape - time scanners would be a great help in checking for exactly the kind of Paradox Machine we need to be scared of. If there isn't one, then the Earth is pretty safe overall. If there is... well, Jack remembers what happened last time the Toclafane were combined with one.""So, actual actions. Number one: Soldier boy is going to get onto the phone back to UNIT, and he's going to have them send a truck around for us. We're going to load the TARDIS in the back, because the last thing I want is to have my future self 'borrow' it while I'm away. It should be safer with UNIT than sitting in a housing estate. When we're with UNIT, we're going to borrow a computer, pull out the network connections, and take a look at the files you 'recovered'. And then, ready or not, it is time to meet our futures..." "Hi there, Captain Jack Harkness, I'll only do the pirate accent if you ask me nicely,"Jack raises his eyebrows suggestively."As for K-9, found him in pieces at a school, Torchwood managed to piece him together enough that he could work himself out. I thought she was Rose too, but this Valeyard indicated that she wasn't what she seemed." Alec moves off to one side and produces his phone to call U.N.I.T. and get the Doctor a truck and the office prepared. He watches the others with interest. He'd studied file after file on the Doctor and he was curious to watch the people who made the earth safe at work. An entourage quickly arrives on the scene, blocks it off and loads the Tardis carefully with several high ranking officials trying to ensure the Doctor they will not tamper with it while it was left for them thinking he might not trust them so trying desperately to get on the hero's good side.The soldiers who before gave Alec little notice salute as he passes and shake his hand saying things like "job well done," and "wish I was you!" It seems that in a few hours he's become the talk of UNIT.As everyone of the Tardis crew get into a UNIT van Jenny takes the Doctor aside.Doctor:Spoiler Hide "There's something about the Rose I knew that you and the other's kept from me, I never found out before now. I know her from your future. . . you say she got trapped on a parallel world, Jack said that once, he never explained how she got back. You keep saying this isn't Rose but then who did I know? Who taught me how to knock out a sontaran? Who taught me about cricket? Who showed me the wonders that are Jelly babies?" Jenny stops, almost in tears and searches through her bag for something. She pulls out a audio tape and hands it to the Doctor "you told me I'd know when to give this to you, that UNIT would be here, and Alec, you said that it's for Betty and that UNIT would know where to find her. I think it's a message for you. . . from you. . ." When she finished she wiped a tear from her eye and took a seat beside Alec in the UNIT van with a hug to him and a smile. As the Van began to slowly move and shook as it passed over a pothole Jenny laughed and said"it's like Time Agent basic training all over again!" Jack perks up at this,"Wait you were a Time Agent?! The Doctor's daughter and a fellow Time Agent, I like you already."He gives Jenny a wink. Ace glares at Jack. "Don't you ever stop?"Thinking for a moment, she grins, and turns to the Doctor. "You're a bit more organized (and talkative) than you used to be, Professor. Remember when the Earth was going to be destroyed by Nemesis, and you forgot entirely about it?" She shudders. "And please don't mention Fenric again. It was bad enough the first time." Quietly, he replied to Jenny:Spoiler Hide "I am not sure who is in that building. She had a name on her things - Romana - which belongs to a Time Lord I travelled with, a time or two. K-9 did not get the best of views, so... well, I'm reserving judgement on her identity until I actually see her." The Doctor retreated into his own mind for a little while, but Cap'n Jack's actions quickly jolted him back out of it. "Leave it off, Jack." Dropping from a playful tone to a serious, pained, melodramatic one: "You do not know what it does to a man, to see someone he thought was a friend flirting with his daughter... Really tears you up inside, you know?"Beat pause.Back in his normal, slightly amused tone of voice: "I have got to stop picking soap-watchers as my company. Side note: I also need to wipe that room full of Coronation Street tapes Jackie made for Rose. That stuff's almost as dangerous as Ace's Nitro-9. Maybe I can use it to blow up Daleks as well..."A wide grin, pointed directly at Ace. "As I'm sure you've noticed, my mouth tends to run away with itself a little." Leaning in closer, he added a little more.Spoiler Hide "If you talk about something you know well enough, you can think about something more interesting as you do it. Like why I'd be deliberately trying to goad myself into a fight. Fascinating thought, no?" "Besides, I hadn't forgotten the Earth was in danger. I just assigned it a different level of priority to that the rest of you thought I should have. Then you insisted on reminding me, so I had to jump it to the top of the queue..." Alec had no clue what to make of Jenny, he had never met anyone who knew him but was a stranger. He decided it must be part of dealing with time travel and let his southern gentleman shine through. Jenny was obviously under stress and needed the comfort of a familiar face, even if he wasn't familiar with her."Time agent? That sounds fascinating. Can you tell me about it or would you have to kill me and my ancestors?" He quips with a wry grin. Ace can't look at the Doctor directly. Quietly, she whispers a rely back to him, stammering as she does so.Spoiler Hide You...you aren't mad, are you? The young woman looks back at Jenny. "So if you're from our future, then shouldn't we know what we're going to say? To you? Since otherwise there would be a paradox, if we messed up our lines?" Ace's comment only inspires a fast spurt of laughter from the Doctor. "Eccentric, my dear, Eccentric. If one has a posh enough accent, one is never mad." Dropping back down to a murmur, he continued:Spoiler Hide "But here: I'll point out two things that may well set your mind at ease on the subject of my mind: Firstly, I did know Nemesis prior to *your* meeting with it, and secondly, all these companions and foes from my past - with the exception of yourself - have been pretty deliberately brought into my path - and all given access to knowledge designed to bring me into a confrontation with Leavyard. Who, according to all available knowledge, is a later version of me. So what I said about goading myself? That is literally what is going on. My future self is trying to goad me, and I wish I knew why." Jenny goes quite for a moment, her smile weakening before she speaks"They asked me to do something. . . I couldn't; I lost two years of memories and they sent someone else to do the job instead. . . So I imprisoned him in a time loop for five years. . . Apart from trying to kill me John seemed pretty okay with it for some reason. . ." Her face grew red and she stared down at her hands ashamed, she began to lean into Alec but at the last second caught herself and pulled back. She smiled timidly at Jack and Alec"Do you remember me at all from the Time agency Jack? I don't remember much apart from basic training and my fall from grace?" Jack looks both surprised and a little sad,"I don't remember you exactly, but I was the reason John didn't mind the time loop so much.. and don't worry, he tries to kill everyone, it was probably nothing personal. I do know that apparently the Time Agency is gone now.."He stops talking and just stares into space remembering for a while.. If anything, Ace looks even more awkward and anxious, fidgeting in her seat and rolling her fingers, while her eyes dart here and there, but always avoiding the Doctor."Not...not that Professor. I don't think you're mad like that." She lowers her voice again.Spoiler Hide "Mad about...well...um...me...and...snapping...Jack...her." She manages to stammer out, mumbling the final fragment. The van rumbles to a stop and Jenny steps out first smiling at a UNIT soldier who helps her out. The UNIT soldiers have already unloaded the Tardis and seem to be moving it to a safe location. A few soldiers guard the gate and the main entrance to the large grey buildings in front of you.A woman, lean and pale, motions towards a nearby door and the buildings wall, at the end of a corridor seems to be the open door to the UNIT warroom of this facility, ready and waiting. Alec does his best to get all the entry protocols finished up quickly and then finds a secure and isolated computer terminal to open his files for study. He looks around for Jack or K-9."I wonder if K-9 might be able to sift through this data more quickly than any of us," he wonders aloud.He gestures to the corner of the office."Everything you need to make tea is over there as well as some cookies, er biscuits. There may even be a package of jelly babies. The Brigadier used to keep some around just in case." Seeing the jelly babies Jenny almost squels hugging Alec tightly"I love you!"she moves to kiss his cheek but catches herself at the last second and rushes over to the jelly babies her cheeks red. "My systems are more than capable of processing the data,"K-9 approached the computer terminal, the telescopic probe in its 'eyes' extending and connecting to one of the ports. The tin dog's ear probes begin to swivel as are opened and sorted through at a blistering pace,"The process was simple.""Security systems appear to be of Time Lord origin. No projects recorded use the necessary power for a Paradox Machine; it is possible Leavyard possesses a TARDIS,"K-9's eye probe lowered back to its original place and it turned around towards the others."Data makes mention of a 'Project Wonderland' but no additional information available. One of the larger research projects concern investigating a Rose Tyler, Earth human, parents Jacqueline Andrea Suzette Tyler and Peter Alan Tyler, Flat 48, Bucknall House, Powell Estate, South London, SE15 7GO-" An odd note of weariness in the Doctor's voice as he finally speaks up: (again): "Okay, okay, I'll admit: Balance of evidence indicates that they probably do have Rose hostage in there."Kinda a shame. I really could have done with another adult around here - who wasn't an evil future version of me, at any rate."Project Wonderland does not mean anything to me - yet. But we're going to find out. Now if you're all going to spend the rest of the mission flirting with my daughter, I'll be in the next room." Adding a note of fierceness to his voice to replace the earlier weariness "*with* the Jelly Babies. At least they still love me..."His walk over to the confectionary is interrupted only by a brief pause to pat K-9 on the head. "Good dog. Anything else in there?" The pat on the head was enough to send K-9's 'ears' twirling back and forth and its tail wagging up and down,"No, master. I could find no other useful information." Alec carefully avoids eye contact with the Doctor and instead begins scrolling through the files manually."I remember something about a program to track the Pep Es which could be very useful if we could figure out how it works and then we might have some idea what they were up to or at least where they were hiding." Leaving the Professor and Alec to go over the computer information and programs, Ace moves next to Jenny. Absently chewing on a jelly baby, she starts up a conversation."That must be embarrassing. He doesn't really know you, and now he knows the two of you are...together." Jenny turns to Ace and gives her a faint smile"We were. . ."her smile disappears for a moment as she wears her father's own trademark broken look before forcing back on the smile"but I'm happy for him, he's got so much to look forward to, like the time we first met. . . for me, and our first kiss. . . he's so lucky; so's Rose! Wait till you see her fly the Tardis, she almost makes my dad look bad! And she's the one who taught me how to use Time Lord telepathy! She was there when I met Mom for the first time!"At that Jenny started to sob as her glee turned to sadness, she moved closer to Ace to hide her tears from Alec. Ace puts her arms around the Time Lady, patting Jenny on the back. "There, there. It's going to be alright. It's going to be alright..." Holding her until she stops, Ace looks Jenny squarely in the eye, and grins. "So, what's your first meeting like? For him?" "John. . . he saved me from John. . . The first time I met him he saved my life with nothing more than a cheeky smile and that amasing human mind of his,"she laughed at that."But then Alec. . . oh listen to me dithering on about the Future, no time like the present!"She stops herself and forces a smiling face pulling a wrist mounted vortex manipulator from her bag she seemed to check was it alright. A series of lights looped and glowed bright red in the shape of an infinity symbol, obviously the device was active. Jenny quickly stowed it again.She pats Ace on the shoulder and motions towards the Doctor's direction"Now come on, Rose's two hearts will have stopped beating by the time we get to her at this rate." Seeing the other two getting up to leave, Alec gives up on finding the Pep-E locating program for the moment and shakes his head. He sets several thorough virus scans to run through the flash drive and makes sure the connection is isolated from the U.N.I.T. server then gets up in time to open the door for Ace and Jenny."Ladies first." "Ah, young love,"Jack looks at the vortex manipulator with interest,"That's a nice working vortex manipulator you've got there,"with a look to the Doctor,"I wish mine still worked, it's always broken for some reason." Alec raises his eyebrows at Jack."Since I grew up temporary deprived may I ask what exactly what is a vortex manipulator?" Jenny moves over to the Doctor and rests her hand on his shoulder"So Dad, what's the plan now? We have to save Rose, her hearts will have stopped if we don't hurry!"She says wiping away a few stray tears. Jack looks over at Alec, holding out his arm to show the wristband,"This is a vortex manipulator, it's a Time Agent's multipurpose ultra time-travelling, teleporting gizmo, except events keep conspiring to break mine,"He says, giving the doctor a mock-dirty look. "You really are confusing me now, you know that? Stop it. It's supposed to be my job to confuse the rest of *you*."Okay. If 'Rose' has two hearts, either someone built a reverse Chameleon Arch and put Rose through it, or Romana was actually cruel enough to take that on as a nick-nick-name. Wouldn't put it past her."Alright, plan, plan. Yes! Something simple will do it. I am... going to take Jack here... and I am going to take K-9... and I am going to walk into the Leavyard building and face what I hope is just crazy-future-me. The rest of you... Well, I'm sure you'll find something to do to keep yourself amused. Kids these days are always messing around, disabling substations and dropping cans of Nitro-9 on backup generators and the like..." Ace smiles at the mention of her favorite pastime."Which backup generator were you thinking of? With the Nitro I'm carrying, I should be able to cut off power to the building. Or just, you know, demolish it...you don't want me to do that, do you?" "Well we won't know if they've made any unadvertised modifications to the building but with the blueprints on file Ace and I should be able to find a way in to provide distraction support." He looks at Jenny with concern, "Are you up to going with Ace and me?" "Of course!"Jenny says beaming.Motioning to her Vortex manipulator"It's stored up enough energy to jump us within the building but I won't be able to take both groups, I can program in the coordinates and whoever has it will just have to press a button. One group can take it and get where they need to be immediatley while the other sneaks inside. Who's going to use it?" "You are. I don't intend to sneak. If I'm going to meet the guy in charge, I may as well just walk in the front."Which is why I'm taking the laser-cannon-equipped robot and the immortal soldier with me. Worst comes to the worst, I *know* Captain Jack'll stop Toclafane weapons fire. She took Ace and Alec's hands with one of hers and is about to activate the device with the other when she looks at the Doctor"The tape I gave you. . . Play it alone before you leave here, please. . ."With that the trio dissappear.As you reappear you feel the need to stop the world spinning so you can show the world what you ate for your last 2 dozen dinners.As you steady yourself you see you've arrived somewhere on the third floor, along one of the main corridors. Its still dark so the place seems desserted. According to the schematics the generators are on the forth and final basement level. A stairwell is down the hall. Alec gives Jenny's hand a gentle squeeze just before the jump begins. Upon arrival he immediately releases her hand and squats down head between his knees for a second."Wow, that was bad."He coughs and immediately regrets it trying to clamp down on his rebellious stomach."Ahhh, man." He stands up and steadies himself. "O.k. I'm...I'm good to go, now. As long we don't have to fight anything that smells like fish and chips...or nachos. O.k. Ace I bow to your knowledge of demolitions here. What do we need to do?" "Alright, then. Jack, K-9... Don't you have some warpaint to apply or something? I need a minute alone with the computers before we leave."Or a minute alone with the tape, at any rate. "Well...let's see..." Ace kneels over. "That was nasty. We need to go down a floor first; then the fun begins. Well, fun for me, anyway. We're going to need to be fast when setting the charges. The detonator is a piece of string and a Zeppo." As you move down the stairs you see a Toclafane guarding the hallway down towards the generators. "Very well, Doctor,"K9 turned around, making its way from the room and following Jack wherever he went so that they could give him a moment alone. Alec looks at Jenny,"How do feel about joining me as distraction number one? Worst case scenario we jump out of here and then back." Looking over to Ace,"Where do you want to meet back up?" "Ok Doctor, I'll be outside then,"Jack says, following K9 outsidee. Once outside he looks down at K9,"So.. feel any different now after the Doc's had a look at you?" K9 turned towards the only person among this new group of people that it was familiar with, head tilting up to look at him,"No, master. My memories have not been restored. Perhaps they were too damaged to be salvaged." "Or he deliberately didn't restore them, he has a habit of doing stuff like that,"Jack says as he idly rubs his wrist,"I'm sure he has his reasons.. any observations on this "daughter" of his?" "Possibly related. Sensors detected binary vascular systems in both the Doctor and the woman." With the room now vacated, the Doctor takes the time to listen to the tape, as instructed. Doctor:[Spoiler] Unable to find a tape player in the room you ask a unit soldier who directs you to the truck the Tardis arrived, obviously quite old, nicknamed Betty. He points you towards the audio cassette player in the dash, puts the keys in the ignition and leaves you too it.As the tape plays your voice eminates from the trucks speakers"Is this thing on. . . yeah. . ."you hear the voice breath in deeply to steady himself"The watch will changes hands four times. . . don't blame her for it. . . she didn't have a choice, she had to. . . oh god she had too. . ."you hear you future self try to stop himself from crying."Forgive her. . ."The tape goes silent. "We'll meet back where we first transmatted into." Ace pulls out a can of Nitro-9, and slaps it into Alec's hand. "Just in case." Taking Jenny by the hand, Alec double checks the way he wants to run and then moves out into the hallway looking officious and gesturing at the decor."Now, I love what the designers did here, darling. I think we could use this firm to redo our corporate offices and be well served."He's watching the toclafaine out of the corner of his eye ready to bolt and run the minute it becomes hostile. The Toclafane sees Alec and Jenny and races into their faces, its blades shooting out to dance in front of them, trying to seem intimidating and succeeding."Turn back, this place is restricted."It does. . . nothing to you. "Well, I say, I was told we'd have unrestricted access to the executive level. Is this the executive level? Perhaps you could point us in the correct direction?" Alec has a cold sweat running down his spine but works hard to play it cool and seem bored and put out by the whole thing. He isn't sure if it will be enough of a distraction but he's hoping it won't see Ace if it is looking at him. Toclafane whirls its blades angrily, almost hissing its words but still does not attack even as it half screams"LEAVE!" "Wonderfully unenlightening. I'll have to have a word with myself about that. I shouldn't be treating me this way."Despite his response to the message, the Doctor pockets the tape before exiting the truck. He had some colleagues to collect..."Come on, you two. Time to see how well I age, hm?" At which point, he'd just head back to the parking lot. If he couldn't get UNIT to loan him a car, he'd just point the sonic screwdriver at one... As the Doctor, his pet and K-9 reach the Leavyard HQ the suffer no resistance as they enter the foyer. No Pep-Es seem to frequent the ground floor or hastle them; there's not even a receptionist.The elevator pops open with a ping noise. "I'd say that someone must be expecting me... but then, he practically put an ad out for me." Quipping helped him get over the nerves induced by the thought of facing an opponent who probably already knew the result of this encounter. Surely his future self wouldn't be so fatalistic as to fight his younger self, knowing that he would lose? Which meant something odd had to be happening...No time for this.Getting into the elevator and pressing the button for the highest floor was easy enough. Assuming it had buttons and wasn't on remote control, anyway... Trying to look offended at the whirling blades, Alec takes Jenny's hand and begins moving away from Ace and toward the nearest exit."Well, I will be reporting this rude behavior to your superiors I assure you of that." Trying to keep the toclafaine's attention on him as he departs. The Toclafane follows Alec and Jenny as they leave but doesn't speak or attack.************************************************** *********As the Doctor reaches the top floor the doors of the elevator slide open to reveal the office that Jack had been so unceremoniously expunged from.The Rose, who or whatever she was, hung suspended in the same odd machine with the same watch around her neck.The black suited man turns as you enter, standing behind the large wooden desk, his hands behind his back.He smiles with his tenth face. . ."Doctor, like the old look? I was thinking Retro and a hint of Johnny Cash funeral black, I gave him the look you remember? Or was it Elvis who helped me fight the Sontarans that time. . ."His grin widens"Why, Doctor, you look like you've seen a ghost?" "A bad impersonator, more like. Haven't I ever heard the phrase 'Act your Age'?"What do you do when faced with yourself? Swagger. Obviously he had a huge ego (by his standards) in the future, so he might as well start getting in on the action now. "But Toclafane? Honestly, why Toclafane? Were the Cybermens' wage demands too high? The Daleks too noisy? The Sontarans too ugly? I mean, just think of a seductive Sontaran Secretary... no, thanks." "because. . . because in my old age, dancing across the stars I thought it was only right that I bring the Human's home, but also it's just about the only thing I can scatter across the world for you to see and no one else will notice."He smiles and turns back to Romana"oh and she does so love shiny things, she used to star at the lights of the lover's cluster for hours as I tortured her to madness." With Alec and Jenny distracting the Toclafane, Ace attempts to make her way back down to the basement. As Ace reaches the generators she seems large humming monstrosities of metal that seem to go deeper than possible into the earth. The four main generators alone must be as big simply in width and depth as a football field. They seem impossibly advanced for 21st century human tech. Aside, to Jack: "Obviously I mellowed out a little in my old age."To Himself: "So, what... at some point when I'm old, I catch Romana before she gets too involved in the Time War, trick her into a Chameleon Arch, and then use her as my own private toy until she breaks? Just, out of curiosity, and I know I may not want to answer this, but did the Master and I swap brains at some point? Him in my body and me in his? Because I always saw you as more of a shadowy universal domination type, and this smacks more of random Master(tm) Brand lunacy. After all, what could you achieve by luring you in?"Quite a few things, stable time loops just being the most likely. Or... well, he could actually want me to fix her. Only so he can have the fun of breaking her again, admittedly, but if he just wanted to cast her aside, that's a nice high window... He laughs out loud"You made a whole other entity, you delayed a regeneration for what? Months? Years? I've lost track. You thought that would have no impact." He takes the watch around Romana's neck, turns it over in his hand"I suppose I want to break you a little bit, or maybe it's all part of a master plan, I'm not saying." Originally Posted by Darth Raynn As Ace reaches the generators she seems large humming monstrosities of metal that seem to go deeper than possible into the earth. The four main generators alone must be as big simply in width and depth as a football field. They seem impossibly advanced for 21st century human tech. Ace doesn't speak. Not much point, really, since those generators were about to blow soon. The young woman carefully places cans of Nitro-9 at key areas of the generators...or at least places that look like key areas. And by carefully, she means that since her timed detonators were essentially long pieces of string, that she does the job in roughly twenty seconds. The remaining ten is spent sprinting back up the stairs."She's going to blow!" As the blast shakes the building Ace is knocked to the floor and surrounded by Pep-Es as every light in the building goes out. "Thank you, UNIT."I'll have to get Ace something nice for that. I'm thinking a new chemistry set."For all the difference it makes, I did not deliberately create a clone of myself. You can thank Donna for that." Pause.Oh, ****, he's probably visited Donna...."Could have been King... It's an appropriate name. Because I really could have been. Timelords gone, Daleks gone, I really could have. I wonder why you tried it and I did not..."Using his talk and the damage to the generators as cover, the Doctor was advancing (ideally with Jack and K-9 at his side) towards his half-human half-clone."Still, this explains why we could not detect a Paradox Machine running. You would not have thought you needed one. Probably because you didn't know this was before my first meeting with River Song..." He stumbles slightly at the blast the Pep-Es rush off"What do you mean?" "I mean, River Song and I are in the middle of a time loop. I've passed one end of it - my start, her end - and I'm still waiting to encounter the other. Time travel, eh? Still... I would have thought you would have remembered that one. You split off after the start of it. It's kinda funny, really. You spent all this time plotting to pull me in at the right stage in my life, and you still got me too early..." Followed by a burst of staccato laughter."Seriously, though, I have a question. Why did you not just commit suicide? If life was so unbearable, you did not need to live it. And it is not as though I was ever afraid of death..."Afraid of what would happen if I died, yes. Afraid of being dead, no. If you are afraid of being dead, the last thing you do is make a habit of fighting Daleks... Ace gets up, and brushes the debris off her outfit."Gordon Bennett that hurt! Aren't you lot supposed to be stopping that sort of thing from happening?"One lesson Ace learned from the Doctor: When in doubt, bluff, and act as if you're in charge. Even if it's to the Queen, in the middle of Buckingham Palace. As the lights go out Alec fishes out a mini-Maglight."Well, I guess Ace made it to the generators. Let's go see if she needs any help getting out."He glances at Jenny as they start back the way they came."Any idea how to fight the toclafaine?" ****************Alec & Jenny********************************"Is it just me or have we not gotten in a single fight yet? The Toclafane seem almost unable to? Also we should go help my father."****************Valeyard's office*****************************"Death is not why you're here, YOU'RE not even why you're here."He smiles and pulls out his screwdriver, he deactivates the device holding Romana and she drops to the floor, limp. He places the watch in her hand."Do you know how a chameleon arch works? Of course you do; it makes someone out of you; out of a story but Doctor. . ."he kneels beside the Romana Rose"what if someone makes you think of one story, only one, over and over, tilll it drove you mad. What story do you think the arch would pick then?" "I hadn't thought of it as odd but more lucky, but now that you mention it the toclafaine seemed reluctant to actually engage us." Alec turns down the hall,"O.k. let's find the Doctor." "It would take them both. A Chameleon Arch managed to grab the Master's mind, insane Romana is not going to prove a greater challenge. It will restore her memories and personality from before you got to her without erasing whatever she's accumulated since. What sort of person she will be afterwards... I am actually not sure."Taking a few steps forwards towards Romana now. Despite what the Valeyard had said making less sense than he'd have liked, the Doctor knew he would not be in this situation unless the Valeyard had something to gain from it... and the Doctor could kind of guess what it would be. He even knew how the Valeyard would manage it.It would not work as he thought it would, though."Anyway, to business. K-9, blow his arms off if he fails to explain the part that requires me to be here for any of this." As Alec enters the office with Jenny he sees the Valeyard about to speak when a voice breaks in from Romana Rose's once still form, the voice seems exhausted and weak"Doctor?"The Valeyard takes her hand and helps her up shakily as she holds on to him tightly to steady herself"What happened?""These men are trying to take you from me Rose, they're imposters; not very good ones, they couldn't even copy my rugged good looks." Alec leans close to Jenny,"I don't follow all the meta-physical stuff with time travel but how can this guy be the Doctor when the Doctor is here. Shouldn't paradox be happening now?" Still surrounded by Toclofane, Ace stamps her foot like a bratty teenager(which she used to be anyway, before the Professor got her out of Ice World), and puts her hands on her hips."Well? Come on! You've got more important things than hang around here!" Under his breath: "Where's Lethbridge-Stewart when you need him?"Over his breath: "That won't work, you know. Not forever, anyway. The Chameleon Arch cannot wipe away her past and still keep her as a Time Lord - the only way you could pull that off would be to keep her from ever being restored. The worst you could do is restore a *different* Time Lord into her body..."...why am I still giving him ideas?"Rose, or Romana, or whichever you think you are now: You'll recognise K-9 or Jack. Go to them, they'll take you away from here to somewhere safe while I have a discussion with my ungracious shadow here..."Obviously he's going for an appeal to familiarity - using my old face to convince the Rose Delusion in Romana's head that it's the correct personality and that he's the current Doctor. But both Romana and Rose know my face can change with time, so both he and I are potentially suspect. I cannot even tell her to count the hearts, because it is entirely possible he's had his human traits removed since I last saw him. Jack and K-9 should work, though. Both of them knew one or the other, so whichever one is in the ascendancy will know they're genuine. Then my half-human alter ego and I can finish our fascinating little chat... ...I wonder if the Brigadier used to find me as irritating as I find me? Maybe I should go back and ask him... Jack, having spent the majority of the conversation watching in silence as the two doctors argue, turns to the girl who looks like Rose, giving her a winning smile and a wave. Out of the corner of his mouth he mutters to K9,"We may have trouble soon, get ready for a fight, just in case." "Paradox. . ."Jenny looked at Alec like he had spit on the floor or something similairly distasteful."They're Lying Rose, check your heart, you've only got one,"he brought her hand from one side of her chest to another and then the center.Rose looked up at the group annoyed"I'm human, this is the Doctor, because I am who I am and I am not a Time Lord. . . Lady whatever."Jenny tries to step closer, reaching for the watch Rose was holding but didn't seem to notice, hoping to open it. Valeyard noticed her and she stepped back. "Then go with Jack. You've been to the ends of time with him, you brought him back from the dead and fixed him in an unchanging, indestructable form - forever Jack. I could be a fake eleventh regeneration, or he could be a fake tenth, but nothing could fake the immortal man. Go with him - he will take you somewhere safe while you recover. Ace - whom I know I have told you about before - will be able to work out which of us is real while you rest."Faintly, a smile starts to appear at the corners of the Doctor's mouth."Oh, and Rose... none of us mentioned a Lady Anything..." Rose rushes away scared and confused at the two doctors, she stumbles back against the window, terrified as Jenny approaches and takes the watch from her hand, changing hands for the third time."You can trust him, go with Jack."Rose pushes her back, not noticing Jenny had taken the watch. Rose Romana seemed to be suffering from some sort of post regeneration instability like the doctor and stress could make her do something crazy very soon. She was eyeing the elevator and the window in equal measure.**************ACE********************************* *****The Toclafane seemed to be getting extremely annoyed"LEAVE HUMAN! OR WE WILL FIRE!" AceThe young woman holds back a smile. "Gordon Bennett, you are annoying. Alright, I'm leaving. See? I'm gone."Walking to find the Doctor, Ace stares at the current situation."Professor? Who's the rubbish-looking one in the old suit?" Jack takes a step to the side, giving Rose/Roman a clear path to the elevator,"I can assure you the elevator's preferable to the window,"he indicates for her to go,"If she jumps, I'm going after her, protect the doctor,"he whispers to K9. Rose eyes Jack with almost a hint of fear"I'm ROSE TYLER! I know who I am, the Doctor wouldn't do this to me! He wouldn't just tell me when I'm scared! He wouldn't do something that would mess with my head so much! DID YOU SEE HIM REGENERATE JACK?! How is he anymore likely to be the Doctor than I am to be ME!?" Ace's face goes red."OY! PRINCESS! WHAT DOCTOR HAVE YOU BEEN TRAVELING WITH? He loves messing with us; he showed me places and things and ideas that I didn't even have words for! He tore me down and build me back up again! Hasn't he ever shown you something unbelievable? Something you could never imagine, and he just stood there with a silly grin on your face? Gorden Bennett, the Doctor loves playing games with us." Jack shrugs,"You're right, I can't be 100% certain that he's the real Doctor, but I know for certain that that's not,"he says, indicating the Valeyard, "I know what those are, and the Doctor would never use them," he says, indicating the Toclafane. "Ace, ace, ace... You're absolutely right. I've done many things to my companions over the years, almost none of them safe or pleasant. I get more desertions that way. Anyway, if you want some proof... Then let's fall back on some logic, shall we? One of us is the Doctor. We're all agreed on that point, yes? So either the tenth incarnation is still current, and I'm the imposter, or the eleventh incarnation is current, and he's the imposter. So, we come up with a proper scientific theory. There are criteria for scientific theories: The main ones being that they have to agree with observable evidence, and they have to make predictions which can be tested in order to guage their validity. So, here is my theory. You and Jack remember fighting the Daleks when Davros had created the Reality Bomb, yes? By the end of that encounter, there was one Time Lord and two Half Time-Lords - A Half-human clone of me, and a half-Time Lord Donna Noble. My theory is that he - the one still bearing my tenth face - is that hybrid, whom I sent to live out his life with Rose Tyler in an alternate universe. That explains what we can see here - one being who looks like my tenth incarnation, and one being who does not but claims to be the eleventh - and it gives us a prediction to test. Namely: His memories of my life should end at the point where I returned him to the alternate reality Rose was living in at the time. So anything I did with any of you lot after then... he won't know, but an authentic Doctor would. Now, Rose, I'm not too sure that your memories are in good enough condition to test, so we'll go with our first runner up. That's you Jack. Just before my tenth regeneration, I paid you a last visit with the old face. I met you somewhere - we did not talk, but we saw one another. And you received something from me. Now, I know where that was, and what you received. As would any authentic Doctor. But my vengeful, half-crazed clone would have no way of knowing of that meeting... So, here comes the test. Convince Jack that *you* did that last meeting instead of me. If you can pass my test, We'll listen to your theory on our identities... and try your test." The Valeyard smiles"The Midship man Alonso Frame you mean? And the piece of paper said 'his name is Alonso.' Now how would some mad clone know that?" "Interesting point. Especially from someone who'd forgotten who River Song was... Your turn then. Who am I, and how can you prove I am *not* the Doctor?" "I don't think I can prove that anymore than you couldn't prove I wasn't,"Valeyard says in the matter of fact way that was a common 10 mannerism.

Doctor Who_ Season 5 IC

The New Cold War ((Travaius & LadySheikah))

**Removed until I can make edits** Viktor and Ivan had dropped in together, the only survivors of their detachment. After being dropped into the country, the detachment moved forward, quickly taking land. After a handful of engagements, they quickly thinned. Having no time to deal with the wounded, the men were forced to kill their comrades, making sure that they never gave up their plans for attacks. If that wasn't bad enough, the remaining men were forced to deal with the bombs and air strikes. After a few days of fighting in the bombed out country, that only the two of them. The officer and the sniper moved together, Viktor normally allowing Ivan to scope out the territory ahead of them with his sniper rifle before moving forward. By doing that, they were abe to eliminate many of the American soldiers that straggled into their view. They learned from rough interrogations of injured enemies they learned that their own goverment barely survived the bombing.With no one left to lead them, Viktor decided that he and Ivan would do their best to find a place to hold up, waiting for reinforcements to come. It was on their walk that they found Zus. He was in a garden, pulling vegetables deftly from the ground. At first Ivan was going to shoot him, until he saw the patch that showed him as a Polish soldier in the Communist army. Waving him forward, Viktor and Ivan soon had him join their group, explaining that the three of them put together put up a much larger fight than them seperately. From all the salvaging that Zus had done, he dug up a map that pointed out a large bunker with a star. Ivan and Viktor had collected rumors from their interrogations that there was large stockpile of weapons not terribly far from where they were.The three men moved together for a few miles, almost tripping over the sleeping Erwin on the road. He woke up with a start, finding his gun missing and three men standing over him. As he tried to get up and run, one of the men his his knee, throwing him to the ground. As he heard them speak, he turned over, realizing they were friends. As they made fun of him for falling asleep in plain sight, they talked him into joining their small band.The 4 men fell into a routine, the two Russians talking about what they would do for the day, then telling the other two. Zus was quite happy with this. No responsibility for him to worry about. Erwin saw everything that he hated when the Russians trained him for battle, but followed them nonetheless. He felt safer supporting them than walking around by himself.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The pack of four moved further towards the where they thought the bunker was. One day they moved down the road, Ivan spotting another man. As they moved towards him, they heard the helicopter. Falling into the sparse cover around them, they grimaced as they watch the 5th man chopped down by crew on the helicopter. Viktor yelled for them to return fire and an instant later semi automatic reports flooded from Erwin's, Viktor's, and Zus's guns. Ivan dropped to the ground and set up his sniper rifle, hoping the helicopter would give him a chance. As soon as the helicopter banked, Ivan took aim at the sensitive motor. Pulling the trigger, he shot two rounds into it, grinning as he heard the tell tale whine of motor failure. The 4 men broke cover and ran towards the helicopter, hoping to salvage what they could.All the men were shocked when they saw someone pop out of the felled helicopter. Without even thinking, all 4 men chased after the enemy praying to capture him quickly. That proved difficult, the enemy moving too quickly for the semi automatic rifle fire to catch her, and Ivan couldn't set up fast enough to hit the fleeing foe. Chasing after the foe, the men watched them fall. In an instant three guns were pointed at her form, the men eagerly awaiting an order. Ivan ran over, and Viktor raised his hand."Ivan, search the prisoner."Within an instant, Ivan fell to his knees, starting to frisk the soldier on the ground. As soon as his hands got to the chest, his eyes narrowed. Reaching up, he ripped the helmet off, laughing as he did so."I think we havea female..." Alex had no idea what the guy was saying, her head was still kind of spinning, ears still ringing. However, she could tell they where speaking english. At once knowing that these guys seemed not to be playing around, feeling a set of hands searching up her body. Stopping at her breast. Next thing she knew her helmet was being pulled off her head, some of her long brown hair being pulled right along with it. Yet, as soon as her new captors saw that this soldier was a woman it seemed the mood shifted. Only sending chills down her spin. Seeing the smile one of her captor's face as he finished searching her. Those bright hazel eyes, lovely orbs of equal mix of bright blues, greens and gold, watching the guns that where still pointed at her. Knowing that if she made a move to run she would be dead before she took off. Not that she would get far anyway with her ankle right now. That tongue of her's not holding back a statement to mock that soldier who was searching her, "Really now what gave me away?"Such a youthful soul with a cocky attitude to match or maybe that attitude was just a cover for the fear she was living in right now. She could not be older then seventeen. No doubt right out of high school. Not to rare now and days because of the many deaths on both sides, it seemed that both sides where short on soldiers now and where taking anyone that would enlist. Her young face alone seemed to give an idea of what her uniform was hiding. A slender body that held fit but lean muscles gotten from the hard work she had been put threw. Yet she would still hold that hourglass form with those feminine curves most men desired with fitting small but full set of breasts. Not that they could tell right now that is. Ivan looked up at Viktor who immediately waved his hand, telling him to stand up. Erwin and Zus kept their rifles on the woman as Viktor lowered his. Shaking his head, Viktor looked over the soldier. He couldn't see why they would put such a pretty woman into the field. She should be at home taking care of a nice husband, but she was out here shooting brave men. Even that little sarcastic quip was too much in his eyes. Women were meant to be in the kitchen and the bedroom, definitely not outside out of the house. This one had to be dealt with carefully though. She had killed a soldier that fought for his people, and being in a helicopter meant that she was part of some government that was forming in the enemy territory. Walking closer and closer to her, he paced in front of her, sighing as he does so. Shaking his head, he turned on the woman, backhanding her as he did so. Looking at her, he sighs and looks into her eyes."You will learn to treat us with respect. You have information that I need to have for me and my men. Now you can give it up willingly and I promise you will be let go. If you don't want to answer me, I will gladly show you what happens to filthy pigs who disobey me."The three men looked at the commnader with shock. Throughout all of this, he had been the one to try and keep females safe, and now he all but said she would be attacked for disobedience. Ivan's eyes brightened up as he thought about taking this woman. He never thought about her as a woman, she was an American and that meant she was free to be used as they needed. Erwin shuddered at the thought, knowing that if everyone else did it, that he would have to participate just so they would not have another thing to be attacked with. Zus cared little for a the woman, all he wanted to do was get out of the area. If the Americans figured out where the helicopter went down, they would send more people to find out what happened. The saying if its to good to be true then it normally is played threw her head as she recovered from hard slap her face had just gotten moment before the man before her started to speak. A large red hand print showing up where she had gotten hit. Her body slightly turned, both hands now resting on the ground. Holding her up as she listened closely to everything this man said as he slowly moved her back so he could look into Alex's eyes. Truth be told she knew more then most with her rank but they couldn't have known this. So she would try and play off her rank and age, "I'm sure anything you want to know is way above my pay grade and even if I do know....."Her voice seeming to trail away. Weather from pain or from thought of punishment was anyone's guess. Her breathing slightly heavy from the crash and run. The small rank patches on her flight suit showing that she was only a Privet First Class slowly rising and falling. On hell of a low rank to be firing weapons from a helicopter little less knowing anything of much use. But he could try.Alex soon finding herself braking eye contact to try and get a look at the other men in this little group. She only saw four, but she didn't know if there where more behind her. Not like she could just push away and stand up freely, unless she wanted a bullet or something else put into her. Viktor smiled as he looked over her. He had no idea what she was counting on. Granted the fact that she was of a low rank and a female made him doubt that she would know much, but the helicopter made him think otherwise. Helicopters had to be in short supply now, and even if they weren't helicopter fuel was. Wherever they were storing all of this was worth alot to him. Simply the knowledge of where this base was would allow his small unit to skirt it rather than deal with engaging it head on. If they were to do that, it would surely mean death to them all. Crouching down next to her, he looked into her eyes, shaking his head for a moment."You'd be surprised how much useful information that you can give me, and even more shocked out how much pain that it can save you from. First and foremost, where did that helicopter come from? How many men are there? What kind of machinery do they have there? Are they in contact with the government or are they just flying random missions when they can? The food supplies, ammunition, and logistical supplies would also be good information to have, but if you don't want to."Viktor stood up, his eyes roaming over her body for a moment before looking up into hers again. Stepping back, he waved his hand dramatically to the men standing around her, his eyes dipping to her chest again before looking back into them. Even though he was threatening her, he didn't know if he could really let them do it. Without a doubt he knew Ivan would do it, but he didn't know if he should let him. Even though they probably wouldn't be brought up on war crimes, he didn't really want to allow his men to start raping for fun or pleasure. It was clear that she was started to feel the pressure, her eyes shooting from man to man. Then something caught her eye. So she would quickly try and turn the subject to something they might be more interested in. After all she didn't want to give away the base she came from. She didn't know if they where apart of a bigger unit or not. "You don't want to know about my base or where my bird came from. No, it would be to much trouble for you to back track that far south when your heading north. Your looking for the "Granite Cities" Bunkers. There are ten of them across the states but the closest one is about a day and a half's drive from here. Even longer if you walk there. Located in Fort Freedom in the Rocky Mountain Valleys......That's where you where heading when we saw ya'll. Take the interstate north until you see the Fort Freedom signs and follow them. It will take you there."The girl nodded toward the guy that had the map. Seemed that it had popped just far out of his pocket when he was running for Gail to see the star and the name "Fort Freedom." "As far as food supplies, ammunition, and logistical supplies go all I can tell ya is the day after this war started me and a few buddies saw a few.....and by a few I mean about ten or twelve C-130s take off from the base I was on full of supplies. Enough to last a small army at less a few years or keep a bunker well stocked for god knows how long. Where they were going was classified but come on what else are they going to do with twelve C-130s worth of shit heading northeast into the middle of no where when the war is being fought on the western cost. Rumors have that these bunkers are big enough to hold a few hundred families, not people, families."Again she looked over her shoulder to see what the other men where doing, clear that they wanted to know about the base she was from but she gave them information about the base that housed the bunker, "As for Fort Freedom, its been shut down for about four years now. Lack of government funds or something."Something however did not sit right. Almost like the girl knew more then she was telling, but at the same time her age and grade fit the fact that maybe she just told them everything she knew about this base with out telling them anything about where she came from. Doing her best to feed there hunger with out giving them the information they asked for. Zus put his gun down, shaking his head as he did so. If she was talking she wasn't a threat, and Erwin could easily figure out how to shoot a target right in front of him. Pulling the map out of his pocket, he looked at it, trying to decide if she was right. They knew it was a distance away, but a day and a half by car, assuming it average out at 60 miles an hour and the average human...Shaking his head, he tried to remind himself to ask Ivan later how long it would take them on foot. Waving Viktor over, he moved off to the side.Viktor watched the girl carefully, she was smart, or at least as smart as he would expect for a Private. She had tried to handfeed him information. It was apparent that Zus was pleased with what he heard, but Viktor only kept a smile on his face. All she had done was tell him that alot of supplies left the base she was at and went to this amazing sounding place. He wouldn't do everything they could to get there? But he was trained to pick up on the minute details. Moving over to Zus, he waved Ivan over. Talking to Zus in Russian for a moment about the map. Walking back towards the girl, he broke into English again."I am unsure why she would tell us about thin bunker if it as so special...We need to tak about visiting her base. If a private were to know about this bunker, imagine how many other people do." "But he is right, if they moved all those supplies out, we'll be able to take the base easily with all of our men. That way we can control more space in the country. Maybe even hold it permanently. Now, Private, point out exactly where the base is."Ivan, to his credit, followed his commander into the small huddle. Listening to the conversation, he was curious why his commander waved him over. Nothing he said was relevant to what he wanted Ivan to do. Only when they walked away did he realize what he wanted. Suppressing the urge to stare at the commander in confusion, he decided to play his natural part."Just let me kill her, well let me have a little fun with her first then kill her. I don't want to share her when everyone else catches up with us." She was not sure what they where talking about, well not until one of them started talking in english about all that supplies being moved out of her base. Telling her to point out where her base was. At first she said nothing. However, when Ivan asked to kill her she just barked out a few needed details. "20,000 men strong and growing seeing its the only working base on the west coast, fully supplied like I said before the C-130s left base with all that gear not long after the war started so it was easy at the time to recover from that. After all it was before the bombs hit. Fully working airfield, armed Tanks, AAVs and all those lovely things. They have snipers and grunts in a complete 360 around the base....well besides the beach area. There we just have navy ships. Still want to go there be my guest because the last group of basters that tried it got bombed 30 miles out and they had a hell of a lot more then four men. But truth be told I would not mind going home."She could have been bluffing but it sounded like she was talking about Camp Pendletion which was known for being heavily occupied and well supplied....and sure enough that's where she pointed to on the map. It had been well known in the war and many Russian troops had tried to take over the ocean front base only to get blown to hell and back. The heavy mountain area that the base was build on made it hard for Russian forces to pin point attacks. After all the Marines where smart to have build most of there more important areas in the tight valleys of the base, "There you go no big secret. You have your information not you said you would let me go." It had to have been at less a two hour helicopter flight from where they where now. Viktor looked at her, then looked at Ivan. The girl was afraid of being killed, at least on some level. That was a positive for him, gave him a sort of leverage to use against her. Looking around for a moment, he shook his head. They were out in a land they didn't know and had a source of information that could at least tell them a limited amount of what was going on. There wasn't a chance he could let her go yet. She was a low ranking officer but compared to what they had she was a wealth of information. Shrugging his shoulders, he pointed at Ivan, tossing the man his sidearm."Sorry, you haven't answered all of my questions and I can't allow you to go quite yet. You have more information than we could hope to have. As for now, you are a prisoner, try to escape and I'll be sure to change that to corpse. As long as we understand each other, I don't think we will have a problem. Now, get ready to move. That helicopter went down not to far from here and it won't take a genius to track us and find the bullet holes. Mount up!"Ivan immediately strapped his sniper rifle to his back, holding the pistol on the prisoner. He was happy to have the job of guarding her while they were moving. It meant very simply that he could stare at her ass and noone would think it weird. If he was behind her the whole time there was a whole lot her could imagine doing, but that would have to wait. Viktor was a patient man and one of the few people Ivan feared. If he did anything to soon, he knew it would mean his life.Erwin and Zus had the same reaction to the Commander's order. They immediately straightened their gear, waiting to see who would take point on the next stretch of their journey. Viktor looked them over and pointed at Zus. He readily moved to the front, Viktor falling in behind him. Ivan grabbed the shoulder of the woman, pushing her forward behind Viktor, then followed her, his eyes focused on her ass. Erwin readily moved behind them, looking around as he did so. The minute she was pulled to her feet, and pushed to move behind Viktor her eyes started to water. Waves of pain shooting up her leg from her hurt ankle. Even falling behind some only to get a good yank from her keeper. Feeling the muzzle of his gun pressing into her upper back every now and again. At first she didn't know where they were going, but as the sun started to set she could tell they where heading northeast. Toward the bunker and away from the base she once called home.However, it seemed her luck was not done with her yet. As the sun started to set not only did the air start to grow cold but some clouds started to roll in and with them the rain started to fall. First only a few drops, but the more they moved the harder it started to rain. Viktor cursed as the rain started to fall. They weren't overly prepared for rain, most of their gear having been lost either in the initial attack or having been discarded for weight concerns. Looking up at the sky, he decided in the dark night and rain they wouldn't make much progress and it would be dangerous to move in an unknown area under these conditions. Calling halt, he tossed his knife to Zus, he waved to Erwin and smiled at them."Alright boys, we need to have shelter and a fire and soon. Do your best to get something worked up. Ivan, get that prisoner tied up. I don't want to worry about her running off."Almost immediately, Erwin and Zus moved into the forest, looking for felled trees and branches. Together with the mud on the ground they would be able to build rudimentary huts to sleep in for the night. Not particularly warm or dry, but alont better than what they were dealing with currently. Moving together, they started to pull a pile of branches and logs together.As those two moved off, Ivan tried to figure out what to do to tie up the prisoner. Looking her over, he saw that she had no rope on her. Shaking his head, he grinned, suddenly realizing this was the perfect time for him to make a small move against this woman. Tilting his head, he looked her over and grinned at her."I hope you are wearing a bra, cause we are stripping off that shirt so I can make some ties for you. Now, tell me. Are we going to do this the easy way or are you going to make me take it off of you?" She could not help but thank god when they stopped walking. Seemed like the leader of this little group was about as happy as she was about the rain. But it did not help that she didn't see any kind of shelter around. Listening closely as Viktor ordered his men around, telling two to go find shelter and wood....telling her keeper to tie her up so she would not run. Not that it did not cross her mind, but where would she run to. Half the cities and towns around the west cost had been evacuated.Then came the question....Of course she was not going to make it on him, throwing him a look that could have killed. Clearly not happy about being dragged along for the ride, and the rain not making it much better. Already her clothes where wet enough that it stuck to her body, drops of water rolling of her face. If one looked real fast it would have seemed like she was crying.The young soldier even going as far as to take a knee to keep take weight off her bad ankle with out being told to. As soon as the prisoner moved, Ivan brought the gun up and brought it harshly against the back of her neck. Grinning at her he held the gun on her as he watched Viktor run over to them. Ivan simply looked at the leader, shrugging his shoulders as he did so. He knew that he wouldn't react well to it, but it was fun to have a valid reason to strike her, or at least one that he could pretend to be valid. If Viktor had gone off to build the shelter, this American would already be in the mud and naked, where she belonged."She made a suspicious move, I can't see her very well in this weather and she moved oddly. I thought she was trying to escape."Viktor shook his head as he moved over to Ivan and the prisoner. He knew it was a half way bad idea to have Ivan watch the girl. Ivan didn't have the social graces of the rest of the group. But he also knew that if anyone would readily pull the trigger. Viktor was still trying to decide if that was a good thing or not. Shaking his head he looked down at the American and smiled, crouching down next to her."And here I was thinking that you would have given up that ankle a while ago and asked us to stop for a little. I noticed the change in your gait from when you were running earlier. Now, we have a choice here. I need to make something to tie you up with. I won't sacrifice my men's safety just to keep you here. So you can give up that shirt so we can make something, or I can have Ivan here shoot you. They both work for me, so please make this decision quickly." She did was not expecting for her keeper to do what he did, feeling the butt of his gun being slammed into the back of her neck. A blow strong enough to send her to the ground, the girl finding herself going face first into the mud. Her eyes blinking some from the pain, trying her best to not pass out from the blow as she watched her vision come and go. Her head spinning, and watching dazed as Viktor came running to see what had happened.Then next then she knew the group's leader was crouching down next to her. At first his words seemed to echo threw her head, but as she laid there looking up at him Alex started to understand what he was saying. Those hazel eyes rolling toward the back of her head some, a clear sign she was started to loose the fight. Her head finally going limp and laying back down into the mud as she passed out. Making it clear that Ivan's blow was more then a gentle tap and giving the men free rain to take her shirt and make what they need to bound her arms. Viktor sighed as he watched her carefully. He knew how capable Ivan was, and knew that if he really wanted to hurt her that she wouldn't be awake long. He half hoped that Ivan had just tried to scare her, not really wanting to deal with his friend and a prisoner who could not call out for help. Shaking his head, he watched her eyes roll back, his mind trying to quickly decide what to do with her. As much as he regretted his comrade doing what he did, it did present them with an opportunity that he didn't think he would have. As it was, they could do what they wanted to secure her for the night, hopefully even making sure that they could sleep peacefully. Turning to Ivan, he looekd into his eyes and pointed to the girl."I don't want her hurt anymore than you have, but I want her secured. Feel free to use your imagination, but she needs to be healthy and want to cooperate with us when she wakes up, so nothing funny. At least not yet. She still has other worths to me. Touch her without my permission and you know what I will do to you."Ivan visibly shivered as Viktor made that threat. He knew what Viktor was capable of, other men in the unit having had "accidents" when they made mistakes that might have caused the lives of other men. Nodding slowly, he dragged the girl between two trees, looking down at her as he did so. Leaning down, he ripped the shirt off, rolling it up so that it formed a single rope. Turning her over her pulled her limp arms behind her back and tied them quickly. As he rolled her back over, a grin came to his face. Viktor had told him to use his imagination, and the girl needed to be fully secured in order for them to sleep.Leaning down, he slowly took her shoes off, placing them next to the tree. He then worked on her pants, unbuttoning them before he worked them off of her body. Ripping the pants into two legs, he spread her legs between the two trees. Using each pant leg, he tied an ankle to each tree, reaching up to arrange the branches above her into a makeshift shelter.Ten minutes later, Erwin and Zus came back, carrying a few felled trees and branches they had cut. Looking at the condition of the woman, Erwin scowled, but Zus just set about work. Using the tree trunks for a general frame, they started to set them up. Moving the branches that Ivan had set up, they used their own cut ones to arrange a rough roof, using the mud to slowly seal up the holes they found. Each man filed in, each one taking a side of the roughly square shed, keeping the woman in the middle between them. Her neck hurt, her head was spinning. Even after she opened her eyes all she could see was darkness, all she could hear was the sound of rain. It did not take long for her to find her arms bound behind her back or the fact that her legs had been tied to something leaving her spread eagle. The cold wind blowing against her flesh let her know she must not be dressed in only her underwear or nothing at all. Finally summoning what little strength she had to turn her head from side to side to see where she was. The light glow from a fire catching her eye.Her vision slowly clearing Alex could see her captors and the shelter they had made. A strong fire burning next to them....though she could not tell if it was under the shelter or not. It seemed the sun had set long ago. Leaving only the rain and cold night air.It took a minute for her to notice that the the rain seemed to be falling around her instead of on her. At less they had been kind enough to make some kind of shelter for her. Even if it did not keep her warm, it kept her dry. Taking her time to put things together, making sure to take deep breaths and remind herself to stay calm. Even pulling at her arms some to see if she could wiggle out of what ever bound her. Only to no avail. A slight fear in her heart that they had done something to her and that was why she was undressed. Well mostly undressed.Again she found herself trying to calm herself, this time giving her legs a pulled. Watching the makeshift shelter above her sway as she did. As the logs of the quickly built shelter shook, Ivan quickly rolled up and grabbed his rifle. He was always a light sleeper, being a sniper always made him out by himself or with very few others. If he slept through weird sounds it could mean his death. Getting up to a kneeling position, he pointed the rifle outwards from the shelter, trying to figure out where the noise came from. Moving around, he looked out of each side of the small shelter, listening for any other noise he could find. Looking around outside again, he was preparing to wake the others when he saw the prisoner awake.A cruel smile came over his face as he looked at her. He wondered if Viktor knew the mistake that he had made, allowing himself to tie up the woman. Kneeling down between the woman’s legs, he looked up at her and shook his head. If Viktor would only allow him a little while with her, he was sure that he could get any information she had. Slapping her inner thigh, he looked directly into her eyes.“Going to tell us what you know or do we have to get a little creative on how we are going to get information out of you? I am sure Viktor will allow me to interrogate you sooner or later, maybe we should start now, hmmm?” It was the foot steps in the mud that first told her one of her captures where awake, not knowing who. There was only enough light from the fire to cause shadows, not to show details on a person's face. It was not until Ivan was between her legs and looked her in the face did she know who it was. Alex knew it was the guy that had stuck her with his weapon. Her neck still swore.His slap stung, making her jump some. Head turning to look away from him as he spoke to her, "I already told your leader everything I know."Yet, she would give him something to enjoy. A chill running down her back causing her body to shake under him. No words leaving him to wounder if it was from fear or the cold night air. Ether way it would show the woman was not at ease with being here, that lovely body of her's exposed to him and the elements another slight slight chill causing her to wiggle slightly under him. Eyes closing slight as Alex spoke to herself, "So cold." Ivan smiled and shook his head. He didn’t for a moment think that it was true that she gave up all of what she knew. Information within the American military establishment had to be all over the place after the initial attack. Even he understood that since she was in a helicopter it probably meant that she had more information than she would. It didn’t matter to him whether or not she told Viktor everything. It would end the same way whether or not she did. Viktor would get fed up with waiting and allow Ivan to take over, or Viktor would believe her and then she would see the real Viktor. Shuddering, Ivan remembered seeing what his commander did in remote villages in Russia.Grabbing Viktor’s knife off the ground with one hand, he sighed as he backhanded the American, glaring at her as he brought the knife up. He had to break her, he knew that Viktor would reward him with her body if he got the information. Running the flat of the blade over her stomach, he looked at his comrade, then back to her.“I want to know what you know, and I want to know now. See, if you don’t tell me, then I have to get mean. If you do, we can take you with us, maybe I will even take a look at that ankle of yours and make sure it is not badly injured. That will be something you like right?” Alex could not hold back a slight yelp as she was backhanded by the young Russian. Her head turning the other way, the check he slapped now resting against the cold mud. Her breathing growing slightly faster, deeper. The metal blade that ran across her stomach ether rising and falling with her breathing or would indent into her skin. All depending on how hard he was pressing the blade into her. Slightly hoping that someone else would wake up....it had seemed there leader had more or less kept her safe for the time being. If he woke up maybe he could call off this dog.But it seemed that no one else was even close to waking up. Her legs twitching slightly as Ivan spoke, again she didn't trust anything these men said but her ankle did hurt and she would rather not have that knife plunged into her gut. Her head turning to face him, it was clear that she was thinking. Maybe he would think she was trying to remember something useful, but the truth was she was just trying to remember something everyone and there family knew. Finally she came up with something, "Ninety-five percent of the population on the west coast was evacuated ether north into Canada or into the central states. Just packed up and left over night kind of deal. Nearest town is about ten miles from here. Good chance you can find food and supplies there that was left behind when everyone was evacuated."She knew most Russian forces might have fingered that stuff out long ago...but it was worth a shot. “Hmmm, it’s good that you are trying to talk to us, maybe it’s time to rewar…”Ivan is cut short as he slaps her again, a cruel glint coming to his eyes as he did so. Looking over her body, he shook his head as ran his hands over her inner thigh. He had tried to do this the nice way, it was definitely time to try a different way. Taking a firm hold of the knife, he just grinned as he ran the blade over her inner thigh for a moment, lightly glancing it against the skin. Looking up at her chest, a grin came to his face as he shrugged his shoulders. She was good, she was damn good, but they had prepared most of the invasion force for this kind of thing and he refused to break now.“That was really good, you gave up some information. Of course it is worthless, but you knew that. What do we care of the civilians? If any of them were here they wouldn’t care about us. Viktor has a map, if there is really a town nearby he will see it and we will most likely go there. Don’t be stupid and hand feed me such stupid information, if you do, I will gladly cut those nipples off.”Grinning, he decided to illustrate his point. Taking the knife, he started to run the flat of the blade over her exposed cleavage. Shaking his head, he sighed as he looked into her eyes.“Scream…” The trees that shielded them from the rain moved slightly again, it was clear that she was moving her legs. That she didn't want him touching her, even more so running his hands over her inner thighs. Her face now covered in mud, hiding the red hand marks on her face that he left her. Alex wiggling some, fighting with the cloth that bound her hands behind her back, but stopping when she felt the blade run over thigh. Only speaking when he moved the blade and after he was done talking."I didn't think you would care about the civilians...I thought you would care about an abandoned town that might have supplies. And its there check the map...." Her voice trailing off as she felt the ice cold blade once again press against the skin of her breast. Her lips biting down lightly on her lips. She would not scream not right now. “You want me trust that it is abandoned? It is probably a military installation! Do you think I am going to be so foolish to suggest to my commander to take us somewhere. I have no idea that he will pick the best path. You will follow or you will be shot, or…Maybe Viktor will let me get a little more creative, maybe he will let me get you to talk…I think I would like to take some time with you, maybe see what that body can really do.”Smiling he brought the knife up, shaking his head as he did so. He brought the cold blade down, shaking his head as he allowed the flat of the knife run over her stomach.. Watching her eyes, he brought the flat of the blade up, running it over the underside of her chest before bringing it up to her nipples. Turning the blade, he allowed the point of it to poke into one nipple, a grin on his face as he did so. Slowly move the blade into the valley between her breasts, he brought to point to her other nipple, allow the point to again push against her nipple.“Trust me, I could definitely take my time with a capitalist like you, and you might lean to enjoy some of it.” She said nothing, eyes closing in fear as she felt the knife run across her body. Holding her breath each time the tip of the blade was pushed into the nipple of each breast. Oh how she wanted out of this, but she knew that this man that was talking to her was not bluffing when he said if she tried to run she would be shot. But she was not sure if his so called leader would let him just do what he wanted to her....or at less she hoped he would not. Eyes opening slowly as she thought about what to tell him, nothing came to mind right away. She knew things but she knew if she gave them to much information they would kill her after they thought she was picked dry."I don't know what else to tell you then." Ivan sighed and shook his head as he looked over the little American in front of him. He imagined that she would have broken by now, or at least have screamed and alerted everyone to what he was doing. The fact that she refused to give in made it his plan very difficult. He expected to be able to show her that he was the reasonable one between his commander and himself. The fact that she had yet to scream made him curious about how much she could take.Spinning the handle of the knife around, he looked at it and smiled. Kneeling down between her legs, he shrugged as he started to work it into her, his eyes moving up to hers as he did so. He knew how much trouble he would be in for actually fucking the girl before he was given permission, but he had always been allowed to use creative interrogation tactics. He was sure he could sell it that way.“Sure you don’t want to tell me what you know?”

The New Cold War ((Travaius & LadySheikah))

Sniffing out the Truth

"This just in, Miss Monet ( was taken from her home..." "It happened late in the evening with no sign of a struggle..." "...there was no ransom note...""It just seemed she disappeared in the night." "Where could the multi- million dollar Police Chief be?"She flipped through the channels as she waited for her hair to set. Jasmine was all over the news as she left her only life. Left it all behind, without even looking back. Getting fed up with the bullshit, she turned the TV off, tossing the remote on the motel bed.When she left, she simply just disappeared. All she took with her was enough cloths for a week, the basics and enough money to last until she got a job, a mere two hundred dollars. She had found an apartment, still in Florida, just 50 miles further from Daddy.Sighing, she walked into the bathroom and rinsed her hair. Looking at it in the mirror, she smiled. She looked different already with the blond hair. Only if someone got close enough to look at her eyes would they recognize the unique gray with purple specs. However, she knew no one would be getting close.Adding toner, she went back to the bed and worked on her cover. In a matter of a few days, she would become Alexandria, an out of school, out of academy rookie. She had already talked to the chief of police and he had secured her position on the squad. He had asked for her to come in for the interview, but as soon as she said she was highly contagious, he just let her pass.As the days passed and she finally transformed herself to look completely different, she noticed the news only getting hungrier for a lead on her disappearance. Shaking her head, she started to doubt this idea. However, she stayed with it, knowing she just had to get away.As Friday came, she got dressed in the uniform that was sent over to her. It was a tight fit and she would talk to the chief on that, but it worked for now. Getting on her Harley, making sure the helmet was on, she started the beautiful bike and went off towards work.Pulling out front of the station, she took a deep breath and took the helmet off. She saw a few people looking at her, but she really didn't care. Made her nervous as hell, but didn't care. She strides up to the door and pulls it open, helmet under her arm and a small bag at her back. She walks with confidence, her head high, knowing that she looks good, knowing that she could own this place.Stepping up to the chiefs office, she knocks and waits until she hears a meek, 'Come in.' Walking into the office, she saw there was two men there, however the younger one soon left the two alone. "Miss Alex Kramer, reporting for duty sir." She offered her hand for a shake, to have it received with an equal firm shake."Good, you already are going to be put to your test, Alex. Let's go find your partner and he brief you."She nodded her head and said, "Yes sir. First though, Can I get down to the lockers, Put my helmet away. And do you think I could get a bigger uniform?" She looked him in the eyes and waited for an answer."Lockers sure, uniforms, not until Monday. Sorry." He gave a look of sorry and led her down to the womens lockers. "I am sure you will like it here, Alex. The station, while small is like a big family. We are all really close."She smiled and put her helmet in a locker as she reached it and then her bag, pocketing her keys though. "I am glad. Those usually are the best stations to work for." She grimaced as she made a minor slip and hoping he wouldn't realize. As she walked out, she said, "Shall we go find my partner?" She gave him a smile, not really looking him in the eyes for long."Yeah, Valen better be around here. He was the one who had left my office when you came in." As the short stocky man got to the main room, he shouted, which sounded more like a boom, "Valen," As the guy popped his head up, the two started walking towards him. "Valen, this is Alex Kramer. Be nice. She isn't one of your drive by partners." As John gave him a warning look, he walked back towards his office, leaving the two to stand in awkward silence.Alex soon broke that silence and said, "So, what is this case we are working on?" Edrick "Rick" ( Valen had known when he was told that he was receiving a new partner but not told who it was that he was not going to like it. When the Chief walked in the same morning he was to get his new partner and slapped a file with a rookie, and not only a rookie but a female rookie on his desk he lost it. "What is this shit Chief, you know I don't work with women," he said as he slammed the door close and tossed the folder on the chiefs desk causing a landslide of papers to cascade into the chief's lap."Dammit Rick, You know the City Council is getting tired of that attitude, hell you made the last one cry," John said as he straightened the papers. "It was out of my hands it comes down from the mayor you get a new Female partner and if she leave because of you then you follow," he said looking dead in Rick's eyes. "If that is it I will play nice but don't expect me to go out of my way to be nice, I won't do anything I wouldn't do for a male partner," he said as he turned at the opening of the door and spotting the female at it. Turning away from her Rick went to his desk.As he reached down into the bottom drawer of his desk pulling out a medicine bottle with the label marked out he took a deep drag from it before returning it. Other had smelled it in the past as some thought it was booze but it was a herbal extract one that helped him keep his condition under control and right now he could feel the urges welling up inside him even as the burn of the wolves-bane filled his belly. It was not strong enough to hurt him only weaken the beast hiding beneath his skin. Just as he was putting the bottle back he heard the chief bellowing out his name as he rose back up.He bit is tongue as the young girl that he had to have at least fifteen years on walked up in a indecently tight uniform along side the chief. If not for the stern look he would have thought she was a stripper, but he knew better as it was a ploy trying to get him to sign his own pink slip. "Well Miss Kramer we are working on the biggest case in the area right now," he said as he slapped down their copy of the Monet case file which bore a picture that was a few years old on the cover. "Not that they think she is in the area, my money is on her turning up in Vegas with some loser husband," he said trying to break the ice. She rolled her eyes at her new partner and looked at the folder. "Alex, not Miss Kramer." The picture they had of her made her snicker inside. It was from a case she had solved the prior year and she was showcased with an award for catching the creep. Sighing, she glanced up at him but then back down at the file.Shaking her head, she said, "I don't think that is like her. I mean, what would her motives be? Her family said there was no one of importance in her life besides her job." She bite at her tongue, knowing that most of the people she had commanded over thought she was a butch. They thought she was a lesbian, if she even dated at all.Then again, she had learned the hard way. When working in this field, it was wise to not get involved. One day that person could be a suspect, that person could be dead, or worse you could be shot down. Sighing, she shook her head again.She closed the file and tossed it back to him. "Honestly, there is not enough information to even decide if she was kidnapped. Maybe I..." She paled and quickly recovered, "She was just running away from Daddy and his money. Can you imagine everything you want handed to you on a silver platter? Wouldn't it get old over time?" She was hoping he didn't catch her slip or even put any thought to it if he had.Nibbling at her lower lip, she looked at her new partner. She could tell she was not wanted, could tell she was not welcome. She wondered what this guy had wrong with females and knew his behavior wouldn't be tolerated at her station. But then, this wasn't her station, wasn't even her jurisdiction. Not as Jasmine anyways. "Listen here Kramer, I was being nice by adding the miss," he said as he looked at her after listening to her ideas of what had happened. "Now as much as I enjoy your Ideas on what happened, I am not really interested in the "hardships" of being born with a silver spoon in your mouth," he said as he looked her over, she didn't really give off the look of money but then it was not always written on the person."And you may be right but there is no way you could have looked over the file that quick," he said as he moved in stepping up to her. "So you either have a friend on another force or know something about this either way we will have to talk about this later I have a call with a C.I.," he said before turning away.He left her there and went to one of the conference rooms and locked the door as he pulled out his call book and looked up the number before picking up the phone. He dialed the number and waited for the phone to be picked up on the other side and once it was he said," Put Vinny on NOW." He heard some yelling and cussing but nothing out that wasn't common for Vinny's place. "What is it now Rick, I got some friends over," Vinny said as he came on the phone. "Those same friends that have out standing warrants, you know that is enough for me to pull your C.I. status," Rick said back as he waited to here Vinny's response. "You know I don't hang out with people like that," Vinny said but Rick could hear him sweating ," Still no word on anyone even trying to Kid nap the princess, she was to connected." "Yeah keep looking and I will keep those checks coming," Rick said before slamming the phone down. He knew he could hassle all the other C.I.s on his list but it would do no good there was no one with enough clout to steal away Jasmine Monet from her daddy.As he walked out of the conference room he hollered, "Kramer come on lets go we have some leads to check out," he said as moved towards the front of the main room. He stopped waiting for her to catch up as he flipped through his black book trying to find someone who would do Fake Ids that he could check with, most of those contacts were either up at state or Retired. Alex winced at his words. He was right, she had read the file way to fast. Shaking her head, she watched him look her over as she said, "Well I don't think I really need to as apparently we don't have anything for the reason of her disappearance. Or are you telling me the news is lying?" She looked back over the folder and the pictures of her room. Frowning, she pulled two out and said, "Did you see this?"She looked up to see him gone. Sighing, she made note to how there was void in her closet, knowing she had fucked up there. Oh well, she knew mistakes happened and knew to keep quiet about it. Lost in her own thoughts, studying the file, she barely heard his words.She looked up to see him waiting for her. Sighing, she closed the file and followed him out of the station. "Who is the lead?" She looked at him again and shook her head. "And know, you won't be able to scare me away." She smirked at him before getting into the passenger of the squad car. Buckling her seat belt, she waited for him, wondering why he didn't like females per sey. "The Lead as you say is a old counterfeiter," he said as he gave her a head to toe look over. "As for trying to scare you away, I might be trying but that is only because I can't stand when you fresh off the farm recruits come in an get pushed into detective standings without taking the time to work your way up the ranks," he said only stopping to catch his breath. "I spent six years on the beat and another two undercover before making detective, what makes you so capable," he said looking at her just as he had the other wondering if she would leave running as the last who had asked that same question had.Not that he didn't like women, hell he loved working with them it gave him something to look at on stake outs. He hated working with rookies who he had to spend time training on how to be a cop on the streets cause they were still wet behind the ears. "Wow at least you haven't gone running yet, You have one up on that little princess who's daddy probably yelled at her causing her to run from him," he said trying to change the subject. She rolled her eyes again and huffed at his comment. "Let me get you two minutes in the ring, I bet I could get you running." She grinned at him as he looked over her. "I bet anything that you never would know what to do with a woman if you saw one."She made her way to the passenger side of the car and got in, waiting for him. She ignored his last comment, not wanting to blow her cover. She didn't have anything to prove to him and nothing she wanted to prove. "Running? Is that what you think she did?" She looked over him as he followed her, wondering what made this one so special within the ranks to keep him. He let the two jabs at him go as he gained a slit respect for the fresh meat, even if she was a little green for his taste. "Until there is word other wise my gut says she is running from daddy, course with as domineering of a father wouldn't you run too," he said as he slid into the car shutting the door as he pulled the keys from his pocket. As he slid the key in the ignition and started the car he said, "I will say this now and when we stop, let me do the talking if you piss these guys off we will learn nothing."He took the long way down to the strip mall that he and a few other officer knew was a front for random criminal groups. The only reason they let it be was that it was a neutral zone where problems could be settled without blood shed. As he pulled into the parking lot he saw at least four different runs going into shops to tell their bosses that the cops were here. "Don't stare at anyone and don't say a thing unless I tell you to or we may end up shit creek without a paddle, got it," he said as he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at his face as he said it. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Again, you need evidence, without it, you can't close the case." She listened to his warning and mentally rolled her eyes. She would play along for now. That was until someone did something to piss her off. Edrick was getting there fast too, just a matter of time before he got the blunt of why she was so good.As they reached a stop where apparently her new partner had his informant, she waited for him to say anything else, knowing he was.And she was right. Looking into her eyes, she smiled and leaned in closer, "Just quit treating me like shit and I bet I could prove you wrong in more ways then you think." She pulled away from him, pulling his hand away from her chin and looked out the window at a few males. "Besides, you put me down around these guys and you will be on your ass." She unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car, walking around to his side, waiting for him to lead the way. Rick snorted at her as she got out and as he watched her walk around the car he caught himself growling at her, it was low and deep from the back of his throat not enough for someone to hear but enough that he felt its vibrations along his jaw. He was going to have to put her in her place but she was right it wouldn't be in front of these guys they are old school, they types he had grown up around. Taking a moment to put on his best game face he let her wait as he watched the lower level enforcers show up at the doors or just out side some of the businesses they were just their to slow down the cops if it was a raid like so much cannon fodder. He grabbed his knee as he thought of cannon fodder and his old wound acted up, it was all in his head but then having a leg tore off at the knee by a cannon ball is not something someone forgets, even it was almost a hundred and fifty years ago that it happened.Shaking his painful walk down memory lane off he opened the door and stepped out of the car shooting her a quick glance to let her know it wasn't over yet as he moved head to the social center a community center in the middle of the businesses that acted as a meeting area for the old men and women who ran the organized crime in the area. As they entered the lower level enforcers that had been out side the businesses followed them in hovering as if they expected trouble. Rick payed them no mind as he waved to a few of the older bosses calling out to them in their own tongues first Chinese then Korean and even Russian before he headed to the table in the far back corner where a group of mixed men sat around it."Greetings guys and how is retirement doing," he said as he pulled a empty chair from a near by table which almost got a response from one of the people at the table til he saw the badge then turned away like they weren't their. "What do you want this time Valen, need another passport for some Asian woman," Said a bear of a man with a Russian accent so bad his w's sounded like v's, like some sort of bad Bond villain. "Not this time Peirto, one new woman is enough for me," He said as he nodded towards his new partner before saying, " I need to know if their have been any new papers passing through the area, I know yall are still verifying some of the documents." "No No, All papers on computer now no need people to read them," a Small frail looking Chinese man said as he shook his head sending a long black cue swinging from side to side. "He is right they only need one person in the area if the papers are high end and then it wouldn't be us anymore there is a new group of white boys doing it out at the college," said another gentle man who looked to younger than the others at the table."So Frankie you know where I can find these college boys or are they to tight for me to get to them," Rick asked the younger man at the table who all though a high member of the Irish contingent in the area he was the odd man out here and getting dirty looks from the rest. "Nah got no Idea," Frankie said with a deep Irish accent as he blushed and looked at his tiles. "Alright guys thanks for the info and I will see yall Saturday for a game," he said getting up from the table and returning his chair to where it had been as he said to Alex, "Come on Rookie we are out of here." With out looking back to see if anyone did anything at the table or was following them he left and returned to the car sitting down be hind the wheel and pulling out a cigarette from the glove box and sticking it in his mouth but not lighting it. She waited as he just sat in the car, unsure why he didn't get out right away. But as he did, she eased up a little and followed him into a building. She listened silently as he talked with a few people, her eyes wandering as she did. At the mention of college boys, she perked a little though it barely showed.She noticed her partner stand and made a mental note of Saturday, whatever game that may have been. She would ask at a later time, she knew that. As he told her to come on, she kept her lips shut until they reached the door. "Name is Alex, get it right Valen." She moved past him and towards the car, getting into the passenger side before he even reached the vehicle. She knew the college boys, knew she was screwed if she went in there to face them. Heck, she knew she was screwed either way as she left behind a pair of underwear with one of the guys.She wasn't proud of what she had to do to get her papers, but knew what was done was done. She would never get that lacy pair of pink boy shorts, she knew that much, she just hoped she could keep her identity in the process.As they finally reached the place where the boys lived, she looked up at one of the windows. "I will stay out here as you go in," She said as she noticed one of the boys looking down at her. She frowned slightly, though it was wiped from her face before he could see. She stepped out of the car and looked around the neighborhood, waiting for Valen to either question her or go and meet with these boys. Either way, she could be screwed and knew it now. Rick left the Cigarette there through out the drive seemingly content with just letting it hang from his lips as he drove. Something was wrong there was something making his nose itch and it wasn't his partners perfume though she did smell good enough to eat. Why did these things always have to happen so close to the full moon. "Good, call me on the radio if you need anything," he said as he took the hand held out of the charging cradle and clicked it on calling them out at their location.He spit the cigarette out on the ground crushing it under his foot, some would say it was a waste but he had personally threaded each cigarette in the pack with a horse hair down the center. It was a old trick he had learned in one of his former lives. The knowledge and memory of the stench that had stayed in his nose for five days was enough to make him not want a smoke but the action still helped him mull things over. Breaking from his thoughts as he found their door he didn't waste the time knocking to risk making to much noise kicking he simply reached down and lifted the hem of his pants pulling the bowie knife from the sheath in his combat boot.With practiced ease he had the door jimmied open and was in and down the hall way into the living room with his gun drawn and hanging from around his neck before they three punks on the couch could even swallow the bites of pizza they had in their mouths. "Cops Hands up or I say you were resisting and shot you in the nuts," he said taking aim at the couch his laser light casting a red dot on the crotch of the center boy. In unison they raised their hands. "I am not here to bust your business and it will stay that way if you tell me what I want to know got it," he said as he looked each of the three in the eyes, the last choking on his food as he looked over Rick's right shoulder.Even as he heard the click of the revolver in his ear as the snub nose was pressed to the base of his skull he was pressing the backside of the four inch bowie knife into the crotch of the fourth boy. "Try it punk and I can say for sure you won't survive the night, either from the blood lose or my revenge," he said as he looked over his shoulder at the one who must be the leader of the group as he didn't look like the brains, those three on the couch must be them and the "Muscle" was pressed against his head. He let his eyes flash a deep amber causing the boys eyes to go wide with shock and that was all the opening Rick needed. With a roll of his shoulder he knocked the gun from his head as he brought the knife up and down again connecting the steel pommel to the bosses temple.Slipping the knife between his belt and pants he snatched the gun from the sweaty hands of the leader of this joke of a criminal enterprise. "You know if you had shot me I would had to quit for letting a bunch of pantie waste like you four actually shooting me, plop your butt on the couch before I make a similar mark on your other temple," Rick said as his nose seemed to almost throb with a itch. "The Monet girl what do you know about her," he said as he glared at the one who was rubbing his temple."She is a good lay and likes boy shorts," he boss said as he reached down under the couch, Rick's laser light lighting up his chest as he came up. Rick had expected a weapon of some sort not a pair of pink lace boy shorts. "We don't keep records but I do keep trophies maybe you can jerk off to these you fucking pig," he said as he tossed them at Rick. "But I was going to trade those to our connection for some free smoke," One of the three brains said as Rick snatched the panties out of the air. He didn't have to smell them as her scent was wafting from them like it had been filling the car all day. "Tell Vinny Rick said you were friends," he said as he turned stuffing the snub nose in one pocket as he stuffed the panties in another. "I will be seeing you boys again and next time might want to bathe unless you want me mad and clean this sty up," he said as turned and walked out of their place slamming the door behind him.Pulling his phone out he brought redialing Vinny glade when Vinny answered, "Vin the college kids gave me the package make sure you give them a good one in return and you will be given a big bonus this month," he said hanging up the phone as he neared the car. "Lets go Kramer time to get some lunch, Hope hot dogs are alright with you," he said as he got in his side of the car his brown eyes flecked with a deep amber. She was worried when he went up there, worried about her whole life going down the drain at the drop of a pin. She waited there in the car, watching for any life as he went up to the boys apartment. She was nibbling on her lower lip, a terrible habit she had when she was nervous, waiting on him to come, hoping the boys kept to their word and not told a soul she was there.As she saw him come back out, she looked for any sign of hatred, any sign to clue her in on what they might have told him. However, he was stone. Nothing could read from him, and it scared her shitless. She nodded her head to the lunch idea and asked, "They say anything?" She looked at him for his answer.She kept her eyes on him even though she was looking him over, trying to read him. She noticed the small change in eye color but didn't think anything of it. Mentally, she prayed that her cover was not blown, prayed that she could remain lost to her father. "Nothing much to say the leader does the foot work and the work is divided between the three and they don't keep records another dead end," he said to her guessing on the situation as he had seen it before. He pulled into the drive through of a ragged looking place as he said," Don't let the looks through you off this is the best hot dog place in a thousand miles." "Two beef plain and three Beef Chili cheese with extra cheese and onions," he said into speaker as he pulled up and it replied, "Sure thing Rick, got some fresh meat with you," "Yeah Alice her first day," he said as he grinned at her, "Trust me you want to have plain your first time then you can mix it up later."Alice was one of the few of his kind he trusted but then he had known her for seventy years and she was the same now as she had been back on that night. As they pulled around a buxom blond hung from the window with a tray ready. "Odd you you bringing a new one here on the first day,"She said as he handed Rick the tray and took the money from him not bothering to give change as he wouldn't take it from her. "Yeah I ain't having any good luck today I was hoping these would make me feel better, Any way got to head back out," He said giving her a wink that he knew she would get as a cue to cover for him if anyone came asking.He sat the tray on the dash and drove a bit to a open field under by a bridge, that had been a flood plain for a river before they had re routed the river. "Dig in these are premium all beef franks and the best homemade mustard in the US," he said as he picked up his three and began scarfing them down with out getting a drop of chili or cheese on his shirt though it covered his hands. Sucking his fingers clean he started digging for a rag, finally puling the pink silk boy shorts out of his pocket and placing them on the console between them as he looked at her. "Did you want these back Ms. Monet," he said in a cold voice as he wiped his fingers with a napkin. She smiled as he told her it was a bust. Thankful that nothing was said or remembered. Looking out the window, she said, "Well what do you think happened now?" She was curious about his opinion, curious about what he was thinking about the whole situation.As they pulled up to hot dog joint, she looked at him, a little worried about the place but nodded her head anyways. "I will trust you this once." She said, listening as he placed the order. The grin he gave her was a little offsetting and the first she had gotten all night. It was then she knew something was up, he wasn't telling her something and she started to worry about what it could be.She looked across the field he had pulled up in and chuckled as she saw him eat, managing only to eat one of her hot dogs. Shaking her head, she watched as he pulled something out from his pocket, thinking ti was something to wipe his hands on. Seeing what it really was, she paled and shook her head, "I don't know what you are talking about, the name is Kramer not Monet." She looked out the window at that point, clearly worried even though she was trying to hide it. "Don't fucking lie to me these reek of your scent I should know it well enough I have been smelling you all day," he said as he lifted the panties waving them at her. "You can't lie to my nose," he said as he tossed them at her. He was fuming and knew he was close to losing control as he could feel his fingers itching as he knew his talons were almost ready to sprout. Grabbing the collar of her tight shirt he pulled her over the console and out of the car."Now you know their is a reward for the capture of the person or persons responsible for you disappearance Ms Monet," he said as he slammed her down chest first into the hood of the car. "Now as much as I would like that reward I want to know why you are running from your daddy," he said as he pressed his crotch into her the beast inside responding by causing his cock to harden against her ass. "You can tell me or everyone who helped you will be hunted down and arrested," he said into her ear as he pressed his body against hers the beast in him responding more and more as it thought of her as prey. She yelped as she was dragged out of the car. Being pushed on the hood of it didn't help matters for her paranoia of going back to her father. "Fine, you caught me, but I won't tell you shit." She felt him harden and gulped. In ways he was turning her on, in ways he was scaring her. She was lost at whether to scream or moan.Shaking her head as best she could, she whispered, "It was just me, I went to the boys for the new papers, got them too cheap in my opinion." She closed her eyes and laid her head down on the hood. "I ran away because I couldn't deal with it any longer. He was making me quit my dream to work beside him. I couldn't do that." She looked back at him, wanting to see his reaction. "What does it matter to you anyways?" She struggled against his hands, feeling his true strength for the first time. He listened to her as he felt the thrum of power as he knew the moon was full over his back but the sun light that was turning golden in the east. As she said she was trying to escape her father he looked at her in shock. It had been for a similar reason that he was the way he was now, it had been on the cusp of the civil war when his father had become a general and asked him to take up arms and be one of his lieutenants, but he had thought that the north was right and in the end had joined with the Yankees when they fought his own father. It had been after the battle that his father had died in that he left the army and wandering in the dark swamps he had come across a pack of wolves."It matters because I can understand you reason, in some ways but you were sloppy," he said looking down at her. "I need a partner I can trust and who listens and obeys and you need your old life to die," he said as he moved back from her letting her up. "I will clean up your loose ends if those four are truly the only ones then we can deal with making Ms. Monet pass from this world," he said as he held his hand out towards her. She was baffled as he let her go, offered to make her old life just fade in the light. As he moved off her, she stayed where she was, trying to make right of what just happened. "So you want someone to trust? Why couldn't you find someone before?" She turned to look at him, sitting on the edge of the hood.She looked down as she thought about him understanding her running away. But what could he be running from? She looked towards the sky and smiled. "Deal, but tell me, what are you running from?" She looked back at him, her eyes meeting his. He would be able to see the uniqueness of her eyes then, but only because she let him.She looked down at his hand and thought about what was happening. Yeah, she could live as a rookie once more, live in the dingy hotel for a few more days. Taking the hand, she smiled up at him and nodded her head. She would trust him without asking to many question. "A Monster that makes your father seem like a boy scout," he said as he reached in the car and grabbed the microphone. "This is Victor Allen 3 4 we are off duty and Officer Kramer has the vehicle for the night," he said into the mic before letting up on the button and hearing, "10 4 Victor Allen 3 4 All noted." He reached in returning the mic to its clip before shutting the radio off and saying, " I want you to take the car home tonight and pack up anything you have from your old life in a suit case and meet me back here in the morning."Pulling a duffel bag out of the trunk he handed her the keys and said, "Make sure you tell no one about this and that the car doesn't get a scratch or they will doc both our salaries for the next year." Hefting the bag over his shoulder he headed towards the trees on the other side of the flood plain. He stopped half way their looking back at her and wondered just what it was about her that was making him willing to do this. "Obviously not that big of one if you are willing to trust someone you don't know." She said as she watched him walk to the car and talk into the radio. Hearing she was off for the night, she gratefully unbuttoned her uniform top, exposing a white tank underneath.She nodded her head and said, "Don't think I would anyways." She smiled and watched as he grabbed a duffel bag from the trunk. She looked down and then back up to him as he came closer. She smiled and said, "Will be here." She smiled and grabbed his arm, pulling him back before he could get to far. Reaching up on her toes, she kissed his cheek and whispered, "Thank you."She turned on her heels and got into the car, watching him as he walked across the field. When she could no longer see him again, she started the car and drove off towards the hotel, stopping only briefly for dinner.Through the night, she got everything packed up and into the car.Early the next morning, she was up before the sun had even touched the horizon and waiting for him with a cup of coffee. She was sitting on the hood of the car, sipping at her own cup. Her eyes scanned the field, waiting for what, she had no idea. But she had a feeling it wasn't going to be the same after yesterday. Rick waited tell she was gone before pulling out the pack of cigarettes in the bag and tacking one out and lightening it. As he took a deep drag of the caustic smoke he took off his shoes as he came to terms with what he was planning and set out to do his dirty deed. Leaving the bag behind as he made sure to mark his trail with a spray bottle from his bag.As the sun rose Rick found himself naked covered in mud and blood with that taste in his mouth, it was unlike any other taste. In less than five minutes he was back to his bag taking his kit out cleaning himself off and putting the wipes in a can along with a small amount of thermite. Stepping back as he dressed in a older pair of jeans and t shirt he watched the evidence of his deeds go up in smoke before taking up his bag. He knew that it would be hours before the dogs would be out here searching and he also knew they would avoid his scent, he had made sure of that.Slipping his shoes back on he made his way to the field where he was glad to see she was waiting. He didn't say anything to her at first he just turned the radio and called in. "Victor Allen 3 4 to base," he said which was answered with, "Base here go ahead Victor Allen 3 4." Shit he thought as he recognized the chiefs voice. "Victor Allen 3 4 calling on duty any situations we need a prized of," he said only to have the Chief say, "There was a Double B at the apartments on Hillside but Hendricks and Thomas have it are yall going on duty." "10-4 We are going to Mathewsville to follow a lead and will be back this afternoon," he said to which the chief said, "noted drive safe and I want to see yall here before swing leaves." "10-4 Victor Allen 3 4 out," he said before setting the mic back down."You heard that," he said not waiting for her response before saying, " A Double B is our term of a blood bath or multiple homicide and I know for sure it was a Blood bath and you know the address the same place we were yesterday." As he spoke he moved closer to her even though he had wiped his body down less than ten minutes before with scented baby wipes his thick musky scent was covering him like a aura. Grabbing the coffee he stepped back from her downing most of it in one chug before saying, " You don't have to worry about them telling anyone else your secret or me as you know no one of mine." He finished the coffee before turning back to her his cock aching in his pants as all he could smell was her scent. She noticed something different in him as he came up from the woods. What it was, she wasn't sure. She listened as he called in to the base and heard of the blood bath. Instinct told her that he was involved, yet any more she wasn't sure what she could be sure of.She smiled and nodded, "Noted." She looked him over then, trying to place the difference. "Everything okay?" She asked. already seeing the look in his eyes. She caught his scent and closed her eyes. Soon enough, she knew she would grow to stand it with out some reaction but now it was just too strong for her. She watched as he downed the coffee and then offered her own. "Want mine too?" She smiled as she asked before take another sip of it.Secrets. Yes, thats what brought them to trust each other wasn't it. Looking down, she whispered, "And what is your secret? You never told me." She didn't have ask what he did to keep her secret hidden and the prospect of her partner being a murderer was a bit of a turn on in it's own way. She looked up to him, her eyes matching his as she waited for him to tell her. He took her coffee when offered not that it or the other lessened the taste of blood in his mouth, and human blood tasted like no other. In a flash he was on her pinning her down to the hood of the car his golden eyes staring into hers as the face that had been clean shaven a second ago now looked as if it hadn't been shaved in days. "You want to know my secret," he growled at her as his canines stretched out as his finger nails lengthened into claws. "Its not that I killed those four punks, or even that I enjoyed it but that I did it in the form of a seven foot tall werewolf and am even now digesting some of their flesh," He said as he let his feted breath wash over her face."Now I am going to claim what is mine," he said as he flipped her over holding her down with one clawed hand in the back of her neck as he ripped open the back of her pants grinning at the sight of her boy shorts. "These do frame your ass nicely," he said as he pulled his hard cock from the confines of his pants and let it rub along the curves of her ass. She was surprised when he held her to the hood of the car, but was even more shocked by his confession. She accepted him though, just as he did with her. "And you think that is going to scare me away?" She smiled, though she did admit to herself that it did scare her, just a twinge.As he ripped her pants she groaned and asked, "And how are you going to explain my only uniform being ripped?" She smiled, not really caring as he mentioned the underwear. About to say something, it slipped her mind as he pulled his cock out of his pants. He was bigger then she was used to, smelled better even if he did have that blood smell lingering. She let out a small moan. She wanted him to, but the question was if he was actually going to. She knew she was at his hands, knew he could ruin her within seconds. No one would ever believe her if she came out with his secret.Then his words really sank into her.Claim what is mine.She groaned at the choice of words and whispered, "Then what's holding you back?" She looked back at him, her eyes having a twinkle in them, the lust apparent as well. He ignored her question about the uniform figuring her would buy her a few pairs of pants and some fitting shirts since he was a plain clothes he still had his patches at the house. As she said whats holding hims back he growled and reached down tearing out the crotch of her panties as he pulled his hips back. Grabbing her waist he lifted her hips from the hood of the car and slammed all eight inches of his length into her. She was tight but most women were tight when his aspect of the wolf was upon him, not that it increased his size that much but it heightened his senses.Grunting in her ear he pounded hard and deep into her as he pressed her body to the hood of the car with his. He fought against the beast within him that told him to feast on her flesh or at least mark her with his bite as he knew that even that would pass the curse on. He had learned that some time back with Alice, she had forgiven him for leaving her alone but not for the curse. As he slammed into her, she winced a little in pain but that pain was gone as he kept fucking her. After a few thrusts, she started pushing back against him, her hips making him go even deeper. Moaning, she looked at him. The look in his eye made he come over his cock. Her juices mixing with the virginal blood and her pussy walls squeezing around his cock.Her eyes slipped closed as her body shook a little. As the orgasm started to ease off, she was again close to coming again as he kept going. "God, Edrick!" She moaned as she looked back at him, smelling the sex around them, mixing with his scent and the blood on his breath. He felt her clenching down around his shaft and felt his cock throb at the knowledge she had come so quickly. It was not til he heard her call it name that the scent hit him, feminine blood and not menstrual blood. He let out a deep growl as he pounded his cock into her harder knowing that he was the first to lay claim to her. "You are mine and soon my scent will be on you," he growled into her ear as he accented each word with a deep hard thrust.He felt his balls churning and knew that he would fill her although unsure if his curse would pass on through a mating like this. Lore and experience told him that it was possible to not pass the curse onto the child but it took a lot of precautions. His momentary train of thought was thrown from the tracks by the waves of orgasmic bliss he was feeling as he was filling her tight pussy with his seed. He let out a deep roar as he pressed himself deep into her as the rest of his balls emptied into her. She moaned again as he kept up with his hard thrusts into her aching pussy. It felt good, and yet it hurt. A pain that she was surprisingly starting to like and get pleasure from. She nodded her head slightly to his statement and pushed back against him again as he started coming inside her. She felt his warm seed starting to spill down her thighs and knew she was going to have to have him again.As his orgasm calmed down and the high from her own faded, she asked, "Still think you don't need me as a partner?" She smiled, though her eyes had slipped closed. "Oh with a ass as tight as that I definitely need you as a partner specially if you will let me back in it time and time again," he said teasing her by pushing into her with his slowly softening cock. Pulling it back and out he slid of the hood as he gathered up his pants as he said," sorry about the pants but I know a place near Mathewsville that sells uniforms, the real reason we were going that way." Grinning went and dug into his bag and pulled out a pair of sweat pants and tossed them to her."Put those on and we will get going," He said as he got into the car checking the gas as he turned the key. Next thing he checked was his wallet making sure he had enough cash for the gas and other things they might need. He sighed as he knew he would have to stop by his place before they left if not just for a shower as he could smell himself and now her sex on him, he didn't know about her sense of smell but he did know that he couldn't stand his smell all night. She smiled at him and worked on getting the sweats on. Sitting on the hood of the car, while doing so, she asked, "So why didn't you like your previous partners?" She was using small talk to keep from thinking about the sex they just had. She wanted more from him, wanted another repeat and it scared her, went against her own rules for the job.After getting dressed once again, she had to hold the pants up on her hips as she was much smaller then he was. Though she wasn't complaining as it felt like he was wrapped around her and in a way made her feel safer. Shaking the thoughts of any sort of relationship coming from thing out of her mind, she got into the passenger side of the car and looked at him.She smelt like him, smelt like sex and mostly, smelt like blood. The first was okay and could pass as being partners, the other two were harder to explain and knew had she caught two partners doing what they just did, both be suspended and tore apart. To have feelings on this job was not a good thing to have, especially for your partner. Sure, being close is great, but so close that she would have sex with them was forbidden... until now. Sighing, she was battling that own war inside her head as she watched him check everything out. He laughed a little as he watched her get in while holding the pants up. "We can try and find you something that fits better at my house cause I need a bath before spending to long confined in this car," he said as he started the car and headed the short distance to his house. It was one of the reasons he had chosen that spot, just in case she didn't show he wouldn't have far to walk to get home.He pulled the car into his drive way and around back. As he stepped from the car he told her, " come on this is where you will be once we clear things up a bit and make sure no one is watching." He unlocked and entered the back door and began stripping leaving his clothes scattered through the house as he stripped down to nothing. "There is some juice and sodas in the fridge I won't be long," he hollered as the turned the shower on. His House was a small three bed room with one room as storage another as a home office and the master as his. Old police files lay scattered around the house some from cases almost forty years old. She smiled as she noticed his place wasn't far from where they were just moments ago. It proved that he did in fact think things through. She entered the small house and watched as he stripped down. Her eyes roamed over his body, not even caring if he noticed. He had a nice body, that was a definite. Sighing, she asked, "Well do I get a shower too or do I have to walk around with your smell all day?"She grinned knowing that if she had to do that, she would be jumping his bones by the time the shift was over. Not waiting for an answer, she let the pants fall down her hips and stepped out of them. Following him into the bathroom, she stripped off her uniform top and the matching bra to her ruined underwear.Stepping into the bathroom, she got into the shower behind him and smiled. He dominated the small shower, but she didn't care as she sneaked under the head and the water poured down her toned body. Droplets of water dripped from her hard nipples and the metal rings lacing through them. It wasn't something she was proud of. A drunken night, a dare from her best friend and she had woken up the next day with both of her nipples pierced.Her eyes closed as she let the water run through her hair, pushing her breasts out in the process. "So what exactly are we doing to be in the car for so olng?" She asked, blindly thinking about what had happened and what it meant for their work relationship. "Well the smart ass answer is seeing now long it takes me to tire of toying with these," he said as he reached out and grasped the nipple rings giving them a light pull up, just enough to raise the nipple slightly. "The real answer is going to Mathewsville, they do keep track of our millage and we said we were going there today," he said as he continued to hold the rings taunt as he smiled at her. Releasing the rings he let his hands fall down to her hips as he pulled her close his hard cock pressing into her belly as he did."You knew this would happen if you came in here," he said as he lifted her up forcing her legs around his waist as he rocked his hips forward causing his hard cock to slip into her pussy as pressed her back to the tile wall. He was slightly less than he had been this morning but then the aspect of the wolf was fading from him. He worked himself slowly into her depths taking her more gently as he lowered his head licking and sucking on her nipples. He teasingly tugged on her nipple rings as he sunk his cock deep into her as the water pured oved them as he slowly pounded her against the tile wall. She gasped as he pulled on her nipple rings. She looked up at him and nodded her head. "So no real reason?" She smiled at him as he played with her nipple rings. As he released them, she let out a soft moan. "God,, how is it you are so damn good?" She asked, her voice husky with a need that she had never felt before. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kept her eyes on his. "Still horny I see.""So what if I did? I needed a shower just like you." She grinned and wrapped her legs around his waist as he picked her up. As he slid his cock home, she moaned again. She noticed the slight shift in his size, but mentioned nothing because he was doing things to her body that she had never felt before.Her pussy was sore, just a little as he worked his cock inside her. She arched her back, feeling his mouth on her nipples. she moaned out his name as she enjoyed the change in pace. The fast fuck this morning was fucking hot, but this was even hotter as he was gentle with her and her body. Her hands laced through his hair, pulling his head back from her nipples. Before he got a chance to say anything her lips were on his, demanding a kiss. Her lips parted and her tongue sneaked past and swept across his. Giving in to her demanding lips as his hips gave that slow deep steady thrust against hers the water sprayed over them. He wasn't worried about running out of hot water as he had updated to a tankless water heater some time back since he loved his long hot showers after the change. His tongue meet hers and did its dance tasting hers as hers tasted his. Breaking the kiss he spoke in a deep growl like voice as he said, "With a hot little piece of tail like you around always."Stepping back from the wall he pulled out of her as he eased her to the ground before spinning her and pinning her chest against the wall. "But I want my smell to be the only one in you and if they didn't fuck yours sweet little pussy they had to have this tight little ass that is now mine," he said before slamming his cock deep into her asshole as he pinned her against the wall. As he began to rock slowly deep in her ass he almost laughed as he heard her nipple rings clicking on the tile wall of his shower. She moaned into his mouth, her hips meeting his as he made love to her. Yet, when he pulled away from her entirely, she pouted. Her eyes met his and grinned. "Then you should have no problem keeping me as your partner." She had meant it in more then on way, but the question was if he had caught it.She gave a small noise as he pulled from her warm snatch and pushed her against the wall. She was planning on staying his no matter what. He was already doing things she had never thought imaginable with her body, and she was loving it. "Please, no." She pleaded as he spoke of taking her ass. To her, that was disgusting. An area that should never be toyed with or anything.As she felt his cock enter her ass, she whimpered in pain. Tears began to fall from her eyes as she suddenly was turned off by his behavior. She whimpered as he rocked his cock in and out of her ass, knowing that it was starting to feel good. But damn, it hurt. She shook her head and heard the rings against the shower. "Please stop." She whispered, her voice ragged with lust, need and fear.Even as she pleaded for him to stop, she pushed back against his cock, pushing him into her even further. Biting her lip, she suppressed the moan that was wanting to come out. Amongst the pain she was feeling, she was starting to feel the pleasure as well. "Edrick, no." She whispered once more, knowing her pleas were being ignored. Pressing her to the wall with his body he reached up to the shower caddy and grabbed the lube he kept for masturbation from it and squirted a healthy dose down the crack of her ass. "You don't get to say no anymore," he said as he felt the cool lube hit his cock as he slowly worked it in and out of her ass. "You let at least one of those frat boys fuck you tight little ass. And now you say no to the one who will keep you from daddy as long as you play nice and be his little fuck toy," he said as he began to thrust harder and deeper into her."I don't think so slut you are my property each and every hole," he said as one hand slid around his fingers finding their way between her legs to her clit as his other hand found her flattened breast. "You know what happens when a human fucks a were," he said teasingly as he continued to work his length into her tight anus. "The human turns on the next full moon, so you are my Bitch now, got that," he said as grabbed one of her breast pulling her nipple ring taut. She felt the lube hitting her ass and his words stinging her ego. Shaking her head the best she could she whimpered, "They never touched my ass." She knew he was right with his words though. No matter what she said, he wouldn't believe her and he was her ticket out of the silver spoon society. She nodded her head meekly and let out a small moan.As his thrusts got harder and deeper, her ass got used to the invasion and it started to feel better. It was still a sick act in the back of her mind, but the more he fucked her, the more she began to like it. She looked back at him as he called her property and gulped. Shaking her head again, she wondered where the gentle lovemaking had gone, where Edrik had gone. Then she remembered that she really didn't even know this guy. He was just her savior and she was giving him the best thing she had to keep her secret. She really was a slut.She looked down as he mentioned the full moon and then tried to push him off of her. "You piece of ass. You knew this and you changed me into you! What the hell..." A moan erupted from her lips as he pulled on her nipple ring and her clit. Pushing against him, she wanted more and wanted to hurt him in the same aspect. Letting out a small growl, she whispered, "not over." She shuddered from the pleasure his hand was giving her and from his cock in her ass, knowing it wouldn't take much more to push her over the edge and into her second orgasm of the day. Sliding his first two finger along the sides of her clit he teased her nub as he kept from laughing at her gullibility. "My dear you are to easy to tease," He said as he released her nipple ring as he continued to work his length into her ass. "Do you really think I have turned every woman I have slept with in the last hundred and fifty years, There would be a lot more Werewolves it that was true," He said as he began to thrust harder and faster. "You won't change but you are fixing to have a ass full of my cum," he said as he began groaning more loudly.Thrusting deeply into her ass he released his seed into her bowels as he continued to rub her clit between his fingers. "You are still mine," He said as he ground his crotch against her ass, his breath hot on her ears. Stepping back he pulled himself from her ass as he watched to see if he would have to catch her so she did not fall to the tiled floor. She was lost for words as he kept his movements into her ass. Letting out a soft moan, she was glad that he wasn't changing her into him. She could handle the possession, but nothing against her will. As he said he was going to fill her, she pushed back against his cock, moaning as his fingers brought her another orgasm.Her body shook slightly, her ass tightening around his cock as she came around his fingers. She waved her hand in acknowledgment to his last statement. As he stepped back, she stood up, though on weak legs and turned to look at him. "Now, can I clean up?" She smiled and moved under the shower, running the water through her hair. Her breasts rose with the simple movement, showing off the slightly reddened nipples. Spinning her around he lifted her easily off the floor and pinned her back to the wall of the shower as he growled at her, "You will listen to me pet for I don't speak to hear my own voice." "It is just as easy for me to make you disappear and your former self to turn up somewhere," he said his voice rumbling with a growl as he looked at her with golden eyes."I am your master now and you live to please me first and for most, if that doesn't suit you let me know," he said setting her down before stepping out of the shower. Grabbing a bar of soap he scrubbed down real quick before washing off with a rag and leaving the room before he snapped at her again. He didn't know what it was but he wanted her to be his and his alone. Sitting on the bed he was shaking as he came down from the rush of the beast, he had never felt it that strong after sun rise. She was frightened as he turned her around and pushed her against the wall. His words hit home as she stood there watching him wash off and leave the bathroom.Pet? What the hell does he think I am? Some fucking possession?She fumed and finished washing her body. She got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body.Walking into the bedroom, his words rang through her mind.Pet, Master Live to please him first and for most.She frowned and looked at him. She could tell he was shaking and that he wasn't pleased. What had she done to get him this mad? How had she gotten into this position?She had heard of sex slaves before and normally she was the one catching the perverts who did this to people. And now... she was in the situation, not undercover and liking it. If only a little. Walking over to hm, she let the towel fall and straddled his hips. "Can we talk about what you said?" She wanted to know what he wanted, what her life was now. She owed him, owed him for helping her getting away from her father. He felt his lust rise as she dropped the towel and lowered herself to his leg. "I was hoping to have you as my lover, that is the whole reason I helped you," he said as he cupped her ass pulling her towards him. "But if it must me I will have you by force even if it is blackmail," he said as held her ass firmly in his hands."I was just a teenager when I was bitten a hundred and fifty something years ago," he said as he looked at her. "I don't want to force you to be with me but I will if I have to," he said as he rolled with her pinning her under him as he kissed her deeply. "So what will it be my dear will you willing submit to me or do I need to hold your past over you head," he said as he held her pinned to the bed under him. She look at him as he spoke, giving him the respect for that. She smiled as his hands found her ass. She didn't want to be forced into this, thinking she might be able to get away should she have to. Nodding her head, she asked, "What about the station? What of my life? Or will I be tied up here only to serve you?"She had limited knowledge on what he was asking of her, having only seen what she knew. She wanted to stay by his side, work with him and be in his bed. As she felt the bed at her back, she looked up at him, a little shocked. 150? He was that old? She nodded her head and said, "Lover, not pet. Lover not your slave." She hoped that he understood her uneasiness about those words and what she thought they meant. She kissed him back just as deeply as he had to show that she meant it. She wanted to be here, but not chained to a wall. "I am not immortal, but being a lycanthrope cause your cells to regenerate at a much higher rate causing the aging to slow down," he said as he looked at her. "Yes my lover, but I am not one to be all flowers and and holding hands," he said as he pressed his body against hers. "You left your life behind you," he said bluntly before continuing with, "At work we would still be partners and co workers, as for tying you up to my bed, only when you are a bad girl will I tie you up," he said with a wolfish grin.Raising up from her he hoped off the bed moving to a dresser where he grabbed a pair of draw stringed running shorts that had been left by a ex. "These should fit better," he said as he tossed the shorts at her. Bending over he grabbed a pair of jeans from the bottom drawer as well as a pair of socks. "I would like to know where we stand so I know how much more involved to get," he said as he slipped the pants on before returning to the sitting on the bed. She was relieved that he wanted lovers and not a woman to chain up. Nodding her head, she said, "I can handle that." She smiled.That smile disappeared as he stood up and walked to a dresser. Grabbing the shorts from mid air, she looked at him a bit confused. "These should yes." She shook the confusion from her face, realizing they were technically on the clock. As he bent over, she admired his body, and how well sculpted he was.Where they stood? She hadn't even thought of that. "I haven't ran yet." Was all she could say. She wanted him, but in a way she was afraid. Afraid of the unknown. She stood as he sat down and went to her bag. Fishing through it, she pulled a black pay of boy shorts out. Looking at the shorts, she decided against them and pulled a cream color pair of under out. Slipping them on, she turned to look at him and said, "Where do you want us to stand?"She walked back to the bed, slipping the shorts on as she did and sat on the bed next to him. "I want you to be mine,"He said rolling her once more on to her back save for his time his legs slipped between hers forcing them apart. Sliding his fingers along her inner thighs as he pressed his body to hers. "What do you say will you be my lover," he said as he pressed his fingers along her crotch.He was toying with her body as well as her emotions and he knew it but it was better than forcing her. "We can talk about it more on the road we have a long way to drive and need to get rolling if we are to be back before the chief leaves for the night," he said as he raised up hovering over her wondering if she would want to continue. She grinned as she found herself looking back up at him. A moan crept from her lips as he teased her, his words hitting her with impact. "Then I guess that's where we stand." She looked him in the eye and looked down his chest. "Lovers. But this could be more." She winked as he stood up from her body."Yeah yeah I know." She groaned and closed her eyes for a second. "What are we going to say about my uniform?" She opened her eyes and stood up. Heading back to her bag, she pulled a tank top out and slipped it over her head, her perky boobs pushing against the fabric. She would just tease him back for the teasing he had just done, she knew she could at least get him hard again, just when was the question. And could she successfully deny him release or even pleasure? Grabbing a shirt he watched her slip the tank top on and felt his cock throb at the sight. "There is a uniform shop that I was going to take you to to get you some correctly fitting uniforms," he said as he grabbed his wallet and keys from his other pants before slipping on his boots. "Come on lets get rolling," he said as he headed out towards the car.Stopping at the fridge he grabbed a few bottles of water as he stopped to ask," You want some water or soda for the trip." He looked at her and her hard nipples and thought about a second stop at the another shop out side of Mathewsville. Nodding her head, she said, "Guess that beats waiting until Monday." She slipped her tennis shoes on, carrying her own boots along side her as she was lead towards the kitchen. "I am already behind you,m slowpoke."She smiled and nodded her head towards the water, taking his bottles instead and heading out the door. "Meet you at the car." She yelled over her shoulder, swaying her ass a little more then was necessary to catch his attention.As she reached the car, she sat on the hood, one leg bent as her foot rests next to her ass. She took a sip of the water as she waited for him. Grinning as he watched her swaying her ass out the door he decided he would most assuredly have to make a few stops today. Opening the freezer section Rick pulled out a few rolls of cash sliding out the vials from the center of them before slipping them in his pocket. While it was not the safest place to keep cash most thieves wouldn't take the time to remove the vials, which contained a concentrate of Rick's musk that he could track anywhere. Slipping out the door he checked it to make sure it was locked before joining her at the car."You know we do have to make it out of the drive way," he said as he moved up close to her sliding his hand along her thigh. "If you are nice I will take you shopping once we are there,"he said as he broke away and made his way around the car. "Come on we have a hour and a half drive one way to get there," he said as he got in the car. Waiting for her to enter he started up the car and turned the air conditioning on as it was already turning into a sauna in side the dark interior of the cruiser. Pulling back out of his drive way he said, "Find a radio station to listen to, and something that plays a mix I can't stand to much pop," he said as he aim the car for the edge of town. She watched him as he came out and walked to her. His hand on her thigh sent a fire burning into the pit of her stomach. Something about him just made her want more. "Yeah, I was waiting for you." She grinned as she hopped off and walked to her side of the car.Grateful for the air conditioning, she found a decent station that played rock and some rap. "All I need is a new uniform." She smiled at him as he mentioned the shopping trip. "So is there anything we have to do out there, or is this just to get the captain off our asses?" She had closed her eyes and was listening to the sound of the engine as she waited for his response. In her mind, she was also thinking about what it was taking to get rid of her life as Jasmine and embracing Alex. It was more then she had anticipated, but in the end she was enjoying it. "Well I figured we would get you some uniforms and other things," he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. Rick was curious on how to handle things with the chief but he figured things would work themselves out. "The chief isn't so bad just wants to make sure that we are getting along," He said as he looked her over setting their in shorts and a tank top."Of course it goes with out saying that our deal and the true depth of our relationship is to stay a secret," He said looking at her eyes. Feeling a deep hollowing in his stomach he thought about what was between here and there. "I don't know about you but I am getting hungry, we have chicken, burgers and Italian coming up in about twenty minutes if you want to stop and get something to eat," he said as he got onto the highway. "Your choice unless you would rather have some more chili cheese dogs," he said with a sly grin. She nodded her head. "Uniform is needed, but what other things do you think I need?" She asked, noticing the look in his eye. She didn't have a good feeling about what that look could mean. She let it pass, to ask about it later as he mentioned the chief. She grinned again and said, "How many women have you managed to make run?"As he mentioned their relationship, she grinned and asked, "What relationship?" She was smiling as she asked. Then the topic was changed again, "Food, relationships and the chief. How does all this work together?" She chuckled and added, "Chili dogs will do." She knew she didn't have to worry about packing on the weight as she worked out regularly anyways. Rick slipped off the highway a few minutes later a small drive through with enough semi trucks parked next to it to start a fleet. "This is the original and best place," he said as he pulled up to the loud speaker was greeted with a "Order or move come on." "Three works two milds and a plain," He said to which the speaker blurted out "Rick you old dog come on pull around." As they turned the corner to the one window a older African American lady was hanging half out the window at the same time her large breast were hanging half out of her top."Come on give your Cassie a hug,"He said as he half dragged Rick out the window which caused some of the truckers watching to laugh. "How you been honey," she said as he looked across him to Jasmine before drawing a sharp intake through her teeth. "I have been good, this is my new partner Jasmine," he said giving Cassie a stern look. "Your partners are getting thinner the older you get you old wolf," she said as she handed a tray out to him. "Now put that money back in your pocket you know the only payments I take from you will make this old heart of mine stop, now get on down the road before I try to plump that little thing you are calling a partner up a bit and Watch your back Ricky," she said before winking at him and shutting the window.Rick growled at her back side and said, "She was a real looker back in the day and could have had her choice of men still don't know why she chose one who could never stay with her or give her kids." Pulling out of the parking lot he said, "Eat all you want I know she had them double the order." He reached across for a chili cheese dog as he pulled on to the high way. She watched as he pulled off the highway and into a drive through. She hide the chuckle as she heard what the woman was saying and shook her head. "Seems like you are well known." She grinned and waited for her chili dog. As the woman called her skinny and wanted to plump her up, she opened her mouth to say something. She was far from skinny, in fact, she had better curves then that women.Letting out a small growl, she pulled a dog from the bag and went to eating it. He had been right when he said the order was doubled and smiled. She was hungry and could eat two of these things. She kept an eye on him and watched as he ate. Rick expertly slid the dogs forward in their little paper trays as he ate chilli dog after chili dog as the miles slipped past. Once his stomach was quieted down he put down the fifth tray on the pile in the cup holder as he suppressed a rather lengthy burp. "Now on our relationship," He started making sure she was listening before continuing with, "Now I don't expect you to move in with me, though it would help me keep you under the radar as they are still looking for you.""And I never have been one of those guys who wanted a woman to wait on him hand and foot, save for when I am not feeling well and well then I turn into a little boy of sorts wanting some one to mother me," He said blushing a little as he felt as if he was over sharing a bit. "Mainly what I would like out of our relationship is for you to warm my cold lonely night and bed for a while," He said looking towards her hopping it would be to her liking. As she ate her hot dog, she thought of his words and nodded her head. "I can work with that." She looked towards him and smiled. She could also move in with him even for the time being. But how would that look for their boss? She looked down as she finished her dog."If I was to move in with you, what would the Captain say?" She looked at him, curious about what he would say and the items he wanted to get her. She looked out the window, the scenery flying past them as she though of her situation. It was the best for her at this time. Plus Monet was gone. She just had to comply with her partner now, which seemed like an easy thing to do. "All depends on what you tell him, if you say you are moving into the spare room I have tell you find a place," he said giggling slightly before saying," since I am sure the pimps loved you showing up in the cop car last night." "If you tell him that I am sure he will have no problem, but if you say you are moving in to be my sex slave since I am black mailing you with your true Identity, Then I am sure we would both spend the night in a cell," he said as he saw the first signs of Mathewsville.The first signs were a pair of truck stops, one on either side of the road. The second sign was a large outlet mall who's sign claimed to have everything you could need for less. They got off the highway before another sign could be seen. A short trip down a side road left them in front of a large nondescript building with no sign save for some writing on the door. "This is the place," he said as he shut off the car and slipped out of the drivers side. There could be no mistake that this place was a police supply store as three different Sheriff's cars and five separate police cars were just a few of the vehicles in the parking lot. She smiled and nodded her head.Only that spare room might be a bit more permanent then I had intendedShe voiced within her own head. She looked out as they started to see some signs and said, "Just, don't baby me in this field. I will have you pinned to the mat if you do." She wanted to make clear that even if they were sleeping together in a manner of speaking, it didn't cross over to when she was on duty.She knew things could change on a dime in this job and knew to expect the unexpected. As they reached the store, she hoped these guys didn't recognize her. She got out of the car, grabbing her boots before shutting the door and said to him, "I can be out within seconds unless you want to come with me." She didn't care either way. "Yeah go on," he said as he handed her a couple of patches before saying, "I see a few guys I need to talk about." Sliding from the car he approached the furthest patrol car, the eyes of the occupant on him before he was even close. He held his hands out with the palms up and open as he neared the driver side door."You know I should have shot you for that shit the last time I saw you," Said the older black man sitting in the driver set, who had his gun out across his lap the barrel pointing at the door. "It was a different time then and I was just following orders," Rick said knowing that the bullet in the chamber would be silver as Jared was one of the few humans that knew him for what he was, well that wasn't a woman. "Plus you knew what was going to happen when yall showed up at the protest," he said referring to to the last time the two had been face to face, but Jared's big sister had settled things in her own way telling them both that the first to do something would be the one she didn't talk to again. "I saw Cassie earlier, she hasn't slowed down a bit," Rick said which caused Jared to laugh loudly at the mention of his sister. She nodded her head and headed towards the building. She watched him out of the corner of her eye before stepping in. She wondered who the men were and what was with Rick's hand positions. She let it pass though as she walked to the clerk and said, "I need about three uniforms, size Medium."The clerk nodded his head and went off to get the uniforms that they thankfully had in stock. As he came back and handed her the uniforms, she thanked him and paid for them before heading to one of the bathrooms. She slipped into one of the uniforms, glad it didn't fit as tight as the other one the Captain had given her. She put the boots on and laced them up before heading back out to the car.She didn't head over to Rick, figuring that he would want privacy. She put the other two uniforms and the shoes she wasn't wearing in the trunk of teh car before getting in on the passenger side. There, she watched him and waited. Rick saw Alex come out of the shop in a new uniform and grinned which caused Jared to look over at the young lady and say, "So does she know what you are yet?" "Yes and that is something I am going to need your help with," He said leaning down, "You remember that gas bog you caught me in that one time, I need some one to vanish in there, Come by my place late tonight and I will let you know more." Jared only nodded and rolled the window up as a young man came out of the store that caused Rick to give a start then a laugh. Moving around the car he headed for his own, not really surprised about the family resemblance as the boy who could only be Jared's grand son came out in a pristine new uniform looking like Jared had at his age when he had graduated from the police academy.Sliding into the car with a smile on his face Rick said," I think I have a out for you and I will ask you now and again later are you sure you want miss Monet to vanish for good." "Just think on it now you can tell me later," he said as he started the car up turning the ac on high to vent out the hot air that had filled the car in the short time. Pulling from the parking lot he turned further down the back road instead of heading for the highway. "Good thing we have some extra time I really wanted to take you here," he said as they approached what looked to be a dense area of trees.Turning in he followed the path down to a large gravel lot and a building that had a sign on it saying, "Full Moon Adult Store." "This is one of the few pack run adult toy stores in the US," he said as he stopped the car right up front and killed the engine. "So are you brave enough to follow me in," he said as he slipped from the car and moved to the entrance his hand grasping the handle before he looked back. She watched him from the car, seeing the smile and then the laugh. She looked towards the person he was looking at and cringed. The boy had been a rookie in her division, and had a bright future ahead of him. She was sad to see him take the same district as his father, knowing that district had gotten one of the better rookies she had seen. She tore her eyes from him and back to Rick, seeing him slide into the car beside her. His question threw her off and she nodded her head. "I don't even need to think about it. I am tired of being spoon fed." She huffed and looked out the window, a tad angry that he would even ask that question.She watched the scenery pass by them as he drove out to somewhere else. She was curious where he was going next as they weren't heading for the highway. She chose to trust him instead of asking questions. For some reason, she knew he wouldn't cause harm to her without reason. "Do you show this to every new female rookie you get?" She winked at him, knowing he more then likely did not.She let her eyes wander the place they had come to a stop at and his words run through her mind.So this was the place I could never find last year.She smirked and got out of the car with him. She wasn't about to stay behind in a place she had no idea who would be around. She didn't want to voice it, but she was in fact chicken to stay out in the car, even with a gun at her side. The sign just past the door said to show ID but Rick walked in without even reaching for his wallet and the golden haired man with ice blue eyes behind the counter never even asked but his nostrils did flare wide as Rick then Alex passed as a sly grin crossed his mouth. "Don't worry about a ID my scent is on you and that is enough of a ID for this place," he said as he made his way over to the adult toys. "So my dear we need to stretch that ass of yours a bit," he said picking up a package with a rubber butt plug in it."Or would you rather some other sort of toy my dear," he said moving in close to her. "This is where we will get your new ids in a few weeks once things settle down a bit and we can make it here in m private car and you aren't in uniform," he said tapping the package on the patch on the sleeve of her shirt. "Any thing you want my dear, it is on me," he said waving his hand to the wall of adult toys with a wolfish grin on his face. She noticed the male behind the counter and stayed close to Rick, not wanting to know the kind of people that might be in this store. "Don't worry about a ID my scent is on you and that is enough of a ID for this place," His words brought her mind to him as she nodded her head. She was hoping the slight fear wasn't showing on her face. however, she knew she was a terrible liar when it came to masking her emotions."So my dear we need to stretch that ass of yours a bit,"She looked down at the package he had picked up and smiled. She was glad for a change in topic, or rather a topic to take her mind off what was going on around her.She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I will trust your decision." She smiled up at him, moving closer to his side."Or would you rather some other sort of toy my dear,"She smiled and shook her head. Leaning into him, she whispered, "I told you I will be your lover, get whatever you think you would use on me." She moved back a little, feeling slightly comfortable now. She looked over the toys and grinned at him. The plug he had pulled out made her think."This is where we will get your new ids in a few weeks once things settle down a bit and we can make it here in m private car and you aren't in uniform,"She nodded her head and said, "Sounds good, though i got most of the IDs I would need from those college kids." She smiled and looked down at her uniform."Any thing you want my dear, it is on me,"She smiled and moved over to a set of outfits she had seen. She looked back at him and picked up the maid outfit and put it against her body. "Well?" "Will look lovely on you, maybe I should get you a butt plug with a tail on it," he teased as he picked out a few other toys. With a egg and small wand in his hands as well as a butt plug he went to the register and motioned towards her costume as he said, "These and that outfit as well as some of that cherry flavored warming lube and the tingling menthol one." Looking over his shoulder he gave her a wolfish grin as he paid for the purchase and placed them in a bag and ushered her out to the car.Once inside the car he smiled at her and said, "Don't worry this place is on a Indian Reservation, well part of one." "The place has a no aggression mojo on it that makes us sick if we try to get violent," he said as he turned the car on, readjusting the erection he had had since imagining her in that little outfit. She grinned as he said the outfit would look good on her. His comment on the but plug though made her blush. She walked over to him as he started to check out, her eyes running over what he had gotten. She grinned and looked up at him. She noticed the erection and grinned even wider.She thanks the man before heading out of the store and back into the car. As he mentioned the Indian reservation and then some sort of mojo, she nodded her head. "Just something that didn't sit right with me." She shrugged her shoulders, knowing to trust her instincts when they rang loudly. She didn't think anything could happen but it was always best to be on high alert.Her eyes caught him readjusting in the corner of her eye. She smirked and said, "That outfit do that to you?" She knew it had to have been the outfit. Either that or her fear and sticking close to him. Her hand moved to his thigh, her thumb finding the erection and rubbed over it gently. She was doing it on purpose, though one would think it was an absent minded action. Grabbing her hand as he eased the car into gear and out of the parking lot he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Better not start something you aren't willing to finish my dear, I know a few places to stop and give your ass a good stretching, though we may not make it back in time," he said with a grin as he pulled the car on to the Highway. Releasing her hand as he pushed the throttle up to highway speed and then a little over.Looking at her with a wicked grin before saying, "Unless you think your mouth is good enough to get me off before we get back." "At our current speed we have just over a hour," he said as he looked at her his cock throbbing in his pants. "Or do you think you are agile enough to slip over her and ride me all the way," he said with a grin as he switched the cruise control on and adjusted his hips so she could get at his pants easier. She looked down at their hands and smiled."Better not start something you aren't willing to finish my dear, I know a few places to stop and give your ass a good stretching, though we may not make it back in time,"She closed her eyes and shivered. She didn't understand how his words could get her to be putty in his hands, and she wasn't about to complain about it either.She kept her hand on his thigh, playing with the head of his cock through the pants. She was enjoying teasing him and his reactions as well."Unless you think your mouth is good enough to get me off before we get back. At our current speed we have just over a hour, Or do you think you are agile enough to slip over her and ride me all the way,"She thought about that. She shook her head and said, "Even though I would love to be on your lap, it is not safe. So, let me try my tongue at this." She grinned and turned her body sideways in the seat.She grinned at him as her hand worked his pants open and freeing his cock. Once it was out, she looked at it for the first time and groaned. "How are you so big?" She whispered, her hand moving to hold his cock and start to stroke it. She didn't understand how he managed to fit that inside her, but he had and it felt great. She looked up at him as she lowered her head and licked at the head of his cock while her hand still pumped. Rick could not keep the smile from his mouth as she pulled his cock free of his pants. As she slipped her lips around the head he had to focus on the road so they didn't end up in a accident. As the traffic cleared up past the suburbs he was able to move his right hand from the wheel and slide it up under her rear. His fingers pressed in the grove of her ass through the pants as he cock throbbed in her grip."You are good at that," he said as he caressed her ass finding it better to play with something other than the back of your lovers head when receiving head. He had accidentally caught his fingers in the hair or pushed a little to hard down and been at the wrong end of a bite more than once. "If you want to get back with more than a sore jaw you might play with my balls a bit," he said teasingly as he kept his eyes glued to the road as he tried to work his fingers into her pants. She moaned around his cock as his hand found the cleft of her ass and pressed just slightly. It still made her uncomfortable, however, she was starting to like the idea of him in her ass again. She looked up at him as he mentioned how good she was. She winked. She might have been a virgin anally and vaginally, however, she had given more than enough head in her lifetime. It was the one thing that she was good at, other than her job.She kept her eyes up at him and moaned as he mentioned a sore jaw. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and slowly took the entire length down her throat with only a slight gag in response. She reached underneath herself and undid the custom belt to the pants she was wearing and then undid them entirely, allowing him access to her ass. She knew that was what he wanted, that was where his hand was going. She kept the head of his cock deep in her throat as her nose pressed against his skin, her tongue working around the shaft in her mouth. Rick licked his lips as he half watched her loosing her belt and pants and lowering them. His hand followed the pants down sliding to the lower edges of her cream colored lace boy shorts. A grin spread across his face as a semi pulled up along side them and slowed down to match their speed, knowing the driver was getting a good view of Alex's ass."Looks like you have an admirer," Rick said as he slid his hands down the crack of her ass towards her pussy. "Lets give him a good view," he said sliding his fingers under the edge of her panties and pulling them over to show the truck driver her pussy. Sliding his fingers between her lips he spread them as he focused back on the road as he did not want to have to explain if they got in a accident. All the while he was trying to find something to take his mind off her experienced technique she was showing with his cock in her mouth. She moaned around his cock as she felt his hand move down her bottom to the lower edge of her underwear. She wiggled her bottom just as the semi showed up and slowed down. She closed her eyes for a second and tightened her mouth around his cock.As she heard the words, she blushed and looked up at him. She bobbed her head on his cock as she spread her legs the best she could on the seat. She pressed her ass upwards, giving the driver a view as her pussy grew wet from the thought of the guy playing with his cock just from looking at her.She started to fuck her mouth on Rick's cock, showing him the amount of pleasure of being on show for someone else brought her. She loved it, she always had loved taking many guys and sucking on their cocks, letting them cum all over her face. She let her eyes keep up on him, watching him concentrate on the road. Rick let out a lust filled groan as he made sure to keep the lace moved out of the way as he began to thrust his fingers into her wet pussy. "Oh that's the way pet let them watch me finger fuck you while you gobble my cock," he said as he rubbed his thumb down along her slit gathering a bit of her juices on it. With a bit of moisture for lubrication he moved his thumb up past her slit and pressed it to her tight little asshole.Moving his middle finger out of her pussy he replaced it with his ring finger causing it to spread her a little more while the two digits worked in her. As his fingers rocked in and out of her he let his middle finger slide down and over her clit as he began to breath heavier while his balls began to churn. "Soon my pet you will get your treat," he said as he began working his fingers in her faster his thumb settling in up to the first knuckle in her ass. His groan urged her on even more. She pushed her ass out even more as she swallowed around him before moving off of his cock and then taking him back in her mouth. She fucked her mouth with his cock as he mentioned finger fucking her. She didn't know what had gotten into her, however, the thought of someone watching her made her want more, made her feel like a greedy slut.She whimpered as his thumb worked her slit and then pressed into her ass. She gasped, her tightness around his cock being lost. "Oh Master!" She moaned around his cock before tightening her lips around him again. His fingers moved around her cunt and ass. She pressed against them, feeling his balls grow heavier. She moaned around his cock as he started to finger fuck her faster and at his words. She wanted his cum in her throat, on her face, on her body.She didn't understand it. She didn't know why she was acting this way, but she knew it wasn't because of him. No, it was her body. Her body seemingly needed this and even craved it. He groaned again as her words vibrated over his cock the phrase almost causing him to release at the mere registration of it in his mind. His hips bucked up to meet her mouth as he felt as if his balls were starting to boil over. As his balls throbbed more urgently begging him for release he slide his middle finger into her to join the other two as he pushed his thumb fully into her ass.The edge of her panties were left to their own devices as he slide his pinky into her tight wet slit. His fingers hooked in her grabbing at her inner walls as he groaned once more. "Here it comes my pet," he moaned out as he felt the first blast cum burst forth from his cock. More thick ropes of cum fired out as he tried with all his might to keep the car between the lines as his balls emptied themselves for Alex. She didn't realize the effect her words had on him. She kept her head on his cock, the head of him in her throat. She moaned as he slid every last finger on his hand in her pussy, his thumb still in her ass. She pressed against him, grinding against the hand as she felt him start to come down her throat. She moaned and swallowed down every last drop that he gave her.As she did, she pulled off of him with a goofy grin. She loved his taste and knew she would be doing that again. She wiggled against his fingers, wanting to come around them. She moaned, looking into his eyes, her own pleading with him to let her come. Rick felt her lips leave his cock after the last load had left his cock and smiled at her as he found the road easier to focus on. Feeling her grinding against his fingers he began working them deep and hard in her as he felt her juices coating his knuckles. "That's a good girl pet now lets give this guy a show and let him see you cum," he said as he turned his hand pulling his thumb from her ass.With the turning of his hand he was able to work more of his fingers into her wet slit while the tips of his fingers danced along her inner walls. "Reach back and pull your panties down and play with your clit," he said as pulled his fingers from her so she could do as he had commanded. She nodded at his words, smiling. "I do try." She blushed as he mentioned giving the driver a show as she came. She nodded her head and whimpered as he pulled his thumb from her ass. She knelt her head down on his thigh, pushing her ass up more. She moaned as he pushed the last of his fingers into her cunt. She moved against them, moaning."Yes Master." She whispered. She kept her head on his thigh as her hands went back to slip the boy shorts off of her ass. Her fingers found her clit and started to rub it even as he pulled out of her. She moaned from the emptiness and worked on her clit. It didn't take long before she screamed out in pleasure, her juices running down her thighs as the orgasm racked her body. Rick smiled as he came and slipped two fingers into her scooping up some of her juice and bringing it to his lips to lick off his fingers. Looking at the time he felt a burst of awareness as they had less than a hour to get to the station and report into the chief. "Ok Alex the show is over and we have to hurry if we don't want any trouble," he said as licked the last of her off his fingers. His foot pressed the accelerator down causing the car to lurch a little as the engine caught up to the demand."Sorry about that," he said as he tried to stuff he semi hard cock into his pants with one hand. "Might clean up a little with the napkins in the glove box before you make yourself presentable. Switching his hands on the wheel he lowered the windows as he hurried towards town. The rushing wind did little to diminish the scent of her sex that filled the car and continued to feed his lust. She watched him scoop up some of her juices and then licked them clean. It caused her to moan as she felt the car lurch forward. She looked at the time and chuckled. "Yes, wouldn't want the rookie to get into trouble now." She winked up at him as she grabbed the napkins he mentioned. She hated using the things down there. The roughness always dried her out way more than she liked. She sighed and cleaned herself up.Slipping her underwear back on as well as her pants, she say down and fastened the belt around her waist. "We will need to stop a few minutes away from the station so we can tuck in. Don't want to be on a uniform violation just to be on time." She chuckled and leaned against her window, watching him. "That is do able," he said as he moved over towards the right hand as he turned back on the radio and waited for a break in the chatter to pick up the mic. "Victor Allen 3 4 reporting back in the area we are stopping at mile marker 197 for fuel," he said releasing the mic not surprised the to find the Chief's voice coming out. "Roger that Victor Allen 3 4 I will be waiting for you when you make it in, Alice had to rush in for Number 4," he said causing Rick to smile knowing that Alice was his daughter who was working as a dispatcher and would have been the one on duty save for the fact she had been pushing her due date no thanks to her dead beat ex who had fled the state last month. "Congratulations, we will be there as soon as possible," he said as started to pull off the road towards a large truck stop. "Alice is the Chief's daughter and apparently is in labor with her fourth," he said as he pulled up to the gas pump."You have a bout ten minutes to make yourself presentable," he said as he turned the car off and opened the door. Getting out of the car he fished out his wallet and pulled out his gas card and slide it into and out of the reader. "Also the Chief will not be in a good mood, Alice's ex skipped out of the state last month when she warned him about a warrant that was coming up on him," he said as he selected the fuel grade and picked up the nozzle with one hand while unscrewing the gas cap with the other. She smiled at him as he called into the station. She listened, catching everything that was said, and piecing together the parts she didn't understand. She went, "Ah," as he told her about the chief's daughter.As he pulled off, she nodded her head and got out of the car. "I am heading to the bathroom, Valen." She smirked at him as she walked off. She swayed her but teasingly until she got into the bathroom. She undid her pants and straightened her shirt, tucking it in as she pulled her pants back up and buttoning them. She did her belt up to the proper hole and then retied her shoes.She washed her hands and then walked back out to the car. She looked like the cop she was now. And it didn't even take her five minutes. She thought about the chief and what her partner had just told her. She sighed and climbed into the passenger seat, buckling up as she waited for her partner to get back in."What sort of standing is the Chief in with his daughter?" She asked, being curious. He watched her go licking his lips as he watched her hips sway before breaking himself out of it. She was a definite eye catcher but hopefully she wouldn't catch the wrong type of attention. As he slid the nozzle into the gas port he pulled the handle flipping the switch so he could have his hands free. Tucking his shirt in he he looked around truck stop thinking he recognized the old grey beat up Chevy that was parked at the next island over but nothing came to mind."She has always been daddies girl and nothing has changed even when the city council said she should be fired he stood up for her," he said as everything clicked into place as he saw the man walking out of the truck stop. Leaving the gas pump he moved to put himself between the man and the car as he said, "Heads up Alex." "Jacob Markum put your hands behind your head and get on your knees," He bellowed out as he drew and aimed his gun at the man watching the shock play over the mans face. "Don't think about it Jacob you will have more trouble on your head than you could want just give up," he said to the man as he looked as if he was going to run. She knew she was a tease, especially for him. And she knew he wouldn't be able to resist to look at her. But as she came back, she heard his words and she instantly turned to look at the man who had caught Valen's notice. She drew her weapon as well and aimed it at the suspect. She had caught the look from the suspect as well and shook her head."I wouldn't do that. I have a mean speed." She said as she inched closer to the man, keeping her distance as he had yet to kneel. As she was waiting for him to get to his knees, the identity of this man clicked. She watched him, waiting. It didn't take long before the man turned and ran. She holstered her gun and started after him.She ran, faster than most girls did, let alone silver spoon fed ones. She caught up to him within minutes, just before he managed to get to the highway. She tackled him down, grabbing his wrist and twisting it behind his back. "We told you to not run." She grabbed her cuffs as her knee pressed into his lower back. She cuffed him and then pulled him up.She turned back to the truck stop, looking at Valen with a smirk as he caught up to her. "Careful how much you call me a rookie, Valen." She chuckled and pushed the perp to their car.

Sniffing out the Truth

The College of Preicana

The sudden sound of the driver shouting obscenities at some unseen passerby caused Mizzie to whip her head towards the front of the carriage she was in, staring past the stocky silver-haired dwarf on the seat across from her until his adjusting one of the buttons on his fine coat drew her attention, her body visibly tensing as if the motion could be hostile. By then, the dwarf was used to her… idiosyncrasies, such as how she was always holding the front of her shirt, and so he did little more than still his hands on his lap as the carriage continued rattling on down the cobble road through the chief city of Preicana: Maldoryn. As expected of a capital city, the sound of merchants in the street, people talking as they walked, and the sound of other carriages combined into a cacophony that those more used to rural environments might find grating. Mizzie certainly didn’t seem to appreciate the noise, wincing every now and again as she peered out the window like a caged animal, her focus primarily on the College above, just visible on the other side of town.Pondering again what could have happened to the girl to make her so jumpy and afraid, the dwarf, Dalkin, noticed the subtle difference in the sound that the carriage was making that indicated they were on the bridge that led to the College itself. Before too much longer, they would arrive and she would be out of his beard. It wasn’t that she was all that unlikable though. It was just that she was hard to manage, especially for a dwarf of his age. He was really glad that they had had good traveling weather to make up for the time he had spent being interrogated in a small town on the way. That experience was how he knew not to touch her, or even seem as if he was for that matter. Honestly, he had never heard anyone so small scream so loudly or for as long. It was amazing that the lass still had a voice at all!Drawn out of his reverie by the sudden, jerking stop of the cart, Dalkin opened the door and stepped out into the muted light coming from the dark gray clouds above. From the looks of things, another snowstorm was imminent, which wasn’t all that surprising for where they were. He didn’t spend too much time contemplating the weather, however, moving several feet away from the carriage and indicating that the staff getting ready to remove his luggage from the back do the same. He knew by then that the small girl wouldn’t budge until she felt that it was safe to do so. As expected, the girl peered around the corners of the door after a few moments before hopping out, almost tumbling as her legs hit the cobblestone.“You need to go through those doors over there, lass,” he said, taking a few steps forward to catch her attention. Seeming about ready to have a heart attack, she started to creep towards the door as if she wanted to avoid drawing any attention to herself whatsoever. Sighing, Dalkin wished mercy on whoever had to deal with her now that she was technically no longer his responsibility. Of course, he wished her the best as well, though he didn’t have much time to dwell on what awaited her at the College, the sound of a trunk hitting the ground drawing his attention back to the carriage where two men were struggling to lower a chest from the back of the carriage. “Oy! Be careful with my luggage!” he shouted, the girl and her plight already pushed to the back of his mind.In the meantime, Mizzie had made it through the thick wooden doors, peering into the foyer apprehensively before entering fully. The only other individual in the room at the moment was a younger-looking lady behind the desk scribbling away at something with a quill pen before folding it up and stamping a silver ring to it and setting in a pile. She looked up when the door opened, crooking a finger at Mizzie to let her know that she needed to come to the desk. Chest tightening again, Mizzie made her way to the desk, her bare feet making a soft sound on the marble floor of the foyer.As she neared the desk, her grip on the collar of her shirt tightened to keep from revealing the silvery mark underneath that proclaimed her status as a Dark Mage to anyone who saw it. “What’s your name, sweetie?” the lady asked, brushing a loose strand of brown hair behind the pointed ear that marked her as an elf of some kind. Though there was a slight furrow in her brow, her voice and expression were kind, which was a teensy bit comforting to the smaller elf.“Miz’ri A’Daragon,” Mizzie replied, her voice almost too quiet to hear at all. Somehow, the receptionist seemed to understand her, using her finger to make a little mark on something that Mizzie couldn’t see at all. The fear that they were going to take her away for being a Dark Mage revived itself in her mind, causing her to visibly shake as she waited for the receptionist to speak again. She had heard what happened to the evil people like her, and the thought of being found out and suffering the same fate terrified her.“Are you okay, sweetie?” the lady asked, her voice breaking through the grip Mizzie’s fears had on her. Mizzie merely nodded jerkily in response, though the lady didn’t look convinced. Regardless, she didn’t push the issue and continued. “If you want, you can sit over there until Evern comes to get you. You’re early, so it might be a while.” Once again, Mizzie didn’t respond beyond a simple nod, heading over to a plush-looking bench against one of the walls of the foyer, her feet dangling over the edge once she was seated. To be honest, she didn’t understand why they would be so careless if they knew that she was a Dark Mage, but she could really do little more than wait and find out what they had planned. Very early that morning three cloaked and hooded figures travelled the main road, not really paying much attention to what was going on around them. The trio looked as if they travelled for days, judging from the grime on their clothing. However they didn’t give off the feeling of being tired, their pace was brisk, two of the three chatting quietly while the third only listened. They walked through the main street unobstructed, if someone were to look at them, they’d only question why the quiet one was walking while holding the bag with his arm, granted it looked uncomfortable but it seemed this person had a reason for it.As it turned out that they were heading towards the mage’s guild, though once they were almost there all three stopped. All three of them looked at each other, two of them, who appeared to be female, looked at each other and hugged the third, who remained unmoving as it happened. “We’re here” Said the first, the second continued “We hope you’ll visit us from time to time.” She smiled only part of her face showing from under the hood. “…” The boy only nodded in response, his expression unchanging. The woman who first spoke had tears in her eyes, though she looked sad she had a smile on her face. “She must have felt the same when you left, though a part of her is with you always, as part of us will be.” The other continued. “True, never forget, we will always welcome you home, as will the forest.” They hugged him again, though this time the boy hugged the two in response, whispering something so only both of them could hear. “…” The women looked surprised but smiled broadly. “As do we.”They had to part eventually, even though it was bittersweet. The boy took his bag, though instead of throwing it onto his back he just carried it in one arm like before, nodding one last time to the two before proceeding to enter the guild, one last wave of his hand towards them. On his way in he passed a carriage and a dwarf screaming something at other people, this didn’t really interest him, but he took note of it, since the only other dwarf he ever saw was a lot quieter than this one.Edonil pushed the heavy wooden doors, entering the what seemed to be the foyer. As he entered he looked around, the whole place was unusual for him. He approached the desk pulling down the hood, his foxears twitched and moved listening to the smallest sounds, noticing aside from the receptionist there was someone else there. At first the woman didn’t notice him as he walked really quietly, rather unusual for someone of his posture. The boy scratched his head, his face expressionless. As she noticed him she didn’t say anything for a moment, it seemed his appearance was a bit unusual even he knew that.“What’s your name, hun?” She asked a smile on her face. Edonil only handed her a small piece of paper. “Oh… So you’re Edonil Talan? You’re early, you’ll have to wait a bit before Evern comes and quides you.” He nodded in response and looked around the room and saw the anther person he heard before, he couldn’t put a finger on it but she looked scared of something.Edonil went and sat on the far side of the bench this girl was on. He made sure to make enough noise as he walked over so she wouldn’t be surprised. Before seating himself, he smiled at the girl, she was like a small animal, so defenseless and scared, it made him remember how he was before. As he sat there, he didn’t move nor observe her, he just tried looking friendly, well as much as it was possible for this almost expressionless person, waiting for how she’d react to his intrusion. He must have looked a bit funny though, as he made sure not to lean back on the bench as if there was something on his back he didn’t want squished. "Oh, Hadvar, you are justtoo kind!" Hovering a few feet above the ground, Sera kissed the innkeeper on the cheek. Blushing just a bit behind his massive red beard, he said "That's alright. I make it a point not to charge myfriendsto stay at the inn. And besides, with all of the singing you've been doing, you've more than paid for a few nights of rest..." The big man seemed suddenly wistful, as he poured himself another pint of mead. "You know, Sera, as a child my mother would tell me stories about Faeries. She had known one, you see, in her youth. Heh, according to her, it's so cold up here your people avoid it like the plague! Would you believe that you're the first to stay at the inn since I took over from my Da?"Mock-shivering a little, Sera laughed, a high, clear sound like the tinkling of bells. "I would! I don't know how you humans stand it. My wings have frozen over twice since I got to Preicana. If I hadn't stumbled into your inn and had all of that mead, I probably would have frozen to death!" The young Faerie was not dressed for this country's weather, wearing only a thin, knee-length dress, but really, the cold didn't bother her all that much. The true reason there weren't many Fae in Preicana was likely just distance. Most of them tended to stay in their own cities, and the nearest Faerie forest Sera knew of was her own, a very long way to the South. A few minutes later, the two were standing near the heavy oak door, and Sera was holding her very small bag of belongings. "It has been a great pleasure, Hadvar," she said, bowing formally and making the sign of her faith (three fingers over her heart). The innkeeper made the responding sign she had taught him (three fingers on the forehead), and smiled after her as she floated out into the cool morning air."The city isn't far from here, Sera!", he called out. "You'll come and visit the inn sometime, won't you?" Laughing, she waved back at him, saying "I will, Hadvar, don't worry! And maybe you'll have found a woman by then, eh?" Chuckling a little, the big man watched her go, then closed the door and busied himself with his early-rising customers. As for Sera. this was the last leg of her very long Northward journey, and she was excited. Finally, the day had come, and she was going to begin her education. Well, her "real" education. Her family, and the other monks had taught her some things, a bit of healing magic and some fairly powerful Alteration spells, but it was haphazard, and she knew that attending this College was the only way she could really become a master Altrist.It was probably because she was zipping along on her wings, well-rested after the stay in Hadvar's inn, but in what seemed like no time at all Sera had come to the gates of Maldoryn. It was massive! She had been through several cities during the journey, but none of them even came close to the size of Preicana's capital. And, there, rising above the rooftops on a huge, raised plateau was her destination: The College. It was even more grand than she imagined, though she still hadn't quite begun to appreciate human architecture. Sera thought, hovering there above the cobbled street, that she would always prefer the trees of her homeland. Now that she knew where it was, though, there was no time to waste! Singing merrily to herself, the Faerie quickly flew through the various districts, taking alleys and sidestreets whenever the fancy struck her, dodging and weaving through carts and market stalls like a dancer, until finally, after getting sidetracked and distracted several times, she made it to the massive bridge that led up to the College.It looked even bigger up close, and Sera flipped onto her back so that she could see all the way up to the highest tower. All she could do was whistle. This Faerie was officially impressed. With a bit of trouble, she managed to pull open the massive wooden doors just a crack, and squeezed inside, very happy to get out of the cold, despite her earlier thoughts about it not bothering her much. Everything about the College seemed to be grand, and the massive entranceway was no exception, so Sera was looking around at the design. and didn't even notice the receptionist until a slightly annoyed "Ahem" reached her ears from across the room. "Oh, I'm sorry, miss, I didn't see you over there!" Smiling, she quickly made her way to the desk, and performed the same sign she had that morning, with Hadvar. "I am Tenanye Seraphe, and I'm ready to, um, learn? I was told to come to the College on this day..."Though she didn't know the response to Sera's greeting, the receptionist bowed good-naturedly, and said "Yes, you were told correctly, Ms. Tenanye. Some of your fellow Novices have already arrived, but I'm afraid all there is to do is wait. We are expecting several more today, and eventually, even if they don't show up, Evern will take you to your dorms, give you the tour, and answer all of your questions. Please, have a seat anywhere you wish." Glancing over at the two who had already arrived, the elf dropped her voice to a whisper. "I wouldn't try to engage those two in conversation, though. The girl is scared out of her wits, and the boy hasn't said a word since he got here... -sigh- Wedoget some strange ones, I guess."Now, that was odd, Sera thought. Why would the little Moon Elf girl be so scared? Ignoring the receptionist's warning, she settled herself lightly onto the seat just beside Mizzie, folded her wings carefully, and smiled at her. When she spoke, it was soft, and hopefully soothing. "Good morning, little one. My name is Sera. Why are you so scared? No one here is going to hurt you, you know. These are good people, very wise, and you're here to learn from them, aren't you? The sound of the large wooden doors opening caused Mizzie to jump, her head whipping over to the source as a man wearing a hood entered and closed the door behind him before making his way to the desk. Figuring that he would ignore her if she appeared to ignore him, Mizzie only glanced at him occasionally to see what he was doing, her eyes widening a bit when she saw that he had removed his hood to reveal ears that belonged to a fox. Still, she managed to avoid staring, which would have certainly drawn his attention, as he finished his business with the front desk, dashing Mizzie’s hopes that he would leave by heading to the far end of the bench and sitting down.Though he was on the other side of the bench, his presence still made it harder for Mizzie to relax. The receptionist had claimed that he was also waiting for Evern, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be there to keep an eye on her until they decided the best way to punish her. The sound of the door opening once again kept her from dwelling on the idea for too long, her attention immediately jumping to what could possibly be a new threat. The fact that the new arrival was a female fairy didn’t do much to dissuade the notion that she could be dangerous.Once again, Mizzie tried to be as discreet as possible in observing her as she moved to the desk and explained to the receptionist that she was there to learn. The receptionist gave her essentially the same response she gave to Mizzie and the fox-eared guy, mentioning that she could sit on the benches to wait for Evern. The elf deviated from the norm by leaning forward a bit and whispering to the fairy, however, sending chills up Mizzie’s spine as her thoughts turned to what it could possibly mean.Almost as if on cue, the fairy made her way over to the bench and sat down next to Mizzie, taking care not to hurt her wings as she turned and spoke to the little Moon Elf. The attention, despite the fairy’s voice being gentle, caused Mizzie to tense up visibly and set her heart racing. The only thing that kept her from bolting was the fear of causing a scene and acquiring stricter punishment. Instead, she pulled her bare legs, mottled with silver like her arms and torso, up onto the bench and wrapped her arms around them. With her tongue feeling like it was glued to the roof of her mouth, she was unable to respond to the fairy verbally, though the latter’s mention of learning from the people at the guild elicited a slightly puzzled expression and a tiny shake of the head.It certainly didn’t make sense for a guild of magic to teach a Dark Mage anything at all, though she could see why they would take in someone like the fairy, Sera, as a student. She was probably really good, the opposite of Mizzie, and she was really beautiful. Denying her would have certainly been a foolish move. Mizzie still wasn’t sure about the boy at the end of the bench, however. Sure, she could definitely see him being a student as well, but he seemed too quiet for that, an observation which reinforced the notion that he was there to keep an eye on her. Edonil greeted the fairy with only a nod, his features unchanging, only his foxeares twitched visibly, as if he heard something distant, that soon passed though. As he leaned down to take something out of his bag he cringed and straightened, sighing loudly as he straightened up. The boy stood up and took off his cloak, revealing that under it he wore an almost black jacket, without any visible embroideries aside from the one on his collar. What was eye-catching was the hood sewn onto its back, it looked unmovable, implying a different purpose than head protection.After tucking the cloak into his pack he took out a small, leather bag, which looked like a ration bag used for dry goods. Edonil sat back down onto the bench and reached behind him into his jacket’s hood. Soon after he pulled something out of it, it looked like a small silver, fluffy ball. He looked at it for a while and his expression melted quickly – he smiled, innocently. “Taine… food…” Two words, quiet but hearable, the mention of food made the ball unfurl into what was a small fox kit. The little one yawned and started waging its tail, looking around intrigued and curious of everything, especially the two girls sitting on the bench.The golden eyed kit focused on what was in Edonil’s other hand though, as it was a few slices of meat, which he took from his earlier breakfast. The small one wagged and wolfed the meat up quickly, licking the boy’s hand and then her own paws afterwards. Yipping happily and wagging her tail she looked at the two girls, her head tilted slightly. It looks back and forth between the boy and the girl, yipping excitedly. “All right…” The boy said sheepishly.He turned on the bench slightly and bowed to the girls once more, his face taking a neutral look, expressionless. “Edonil… Talan…” He said as he pointed to himself, then looked at the kit, a smile creeping onto his face as he brought her closer to them. “Taine.” The kit yipped and wagged its tailas her name was said. The boy looked uncertain, his foxears flat on his head, as if he feared for the kit, his face once again, became without expression. The kit was obviously the one more outgoing of the two, her curious golden eyes beaming at all three. The greenskin wasn’t too bothered by the looks of suspicions, disdain, and wariness the citizens gave him. Val’kur was already fairly used to the mistrust that came with visiting any large settlement; his orcish appearance tended to inspire such feelings. There were of course also the occasional look of awe or amazement, generally from the children, which also wasn’t too uncommon. He usually towered over most humans and was built more heavily, though his attire likely also had something to do with it. With his hood up, cloak trailing behind him just a bit, and a heavy sawed blade hanging from his hip, his way of dress was also a far cry from the usual. The main reason was likely the bird that used his shoulder as a perch, and though it was unsteady and shaky his companion did not seem to mind.It was an odd looking creature, resembling a crow in shape although its plumage was far different in color. With brilliant shades of light green, teal, and even azure, Val’kur’s companion was no doubt quite eye catching. The moment its eyes, pale blue and with a dull spark and glow, turned to watch those who watched it though, most people turned away with hushed whispers. Neither it nor its owner paid them any mind and continued onwards, their destination already in sight. Even for a seasoned traveller like him, it was a welcome relief to finally take a break from the road; he had travelled for several weeks now just to make it to the College on schedule.Despite the long time he had to think on the decision, Val’kur still wasn’t sure if this was the right choice. Joining a guild, even temporarily or as a trial, was something entirely new to the halfbreed and the manner in which the offer had been extended still somewhat confounded him.The man had been waiting in a small unnamed town that Val’kur had only bothered to stop by to sell and purchase some supplies. He had approached Val’kur while the halfbreed had set up camp, commenting on his companion and knowing it would mark him as different. Most people thought it was just a rather exotic bird that Val’kur had lent its shoulders to, and though they would be right, they also missed a lot of the truth. Inspite of what followed afterwards, the man nevertheless passed along his message to the half-breed: an offer to attend the College of Preicana, and the date at which he would be expected. Then the mage, or at least Val’kur assumed the man was one, had left just as quickly as he had appeared, leaving the half-orc to think.He shook his head to dismiss the thoughts that concerned him. He had already come so far, and the chance to learn more about the magic he possessed was simply too much for him to pass on. Even if things weren’t as they seemed, he was sure he could figure one way out of this. Perhaps it sensed its companions turmoil or maybe it was just hungry, but Iskra was nevertheless quick to jab its beak at Val’kur’s head good naturedly. The pecking continued until, with a small chuckle, the half-orc stopped in his walk and approached a nearby stall vendor.Given how fast Iskra had devoured its share of the skewers he had purchased, Val’kur was willing to wager they were fairly well done. The warm food was a welcome reprieve to the chilly air he had to contend with as he crossed the bridge to the College. Without any cover the wind was free to blow at him, and despite an orc’s natural hardiness, the cold was still quite uncomfortable. The way Iskra had curled up on itself, head tucked under its wings that were wrapped tight, indicated his companion was ready to get inside and Val’kur had to agree. Wasting little time, the half-orc pushed the massive wooden doors opened and was greeted by a rush of warm air before he stepped in and pushed the doors shut against the cold air outside.“Val’kur?”His name being called caught the half-orc somewhat off guard and he whipped his head around to look at the lady who had done so. She was part of the staff evidently, and he noted the three others that were present nearby before he nodded.“Good. In any case take a seat, and Evern will be along shortly.”He briefly considered asking who Evern was before deciding against it, he would find out soon enough. Instead of taking a seat as he had been told, he walked over to a pillar further away from the bench the other three had taken. Leaning against it, he pulled the hood off and gave a slight shake of the head to free his hair, before he turned his attention to finishing what skewers he had left. Saphira pulled at the light-blue fabric, the feeling of the long sleeves covering her arms a strange one. She held it close to her eyes to look at, lowered it to her nose to smell, and even slid the cuff it into her mouth to taste. She spat it back out quickly, shivers running up and down her spine. She went back to just eyeing it curiously for a while longer. After a few minutes, her gaze shifted down to the skirt. It was a darker shade of blue, extending down to the warm boots covering her feet. Her toes were still wiggling inside those, adapting to their new (albeit warm) imprisonment.Diane sighed as she watched the girl. Since meeting the elf two days ago, Diane had sighed more times than could be counted. The older woman turned back to the cashier, paying for the clothes and a few more outfits. When she'd found Saphira in the forest south of Preicana, the elven girl had been wearing tattered rags. Diane had covered her with a cloak, but a girl needed clothes. Thus the reason they had stopped at this shop before continuing to the College.Saphira began to move around the store, staring at the colors and rubbing the soft fabrics. Diane couldn't tell if Saphira was acting out of wonder or a simple curiosity about her surroundings. She'd like to think it was the former, but the wood elf's features gave away nothing. Gathering up the bags, Diane called for Saphira and they departed.It was only a short walk to the College. Even while holding the bags (Diane couldn't allow herself to appear as a porter in public) Saphira's gaze roamed everywhere. Anywhere she looked she saw tall buildings, strange objects, and many, many people. Her eyes and ears soaked it all in, or as much as she could in the tumult of activity. When finally she stood before the doors of the College itself, Saphira was taking deeper breaths. She'd found so much new information, she needed more oxygen in her brain to begin sorting through it all.Diane ushered her in and toward a group of people gathered at some seats. "Go introduce yourself," the older magess suggested. Saphira replied with a serious nod, padding over to join the others as Diane went to the desk. The elf came to a stop in front of a most curious person. Or animal. She couldn't tell which it was supposed to be, and that's what was curious. It was a boy person, but had fox ears. The boy fox person also held a small fox kit that Saphira watched closely. She spent a few seconds there silently before remembering Diane's order."Saphira," the wood elf declared for all to hear. Her eyes watched the fox person and kit expectantly. Edonil observed his little furry friend as she looked around almost falling out of his hands a couple of times, leaning out too much as she observed what was around them. The silver-furred kit was too energetic, maybe she made up for what Edonil lacked, as he didn’t show expressions and didn’t seem spontaneous at a glance, she’d be all over the place if allowed to roam the hall freely. This won’t be allowed though as she already showed what she’s capable off during the short time they are together.The foxeared boy focused on the entrance as it opened and this person with an unusual bird came into the hall. He stared for a while at the bird, not able to decide what it was, or if it was “safe” to his little protégé. The receptionist’s voice snapped him out of it, making him realize what he did, must have been really rude, however even then his expression remained unchanged. As the man leaned against the pillar further away from where they sat, Taine nudged him a couple of times. He focused on her again, she looked kind of scared or rather daunted by the bird. Edonil smiled slightly and nuzzled the kit, giving her a small kiss to the forehead as if one would a child. “No threat.” He whispered into her ear to what the fox seemed to calm down, jumping into his lap to rest a bit.The fox it was the first of the duo to notice and react to the girl walking towards them. The boy scooted slightly to the side in case she wanted to sit down, as he did that he also wrapped his tail around his side so Taine was had something to play with or snuggle against. He hoped she’d take a nap soon, but the little silver fluff ball was just playing around. After the girl stood before him and introduced herself he blinked, she gave only her name which made him smile a little, she was more of a woodland creature than a person, which made him relax and smile softly, something he almost never did for people. He placed one of his hands on his chest. “Edonil… “ then rubbed the little ones head, who was already wagging her tail and yipping quietly overjoyed for meeting new people. “Taine.” He petted the free spot next to him in a little clumsy gesture to ask Saphira to sit next to him. Two carriages rolled into the city, both different. One carriage was ornate, clearly of fine making and belonging to someone of high class. The other was much more plain, but of sturdy build. They ended up trundling along next to each other, though neither carriage's occupants were aware of or even connected to each other, despite that they both were headed to the same place. The renowned College of Preicana, the esteemed place of magical and mystical learning.In the ornate carriage, a lone young lady sat, adjusting her gloves. The smell of posies and rosemary wafted about her, sweet and soft. She tugged gently on a glove, making sure that it was on snugly before doing the same to the other. Her raven hair cascaded down past her shoulders, smooth and silken to the touch. Her eyes were as dark as her hair, and gleamed with clarity behind those eyes. She said no words, just quietly carried on, riding down on to college.The other carriage contained two people, both elves, and a fox. The two elves were both female and that's about where the similarities ended. One was a pure Sun Elf and was leaning back in her seat, her eyes closed in sleep. The ordeal getting the other passengers to just ride in the cart had been something unto itself. Despite the city surrounding them, the curtains were drawn tightly closed, and any time that a bump moved them, the green elf on the other side shivered and closed them. She was a strange one, her skin as murky and green as the forest she came from. Her hair was long and unkempt, and there were leaves stuck in the slate grey tresses. Her clothes were ragged and covered just enough to be modest. Her eyes were what stuck out the most, pure white with not a hint of iris or pupil in them. On either side of her were stuff. To her left, there was a fox, curled up in sleep. To her right, was a handmade quiver filled with handmade arrows and a handmade bow.Before long, the two carriages reached the College. Both came to a stop and from there they were about their way. The driver of...Tokamara: ... The driver of the ornate carriage hopped down and opened the door for his passenger before seeing to the luggage. The plain carriage's driver simply knocked on the carriage wall behind him to signal that they were there.The lady of the ornate carriage exited first and headed towards the door, the driver of her carriage in tow, her luggage in his hands. Through the doors they went, both stopping before the desk. When asked her name, she replied. "Sorwena Malos" Whether people would recognize her name or not didn't bother her at all. The man with her made a small inquiry and headed off into the college as soon as he had his answer. Doing as the others did, waiting, though she distanced herself from the rest.A long groan emanated froom the regular carriage, followed by the dor swinging open and the The su elf stifled a yawn and stretched as she walked, followed cllosely behnd by the green elf and the fx, the latter cherrily prancing along. Past the dors and straight t the desk they went. The sun elf thumbed towards the green elf. "Oria is her name. Picked her up outta the Morgivia Foorest. Here for studiies by agreement and t give the Mrgivia lcals some peace of mind. If the old buffoon 'ants me, I'll be in the range, blwng off some steam." Ff she then went, leavig the green elf standing with the foox strutting arund her feet. After a few momets, she walked oover t an unoccupied sect of wall and sat crosslegged, the fox hopping up onto her lap to receive pets, which she obliged. Traveling through the gate to the great city on the back of his dappled horse, though still only going the speed of the traffic around him, Saelion took in the sights and sounds. Most of his kind lived in cities like this, so it was really no problem adapting, though he wasn’t quite so used to seeing so many different races in one place. Elven cities didn’t exactly breed diversity after all. Still, he wasn’t as shocked by the diversity as another might have been due to the fact that he had been in the Order of Secar with others of numerous races.Deciding to make his way to the College as quickly as possible, Saelion branched off from the main crowd down an equally large, but slightly less crowded street. Before he got too far, however, a hawker caught his attention and drew him over to the display of his wares. Feeling a bit exuberant, he purchased a piece of jewelry that the man was selling, tying the beaded cord behind his neck after handing the man the fare he asked for, which was actually far too high for the quality of jewelry. Still, it wasn’t much to Saelion, so he let it go and continued on his way, eventually arriving at the College before the midmorning bell.Once he arrived, he dismounted and took his packs off his horse, instructing the stable hand to take good care of it before heading inside. He wasted no time in heading to the desk and offering his name, the woman nodding as she scribbled it down on a piece of paper to her right. With that done, she gave him the same instructions that she had given everyone else: to wait for Evern to show up, which he should be doing soon. Waiting was fine with Saelion, as it gave him time to meet with some of the others and get to know them, though he figured that he would have to avoid the Moon Elf girl, who had flinched upon seeing him.Almost as soon as he reached the benches where the others were waiting, an older –looking man in a robe appeared from one of the side hallways, incidentally at the same time that the bells began ringing to signal the time. Ten times they rang, the man waiting to speak until they were done. “My name is Evern,” the man said, his voice carrying a southern accent. “I’ll essentially be the supervisor of your group, and the guide for the tour. So, if you’ll get yourselves together, we can go.”A few minutes later, they were heading down one of the hallways of the building, opposite the one he had entered by. The walls were well decorated with brilliant tapestries displaying acts of magic and might. The halls themselves used mana globes, little glass balls that were enchanted to give off light when turned on, to keep the dimness of the wintry weather at bay. Small vases containing vivid arrays of flowers sitting on tables here and there further helped to dissipate any gloom from the weather.“This right here is the dining area,” Evern said, stopping momentarily to gesture through the wide-open double doors that lead into the huge room where several tables housed people talking amiably while they ate. “It’s open practically twenty-four/seven, though the cooks do get a little testy when you come in out of nowhere asking for a meal. Remember that.” That said, he started again and lead them down the hallway a ways before stopping and explaining that the area in front of them was the infirmary. He seemed to believe that that spoke for itself, however, and continued on past the large room with barely a pause.“This room coming up around this corner up here is the most important for you guys to remember. It’s your classroom, where you will be expected every morning at promptly eight o’clock, or the early morning bell as it’s called,” he said, leading them to the room shortly after he finished speaking. It wasn’t as large as most would expect, but it was large enough to host a couple of training dummies in the back, presumably for practice with aiming spells. The room was also well-furnished with tables for classwork.“The last room that I need to show you is where you will be sleeping,” he continued after a pause to let the students take in the classroom. Incidentally, it took another turn and several yards before they reached the door that lead to their quarters. Opening the creaky door, he allowed the students to peer inside and satiate their curiosity. Strangely enough, the room appeared to be divided into smaller rooms, with two thin walls on either side immediately upon entering the door. These divisions continued down to the walls themselves. “Each one of you will receive one unit with room for a trunk and a small washbasin. The beds are already in there,” he continued. “The bathroom is through that door opposite the dorm itself.”“If any of you are wondering about the library, it is off-limits to new magi like yourselves,” he said, tone a little sterner than before. “All we need around here is some fool child thinking that they’re going to be the next Magnus Black and blowing themselves up in the process of trying things they aren’t ready for. You’ll have access to the library either when you’ve proven yourselves capable of the basics and not likely to kill yourselves in some fool attempt at magic. Now, if there are no further questions, feel free to claim your bed and pack away your belongings. Lunch is at one o’clock and your classes begin tomorrow morning bright and early. Until then, feel free to become acquainted with the facility.” And with that, he turned and left, apparently on other business. Saelion didn’t pay it too much mind, however, and went about claiming a unit in the corner of the room. Compared to the sleeping arrangements of the Order, these were actually pretty luxurious. Background:Eons ago, magic existed in a very, very different form than it does today. Magic was a wild and chaotic force that anyone with proper discipline could grab ahold of and control, albeit briefly. Those who were exceptionally skilled at this were referred to as Magi and were able to slightly distort reality for brief periods of time at the height of their power. Needless to say, conflicts that arose between Magi were bloody conflicts that took many lives, but it was this assurance of mutual destruction that kept most Magi bound to paths of diplomacy and peace rather than conquest.As with all delicate balances, however, it was not to last forever. A young Magi, known only as Blackheart today, rose to eminence as a genius. He showed such a talent with magic during his apprenticeship that it was plain to everyone that he would do incredible things for good. Unfortunately, they were wrong. Blinded by greed and a lust for power, he slew his master and began to war with the other Magi. Many, many lives were claimed, and it was only by working together that the other Magi were able to put a stop to Blackheart’s schemes, slaying him atop his tower.Knowing that there was always a chance for history to repeat itself, the Magi responsible for defeating Blackheart combined their powers to cast a spell that would rework magic itself. They took the wild, chaotic source of energy and fragmented it, creating twelve different forms that are referred to today as Schools. They also changed the biology of the people of the world, setting affinities for different schools within different individuals in a more or less random manner. With a spell of that magnitude, it comes as no surprise that the Magi were drained of life like a battery, bodies disintegrating as the spell was finished.To this day, the way magic works as remained the same. People have affinities for one of the twelve schools of magic, eight of them benign and four of them considered evil. These four Dark Magicks are beginning to be accepted by magi, however, especially in the College of Preicana, one of many guilds for magicians. The College is a bit of a rarity due to the fact that it exists harmoniously inside of a regular country headed by a king, rather than a country headed by magi as most others are. The real oddity, of course, is not that the College is in such a country, but rather that the country allows the College, as magi are often treated with hostility and viewed as hating those without affinities for magic.These guilds supply their members with lodging inside the guild hall, often referred to as an institute, university, or college, instruction in magic, and jobs that they can do to earn income. Some of this income is received by the guild itself, but the percentage isn’t usually more than five to ten percent. With this commission, the guild can afford to continue lodging their members and pay any taxes they may need to, as well as shop for any other necessity. These benefits to the local economy are more than likely what make certain countries more accepting of magic, to virtually no one’s surprise.Preicana, the country in which the College itself is located, is a large, bustling city that specializes in ores and gems found in the mines, particularly mithril, which is renowned for its resistance to magic. The city consists of four major districts in the main area: the Cloud District, the River District, the Hills District, and the Flats District. These four districts sit on a lower plateau beneath the seat of government on the higher plateau to the north, and the College on the higher plateau to the east. The densely wooded areas to the southwest of the city and the farms spread throughout the area are fairly profitable as well. Occasionally, they have a problem that they request help from the College for, but the most common sources of jobs are the small towns out several miles from the city itself.Races:Wood Elves:Wood Elves are like other Elves in that they are tall with pointed ears and lithe bodies, but their hair and eye colors are usually more human. Their eyes tend to be green, brown, gray, or blue, and their hair tends to be black, brown, or auburn. As such, Wood Elves can sometimes blend into human crowd, though they tend to avoid the city as a whole due to their love for nature. Wood Elves are also less arrogant than the other Elven races, tending to view themselves as a part of the natural cycles. This also reflects their culture of peace and tranquility, showing itself in their art and music.Moon Elves:While still possessing pointed ears and lithe bodies, Moon Elves are not as tall as other Elves on average. They also differ from other Elves in that their skin color ranges from pale grey to charcoal black, eyes that are violet, red, blue, or silver, and hair of brilliant white to dark black. Moon Elves are not as arrogant as Sun Elves tend to be, but do take great pride in bloodlines. They prefer challenges of intellect as well, viewing games of strategy as a wonderful pastime. A subterranean race, the Moon Elves have also adapted to low-light conditions and colder air.Sun Elves:Tall with pointed ears and lithe bodies, the only thing that really distinguishes Sun Elves from the other races of Elves physically is their golden skin, light colored eyes of blue, green, brown, or gold, and their rich hair, with shades of blonde or red being most common. Sun Elves are also known for their arrogance and isolationist tendencies, which override the few that are actually pleasant to be around. They are also known for a rich culture, what with their pursuit for artistic displays. Many of the best painters and composers are Sun Elves. Typically, they prefer cities over the environments of their Elven cousins, though few know exactly why.Dwarves:Dwarves are known the world over for their short, powerful builds and their long beards, often styled like most other races style hair. Considering they are a subterranean race, a lot of Dwarves are involved in the process of metallurgy, whether it’s mining the ore or smithing it. They are valued highly in mines the world over for their ability to locate ore veins and their precision in extracting them, and their smiths make quite a lot of money on their reputation as masters of the trade. Dwarves that are more artistically inclined enjoy sculpting and the crafting of jewelry, most of their pieces rarities outside of the Dwarven strongholds.Faeries:With their petite bodies and general cheeriness, Faeries tend to be underestimated quite frequently by those who don’t know any better. Usually, this ends up coming to haunt the individual in question, as Faeries tend to hold grudges for a long time and almost always have the backing of their fellows. Reflecting their wild and carefree nature, Faeries usually have vivid or flamboyant hair and eye colors, with colors like orange or blue not all that uncommon. Typically, their wings match their hair and eyes in some way or another, though it can be hard to tell with their iridescence. Many Faeries love music, tricks, and revelry, often leaving those who pass through their cities in the woods feeling like they were caught up in a whirlwind of exuberance and deposited rather unceremoniously at the other end.Gnomes:Among the races of the world, Gnomes are known best for their inventiveness. They are firm believers that one should work smarter, not harder, which really matters to them considering they are only slightly taller than Dwarves on average and much less muscular. Strangely enough, they share a love of beards with the Dwarves, though they tend to merely let them grow out. Many Gnomes have lighter hair colors with larger ears and bright eyes, all of which make them easily distinguishable from Dwarves. Living in the woods, they make all sorts of ingenious contraptions to make the tasks of life, such as harvesting food or watering crops, much easier than they normally would be, and they are often accepted into guilds or universities as researchers or engineers.Orcs:Often considered to be little more than barbarians at heart, Orcs live in smaller societies known as tribes, where they take care of one another and tend to work for the good of all. Several tribes are nomadic as well, traveling from area to area as the resources move. Other tribes are sedentary and farm in addition to hunting to provide food. Easily the most physically intimidating of all the races, Orcs stand taller than men and elves, and are usually quite stocky as well. This musculature makes them perfect for taking down big game or defending their territory, but kind of hinders their attempts at diplomacy and bargaining. As a whole, Orcs tend to focus on things they consider practical, like gathering timber and food, and avoid things they consider fanciful, like art.Humans:It is often said that the defining characteristic of humans as a race is that there is no defining characteristic. They are not overly tall or overly short, their hair and eye colors are not flamboyant or unattractive, and they specialize in no single field. Most humans tend to prefer the urban settings of the large cities that they build, though there are certainly those who cling to the rugged beauty of tamed nature on their farms. Dabbling in everything from art and music to engineering and science to magic and philosophy, it’s no wonder they seem so diverse.Bloodlines:This is sort of a catch-all term for those races that transcend mortality: demons and dragons being foremost among them. The reason that they are referred to as Bloodlines is that they can have children with the other races, but only appear to pass on blood. It is a rather difficult area to explain, even among the brightest minds of the age, but suffice to say that children with demonic or draconic blood lack the other traits of the parent races. A human with a dragon father will still appear to be human in nature. There is some speculation that demonic blood makes magic more efficient, and that draconic blood provides a minor defense against magic, but there has been little evidence to support these claims.Magic:Conjuration:Conjuration allows the magi to summon beings or objects to them, so long as these objects are bonded to the Conjurer before time. These bonds require rituals to form, and differ depending on what is being bonded to the Conjurer. For creatures, it requires a contract to be formed between the two parties stating what is expected of both parties and the like. Objects are much, much simpler, and merely require a mark of ownership be placed on the object during the ritual. These rituals tend to vary based on what is being bonded, though they typically involve something associated with the bondee, like ashes for a phoenix. Even mundane objects and creatures can be powerful with a Conjurer, receiving benefits, like increased durability or strength, from the bond itself.Invocation:Invocation involves calling forth the energy of the world around the Invoker and manipulating it for a variety of effects. Due to its nature, Invocation tends to lend itself to offensive applications rather than defensive or supportive ones. Invokers are well-known for their affinity with elements, each Invoker having some ability with at least one element, some with two, but never with all five: Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Lightning. Affinity is incredibly important because the Invoker’s internal energy has to resonate with the elemental energy they are trying to control. If it doesn’t resonate, it fails, possibly with disastrous results.Alteration:Alteration is all about transmutation, or changing the nature and properties of things. An Alterist can sharpen blades, make robes as strong as steel, lighten loads, and turn water into wine. They can also do the opposite, weakening foes by making their blades flexible or increasing the heaviness of armor. Really, it’s no wonder that Alteration is considered one of the most, if not the most, versatile schools of magic in existence. Magi with their major affinity in Alteration can even change their physical shape. This alone allows an Alterist to be suited to an incredible number of tasks, able to change their entire bodies or just parts.Abjuration:Abjuration is essentially the definition of defensive magic. Abjurers are able to create wards to deflect projectiles, absorb magic, or function as alarm systems. The easiest and most rudimentary form of warding is a sheet of magical energy in front of the abjurer, but masters can create wards in all kinds of shapes that last for decades. They are also the healers of the magi, able to cure people of things most would assume to be irreversibly fatal. There are two ways of healing, with differences between them. The first draws upon the strength of the target. It heals the individual slower than the other method, but it is easier on the Abjurer. The second draws upon the strength of the healer, healing the individual much more quickly, but at a greater cost to the Abjurer.Memoration:Memoration is the magic of the mind and focuses on illusions and telepathy because of that. Memors are actually one of the most distrusted mages due to their close association with stealth and subterfuge. It's not without good reason however, as Memors can use their magic to make themselves invisible, charm others, glean information from the mind, or manipulate emotions to an extent. Surprisingly enough, animals are completely immune to the magic of Memors, their instincts overriding the effects that the magic lays on the mind. Needless to say, this makes them a relatively popular defense among nobles against Memor mages. Other mages also resist Memoration due to their natural willpower. Simple Memoration is easy to cast and can be done almost instantaneously, while more powerful magic requires a little bit of time depending on the complexity of the illusion.Divination:Divination deals with searching out the truth with the use of magic. Natural Diviners, that is, magi with a major affinity for Divination, are known for being gifted with clairvoyance, able to see the future in fits of uncontrollable magic that hit them seemingly at random. Those without a major affinity still receive stronger resistance to illusions, the ability to find objects via dowsing, the ability to scry, and the ability to identify enchantments or other magical constructs, among other things. Diviners are usually scholarly, which may or may not have anything to do with their affinity for languages, reading, and mathematics.Articification:Articification is all about enchantments and magical items. An Artificer creates these items, known as artifacts, by imbuing them with magic. Most Artificers explain the process as pushing magic through the item and willing that magic to do a particular thing, much like other schools of magic. The difference is that the magic in the object continues to obey the will of the Artificer no matter who is using the item. Artificers also require a particular item to do even the most rudimentary of enchantments: mana stones. These crystallizations of magical energy can be crafted artificially, but they aren’t as good as natural stones, which are uncommon. The creation of a mana stone is actually pretty simple, though it requires a lot of endurance. The magi has to channel magical energy into a stone over several days, going slowly and carefully in order to make a half-decent stone. But the time and energy is worth it, as enchantments can be incredibly diverse.Venecation:Venecation is the magic of potion making. Venecators collect their ingredients, plants and other items with magical properties, and mix them together with their own magical energy in order to create potions of various effects. The potions themselves come in all sorts of forms as well, such as liquids, powders, or gels, depending on the ingredients used. Most potions, however, are used to make an aspect of life easier, such as moving cargo. But that’s not to say that they can’t be used to mimic aspects of magic, such as potions of healing. More stealth-oriented Venecators also make use of powerful poisons to incapacitate their foes. Much like regular potions, these poisons can have a wide variety of effects on the target.Obitation:Obitation is the school of death magic, and involves everything one would expect of such practices, like necromancy. Obiters can also use their magic to inspire fear with an aura of dread, chill their opponents, or kill outright using necrotic energy. The common notion is that Obiters are all plotting to raise armies of the undead and conquer the world, inspiring the notion of it as a Dark Magic with its apparent violations of the sanctity of the grave. Some power-hungry Obiters choose to become liches to further their desire for power, but they are usually taken care of quickly due to the fact that that much magical energy is like a beacon for the proper authorities.Malefication:Malefication is the school of magic dealing with curses, hexes, and the like. Of all the “Dark Magicks,” it is usually considered as the least offensive and most benign. Some mage states, that is, governments ruled by magi, use it to punish those guilty of crimes of magic. Its usage is quite flexible, as the number of ways someone can be cursed is quite vast, but it is rarely useful in anything but an offensive capacity. Part of the reason is that intent is a large part of it, so the Maleficator can’t just curse someone with good health. They have to want it, as well as know that it will be a hindrance to the target. That is what has led to the magic being declared forbidden in the past.Pravation:Pravation is a school of magic based on dominating the mind and soul of another sentient being in order to control them. Sometimes this takes place as possession, where the mind of the Pravator inhabits the body of the victim and cuts of their mind from control, but puppeteering is the most common form of Pravation. Due to the fact that it violates the sanctity of the soul and the free will of the victim, it is regarded as the second foulest school of magic that the dark arts have to offer. Experienced practitioners can wield even more frightening abilities, such as dividing their attention among various animals in order to use them as spies and servants. There is always a risk in the art of Pravation, however, as the part of the mind the practitioner sends out can become trapped within the victim if the victim regains control.Sanguination:Sanguination is the school of magic that involves blood as a medium through which the mage casts spells. Sanguinaires can create blood sigils for many spells, like bindings or communication, can sense blood around them, and can manipulate the blood inside of themselves to harden their skin, increase blood flow, or puppeteer themselves. Of course, their ability to manipulate blood also extends to the outside of the body as well. In extreme situations, a Sanquinaire can consume blood to heal injuries, provide themselves with sustenance, and give themselves energy. CharactersSkeleton:Name:Age:Gender:Race:Affinities: (For schools of magic. You can have one major affinity and two minor affinities.)Personality:History:Appearance:Accepted Characters: Sorena [+] Name: Sorwena MalosAge: 24Gender: FemaleRace: HumanAffinities: OBITATION, Conjuration, MemorationPersonality: Along with the smell of posies and rosemary, there is an air of regal bearing around Sorwena. And an utterly withering glare that pushes away those who try to get close to her. Attempts to talk to her are often brushed off with icy chill, as if people either aren't worthy of her or she doesn't trust people. However, any attempts to touch seem to break it for a moment as she shrinks away from any touch that makes it through her glare, a glimmer of weakness and fear visible for a moment in her eyes.History: Sorwena is the oldest daughter of the Malos aristocratic family. Born with power, grown up with wealth, raised by servants, she's not known the life of those below her. She's got some misconceptions, plenty in face. And they say that as a child, she was friendly, warm, and receptive. Though something happened. Some incident occurred that resulted in her personality take a 180. Around the same time, she started wearing the long black gloves that she's known for. She's never seen without the gloves on, in fact. Though it wasn't known until recently, the Malos daughter was also a wielder of magic, and for some reason, despite schools that were ostentatiously better, she was sent to Precania to study. No one knows why, well, no one beyond, her, her parents, a few close staff, and the college itself. Appearance: Oria [+] Name: OriaAge: ~mid-20'sGender: FemaleRace: Sun/Moon hybrid.Affinities: DIVINATION, Alteration, VeneficationPersonality: Quiet and somewhat timid, Oria is unused to people. She does not like crowds and cities much less. She doesn't like to speak for her disused voice is wretched. Arua is her friend and companion.History: The ghost of the forest, that's what the farmers and foresters called her. A watcher who seemed to disappear into the trees. Who knows where you are without seeing. A phantom legend that had been around for a decade when the College was asked to soothe the locals' worries after several forestry and hunting partes returned confounded and sabotaged by the ghost. What the Colege found was Oria and Arua.Appearance: Valkur [+] I’m green, da ba dee, da ba diAppearance/Possessions: Like his heritage, Val’kur’s appearance holds both elven grace and orcish brutality. He stands at 6’7 and though his build is unmistakably muscular and reminiscent of orcs, it has a certain leanness to it thanks to his father. Nevertheless, the half-blood still weighs just over 300 pounds. Although his hair is long as pictured, he generally ties it up to avoid issues. His clothes are incredibly simple and of durable make; generally linen underclothes with leather outerwear; he also has a thick brown travel cloak made of cotton and waterproofed. His armor is obviously missing a few parts, consisting of only a pair of greaves, gauntlets, and a tasset, but the quality of what he owns is obviously very high. His blade is of orcish design, though it’s make is more akin to elven metalwork. Amongst his most prized possessions would be his belt, or more accurately, the numerous pouches hooked onto the strap. Some hold the links to his dearest companions, while others hold rare herbs and ingredients for his practice of Venecation.Name: Val’kurAge: 23Gender: MaleRace: Half-elf, half-orcAffinities: CONJURATION, Venecation, and Alteration in this order.Personality: Actually fairly even-tempered and a well adjusted individual in-spite, or more likely because, of his mixed heritage. Although he prefers to spend time alone, Val’kur isn’t introverted enough that he’ll actively seek to avoid interacting with others. He is a fairly reserved individual, even amongst others, but doesn’t lack any confidence when he does wish to speak; though this can make him seem distant and detached from others around him.The presence of his companions tend to soften and chip away Val’kur’s reserved nature. When his Conjured friends are about, he’s noticeably lighthearted, though never to the point where he could be called boisterous. He speaks more often, is more amiable, and generally just more pleasant.He is not without traits typically associated with orcs though. He exhibits the same ferociousness and aptitude for violence as his mother when necessary, albeit it is tempered by logic and calm thought for the most part. In confrontations he holds little back unless necessary, and his reserved demeanor quickly bleeds away. History: A lone traveller. That’s been Val’kur’s lifestyle for nearly a decade now, having left his parents behind at a young age. A combination of wanderlust and the desire for connections beyond that of blood drove the young boy to set off from home, the sensations were that powerful. Though he has barely seen or heard from his parents since then, Val’kur feels little regret in this decision. Even as a young child, Val’kur grew quickly and was most at home running in the wilderness where he lived. By the time he was twelve years of age, the halfbreed was already as tall as father and had wrestled with the numerous creatures living in the subterranean tunnels and the forests they led to. The outings only grew in number and length as Val’kur’s body continued to develop, leading to his absence from days on end at times. He wouldn’t learn why he felt compelled to wander until later, and his parents even later. At the time though, when it became clear that there was something more than just a young child’s curiosity at work, his parents were forced to come to a decision. They couldn’t simply force their child to stay, he was more than capable of handling himself, his scars could attest to that. An orc’s natural cunning and an elf’s developed mind, meant that even as a child, Val’kur was more intelligent and mature than his age would suggest. For all that though, he was still inexperienced and no amount of natural cunning would let a novice survive the wilds without a home to return to. His mother came along with him for the next year, teaching him what she could and remembered from her time as a wanderer after she had left her tribe. When he turned fourteen, Val’kur finally set out with the best equipment his parents could provide and their blessings. It was the last time he called the place home. Edonil [+] Name: “...Edonil... Talan”Age: *shakes head as if not sure of an answer* approx. 17Gender: *...?* MaleRace: *looks away, his foxears twitching* KitsuneAffinity: *Takes a small blue stone from his pocket and changes its shape* ALTERATION, Articification, ConjurationPersonality: Quiet, answers in short sentences, sometimes not even that. Introverted, seems only to show a change in facial expression to people he likes or animals. History:Exempts from a huntresses diary:“While hunting with my sister today we found a small fox den, however what we found was surprising. In there we found a mother fox but not with kits but with a maybe two or three year or child. We weren’t attacked as we took the child back, though the fox followed us.”“The boy is growing healthily but not talking much, he only mutters one word, it seems to be the foxes name. He has foxears and a foxtail, we’ll need to look into it.”Entries get scarce, some riddled with tearmarks, there are two distinctive types of handwriting in each entry.“Today we’re seeing him off to the college. Both of us are really proud of him as his guardians... mothers... Sadly SHE couldn’t come due to her age, she left him a gift though. It’s time... I hope he is happy there...Appearance:About 6 feet tall, medium built, backcombed black hair, a small goatee on his chin, a pair of silvery foxears on his head and a distinctive silver foxtail with a white tip swaying behind him.Usually dresses in easy to move in clothes, either dark green or dark brown, almost black, leather boots and gloves, both very dark, almost black in color. There is almost no embroidery on his clothes aside from a few runes on his gloves and shirt’s collar.When going out he wears a travel hooded cloak, which hides his features. On the back of his jacket is another hood, though it looks like it's not intended to be worn but for some other purpose. Sera [+] Common Name: Tenanye Seraphe (pro. like "ten-un-yay" and "Sarah-Faye"), or simply Sera.True Name: tseenraanpyhee or entsenentraanapyeheye, depending on context. (The two names are spoken simultaneously, bits of each layered over the other. The primary layer, Tenanye, is the family name, while the secondary layer, Seraphe, is the given name. Depending on the faerie in question, the end result can be beautiful and poetic or nigh-unpronounceable. Most Fae seem to be able to glean the individual names from the jumbled mess, though, no matter how complex.)Appearance: This was the best image I could find, for what I'm going for. Curly red hair, green eyes, a penchant for smiling, you get the idea. The clothes, pearl necklace, and leaves in Sera's hair are all part of her wardrobe, definitely, but are only worn on very special occasions or formal events. On most days she instead wears a shorter (just past her knee) and simpler light green dress that matches her eyes; quite the contrast to the trailing gossamer number above. As for shoes, she just doesn't wear any, and basically never has. Shoes aren't as important to a race that doesn't have to touch the ground, you know?Age: 22Sex: FemaleRace: FaeAffinity: ALTERATION, Sanguination, Abjuration (healing only)Personality/Backstory: Many people of the other races see the Fae as untrustworthy. Damn near everyone sees them as mischievous... And they aren't wrong. Faeries delight in poking fun at structure and authority, always crafting clever but lewd riddles, playing pranks, or rudely demeaning the politics of wizards and noblemen. As such, they are often unwelcome in the cities of elves, dwarves and men. These things do not describe ALL faeries, however. Most have a tendency towards the irreverent, but it somewhat paradoxically coexists with a very deep and strict system of rules and respect within their communities. Along with their above-average number of mages for such a small population, some have theorized that the entire race is a physical, magical representation of the chaotic-yet-structured ways of nature. Indeed, along with the wood elves, the Fae have perhaps the deepest connection with the planet of all the sentient races, and most of their mages are Invokers, Altrists or Venecators, all of which require great knowledge of and respect for the world.How does this relate to Sera? Well, she is part of a certain sect of faeries whose credo is that the entire universe is composed of pure magic. "All things are one," they say. What we see, or hear, or Divine, or sense in any fashion is simply an illusion, a creation of the collective minds of sentient beings, and thus they see no borders, no boundaries, no races or true differences at all among sentients. They strive to show great compassion towards all (which is sometimes hampered by the negative reputations of their brethren). The sect reveres Altrists for their ability to demonstrate the constant shifting and bending of what we perceive to be nature's laws, thus providing examples of the meaninglessness of strife.Having grown up among these very idealistic and worldwide compassion-focused people, Sera is a shining example, an Altrist with a great eventual purpose: showing the world the insanity of their petty differences. Showing them how all are the same. How all things are one. First, however, she must learn her craft. Perfect it. Master it. So, with a glad heart and barely a backwards glance, she set off on the long journey North, to the College where her knowledge would blossom and her mission would truly begin. As can perhaps be guessed, Sera is an idealistic and happy individual, somewhat oblivious to the actual problems of the world she has flung herself into. She greets most everyone with a smile, hums and sings to herself as often as possible, and always seems to be there when someone is upset or hurt, comforting them with the compassion and grace befitting her faith. Ruby [+] Name: Ruby KerrisAge: 17Gender: FemaleRace: HumanAffinity: MEMORATION, AlterationPersonality: Flirtatious, seductive, proud, confident, and clever. Even without using her magic, Ruby can make people do what she wants. Her forte is information, and she's learned well how to use it.History: Ruby was found by a High Wizard of the 4th degree. The following is an excerpt from his diary detailing the meeting:On my visit to the Baron Raiken, I discovered a girl who had apparently seduced the Baron's son and heir. I personally witnessed him fawning over her as though she were the Queen herself. Intrigued, I followed the young lady when she left the mansion. Over the course of the afternoon, many dozens of people, men and women young and old, showed her the same devotion, though not all did so as willingly. I do not believe she even kept money on her person, as everything she wanted was paid for by another. It wasn't hard to detect the girl's magic at work, though unrefined and obviously self-taught. Tomorrow I shall invite her to return to the College of Preicana with me, that we might make use of her talent with Memoration.She accepted the invitation gladly, leaving her servants behind. When asked why she accepted so eaily, Ruby replied, "That place was boring. The College is interesting. Only a weak person would cling to their past for comfort." Ruby refuses to say anything about her past. She's intent on moving forward, especially learning new spells. She's already developed a few simple tricks, but they pale in comparison to what the High Wizard showed her.Appearance: Saphira [+] Name: "Saphira."Age: *shrug* 16, roughlyGender: "Girl."Race: "Person." Full-blooded wood elfAffinity: "Animals." PRAVATION, Artification, conjurationPersonality: "...Nn."There's nothing more to say. Or if there is, she doesn't say it. In a word, Saphira is quiet. Not shy, not withdrawn, not anti-social; quiet.History: "Father, mother. Dark people. Machines. Nobody. Animals."That's the most her sponsor could get out of her. When asked about the dark people, she shrugged. When asked further about the machines, Saphira just pointed to the piercings she has in each ear. It's apparent they're artifacts, but Saphira never elaborated and the magess who found her--Diane Bosid--wasn't an Artificer capable of appraising their abilities.All the poor magess has to go on is that she found Saphira watching her through a squirrel while passing through an uninhabited forest. Saphira followed her from one edge to the other, so Diane found her and brought her back to the College. Saphira went willingly, or at least, didn't resist at all. It's hard to tell what she's feeling. Diane's worried she might have lost part of her mind while using Pravation magic without training.Appearance: Mizzie [+] Name: Miz’ri (Mizzie) A’DaragonAge: 16Gender: FemaleRace: Moon Elf/Fairy/Demon hybrid (Mother was a Moon Elf/Fairy, father was a Incubus)Affinity: SANGUINATION, Obitation, and ConjurationPersonality: Mizzie can be described best as timid and clingy. While she doesn’t like to draw attention to herself or speak her mind, she lacks a feeling of security that comes from a severe lack of self-esteem, so she tends to hide behind others, even if they don’t know it. Having sworn to be a doer of good deeds, she tries to help people as often as she can, frustrated in her inability to do so for the most part, even if it’s usually because someone doesn’t want the help of a half-breed like her.Her past has also led to the development of some serious phobias on her part. The primary ones she suffers from are autophobia (the fear of one’s self), androphobia (the fear of men), genophobia(the fear of copulation)and several other closely related phobias like decidophobia (the fear of making decisions), and haphephobia (the fear of being touched). Unfortunately, these make her rather… difficult to deal with at times, as evidenced by the frustrations of the recruiter.History: Mizzie’s past is rather complicated. For starter’s she never had a loving home because her mother regretted falling for the demon’s charm, even if she didn’t know it was a demon, a failure of which Mizzie happened to be a constant reminder. As such, it isn’t really surprising that she was beat regularly by her mother and rented out to others for… darker means so that her mother could bring in a little extra cash. As she got older, the abuse increased until her magic awakened during one of the ‘sessions’ her mother sent her to. The man, completely beyond inebriated, threatened to kill her because she didn’t seem happy to be there, pulling a knife at her lack of response. In terror, she threw her hands up, hearing the man gasp immediately after his knife broke skin before he fell over, blood pouring out of his mouth.Upon arriving to pick her up and collect her payment and seeing, Mizzie’s mother realized immediately what had happened. Instead of turning her daughter in as others might, she tried to make a profit off of the power, though Mizzie refused to use her ability any further. The stories she had heard growing up of what happened to people who used such magic, both internally and externally, terrified her. She honestly believed that her power was evil and that she was evil by extension. When her mother threatened to turn her in for not obeying, she ran away from home, though not before her mother branded her with the mark of a Dark Mage. On the road, she decided to dedicate herself to good deeds to make up for the evil she had inside. Wandering proved to be a lot harder than she would have thought. The majority of the time, she went hungry and tired. Often times, she was even chased out of town by some Pure-blood kids or beat up. Several times, she almost just gave up. But, eventually, after several months, she made her way to the country of Preicana, where she caught the eye of recruiters from the College and was whisked away to the guild. To most, it would seem quite strange for the College to take interest in such an individual. She couldn’t read anything but her own name, has almost no knowledge of mathematics, and is nothing more than an urchin. But, the College has always been good at selecting members, teaching their recruiters various methods for testing potential members, some magical and some not, so no one really questions it as much more than a passing curiosity.Appearance: Mizzie stand at about four feet tall and weighs a meager thirty-seven pounds. Her skin is a deep gray, though mottled white under her loose clothing, the equivalent of bruising for Moon Elves. Though it’s been a while, the marks still persist stubbornly, so she often hides them in embarrassment. There are also quite a few scars covering her torso, upper arms, and legs and the brand of a Dark Mage on the top of her sternum, all of which are also buried under her clothing. Her eyes are a pleasantly calm violet, though they tend to light up when she uses her magic, as most mages’ eyes do. Her hair, though dirty from years of abuse and months on the road, is a snowy white, appearing to shine softly in dark rooms when completely clean. Saelion [+] Name: Saelion FelthorylAge: 17Gender: MaleRace: Sun ElfAffinity: ARTICIFICATION, Abjuration, and DivinationPersonality: Like most Sun Elves, Saelion has a high level of confidence in himself and his abilities. To most, this comes off as arrogance, though he lacks the actual superiority complex to confirm it. He just knows exactly where he stands and how to improve his standing is all. He also lacks the stereotypical disdain for other races that the Sun Elves are known for due to spending a portion of his childhood with other races at the Order of Secar.History: The oldest son in House Felthoryl, Saelion’s father had high hopes for him and pushed him in his studies. This didn’t just concern areas of academics, however. At the tender age of eleven, his father sent him to the Order of Secar to learn how to defend himself and others, hoping that he would rise to become the Queen’s most trusted protector. The training was as hard as could be expected, shaping his mind and body and making him an overall well-rounded individual.It was during his time with the Order that his magic awakened, allowing him to fix weapons and imbue them with magical energy. The Order refused to accept any magic except for Abjuration, the only holy magic according to their doctrine, and Saelion was thus expelled from his training as a Knight. The commotion that the event caused in the town was enough to attract the attention of a recruiter, who suggested that Saelion come to the College. Apprehensive at first due to the teachings he had heard while with the Order, Saelion eventually decided that it would be a good idea.Before he embarked for the College, he returned to his father’s estate to give him the news and announce his decision. His father was, perhaps understandably, upset with the whole ordeal, though the thought of his son as a High Wizard was just as appealing as that of him being a Paladin. After a few days respite, Saelion left on his journey, deciding to go by himself with only a few of his belongings to reflect and establish himself spiritually before he arrived.Appearance: Saelion is quite tall and lean, standing at six feet, four inches and weighing one hundred forty-seven pounds. Like most Sun Elves, his skin is a soft bronze, highlighting his golden hair and blue eyes. He does have several pale gold scars on his hands and arms from various fights, both in training and out, which are fairly easy to spot due to the contrast with his skin. As a noble, he wears fine, yet plain, clothing, the most common colors in his wardrobe being silver, green, and red. Upon his graduation to Knighthood, he received a silver ring that he wears everyday as a reminder of the friends he had left. Ruby [+] Name: Ruby KerrisAge: 17Gender: FemaleRace: HumanAffinity: MEMORATION, AlterationPersonality: Flirtatious, seductive, proud, confident, and clever. Even without using her magic, Ruby can make people do what she wants. Her forte is information, and she's learned well how to use it.History: Ruby was found by a High Wizard of the 4th degree. The following is an excerpt from his diary detailing the meeting:On my visit to the Baron Raiken, I discovered a girl who had apparently seduced the Baron's son and heir. I personally witnessed him fawning over her as though she were the Queen herself. Intrigued, I followed the young lady when she left the mansion. Over the course of the afternoon, many dozens of people, men and women young and old, showed her the same devotion, though not all did so as willingly. I do not believe she even kept money on her person, as everything she wanted was paid for by another. It wasn't hard to detect the girl's magic at work, though unrefined and obviously self-taught. Tomorrow I shall invite her to return to the College of Preicana with me, that we might make use of her talent with Memoration.She accepted the invitation gladly, leaving her servants behind. When asked why she accepted so eaily, Ruby replied, "That place was boring. The College is interesting. Only a weak person would cling to their past for comfort." Ruby refuses to say anything about her past. She's intent on moving forward, especially learning new spells. She's already developed a few simple tricks, but they pale in comparison to what the High Wizard showed her.Appearance: Saphira [+] Name: "Saphira."Age: *shrug* 16, roughlyGender: "Girl."Race: "Person." Full-blooded wood elfAffinity: "Animals." PRAVATION, Artification, conjurationPersonality: "...Nn."There's nothing more to say. Or if there is, she doesn't say it. In a word, Saphira is quiet. Not shy, not withdrawn, not anti-social; quiet.History: "Father, mother. Dark people. Machines. Nobody. Animals."That's the most her sponsor could get out of her. When asked about the dark people, she shrugged. When asked further about the machines, Saphira just pointed to the piercings she has in each ear. It's apparent they're artifacts, but Saphira never elaborated and the magess who found her--Diane Bosid--wasn't an Artificer capable of appraising their abilities.All the poor magess has to go on is that she found Saphira watching her through a squirrel while passing through an uninhabited forest. Saphira followed her from one edge to the other, so Diane found her and brought her back to the College. Saphira went willingly, or at least, didn't resist at all. It's hard to tell what she's feeling. Diane's worried she might have lost part of her mind while using Pravation magic without training.Appearance: Mmm, might hop into this if you don't mind? @Zombehs: Sure, but I think you might be the last one considering we already have five people who plan on joining, myself and Selia included. Sera's back, too.Common Name:Tenanye Seraphe (pro. like "ten-un-yay" and "Sarah-Faye"), or simply Sera.True Name:tseenraanpyhee or entsenentraanapyeheye, depending on context. (The two names are spoken simultaneously, bits of each layered over the other. The primary layer, Tenanye, is the family name, while the secondary layer, Seraphe, is the given name. Depending on the faerie in question, the end result can be beautiful and poetic or nigh-unpronounceable. Most Fae seem to be able to glean the individual names from the jumbled mess, though, no matter how complex.)Appearance: Formal Sera [+] This was the best image I could find, for what I'm going for. Curly red hair, green eyes, a penchant for smiling, you get the idea. The clothes, pearl necklace, and leaves in Sera's hair are all part of her wardrobe, definitely, but are only worn on very special occasions or formal events. On most days she instead wears a shorter (just past her knee) and simpler light green dress that matches her eyes; quite the contrast to the trailing gossamer number above. As for shoes, she just doesn't wear any, and basically never has. Shoes aren't as important to a race that doesn't have to touch the ground, you know?Age:22Sex:FemaleRace:FaeAffinity:ALTERATION, Sanguination, Abjuration (healing only)Personality/Backstory:Many people of the other races see the Fae as untrustworthy. Damn neareveryonesees them as mischievous... And they aren't wrong. Faeries delight in poking fun at structure and authority, always crafting clever but lewd riddles, playing pranks, or rudely demeaning the politics of wizards and noblemen. As such, they are often unwelcome in the cities of elves, dwarves and men.These things do not describe ALL faeries, however. Most have a tendency towards the irreverent, but it somewhat paradoxically coexists with a very deep and strict system of rules and respectwithintheir communities. Along with their above-average number of mages for such a small population, some have theorized that the entire race is a physical, magical representation of the chaotic-yet-structured ways of nature. Indeed, along with the wood elves, the Fae have perhaps the deepest connection with the planet of all the sentient races, and most of their mages are Invokers, Altrists or Venecators, all of which require great knowledge of and respect for the world.How does this relate to Sera? Well, she is part of a certain sect of faeries whose credo is that the entire universe is composed of pure magic. "All things are one," they say. What we see, or hear, or Divine, or sense in any fashion is simply an illusion, a creation of the collective minds of sentient beings, and thus they see no borders, no boundaries, no races or true differences at all among sentients. They strive to show great compassion towards all (which is sometimes hampered by the negative reputations of their brethren). The sect reveres Altrists for their ability to demonstrate the constant shifting and bending of what we perceive to be nature's laws, thus providing examples of the meaninglessness of strife.Having grown up among these very idealistic and worldwide compassion-focused people, Sera is a shining example, an Altrist with a great eventual purpose: showing the world the insanity of their petty differences. Showing them how all are the same. How all things are one. First, however, she must learn her craft. Perfect it. Master it. So, with a glad heart and barely a backwards glance, she set off on the long journey North, to the College where her knowledge would blossom and her mission would truly begin.As can perhaps be guessed, Sera is an idealistic and happy individual, somewhat oblivious to the actual problems of the world she has flung herself into. She greets most everyone with a smile, hums and sings to herself as often as possible, and always seems to be there when someone is upset or hurt, comforting them with the compassion and grace befitting her faith. TaliPaendrag said @Zombehs: Sure, but I think you might be the last one considering we already have five people who plan on joining, myself and Selia included. Cool. Just curious, but will we all be beginners to magic, or simply newcomers to the College, and is there a certain age range you would like to stick around? Individual characters might have some practice with their magic, but it won't be much. Small tricks and things they learned on their own really. As for the ages, late teens to early twenties works. :D I'm back too~ As per the info I got I'm pasting my profile. ^^ Same as before just added the minor schools. Hope it's acceptable, I'm kind of unsure about the minors... too many combinations I'd want >_Name:“...Edonil... Talan”Age:*shakes head as if not sure of an answer* approx. 17Gender:*...?* MaleRace:*looks away, his foxears twitching* KitsuneAffinity:*Takes a small blue stone from his pocket and changes its shape* ALTERATION, Articification, ConjurationPersonality:Quiet, answers in short sentences, sometimes not even that. Introverted, seems only to show a change in facial expression to people he likes or animals.History:Exempts from a huntresses diary:“While hunting with my sister today we found a small fox den, however what we found was surprising. In there we found a mother fox but not with kits but with a maybe two or three year or child. We weren’t attacked as we took the child back, though the fox followed us.”“The boy is growing healthily but not talking much, he only mutters one word, it seems to be the foxes name. He has foxears and a foxtail, we’ll need to look into it.”Entries get scarce, some riddled with tearmarks, there are two distinctive types of handwriting in each entry.“Today we’re seeing him off to the college. Both of us are really proud of him as his guardians... mothers... Sadly SHE couldn’t come due to her age, she left him a gift though. It’s time... I hope he is happy there...Appearance: Face [+] About 6 feet tall, medium built, backcombed black hair, a small goatee on his chin, a pair of silvery foxears on his head and a distinctive silver foxtail with a white tip swaying behind him.Usually dresses in easy to move in clothes, either dark green or dark brown, almost black, leather boots and gloves, both very dark, almost black in color. There is almost no embroidery on his clothes aside from a few runes on his gloves and shirt’s collar.When going out he wears a travel hooded cloak, which hides his features.On the back of his jacket is another hood, though it looks like it's not intended to be worn but for some other purpose. Oh wow.... Those were the three Affinities I was aiming for as well. Guess I'll switch Artification out for something else then. What's going to be your major, Zombehs? Three major Alterations might be a bit much. Hey, it's not a problem I can change out Artification for something else. Like I mentioned I wasn't that sure about the minors. =) Imperfectionist said What's going to be your major, Zombehs? Three major Alterations might be a bit much. Conjuration. Probably going with Venecation and Alteration as minors. :) Oh, that's cool. I don't think we had any Conjuration majors even in the first game. This is going to be awesome, I'm really glad it's starting up again ^_^ Hrmmm...Should I bring back both or one...Name: OriaAge: ~mid-20'sGender: FemaleRace: Sun/Moon hybrid.Affinities: DIVINATION, Alteration, VeneficationPersonality: Quiet and somewhat timid, Oria is unused to people. She does not like crowds and cities much less. She doesn't like to speak for her disused voice is wretched. Arua is her friend and companion.History: The ghost of the forest, that's what the farmers and foresters called her. A watcher who seemed to disappear into the trees. Who knows where you are without seeing. A phantom legend that had been around for a decade when the College was asked to soothe the locals' worries after several forestry and hunting partes returned confounded and sabotaged by the ghost. What the Colege found was Oria and Arua.Appearance: Oria [+] Name: Sorwena MalosAge: 24Gender: FemaleRace: HumanAffinities: OBITATION, Conjuration, MemorationPersonality: Along with the smell of posies and rosemary, there is an air of regal bearing around Sorwena. And an utterly withering glare that pushes away those who try to get close to her. Attempts to talk to her are often brushed off with icy chill, as if people either aren't worthy of her or she doesn't trust people. However, any attempts to touch seem to break it for a moment as she shrinks away from any touch that makes it through her glare, a glimmer of weakness and fear visible for a moment in her eyes.History: Sorwena is the oldest daughter of the Malos aristocratic family. Born with power, grown up with wealth, raised by servants, she's not known the life of those below her. She's got some misconceptions, plenty in face. And they say that as a child, she was friendly, warm, and receptive. Though something happened. Some incident occurred that resulted in her personality take a 180. Around the same time, she started wearing the long black gloves that she's known for. She's never seen without the gloves on, in fact. Though it wasn't known until recently, the Malos daughter was also a wielder of magic, and for some reason, despite schools that were ostentatiously better, she was sent to Precania to study. No one knows why, well, no one beyond, her, her parents, a few close staff, and the college itself.Appearance: Sorwena [+] So I might edit this a bit later, but it's done for now.I’m green, da ba dee, da ba diAppearance/Possessions:Like his heritage, Val’kur’s appearance holds both elven grace and orcish brutality. He stands at 6’7 and though his build is unmistakably muscular and reminiscent of orcs, it has a certain leanness to it thanks to his father. Nevertheless, the half-blood still weighs just over 300 pounds. Although his hair is long as pictured, he generally ties it up to avoid issues.His clothes are incredibly simple and of durable make; generally linen underclothes with leather outerwear; he also has a thick brown travel cloak made of cotton and waterproofed. His armor is obviously missing a few parts, consisting of only a pair of greaves, gauntlets, and a tasset, but the quality of what he owns is obviously very high. His blade is of orcish design, though it’s make is more akin to elven metalwork.Amongst his most prized possessions would be his belt, or more accurately, the numerous pouches hooked onto the strap. Some hold the links to his dearest companions, while others hold rare herbs and ingredients for his practice of Venecation.Name:Val’kurAge:23Gender:MaleRace:Half-elf, half-orcAffinities:CONJURATION, Venecation, and Alteration in this order.Personality:Actually fairly even-tempered and a well adjusted individual in-spite, or more likely because, of his mixed heritage. Although he prefers to spend time alone, Val’kur isn’t introverted enough that he’ll actively seek to avoid interacting with others. He is a fairly reserved individual, even amongst others, but doesn’t lack any confidence when he does wish to speak; though this can make him seem distant and detached from others around him.The presence of his companions tend to soften and chip away Val’kur’s reserved nature. When his Conjured friends are about, he’s noticeably lighthearted, though never to the point where he could be called boisterous. He speaks more often, is more amiable, and generally just more pleasant.He is not without traits typically associated with orcs though. He exhibits the same ferociousness and aptitude for violence as his mother when necessary, albeit it is tempered by logic and calm thought for the most part. In confrontations he holds little back unless necessary, and his reserved demeanor quickly bleeds away.History:A lone traveller. That’s been Val’kur’s lifestyle for nearly a decade now, having left his parents behind at a young age. A combination of wanderlust and the desire for connections beyond that of blood drove the young boy to set off from home, the sensations were that powerful. Though he has barely seen or heard from his parents since then, Val’kur feels little regret in this decision.Even as a young child, Val’kur grew quickly and was most at home running in the wilderness where he lived. By the time he was twelve years of age, the halfbreed was already as tall as father and had wrestled with the numerous creatures living in the subterranean tunnels and the forests they led to. The outings only grew in number and length as Val’kur’s body continued to develop, leading to his absence from days on end at times.He wouldn’t learn why he felt compelled to wander until later, and his parents even later. At the time though, when it became clear that there was something more than just a young child’s curiosity at work, his parents were forced to come to a decision. They couldn’t simply force their child to stay, he was more than capable of handling himself, his scars could attest to that. An orc’s natural cunning and an elf’s developed mind, meant that even as a child, Val’kur was more intelligent and mature than his age would suggest.For all that though, he was still inexperienced and no amount of natural cunning would let a novice survive the wilds without a home to return to. His mother came along with him for the next year, teaching him what she could and remembered from her time as a wanderer after she had left her tribe. When he turned fourteen, Val’kur finally set out with the best equipment his parents could provide and their blessings. It was the last time he called the place home. Sorry I was gone for so long! I had rifle practice on Thursday and a match last night.@Zombehs: You're character is accepted. :D@Hallowed: Same for both of yours. :3 I think you're missing their histories though.Tonight, I will try and get the opening post in the IC done so that we can officially start! :D Again, sorry for the wait guys. Welcome back then Tali ^_^ I hope your match went well =3 I'm inclined to ask what kind of rifle you use, but truth be told I'm not even remotely knowladgeable XDI'm kind of excited ^^ Edonil and the little one are waiting too now =3 Making a CS, this looks awesome! Okay, the first post is up! :D@Lucek: Thanks! It did go pretty well, and I had a great time. To answer your question: we primarily shoot smallbore, which means we use .22 caliber rifles, though we also do air rifle pretty frequently.@DaDrummer: Feel free to post a cs. I was going to close this at six people, but a seventh won't be too much of a problem if they're good. And you seem to be really excited. :P I'll post my CS tomorrow because I'm on my phone. I posted already, sorry for the quality, it can only get better though *laughs* I hope no one minds that I did that ^^@Tali That's cool. Only thing I had to do with rifles was shooting air rifles :P Nothing competitive though XD @Lucek: It's a fine post. :3 As for rifles, I prefer smallbore over air only because I don't have an air gun that fits me very well. :P And now I've posted as well. A tiny elf in need of kindness? Tenanye Seraphe, friendly Faerie extraordinaire, is on the case! Awws~ here I thought I'd get snared in too. ;-) It seems I'll have to bring out the small fuzzy bundle of fluff XDI'll correct some spelling when I get home from work. Found some just now. Well, Edonil is just being quiet...Not exactly as pressing as Mizzie's freaked out-ness. ;) You don't treat sprained ankles when someone else has a broken leg. Oh don't worry. I'm sure Val'kur's eventual appearance, aka when I stop being a lazy arse, will incite a great deal of panic with Mizzie.Still debating if I want him to have a conjured travelling companion for additional panic value. Zom, you might want to take it up with Tali, I mean the whole conjured companion part. Edonil is well, as he is, I wasn't joking about the bundle of fluff XDIf Mizzie is the same as in the last game, then I can say this WILL be fun :P Though I had some plans for that, now I have some other ideas. *cue maniacal, evil laughter followed by coughing* Not seeing why a conjured companion would be an issue given he's had more than enough time to establish/bind a few contracts, but sure, what do you have to say about it Tali? My prediction:Binding something living is difficult and complex. A Conjurer lacking formal schooling would be unlikely to manage it. I'm not going to say it's impossible; Adam had a hornet last time. A wolf is probably out, though. Depends on how it works really, I have no idea.In my opinion if the wolf was intelligent enough or for another reason wanted/was amiable to a bond with the Conjurer than it would be easier in some degree than to summon a mindless hornet that was simply pulled to the Conjurer. Taro! Selia! *glomps* =3Sorry, kinda wanted to do that ^_^ XD But you have to think of the size as well. The amount of magic it would take to summon a 40 kg gray wolf is more than a novice has.I will say that Oria has Arua and Edonil has his adopted daughter (or maybe just little sister. ^_^), so I'm not objecting to you having a companion. Just bear in mind that your magic is that of an untrained novice. Aself-trainednovice, actually, Selia. If he formed a non-magical bond of friendship with the wolf before-hand, I think it would be quite simple for him to take the next step and magically bond with it. The wolf just wouldn't receive too much of a benefit from the bond. It would remain a mundane wolf in most/all respects.(Though I am not Tali, and her perspective on Conjuration might be different) Lucek said If Mizzie is the same as in the last game, then I can say this WILL be fun :P Though I had some plans for that, now I have some other ideas. *cue maniacal, evil laughter followed by coughing* And you stay away from her! Mizzie has her big sister back now, and Sera is one little Faerie you do not want to piss off. She'll mess you up! TaroAndSelia said But you have to think of the size as well. The amount of magic it would take to summon a 40 kg gray wolf is more than a novice has.I will say that Oria has Arua and Edonil has his adopted daughter (or maybe just little sister. ^_^), so I'm not objecting to you having a companion. Just bear in mind that your magic is that of an untrained novice. Which is why how it works is important.If size the biggest cost to summoning a creature can the bond between Conjurer and Summoned, if strong enough, cut the amount down substantially? Does an object which is the foci for Conjuration affect the magic, ie, would a fang soaked in blood spilled in a first encounter between Conjurer and Conjured be far more effective than just a plain lock of fur? Does the length of partnership and familiarity between the two individuals affect cost as well?Depending on a bunch of factors, there's numerous things that Val'kur could do to offset the problems associated with being a novice. It is definitely much more complex when the Summoned is a living being, and especially a relatively intelligent being like a wolf (as opposed to a worm or something).In my opinion, all of those things you mentioned amount to a metaphysical bond between Val'kur and the wolf, and would indeed make summonings easier to pull off. Again, the main limiting factor I see is that the wolf will be just a wolf. No Bonded super-wolves for novices. Okay, here's the general check I'm going to suggest (to be applied in any situation):1. Is this important to the story?2. Is this an important part of the character?If it's not, you probably don't need it. I could have Saphira bring her squirrel or some other animal with her, but it would only be more clutter. Ruby could have connections in the town already that would give her more access, but that would just be making her a more powerful character without reason. So if your companion is important, there is a way to make it fit in. If it's just "bring it to scare Mizzie even more," then you don't need it. Oh my dear sweet Lord. Selia, that post is giving me Adam Langley flashbacks. Literally his entire character is a guy who has been living in the wilderness for, like, nine years. Having befriended a wolf during that time is not that much of a stretch.Having a single companion in the form of this wolf doesn't have to be a big deal, no matter his purpose for it being there...EDIT: I'm sorry for snapping at you, but I really don't want this whole thing to happen again. The reason the "orc with a longbow" argument lasted ten goddamn pages was that Adam just wouldn't let it go, and I don't want "half-orc with a wolf" to be part two. Just let him have the wolf, you know? Imperfectionist said Oh my dear sweet Lord. Selia, that post is giving me Adam Langley flashbacks. Literally his entire character is a guy who has been living in the wilderness for, like nine years. Having befriended a wolf during that time is not that much of a stretch.Having a single companion in the form of this wolf doesn't have to be a big deal, no matter his purpose for it being there... Well not living in the wilderness, just travelling around, but close enough. :PAnywho, yes the point of him leaving was sort of because his affinity drove him to seek out bonds that he could form into magical ones later. TaroAndSelia said I will say that Oria has Arua and Edonil has his adopted daughter (or maybe just little sister. ^_^), so I'm not objecting to you having a companion. Just bear in mind that your magic is that of an untrained novice. It's those little caveats. "Bear in mind that your magic is that of an untrained novice." "If it's just 'bring it to scare Mizzie even more,' then you don't need it."As valid as those points might be, those are the exact kind of viewpoints that began all of those arguments way back when. That's all I'm saying. It gives your posts just enough of a condescending tone for Zombehs to think "I need to respond", and before you know it, ten pages of pointless arguing.EDIT: In any case, I'm not helping. I always get too bossy about stuff like this. I'll shut up. As I was skimming these in order to find out where new posts began, I saw Adam's name and almost had a heart attack. Please don't do that to me again. :(As for the topic at hand:In order to make a bond with anything, a ritual must be performed. What is used in the ritual depends on what is being bonded, while the exact ritual used has some slight stylistic differences between Conjurers. Some claim that a certain way is more efficient while others claim that a different way is more powerful. The one thing that remains the same, however, is that a ritual must be performed. Typically, a novice conjurer will not have made a bond with a living being, as the ritual to do so is more complex and requires a greater knowledge base. Some have by the time they join the College, but they have typically had a richer education, like nobles would have. It is very unlikely that someone traveling through the woods will have the knowledge to make a bond with a living creature. However, Conjurers do find it easier to befriend creatures and such, so it isn't unlikely that he would have an animal companion of some sort, though the College might frown upon a massive wolf, at least at first.For the materials used, they always have something to do with the nature of the creature in question. A phoenix, for example, would require ashes or something similar in their ritual. Some creatures can have multiple items that match their nature. Though debated, there hasn't been conclusive evidence that a single item makes the bond any different after a ritual. After years of being bonded to a Conjurer, the use of magic does become noticeably more efficient, but that is for the magical bond. A normal bond, like friendship, does make it easier later, once the mage develops the magical bond, but it's not one hundred percent efficiency of course. Also, an animal without a bond, while friendly, is still just an animal and would receive no benefits until the magical bond was made.I hope that that cleared up some questions. No mentioning **** *******. Gotcha. -_-I do have one more question. How high up are the rafters in the foyer? I would say at least 10 feet (3.05 meters), but probably closer to 15 (4.57). Cool, gotcha. So for now just animal companionship, that works fine for me.God damn quotes and lack of formatting. Whoa, went to sleep and a page of posts XDAnyway, *petpets Impy and Tali* I was just joking Impy, I generally don't RP as a jerk *chuckles* plus Mizzie is adorable, I couldn't bring myself to be mean intentionally.I read that whole argument too, so I will just be quiet, smile and nod so I don't start one.... Look! A distraction!=3 Thanks for you coope- Oh look! A bunny! XDI just posted. I was waiting for someone else to post as well, as that would have given me more to write about, but I figured two days was long enough. :P Sorry, kind of wanted to bring her out faster this time, plus what else to break the silence than a cute, curious animal. Sorry for the quality though~ XD Alright, both Oria and Sorwena are complete. Sorry, that took a lot longer than it should have. You're accepted Hallowed. Sorry for my absence over the past few days. So much to read. TT_TTwelp, what get for takiing foorever to fiinish my girls. Okay, I shall finally announce my return! Saphira has come, but I really have no clue what to do with Ruby. Yay ^^ Welcome back for Her then :P You'll think of something ^_^ don't worry about it now. *skiddles off to read*Edit: I've read it. I want to reply so badly >_.>Edit2: Posted, hope no one minds ^^; if you excuse me I'll go pass out now. Tired after work x_x Sorry for that atrociously spelled final paragraph. It was done on my phone and ended up beiing subjected to the keys being horribly uncoperative combied with sevvere lag. Again, sorry. Don't worry about that, it happens =) Glad to see you back ^^ Sorry I've been gone for so long guys. I've had a busy week. But, I'll try to get a post up once Sera does, if I don't get around to introducing Saelion first. ;) It wasn't something I ever thought about before, but now I feel compelled to ask. What does a fox say? This. This is what a fox says.As for Sera, yeah, I'll hopefully have a post up for her tomorrow. I've been slacking... Not much to do except react to everyone's entrances, though, so maybe I'm justified. :P Mizzie certainly isn't the most chatty of benchmates. The fox says that the song is a bit accurate if the calls are concerned, however it got old quick as everyone was bugging me either with the song or the question XD Fair enough then. I'll go ahead and introduce Saelion and then get everyone moving along. :D Does that sound like a plan to everyone? Yep. Sounds solid ^^ TaliPaendrag said Fair enough then. I'll go ahead and introduce Saelion and then get everyone moving along. :D Does that sound like a plan to everyone? Sounds good enough. Sorry it took me so long guys. I got kind of busy. But, hopefully that allows things to pick up a bit. ;) So I'll assume we just continue along then. Going to try and get a post up soon. Sorry for the delay. I kind of waited for replies to the previous ones still ^^;

The College of Preicana

Trapped in the Campaign (Callie & Silk)

( on the Coast is an impressive place, sitting on the Sea of Green Glass with a harbor able to hold thousands of ships and with close access to the high mountain passes of the Shattered Reaches. A veritable center of trade with roads leading in from all corners of the world. It was an amazing city of white walls and red clay roofs, with cobbled streets and canals. Carved out of a mountain by magic and long dead engineers, it was a marvel. A city of 'modern' fancies in a world of magic.There are the great markets, where any matter of item could be found, if you had the gold kings for it, from angel's tears to exotic minerals mined from clouds and beyond. The city hosted the Libram Citadel, one of the largest collections of knowledge in the explored world. The High Keep, where the ancient dragon Carcos ruled over the council of lords and cabinet of commoners, looked over the largest trade city on the sea. One of it's most famous features were the Great baths, every district had them. The ones closest to the Keep were fed by natural springs but even the ones in the dock ward were things of great beauty and potency. Hence the name 'The Perfumed City' was one of the most famous names for Besar on the Coast.( sighed as she slid out of her top and sat down to unlace her sandals, it was still unbelievable what Tim had done to her and her friends. Granted he'd done more to her than the others, changing her character from a male elf to a female one of outrageous proportions and then altering her magic abilities with his ridiculous 'house rules'. Leene was the only person in the group of players who seemed to get that Tim was bug nuts crazy, and before the others could take advantage of her. Which they had clearly indicated they would one night on the road.Luckily they had managed to head south in the middle of a storm that sealed the high mountain passes, with an avalanche behind them. The problem was that she was nearly out of magics, with only cantrips and a few minor spells left. She stood up and pulled off her skirt and slid into the large pool of the women's baths. She gestured and cast a small cantrip to talk with her friend in the baths over the wall behind her.I never expected to be doing this in a roman style bath, in our campaign world. How are you doing?She asked thru the message spell, knowing he'd hear her thru the spell. She figeted as she tried to relax in the water, washing her body as she tried to figure out how to explain her predicament. How do you explain to your best friend in the world that you need some 'me time' at their rooms to get off sexually so you can learn some spells before they plan their next move. That for her to memorize or recover spells she has to get off, preferably with a partner but even just masturbating would let her get some spells back.Unaware that others were watching her.“She’s a elf mage trained, but clearly she’s not at full power. See how most of her tattoos are silver or faded? For some reason she’s not been recovering her spells like the rest of those high elf tarts do..” one man watching the woman bathe unseen from the bushes.“So? Do you want to to help her?” The other asked, grabbing his groin for emphasis.“No, idiot, we grab her an sell her to one of the pleasure palaces on the peak. Wouldn’t be the first high elf they took in, wed be doing her a service really. Clearly she hasn’t found someone to her liking down here..” he held up a hood to show the other man that he was ready to do this, with a wicked grin. “Of course, they’d pay us a ‘finders fee’ for such a lovely lost thing right?”OOC Two would be kidnappers Stealth checks of 13 and 23. With a perception of 15, Kim only sees one of them as the move in to restrain her and kidnap her. You are currently talking with her via message and there is a ten foot wall between your bath and hers. To climb or jump it would be a DC 12 check with climb or acrobatics respectively. You hear her call out as the two kidnappers move in on her ( leaned back into the bath, for now he was the only guy in the baths, it wasn't what he was quite used to, but it was hardly bad, he looked down, taking in the view of his body once more, infinitely more fit and framed than he ever was in his real world, he felt great, but was it worth it? Kim he friend was in a much more precarious position, originally he was going to be playing the sorceress but whatever the DM... Damn if he could ever remember his name, same with Kim, he knows that's not her real name, or that she was actually a he, that much he remembered, but the more he thought about the details, it just couldn't come to his head. First being dragged into the world, then Kim's scenario, now this. It pissed him off, but they didn't have much of a choice but to play along until they could work out how to strike back, there was others in the group, but they were going to take things too far, Lenne couldn't allow that."I never expected to be doing this in a roman style bath, in our campaign world. How are you doing? "Lenne still couldn't get used to this mind thought contact nonsense, but to Kim, probably much like these new martial arts it was just second nature. "I know right, I'm doing alright. Yourself?" he thought back, waiting for a little while to respond suddenly Kim was calling for help. Surprised by the sudden distress Lenne stood up out of the bath, his substantially larger than he's used to manhood exposed for all to see. If there was anyone. He turned to look at the wall and instinctively thought about the route to takerollAt 2019-05-19 12:22:46, Silk (uid: 4615) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 28 ( a practiced bound Lenne pulled himself up the wall and looked to the women's side. First thing he noticed was Kims naked form moving away from what appeared to be two men who were beginning to move towards her. With a further jump he put himself between her and them. "Excuse me, I believe that your presence here is unwelcome." He moved to be in a combat ready pose. "Kim, you alright?" He nodded (“Oi now pretty boy, it’s not like that.” The man closest to Kim, who was carrying a bag in hand, said as he frowned at the lady elf’s retreat behind her rescuer. The other man slapped a sap in his hand as he moved in with his fellow thug. Neither was a well toned in build as Lenne, as easily could be seen since everyone here was naked, but both had scars that spoke oh a hard life on the back streets of Besar.“Your lady there ain’t been tending to her needs proper like, an we know just the place where a proper tart like your girl can get her NEEDS filled.” He made a lewd gesture as he thrust his pelvis in a very suggestive manner, his companion nodding as he did the same. “A pleasure palace like the Emerald Hall of Delights would pay a pretty bit of coin for a lady like her, enough we could split three ways perhaps?” He said as he and his ally moved up a bit.A few things occurred to Lenne as the one man spoke, the baths had been fuller than their current empty state (perhaps this was one of Tim’s ‘random encounters’ he liked to slip in for ‘fun’. They usually involved Kim in some form of undress) and that Kim was picking ROSES from a nearby planter. Or rather rose petals, he noted as she finished plucking a handful.“Okay, let’s see if I can even the odds for you buddy..” she muttered as she moved beside her friend and gestured quickly. The two men tried to rush the duet of adventurers but were too slow, Kim’s signet ring glowing along with her tattoos as she threw the petals at them. The spell went off with a silver flash and the scent of perfumed air, all lines and runes on Kim's body fading to nearly nothing as the two men dropped to the floor asleep. Kim jumped up and down excitedly, which did interesting things to her body. “Well that worked better than I hoped, I figured I’d get one of them and you could beat up the other.”She quickly snatched up their bath tokens, which were the only way they could prove they were allowed in the baths..and get their gear. Then with a full body blush and an ‘eep’ she grabbed two robes and pulled one on and offered the other to her friend as she noticed a few things.Like how well endowed her friend had become, and that he was very ‘happy to see’ her, or that her own body was turned on by him. Of course with the libido Tim gave her, she was turned on by a lot of things.OOCUsing her arcane focus, Kim casts Sleep. The would be kidnappers roll a 4 an 5 will save, respectively. Given what they said, and you can’t fail a DC 10 perception check, you realize that her tattoos have steadily faded since your arrival here and that she is out of spells, aside from cantrips.Between that and what they said and what you recall Tim saying when you arrived, you realize she need sexual release to regain spells ( gauged the fighting capability of the two men, neither looked particularly skilled, but they were experienced, the scars giving a way a rough life, chances are they'd be quite dirty fighters, he couldn't trust for them to fight honorably so he wouldn't be able to hold back on that assumption, Kim's freedom was on the line. He listened intently to their comments about her "needs" and how he was failing them, if only they knew the truth of Kim, admittedly it was quite difficult for Lenne himself sometimes, he knew Kim for who she was, a guy, and a pretty good friend, just because the circumstances have resulted in him being in a Elven body... A very attractive elven body. He shook his head dispelling the thought from his mind, hoping that the mind messaging still wasn't in effect, he promised Kim he would try his best to not treat her any differently, and he intended to keep his word.From behind Kim burst into action, her spell taking immediate effect as the two men fell asleep almost instantly, He grinned and turned around to praise her initiative, only to get a eyeful of her bouncing body, his mind immediately going to a different scene where she would be "bouncing", the thought causing him to get aroused extremely quickly, now he desperately hoped that he wasn't projecting his thoughts to her still. "S-sorry" he stuttered before turning away to give her some privacy, moving to the two thugs to make sure their heads were above water level. Normally he would just leave them to their fate, but he knew murder was against the law, and a strong compulsion insisted that he adhered to it.With a light tap on his shoulder he turned to see Kim now in the bath robe, with another in her hands for hi, looking down at her he realized that he was now very much at full mast. Looking rather sheepish, "S-sorry... I know its.. Awkward" He sighed putting the robe on, he knew she knew about it, but he was also aware that she was also... Interested in it, her gaze lingered on his mast, but not in a disgust sort of way, more of a intrigue. Hesitantly he put his hand on her shoulder, "Kim... I know you don't like the idea of it... Your a guy after all... But perhaps you should have the room to yourself tonight?" He thought about how he was going to word it. Deciding to go with the more pragmatic approach. "I mean, we know how your spells work, as well as how you get them back. We can hopefully find a alternative soon, but you need to be able to defend yourself if I'm not about. The DM isn't going to let up on you." He removed his hand. "I'll... Wait outside until your, done." He nodded, taking his bath token, readjusting his robe to cover his manhood, which had only just started to settle down. (“There’s a couple problems with that, mostly..” she blushed as her friend brought up the ‘body in the room’. Only to freeze in place along with the rest of the world. Time Stop. Tim’s trademark ‘I’ve come to gloat’ trick.”Mostly, she’s been doing that already old buddy. So much so I made it so she has hit a point of dismissing returns. She can play with herself all she wants, and let me tell you buddy..boy has she, but till she does something with someone else she’s not getting any new spells.”Tim’s voice fills the world like it did when they arrived.”doesn't fix the other problem either, her libido keeps going up. Got to respect the willpower, she should have been humping everything in sight now but she kept on holding it. Problem is, it spoils my fun. So I figured I’d let you know what is going on. Maybe offer you some incentives and let you know what she could be doing. Anytime she fucks, her drives ease up a bit, and she gets her spells back. If she really goes wild, or does something hot like a higher level monster, she gets a bonus or two. Her spells are stronger and I give a bonus spell or two and party XP. More if you join in.” Tim’s voice paused for a moment, giving Lenne the time to check out the frozen world.”Tell you what, you guys do something here in these private baths and I’ll throw in a few extras. A level each, maybe a stat increase maybe even some loot. She’s got one spell left, unnatural lusts, maybe she can have it cast on you or herself..you know to prime the pump. Help one of you work past all these sexual hang ups you two have. Plus with you mastery of Ki, you could turn her own or relax her or make it an amazing ride” .“...well I can’t get off enough on my own it seems. I was going to ask just what you were suggesting but I ah..think without someone else involved I’d just be getting off.” She pulled out a key to one of the private baths. “I was going to discuss it, an I know you..ah.. are ..attracted to this body.” She is blushing violet red by then and stammering but there was a sense of guilt from the message spell that she was letting her partner down and not pulling her weight.And she was seeming unaware that Tim had talked to Lenne ( looked on as everything suddenly went still, he could still move a little but the ice around his feet prevented any real movement. Shortly enough a voice echoed in his head, He knew it to be the DM's But why couldn't he remember his name, it pissed him off, he wanted to smack him upside the head when they finally get out of here. But for now they had no choice but to play his sick twisted game. Like some peeping tom observing all events and getting off on it no doubt. Incentives to finally go through with the deed, and Lenne knew Kim needed it, he could feel her impulses in the mind message, he tried his best to ignore it for the sake of her dignity. He didn't want Tim to win, he couldn't but he had to help Kim as well. He promised he would.Eventually the time freeze would end and Lenne turned to look at Kim. She felt guilty, pulling the key out of the robes pocket, he knew what she was suggesting, but Lenne still felt reservations, it would be letting Tim get what he wants. Instead of answering he moved close to her, closing her hand around the key before taking her into a hug, his muscular frame surrounding hers. Before pulling away, keeping one hand over hers with the key in. "I know what you... Want.. Need Kim, I do, your not weak, I told you I would do everything I can to protect you. I won't do anything you don't want me to, if you want to go through with this, I will, you are a extremely beautiful elf right now." That much is plain, he noted his still quite substantial growth downstairs. "If you want to go through with this..." He took his hand off of hers, letting her be the one to decide where this goes. "I... Know what your last spell is. If you want to use it..." I muttered softly, Not that the spell would be needed once they get in, and he didn't know how much it would affect either of them. "If we... Use that spell, we can at least know what happens will be compulsion, make it less awkward afterwards. He turned away and walked to between the two doors, one leading outside of the paths, the other to the private baths. Then awaited her decision. ( was kind of scary, Kim thought as she led the way to the private baths, and a bit thrilling too. She'd been reluctant to 'feel out' her body when she first arrived and it was only after her only friend getting hurt that she'd masturbated to get her magic back. Each time it was easier to do and she got less from the increased pleasure she gained from it. It was nearly addictive, she thought as she stepped through the door way and let Lenne walk in before closing and locking the door.It was a white marble room, lit by magical spheres of light, and in the center was a tub big enough for five or six people to sit comfortably. To one side was small box contained things light sweet bread and cheeses and a decanter of wine, one beneath the table held a variety of oils and such. She poured a drink of wine for both of them with a blush as she let him settle into the bath before disrobing and letting the soft cotton robe slide to the floor. She was still visibly nervous as she picked up the goblets and strode over to the bath and walked down the steps with a sexy swaying of her hips that she didn't seem aware of. Handing one goblet to Lenne, she delicately drank from the goblet with both hands."Spiced wine..a bit strong for me." She confessed with a shy smile as she put her nearly empty goblet on the edge of the bath and moved in close. There was look of curiosity in her eyes as she leaned in to kiss her friend as she slid into his lap, her body pressed against his. As she broke the kiss, she leaned in to whisper in his ear as she rubbed against his erect manhood. "I heard monks could do amazing things with Ki.. can you do it to me?"She leaned back and nibbled on her lower lip as she slid down on his erect manhood. As she tightened around him, she leaned over again. "I don't want compulsion.. this first time.. this moment..is my choice." she said before whispering arcane words in his ear.UNNATURAL LUST ( took a deep breath as Kim made her choice, he still had some reservations, but he was commited to it now. Stepping through the threshold the private baths were substantially better than the public ones, no supprise he supposed, the private function areas were always a damn sight better than public. Hearing the door close behind him he moved to the baths, removing his robe and letting it fall to the floor, the tattoos across his back framing his muscular frame well, as well as his quite attractive backside.Before long Kim came to join him in the bath, holding him a wine goblet which he took several drinks from his wine before putting it to the side next to Kims, she was already in his lap by this point and she moved in to kiss him, it felt so natural for them to do this, like any other sexual partner, some hesitation still in his actions making it feel rigid for her.Listening to her request for him to use his Ki touch, Lenne considered the request, he had a pretty good idea what would happen, shaking his head a little he moved his hands up and began to slowly caress across Kims immaculate body, focusing his Ki through his fingers as he went leaving what seemed to be small bulbs of blue flame dancing across his fingers, anywhere they touched would feel amazing, especially when his hands coasted alone more sensitive regions such as Kims breasts neck and backside, then a feeling that outdoes it all as he moved his hand between her legs and gently rubbed her clit. Pressing against it long enough that the sensation lingered after he had removed his hand.Then, as if like a floodgate breaking, all of his pent up hormones lust and passion broke free as Kim cast her spell, his cock growing to it's full size while still inside her, he needed her, he needed this, its all that mattered now was getting off with her. A powerful lust filling his eyes as he gripped her sides, moving her body up and down his shaft while he himself thrusted his hips hard into her, his mouth pressing against hers as his tounge sought hers out in a open mouth kiss, softly grunting with each thrust. He couldn't hold it back any longer. ( SilvaFemale High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)4HP: 22 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4She was scared, at first, then Lenne's hands ran over her body. She sighed and closed her eyes as he ran his hand over her neck, and actually moaned as he literally ran fingers of fire over her breasts and nipples, far better than she’d done on her own. She felt so good as he ran hands over her behind and it was like her whole body was on fire. When he touched her slit, she exploded with a loud moan as she moved up and down on his shaft. She felt her body tighten around his shaft and she writhed up and down on him as he pushed in and out of her.When her spell hit him the tempo increased and she was beyond anything she ever experienced, she gripped his shoulders as she ground against him. She hungrily kissed him as her body climaxed again and again as Lenne pushed into her. Her eyes glowed golden and her tattoos started to glow intently as her body achieved release again and again. She continued kissing him as Lenne pushed in and out of her. ( couldn't believe how great this felt, back in the real world he only had one opportunity to have sex and he completely messed it up and became a laughing stock for a long time after, but now he wasn't even tired, it felt great, and his partner was screaming in pleasure so intently that he wasn't sure if she would be able to talk for a while after this. His own grunts being drowned out as he continued to viciously pound away inside her, the effects of the unnatural lust were long since over but he could keep going anyway.After a while he felt the tell tale sign of a build up in his loins, holding Kim still as he stopped thrusting, letting it all explode out as his cum filled her insides, without realizing it he ended up using his Ki again, sending the shockwaves coursing through Kims insides this time. He took a few deep breaths as he finished blowing his load, moving in to kiss her one more time before he started to gently and rhythmically fuck his friend, getting slower as he inched his way out of her. "I..." He took a deep breath, his thighs still pounding away as he found his voice "I... I can keep going if you want more." He panted, noting that despite blowing his load, his shaft was still at full glory, ( Kim SilvaFemale High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)4HP: 22 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4She was beyond words, the combination of her long delayed need and his skillful use of Ki had her body responding in ways she never imagined. The waves of pleasure as her body exploded in wave after wave of pleasure, her body and mind slipping into waves of pleasure that had her body literally blowing as her tattoos filled with more and more power. Finally it was too much and she swooned as Lenne kept pleasuring her, she collapsed into his arms as he exploded into her.Way to go stud, you pop her cherry good. Look at her, all charged up with sexual energy and glowing from you ramming it to her.Tim said as the world stopped for a moment.Not as much as me bending her over and giving it to her hard, fast and heavy but now she knows her role in the game. Party power slut, she needs to be fucked from time to time to get her spells back. Since you blew her breakers so to speak, I'll deliver like I said I would. You get a +2 to a physical attribute, I'd suggest constitution.. you know.. for more staying power. She's getting a boost in charisma, you'll see why."Her breasts swelled at least a cup size.And I've given you both special abilities. She gets extra spells for a good show, like now she gets bonus spells from a good fucking.There is the sound of dice being rolled.Let's see.. +1 for your 'gifted' assets. She gets 6 levels of spells this time. Now, your special ability is..well let's call it sexual healing. You fuck, and the person you do the deed with and you heal. Right now, you essentially give a Cure Moderate Wounds equal to your character level. Twice a day, cause I want you guys fucking like bunnies.The world picked up speed and a new tattoo appears on Leene, with two gold stars, apparently he has the power yet to heal himself and his friend, Mianna.He blinked, her name was Mianna now. Another 'gift' from the GM, wonder what the newly named elf woman would say when she woke up.OOC: +2 to one of Leene's physical attributes, +1 level, and a magic item for each character. A Staff of the Pyre Lord for the newly named Mianna and an Bracer of Armor +3 for Lenne. ( brought his thrusting to a stop as Kim lay on top of him, his shaft still plugging her, it's spasming still felt good for him causing it to remain full for longer, he hugged her gently as she slept in his arms, the warm water from the bath surrounding them. Suddenly things froze once more. Tim the DM was making his presence known once more. Lenne sighed knowing he couldn't stop events from unfolding again. He listened intently to Tim but this time anger was boiling up in him, for making them do this. He couldn't hold his tounge any nothing."DM, Since you've made it so I can't remember your name, least you can do is tell me this. Why Mianna? Huh? Her name isnt Mianna it's Mianna. the fuck" He was suprised to find every time he tried to say Kim it came out as her new name Mianna. Shaking his head, he could worry about that later. "I was going to play the female to start, why did you switch, why did you do this? What do you have against her so much? Why all of this?" He didn't expect to get an answer but he had to ask anyway. At least they got something out of the event, they were quite a bit stronger, hopefully that'll help them bring this whole situation to a close sooner.After time started once more Lenne noted the new tattoos on himself and Mianna, holding her tightly once more, feeling rather guilty about what they just did, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it, but that just made it worse. "Surely there is a better way..." He thought, thinking of any alternatives while he let Mianna sleep. ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)4HP: 22 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4She stirred, feeling sated for the first time in long while; since her arrival in this world, and now she felt..complete. How could she have avoided something this potent and pleasing. Her eyes opened, glowing with power as she ran a hand over her companion whispering to him in an arcane tongue , implant urge. Easing his reluctantance to have sex with her as she slid hand down to grip and teasing his manhood back to hardness."I think we should enjoy ourselves again." Mianna purred as she pushed Leaned back onto the steps of the bath, looking a lot more assertive role in their coupling. "I feel.. powerful." She cooed as she worked her companion to hardness. It was like she had slipped fully into character. ( looked at Mianna a little concerned for his friend, while he could certainly appreciate that fucking her felt great, and in combination with her spell he was having a bit of difficulty from doing it again, he was certainly eager but it felt a little off this time. That she was losing herself to the character, he paused before putting a hand on the one she was stroking him with. "Mianna... No this isn't you, you've got to keep your head, don't let the DM win by turning you into what he wants..." He signed, he struggled to think about what to do about her. But he wanted her, so badly.For the first time in a long while the world froze for everyone but Mianna, timed well enough for when Lennes body and manhood was exposed for her to see."Well well Mianna, looks like you're starting to accept your new life. Shame Lenne isn't quite to eager, so i thought I'd give you a hand. Go ahead, he's completely open for you to use. I'll keep time frozen until your finished." ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)4HP: 22 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4She, the personality that Tim had created Mianna, looked around and down at the the frozen man she was straddling. There was a small part of her that had once been named something else, she could feel it trying to get back in control. She was more open and up front about sex that this part of her that had come from another world. She doubted that voice could gain control again and didn't want it to. It was afraid of sex."The person you're looking for is still in my head, crying about how wrong this is." she said as she started to grind against the frozen man. She'd much rather enjoy him moving and pleasuring her but why not take what was offered? "I'm assuming you are the one who gifted me with these new powers and magnificent breasts?" She asked as she started to pant a little as her body quickly built to a peak. The voice didn't dim this time though, she noticed as she came."The former man is fighting me.. trying to gain control." She said with a sly smile. "Am I more to your liking little godling? Does my hunger fit your wishes more? Do you want to do more than watch as I writhe on the shaft of another man?" She enjoyed the rush of pleasure that she was having, both from the thrill of being watched and the actual act. "I doubt you are as gifted...'She blinked, that wasn't what she had intended. It was the Other, the outworlder whose body had been made into her own. He was gaining strength as she could feel his mind rising back up for control."You should help me! He's gaining control back.." She said frantically. "DO something if you have any power at all!" Then she froze as she tried to fight the other personality from rising. ( laughed as he watched Mianna and Kim battle among themselves for control over the body, "That's right Kim squirm for me, I don't want this to be easy for you, to lose yourself to Mianna, no no, you don't get off that easy my friend, not after everything you've done." He laughed once more, after which he went quiet as he considered his options, "Now now Mianna, why would I let you get it any easier? Where is the fun, the battle of wits? I have a most wonderful solution."The room went dark for a few moments, until it began to be lit up once more by Mianna's body glowing, after a few further seconds the light split off into two, separating the personalities of Kim and Mianna, almost identical in every way except for a change of tattoo and eye color."Now ladies, I will continue to move time forward, I will leave you with a challenge, whichever one of you makes him moan loudest, will be the dominant personality, while the other will be forced to wait until your power is almost drained to surface, of course, when you go about recharging your power, the dominant personality will come back, forcing you to watch all over again. Do it well and I might even throw in a bonus, the scroll of create familiar, such a devilishly wonderful spell. now... No time to waste"And like that Tims voice left the room as time started ticking over, leaving Lenne with a extremely confused expression as he observes two Beautiful busy elvish sorceresses and no context as to why."M-mianna? Whats going on?" He looked on confused and concerned, something was very wrong. ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4“I’m your mistress..” Mianna said as she resumed her grip on him, running her hand up and down. “Your godling wants to see which of us can make you moan loudest..that will be me wont it my toy?” She purred as she picked up the tempo again. It was like she understood the way Leanne’s body worked. “Show me your loyalty.”It was quite hard not to say anything with such sensations. ( still didn't get what was going on, he could only guess that maybe Mianna had used some sort of magic to split herself into two people? But why did they seem so different from eachother? He looked to the other one who wasn't calling him his mistress to hope it might glean some extra information, but his eyes closed instinctually as he began to grunt at her attentions, the impant urge spell still causing his body to react favorably to it. Taking a bit of a guess that this was like a plan to seperate and vent her feelings without having to compromise her body again Lenne decided to play along, gripping a handful of her hair and using it to pull her forward. "You'll need more than a hand to really get me going, try that tounge of yours, "mistress" he grinned using his stregnth to push her head down towards his manhood, still watching for the reaction of the other Mianna ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4“It’s like she said, Tim has said whoever makes you moan loudest gets to be in charge of our body.” The green eyed on said as the gold eyed on placed a hand on his chest and the world went a little out of focus as her magic poured into him (beguiling touch, basically a 2 round Charm Monster, DC 17.)“You’d be much happier as mine than hers..” the gold eyed version said as poured her magic into him. “Don’t you want me to collar you and do as I will?” She ran her tongue along his shaft and ran her fingers along its length.The Green eyed on leaned over as kissed him, perhaps nervously? As she whispered a spell in his ear (Implant Urge, DC 17, Leanne liked to yell as he made others climax.) Still a bit nervous but also looking a bit determined, she took one of his hands down to her sex, looking in his eyes and nodding to him.OOC: Since this is technically a combat at this point, you do gain a +4 versus charm effects like Charm person/monster. So if you want to resist ‘Gold eye Mianna’ touch, you’d get that bonus.Implant Urge has the full dc, no bonuses. Quote from: Silk on 26-05-2019, 10:50:09( 2019-05-26 12:36:33, Silk (uid: 4615) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 13 ( (+4 for the bonus vs charm so pass on result 17)Opt to fail for Kim, because given the natures of the two I'm more inclined to try and help Kim winLennes eyes glazed over for just a moment as Mianna's spell almost took hold, until something in his blood started to fight against it causing them to refocus, still, her tongue felt great against his shaft, but that wasn't enough for him, not for the moment, if only to stop her from trying to cast spells on him he gripped her hair once more, using his strength to guide her mouth to the end of his shaft before trying to push it down,contested strength rollAt 2019-05-26 12:45:32, Silk (uid: 4615) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 19 ( his other hand rested between green eyed Miannas legs he kissed her softly, still feeling a little sympathetic as she was obviously quite nervous about what's going on, he had to try and help make sure she was the one who won, not the golden eyed mistress Mianna, he wouldn't be able to keep up with that hungry dominatrix and losing his friend to this false personality, letting her enchantment take root he began to start rubbing his fingers across her slit, letting one finger slide in the gaped hole that he only recently finished making, he tried his best to focus channeling his Ki on his fingers, letting the sexual energy pass through his hand directly onto his thumb resting on her clit, pressing it in a strong gentle way that allowed his healing touch to take full effect. ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4The one giving him a blow job was amazingly good, of course she was the arch typical elven sex magi. Leanne could feel his body tensing for relief and knew she'd have him coming soon enough. A long drawn out groan filled his mouth as he felt his body about to surge, and he could feel her ready to suck him clean. Green eyed Mianna was pushing against his probing fingers, she was running her hands over newly enhanced breasts, moaning as his fingers tease that special point. Her body clenched around his probing fingers, she all but screamed as his Ki set her off and leaned over whispering another spell (Share Memory, sharing 1 minute of her climaxes) as she continued to climax."Oh my god.. " She screamed as she came, the spell cutting off as Leanne and Mianna came together. was quickly overcome with extasy as not only did he have to content with his own climax, but he also felt Kims coursing through his body as well, groaning loudly as the feeling quickly overwhelmed him burning out his constitution as he felt exhausted and fell asleep almost instantly after he finished his load, his balls completely drained. Then the taletale signs of Tims return showed as the world ceased to move."Well well, I wasn't expecting that, you completely blew his mind from what I could tell girls, very well done indeed, but that does make my decision rather difficult as it's hard to tell which of you caused him to moan the loudest, good choice of spells by the way very nice." He laughed before going silent for a long moment. "Aha I have made my decision! Since you both won, kind of, I will allow you to share the body equally, Kim you will control it as long as your libido is satiated, but as you use your spells and unless you start fucking, Mianna will take control, but it's not all bad Mianna, I will allow you to occasionally have the power to override that and force yourself to the fore to enjoy yourself. Sound good? Oh wait you don't have a choice." He laughed again. "Since you did so well. I will leave you this book. It will teach you how to create the familliar, enjoy won't you, Oh and don't show Lenne, it's a suprise!"Eventually time moved forward once more, Lenne still asleep and only one Mianna stood, a book at her feet. ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4Mianna sat on the edge of the bath and opened the book, looking it over. It wasn't really a familiar spell, she'd bond with another sentient being.. tattooing her brand on to them and binding them to her. Sex, which suddenly had become a problem, would be much better with that person. She sighed as she wrapped it in a towel and set it aside as she sat in her friend's lap and tried not to think of having to fuck someone fairly often."I'll get you home..and then we can beat the shit out of Tim." She told her friend, blinking as her voice carried a noticeable elven accent. A sexy one. ( a few miniutes and hearing Mianna's voice echo through his head Lenne started to stur, his body spent after so many back to back sessions with his friend. Seeing her on his lap. "Oh... Hey Mianna, did I fall asleep? Sorrry, it's been rather... draining" He chuckled trying to make light of the situation, he felt sore and spent, but very relaxed. He pulled her in for a hug. "What happened... Why was there two of you, what happened there?" He asked, holding her tight. "We can't keep going like this, if that other personality gets the lead, I... Don't think I'll be able to keep up." He finished before lifting her up, letting himself stand as he stretched. "Whats the time anyhow? Perhaps we should clean up and call it a night?" ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4“Sorry, I gave him the leverage on us.” She said apologetically as she picked up a wash cloth to wash him off. There was a thrill at doing it., as she realized that she was more comfortable around her friend. Her naked male friend. That she had repeated had sex with, she realized with a blush. “I should have told you, maybe I could have gone to the pleasure palaces and had a few girls...” Or guys, she realized that she was much more sexually flexible now.“So, wash my back?” She turned to let him see that she’s gotten more shapely as well as busty. Her tattoos glowed all over her body as she moved the mane of golden hair out of the way. “I think we need to discuss the sex in the room. Neither of us want Mistress Mianna coming back do we?” ( smiled as his friend apologized, look Mianna, "I know how you feel, but don't think that this is your fault, he would've found a way to get to us regardless of what we did, you can't be expected to be able to hold against him in all things, thats why were working together right?" He finished closing his eyes as she washed him, after the days events it was a nice period of peace for him, and he felt all the more relaxed for it happening. "While you should've told me, I could've done something to help, I mean... It's not like I didn't ENJOY being close to you like that, I was always cautious because I didn't know if it was what you wanted... I mean... You know, your a good friend, and now a stunningly sexy individual, was there any question that I wouldn't be interested in that way? I just respect who you are, not what you are." He smiled before turning around, getting a view full of her body once more, even in his tired state the raw sex appeal of her naked body caused him to grow erect once more, made even worse by her blushing, it was just all so tempting... Placing his hands on her he hesitated a moment as she asked him to wash her back, before turning her around to start washing her, desire to spent ki to please her further passed his mind but he restrained himself, not that the washing down didn't feel good. "You're right there... I don't want you to lose yourself to that other personality, and... I think if she had her way I'd be a worn out husk before the night is out, or used as some pet to experiment on, neither really appeal to me" He laughed "As for the sex, well, perhaps we should talk more." He smiled as he finished up. "There all done, you ready to start going or?" He stood up and stretched out his hand to help her up. ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4“Part of me wants to help you with that but I’m hungry and I think you need some fluids.” She teased as she pulled on a robe and chuckled. “How did it feel to experience my climax through the spell?”She asked as she led the way out, pausing to pick up the book and rewrap it in the towel. She had a more natural stride, one that could only be described as a sexy sway. At the item pick up, she gave the would be kidnappers tokens as well as hers. She riffled thru the clothing, picked out their money and valuables before throwing the rest in the trash. The magic items were equally a surprise to her. A powerful magic staff for her and bracers for Leanne.Once back at the tavern, she called her spell book from its hiding place and started memorizing new spells, muttering about the fact she still had too many ‘kinky spells’.“So, new problem..Mistress. We need to keep her down, you want to do it..you know..sex..in the morning? I can use any unused spells to ease you into it if you want..” ( looked down and saw that he was at full mast one more, looking a little sheepish at her comment of helping to deal with it. He had to admit, fucking such a beautiful and near on cock hungry woman was a great experience, it was concern for his friends wellbeing that stayed his hand, and his lust. "I got to admit, if that's what climaxing for a woman is like, I'm not suprised your finding the whole affair rather addicting." He mused, hoping he didn't insinuate that she was going to throw everything away to remain a sex hungry sorceress. Not that he would blame her if she did.Lenne noted Mianna squirrel away the book along with some other belongings, not wanting to put much thought into it he assumed it was just a wizards spellbook given by the DM, she was using a lot more spells that she didn't before, that had to be it. And she was just embarrased about sharing right?...Lenne sat on the desk next to the bed, he was getting really quite hungry now but understood the need for Mianna to get her spells sorted first and foremost in case something happens."Well, I don't think easing into it is going to be nessercary Mianna, I mean, you got a body built for the bedroom, all you really need to do is give me consent and after that I don't think I'd really be able to stop myself, as always, if you don't want to, I won't push it. But... Well as you can kind of tell... Little head kinda made his opinion known too many times now to conceal that you are an amazing lay." He went quiet. "Sorry I don't mean to make it awkward for you. I still can't think to understand what your going through in that body... I'm no better than those assholes..." He sighed.. ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4“Dinner first, I’m hungry and I assume you are too.” She said as she looked thru her summoned spellbook, unaware that the tome on the familiar ritual has reappeared on the floor. “I need an hour, though these will only be spells till I do this again in the morning. I figure that I should learn some spells, you know in case of a not so random encounter. Why don’t you go get us some dinner and make sure our horses are still here?”She sighed as he left, this was so screwed up. She wanted to have sex with him, she was definitely okay with it but needed to figure out how to reassure him that he wasn’t like the others. He wanted to talk about it, sign number one that he wasn’t like the others. ("Yeah very much so..." He commented as she mentioned the food, he was starving by this point so didn't need a whole lot of coaxing to get him to go in search of food. "Sounds like learning new spells is a pain in the ass, but I supose there had to be some trade off" He laughed as he moved to the doorway. "Just look after yourself ok? I'll bring us back something good." He smiled before disapearing down the hallway.While downstairs Lenne had to content with very little in terms of conflict, but he did find himself regularly intercepted by bar whores and even the odd female adveturer that took interest in him, weirdly he couldn't push himself to become interested, yes some were beautiful, none of them had the sheer appeal of Mianna, turning each of them down he moved to the bar and ordered dinner for the pair to be delivered to the room along with some drink. With his first task complete he moved ahead to the stables and took some time to look after their horses, making sure they were settled in for the night. It was some time until he finally returned to the room a little after the food was delivered, stew and ribs. With little provokation Lenne sat down and started enjoying his meal. ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4“Mmmm..smells yummy.” She said as she got up from her studying, kissing his cheek as she took her tray and sat down. “Thing is, most of my spells are kinky. I got a few outright damage spells but I find that things like my lusts spell, sharing memory, or implanting thoughts spells work easier.” She shrugged, which did delightful jiggles in her new bustline. She seemed totally unaware of how feminine she moved and sounded now.“So, sex before bed or in the morning..” Or both lay unspoken between them. “We have a bit more cash thanks to or would be kidnappers, I could pay orway into the library now..and you could look into books on Ki while I try to find spells or clues to this ‘gateways to worlds’ ( smiled as she took the food, and at the kiss of his cheek, blushing a little as she turned away. No... Don't do it Lenne don't fall for her like this... don't fall in love with her. It's Kim your friend not Mianna he chastised himself before sitting down with his tray, he was starving but he couldn't really take his eyes off of her, she had changed so much, she almost seemed comfortable and enjoying her new found femininity, but he reasoned that she was just putting on a brave face or that the DM was messing with her, she couldn't be liking everything she's going through... Could she?His thoughts quickly turned to his food, once again being reminded just how hungry he was he started eating with abandon, "Well... It's pros and cons I guess, doing it before bed will help us sleep easier on these horrible tavern beds, in the morning would let you go longer throughout the day, but may end up leaving me a little exhausted" He winked, "As for the Library it does sound like a good idea, knowledge is power and all that." he smiled as he finished up his meal, waiting for Mianna to finish hers he noted the darkness looming from outside. "I think for tonight we've had enough fun, give ourselves a chance to recover overnight and we can see about things in the morning." he smiled taking off most of his Armour but leaving his underclothes and slacks on, before slipping under "his" side of the bed, under no delusion that they likely wouldn't be keeping to one side of the bed each tonight. ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4How cute, he thinks he gets to choose when we couple; a very Mistress thought slipped thru her mind. Easily quashed. She nodded carefully, as she listened to his arguments as they ate. She knew that sex was amazingly empowering for her as her charged tattoos showed to al, that saw her. She knew his concerns, it was easy to read that face, about how she was adjusting to her form. She was more comfortable in her skin, because she had to be, either she could have kept all of her male outlook or accept some of what she’d become to beat the Mistress. Even now, she felt the bitch push and probe for control.After the meal, she also prepared for bed. She watched him stay modestly dressed as she undressed completely, wondering what he thought of her new figure and glowing tattoos as she instinctively made it a teasing striptease before sliding into bed with him. She nibbled on her lips as she looked at him.“There is a third option..now and tomorrow morning. You could just use your Ki to bring me to release now..because if I fall asleep satisfied..I might not dream of her..” ( watched as he was quickly entranced by her strip tease, he remained somewhat dressed for her comfort, but all it served to do now was add a layer to the tent that quickly formed in his loins, unlike other times he didn't make much of an effort to try and hide it. Watching her intently as she slipped into bed with him, as they looked into each others eyes he couldn't hold back anymore as he placed a hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for a long kiss. Soon finding himself on top of her he pulled away and smiled. "Sorry, I don't have any Ki remaining tonight, I guess we'll have to do it the old fashioned way." He began to kiss her again, moving down her body, starting at the neck to sucking on her breasts, his hands a few steps of his mouth at any time. guiding her legs open as he pressed his tongue against her folds, his thumb teasing her clit. He may of felt a little awkward about using her to get himself off, but if he was basically just helping her get off, well... That was a different story. ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4She lay back and signed with pleasure as he worked downward on her. A month ago she'd have imagined being the man in this but now she enjoyed being the woman, how much of her self-image had Tim changed or outright destroyed she wondered as his tongue aroused her nipples. It was unbelievably good to feel him on then. She spread her legs as she let him move downward, running her and thru his hair. It would be easy enough to use one of her spells, get him to fill her fully and do what her body hungered for but she didn't. She closed her eyes and savored the pleasure he was giving her.She'd use the spell in the morning if needed, to ensure that she kept 'Mistress' at bay. That was all the reason she did it for sure. ( continued to work hard between Mianna's legs, taking his time to target all of the sensitive spots gauging by how she moaned, using a mix of his tounge and fingers to try and drive her to orgasm, it would be so easy for him to just rise up and start fucking her senselessly again but he wanted to avoid having too much of a good thing, he was still not sure what additional effects this much sex were having on his friend, she seemed less and less like herself every time things got frisky. ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4Thing was a part of her, and not simply the Mistress, was wanting him to do just that. She needed release to gain spells and it was more pleasure and power than she’d ever felt. She was feeling her body grow tight and hot as he worked her body to release. She slid her hand down to run her fingers thru his hair, easing him down to her waiting sex.Her tattoos glowed, pulsing as her body built towards a peak and release.How could I have denied this for so long?She thought as her body arched as she reached that hungrily needed peak. She moaned as the waves of pleasure rushed thru her body and slipped from that rush of pleasure into sleep. Sated and smiling as she cuddled Lenne as she sank into an erotic dream land.The tome slipped out of it’s wrappings as she slept, sliding to the floor from the stack of books she had piled by the bed. It landed just loud enough to be heard by anyone who was still awake. ( took his time, allowing Mianna to enjoy herself, letting herself feel the ministrations of his feline tongue across her body, pressing her to orgasm for another time today, not that he minded, but if this was going to be a thing in the months and years to come, perhaps he thought, they should consider an alternative, because he will not last Mianna's new voracious sexual appetite for very long, even with his peak physicality body that he was granted.Suddenly there is a slight drop as he looked down to spot her tome, curious he slowly moved her hands off of his body and began to investigate the tome, while he couldn't understand most of the spells, there was one that caught his eye, a ritual for a familliar. Allegedly it would fuel her for energy without needing for her to have a sexual release. He thought about it, "It needs a willing soul... If this is true though" He muttered, for a while he decided to go ahead with it in the end, looking at her, "if I can make this easier for you I will" he smiled, before lying down and returning to sleep, leaving the tome on the page with the ritual ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4Tim cheated. All the time, after all what god was there in being a god if you didn’t stack the deck in your favor. Mistress was something new, and he’d spent several hours considering this new facet. He also enjoyed watching Mianna get heavily fucked in ways that he was sure that her old self would have been mortified by. Her last words before falling asleep were too encouraging to let Mistress take over completely. She was essentially an NPC and he couldn’t get the thrill out of tormenting someone who was: A. Basically a NPC ie.. already his bitch. B. Someone who wasn’t upset by being a hyper sexualized fuck mage.So, he ‘nudged’ the awareness of the ritual into Lenne’s sleeping mind. It wasn’t much anyway but he added a bit of a compulsion to the sleeping monk’s mind. That would ‘encourage’ him to do his part in the ritual. Say the words. Do the actions, which was of course.. sex.Early MorningMianna woke first, feeling..well amazing after being so.. tired and drained for so long. She was aware of things she hadn’t been before and felt.. more clear thinking after ‘scratching the itch.’ She felt Lenne against her body, one part in particular HARD against her. She felt a blush as the awareness of him against her made her body stir in ways that weren’t entirely unwelcome now. She had to accept things to keep Mistress at bay, such as that she was a woman now, a woman with sexual needs and desires.Might as well get the itch scratched before I rememorize my spells.She thought as she rolled her friend onto his back and slid her body on top of his, sighing as she felt his manhood stir at her closeness. Did she want to wake him with a blow job... or go right to the main course?She rubbed her sex against him as she leaned down to kiss the monk as she rubbed against his morning wood, sighing as she felt the magic in her stir. She held back on the temptation to manipulate him with magic.“Good morning.. “ she whispered as she saw his eyes stir as he awoke to the sensation of her rubbing against him.Suggestion Spell on LenneIt will be a Will save DC of 22 and basically he’d say his part of the ritual during sax and it would trigger the ritual. Changing him into a familiar. Just not the one he’s expecting to be. If he succeeds, he still knows the role he’d play but he can choose to do it or not. ( 2019-11-24 12:57:14, Silk (uid: 4615) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 9 ( dreams were plagued with thoughts of the ritual, and despite his best attempts to try and resist, he felt his mind being overwhelmed with thoughts of the ritual, he had the inclination that it was Tim enforcing it in his mind but there was nothing he could do when in his sleeping state, he was vulnerable here, his iron will meant little here. Eventually his eyes began to open, seeing Mianna straddling and kissing him, he pulled her down to kiss him, beginning the ritual.Bringing his hands down to her waist he forced Mianna down impaling her on him once more, his cock was rock solid and pulsing. His eyes began to glow as he chanted softly, letting Mianna start to ride him. His words illegible. It didn't take too long for him to feel the most intense climax building within him, at this rate he would empty himself so fully that he was sure there would be nothing left in his balls by the time he was done. ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4Mianna had been so besotted with her new awareness of her newly found sexuality in the torrent of wet dreams, particularly caused by her sexual awakening, part Mistress’ attempts to wrest control but mostly a surprisingly subtle attempt by Tim to distract her from a powerful suggestion while she was vulnerable; she never realized he’d FINALLY getting a spell to work on her mind.She smiled as she started grinding against Leene’s manhood, instinctively tightening around him as she alternated her rythym as he spoke the first words of the ritual. They were gibberish to him but she understood them as he spoke themHe offered all he was to her, to be her vessel, to her shield and sword, to channel the magics that she gathered with her body; she replied that he’d take a form that she most desired, that he’d be hers as needed and would share the magic of her spells, know her desires and health.They ritual went on, her tattoos glowing bright enough to light the room as she offered the pact and he accepted. The bond between them growing as she pushed the magic to seal the bond into him as the both climaxed together and she passed out in his armsImmediate EffectsHe is now her familiar, they have a permanent bond with one another like the Status spell, she can share spells with him. Personal spells that are normally caster only as well as spells he can use in combat (like she could cast shocking grasp on him and he can hit someone and they take are effected by it Nd his hit. Additionally his transformation starts, feel free to describe, they both gain a level courtesy of the munchkin dm god Tim. Lenne gains a +2 to Cha, cause Tim likes sexy girls, and you can choose what he puts to Miranna stat wise. I should choose for you character. Beginning to think we need an OCC thread for characters and game notes ( was completely running autonomously as if a robot as he continued to pound mercilessly into Mianna, letting her feel the full extent of his legnth, allowing her to orgasm multiple times before he finally blew his load into her. But to Lenne's suprise, his semen didn't stop flowing into her, so much that he actively felt his balls shirinking and shriveling away. He tried to pull out but felt himself locked in place.Eventually as his balls emptied entirely, it then began to feel like his life essense, his magic began to pour into her, filling her but draining him, at the last miniute just as he was all spent, her tattoo's glowed and her magic glowed and flowed into him, it was only then he was finally able to pull away.Much to his shock as he pulled away, he left something behind, looking down Lenne noted his Penis and balls were completely gone, "The hell I've got the anatomy of a Ken doll!?" he exclaimed, pulling away from Mianna in shock he ended up falling off of the bed. As he fell he felt a intense heat fill his body, he touched himself to find his skin felt like putty, the wisps of light still flowing from Mianna to him. He could only imagine that she was doing something to him in her dreaming mind. He tried to stand back up but found himself almost like he was pinned and completely at her subscious's mercy. ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4Mianna was drained by the high magics that Lenne has triggered. As the mage in it, she pulled the magics needed for the ritual to conclude. Her energy had dipped so long that the restful sleep she had just awakened from had been fully drained away and she was in a deep sleep healed her drained energy. Her sleeping mind, instead of her waking, guided the changes that were occurring to her new familiar. Despite her changes in race and gender, she had mostly the same desires and lusts that she had as the male human Kim.The magic was changing him, that much Lenne could feel. His hair was changing in color and her felt his hand and skin soften as all his body hair vanished. The magic slowly changed as the ritual continued on unguided. Then the world froze and he could feel Tim’s presence.“Well I see my suggestions payed off. “ Tim gloated from out of view. “You did a good job Champ. You don’t need to worry about being a Ken doll though sweetie. She’s still very into the girls..by the way. She is shaping you to her liking, but tell you what. I’ll let you share the ‘missing bits’ with her. Now that you’re her familiar though, you can do more for her. Like you can get fucked and she gets the benefits. Want me to give you a mirror to see what you’re changing into?” ( continued to squirm under the effects of the magic that was filling his body, he felt shorter, lighter, lither, the only thing that seemed to grow was his hair and his chest, Lenne couldn't control the discomfort that he was going through, but it wasn't unpleasant, it felt as if his body was growing more sensitive by the moment, little by little.it was almost an hour until the changes finally started to settle down, and like clockwork Tim's voice echoed out to him. "The fuck are you doing to me Tim" Lenne growled, but his voice lost all sense of threat and masculinity, instead it was soft charming and feminine. Noting it he quickly covered his mouth, startled by what changes were happening. With tim laughing and handing him the mirror.As Lenne looked he found himself a she, a very attractive she, even though she was still feline in race she was now a sexy albit modestly built catgirl rather than a swole catguy. At least Tim gave her the courtesy of changing her clothes with it. She tried to stand up but found her new height threw her off and she fell backwards onto the bed. "Fuck fuck this can't be real right... This is bullshit..." She groaned looking at her body, a heat building between her legs as the finishing touches of her new female body came in, a fresh unused pussy, ripe for pounding.( ( High Elf Wizard (Manipulator)5HP: 27 AC: 14/14/11 Saves: F:+1 R+4 W: +4“Well I like to thank the subconscious of our lovely Power Slut, it’s made you the girl you are today. I didn’t, though I’m sure that I’ll enjoy what follows. I can’t want to see you fucking and sucking soon, I’m sure you’ll be a champ.” She could literally hear the wide shit eating grin on Tim’s face. “You should notice.. your mistress’ tattoos are strangely fade, must come from doing a very taxing ritual you triggered. Now you need to do the familiar’s job..fuck the mistress into her power.” Tim’s voice faded as the time stop ended and Lenne found his center of balance was throwing him ..her off balance. “I’ll give you a push or two... show you where your dick wound up an so on.”She landed on her sleeping friend... her bare breasts rubbing against Lenne’s bound ones. Lenne discovered a few things as she lay entangled with her friend. One was that Mianna’s hand was up her skirt and teasing her newly discovered sex and that she had his penis, nice and hard, just above her pussy.Question and/or issue here was how to get free of her probing hand and untangle him/herself from Mianna, or another thought came up as Mianna’s fingers teased her sex and rubbed the surprisingly sensitive nub at the time.. she could empower her friend while in this state. ( was furious with Tim this time, he wouldn't be satisfied until he had taken everything away from the pair. But she found herself struggling to attain her balance, a force was keeping her stuck on top of her friend and master, her whispers pushed into her head, but her anger at the situation pushed it away, she refused to fall to what Kim did, she refused to be a whore for his pleasure, he would not allow it!With that resolve she felt a huge weight lifting off of her as the spells effects were unable to find purchase. But she still felt pinned, as Mianna continued to tease away at her new pussy, it felt great, it ached. Given how much fun Kim seemed to have did at least have Lenne curious, she could only dream of what pleasure she could get, at that thought she shook her head, not because of the thoughts, but because she was already starting to refer to herself as she in her own mind. She needed to remember who she was!Looking down at Mianna she began shouting and pleading, trying to wake her friend up, so she could stop rubbing against her, so she would stop threatening her with her... his own penis. Nat 20 to resist.At 2019-12-04 16:08:31, Silk (uid: 4615) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 26 (

Trapped in the Campaign (Callie & Silk)

A Hunter's Plight (Immortal & BoredMale777)

( & BoredMale777 Father Michael took a deep breath as he adjusted the cross that hung from his neck. His all black attire, and 6 ft 2 frame made him look daunting as a priest, but giving sermons wasn't the only thing he did. Unbeknownst to most people in the world, there were creatures in this world that went beyond the natural into the supernatural. It was hard for him, at times, to believe it himself, as he had never seen one in the flesh before, but he had seen the aftermath of a vampire attack.It was in the summer, a year ago, he was visiting a town in North Carolina, and had stumbled upon the bodies of two females, and one male, all of them had been bled dry, and their hearts ripped out. It was sadistic. It was then that the church had sent someone to talk to him, to train him to hunt vampires, and since then he had been tailing this elusive creature. Every step of the way he had been outsmarted and out manuevered by this creature, but he was getting closer. Oh so close.As the people filed out of his parrish he waited, wondering if the vampire knew him, or maybe if this creature had seen him, had studied him. Michael knew that one day he would become the one hunted, and probably slain by these creatures, but he hoped he would manage to take a few out before that happened.When everyone had left, he went to his office, and under his desk, a hidden compartment he pulled out the tools of his trade.A cross, holy water, a silver tipped wooden stake, and the bible. A stake would kill a vampire for anyone, but only a man of faith could use a cross and holy water against a vampire. A righteous man of faith at that. He took a deep breath, wondering if tonight would bring him any more luck then the previous nights. As he prepared to don the cloak of a hunter he felt something was off, as if someone was watching him here in his private quarters..."Who goes there?" He called out into the darkness. ( better known now a days as Nate or Nathan, watched. He had been studying this man for a long time. He was just trying to find a time to strike. Father Michael was the name of the man he was going to kill. Actually the man stood before him giving a sermon. Nate sat in the back. He examined the man. He wasn't a small man, he was actually the same height as Nathaniel was. Though, Nathaniel was much older. Unlike how he looked, he was very old. He had survived for many years and hunter like this Priest was someone who put his existence in jeopardy. He was not ready to die yet, he was certainly not ready for someone else to choose when and how he died either. He had gotten this gift for a reason. He became a vampire to live a long and an everlasting life. Honestly, this bored him. It wasn't something he hadn't heard man times before.This kill, Father Michael, was going to be a tricky one. He was a man of faith, or he presented himself that way. He would have the upper hand, using tools his past few kills didn't have. Crosses and holy water. He knew he would have to watch out for those. He would just have to make the man do an unholy deed. Sex perhaps? Nate licked his lips and then bit his bottom lip slightly at the thought of getting the young Priest horny and possibly doing some very dirty things. Though, knowing his luck Father Michael didn't touch little boys unlike so many other Priests. All he could do was hope that there was some way he could make the Father horny or make him do some unholy deed. Though, if he didn't touch little boys and did touch some of the nuns he could just wait to strike until he was beginning his little act with a nun or something.Soon enough the little sermon was getting to an end. Nate stood up, heading toward the bathroom. Of course he didn't need to go. He locked himself in a bathroom stall once he got there, he was getting excited. He would likely drain this hunter of all the blood in his body. His mouth watered with the thought of killing the man, his fangs began to ache for the bite. The feel of them sinking into his neck. Oh what a rush! That was his favorite part. He just hoped that the man could cooperate, not fight it too much. He was still trying to decide if tonight would be the night he would attempt to take the man's life.He began hearing the foot steps of those of who were at mass that night. He closed his eyes, focusing on them, listening for the last of them to leave. It was quite a few minutes until he figured the last of them were gone. He made his way toward the Priest's office, swiftly. When he got there, no one was there. He wondered if he had beat the Priest there. He quickly went inside and hid among the shadows. He soon watched the male enter the room and open a hidden compartment. If there had been any doubts before there wasn't now, he was definitely a hunter.Nathaniel licked his fangs, he thought he couldn't be seen, but the priest seemed to notice him, maybe not quite where he was though."Hello Father."Nathaniel said with a smile, as he came from the shadows."I requested to see you, they told me to come here to wait for you, I was just looking at the things back here."He motioned behind him to whatever happened to be there. He hoped Michael wasn't too quick with finding out he was a vampire and gave him a chance to live, but if he decided he was going to do stuff the hard way so be it. He waited, gauging the other's reaction. Nathaniel wore a cross that hung from his neck, hopefully the hunter was naive and would try to convince himself that since the man before him wore a cross he was nothing but a human. Something was off about this visitor, something unnatural. Michael studied him for a moment, looking into his eyes first, noticing, for a moment, an unnatural glint in the darkness, but then it was gone. it's just your eyes fool, you are so concerned with the hunt that you are letting them play tricks on you he thought to himself.He closed the case that held the old instruments of the hunt, and set them aside, "Please, sit" he told the newcomer motioning to the chair, as he himself sat behind his desk. "Usually I don't get guests after my late sermon, but I guess I can make an exception today." he smiled at the man and studied him again. Square jaw, tall, as tall as Michael was, dark hair, Michael felt a stirring he hadn't felt in some time, a feeling that had sent him to running to the priesthood all those years ago... I feeling that he thought he had conquered... Lust."So... my child... what is it that I can help you with?" Father Michael stammered as he pulled out the bible and opened it up, trying to fix his eyes on anything but the man before him... Trying to keep his thoughts pure. ( examined the other, more closely than he had earlier. It seemed as though he was found out, but the man seemed to dismiss these thoughts. Either that or he was putting on a good act. Nate came closer and sat down in the chair in front of the other. He changed as he sat, his demeanor now was one of a more... Timid human. He looked down at his hands, and played with them. Though, he still watched, he held his head in such a way that he could still sort of see the male. He had him right where he wanted him."Thank you, father..."He mumbled. Maybe he was one that liked little boys, he seemed to be nervous about something, it couldn't be that he knew Nate was a vampire. He hadn't seen him grab any weapons. He doubted he carried any on him.He looked up at the man as he had a hard time speaking for some reason, he wasn't looking Nate in the eyes either. This was a good indication that the priest likely thought Nate was good looking. Well, at least that's what the cocky part of Nate was telling him."You see Father."He stopped and looked down at his hands. His voice was innocent."I am trying to be a good man... I really am. I feel like I am lost though. I don't want my family to hate me."He paused for another moment as if it was hard to get out whatever he was saying."I... I think I maybe a homosexual."He put his hands to his face as if he was going to cry. Like it was the worst thing in the world."I have always thought certain men were good looking, but I thought that was just something everyone thought about the same sex. I am still a virgin and last night..."He peeked up at the man before him for a second."I know it would of been a sin, but... My girlfriend and I... We began to try... And I couldn't I just. I ended up running."At this point, he held his head in his hands and looked at if he was crying, the sounds were pretty believable too.He hoped this might suck the priest in, maybe the priest would try to take advantage of him now, or at least come out that he too liked men. Which wasn't a definite."Here I am..."He sniffled."In front of you, when I watched you tonight is when I finally came to terms. I am attracted to men."He hoped the priest would take the hint that he was trying to say that he thought the man was attractive, even more fuel for dragging him out of whatever abstinence world he lived in. He began to 'calm down' as he had a few moments to himself."Am I going to hell?"He asked, after he had had a few moments to 'calm down' he was beginning to sound normal again, still a shy and timid man that is trying to come to terms with the fact that he might be gay and attracted to the priest before him. He hoped this wasn't too much, of course he was a great actor, he had many years of practice. After 'wiping his eyes' he looked up at the priest, shyly of course. He even tried to look as though he was blushing. It would be hard to really tell if he was in this light, which was an advantage. Michael cleared his throat once.. then twice. His tongue felt like it was swollen and his throat constricted. Something about this man was so enticing, like some hypnotic scent was in the air and it was slowly coiling around his brain and taking control. He felt a stirring in his chest, then stomach, then lower. He did his best to quench this desire, but it wasn't really working too well."My son, the first and most important step..." He began, then cleared his throat again, "Is to acknowledge that there is a problem, only then you can find a solution." This sudden confession dropped Michael's guard and he rose and walked to the front of his desk, leaning back against it so he could rest a comforting hand on the young man's shoulder, like a priest should."We all have.. desires." he began again, "Some are hard to control, but God has always given us the ability to control these desires, and if we are to stumble we always have the ability to ask forgiveness and be forgiven. All is not lost, my son."He answered the man's last question, "We are all God's creatures, and no matter what we do, Jesus' sacrifice on the cross will absolve us from since, all we have to do is..." his words trailed off as the implication of what the man's earlier statement meant. when I watched you tonight...His hand came off the man's shoulder as again he felt an old deep rooted sin churn in his brain and stir in his pants. This man was attractive, and as he looked up at the priest now, Michael could imagine the man looking up the same as he sucked...Michael reached behind him and grabbed the Bible, silently prayingLord give me the strength to deal with the temptation before me. His breathing had increased without his notice, so Michael took a deep breath and did what he could to calm his pounding heart and out of control desires.Clutching his Bible to his chest Michael tried to talk, "Yes.. these uhm.. wants and desire.. they.. uh.. they are how the devil tries.. to get us further from God. We have to give in.. I mean.. we can NOT give in to these temptations." The priest looked down and could just make out his semi hard member under his cloak, he quickly placed the bible and both his hands over himself so that hopefully this stranger before him couldn't see ( told Nathaniel that he had the priest right where he wanted him. He was having a hard time speaking of what is was that Nate had to do. It was entertaining to see the other male struggle. He moved and placed a hand on Nate's shoulder, he looked over at the man's hand and then looked up at him. Listening to him speak about what he had to do. Stopping short of what he was saying Nate watch the priest grab his Bible, it seemed like he was praying. Was he praying for Nate's homosexuality, or for himself...? Oh well, he'd find out soon. His inner self smirked evilly, but he still outwardly showed a shy scared boy. He looked down at his hands, again, but as he did he noticed a slight bulge in the priest's pants that wasn't there before.A moment later when Nate looked back up at the other, he had covered the bulge with both hands and his Bible. Nate actually kind of felt bad for the Father. He was definitely struggling, but it was fun to see a man like that struggle. At least for a little while."What if I want to give into the temptation... Just once? I want to know what it's like. I want to confirm that I either am or am not a homosexual.He said, the look that he gave the priest begged for it to be him. With this lure the man out more."Please help me, Father."This could be taken two ways. Help him control the temptation or help him give into the temptation. He'd let the other man decide for himself.Nathaniel put his head back in his hands, shaking his head. He groaned, as if he was upset and had no idea what to to. He moved his hands to cover his crotch as he leaned back a bit. As if to cover his boner that he may or may not have. And honestly, the thought of having sex with this priest before his kill was seriously turning him on, as he thought about it more. He wondered who would take control and be on top. Most Priests were little bitches and would go bottom for Nate no problem, but he hoped if this went any further that this one would be different and surprise him. Honestly, if he were to be staked during sex he wouldn't mind it, at least he would go out in a blaze of ecstasy. The words the tone which he used it, Michael barely had time to stop his hands from curling into the man's hair right in front of him, and pulling his face, and hopefully open mouth to just where Michael wanted it to be. His fingertips even brushed a few strands before Michael had the wherewithal to stop himself.You are a priest. You can conquer this. You conquered this years ago. This isn't the first time you have been tempted... why is this any different. Pray Michael.. pray.Michael repeated this mantra in his head over and over as he did what he could to control the urges that were causing him to bulge even further.Michael swallowed again, trying to wet his suddenly dry mouth as he watched the man lean back and cover his crotch. How was he to respond. His eyes were glued on the man's crotch, on his hands, on his mouth, wanting and longing for what this stranger in the night had to offer, wanted to offer. Michael's mind already flashed to pulling the back of the stranger's head forward and seeing just how far he could push him member in, to show this man that if this was going to be the time to give into temptation, at least it would a wild fun night.Michael couldn't move from where he was without drawing suspicion hoping that the stranger wouldn't see Michael reached into his pocket and adjust his hard member, trying to make it less noticeable.With a small smile Michael took a deep breath, "The church is here for the weak and weary. I am here to help, my child, in anyway that I can." The words left his lips before he meant them too, their meaning could be taken either away, but deep down Michael knew how he meant them... Knew that he wanted to take advantage of this lost sheep. ( was happy and disappointed at the same time that the priest did want him, but didn't take him. He knew he was getting close though. He was likely praying to God in his head to give him strength to fight the temptation. Nate knew he was growing harder by the second as he watched the male struggle with his own growing member. It was noticeable that the reason he reached into his pocket was to move it to make it less noticeable. Nate simply looked at the man and bit his lips. Hearing those words, the ones that he could help in anyway. Was he offering to do dirty things? Oh how Nathaniel hoped he was.Nate bit his lip as he looked up at the Father."Tell me what I am to do, Father."He then frowned, hoping he took this more as a sexual direction than anything. So far the man had been good at correcting himself from going down that path. Nate leaned forward and hugged the priest around his waist, nuzzling his head into the other's crotch. Though, the way Nate had been playing it so far, it could be innocent enough not to mean anything or it could of meant so much more... Which it did, he hoped this would excite the other more, he also hoped he hadn't overstepped his boundaries with this move.If the priest was smart and if they were really going to have sex... He wouldn't do it in a church. Though, you never know. Lust got the best of many people. Nate stayed hugging the man around his waist, his head resting in his crotch. He began to sound as if he was about to cry again. Just to make it more real."I am so weak, Father...."He whined into the man's crotch, liking making some kind of vibration feel from the combination of his upset noises and his speaking. Michael's breath came ragged and quick now. The man asked him what to do. Words come into his mind tell him to open his mouth the temptation told him, but no... Michael was a priest He couldn't do that. This was God's house, and he was God's servant. He could fight this he could beat thi...Michael's eyes had been closed, but they opened in shock as he felt the man hug his waist, pulling Michael a half step forward and nuzzling his crotch. Michael's hands moved down to the man's head, trying to be comforting, but his raging member was sending far from comforting thoughts into Michael's brain. The man's hair was soft to the touch, and Michael gently intertwined his fingers into the man's hair.Each word and noise the man made cause a vibration on Michael's shaft and he just couldn't stand it anymore. His fingers tightened on the man's scalp, "Open your mouth" Michael said softly, his eyes sad for a moment, then ablaze with desire as with one hand he moved to the waistband of his pants and started to pull them down. ( felt Father Michael's hands in his hair, he liked the feel. It was very comforting. He was beginning to enjoy it probably more than he should, it was more like a fatherly gesture or that of your partner. He was actually calming down, relaxing. Though it seemed to Priest was getting a bit too excited and wanted him now. He looked up at the male as his hair was pulled and he was commanded to open his mouth. Nate moaned, the pleasure of his hair being pulled was a nice one. Though he had to continue his innocent act a bit longer. He had to act like the young man he had put the mask on of."But... But Father."He said, and he looked around. He looked toward the door where someone could come through at any moment and see their act. Not only was it a homosexual act, it was a sexual act in general."Are you sure it's smart we do this in a church?"He looked back to the other male, he had his hands in his waistband, slowly pulling down his drawers to reveal his member. He wanted it, he just wanted to know that the priest wanted it... And wanted it here. In his place of work and worship. 'I am the only one that is here right now, and everyone knows to knock before they enter," Michael said quietly, his heart racing but his mind was too far gone down this road for him to stop now. The feeling of the man's hair between his fingers caused tremors to go down his spine as he tried to pull the man closer.He felt his pants pull down over his cock, and sighed as it was free. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but right now he didn't care. Maybe tomorrow he would repent, and get the burden off of his chest, but for now.. now he could only act on the desires that he had been born with, that this devil's temptation had brought with him.Michael again pulled the man's head forward, "I can't control myself any longer... we can explore this together..." he said through clenched teeth as he did what he knew he shouldn't. ( was okay with the thought of Father Michael being the only one around. He no longer cared, or rather, tried to act like he cared about other walking in or what they were doing. He looked down at the man's cock as he saw it spring free from his pants. It was bigger than he expected, but what fully ready to take the cock and do right by the priest. He looked up at the man one last time before he opened his mouth and it enclosed around the head of the other male's member. He swirled his tongue around the head of it before he went to work. Taking his time pleasuring the male just right. It had been a while since Nate had had any sort of sexual encounter so, he was more excited about this than normal.Soon enough he moved completely out of the chair he had been sitting in. He got on his knees and pulled the priest's pants down more, he moved from his cock, to his ball. He took his time pleasuring the man's balls as he moved his hand up and down the other male's shaft. He looked up at the priest as he did this, just to make it all that more intense. He moved back to the priest's member, licking it before taking him back into his mouth.Nathaniel's hands explored the other male's body as much as possible from the angle he was at. The closest thing he had to grab onto was the priest's ass. So he did, taking each cheek in each of his hands, squeezing it as he continued to suck on his cock. He licked the underside of the other's cock once more before he stopped and looked at the priest."More..."He begged, his own member was straining against the fabric of his pants, wanting to be pleasured and played with. The priest was in his own world of ecstasy. He felt the warmth close around his cock, and it gave a little jump from the sensation. Michael had never dared to give into this bodily sin before, but right now, he couldn't help himself, couldn't control his urges. His cock was telling him what to do and how to do.The man before him started rubbing Michael's shaft and his breath caught in his throat as he felt the tongue then lips of the man encompass his balls.. and Michael wanted more. He wanted to bury his cock in the man's throat and blast his load there, and he wanted to taste the man, and he wanted to take the man.. he wanted to explore everything there was to explore.Michael's hands were still wrapped in the man's hair and he brought him up, kissing his mouth as his fingertips moved down the man's shirt and traced the outline of his member in his pants. Slowly Michael reached into the man's pants and wrapped his hand around the man's cock. He started moving his hand up and down, feeling the smooth skin and round head. Slowly Michael moved down so he was sitting on his desk, and pulled the man's cock out from his pants. Michael swallowed once, then looked up at the man as he licked his lips. Slowly his head descended downward. His hand rested just under the head of the man's cock. As his lips touched the head he slowly opened his mouth, inviting the man's cock in. His tongue moved along the underside as he moved his head down further, his hands stroking the parts of this man that he couldn't fit into his mouth ( allowed himself to be pulled up, he helped the man by standing up. Probably helped himself more because ecstasy turned quickly to pain, and hair could only take so much. He kissed the other male, wanting more of him. He wondered how many other men he had deflowered, or maybe even women. He felt the man's hands travel down his body, then to his cock that was just begging for attention. He groaned as he felt the man reach into his pants and wrap his hands around Nathaniel's already erect member. He bit his lip as he looked to Michael. He was happy how this was going. This priest was so easy. He was actually considering going through with this and maybe trying to come back a few more times until he actually felt like disposing of this man. He would hate to ruin such a perfect thing they had so far. But that's just what he did. His mind went totally blank as he felt the others mouth on his cock."Yes...."He hissed, through gritted teeth. He trusted his hips forward in an attempt to get more of the male's mouth around his member."What's wrong, Father? Mouth not big enough?"He asked, he spoke differently. Lust laced in his voice, this was no longer the shy boy that had come to the priest at first. This was someone who was ready to fuck or be fucked. No longer afraid of being caught or going to hell. As far as Father Michael was concerned he would just repent the next day, just as the priest would likely do as well. The thrust took Michael by surprise, nearly causing him to choke. He moved a few more times on the man's cock before pulling his head up and standing in front of the man. He placed his cock against the man's and stroked them both against each other as he kissed the man before him. He hadn't expected this to happen, hadn't expected his night to turn into anything other than a fruitless hunt. His hand moved faster across both of the men's cocks as Michael thought of one thing.. and that was burying his cock deep in the man.He stopped for a second, kissing the man, then pulled back, "Get on your knees, and suck my cock, my child." He said, wanting the man to get his cock as wet as possible before Michael did what he wanted to do next. ( was pleased by the fact that the other male almost choked on his large member. He growled lowly as he felt their cocks touch and the priest stroke them. He kissed the other male when he was kissed. He continued to kiss him, his hand going up into the other male's hair, entangling his fingers in his hair as they kissed and the priest pleasured them more. The man was definitely skilled in knowing just how to rub a man the right way... No pun intended.The kissing stopped right at Nathaniel started on his way to his climax. He was a bit disappointed, but knew if he held out longer then he would get what he wanted. Someone was getting fucked tonight and guessing by the command the priest gave, it was Nathaniel. He did as he was order."Yes, Father."He said, dropping to his knees. He began sucking on the other's cock, loving the feel and the taste. He made sure the he was getting it as wet as possible. Michael wanted to burst right there, but knew that there were other pleasure to indulge in. He let the man suck on his cock until he felt that familiar sensation deep inside of his balls, then he grabbed the man's head and stopped him from continuing, a bit of pre-cum dripping out of his cock.Michael waited a few seconds for the feeling to subside, then he grabbed the man's shoulders and firmly pulled him up and pressed him against the desk, bending him over. Slowly Michael went behind him, his cock wet from the man's mouth and his own pre-cum, and he slid his cock against the man's ass, letting it rest, but not going in.. unsure for a moment if he should continue ( was getting a bit too wrapped up in the whole situation, that he was disappointed when he was pulled away from the other man's cock. He stared at it, watching the pre-cum drip out. He bit his lip, wanting to lick it up, but he knew he wasn't going to be allowed to. He was soon bent over the desk, he felt the other man at the entrance. This is where he was thankful that he was not born a female. There was no clear indication of a virgin when it came to anal. You get use to having your ass pounded if you do it a lot, but if it has been a while, like it had been for Nathaniel. It was just like being a virgin then. The pain of being entered, but the pleasure that came with it was nothing shy of amazing."No promises that I won't scream."He said, just as a fair warning to the priest. He knew he's make some sort of noise, and not be quiet about it if he had a chance to. He wondered if the other would give him something to bite down on, or just to stuff in his mouth to keep him quiet as possible. Nathan pushed his ass back against the other's member inviting it to be put in. He wondered if the priest was going to be rough or each with this poor'virgin.'He was excited to find out though. Nate moved away from the priest for a moment, in hopes to make this a slicker entrance he spit on his hand and rubbed it on the hole, fingering himself for a moment as he moaned. When the man moved back, the very tip of Michael went in, and Michael moaned softly, then the man pulled back out and spoke. Michael smiled, and figured he had something for that, but waited patiently as the man slickened himself up in preparation.Michael took a deep breath, positioned himself again and leaned his body forward. It was tight, but soon he could feel the tip slide in slowly, then the whole head was in. His right hand snaked around the man's throat, and clamped down on his mouth to prevent any type of shouting.The feeling was almost too good to be true. It was tight and warm. Michael's hips rocked slowly out, then pushed the head of his dick in again, and moved a bit more of the shaft in before rocking back out again. Each thrust brought his cock a bit deeper into the strangers ass. Michael's left hand came up to his mouth and he spit in his hand, then reached in front of the stranger and grasped his cock again, matching his thrusts with the stroking of his hand. He knew he wouldn't last long, but that was fine for now, after a few more rocks of his hips he managed to push his whole swollen cock into the man, moaning as he started pulling his dick back out. ( hoped the other man was watching and it was making him want Nate's ass more than he obviously did. Nate moaned slightly at the pleasure he was inflicting on himself. He groaned and just as he went to be loud by letting out a scream his mouth was covered. He moaned and scream because of the pain as the man took his time putting the tip in and taking it out, little by little getting more and more in. When he finally got his cock all the way into Nate's tiny hole it started to feel better, more like he remembered. It probably didn't help that he was tense the whole time, making it harder for the priest to enter him and he probably felt the tighter than normal grip around his cock. He moaned and gripped the desk as his cock was stroked and he was being penetrated.At this rate Nathaniel wasn't going to last long. There was definitely not going to be any killing tonight. If he had been on top he might consider it, but it was too hard to do anything to him in this position. He moaned and bit lightly at the hand covering his mouth with his front teeth, being careful that his fangs didn't poke out and into the priest. What a horrible end to a great night, and he had yet to cum yet. Though, he was getting close. He matched the priest's trusts as he moved along with the trusts, making them faster and harder. He had relaxed by now and so did his anus. Michael moaned as the man started meeting his thrusts and speeding up. Michael leaned forward, biting the back of the man's shirt, getting a little flesh as well, his hips bucking wildly back and forth. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with this stranger being so receptive of his cock.His hand slid over the man's cock quickly, but Michael thought better of it and tightened his grip just a little, wanting to feel the man cum as the priest fucked his ass. All thoughts of the hunt had escaped Michael's mind. All thoughts of anything really. Anything other than pushing his cock in deep and busting his nut inside of this stranger here and now.. or, perhaps if the stranger wanted, Michael could always shoot his load on the man's face if he was so inclined.Michael felt the man bite his hand, and grimaced a little bit, enjoying the bite, but then his hand moved down the man's back, and onto his muscular hips, resting their and pulling his back harder and faster, feeling his body against Michael, feeling his ass relax with each thrust. ( was definitely not expecting it, but he felt the bit meet his skin on his back and that turned him on more than it would to most humans. He was able to breath and moan easier when the hand left his mouth. He did try to be respectful of being in a church and there just may, by some small chance, someone be around. He bit his lip at to help stop his moaning, at least a little. Though this all felt so good, the priest by now had tightened his grip on his cock. Just as he was about to cum, he stopped the man. Pushing him away a bit a he removed the cock from deep within his ass. He laid on his back on the cleared spot on the desk that had been cleared due to him being pushed onto the desk."Fuck me like this..."He said, coyly, as he bit his lip. His legs were raised up in the air, ready to wrap around the other's waist when he got closer. He didn't want to cum all over the floor and the side of the desk, that was why he had moved. Also he wanted to see the other's face, if possible, when he finally came."Oh, Father, thank you for this."He moaned, he was just loving it. Just as a gay virgin should. Michael took in the sight of the man laying there, his legs propped up, his wonderfully slick cock laying against his belly, his eager eyes locked onto his, and knew then, even with all his might, he never would have been able to say no. Who could? His hands moved to the man's chest, gently rubbing his nipple then down his well chiseled stomach, to his hips, again Michael dipped his head down and took the man in his mouth.With one hand Michael gently stroked himself, slowly enjoying the feeling the man's cock in his throat, and with his other hand Michael teased the man's balls and ass, gently pushing a finger in as his tongue wrapped around the man's head, going up and down.Then, without warning, Michael slid the whole of the man's cock down his throat, bouncing his head up and down a few times, feeling his throat stretch to take in the man's large member. As Michael pulled his mouth off of the man's dick, he could taste pre-cum that had oozed out of the man. He smiled, and leaned over to kiss the man, liking the feeling of the man's cock on his stomach as his own cock pushed against the man's balls. He moved his hand and aimed it lower, probing around the hole, before pushing forward.Michael started slow, but sped up quickly, grabbing the man's cock and jerking him off fast, his hand sliding over the slick member, providing spit every so often to keep it slick and wet. He wanted to feel the man explode in his hand as he came inside of th eman. Nate figured that the male would just begin again by penetrating him this way, but it seemed that this whole act of unholiness was going to last a bit longer. The priest decided to put his attention back on Nate and pleasuring him some more. Nate groaned as his nipples were rubbed, they are were erect from both being so turned on and the friction from being on the desk. Nate sat up a bit on his elbows to watch the priest suck on his cock and tease him, playing with his balls and sticking his fingers into his slick asshole. Nate looked up at the ceiling as he groaned, his eyes were closed, focusing on the father, deep throating his cock."Yes...."He hissed, he instinctively thrusted his hips up to meet the man's strokes. He found one hand entangled in his hair, pulling on it and forcing him further down onto his cock every time he came down.At this point Nate was ready to explode, and ready to do it into this poor man's mouth, but the other stopped. Nate kept his hand in the other's hair as he kissed him, pulling on his hair. He felt the other's member slowly find it's way back to his hole. He let out a loud moan as the man only seemed to go slow for a short amount of time before speeding up, grabbing Nate's member he began jerking him off. He imagined that he was trying to sync up their orgasms. Nate grabbed onto the other man digging his nails into whatever he could grasp at the time. He came them, no longer being able to hold it in, it went all over his own chest, among other places. Michael panted as he fucked the man on his desk. He felt the pull on his cock each time he entered and exited the man, and then, he felt another sensation.He felt the man's ass tighten and relax right on the head of Michael's cock, as he was pulling it out as the stranger started to orgasm, and Father Michael lost it. He continue stroking the man, but his thrusts became erratic as he felt his own orgasm near at hand.As he felt the eruption build to explosion, he thrust his hips forward, and buried his cock as deep as he could go. His muscles clenched as he felt the first spurt come out of his dick. He moaned as he pulled out and pushed in again, another thick rope mixing with the first, but the feeling changed inside of the man, it became hot and thick and Michael almost collapsed with the pure gratification of each thrust. The man's tight ass was milking his cock. Nate felt the man begin his own orgasm as he was still finishing up his own. He moaned, feeling the hot cum shoot out of the other male's dick, into his ass. Even with how fit Nate was he was panting himself from this little work out they had. Soon enough, when both men were done their orgasms, Nate kissed him, biting lightly on the other's lower lip, pulling it slightly."That was the best..."He managed to say as he slowed down his own breathing."Thank you, Father."He kissed him again. A slight inhuman glow touched his eyes as he felt his fangs grow. He wanted blood, he wanted the other man's blood.He kissed the other's neck and licked it. He went to bite it, but stopped himself. He closed his eyes and laid back, relaxing on the desk. He needed to calm down, but now all he could hear was the human's pulse and the blood rush around his body. It called to him. He had to resist. It would be very dumb for to attack Father Michael here and now, especially because all the man had to do was reach over and pull out a stake and kill him.He finally opened his eyes again, his eyes back to normal. He looked at the priest, unsure what to do now. He still had to keep this virgin act up a bit more. A virgin would likely not know what to do in a situation like this, now that everything was said and done. Michael could have sworn he saw the man's eyes light with an unearthly glow, as the man bit his neck, and sucked on the flesh, but hten as the man looked back at him, it was gone. And Michael blamed it on after sex nerves.He moved backwards and his softening cock pulled out of the man, Michael tensed up a little, feeling the sensitive member have any contact or the next several seconds was almost impossible. He sat back down in his seat and took out a handkerchief, wiping the cum and mess off of his cock, before presenting another to the other man for him to clean himself off."Well..." Father Michael began, "That.. was.. certainly educational." he took a deep breath then exhaled, "I am sorry I took advantage my soon, we both should say 30 hail marys. Homosexual is a grave sin. When are you are cleaned up,you may go." Michael reached down to the bible that had carelessly fallen to the ground, and picked it up with shaking hands. This... was not how he had expected his day to go He watched the male sit in the chair beside him and clean himself up. Nathaniel did the same when given a handkerchief. He looked over at the priest as he spoke. He didn't quite understand what he meant by educational, but he decided not to question it."No, it wasn't just you. I willingly let it happen."He said, not wanting the priest to blame himself, like a human should. He lifted himself from the desk, leaving the handkerchief on the desk. It was not his so he would not keep it. He redressed himself quietly.He looked at the priest."I am sorry I made you do that... But thank you again for helping me find out."He said, then took his leave. He would likely be back at some point again, he had to'figure out how to suppress these homosexual feelings he was having.'He wouldn't push the poor Father anymore tonight. He made his way back to his home, which wasn't all that far away from where the church was. Once inside he went and soaked in his bath, feeling nasty, but he always did after sex. Sticky and sweaty. Ew.Even though Nathaniel wasn't a virgin this had been a first for him. The first hunter and priest he had fucked. That was actually two firsts. He sipped room temperature human blood that had been from a blood bad, but he poured it into a glass. He didn't make a habit of doing this, but he was thirsty and didn't want to go out again tonight. He would find some poor human to feed on tomorrow. "Yes.. I know..." Father Michael said as he started typing on his computer as if he were busy. It was awkward now, after fucking the man, he could barely look him in the eye, for he thought of the man's lips around his cock... and wonder how fun it would be to bust down his throat, or on his face... or even in his hands... and such thoughts.. he really couldn't afford to have right now."You didn't make me do it..." Michael said quietly, "Obviously there are a few things we both need to work out of our systems..." He smiled a a little bit and began working again, "I hope to see you in the next sermon..." Michael said as the man left.When he was a lone Father Michael tried to get ready for the hunt but couldn't. His body was still on fire from the fucking, and his cock was hard again. "Damn." He said quietly, as he wrapped his hands around the shaft and started stroking.It didn't take him long to cum. But it did take him two hours to clean his office to his satisfaction, the smell of sex gone, and any sticky residue bleached away. Tomorrow night... he thought, he would begin the hunt anew Soon enough Nate was finished his drink. He relaxed for a bit longer in the bath, when he closed his eyes his mind went back to thoughts of Father Michael. He bit his lip at the thought of being fucked again. He knew next time he needed to strike, or the time after that. He couldn't keep going with this, he needed to die. Nate could find someone else to pleasure him. Someone who wouldn't kill him.Nate got out of the bath to distract himself, he did have an erection, but he didn't feel like pleasuring himself to the thoughts of that hunter. He got into bed and turned on his TV, he was only wrapped in a towel. He lived alone so there was no rush for him to get dress. He distracted himself with the TV, but found himself slightly playing with himself. He stopped it as he realized what he was doing. After a while he finally fell asleep.He was out for the night after then, he did dream of Father Michael though. It wasn't killing him though, it was loving him, feeding from him (willingly). All things that wouldn't happen in real life. Of course he'd feed from the man, as a way to kill him. He hadn't figured out how he would do it though, maybe in the middle of sex... Yes, that'd be nice.

A Hunter's Plight (Immortal & BoredMale777)

Viking way is is more then battle.

It was a dark cloudy day as the battle had been lost for clan. They where going to win until betrayed by one of there own.thete priestess was a honorable sheild maiden. She devoted herself to the gods. Her name was Aggra. She was beloved by her people even if she was only in her 20s. She was a strong warrior and her faith was strong and unshakable. Aggra came from a long line of leaders a priests and priestesses. But she was sometimes to stubborn for her own good. She only saw heed from a select few. Plus she was still young and learning. Her drive to prove herself and wanting glory for her people made her more then enough enemies.Today was failure for her people. She said a prayer on the battlefield. She looked up at the ravens and smiled. " My people enjoy the afterlife you deserve. Odin take care of these souls who fought in your name. I will fight for them and you Odin!" She grabbed a sword and took out more warriors. Battlefield was like a dance to her. It was beautiful and graceful. The key to Valhalla. She finally got tired and worn out. She stood up and looked at the enemy. Her gaze strong and clearly not scared of death.Finally she was taken down and brought to the leader son. Her shiny,bright eyes watched him calmly. Her necklace as a priestess showed and her belt showed she was daughter of a chieftain. She was ready for whatever fate had in store. If it was a slave or sacrifice or death or torture. She. Just looked up at the sky watching the ravens. She offered a prayer to the gods. She waited her fate and just accepted whatever happened as she believed that it was the gods will. Runar sat near his tent at the encampment his father had made before the fight against the opposing tribe. Eyes closed as he leans back against the log he sat against a frown marring his otherwise calm appearance. His long brown hair was braided down his back the sides shaved close to his head. He heard some men approaching and sat up frowning as he looked at them seeing what appeared to be a priestess from her necklace glaring at the men he snaps at them darkly. "What are you doing? Why are you bothering me after the victory." He stands the armor on his right arm still his torso left bare of armor as well as his left arm. At his waist rested a battle axe the handle worn but the blade showing extreme care and sharpening done to it.One of the men winced before speaking slowly almost nervously to the young man before them. "Your father ordered us to bring her to you as a reward for your actions during the fighting." The release Aggra from their grasp as the stand before him one of them glaring at him before speaking up darkly. "Aye reward even if you acted like a lone wolf and left the shield wall. Your actions left a gap in the wall that saw good men killed." The young man looks at them before he starts to laugh shaking his head as he spreads his arms almost mockingly. "IF THEY WERE GOOD MEN THEY WOULDN'T HAVE FALLEN! At least they had the honor to die in battle and go to Valhalla rejoice in that fact." He turns his back on them in the process allowing the priestess to see his back and the scars that criss cross along his flesh there. "IF that is all leave." He starts to take off his pauldron and armor setting the thick leather armor guard down as he rolls his shoulders a bit.He finally turns back to the female and crosses his arms looking at her with a dark scowl muttering. "Meddling old fool going to get an earful from him later." He sighs and reaches down grabbing her arm and hauling her upright swiftly before he gestures. "Into the tent lets go." The female just giggled. " Even your men have more insight then you. Your people died cause of your foolishness. I saw fear in there eyes and hesitanted. Not cause they sought glory or honor. You have yet to learn what being a leader means. It only cause of betrayal you won. My people where ready for death if the gods deemed them worthy of the glory. You mock the gods. You should learn more before you speak without thinking." She said as they let go making her fall to the ground.Aggra looked up as her removed his upper body armor. She saw the wounds and noticed the scars. Her blue eyes had no pity just defiance. She looked at him calmly. She looked at herself. Her armor was taken away leaving her in her torn clothes. She glared " Death does not make a weak warrior. Even the best eventually fall. Including yourself. The gods and the Norns decided who lives and dies and who was worthy or not. It not your place to decide such things." She said as he lifted her up to her feet.Aggra was to weak to fight and was forced into the tent. She just smirked as she was forced to be in the tent with Runar. He snorts as he ducks into his tent sighing he shoves her towards the small cot he had constructed for himself. "Yes well sometimes I feel it is also up to men and women to make their own fate. After all the struggle is what makes life worth living in my eyes." He looks at her frowning as he sees her clothing reaching out he grasps her chin and tilts her head up forcefully to get a better look at her his own head tilted to the side. "Interesting you truly are a priestess aren't you? Such devotion." He smirks as part of her previous statement sprang to his mind. "I take it you saw me on the field than. Curious I don't recall seeing you." He frowns as he looks at her for a moment before he releases her jaw and turns taking a drink from a flagon hanging from a pole.He sighs undoing his belt and hanging it up one hand brushing against the axe handle as he frowns glaring at the weapon. Finally he sighs and turns to look at her crossing his arms a faint frown on his face as he looks at her glancing at the cot he shakes his head. "This could be troublesome." He hums before his hand flashes out once more aiming to grab her neck as he looks at her firmly. "Are you going to cause me problems." She smirks. " I'm always helping lead my people. I was there the whole time. Planing and leading them. Who knows you where to caught up in being hasty to notice. Blind by the thrill of battle... it warrior right." She giggles a bit. " The struggle makes us who we are. Without the gods where would humanity be? We don't exist without there protection or blessings." She said calmly. Aggra" Yes a servant of the gods. I serve them and only them." She said defiantly. Aggra simply kneeled on the cot. Her gaze never breaking away from his eyes.She smirked. "I don't answer to you. I answer to the gods. I don't fear you in short it depends. If it offensive to the gods or against my oaths. Then yes.. otherwise no. So simplypossiably. She said honestly. She would of tried to get him to release her if her hands where not tied togather. All she could do was watch him. "Please use my name Aggra." She said finally telling him her name. " What you going to do to me Runar?" He frowns as she uses his name and releases her slowly looking at her as he crosses his arms thoughtfully. "Honestly not a clue. My father is the one who ordered you brought here he likely hopes something will happen." He snorts and turns his back on her looking out the entrance of his tent with a frown before he spoke up again calmly. "Take off your cloths I need to see if you are injured." He reaches over drawing a knife from his belt calmly as he rolled his the blade between his fingers slowly. He turned and looked at her crossing his arms as he waits calmly rubbing his forearm absently as he started to flip the knife up and down slowly. "I may not agree with the Gods but I am not against them nor will I go against them." She coughs and takes a few minutes to catch her breath. "Well it seems that you can ask him shortly." She said calmly. She looked at him and eyeing the knife. " I rather keep them on. Only have a few minor injuries." Aggra said. Her ankle was a bit swollen she likely sprained it. It would only take a couple days to heal if she did not use it. She was mostly tired. Her wrists where likely sore from being tied tight. Her bindings looked tight. Likely just to be safe. She had a couple minor cuts and a few bruises on her. But besides that she had nothing of note as far as wounds or damage. Aggra eyes said she told the truth. " Why do you feel tat way toward the gods?" He hums watching her before he strides forward lifting the knife he grabs her shirt and goes to cut through it calmly eyes half closed a light glare directed at the woman as he mutters under his breath. "Stubborn proud women. If I wanted to hurt you I already would have at least at this point." If successful he would toss aside the remnants of her shirt taking the knife and cutting through the bindings on her wrists before gesturing at her pants. "Come on off with em lets go." He spun the weapon around his fingers before tossing it up into the air snagging it by the hilt after a moment. Soon she had nothing on, but her undergarment. Her body was fit and Mindy toned. She was slim and almost like a doll. She had a few scars on er body. Her skin was soft and smooth and her red hair stood out aganist her pale skin and so did her bright blue eyes. "Why do you think your father wants you to have me?" She asked as her eyes stayed on him mostly. Sometimes she would eye the knife while rubbing her wrists and stretching them. " Thank you." She said . She was thankful that he had removed her wrist bindings. "Being a priestess and a sheild maiden has given me purpose and meaning. What gives you purpose and moving on in this life?" She asked curiously. Aggra seemed curious about him and his people and yet worried about her people. He frowns as he toys with the knife tip frowning darkly as he shrugs slowly shifting the knife to his off hand he gestures. "Probably expected me to just use you for pleasure most likely." He snorts as he glances behind him eyes narrowing before he shrugs and looks back at her thoughtfully as she asked him about his purpose. "Honestly I don't know for now I fight and expand my abilities as a warrior while also carefully nurturing various warriors who show promise while keeping them out from my father's view." He shakes his head as he tosses the knife at the center pole watching as it embeds in the pole and he strides forward crouching down to check her more obvious injuries his hands calloused by gentle as he gently grasped at her ankle. She watched him. Aggra smirked a little. " Ah I see and I see that you have seen your share in battle. Yes the art of battle. The battlefield is a testing ground. One that I enjoy as well. But I also enjoy seeing families reunited and the happiness brought by the clan." Aggra said as she watched him. The ankle was very swollen. It had likely got sprained a few hours in the middle of battle. She barely flinched showing it did hurt a fair bit. She seemed to be a sweet lady. Her eyes softened as he earned a bit more of her trust. He frowns looking at her ankle before he shakes his head offering her a hesitant smile. "Sorry not much I can do for your ankle at the moment." He shrugs and stands up his hand gliding up her leg as he took a moment to make sure the other noteable injuries didn't appear to be severe. His hand stopping at her thigh as he glanced along her torso humming. "I can see that you enjoy the battlefield." He shoots her a smirk as his eyes rove up her body towards her eyes raising an eyebrow almost teasingly as he stands up walking to a satchel and pulling out some bindings for her as well as some clean water. " It fine. Thank you for your concern." She watched him as he stopped at her thigh. She likely hurt if tried anything. Yes I do. It one of the few places I enjoy. I see it a place you thrive in as well." Aggra sat down as to get weight off her ankle and let it heal. She giggled. " I see there more to you then just fighting unlike some of the rumors I heard from the other clans. That a good thing. I see some the younger warriors want to be braver and true like you. That no easy feat." She said as she watched him. He almost remind her of a brother she lost in battle. Maybe that why she felt more at ease. He chuckles as he shakes his head "Fighting is well in good as long as you aren't fighting for fighting's sake alone." He watches her than takes some of the water and starts to work on cleaning her arms off snorting. "Like I said stubborn woman bane of my life." He shakes his head as he focuses on the task at hand crouching down by the bed as he worked on her arms for now. "Besides I am sure you would rather clean up after a battle instead of stay in the mud and blood from the battlefield. Also I don't want you ruining my furs." He points to the furs folded at the foot of the bed. "I had to hunt those down myself after all." She giggled. " I only fight for my clan and my people and for the gods. I asked them if I should fight. They clearly wanted me here for a reason. Since they told me I would survive and meet someone important." She smirked softly. " Stubborn man I see. Im glad to see someone sees it that way here." She looks at the furs. " Proud of our furs? You are just like my brother. Yes I rather not stay in blood and mud unless I need to." She admitted. She glared at him with caring eyes. " Oh and thank you for kindness."she said gratefully.She pulled her hair up. She was curious if she should help them with her healing knowledge. She was very tempted to. He hums as he hears her shrugging his head shaking lightly as he glances at her tilting his head. "Oh someone important huH? I wish you luck finding them." He smirks at her blandly before he starts to wipe down her leg slowly his hands working against her leg washing away the signs of the battle. He goes to stand up hissing lightly as he turns a hand moving to touch a shallow gash on his side glaring at it before he looks at her gesturing. "Move over I want to sit down and refuse to sit on the ground." " I think I have found him. Sense the name Runar was mentioned." She look up and grabbed a bag from her pocket. She eyed him and smirked. " since you help me. I will help you. I'm a trained healer. I can make your wound heal faster and less painful." She moved over and let him sit by the furs. She used what she had and got extract from the plants. She soaked bandages in it. She put some on on her ankle to prove it was not dangerous or poisonous. " Will allow me to treat you?" She asked as she looked him in the eyes. Waiting for his permission before treating him. Runar watched her frowning as he shock his head watching her go about putting a bandage on her ankle before he turns lightly shifting so that she could see a light slash across his lower back angling down towards his waist. "I got tagged from behind if you think you can do something for it feel free." He leans forward and half closes his eyes chuckling. "Besides most of the Gods frown upon poison not to worried a Priestess will resort to it." She giggled. She turned some herbs into a cream and put some on her fingers. " It will feel strange. It just the numbing effect." She put the cream on the wound. She then put the soaked bandages on the slash wound. She secured the bandages in place. " It should remove any pain in a few minutes. If you rest while it closing it should not scar. But I don't have herbs that prevents scaring on me. I did all I can." She said honestly. Aggra looked at him. " You are right gods do not look kindly on poison. But I prefer earning trust then requiring it. So it is habit to apply to myself to prove it trust worthy." She explained. Aggra smiled at realizing he was strong warrior and lacked leadership skills. " I think we could help each other. We are opposite. I'm more in having to lead and spiritual stuff.. Your more of a warrior and physical and inspire your people.. We could learn from each other." Runnar lets out a slight hiss as she touches the wound relaxing as he exhales and glances back at her shrugging slowly. "Most warriors respect those who carry their scars with pride so I might as well just deal with a scar as long as its not to bad." He sighs as he stands up and starts to remove the rest of his clothing carefully moving to lay down in the bed as he glances at her. "Its late might as well get some rest come on." He shifts onto his side wincing as he does so until there was enough room for her to join him on the small cot. She looked at him. "Depends how much strain you put on it. But it should not not cause you to much pain for awhile." She said calmly. She looked at the wounded outside the tent. She then turned and helped Runar lay down as to ease the pain he was in. It was not aganist the gods or her oaths or anything. She nodded. " Thank you." She said as she laid next to him. She glanced at her necklace. If she had completed her training.. she could marry if she wished. If she could she would want somebody like Runar and yet little more spiritual. But for now she had to wait and see what the gods had in store for her. After a prayer, She fell asleep peacefully. Runar watches her lay down slowly allowing his eyes to close as he slipped an arm around her waist drawing her against his side carefully. He finally felt into a slight rest the arm wrapped around her holding her close against his side. In the morning he jolted awake eyes snapping open as he looked around unmoving before he finally relaxed slightly glancing down at her as he frowns in thought the arm wrapped around her gently rubbing at her lower back as he looked up half closing his eyes as he offered a silent prayer to Thor and Odin for guidance before he let his eyes close again. He relaxes peacefully beside her as he waits for her to awaken his hand still rubbing at her back gently. Aggra placed a hand on his shoulder and had a restless sleep. She had a strange dream. She sat up with a start. Tears flowed from her eyes. " Odin show me the path. Thor give me strength. Freya guide me in this path." She clasped her necklace. Aggra opened her eyes and calmed down. She looked down and saw Runar. " Sorry I did not mean to wake you." She apologized. Aggra was slightly shaky as if she had a nightmare or something. Once she calmed down she looked toward Runar. " How are you feeling?" She asked as she noticed his wounds where less swollen. Suddenly Aggra noticed her ankle was doing better. But her mind was busy processing her dream. He frowns as he looks at her before he shakes his head and sits up with a light sigh he looks at her frowning as he sees how shaken she seemed to be tears falling from her eyes as he frowns a bit tilting his head a bit. "What is wrong Aggra?" He sits up and pulls her close by her waist running a hand up and down her side as he reaches over to snag a flagon to drink from relaxing a bit as he exhales a bit. He leans against her absently eyes half closed as he struggles to center himself. "A dream sent by the gods. The fate was just startling. I saw a man a leader.. who said you shall become a slave. But the person defyed him by falling into love with his son. But then in rage the leader ordered the person tortured and then killed.... The seer my mentor said she saw a crows surrounding someone and that person died only to be turned into a winged being. But will be given the chance to have there dream fulfilled in return for there suffering and devotion. I believe the vision and dream are connected. " Aggra explained. She helped him and kept doing so until he did not need her help. He frowns as he tilts his head one hand moving to run through her hair as he pushes himself upright stretching. "Do you know who this dream was about?" He made his way towards where his belt rested taking it and strapping it on before he went to pull on his leather arm guard he had shifting and twisting it back and forth. Finally he reached down snatching up his shield and fitting it onto his back before he looked at her curiously. "I need to get you something to wear. Any preference?" He rolled his shoulders for a moment before he turned to move towards the entrance of his tent. " I'm not sure. I have a gut feeling I know. But I will not know unless a curtain ritual performed. I was almost done training until this war happened. So I did not get my staff and supplies as a fully recognized priestess. So I do not have the means to find out." She glanced at Runar. " I prefer sheild maiden outfit. But I don't have a preference." Aggra said calmly. She did her hair down and did some braids. She searched her pants and pulled out extra clasps and things to keep her hair in place. Suddenly she noticed his cut on his back. " I have extra numbing medicine if you need it." She said calmly. Runar shakes his head as he turns to make his way from the tent. "No I should be fine. I am going to go and retrieve an outfit for you. Can't give ya a weapon yet but I can at least give ya an outfit to wear instead of tatters or nothing. Not that I mind that view." He smirks at her lightly as he walks away one hand resting on the haft of his axe easily. His footsteps calm as he nods to a few of those who he considered his followers nodding a few of them back towards his tent. A trio of them shake their heads but grin and move to lounge around near his tent as he makes his way towards where the traders that came with his clan were set up. Aggra nodded her head in thanks. She smirked " I'm sure you don't mind the view. Just don't get reckless out there." She then went to reapply treatment to her ankle. The swelling had gone down. But knew she be putting weight on it today. So she applied more medicine. Aggra soon finished and tried to make sense of of her dream. She prayed and then packed up her herbs and medicine.Luckily they had some female clothes and had some armor and sheild maiden stuff. But it was very limited. But mostly had men stuff. A trader looks up. " That was some show you put on out there. How can I help our hero?" The Trader asked. Runar chuckled as he offered the Trader a polite nod looking at the selection of female items they had he hums before he gestures. "My father recently gifted me someone but I would rather not have others looking upon what is mine. I require some female cloths as well as the armor and shield maiden gear." He looks at the Trader calmly tapping at the haft of his axe uneasily.Back at his tent three of the men who served under him were lounging around outside laughing and drink when one of the few Shield Maiden's in their clan, all of whom worked for Runar walked up and gestured. "I heard the boss was out shopping for someone his father sent." There was a barely hidden sneer at the word father as they all spoke amongst each other one of the men nodding his head slowly. "Aye boss asked us to stand guard essentially he doesn't trust his father or any of his men to not try anything." The trader gave him sheild maiden armor and women clothes. " Ah that priestess? I hear she a feisty one. I'm surprised your intersted in her." The trader said as he gave Runar what he requested. "Anything else?" The trader asked calmly. The trader was a middle age man who was a merchant when not fighting. The merchant was secretly respected Runar and not his father.Aggra could not help over hearing the men outside. Runar did not trust his father or men? Men she understood and yet his father? This made her gut feeling stronger. If she was the one it means she fall in love with Runar. She thought deeply. Aggra sighed as she stood up. All this was happening so fast and yet it almost felt as she wanted to fall in love with Runar and that she wanted his love. But also wished it not cause then he suffer. " What to do?" She asked herself. She decided to keep listening to the people outside. Runar looks over the rest of the items the merchant has on stock. "You wouldn't happen to have any interesting new weapons would ya? My axe is handy but I just feel like I need something more." He frowns as he wonders about that feeling looking over the weapons that were on display.The shield maiden sighs as she drops down to join the other three. "Aye there has been tension between Runar and his father ever sense his mother died. Runar blames his father and in my opinion rightly so. He didn't send her any guards on her trip who does that to the woman he is married to." The others all seem to growl at the memory before the oldest of the first three sighs and leans back. "Thats not the worst part you all weren't with him than but I was. Runar was only 10 or so at the time when it happened he went out after he heard his father sent her with no guards taking those he trusted. We came upon her horse and her both dead on the side of the road. After that Runa trained day and night he knows eventually it will be time to take his fathers position by force more likely than anything." Trader " I have a freshly made axes,swords, daggers. I do have a double sided ax. It sharp and has weight so you can smash stuff to." He brings out a ax about the size of Runar own. " Made by our own clan blacksmith. Has yet to be used and freshly sharpened this morning."Aggra listened as she sat on the cot. The story brought back memories. Only it was when one of her brothers the eldest one was banished and then killed. It was cause he believed different then her father. It was clear as day. She was training when he was banished. But then one of her father closest followers killed him by shooting him in the back. It was then when she defy her father and swore to be a sheild maiden and priestess. But since she was special and priestess her father backed down. Suddenly Aggra snapped back to reality. Aggra smirked. " I guess we have things in common." She said softly. Runar looked at the axe lifting it up he stepped back giving it a quick spin testing its weight and balance before he sighs and sets it down shaking his head with a light frown. "It has good weight and is clearly a fantastic weapon but I would like something different than an axe." He offers the trader a smile before pulling out the coin for the clothing and armor he had chosen for Aggra.Back at his tent the others were now just talking as they relaxed before finally one of the others spoke up quietly glancing around quickly. "I think its going to happen soon I have had a feeling of future changing coming." He shrugs as he leans back tapping on the ground thoughtfully. "The question is what will be the catalyst for this change." The trader thought before bringing out a 1 handed sword. " This sword is new and is very well liked by elite soldiers such as yourself. This kind of weapon is my favorite. I do have a bow. I do have a few spears and lances." He said calmly. He looked like at the coin and took it. " I could ask my friend who is a blacksmith to make you a custom made weapon." He offered.Aggra smiled. " There is no simple answer for the future. especially change on this scale" she said softly and quietly. If they could sense it as well, it could mean that it was closer or something. She was glad to hear they where ready for change. Suddenly she got a calming and yet almost special presence. She wanted to go. But only 1 problem. She was in state to go outside. " I guess I will have to wait." Runar looks at the sword before he thinks eyes half closing as he hears the trader offer to reach out to a friend he nods slowly. "Yes custom made I can pay for it of course. I would like a single edged blade preferably one handed but maybe something that if I need to I can use both hands on it." After a moment he shakes his head and grins. "Let your friend no there is no rush I want to see the best he can give." He offers the man a nod before gathering his purchases and making his way back to his tent.When he arrives he blinks seeing the new addition to the group before he nods to them calmly. "Eclipse, Draven, Alek, and Ellie its good to see you joined us as well. If you will wait here." He steps past them and into his tent looking towards Aggra he offers her a grin. "Sorry that took so long got talking about weapons with the trader." He holds out the clothing first setting aside the armor he had picked up as well. "These are for you." Trader " No problem. He will curtainly want to see you to talk about design and how big you want the handle," He smiled and gave him the equipment he asked for. The Trader smirked and watch Runar go on his way. He did notice how the wound on Runar back seemed to heal pretty well considering. He goes back to work thanking the gods for protecting Runar.She smiled. " Thank you." She puts on the dress leggings and boots. Next came the dress that was blue and went to her ankles. Her necklace showed aganist the blue dress . It complemented her eyes and red hair. She let her hair fall onto her shoulders and down her. Back. " Thank you Runar. It ever warrior right to look for things he needs on the battlefield. I don't mind." She glanced as him as she finished dressing and putting the medicine in the hidden pockets in her dress. "Are you doing ok?" Runar nods as he watches her seeing the dress she wore he chuckles and offers her a small smirk. "Wearing a dress I see? Oddly fitting." He shrugs before he gestures hesitantly to the armor a light frown on his face. "The armor is also for you I couldn't get you a weapon as I didn't know what you used but here." He drew one of his fighting knives from his belt and spun it around the blade resting against his palm as he held the weapon out to her calmly.Outside the tent the other four were laughing and drinking now joking about what the future may held as they half kept an eye out around them those who were closest to Runar's tent were his followers mostly younger warriors who were in his age group but a handful of the older warriors more experienced also followed their young Prince. He sighed as he sat down on the bed leaning back as he frowned tapping at the bed frame as he looks down. "I don't know why but I feel like I need a new weapon. Something different." He sighs as he leans back half closing his eyes. Aggra put some armor on. She put on arm protection and shoulders. She secured the chest piece the armor around her waist and hips and put on leg protection. She took the dagger and put on her belt. She looks at him and smiles. We are not on the battlefield. Plus I have reason to trust you." She said calmly.Aggra heard laughter outside and smiled. " sometimes that happens until you find the perfect weapon." She said honestly. " just as Thor has his hammer we have yet to find the weapon we are proud of and will stay with us." She said calmly. She sat next to him. " What will you do now?" She asked calmly. Runar hums as he looks at her shrugging his shoulders lightly as he stretched. "The camp is going to be packed up and we are supposed to be heading home so I suppose I will make sure my warriors are all well and prepared to move. If you would like to walk around you may just take one of the shield maidens who follow me with you if you wouldn't mind." He pushes himself upright and rolls his shoulders looking around for a moment before he starts towards the entrance of his tent slowly. She watched him calmly and got up following him. " I think I offer a service for the dead or at least offering healing to those who live." She said as she walked out with him. " I can agree to your terms to have one of them with me." She went and held the enterance open for him and followed him out. Aggra looked at the the others and nodded in greeting and respect. Runar nods as he steps out of the tent and looks around calmly nodding to his nearest warriors before he gestures towards the female calmly his eyes looking around as he speaks finally. "Ellie you and another of your sister's are to accompany Aggra here she is going to go and tend to the wounded we have as well as sending off any of our fallen appropriately." He sighs tiredly running a hand through his hair as he looks at Draven next as he starts to walk forward. "What are the losses from my own personal forces?" He started to walk through the section of the camp nearest his own forces looking around at the various warriors near his tent stopping to offer some pats on the back speaking with them as he shifted through the camp calmly. Aggra introduced herself to the sheild maidens. She first tended to the wounded. Her touch was gentle and yet effective. Some like shamanism on her part and she sent them on a road to recovery. She comforted those who suffered loses. Suddenly she started humming a song. Soon she went to where all who died in battle where. She looked up at the dark sky. " Warriors may Odin welcome you into the halls of Valhalla. May your names live on. Valhalla calls for you. Odin let the Valkyrie ride and bring these warriors home who fought in your name. May they be welcomed by Odin and Freya." She raised her hands and suddenly a ravens appeared and one landed on her shoulder. Soon the send off was done as the worthy would be taken to Valhalla and others go to Freya. She then allowed everyone to pay there respects. Aggra petted the raven. " Thank you Idin." She then looked at the 2 sheild maidens. I have done all that I can." Runar walked through the tents near his own talking with his companions and warriors laughing occasionally offering them grins as he gestured around almost wildly before standing near his tent he looks around before gesturing the original trio over. "Lads spread the word and get our cooks over here. Have someone go out to catch some food we are going to feast tonight to send off our fallen tonight. Send someone to get the mead from our longships and we will welcome all but keep a close eye on those who are known to support my father. For now go see what you can gather up I am going to take some time to think." He nods to his men and steps into his tent exhaling as he sits down on his cot pulling out a book that held counts of his warriors writing in the book for a moment. Aggra got things ready for the final stage. She prepared a drink for a ritual which would allow her contact with the gods and the other world. She got ready to do blessings and services and stuff and whatever else they needed. She made markings of a priestess and did her best. But the raven never left her shoulder. Aggra walked to to the edge of the camp as she did prayers. Soon her eyes opened and the raven spoke to her in her mind. She realized the message meaning and nodded. She wiped the tears away and got ready to join everyone. Aggra " I hope everything goes well. What a complicated matter... soon it will start and prophecy should come true soon in the future." Runar toke a moment in his tent to dress in his more ceremonial armor before that evening he walks out and towards a large fire set up on the edge of the camp grinning as he looks around. He steps up to the fire turning his back to it and lifts his hands looking around at his people gathered around. "Everyone we won the battle but at a cost." He takes a horn of mead and lifts it up looking at everyone as he offers them a small smile. "TO OUR FALLEN MY FRIENDS! Skål." He drinks from the mead deeply before he throws his other hand out grinning brightly at his people. "Let us celebrate and remember our fallen comrades." He steps away from the fire moving to sit down at a table that had been sit up with a light sigh. Aggra went forth and did final rites setting the warriors to gods. She was surrounded by ravens as if they protected her. Ravens where one of Odin sacred animals. Bout ravens perched around camp as if Odin was making his presence known or something. But one raven stayed on her shoulder. When she was done she sat down and took a sip of her drink. She looked at Runar. " do you want to know the words of the gods? They have spoken and shown their favor tonight. They have enlightened to the future." She offered. Runar looks at her thoughtfuly as he downs the rest of his mead before he looks into the fire frowning deeply before he shrugs and offers her a bright grin. "If you want to tell me what you have heard I would listen but I will not ask if it is not my time." He offers her a bow of his head before one of his men walks up with two plates setting them down beside them both before moving on. Sighing Runar looks around frowning a bit as he notes how silent the rest of the camp outside of his domain was. " The gods confirmed the meaning of my dream. You are a key part in their plans. You will bring honor to your people. Your legacy and feats will be known through the ages. But how you choose to be seen is determined by your actions. I do not fear my fate. I hope to see your legacy and feats that will be sung in the ages on. You have there favor for now." She said as the ravens flew off. She relaxed. But there was a a uneasy tone in how she talked of her fate. One could only guest how bad her fate could be. Aggra blessed the food and ate. But not much though. Runar glances at her raising an eyebrow before he shrugs slowly and leans back tilting his head he exhales. "I was afraid you would say that. The Gods always have plans for everyone and a large part of me was afraid they had large designs for me." He looks out over his small gathering of loyal people frowning before he looks at her shaking his head he ate as well drinking and looking around frowning at the silence through the rest of the camp. His hand flexing as he caresssed the haft of his axe absently. "Well I would find myself missing your presence if something were to happen to ya Aggra so try to be safe aye?" " it is very rare for one to have such favor with the gods and to know you can change this life better for others and yourself. At least we can leave our mark on the world." She said. Aggra looked at Runar. " I will as long as I can anyway. But I can't promise for how long given what dreams and visions mean. But I'm glad to have a friend like you.. somebody that understands my way of thinking and I can talk to. Who knew 2 former enemies could get along so quickly? It shows that the world not just black and white. Nothing is simple in this world." She said and placed a comforting hand on Runar hand. She looked him in the eyes and smiled. Runar looks into her eyes frowning lightly before he nods and pushes himself upright stretching backward he rolls his shoulders a bit as he starts to walk around talking to various small groups gathered around the fire. Laughing and talking with each of them patting them on the back as he moves amongst his men making himself seen and interacting with them openly wanting to make sure they know he was there to fight alongside them not just to command them. He finally made his way back to his seat and sat down leaning back with a tired sigh as he gestures. "My people seem to think its time that I make a move but I am unsure." " That where my fate comes in. Gods say when the time is right my life will be what sets the stage for you.. after my my job is done it will be up to you if you accept what happened or change it thus creating a new future." She said sweetly. Aggra watched him leave and sighed. Slowly Aggra ate and socialized a little if people talked to her. She could only smile as she watched Runar. Aggra watched him and nodded. " From experience about making my choices.. I find that if you search inside yourself and open yourself to nature.. some times you will find answers. I found that answers can come from the most unexpected places. I think you will know in heart and soul when it comes time. " she looked down sadly. " my mentor the seer.. said humanity tends to over think things or under think things. Sometimes the answer will appear or if you just open your mind. Eventually you will find the wisdom you seek." She smiled as she tried to comfort him. " I will be your friend and ally if you let me. We can do this togather.. plus you have people who care about you... you do not have to discover your fate by yourself." Runar sighs as he looks at her shaking his head as he rubs the back of his hand scowling darkly as he glances over. "What if my actions to your fate aren't for the best? What if I let my anger and rage consume me in that moment and make a mistake." He frowns as he looks out over his people exhaling slowly as he leaned back looking up at the starry sky above eyes half closed as he muttered. "What if I don't want to lose you." She touched his hand. " Look we lost warriors today. But that does not mean they are gone. When we battle we do not always win. Where humans and not perfect.. I'm not worried.. I think you will be fine. We all make mistakes. I believe that is why they say you choose. " Aggra placed her hand on his and smiled. " I don't want to lose you. I hate seeing you suffer and stuff. I wish I could ease your fear and take away your burdens.. so the feeling is mutual." She said softly. Aggra smiled slightly. Runar sighs as he nods and stretches moving to stand he holds his hand out to her and smiles gently as he looks into her eyes tilting his head almost curiously. "Would you like to retire for the evening Aggra? We are supposed to set off tomorrow and luckily my group owns four of our clan's longships so plenty of room for us." He glances around and smiles a bit fondly at his people as the all laugh seeing the way their young leader was acting a few of them staring at the two thoughtfully as the all grin a bit. She took his hand and stood up. " I'm ready to retire if my services are not needed by anybody." Aggra said honestly as she slightly blushed. But makeup and markings where able to hide most of it. Aggra smiled and giggled at the stares. Aggra placed her hand on Runar arm. She looked at the sky before looking at the ships. Aggra was finally felt as if she found love and she would enjoy as long as it lasted. "Life and fate are interesting. Though if it with you I don't think I care what happens next." She whispered softly to Runar. She looked to him for his reaction.

Viking way is is more then battle.

Mercy Does Not Exist Here (Elfguy and Draconovich)

The streets of the city were a bustle of activity and the cloaked and hooded figure sighs as he casually sits on the roof of one of the less shabby inns. It was bitterly dull… there must be SOMETHING of worth out there. A trade city was ALWAYS a manic bundling of bustling people with a myriad of purposes and ambitions, scurrying on their errands or secretly making private deals in shadow laden alleyways.He turns his hidden eyes, studying the movements of people… searching to tell tale signs of a good hit. Exotic fabrics… lucid grace… unabashed delicate beautiful jewelry that could feed a family for a year. Elves were normally poor at masking themselves.Especially how they curtailed coming near other races, especially humans, and bore an air of superiority. The arrogance cannot be hidden, no matter how many layers of deception or disguise. ( put her mug down on the counter of the inn, along with a few silver coins to pay for it. The bartender looked at her and smiled. She smiled back, noticing the obvious lust in his eyes. She was used to it.Kara was not your typical elf. She dressed in a very unique, provocative way, which often turned heads when she walked by, and that was just one small part of her personality. Kara was always all smiles, always greeted people with respect, and tried to befriend them whenever possible. But behind her warm smile, she had a much darker secret.As a trained mage, Kara was highly skilled and intelligent. She had both a strong, fit body, and a practiced skill in manipulation. Kara believed that as a superior being, she should be able to get the things she wanted. But she did things intelligently. Why do battle with your enemy, when you can instead become their best friend, have them tell you everything they know, and do your bidding willingly, and then just kill them at the end. This, in one sentence, was her way of life.This elf delt with information. She routinely traveled the human and dwarves cities, much more so than her typical elven brothers and sisters, to infiltrate nobles and lords, befriend them, and through them, acquire magical artifact, spell scrolls, or any other item of power.The young elf walked out of the inn and looked around. She was very easy to spot, walking around dressed like that, and held no weapon, leaving her wand back home most of the time. A wand is a clear indication that one is a spell caster, and information is power. This is one part of herself she didn't share unless needed, plus meeting people unarmed helped her gain their trust faster.She started walking along the main street, heading for the town gates. The cloaked and hooded figure pauses as he leans forward slightly, something shining out brilliantly amidst the mass of moving clothed figures.Well, no doubt about it. She was an elf. Leaning forward to grip a little better on the edge of the roof, he grins as his hidden eyes devour the sight of all that shamelessly bared flesh adorned with gold and jewels.She was… a delicious sight of exotic opulence. And… she was heading towards the gate, but from his vantage, he could see that he was not the only one that noticed her.Scraggly looking local elements follow to prowl after the quite obviously unarmed woman. And no holy markings or components of a spell caster.How… perfect.Rising and moving swiftly, he darts over the roof with surprising ease and silence, hopping from that building covering to another wooden roof, padding swiftly along the supported areas as he darts to intercept the ruffians.From one of the side alleyways, a pair of arms snake out to wrap around the delicate elf's body in an eager hunger for that enticingly displayed elven skin."Come on, Girlie…" The brigand leers, his grizzly beard framing a rather unpleasant face as he attempts to drag her back in the alleyway to his two comrades. Kara jumped in surprise as the arms grabbed her, but then gave the man who was there her trademark smile. It's unlikely that brigands would have much interesting for her to take, but she didn't want to expose her magical abilities in the middle of the street. Also, with a fit body like hers, she could probably fight them off with her bare hands, unless they were professionally trained, or had some impressive weapons. And if so, she could always resort to magic in the shadows of the hallway, where people wouldn't see her.She complied with the man, and let him drag her to the side. She commented "There's no need for that, I know what you want..." in a non threatening, almost sensual manner. She looked around and spotted the other 2 men. She tried to assess both their combat abilities and whether they had anything useful on them. She saw some pouches, and the biggest weapon she could see was a dagger at the belt of one of the men. This should be easy enough. Suddenly, something large and heavy drops upon the pair of thugs below… what looked to be a large cistern, clunking the pair on their heads and spilling water everywhere.A cloaked figure suddenly swoops down with a blade gleaming in the dim light, landing before the stunned ruffian holding the damsel in distress… and dis-dress…. and the use marked but livingly cared blade's sharp edge is pressed to the man's throat. "I suggest…" Purrs a smooth voice bearing a soft edge of a refined accent, though not nearly the tone of aristocracy."…that you let go of the Lady Fair. That is… if you would not like to see your blood stain these grounds."With a choked sound… the man releases the tempting flesh of the elf, and he suddenly doubles over as he's struck in the gut by a mercilessly placed knee, only to fall to the ground as the pommel end of the sword snaps down to greet his back in the agonizing spot of his kidneys."Fair Lady… are you well? I hope this clod had not hurt you?" Kara turned around, surprised, and looked at him. This was an unexpected turn of events. She smiled at him. "Yes, thank you for saving me, you are my hero!" she said, in the most genuine tone possible. As a master of manipulations, it was very easy for her to lie, and to do so convincingly. In most situations, she had found out the best course of action was to go along with whatever the person she interacted with thought. In this case, she would allow the man to think she would have been finished without his timely arrival.She bowed her head at him, and extended her hand. "Thank you so much for your prompt help against these thugs!" ( up, the man moves with a gallant gesture of removing the concealing cloak to reveal the tall stranger was, in fact, a striking young fellow of a taut battle honed build and features sharp and foxlike, eyes of a piercing blue blending with the long hair that seemed to blend a curious grey tone with streaks of white here and there, matching the snow that approaching cold weather will soon promise."It is my pleasure."Leather whispers softly as he reaches out to accept the elegant elven lass's hand like some dashing hero, leaning close to brush his lips over her fair fingers.Silently, he was overjoyed inside, believing he finally hit a good bounty. No doubt that if he charmed his way into her confidence, he would find a bounty of treasures to free. Kara smiled at his handsome form. He looked quite well made, possibly an adventurer. He may well hold some information or items of value. Kara decided it was worth pursuing."You are very kind!" she said as he took her hand. "Who should I be thanking?" trying to get the man's name. She knew quite a few of the local nobles and lords, and wanted to see if he was one of them, or perhaps a relative. "My name is Renard." The man speaks with a charming smile, tilting his head aside slightly before reaching out to gently settle the warm cloak over the scarcely clad shoulders of the exotic lady, chuckling softly. "I simply cannot let a lady walk around and find anger, now can I? What might your name be, Fair Lady?"He silently delighted at his stroke of luck! She was quite the enthusiastic one. He wondered how grateful she might be? This may be his easiest hit yet."If I may be so bold, may I ask where you are headed...and may I accompany you there to ensure your safety from the unpleasant parts of the city?" He gestures to the light of the safer path past the shadowy ally. Kara smiled, apparently grateful for the attention. "I'm heading out of town, and then towards the mountains to the south. I have someone to meet at the Dwarven city of ThunderForge." She let him accompany her, still hoping to find out more about her new prey. His name wasn't familiar, and she wanted to know who he was."So, tell me, are you an adventurer? You seem skilled in battle." Choosing her words carefully, she tried to extract some information from him while they walked. "Then it is a good thing that I found you when I did, My Lady." He replies with a soft chuckle, sheathing his sword and resting his gloved hands on his hips as he walks beside the fair elf. "I help in my own way when and where I can. Occasionally, I must fight. But that is the nature of the beast, no?"There's a hint of amusement in his words, however he turns his gaze ahead. "Thunderforge, and you are heading to the mountains? How do you keep warm with the snow you will be facing?" Kara giggled. "Snow? I'm not going to the peaks, just to ThunderForge, the dwarven city, craved inside the mountain. Have you never been there?"She looked him up and down. His equipment was interesting, but nothing worth risking a confrontation yet. She wanted more information about the man. "Also, do you live here in the city? Or do not have a home, a traveler perhaps?" "Yes...snow. I know it's coming soon." He grins, then reaches up to wrap one of the white locks around his gloved finger. "The closer it gets to snowing, the more of my hair turns white. The warmer the location or season, it turns back to grey. So, I'm excepting a snap." Tilting his head aside slightly, shrugging. "Hmm... no, I avoid going inside mountains. Too confined and enclosed. But... if that is where you are heading, I can handle it."At her inquiry, he laughs softly. "Yes. I am a traveller. I have what few belongings I own at the Inn at the edge of town here." Kara was starting to get a bit less interested. If he was a traveler, he most likely didn't know much interesting information, and if everything he owned could fit in an inn, he probably didn't own much. She thought about what she would do with him, then decided that her own tribe had been without playtoys for a while. This man was quite good looking, and would do the trick. She would keep him for her and the elven tribe.Kara kept smiling at the man. "In that case, grab your stuff, and let's get going. We'll take the road going along the forest, it will lead us to the cliffs fast enough." That, the vagabond decided, would be QUITE helpful. It was time to move on before he was caught, and why not go some place he hadn't? And so when they make their way to the inn, he collects his belongings and settles his tab with the inn keep after purchasing some food for the road. Shrugging the strap of the laden rucksack to his shoulder, he grins lightly as he rejoins with Kara.A wintery brow arches slightly as a grin dances over his face. "For someone who's traveling, I could not help but notice you carry very little. I am beginning to think there is more to you than meets the eye." Kara smiled. "I am an elf. I require very little. Just some coins to pay for things. Otherwise, I am used to sleep on the grass, under the stars. I can hunt and eat wild berries. I don't need much comfort."As they came out of the town, they went along the road, following the edge of the forest, until she decided they were far enough. There, she prepared to strike.. "Yes, well, I cannot help but wonder where you KEEP that coin when you travel, Lady Elf!" The traveller laughs lightly as he follows along slightly, something fluid... smooth in his grace... his footsteps almost dancer light and silent.His eyes trail through the woods, keeping sharp attention at the ready for other brigands or highway robbers... he CERTAINLY would enjoy showing them a thing or two. Or three, but ONLY if absolutely necessary.So engrossed in his observation and searching, he is hardly aware of the woman's plotting thoughts or action beside him... that is, before it becomes a little too late. Kara smiled at the question. "Oh they are in a small pouch here. I don't carry much coins really. But, I do wonder, my dear, where you carry yours?"With that, she quickly casts a binding spell. Suddenly a ring of fire appears around his feet, keeping him from moving. Kara turned around, standing a few feet from him, and put her hands on her hips, smiling proudly at him. "I'm sorry, but there's going to be a chance in plans." All ruminations suddenly fly from the pale haired man's mind as magic suddenly flares from an unexpected source, and he nearly stumbles over as the binding magic wraps about his limbs."What in the name of Chaos?!!!"Struggling against the hold he attempts to wriggle free, however, as flames begin dancing about his feet, he holds his breath as he holds absolutely still.... not wanting to go falling over into that. Sharp blue eyes turn to the woman who'd tricked him...HIM... and, well...he certainly was in quite the predicament. "I know I am going to regret this....but what plans, exactly, do you have in mind?" Kara came up near him and brought a hand to his chin. "Why, my little human, I'm going to make you my pet, my sex slave, and bring you to my tribe in the forest. Now that you can see my true nature, I suggest you stay calm and I'll release the shackles. Then, you will follow me calmly into the forest and not try to run. If you do, I'll simply destroy you and find a new pet. Understood?" The wintery haired fellow simply stares back, carefully weighing his options. Oh, he fully had considered trying to make a break for it... but she pointed out something VERY important. She was an unsettlingly powerful woman, and she could spin her magic swift and sharp. After that, he seriously rethinks his notion.And so he sighs, nodding in resigned defeat. "Very well." More than being caught captive... the part that boggled him, was the reason why she claimed she captured him. Surely, she MUST be speaking in jest!The captive thief sighs softly as he follows the lead of the woman after the bonds are released, casting sharp eyes about the woods as he trails with her lead as he attempts to silently work out potential scenarios in his mind on how he can find a potential opening. While they walk through the forest, the elf is obviously more comfortable in dealing with tree branches and all the other obstacles found deep in a forest. As the thief has to navigate the woods carefully not to fall, Kara taunts him every now and then, caressing his chest or breathing down on his neck playfully whenever he isn't expecting it.Sensing he had questions, she simply said "Don't worry, we're close to my tribe, all will be revealed!" and so she kept walking. Picking his way along with care as he follows his captor, Renard keeps ups reasonably well as he follows the woman who'd baited him...him! And hooked him at his own game. A shudder slithers through his agile but strong honed body at each brush over his chest, and he has to take a second to clear his thoughts at the sinful brush of warmth over his neck. Each teasing breath against his skin gets rewarded with a sleight gasp from the normally boisterous adventurer.Yes, many questions he did indeed have, including if this was revenge on all the elves he'd swindled.It seems, the time had come for him to pay the piper. "A bit hard not to worry being a prisoner." Soon, they came to a clearing. In it, a dozen huts were built, a very small village, and a handful of female elves could be seen going about their business. These were much more like the elves that the thief was used to. They wore barely more than rags, and looked much more frail than Kara did. They did look a bit more wild, and while they had no melee weapons, a few of them had crude wooden bows. They were doing various things, such as tending to a recent boar they had hunted, putting some leather clothes together, or gathering some wooden sticks for the camp fire.As the two came in sight, the elves immediately looked afraid of him. Some cowered in fear, others just gave him a look of disdain. Kara smiled and turned to him. "This is my tribe. They are other wood elves like me, but they are much more savage. They are simple elves, hunting to survive, and staying clear of the city, since humans like you often like to capture my kind to sell as slaves. They are not used to seeing strangers here. But, this time, I decided to bring you so they can get some self confidence back by having their own human as play toy. Sit down."Kara went to talk to one of the elves, while the others slowly went back to what they were doing, looking carefully at him. One slowly approached him, hand in front of her, crouching like an animal finding a new curiosity. "You...you are human, aren't you?" the elf asked timidly. Renard's dreams of hijacking an elven sorceress' lair of treasures are dashed as he is brought within a village gripped by such poverty. Industrious but simple elves living a rather primitive life. Sharp eyes drink in the crude weapons and cunningly used simple tools. Had he been wandering and ventured here, he'd have made this one of his 'drop off' spots.Contrary to popular belief, not all thieves are in it for personal gain and vice.He simply enjoys redistributing from those who can more than afford to those who can't to better balance economy.However, his observation of the crafty slippery fellow brings him to one surprising conclusion.He didn't see a single male anywhere.At the mention of slavers, his nose wrinkles as he bears a look of distaste, grunting low as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I am none too fond of slavers. I would appreciate it if you did not group me in with their lot." True, he might steal just about anything... but he draws certain lines. He didn't steal people.Well, except for a time or two for ransom, but there was no harm done, and money was paid.With that command he grunts and sits down as bidden on the ground, resting his hands on his knees to keep his captors from getting more paranoid of him by any suspicious movements. He was really beginning to wonder if she was serious about making him a slave.Sharp azure eyes raise to the woman who approaches, and he offers a friendly charming smile, tilting his head aside slightly. "I suppose you could call me that, but I'm different." He offers a playful wink, hoping if she's at ease, they might be a little less hostile towards him.He'd heard stories of the cruel tortures or executions savage tribes of elf and human alike were known to do to fair city folk such as he.The sharp fellow could smell her fear, and curiosity, and he tilts his head, long white streaked silver grey hair falling loosely over his shoulder. "I am not going to hurt you, My Lady. And even if I wanted to...which I do not..." He turns his eyes to the sorceress and breathes a soft rueful chuckle. "Your sorceress friend would spell blast me into pieces." The elf came up to him slowly, looking him over from head to toes. She circled him, looking from all angles. She commented "You're taller than I expected." She obvious hadn't been to a human town before.Then, the elf slapped him, then quickly backed away. Kara saw it and laughed. "Haha! So much for first impressions, eh?" Then, many of the other elves started moving in towards him... The leather clad man endures the scrutiny with a curious raise of his brows. With the comment about his height, the charming vagabond cannot help but laughs lightly, the sound a warm purr with his rich voice.However, it halts in perplexed surprise at the sting of that hand on his cheek, and he stares to the woman who's lain a smart red mark.For a second, there's silence... would he attack her back?However, instead, he reaches up to rub the surprisingly swiftly fading hand mark as he grunts with a wry lift of a pale brow. "That was a little uncalled for." He raises his attention to his captor then sighs. "Was it something I said?" He turns his attention, however, as others approach him and it takes a bit of will power for him to keep from tensing as his instincts yelled at him not to get cornered in or surrounded.No, he was going to take whatever pokes, prodding.... or slaps... that were brought his way because the LAST thing he wanted was an angry elven village and a wicked sorceress after his hide. Soon, half the village was surrounding him, and they poked, slapped and pulled on his clothes. They seemed to quickly become less afraid of him. As they kept at him, pieces of his clothing were torn apart. Kara just stood back and apparently enjoyed the spectacle.It seemed to become a competition, as to which elf would get to slap him in the face, or poke him between the eyes. Then, one overly eager elf brushed against an other and made her top fall off, revealing her small, perky breasts. The other shoved back, and the two gave themselves looks of disdain.But then, one elf poked at his crotch, through his pants, and that seemed to be a revelation to the elves. Like kids who didn't know what they just found, they suddenly focused their attention there... The vagabond most certainly felt like one of those traveling caged carnival oddities, poked and treated none too gently, and he fights the urge as they close in. However, as his belt is jerked and falls away to clatter to the ground, he yelps and attempts to keep the rough tugging from doing too much damage, even going so far as to unclasp the top to keep it from suffering any more damage, and he laments as it's pulled away, revealing more of that pale creamy skin. Amusingly, anywhere on his body there is here, it's as soft and fine as that which adorns his head, and more amusingly is how the hairline that usually ends at the nape of the neck trails down his spine to just past his shoulders like an exotic dog's tuft, going shorter the further it goes past his neck."Easy there... there is no need to get so rough..." He attempts to reason even as his gloves get stripped from his hands by curious eager fingers, revealing an old scar on his left... a brandmark in the shape of a foxhead. However, his words trail off as the frenzy of the women tugging him free of his possessions cause the first full casualty of the escapade... a hapless top. He's momentarily hypnotized by the sight of those lovely orbs presented so publicly, that he's only distracted by the sudden feel of a finger poking between his legs.Drawing a sharp gasp as his entrapped manhood is teased through the buttery soft leather, he gives a slight jump and a groan before he attempts to gently guide her curious hand away before it incites.... further trouble. "N..now now... those jewels are not for stealing, my Lady..."A humorous yip of a yelp escapes him as the wave of curiosity of the village women crests, and he finds himself getting shoved back to the ground and he tries to close his legs and draw them up to protect him from the onslaught of hands, however just him against a large number of hands.... he's easy enough for them to pull prone.He raises an alarmed look to the oh so amused sorceress enjoying the show before he gasps, feeling hands probe and prod him over his entrapped treasures and despite his alarm at the situation, and better judgment his hidden member twitches under the supple black leather, and the more prodding and rubbing will reward the curious elves with something warm and firm growing to their touch almost like a little living thing hidden from them."That is enough!" He yelps as he struggles to sit up and shield himself from questioning hands, flushing as he realizes that this could get QUITE awkward and possibly painful.Oh, he enjoyed the company of women...and to be an object of groped curiosity buy a village of beautiful elven women who look like they hadn't seen a male before would be any virile young man's dream.However his instincts grow uneasy at being so cornered, swarmed... like an animal hunted and brought down by a pack of hungry hounds. It was thrilling and unsettling at the same time.Plus, he didn't trust the seductive sorceress that lured and trapped him and something in the back of his mind told him she had plans.Wicked plans.He had to keep his wits about him. When he yelled at them to back off, they all immediately pulled back, surprised and scared at the strong order. Kara giggled. "You lasted longer than I expected." she said, still smiling.Then, she said something in elvish, and then one of the elves stood up and went in front of the man, bent down, and then removed all her clothes. Now naked, she seemed somewhat shy, but took his hand, and started rubbing it.The other elves just kept watching, with curious expressions on their faces. The one who lost her top was still exposed, apparently too busy watching the man to think about going and getting her clothes fixed. Panting softly, he glances about the women that back off. And... uh oh... they looked scared. That could be bad! He steals a glance to the woman that captured him, however, he exhales a sigh of relief as she doesn't seem upset in the least.His eyebrows raise with a look of surprise as one of the lovely lasses approaches him and begins shedding the garments that veiled her lovely frame. Wary eyes gleam with a hint of dawning hunger as bit by bit her flesh is revealed to him. Is this going to start all over again. As she nears, he makes no move... not wanting to scare her or get lashed back by the magic wielding temptress... and he lets his hand be taken.Those sapphire eyes blink as those delicate fingers massage over it, and he seems to ease as the sensation sends SUCH soothing waves through him. He wasn't so certain what this was for, but he certainly didn't seem to mind in the least. "That feels good." He purrs low words, a soft charming pleased smile gracing his lips. The elf started to remove some of the ripped clothing the man still had on him, and caressed his skin after doing so. She seemed very curious and interested in his pale human body. When she got to his pants however, she paused and looked at him, as if unsure how to proceed.That's when Kara interjected. "My dear pet, these elves have rarely seen a male, and perhaps never a human male. Why don't you show my young sister here what pleasure is. I'm sure you can do that, can't you?"With that, the young naked elf looked up at him, even more curious now that Kara had said those words. The other elves also went a bit closer, surrounding him, fully intent on watching. As his skin is bared the taut muscle under the pale skin flows with a hidden strength, gliding like serpents under alabaster flesh as his body responds to the curious touches. A soft low purred groan escapes him as she brushes her hands down his belly as a sinful shiver trails through his body with a wave of bliss. That always was one of his weak spots.The pale haired man blinks in surprise, looking up to Kara with no little startlement, then flushes slightly in realization. "Are you saying that you want me to perform like some wh..." he hesitates, glancing up to the questioning lass before him, and the others that surround him and dying to see what's happening.He bites his tongue, however... then swallows his indignition before he looks to the curious girl. Ohhh... she was so tempting.... but... gods... he shouldn't give in and play like some sort of pet. That's what the sorceress called him, wasn't it. And so, he lans himself forward, pushing himself up to crouch before the lovely lass, and he leans close to brush his lips faintly against hers with a tender light caress to her cheek. However, he whispers softly to her. "This... is nothing personal."And then the fair fleshed creature is up in a bout of speed and agility, racing to the woods. He's merely risen with affection for the sole purpose of giving himself the balance and leverage he needed to spring up and away.The man was surprisingly light and agile on his feet, leaping and bounding, apparently well acquainted with fleeing through a wooded terrain.Ah, but he was fleeing from a village of elves. Hunter. And this was their home turf. Still, he was going to give everything he had into a merry chase. Kara looked surprised at his daring move, and yelled to him. "Hey!" Then, all of the elven girls stood up quickly, and darted out, starting to run after him, followed by the mage.The group of elves spread out, going in every direction that he could have taken. Each elf took a possible direction, and ran fast, easily through the woods, looking everywhere. Some of the elves had their crude wooden bow ready with an arrow, a weapon that would surely hurt, but was more meant for boars and wolves than humans, some had no weapon at all.Kara was right on their tail, also running and scanning the bushes and trees. The crafty vagabond races and darts through the wooded terrain, lightly bounding over logs. Catching sight of a hollowed large dwelling under a tree's roots system he darts and slides within, grabbing an armfull of leaves and branches to cover himself as he lies in wait, listening intently. He had to be careful... he had to be silent.His heart races as he waits with that frightened on edge patience as he prays they overlook his hiding place like hunting dogs leaping over the hiding log of their prey. Soon an elf with a bow sprints past, but misses him. But then, another elf comes by, one with no weapon, and almost passes him, but then stops, and looks around. She heard something with her keen elven ears. She looks at the ground, and sees his hand through the leaves. She then yells something in elvish, and points down at the man.Quickly, the other elves stop, and start heading towards the yell. Renard blinks in surprise as the female finds him, ratting out his location. He hunkers back into as small a ball as possible in his hiding spot, and his instincts in, growling low in his chest and baring his teeth. Seen fully like this, they bear the subtle sharpness perfect for a predator. These aren't the usual habits and reactions of a human.However, he is rather easily dragged out by the number of women after a great deal of awkward stuggling on both their parts.As he's pulled out, he squirms and wriggles, attempting to writhe free. The group of elves surround him, and look at him angrily, pointing accusatory fingers and wooden bows at him. Soon, the man was rudely grabbed from behind, as Kara got there. She looked at him with fire in her eyes. "I'm very disappointed in you. I was offering you a pretty decent life with that group of females. But now I see I will have to increase the pain."With that, while still holding him by the neck, she brought her other hand to his back and give him a strong punch. The other elves smiled as their leader was punishing the arrogant human. While Kara brought him back, holding him by the next the whole way, the elves started poking him again, this time more harshly, with the fear in their eyes replaced with disdain. Glancing up to Kara, the captured prey pauses in his struggles, tensing as he feels himself caught by the scruff of the neck... and instinctively he falls still. A yelp of pain and surprise escapes the man as he is delivered a punch to his back, shooting a mind numbing nerve stabbing fire as his kidneys complain bitterly and an amusing almost animalike whined whimper escapes him from the agony.He doesn't even realize he's being manhandled back to the village until he's almost there. However, his struggles are ceased as he endures the rough poking and prodding as he's hauled back in such indignity, certainly the tribe has lost their fear or trepidation of him. As soon as they are back to the village, some of the elves go and get some rope, then come back and bind his hands behind his back, and his feet together. Kara lets go of his neck and comments "I guess you'll have to use only your mouth for this." then grins.She stands back, and the same elf as before leans in front of him. This time, she seems more eager than ever, as someone waiting for her prize. She brings whats left of his pants down completely and rudely grabs onto his cock, before rubbing it and touching it in all manners, clearly in an inexperienced way, but she quickly finds a good up and down motion, and looks at him happily as she does. As he's bound and pressed to the ground, the vagabond silently wonders if he shouldn't have done THAT while he was hiding...but...no... he didn't want to wind up getting shot and turned into a snack.He winces as his pants are yanked down ingloriously to his bound ankles and Renard squirms slightly. The snow white hair surrounding his sex is surprisingly soft... in fact, rather than the coarse hair humans tend to have on their bodies, his is a softness almost light fur, especially around his uncut length. A yelp of surprise and alarm escapes him as that lovely elven lass snakes her hand down to grab him so briskly, and he holds his breath, sky blue eyes wide and staring to the woman who had him by his tenderest bits, and he silently prays she doesn't get too rough with it.However, as she begins to poke and toy that limp piece of flesh, he finds the innocent curious exploration to be sending such delicious fire sizzling through him... especially as she begins to rub him. His length twitches and begins to flush with life, hardening and growing in the lass's hands like some magical little critter ,and soon she has him writhing and moaning as she begins to stroke him JUST the right way... the first dribbling of fluid escaping to trickle free down the throbbing turgid length. Kara notices the unusual characteristics of some of this man's features, but dismisses it. She has done it with many humans, but she is still an elf and not an expert in how every human looks like. Looking at the man's boner, she giggles, then says something in elvish to the young girl.She pauses her movements while she looks at Kara, then timidly turns around, removes her bottom loin cloth, and sits on his cock. At first, she winces as the tip of his cock gets into her pussy, and retorts something in elvish. But Kara comes up to them, and grabs the elven girl by the shoulders, before gently pushing her down on the man's erect penis. The young girl lets out a small yell as his cock inserts her very tight pussy, and bites her lower lips.Kara brings her up again, and then back down, and keeps going like that, until the young girl picks up on the movements by herself, and starts moaning softly with every insertion, getting aroused by the sensations it sent in her body. Kara stood back and crossed her arms, looking at them and smiling. The pale haired captive groans as he rolls his hips into those stroking hands, tossing his head as low moans begin to escape him... and then... oh, it stops. Groaning, he looks up to the pair chatting away above him, and curiosity and frustration gnaw at him like a dog on a bone. What are they saying?!However, as the loincloth is removed to reveal the fair creature's sex, he draws in a sharp breath as he watches with a captive fascination and trembling anticipation as she lowers herself to him. Was she just going to tease him? However, as that wet tight warmth engulfs him, those blue eyes roll back as a shudder of pleasure trembles through his bound form. "Uhn...oh...oh gods... you cannot be...serious..." He begins to buck and rock his hips as best as he can trussed up as his caution is burned away by the bittersweet fire of lust as she begins to ride him.Soft low moaned sounds escape him as he jerks his hips to meet her bobbing sex, and he begins to lose himself into the sinful rocking friction with the elf, the sounds of wet sliding flesh and slapping skin accenting the breathy gasps and carnal sounds. As the young elf keeps going up and down, she quickly gains assurance and self confidence. She starts going faster, moaning, and soon grabs her small breasts through her leather top, caressing them. She was obviously getting aroused, even faster than he was.The other elves kept looking, very interested. Soon, he could see a few of them start rubbing their pussies or breasts, mostly instinctively. Kara kept smiling, her arms crossed, enjoying the show.It was clear that this tribe did not get such an entertainment very often, and Kara brought him in to offer them pleasure. It was not obvious yet how much pleasure, and if every elf was expected to do him, it could be a long night indeed. The male moans, melting into sensual need as he rolls his hips to move with the not as innocent elf mountain upon him. He stares, hungrily devouring the sight of how her hands were groping her chest. Her enthusiastic grinding on him was making the vagabond lose his control as she rode him with a hungry friction.Rolling his head aside with overwhelming pleasure, he allows his eyes to trail over the women who were beginning to toy themselves with such illicit curiosity as they watched and the sight dove down with lusty fire to settle into his hanging sacs that were getting heavier by the moment. Oh... something told his this wasn't merely going to be the lovely lass riding him like a pack animal. Oh no... they were going to be swarming in on him soon. "Oh gods..." he moans helplessly, gasping as he jerks with a more desperate need of friction, bouncing the woman on his groin like a feisty wild horse. The elf moaned and let out soft sounds every time she brought herself down on his cock. She was gentle and timid still, and she turned her head, looking at him with half opened eyes, already weakened by the overwhelming sensations. Indeed, the whole village seemed like a group of horny young girls, all of them now rubbing themselves, their breasts, pussies or their whole bodies, with pieces of clothes dropping left and right, as they rubbed them off of their bodies. Some were already too aroused to even stand and had just let themselves dropped to the ground.All the elf girls were young, with thin and frail looking bodies, and smallish breasts. Their skin were all tanned from living in the outdoors, and very smooth, typical of wood elves. They all looked at the man with lust in their eyes, wanting him to satisfy their needs.Then, one of the elves picked up a wooden stick from the ground, and started inserted it in her pussy, then screamed as the stick went in, but kept doing it because it felt so good. Soon, other elves had picked up some sticks and wooden pieces. But one elf apparently wanted the real thing, and jumped on the man's chest, removing the last pieces of clothing from him, and started to rub his chest madly, like a wild animal.Kara stood back and giggled, apparently also turned on, as she inserted her hand in her panties and started caressing herself. It was a wild scene of needy debauchery, and the overwhelming scent of so much arousal around him was making lingering stable thought melt beneath a desperate NEED. Growling and bucking, the young man ruts frantically into the beautiful woman riding him. Lips parted and panting heavily, he ignores the pain in his shoulders as he feels the urge rising in him... getting so much closer...And as that weight settles on his chest, followed by such desperate primal rubbing against him, he cries out as he gives one last harsh buck into that sweet heat engulfing his length to release with a quavered moan, his eyes closed as he rides this wild bliss with sinful quavers and twitches beneath the woman on his chest.After all of this, his shoulders are going to hurt like hell. For now, though, his body is delighting in every sinful moment. The girl on his cock soon climaxes as well, and screams as fluids invades her body, then drips down on his cock and her legs. She breaths heavily and tears of joy come from her eyes. The one caressing his chest soon pushes her off, and impales herself with his cock, without any concern that he just came.The other elves aren't done yet, however, and some of them still painfully insert various wooden objects in them. Others have started picking up leaves from a nearby plant, and rub themselves with them. The leaves are rugged, and provide a very strong sensation. They are also toxic however, giving hallucinations and making one lose control of their senses, going all the way to forgetting who they are or where they are. But the elves are so turned on they don't care, and start rubbing their pussies madly with the leaves.Soon, many of the elves fall to the ground, unable to stand, unable to even speak, doing nothing but rubbing themselves with the leaves. Even Kara removed her armor and started rubbing herself with the leaves, and soon is the last elf to be standing, visibly weak on her legs. The whole scene is reminiscent of an orgy at its late stage. The pale haired man basks in the glory of the bliss of release. Everything around him was the sights, sounds, and feel of carnal plentitude, overwhelming the man to remain laying, awkwardly bound and used. However, as the woman shoves the other elf off of him and takes him demandingly, he groans and opens his eyes to peer up to the woman, his tender length having softened from it's victory, and it evokes yelps from him as she tries to force herself upon his spent length.It'll be an amusing awkward moment when she realizes that he's not as firm as he was and is going to require a little help getting him exactly as she wants him. He whimpers softly, almost pitifully from the rough treatment, however, a soft moan escapes him as the scent of the women reaches a higher peak. Lolling his head, he absently gazes over the surreal illicit scene until his gaze alights to the sorceress who'd taken him hostage.The leaves, he would have to think later... were an odd sight to see. The elf on his cock was obviously intent on getting the same treatment the previous girl got. She told him something in Elvish, and rode him up and down, placing her hands on his hips for support, breathing heavily.Several of the elves who used sticks also came, but now had to tend to their overstimulated, hurting bodies. As for the elves using leaves, they were all on the ground, barely conscious, going purely by instinct. Not a single elf had a piece of clothing left on them.As for Kara, she looked at him with small eyes, rubbing herself with a leaf, moaning softly. Gasping, the pale haired man arches and moans, writhing as the rough elf rubs his sensitive sex, the length blooming back to life, and soon he is making low growled sounds of lusty need as he jerks his hips to buck up into the moist heat brutally with the sounds of slick friction and the slap of bodies.Those feverishly bright azure eyes stare to Kara... hypnotised by the sinful motions of her hand over her womanhood and he pants with his lips parted, his tongue hanging almost amusingly out of the corner of his mouth as he gives whimpered sounds of need... want.He could smell them...could smell her. So strong, he could almost taste it, and amusingly a thin trail of saliva escapes out by his tongue like some dog tormented by a treat oh so close. Suddenly, Kara stood up, letting the leaf drop to the grass, and walked to him, stumbling forward several times, like a drunken girl. As she reached him, she grabbed the elf on him to steady herself, then tried to push her off.While Kara was significantly stronger, the state she was in, as well as the fact that the young elf was so close to climax, made it very hard for her to succeed. The elf pushed back, sending Kara to the floor, and spat at her in Elvish. Kara came back however and managed to free his cock, before slowly positioning herself on it. Had he been more sober and not drunk off the scent of lust surrounding him, the snowy pale haired man would have found the pair of elven women fighting over him terribly amusing. However, as the other woman is shoved off his length... only for the sorceress to enthrone herself, he moans hotly, eyes closed as he rocks up into that new tight heat.By the gods, her sex burned with a sinful tingling heat that made his dangling sacs throb and ache, bittersweet dizziness overwhelming him as he begins to buck and rock his hips, each stroke rubbing him in her sex slick with her juices and the essence of that leaf.Something was close to him... he could smell it yes...yes!Raising his head, he flicks his tongue out, barely managing to graze the rosy button of the other woman sprawled over him, and he makes an amusing bark of a sound before growling and whining, snaking his tongue out to try to capture more of the taste of the woman's sex, that deft eager tongue snaking for her carnal taste. Kara moaned every time she went down, eyes closed, completely lost in a mix of her coming orgasm, and the effects of the leaf on her body. She was visibly shaking, and her fit, ripped body was displayed prominently in front of him.Many of the other elves had now satisfied themselves, now moaning softly or passed out on the ground, all naked and weaken by more excitement they had been under than in a long time. The thief begins making incoherent sounds, or rather... more like sounds between man and animal as he pumped into the sorceress with desperate jerks and violent thrusts, not even trying to hold himself back as he pistons into that devilish heat until with a yowled sound against the other woman's sex he'd been lapping at desperately.With a final jerk, he plunges deep to the hilt to explode his seed in that tight cavern, filling it to overflowing with slick liquid heat that escapes to dribble down their thighs.Slumping back, he pants as those blue eyes roll back into a delightfully dazed look, slowly rolling his hips with each shuddering spurting wave of release until he simply slumps back to hungrily draw desperate breaths of air. Kara screamed as pain and pleasure mixed inside of her, but was barely conscious of her own movements, as she finally reached climax. Her fluids added to his, and dripped out on her pussy, then her legs.Breathing heavily, she suddenly fell forward off of him, landing on the grass, her whole body still shaking, her eyes starring into nothingness. With the last of the quavers that wrack his body, the man moans as he falls slack, bleary blue eyes closing as he lolls his head, soaking the moment in such unspeakable bliss. And soon that bliss turns to a peaceful slumber as unconsciousness overtakes him.Unfortunately, he remains knocked out cold for a good few hours, making easy handling for his new owners.When sense comes to him, it's with a low moan of sluggish rousing, his eyes blearily blinking open slowly. He hurt...luckily, he was out long enough for the pain in his shoulders and back to ease... but oh, his dormant member and his balls were still terribly tender after that ordeal. When the man came back to his senses, the elves were still spread around the small camp. The ones who had used leaves were either sleeping on the ground, or sitting in a daze, as if half awake. The other elves were tending to them, now being fully aware. They slowly caressed their sisters, or brought them mugs of water, making sure they didn't choke or get attacked by small mammals.Kara was still exactly as she was hours earlier, naked, laying face first in the grass, with her rear up, her ass facing the man, spread wide with dried cum all along her legs. She was either sleeping or passed out.As one of the elves noticed he had woken up, she said something in Elvish, and came to him, pointing a sharp wooden stick, looking angrily at his face. Blearily rousing, he pushes himself to sit up, amber eyes glancing about to the scenery of the aftereffect of chaotic debauchery. His mind couldn't wrap around it was... unbelievable. However, as a pair of the elves approach him, looking quite angry and bearing dangerous pointed sticks, he sits up straight, warily widening his eyes in surprise."Wait.. .wait... why are you upset with ME? I didn't have a choice in what happened, remember?" The elf seemed to calm down and let her stick drop to the ground. She then continued in his language, as best she could. "We're not used to men. You men, devious! You bad for us! Look what it does to us! Elves who can't have your seeds used poison leaves. They sleep for hours now. Kara never should bring you here."With that, she kicked Kara to the side, and her still passed out body landed on his legs, with her exposed ass just inches away from reach of his cock. The elf turned around and went back to the others. The man blinks, staring as his jaw drops slightly.They were blaming HIM for causing problems?!"Wait just one moment! If you recall, I tried to leave you all in peace, but someone insisted on hunting after me!"However, all he gets in return is the weight of the woman responsible on his legs. Struggling a moment, he simply sighs then eyes the sorceress. Gritting his teeth he jerks his knees, tying to wake her up. "Come on you black hearted raping wench, wake up!!!" As he did that however, Kara seemed passed out and did not reply. The rest of the elves still awake keep looking over the ones who weren't, not paying much attention to the tied man, other than send him cold eyes from time to time. The captive begins to struggle and squirm, shimmying out from under the dead comatose weight of sorceress. Now is his perfect time! Wriggling and squirming with the delightful play of taut muscles under the pale flesh, he arches and pulls his knees close to his chest to attempt to work his bound wrists before him.It boggled his mind. They were voraciously after him... amused, entertained by him... there was that mind blowing orgy that encompassed the whole camp... and now, they're giving him the evil eye as if he'd done some horrid act.WHY they were upset, though, was beyond him. As time passed, more of the elves woke up, or at least seemed more alert, and the elves already awake brought them some food and water. Some of them looked really hang over, while others just seemed slightly depressed. It seemed for the poor elves, going all out and partying like they did was not in their nature, in fact it drained them a lot.One of the elf eventually came up to him with a mug of water, and offered him some drink, bringing the mug near his mouth. She seemed less apprehensive of her, and indeed he could see that this was the first elf that rode his cock the previous evening. Having worked his hands before him, the pale haired man groans low as he continues to lie on the ground. His elbows and legs were beginning to cramp from the tight bindings, and now and then he'd flex them. However, he looks up as a mug of water is offered. Rising up to his knees, he eagerly drinks from the vessel offered to his lips.Once he'd drunk his fill, he absently licks his lips, gazing up to the elf who'd shown him such kindness. "Thank you." He then sits back, sighing softly. "If you all are not going to let me go, and you're not too happy with me, what will you do with me?" The elf looked at him for a moment. "Oh, don't mind the others. I don't think they are angry. They are just not used to having a human here, and getting such... strong feelings. You... uhm.. you were wonderful last night."With that, she timidly went back to tend to some of the other elves. At this point, Kara started to move slowly, grumbling something, as if starting to wake up. A rueful grateful smile is shared to the kindly elf before he smirks wryly. "Not like I had much of a choice, did I. You might want to take some elderoot tea... I...ah.... don't think you'll want to be stuck with a pu...er...child...or...something..."The pale toned male simply stares down to Kara before he remarks with a generous helping of irony in his tone. "Oh, good morning, Sorceress. SO good of you to join us. Now you've debauched me raw, will you let me go?" The strong mage seemed a lot less impressive now, on the ground, with her ass in the air, trying desperately to keep from falling on her side. She brought a hand to her head, and looked at the man with half opened eyes, like someone with a big hangover. Still dazed, she asked in a quiet voice "Wh..where are we?"The other elves kept tending to their businesses, and to the elves that were worse off. "In your village. Bare as a pack of nymphs." The man's eye twitches.Ooooh, he was SO very tempted for payback, consequences be damned. Watching that pleasantly formed posterior teasing him, the captive bears a crafty grin. Leaning forward, he leans close and trails his tongue along her crevice, teasing over her vulnerable womanly lips. She was still out of it... he might be able to get himself free.Using the carnal motion and bending over to lap and suckle with wet sinful sounds, the man discretely works on the knots, now less likely to notice that underneath him as he works on building the woman to a frenzy... and then denying her.By the time he feels the loosening of the bonds, his head is spinning, the leftover juices of the leaf racing through his body from his mouth, and he jerks suddenly, violently as he feels his control slipping. Forgetting to finish loosening his binds about his wrist, the man laps and devours hungrily before suddenly gasping, twitching as his body convulses violently.Suddenly, his form begins to shift... growing and expanding, silvery white fur sprouting all over his body as the thief begins to take on the form somewhere between a fox and a man and thickly endowed with deadly muscles... and thick hardware to brag about between his thighs. He whimpers as he shakes his head."No.... no no nooo!" He yelps as he struggles with his wrists and ankles, both painfully bound tight. As he started to lick her, her body started shaking as she became turned on, still dizzy and confused. She just stayed there and allowed him to continue, moaning softly. Kara closed her eyes and imagined herself being pleasured by a strong, magnificent elven male. She whispered "Oh yes..." not even realizing what was happening to her.But once he started to change, suddenly he jerked around which made her open her eyes and look back, realizing who he was. She tried to stand up, but promptly fell down to the ground. The commotion however brought the attention of the other elves, and seeing him change into some type of monsters, they all picked up their weapons and encircled him, surprised and confused at what was happening to him. As the other women close in, the beast hunkers back, ears low as he glances from one armed woman to the next, and... oh hell, an irate sorceress simply didn't make anything better. Drawing his bound wrists and ankles close, he simply moves to roll to his back, shifting furtive glances about, hoping they were buying it.Perfectly harmless... see?He even throws in a soft whine with low ears and large blue eyes gazing pitifully to the women closing in with weapons raised.Gods, he hoped they didn't decide to cook him. While the beast may not be acting in an hostile way, the simple fact that a man had just shape shifted into a creature meant the girls were highly suspicious of him. They circled him and stayed close, ready to attack if he made any move.One of the girl picked up Kara and shook her head, trying to get her to come around. The mage slowly regained her sense, and sat up in the grass. Then, she looked up at him and said "What the..." The arctic fox huddles his bound hands close to his chest as he stares to countless spears and arrows, holding his breath a moment before attempting a disarming laugh. "Now now... I'm not dangerous....I'm still me just... ah... a little more... er... fuzzy." The elegant ears twitch slightly at Kara's words.He laughs slightly. "Ah, look.... would you be so kind as to call off your village from their war path?" He gives a sleight whine, those vulpine ears going back as one of those sharp spear points edges close and pokes him, but all it does is nudge the soft fur covered body, no roaring surprises. Kara slowly stood up, partly because she was still dizzy, and also from the shock at seeing this strange creature, and looked at him intensely. "What are you? Some kind of shape shifter? I thought those were extinct."She wasn't happy to not have detected that this man was no ordinary human. Plus, her headache didn't make it any easier to concentrate, so she had no intention of making it easy for the strange creature.She came up close to him, only now realizing she was still naked, but not really caring much. The bound shifter wriggles slightly, uncomfortably, however, he gazes up to the woman standing dominatingly over him, breathing soft grunt as he absently wriggles the sharp nailed fingers of his bound hands to try to keep his circulation flowing. "Not entirely extinct... no. And I'm a fox, to be precise. Not all of us are violent bloodthirsty lunatics." He hesitates then offers his best grin, though, showing a great deal of sharp teeth. "I'm just a little crazy, that's all." Kara kept looking at him suspiciously, but also with curious eyes. She came closer to him, and brought a hand to his chest, slowly rubbing against it, seeing if it felt real. The other elves looked at her as if she was crazy for even going close to this beast.One of the elf said something to her in Elvish, making a sign with her hand that couldn't be interpreted otherwise than she wanted him killed. But Kara replied "No. He doesn't seem dangerous. Beside, you know I can still light that fur on fire if you move, don't you?" The pale elegant creature holds his breath, blue eyes widening slightly as she reaches down, he groans softly in relief as she touches the soft fur over the hard strong muscle, sinfully warm to her touch. With the rubbing, he closes his eyes and relaxes with a low sound of enjoyment.He blinks, however, those ears quirking as he simply grunts, settling to keep lying for the long run, his bound hands resting on his belly to not get in the way of that delightfully rubbing hand. "I remember that magic of yours. I do not wish to be burned." Kara noticed his apparent discomfort and ordered one of the elves to unbind him. After hesitating, the elf came up to him and timidly removed the bindings. Kara looked down at him and crossed her arms. "Good. Be sure to remember that then. You try anything and I won't hesitate you destroy you. Now, why don't you tell me what your species is and where you come from?"Kara was always looking for the edge, and information that could be useful to increase her own power. Finding one of the last of an entire species was certainly making her curious. She wondered if he came from some vast city which may still hold treasures and artifacts. Those bold cerulean eyes stare up to the woman who holds his survival in her hands. He exhales a sigh of relief as she orders his release. Reaching up to rub his wrists, he sits up to rub out his rather inhuman looking feel and ankles, wriggling his vulpine toes with a sigh of pleasure and release."Well... to put it simply... I am a fox. My mother was a prostitute who turned up with a pup instead of a baby. She was surprised, needless to say, but it didn't stop her from selling me to a traveling carnival and freakshow. I escaped when I was about twelve summers." He explains, watching as her look of eager expectation turn to something a little... less... eager.Yes, no glory, no packs or tribes.Not even a certainty of what exactly he is.Sighing, he stretches and folds his arms as he lays his head on them, lying with a languid gloriously powerful poise with that full fluffy furred tail lashing slowly behind his pale legs."If you let me go, I can promise to tell no one of what I've found here. I doubt any of you would want to play with an animal like me." Chuckling low in amusement, he cannot believe how well this turned out. The shape shifter may have been untied, but Kara was not about to just let him go based on this simple explanation. She doubted very much that he was just a freak of nature, with no back story. She sensed that he was hiding something, although she couldn't tell what. Either way, it would be safer to keep him close by."No, I'm afraid I can't let you go just yet. There's still much we don't know about you, and who knows what would happen if we release you into the wild. Plus, I think it's kind of hot that I fucked the last of a species. I didn't think I was into foxes but... apparently I am!" she chuckled.With that, she signaled the elves to go back to their tasks, and they slowly started going about their business again. Kara stood in front of him and crossed her arms. "Well now, what should I do with you..." Raising his head, his ears perk to the sorceress's words and he breathes a soft sigh as she refuses to let him loose. His ears droop with a wry look at her amusement at having slept with him. "Yes, well, you know... you should be careful." He chuckles low. "Wouldn't want you having any pups, now would we."Of course, it may be best that he doesn't give her any ideas... he might find his prized pair under lock and key. However, he simply continues to lay on the ground, lazily dropping his eyes to follow a large ant scurrying across the ground searching here and there for an unknown treasure. His tail lashes in a wag of amusement, however, giving amusing intermittent glimpses of his twitching ruby red rosebud and proud heavy pouch."You could apologize for kidnapping, tying up, and molesting me." The fox replies lightly with a note of amusement. He pauses, then looks up with a snort. "Really, I felt like a trussed up animal ready to go on the cooking fire." Kara chuckled, taking a similar tone. "Is that what I did? Poor little naked me captured a great fox like you? Admit it, you were delighted to have someone on your cock yesterday. In fact, I bet you were amused when most of us couldn't contain our own bodies and were driven crazy by using those plants. Actually I'm surprised you didn't try to overpower us, I was out like a stone, and with just a handful of frail elves still conscious, you could have made us all yours. Oh well, missed that chance I guess."She smiled at him, a devious, insincere smile. "Now, as to what we'll do with you... uhm... maybe a rug with your fur?" she paused, seeing if he thought she was serious. "Na, I think I'm going to keep you around for sex. Although I think most of us would prefer you under your human form. You can go back to that, can't you?" "Oh, I enjoyed it about as much as a horse getting studded out. There is a point where rational thinking gets overwhelmed and instincts take over. Mine are just a little more... animal.. than others." He, however shakes his head. "I could not take advantage of you in such a way. I might not have much, but there's a tiny bit of chivalry in me. Besides..."He grunts, stretching. "...your village is angry enough at me as it is."However, he snaps up alarmed blue eyes at the mention of a fur rug, and a shudder slithers through him. One of the things at that crazy carnival... he'd had his pelt sold off to a client. The skinning process, though leaving him alive and he obvioualy recovered...was terribly brutal. He exhales a soft sigh before he eases. Rolling his eyes up to look to the elf. "I can... but that leaf made me change. I think ingesting it triggered my change. I won't be able to shift again for a few hours, though." He chuckles. "I suppose that means I am safe?" Kara smiled "...for a few hours. Then, who knows which of my horny sisters will jump on you." This time leaving it to him to figure out if she was joking or not.She walked back to the elves and started talking to them in Elvish, leaving him to his thoughts. The sun was now high in the sky and could be seen above the trees. Kara thought about what the shape shifter had said about the plants triggering his change. It was very interesting information for sure.Then, she came back to him and said "I'm going to town for the afternoon. You stay calm here if you don't want the whole tribe after you, and then me when I get back." After which she left. The fox watches the women intently as they discuss, and he considers the ominous portent. Glancing up, he observes as Kara approaches once more and he looks up expectantly. At the mention of her going out into town, he lashes his tail, one of the vulpine ears quirking.Then he bears a wicked toothy grin.When she returns, there will be a huge silvery white fox the size of large dog contentedly napping in the center of town, and doubtlessly much frustrated fussing and pointing of fingers from the females at him for ruining their plans for fun by taking such fluffy animal form. He raises his head, then pants softly, tongue lolling out and looking quite smug with his little trick in outwitting the sorceress.This should, at least, buy him a few more hours.However, he should have considered if running would have made her mad, this will make things worse. Kara walks off, and heads back towards Freeport. She has an idea in mind, and a contact to talk to. It takes only an hour or so of fast pace walking, and soon she gets to the gates, after which she heads to a building she knows.Inside, a merchant greets her with a smile. "Kara! My old friend!" Kara replied with a smile as well. "Hello Geoffrey, how are you today?" After a casual discussion, she starts to inquire on the subject she made the trip for. "I know you are well versed in exotic animals and strange species. I met a man who can turn himself into a fox, what can you tell me about that?"The two keep talking, and the man gives her a scroll, which she reads with great interest, and then smiles before giving it back to him. She walks off, and starts heading back towards the forest.Meanwhile inside of camp, the elves mostly left the fox alone, just making sure he wasn't trying to escape. Otherwise, they went on their usually business. Two of them left to hunt for the daily meal, others tended to one of the wooden huts, and some were repairing some leather clothing. The usual. Unbeknownst of the trouble that is brewing and thinking the sorceress is out to nab some other poor fool, the fox curls contentedly by the fire, looking quite adorable and content napping as a ball of fluff. A VERY large ball of fluff.He makes no attempt to bolt, nor does he try to interfere with the women.However, when he catches scent of something cooking, he skulks forward with hunger gnawing in his stomach to try to nab a morsel, attempting to sneak in and snag a bit of something to eat and run if he has to from the cook if a chase presents itself, however, he does not dare cross the boundaries of the village. As he attempted to get some food, the elves gave him an angry look, but did not prevent him from eating. They were not cruel monsters, after all, and would not starve him to death.After only a few hours, Kara came back to the camp, and smiled at the fur ball. She kicked him gently to the side. "Hey, guess what, I met with someone who knows shape shifters like you. And he thought me a very interesting spell. It allows me to force you back into your human form any time I want. Let's see if this works on you."With that, she pointed a hand towards him and started reciting the incantation. As she finished, yellow rays of magic headed to the fox, engulfing him. She watched carefully to see if the spell had worked. Gnawing on the meat happily, the fox devours his meal with that large full tail lashing behind him, and he's gnawing playfully at the bone with sharp teeth. However, he yips in surprise at the kick and raises his alert gaze to the woman. Those large ears perk as he listens, however, as she begins chanting, he yelps and makes a run for it......only to go tumbling over, moaning in agony as the spell grips his body, forcing it to shift painfully... though back to his hybrid form. Laying on the ground and panting, he whimpers as he curls into a ball, rubbing his arms and legs to try to get the soreness out."Ow, you bloody witch! I cannot shift too many times, too soon... and I have to go to this form to go to either human or fox!" He hisses with a wince, ears back as he then reaches out to pick up the bone to gnaw his frustrations on."...don...go...messn'...wib...thins...you....shoudn'...." Kara looked at him, seeing he was in pain, but not caring all that much. After all she went through to get this, she wanted her answers. Seeing he wasn't completely turned, she casted the spell spell yet again, and more yellow magical waves went towards him.She crossed her arms and said firmly "You're mine now, you better start accepting that. And you will remain in your human form, or I will cast this again and you will have to endure this pain yet again."The elves watched in amazement at what was happening. The howl of torment as the spell is cast again echoes in the forest and the Village as his body is jerked painfully into the transformation to shift back... nowhere near as graceful as his prior changes.He slumps panting and whimpering on the ground... trembling. It wasn't... a complete success. His ears remain the large sensitive fox type and his tail hadn't been lost. His fingers and toes sport sharp nails as he twitches and moans, drooling just a little where he lays amidst the shed fur, panting hard and simply staring to the feet of the woman who apparently owned him lock stock and barrel.He so badly wanted to curl up in misery, but he could barely move a muscle. Kara looked at him, somewhat disgusted at how weak he was, and what a freakish look he had taken. She hadn't considered that the spell could only work partly, but apparently it did. She went back to the other elves and motioned for them to get back to work.She left the captive down on the ground, giving him some time to recuperate. She surely would have more questions for him when he could talk coherently again. Much later, as night settles in, the pale haired man finally manages to uncurl himself... laying listlessly on the ground as he stares to the fire.He warned the woman...he did!!! Did she listen to him? No... not one bit.She was going to throw a fit come the next full moon. The man sighs and pushes himself to sit up, absently scratching the back of his ear. Huh... so it messed up. It could have messed up a LOT worse, this he instinctively knew. Raising his eyes to the sorceress, his drooped ears reveal how unhappy he was with the situation."You could have killed me doing something so reckless, you third rate magic wielder!" He moans and reaches down to scratch the base of his spine where the white tail was attached. "There is a reason why I have to wait a few hours between shifts." He grimaces and dainty sharp teeth can be seen. Kara looked back at him, and felt a bit bad. She didn't really think it could mess him up that bad. But she said nothing, unwilling to admit she had made a mistake. She stayed silent and hoped that he would recover, altho her first motivation was still to extract both pleasure and information from him.Having a single captive that could be used as playtoy, both for sex and for fun, depending on its form, could prove useful. Plus, she wasn't buying the story of random genetic abnormality. He came from somewhere, and if there was a way to find out from where, she would find it.She turned away from him again and went back to her business, helping the elves with repairing one of the huts. Turning his back in irritation to the woman, the pale male settles down once more and lays down, sinking into a deep exhausted slumber, however, soon he's huddled up... left to sleep outside without a scrap of clothing... or even being able to take one of his furrier forms better suited to the cold.The truth of the matter is... he came from somewhere, indeed. However, he hadn't seen another of his kind, and... true... he is the end result of a tryst between another of his kind and a prostitute without hint, warning or otherwise.As far as he knows, he is an oddity, and was content to accept it at that.Sighing, he wakes and coaxes himself to get up, moving over to lay by the remains of the fire, wanting for heat to chill his bared flesh. He seems to glow in the moonlight, all pale hair and the smooth skin over tight limber muscle. As night set in, Kara let the shape shifter get some rest. The other elves also started to go to sleep. Only one elf remained standing, taking care of the fire and also keeping watch. Kara then slowly got up, and went to the plants that had toxic leaves. She wanted to experiment.She brought back some leaves and sat down in front of the sleeping man, watching him with a devious smile. Then, she unconsciously started to bring one of the leaves down, and slid it under her bottom armor, rubbing it against her pussy. In no time, she started getting turned on, and just as she was about to lose it, she caught herself just in time and removed her shaking hand. Sensing she was already dizzy, under the toxin influence, she cursed at how strong the plant's effects were, and how irresistible its leaves were.She approached the man, and rubbed his cock and balls with the leaves, for several moments, making sure the toxin went fully inside of him. Then, she stood back and watched. She suspected that this would give him an irresistible urge to have sex with someone, anyone, and the lone elf sentry would be a good target. The young man remains silent, sleeping deeply and unaware of the sorceress toying with herself with the unusual foliage. His nose twitches slightly, and he grunts slightly, however, he remains still.As those coarse leaves are rubbed over his length, he arches with a low moan, gasping as those weighty sacs fill out more heavily and his length tingles and throbs, growing to a full weeping hardness.Having been roused through burning arousal, he makes low mewling noises as he writhes, coming to and pants heavily. The man's body twitches, soft gasps escaping him as he jerks his hips slightly. He NEEDED. So badly it hurt. Staggering to his feet, the trembling male shifts a hungry glance about with a low growl as he feels the weight of his engorged sacs dangling between pale thighs and he searches for...SOMETHING, something to ease this need.Prowling up to the woman tending the fire, he leaps with a soft snarl, those sharp nailed hands grasping her body to shove her against the ground grinding into her from behind and savouring such sweet friction against her sex only barely veiled by the soft leather. Sharp strong hands scrabble at her chest, tearing her top with a brutal force as he grasps her plump fleshy breasts with a kneading mindless motion in sync with the rocking of his hips, grinding the rosy head of his sex against her.Slowly, he meanders one of the sharp nailed hands down to trace over thin barrier of leather guarding her swollen lips. Rubbing the sharp point over the tender spot over and over until he feels the slickness of her moisture, he curves his finger to pierce the veil of material... cutting a slow revealing hole to bare her entrance for him to plunder. Kara looked, smiling at the spectacle. The young elf however, was caught completely by surprise. She let out a quiet "yipp!!" when he jumped on her, but then as she fell face first on the ground, with the man aiming at her sex, she stayed silent, unsure what was happening, both scared and curious. The girl had to wince as he rudely manhandled her, but bit her lip in order not to scream in pain.Her brain screamed at her to give the alarm, but her body was getting turned on, and so she stayed silent. Then, as his cock started to touch her body, nearing her hole, the toxin that had been rubbed on him was transmitted to the elf, and started to affect her. Her conscious mind started to diminish, slipping away, being replaced with pure, wild emotions.She moaned softly, and grabbed the grass on the ground with both hands, letting him do whatever he wanted to her, in fact, hoping he would do whatever he wanted to her, she wanted nothing more than become his, to be fucked as hard as he could. Her mind wondered away as pure pleasure overwhelmed her. The instinctively driven young man guides his weeping length to plunge into the moist depths. A low ragged sound of raw pleasure escapes Renard as he rocks his hips to press himself in deeper. Those fox ears fall low and back as he bears a look of sexy rapture as he pistons his hips, rocking in to rut hard with slick slurps of his length in her moist heat, his hefty sacs swinging with each beastly thrust.As the friction excites that mind numbing power of the leaf tingling over his length, he moans and brutally kneads those fleshy orbs as he plunders her depths. The elf kept moaning, and as he pushed deeper inside her, the girl started emitting low, bestial sounds, also driven mostly by animal instinct, now that the toxin fully invaded her body. She let him pound her, and the mix of sensations rushed through her frail body, making her shake under the pressure, and breath heavily, as she became more and more aroused, close to climaxing. Her eyes were starring into nothingness, her body guided only by the sex drive.Kara kept watching, and quickly understood that the leaves effect was being transmitted. She brought a hand down and slid it under her panties, caressing her pussy. The ferocious nature of this man turned her on, and the way he was dominating the other elves was very hot for her. She started imagining him overpowering the whole tribe, fucking every elf around, driving them completely insane with his corrupted fluids, and then having him violate her, as the last line of defense before all of the elves became completely in his control, like mindless sex slaves who would think of nothing but pleasing him. Then, as her own body would start slipping from her control, she would defeat him in a glorious moment, saving the forest and all of her sisters.She moaned softly, loving to think about this unlikely outcome, wondering what he would do next... The thief ruts ruthlessly, desperately into the woman's body with gasped pants and a look of complete need and abandon. As the woman's body tightens around him, he jerks, thrusting a few more time into the hot tightness, however... it...it wasn't enough... he needed a little more...And so he drops the elf's pleasured spent body and crouches there, huddled and aching turgid length thick and swollen with an overwhelming need, gleaming with the juices of her passion. He reaches down, moaning as he paws at his aching full sacs hanging heavily below his pale thighs... but no sweet release could come from such a way. And so he casts his eyes around the camp in desperate search.As his eyes fall upon one of the huts more outskirting, he growls and prowls over like a white ghost, his eyes gleaming in the dim light as he seeks to find prey suitable for his maddening need within. As the elf was left on the ground, she stayed there, breathing heavily, barely conscious, unaware of what had even happened to her. All the other elves were still sleeping in their huts, and they all seemed like very juicy targets, sleeping nude or barely nude, unaware of what just happened. Each elf would make a perfect target for the shape shifter, and would end up the same way as the first one did, overwhelmed with pleasure, and left on the ground, unconscious, or at least having completely lost their senses.As the man went from elf to elf, Kara just kept watching, sitting in a corner of the camp, having removed her armor and now caressing herself madly with her hands, her body highly aroused at how strong and ferocious her little experiment had made him, at how he was owning every elf around. The lovely pale pet makes a carnal expedition, to claim one elf after the next in brutal animalistic claiming... having released thrice, but that plant so liberally worked onto him brought him back just as hard each time.Panting heavily, he makes his way back to the bonfire... catching his scent on the claimed females surrounding him. Laying down by the heat with his chest heaving from the exertion, perspiration gleaming on his alabaster flesh coated with carnal juices, he tries oh so desperately not to move.Oh, how his balls ached, and with a whimper, he reaches down to cup the tender parts that had grown heavier and more plump with the forced pleasure. Intending to nurse his aching bits, he moans as his act massages those leaf drugged parts and he has to drop his hand away swiftly with the tormentingly familiar rise in heat and hardness.More? Oh, how could he handle more? He releases a tormented yowl like a wounded animal, his ears back and sharp teeth visible as he pants desperate breaths to help protect him from the torment of another round. Oh, but it wouldn't take much to massage him back into ripeness again. Seeing the man lay down, hurt before he could complete the task she had lay for him, she decided she would now step in. She stood up, naked, somewhat weak on her legs from already being aroused, and walked over to him. She then grabbed his side, and forcefully turned him on his back. Then, she bent down and grabbed his exposed cock into her mouth, and started sucking on it. Immediately she sensed the toxin invade her body, but she kept going, arrogantly thinking she was stronger than the plant. She went up and down with her mouth, gently nursing his hurt member back to life.She looked up at his face and took a moment to taunt him. "Are you really that weak? A couple of elves and that's it? Won't you make me yours? Turn your captor into your servant?" Already she started to feel dizzy from the effects of the plant, but she was convinced she could stay in control throughout the encounter. As he's pushed to his back, an odd mingling of alarm and excitement overtakes the pale creature, and a low yowled moan escapes the shifter as he's worked once more into a throbbing stiffness. A bittersweet pleasurable torment graces his sharp foxlike features as he stares back to the sorceress who'd turned him into such a needy mess.Low whimpers escape him as a sinful quaver escapes his body, the gray mingled white pelted ears low and back as he takes a pitiful submissive posture before the woman hell bent on dominating him. "Mercy." He manages finally, whimpering low in his throat. "Please...I...could not help it..." Kara was surprised when she heard him speak. Already she was starting to get dizzy herself, but she had thought he was still well under the influence. Instead of answering him, she stood back up, almost falling over as she did, then went to take another set of leaves, stepping over one of the elves that he had conquered, still unconscious. She came back to him, and proceeded to rub his cock with it, then his testicles. She rubbed him even more than before, enough to send him back to his sex starve, bestial state.Then, she rubbed her pussy with it, and threw it away, before going back to caressing his cock. She wanted to command him, to order him to pleasure her, to fuck her, but couldn't. The toxin completely prevented her from speaking, made her vision blurry, and slowly made every movement she did feel like it wasn't her own. She was starting to operate purely on instincts, on basic emotions. Kara was completely giving into the effects, and had become a very vulnerable target for the shape shifter. As his captor skulks off, the thief groans, resting his head once more on the ground with a soft groan.Oh dear gods, he didn't know if he would have been able to survive much more. However, as she returns and he catches sight of that tell tale leaf, he scrabbles to try to get up and away. A futile effort.A whimper escapes him as he feels the rough abrasion of the leaf on his excitable tender parts, and it doesn't take long for it to take ahold again, and he's rounding on Kara with a snarl, attempting to pounce the woman roughly to the ground.Grabbing the leaf, he thrusts it against the wet lips of her sex, then, with a sharp fang baring snarl, he roughly shoves himself into her depths, forcing the erotically intoxicating leaf deep into her womanhood as he rocks violently and ruts with feral grunts, each thrust rubbing his turgid length and the leaf within her tender depths. Lowering his head, he suckles at one of the rosy perky nipples of her freed breasts... suckling and slathering with lathing licks of a sinful tongue. As the toxin appears to bring him back hard, Kara smiles. She still holds dearly to her self control, determined to beat the effect of the leaf, and submit him under her control. But then, as he takes the leaf and puts it against her pussy, she looks at him with a confused look. However, everything changes when he forcefully pushes the leaf deep inside her pussy. Suddenly, she loses control completely. The effect is immediate, and sends her into a highly drugged state, unable to say a word or think properly, her mind disconnected from the world, her body propelled solely by basic sexual instincts.She lay down on the ground, under her own captive's rough thrusts, powerless and under his complete control, moaning and grunting unrecognizable sounds, as he fucks her, and even more toxin fills her bloodstream. Her eyes stare into nothingness, and her whole body jerks under each thrust, getting abused and not even realizing it, completely unaware of reality anymore. The fox shifter ruts with primal instincts driven out of control by the leaf and the sinful tight heat of the sorceress's body. The thief finally gives a hard shove, roaring in a primal pleasure as he fills her depths with his seed. However... like some animal, he rests for but a moment, keeping himself pressed snug before the tormenting toxins forces him to begin all over again.After releasing several times, his slick essence spilling from her swollen abused petals of her sex and filling her to a taut belly. Finally, he falls panting beside the Sorceress with half closed eyes, moaning low as he finally draws his wilted length out and releasing a gush of stoppered passion.Oh... how he ached. The man whimpers as the passionate wild high begins to wear away and he trembles, laying with his legs parted to avoid even touching his terribly aching sacs. "Please..." He begs... eyes closing as he sags in exhaustion. "No more... please...I'll do...anything..." Kara's body responds to each thrust, getting aroused and inviting him further inside of her. As he released, a low moan escaped her lips, as if automatically brought on purely by reflexes. Her eyes still look aimlessly, and her hands stay limp on the ground next to her sides, as she gets abused roughly. When he climaxes, he fills her, and his cum easily overflows on her chest and legs. Her whole body starts shaking as it has to endure the terrible pressure.But he isn't done yet, driven by the toxins, and her pussy is just as receptive because of the same plant. Every time he releases inside of her, low whimpers escapes her mouth, as her sex becomes so sore, but Kara herself has no awareness of it. Her mind being long gone, her body suffers by itself, enduring the whole process, until the very last time he cums in her, at which point her body can't take anymore and shuts down, throwing her into unconsciousness.As she lay there on the ground, passed out and highly drugged up, her body is soaking in fluids, and her pussy is red, left abused and sore. Her initial plan had gone terribly wrong, and she was left powerless, in a state that she may never recover fully from. As the thoroughly ravished woman passes out on the ground, the fox moans softly in relief.He should take her moment of distraction to run!However, he moans as all he manages in his exhausted state is a twitch of his hand. And so he closes his eyes... driven by weariness to seek rest. Perhaps a few minutes rest... maybe an hour. However, he is slumbering well past the time that the village regathers itself.And very likely, these elves won't take very well to him savagely using them in such a way. Hours later, an naked elf rudely wakes him up. She is crawling on all four, naked, her eyes bloodshot and opened wide. She jerks around, like an addict in need, and speaks, a broken speech, shuddering "Wh....what.... what did you do to us?!" Her expression looked somewhere between panic and confusion, as her face stood just inches in front of his, twitching and jerking around madly, grabbing her chin with a hand, almost falling over when she does. She was obviously greatly affected by the excess of plant toxin, and was barely making sense.Kara was still passed out on the ground next to them, her red, abused pussy hanging in the air, with the leaf still completely inserted, with just a tiny part visible sticking out of the hole. Dried cum was everywhere on her body and on the ground around her. She seemed completely knocked out. As he's roughly shaken awake, the thief groans, stirring sluggishly. Lifting his throbbing heavy head, pale hair spilled in a wild mess around him, he moans softly as he peers to the needy elf showing VERY bad signs.At first he tenses, sitting up as sharp eyes scour her body... wondering if in his carelessness he might have bitten her. But, luckily, no bites mar her flesh. Blinking, he shakes his head then winces, rubbing the pounding spot in his temples. "Do not ask me! Your leader did it to me!"His eyes trail to the woman who way laying terribly debauched. He cringes slightly. The sorceress. Bloody hell, she might be the only one who knows of an antidote. But she had LOUSY judgment thus far.Leaning closer, he grimaces...eyes going to that leaf still stuck within her, it's end taunting him. Reaching out with visible reluctance, he reaches to her sticky abused nether lips to pluck out the leaf before tossing it aside with a look of disgust. "Ye gods...woman..." The elf watched his every move with wide open eyes, and when he threw the leaf away, she made a motion as if she wanted to catch it, but instead, fell face first to the ground, right in the dirt. She looked up at him, apparently unable to even get back on all four, and pleaded "Fuck me.... make me yours again! Make us all yours! We need you!!"The weak minded elf had obviously surrendered to the effects of the drug, and wasn't thinking straight. In fact, all she was thinking about was the rough fucking he had given her, and wanted to experience nothing but that again. She seemed relentless as she looked up at him, although unable to force him to actually do anything. Around them, a couple other elves were still laying unconscious, and one was barely conscious, but apparently had went right back to the plant and gotten herself another leaf, and was currently rubbing herself with it, moaning softly. The fox stares with wide eyes to the woman pleading and begging him to take her... no... all of them!A low whine escapes his throat as he pushes himself shakily to sit up. "Wh...what?! No! I had not wished to in the first place!"Well, yeah, he had to admit, fucking with every woman in a village of elven beauties would be any man's dream, but he'd never thought of how much it HURT after.He drops his eyes to his tender sacs, apparently having maintained their swollen size after the erotic affair from earlier with that cursed leaf.Growling, he turns his eyes, looking for the fire pit. "I'm burning that bloody plant..." And he tried, OH how he tried to not look at the women beginning to work themselves up again. He whimpers and try to will himself not to respond. The elf kept watching him with pleading eyes, and seeing he wasn't moving, she crawled closer to him, and gripped herself onto his arm, shaking him, trying to get him to move.Soon, another half conscious elf came to and saw that he was awake, and came crawling to him, in the same manner, with similar eyes. "I... need... more..." is all she managed to do.Meanwhile, Kara was still out, with no sign as to how long she would take to come back to her senses. The blue eyes widen in alarm as the vagabond stares to the female crawling and reaching for him like a zombie. An undignified yip of a yelp escapes him as her fingers close about his arm, and alarm spreads through him."Ah...ah...now... ladies...er... no.... no more... " Tugging free, he does the best thing he can do to protect himself, he rolls over to his belly, moaning as he cups his hands protectively over his sacs to protect his goods with determined fingers and his drawn up body.Hah! the leaf can't get used on his balls and length if they're covered.However, ironically, his thick plush tail is barely a protection for another tender spot. Especially with it wagging with how clever he thinks himself. The two elves keep trying to grab at him, but then seem very confused and not knowing what to do when he blocks access to his tender parts. They stay there, staring at him with big eyes. Then, one of them spots the tail. She crouches back on her legs, then literally jumped on his tail, grabbing it with both hands.The other elf sees it, then grabs on the first one's back. Fortunately for him, the first elf soon has to let go as she turns around to face the crazed girl. The two girls start slapping each other, grabbing at the other's arms, and emitting grunting sounds. They fight for access to him right there on the ground, like two cats in heat. A loud yowl of pain escapes the fox as his greyish white plush tail is grabbed and he jerks in pain, eyes watering. He had to escape... he had to get away from these crazy women. Especially that sorceress who began this whole maddening mess.However, as that grip is eased off his tail, those furry ears perk as he raises that pale maned head to look to the women who were fighting and clawing each other for him. Rising with a wary caution, he winces slightly in sore pain before he attempts to pad discretely to the woods. The second there's pursuit, he will be running with everything he's worth, pain be damned!!!The small problem was, he didn't know WHERE he was, or where he was going.Needless to say, there will be some VERY irate women after his tail.Pausing when he thinks he might have a moment for a breather, the man shifts to his hybrid form, shaking himself off before he puts his claws to good use to climb one of the trees, attempting to hide his bulk in the sheltering arms of a tree. Wincing, he curls up as best as he can.He felt so used. The two fighting elves didn't even notice he had left, and kept fighting for some time. Nails made red marks on their skins, and even their teeth were used, as they both attempted to subdue the other, not even realizing what they were doing, too high on the pure sexual drive. But soon, a third elf came by and noticed he was gone. She gave a quick yell, and startled the other two, who then also took notice.Then, all three left, starting to follow his trail. They were still completely naked, with no weapons, and they could barely stand. If he were to put up a fight they would have no chance at all. But that didn't cross their mind once, as they were driven purely by instinct and basic sexual desires. It took them a long time to catch up to him, but their elven heritage still allowed them to track him down. Soon, they neared his location. They knew he had to be close.Meanwhile at the camp, Kara suddenly woke up. But as soon as she did, she noticed right away that something was very wrong. Not with the other elves but with herself. First, she could barely see anything. Her vision was blurry, and she had trouble even distinguishing between a tree and an elf. Then, she still couldn't speak or even stand up. She tried to say something, yell at the other elves, but couldn't. All she managed to do was crawl a few feet on the ground, before ending up face first in the dirt again. She felt like vomiting, and still felt the sex drive. It took all her strength not to head for the nearby plant and start rubbing herself again, with what few strength she had left. She suspected she had been real lucky to even wake up at all after all the toxin she had inserted into her by the man, and that any more and she could be stuck in a coma for ever. Her plan had failed miserably. As the sound of the stumbling women rustles through the foliage, the werefox's ears perks as he raises his head to stare down from his branch. Heart pounding in his soft furred chest, he remains in his hiding place, watching below.Drugged and madly in heat or not, the elves eventually track them own, and he looks amusingly like an oversized cat, growling and showing warning teeth as they circle around the base."No... no... and.. again... NO!"Any women attempting to climb up will get a very hearty slap across the face... not enough to knock them out, but hopefully to knock some sense into them. One of the elves suddenly spotted him up in the tree, and she bolted for him. She climbed the tree as best she could, reaching her hand for him, attempting with all her strength to touch him. But then he slapped her in the face, which made her lose her grip and fall down to the ground. He may not have attempted to knock her out, but the combination of the slap and coming hard onto the grass made her pass out.The other elves apparently had enough sense not to do the same thing, seeing their companion passed out. They just stayed at the bottom of the tree, like two tigers, waiting for their prey to come down.Meanwhile in camp, Kara was in a desperate situation. Her whole body was shaking in denial, and she was breathing heavily. She tried to stay as still as possible, and hoped that time would ease her condition. Remaining firmly rooted in the tree, the large pale fox hybrid waves a large clawed hand in an almost comical shooing gesture. "Go...get! You are not getting my balls again!"Honestly... it must have been a purely amusing scene to see...a large shaggy 'monster' trying to fend itself from a hoard of beautiful naked women, but, unfortunately, the only people who could possibly see, were the elves and they were all in such a condition.Sighing, he crosses his arms as he settles himself more comfortably on the branch... well, as comfortable as possible.However, at one point, his exhaustion catches up with him, and he falls into a weary doze. Several hours passed, and Kara had fallen into a deep sleep. But then, she woke up again, sweating and shaking. But this time, things were different. She could see again, she could feel what she touched, and she could stand up, although she still felt very weak. She had apparently beaten the toxin. She had been strong enough.But once she started to look around, the spectacle was much more somber. Every single elf was out of it. Some were passed out, others were rubbing themselves madly with leaves, others were pleasuring each others. They were all naked and they were all on the ground.She went to a few of them, looking them in the eyes, trying to get a reaction, but other than them starting to caress Kara's breasts or attempt to hand a leaf to her, they were all completely gone. Their minds had been too weak, and they had all surrendered to the plant's effect. There was no intelligence behind their eyes, no soul. They seemed like nothing but a hollow shell, a body driven by sexual arousal, but with no higher function.Kara sat back on the ground and watched them for a moment. On the one hand, it was turning her on immensely. But on the other, she knew she had almost given in herself. She fully realized how close she had been to becoming one of them, and forever be stuck in a dream-like state. Tears started coming down her cheeks, as she started to caress her pussy with her hand. The mix of sadness and arousal was quite strange.One of the elves came over and started to caress her shoulders. She found it nice, but quickly realized that the elf wasn't being comforting. Like all the others, all she thought about was sex, and she soon moved on to her chest and breasts. Kara let her keep going, unwilling to push one of her sisters back. The elf rubbed the mage's breasts gently, going over the whole breasts, before starting to concentrate on her nipples. She rubbed them and twisted them, and Kara moaned in pleasure.To the outside eye, it looked like the whole village was involved in a never ending orgy, but out of all of the naked elves, only Kara had any awareness of it. The problem with sleeping in a tree... is a branch... doesn't support a large body. Or it's balance. Rolling over to find a more comfortable position, a loud yowl of surprise splits the air as the fox finds himself waking to a shocking plummet to land in the shrubs below.The loud sound sends birds flying, animals skittering as it echoes through the woods.Blinking surprised sapphire eyes, the great form jerks in surprise as he tries to get his bearings straight. While he had been sleeping, the three elves below him had also went to sleep. Prevented from their prize, they had nothing to do and just rested. When he fell, they all woke up, and looked at him in surprise. It took them a long time to realize what was happening, much longer than usual, because of their state, but they soon connected the dots. And all three of them jumped on him, trying to get at his balls and cock.Back at the village, Kara suddenly heard a sound coming from the forest. It's then that she remembered the shape shifter. She looked around, and noticed he was gone. It had to be him. She pushed the horny elf off of her, and bolted for the forest, in direction of the sound, still completely naked, with a wet pussy, highly aroused. Suddenly finding himself surrounded by the three women, he twists around to his belly again, protectively trying to cover his prized parts with his hands, however, he growls and snaps his jaws in warning at the women's hands, though, careful not to actually bite them."GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" He roars loud, the sound felt with violent vibration as his blue eyes bear a wild alarmed look and he bristles noticeably with menace.He desperately attempts to protect himself, however, as the dripping debauched form of the sorceress staggers up upon them, a menacing low angry growl escapes the fox as his ears draw back and the blue eyes gleam in anger."You... BURN those damn plants! Do you see what it is doing? It's destroying your min-GAH!" He yelps, feeling a hand grab the base of his tail, and he shudders violently as they brush over the tender thinly furred flesh underneath. He snaps a glare to whoever is holding his tail. "Let. Go." As Kara got there, she saw him being assaulted by three of the elves and chuckled. "Shape shifter!" she said in a low voice. "Aren't those plants wonderful? Look what they did to them. Now, all they think about is the pleasure of the flesh." As she talked, she started to caress her pussy once again, right in front of him, trying hard not to tip over as she was still weak on her legs. "You almost had me too. I almost gave in. A little bit more and I would be with them trying to pleasure you. Isn't that hot? The thrill, the danger, the risk of losing control. That's what makes life worth living! Them, well, they were weak. They lost control. But I proved my worth. I am stronger than the plant, stronger than you! And now you will finish what you started..."With those words, she came closer, starting to circle him. "My kin wants you, and they will get you. You will stay in our village and pleasure them night and day, as long as they want, make them yours, keep them happy, until you die!" The weakened Kara, naked and pleasuring herself, commanding the large, impressive fox, had to be quite the sight. But Kara was fairly confident she could make him submit if needs be. The elegant wintery pelted creature blinks, focusing his eyes upon Kara as she approaches, however, he bristles slightly, looking somewhere between horror and disbelief.Wonderful?He snorts a breath, lifting his lip in a toothy sneer as he glares to the woman as she approaches to fuss at him."Look at yourself, Elf! You can barely walk, I doubt you can barely remember your spells.... and you only have one thing on your mind. They can barely function. I doubt they will be able to feed themselves or do the essentials needed for survival."Leaning his head in closer, he growls low. "You were a frightening sorceress when you first revealed yourself to me... but now? You are just an addict. You are not stronger to the plant... you are it's slave. If you were stronger... you would never touch it again."He allows those words to linger, still amusingly remaining hunkered down there, protecting himself. "But you cannot, can you. I want nothing to do with your sordid games...well.. I can hardly call you a sorceress any longer, can I. Leaf-slave, then." Kara looked at him with wide open eyes, surprised at his comments. She tried to think of a retort, of a way to prove him wrong but couldn't. Instead, she slapped him in the face. "How dare you!"She wasn't addicted to the plant. At least, she didn't think she was. She hadn't been turned into a husk after all! She had beaten the toxin. She was strong enough. Her sisters had been weak, and now that was their new lives. It's not like they would be unhappy, she would make sure to keep him available for all of them. No, she was still strong, still powerful. She was almost sure of it. The foxlike head jerks slightly with the slap, however, he simply turns a flat look upon the woman.And then he smirked. A deadly toothy broad grin of pure amusement."What, no magic? Just can't get it UP?"The werefox simply grunts, the sharp witted being thinking fast as he tries to find a way to reason with the woman. "Denial is always the first sign of addiction. The next comes a violent dependance. How will your village eat? How will they get water? Fire? Defend themselves from monsters? How long will any of you survive when all you have in your atrophying brains is raping me and that cursed plant? Not even a week, I will wager.""Tell me... Leaf-Slave, how can you cast spells with your hands shaking? How will you continue to stand defiantly with your legs looking so close to giving out on you?" Shrewd blue eyes stare back, narrowing slightly as he snorts a breath. "The only thing I will agree to right now... is a bath. A LONG bath, in a very cold stream." Kara seemed angrier than ever, and went to slap him again, but he moved and her momentum made her fall face first to the ground. Before even trying to do anything else, she brought a hand to her pussy again to resume her caress. She looked up at him and said with an angry voice "I don't need spells to make you submit! You're my slave! You will hunt for us! I'll protect my sisters just fine. Now, fall in line and do what I said! Carry me to the village and start relieving these poor girls."Her hands were shaking visibly, and she couldn't concentrate enough to cast any spell. In her mind, she still believed that she was strong. But while the plant had not transformed her into a husk, she was now powerless before him, she just did not realize it yet. The elegant creature simply watches with minglings of amusement, irony, and a hint of pity as her swing not only misses abysmally, but now she's resorting to continuing to stroke her sex. He barks an amused laugh at her demanded ordered words."Am I? Am I really? And how will you keep me as your slave? Shoot me with arrows? Cast spells? Ah... wait... your hands seem to be rather busy. Once you get control of yourself, you may try again with this whole 'dominance' business." He chuckles low, before suddenly springing forth in a surprising burst of power and speed in that powerfully muscled form.He races forward through the woods... seeking... water. He wanted to clean the stench off of him. As his sense of smell draws him towards a creek, he whoops in delight, leaping into the calm current with a resounding loud SPLASH! Kara yelled at him in anger as he ran away, but couldn't do anything else "Get back here!!!"She just kept caressing her pussy. But then, the three elves who had just watched the conversation, not really understanding any of it, saw that their primary prize was gone. But there lay a lesser prize. All three of them slowly crawled to Kara, then they all jumped at her, making her yell in surprise.They started to caress her, rub her harshly, desperate for release. Kara spat at them. "Get off me you lunatics!" but they would not listen. One of them started kissing Kara passionately on the mouth, another grabbed her breasts and back and caressed those, twisting and turning her nipples every time she got to them, and the other removed Kara's hand forcefully from her pussy, and instead used her own hand to start fingering her.Kara wanted to get up, to push them off of her, but her body was so aroused, so in need. She let them handle her, let the empty shells make her go the last mile. She moaned loudly, and as the shape shifter took a bath, Kara was fucked mercilessly, until she came, then she was fucked again and again, until all 3 elves had been satisfied.Once done with the mage, the three elves let her there, and went back to the village. Kara whimpered in a low voice, her pussy hurting from the rough treatment, her body soaking in fluids. She lay there, thinking about what the man had said. FREEZING!But oooh so invigorating. The Fox surfaces with a gasp, tossing his head as he rubs himself down, feeling clarity returning and honing his mind once more.His ears perk, however, hearing the sound of the distant commotion. He snorts. "Poetic justice, that."However, his bathing is finally ended reluctantly as he makes his way to the bank, shaking himself off and thumping more out of his ears before he takes off after the direction he heard the commotion. Even after everything goes quiet... the smell of the aroused women filled the area unmistakably. Padding over to the used sorceress, the damp fox simply pads over to lean over, peering to her."Now, will you believe me?" He sighs, then leans down to slip his arm about her waist, planting her over his damp shoulder to trek through the woods.Where he is taking her becomes immediately apparent once he tosses her into the revitalizing coldness of the water. When she gets picked up, Kara looked at him with confused eyes, then starts struggling "Hey! Let me down!"But then, as she is thrown into the river, she yelled at how cold it is. But, as she stays there, in the water, her expression changes from anger to a much calmer one. Almost a serene look. She brings her head all the way under, then comes back out, removing the small rope holding her pony tail, letting her wet hair drop on her shoulders.Staying there, she looks at him. She looked a lot cleaner and a lot calmer now, seemingly no longer mad at him, but did not speak. Draping himself over the large smooth rock on the bank and basking in the warm rays of sunlight, he watches the cleansing effects of the water on the woman, sane clarity returning to her.Sighing wearily, he simply remains calmly laying there content. "I take it you've gotten some reality back in you? I hope you learned those plants are dangerous for your people." Melina stood there for a long moment, soaking in the cold water. Then she spoke softly. "I'm sure an evil doers. I transformed my whole village into a bunch of mindless husks just for sexual pleasure."She seemed to be coming back to reality, but she was obviously still weakened. Renard simply sighs, swatting the water near him, making it splatter and splash, droplets sparkling in the light. "If they take a bath, I think it should help them. However..."He grunts, shaking his wet hand off. "...you really should consider burning those plants down... or uprooting them. Just get rid of them." Kara was afraid nothing would help them. She looked into their eyes and couldn't sense any sign at all that their souls were still there. She had no intention of using the plants again, and right now her thoughts were selflessly focused on her own powers. She hoped that once she would calm down, her ability to cast spells and her strength would return.She climbed out of the water and only then realized how cold it had been. She sat on the ground and shivered. The werefox now content and dry, watches the sorceress idly with intelligent thoughtful eyes. However, as she begins shivering pitifully. Rising with a luxuriant stretch, the vagabond pads over to the chilled woman, wrapping his warm soft furred larger body around the elf's and sighs softly, his vibrant warmth verily thrumming around her unclad chilled body."I don't know WHY I stick aroud and keep helping you. Perhaps it that you are the only means the village has for survival...and despite what I look like, I am not a monster." For all he did for her, she still kept to her ways, and looked at him grimacing. "You stay because you are my prisoner." she said calmly, without seemingly joking, taking herself completely seriously.While she was obviously in no position to force him to do anything, her senses were slowly coming back to her. She held a hand in front of her, still shaking, but less than before, and soon a small flame appeared above it, and she smiled, before extinguishing it. As that flame appears over that dangerous yet dainty hand, the shifter sighs. "There is that." He groans and shakes his head slowly. "I am a fool. I should have run when I had the chance."He settles down comfortably, regardless of his reestablished slave status and sighs, using his large soft furred strong body to provide a barrier of warmth around the stitchless skin of the sorceress. Renard absently stretches with a sigh of relief. "Gnnngh... so good to be back in this form. I was freezing my ass off being left out there without a scrap of cover. You are a cruel cruel woman." Kara seemed to get a lot of confidence back as she managed to light a small flame in her hand. As her captive settles down, she leaned against him, cuddling in his arms, and closed her eyes, a smile on her face. "See? I can cast again. Now will you obey me?" She giggled at her renewed power.She still felt tired and weak however, and soon started to fall asleep in his arms. The weakened mage, only now finding her strength again, in the arms of the prisoner she insists on mistreated, had to be quite a strange sight. Still, she soon fell asleep in his embrace, holding onto his strong arms, smiling. The man grunts softly. "As long as you do not try to come near me with one of those leaves again, I'll consider it." For now.However, as the elf falls asleep in his arms, he sighs, deciding to use the opportunity to rest. He was positively exhausted.And he still ached.Nestling his nose against the soft skin of his captor's neck, the shifter drifts into a peaceful deep slumber, the occassional rumbling of an almost purr like sound vibrating against the bare flesh of the elf he protected and covered with a strong warmth. His tender hold on Kara was very useful to the elf. She slept well for many hours before waking up, still in his arms. She looked at him sleep, realizing the irony of the situation. Seeing he was still hurting, she caressed him gently, waking him up.She whispered softly, now much calmer than before "Thank you." Slumbering peacefully, the larger form grunts softly as he stirs, blinking his eyes as he raises his head to peer down to the sorceress. Grunting softly, he leans his head in to nuzzle her soft neck, chuckling softly, low. "You are welcome. You are not going to continue to leave me outside naked are you? It gets miserably cold in my human form."He chuckles low, then arches his body in a languid stretch, the powerful muscles playing under the soft fur against the elf's body. "What are you going to do with your village? Summon rain?"

Mercy Does Not Exist Here (Elfguy and Draconovich)

Shenanigans and Fuckery

The Vegas Incident(One Year Prior)Two hundred some odd years had been building up to this point, like a fuse leading into the powder magazine on a sinking warship. Nyceera Belladonna had been preparing a long time for this eventuality, gathering up the resources she would need to make her opening move. Ever since Ben Franklin had branded her an enemy of the Magic world, the archmage turning everyone she’d once considered friends against her, she’d been plotting her revenge, waiting for them to overstep their bounds. In the end, it hadn’t been one singular event that had lead up to her decision, but the level of power they’d slowly been garnering. It was no longer just an American organization, having spread across the entire world like a rapidly moving plague. And everyone seemed happy to play by their rules. It was disgusting. Her one woman war against them wasn’t to destroy them. It was meant to show those that lived in the know just how pathetic, petty, and brutal their council was willing to be. The risks with people's lives it was willing to take. She was going to expose them for what they were, Tyrants, born of the land of the free. A Sham.The slender woman stood atop the Eifel tower, long platinum hair blowing in the strong winds; or at least the poor imitation of the grand structure that existed in Vegas. Holding onto the Antena, she looked more like a flag than a woman, the bright blue sash tied around her waist blowing into the wind along her hair. She was cloaked from the mundanes, naturally, not wanting anyone to call the police or the fire department. No, her eyes were on a building a ways away in the distance. The blood sang in her veins like a powerful chorus about to strike its crescendo, calling out to the dragon's blood she’d used within the ground around the haughty structure. It had taken weeks to construct the carefully laid ritual circle of blood and enhanced with ground up ruby, etched in a complex pattern of lines and curves deep in the ground thanks to the workers she’d infected with her blood worms; people who had no idea that they were even doing anything out of the ordinary. It lay dormant for now, slowly eating away at the rock and sand, ready to destabilize the entire structure.It was french that she spoke, a slow murmur lost to the wind as she dragged a fingernail across her palm, magic palpable in the air as the wind almost seemed to change direction. Slowly, fingers uncurled, releasing her blood into the air, infused with the remaining blood of the dragon. It fell like glistening beads of garnet in the sunlight, whisked away towards the center of Vegas’s magic council, the second largest only smaller than the one in Philadelphia. The chanting continued as the drops disappeared from sight, to small too be seen with the naked eye. The last thing she did, a stroke of kindness, was order the ten people infected to take an early lunch break and leave the building. She was after all, a merciful Mistress.A shudder seemed to run through the city, a small tremor, as though the earth was a woman and someone had just gently traced a finger down her spine. It’s epicenter was her target, the ground crumbling to dust beneath it, stone shifting to sand and even finer particulate, grinding away to nothing as the earth seemed to shatter and open. It took only two minutes for her chanting to hit its crescendo, the building beginning to crack and crumble away, swallowed up by the gaping Maw. her voice faded to nothing as sirens went off across the city. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying the sounds of the chaos that she’d caused.The Game board was wide open, and though they had many pawns, she was a powerful queen of blood and chaos. A blood ritual that complex, that powerful, and with all the signature of circular Gallifreyan that she’d adopted as her own little unique trademark, they would know it was she who had committed this act of terror and treason. “Fuck Off Old Ben! And your petty boy’s club too!” the Blood Mage shouted gleefully into the wind as she offered a one fingered salute to the smoldering ruins, her sultry southern accent heard by no one. She’d done the one thing he never could, and he’d hated her for it when he’d been alive. She had outlived him, and she would outlive his legacy.Throwing herself into the wind, Nyx dropped like a feather onto the roof of a nearby building, into the waiting circle she’d painted out, transporting her to another part of the city.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Though the Shadow Syndicate had been around slightly longer than the United States of America, they had ingrained themselves over the course of that time in nearly every corner of the world, using wars and adversity to force the mages of other countries across the globe to fall under their power. After years of harassing them from a distance, Nycerra could no longer stand by and watch as they continued to wage war against those who would not subjugate themselves. So she took her one woman cold war and made it very hot. The place she struck was one of their major seats of power, her original goal to send that branch’s Archmage back to the other Branches in pieces, as while as obliterating their power base and forcing them to scramble to fill the vacuum. It was meant to be a message.Also present, was a dragoness who had good reason to be angry with the Syndicate, though she was for the time being, attempting to warn them off with strong words and promises of further, more destructive retribution if the continued to meddle in her affairs. They had previously smashed two of her clutches, though they were unaware of the third set of eggs safely secure under the desert. The destruction of the building is blamed on the dragon at first, though it is quickly realized that they were incorrect.Nyx attempted to track down the Archmage, though the Dragoness followed her, determined to learn what had caused this woman to strike out against them, angry because her already bad day had just gotten worse. The two found the Archmage, but no longer entirely himself. Sealed away since the HIV epidemic began in the 1950s in africa, the being known as Pestilence had been broken free by Nycerra’s attack, and taken over. Offering to accompany Nyx for the time being, since she was the one who set it free, Pestilence fled the ruins with the blood mage, the dragon staying to destroy the entire city block before following.Despite some initial concerns and hostilities between the three, they have become powerful allies, and at least on the Part of the Dragoness and the Blood Witch, have joined forces and are making plans for a much stronger show of force, and working on plans to reveal the brutality of what the Shadow Syndicate does to those who just wish to be left alone.Meanwhile, the shock and horror of such a brutal attack has left the Magic community shaken, and uncertain, forcing the actual twelve members of the Syndicate to come out of hiding, at least once in a while, in an effort to reassure the people who so blindly follow their lead.@Seniade@Levy_Scailarach@StarBanger69@Racy Raptor (Seven Months Prior) *Nyx*AstrayaThe entrance had been easier to find then Nyx had expected, though a massive ramp in the desert was hard to miss. She expertly navigated her red and violet motorcycle into the ramp and past the gorgeous red maserati, new, since the other one had been parked outside the building they may or may not have erased from existence. The explosion had been glorious though. Parking carefully, she grabbed the small knapsack and the massive double decker tray of red velvet cupcakes and continued down the ramp after straightening out her sleeveless black sequin vest and blood red leather pants, calling out in front of her. “OH KIDDIES! THE CRAZY AUNT HAS ARRIVED!!!!”The dragon herself lifted her snout from the floor where she had been napping with the dragonets in the warmest chamber, a cavern just above their hatching ground, heated by the lava pool below. Slowly, she shifted to her smaller, diminutive form and the dragonets squawked at her softly for waking them. Soon, they were flapping paper-thin wings and shuffling around on small, lean limbs and climbing up Astraya’s legs until three nestled on her head, two on each of her shoulders, two wrapped themselves around her waist and one insisted that she carry it, the smallest. She entered the garage as the ramp to the desert outside closed and she lifted the large sliding door that led into the custom kitchen and dining area, complete with bar and barstools at an island for breakfast time. The dragon-woman smiled softly at the witch approaching with baked goods. “Young ones, this is your Auntie Nyx. When she puts the goodies down, go jump on her.” Nyxera looked around at the set up appreciatively, a fresh glyph carved at the lowest point of her collar bone, one obviously intended to keep her cool in very hot environments. She laughed, setting down the tray of 48 cupcakes hastily as the little ones eyed her suspiciously, then began to charge. Falling with them, the witch found herself flat on her back being sniffed and sat on by ten tiny dragonets, grinning from ear to ear. “Ooph! This is revenge for the shoes isn’t it….” she teased, trying to gently pick them up off her only to have the empty spaces filled by another dragonet trying to get a closer look at her face.”“Indeed it is, my dear. And they just need to get a good idea of who you are.” Astraya chuckled to herself as she approached and picked up the tray to take into the kitchen and set it on the counter. “Don’t forget to kiss her, little ones, before you have your treats. She’s brought them special for you.” The dragon called, coming back into the garage and squatting down and watching the dragonets all launch themselves at Nyx’s face to each give her an affectionate lick on the cheek. Then nine darted back to their previous spots on their mother, while the smallest, a little gold, settling on Nyx’s stomach comfortably. “I think she’s going to stay with you today.”Nyxera grinned at the slobbery kisses, drying her face with her shirt as she managed to sit up, cross legged with the little gold in her lap, scratching it above the eyes where her godson enjoyed being scritched. “And what’s your name, little one?” she asked softly, running her fingertips over the smooth scales. “Hey hey now. There’s enough in there for four each, so behave. And don't…” she sighed as the plastic covering of her tray was chewed on as they tried to get it off. “Good thing that was my old one.” she grinned. Holding out her hand, the lid popped off, two cupcakes floated over to her, thanks to their special ingredient. The red in her velvet cupcakes was certainly not red dye number 40. “Here you go little one. Saved them from your siblings. The other eight are for you, Darling.” she added looking up at Astraya with an almost flirtatious smile. “And speaking of the shoes… i’ve got something in my bag for you.” The nine dragonets were inspecting the lid of the cupcake container and a few tried biting it experimentally, curious as to what smelled so tasty inside. When the lid was removed and their ‘aunt’ told them they could have four each, the dragonets circled the cupcake holder. They removed a cupcake with a marked delicateness in their claws, peeling paper off the outsides; they had this process down as one of their first meals was little shelled crustaceans from the underwater lake in one of the many levels of the mansion-like cavern system Astraya had claimed for herself. “Ah, you are so delightful, my wonderful friend.” Astraya complimented, reaching in and pulling out a cupcake herself and slowly licking off the red crystals in the cream cheese frosting, her eyes flickering closed with pleasure. “Mmm, delicious, Spice Rack... and none of them have selected names just yet. They will though, in their own time. She’s quite clingy but she needed a little help out of her egg...” Astraya admitted, a slightly guilt-ridden expression crossing her face that said more about the situation, that she had broken draconic tradition and added the youngling in the escape from her shell. Dragons as a whole appreciated strength and independence and that was a dragonet’s first test, the escape from the egg. The gold merrily stuffed her face with the cupcakes her aunt retrieved from her siblings for her, quiet squealing noises emitting from her until her little belly was tight and full, and both cupcakes were only a memory of frosting on her little scales.Nyxera nodded understandingly, knowing the exact connotations of the act that her friend had committed. “As few, and as haunted as your kind has been by our enemies, I think that decision can be forgiven. A tradition that made sense when dragons were numerous on this world.” she replied softly, rubbing the little gold one’s stomach as it rolled over comfortably in her lap. She reached over and dragged her bag to herself, pulling out a pair of delicate red stilettos. “Fresh off the italian runway three months ago. The model happened to be the daughter of one of the councilors. I made sure I didn’t get blood on them when she exploded.”The cupcake had been half-eaten when the dragon’s eyes fixed on the shoes Nyx had pulled out and she put it on the counter as she knelt down to examine and inspect the fine craftsmanship of the stilettos. “Oh my word, Loubiton eat your prissy heart out... these are fantastic, Nyxera... thank-you.” Astraya immediately sat on her bottom and slid the shoes on her feet and groaned at the look of them as she pointed her toes toward the ceiling in them. “And if any others of my kind dared to judge me for what I did for her... I’d have to take their hearts out, I’m sure. Every clutch is precious, and this is my fifth one. Magic is rare in this world with the growing species of humans infesting the world everywhere, annoyingly.” The dragon reached out and tickled the little gold’s tummy affectionately, and she opened one emerald eye to peep at her mother. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop pestering you.” She rose and looked in the kitchen to see how the others were doing. Each had managed to unwrap two cupcakes and devour them before they plopped down on the counters in food comas. “You’re going to spoil all of us, Nyx.”Nyxera was glad that her friend was of the same mind as her when it came to other species. “Good lord we need a new plague. Although the Anti-vaxers seem to be helping that one along. Wonder where they got the idea.” Nyx grinned knowingly, seeing as who had been crashing at her safehouses for the past few months. “Oh that's only the beginning. This bag is definitely bigger on the inside. I brought a little something for each of them, as well as some stuff Zandry’s mother recommended for teething, apparently whale bones are great for it. She sends her best regards and congratulations, by the way. Still trying to figure out what to get the runt for his 40th...” The dragon shared a knowing look with the witch and shook her head with a slight smile at the anti-vaxxer movement. She had funding in the tech industry in every continent and the whole ‘raw food revolution’ and ‘anti-vaxxer movement’ had taken over so many of the humans in the first world countries, she couldn’t believe it. They were perfectly healthy as long as they didn’t indulge too much in rich substances, or killed each other, and they wanted to revert to their starting diet that they evolved away from. “Oh you lovely thing you... you can have a room all to yourself and decorate it however you want just for the whale bones alone. Did you have to scour the ocean floor yourself or did you get a siren or selkie to help?” She asked, walking into the kitchen in her fancy new heels and collecting her children one by one and beckoning her friend to follow her with the golden one who had decided ‘Aunt Nyxie’ was a pillow. “Forty? Already? Wow, soon he’ll be sniffing around females before you know it and get his little snout swiped. Let’s see, he’ll be used to the process of shedding by now, so you may consider some of that very fine expensive sand for him to use when he starts to notice his layer thinning. And oils, thin ones, but high quality. That will ease the itching...” She looked up at the ceiling in thought while she led Nyx to the very plush sleeping chamber, sweltering hot for mortals but delicious for young dragons sleeping off a large meal. The whole floor was a plush, puffy pillow and Astraya began placing her snoozing children on the puffy cushion in their own little balls so they didn’t start a fight by rolling over or stretching into another’s space.Nyxera nodded appreciatively. “Oh there's this island in the caribbean with this awesome mineral rich black sand… i got it in a body scrub once. It was heaven. I’ll have to see about getting my hands on some of that… i make it a habit of sending him shiny baubles for his hoard, he’s got this fascination with ornate crystal shot glasses. Snagged a gold leafed one with a dragon etching last time i was in new york. But thats an every year sort of gift, i try to get him special stuff for the decades.” she found a spot spaced apart from the others to settle down the little gold one, hoping she could get some hang time with her friend.The gold dragonet clung to Nyx’s fingers with her sharp little claws a second longer and gave her hand a gentle lick before settling down with a pealing burble sound and snoozing like her siblings. Astraya smiled fondly at her offspring before nodding her head out back toward the kitchen and started picking up the empty cupcake wrappers and tossing them in the bin. “Mineral black sand? Oh I bet he would love that, hell I would love to scrub myself down with that, I haven’t had a long flight over a coast since ... well... “ She gestured at her clutch, implying her mating flight a few hundred years ago. “So other than intending to spoil my offspring and hiding our favorite sign of the apocalypse for the Judo-Christian faiths, what else have you been getting into? Anything interesting from our favorite Shadow Council we’ve pissed off?” Astraya asked curiously, dusting her hands off over the trash can as she fixed her friend with her gold eyes.Nyxera smiled down at the cute gold who was a little clingy, before carefully following her friend back out into the kitchen. after making sure the rest of the cupcakes were all upright before securing the lid back to it to keep them fresh, more from the glyphs carved into the plastic then anything else, she settled down on one of the stools comfortably. “You know me, lover of all things small and cute. Been having fun tormenting PETA though….” she stretched out her legs, showing off her own black boots with silver threading. “I’ve got a lead on the vice chair of the council. They love keeping themselves hidden but apparently in about 6 months or so, next September, he’s going to be visiting Vegas to mark the one year anniversary. Obviously he won’t be there, it's a trap to try to lure me in. but i did manage to get one of my bloodworms into one of the young upstarts Aides…” her grin widened. “Gotta give it a month or two, and we’ll have all the info we want on that one, and maybe if we’re lucky a few others. Feel like taking a road trip? Or will it not be safe to leave the wee ones on their own for a while? Laying low for at least a year seemed like the best bet after Vegas, but i’m starting to get antsy.” She grinned at the mention of Pestilence. “Oh well apparently it’s finally discovered that ‘Viral’ videos are not digitally transmitted diseases. But the youtube channel they started has taken off pretty well.” Her own smile reflected Nyx’s pleasure at the information lead on the vice chair of the council, sweet vengeance within reach very soon. She was a patient creature herself, so she chuckled at Nyx’s comment about getting antsy. “Beautiful work, my friend. Just don’t tip them off that the aide is a plant for the time being, we may have more use for him or her if we can get them a little higher up in the council and use them as a spy.” Astraya had no sympathy nor qualms about using one of the Shadow Council’s lower level players as a spy. The council had smashed two of her previous clutches and slaughtered a third shortly after the hatching. The dragon had no mercy for them; this was war. “Well, Pestilence had to find out somehow, so I think it’s best it realizes that just doing it that way wouldn’t really spread the diseases that way... but I’ve been keeping an eye on the channel, and some of the comments the fools make are hilarious.” The dragon pressed a button on a machine and it started grinding coffee beans before sliding the powder into a press and pushed hot water through it, making an espresso shot, which Astraya poured in a large mug and added some milk and sugar to before waving a hand for Nyx to help herself. “As for leaving the little ones... I suppose I could when they’re a year old, they’ll be able to shift by that point and I can have them all hunt a heavy meal before hand that they will hibernate after. But I’ll have to leave to check in frequently, and make sure they have fresh food accessible.Nyxera was greatly pleased to hear Astraya praise her progress. It had taken some time after their initial meeting, but their mutual enemy had been enough for at least a cease fire and Nyx’s respect for dragonkind had won her brownie points enough to kickstart a wonderful friendship. Nyx gladly helped herself to the espresso, opting for a smaller glass then the Dragoness’s massive mug, sipping it slowly. “I have blood worms of various ages scattered throughout the council. Though the three years they take to fully mature is a right pain in my ass. But after Vegas, this is my most mature one.” since they were in a forgiving mood, Nyx wasn't about to remind the dragon that she'd killed several of her mature blood worms, something she’d moved past. Not that it wouldn’t have been helpful now, but dwelling on it wasn’t going to change the fact that they were inaccessible to her. “Six or seven months will give me time to have one or two more reach maturity, and start getting information in.” she added, running her finger around the glass. “Though in fairness i do have a slight favor to ask of you…” she set down three small crystal vials, empty, but there was only one reason she’d bring empty Vials. Astraya nodded as Nyx explained that about seven months or so would be enough for a couple of her little blood worms to gain maturity and start relaying information back to her. The dragon raised one eyebrow at the mention of the witch asking her a favor, bringing her mug to her lips and sipping it slowly, the mug almost comically big in comparison to the mortal appearance she had. The vials made Astraya smirk and then shake her head a little, chuckling at her friend. “Only three? You aren’t that greedy, are you? Yes, I suppose I have plenty to spare, don’t I?” The dragon woman tipped her head back and finished her mug of sweetened caffeine and put it in the little dishwasher appliance by the sink as she plucked up the vials and pulled their corks out, placing them on the counter. She took a knife without hesitation and sliced her forearm over the sink. The sound of a steady stream of blood filling each of the three vials filled the kitchen until the dragon corked off the vials and handed them off to her witch friend, a towel in place until the cut clotted and her innate magic healed the slice. She didn’t really want to have a mess to clean up. “What are you cooking up with that then?”Nyxera grinned. “Bloodworms require far more potent magic then one would think. And I used up the last of my dragon blood from Zendry’s mom when i brought the Syndicate building down to rubble. She’s…. Far more stingy with it. Saving her son got me two liters, and a godchild. I’ve gotten a bit more from her over the years, but her favors get ridiculous.” she grinned, pleased with herself. “Giving her the Vegas Archmage’s body though…. That got me enough to make six more blood worms.” she gestured to one of the vials. “I like to keep a few of my little darlings in reserve, and i want to run some experiments… the last vial… that's for seven months from now.” her grin turned into a playful smirk.“I’m going to go out on a limb and assume that her favors involve rare and shiny objects?” Astraya offered, her own hoard under lock and key, along with the few of the priceless, historical artifacts she had collected being on pedestals under pressurized glass plates. “What would she want with that Archmage’s body? What did he do to her previous clutches?” Her face fell thinking about what others of her kind had suffered under the Shadow Syndicate’s heel. Astraya was older, far older than most surviving dragons in the world, and she pre-dated the Shadow Syndicate and had she known when they started rearing their ugly faces that they would come after her kind so viciously, she would have squashed them before they could get started persecuting other magical creatures. “Really, we should just torch the rest of their headquarters all over the world. I have the firepower, and well, I may not look it, but I am 2500 years old, and a whooping 5000 tons.” She brushed a lock of hair off her forehead and out of her eyes.Nyxera chuckled. “Or vengeance on her enemies. She’s…. Very protective… just laid a new clutch. Twenty six eggs. The Vegas Archmage got his promotion after returning with the remains of her previous clutch of six… even if their 7th, and live specimen escaped…” her fist clenched at the thought, eyes flickering between different shades of vibrant blue. “Honestly darling i wouldn’t put you at over 4500….” she teased, before nodding softly, taking a deep breath to calm herself. “That is the plan. But what i really want are the actual council of twelve; but the bastards have gone into hiding… i’m apparently too good at what i do and now they’re scared. And if we keep picking them off, they’ll just get replaced. By people who want vengeance. And they’ll come after us harder.” Nyx had always had an endgame in mind. She wasn’t sure how to get there. But she at least had a goal. “What I have always wanted to do, is expose them for what they are. Most of the mages under them are unaware of what they’ve done. To the dragons. The Fae. their current crusade against the Merfolk.” she hung her head. “They… obliterated one of their isolated cities. Off the coast of indonesia. Completely gone. Very few survivors. Christmas a few years back.” she shook her head, thinking about the mundane lives that had cost. “But knowing that… its not enough. How to get that information to the people, to turn their own followers against them. It has to be believable. When I agreed to help found…” she stopped. Realizing she’d never told Astraya about her origins. Astraya’s gold eyes darkened considerably to almost an ochre color in anger on behalf of her kin and she shook her head. “Delightful you gave her his body. Although, I’m certain she would have liked to have tortured him for a few months before he died. My apologies to her on that.” She gave the witch a little elbow at her joke about how heavy she was in her draconic form, and started making another cup of coffee once she had saw that the healing powers in her blood had sealed the wound on her arm closed and she tossed the towel in the sink to clean up later. “I wonder if there was an easier way to infiltrate and gain access to personnel files... and find out what projects they’re currently funneling their funding toward most heavily, because destroying those would be the quickest way to give them a little bit of a cash-flow problem.” The dragon knew all about constricting cash-flow for companies, making them panic until a cheap buyout was the easiest way to get the owners to sell to her. And then suddenly, the cash-flow problems were all gone. Her busy hands paused in the movements as Nyx explained that the Council had taken out a city belonging to the Merfolk, cousins to her water-loving kindred and she sighed in disappointment, her shoulders dropping while she stirred milk and sugar into her cup. “What a waste and disappointment to those who have had to secret themselves away on the orders of the Council to keep the mundanes safe and unaware of all of our presence.” She dropped her spoon at the witch’s next words, looking up at her with a confused frown. “You agreed to help... found what, Nyxera?”Nyxera closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Two hundred and twenty odd years ago, between Salem, and everything going on in Europe… Mages were as much of an endangered species as dragon and fae. Several of us… had a plan. To protect those of Magic from those without. So we wouldn’t have to live in fear. My magics made me more of a target then most. My students. Slaughtered. Others like me, killed. I was reluctant at first, but i thought I could change their minds on certain subjects. Particularly Ben. he’d always listened to me before they made him Archmage. Or maybe he only pretended to. I was a foolish Idealist. And slowly, despite that most had sided with me Initially, my support on the Council had waned. He turned them against me. Convinced them that my magics made me untrustworthy. The last straw was when we voted to outlaw Necromancy eleven to one. So despite sitting Second Chair on the Shadow Syndicate’s first high council, the other eleven tried to kill me. Because Ben had convinced them Blood magic was another form of necromancy. Because i would not give him the secret to my long life. So I destroyed them. But it nearly killed me. And in the fourty years it took me to recover this form, to stay alive… he had rebuilt. And slaughtered the necromantic council. Manipulated the founding of a new country. Made the Louisiana purchase, where i had fled to. Killed my allies.” Her own eyes were filled with anger. “We were supposed to create a better place for mages. AND other magical beings. We were not supposed to be a bouncer at the door of an exclusive club, deciding who or what counted as deserving of our protection, and exterminating the rest.” her fist slammed down on the counter. “He took everything… our hopes, our plans, and twisted them to his own ideals. And tried to destroy anyone who got in his way. The only pleasure I got was standing over his death bed and making him a promise. That I would outlive him. And that I would outlive his Legacy.”She was a reasonable creature and patient, she had to be being twenty-five hundred years old and existing with the Shadow Council hounding her movements... when they could find her. So she waited and listened to entirety of what Nyx had to say about her previous stint actually on the Shadow Council and she sighed, walking around the counter to embrace her friend gently. “I’m sorry, Spice Rack. You have been betrayed as much as the rest of us have been.” Astraya murmured softly in her ear, rubbing the witch’s back comfortingly. “No fear though, we will have our retribution. All of us. Dragon, Fae, Witches, Nymphs, Selkies, Sirens, Merfolk... everyone who has felt the oppressive boot of the Shadow Syndicate on their neck since its inception.” Astraya didn’t press for more information about Nyx’s past, about her secrets. Those were her own and she would share them when she was ready. “Now, I believe I promised you a tour of my hoard... just don’t get handsy... the security system is customized.”Nyxera blinked when she was dragged into a hug, Astraya rubbing her back. It was… unexpected. “Maybe I’m still Naive… but mages aren't bad. I know if they learn all that the shadow syndicate has done, they’ll turn on them too… I have to at least try.” she smiled, hugging her friend back. The reminder of the tour was a welcome distraction, and Nyx straightened her vest, standing up from her stool and finishing her expresso. “Yes yes. No touching the dragon booty.” she winked at the redhead.Astraya turned in her red heels and wiggled her hips a little with a smirk on her lips. “Now now, I didn’t say you couldn’t touch the booty... just not the hoard. I had to ‘rescue’ many beautiful, historical artifacts from the numerous revenue services across the globe.” She teased, giving her friend a playful wink. After all, she hadn’t had anyone to play with in this form in a long time... and with ten greedy bellies with wings, it would be awhile. Her heels made soft clicks at the dragon strutted through the stone halls, hewn and polished to a satisfactory smoothness and she gave a large boulder a shove with her shoulder, moving it from before the entrance of a cavern... whose floor was almost completely covered in mounds and mounds of gold coins, jewels, and strings of pearls. The cavern was twelve feet high from floor to ceiling and there were stone steps leading down in a corner to more vaults that were crammed full of the loot. At the back was a hall that led to yet another cave that was lit from above and Nyx could glimpse several white marble pedestals clustered in that room beyond.Nyxera grinned, walking after her eagerly. “Ooohhh…. So is that why they still can’t find the lost Nazi gold train? I’ve always posited a Dragon swiped it…” she watched the dragon shift the large stone, before talking a slow step inside, looking around in awe. “Well i suppose after two thousand some odd years… it would be impressive…” she murmured softly. “Though to be honest I’m more excited to see the art.” she grinned a little. Gold and jewels were fun and all, but art…. That was one of a kind.Astraya grinned at her friend’s enthusiasm for something that was quite nearly priceless. “Well those Nazi freaks weren’t very tasty and playing with the occult when they really didn’t know what they were doing with it...” She beckoned her friend to follow her down the stone stairs and into the hallway at the back of the gold-filled room. “The art is just one more room back and then it has many floors... I couldn’t help myself, there are so many beautiful pieces that artists have done and they were dead, it’s not like they would miss them.” The dragon commented over her shoulder as she passed by the pedestals holding pottery pieces, a golden cup that looked very old, gems that seemed to pulse with green or black auras and then she pushed open a door off of the room in the wall that led into a clean, white painted cavern, hung all over with delicate renderings by the hands of many artists throughout time, some thought to be lost forever to the annals of history.Nyxera followed her through, stopping to look at all the intricate artifacts and pottery, impressed by Astraya’s taste and the vastness of her collection. She kept chasing after her, only to get sidetracked and distracted by something else, ooohing over it. But when they finally got to the art wing of the Dragon’s hoard, she stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth open a little. “Oh…. oh…. I could spend months in here….” she whispered softly, slowly walking up to one of the first pieces. “Portrait of a Lady by Caravaggio” she breathed out, in awe. “Thought lost in the burning of Berlin… during world war two.”Astraya had a little knowing smirk on her face as her friend oohed and ahhed over her hoard, delighting in the fact Nyx had the classical tastes she had about a few things. “I know, isn’t it lovely. I might have had a bit to do with the burning of Berlin at that point... they just annoyed me and I really wanted this piece, it was too beautiful to let those pricks have it.” She looked a little smug at her admission of stints as a burglar of sorts, liberating pieces and collections here and there. “I’ve been all over history I guess you could say... had to have a souvenir from every age.” She chuckled, turning around in the center of the room and waving a hand at the sheer variety of her collection. “And of course there is a stairway over there leading down for more.” Astraya said offhandedly, pointing in the direction of the far wall.“Well damn what do I have to do to impress you, steal the mona Lisa?” she teased. “Though in all honesty, the Louvre is one of the most respectful places when it comes to how they treat their art. I’ve never been more impressed by a museum. Be nice to them.” not that she could have done anything if Astraya really wanted something from the Louvre, but damn the French knew how to take care of their artifacts. She’d come back and spend a day or two to fully admire the collection of art and other artifacts, but for now she reluctantly followed Astraya further in. “I wouldn’t say no to adding the lady to my collection, but you’ll have to be very careful when you take her. I hear they have air and moisture sensors in the casing around her in the Louvre.” The redhead moved smartly down another staircase, the lightning doing the same with the motion sensors like everywhere else in her home and turning on when there was detectable movement in the airea. “Now these ones aren’t exactly paintings. But heirogylphs are similar, right?” The below room was more of an Egyptian theme of curated pieces.Nyxera smiled appreciatively. “The basis for aspects of my magic came from Egyptian Sorcerers. There might not be many, if any at all, left, but writing in stone was definitely advantageous.” she stopped in front of one spectacular statue, in pristine condition, the paint still intact, at least twice her size. “You swiped this statue of Hatshepsut when they were recently done carving it, didn’t you…” she teased, making a mockery of a disapproving face. “Naughty Dragon.” her lips curled up into a smile. But as easily distracted as she was, Nyx found herself kneeling next to a bunch of old scrolls, studying the writings on them. “Oh these could be handy…” she murmured softly. “Perhaps next time I visit you’d allow me to read through them? I’d never dream of asking to remove them from your care, of course.”“Of course you can read through them, but please take care to keep the preserving magic on the pieces, it’s keeping air and finger oils and such from deteriorating the artifacts. As you can see by some of the older datings on them, these pieces in particular are quite old and could have disintegrated many years ago.” As she spun around the room to let Nyx inspect the rest of her collection at her leisure for the room. “So, you’ve come to see the little ones, and stuff them full of sugar until they pass out. I’ve given you my promised tour of my hoard and collections... and you’ve gotten a little bit of ancient dragon blood to play with for your handy blood worm-spies... is there anything else I can do to make your guesting here a little more comfortable or did you want to move straight to relaxing with a bit of a special wine I’ve got in the cooler?”Nyxera nodded eagerly. “Of course of course. I’d just be reading through them and copying relevant bits anyways. Can’t do it today as i didn’t bring a workbook with me, but I know where they are now, and i don't expect them to disappear ever.” she grinned playfully, popping back up onto her feet. “Oh no, i’ve been very comfortable, even took precautions for the heat.” she tapped the glyph carved into her collar bone. “Thinking about leaving this one. Works on cold too. So i can wear my mini skirts in an alaskan winter.” she giggled, falling back into step with her friend. “Wine sounds delightful.”The dragon gave Nyx an incredulous look at her mention of keeping the glyph so she can wear skimpy things in Alaska. “Why on earth would you go somewhere like Alaska? Dreadful place. About as bad as those ice caps that keep melting. Shame about that really, makes hiding some of my water and ice kin a bit more difficult. Humans are such a pestilence on this world... too bad they can’t die off quicker.” The dragon sniffed haughtily, guiding her friend back upstairs and opening the wine fridge she had specially installed in the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of a deep red that was sure to be delicious with the plum, cherry, and raspberry extracts running through it. She pulled down a couple glasses and filled them partway, leaving the bottle on the counter in case Nyx wanted more and took her glass to the lounge, perching on a squishy armchair and leaving other comfortable sitting places open for her friend should she so choose, before she reached over and touched a smartphone on the coffee table, turning on some background music from some group that reminded her of ancient days in Eire.Nyxera laughed softly. “Oh i’ve had one or two reasons to go there, but no, temperature wise this glyph will work to keep my temperature steady in extreme temperatures. Otherwise wearing leather pants to a dragon’s lair would have been the worst fashion faux pas since shoulderpads and parachute pants.” Nyx took her glass and sprawled out on a rather nice chaise lounge in a deep green color. “Not all humans are bad. Or did you forget that I am one, Cher Ami.” she teased, taking a sip of the wine after smelling it. “Oh this is divine. Probably second best, but my opinion is slightly biassed. I have two bottles left of a vampiric blood wine that was ‘rescued’ from an estate before the Syndicate burned the vampire’s home to the ground. He’d already fled, so I couldn’t help myself…. I had twelve of them… but they were so good, and i was admittedly in a rather fowl mood for the decade or two after I got them…” “Blood wine? I didn’t know they still did that, the vampires... it’s been a few ages since I’ve stumbled across one... and you are as much a human as I am, my friend. Once you start aging past two hundred in this world, you cease to be human because the human point-of-view, the view where life is so fleeting, so short, it’s a bit lost on us immortals.” She sipped the red wine in her glass and smacked her lips in relish. “Maybe that’s why they ruin the planet the way they do... they don’t really have much care or regard for the future generations, when they can’t really see that far into the future in their short lifespans.” Astraya mused to herself quietly, reaching out and playing with the hem of Nyx’s leather pants. “You, have a fashion faux? Never!”Nyxera laughed softly. “And yet most of those bastards on the council are at least a hundred…. But they’ll never live like us. Like me. I’m taking my secret to eternal youth to the grave. They resort to vampirism, or litchdom, or magic that prolongs but can not prevent the inevitable…” she shrugged. “Honestly it's the idealists amongst them. The children. If they can avoid their ideas and hopes and dreams being crushed, or forced into moulds by adults who think they know better, maybe they stand a chance… but that's probably too much to hope for.” “In the meantime, we’ll solve the Syndicate problem. Give them a chance to prove they can be better. If not…” she drained her glass. “We’ll let pestilence release Space Gonorrhea.”Astraya pressed her lips together and nodded thoughtfully as she sipped from her glass again, smirking at the thought of their mutual friend releasing a very silly-named unknown disease. “That’s all we really have, Nyx. Hope for the future... for the young ones, that they will do better than their predecessors. I hope that mine do not have to hide out in a desert from the Syndicate. That’s why I am with you.” She lifted her glass in salute to Nyx. “Cheers.” And the dragon followed Nyx’s example, draining her glass. (Two months prior)*Edmund*CoraEdmund walked through the streets of Las Vegas, his pale skin seeming to be in the shade despite the setting sun shining right onto him. He had been in Vegas for a few days already, having arrived long before his prey so that he could become used to the city. The security at the facility was tight, and even with his abilities it would be difficult to penetrate alone, which lead him out into the waning sun in frustration. The strip held no interest to him, filled with it’s drunken debaucherous crowd, and so he wandered the nearby areas in search of entertainment. Soon enough he came across a portrait of a beautiful young thing, a singer from the looks of it. Along with reviews from many reputable critics, it showed that her next performance would be that night, in the Pearl Theater. “Such a pretty thing. Even if she can’t sing this will be one fun night.” His voice was deep and rich, a touch of an accent in his words, though what accent is anyone’s guess. Cora sighed softly as she sat in her room while the rest of her band was down in the concert hall setting up for tonight. It was a big night for her since it would be one of the biggest audiences she would be singing for and though she has gotten use to performing her nerves were starting to get the best of her this time. “At least after tonight I will be able to relax for a few days…” She mumbled to herself as she put the finishing touches on her makeup before heading to the hall herself for some warm up practice before tonight. The young woman sighed once more to herself as she burst through the hall doors heading straight for the stage where three tall slender men stood instruments in hand ready to play. As Cora stood in the middle of the stage she took a deep breath before letting out a bellowing scream that echoed in the hall.With the start of her performance fast approaching, he set out purposefully towards the theater. It wasn’t to busy at the box office, as most of the people that wanted tickets had already bought them online. The youth behind the glass looked up at him and opened his mouth, but Edmund cut him off. “How much for a private seat?” The kid shook his head lazily. “The private boxes are all booked.” With a sigh the vampire pulled out a set of wrapped hundred dollar bills, the label reading $5000. “Give take a grand of that for the box itself and give the rest to whomever you must to get me a box.” His eyes flashed, bright amber glinting in the last slivers of sunlight. “Don’t keep me waiting.”As the seats began to fill with chattering people Cora stood in back finishing off what would be her third bottle of ice cold water. The only downside side of her being in a band were the hot stage lights that where directed at her which made her become dehydrated quite quickly sometimes. “Ten minutes until the curtain raises.” The stage hand said as Cora nodded to her while the rest of the band got into position. The young woman took one final deep breath before the curtain slowly rose, everyone that were in the seat quickly stood cheering and chanting as loud as they could. The music soon began and Cora put all her energy into and sung her heart out It had taken a few minutes, and the kid calling his manager, but eventually a couple in their mid thirties walked down the stairs looking oddly satisfied with the fact that they were getting kicked from their seats. He was personally escorted by the manager to his box, happily surprised to find a very nice bottle of Pino chilling in a bucket of ice next to the main seat. “It’s on the house sir, after your generous payment.” He thanked the manager and settled in, the show starting right as he poured himself a glass. Edmund stood from his seat and moved to the balcony, enjoying the atmosphere. It wasn’t his normal type of music, a little too modern for his taste, but he found himself bobbing his head along, watching the lead singer strut around the stage. It was like she was weaving her very soul into the words.As the concert ended Cora took her bow along with the other band members while the curtain lowered back down. The young woman took a deep breath grabbing a towel and whipping the sweat off her face before quickly rushing for the bottles of water backstage. Gasping deeply like she was a fish out of water she down several bottles of the clear cool liquid down as quickly as she could. “I think I might have overdone it a little bit this time.” She mumbled quietly to herself as she sat on the couch that was provided while fanning herself to cool off. After a few moments she snapped her fingers and ordered the three men to pack everything up and head back to their rooms. Once alone she sighed deeply and layed down on the couch staring up at the ceiling thinking to herself.Edmund had recognized the song for what it was after listening for a while, his many centuries immersed in the magical world having taught him many things about the various denizens of this world. “No wonder she had gotten such good reviews, even without trying she would be charming people into loving her music. And siren or not, she is such a pretty little thing.” With a smile he started out the door of the box, headed backstage. He walked with confidence, like one that knew where he was going. To most mortals, appearance of permission or right is the same thing as having it. When Edmund arrived at the door labeled with her name he could only catch the scent of one person inside, and considering whomever it was smelled of the ocean he figured it was be her. He squared up and knocked on the door, a warm smile settling on his face as he waited for it to open.Cora groaned a bit as she heard a knock on her door not wanting to be bothered by any possible fans that found their way backstage. “Just a minute.” She called out as she stretched out her body a bit before standing up and straightening her clothes to be a bit more presentable. Once she reached the door she paused for a second as the sent of Rowan Bark raising her brow she shook her head before opening the door. “May I…..help….you?” The young woman asked slowly trailing off as she stood at the fairly taller gentleman in front of her as her mind tried to figure out why she felt like she knew this man standing in front of her.He turned on every bit of charisma he had, letting his full power be felt before reeling it back in. “Maybe. You see, I’ve been in a bit of a bind lately. I have all sorts of resources, money, power, and yet no one to use them on. When i saw you on stage i figured the least i could do was ask if you were free to grab a bite.”Taking a step back as she felt Edmund’s power before taking a slight breath as she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. “Food does sound right now, but I will only agree if I get to choose where we eat tonight.” Cora said smirking slightly as she headed back into her room to gather her things up.Edmund chuckled as she said that, watching her walk very closely. “Who ever said i was talking about food?” He flashed his fangs and stepped into the room, the shadows of the room reaching towards him like a long lost friend. “This would do just fine.”“Too bad because I know a wonderful sushi place.” Cora quickly turned back towards him, her coat covering her now claw like hands ready to attack. “Now if I were you I would be careful on what you do next.” She warned keeping her eyes on him as she watched the shadows.“Oh come now, no need to be hostile. Can’t a guy just use a cheesy line every once in a while?” He shooed away the shadows, grinning more good naturedly this time. “Sushi sounds lovely. On my dime of course. Will your slaves...I mean bandmates, be joining us?”Sighing softly while she shook her head retracting her claws before putting her coat on. “Not tonight, I am nice enough to let them relax every once in a while.” Cora smiled softly at Edmund as she headed towards him her eyes glancing over him. Walking past him she gave him a bit of a smirk before heading out of the room and down the hall heading towards the exit. “Did you enjoy the show?” She called back her voice echoing as she glanced back.With a grin he followed, unable to keep his eyes off of her. “Yes, i did. Not my normal type of music, but there was something….enchanting about it.” He chuckled a bit at his pun, catching up with her right as they got outside. Like a gentleman he offered her his arm, some habits hard to break even after all this time.Raising a brow as she looked over at his gestured before wrapping her arm around his. “That was a bit on the punny side.” Taking a deep breath as they stepped out into night air Cora looked up at the night sky enjoying looking at the stars for a bit. “If you are paying I am warning you now I absolutely love sushi.” Slightly tugging on his arm heading in the direction of the restaurant. The young woman hummed softly as they headed down the street soon arriving at their destination. Cora licked her lips slightly as she smelled the fresh fish being served as they pushed passed the main doors. Edmund laughed when she warned him. “Trust me, money is no object. I could probably buy the restaurant and still have plenty of cash to spare.” He enjoyed the feeling of a woman on his arm as they walked, the smell of seafood as they approached the restaurant mixing with her natural scent perfectly. Once inside he talked with the hostess, using a little bit more cash to secure them a private table near the back. At their table he pulled out her chair and pushed her in before using some shadows to pull out and push in his own chair. “So, tell me a little about yourself.”Cora sat down scooting her chair in a bit not bothering to look at the menu since she has indulge herself here more than a few times. “Well I guess telling you my name would be a nice thing now wouldn’t it.” She chuckled a bit as she leaned back in her seat crossing her arms as she did so. “Corealei, but Cora is what I typically go by now a days.” The young woman tapped her chin a bit as she thought to herself for a bit thinking of how much she should tell him right away. “I’m sure you can figure out I am older than I appear of course.”He nodded, a common trait for many of the hidden races was a young human appearance. “Pleasure to meet you Cora, my name is Edmund. And yes, i figured as much. Though from what i can tell, you’re still fairly young. As for how old I am versus how old i look, i lost track a while ago. Individual years lose their meaning after a while.” A waiter appeared for their drink orders, and he bought them a very nice bottle of wine to share. “Yeah birthdays are something I no longer care to celebrate, besides there really isn’t anyone that I have to celebrate them with.” Cora sighed a bit as she took the glass of wine and pressed it to her lips taking a slow sip. “So what brings you to L.V. Edmund?” She asked softly taking another sip of wine before ordering a few plates of her favorite sushi. After ordering a small plate for himself, he have her a cheeky grin. “Well darlin, I got some personal business with a big wig in the area. Need to personally make a point, not just send a message. I came out early to relax, it isn’t often i leave Georgia for any length of time.” And of course to scout out the building, but she has no need to know that. Cora nodded as she finished off her glass of wine before adjusting in her seat a bit. “Las Vegas isn’t that bad of a place...There is just a lot of people and that can be overwhelming sometimes if you don’t like crowds.” The young woman said licking her lips when their food arrived. Picking up her chopsticks the young woman took in a deep breath enjoying the smell of her rolls before eating a few bites. “If you would like when you are not busy I could show you around. Tonight was the last concert for a few weeks so I have plenty of time to be a tour guide.” The young woman quickly devoured a plate of sushi licking her lips and wiping her mouth after looking up at the gentlemen before leaning back in her seat.Edmund ate slowly, amused at the siren’s reaction to the fish. “Crowds never bothered me. Most people tend to step out of my way without even me having to do anything. And i have plenty of time when I’m not busy, the guy I am here to see doesn’t come in for another few months. If you wanted, I have plenty of room in my suite for you to stay.” He smirked, sipping his wine and looking into her eyes. “I’m not sure i would be able to accommodate your ‘friends’ however.”“Well you don’t really waste that much time do you?” Cora said chuckling softly as she poured herself some more wine. “I would have to decline that offer this time around.” The young woman stretched in her seat after finished her last plate of sushi wiping her mouth clean with her napkin. Running her fingers through her hair Cora sighed contently giving Edmund a smile. “Thank you for providing me with this delicious dinner and your company.” Slowly finishing off her second glass of wine she glanced around the restaurant at everyone chatting away before focusing her eyes back on Edmund.He shrugged and leaned back, not at all perturbed by her refusal. “Life is full of time, why not do with it what you wish? Even for ones such as us the joys of the moment are things to be savored. A good meal, a nice book, the company of a beautiful woman. It was my pleasure of course.” He took out one of his personal cards and passed it to her. It read ‘Edmund Vause, Collector of Literary Masterpieces’. On the back were various ways to contact him, including his email and cell number. “Should you wish to keep in touch.”The young woman reached out her fingers lightly brushing his as she took the card from his hand. “Why thank you.” She said a smile on her face before digging in one of her pockets pulling out a blank piece of paper. Cora quickly wrote down the hotel she was staying at along with the room number and her number before handing it to him. “If you get bored while out here and I'm not in my room I am usually at the pool.” She glance down at her phone checking the time before standing up and holding out her hand for Edmund to shake. “It was a pleasure meeting you Edmund but I must head back for the night”He reaches for her hand, taking it in his and kissing the back of it with a seductive smile on his face. “The pleasure was all mine Cora, and you can be sure that I will call upon your services as a guide in the near future. I thank you for the wonderful evening, and look forward to the next time we meet.” As the waiter came buy with the check Edmund released her hand and passed him his card without looking at the cost, even knowing that she had ordered some high end items. Cora smiled and blushed lightly when he kissed her hand before saying once last goodbye before leaving the restaurant. Once she was back at her hotel she changed into a simple tank top and sweats after removing her eye makeup. “Tonight was an interesting one and a nice change of pace.” Looking at her reflection she smiled to herself before heading over to the windows cracking them open. Cora took in a deep breath of night air before moving to her bed falling onto it passing out soon after.Edmund wandered the streets for a while, his mind lazily drifting from one topic to another. She would be a fun one to hang out with. And with a voice like hers, she could definitely be an asset….hmmm. He contemplated it for a while, before shaking his head. No, I’m not going to drag her into my fight. She has no stake in fighting the Syndicate. With a chuckle he disappeared, the shadows engulfing him as he went back to his room to relax for a while. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A few days passed as Cora sat in her room sifting through her notes that she took about the syndicate, after meeting Edmund she couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew him. Sighing heavily as she hit her head lightly on the desk mumbling quietly to herself. “This is going to bother me until I can figure out why I should know him.” The young woman stood up and stretched a bit before heading down towards the pool hoping a nice swim would help her clear her head. Edmund laid back with a content sigh, the freshly drained meal still cooling on the floor beside him. It was always so simple to get them here, buy them a few drinks at the bar, maybe a nice meal, then they come back here thinking to be in for the time of their lives. Oh how they squirm as he bites down on their neck, moaning out, at least until the fangs sink in. Then it's all screaming and pitiful struggles. He wiped a little bit of blood from his lips and pulled out his phone, along with a number on a piece of paper. Cora...I wonder what the sexy little thing is up to.Once Cora reached the pool she set her things on one of the chairs glancing around at the few other people that were there heading straight to the diving board. “ I’m sure after this swim I can straighten things out in my head….I just wish they didn’t have to put gross chemicals in the water.” She grumbled to herself as she climbed up the ladder to the top diving board. As soon as she reached the top she got in position before driving perfectly into the water with a very little splash. The cold water felt good on her skin as she swam around on the bottom not needing to come up for air any time soon but did so just to appear human like everyone else who was swimming amongst her today.He decided to just take a chance, and sent her a text that read “Hey, this is Edmund. I was wondering if you were free today to help show me around the city some.” Nodding to himself, he looked to the side at the corpse. One thing done, now to dispose of this. It was a simple matter to feed the body into a shadow equivalent of a wood chipper, each piece spirited away to a random shadow somewhere outside of the city limits. Everything had been so much easier since he had figured out how to do that, it made disposal such a breeze.Cora swam over to the edge as soon as she heard her phone ding curious to whom it might be that just messaged her. Pulling herself up and out of the pool she walked over to the chair and began to sift through her things before pulling the phone out and reading the message. “Yeah, I would love to just let me dry off and get dressed. Just meet me out front of the hotel I am staying at.” After replying to the text she nodded a bit while gathering up her things to quickly get ready Maybe while I am showing him around i’ll be able to find out why it feels like I should know him. With a grin he got his stuff together and started out the door. “Who says you need to get dressed? I’m sure you are lovely in whatever you may or may not be in.” As Edmund approached the elevator he quickly wrapped himself in his shadow again, lightly shading every inch of his body to avoid getting burned. When he stepped out onto the street he glared at the sun and slipped on a pair of shades, as even with his magic it was uncomfortable to look around in the bright light. It didn’t take him much time to get to her hotel, and he waited patiently outside of the main door for her to come out.The young woman quickly dried off and changed into her clothes before heading down the stairs not wanting to wait for the elevator. Hearing her phone ping she rolled her eyes after reading the text “Wouldn’t you like to know.” She teased a bit as she reached the bottom of the stairwell. Cora pushed passed a few people as she headed towards the front door seeing Edmund waiting for her. “Hope you weren’t waiting too long.” She ran her fingers through her still wet hair as she approached him tilting her head up a bit since he was quite a few inches taller than her.Edmund chuckled as he got the message. Yes, I very much would like to know. When she came out of the building he offered her his arm again. “Not long at all, a few minutes. I hope i wasn’t interrupting your fun with my message.” he said with a sly grin, knowing there were only a few things that would end up with her needing to dry off and get dressed.Cora chuckled softly as she wrapped her arm around his as they headed out the door. “Sorry to dash your hopes but all you did was interrupt my relaxing swim. That’s quite alright with me though, fresh air sounds nicer at the moment.” She said looking up at him again as they walked down the strip pointing out a few buildings telling him about them. “So I have a question to asked because I have had this feeling since we met that I should know you, but I can figure out for the life of me why.” She said with a bit of a sigh shaking her head a bit. “I know you said you were here to meet up with some big wig and I was wondering who is this big wig exactly?”He was startled for a second, of all the questions he had expected that certainly wasn’t one on his list. I really shouldn’t tell her to much, wouldn’t want to get her in danger. He took a moment to think, before settling on the simplest answer he could. “Just a Vice-chair for a company that has been sticking their noses where they don’t belong. He is supposed to be here sometime in september, at which time i am going to obtain an audience with him and politely reason with him about where their territory lies, and how it ends at the edge of my estate.” As they stopped at a crosswalk she looked up at him having a feeling that there was more to it. “I see...does this company have a name or are you going to keep it anonymous?” Cora batted her eyes at him and gave him a little pout before letting out a bit of a laugh. “Maybe I could help you...I could be very persuasive when I want or need to be.” Once across the street she directed Edmund over to a park bench that was right across from her favorite fountain to look at.Edmund shrugged when she asked about the name. “I would prefer to keep it anonymous. Not that i doubt your abilities, more like i prefer to keep people out of fights that aren’t theirs.” He settled down next to her and smoothly put his arm around her shoulders, chuckling. “I am sure you can be very persuasive, just be careful who you use it on. Some people don’t take to kindly to being charmed.”“Trust me I have learned that quickly.” Cora leaned back a bit as she watched the water dance in the fountain making her feel relax her mind wandering back through all the information she was sifting through earlier. He said they would be here sometime in September I know I saw something about that month in one of my notes. After a few moment of her sitting there quickly she quickly sat straight up turning towards him her voice barely audible and her eyes wide. “Shadow Syndicate...That’s why I know you” Time seemed to crawl to a halt when she mentioned the Syndicate, his demeanor changing in an instant from relaxed to alert. He never changed his position, but he let his power seep through once more, the warning implicit. “What do you know about the Syndicate?” He said softly, his eyes boring into hers. “And more importantly, how do you know me through them?”Cora didn’t break eye contact with Edmund as she took a slow deep breath trying relax her body just in case she needed to move quickly out of the way. “I know they are a bunch of assholes that need to pay what they did to my family.” The young woman said gritting her teeth at the thought of them. “I also know they have been trying oh so hard to recruit this very stubborn and powerful vampire to join their ranks which has constantly failed.” Without breaking eye contact Cora reached in one of her pockets feeling around for some of the papers she kept on her of places the Syndicate were staying holding it out to Edmund.He scoffed when she mentioned them trying to join their ranks, not entirely convinced yet that she was legit, but convinced enough to lay off a bit. He took a second to settle down before reaching for the paper and reading through the list with an open mind and a grain of salt. It was fairly detailed, hotels, resorts, casinos, all with room numbers.”And what exactly is this? Besides the beginning of a stalker, or a serial killer?”“It’s the whole reason I am here, I am not exactly able to take down the syndicate all by myself I am not that powerful….yet. ” The young woman leaned back once again sighing heavily looking back at the fountain. “Because of them my brother is dead and the rest of my people are in hiding too scared to fight back.” She grumbled crossing her arms over her chest before looking back up at him. “I have come here against my families wishes because I believe the Syndicate deserves to pay for what they have done.”“So you're telling me that you came here, without a plan, with only a list of rooms that depending on when you got them might be outdated, and fledgling abilities that you don’t have full access to, in order to stop what is effectively a magical cartel, and the top dog at that?” The sheer audacity of it was stunning to him, and he couldn’t do much more than wait for her answer. What was this girl thinking?“Trust me I make sure everything is up to date, I spent the last twenty years away from my home gathering information on these bastards and it ended up leading me here.” Cora stood up stretching before walking over to the fountain and sitting on the ledge the mist gently hitting her. “You came up quite a lot in their reports Edmund and they are very determined to get you on their side, I mean with how powerful you are why wouldn’t they want you.” The young woman laughed lightly as she reached down swirling her fingers in the water. Edmund scoffed, shaking his head. “I think at this point they have given up on turning me to their side and are just trying to eradicate a symbol of their own impotence. Not that they really stand a chance, there are very few beings in this world that could even make me sweat a little.” He watched her play with the water for a second, a small grin settling on his face. “So kid, what’s the plan? If you know about me, and know what i am here to do, where do we go from here?”“I know you are older than I but did you really have to call me kid?” She asked looking over at him with a slightly glare and crinkle in her nose. “As for our plan I am still working on that. Though I have been able to find out there might be others somewhere around here that want the same thing.” She smirked slightly as she formed a sphere of water in her hand. Letting it hover for a second she quickly launched the water at Edmund. He didn’t even flinch, the shadows from the bench leaping in front of him as a shield, while her own shadow rapidly grew like ivy over her body before solidifying, leaving her unable to move. “Age has nothing to do with it. Experience does. Even if that wasn’t an actual attack there are many who would kill you in an instant for doing that. Actions like that are why i call you kid.” He let the shield drop but kept her restrained before, with a soft smile on his face, he released her. “Be glad I’m not in the mood to take you home with me, at least not unwillingly.” Cora gasped a bit as she felt her shadow around her as she watched Edmund's shadows shield him. After she was released she quickly stood up moving around a bit before heading back over to where he was sitting. “Yea, you made your point Edmund. So now what do we do? All of my information on the syndicate are back at my hotel.” She plopped back down beside him leaning back and looking up at the sky. “We could head back there and start forming a plan while we look for others that could help us.”“We have a few months before the big fish is here, so there is no need to rush. We can get together and plan things out any time, let’s just relax and enjoy the day.” He looked at her with a smirk and put an arm around her shoulders, lightly stroking her upper arm, a different idea popping into his head. “That doesn’t mean we can’t go back to your hotel room, but i don’t think that much planning would get done.” The young woman looked over at her arm that he was stroking goosebumps forming as he did so before she heard him. He face felt warm and turned bright red as she looked at him “I have never met anyone as persistent as you Edmund.” Cora took a few breaths to calm herself down as her fingers fidgeted in her lap.Edmund smiled at her words, still slowly tracing small patterns on her arm and enjoying the her reaction. “Ah, but i am not just persistent. I am also patient. I have no trouble with waiting, for who will cut my time short? It just gives me more time to enjoy whatever I am interested in if i get to it earlier rather than later.” “You are truly something else I can tell you that.” She chuckled softly before her stomach began to gurgle which made her blush of embarrassment this time. “Well I think it’s time to eat would you care to join me again or do you have other matters to attend to?” Cora slowly stood up and looked back at him with a smile. “If you do join you can decided where we go to eat is that a deal?” He started laughing when her grumbling belly broke the mood, standing up with her and wrapping his arm around her shoulder instead of offering it to her. “Lunch sounds like a great idea. Though don’t expect me to eat much, i had a snack not long before I left the hotel, and it was to die for.” He started steering her in the direction of a good burger joint he had found a few days ago, just enjoying her company.Cora Nodded as she followed beside him her stomach rumbling every so often until they reached the burger joint. “Don’t worry about buying my food this time I can take care of it, even if you have a great deal of money.” The young woman smiled and gave him a wink as they waited to be seated. “I have another question that I am sure you can help me with but…..do you mind helping me become a better fighter?” She asked sheepishly looking up at him with big doe eyes.He gave her a smile and followed the hostess when she came to seat them, sliding into the booth. “I wouldn’t mind it at all. But a lot of fighting is instinct and reactions. Those are hard to train into someone. Right now your power is a tool, and a powerful one. It needs to be an extension of your own body.” He ordered a bloody mary to drink when the waitress came, and continued to review the menu as he talked.She slid in across from him listening intently while glancing down at the menu every once in a while. “That does make a lot of sense.” Cora laughed lightly before ordering a couple glasses a water along with a simple burger and fries. “I guess I should start working on that since we are dealing with powerful men after all.”“Powerful beings, not powerful men. There are many things in the syndicate that are not of man at all, or used to be men but are so much more. And as for your power, you can train it in the simplest of ways. Use it to stir a drink without making a mess, create a light mist for your stage performances. Try writing your name in the water, using both the empty space and the actual water for the letters at different points. The object of using power, is total control over it. I can do anything with my shadows that i can do with my hands. I wouldn’t even have to walk if i didn’t want to. To many people overestimate what you can get with nothing more than raw power.”“Well I guess I have a better use for the pool now.” Cora smiled bright while sitting back waiting for the food to arrive. “I can have my men stand out the the pool entrance while I practice...or...you could possibly if you want to be my bodyguard for the night.” The young woman said as she reached over with her foot lightly tapping his.Edmund grinned, nodding. “I think i could do that one. It’s always better to leave the mortals out of it when doing stuff like training your powers anyway. They are so fragile, if something goes wrong it could be the end of them.” He reached out his foot a little, lightly rubbing against her leg. “And besides, getting to see you in a swimsuit? Not going to miss that.” The waitress arrived with their food at that point, and he flashed her a smile as she laid out the food.Cora laughed a bit blushing slightly as she shook her head a bit. “If I'm going to do this right I will have to change out of this form.” She said after the waitress left. Looking down at her burger she licked her lips and dug in. “How long will you be able to stay for Edmund?”He tore into his burger, dripping juices everywhere, and thought for a minute. “Well….I was resting until pretty late earlier, and i got some fresh blood right when i woke up. Since I’m not planning any kind of big assault that would need to use my reserves, I can stay as long as you need. And not just for the training.” He winked, using the shadows to lightly stroke her arm in that same spot, feeling like skin on skin.She rolled her eyes though smiled softly eating quietly once she finished her food she quickly drank all her water. “I'll practice until I'm ready to fall asleep and don't be alarmed if I don't come up for air after a while.” Cora let out a bit of a laugh happy that she will be able to go back to her regular form even if it was for a short while. “I can't wait it’s been a few years since I've been able to be myself again so to speak.”Edmund smiled, happy to see her excited for training. “I grew up around Ireland and spent a few hundred years in the area, I’m familiar with the habits of the more aquatically inclined. Do you want me to carry you to your room when you pass out, or leave you in the water for a while?” He pushed his plate away as he talked. In no time flat he had demolished the burger, though there was not a stain to be had, nor any juices dripping anywhere.Cora placed a finger on her chin as she thought for a few moments. “Just leave me in the water for a little while please. Like I said it has been a while since I've taken my form.” The young woman sighed happy and she looked over Edmund raising her brow slightly. “Not a drop on you it seems my good sir.” She giggled a bit before digging through her pockets for her money.He smiled and nodded. “I dress to impress, and will do whatever i need to maintain this appearance.” When the waitress came by he passed her his card, saying “Same check please.” Once she had gone he looked over at Cora. “A gentleman never allows a lady to pay for herself if he can afford it.”“Even so I told you not to worry about it.” She crossed her arms and fixing him a playful glare. Once everything was paid for and the waitress came back Cora stood up straightening herself up waiting for Edmund. “Shall we go so I can train to my heart's content.” The young woman smiled brightly before heading towards the door.Edmund got up and followed her out, glad she was happy and willing to improve. Hopefully her happy attitude will persist through the training as well, cause it is going to be a long and grueling month to get her in fighting shape. He couldn’t afford to take an untrained fighter out, she would just be a liability. So he would have to train her hard, and fast.As soon as they arrived at her hotel Cora led Edmund down to the pool. “Okay Edmund as soon as I get whomever is at the right now to leave block the entire area off. Though I am sure you already figured that out.” She said as she looked over her shoulder at him. Luckily for the young woman not many people were swimming which would make things got a bit faster. After taking a breath she began to sing in a softer and more airy voice then what she would normally do on stage. Within a matter of minutes the people that were swimming and having fun stood up and left the area.He turned towards the doors when the last person was out. “Go ahead and change, either right there or in the ladies locker room. Just tell me when you are comfortable with me turning around.” He made a small curtain out of shadow, tying it off so that it maintained its shape without him controlling it, and hung it over the set of doors leading to the pool with a sign that said Closed for maintenance. It was an easy solution, but that was why it would work so well.“Turn around now please.” Cora waited for Edmund to put his back to her before quickly undressing herself. Once finished the you woman hurried to the pool quickly jumping in large bubbles forming at the top of the water. Once everything settled Cora’s horns where the first this to pop up from the water, soon after her head surfaced her eyes locked on Edmund Upon her signal he turned, grinning at the sight of her beautiful face floating above the surface of the water. Knowing there was a decent chance he was going to get wet, he decided he might as well undress a little. He took off his normal coat, shirt, and slacks, as well as his socks and shoes, leaving him in just his boxers. “Hey there gorgeous, figured i should probably get prepared in case I get wet.” With a flick of his wrists the shadows swallowed his clothes, storing them for later.Cora blushed lightly as she began to swim swiftly around the pool, doing a few laps before stopping over by Edmund. “It does feel good to be like this once again...I feel free.” Though she was speaking her lips did not move but a smile did appear before she drove under water.With a grin he sat at the edge of the pool, dangling his legs in and watching her swim. The clear water did little to hide her, and there was no question that she was even more beautiful in her element. The water seemed to slip around her like air would to a normal person. “I can understand that. There are things that i get to do only once in a great while, due to their toll. But they are also when I feel the most free.”“I hope that one day I will be able to do this more often.” Cora sighed as she swam for a few moments relaxing before she began her training. “Okay let's do this.” She gave him a nod before heading to the center of the pool taking a deep breath she began to make the water twist and turn around her her webbed claw like hands ever so slightly moving. Cora knew this was going to be a difficult month but she was determined to make herself stronger for the fight ahead. "Yeah, lets do the ND filter, this place got enough sun to burn your retina for good. What do you think?"The voice, while lively and energetic, seemed to be actually bothered by the weather, as field work and filming could be one of the most excruciating and dangerous aspects of the endeavor. The other person took his time to respond, looking around as if judging the empty space they were on: The newly built shadowy office as a background, with a metal fence around it, giving easily a hundred meters worth of distance from every direction as space for other security checks, containers and other facilities for those working in the area. It was the one year anniversary of the event that could have changed the world, for better or worse. Officially blamed on terrorists, this myth was slowly being debunked by the sheer impossibility of hiding so much bullshit when extracting what remained of the Shadow Council's lab."ND sounds okay. I am keeping one for interiors in my pocket and an extra one if it starts raining, but we should be good."The second man, an north-asian looking male with a fairly perfect english pronunciation, even if he was clearly not from there. After applying the len's filter directly by fitting the extra piece on the front, he proceeded to check on other technical details, the other male there taking a few steps away to observe what they would be working with today. Brightly colored was his hair, but not in a natural way. Green, yellow and pink mixed in a tall looking hair, that undoubtedly looked fine, but raised so many questions from the fans: How much hair gel did he use, how often did he paint it so that even the root was colorful? Did the carpet match the drapes?All those questions were left to the imagination, and for good reason. People online LOVED a mystery. Theory videos had popped up constantly not only about the content of the channel, but the creator itself. He was a fine host, even if one of the strangest ones that Pestilence had ever took over. And if personality was allowed to the being inside, one of the most endearing and interesting challenges it had ever to tackle.He looked upon the crater, with a confident smirk on his face, his hand twirling a non-existent mustache, as he was well aware that some chaos was to be caused, a perfect opportunity to further ALL his agendas: Give the middle finger to the villainy named "Shadow Council", get some on-the-spot coverage of an international incident and most of all, get all those sweet, sweet e-bucks. Unless something too violent happens on screen, then that is demonetization, and Pest did not want that to happen.His eyes looked around, trying to find the indicative of any of the other two girls that would be there. In the daylight, it was kinda obvious that part of his success was on his looks alone: He looked like a young god, but at the same time, relatable, almost as if he was the world's most welcoming peacock. He had the face, body and attitude of an almost perfect being, but at the same time, not so perfect as to appear unreachable. A little fat here and there, a general lack of muscle and a chin that gave him the air of someone trustworthy enough for anyone to open up with and expect a truly heartfelt response. This all had been carefully studied and altered by Pestilence itself, creating the image that now was burned into the screens worldwide."Okay, ready here. Just tell me when."The cameraman/ helper proclaimed.Focusing back onto the camera that was now pointed at him, Pestilence took a deep breath, even if it was not necessary. The being was taking seriously the "playing the part" part, an aspect that it took from the host body."Heyyy, you beautiful fuckers. How have you all been doing? This is yer friend Hypechondria, back again with another video, live just like the memory of what happened in this place behind us!" Overlooking the office, on top of a nearby hotel, a shadowy figure of a man stood and watched the final preparations for the soon-to-be-started event. He stood tall, the sun to his back, though his shadow was remarkably short, barely reaching the edge of the building he was standing on the roof of. Raven black shoulder length hair framed his visage, meticulously styled and kept in place. Shadowy wasn't even a bad way to describe him. Despite the sun beating down from on high, on the edge of a flat rooftop, his entire body seemed to be in the shade. His amber eyes sparkled with anticipation, ready for everything to be in place. Soon I will finally give these fuckers a piece of my mind. It had been a long time coming, but it would be well worth it. Edmund chuckled as he turned from the gathering mages below, looking over the other buildings nearby. No rooftop security that I can see, though I should start a circuit of the area just to be sure I didn't miss anyone. His eyes shifted, darkness swiftly overcoming their amber color, before he seemed to be swallowed by his own shadow. A few buildings over the shadow of an air conditioner grew, and out of it he stepped, transported across the distance in an instant. It didn't take him long to realize he was going to be up here for a while. This is going to take a bit. better message Cora. He pulled out his phone and sent her a quick message. Hey, I'm gonna be tied up for a bit with final checks. Is everything good on your end? He then sighed, and went about his work, thoroughly looking in every nook and cranny of the rooftops, moving in a clockwise circle around the office. It was only a year ago that nyx had stood on a rooftop, staring down at the same building below. They’d learned their lesson it seemed, and had warded the foundations against what she’d done previously, as well as several other things.“Well will you look at that. The preschoolers can learn things!” she giggled, stretching out her fishnet covered legs into the wind and throwing back her arms. As much as she hated waiting, it was better for her to be here and in place before things got busy. And she had to keep moving. They had Justicars doing sweeps of the area, and while they couldn’t detect her teleportation circles when set to passive, they could detect her. Fortunately her rose colored glasses allowed her to see what they were doing and when it was time to move. Like NOW.She hopped up, kicking off the higher part of the roof and landing square in the middle of the circle on one knee, sliced palm on the ground in the center of the circle, before vanishing.Her platinum pigtails caught the wind as she appeared, whipping around her face as she looked around slowly, before hopping up on one of the crenelations to get a better view. There were more people then she was expecting, but in her defense, if everything went to plan, there would be no collateral damage. Well, very little collateral damage. She looked around and caught sight of Astraya in the crowd, despite the woman’s short stature. It all depended on how pissed off she got at the situation. The dragon was always a bit of a wildcard.Still, so long as Astraya waited long enough to start lighting fires, Nyx would have time for her triangulation spells to take effect. Based off her information, despite the fact that the man would not be here in person, he wasn’t passing up a chance at rambling on about Mage superiority. If only they knew how fragile their house of cards was. And of course everyone insisted on fighting their own wars against them. Even the dragons hadn’t bothered organizing with each other. Petty. the lot of it. So much could be done if people would stop retreating into their holes. Well she wasn’t alone now. Nyx smiled slowly, catching sight of the crop of green hair. Things were going to be fun today.pressing her finger to her ear, she tilted her head a little to the side, contacting both her allies."Detection spell is set up and ready to go. all he needs to do is show his ugly mug and i can trace his real location. then the real fun begins." Astraya had gone full disguise for her little infiltration plan, having donned a black bob-cut wig and even taking a pair of diamond-encrusted sunglasses to hide her tell-tale liquid gold eyes. Her jewelry was even laid back, only one platinum band around a finger and a single dangling pendant at her throat, a ruby cut into a crystal pendulum shape set into yet another piece of platinum metal. But the shoes she was wearing were a gift and she couldn't just not wear them. So she was wearing a tight dress that matched the exact shade of her new shoes, looking as if she had been poured in the shiny satin fabric. Clipped to her little red handbag, a false journalists' ID had slipped her in under the radar and her glamour, and distinct avoidance of thumping her fist against a support beam kept her identity secret in the crowd full of mundanes and supernatural beings alike.Her finger slipped up and pressed down on the button of the earpiece in her ear to activate the molar mic on one of her mortal form's back teeth. "I can smell both magical and non-magical in this crowd, but it looks like we're all wearing a less intimidating skin for the press conference portion that's being released to the mundanes... Pestilence, give me the code word the second you're recording on his face and I'll start stalling his speech to give Nyx the time she needs to find the bastard... and when the Justicars move in, I'll snap some useless necks. Maybe throw another temper tantrum perhaps... all depends on how irritable his snarky voice makes me."The dragon-in-human form was all smiles as a man and a woman both smiled at her from the little cash bar that was set up and she sauntered over to make small talk, allowing the looks to slide down her curvy, petite form with no idea the size of the raging beast she truly was. Cora sighed softly as she sat at the end of the cash bar in a little black dress with matching stilettos and her usually messy hair put up in a neat bun. The disguised siren played around with her empty glass while she glanced around the crowd; hearing her cellphone go off, she reached down into her purse and pulled out the phone to see if it was anything more interesting then just listening to these hoity toity assholes talk about their 'problems'. Seeing it was Edmund, she gave it a more thorough read then she would have otherwise. She let out a disgruntled harrumph, as she'd been hoping for his company to at least give her some sort of entertainment until the real fun began. Boring as hell on my end, mostly rich bastards talking about their self importance or just drinking. "Well, you all remember the huge clusterfuck that happened here, to say the least. And today we are getting a press release and some big announcements from our good old friends at the Shadow Council. Of course they won't be using that name officially, but we already really know what is going on. What we don't know is what is going to happen from this moment forward. Shit can get wild, and we are here to see not only what they say, but to whom they say it. I have been here for some time, and the people that are waiting for the press release are all the kind that you would expect at a board meeting. A.K.A. this is all a self-promoting stunt. Let's have a look then at what they have to say and how they will cover up the whole thing!"The camera got turned to the crowd, as the pair decided to keep their distance, as instructed to possibly get a more broad footage of the events from that day. Now out of the scene, Pestilence could talk back towards the others, his companion continuing to focus the frame on what would make the people there less relatable: From the people that would go to such event to the distasteful opening act that included one of those magicians. Pestilence did not know if that was real magic or just fake illusionism, but nonetheless, it almost sounded like a self aware joke."Nothing of his face so far, Bowsette. Probably when Penn & Teller finish up their act. Is this them Council trying to be meta or what?" It was a long and boring task to search each and every rooftop. He went around, tracking each humanoid scent he could find. Most of them were random contractors, some were residents. None of them seemed to be Council workers, or at least not security of any type. Each one only took a few minutes at most, but those minutes added up fast. At this rate I am going to be cutting it close to be out there in time for the speech. But there isn't much i can do about that, it needs to be done....Is that blood I smell? Edmund pulled up short as he started looking around the roof of the newest building. He couldn't see any signs of a fight, there wasn't anybody nearby that he could find, but there was blood here, recently spilt. He looked around the rooftop, and found not one, but two circles written in blood. The larger of the two, about three feet across, was closer to the edge of the building facing the event going on. He could smell two different types of blood in there. One was human, but it wasn't normal human blood. It had an odd undertone to it. He couldn't recognize the other, though it tickled a memory deep in his mind, hundreds of years ago. The smaller circle was on the opposite side of the roof, this one about a foot and a half across, and there was only that other type of blood in it this time. When he got close his brain immediately filled in the gaps as he got an untainted smell. Dragon blood.....Who would be using dragon blood in their magic circles? Where would they even get it? He was intrigued, because if this was Council related leaving them here would be risky, but if it wasn't he didn't want to disturb another mages magic. It was a tricky dilemma. I need to keep moving, but on the other hand this could be a threat that I can't ignore. With a growl at the delay he found a nearby shadow and sank into it, staying inside of the dark realm that connected all shadows and using it as a one way window looking at both of the circles, waiting for something to happen. Nyx watched the justicar turn his attention to the roof she’d just left, pursing her lips together.“Yeah you keep looking for me sweetheart, by the time you see me, i’ll be riding the chaos to orgasm.”she smirked. Of course it was definitely her they were looking for, at least in her mind. She’d struck at them so many times, and this was a memorial for the damage she’d caused the previous year. So who else could they be looking for. Pouting, she saw two more justicars come out onto the stage, sticking back but keeping an eye on the crowd.“Watch out for those two. They may look like they’re doing trashy vegas charlatan bullshit, but they’re weaving a pacification spell on the crowd. You two should be able to shake if off if you’re aware of it…”which they were. Because she’d just told them so. She grinned, stepping back and turning around, aimed for the linking rune she wanted and stepping through her teleportation circle once more.The crenelations on this building made it one of her favorites, giving her a good perch to observe from but also concealment. She crossed her ankles, leaning over, not caring if her ass was sticking out from beneath her mini skirt. And just her good luck, now that the act had began, the justicars were more focused on the crowd. She’d thought of several ways to get her scent down into the crowd, to make them think she was there. But this worked better. And he’d be less likely to be spooked into not showing.“They’re actually doing a good job of hiding it. Good on them.” Astraya's placid and saccharine contrived smile coincided with a dainty hand running up the shoulder of an older mage at the bar, smiling down at her, well, more down her dress as she turned her head to whisper something deliciously indecent about going somewhere private after the show. As Nyx's words came through the earpiece, Astraya's hand lifted up to pinch both sides of the mage's carotid artery, sudden and fast enough to make him seem a little faint and start to stumble forward, dropping his head on her shoulder. "Oh dear, I think we should let this gentlemen have a lie down and get some air..." She murmured to one of the justicars who had noticed the commotion, striding over to attend the suddenly unconscious man. He'd wake up not too long from now, having no idea why he suddenly felt so faint, and most others would chalk it up to his older body not having enough blood flow to his brain from the influence of the seductive gold digger who had been pressed up against him at the bar."Well, we've got one Justicar busy toting a harmless old man off for a lie down, so that might give us a little more wiggle room." The dragon was not at all concerned about the spells being woven over the crowd; her kind had natural resistance to mortal magic... unless the mage managed to slip something into their food or hydration source before attempting to use magic. Slowly, it looked like the crowd was starting to mingle toward the front of the little gathering area, and the dragon followed suit, reaching up as if fixing her hair before she added to her crew members. "Prep for oncoming speech and stalling, the crowd is being drawn to the podium by the Justicar's spells." She pulled a little notepad and pen out of her scarlet clutch and looked as if she was going to be taking notes from the press conference, her badge clipped to her bag. Cora sighed heavily as she spun around in her seat facing where the stage was as the act came out to preform. Not seeing Edmund anywhere, the platinum haired woman let out a frustrated sigh. where the hell was the bloodsucker? She pulled out her phone, rapidly tapping out a quick message. Where are you? The phony magicians have started their performance and you are not here. After hitting send, she slid her phone back into her purse tilting her head as she saw two more men step out onto the stage. Ignoring how bad the current act was, she thought it was odd that the security was so prominent and visible on stage. Any performer like herself knew that this only took away from the show. After watching them for a moment she felt what they were doing to the rest of the crowd, a slight smirk gracing her lips. Suddenly things were starting to make a lot more sense. She'd always wondered why no one protested at these sort of events. surely there were at least a few who were dissatisfied with their leadership... there always was in every society; something she could personally testify to. Despite how the rest of the crowd was enjoying the festivities Cora's ears were able to pick out more serious tone. Her eyes slowly scanned the area before landing on the reporter that shared the bar space with her earlier. "So, Yeah, suspense has been built up enough. Can't we get some decent action here? For each minute of boredom here, it means ten more editing it out afterwards. Different from you two, I actually work for a living and got stuff to get done!"It would say, not being really impatient about the plan or being hot blooded, just craving to wrap things up neatly as soon as possible. Different from the other two, Pestilence did not maintain a personal vendetta against the Council, thinking of them more as a natural reaction to the state of the world.The camera was focused on the "show" that the Council was weaving, the sheer boredom of it being badly translated to anyone that was not part of the crowd directly in front of it. For a lack of proper education, pestilence was particularly unaware of crafted human magics, missing the real reason behind all that, luckily being informed by Nyx. Edmund peered out at the lovely lady that appeared in one of the circles, golden blonde hair shining in the evening sunlight. As he listened to her talking, he realized that he wasn't the only one here that was on the hunt for the VP. When she was turned away he crept out of the shadow and came back into the light, the scent of cinnamon drifting across the rooftop around her, though under it all was a hint of rust. "To be fair, it shouldn't surprise you that they are good at hiding their spells. They may be a cutthroat, ruthless organization, but they have been controlling things from the back ground for a long time." He bowed towards her, grinning. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Edmund Vause, enemy of the Syndicate. May I inquire as to whom i am speaking?" While he talked his phone vibrated slightly, though because of the woman in front of him he ignored it for the time being. Edmund held his hands out to the side, palms forward so she could see the main working parts of his casting, the closest he could come to being unarmed. Nyx turned around slowly, one of her long nails drawing blood from her palm. Her head canted to the side, before she smiled; a cross between wicked and flirtatious. “Rowan and Copper. But vampire’s faces don't exactly change much. Guess its good for the council that cameras no longer use silver to process their film.”she purred, intrigued by his presence here. “I am Nyxera Belladona, and as President of the fan club they call the Syndicate’s most wanted, allow me to cordially welcome you to the shitshow of the year, Edmund Vause… or what is about to be, in any case.” she licked her lips at the last sentence, grinning more wickedly.“Now, if you’re here to kill him, I have a piece of advice for you…”she glanced down at the loud applause, seeing the ridiculous act clear themselves from the stage, as the Vegas archmage stepped onto the stage. His speech would be quick. Nyx had done her research, and while this guy was good for administrative duties with a level head, he was certainly not a public speaker. His last few speeches she’d found had been less than two minutes.“Stay out of my way. It's not going to be him. It's a trick. These circles? They’re triangulation magic. And if you go down there guns blazing trying to kill a long distance projection, you’re only going to fall in the trap he set for me, and cause US to lose our chance at figuring out where he’s projecting from. Because believe me, I never turn down help. You should see the people I work with… well you’ll see one of them soon enough.”she smiled, watching as the man finished up his speech, true to her prediction.tilting her head again as she pressed her ear. "Ready when you are, Darling." Astraya's smirk widened as she settled into the crowd near the front of the stage but she paused, feeling eyes on her and inhaling a foreign smell. She had Pestilence's and Nyxera's scents memorized but this one... the seaweed and slightly spicier scent intermingled in her nose.Hmm.... new player....The dragon turned her head and fixed her eyes on the source of the scent, stretching out her senses as far as her magic would allow to inspect the being. That was no mortal or mage sitting wrapped up in a pretty package. That was a water creature. She turned her head back to the stage as the hologram representing the archmage started to bring his speech to a close with empty platitudes with wishes for the future."Now, we have a brief bit of time set aside for questions..." The archmage took a breath before he was prepared to let the presumably pacified crowd go without letting them ask him any questions but that was when the dragon popped her red hed up in the crowd and held her pen in the air."Yes, I have questions to ask. Miranda Holmes, Rising Sun Times." She introduced, taking liberty of a step toward the stage. "So you feel that the event of last year was a simply random thing and that no one here has anything else to fear? What about those who espouse the theory that it was brought on by the Syndicate's own restrictive terms?" The archmage hologram physically frowned and opened his mouth, lifting his hand to forestall anymore words but Astraya continued on, raising her voice a little, to make sure Pestilence's camera audience could hear. "What about your filthy corporations employees you pretend not to have? You know, the force-bonded pairs of mages and creatures you chain together with a magical link at birth? So that your little mage drones can make the creatures do what you want? What about the Fey folk whose homes you have ravaged and the magic lines of the earth they dance between realms? Simply singing and dancing with their magics, why would that cause harm to anyone? "The dragon's spiel was starting to make some of the crowd murmur, shake their heads and blink their eyes through the Justicar's pacifying magic. Free will was still a thing, even with magical influences. The archmage cleared his throat and started to raise his voice again to respond to her but Astraya was having none of that. "And what about the dragons? You aren't about to deny the hunters you've sent to their nests, despite their once in a five-century period breeding span, to steal their eggs and destroy what you don't find works in your favor? Do you remember breaking open the shells and slashing the throats of defenseless hatchlings? Just so you can take the precious metal of the shells and diminish the population of a proud and noble race!?" Her voice had risen in timbre and pitch, nearly to the draconic enhancement level and vibrating through the air. The dragon was close to losing her temper. He was intrigued when she knew his name. He hadn't been active in the magical community for a very long time, maybe finding the occasional occult book through trusted friends. If she was as high up on the list as she said, he wouldn't be surprised if she had the resources to learn about everyone the Syndicate was hunting. "Okay Nyxera. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, as you are obviously a mage that knows what they are doing. But if he is real, and you let him get away, I am holding you responsible. And if he isn't real, when you find him, i want to kill him after you get whatever it is you came to get from him." He pulled out his phone and sent a message to Cora. Stand down for the moment. It seems we are not the only people after him. An ally has appeared. Upon shutting his phone the commotion in the square caught his eye and he moved closer to Nyx so he could watch everything unfold. He could clearly hear the red-headed reporter lady from here, and she was getting pissed. He listened to what she had to say, then recognized something. Her voice. The ever increasing volume, the timbre. Edmund looked over at the blood mage and raised an eyebrow. "So that's how you got dragon blood for your spells." The moment the man walked out on stage, Nyx’s eyes narrowed, shifting through three different colors before she blinked and returned them to her natural… or rather unnatural sparkling blues of multiple shades and hues. “Damned accurate illusion.”she turned back to the man in front of her, and smiled, walking forwards and running a finger down his chest. “Don’t worry… if he does turn out to be real, you will be the first to know…”she moved past him rapidly, a purposeful stride as she reached her circles.“I am at risk of the justicars detecting me once I trigger this. My friend took out one of the searchers but there were two others I’m pretty sure were specifically looking for me. They can’t find me, or he’s gonna disappear on us.”She grinned, listening to Astraya’s hate filled rant as the mage struggled to keep up, the circles within her spell spinning as she pulled the blood from the wall and held it in air, above her hands. It was one of the most powerful scrying spells she’d ever managed, and it would allow her to catch an actual glimpse of where he was. After all, her blood was on half the satellites up there…. Giving her scrying spells more oumph. It degraded over time, but fortunately, they kept putting up new ones. Silly humans. And this one spell linked in with that, and she’d burn it all. But if it meant that after a century, she could finally hunt down and kill a counselor, then she would take any chance she could get. “I’ll let you know when it's go time. Then we’re letting the dragon out of the bag.” she grinned.“By the way…. She’s wearing his daughter’s heels. Milan was rather bloody this year. Oops.” The spell seemed to almost absorb her, sinking to her knees and tilting her head back, the color fading out from her eyes as she let what it showed her take her. Minutes, she’d told Astraya. Two to three. She was going to need that time, her mind soaring above the planet as she searched for him.Earth....North America… United States… Northwest Quadrant… no…. SOUTHWEST Cora stood still as Astraya looked in her direction, feeling the woman's magic move towards her. She smirked slightly, feeling what was off with the woman's magic. She wasn't human. Cora hadn't been out of the water long enough to know for sure what the woman was, but she knew she wasn't one of these two legged idiots.Well things just got more interesting down here... now where the hell is--- Her phone went off, causing the young woman to jump slightly and take in a sharp breath of air before laughing at herself for easily being startled. Her brow raised with curiosity as she read the text. grinning, she quickly tapped out a reply. If he was going to be cryptic, so was she. Maybe more then one. She settled in, listening to the mage begin droning on and on about protecting, something about sanctity, honestly it was just a load of whaleshit anyways. The platinum blonde stopped paying any serious attention, instead looking out over the crowd. The Justicars were doing the same, as if looking for any disturbances, as if they knew something was coming? but how could they? Her and Edmund hadn't been doing anything to draw their attention, unless one of these two others had done so... her attention went back to the red haired woman, wondering what she was and what she might be up to. As soon as they called for questions, the black haired woman she'd been surveying perked up listening to her voice raise during each question. As soon as the "reporter" addressed what happened to the dragons Cora felt the vibrations in the air from the change in pitch her skin forming goosebumps. So that is what her glamour is hiding.... Smirking a bit as she realized what the woman's form was she cleared her throat deciding to add fuel to the fire herself. With a raise of the hand she took a step forward before raising her voice "What about the Merfolk that were intentionally slaughtered in the great lakes by the syndicate when all they wanted was to live somewhere more peaceful?" As unprofessional and non-nonchalantly as possible, the youtuber was keeping his head pressed on his shoulder, trying to hold to phone down while he searched for something on his pocket, Astraya's voice coming from two directions at once: one from the phone on his ear and once again coming from the dragoness enhanced voice. Finally reaching the bottom of his pocket, he pulled off a small case with a secondary battery for the camera, giving it to his partner without interrupting the footage, picking the communicator once more with the urge to guide the hot blooded dragoness into a better speech:"Hey, babe. Be a little less specific. You are sounding less like a reporter and more like a salty Ex. Remember, if you are too specific, people will stop hearing your message and start looking into the messenger."Those comments came from his now human part, a bit of a control freak, at least in the aesthetic side of things. But Astraya he knew he could comment on, even if usually his opinions seemed to fall on deaf ears when it came to her. But a second source of oddly specific questions came soon right after, making the mood shift in a way that would work towards the group's plan."Hey, Any of you know who that is? Keep her talking or make other people ask questions."He would ask over the comms. Taking it away from his mouth for a brief moment to instruct his cameraman to zoom in onto the other inquisitive 'reporter'.With his head turned, he saw with the corner of his eye a couple of people "discreetly" approaching where he and his cameraman was. That spot was picked obviously for the visibility and for being just the right distance that the sounds and voices could be manipulated in post production, ensuring more damage to the speeches and the values of the council. They were out of the way enough that if someone came close, it would be rarely a coincidence. A couple of securities were clearly keeping tab on them for a while, but they seemed human and mostly brute, nothing worth worrying. If anything, it would be fun to see them attacking a camera man and a internet celebrity, just to have even more ammunition against them.The true 'threat' was one man that seemed more out of place, at least according to the clothes he was wearing. Far too casual for such a sour face and the distance he was keeping was far too precise and tactically sound. Pest imagined if that was not one of the searchers, clearly attracted by the Horseman's ineptitude in both hiding its presence and sensing magical energy. He picked up the comm once more, and spoke directly to Nyx:"Hey, person-that-I-won't-say-a-name-because-I-don't-know-if-he-knows-lip-reading. I think I found one of the searchers. That one is giving me some real stink-eye, you know. What is the call?" Not even remotely worried, he glanced back at the man directly, just to show precisely to Nyx who he was talking about via line of sight, the man using all his null acting skill to appear innocent and part of the crowd. The security personnel kept their distance, clearly awaiting for further order, backup or even a faint idea about what to do. It was particularly funny for Pestilence to watch that polite standoff, knowing that when push came to shove, he had more tools then the council was aware. Nyx heard what her friends and allies were saying, but her mind had to be kept focused, even as they riled up the crowd and stirred the pot, causing problems for the mages who were trying to hold the assembly subdued. Even as Pestilence asked her questions. She couldn’t interrupt what she was doing to answer, or listen more closely, even as an unknown voice joined in the chorus. Especially now. She had no intention of letting this man escape her grasp. And really didn’t want to piss off a vampire who had earned his place on their top ten most wanted lists as much as she had.South west united states…. Interior… Colorado…Nyx was not at the trickiest part, narrowing it down even further would be difficult, but that was why she’d infused herself with the last remaining bit of Astraya’s blood. The extra potency she tapped into now, drawing it from the henna looking tattoo on her stomach and absorbing its energies into herself, diving deeper. To the west of Denver, her hands started to tremble. He was warded, and it was taking all her concerted efforts to pierce the anti-scrying wards.Ski country. Aspen. North…. The image of the ranch seared itself into her mind. She’d found him, and not just him. From the looks of it, and the looks of the concerted wards that shielded the place, this was his home base. She knew exactly where he was. The silly little winding road. The house with the skylight and the pool. He was there, standing in his great hall the same way he was standing on the stage. She had him, and soon, he would die. Slowly.“I have him…” she gasped, dropping to her hands and knees, gasping for breath as blood tinged tears ran down her cheeks. He had so many wards, so much magic poured into his proctection. And he wasn’t even the archmage. He was some peon on the council. One of their newer members. This was the start of a long and pain filled process for her, for the others. For all of them. But it was a start they’d all agreed to take. Maybe not Edmund, but she was sure she could convince him.“I have him. Astraya. SHENANIGANS. I repeat. SHENANIGANS ARE GO.”Nyx collapsed onto her side, still shaking. The little bit of astraya’s blood hadn’t been enough. She’d damned near burnt herself out breaking those scrying wards. Someone had studied the Fat man’s texts and notes, improving on them. That magic didn’t taste the same as the Counselor they were hunting. But she had a scent now. Ivory soap and lavender incense. And eventually, that Mage would fall too.“Edmund… I’m not vampire. But need blood.” she looked up at him, reaching out.“Then go help…”the moment he touched her, assuming he did, the rendezvous point they’d all agreed on would be planted in his mind. She needed potent blood to bounce back from what she’d just done, pulling up her shirt to reveal the absorbtion tatoo that would draw the magics from blood that touched it. Astraya had a few silent seconds in which to try and clamp down on her temper with the iron will she was known for, but it was quickly going to slip its bounds with the images in her minds' eye of her previous nests and the atrocities committed there. Thankfully, she was giving a breather by another stepping up and shouting in an accusatory manner at the holographic image on the stage, drawing the attention away from the woman in the red dress. She smirked at Pestilence's recommendation, pretending reach up and swipe a lock of hair behind her ear. "A water creature, I smell... and we're having an effect. The crowd is stirring. Perhaps they will devour the Justicars before I have to. Keep filming, do not stop. Even if this doesn't work, this will damage their reputation beautifully..."She took a further step forward when the water creature's voice began to die away, bringing the attention back fully on her, making the Justicars have to split their focus and lose control of more of the magic soothing the crowd. "This is true! Why don't you speak about the true purpose of the council here? To regulate and control all magic! Not just the creatures that are born with the innate ability or talent for magic, but for those who study it and learn to weild it as well! Will you soon control who sleeps with who so that you may breed the perfect magical being? Are we back in the last century with Nazi's again?" Astraya's words were purposely inflammatory, suggesting the most shocking link she could come up with on the fly to startle both magical and mortal born into waking up, shaking off the Justicar's magic. She would call the day a success if she caused a riot with just words.Then that beautiful code-word came through clearly on her comms, in Nyx's exhausted voice. She had the location of the self-centered prick from her spells and the gifted blood from the dragon herself. A slow smile crossed her red lips as Astraya finally dropped her clutch and slid the sunglasses down her nose before tossing them. When she opened her eyes, her gold iris's would point out her identity... but not before blinding light and flame erupted upward from the five foot three ginger, near blinding all nearby as the plume stretched upward toward the sky, streaking through clouds. When the light and flame faded, in its place was the last creature they would have expected to step out of their nightmares. Tight, interlocking red and black scales glistened with their own inner power and covered the body of the dragon who had completely turned the city block they were on into a full on lava chasm that refused to cool down until a hundred different mages specializing in ice were able to bring the lava down to a black crystalized solid rock beneath the building they were dedicating now.Her throaty chuckle echoed around the area, both feminine and terrifying, amplified by magic as the dragon began smashing and bringing down all the pieces and buildings she could reach from her spot, which was a fair few, considering how large a dragon she was. Smoke and flame smouldered between her jaws. The moment she fell into the spell he started a roaming patrol on the roof, looking out for the Justicars that could potentially attack the area. Thankfully the shouting from below seemed to distract them, and nothing big ever came near. As the crowd grew unruly he noticed Cara's voice rising up alongside the dragon's, causing others to start shouting out questions. The moment he heard Nyxera shout out that she had the location he turned to her, feeling the surge of magic as a giant dragon appeared in the corner of his vision. She looked drained, and so when she asked for some blood the vampire gave a grin. "No playing hard to get? Oh well, maybe next time." With a small wave of his hand a shadow cut into his palm, which he placed right on the tattoo. The moment his palm touched her, he felt a location burrow in, a meeting spot for all of them. Edmund gave her as much blood as he could and safely function before pulling the wound away and letting it heal over. "As for helping, I think you need me more than I would be a good person to assist down below." He took out his phone and sent the location from his brain to Cara. Get out of there, go to that location to meet up with me and our new allies. Please try to not be eaten by the dragon. Without hesitation he then scooped the woman into his arms, the scent of spices filling his nose, and teleported away, working his way to the meeting spot. After Cora added her two cents to the young woman's outburst, she crossed her arms in a huff, her nails digging into them and slightly piercing the flesh. She was getting more irritated and angered at the man that was on stage and what he had done to everyone who disagreed with the syndicate. After letting the "reporter" take over once again the platinum blonde closed her eyes and took a slow deep breath to help her clam down. A few seconds into her calming breath something felt off, cracking one eyes open Cora saw the reporter shifting into her dragon form. "Time to get the fuck out!" Quickly stumbling back she turned on the balls of her feet heading to an area away from the giant form above her helping people along the way. Once the young woman was out of the way of possibly getting crushed she whipped out her phone seeing that she received a message from Edmund. Cora quickly made her way to where they were going to meet up she made sure to stayed out of view of any Justicars that might be in the area. As soon as she was away from the large crowed her eyes scanned the area for a quicker way to get to the meeting spot spotting a young man across the street with a bike. Smirking to herself she heads his way softly singing a tune only he could hear urging him to hand over his bike to her without asking any questions. "Thank you very much your bike is just what I need." With a slight giggle she took his bike jumping on it quickly before riding off, leaving him nodding, before he just stared after her confused about what had just happened. The speechless standoff seemed to go nowhere, as pest and the possible searcher continued to compete on a staredown, both sides not wanting to take any initiative, but for far opposite reasons. Still with the comm system readily available, pest was keeping track on what step of the plan they were on. She heard the ramblings of the other people over the comms, thinking to itself that the others talked far too much to themselves over in that channel. But from such confusion, he could hear the signal that the next part of the plan could commence, letting out a confirmatory"Righty-oh"to the information. Letting go of the staredown, he turned to his partner and cameraman, walking towards him making a hand gesture similar to a cutting motion near pest's neck, signaling that something was indeed ready to happen.In all honesty, Pest did not care about the Searcher at that moment, knowing full well that every mage in that place would have a handful in just about a few seconds. So what giving his back at that point?The dragon's roar erupted nearby, and just like rehearsed, the cameraman pretended to be struck by some impact, or even by the sheer shock of surprise, falling on his back and setting the camera on the ground quickly, turning off the recording soon after that, making sure that only a few frames of the dragon were actually and properly recorded. All of that was obviously a ruse, aimed to make things more dramatic for the regular viewer.Pest offered a hand to his partner to get up, which was took quickly, checking if the false impact did not break the camera in any way."All good?"- Asked Pest, just doing a quick check-up on his friend."Yeah, All good. So, it was a dragon, huh?" -The cameraman responded, clearly surprised with the mythical being in the background, his eyes leaving the dragon only to check if the camera was actually all right."Yup, pretty cool, right?""You told me dragons were extinct, so how could I have guessed that?""I told you they were practically extinct. Which, they still are."- Pest responded with a smile. -"I just happen to know one of the last, if not the last adult.""That sounds like cheating with words. But I don't think this matters like, right now."-He said, putting the camera that was being used on a bag, apparently kept nearby for easy and quick escape -"All right, I am going to bail. Good luck on your illuminati meeting.""Thanks, will try to not lose so much time there."- Pest said, the dragon roars on the background being quite a interruption for the chat. -"Just... Get your ass out of here before the starts with the flame thing. She really loves her flames."-It added, getting closer to the cameraman and placing a kiss on his cheek, then making a gesture with his hand as a way to make him go away.After seeing the cameraman rushing away with the equipment, Pest turned to the chaos, taking a good look at the panorama of the situation."Welp, I guess that is a wrap."It said to itself, turning on the comm once more to speak."Yeah, O M W to the rendezvous point. GeeGee, folks." Nyx let out a groan in response. She wasn’t in any condition at the moment to refuse his assistance. Her plan had been to regain her strength while Astraya did the damage, before getting the hell out of dodge herself. While this man was a vampire, and probably could have held his own down there, Astraya didn’t know they had new Allies, not yet anyways. And she didn’t want any potential help they could have getting crushed underneath the foot of a rampaging dragon.“Yeah….. I…”The jarring sensation of being teleported ripped through her as she curled closer to the man that held her, gritting her teeth. She much would have prefered her way of transportation, but considering the circumstances, this would work just as well. Tracking that guy had taken way more out of her then she’d thought. They’d have to find a different means of finding the others; especially since they’d probably up their defenses after what she and her team had planned. And from the sounds of it, their new Vampire ally and whatever mysterious friend he had in the crowd wanted their own vengeance.“Wait.” she gripped his arm tightly, before beginning to murmur words in French, feeling her placed rituals fade, energy that had been placed into them returning to her body. “Okay… we’re good... keep going.” she couldn’t leave any of her rituals behind to be studied, and had to remove them before they got too far out of range.When they finally stopped, Nyx let out a moan, cradling her head in her hands. “That… fucking… hurt.”it was a small, old hotel, but it was well fortified and clean at least, the glamor that kept it looking decrepit well maintained. And it was so far out of the way that no one would think to look there. A good spot to hole up for a while. She blinked, knowing she’d been in and out of consciousness for a bit.“How long since the attack?”the platinum blonde asked, fumbling for her smartphone to see if the news was saying anything yet. Edmund tried to only use short hops during his teleport, weighing speed versus time in an unfamiliar dimension. He knew that for someone as weak as she was currently the shadows weren't a great place to hang out. They tended to try and draw out any form of life that they came in contact with. Over the years he had built up an immunity of sorts, and he could shield people from the brunt, but he wasn't great at protecting someone fully. If there wasn't a RAMPAGING DRAGONESS Edmund wouldn't even have tried doing the jumps that he had. I really hope that i don't get eaten at some point. I might be fast, but it is hard to escape a determined dragon with a temper. He felt Nyxera curling up in his arms, holding her as close to his chest as he could. It took them about an hour to reach the hotel that she had sent him towards, with her sometimes awake and sometimes not. Edmund easily got into a room and placed her on the bed, taking a seat in the chair nearby to relax for a minute. When she spoke he looked over with a small smile. "I bet it did, considering the condition you were in. It's been about an hour-twenty, once i put you on the bed you just kinda passed out for a little while." He reached out and placed her phone from the bedside table into her hand, taking a guess what she was looking for. "It fell out as i was getting you settled in, though i doubt i could get into it anyway." The destruction and the fury behind it had become a complete and utter blur from Astraya's point-of-view. She could smell that her friends' scents had receded from the scene and increased her destruction exponentially the further and further she sensed Pestilence and Nyxera's magics from her. Every piece of the reconstruction they had done thus far at the site had been torn down, the repairs to the roads even from the previous year had been undone and the rock beneath the earth was liquified once more. Bodies both crushed and scorched were in piles around the dragon and she gave them all a dispassionate, withering glance as she padded with four heavy feet the landscape. Her nostrils flared, scenting the air for survivors, inspecting for someone with enough luck to hide from her wrath.The overwhelming scent of iron from the blood was all she could differentiate in the wind, the magics' unique identifiers having dissipated from the bodies when the soul fled. With a slight huff, Astraya turned her gaze to search for monitors, or security cameras that could identify her, but she had destroyed everything in the block and then further out in a five mile radius. Soon the mortals would come across a spreading pool of lava that was swallowing her massacre, giving the bodies of the fallen a final, ashy, resting place within the earth. The dragon lifted from the ground with a forceful leap that quaked the earth and shuddered the fault line to give off an earthquake-like effect to the first responders, forcing them to pause and take cover for their own miserable lives.By the time the mortal authorities arrived, it was clear to them, that once again, some natural disaster had occurred, as they did not believe in dragons, despite the insistence of avid Youtubers. Astraya had taken to the skies and soared above the clouds, out of the naked sight of mortals and her innate magic kept mortal scanners from finding her, even if she flew right beneath the belly of one of their commercial tubes of steel and fuel. She landed outside her lair in the desert and took the time to check on her little ones, noting that their stone was still warm, heated from below by the small lava pool she had for them in their nest area.Then the dragon in mortal form changed from her evening wear into clothing that was a little easier to move around in and slid behind the wheel of a Porsche Cayenne she had recently acquired, in the expectation that once again, a Maserati was going to be destroyed. She really should start picking up clunkers for her temper tantrum transport. With a little huff, she realized she had destroyed her favorite Ray-Bans as well and frowned as she pulled out of the liar’s garage, pressing the button to close it behind herself once more and sped off through the desert to the appointed meeting place with Pestilence and Nyxera. The Cayenne would have enough room for Pest and Nyx both to stretch out comfortably if either was injured in Astraya’s destruction and strike against the Shadow Council.She pulled into the parking lot of the hotel smoothly, three hours since her shifting, long enough for the heat and search for her to die down, and the mortals to start banning travelers from the area surrounding the destruction. A small smirk crossed her lips as the short redhead swung her legs out from the driver’s side of the vehicle, and her little kitten heels clicked on the pavement while the Cayenne made a beep to confirm it had locked itself. The key in her jeans left pocket, Astraya pulled her replacement phone out from her right and pressed the call button for Nyx. “I’m here, is Pestilence with you?” Nyx nodded slowly as Edmund spoke. She’d accounted for all the variables, but someone either was, or knew, a more powerful abjurer then she’d taken account for. And that blood scrying ritual was taxing as it was.“Yeah… I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so rough.” she gestured out the door with one of her hands while flipping through the various news feeds on her phone, seeing what they were saying."I had an escape plan, but with how drained I was, it would have been a good two or three minutes before i could have crawled to my teleportation circle."She stood slowly, stretching out her limbs and making sure she wasn’t dizzy.“Thank you. I would have had some trouble getting out of there, at least as quickly as we did.”she was curious about their apparently two new friends, but it would be better to wait for the others to get here before asking about who they were and what their motives are. Smirking, a little flirtatiously, nyx continued.”So I guess we can call it even, since I stopped you from rushing headlong into a trap.”Her phone went off, and when she saw who it was, Nyx lifted the phone to her ear, knowing that being a vampire, Edmund would hear the conversation anyways. “You know, darling…. The point was to leave witnesses to the speech.... Get a little into your work?” she teased softly, unable to keep her fatigue from her voice, before her eyes flicked up to Edmund. “Also, before you’re caught off guard… there are two others joining us here. One of whom is with me now. Pest and Edmund’s friend have yet to show up. I’ll explain once you’re inside.” "Hell, two or three minutes and you would probably have been under a pile of rubble. Your dragon friend wasn't exactly going slow on the destruction." Edmund chuckled, smiling back at the blood mage. "You're welcome, and yeah. We can call it even." He listened in on their call, raising an eyebrow when she said 'a little'. He could smell the dragon coming closer, though it had been a long time since he had caught their scent. In all honesty he thought them extinct. "You know, at some point you are going to have to tell me how you found a dragon in the first place, let alone got her to work with you." Cora was making good time with her newly acquired bike, at least until she ran into the throngs of other people trying to get as far away from the 'terrorist attack' or whatever the news was calling it. The Siren revved the engine as she slowly weaved her way through the backed up cars until she couldn't squeeze past anymore, groaning as she settled in for the wait. She saw a few police lights flashing a few blocks ahead of her looking like they were searching each car for something; or someone to be more exact. After waiting what felt like more then a few hours, playing around on her phone until the battery started running low, it was her turn with the cops. Fortunately for her, there wasn't anywhere on a bike to hide a wanted fugitive. Smiling, she gave them a little wave as they held up a poster looking back at her before shaking their heads. she answered their questions with a musical cadence to her voice, keeping them from asking about the vehicle's registration or her license."I guess that means I'm free to go." Once out of view of the police she hightailed it down the road. It took her nearly an hour to finally reach the location that Edmund had sent her. The platinum blonde raised a brow as a run down hotel came into view, checking the address before as she pulled into the the parking lot just to make sure she was in the right spot. Parking the bike the siren hopped off the as her nose took in a familiar scent of burning sage from earlier as her eyes locked on to a red hair woman on the phone heading towards the hotel as well. Quickly catching up to the woman she reached out an tapped the dragon lady of the shoulder. "You put on quite the show back there." The small knot in the dragon's gut eased a little at hearing her friend's voice but she narrowed her gold-colored eyes at the sound of fatigue in the blood-mage's voice. "There were survivors... that saw Pestilence's video broadcast." She said soothingly, her voice rich and the tone sweet as she tilted her head up to the sky. "You sound a little more exhausted than I think you should be - Two others joining us? Edmund? Who in a unicorn's fart is Edmund - " She turned at the light touch on her shoulder, her eyes flashing and her hand rising in a clenched fist preparing to deck her interloper. Then the scent hit her and a small smile crossed her, making Astraya lower her fist. "And a hello to you too, water creature." She murmured, lifting the phone back to her ear. "I have a stalker, my love. And it's not one of my children. She smells of the sea. I'll see you shortly."Astraya ended her call and slid the phone in her pocket again. "And who are you, my timely cohort in calling attention to the nonsense the Council perpetrates?" She folded her arms and flicked a lock of rich red hair back over her shoulder, wondering what on earth she would do now without the black wig she had lost in her shift. It seemed to make no sense whatsoever that such a large creature could fit in the body of a five foot three redhead, but there she was in all her arrogant glory. The hotel was now in view, as Pest had finally arrived, preferring to take the long walk instead of using some modern transportation. No one had called him, so it considered that everything was all fine and dandy. He had his airbuds on, listening to some cheery music, one of the many marvels of this new era. Or at least the host's favorite style, it could not tell properly how much of it was the thing beneath. Yet, he walked rhythmically to the agreed upon room, folding his arm in an impossible way to reach for one of the back pockets, retrieving the keycard and unlocking the door.He then slammed his body onto the door a bit too roughly, his lack of available hands being the only reason and explanation, as he walked in, tip toeing sideways as he was worried about having caused any damage to the door itself."My bad", he claimed, while turning towards the actual room, a couple of bags from a donut store he had stopped more then an hour ago on each hand."Sooooo, plan's worked!"His eyes looked at the state of the people in the room, taking a moment to understand the precarious state of Nyx, and then eyeing the other unknown thing that was there. The bags were placed on the small round table that was near the door, as he ventured further in the package to pick up one of those sealed coffee cups, start sipping it immediately."Friends of yours, Nyx? Or should I call the cops?"He joked, clearly more entertained with his own jest then his public.His attention then shifted to the bags once again, taking out a package containing a dozen of mixed donuts, as he held it towards the two things that were already in the room."Want some? I heard that doing that kind of spell builds appetite. Don't tell me I do not care about you!"

Shenanigans and Fuckery

The Best Dilemma (AustinMDG x Kamisama)

To say the two were a little tipsy was an acceptable statement. Should Shawn be driving? No. Was he? Yes. But someone had to get he and Ella home. The two were best friends, had been since they were pre teens. But there was definitely a secret to be had. Shawn liked her. A lot. He hoped that she liked him just as much, but he would never give himself away, at least not sober he wouldn’t. But he was far from it at this point.The two teased each other all of the time. So anything that Shawn could say to her, he did. And she normally didn’t mind at all. They both got in the car and started on the highway to Shawn’s apartment, which Ella would spend the night on the couch in so she didn’t have to drive home.Sometime in the middle of being on the highway, Shawn piped up with a question that could end any friendship as soon as it was uttered, but he wasn’t exactly in his right mind. He turned his head to Ella and smirked. “So Ella, do you shave yourself? Cause I bet you don’t, considering you don’t get any.” He teased, laughing hysterically as he drove down the road, not knowing what might come of that situation. Ella was looking out the passenger window, seeing the flashes of light as they sped past them. Of course Ella too was pretty tipsy, she couldn't even remember how much she'd had to drink but it was enough to make her glad she was going home with Shawn. Ella sat with her feet up on the seat, curled up lightly with a smile on her face as she bobbed her head to the music playing.Shawn always made her feel safe, they had been friends for so long that Ella was almost sure he knew every secret she had except one. The one secret he wouldn't know is how she felt about him, Ella had a crush on him for as long as she could remember but she knew it would be stupid to try as it could ruin everything they had.As they drove she heard Shawn ask her if she shaves herself, immdiately teasing her for not getting any. Ella exhaled and turned her head to look at him with a laugh, playfully hitting him. "Bold of you to assume I'm not getting any." She chuckled, she wasn't but she couldn't let him get away with teasing her that way. "And believe it or not, I do in fact shave!" She stuck her tongue out at him. Hearing her protest to the fact that she wasn’t getting any, he chuckled. “Well, you never talk about your lays. And you and I talk about literally everything, so I just assumed that you weren’t getting any and were just laying in bed alone every night.” He teased as he continued to drive, having an idea as soon as she told him that she did shave.This could almost be just as risky as his previous statement, if not more, but who the hell cares at this point. They were drunk, and probably wouldn’t remember this conversation in the morning.“I don’t believe you. You probably have a bush the size of the hair on your head.” He teased, trying to see how far he could push her. Ella laughed as he said she never talked about her lays, mostly because she wasn't getting any lately. He was right though, they did talk about literally everything which all of a sudden included whether or not she was shaved. She couldn't help but laugh as he said that he had assumedd that she was just laying alone in bed at night. "Wow you paint a really sad picture of my life." She laughed again."You don't believe me?" She laughed. "Asshole." She chuckled while playfully hitting him. "Not that it's any of your business Mr. Shave checker." She laughed and lightly pulled down the front of her skirt while lowering her legs, showing the smooth area of skin along with just the top of her slit. Ella waited a moment for him to see and then lifted her skirt back up. "Good enough proof for ya?" She said with a blush."You're not getting any either, I bet it's like a jungle down there." She teased back with a laugh. Did she just? No. He had to be imagining things. She just pulled her skirt down and just about flashed him her entire nethers. God he wished he could have her, but he just couldn’t. He started to grow hard in his shorts just thinking about it.They were pulled at a red light when she started teasing him. He nodded at her good enough comment, then pushed her lightly at her teasing. “Ma’am I will have you know. I’m not getting any, but thanks for pointing that out.” He said as he scoffed at her comment of him having a bush. “I am severely offended by that.” He said as he lifted his ass up and slid his shorts down, ass now hanging out as he stopped right as she could see a tiny bit of his now hard rod. “Well, Ms. Shave inspector? How’s that?” He asked. Ella could tell that she had taken a bolder route the moment she did it, no doubt all thanks to the several shots of vodka she’d taken at the party they’d come from. Ella fixed what she was wearing in her seat, it was a black halter cross top that hugged her frame well and a black mini skirt that matched. She was surprised she had the courage to ask if he was shaved back at him, it seemed to just roll off her tongue, she was pretty curious though.Ella laughed with him as he said that he wasn’t getting any, pretending it hurt that she pointed it out. He then said he was offended by her comment and she chuckled, before she knew it she was watching him shimmy his pants down slightly, showing his shaved area with just a bit of what looked like a hard thick cock peaking out. Ella blushed even more and but her lower lip for a moment, thinking about the things she’d do with him if she could.Shawn asked how it looked and she giggled. “It looks perfectly adequate.” She teased with another smile. “Assuming you know how to use it I guess.” She shrugged, teasing him again. Shawn smirked as he saw her bite her lip and look at him. She definitely seemed like she wanted something from him, but didn’t say anything for fear of ruining the friendship that they had. “Now now Miss Ella. Watch what you wish for, you just might get it.” He said cheekily, not wanting to go to far, but hinting that he might be interested in something more.They drove the rest of the way to his apartment before he turned the car off And pulled his pants back up. “You know, the drinking doesn’t have to stop now that we’re here.” He said as he came over and opened her door, like a gentleman should.He walked into the house, holding her hand to make sure she made it to the house. Once they were in there, he lead her to the couch and helped her sit down. “So, what do you want to drink?” He asked with a smile. The air in the car suddenly felt heavier as the dynamic between them seemed to shift. Ella of course was pretty drunk which only seemed to make her riskier than usual. The redness of her cheeks deepened as he told her to be careful what she wished for, hinting that she might get it. The way he had said it though made Ella wonder if he’d had the same thoughts about her. “I’ll keep my eye out for a star then.” She said quite cheekily while looking up at the night sky for one to wish on.Shawn told her they could keep drinking and then came around to open her door. “Thanks! And I’d be down to have a few more maybe. The nights young, it doesn’t have to end now.” She giggled and smiled, really she just wanted more time with him like this, it was so exciting.Ella felt Shawn take her hand and begin to guide her in. He’d never done this before, she could feel how much stronger and bigger his hands were compared to hers but they were so warm and soft. Ella sat on the couch and thought about what she’d have to drink. “I’ll take a vodka soda if you have one?” She smiled. “Vodka soda it is then.” He said as he walked over to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of vodka and a bottle of Sprite out of the fridge. He took a glass and mixed three shots of vodka with the rest of the glass filled with soda before grabbing a bottle of rum for himself and heading back to the couch.He handed her the glass and sat next to her. Fuck she was beautiful. He wanted her so bad, but couldn’t tell her that. That would kill anything they had. He took the bottle of rum and took a few sips out of it.“I hope you know that you’re my absolute best friend and I love you a ton.” He said in a drunken stupor while continuing to drink, not even paying attention at this point to how much he had already consumed. Ella smiled as he agreed to get her the drink and soon was walking off to the kitchen to grab everything. He wasn’t gone long and soon she was making space on the couch for him. Sitting side by side, Ella took a sip of her drink and leaned her head on his shoulder. She smiled warmly as she held her head there, enjoying feeling this close to him.As she sat there she couldn’t stop thinking about how bad she wanted him, and how long she had been waiting for him.When she heard him suddenly talking very candidly she smiled, knowing he was as drunk as she was but it was still really sweet. Ella turned her head on his shoulder, looking up at him with their faces a few inches apart. Ella’s blue eyes looked up at him, “I love you too Shawn, I swear your the only guy I trust.” She smiled at him, their faces still so close and Ella couldn’t help but let her eyes drop down to his soft lips for a moment, wishing she knew what they felt like. Ella’s eyes then slowly came back up to his. Sean knew the words that he spoke could have backfired extremely quickly, and could have had dire consequences, but being as inebriated as he was, they just kind of flew out of his mouth.He wasn't expecting the reaction that she actually gave him though, her telling him that she loves him too almost caused him to jump her right there and then, but he held back. He knew that the both of them were too intoxicated to make good life choices, and that one of them or both of them might do something that would ruin their friendship if they just acted on impulse."Well i'm glad that you trust me Ella, i'd never do anything to intentionally hurt you. I've honestly tried to save you from every guy you've dated, they all turn out to be retards in the end." He chuckled is there eyes and lips started to get much closer to each other. He couldn't hold back any longer, leaning in softly and taking her lips against his, kissing her softly as he started to rub her back. The entire time in his mind he's wondering how far they'll take it, and how quickly it could all backfire. But he tried to push those thoughts out of his mind, just let himself enjoy the fact that he was finally kissing his best friend. Ella looked up at Shawn, she couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted to kiss her as badly as she wanted to kiss him. She was torn between finally telling her best friend how she felt and potentially ruining the most important friend she’d ever had. She hadn’t mentioned it to many people but a few of her friends had always told her to go for it, telling her that she was blind to it.Sitting on the couch this close to Shawn, Ella wondered if she really was just blind to seeing how he felt about her.Ella smiled and nodded as he said that he’d never do anything to hurt her, she knew it was true, Shawn was the kind of guy who’d only ever hit someone if they were being mean to Ella. She chuckled with him, “Yea I’ve dated a few jerks…” she smiled and then looked back up at him. As they moved closer and closer, Ella could feel her heart beginning to race. Her heart was pounding inside her chest like a drum. Everything came to a halt as soon as she felt Shawn’s lips on hers.She couldn’t believed he was really kissing her, his lips were so soft and warm. Slowly one of her hands came up and cupped his cheek gently as they kissed. Ella began to kiss him back and deepen the kiss for a few moments. Their lips parted and she smiled, staying close to him still. “I’ve been wanting that for so long… I just…” She stopped and then leaned in again to kiss him softly. " Yes ma'am, you don't have to tell me that. I've been witness to a few of the idiots that you've encountered over the years. Hell I remember that one guy and Senior year of high school but I damn near went to jail over cause he thought he was being slick trying to slip something in your drink before prom." He set as their faces inched closer and closer together.The kiss. This particular case was long overdue, everyone knew it was going to happen eventually, but no one knew exactly when because no one wanted to make the first move and possibly ruin things. Shawn thought that it was his responsibility to make the first move if one was going to ever be made. It was deep, sultry, and reeked of alcohol, but it was a kiss, between the two of them.What surprised him was actually her words. She wanted this? He legitimately thought this is only thing that he wanted, I was honestly expecting her to pull back. But she did the exact opposite. She kissed him again. He returned the kiss, with more passion than he had before, only pulling back once he felt that he had gotten everything he wanted. He had been remembered her face when he thought she had seen some of his cock in the car earlier. He normally would never be this bold, but his drunk brain told him that he was already here, so might as well go for it.He looked her up and down and smirked at her. "Tell you what. I feel like there's something you probably want to see, or are at least curious of seeing, so let's do this." He pause before the words finally left his lips, this would be it. Almost like a school age tendency when people are first learning the differences between boys and girls, but again, consider how inebriated both of them were at this point. It's almost like they acted like school children. "You show me yours, i'll show you mine." He managed to say with him entirely straight face as he looked to his best friend for her reaction. Ella chuckled lightly and shrugged her shoulders as he said that he had seen some of the bad guys she dated. Shawn reminded her of her ex from senior year, he turned out to be more of an asshole than most. “Sometimes, you gotta kiss a lot of frogs.” She smiled.Their kiss deepened as they both seemed to sink into each other a little bit more. All the times Ella had seen him kissing other girls, all the jealousy, and ‘wishing it were her’ felt like it had all just washed away. Ella of course wondered if he’d still feel this way sober but she was going to take her shot while she could. Their lips eventually parted and she lifted her eyes to look up at him as he began to offer her a chance to see something.Ella raised an eyebrow at him with a light smirk for a moment. When he said ‘I’ll show you mine’, Ella blushed, she remembered catching a glimpse of it in the car…she was dying to see more. “Hmm… okay well then you gotta pick whether you want too or bottom for me, this isn’t a two for one special.” She teased, she was getting excited at the idea of seeing his cock. Yeah, frogs were an understatement. With some of the guys she dated he could swear to God that it was her mission in life just to find the worst guys to date, to either kill Shawn’s hopes and dreams of ever having her, or test and see how far he’d go to protect her. The answer to the second part of that statement would be however far he would need to go to get the job done and make sure that she stayed safe, no matter whether she wanted him or not.He chuckled at her words, kind of upset that she wouldn’t just get completely naked in front of him. “I hardly think that’s fair ma’am. And here I was going to get all naked for you and show you every inch of my body.” He scoffed as he stood slowly, trying to keep his balance. “Well if i must choose and you won’t give me both, I choose bottom obviously. But you get to go first.” He demanded. He hoped she’d break and show him everything, but time would tell. Ella had seen over the years how protective Shawn could be of her. She couldn’t count the amount of times he’d step in to protect her from shitty men. She could always count on him to be honest with her and tell her if the guy was just a dick. Now Ella was wondering if he had been doing that all this time for other reasons. Had they really just been going in circles, both just too scared to ruin anything.She laughed as he said that it wasn’t fair for her to only show him one. Hearing him say that he was going to show her every inch of his body turned her on a bit…or a lot. Ella giggled as she watched him stagger as he stood, trying to find his balance and soon she was joining him and standing up. Her heart was racing with excitement. “Fine…maybe I’ll show you both. If you ask nicely.” She winked teasingly. “Just so you can see every inch of my body.” She smirked lightly. “Ugh I have to go first. Totally unfair but fine.”Slowly Ella turned around and began to unzip her skirt, taking her time and slowly pushing it down. Bending over, her ass stuck out and her skirt slowly revealed her black lace panties and she lowered it until it fell to the ground. Her hips swayed for a moment before she stood up straighter. Of course at this point she was just teasing him with a bit of a show. Turning around to face him again. Ella looked at him for a brief moment before slowly sinking her thumbs underneath the lace fabric, slowly pushing it down and revealing her smooth glistening pussy to her best friend for the first time. They fell to the floor around her ankles and she stood there half naked. Ella knew her little show was teasing, she was hoping it’d get him hard enough for her to really get a good look at him. For years Ella had wondered what Shawn’s cock looked like…felt like…tasted like.“Had to make it interesting.” She smiled and looked up at him with a wink. The only thing Shawn could do is stand there and watch. From the moment she first revealed even the very top of her ass that popped out of the skirt, all the way to the point where his best friend in the entire world was naked in front of him, pussy glistening in the dim light of the room. She was beautiful, perfect even. Every second that he looked at her, made him wish that he would’ve done this sooner.“God you’re perfect. I never could’ve imagined.” He said as he quickly disposed of his shirt, abs poking through for her to stare at. “Guess its my turn.” He said as he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and pushed them to the floor, now standing with his cock clearly tenting his boxers. “Oh you want more? Fine.” He teased as he slowly pulled his boxers down, allowing each inch of his manhood to reveal itself before the near nine inch member finally popped free. “Well? Everything you ever wanted?” He asked with a smirk. Ella was so nervous, she hoped her was going to like seeing her naked, Ella had a very smooth and tight toned body with curves in all the right places. The weight on her shoulders was lifted the moment he said she was perfect, she smiled warmly. There was no greater compliment to her than Shawn saying she was perfect, her cheeks flushed a bit more.Before she could say anything he was saying it’s his turn and pulling off his t-shirt. Ella’s eyes lit up as she looked at Shawn’s abs, it wasn’t the first time she’d seen them but now…like this, she was able to appreciate them for what they were…hot.Ella’s eyes traveller own his body as he began pushing his pants down, leaving him with a large tent in his boxers. She giggled lightly at his joke, he always knew how to make her laugh. Her eyes however were glued to the large tent and she immediately thought‘Fuck of course he’s huge!’ Her eyes watched as inch after inch of his nine inch cock was revealed to her and eventually sprung out. Ella gasped and turned red, her eyes were glued to his throbbing cock for a moment. She heard him ask if it was everything she wanted, “And more…a lot more…” she bit her lower lip and let out a quiet giggle. God she wanted him so bad. “Fuck you’re huge!” She muttered under her breath, knowing he would hear.“Hmmm now, do I take off the top.” She put her finger on her chin as she pretended to think with a smile on her face. Fuck he was so big, she wanted him here and now. Shawn looked at Ella as she seemed to admire his cock from where he stood, thanking whatever gods there were that he wasn’t born with a tiny member, even though he was certain that she would tell him he was perfectly adequate even if he had a much smaller than average cock.He laughed at her comment at his size. “Well, I’m glad you think so. I don’t know how long you wanted to look at it for, but here’s your big chance.” He said with a laugh as he started stroking it softly, not even realizing what he was doing as she put her hand on her chin.“If you aren’t careful Ella, I might take your top off for you.” He said with a smirk as she playfully debated on whether to do so or not. Ella tried to peel her eyes off of the long thick member in front of her, watching it throb and pulse in front of her was just turning her on more and more. The booze also was only helping think of more and more creative things she could do with it.Shawn mentioned not knowing how long she wanted to look at it for, if she was honest at this point she would’ve said never. “Big chance is an understatement.” She giggled. Shawn’s comment about her being careful because he could take her top off for her was more than tempting. The smirk on his face was sexy, at this point she knew he wanted too.“Oh I have to be careful huh?” She smiled and teased, hoping her teasing would cue him to come and take it off for her. Her eyes shifted down to see Shawn slowly stroking his hard cock, a sight that Ella wish she could have recorded in her mind forever. Watching her best friend stroke his cock while looking at her half naked was something she’d never forget.Ella teasingly took a step closer, “So if I don’t take it off you will?” She smiled. “If you can that is.” She teased. Shawn raised an eyebrow at her challenge. “So you doubt my abilities do you? I will have you know little miss, I maybe be heavily inebriated, but I’ve always been extremely good with bras. Hell I can look at a bra and it could fall off.” He gloated before walking up to her, kissing her lips softly.He then took the hem of her shirt in his hands and quickly lifted it over her head, tossing it to the floor. “That’s a start.” He said as his tip now rested and pressed onto her stomach. “Now… about that bra.” He said as he looked at her for a second. “Close your eyes.” He said before making her bra disappear in around five seconds. “You can open them now.” He exclaimed. Ella giggled as he asked if she was doubting his abilities to properly take off a bra. She smiled and continued to giggle she said he was heavily inebriated. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have the the judge of that.“ Her smile widened as he walked up to her and kissed her again. Her lips slowly kissed his, feeling how soft they were again. Ella thought to herself, ‘Fuck I wish we’d done this ages ago…he’s such a good kisser.’Shawn’s hands took in the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head and tossed it somewhere else. Her smile widening and her cheeks getting redder as more of her body was shown to him. Ella gasped quietly as she felt his hard tip poking into her stomach. God she was dying to just reach out and touch him, she was dying to feel him in her hand. Ella closed her eyes and opened them as he commanded, feeling her bra being taken off rather swiftly.Just like that now she was standing in front of him completely naked. Her perky and ample breasts bounced when the bra first came off. Ella’s smooth teardrop breasts were topped with cute puffy pink nipples that were hard as a rock now. Ella looked back at Shawn, her cheeks red still as she glanced down to see his hard cock poking her. “Can I…” she said quietly as her hand reached up and pressed against his abs for a moment, slowly trailing down to his hard cock, waiting for his permission before she’d wrap her hand around it. God was there a way she could be any more perfect? Her breasts and nipples were perfectly symmetrical and perky, the rest of her looking like she’d never been touched. It took everything within him to just take her and toss her to the couch, making love to her right then and there. But he was able to hold back, at least a little bit.He smiled when she trailed her hand down his abs and down to the base of his shaft. He had to laugh when she asked for permission. She was so adorable. He decided to play along. He took his hand and ran it down her chest, brushing against her nipples on its way down her stomach, eventually resting on her mound, just above her slit. “Only if I can as well.” He said with a wide and warm smile. Ella had been wanting and waiting for this for so long, she couldn’t believe that some of her wildest dreams were finally coming true. Her mind was running wild with thoughts about how far they’d go…would he still feel the same way tomorrow when he woke up sober. Her eyes found his, seeing the way he was eyeing her smooth naked body.Shawn laughed as she asked if she could touch his cock, he responded first with his hand following a similar path on her, lightly grazing by her nipple which forced out a quiet moan. Her body tingled as his hand trailed down to her wet pussy, resting right above it. Of course he asked just the same way that she did. Ella smile wide and nodded, her own hand slowly trailing further down before wrapping her dainty fingers around the base of his thick cock.Ella bit her lip again as she felt how hard and hot his cock was, her fingers were barely able to wrap all the way around it. “Oh my god…” she said quietly, her hand beginning to stroke slowly towards the tip and then back down to the base. After so long she was finally able to be with him this way and feel his hard cock. Shawn groaned lightly as she finally wrapped her fingers around the width of his member. “I’m glad it’s not too big for you. Oddly enough had girls complain about that too.” He said as he let his hand slide down between her legs and let his fingers glide along her slick lips. “Fuck you’re soaked. I didn’t know you wanted this so bad? Anything wise l else you wanna tell me? Any dirty secrets?” He asked as he pulled his fingers away, her wetness leaving a trail as he did so.He went back to rubbing her slit for another minute or so before he leaned in and whispered in her ear. “We might not remember this tomorrow, but let’s get each other off while we make out on the couch. Sound good?” He asked with a slurred voice as he moved to sit on the couch and patted the seat beside him. Hearing Shawn groan at her touch was music to her ears, her eyes widened as he said some girls had said it was too big. “Complain about it? Well I promise you won’t hear any complaints from me.” She smirked. Ella’s body quivered as his fingers slid through her soaked lips. Her cheeks turned an even brighter shade of red as he commented on how wet she was, asking if there was anything else she wanted to tell him. Ella giggled, “Well there’s a lot more I can tell you but maybe I should keep fantasies about you to myself.” Ella teased with a wink.His fingers returned and Ella let out another quiet moan, it felt so good to have him touch her finally. His breath tickled her ear as he whispered, her lips stretching to a grin as he suggested they get each other off. Ella nodded, watching his cock sway between his legs as he went to sit on the couch where it then stood straight up.Ella walked over to him and sat on the seat he patted. Her fingers quickly wrapped around his cock again and started to stroke him. Her fingers collecting his pre-cum when she occasionally stroked over the tip. The urge she had to straddle over him and ride him was almost unbearable.“God I hope I remember this in the morning.” She whispered as she looked at him. “Honestly I hope I do too, but considering how drunk I am, I probably won’t. You’ll have to remind me.” He said with a soft laugh as his hand dipped back in between her legs. He leaned in and kissed her deeply and passionately while his fingers spread her lips apart, eagerly trying to find her sensitive nub. “You’re doing amazing by the way. Do you by chance have any special requests from me? I know each female body is different and I want to make sure I treat you right.” He said with a smile as he kissed her again. Ella couldn’t help but smirk and let out a light chuckle as he said he hoped her remembered too but doubted it, “Oh I’ll have to remind you huh? I’ll have to think of what to say. Or should I keep this one a secret.” She giggled and winked. Shawn leaned in to kiss her again, slowly she leaned into him and deepened the kiss, letting her tongue slide into his mouth and lightly play with his. Ella’s breathing was getting sharper as he continued to rub her wet pussy, asking her if she wanted anything. Her moans slowly started getting louder as he rubbed over her sensitive clit. Ella smiled and looked at him, “Mmm so many things I could request but you can finger me if you want.” She smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, her hand continuing to stroke his hard cock. Shawn listened to her words and just smiled. “Well, I guess that’s the number one question isn’t it? If you realize later that you don’t want this, then keep it a secret. But if you wanna see what this dick can do, then you’ll probably want to tell me in some capacity, don’t you think?” He said as his fingers finally had a good idea where her clit was and started to focus on it, rubbing circles around it while they kissed. He heard her request and chuckled. “Baby steps grasshopper. I’m pretty sure if we fucked, you’d want to remember it, so let’s have a sober conversation about that.” He said with a smirk as he dipped his index finger into her and pumped it in and out of her while he looked into her eyes. “If you’d like to spit on it, that would feel really good. I might not even complain if you licked it.” He said with a soft groan. Ella looked over at Shawn, her hand still stroking his cock as she listened to what he was saying. Ella bit her lower lip again as he mentioned finally seeing what his dick could do, a more than tempting offer that hinted he’d want to do this again. With an offer like that Ella knew she’d have to bring up tonight again if he forgot, there was no way she could just forget this. Ella continued to moan as he kissed her, moaning louder as his fingers teased her clit.She couldn’t help but giggle as he said to take baby steps, she knew he was right but that didn’t take away the temptation in the slightest. “You’re right, I would want to remember that.” She smirked, “A sober conversation is definitely needed after this.” She chuckled. Ella felt his finger sliding into her, making her gasp and moan as she looked at him. His suggestion to get him wet made her smirk.Ella leaned over his cock and spit on it, stroking her spit onto his cock to get it wetter. “Don’t offer to let me lick it…I don’t trust myself.” She smiled, of course she was dying for a taste and was still considering it. When her spit soaked his cock, oh god did it feel good. He purred as he continued to finger her. It would be a shame that he wouldn’t remember any of this, but it might be for the best. Cause if he did, he’d probably have a fucking heart attack. He was certain his anxiety wouldn’t be able to handle it.He looked to her words and smirked as he snaked a second finger into her while watching her, slowly picking up the pace. “Ball is in your court with that one Ms Ella. You’ll have to live with yourself afterward.” He said with a laugh. Ella smiled proudly as she heard he purring moan that came out of her best friend as she stroked his cock. She felt his second finger sliding into her, stretching her wider and making her moan again as he got faster. “Fuck that feels so good.” She moaned out, from how drunk and turned on she already felt close to cumming. She let out a breathless chuckle as he said ball was in her court with whether or not she got a taste of him. He was turning her on so much and knew so well how to tease her.Looking at his cock that filled her hand she shifted on the couch eventually. Her face was closer to his cock now and her ass was in the air so he could keep fingering her, her back arched up high, emphasizing her hourglass figure. “You can’t tempt me like this with your cock in front of me.” She smiled and stuck out her tongue, taking a long lick of his cock from the base to the tip along the underside. “You should know by now my only weakness is you…” She smiled and looked up at him. “And now your cock.” She smirked, taking another lick and moaning at the taste. She… she licked it. This was all getting real. And god was it good. Maybe a little too good. He continued to plunge his two fingers into his best friend while she continued licking his cock. If she wasn’t careful she was going to make him.. too late. “Fuck Ella I’m gonna cum.” He growled as he tried to finger her as hard as he could. He didn’t want to be the only one to cum in this situation.As he tried to hold it back, he quickly lost that battle as a long groan left his lips and his cock twitched as it sent out strings of semen violently from the tip, sure to coat Ella’s face, and get some in her mouth too. Ella couldn't believe she was on Shawns couch, painting his cock with her tongue, where had this night taken them? What started off as going to a party with a couple of friends ended up with the two of them drunkenly getting each other off. As she continued she eventually heard him call out that he was going to cum, it was officially the hottest time she'd heard someone say that to her. His words were followed by his fingers diving deeper into her. Ella moaned as he brought her closer and closer to her own orgasm.Eventually she watched as thick ropes of his cum shot up at her face and coated her face in his seed. With her tongue still out and open, several ropes of his cum landed on her tongue making her moan at the taste. "Fuck don't stop..." She said as he continued to finger her. Ella's body tightened as she felt her orgasm come crashing down on her. "I-I'm cumming!" She called out as her body quivered, her juices quickly beginning to flow onto his fingers. Did he really just do that? He just came all over Ella’s face, and she was lapping up every little bit of it. “God that’s so fucking good.” He growled as he shot a couple more strings of hot cum into her mouth when he saw her start to cum all over his fingers. “Fuck Ella, that’s so hot. I can’t believe after all this time I’m watching you cum.” He said as he slowly pulled his fingers out and rubbed her clit while she rode through her orgasm. “You’re so damn beautiful. I love you.” He said again, for at least the second time that night. Ella’s orgasm continued to run through her body, the taste of Shawn’s cum still filled her mouth. Ella moaned as she lapped it up, hearing him say it was hot to watch her cum. As her orgasm slowed down she was left panting on the couch, her face still painted with his cum. “I can’t… believe we just…did that…” she said breathlessly. Ella heard him say that he loved her again, they’d been friends a long time and had said that they’d loved each other before but this time was different. “I love you too Shawn.” Ella caught her breath slowly, recovering from her orgasm.“Fuck that was so hot… I can’t believe you just came on my face…and I got to taste it.” She smiled with a grin. God she was perfect, even with her face painted with his seed. He leaned in and kissed her, not caring if he ended up tasting himself. In his drunken stupor, he actually told her what he felt about her, without even knowing it. “I honestly can’t believe we did either. Now I’ll tell you this, I had to show an incredible amount of restraint to not just dump you on the couch and take you.” He said with a smile as he grabbed the towel that he kept at the end of the couch and wiped her face off.He sat and stared at her. His best friend. Someone he went through everything with. And he had just cum all over her, and made her cum too. Would this be the only time that they would do something like this? He hoped not. “Hey, I know we said that you would crash on the couch, but… do you wanna sleep in bed with me?” He asked with a smile as he stood and offered his hand to her. Ella smiled and leaned in as he kissed her, she liked that he didn’t care about his cum and she definitely wasn’t getting tired of the kisses. Despite knowing there was a chance he’d forget all of this in the morning, Ella felt relieved that she had at least gotten it off her chest in some way. She couldn’t help but giggle as he said that he couldn’t believe it either. Her cheeks reddened a bit and she smirked as he said it took a lot of restraint to not take her on the couch. “Can’t promise I wouldn’t have let you.” She teased, telling him she would have let him, she really did trust Shawn.Ella’s mind was in the same place as Shawn’s, would they get to do this again? Depending on how the morning went, Ella was hoping they would. His offer to let her sleep with him made her smile, “Really?” She said sweetly somewhat surprised. “Sure I’d love to.” Ella gently took his hand and stood with him, glancing down at the wet softening cock dangling between his legs. “Are you gonna make me put on clothes?” She asked teasingly. That last comment caught Shawn offguard slightly. She would’ve let him take her? He was almost baffled by that idea and smiled lightly. “Well maybe sometime we’ll try that.” He joked as they walked toward the bedroom.He chuckled at her clothes comment. “Absolutely not. Whatever way you feel most comfortable, is the way that I want you to sleep. Because what’s the use in sleeping in a nice big bed, but needing to be uncomfortable. That would just suck.” He said as he made the bed and crawled in beside her, cuddling up to her. “Goodnight Ella.” He said with a smile as he quickly passed out.The two of them slept extremely well together, as they normally did any time they decided to cuddle at night, which was basically every time they had a sleepover. Shawn eventually woke up and realized something. Something was different. They were.. naked. Shawn waited until Ella opened her eyes, and he smiled at her. “Morning sunshine. Quick question. Why are we naked?” He asked with a confused look on his face. As they walked back to Shawn’s bedroom she heard him suggest that some day he’d have to try and take her that way, the idea made Ella blush, wondering how far down this rabbit hole would take them. Shawn didn’t seem like he wanted her in clothes at all, which Ella wasn’t about to protest. Once they got into the room and Shawn had made the bed the both crawled in.“Goodnight Shawn.” She felt Shawn cuddling up to her, his smooth and warm skin comforting her as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Ella had probably once of the best night sleeps she’d had in a long time.When she woke up she still felt Shawn cuddled up to her, slowly she opened his eyes and saw him looking back at her. Ella wondered how much he remembered of last night. It became pretty clear that he remembered nothing when he asked why they were naked. Ella smiled, realizing that last night hadn’t been a dream. “Well…that’s kind of a complicated story…” she blushed.“Last night we were drunk and kinda…kissed…and stuff…” She said being vague. Shawn finally came around and smiled when she stared to explain what happened. The last thing he remembered about that night was her flashing him in the car when he questioned her being shaved. Then everything went black and here we were. He could believe that in a drunken stupor he could’ve made out with her, but that didn’t explain why they were naked.“Ma’am, you’re going to need to do a better job of explaining this, cause I’m still hopelessly confused.” He said as he honestly couldn’t take his eyes off of her breasts. Considering this was the first time he’d seen them sober. Ella relaxed a hell of a lot more once she saw the smile that came on Shawn’s face, he wasn’t upset or regretting anything it seemed. Ella knew she’d done a bad job at giving him the event of what happened last night. She giggled as Shawn said she was going to have to explain again because he was still confused. Looking back at him she could also see the way he was looking at her breasts.“Okay…so last night.” She paused. “We came home drunk, and somehow we’re on the topic of whether or not we shave.” She laughed. “We poured another drink and you kissed me.”She smiled. “Then we kinda got naked and started touching each other… till we both…y’know…” she blushed hard.“I know last night was kinda…crazy and you don’t remember much and might not…feel the same way.” The idea of that hurt more than anything. “So I can leave if you want…” Shawn listened to her explain everything that happened last night, his jaw almost falling open multiple times when she explained what they did. ‘Fuck.. I really went for it didn’t I?’ He thought to himself as he finished listening to her and gasped at the thought of her leaving.“Absolutely not miss. You aren’t going anywhere.” He said as he spun her to face him and kissed her. “You listen to me. I regret nothing that happened, and I don’t know quite yet if i want us to be a thing, but I sure as hell won’t say no to a little more fun with you while you’re here, naked in my bed. What do you say?” He asked with a soft smile. “We can do whatever you want to do.” Ella was carefully watching to see how Shawn was going to react to what happened last night. She chuckled as he said that he really went for it. “Yea well you definitely shot something.“ She teased and giggled about the ‘shooting’ part. It was clear by his gasp that he wasn’t interested in letting her leave and was quickly telling her she wasn’t going anywhere.She laughed and giggled as he spun her and the pulled her into a kiss. Their lips parted and she listened to him, a warm smile stretching across her face as he said he regretted nothing. Ella laughed again as he said he wouldn’t say no to more fun with her since she was already naked and in his bed. Shawn then offered to do whatever she wanted.”Anything I want?” She said with a smirk while biting her lower lip, clearly something on her mind. “Well…you did kind of surprise me yesterday with how big you are…” she couldn’t believe she was saying these words sober. “C-…I really need to feel it inside of me…” She said somewhat shyly. Shawn chuckled at her comment. “Assuming you did as well as I think you would, there was probably a lot to be released.” He said with a smirk as he watched her think about what she wanted. “Yep. Whatever you want, you can have.” He said with a smile, definitely not expecting what she was about to say next.“Wait…. you want it… inside you?” He asked with a bit of a stutter. He didn’t have an issue doing that for her necessarily, but he knew there was no going back if they did that. “I have no issue doing that for you, but.. how do we get us ready for that? Don’t wanna shove it in there raw and dry.” He said with a wink, still afraid to make any first moves. Ella nodded and chuckled lightly as Shawn said that there was a lot to be released and from what she remembered of last night, there was. Clearly she had taken him a bit by surprise with her request. She couldn’t help but laugh lightly as he seemed to be shocked that she wanted it inside of her. Ella of course knew how big he was by now, he Had told her last night that some girls had an issue with it, but not Ella.As he said he had no issue with it she smiled, she then giggled as he said he didn’t want to put it in raw and dry, the wink told her all she needed to know. “Mmhmm, I guess maybe I could get it a little wet.” She smirked. Making the first move this time her hand slowly slide between the space between them on the bed and onto his chest. Ella leaned in a kissed him softly but with more depth, her hand slowly moved from his chest down towards his cock.Ella’s dainty fingers trailed down and eventually wrapped around his cock, beginning to stroke him lightly. “How would you like me to get you ready?” She teased with a wink while stroking him. Feeling fill her hand again she was still just as surprised with how big he was. “Fuck I can’t believe I didn’t know you had this until last night…” She smirked. “I don’t exactly go around whipping my dick around everywhere just like I hope you don’t go outside and flash your pussy to everyone.” He said with a soft laugh as she said she couldn’t believe that she hadn’t seen his size before.He thought about how he might want her to get him ready. “If you don’t mind using your mouth, I’m sure I could return the favor… if you know what I mean.” He said as he dipped his hand in between her legs and rubbed her smooth sex, slipping a finger into her for a second to tease her. Ella laughed as Shawn said that he didn’t just go about whipping his dick around. She shrugged her shoulders, “Damn shame, we might’ve gotten here a lot sooner!” She winked and joked. “And no, very few people get the privilege to see my pussy.” She smiled and continued to stroke him lightly.As he answered her question, asking her if she’d suck his cock, he also slid a finger into her already wet pussy. As he rubbed her and slid a finger in she let out a quiet moan. Ella slowly shifted in the bed, bringing her head down to his long hard cock. Ella stuck out her tongue again and slowly licked from the tip of his cock down to the base and then back up. Once at the top of his cock she slowly parted her lips and began to sink the tip of his cock into her mouth, letting her tongue dance around it as she sucked on him. “I guess I feel myself as very privileged, because it’s the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen in my life. Better than any girl I’ve been with, and every porno I’ve ever watched.” He said with a smile as she lowered down to lick and suck him.He purred much like a kitten when she took him in her mouth. “God that feels good.” He groaned as he continued to rub and finger her softly. “I wonder what you taste like. Anyone ever tell you?” He asked curiously as he watched her, amazed that his best friend was now openly sucking his cock for her own enjoyment. With how close Shawn and her had been for all of their friendship, it didn’t surprise Ella that they could joke around like this even in this type of mood. Shawn started telling her that she had a beautiful pussy, she couldn’t help but boys and giggle. “Well I’m glad you like it then.” She smirked.The noises Shawn made while she was starting to suck him off we’re so hot. To think about how many times she dreamt about this, it was crazy to her still that this was real. Ella continued to slide inch after inch of his cock into her mouth, beginning to sink him down onto her throat.Ella slid her mouth off for a moment to answer his question. “No actually…no one’s ever told me?” She looked at him and smiled, “You’re welcome to find out if you want.” Ella quickly began to slide his cock back into her throat, sinking a few more inches of him into her. She was beginning to speed up as she began bobbing her head up and down. Shawn smiled at her while she continued to bob her head up and down on his cock. He was surprised that she was able to take so much of it in her mouth the first time.“You know, I might cum if you keep doing that as well as you are, and then we might not ever get to the main course.” He said as he reached up and took her hair lightly in his hand and turned her head to look at him. “How about you go ahead and lie down so I can do some exploring.” He said with a smile as he captured her in a kiss. Ella loved Shawn’s cock, she couldn’t believe how big it was and how much she was loving being able to touch it. She continued to blow him but paused once she heard his voice coming from above.Her smiled widened as he said that he’d cum if she kept going like that, reminding her that there was still more to be had with him. Ella groaned lightly as he grabbed her hair and pulled her into a kiss. His offer for her to lay down was exciting, she couldn’t believe she was about to let her best friend go down on her. Ella let go of his cock reluctantly and laid down on her back looking at Shawn with a smile before pulling him into a deep kiss. He could really tell that she loved his cock. Did she love it enough to actually want him on a daily basis? Or was this just a trial run for them to say ten years down the road that they tried it and have no regrets now that they’ve gone their separate ways? Only time would tell, but it was time to be in the moment.Shawn returned her kiss deeply and passionately as he hovered over top of her. “You made me feel like a king, my turn to make you feel like a queen.” He said as he leaned down and kissed her neck softly before he started slinking down her body, kissing every little inch of her. He stopped at her breasts, taking each one into his mouth, sucking on them and biting the nipples lightly. He then continued down her body, licking her belly button and keeping his tongue out until he reached her mound. He licked the skin right above her slit and kissed each one of her thighs before finally taking his tongue and dragging it from the bottom of her slit to the top, making sure that his tongue pressed against her clit. “Tastes fruity.” He groaned with a smile. Kissing Shawn was still every thing she could have ever dreamt of, and now waking up cuddled with him and fooling around felt like a dream of its own. At this point Ella was starting to worry if they’d be able to go back to how they were after this at all…if there was any going back. Ella of course didn’t really want to go back to how they were before, she’d wanted him for so long, not just sexually.Ella smiled as he said he wanted to make her feel like a queen, her body quickly began to tingle as she felt his lips slowly trailing down her neck and down her body. His lips would touch down on her skin every few inches, making her quiver lightly beneath him. As he began to use his tongue she let out a quiet moan; feeling him getting closer and closer to her wet pussy.His licks and kisses on her thighs were getting her ready for the moment he dragged his tongue up her wet slit and eventually pressed it against her clit. “Mmmmph fuck…” Ella let it a slightly louder moan as she felt him continuing to explore her body, remarking on how she tasted. Biting her lower lip she looked down at him, not sure she‘d be able to forget the image of his face between her legs. “Glad you like it…cause your damn good at it so far.” Shawn smiled in reaction to her moan. It was all the indication that he actually needed to know that he was doing a good job, and that she was enjoying every bit of what he was doing. Honestly the biggest thing he wanted to do right now will show her how much he actually cared about her, and how much he actually wanted her. She would probably have no idea exactly how much until he would use his words, but now is not the time for words. Now is the time to make her feel good and then have both of them feeling good.Shawn smiled at her words. "I don't think you've heard my Golden Rule yet. That is that the girl cums twice before I do once." he said with a smile up to her as he continued to lick her. He focused on more of his effort on her clit, tongue swaying back and forth across it while a finger came down and tease her entrance. "Tell me what you want Miss Ella." He said with a cheeky grin. Ella looked down at him, watching as his head dove between his legs and continued to please her. The smile that stretched across his lips as she told him he was good at it was cocky as all hell but also very sexy. Ella smiled and blushed lightly as he said that he had a golden rule, telling her he was going to make her cum twice before he did. “I like the sound of that rule.” She giggled lightly.Another moan left Ella’s lips as he brought his attention back to her wet folds. Her body tightened and she moaned louder as she felt his tongue playing with her clit. One of her hands gripping onto the bedsheets tightly and the other moving to interlock itself into his hair. Shawn asked her what she wanted, it was clear as day in her mind what she wanted and it instinctively came out. “You…” she said with a moan. Her eyes closed and her head fell back a bit. “Fuck, that feels so good.” Ella could already tell she was getting close, Shawn really did seem to be good at this. Sean looked up at her with yet another smile crossing his face. She really did want him inside her, and he was more than happy to oblige, but however there was still work to do. "Well, the quicker that did you cum, the quicker you get what you want, because I'm not leaving from between your legs until you do, and I want it all over me." He said as his tongue continued its assault on her clit.This continued for a few more seconds before his finger that was teasing her finally plunged inside her and wasted no time in pumping in and out of her as fast as it could. "Let it all out Ella, you can be as loud as you want and you can cum as hard as you want, there's no one here to hear you other than me." He said with a cheeky smirk. Their eyes connected again as Shawn looked up at her from her wet pussy, the smile on his face was wider than she’d ever seen before. She couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth as he told her he wasn’t giving her what she wanted until she came, saying he wanted it all over himself. Soon after he spoke his tongue was right back down to flicking over her clit, edging her closer and closer to cumming.Ella gasped out loud as she felt his finger plunging into her, already beginning to slide in and out faster. Shawn was telling her to let it out, it was so hot hearing him tell her to cum and to moan as loud as she wanted. It didn’t take her much longer to cum and her moans kept getting louder and louder under they were uncontrollable. Her body tightened and her hips buckled as she moaned, “Mmmph…fuck! Sha-Shawn.” She moaned out, “I’m gonna cum!” She called out as her orgasm started rocking over her body. Her push started to squirt as Shawn continued to finger fuck her and tongue her clit. When Ella started to squirt on him, he smiled and continued to eat her out until her body finally calmed down. He looked up at her with a large smile on his face. “Good girl. That’s exactly what I wanted. Now I get to give you what you want.” He said with a smile as he crawled back up her body and kissed her. When he broke the kiss, he allowed his cock to rest at her entrance. “Do you wanna put it in, or do you want me to?” He asked with a smirk as he pecked her lips again. Ella’s body continued to writhe as he continued to ear her out until her orgasm finally came to an end. Eventually as her breathing calmed she opened her eyes and looked down at him, seeing the wide smile on his face. Ella’s cheeks burned red when she heard that he was finally going to give her what she wanted, coming up to kiss her and giving her a taste of her own juices. Ella kissed him back and smiled at him when he asked if she wanted to put him him.“God I never thought I’d hear you say that. I’ll put it in.” She said while her hand started to trail down his body and eventually wrap around his hard cock, guiding the tip to between her wet lips and rubbing it over her entrance a few times. With his tip pressing against her entrance she smiled. “Mmmm, fuck please give it to me Shawn.” When she said that she would put it in, Shawn almost melted. He had secretly wanted to f*** his best friend for years, and now it's getting his opportunity. He couldn't count the amount of times that he had thought about this exact moment, and now it was all coming true. "God I've waited so long for this." He said as he noticed his tip basically inside her, and thrusted softly into her until he bottomed out. "God you feel so good." He said as he started thrusting lightly into her. "How does that feel?" He asked.

The Best Dilemma (AustinMDG x Kamisama)

After Dark (Shadowguard & Kenshin)

"The city of Andros was once a peaceful, no clouds filled the skies, it was an endless word of blue over the land. Children could be heard playing on the streets until the sun went down or when it was time to have dinner. There was no family in the island that didn't enjoy a walk in the park, they had no sense of worry. The summers days were long and hot, the water that surrounded the island only enhanced the humidity that enveloped the area. The winters came in a harsh wave, the water froze, and all fishing seized to exist during that time. The crime rate was low, even with dark creatures around them. Everything was dealt with in a proper manner. This was really a place of life, a place to regain the sense of security that was once broken in other places. The inhabitants of Andros walked the streets without a care in the world, they went about their they like nothing could ever touch them, nothing could ever happen. Everything was... calm. "Danika frowned and folded the newspaper in her hand and set it aside. "Andros as a calm peaceful place?... hard to believe now." She leaned back on her chair, balancing on the back legs. Her hazel eyes scanned the ceiling of the old library, it was moldy, filled with stains of water damage, a few cobwebs could even be seen on the once white ceiling, now turned yellow. She had been reading an article, dated back just a mere five years ago, not a very long time to have things change so drastically. The world around her now consisted of not trusting anyone, having to watch your back, and look at each street and alley to check nothing would jump out at you. "Damn stress..." she mumbled under her breath. Andros has gone to hell since the vampires started to multiply, no inhabitant was safe, no more of this "protection" the article talked about. Golden light started filling the room she was in, the big windows let in a lot of natural light, it was time to go.There was a clock on the far wall, the ticking had calmed her, yet the steady rhythm made her feel like she had been there for hours instead of those few minutes she had actually been there. "Seven thirty, I guess I should leave." While gathering her things, the sound of scattering outside was able to be heard, no one was allowed to be outside after eight. That alone caused all the night activities to end, Andros had lost a lot of money in the night entertainments and clubs that kept the city alive at night instead of just being a lifeless island in the sea. Danika zipped up her backpack and heaved it over her shoulder. The girl had just turned 19 years old, she had black hair that cascaded down her shoulders, hazel eyes and tan skin. Her facial features were soft, no harsh lines, no signs of worry even from a place like Andros.She made her way out of the library, she was the last to leave. Already sirens could be heard, a loud warning for anyone that was taking a chance to be outside. Little did she know that the clock in the library was slow, about 15 minutes too slow. Soldiers already started walking the streets, even they weren't enough to keep the peace in the island all the times. Vampires, she had never seen one, never wanted to. She still wanted to think of them as just a creature from her books, a creature of nothing but imagination. This was the only thing that made her calm and keep walking even though the others were falling apart around her. Children started crying. The line "Children could be heard playing..." flashed into her mind. "You there, hurry up and go home, stop slacking!" A man in uniform had called out to her, his gloved hand stretched to point at her. "Yes, sir." was all she said and continued walking. She still had time, it wasn't going to be long for her to get home, after all she still had thirty minutes. What could go wrong? ( lived underground in an old abandoned bomb shelter, he made it to his liking with chairs, books, several weapons and a bed. He lived like a human did in modern times, except he lived during the night and slept during the day. The ways of the ancients, sleeping and coffins uncomfortably, was a thing of the past. Aesri was not an ancient, but he was not among the vampires that infested the city of Andros. He was a little over 200 years old, he remembered the city when it was more peaceful, even for vampires. The problem was that too many vampires learned how to create more, and they followed their own laws, and not the laws of the Asri, the vampire government that used to govern over the city of Andros.Aesri cared about no one, vampire or human. He fed upon both of them, which was against the laws of the Asri, but he didn't care. They couldn't contain their own, and no one would notice one missing vampire every once and a while. Aesri sat upon a velvet chair and he sat drinking a glass of fresh vampire blood. A vampire women he abducted lied beside him so he could feed from her. He fed her rats, and kept her for a means of food. He refused to eat rats, and there were plenty of rats around for her to drink, so he made use of her. She was securely chained up and kept weakened, only having enough energy to catch the rats to keep her fed. She no longer spoke to Aesri, giving up months ago with trying to reason with him. He found her blood delightful, and he chose her because she was nice to look at, that and she was on the brink of death when he found her. So because he saved her life, he used her to filter the rat blood in the simplest explanation.Because he drank from a glass it meant obviously stuck to the old ways of being human and drinking from a glass. When he was finished he set his glass down and walked over to his dresser, he dressed in military attire that he had stolen from a dead soldier, he was of course responsible for the mans death, carefully chosen for his size to make sure his clothes would match Aesri's slender body. After dressing in his military uniform, he strapped his military issued M16A2 Rifle and his 9mm silenced glock. He would look like a soldier, and if anyone questioned him he would silently kill them.Aesri left his bunker and rose from the underground to the city, he carefully walked out of the sight of the other soldiers, he didn't want anyone getting a good look at him, nor did he want to seem suspicious. The sun was not in sight, though he could see a small amount of light from when it went down. As he walked from the ally to the street he didn't see any soldiers, but he noticed a woman walking alone. Did she have a death wish? Aesri watched her with his glistening blue eyes, as her back was turned to him he ran up behind her with super human speed, then grabbed her shoulder. "Excuse me, but I have orders to shoot anyone not wearing a military uniform after 8pm, give me a good reason not to." He said to her, she was as a mouse was to a cat. He loved playing with both humans, vampires and hell even the soldiers brought him great amusement. After the military man ordered her to go home, she continued walking in her normal pace. Everything around her was dying down, there were less people on the streets, the only thing that could be heard now is the cawing of the crows, and the footsteps of the military. Every now and then, one of them would start barking orders again, such a drag to hear, not even that goes in peace. She gripped onto her bag and took another look around as she walked. The houses were barred up, nothing that was seen before, the windows were decorated in steel bars, nothing could get in or out. Why would that stop someone that is determined to get inside? She wondered. Everything was pointless now. Everyone was willing to do anything in order to keep the sense that they felt protected. Any new item on the tv, guaranteed to ward off any type of intruders, were sold like hot cakes. It all could be a damn lie, for she knew, but that didn't stop her own family from buying the items. It was all a matter of keeping everyone under control. Control, you get order.Once that control is lost, then you get panic. The state the whole city is in at the moment, at least until the sun rose again. The crunching of leave beneath her feet caused her to get out of her train of thought, she was just a few blocks away from her house, wouldn't take long. She could see it now, the first thing she was going to do was take a long hot bath. It had been so long since she had done that. Something always came up, homework she hadn't finished, or certain errands to run before the sun hid in the horizon. Maybe, even put candles around her, the sweet scent of lavender always calmed her. She shook her head and smiled. "So scatter brained..." she scolded herself. At least thinking about that made it easier to take in that she was completely alone on the street or so she thought.Not one footstep did she hear before she got grabbed. "Hey, what's your-!" She started before she turned around and looked at the tall man before her. "Oh." Her grip tightened on the shoulder strap. Men in uniform made her nervous, she hated being screamed at by them, made her feel like some kind of animal that wouldn't listen. It wasn't long before she was struck with fear when the last word was spoken. "But it isn't even eight yet." she complained as she stuffed her hand in her pocket and took out her phone. Clicking one of the side buttons the screen on the surface illuminated. There it was, in white numbers, a burning white that sent a chill up her spine. Seven minutes past eight.Her throat suddenly went dry, a whirl of thoughts rushed into her head. Was this really it? She hadn't done anything she could be proud of. Now she was going to die, on the street, by a simple mistake that could have been avoided. Well, it wasn't like she had anything to be happy about in her life, each day was done as the day before. Same fucking routine. Her death was going to be the highlight of her day. "I have no reason to beg for my life." she ran her hand through her black hair, the aroma of strawberries filled her nose. "Go ahead, shoot." Aesri brought his silenced pistol to the woman's forehead, he wanted to feed of her fear before he lured her in for the real kill. He would not carelessly kill someone for no reason, he has the respect to atleast eat what he killed, unless he was forced to kill, then he would leave their rotting corpse in the street. When Aesri expected fear he got something else, acceptance of death. He lowered the gun and smiled, his eyes searching hers between his two golden blonde bangs, his smile grew when he realized he forgot to put his hair up. If anyone saw him with his hair down they would try and reprimand him for that. "Let me tell you a little secret.." Aesri said before putting his weapon away and fixing his hair. "I fucking hate the military, I am wearing a dead mans uniform!" Aesri said, as if he were proud of it.Aesri could feel the presence of another human coming up, and he looked and saw a man dressed in military attire, of course, who else would be out? "Who are you, and why is she not dead!" The man shouted and quickly drew his weapon. Aesri stood straight and replied, "She was with me before the sun went down, I kept her!" He shouted, the man walked closer, examining Aesri and the woman, his weapon pointed at Aesri the whole time. Aesri could read his thoughts, one of the many gifts vampires had over the weaker species.Why does he have long hair, we are required a buzz, something is off about him..Sgt. Adams! Impostor!As soon as the man came to the conclusion that Aesri was an impostor, quicker than they eye could see the man had been shot between the eyes with Aesri's silenced 9mm glock. His movement speed surpassed a humans by a hundred, and even if a squad opened fire on him he would most likely come out unharmed. Aesri quickly took the mans weapons, ammunition and his wallet with his military ID, pay and pictures of his family."You live down the street, take me to your place. We need to hide before anyone shows up.." Aesri said to her as he threw out the junk in the mans wallet, such as the pictures of his family and random receipts. "Such a waste" He muttered before he looked up at the stranger, wanting to leave immediately. When the muzzle of the gun pointed towards her forehead, not a single blink was received from her. All she could think about was the fact that she was nothing but a coward, she should have ended her life long ago, God knew she wanted to. Just like her much wanted bath, the death never came. Or, she never brought it upon herself. Her green eyes never looked away from what little she could see of his. Even this was a drag, why take such a fucking long time to kill someone if you already have a gun pointed at their head. One movement was all it took for her to have her release of the pathetic thing she called a life. "Doesn't that make you a big man." was her response, her voice filled with indifference about how he obtained the uniform.She could care less, one less human to worry about. Her gaze was broken when another man interrupted, she could see that he had already been in the line of firing. He was probably new, every other man in uniform knew not to ask questions but to simple pull the trigger. That was his mistake. Another opportunity missed for her. Danika placed her hands on her hips and looked to the heavens for a moment, it was getting darker. The sky was being painted by different shades of purple. That moment that she spent looking up, she didn't even notice that the man in uniform had already fallen to his knees. A tilt of the head was all that was was able to produce out of the whole situation. Looks like she was in deeper shit than she thought. Obviously this man was not in the military, that she already knew, then what the hell was he?With tentative eyes she watched as how he went through the other's belongings. Family of four, from what she could see from the picture on the ground. Another family was going to be in tears when they find out daddy wasn't coming home. "Yeah, how about you go to where you came from, and I go home." On one thing she did agree with him was on the waste, why couldn't that be her bullet? "If you want to shoot me, go right ahead, but I am not taking you to my place." At least no one was home, it was just her and her mother now, and she was away on business. Aesri grabbed her wrist and pulled her with him as he walked quickly down the street, trying to avoid the attention of the military. She lived a few blocks away? Well he knew where, he could see it in her head. As he arrived closer, a few buildings away he let her go. "I will spare your life Danica, because you already seem to be dead inside." Aesri said as he reached into his pocket and grabbed the second 9mm glock. He checked the chamber of the gun as well as the clip, fully loaded and ready to fire. He placed the gun in her hand with his right hand, and with his left hand made her hand close upon it so she couldn't refuse it. "I don't see the point of killing you when you will do the job all by yourself just fine, I suggest you do it when your mother is asleep."Aesri smiled at her and turned his back and began to walk away. "Should you wish to find new meaning to your pathetic fucking existence seek me out at the gates of hell past sundown." Aesri smiled the whole time, amused. He walked slowly giving her enough time to either retreat into her home or come after him if she wanted to know what he meant, how he knew her name and that her mother was inside without her telling him any of it. If she retreated he would stick around and see if she killed herself, the gun he gave her did not have a silencer on it as his did so he would be able to hear it. As she was pulled along, she didn't bother with asking where they were going or what he was going to do. Not that it mattered. It actually came as a bit of a shock when the man brought her to her door. Had he been watching her? How could he possibly know about her home or her mother being inside. Finally he let her go. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "Thanks you so much." she said in an annoyed tone, more of a sarcastic one at that. It wasn't until the cold skin of the gun slip into her hand that she looked down. "Why are you-?" she started before she listened to what he had to say.What the hell, this guy is nothing but an ass.Since when does he have a saying of what she should do. "Thanks again, I was in dire need of some suicide tips."What an arrogant man he was, watching him smile really made her want to point a gun at him. No need for it, she knew she had never used a gun before, her aim would be off and she would mostly likely miss. His last words were what really made her eyes dart to meet the back of his head as he walked away. How could he give her a better existence? Did he really have that power? She shook her head.Whatever... you crazy mook."See you." She placed the gun on the porch table, grabbed her keys and went inside. Finally, some sort of peace. Maybe she was going to take that bath after all.There was silence inside, so she was careful not to wake her mother. Setting her things in her room, she thought about the strange encounter she just had. "What is it that he actually does? Couldn't really be legal with the crap he pulled just now." Making her way to the bathroom, she decided to put the thoughts aside and just try and relax. She turned on the bathroom light, closed the door and started setting everything up. Pretty soon, candles filled the rim of the bath tub. The sweet aroma was intoxicating. She had even turned off the light in order to be in the dim light the candles brought. After filling the tub, she added bath salts and started undressing. He walked for a moment and when she turn her back he watched her as she set the gun down on the porch. Like that would go unnoticed, a military issued gun just sitting on the porch. He went and retrieved the gun and stood there for a moment before a a squad turned the corner. Without thinking he quickly opened her front door and hid inside. He didn't want to draw anymore attention to the area because they would start a hunt, believe it or not there was a military faction of vampires, religious fanatics that were employed by the government to hunt their own kind. He wanted none of that.He heard the bath running, he had no desire to go outside so he decided he would continue where he left off. He quietly opened the door to the bathroom, and shut it quickly and silentlyHe would go unnoticed for a moment before revealing himself. "I have to be honest, you are quite stunning for a human." He said to her, impressed by how decorated her bath was with candles. She was just about to step into the water before his voice startled her, letting out a gasp and a unbalanced jump. "What the hell are you doing here?" she questioned after she steadied herself by holding onto the towel rack. She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks, making them fill with color. The room was dark enough to where she could only see the outline of his body.Great... a stalking crazy mook.She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her naked body and held the edges tightly. "Don't you have someone else to try and intimidate?" she asked going over to the wall were he was standing and turned on the light.Her hair was up in a messy pony tail, a few strands went rebellious and hung around her face. Now she had her arms crossed across her chest and leaned back on the counter. Like always, something had to come up and she never got to enjoy a much wanted bath. Was really a pity. Something she was looking forward to was taking away even by strangers. He could tell she was annoyed, which was unexpected. He expected her to be much more angry with him, and alarmed by him. He was a murderer, why did she not fear him as much as most humans would? Did she really not care about her own life that much? Aesri laughed a little, "You are very interesting, you know leaving a gun on your porch would have the patrols knocking at your door?" He said as he looked over her figure, what he could see of it with the towel over her anyways. She was more concerned with her bath being ruined than anything, Aesri never met a human so careless in his 200+ years of existence.Aesri stepped a bit closer to her and he grabbed her left wrist with his right hand and brought it to his mouth and bit her, sucking up a small bit of her blood. His left hand met her lower back as he pulled her closer to him. Her blood was quite fulfilling, much more than that of the vampire who drank rats blood. He bit his own tongue and let his blood mix in with her wound, to heal it quicker, it was the way vampires hid the bite marks on their victims necks. "My darling, please continue your bath. I do not wish to disturb what you seem to have been craving most." He had a curious look about him, very interested in Danica's psyche. Danika had to admit he had a point in that, but it wasn't like she had anything to hide, she would just simply tell them what happened and why the gun was left there. "I wish I could say the same about you." a little smirk pulled on the corner of her pink lips, but just as easily as it had came, it faded. "And them coming to my door would not pose a problem for me, I would simply just tell them what happened." she shrugged before blinking when he came closer to her.Ugh... why is he so keen on continuing to bother me?!Even with her annoyance in her head, she remained calm, that is before he took her by the wrist."What are you doing?" she asked, watching him closely as he brought her hand to his lips. Her face gave a little twitch from the sting of the cut, what the hell had he just done? No matter, she didn't want to give it much thought. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of thinking he was just going to come and mess with her. Her mind cleared when his other hand was placed on her back and pulled closer. Never had she been this close to a man, most pretty much avoided her. Her heart instantly started pounding and she blushed. A tingling sensation was left on her skin.Why is he being like this now?She wondered, it was so embarrassing that he was calling her that, he didn't even know her. "This isn't a peep show." she pouted, but she really wanted that bath. If he was going to stay with her the least he could do is not watch her like he was doing now. Though she had to admit, it gave her a strange feeling that he was holding her the way he was. Aesri read that she planned to continue her bath, and wanted him to look away, so he did. He sat on the floor, he could no longer see her body but only her head. "As you bathe, I am going to tell you a story.." He said to her, his voice was gentle, it was deep but now serious instead of devious. Aesri wanted to tell her what he was, and when and how. He wanted to read her reaction to his story, and see if she would fear him afterwards, this he doubted would happen."Exactly 236 years ago I found myself lying in a pool of my own blood, I had pissed off a politician, and he ordered a hit on me. Let me tell you a sword through the chest is a very fucking painful experience.." He started out saying, starting at his death. "As I laid dying on the streets alone, there was but one person who stopped to help me. He asked me if I wanted to live, and me being the foolish 21 year old that I was, I wanted to live. That man was a vampire, and with his blood he breathed new life into me. I stayed with him for a week, and then he left me to bare the world alone." Aesri looked up at Danika, to see if she was paying attention before he continued. "For over 200 years, I have been hiding from humans, obeying the laws set forth for vampires to not disturb the peace, and then 3 years ago vampire began to spread like wildfire, they wouldn't stop creating more! This was absolutely forbidden, such a mass amount of vampire created. It couldn't be contained, and let me tell you something even more interesting than all of that.."Aesri stood up and looked down upon Danika, "I have never been so drawn to another being in my existence, than I am you. You are human, but you are already just as fucking dead as I am! And almost as gorgeous." He looked down upon her naked body, he wanted so badly to drink all of her blood right then and there, but no, why ruin something so quickly? After he turned away, she removed her towel and placed it on the rack before getting into the tub and sinking into the warm waters neck deep. She closed her eyes, such a bliss just relaxing in her tub, finally she was able to have what she wanted. Unfortunately, she returned from cloud nine when she heard the man's voice.How could I almost forget?a smile appeared on her lips again at her own foolishness. Might as well listen to what he had to say, didn't seem like he was going anywhere any time soon. A story, she remembered when she was younger and her mother used to tell her stories while she bathed. That was a long time ago. Now, her mother and she barely talked to each other, they were more like mere beings living under one roof. She didn't bother Danika, and Danika didn't bother her. Since her father left them when she was 10, her mother spiraled. "Whatever floats your boat." She replied before folding a towel and placing it behind her head and relaxed.Since there was no subs in the water, and the salts had already dissolved, the water was a bit murky, but clear enough to see her body. After a moment she closed her eyes and listened to what he had to say.Hm... a vampire huh? Can't say I am too surprised.And she wasn't, up until now, she didn't give vampires any thought, but she knew about them. So the man before her was a vampire, certainly explained the blood he drank from her. No human would do that, unless they filed their teeth and thought they got power from drinking human blood. "Man can do foolish things when it comes to life or death." she commented. "Vampires are no different from that."Her eyes opened when she heard the shuffling of movement and looked at him. He stood tall, powerful, confident. She was sure that he would have no trouble snapping her in half with a quick movement if he wanted to. Why did he keep saying things like that to her. Making the blush on her cheeks rise.Gorgeous?She crossed her arms and turned her head away from him with a pout.Why is he so interested, if I am just as dead as he is?Better to leave death alone. "You are a real pervert." He laughed when she called him a pervert, but he muffled it to keep her mother from hearing it, didn't want to draw attention to himself. Without a single word he walked to the tub and knelled down, he placed his cold hand on her check before he placed a soft kiss on her lips, he bit his tongue and then pushed it past her lips, forcing her to experience the ecstasy caused by vampire blood to a human. He passionately kissed her for a few seconds, bleeding into her mouth before his wound healed. She would get a mouthful of his blood, which could have many different effects on her, one of those being heaven.Aesri would not kill this woman, no, he would use her perhaps as a 'friend'. After all, there were many advantages to knowing a human, as they could walk in the day. He watched her, studied her once more. He had never shared his blood with another human, nor a vampire for that matter. He never created a vampire either. His laugh was somehow music to her ears, made her feel a bit calmer, that was until her touched her burning cheek.Cold...she shivered then let out a little gasp when his lips touched hers. His lips were just the same, it was a change from the warm lips that humans had. It was just a contrast of temperature, she was well aware of him.Ngh... so gentle...Why couldn't she push him back? She wanted to, how dare he just come in and start kissing her, taking her blood. She was about to complain before a sweetness touched her tongue, causing her to melt. Her hands were now gripping to whatever they could, meaning one was on the rim of the tub the other on the soap rack. What was more surprising yet, was that she was liking it, liking the taste of his blood and the way he was kissing her.All the worries, all the thoughts left her mind, now it was only invaded by him. All him. His touch, his smell, his kiss. Never before had she felt this kind of peace, like there was nothing going on around her, everything was like it should be. "Mmmm..." she moaned softly into the kiss. She drank his blood, getting drunk on the feeling it brought even if she didn't understand what was going on. It was such a rush of heaven and harmony. Her hand raised to grip onto his hair, but she retracted it when his blood stopped flowing. With that a familiar was born, or something of that sort. A familiar refers to a human under a vampires control, and with the seductive charm and taste of Aesri's blood, she would not be able to forget him, no matter what she did. It was at this point that a vampire would begin to manipulate the human familiar, and usually it was followed with the promise of making them a vampire as well, though Aesri had no such intention yet, if at all.She looked alive for the first time since they met, Aesri was pleased with this. He looked upon her with dark seductive eyes, she wanted more even though her 'high' would last for at least an hour. "Tell me child, what do you want more than anything in the world?" He asked her, curious to how she would respond while under the influence of a vampires blood. Her eyes were glazed over half closed, her face was still flushed, and now she felt like she was going to drift away.Such beautiful eyes...She didn't recognize the thought as her own, yet it was. She had never been one to notice such things, sure she had her little moments of girly-ness, but that was it, it had been a while since that happened. She wanted to get lost in his eyes, her own were such a deep green at the moment, almost liquid like. She made herself sit up and she rested her cheek on her hand.What do I want?That wasn't something she thought about either. Seemed like he had such a talent on making her think about things she had never before thought about, or thought very little.She thought her response was going to be death, death is what she wanted for a long time. But the words didn't leave her lips. "To matter..." she whispered, now looking away from him. That was what she wanted, she wanted to matter to someone, to be loved and cared for, that would be enough to convince her that her life actually meant something. Thought convincing her that the person actually cared for her was going to be the bigger task. Certain events in her life caused her to lose absolute trust in anyone. Aesri smiled, to matter hm? Aesri could never see himself actually caring for a human, as far as love went. Aesri thought about it, he didn't love anyone but himself, and he couldn't understand why anyone needed love. Aesri was a very arrogant and cold being, he spent most of time causing trouble for other people, killing them for sport and putting lesser vampires in their place. Aesri realized then that Danika was very weak in mind and spirit, she wanted to matter to someone, and didn't matter to herself. "Well love, if you want to matter to anyone else, you must first care about yourself." He said, "If you want to matter to me you will have to prove yourself useful.." He then said coldly, knowing that she would want to prove herself, at least in her current state of mind.Aesri would leave her to herself to think about what he had said, he had grown quite bored as he had done what he wished to accomplish. "I must now take my leave, if you wish to join me feel free to meet me at the gates of hell" And with that Aesri disappeared, the door closed suddenly and she was left to herself. He left the gun on the ground for her should she need it.Hell's gate was an old strip club, and it was a great place for vampires before the mass spread of them. Aesri lived underneath the club itself, as that is where the bomb shelter was located. Danika remained in the tub for what seemed a very long time, her fingers got all prunny and she felt a bit bloated. Once her mind had cleared, she pushed herself up and drained the tub. "Fucking bastard..." Her hands were shaking, she wanted to hit something with all the strength she had, so tired of this, tired of her life, tired of the pain she felt and saw. Plus she was angry at the man that came into her home. Not once did she bother to ask for his name, and frankly, she didn't care. He was going to be someone she forgot about soon enough, or so she thought. Once again she wrapped herself in a towel and turned out the candles, put them away and headed to her bedroom.Even if she wanted to forget about what happened, she continued going through the conversation she had.I don't want to matter to you.She went to her window and opened the curtains, the window was half boarded up, only a wide enough gap was made so she could see outside. Nothing but darkness, she even thought she saw something moving in the tall grass, but she figured it was nothing. "What did he do to me?" Her fingertips gently touched her lips, a cooling sensation was still there. A flash of his lips pressed against hers came to her mind, she shook it away instantly. She had felt so eager to please him, so keen on wanting his affection and love. Now, she didn't want any of that. She didn't even know why she said she wanted to matter.She very well knew that once someone cares about you, they are more capable of destroying you. No one could be trusted. Especially now that this once peaceful place has gone to hell. After taking a deep breath she let herself fall onto the softness of her bed, the covers caressed her skin. "It was my lucky day." she said sarcastically as she watched the slow turning fan on the ceiling. "My lucky fucking day. " Aesri would leave her be for the night. He ended up walking back to his place, and on his way back he was shot in the back with an automatic rifle not far from Danika's house. He had been watched, and his uniform compromised. After being shot he quickly darted away out of the gunman's line of sight. He didn't stop to check who it was, he simply fled. Even he had a healthy dose of fear for the military, not knowing who is watching, and which faction. If he had come against the vampire faction, the Guardians of Shadows, he would surely be killed as their speed was the same as his. He had never had an issue with them, as he stayed low key most of the time.He went home and his wounds were already healed, they missed his heart thank the gods. He fed from his vampire slave to regain his strength, when he was finished her slit her throat and put her out of her misery. He was bored with her. He burned her body and left the building to let the stench air out, however he was in hells gate. He say imagining how it used to be. Dancers, gambling...life..He became a little depressed, his life was limited by the government, and he was very pissed off. With a groan, Danika placed her hands over her face. "Gah! Why can't you get out of my head!" She was so frustrated that with whatever she did all she did was think about her visitor. This was so troublesome, all she wanted to do was focus on her assignments, and she ended up just leaning back on her computer chair and twirling herself a bit. "Maybe I should go out and meet him at hell's gate... not like it'll change anything." She crossed her arms over her chest now. She had changed to just a night shirt and put some low cut socks on, and honestly, she was too lazy to get dressed and leave. Not to mention that it was too dangerous for her to go out alone, if the military didn't get her, surely another vampire while.What am I thinking... I have a death wish anyway...She thought for a moment longer, contemplating all the possibilities and reasons why she should even go. He didn't say how he could make her life better, all he said was meet him there. She didn't know anything about him. So, her decision was to let him wait, let him soak in his interest in her a while longer. She was just that with his interest he wasn't going to leave her alone just yet, so he was bound to come around soon enough. Aesri ended up staying inside for the rest of the night contemplating what he should do about the military, it was a wish of his to eradicate the problem somehow, but he was no politician, and had no influence over the human world. Aesri stayed thinking of the issues in the new world all night, and when he noticed the sun rise, he went underground to his pile of ash that once was his vampire blood slave, and his bed. He would sleep until the next night.When that night came he grew hungry, he needed blood. He was not old enough for the hunger to not diminish, she he had to feed at least every few days, but he still got hungry daily. Vampires would go crazy when starved, and become monsters. This would not happen to him unless he went without feeding for about a week. Most new vampires needed to feed daily, or they would go insane. He could hear gunfire outside, so he waited a few hours before leaving the underground. Upon leaving he found a whole squad of dead soldiers, and several vampires looked at him as he left the building. "Who the fuck are you?" The leader among them asked, they immediately took him for a threat and attacked.Aesri was faster than them, and much stronger and older. He quickly shot two of them in the head with his silenced pistol, however the third and last of them got away. "Fucking coward..." Aesri said under his breath. He looked down at the vampires he had attacked, and one was still alive but in shock and coughing up blood. Aesri finished him off by feeding on the remaining blood, he quickly scavenged through the vampires and soldiers belongings putting what he found of use in his bunker, including weapons, ammunition and money.He would pay Danika a visit soon enough, he needed a favor that only a human could do. He wandered the streets for about an hour before going to her house, but he did not want to go in as to disturb her mother. He knocked on her window lightly, not knowing if she were inside. When the sun had come up, the rays coming in through the cracks of her window were enough to stir her awake. She was in a sweat, panting and flushed. "What a dream..." she whispered, holding her head before running her fingers through her silky black hair. Rarely did she have dreams like the one she had, full of terror, more like nightmares. Pushing herself out of bed, she started undressing to take a shower this time. She was going to go about her day like the day before, just because of what happened the day before wasn't going to stop her from "enjoying" the few hours of light she had left. Which were to be spent at the library. She didn't know what it was about that place, the smell of the book, the silence, all played a part in her tranquility when she was there. It was almost a get away from the world outside that had changed so much.Once she was ready, she got out of the house and headed to a little cafe first to get herself some breakfast. Her mother had taken an early leave, probably had another business trip. That meant she was going to be alone for a few days before she returned. After getting a latte and a few pastries, she headed to the library. As she walked through the doors, her tranquility began, her body just soaked it in like no ones business. There were already a few people around, not like the shuffling and turning of pages bothered her, it was all part of the atmosphere. She made her way to her usual spot, set her things down before she started scanning the shelves for something to read.Danika remained in the library for a couple of hours, only leaving when she started getting hungry, must be dinner time. As she walked home, she was half expecting to see her visitor, even with her peace in the library, the thought of him was still scratching the walls of her mind. She had enough discipline to disregard it and continue on with her task. "I'm sure he'll be around soon." she smiled to herself and went into her house and started making dinner after she changed into something more comfortable. Which was just her clingy night shirt that her mother had bought her. After a while, she heard the calling for everyone to be inside and the commands of a military man. Won't be long now.The house filled with the aroma of her dinner. "Just like mother never made." she said as she took out the baked fish from the oven. It wasn't long after that that she started hearing the knocking. It was him. Her heart skipped a beat and her breathing labored as she headed to the door, even though that wasn't the area the sound was coming from. She opened the door and looked around, she went around the house finally seeing him at the window from her bedroom. "I almost expected you to just barge in like yesterday." She said placing her hands on her hips as she looked at him. "The door was open." Aesri quickly went inside, he noticed with each passing day that the streets became more dangerous which made him very nervous about being out and about for long. "Thank you for the permission.." He said sarcastically as he walked inside, closing and locking the door behind him. He could feel the energy swelling within the city, too many vampires were being created and he could feel them all around him. He couldn't tell which were stragglers, and which were paramilitary. Gun fire could be heard in the distance from automatic weapons, in different directions. The vampires were conducting a raid it seemed of the streets, which was unusual as they weren't ever organized in large scale after the mass outbreak."It's a warzone out there.." Aesri said, he no longer seemed curious, amused or sadistic, he was more alarmed and alert. "Never go to hells gate, my invitation has been withdrawn" he said, paused deep in thought. "My home has been compromised.." He then said, knowing that the scene earlier would mean that the military presence in the area would grow.Aesri hadn't looked at Danika since he had walked in, he passed her by and began to spew his stress. In truth, it was because he would probably die soon, again. He noticed the military movements, the vampire movements and his own survival chance was very slim. The vampires seemed to be led by a rouge government, and the military presence responded accordingly. It wouldn't be far off until the elite hunters would patrol everywhere, the vampire paramilitary group could only grow with each passing moment. They were good tools, they hated vampires, and willing subjected themselves to wearing devices attached to them in case they frenzied, or defected they could be killed in an instant. Danika shook her head and added the dead bolt to the door, for added "protection." She wasn't paying much thought to her rant, she was more concerned with not haven eaten her dinner yet. Though she did listen to a few things and she had noticed his edginess since he came into the door. Once she was back into the kitchen, which had a view of the living room, she was able to grab herself a plate of the fish and keep in eye one him. "Well, seems like a bad time to be a vampire, huh?" Even as much as she hated to admit it, she knew he had a point about what was going on. There hasn't been this much commotion since the whole damn problem with the vampires started."And, I wasn't sure if I was going to go or not, so I guess it doesn't matter now." Look at her, talking to him like he was her friend or something, when she didn't even know his name. Nothing about him, just the fact that he was a vampire created over two hundred years ago. She made her way back into the living room and sat down on the couch with her plate on her lap. "Would you like something to eat? Does your kind even eat people food?" she asked, she had made more food than she intended to, so there was no problem there. "Or, you can just grab anything you like from the kitchen, if you tend on staying here, which I assume you are."It was really too bad about his home, she remembered when her father left them, he threw her mother and her out on the streets. Though she assumed it wasn't the same as his situation, she knew what it felt like to lose your home. Her father had found someone else, a younger woman to be with, to start a family with. The things he said to her mother made her sick. Danika rubbed the bridge of her nose and pushed the thoughts away from her mind. She started eating her food quietly as she watched him, now thinking about his last visit instead. "Does your kind even eat people food?"Aesri laughed to himself when he was asked, not because it was a funny question but because his immediate thought in response was hilarious to him. She invited him to stay with her, it was unexpected but he didn't think it should have been because she seemed to be a very lonely woman with nothing to do in life, at least she could have some company with him. Not that he was much better, he was alone as well, but more furious than anything at the way the world was. "Well, I appreciate it, I will lie low here tonight at least, I brought all of the money I had at least, though I left almost all the weapons behind..." He paused for a moment before speaking again, starting to laugh lightly again, "And in response to do we eat people food, we have people as our food.." He said, the image of that was not quite right, they didn't eat people, just their blood, but he hoped he didn't have to really explain that to her.As soon as his amusement came, it went when a gun could be heard from outside, one of the bullets grazed the house. "I don't think I will be leaving tonight..." He said, thankful that most of the vampire in the city were younger than him and couldn't detect him. "Alright, I was just making sure." she said simply as she leaned back on the couch and brought her knees up to her chest, with her plate on top. She sort of figured he wouldn't eat people food, as for eating humans she also figured it was drinking their blood. Which hopefully didn't mean taking HER blood. Just when the gun was fired, she looked towards the window, a bit startled by the sound of it being so close. "Looks like it. Well, it is a small house, two bedrooms, so you would either be on the couch or in my mother's bedroom." She didn't bother with adding why her mother is away, not that it mattered. "There is also an empty closet in the hallway to the rooms, so I guess that would be like a coffin." she smiled and looked up at him. Now that she was looking at him, she looked at his face properly, yesterday had been so quick that she couldn't really focus on what he looked like.As far as she could tell, he was a very attractive man, was that even the proper word. Probably not. Either way, he was very dominating. When her eyes finally reached his lips, the memory of them pressing against her own lips came to mind. That was a kiss like never before. She had a boyfriend at one point but that didn't end well. They had only gotten as far as kissing before she found something out about him that crushed her. "Anyway, what did you say your name was?" He could feel her eyes analyzing him for the first time in depth. "I haven't told you my name, but it is Aesri." He replied, looking at her but wanting to look away, he wanted to open the door and see what the hell was going on. The gunfire had stopped, and no yelling could be heard anymore from the soldiers. Had the vampires won? That would be bad he thought, quickly changing his mind at the thought of a vampire takeover. As of that moment, Aesri didn't know where he stood in all of the chaos around him. All he knew was he wanted nothing to do with it for the time being. As for what he would do with this human, he would exploit her kindness and weaknesses with his charm, by seducing her if she didn't give him exactly what he wanted. At the moment he did not need to feed, but as he looked at her he felt a desire, not a need for it. To feed to a vampire was to fuck for a human, and Aesri found himself overcome with lust for this human, this walking death wish. The thought of turning her occurred to him, he had never done that before. For now, he would dismiss the thought for another time.Aesri walked over to the door and put his ear up to it, he could hear quick movements, it was apparent that the vampires had won. Who was organizing these vampire fledglings? He had no idea, but perhaps he would find out in the future. He dismissed the threat outside and looked over at Danika as she finished up eating. " I can sleep in the closet hm? Well, I don't actually intend to sleep. Vampires do not need sleep, they simply need to be out of the sun, so we sleep usually during the day out of lack of anything else to do, however you should get to bed.." Humans slept at night, and it was late. He wanted her to go to sleep so she would be well rested for the next day. She could see that he was thinking about something, most likely what was going on outside. Seemed to really bother him. At least he eased up when the firing stopped and all was silent. Everyone she knew, or rephrased to, her mother, was already out of the city, so she didn't really care about what happened outside. "Telling me what to do now are we, and in my own home." She got up when she finished her food and took the plate into the kitchen and washed it. Coming back with a soda in her hand. Tomorrow started the weekend, nothing she really did, so no reason to sleep early or late. She was planning to sleep in anyway. Danika settled back on the couch, this time her back resting against the arm rest, and her feet on the other side. "You have a nice name." Her words were soon followed by the snap and the escape of gas from the can and she took a sip. "I won't bother telling you mine since you have already said it before." Now that she thought about it, she wasn't completely sure how he actually knew. Right now she had no intention on finding out.So vampires don't sleep, certainly ruled out some tales that she had read in books. Books that only had made up tales about vampires, probably to make it seem like they weren't all that bad. A little holy water and some garlic would stop that. She doubted that, especially because it has been proven wrong in many occasions. Mostly where crazy scientists captured vampires to study then, they put every theory to the test, but small amounts of results were leaked to the public, leaving the rest to the imagination. "You should sit down. Or do vampires not do that either?" she said with a smile on her pink lips, a giggle escaped her. It was simply a little tease on her side. She seemed amused with herself, Aesri came to the conclusion that he made her at ease somewhat. He walked over to her and took her soda from her and sat it on the table. He the sat in her lap and looked down at her playfully. "Thank you for the compliment, and yes, we do as we wish actually with very little boundaries. Atleast..." He missed the days where he could roam free, the night was his lover and she provided plenty of comfort and blood. The nights became a cruel mistress, and he was quite upset. He dreamed of changing it. He quickly shook his thoughts of what he wanted to do to the world outside, and focused more on the world inside. "Correct me if I am wrong, but you seem pleased to have a stranger in your house. A murderer, and a thief. What crimes have you committed to make yourself so ok with what I am?" "Hey, that's mine." she pouted before she blinked.What the hell is he thinking?"I am not a chair, so get off me." She scolded before pushing him off her, now moving her knees up to her chest and crossed her arms. The nerve of the guy acting like that, though it did amuse her, she wasn't really angry at him. For someone so threatening, it didn't seem like he would have much humor in him. It did ease her mind knowing he did have a playful side, that is if he wasn't just making that side of him up. "I never said I was pleased with you being here." She moved her arm and rested her head on her hand. "What am I supposed to do? Just throw you out? I know my limitations, and you can easy take me out if you wanted." Her eyes never left his. "No crimes committed, at least if don't you call my existence a crime, can't really say that was my crime though." She looked thoughtful now. At one point, her mother had told her she was nothing but a mistake, that was after Danika's father threw them out. He quickly jumped on his feet when she pushed him off and he listened as she spoke, her life was depressing. She was emotionally dead inside, and he wanted to toy with her, and perhaps awaken the sleepy beauty within her. His expression changed with his thoughts, are they grew darker, his expression did. "How would you like to die?" He asked, he wasn't serious completely, but he didn't want her to know that. When he asked her, he didn't mean the death that ended existence, what the one that would make her a vampire. He wanted to see what she would say, to get a better understanding of her. Danika was a bit taken aback by the sudden questions. She didn't think a lot about the way she was going to die, she just wanted death to come. Before her depression, she always thought she would die of old age, with someone she loved. Of course she had to be the one to die first, she wouldn't be able to live with the pain of her love dying. Though that was selfish of her. "Hmmm... I used to want to die of old age." she started before lifting her head. "though it's been a few years now that that was simply just a foolish wish of youth. Now..." She shrugged, she hasn't really thought about it that often even if she did want to die. "Suicide was never an option, I'm too much of a coward for that. So, all that leaves is a freak accident or disease." Aesri smiled, "That's not what I meant.." He walked over to her and knelled before her, staring up at her from beneath her as he grabbed her hand and kissed it with his soft cold lips, "I mean, how would you like to become a vampire? To be eternal?" He rephrased the question, and added a seductive spark to influence her with his kiss. He was just playing her out, trying to see what she was about, invoking thoughts of death for him to read, he could see her true desires if she thought them. She chewed on her lower lip, already there was a blush growing on her cheeks. Even her heart was starting to pound in her chest, she was almost afraid that it was going to come out of its cavity. "Well, I can't say that I have ever thought about it." her breathing had also been tampered with, now a little labored. Her eyes never left his lips, so cold, so soft... so welcoming. She forced herself to look away from him, harder said than done. "Seems like it would be a depressing life as well. Why would I want to live forever when I have a death with at the moment?" She didn't like that in the back of her head, there was a voice that told her to be with Aesri for the rest of her life, become eternal like he said. She gulped and looked back at him, even with the dim light of the house, her green eyes gleamed. Aesri walked away from her, "well, if you cannot answer, I will leave you to answer your own question.." his voice was soft yet cold as he spoke. He seemed upset at her response for the moment, but quickly snapped out of it. "I suppose having someone with a death wish close to me is a good thing.." He said and turned, looking at the door. No sounds coming from outside at the moment, not even the quiet steps of vampires. "Because chances are if you are with me, you will die. As we speak the military is planning a sweep of the area, I don't know this for sure but I am not stupid. It wont belong before this martial law becomes a declaration of total war." Aesri's eyes showed he was angry, and he was. He was infuriated. But what could one vampire do? Infiltrate the vampires underground organization? Perhaps, but now was not the time to act, it was the time to think. Any action made in haste could lead to death, and while Danika had a death wish, Aesri did not. Danika just moved from her position to watch him closely, she didn't understand why he would be telling her all this, not she was able to do anything about this either, it was something that was going to run its course. Something that was going to happen if the vampires continued with the way theu were acting and reproducing. "Well, you can't change the inevitable, all you can really do is hope for the best and keep going with what is going on. " Look at her giving advice, she is nothing but a hypocrite, and can't accept that herself. She ran her hand through her hair and sighed before reaching for her soda again and taking a big drink. "Plus, you are talking about me like I am going to help you resolve this, and like you plan like I am going to be with you." She set the can down again and this time, turned onto her stomach when she laid down, her head rested on her crossed arms. "Why do I interest you so much?" She never thought of herself an as interesting person, she was nothing but a fly trapped on the corner of the windshield that no one felt like cleaning off, it just remained there until eventually the rain washes it away. Aesri stood there for a moment, listening to her ramble, as that's all he took it for. Out of her mouth spoke complete bullshit, because she did not realize what she was saying. She did not realize who she was to become. Aesri looked upon her with dark and cold eyes, "Your soul.." His voice as ice cold as his blue eyes, and his aura piercing through them.This was Aesri, while amused at first he was thinking more of a plan to stay alive at this point, no room for amusement. What Danika did not know is that he was planning to leave, he suspected it wouldn't be long before they would die if they stayed. For her kindness he thought about taking her, and trying to awaken the spirit he believed she possessed, a spirit only someone at rock bottom could know. Because of her death wish, her complete disinterest in living, her depression and her complete lack of self worth, Aesri saw not a woman, but a canvas that he could paint however he wished with careful planning. He was tired of being alone, and it had been so long and he still did not have a prodigy. My soul?Her expression remained emotionless as she thought through what he meant like that. Did vampires have the ability to suck out human souls out of the body? That interested her, though wasn't certain that humans had souls to begin with. It had been a topic of controversy for a very long time, not something she idled in too much, but when she did, there was always talk about why humans have souls and where it could possibly be. "What about my soul?" she asked now folding her arm at the crook and resting her cheek on her palm, a shiver ran down her spine with the change in atmosphere, not sure if that was because of the vampire in her house or just a random thing. "Seems to corrupt with depression to be used for anything. Unless you want to use it to make the world as I am." She scoffed. "Your soul does not corrupt anything, as you are like me. You have no soul, your body is without a soul, therefore your energy is shallow, lifeless. You wish for death, because you are already dead inside." He spoke in metaphors, souls really had not been proven, there were just like heaven and hell. "Vampires cannot eat souls, however we can create artificial souls which we must maintain with human blood. We are demons, we are shell of our human selves.."Aesri's blond hair fell in front of his face, outlining the corners of his eyes and hanging down to the bottom of his neck. He stood, forever listening for his death to come. She stood up and walked over to him, with somewhat of an annoyed stride to her walk. "How very poetic." she said placing her arms on her hips. Her eyes narrowed and her lips were a bit pursed. "and what? you came to spare me of the shit life I have?" She didn't want any saving, she had spent so long wanting to be saved, she always thought her father was going to be the one to save her, the one to say that she wasn't just a mistake and that he loved her. Wishing was just a waste of time now. "Give me the life of eternity at your side? Please." she scoffed again. Aesri responded with anger, he grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall. "I actually had no such intentions of sparing your life Danika, I wanted to take it from you the moment I saw your beautiful, soulless body." He let her go, and walked towards the couch. "I apologize..." He said, his voice a bit lowered and calmer to her. "I apologize that I mislead you to thinking that you were anything but mine, I do not wish to save your life, I wish to possess it." His eyes were narrowed, and he began to come at her again. His thoughts unclear, and his anger getting the best of him. He did not like anything short of being worshiped by anyone, and he had very little contact with humans and vampires in 200 years that he wasn't draining of blood or enslaving. Aesri stopped in front of her, his eyes looking into her soulless body, through her. This was sort of a test as well as him letting go of his anger, he wanted to read her true desires when faced with his anger. So he didn't hold back what he felt. The sudden grasp at her throat at mid breath took her by surprise, her hands went right to his hands, her nails dug into his skin, but she knew that was not going to do any effect on him. The back of her head had banged against the wall when she was pushed back. She was having a bit of a problem taking in deep breaths, her face became a bit flushed from the lack of air. "L-let me go!" she managed to muffled between the shallow breaths she was taking.Fucking bastard.When he finally let her go, she fell to her knees, her hand at her neck, her eyes fierce as she looked at him with anger and hate. It took her a moment to get her breathing together and he was already walking towards her again. "You are not going to possess me, your fucking interest and curiosity about me can go to hell along your side." She was already back on her feet, her face close to his, she was not going to back down on this just because he was stronger than her and not human. Aesri decided then, that he would subdue her. He would dominate her completely, effectively. "I do as I wish, as I have already told you. I am the angel of death, and you are.." Aesri quit mid sentence, his anger brought out his thirst for blood. He would teach her of what death was, truly was. "You are my pet.." He said calmly, before he picked her up off the ground, his eyes calm and his aura now as well. "My prodigy.." He whispered. He sunk his teeth into the bare flesh of her neck, this would temporarily paralyze her. He drained enough blood from her that she would pass out, but she would not die. She would not turn into a vampire by simply being fed from either. When she was passed out he brought her to her bed and set her gently down. "Death is the end of pain.." He said to himself, if she were to be awake to hear it. " and I wish to break your chains, and free you." He knew she wouldn't hear him. Again, his action took her by surprise.Damn it, I really need to watch what I do.She scolded herself mentally. She had barely started struggling before her eyes widened and her hands tightened on the fabric of his shirt. The puncture of his fangs on her skin felt like a fork knife had been jammed into her neck. "Ahhhh!"she cried out before she started feeling a sensation of not being able to move. Coming from a Hispanic family, this feeling could only be described as an old saying. Se le subio el muerto, or the dead goes up on you. Of course this was nothing but a psychological state of being that happens when you are asleep, your mind is still conscious but the body is in sleep mode. Out of fright the person would try to move but finds they can't. This on the other hand, what Aesri is making her feel, she is completely conscious, mind and body.She wanted to push him away from her, wanted him to stop and leave her alone, but she couldn't move an inch. She could only feel herself get light headed and pass out in his arms. Aesri left her to her sleep, she would not wake till well after day was over. He hid in her closet, so light could not touch him and he slept for no other reason than there was nothing better to do. He would wait until night before coming out. Vampires had an internal clock that was aware, whether hidden from the sun or not of if it was day or night. The following night, around dinner time, Danika stirred awake, her eyes fluttered open and she just remembered where she was. Her bedroom. It was a few moments before she remembered how she had gotten there. She looked around her bedroom, empty, there was no sound coming from other rooms, she she assumed he was gone. "Bastard..." she muttered as she got herself up and placed a hand on her forehead, everything was spinning and her head was throbbing. With a sigh, she got on her feet and made her way to the bathroom, her hand slid along the wall to keep herself steady. When she was in the bathroom, she looked in the mirror, she had never seen herself look so tired, dark circles on her eyes and she looked a bit pale. She didn't even want to look at her neck, so she turned away from her reflection and started undressing and throwing her clothes in the hamper to shower. Aesri could hear the shower as it was turned on, he came out feeling that it was night. He went into her bathroom silently and came up behind her, she was nearly naked at this time. He slit his wrist with his nail and forced it over her mouth, to the point where she had no choice but to drink, or to bite him. Either way she would drink his blood. This would give her the strength he stole from her and more, again this would not turn her. The way to turn a human is to actually kill them, then while they are dying feed them a vampires blood. After this happened they would die, in agony. After the pain was over they would awaken, connect to their maker forever. The maker would no longer be able to read their thoughts, and the turned would be like a child, and a lover all the same. Before she knew it, she felt the gooey substance already running down her throat, she tried biting him, but that only intensified the flow of his blood to her mouth. Slowly, as she drank with no choice, she felt her strength returning, and the throbbing pain in her head reseeding. Danika had fallen to her knees, when it was all over, the blood she managed to not take was running down her chin and dripped onto the top of her naked breasts. "W-what do you think you are doing?" she said with an angry tone, her eyes watched him through the bangs over her eyes, her breathing was fast almost panting. She got to her feet and grabbed her towel to cover herself before she was in his face. "As of what happened yesterday, I am not going to be your pet, you don't have the right to take me as yours. " Aesri watched as the blood dripped down her body after falling to her knees, he found it to be very exquisite, the only regret is that is was his blood and not her own. His wound healed quickly, as usual. He looked down upon her with his cold dark eyes, as if she were nothing more than an animal. "Then why do you secretly enjoy the thought?" He asked, pushing her, making her question herself. Had she really thought that? He hadn't read her thoughts, he was too busy breaking her. But she didn't know that, and now he would read them. She crossed her arms over the towel and just scowled. "you know it's already dark out, why don't you just leave and leave your little "pet" alone." her voice dripped with sarcasm in the end. It was very clear that she was not amused by this whole little game he was playing. She went to the sink and bent over with the water running to clean her mouth and chin. Insides he was a nervous mess, she didn't understand a single think that was going on. And was not willing to accept that she was going to be his toy if this continued. She may have a weak mind and spirit, but her determination was good enough for her. Aesri was pleased that she was not submitting to him so easily, if he would consider her for becoming his prodigy in the future she could not be weak minded. No matter how dark and lifeless she was, she didn't take his shit. Though he wondered if she would ever try to actually do something about it. She didn't seem to hate him, just seemed pissed off. He walked up behind her and grabbed her by her neck, and pulled her back into his chest, pulling her body into his. He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, "But if I leave my 'pet' will be lonely, I don't want to leave you alone ever again.." He ran his hands over her bare skin on her shoulders. Fear was not something she seemed to have much of for him, while she probably sensed he wasn't a real threat to her he had to see how she reacted to lust once more, and with his blood going through her body arousing her should not be hard at all. Danika's skin started crawling with goosebumps once his cold hands were against her heated skin. The moment he pressed his lips against her neck, her eyes had closed and she suppressed a moan. "Looks like you can't detect sarcasm." She turned in his arms and pushed him away from her before she reached down to grab her towel and wrapped it around her body with a knot at the top between her breasts. "I am not going to be your pet, and I most certainly don't need you to keep me company, you leech." she huffed before leaving him in the bathroom and heading to her bedroom. Looked like he wasn't going to let her shower, so it was best she just get dressed before he got any ideas, at least she could deal with him better when she was fully dressed. She just went in her room and went to her closet, trying to keep herself detracted and look through the clothes she had. Ended up placing black lace lingerie on the bed first. As she left Aesri smiled, he knew he was getting under her skin. She left the water running, and Aesri figured he could bathe as he had not done so in a few days. He stripped his clothes and stepped into the shower, the warm water feeling good on his skin. Usually he took cold showers because he stayed in a bunker previously and the shower there was horrible. When Aesri was finished showering he washed his clothes in the bathtub with bath soap and left them to dry hung up on the shower curtain holder. He needed some new clothes. He left behind all of his clothes and wore military attire to keep patrols off his ass if possible. When he was finished he walked out of the bathroom wearing only his boxers, and they were wet.His long blonde hair was soaked and dripping wet, the water running down his and his chest where his hair laid. Probably chose a bad time to piss of Danika, damn. He would need a human to get him some clothes during the day, unless he planned to steal them, which going out for clothes was rather foolish. That was one of the reasons he had come in the beginning anyways, seemed he forgot. By the time he walked into the bedroom, Danika was already dressed in some shorts and a black top that hugged closely to her curves. She figured it was the best to wear something light, since it was already night time and she was stuck at him with Aesri. Plus, she knew that she was not going to be able to sleep at all, she had slept the day away and now she was fully awake and in motion. She looked up from her desk when he walked in and couldn't help but blush for a moment before frowning and leaning back on her chair. "Have you never used a towel before?" she asked throwing him the bloody towel she had used to cover herself up. Not that she minded seeing him all wet like that, but she didn't want him dripping on her floor. What made her blush in the beginning was how the wet fabric of his boxers stuck to his crotch area, of course that was just a quick observation from looking at him from head to toe."And to add to that, you may not be able to leave here just yet, but it does not mean you have to be in the same room as me." her brow furrowed and she got up to grab some books out of her back pack, which unfortunately were behind him. She was already up before she had thought about where it was, no point in sitting back down. As she attempted to pass her he sat on her bed, dropping the towel. "I know I don't have to put up with you being in the same room as me, I really don't mind all that much though, you are the one so kind as to let me stay here, how could I make you leave your own room?" He was being a major smart ass. He lied down on her bed, a puddle forming underneath his head where his soaked hair was. "Hell, you can even lie down next to me if you wish, after all it is your bed.Don't be afraid my pet, you will accept your place soon enough." He said that to arouse more anger, as it was very amusing because her anger was different from other peoples. Perhaps it was his blood coursing through her, or perhaps it was because she knew he could dominate her that she just gave up actually fighting him, nevertheless he used it to his advantage."Come here darling, I wish to kiss you again.." He said with his eyes now closed. Oh, how angry he was getting her now, she wasn't sure if he was just saying these things to mess with her or this was just actually what he wanted. The latter was not an option. "For the last time I am not your pet!" she scolded, picked up the towel and threw it at his face, taking the chance that he had closed his eyes. Stupid of him really. She turned on her heel and walked out of the room to go to the kitchen. "And you can kiss yourself while you are in there!" she called out loud enough for him to hear her. She stood in front of the sink, her hands gripping at the edge and her head hung.Can't really say I would mind being kissed.Her eyes widened and she shook her head quickly.No, no, no, no, the guy is a total pain in the ass!She went to the fridge and started getting the things she needed to make herself something to eat, not wanting to take too long, she just grabbed things to make herself a sandwich. All the while, listening to his movements. He threw the towel off of his head back onto the ground and he continued to lay in her bed, it was quite comfortable and he knew she would be back. Her thoughts spoke to him, and he knew he had gotten under her skin. "Well, would you prefer I chose another pet? I could always find another woman who will kiss me.." He yelled across the house. He didn't get up, nor open his eyes once since she left the room, he was enjoying the atmosphere. The bed was much more comfortable than the closet. Her hand tightened around the knife she was using to cut a few slices of tomato, the mere thought of him being with someone else infuriated her. She had no reason to feel that way, he was nothing to her. Still that stinging feelings of jealousy pulled at her heart strings. She couldn't let him know that of course, she had her pride. She finished making two sandwiches, grabbed some chips and headed back to her bedroom, finding he was still in her bed. She let out a sigh, her anger subsiding, she went over to him and kissed his forehead without a word and returned to her desk and buried her nose in a book out of sheer embarrassment and anger at herself for doing what she had just done. He listened as she came back into the bedroom, he opened his eyes as she kissed her forehead. "Its funny really, how embarrassed you are, of what you are. You want to be exactly what I am calling you, to some degree. Something I haven't quite told you yet love,I can read your thoughts."He closed his eyes again, and waited for the rush of her thoughts, questioning if he was lying, wondering what he had read. All sorts of things he expected. "When you finish your food you need to come here, I want to taste you again my darling Danika." "I just did that so you can shut that gaping whole on your face." she retorted in her defense before she was completely speechless with his next revelation.Was that actually true?she wondered, she thought about what she had thought about him. At a few points she had thought of his as attractive. Her hands tightened around the book, the thought in the kitchen when he said he would find someone else. The first thing she thought was that she belonged to him, that was for a split second before she shot down the thought completely. Should she doubt his claim? She had no idea of what vampires could do, so even if it wasn't true, she was going to have to be careful about what she thought around him. She started eating her food quietly, trying not to think about anything all, but ended up thinking a couple thoughts about him. "Are you going to make me pass out?" Aesri could tell she was nervous, wondering if it were true if he could read her thoughts, thinking back over previous desires and lust for him. "Make you fall asleep? No, wasn't planning on it, just waiting to dry off and waiting for you to come and kiss me, I want to feel your body above mine as our tongues intertwine, you were jealous when you thought of me with another woman, so why don't you give yourself to me? We both know that is what you truly wish." His thoughts which she could not read were full of lust, he wanted her blood, her touch..her tongue. He would be patient however until she came to him. "To be my pet is an honer, not something to be ashamed of. Danika's eyes narrowed at him as she continued eating, he really was full of himself. Even if she came out and said that that was what she wanted, she didn't even know him, she was not going to give him another thing to say about her.I'm not easy...she thought, if he was able to hear her thoughts, she was sure that explanation was going to be enough to get him off her back. After a few more minutes that passed by, she finished her late dinner and pushed the plate away. Now was she going to go to him or not, she pondered that for a moment before finally deciding not to. She was going to make him chase her for once, it was all too easy for him to influence her all the time. With her decision he knew it as soon as she thought it, she wanted him to go after her, even though she didn't know him. She knew him well enough to lust for him. "You are a strange one, your anger is hardly apparent. I nearly kill you yesterday and you do not even question it. These are all reasons I want you." He spoke slowly, then jumped out of her bed onto his feet Aesri combed his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face. "You are too interested in me for your own good, you should kill me when you have the chance. But you won't. No matter what I do, I doubt you will bring any harm to me." He finished before brushing his hand through her hair.He knelled down before her and closed his eyes, taking her hand in his, holding it for a moment. He was restraining himself for the time being, his lust getting the better of him. He couldn't resist her lips any longer, he stood up and sat on her lap facing her, her book would have to wait. His forehead against hers, his eyes looking down upon hers. He then began to kiss her lips, his lust could no longer be held back. Why should it be? He had every intention of keeping her as his own. A few kisses to her lips before his tongue could not stand to be kept inside any longer, he held her tightly as he kissed her, his sexual tension could definitely be felt.He then kissed her neck, and his razor like nail slid down from the middle of her chest past her stomach ripping her shirt open, and leaving a small wound. He picked her up and placed her on the dry part of her bed. His tongue slid down the middle of her chest licking the blood from her wound, his right hand cupped her breast as he sucked on the wound to draw out more blood. For a moment, and for the first time in 200 years did he wish he was alive so he could enjoy her body the way humans did, the small amount of blood not satisfying enough. He looked up at her, some of the blood dripping on her right nipple. He began to suckle her breast, getting the blood off, and making her nipple harder. His mouth left her breast and he laid on his back, and pulled her on top of him, the blood dripping from her mid chest and stomach onto him. He smeared the blood as it came from her body over her breasts, now it was her blood as he wished for the night before.He wanted to give her the kiss of death, he wanted all of her blood, and he wanted her to suck his. It was unusual for a human to allow a vampire to do what he was doing without being charmed, which she was not. Danika let out a few moans whenever his cold mouth enveloped her nipple, it made her back arch and her hands grip onto his shoulders. She had closed her eyes, too embarrassed about what she was doing and what he was doing to her. This was never as far as she was willing to go with her prior boyfriend. She had to admit though, the blood smeared across her torso was a delicious feeling that contradicted his cold skin. "Ngh..." she whimpered in pleasure, the slight sting of her wounds added to what she was feeling. It was such a mix that she had never in her wildest dreams would have thought existed. It wasn't long before she could already feel that she was getting wet for him. "Aesri..." she moaned, her eyes half opened, exposing the glazed over eyes intertwined with lust for him. She looked almost dazed on top of him, in a trance he had her in. He was making her feel so good, so wanted. For once she actually felt like she... belonged. Aesri knew he had her. She would be the one, in a near frenzy of lust he brought her down and bit her neck, taking in as much of her sweat blood as possible. She grew limo in his arms, but the energy, her life force flowed with him. As she bled from her wound he rolled and switched, never leaving her neck. He was now on top of her. As he drank he tongued her wound, tasting as much as she would bleed. She would die in his arms beneath him. He stripped her of her clothes as she died, and he cut his wrist. "Drink my child." If she drank while enduring death, she would turn within an hour. The blood flowed into her like a overflowing waterfall. She wasn't sure what he was doing, making her drink his blood, but she figured she would just indulge in the moment no matter what he was making her do. Slowly she felt so weak, almost like she was going to fall asleep right in his arms. "Aesri..." she whispered again, looking at him with now tired eyes before she parted her lips and took his wrist. The blood ran into her mouth, she drank it with no objections. Soon enough, it was starting to feel like every gulp she took was becoming more of a chore. Her determination pressed on, so she didn't part with his wrist, she was getting full after a few more pulls, her tongue occasionally grazed the wound where he was feeding her from. Aesri pulled his wrist away, she had had enough. He watched her as her life force began to fade, then she began to have massive seizures. He grabbed a hold of her hand, and held tightly. "It happens to all of us.." He said, assuring her that her pain would fade. She turned quite quickly, but she would sleep the night and day away. She would awaken in her bed lying on her blankets with dry blood. Aesri blocked out the windows. When she opened her eyes he explained what happened, that she was a vampire, and she would be able to be with him forever, that human sex no longer mattered, the bond between a maker and a prodigy was strong and that they would always have a connection and know where the other is. He also explained that he could no longer read her thoughts, but that she could read the thoughts of lesser vampires and humans. He explained all this when she was just waking up, how she would take the change he did not know, but he speculated she would find purpose, and love. When Danika first woke up, it was as if everything has a new light to it. This body didn't feel like hers, it felt foreign, like she wasn't capable of actually controlling herself. "Aesri." she said softly, her face showed nothing but the confusion she was in along with the shock. She felt reborn, stronger than she once was, and she couldn't explain what happened. She looked at the clock on her night stand, another twenty four hours had passed. "What's going on?"Those were her last words before she looked at him with wide eyes after he explained everything to her. Her hands were gripping onto her sheets, trembling. "Y-you changed me?" she looked down at her hands, her chest and stomach with dried blood. Betrayed by someone else. Finally she was starting to trust him, and he does this to her. Tears swelled in her eyes and soon rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't take it anymore, she broke down and embraced him. Her reaction was sadness, could have been worse. Aesri held her as she cried in his arms. "You are my first daughter, and my first lover.." He said to her, of course meaning something different than what it would mean to a human. "I want you to be with me, now we have eternity to get to know each other." He said to her, hoping to make her happy. "I-I need to shower..." she replied before letting him go and moving off of the bed, grabbed clean clothes again, and headed to the bathroom. She wanted to wash away all the dried up blood on her body and face. Still, his words rang in her ears.his daughter and lover?She turned the shower head on, not bothering to check what temperature the water was on. The ice cold water ran down her unknown body, she held her head tightly, tears running down her cheeks again.What's going to happen now? I can't live forever knowing I want to die... What about my mother? Well... it's not like she cares what I do. She has been wanting me out of the house for years. Aesri waited for her while she took a shower, sitting on the couch in deep thought. He had fucked up by making her a vampire, and he didn't realize it until he had already done it. "Fuck.." He stood up when he heard movement outside, cocked his gun and aimed it at the door in waiting.He had created a new vampire, and because of that he became a target. The vampire faction of the military could now spot them easily, as she was weak. Aesri was stronger than most vampires in the city, because he was smart enough to avoid the wars. The vampires clan could also spot them, when they couldn't before. They would want her for their cult, as the others would want her dead. Aesri realized he shot a signal flare in the sky while they were in hiding from two different sides by creating a vampire. He heard the water stop, she was finished with her shower. He heard the sounds of footsteps getting closer to the door. He didn't move, nor make a sound. He stood there completely still waiting for the stranger to either come in and be shot, or leave. Aesri didn't know whether the stranger was a vampire, or a human.It was late, about 10pm. Aesri ruled out the possibility of it being human, while possible it was improbable. Gun shots could be heard in the distance. Aesri gathered this was a vampire zone now, and the military wanted it back. The military seemed far away however, as the gunfire was faint. How would he keep Danika safe from this? The thought truly bothered him, more than ever. Now that he was her maker, he was attached as ever. He felt weakness he had never felt before, weakness he feared.The door opened. A tall man with a scar along his cheek stepped in, a wicked grin was plastered on his face. He looked so rugged and it was obvious he had been in many fights, his dark hair was dull, his eyes soulless. He took a couple of steps forward and closed the door behind him. "My my, are you my ex-wife's, new little fuck toy?" he asked, his voice was harsh, deep and threatening. Of course he knew that Aesri was nothing of the sort, already knowing he was beyond human, like himself. His muscular build remained loose, still very alert, his eyes remained on Aesri. "Don't you worry, I am not here to do anything to you, or the one you created."Danika, felt so exhausted, so dry and weak, she slugged over to her bedroom and dried off, her expression was a bit distant and confused.I can't believe I am like him... what could he have possibly been thinking? Why would he think that I wanted this?It didn't take her long to get dressed, she just grabbed anything that she was able to grab without thinking and put it on. She ended up with a red snug top and black sweat pants. Her attention was taken from her thoughts when she heard a deep voice coming from the living room. It didn't sound like Aesri, and knew that it wasn't her mother's.Who could that be?After brushing her hair a bit and making sure she looked presentable, which she didn't know why she cared if it was only Aesri.There is nothing between us... it was just lust... nothing else.she kept telling herself over and over. Not wanting to admit to anything. She left her bedroom and headed to the living room. "Aesri..." she said softly before stopping in mid stride when she saw the man in the living room. Her eyes widened, she couldn't have a single thought, she was frozen in place, and completely speechless, enraged and shocked. "D-dad?" Aesri's gun remained on the man when he first came in the house, and Aesri at first thought he spoke of Danika as being his ex wife. He knew this man belonged in the house, at least at one point so he lowered his weapon, not saying anything to the man. He examined him, trying to guess what the hell it was he wanted. He declared himself a non threat, which Aesri had already figured out. He heard Danika come out of the bathroom. He heard her call his name, he didn't respond as he was checking out the intruder."D-dad?"Her father was a vampire? Well, that made things a bit complicated, or perhaps easier. Maybe he had outside connections. "I am Aesri, and Danika is my daughter now. I am sure you understand, seeing as you don't look all that new at this." At this, he said. Meaning existing as a vampire. Aesri could tell he was not fresh, he had been a vampire for the very least of a few years. Though he had no idea what he wanted. Aesri's eyes still fixed on the man, something told him that this vampire was like him, ruthless. He looked more like a mercenary than anything. "Are you with the military, or the clan?" Aesri asked him, figuring that he was with one of them. Most likely the clan, or a lone vampire. Though lone vampires are hunted down quite often and forced into a faction or killed. Kyle ignored Aesri, his eyes were only fixed on Danika, almost in hatred. "Danika, MY daughter." he said stretching his arm out, hoping that she would take his hand. It had been years since he saw her daughter, he left them when she was young, but still old enough to understand what was going on. Just like Danika's mother, Kyle had also said that she was nothing but a mistake, of course he never said it to her face like her mother, but he had known that Danika heard his words in the many arguments him and Estelle have had.Danika just looked at his hand then back at his face, how could he possibly think that she would accept him just like that just because he returned. "What the hell do you want?" she asked, the anger she had held for so long for him was finally being released through her poisonous words. She moved over to Aesri, her hand brushed against his, she refrained from taking it, even though a instinct to do it growled within her. "You have no business been here anymore!"With a cross of his muscular arms, Kyle let out a dark laugh that filled the room. "And I thought you were going to welcome your hero with open arms." His eyes narrowed at Aesri, his attention now moved to him. "Such an idiot aren't you? tell me, was this what she wanted? Or did your selfish needs overtake your better judgement of the situation?" Kyle made himself comfortable on the couch, his feet relaxed on the coffee table, his boots ended up breaking the glass. "You have no business been here anymore!"Those words rang through Aesri's ears for a second, and his grip tightened on his pistol. Then Kyle scoffed at Aesri and he lifted his weapons and fired three shots immediately at the vampires head. He was not wanted here, and he deserved no explanation of why Aesri did anything, who the fuck was he to think Aesri would even respond to him? Aesri hated this man, and wished he had shot him when he walked through the door. The bullets deflected off his head, a sharp noise was made with each bullet and swirled around his head and went through the windows. Kyle stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. "Quick to anger I see." He laughed before looking at Danika. She was gripping onto Aesri, her face covered by his shoulder. "Is this really who you want to be with? So violent,filled of darkness and selfishness." His eyes returned to Aesri. "I am sure you have seen this before."Kyle raised his hand, exposing a emerald ring that showed power and glowed in a low ominous light. Quick to anger? Hardly the case. Aesri looked upon Kyle blankly, not sure of what he had but he figured it had something do do with the bullets deflecting. "I am not angry, you are not worth being angry over. Without that you would be nothing but a fledgling compared to me." Aesri figured it hardened his blood somehow, which if that was the case that couldn't be comfortable. Aesri looked Kyle dead in the eyes, no expression and his gun still pointing at the vampires head for a moment before he lowered it. Aesri was no amused by this man, nor curious by him. He was simply an annoying obstacle. If he was Danika's father he was no more than 20 years old as a vampire, as vampires cannot breed with humans."And what is it you want? To insult me? Do you feel stronger than I? Do you want me to think highly of you? Because I don't, nor do I care what that artifact is. I have seen plenty of witch craft in my time, and yours is no different." Aesri wondered if it was the blood of the queen perhaps, if that were the case he had no idea how it would help him without consuming it. In fact, if it was it would end up corrupting and possessing him. Kyle scoffed and looked at Danika. "What a shame that you are now a vampire, my sweet Danika. I've seen how you have been acting, always waiting for death but death never comes, does it?" He raised and eyebrow and looked back at Aesri. "If I thought myself higher than you, I wouldn't have the artifact would I?" he sneered before heading to the door. "You are safe for now, but, I wouldn't count it to be that way for another night, they know of your foolishness and selfishness." He ran his hand through his black hair. He needed Danika to be with him, he was going to take her away from Aesri no matter what it took.He reached for the knob and stopped. "Danika, if you do want what you wish, I wouldn't recommend you being with him, he is only going to bring you more sorrow in your pathetic excuse for a life. I will be back for you." Was the last he said before he left the home, disappearing into the darkness. Danika had not moved from her spot the whole time, it was so hard to even get a word out. She was still gripping onto Aesri, even after she fell to her knees and started crying. Aesri listened to the strangers words, thinking of how he could kill him the whole time. He realized without the artifact he would be nothing. Aesri watched as he left, shocked at what had happened. My selfishness? Aesri thought for a moment of where to go, he knew no one nor he he know many places to go that he could hide. He heard Danika crying beneath him. "Get up, if the vampires don't come for us the military sweep will get us.." Aesri began to walk outside. "Get what you need, we will not be coming back."Where would they go? What was that artifact that made Kyle impervious to bullets? Aesri would have to get that from him, with that artifact perhaps he would have a fighting chance. Danika just glared at Aesri through her tears for a moment before getting up and heading to her bedroom. This was the topping on top of a perfect day, filled with sarcasm. She was a vampire, her father returned and wanted her by his side, and now, she wasn't going to be able to be in her own home. With a sigh, she went into her closet, grabbed a duffel bag and started putting in a few outfits along with her lingerie, her favorite book, and her laptop. Everything was packed carefully into the bag, even though her tears were an obstacle to her vision.Should I write a letter to mom?She looked at her desk, walked over to it and grabbed a sticky note pad.She looked at it for a moment, wondering what to say, it wasn't like her mother was going to miss her. Hell, she probably wouldn't even notice she was gone. Grabbing a pen she sighed and just ended up writing.Goodbyeon a sheet and placed it on her door. Surely she would see it if her mother decided on going into her room. Danika grabbed her bag and headed to the living room, not saying one word to Aesri. She felt so exhausted, the bag felt like it weighed three tons on her shoulder. Standing by the door, she just looked at her feet as she waited for Aesri. The bag perhaps felt like three tons on her shoulder because she needed to feed, but when that happened she would have super human strength and she would notice it. After waiting for Danika, Aesri followed her out and closed the door behind him. They had enough time to find a place before the day hit, and the normal patrols were not out so there was not that to worry about. An all out war had broken out, there were new worries but a strange sense of comfort as well for Aesri.Aesri walked in front of Danika, leading her. He stopped at a military hummer that had fresh blood on the hood of it, and the engine still running. "Get in.." He said as he looked over to controls and when Danika was inside he slowly started driving, watching every detail of his surroundings before going faster, knowing something was near by. Within a minute he began to drive faster, he wanted to get far away from the battle. About five minutes out of the city he stopped the hummer. He noticed a human walking drunk towards the town. "Give me a minute.." Aesri said as he jumped out. He quickly grabbed the man and lifted him, his nails caught his throat. He held the mans neck open for Danika, "Drink my love, you need to restore your energy.." As time passed, Danika just remained silent, just the occasional little gasp from a sound that startled her, mostly every little sound. Humans weren't allowed to be out at night, so she had no knowledge of what it was like being outside this late. Even if she was exhausted, she kept her eyes and ears open for anyone and anything. She would just occasionally look over at Aesri, who seemed a bit on edge and less cocky than he usually was. With a little sigh she sunk deeper into her thoughts as the walked, not raising her head until Aesri spoke for the first time in a while. Seeing the hummer made her a bit scared, was that vampire blood or human blood? She didn't know, didn't want to know, all she DID know was that it made her throat burn and get dry, she needed something to drink. She just didn't want to admit to what he body wanted.When she made her way to the hummer and got in, she stench of sweat and more blood made her shiver in disgust. This was the best thing she had to relax for now, so she had to deal with it. Plopping down on the seat in the back, she dropped her bag next to her.Finally...She rubbed her shoulder, even if she hadn't brought a lot, it felt like she had been carrying an elephant, at times she had wanted to ask Aesri to help her but each time she decided to not ask. She leaned her head back when he said he was going to be back. She was left to her thoughts again.What an ass...she thought before she was ripped out of her thoughts later on and saw the man being pushed into the back.Drink...?She looked at Aesri with hesitation. What was she supposed to do? Take the man by the neck? She lowered her eyes to the man, her breathing started quickening, before she knew it, her mouth was already on the wound, sucking in big pulls of his blood.

After Dark (Shadowguard & Kenshin)

A Duplex in a Hot Summer (TWAP and Rubicon)

One reason Port Castle was a popular small city was its mild summers. It was a coastal city, and the cool air off the Atlantic helped to keep it civilized when the rest of the country was baking. Port Castle was a young city -- vibrant and new, with less than a hundred thousand spread out from the center of town to some sleepy suburbs and full on rural communities ringing it.So of course, this summer was the hottest on record -- over a hundred degrees even at night, which meant the normally cool ocean air just made the city that much more humid.When Ameillia had decided she couldn't stay in her small town any longer, her friend Cynthia had offered her a sublet for her flat -- one half of a duplex. It was a split level -- two bedrooms on the second floor, a full kitchen, a full bath, a living room... "and all the storage space you could want in the basement," she said. "It'shuge." She even arranged for Ameillia to get a job at Café Frey -- a pleasant hole in the wall coffee shop where cute young women served coffee to hipsters and traded pleasant insults while getting hit on.Of course, Cynthia then hopped on a plane and left the country -- two years with the Peace Corps, she said -- which meant Ameillia was just moving into a city where she knew absolutely no one, in a duplex flat with no air conditioning, in the hottest summer Port Castle had ever known.There were more auspicious ways to settle into a new home. The hot summer sun was beating down upon her back, Ameillia wiped away the sweat forming on her brow and slumped against the moving van. Peering in she saw a lone box, a rather large one at that. Sighing she climbed into the van and crouched grabbing the box and attempted to lift it. She felt her back and leg muscles ache as she stepped down from the van. They seemed to groan all the way as she walked through the house lugging the heavy box in front of her.Finally reaching her large living room in the back she let the box drop to the floor with a heavy thud. "Man, I knew I should have packed my book collection in smaller portions, but I just had to keep them all together didn't I?" She smiled stretching out her sore back. Giving her room a look over she smiled. It was wonderful luck her friend had decided to let her rent this duplex. She would never have been able to live in such a nice area and with such room if she hadn't been cut such a deal. It was sad though, now that her friend was in some far away country helping the less fortunate people there she'd be all alone in a new city, with a new job and no one to really help her along the way.Giving a sigh Ameillia made her way into the kitchen to unpack some of the nonperishable foods she'd brought with her. The kitchen was painted beige. It had a decent sized fridge, an electric stove -- if a small one -- a microwave, a good sized sink and reasonable cabinet and counterspace. Cynthia had left behind her pots, pans and dishes, but had cleared out most of the food since there was a week between her leaving and Ameillia moving in.Of course, that meant a full week with the windows and doors of the flat all being closed, which had left the air stuffy and the room hot. The kitchen had a back door to the back lawn, and there were two windows with screens in it, but even the outside air was humid and roasting today. Sighing heavily and wiping the gathering sweat from her forehead Ameillia went in search of something to cool her down. She opened every window and door she could but to no prevail. Finally decided to get into some cooler clothes she bounded up her stairs to her bedroom. She was still giddy about having this nice of a place, it even had an extra bedroom!Perfect size for a nice studio!she thought while passing by. In her bedroom she broke open a box labledSummer Clothesand fished out a pair of worn shorts and a thin almost ratted dark green tank. She may not have looked like a million bucks but in someway the clothes looked good on her. They had been sleeping clothes for the longest time and were the definition of comfort. Ameillia also took the time to slip off her bra, no use wearing one if it was going to be the death of her. "People would be surprised at home much heat they retain" she reasoned with no one in particular.Back downstairs she popped into the bathroom and searched for a hair tie to put up her hair. The back of her neck was soaked, having hair down to the middle of her back in the summer time almost made her chop it off every year. She never remembered wanting to so badly before "The summers here are going to be hot I can tell that much" She pulled her hair up high into a tight ponytail. This way the hair could almost create it's own little breeze and it felt amazing as she walked back into the kitchen.Still the heat was still bothersome, so she opened up the refrigerator's freezer and practically threw herself inside. Her breast so warm that they melted some of the ice and caused wet spots on her chest. She didn't mind though, it was finally some relief. As Ameillia lay there, head inside the freezer she thought about how she didn't see any sort of A/C or anything. The freezer helped, though it was a short term solution at best. Beyond that... well, who knew what other solutions there were.Out the window, she heard a "thunking" sound, followed by what sounded like a generator. An air conditioner -- probably one a few years old. It sounded like the people in the other unit of the Duplex weren't having the problem she was. They at least had cold air.At that point, she heard a second thunk -- but this one wasn't from outside. If anything, it was from underneath her. The sound of something banging down below -- there was another door in this kitchen. Opening it when she first got there had shown rough cut stairs going down into a basement, the switches for the hot water heater and the furnace on the wall next to it. It sounded like there was something down in the basement -- an animal that had gotten trapped, maybe.Hopefully. After taking a few moments to grumbled about the luck of some people Ameillia decided she would check out the basement. Grabbing a nearby frying pan, and a small one at that she opened the door to the basement and ventured downstairs.The basement was surprisingly clean, not like her parent's basement. She shivered at the thought of all the spiders and wrinkled her nosed thinking about the dank smell. Cynthia must have either kept her place really clean or had a maid! As she rounded the corner and reached the bottom Ameillia stopped in her tracks, it wasn't an animal trapped in her basement but another person!Ameillia saw they appeared to be doing laundry. She remembered Cynthia saying something about a shared yard but she couldn't remember a shared basement "Excuse me, are you my neighbor?" The man in question had been moving boxes around, checking the seals on them while he figured out the best thing to do with them. The sudden appearance of a ponytailed woman in a tank top and wielding a frying pan came at best as a surprise to him, and he jumped back and knocked over two of the boxes, falling onto his back. "What th--"He shook his head. "Uh, I guess?" he said. "I live here. Up there." He pointed to a second staircase, on the far wall from the one Ameillia had just climbed down. It did indeed look like they shared a basement -- which implied that this stranger could walk into Ameillia's side of the duplex whenever he felt like. He cocked his head. "You don't look like Cynthia," he said.Seriously, he thought,Cynthia didn't look like that on her best day!He squelched that thought -- that led to staring, and staring led to being creepy, and being creepy led to being brained by an aluminum frying pan with nonstick coating. After teaching her new neighbor some manners she left the frying pan rest on a nearby box and went to offer him some help."No, Cynthia up and joined the peace core. We're good friends from school, she's letting me rent her place."She gave one of her best smiles "My name's Ameillia!" He blinks, accepting the hand up. He isn't particularly tall -- perhaps five foot ten -- but he's broad shouldered and in good shape, his hair slightly curly and brown. "Hi," he said, reflecting her smile with one of his own. "I'm David. I'm sorry if you thought I'd broken in or something." Ameillia smiled and then let her hands fall in front of her. Hopefully hiding her nipples that were surely visible through her worn tank top. She smiled none the less "Hi David, I'm sorry about that. I'm sure Cynthia told me I'd be sharing the basement, I must have forgotten." She turned around acting like she was surveying the area. "So, this is an awkward set up don't cha' think?" She tossed at smile over her shoulder "I mean it's like we could walk into each other's house at any given time." David grinned, reacting well to the red haired girl's smile and the flip of her pony tail. "Maybe," he said. "I suppose we could always get locks for the doors. Or prop a chair to hold them shut." His smile grew a touch coy. "Of course, it's entirely possible my sister and I need to worry about you more than you need to worry about us." He leaned forward, almost conspiratorially. "We haveair conditioning."As for the girl's body... well, it was safe to say David had noticed it -- he'd noticed the wet spots on her tank top and the erect nipples showing through it almost immediately, just as he'd noticed the tightly clinging shorts. As a result, he'd fought to keep his eyes onhereyes.Polite guys don't leer,he told himself.Of course, Ameillia was well worth leering at. Air conditioningAmeillia's eyes popped at those words. Her thoughts traveled to her own apartment and how smoldering it was. She turned to look at David "How did you manage to get some A/C?" she wiped the side of her face with the back of her hand. It would have been nice to be able to unpack the rest of her stuff in nice cool air. Her attention was drawn back to what David had said earlier "Oh so you have a sister? It must be nice having someone you can come home to. I'm afraid I don't know anyone around her and when I start my new job in a day or so it'd be nice if we could be friends." "Yeah -- Adele. She's my little sister. All right, technically she's my twin sister but Ididcome first." He grinned. "And we scored air conditioning the old fashioned way -- we bought window units and put them in. Utilities are paid, so we didn't see any reason not to pass the cost of comfort onto the landlord."Seeing the reaction she had, his smile turned coy. "So, how'd you like to come up for a couple of minutes. You know -- have a drink, get to know Adele... get cooled off?" His voice trailed off, making the invitation a light joke while giving her every chance to say yes. He could already tell he wanted to make a good impression on this woman -- and in this heat, the prospect of 66 degrees and low humidity would make a much better impression than anything he could say or do. Ameillia nodded franitcally, she was excited "I've never known twins before! How neat!" The thought of nice crisp cool air was too inviting to pas up. All too suddenly Ameillia realized her attire might not all that appropriate to meet someone new in. It was a little shameful David had seen her practically naked already. "If you don't mind I think I'll just head up to my place and grab a jacket. I'm sure to get cold fast in just this."With that she hurried quickly up the stares to her own home and fished a light weight cotton jacket. She slipped it on even though she was practically burning alive at this point. Leaving it unzipped for now would be good enough at least she could cover herself later on if need be.Ameillia skipped back downstairs and David was still down there as she had left him.Standing there she smiled "Alrighty, I'm all ready if you are!" "Sure thing," David said as she bounded up the stairs to get her jacket. He squelched a small touch of disappointment that she would be covering herself up -- but of course she hadn't expected to see someone, and there was no reason she'd wear such revealing clothing into someone else's house.Well, not until she got to know him better...he thought, then let the thought trail off. He shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. He had to stop doing this -- meeting a new girl, especially one as... well,gorgeousas his new next-door-neighbor... well, it always made his imagination run wild. Then he would get his hopes up, and then would come the friends speech.Oh, he'd had girlfriends before -- really, he wasn't bad looking at all and he was a lot of fun to be around -- but when he was single, he was never sure just what cues he was getting. The last two girlfriends he'd had had been from friends or his sister setting him up.He looked back up as she skipped back down the stairs.God, she's so full of energyhe thought. He realized that she'd just added a light cotton jacket to her ensemble, and it wasn't even zipped up. He forced himself not to stare as she spoke to him about being ready. "Totally ready," he said, cheerfully. He stepped over one of the boxes and walked to his own set of stairs, leading her up and into his own kitchen.Stepping over the threshold into the kitchen -- a literal mirror to Amber's, set on the opposite side of the duplex with all the counters and appliances on the opposite side of the kitchen -- was enough to be a threshold into a new world. Even though there was no A/C unit in the kitchen proper, the humidity and temperature both dropped significantly just by walking inside. The kitchen looked far more lived in, of course -- even counting the stuff Cynthia had left behind. "What would you like to drink, he asked, turning back to the redhead as she followed. "Juice? Soda? Beer? I think Adele even has a wine cooler in there somewhere, because she thinks it's 1989." Wow, this is really homey lookingAmeillia thought as she scanned the kitchen. It reminded her of her mother's house. She couldn't wait until her place looked just as lived in as David's house did. The nice cool aura was a nice change of pace. She'd been moving in and unpack all day over in the heat, the cool air almost made her ignore David's offer of refreshments. "Um, I'll take a beer I think. I sure feel like I've earned one with all that moving I did." She smiled "I opted to do it myself to save the cash, ya know?"Ameillia lifted her arms overhead and stretched. She already felt better "The air in here feels amazing!" She said as she let her arms fall back into place. She was totally unaware of the fact while she had been stretching her stomach had been exposed and her bellybutton ring had wound up stuck to her tank top preventing the tank from returning to it's original position. Ameillia leaned up agaisnt the counter and the her head fall back "Yeah a girl could get used to this." David was innoway unaware of what Ameillia's stretching had done, both during the stretch and after. He was glad her head had fallen back, or she would have absolutely caught him staring.This girl's incredible,he thought.Tearing his eyes from her, he opened the fridge. "Well, you've already figured out our basement door's open any time," he said, laughing lightly. He took out two beers -- Amstel Lights, in the bottle, and handed one to Ameillia. "Sounds like you more than earned a beer, even if halfway through the move you probably wished you'd spent the money, right?" He opened his own beer with a twist of the cap. "C'mon -- it's even nicer in the living room." Ameillia giggled and opened her beer as well "Damn straight!"She followed David into his living room, she was glad to see something other than the awful flora print couch Cynthia had chose to decorate her living room with. "I'm glad, you seem pretty nice. I'm glad I know someone right off the bat. I hate being lonely." She sat softly on the couch and took a small swig of the beer letting out a pleased sigh afterwords."So Davy, tell me about yourself?" she took a longer drink of her beer this time letting her eyes fall close. This felt like a great way to spend her first day in her big city. David slipped into an overstuffed chair on one side of the living room, letting Ameillia take the (thankfully not floral print) couch, and took a pull off his beer. "Lonely, huh? So you didn't know anyone here but Cynthia? Do you have a job?"Taking another swig, he also worked on answering her question. "My sister and I moved here a year and a half ago -- we wanted to get out of the big city, down to someplace a little less hectic, you know? I work at a copy shop right now -- I graduated from college last year, and as it turns out, an English degree doesn't qualify you for very much until you actually have job experience." He grinned ruefully. "You?" She rolled her bottle between her palms enjoying the cool sweat of the bottle. "This is small for you? Wow, I come from a super tiny town, the kinda place where everyone knows your business." She wrinkled up her nose "I'm glad to be moved, but yeah I don't know anyone but Cynthia, but that chica is probably in Borneo by now!" She laughed warmly.Running a hand over her knee Ameillia nodded" Yes, Cynthia got me a job at a coffee shop, something simple but pretty nice pay I hear."She thought about the upcoming work week, she hoped it wouldn't be too much for her after all it would be her first non-family own job. "I haven't started college yet, I don't really know what I want to do. I've been telling myself that I should just jump into it and see what happens but I like to plan a little more than that." Her smile softened and almost seemed sad for a second. Ameillia always hated that fact about her, the one where she didn't have a clue what her calling if life was."So, you have a degree in English huh? Do you like to read and stuff?" She laughed hard letting out a snort like sound but she quickly slapped a hand over her mouth.I can't believe I just snorted! This guys going to think I'm lame. Too bad he seems really awesome. He laughed. "Well, I got used to it pretty fast, anyway," he said. He shook his head, sipping his beer. "I kind of wish I'd taken my time before college, actually. A few years in the real world would have been nice -- if nothing else, actually having to get up and go to work has done wonders for my attitude about getting up for an 8 am class." He didn't seem to react to the snorting -- truth be told he hadn't even noticed it, having instead only realizing he liked her laugh.There was the sound of feet running down a stairwell, with practiced 'thuds,' two steps at a time, and a woman swung down into the living room. Her hair was pixie-cut, and like David's was brown with some curl. One could tell at a glance they were related, though they didn't look nearly so alike that they looked like twins. Only their clear close age would give that away. She wore a denim ruffled skirt, a white button down shirt open to just below her breasts, and a black lycra tank top underneath it. And socks, her shoes apparently down here. "Hey sleaze -- we're out of conditioner so remind me when we hit--" she skidded to a stop. "Oh, hey there! Sorry, I didn't know David had company. I'm Adele, his smarter twin.""Smarter?""Don't start, sleaze. I'm getting to know your new girlfriend."David flushed, but didn't quite get a chance to sputter before Adele had half-skipped forward to shake Ameillia's hand. Ameillia smiled and shook the girls hand. She giggled at the obvious sibling squabble, not having any siblings of her own she'd never taken part of one but her cousins were close enough in age to give her enough grief to feel David's pain."I'm Ameillia, very nice to meet you! I really love that skirt!"She looked a David who seemed a little flushed, although she couldn't figure out why. "Davy, you didn't tell me how cute your sister was!" Taking another gulp of beer she decided that she was really going to like living next to these people."You know, I've got to go shopping for some stuff later on too maybe we could go together?" She blushed slightly not really knowing why she'd asked David, she just felt that she wanted to spend more time getting to know him. Adele grinned. "Thanks -- would you believe? Eight dollars. There's a vintage place out on Crescent, it's in a total dive strip mall so you might go past it but it's so worth stopping in. Davy -- take her there. You know the one." She leans close. "He's good at shopping with girls, but don't ever let him pick out your clothing. Honestly, how he manages to dress himself in the morning I'll never know.""Oh, she's cute all right," David said. "A little too cute for her own good." He was even more flushed after Ameillia asked if he wanted to go shopping with her. "Sure -- I'll take you out shopping. What kinds of things are you looking for? There's the usual WalMart or grocery run, but we have an okay mall too--""Ugh, the mall." Adele rolled her eyes. "Four variations on the Gap, a Limited, an Express, a Hot Topic,twoSpencers and a Cinnabon. There's a serious mall an hour north if you want a decent crawl. And if you're going someplace with hair care products remind Davy to grab conditioner." She grinned even wider. "I vacuumed out the car so it's even clean right now.""You don't need it?" David asked."Nah -- Jan's picking me up and we're carpooling in. So I need to grab food. S'cuse my rude dash to the kitchen, Ameillia." She nodded and couldn't help but smile as Adele bounded off into the kitchen.She looked over to David "I need to get some milk and my yogurt but ya know getting a few new outfits would be pretty nice. I don't have any nice shorts or anything." Ameillia tilted her head "Your sister seems so much younger than you really in touch with the generation. The girl's got mad style though" She added a wink along with her goofy smile. Shopping always did make her small town heart giddy.Standing up she went over to the overstuffed chair and grabbed David's hand. Ameillia never did have a problem invading people's space once she felt comfortable. She tugged, motioning for him to get up "Come'on let's get going I'm all excited now" She could admit to herself it might be the light buzz from the beer as well.Now that she was completely cooled off Ameillia decided to let her hair down. The heat and humidity had already done their damage, nothing but a shower and a flat iron couldn't fix later on. For now it was full and wavy, an overall pretty sight not that Ameillia had ever really liked it that way. It fell down in bouncy waves cover up her breast which was nice because she still had yet to put a bra on. David laughed at her enthusiasm, letting her tug his hand. He thought about tugging back, just to see what would happen, but -- no, that way lay going too far with someone who was (probably, he let himself hope) just interested in being a friend. He let her pull him up. "All right, all right," he said. "That vintage store first? Or the mall? Or WalMart? Or... you know, why don't you just tell me where you want to go?" He grinned. Ameillia put her finger on her cheek in thought."Hmm, I think the mall first. We should wait to hit the grocery store last, so the milk doesn't get warm."She started to make her way towards the basement "I just need to go over to my place to get my purse, m'kay?"With that she was off down the stairs and up the ones leading to her kitchen. She now noticed her tank had gotten caught. She grimaced at the thought "Oh wow, he didn't even notice" she felt her heart sink a little at that. Ameillia new she wasn't all that great but she at least thought she wasn't bad to look at. I guess I'm just not his type.As she changed into a pair of ripped jeans that fit her body like a glove and a loose shirt that hung over one shoulder, this time with a bra she couldn't help but feel like she was trying to impress David. He was nothing like she'd ever seen after all, the boys where she came from all had blond hair always covered with a hat...and those god awful flannel shirts. She rolled her eyes at the thought.Slipping on her glittery flats she snagged her purse and locked the front door, then it was back through the basement and soon she was standing in David's kitchen once again" Im back!" David stepped into the kitchen -- and despite himself, he paused at the sight of her. While he wasn't particularly glad to see her in a looser shirt -- she had lookedreallygood in that tank top -- she looked practically poured into her jeans -- and the bra-strap peeking out on the side of her shirt that was hanging down off her shoulder caught his eye like a magnet.He blinked, realizing he had been caught, and looked away with a slight blush. "You sure are," he said with a grin. "Here--" he handed her a can of coke. "It's still really hot out there, so we need to have liquid, at least until the car cools down." Still blushing, he turned and headed for the front door, scooping a keychain off a peg-board in the living room. "Do you have a car too? Cynthia didn't, so she tagged along on grocery trips a lot." I sure am here... Ameillia couldn't help but frown at that.She had hoped this outfit would have gotten a rise of David but all he did was give her a coke and rush to get the car. She couldn't help but wonder if that tint to his cheeks was a blush or if she was just imagining things.She followed David outside "No, I rented that van out there, someone is dropping by to pick it up tomorrow morning. I figured I'd have to take the bus to get where I needed to go." She opened the passenger side door and quickly got in. She shut the door and reveled in the sweltering heat. Ameillia may not like the heat but for some reason her favorite feeling was this kind, sitting in a hot car in the middle of the day. The heat was like that of a lovers, she just couldn't explain it and feared if she tried it would sound ridiculous."Ya know, this is my favorite feeling?" the smug look on her face had to be apparent.((OOC: true story I love that feeling)) "Really? You like getting in a hot car?" He paused. "Okay, that came out all wrong. I mean you like feeling hot in a car?" He paused again. "Okay, that was even worse. I mean--" he shook his head, flustered. "You know what, I'll quit while I'm ahead. Should I not turn on the A/C?"He smiled a bit, having heard she had no car. "And by the by -- Adele and I don't mind being a taxi when it's needed, no charge. It's easier than trying to shlep home from the decent markets on the bus, especially in this heat." Ameillia gave a look as if to say 'are you nuts' "Oh course you should turn on the air!" She chuckled a little "I just like that feeling for a few moments, then I like to turn on the air." She smiled, liking the was David tripped over his words for a moment.The taxi offer was a nice one, she didn't like picturing herself loaded down with groceries standing on a bus stop. "That would be very nice, maybe I could make you dinner a couple times a week then. I'm a pretty good cook and I hate eating alone." As she made her case she ran a hand across her collar bone, a few beads of sweat had started to bud and wiping them away felt nice."Do you like to listen to the radio?" "Dinner sounds nice. I'm culinarily impaired -- I need special ramps just to reach my toaster." He grinned as well, turning on the A/C. The air started hot but cooled quickly, and he opened the windows to let it blow some of the hot air in the car out. "And I think the radio's tuned to NPR right now, but there's some good music stations for the city's size. Feel free to poke around under you find something you like."The car itself was the kind of thing a couple of early twenties siblings might swing -- a six or seven year old dark blue Kia, but full sedan sized. It was comfortable and not too battered, and the interior looked like it had been kept up pretty well. David dropped his soda into one of the two cup holders under the dashboard, then pulled the car out and began driving. Cracking open her coke Ameillia began flipping through the channels but not before laughing rather loudly at his toaster ramp comment.Finding some music she deemed appropriate Ameillia nestled back into her seat.She took this time to look over at David in the drivers seat. He was focused on the road and Ameillia couldn't help but think he looked pretty cute.Before she knew what she was doing she had already ran a finger down his jaw bone.She bit her lip and pulled her hand to her lap quickly. She ran a nervous hand through her hair "Sorry, you just have a nice bone structure..."Oh he totally thinks your a creeper now David shivers, but doesn't swerve off the road. "Oh -- um... thanks," he said, blushing. He glanced over at her. "Yours is nicer," he said, then looked back forward.Yours is nicer?he thought.What kind of idiotic response was that? She's going to think you're lame!At a complete loss, he smiled a bit more, then glanced back at her, then looked forward again, blushing.Yeah, really smooth. She's digging you now, idiot. The smile that broke across her lips was a large one. He thought she had nice structure? If that was the closest thing she was getting to being called pretty she'd take it. "Thanks!"She took a drink of her coke and fiddled around with the tab of the can as she held it in her lap. Looking out the window she saw buildings of all shapes and sizes, colors and purposes.As they passed by a rather large park she pointed out the window "Look at the puppies!" There was a group of people, shelter volunteers, and they were trying to get people interested in adopting some of their dogs. Ameillia turned to look at David "I'm a sucker for wet kisses!" David glanced at the shelter workers and the dogs, and had opened his mouth to say something -- probably about how the dogs were cute, or that he liked dogs. Small talk. It's what you did."I'm a sucker for wet kisses."Now David tried to think of himself as moderately suave. While he wasn't a ladykiller by any stretch, when he was actually in a relationship he was pretty good at banter and repartee.Not this time, though. Startled by her statement, David stalled the car. Ameillia blinked and turned to look at a very angry driver behind them. She leaned over to David "You do know Davy that we're on a road, and your not moving..." She smiled and patted his knee "You ought to get a move on!"She turned to look at the man and motioned that they were sorry then smiled big at him and waved. David coughed, and put the car back into gear. He got it moving again, and moved lanes so the driver behind him could get by. After about fifteen seconds of driving, he glanced at Ameillia. "Youenjoyeddoing that," he accused, grinning. Letting out a girlish giggle Ameillia nodded "You're darn skippy!""Say how much farther is the mall? I cant wait to get some cute shorts!" She ran a hand over her jeans "Are you gonna be ok helping me try some on?"She didn't mean he'd actually be helping her into the shorts, she just wanted to see what he would say. Dude, she is totally flirting with you now,ran through David's brain as she asked her last questions. "It's just a couple more minutes... and I'm nothing if not helpful." He smiled a bit, glancing back at her. "Where else are we going -- I do want to behelpful, after all." Cocking an eyebrow she smirked "Oh maybe to Victoria's secrets, I need a new bra..maybe some...." she paused for dramatic effects "Panties"She made sure David was looking and then gave him a wink for good measure. Finishing off her coke Ameillia's attention was brought to the song playing on the radio "Take it off by Ke$ha!" She automatically began to belt out the lyrics and wiggle around in a dance right there in the passenger seat. David's smile grew, slightly. He pulled into the mall parking lot, which let him glance at Ameillia's dance, still smiling. "Well, anything to be helpful," he said, perhaps too softly to be heard over the music. "Ready?" he said a bit more loudly, pulling into a parking space not too far from the mall entrance. Snapping out of it Ameillia nodded.Once the car was parked she hoped out and flipped her hair, fluffing it up with her hands.Walking over to the other side of the car she linked an arm with David and tugged softly towards the mall entrance."I'm stoked, what about you Davy?! Can't cha just picture me in a tight pair of shorts now?"She giggled to herself as they began walking. David grinned, letting her lead the way. "Picture it? I've seen you in at least one pair of tight shorts, remember?" He considered. "Though if I can pick them out..." he let his voice trail off, even as he used his key-fob to lock the car doors.The mall's air conditioning was working overtime. It was a little better than Adelle claimed -- there certainly were various chain stores, and yes indeed there was a Victoria's Secret. There was an Old Navy on one end and a Best Buy on the other, with a Macy's in between. There was a food court and the usual array of Gamestops, Justices and Hot Topics to choose from.Across from the Victoria's Secret was another store -- Nocturne -- which seemed to have more... interesting lingerie options in the window. Beyond that, it was a mall, and David was content to let Ameillia lead. Ameillia led David around the mall in somewhat of a practice lap before she ventured into the Old Navy."I really like there shorts here, plus they're decently priced!"She unlinked their arms are scurried over to a nearby table that held brightly colored tank tops and four different types of shorts."I like the acid-wash or the dark wash, what about you which ones do you like?"Being a typical girl she already had three different colored tanks slung over her arm.The look on her face was a happy one.Wow, we just got here and I'm already having a good time! "Hmm..." he stepped back, taking a good look at her legs. They were a touch pale -- which went with the red hair he supposed. "The dark ones," he said. "They'll contrast with your skin nicely. You must look good in purple." He smiled a bit, clearly having a good time himself -- quite the opposite of the stereotypical man caught shopping. Holding out the darkest pair of shorts in front of her she cocked her head and then gave an affirmative nod."I think you're right, plus they have awesome back pockets!" She grinned."And purple is my favorite color, well lavender to be more specific"When she looked over in Davids direction a splash of color caught her eye. It was a dark blue shirt, just a regular old tee but you could tell even from a distance it would be comfortable. "Oh look at this David" She motioned for him to follow as she went over to the rack housing the shirt. Rubbing the fabric between her fingers Ameillia gave a triumphant smirk "I just knew it!"She held up the shirt for David to feel. David blinked, and dutifully felt the fabric. "Ooo," he said. "That feels nice. How come girls get more comfortable fabrics than boys? That hardly seems fair." He looked at it, then looked at Ameillia, considering. "Yeah, that would look good, especially with those shorts. Are you going to try them on?"Honestly, David hoped she would. She looked great in the jeans, but a chance to see her in the shorts and tee shirt would be really cool. He caught himself wondering if she needed a swimsuit too, then shook the thought off, waiting for her answer. She nodded "Yeah, I couldn't pass a shirt this soft up!" She grabbed the hanger and removed the soft cotton shirt.Without missing a beat she took David by the hand but this time it felt a little different. Ameillia almost blushed and should couldn't figure out why.The were at the girls dressing room in no time and she went into the closest available room. Before closing the door she turned to look at David, she struck a sexy pose, with her hands above her head and that caused her shirt to rise up. She winked "The next time you see this chick she'll be all ready for the hot weather!"She closed the door and pulled off her shirt, replaced it with the soft blue one. It felt like wearing a cloud.Then she did this wiggle to get her tight jeans off. "Davy I don't have any clue why we girls buy tightass pants..." she huffed as the denim slid over her rump. Kicking the jeans off into the corner of the dressing room she picked up the shorts and when she looked up at the mirror she smiled.Wow, I look smoking....in that girl next door type of way."I'll defiantly be making a purchase today" she said at the same time she opened the dressing room door. David was getting used to blushing. Ameillia's flirting was definitely having an effect. It was like electricity had been running up his spin, and when she posed for him before shutting the door, it was like being hit in the face with warm water.Her wink made it all the better, and his eyes were caught by the navel ring. "The next time you see this chick she'll be all ready for the hot weather," she said, and slid the door shut."...like it would be possible for you to be more hot," David said, almost without realizing it. With a deeper blush, he was glad the door was shut -- she probably didn't hear him.He heard something akin to a grunt from the other side. "Davy, I don't have any clue why we girls buy tightass pants," she said through the door.David chuckled in response. "Because they have the magical ability to provide you with free drinks and hypnotize your enemies?" he asked. He smiled more at her answering laugh....The door opened, and his eyes went wide. The shirt did look comfortable, but it also clung to her just right. As for the shorts, they set off her legs to distinction -- in fact, they set them off to distraction."I'll definitely be making a purchase today," she said, clearly pleased."Wow," David said, looking her up and down. "On behalf of the men of this city, I thank you for your purchasing decision." She twisted side to side looking herself over "Ya think?"Ameillia giggled and headed back into the dressing room to gather her clothes "I think I'll keep this on for now, I feel cooler."Brushing her hair back Ameillia noticed David looking her over, she blushed.Maybe he does think I look nice.She moved closer to him "So, you really like it Davy?" she spotted her favorite accessory of all time, shoes."GAHHH flipflops!"She rushed over to a wall covered in hanging pairs of flipflops leaving David behind. She began grabbing her size in just about every color.All the while muttering "Omg these are sooo cute!" David grinned, seeing her dash over. "Clearly, I'll need to stock up on shiny things," he murmured. He followed her to the shoe rack. In the shorts and tee shirt, Ameillia's limberness was set off -- her legs and arms were long, her build would have been lanky except she filled out nicely at hips and bust, and her movements set off her appearance perfectly. She was like a dancer, but only she heard the music....David shook his head.Poetry now? Be careful, Davey-boy. You'll be making a fool out of yourself before you know it."This is just a guess," he said, "but I take it you like sandals?" Ameillia turned to look at David and her expression was one of pure enjoyment. "Boy do I!" she held up her armful of flipflops. "Old Navy has the best kind, and at the best price!" She nuzzled her armload "I can't believe I live so close to one now, I won't have to order then offline any more!" She smiled.All of a sudden Ameillia felt her stomach rumble. "Oh my, all this excitement has me starving"She began walking towards the checkout throwing a hand up motioned for David to come along"What do you say, you wanna grab some lunch."Realizing she was leaving David behind she stopped to wait for him.It wasn't that she wanted to keep playing cat and mouse, Ameillia just got this giddy feeling whenever he got close to her.She turned around with a big grin just for David "You hurry up now silly!" David grinned. "Let's. But don't forget to pay for your clothes. You just got a local Old Navy -- you don't want to be banned now." He winked. "And let's make it official -- I willbuyyou lunch. That way I know you won't run offtoofar ahead. What do you like for mall food, anyhow? Or should we hit a sit-down restaurant? They have a couple on the sides near the Best Buy."He wasn't worried about the cat and mouse game, per se -- her energy and enthusiasm were infectious, and honestly seeing her dart from place to place was just plain fun.Her attitude was a little amazing -- when he and Adele had moved here, they kept running up against all the stuff theycouldn'tdo because the city was so small. To see someone absolutely liberated by all the possibilities was a whole different way of looking at the place. He wants to pay?Suddenly Ameillia took on a sly look "Pay for lunch hmmmm, like a daaate" She let the word date come out in a sing-song voice.Reaching the counter Ameillia fished out fifty dollars from her purse and paid for her clothes. Grabbing the bag and the recite she walked over to David side "If it's not too much could we go to a nice sit down place? I'd really like to get to know you even further Davy" She smiled and went to hold David's hand. She was worried he would mind but so far he acted like he hadn't.She stepped even closer, for no reason other than she liked being so close to David.As they began heading out of the store a young couple passed by and then when they were almost out of earshot she heard the girl say " Aww babe why can't you ever hold my hand like that?!" She sounded winy and Ameillia could help but giggle. She put her free hand up to her mouth to cover the sound, no need to alert the whole store. David blinked, as the word "daaaaaate" left Ameillia's lips. For a long moment, he'd worried he'd done something wrong. But then, after paying for her clothing, she had grabbed his hand. "If it's not too much could we go to a nice sit down place? I'd really like to get to know you even further Davy."He was too startled to speak for a moment, walking where she led. He heard her giggle after she overheard something someone else had said -- he hadn't heard what -- covering her mouth with her other hand demurely. It was then David realized he was holding the bag her original shirt and pants were in, in his other hand.Isn't that what happens on dates?he thought to himself.The man carries the bags while the woman shops?He smiled a bit. "All right then," he said. "I do believe I have just the place in mind."So saying, he turned slightly and headed in a different direction, letting Ameillia be the one pulled in a new direction for once. They walked down past several other mallish stores, before rounding a corner that led to a side passage. Down this way there was only a Radio Shack on one side, a Verizon store on the other... and straight ahead lay the Cheesecake Factory.David didn't go on a huge number of dates... but he had yet to meet a girl who reacted badly to the prospect of Godiva Cheesecake. Ameillia allowed herself to be led and as they neared the restaurant her eyes got wide.She jerked her hand out, pointing a finger "Oh. My. God...." she let out a girly squeal "I have always wanted to go to a Cheesecake Factory! A group of friends and I were supposed to go after prom but then I got sick and couldn't go" she continued to ramble about the trip that almost was until they got inside the place.Her stomach growled again and all Ameillia could think about was food. It was just after two o'clock in the afternoon, which put it nicely past the lunch rush while not being anywhere near the dinner rush. As a result, the woman at the hostess counter smiled right away, with no line to be waited through first. "Two?""Please," he said."Right this way!" She grabbed two menus and led David and Ameillia back into the restaurant proper, putting them in a booth for two along one side of the wall. "Your waiter will be Tom. Can I grab you two anything to drink while you wait?""Sure," David said. "Can I get an unsweetened iced tea?""Unsweet tea. You've got it. And you, miss?" Ameillia smiled "Lemonade, please!As the girl wandered off to get the drinks Ameillia took a look at the menu. "Say Davy, do you recommend anything? All this just looks so yummy!" She put down her menu and scooted closer to look off of David's menu. "All these deserts look so tempting, so much so that I don't think I'll be able to eat lunch food!" Then something caught her eye, a simple vanilla bean cheesecake, it's plating in the photo was simple and chocolate drizzled. "Oh this, I defiantly want that! I love vanilla and chocolate drizzle!"She beamed a smile at David leaning in close and practically resting her head on his shoulder. David flushed as she leaned close.She smells good,he thought. He smiled. "That sounds good. Are you sure you don't need food too, though? You might need a lot of energy later?"It didn't occur to him for a couple of seconds...wait... did I just imply she'd need... that we... I guess I'm about to find out if she thinks we're on a date.... She pouted and thought for a moment. "I am hungry, and it'd be rude not to order a main course on our date. I'll just get a burger! I just love steak frys." She smiled and nodded, then switched to a cute pouty face "I can still get the cheese cake can't I Davy?"I wonder what I'll need the energy for...hmm. David breathed a sigh of relief. "Trust me, 'Llia -- I would not be so much a cad as to bring a woman to the Cheesecake Factory and then try to deny her cheesecake. I am an honorable dude, known for... um... honor. Dude." He grinned, winking."Besides," he said, looking down at the menu. "The burgers here are great. Me for bacon on mine, I think. Because... well, delicious bacon." Ameillia nodded in agreement.'Llia? How cute!She smiled to herself and then the waitress returned with their drinks. She took a sip through her straw and puckered her mouth. It was sour, just how she liked it. "Ah, that's good lemonade!" She looked to the unsweetened tea and blinked a few times "Why'd you get your tea without sugar?" It wasn't like Ameillia disliked unsweet tea, in fact she preferred it over sweetened tea. The bitter taste it had always made her feel calm, and when she drank it hot it always proved soothing.She spotted the lemon on the rim of his glass.I want that lemon....Lemons were her favorite fruit, much to the detests of her dentist. It looked at her longingly and Ameillia sighed while glaring at it. "Hm?" He looked at his glass. "Oh -- two reasons. One, they always make it too sweet. If I wanted powdered iced tea mix instead of real iced tea... well, I hope someone would have the decency to put me out of my misery." He grins. "I like my tea to taste like tea. And secondly, I find it's... I don't know. More refreshing -- tart, almost. If I want a sweeter tea, I have half iced tea and half lemonade."He noticed her gaze, and arched an eyebrow. "So... let me guess. You like lemons?" His lips quirked back into a smile. She nodded, still staring at the lemon.The word tart made her giggle "Tart, what a funny word. Don't you think so?"She inched closer and ran a hand through David's hair. She ruffled it and then straightened it back out "Your hair is different from your sisters ya know?" He laughed. "Is it? I didn't really think about it. Is it still nice hair?"He considered, as well. "Tartisa funny word." He slipped the lemon off his glass... and slowly extended it to Ameillia, to let her lean and capture it with her mouth, if she so chose. If she was going to flirt with him... then it was time he started flirting back. *CHOMP* she nommed the lemon out of his fingers. His fingers ended up in her mouth for a moment but she let them slip out as she took the lemon.She munched the whole slice in mouth, rhine and all. "Mmmm!" she smiled really big. "Thanks Davy!" she held up her glass. "You can have a sip of my lemonade if you want to..."Ameillia looked around "Say, where's this Tom person, isn't he supposed to be taking our orders"? David accepted the glass with a smile, having a sip of the lemonade before handing it back. "They're usually pretty good about service. He's probably just stuck with another customer--""Hey there!" A college aged man walked up, in the same white button down shirt and black pants all the male waitstaff seemed to be wearing (the female waitstaff alternated between black slacks and black skirt/tights). "I'm Tom, and welcome to the Cheesecake Factory. Would you like to hear about our specials, or can I grab you guys an appetizer while you look over the menu? Ameillia shook her head. "I just want a cheese burger and-" she paused licking her lips "Vanilla bean cheese cake with lots of chocolate drizzle!" She grinned victoriously.While David was ordering Ameillia noticed how close they were sitting. Just like a real couple, the thought made her blush a little. She placed a hand down on the seat in between them, there her focus stayed until the waiter was off on his way."Hey Daivd?" David had finished his own order. Bacon cheeseburger and the steamed vegetables. He had a weird liking for steamed vegetables."Hey David?"He looked over at Ameillia. She looked a bit different -- there was a hint of color on her cheeks, which showed it well.Red-head's pale skinhe thought to himself, not for the first time."Yeah?" She wasn't paying attention to anyone around, just David.I want to ask him what he thinks of me. Oh but I don't want to seem to creepy! This is only our first date....but not a real one kind of like a playful thing I guess!She gripped the seat tighter.Then she blurted it out "Do you wanna come have coffee tomorrow? It'll be my first day and seeing a familiar face would really be nice!"She was defiantly blushing now. David looked at Ameillia. She seemed flustered -- and was very definitely blushing. Her request was kind of blurted out, and it had looked like it had taken some courage for her to manage to ask the question.He felt his heart pounding in his chest. This was real. This was happening. She was interested.They were on a date.He took a deep breath. "I'd be happy to," he said. He paused for a moment. "And when you're done with work, we could go see a movie if you liked...." She perked up and found herself more comfortable "That sounds swell!"She felt happy that David said yes, she couldn't wait to see him. Even though she was right next to him the thought of seeing him again so soon gave her butterflies!"What kind of movies do you like to watch Davy?" David shrugged. "I'm really kind of open. I like action stuff, comedies, dramas -- I'll watch almost anything. Well -- okay. I'm not the biggest fan of, you know. Stuff like theSawmovies? I'm clearly a wuss." He grinned a bit. "Are you sure you want to go out with a wuss?" Ameillia giggled and then flexed her arm up in a traditional body builder pose. "Don't you worry, I'll protect you!" she then burst into laughter.Composing herself she added "I like comedies the best! So you needed worried about showing your wuss puss side" she poked jokingly at his side.Their meal arrived soon after and Ameillia took a huge bite as soon as the waiter's hand left her plate. "Oh gooood" she moaned clearly in burger ecstasy. She wiped her mouth but missed a drop of mustard on her cheek. She was oblivious to it as she mowed down the sandwich.Noticing that David hadn't even picked up her burger yet she paused just holding the meaty goodness in her hands. "Ugh, I guess I was hungrier than I thought..." she laughed nervously. David laughed as she poked him, then watched her attack her burger with both eyebrows arched. As she paused and flushed, he looked at her for a long moment.He turned to the waiter. "I've been starving her for weeks," he said. "Ireallywanted her to enjoy that burger."Tom laughed. "I guess it worked. Let me know if you guys need anything."David grinned as he left, then picked up his own burger. "You have a bit of mustard on your mouth," he said, innocently. Ameillia tired to lick the mustard from her mouth but couldn't quiet reach it. The back of her hand worked better than any napkin and she demonstrated by wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.As she continued to enjoy her burger she thought about how the day was playing out it was probably around three in the afternoon and she had already met a really nice guy. She smiled happily "You know Daivd, I'm having the best time, thanks for being my new neighbor." With a mouthful of food she rested her head on his shoulder while she chewed slowly. David felt his heart racing. Flirting was one thing. Arranging official dates was another. But actual contact like this... his brain and hormones felt like carbonated soda had been released in them.Blushing... he slowly shifted, slipping an arm around Ameillia's waist.She's warmhe thought to himself, almost incongruously. "I'm having a really good time too," he said, as lightly as he could. "I'm glad we share a basement." The arm slipping around her waist made Ameillia beam with joy. She leaned in David and even place a free hand on top of the one around her waist."Me too, I think I'm going to love it here in the city." She took a sip of her lemonade and then finished off the last of her burger.About this time Tim came back towards the table her cheesecake in tow. He sat in down in front of her after he took her dinner plate first. She eyed the chocolate drizzle and her mouth watered. "Oh boy, that just looks amazing." Tim nodded in agreement."Well I had a rush put on it after I saw how to attacked that burger" He chuckled in a friendly manner. Ameillia sheepishly bit her lip and shrugged.After Tim had walked away she took her hand from Davids and scooped a big dollop of chocolate onto her finger and the popped it in her mouth moaning as she reveled in its goodness. David smiled as she licked the chocolate off her finger. She seemed more than happy to be held -- and that was just amazing. She was attacking her cheesecake with the same glee she attacked the burger. Honestly, it looked like she did everything with joy and enthusiasm."So," he said, finishing his own burger and taking a sip of iced tea. "Where next on our shopping date? Searching for more summer clothes? Shoes?" He looked innocent. "Panties, I think you mentioned before...." She shot David a coy look "Oh yeah, we're hitting Victoria's Secret next!" Look back to her plate Ameillia got an idea, she scooped up some cheesecake onto her fork and made sure to run it through the chocolate. Holding it up for David to try she smiled "I hope you don't have a fear of eating after people but you've just got to try this!" She nudged the forkful at him.All sorts of thoughts were running through her mind, David was going to see her picking out underwear. That meant that every time she wore the panties bought today she would be thinking of David. The idea made her blush but Ameillia couldn't help but like the thought. She suddenly became all to aware of David's arm around her waist again, a twinge made its presence known from between her legs and Ameillia quickly snatched up her drink sucking the liquid down hoping David couldn't tell she was turned on. David half-smiled. Any lingering doubts as to whether or not this was a blind date were fading as he leaned to accept the bite. He closed his eyes as the vanilla, cheese custard and chocolate melted on his tongue. Oh, this was good all right.He then opened his eyes, smiling. "Well, all right. But you know... you'll have to expect certain things from me in Victoria's Secret. It's part of the guy code. I can't go against the guy code, you know. Not and be a righteous guy." He noticed she was drinking a bit quickly.Weird,he thought.The cheesecake didn't seem salty to me. Maybe it was a bit rich for her. She does like lemons, so it might be a little too sweet for her tastes...Then he remembered how she had attacked it the moment before. No, she clearly approved of the cheesecake. He grinned at that, and quite naturally pulled her a touch closer, running his hand gently on her side. She hadn't been expecting him to pull her closer, a shocked 'meep' was the result. She turned her head and looked at David, there couldn't have been more than three inches between his face and hers. Her eyes were a little wide and the straw she'd just been drinking from rested against her bottom lip.A smile broke her lips a second later "So, what kind of behaviors should I be expecting?"She hoped they'd be appropriate ones, Ameillia couldn't imagine having to control herself if David put on any sort of sly moves. David flushed. Her jumping, followed by her nervous words about 'behaviors,' made his face burn.Blew it again, didn't you,he thought to himself. He shifted, moving his hand up behind her, sitting on the top of the booth instead -- not pulling it back, but also not taking liberties. "Oh... um... I...." He turned a deeper shade of magenta. He had absolutely no words he could give back to her right now.Oh, the usual behaviors -- I'll grope you and then slobber all over you while you eat cheesecake. Girls like that, right?David turned to work on his steak fries. "Wow," he said, nervously trying to sound overly cheerful. "They have three different kinds of ketchup on the table. That's... a convenient distraction, don't you think?" Her attention did go to the three bottles of Ketchup sitting neatly in the middle of the table.She was sad David had moved his hand, the spot his arm had occupied felt cold. She stuck out her tongue, a super cute sight. "I think Ketchup is nasty, awful stuff!" She popped another bite of cheese cake in her mouth.She shifted feeling the call of nature beckon her. "Hey Davy, I'm gonna go to the restroom ok?" She stood up and scooted her way out of the booth. Turning she gave him a big smil "Now don't run off ok?!" With that she was off to the restroom.Once inside a stall she let her back rest on the wall. The smile hadn't left her face, even as she passed some old woman leaving the restrooms. She shook her head in giddy glee. A guy hadn't seemed this good in ages.I hope he's as into me as I am him!She quickly got down to business not wanting to make David wait too much longer. David nodded, keeping his smile on as she bounded off to the bathroom, then dropping his head back so it bonked the booth behind him.Stupid, stupid, stupid,he thought.Now she thinks you're a creep. Just shut your mouth and do whatever she wants to do until we make it home and she's free of you. Nothing to make her uncomfortable. Just... be nice.He sighed. He hadn't met a girl so great in a long time, and now he'd screwed it up.Ah well. At least it was fun before he blew it. She had been in the middle of washing her hands when a tall blond and a short brunet walked into the bathroom. The were toting bags from all different stores but what really caught Ameillia's eye was what the blond was holding in her arms. It looked to be a silver bathing suit but as the girl passed by the suit lit up a shimmery gold color. The shorter girl, was rambling on about how many sales were going on. She mentioned the Swim Shack and that right now all their bathing suits were buy one get one half off. Ameillia's ears perked up. She quickly dried her hands and rushed out the door, deciding that Victoria's secret could wait she needed a new bathing suit.She rounded the corner and caught sight of David at their table, Ameillia thought he looked sad. She hoped it wasn't because of her. She hurried back to the table and sat down easily on the seat. "So, Davy I saw this girl come into the bathroom and she was carrying the cutest bathing suit ever. Girls never had ones like that where I come from!" She seemed chipper and to be rambling on."Oh can we go can we!" She scooted really close to him and rested her chin on his shoulder. David blinked as Ameillia returned to the booth. He sat up, putting a smile back on his face -- maybe he could back this up a little if he--She was saying something about bathing suits, when she pushed up to his side, leaned against him and rested her chin on his shoulder. "Oh can we go can we?!" she asked, batting her eyes.David was stunned. She was pressed up against him far more intimately than before - she'd practically embraced him from the side. He could smell her shampoo from where he was sitting. A shiver ran down his body even as his arm fell around her again -- he didn't consciously decide to hold her, mind. It was just the only place his hand could go."Well, sure," he said. "We can go wherever you like. This is your shopping trip, after all." He smiled a bit, blushing hard. He might have complained in the back of his head about mixed signals, but to be perfectly honest his brain was focusing on the extremely pleasant aspect of Ameillia's body moving against his and the even more pleasant sight of Ameillia's smile. She made a fist and pulled it down in the common 'YESSSS' pose. She wiggled a happy little dance and sucked down the rest of her lemonade. She looked at David's plate and cocked her head. "Sooo, are you done?" There was still a little food left on her plate and Ameillia wanted him to get his fill, but she was practically dieing inside to get a peak at all the swimsuits. She fidgeted with her hair and sat snugly in David's embrace. She scanned the restaurant, seeing a lot of couples happily eat and conversing. The sight made her sigh, she might feel like this was a date but she knew David was only being neighborly.So much for my fairytale.She mused."So, are you done or what big guy?" She nudged his side playfully. "I... yeah -- yeah, I'm done. Let me just get the check taken care of--" David slipped out his debit card and put it in the folder with the bill. He set it so the waiter would see it right away and get it taken care of.On the one hand, he was more confused than ever as to what his status was with the beautiful girl. On the other hand, she was actively excited at the prospect of trying on bathing suits -- and he wasnotabout to argue withthat."So, the Swim Shack next, I assume?" he asked as the waiter scooped up the folder and his card. Ameillia nodded "I can't wait! The suite I saw was soo sparkly!" She clapped her hands happily and then stood. As they waited for the waiter to return Ameillia looked David up and down "You should try on spedos" giggling at the thought she suddenly realized that might not have been the most appropriate thing to say. Even thought she felt comfortable around David did not mean it was ok to joke about body parts. Still she could shake the thought. David blinked, and then laughed. "I don't know," he said. "I'm more of a trunks kind of guy. Though it's hard to say no to a pretty girl, especially if she's going to be showing off -- I'm sorry, I mean 'asking the opinion of her gentleman companion' while wearing swimwear." He grins, looking back at her. "Assuming I didn't just buy myself a one-way ticket to waiting outside the store until you're done, anyway." Ameilla laughed, flattered. She pretended to be upset "Oh that's right, you're totally waiting outside the store til I'm done." She met David's eyes and held the gaze for a moment. The she burst into a girlish giggle. "I'm only teasing! I wouldn't want to end up in some gaudy swimsuit of course you have to be in the store helping me look good!" She took his hand "You know it - it's ok that you think I'm pretty" She knew how nervous she sounded but at this point she knew how important it was to get that out in the open if anything more was to come from their budding relationship. "Then I'm honored and excited to be a part of this," he said. And he chuckled at her next words. "And I don't 'think' you're pretty, Ameilla. Youarepretty."He chuckled again. "You know -- I've never understood why some guys don't like shopping with their dates." He tried to be as casual as he could with the word, but still. "I mean... it's something the girl enjoys doing. It involves her dressing in good looking clothes. And then she shows off in those clothes for the guy and asks him to really look at her." He grinned, looking in Ameilla's eyes. "I can't think of a better afternoon, to be honest." Ameillia felt her stomach flutter. "Wow, I've never heard anyone put it like that before."He had even called her, his date, the thought made her flush. The waiter returned David's card to him and as soon as he pocketed the card Ameillia took his hand and eagerly tugged him towards the exit. "Well, if you wanna look at me we'd better get going. Any longer and winter will roll around" she smiled letting out a small chuckle. David let Ameillia pull him to the exit. "All right, all right -- so where are we going? Swim Shack? That's just down this way, if I remember right. I want to say it's across the hallway from the Radio Shack.He wasn't sure if he led her or if she pulled him, but either way, they approached the Swim Shack -- a broad, tropical themed swimsuit store with everything from high end racing swimsuits and body gloves to the skimpiest of string bikinis. They were having a summer sale, with lots of designs throughout. David watched as Ameillia bounded in, looking this way and that. She was just so enthusiastic -- it was refreshing, compared to so many girls he knew.I could fall hard for her,he thought as he watched her selecting suits to try on. By the time David caught up with her, Ameillia already had about six swimsuits she was going to try on. They varied in colors and textures but they all were one pieces with various cut-out patterns. She held up her load proudly "Oh yeah, that was record time shopping right there!" She looked around and caught sight of dressing rooms with only hanging curtains for the doors near the back. She started to head towards them and David was right behind her. As the sales lady took her bathing suits and hung then in the dressing room Ameillia turned to David and grinned almost maniacally "The next time you see me I'll be lookin' like the hottest thing on the beach!"She entered the dressing room and the sales lady closed the curtain behind her. For some reason she felt really exposed, she could see David's shoes but decided to just get this over with. The first suit she tried on was a shimmery orange color that had almost no back and little cut outs in the fourm of a belt around her waist. Looking in the mirror Ameillia shook her head, it was nice but not really her. Still she stepped out from behind the curtain."Well?" She gave a 360. David took a breath, looking at the tight orange cloth as it clung to her skin.She looks phenomenalhe thought to himself, and he knew he wasn't hiding that fact from his face. But then, that was what made clothes shopping great. Sheknewhe was looking but it wasn't offensive in context, so he could openly appreciate her beautiful body.And itwasbeautiful. Really, really beautiful. His breath almost caught as he looked at her.Still, she had asked a question. He put his appreciation of her architecture on hold, and really looked at the suit. Her pale skin and red hair really weren't flattered by the fabric -- normally, orange was safe for an autumn skin tone like hers, but between the metal fiber and the slightly pastel color it just didn't fit at all. "The cut's great," he said. "But I think the color's off. Maybe a redder orange or something like a turquoise?"He was glad, as he'd been more than once, that his sister had dragged him out shopping so often. Over the years, he'd actually picked up a decent fashion sense, and a good number of women really, really liked it when their dates could engage on the subject at hand instead of just muttering that it looked great, whatever it was. She flicked the shoulder straps "I agree, and these straps were digging in anyway." She turned back to the dressing room and went in. She stood looking at the suits and picked up a dark purple suit. It had a full back but the entire front of her stomach was exposed. After getting situated in the new suit she stepped out from the curtain. "David, I feel like a tellytuby."She gave a twirl and then turned to see what David thought.Most guys she'd ever hung out with said everything she tried on was the best thing ever. She was glad that David gave deeper answers, at least this way she knew she wouldn't look bad on the beach. David looked at the suit... well, no. First he looked at her stomach, then her breasts, then her hips, then her eyes, andthenthe suit. "Ameillia, if the teletubbies looked like you they'd be the most popular television show in the history of ever." He smiled a bit. "And honestly, that suit does look good on you -- the purple suits younicely. But if the cut makes you uncomfortable you should probably go with something else. Or at least try some more on."He paused then. "By the way, I didn't mention before -- but nice navel piercing." He winked.

A Duplex in a Hot Summer (TWAP and Rubicon)

The witch's dragon (NightRocker13 and Narath)

Drathis growled happily as he chewed on the remains of his most recent hunt, the red of the blood staining the black dragon's muzzle. He was glad that he was able to catch some rabbit to feast on today, as the last week had been hard on him. The dragon had to settle for eating some of the locals' sheep, which didn't quite appitize him. They were always penned up, so they weren't much of a hunt, and their wool always got stuck in his teeth. He's have shaved them down, but Drathis didn't exactly have time to, with the farmers being mad about him eating some of their flock a couple times. It wasn't like he aye much, just one or two every couple days. He wasn't a large dragon after all, just a tad bit smaller than a horse. Though, his large bat-like wings and two rows of spines running down his backside were rather intimidating too.Game in the forest had returned to normal though, so hopefully he wouldn't have to do that again. He would hate to have to put up with frightened villagers. A frightened village always caused trouble for his kind, Drathis thought as he groomed the irridescent scales on his paws, making sure to get between the daggerlike claws as he did. Artemia Lore traveled from village to village helping the towns people with magical pests and healing. She did what she could to help, though it was partly for selfish reasons. She was a hermit at heart, always wishing to dwell alone on the mountain she called home. Her traveling about helping people during spring and summer often prevented people from seeking her out during fall and winter when the mountain paths became treacherous. She liked, at the very least, having half the year to herself. Of course if there were any emergencies she could be found day or night. This was the height of spring, soon to be summer though. She didn't expect any sort of emergency to loom. She soon arrived at a seemingly sleepy little village. Little did she know the battle that was ahead of her. The dragon flew high above the lush green trees of the forest, searching for the river that ran through it. After saying his hunger, he wished to clean his scales from the gore and blood. Drathis took pride in his appearance, trying to make sure his scales practically shined when at their best.He soon found what he was looking for, and dived down to the river, landing gently at the shore. The dragon quickly slipped in, the water parting around his heavily muscled frame as his body cut through the water with grace. Despite being a large beast, he was still very agile and nimble.After bathing for some time, and washing the grime off of his hide, Drathis padded ashore and climbed atop a large flat rock to bathe in the sun to dry himself off, and drifted to sleep. Artemia dismounted from her horse and tied it to the rail outside of the main inn of the small village. Usually inns like these were good for finding potential jobs. She really didn't need the gold, but she had a feeling that this village could use a bit of help. Nervous conversation suddenly stopped as all eyes looked to the tall woman as she stepped inside. Soon the whispers started, words like 'witch' and 'evil?' floating from person to person. She went straight to the barkeep, usually that was where the inn keepers were, and sat down. A short fellow came over, his eyes wandering over her tall feminine form, paying particular attention to her breasts, which were a respectable D-cup given her substantial height. Her piercing green eyes seemed to pin the man to the spot, stopping any further vulgar imaginings in their tracks. "I'm new to this village. Are there any in need of the skills of a magic user in this region? Perhaps a failing crop? Illness infecting the area? A beast harassing the flocks?," Artemia asked, rattling off suggestions to the small man. He didn't seem very bright. Perhaps this wasn't the owner of this fine establishment, simply a member of his or her staff. As if on cue a heavyset woman with a good amount of curves shooed the little man away. "Sorry bout that one! He's a bit of a simpleton! To answer yer question we got a bit of a pest control problem. I don't know much about it, not my area, but over that table yonder a bunch of farm hands were making quite the ruckus about it. Might want to check with them. The only thing I know is that a few sheep are going missing every week or so. Nothing alarming mind you, but best bite this issue in the behind before we're out of our livelihoods." the Innkeeper replied, pointing out a table near the back where four or so, what looked to be farmers, were talking among-st themselves. Artemia gave a small nod of understanding to the brunette barkeep, placing a couple gold pieces on the counter as a way of thanks, it was only polite to pay the piper for being so forthcoming.She walked over to the table just in time to hear the last thread of conversation. "I say we send out a hunting party soon as it gets dark! It can't stand up to all of us!" one of them growled angrily, slamming down his mug of ale."Not one of us can stand 'gainst whate'er that thing is! You know it 'twell as I. We ain't got no chance gainst a regular land locked lizard, let alone a full-fledged flying devil!" decried the man sitting opposite him, seeming to have a better head on his shoulders. The third seemed content with nursing his ale and waiting for the debate to die down. Artemia knew this type of talk. Rural raised folk often dealt with differing mystical creatures of the forest, but rarely had the education to identify these creatures' true names, 'Land locked lizard' and 'Full-fledged flying devil' described two different types of dragons indigenous to this region of the forests. The flightless ones weren't that dangerous, they weren't very smart, not nearly cunning enough to cause much trouble. Artemia theorized these 'lesser dragons' were some sort of off branch that possessed very little to no real magic. The fliers though, they were troublesome if they were evil. Flying dragons had the intelligence of any human scholar, and had powerful magics to aide them on top of that. This could be troublesome.She needed to but in on this conversation. "If I may interject. It sounds like you're dealing with a powerful and potentially dangerous magical creature, I would be happy to deal with it for you, if you don't mind." The farmers reacted with varying levels of surprise, the angry one and the cautious ones coming out of their chairs, the quiet one had either spotted her coming or was by this point well and truly too drunk to care. After a bit of discussion Artemia set out of the inn with a mission in mind, time to go dragon hunting! By the time Drathis awoke from his slumber, the sun was low in the sky. With a yawn that showed off a row of gleaming white, and razor sharp teeth, he rose off of the rock and padded over to the river's shore.It was a good nap, the dragon thought as he stretched out his limbs. However, it was late and high time he got home. So after stretching out his large wings, the dragon leapt into the air and made for the nearby mountains.The cave in which he had made his home was not too far up the mountain itself. He disliked the cold further up. It still rewarded him with a beautiful view though. From the small plateau at the cafe's entrance, he could see the lights of the little village just a few miles away. It was too bad that the humans were too thick skulled to want to speak with him. He'd have loved to trade some of his gold for the trinkets that he's seen them using from afar.After landing on the plateau, Drathis walled inside his home and made his way through the system of tunnels to his library, which was just past the treasury. It was quite the large collection, and the dragon was very proud of it. Though he had a decent sized pile of treasure, the dragon definitely favored knowledge above all else.Taking a scroll from a shelf, he plopped himself in a small best of blankets and pelts and made himself comfortable. As he engrossed himself in reading the scroll, Drathis wasn't too concerned about someone sneaking up on him. His home was fairly remote, and he had warded the entrance to alert him to any intruders. Artemia, who had been meticulously scouring the surrounding wilderness with every bit of locator magics she could think of that wasn't deemed as overkill, finally came to the base of a small mountain near the village. She had thought before the hours of searching, that this would be the only location for a dragon to reasonably live while still being near enough to harass the livestock. She of course went ahead and did hours of mystically combing every inch of forest for signs of the dragon, just to be safe and to be double sure, before arriving at the most likely scenario. She made her way up the mountain with a simple float spell, one that didn't drain too much energy, needed all her strength to fight a dragon after all. Artemia soon landed outside the creature's dwelling, more than likely leading to a complex system of tunnels that would twist to all types of traps and dead ends. She raised her white staff, a forest green emerald encased in the pommel seeming to glow with an innate power, as she focused her mind on a far more powerful incantation. Soon, very soon, the air began to become very agitated indeed. Within ten minutes great gusts of wind were going through the entrance, powerful enough to disturb the dragons rest, even though he resided miles into his cave. Artemia had a fair bit of control over the element of the Air. Being also a symbol of clarity, that contributed to her strength of mind. She was especially good at manipulating the mind of others, though she rarely, if ever, dared to do so. Despite her many talents, she could not hope to penetrate the mind of a dragon, their minds being fortified with primal magics made any attempt suicidal. Her main plan of action was to attract the creature's attention and hope to reason with the beast. She had successfully smoothed over peace talks between beast and human before, the question was, was this dragon the type to attack on sight? Since the witch did not cross his ward, Drathis did not know something was amiss until his scroll he was reading rolled up because of the wind. At first, he thought that it was just because of the way the scroll was laying, but every time he adjusted it, the damned thing would roll up again. And it wasn't just the one he was reading. The scrolls on the shelf were rustling in the breeze as well. It was definitely too persistent to be a natural wind, that was for sure. That, and natural wind was never strong enough to reach this deep."All right, stop it with your parlour tricks!" Drathis bellowed as he finally gave up on ignoring the wind and packed up his scroll. "I'll be right out! Just give me a damned minute!"When he had made sure that the wind hadn't disturbed his scrolls too much, he dragon finally made his way out of his home. There, he found a human female standing on the plateau, whom he assumed was the one responsible for disturbing him.Drathis looked her up and down. She was fairly beautiful by human standards. Even the dragon thought she was rather pretty. Her curves even drew him in slightly, her body holding an air of elegance and grace yet held the strength which was most things male dragon's often appreciated in a female.At the moment though, he wasn't there to admire her beauty. In fact, he was rather annoyed."I was in the middle of a very good scroll." He stated in a slightly miffed tone. "What is it you want, witch? Why do you disturb me?" Artemia had the wind cease it's constant beffetting of the cliff face once she heard a response of the beast inside. She couldn't help but admire the black dragon's lithe form once he came outside. Scales of obsidion and eyes bright with an intellect that may very well rival her own. At his rather brusque question Artemia straitened, capturing his gaze with her single piercing green eye. "I come on behalf of the villagers below. They are frightened and angry at the fact that you have partaken members of their flocks and wish you to be gone. Most humans are fearful of dragon's. Either I go back with a that of peace or I go back with your hide, it's up to you really. What say you dragon? I'm fine with whatever you choose, dragon's blood does make an excellent spell component." Artemia explained, ending her speech with a thinly veiled threat. This could go one of two ways, depending on this dragon's reaction, though she was betting on this conflict resolving peacefully. This beast seemed rather shrewd, less inclined to anger. Only time would tell, best be ready for a violent reply. Unbeknownst to the beast, Artemia had weaved multiple protective wards about herself before ascending to the dragon's keep. Despite her fait in her craft, she stiffened visibly as she waited for a reply. "There was little to no game in the forest." Drathis replied with an affronted tone at her threat. "Do they expect me to starve when they have plenty?"I'll not leave my home for some humans that have been here not even half the time I have." He continued, growling in frustration. "Their people moved into my territory, and I was generous enough to let them. I think I'm entitled to several sheep once a year or so."The dragon eyed up the witch warily. He could sense her power, and knew that she would be a powerful adversary. And if she was standing up to a dragon and making demands of him without batting an eye, she must be very confident in her abilities. That meant that she was either stupid, or capable. Drathis decided to assume the latter just to be safe."I have no wish to fight you, witch." He sighed, though still at the ready in case she attacked. "Please, just come inside and rest from your climb before going home. There's no reason for us to part on bad terms." Artemia visibly relaxed when the dragon did not immediately move to attack her, despite her prowess she doubted she could have escaped that battle unscathed. "One moment please." she asked, holding up a hand as she released many of the protective wards she had wrapped about herself, though she kept the protection from fire just in case. Now, vissibly weakened, almost seeming to have aged, she graciously accepted his invitation. "My name is Artemia Lore if you would like to call me something rather than 'witch'." she added as she walked past the majestic beast. "Do tell, what is your name? Your kind are likewise known for their individualism. Unless of course you would like me to make up something. Though, trust me, you wouldn't want that." Artemia asked as she traveled through the winding tunnels, a smirk forming on her lips. She could never resist teasing, and this dragon seemed a kindred spirit to her. As the witch stood down, so did the dragon, his large coiled muscles relaxing. She seemed the honorable sort, especially after he sensed layers of magic peeling away from her. It seemed that she came prepared, though there was little use for the wards that were protecting her now.She was quite amusing, he had to admit. And had spunk too, he thought as she just strolled on by him and into his cave. This witch was quite the individual. Drathis was glad to have made her acquaintance, though he wished it were under better circumstances."You can call me Drathis, Artemia Lore." The dragon spoke as he caught up to her, his footfalls surprisingly silent for such a large creature. "Though I am indeed slightly curious as to what name you'd design for a dragon."He led her to his library, thinking that it was as good a place as any to relax. There, he grabbed a couple of pillows from his small nest and set them aside for her to sit upon before settling into his own spot."So, do you only visit the mountains to pick fights with dragons?" Drathis asked once settled down, not unlike a cat. "Not a very good one I can assure you, I've never been good at naming things. Though the color of your ebony scales do give me some ideas." Artemia commented at his muttered question. She allowed the surprisingly stealthy creature to take the lead, she had no way of knowing where these tunnels went after all. Once Drathis was ahead of her, Artemia allowed her shoulders to slump a bit. Though she seemed youthful in appearance she was actually quite old, according to human standards at least. Witches were often granted life spans far greater than humans, the price of working with such powerful magics. Another cost being that they tired rather easily. With all the spells she had weaved today Artemia was rather weary. She loathed to let it show in front of the dragon. As trustful as Drathis seemed, she was understandably fearful of his intentions.Drathis led them into what appeared to be a library. Artemia's eye lit up with interest at the many scrolls and books placed about the room. She tried to hide how grateful she was when Drathis gave her cushions to sit on. She could tell by a certain amount of pressure in the back of her mind a migraine was about to start forming.Damned weakened constitution! Always striking when my magics are depleted... Asshole.she cursed mentally. "I actually live on a different mountain, many days travel from here. But to answer your question, no, I don't run around fighting dragons. Usually I ply my trade by healing the sick, aide failing crops, and negotiating peace between villagers and wayward magical creatures. On occasion that does cause me to go into battle with dragons. Though I've found approaching a disagreement from diplomatic stand point often prevents far more bloodshed than simply beating it with a stick." Artemia explained, trying desperately to hide the white hot pain forming within her skull. "It gladdens me to hear that." Drathis said with a toothy smile, and a polite bow of his head. "Not many humans offer my kind that courtesy, and it is pleasant to hear not all are like that."Though she was hiding her pain very well, the dragon's eyes were very sharp, and he could tell when most creatures were in discomfort. He had no doubt that this woman could take care of herself, but she was now a guest in his home. Despite what others thought, dragon's were quite civilized, and prided themselves in it. And being a host that let their guest suffer, however silently, was just out of the question."Would you like some tea, Artemia Lore?" He offered, trying not to let on that he knew that she was hurting so he could leave her dignity intact. "I have a few rare herbs in my collection that are good for recovery of the mind and body. There's no doubt in my mind that trek up the mountain would be taxing on any human."Before she could reply though, Drathis had already arisen and went into another small cavern down he hall. There, he lit a fire beneath a large iron pot of water that was hanging in the room, before gathering up some choice tea leafs from a nearby shelf. "That courtesy was a learned achievement. A century ago I was far more brash. I would attack without question, never thinking of the consequences that came from underestimating an opponent. It took being bested by a terrible foe for me to truly learn my limitations. After that, I came to understand what mercy meant, mostly because he never showed me such kindness." Artemia explained, alluding to horrendous happenings from her past. Her mood had darkened a bit, she only became like this because she was tired. Though she realized she shouldn't afflict her newest aquaintance with her personal troubles. So she mentally shook away such thoughts. Meanwhile her head was seriously starting to hurt, perhaps she needed to cut this visit short.Just as Artemia was about to excuse herself Drathis offered to make tea. She knew full well he had deduced that she was in pain and was attempting to alleviate it without causing her embarrassment. Mentally she wished a many great blessings upon him, out loud she simply accepted the offer with a polite showing of gratitude.Rare herbs? I wonder how many I can name. Fun mental exercise!she mused as she awaited the tea, her mood already improving greatly. She already looked forward to getting to know Drathis better, odd considering she was usually inclined to seek soclusion rather than companionship. "As far as the climb it wasn't nearly as bad as one might think. As an Adept level Witch of the element of Air, I simply used my power to float me up here. Though to say that used no effort would be a terrible lie. It did, just not as much as actually climbing the mountain itself." Artemia explained as an afterthought. She didn't want him to think she was that weak, simply a bit frailer... As Artemia spoke of her past, Drathis listened intently with genuine interest. He loved a good story, and it sounded like the witch had quite the tale to tell. When she cut it short, and offered no further details, his shoulders visibly sagged. However, despite his own disappointment, he'd not press her for anything more. Being a few centuries old himself, he knew that some parts of one's past were sometimes preferred to be forgotten. Though he hoped that someday she'd tell him the rest.Having prepared the leaves, he quickly visited his treasure trove to gather up a gold chalice with a few small gems embedded into it. Sadly, he didn't have much company of the human variety, so the dragon had no cups suitable for tea. It would have to do, he thought as he blew off a thin layer of dust as he went back to the now boiling pot of water. Thankfully, his fire made quick work of heating water so they did not have to wait long.Finally, after finishing preparing the tea, Drathis carried his pot of tea over to the library with the chalice. After settling down, he scooped some tea from the pot and carefully handed it to his guest."Well, you look very good for a human of your age and experience." Drathis said before lapping at his tea quickly, enjoying the strong earthy flavor. "I should have known that you were an air adept after you nearly blew my scroll across the room. Flying here with your magic is still no doubt a feat in itself though. You'd have to be very strong of mind to accomplish that." "I am powerful, yes. Some say I am one of the few left alive that deserve the title Witch Queen, or Wich Mother. I have a tendency to disagree with that notion, I am no leader of heroes or decider of battles. I am simply a traveling magic user for half the year and a hermit in my free time." Artemia explained, despite her obvious prowess she could still be considered humble. Of course the rest of her scattered kind felt her willingness to hide away on her mountain half the year was downright blasphemous. Artemia couldn't help but scoff at the simpletons of the Council. They were far too fond of meddling in the affairs of mortals, that fondness would get them killed.She forced her mind out of retrospection, she was a guest of a dragon, she couldn't be rude. "Apologies, my mind keeps going elsewhere. This tea is quite good Drathis. Thank you." Artemia mentioned, refocusing on the black dragon sitting before her. As she sipped on the earthy brew her headache and general ache of the body quite quickly melted away. Now, her mind far clearer she could focus on the present instead of thinking of the past."It wasn't that far of a flight. I simply arrived at the base of the mountain on foot and used a float spell that didn't take too much effort. Artemia continued humbly, she was not the type to give into pride or vanity, hence why she didn't really comment on her beauty. She simply had no way of understanding how she could captivate the people around her with the use of her looks alone. "You seem to have a great amount of intelligence about you. I so hope I didn't ruin any of your scrolls while I was trying to get your attention. I figured making a bit of wind would have been far less rude than say, blasting the cave entrance with lightening." she explained, lightly teasing, she couldn't resist for Drathis seemed an easy person to talk to. "Please, there's no need to apologize." The dragon replied, dismissing it with a wave of his paw. "I very much enjoy stories. It's why I surround myself with scrolls. And the more you tell me, the more intrigued I become."Drathis relaxed slightly as he saw the tea helped the human recover. It wouldn't do to have a guest faint in his home after all. Plus, it was nice to have someone to just sit and chat with for once. It had been too long since he had even talked to anyone."You flatter me, Artemia Lore." Drathis said with a lighthearted chuckle that sounded rather gruff coming from a dragon at her comment of his intelligence. "I was merely exaggerating at how bad your breeze was. My scrolls are fine, but thank you for your concern."Anyways, you seem like you are a very learned individual yourself." He continued after raking a long sip from his tea. "Do you have your own library? I'd imagine it very grand for a witch so skilled." "I do have quite the collection of rare tomes and ancient texts passed through the ages of my kind. I also have many writings from many diverse teachings. I generally have a fascination for language and cultures that are separate from my own. My seeking of knowledge is about the only thing that will get me off of my mountain. That and of course the obligatory travel to help small settlements in need of magic aide." Artemia explained. She didn't mention that her library, though quite large, could not be found by normal means, she had complex enchantments safe guarding it from any watchful eye. After all, great and terrible powers were hidden within those scrolls and books. some of which revealed her greatest power, and greatest weakness. The location, and way of entering, her library was a closely guarded secret, one that she would share with no one, even if she was getting along with a person from the get go, like Drathis. She had had many close calls when it came to her library and the treasure trove of knowledge she kept within, hence her copious amounts of safeguards that some might say near paranoia level. "So what type of knowledge to you often search for? Is it simply something to entertain you? Or do you seek it out for a specific purpose?" Artemia asked, she loved learning from others, and what the seeking of knowledge meant to them. Her main goal in life was to live out her days travelling, learning, and lending a helping hand whenever she could. She never really thought of relationships when she thought of how her life would go, simply of gathering knowledge and using it for the well-being of others, and of course using that knowledge to kill a certain giant fire-breathing lizard. "A women of wisdom." Drathis nodded respectfully, impressed at her said collection. "I'm not so inclined to the books of magic and things. Personally I prefer anything that has a story. History, fiction, anything that allows me to explore places and times I've never touched. It's absolutely fascinating!"You want to explore the ancient city of Bravis, fabled for their knowledge in magic before the cataclysm that destroyed them?" The dragon continued his tail whipping back and forth in uncontained excitement as he lithely ran to a section of shelf and gestured to a sizable collection of old scrolls, mostly beautiful and ornate before running to a smaller collection of more plain scrolls. "Or how about the fantastic works of an author from a little fisher's village off the coast of Dallah?"Catching himself, the dragon forced himself to calm down. Drathis forgot how excited he got when talking about his love of books, and how he tended to ramble when others weren't necisarily interested in the same kinds of things. He didn't know if she liked history books, or storybook, but he couldn't help himself. The dragon loved showing off his books and sharing his passion with others. But it had been so very long since he had a visitor, he had forgotten his manners."I beg your pardon, Artemia Lore." Drathis said, slightly embarrassed as he prodded back to his seat before curling up. "I did not mean to babble on like that." Artemia couldn't help but smile at Drathis's excitement as he told her of his passion for stories. His enthusiasm was quite contagious. But then he stopped and was suddenly apologizing. "Drathis, I would not call you speaking of something you love. You certainly were not babbling. I do enjoy reading for entertainment purposes, it is often quite relaxing. I simply prefer to read for knowledge first, entertainment second. There is certainly nothing wrong with that of course. What I enjoy most of all is people talking of their passions. When is passionate their enthusiasm is quite contagious and it brightens up the entire room. The person or persons who made you believe that you annoyed others is very wrong in their perceptions." Artemia calmly explained, hoping for Drathis to feel a bit more comfortable. Her voice was calm her eyes were gentle, she only hoped he loosened up. She despised being forced to stifle her own passions for politeness' sake and she wouldn't have Drathis feeling obligated to do so. "Thank you for understanding." Drathis replied, feeling more at ease from her kind words. "It's just been many years since I've been able to have proper company, and I fear that I may be a bit out of practice when it comes to socializing at times."A long sigh escaped his maw as he thought on that. It was rather lonely here. There were not many dragons in this region, and he did not with to stray far from his books for fear that something would happen to them. Humans didn't tend to make for good conversationalist either. When they saw him, they usually just turned and ran, or tried to slay him."I'm glad that you decided to chat instead of try and slay me." The dragon said with a light smile. "It's a nice change. Talking civily is a good change from what I'm used to now adays." Artemia relaxed against her pillows, she couldn't remember the last time she felt so comfortable with nearly a complete stranger. Truly Drathis was quite the dragon. She couldn't help but chuckle when Drathis explained his lack of practice when it came to social etiquette. "Trust me when I say I am the last person who cares about such things. I spend half of the year hidden in a hut on a mountainside far from any other settlements. You may be as lacking when it comes to social decorum as you need to be. I will not interpret it as rudeness, for I assure you, I have blundered often when it comes to the niceties of society." Artemia assured. She always hated social interaction, finding it rather exhausting, but it seemed with Drathis conversation wasn't nearly so taxing."I learned not to immediately attack your kind from experience. It also helped that there were no signs of evil magics in the area. Often when a Dark dragon is prowling around the natural magic that exudes from them affects the area. It can cause unusual weather patterns, the crops would wither and die, and the animals in the area would be far more hostile. When the dragon ruling over the area is good the weather is as well, the harvest is bountiful, and other animals are less likely to attack villages. Before I arrived to confront you I checked the area and found everything to be in order. Therefore I felt no need to try and kill you at least not immediately." Artemia calmly explained. She had learned the signs of many creatures over her decades of travel. Dragons just happened to leave less of a physical presence on an area than other wild beasts. He smiled a toothy grin at the witch. She was very pleasant to talk to. Even when he got the rare chance of talking to a human, they were always too afraid to speak their mind because of what the big bad dragon might do. But not this one. She was very open with him and he appreciated that."You are a very strange human, Artemia Lore." Drathis spoke warmly to her as he settled more into the blankets. "I mean that as a compliment."I've never met a human so open minded, and free willed. It's refreshing to be honest." "Well I am not technically human am I? I've lived far past any normal human's lifespan. I have access to powerful magics. The only thing 'human' about me is that if I am struck by blade, or attacked by a fel-beast without magic aide I will most certainly die. Most do not call me Human. Most, in fact, call me Witch or Sorceress. Though I often serve the less fortunate folk and I am allowed within their towns I can still relate to you because the humans can call me monster just as easily." Artemia explained, rather matter of fact about their similarities. She may be human in appearance, but working with such powerful magics changed her, even if slightly. Humans picked up on those subtle differences and used it as a reason to separate her from them. For creatures that dominated the world, they were so narrow minded. "I'm sorry if I offended you." Drathis replied earnestly. "It was my understanding that witches were at least human at some point in their life."If it makes you feel any better, I do not think you a monster." He continued with a kind and toothy smile. "You have a good heart, Artemia Lore. Something that seems very uncommon these days."He yawned, the sharp porceline colored teeth gleaming in the light. They'd been talking for quite some time, and he did not realise how late it had gotten. Though surely his guest was tired too. Too tired to travel home at this late an hour at least."We should really retire for the night." Drathis rumbled somewhat sleepily. "Would you like to stay till tomorrow? You can leave after getting some much needed rest, and maybe a conversation over breakfast." "I would like that very much, thank you Drathis." Artemia replied, suddenly feeling how late it was as she yawned as well. "You did not offend me in the slightest Drathis. I was simply pointing out our similarities. I can be awfully blunt from time to time. Apologies if that bluntness made you feel uncomfortable." she explained, wanting to make sure she hadn't hurt the dragon emotionally. He seemed the type to be a good future friend and possible companion so she didn't want to chase him away by being too serious or aloof.The villagers probably think I'm dead by now. That will be a troublesome thing to deal with tomorrow. Not to mention I was so busy talking about myself that I completely forgot to talk over some kind of peace treaty between Drathis and the village. It seems I'll have a lot to do tomorrow...she thought as Drathis went around his cave. "Where is it you would prefer I slept? I can always stay with these pillows. Unless you have a preferred spot for guests to sleep. Either or is fine by me." she asked, looking up at the dragon as, she assumed, he got ready for bed. "I haven't had a guest in... well, I can't actually remember how long it's been." Drathis replied, scaled brow furrowed in thought. "Anyways, I don't really have preparations for a guest, so you may have my own bed if you'll follow me."Getting up, he stretched languidly like a cat before turning to guide her from the library. Leading her deeper into the cave, they soon came upon a smaller cavern. There were a couple shelves of scrolls, and a few tables with treasures he was particularly fond of in here. The biggest furnishing though was the massive nest of pillows and blankets in the center. It was easily big enough for two dragons of his size."You may sleep here." Dracus said kindly, wanting to give the best for his guest. "I will sleep back in the library if you need me." "No Drathis. I will not take your bed from you. That would be incredibly rude of me, and I do not need to sleep in such a large nest. I will be fine in the study. Unless you wish to share." Artemia suggested, he seemed insistent on losing his comfortable looking pile of pillows, so her suggestion should make both of them happy. She didn't even think of what sharing a bed would imply because he was a dragon and she was not. "Come now Drathis, it is a bit chill so deep in your home and I will be far more comfortable with you here." she continued, getting onto the nest and leaving enough room for him to curl up if he wished. She wasn't lying, it was rather cool for Artemia's liking, her powerful magics causing her to have a bit more sensitivity to cooler temperatures than normal humans. If Drathis was perceptive, no doubt he was, she was covered in goosebumps and would no doubt start shivering later. "Very well." Drathis relented, not wanting to argue with the powerful witch. "Hold still for a moment."The dragon followed her to his nest and curled up beside her to allow the woman to lean back onto his side. Despite being reptilian in nature, he was quite warm. Dragons had to be so that they could both spit fire and fly high where it's cold. Still, he felt her shivering and quickly draped a wing over her so that she was encased in a small and odd sort of living tent made from leather and scales."Sleep tight, Artemis Lore." The dragon spoke sleepily as he lowered his great scaled head to the cushions.--------------The next morning, Drathis woke slightly confused. The rest was good, but it took him a moment to remember why there was somebody tucked beneath his wing. He smiled, and settled back down again so that she could rest as long as she'd like, trying his best to not disturb her slumber. Artemia found herself falling asleep rather quickly after Drathis covered her with his wing. She had expended quite a bit of energy that day, so it was no surprise. She ended up turning so that she was facing the dragon, cuddling closer to him for the feeling of safety and warmth. Her dreams remained mostly untroubled, though the vision of large, glowing, purple eyes pinning her down caused her to tense as a feeling of dread came over her. It was only a moment but a terrible one none the less. She managed to calm herself with the help of Drathis's presence beside her.A whisper of a voice spoke within Drathis's mind about an hour after the dragon woke up."Good morning. I am still mostly asleep, my body being slower to wake than my mind, but feel free to leave if you wish. I will rest a bit longer.she said within the dragon's mind, her mental voice even sounding tired. Artemia's presence left Drathis's mind quickly as the witch relaxed back into a deeper sleep. Bump Upon hearing the woman's voice in his head, Drathis shook his head in surprise. It was strange hearing one's thoughts that did not belong to one's self. Like a sound too close to the ear, or an echoing in the mind. The sensation was odd to say the least.After her presence had left his mind, the dragon carefully stood and left her lying in the bed as to not disturb his guest. She'd most likely get cold without him though, so he quickly gathered up a bunch of the blankets to wrap around her. She actually looked rather serine and peaceful right now.With that business done, he soon left the room to walk down the hall. In fact, he quickly left the cave altogether, coming back after not too long with a couple more rabbits. They'd make a fine meal. Drathis suspected that Artemia Lore was going to be pretty hungry after burning off so much magic. So he quickly set to cooking it, sprinkling a few herbs and such over the freshly skinned rabbit as he cooked it evenly with his own fire. Hopefully the witch would be pleased with this. Artemia woke up to the smell of rabbit and the growing feeling of hunger gnawing at her belly. She got up, getting out of the entanglement of blankets, before stumbling out of the nest altogether. "Good morning Drathis. I hope one of those are for me." she greeted the black dragon. He looked rather nice with the sunlight glancing off his beautiful scales. Artemia looked the picture of a good night's sleep. Her plain white dress and gray traveller's cloak were rumpled and her long white hair was showing signs of her tossing and turning throughout the night. The small amount of bangs covering her right eye had been moved revealing a garrish scar where a green eye should have been. It looked like the organ had been plucked out by large claws, leaving that half of her face marred by scar tissue. "Yes, one of these are definitely for you, Artemia Lore." Drathis replied, rotating the rabbit slightly to cook the other side of it more. "I don't normally cook my meals. Being a dragon I don't really have to, so I hope that this is satisfactory for you. I've never had to cook for one accustomed to it."After a few more moments, he placed one of the freshly cooked rabbits on a silver platter he had dug up from his hoard. It wasn't like he'd ever use it for any other occasion after all."Let us go back to my den." Dracus said as he lifted the platter and his own small meal with a single paw, turning around to see the newly awakened Artemia.As he got his first glance, he was slightly surprised. Her once impeccable appearance was now rather ruffled from sleep. And for the first time he could see that her right eye that had been once covered by her hair was gouged out by some sort of claw or weapon. After their discussion last night, he wouldn't know which. But he left it alone. It wasn't that surprising for a being that explored and fought all sorts of nasty creatures, or spent time around closed minded people to get injured like that. And he didn't know the story behind it either. It could be a particularly touchy subject for her, so he did not ask, and thought that if she wanted him to know she'd tell him on her own terms.Sitting down on one side of the bedding, he placed down the platter at the other side where there was plenty of room for the witch to eat comfortably. Then he himself began to dig in to his own rabbit."If you would like a place to wash your clothes and bathe, there is a spring in another room of the cave." Drathis said as he made quick work of his meal. "It's a nice pool with a small stream that tricked down a little hole in the back of the cave system. The water is fairly cool though." "I'm sure your cooking is just fine. The heat of dragon flame is greater than normal cooking fires, so there is no need to worry about it being undercooked." Artemia repled. When she saw his surprise she quickly covered the right side of her face. "Apologies, I'm not the most presentable this morning."I should have been a bit more careful. Though he is a dragon and a rather polite soul he will respond to such disfigurement like most. At least I can count on his manners when it comes to asking too many questions.she thought as she continued brushing her hair over that part of her face with a self-conscious air about her.Artemia shook away such insecurities as she returned to Drathis's nest. She happily took the rabbit and dug in. With the first bite she knew it was cooked perfectly, well seasoned as well. She swallowed her bite with a smile. "It's deliscious! Are you sure you haven't cooked before?" she asked, her compliment genuine. She was soon finished eating and liked the idea of washing up. "I will certainly take that offer Drathis. Simply lead the way."

The witch's dragon (NightRocker13 and Narath)

A Fable of Heroes ( Luna x Jugger)

The Kingdom was without its beloved King and Queen, as they were off to fight the retreating darkness. The Crawler was destroyed, and the darkness had retreated across the seas. The King had decided that this threat had to be eliminated at its source. Thus, with his Heroine Queen, he led the army on a crusade, leaving behind his only son to govern Albion. They had high hopes for their son, after he had helped annihilate the darkness from the continent.That is the past, not the present.Sydneysighed in frustration and stormed toward the Prince's bedchambers. Her heels clicked on the polished marble as she rounded the last corner before throwing the heavy wooden doors open. She looked over at the four-post bed with a couple of forms under the covers and shook her head. "Time to wake up, Prince." She walked to the windows and pulled the curtains open. The warm morning sunlight spilled through, landing squarely on the bed. "We can't all lay in bed all day, so the Prince shouldn't as well." She went over to the bed and threw the covers off of the Prince. Nathan grumbled as he felt the covers that covered him fly off of his body. He turned his back to her, wearing the one piece white pajama suit that he had worn for the night before. "Go away Sydney...So tired..." He murmured as he cuddled together with himself. "Just five more minutes...that won't hurt anyone will it...?" He called out to her with a groan as he turned around so he faced her. One eye lazily peeked up to look at her, waiting to see what she would do. He was serious about sleeping another five minutes, but he was just annoyed with whatever it would be she would do to him. Shaking her head in annoyance, she whistled and the maid that he had been with suddenly awoke, before blushing heavily and scampering from the room. "You must really learn to have better tastes in....people." She said, watching the maid go and sighing. She turned back towards him and lowered her palm at him, whispering quickly for a Force Push spell to fly from her, hitting him squarely in the chest and shooting him from the bed. "You really do have a busy schedule today, Prince. Now, get up and change your clothes, five minutes. Ha." She giggled and flicked her purple hair away from her matching lavender eyes. Feeling himself get pushed from the bed was an obvious waking call for him. He grumbled as he lay dazed on the ground with pillows and the bed sheet he was sleeping on wrapped around his legs from how he was sent flying. "Aye...Aye...! Alright!" He said as he stood up and pushed down the bed sheet to slip out of it. He walked over to his wardrobe closet and walked in, and a few moments later, came out with some casual clothes. "Alright alright Sydney...Whats on my agenda today..." She motioned him to follow and she pulled out a scroll and began to scan it. "With your Mother and Father away on the crusade, you need to determine the tax levels for the people. They need funding you know..." She trailed off and smiled. They turned into the main hallway and began to head towards the thrown room. "Next, you will have to decide what to do with some protester ringleaders. A rather unsavory lot I might add." She shuddered delicately and blew the hair from her eyes. "Lastly, you will need to rule on the city watch level and payment. After that, you should be free for the rest of the day." She shrugged and opened the door to the throne room. "Please act somewhat dignified, I have a reputation you know." She turned and walked into the room, moving between the crowds gathered to hear the ruling and took her place on the right side of the throne, sitting on a cushioned stool. "Why should I behave myself just to have your reputation stay as high as it is?" He murmured to her with a small, questioning leer. Sitting upon the throne, he watched as a guard stepped forward, bringing along a few people cuffed together. They seemed frightened, but the guard began to explain their wrongdoings about how the kingdom was being run, and that the Royal Family of Albion needed to be taken down to bring forth a new movement of leaders, rather than just one monarch. Nathan looked to Sydney and frowned. "I don't know what to do...They have no reason to go to jail for simple protesting, yet their claims could be devestating to my family's appeal...What do you think I should do Sydney?" She looked at the protesters then back at the Prince. "It is up to your majesty...but with most of the royal family away, I don't believe it is wise for such, ideals, to be circulated. We are weak as a nation, presently, just now recovering from the invasion...it would be unwise to risk further erosion. Like as I said before...it is your choice." She smiled and leaned back on her stool, enjoying the looks of terror on the prisoners. For just a moment, her lavender eyes flashed a deep crimson. Nathan contemplated a little more on the decision. The death penalty was a bit much for simple protesters...yet he could not just let them go and continue their rantings. "Throw them in the dungeon for one hundred days. That should give them a taste of some punishment that will be dished out for any who oppose my family. Sydney, call in the next person on the list that is to be judged by the prince of Albion." "Come forward, Watch Captain William!" She called out into the crowd, with the Captain walking up to the throne. "Yes, mi'lady." He began and then cleared his throat. "Your majesty, I, a humble servant to the crown, will be acting as the spokesman for the city watch. To cut down on crime by attracting more people to join our ranks, the city will start to gain momentum in the market place. Just increase the annual pay of the guardsmen, and you will see the investment repaid tenfold." He stopped and stood to attention, looking the prince in the eye.Sydney nodded then swiveled back toward the Prince. "He makes a good point your majesty, increasing the pay would attract more members to the guard. However, I am not convinced that our investment in their pay would be paid back, since we will need to pay more and more people. Of course, an oppressed city is a good city." "Hm...perhaps you are correct..." He said to Sydney before looking back to William. "Your demands will be met...however...in doing so of raising the guard pay by a few more coins, I will raise city taxes by five percent." Though, not everyone would be able to become a guard, and the single women and single mothers would be unable to help pay for taxes. "Sydney! Call the last person on the agenda so that I may get out and do as I wish." "Uhhhhh, you already finished it with that last declaration." She turned and waved William away, who nodded in satisfaction. "Court dismissed." She declared to the crowd, who shuffled out and back to their lives. She stood up and stretched, popping her joints. "Well, that was very productive. You are free to go frolicking, whoring, etc. Just remember you are a prince." She started to walk towards the door. "Wait Sydney." He called out to her before rising from his throne. He walked over to her and walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her gently against his body as he looked down to her, his breath hitting the side of her hair as he spoke to her. "What say you and I get out of here...Come on...you've been denying me for a good while...I'm all for women rights, especially when it comes to sex...so I won't force you into it...but I'll always tempt you...So come on...what do you say huh?" He had no idea who or what she really was. She blushed heavily, before her former self came back to the fore. She pushed away from him, shaking her head. "That is a very...unseemly manner for a Prince...especially in public." She looked around, satisfied that no one saw that, and turned her attention back to Nathan. "Just...calm down and go adventure or something." She crossed her legs a little in emphasis. "Oh come now Sydney! You've had a stick up your ass that hasn't been mine for quite a while! You've no male to call your own, yet you do not allow yourself to be pleased by your prince. What is it that you are trying to do? Save yourself for the 'one true love' or are you under some holy oath to remain virginous for the rest of your days?" He crossed his arms and sighed. "Adventure...I'd rather not go adventuring with my parents out in the crusades. Who would run the kingdom for my week away?" She grinned slyly, then adopted a hurt expression. "Meany....are you questioning my abilities? I have served your family loyally... obediently...and effectively for longer then even you remember. You could go adventuring, and I could remain behind to keep your throne warm. But..its your choice....sadly." She frowned, adding to her hurt impression, walking back out of the throne room and towards the kitchens. He felt guilty for having said that, and since she practically already ruled the kingdom with his parents gone, he might as well give her a slight temporary ownership of the kingdom for one week...which could easily be overthrown by himself...or, he could take her with him and leave one of the generals in charge, for they were old and wiser than he was, and from what he knew, Sydney as well. Walking over to Sydney, he grabbed her hand and sighed. "I made my decision....You'll just have to come with me!" He said with a happy grin on his face. "I'll leave a general in charge. I'm sure we could get you loosened up from your tight attitude if you just spend a whole week with me out in the forest! What do ya say? Not like you have a say in the matter mind you..." He said with a devious grin. She stuttered and looked dumbfounded, unable to believe what she heard. She groaned loudly and rubbed her eyes, going to hate the answer she was likely to get. "And where...were you thinking of going for a week?" She entered the kitchens and started to order the cooks and maids around, preparing for lunch. "Just....let me get packed...or something." She just shook her head, knowing this would not end well, for her. (Ah...was wondering where you went to...I missed our RPs T__T lol)"Where are we going? Why we're going to be going out into the forest for a bit...Its the best place around for survival tactics what with Hobbes and Bandits around. Its where I always go when I'm on my...'trips'...that I tell father and mother. But they aren't here, and I trust you enough with my secrets." He said with a smile. "Whenever you are ready, we will head out...alright?" She sighed theatricality and bowed to him, "As you wish, your majesty." She went to her room and started filling a pack full of her items. She threw in a couple change of clothes, several health potions, and a thick book to read when they were away. "Hmmmm, what else should I bring....." She wondered as she strapped a sword belt on, attaching a rapier and a pistol to it. She sat on her bed and groaned. She put on a cloak and added a pillow and bedroll to her pack, thinking a tent was too heavy. She looked shyly to her bedside table and bit her lower lip......."Might as well enjoy myself I guess." She whispered and put a small bundle inside her pack. She picked up her coin purse and filled it with as much as she dared. "Alright...." She went back to the kitchens, to meet up with Nathan again. When she would arrive, Nathan would already be waiting for her, having packed virtually nothing except for his weapon. "It is about time Sydney." He said with a frown as he looked to her. "Come on! We need to go." He walked over and grabbed her hand as he began to lead her out of the castle through a side entrnace that was only a small gate to the nearby garden that would be their exit to the forest. When they began to enter, he let her go and smiled to her gently. "Hope you enjoy this as much as I do. The danger is a thrill out here." "Uhhhhh, Nathan.....you forgot the food..." She said, a strained smile plastered on her face. She laughed and watched as he ran back into the kitchen to collect their food. She shook her head when he returned, his pack stuff with their food. "Alright, let's go." She started walking on the dirt path, relaxing while they were on vacation. "Hmph...We could have easily hunted out food but I guess since you're new to this we could bring it along." He said as he brought all of the food back with him. As they walked, he made mental notes of his way back to the castle before stopping in a clearing. "Okay...This is far enough...Lets go ahead and lay out the camp stuff." He moved over and pulled over a fallen log to the area and thne began to pick up some sticks and branches before dropping them off a little bit away from the log. "This can be where the fire will be. For now, though...We just set up camp." "Uhhhh, we could travel further...it's only noon." She dropped her pack, then looked around, not quite sure what she should do. She went around and collected more sticks, dropping them in the pile. He rose an eyebrow. "You know...for someone who didn't want to come in the first place, I'd expected you to want to be closer to the castle, not farther away from it." He shrugged. "Though, no. We stay here for now. We're out here for a week so we can move in deeper tomorrow. Right now, we should discuss something without the fear of spies in the area...Should we discuss the way the kingdom is being run without my parents? I'm a little worried because its not entirely like how my parents would have run it." "What's wrong with the way we are running it? I don't see much of a difference." She shrugged and sat down, trying to light the pile of wood. She growled when it didn't start and furiously started to try again. "What...did....you....notice..." She yelped in surprise when a flame sprung from the wood, quickly catching the other wood on fire. She grinned widely and felt so accomplished. He chuckled and sat back and watched in amusement as she attempted to start a fire. She obviously was not one for the art of survival like this. "Well...For one...my parents would not have raised taxes and hired excess guards. There is no point...We are safe and the war is across the country. I feel like I'm running things wrong." She cocked her head to the side and sat back on the grass, thinking of what to say. "Well...they are fighting a war, so they need the money. They were not fighting a war over seas when they were here. Now, we have to factor in coal, ship crew payments, and shipping. It's only normal that we would need more money in the coffers. Now on the guards...well, we are out here, that's two less brilliant people to watch over the people. How many soldiers do you think we equal up to?" She leaned in close as she said this, hoping to get her views across. "Well...Its not like we're in any threat of being attacked at the castle anyway. There's a reason my great grandfather had this place built in a one-way area thats surrounded by mountains. We just have to have people do daily patrols along the routes leading out of here and we're usually alright." He said with a shrug. "I just hope I don't become a bad king." Seeing her lean in close, he smiled and wrapped an arm around her and pulled her over to give her a small bear hug as he began to laugh. "Ah well! I got you to help! I trust your judgement, which is why I made you my adviser!" She laughed and squirmed away. "So was this all you wanted? To stop in the middle of the lawn and talk about your decisions?" She leaned back on the grass and relaxed in the sunlight, enjoying the sun on her pearl-colored skin. She hadn't been out of the castle in weeks, and she felt it was nice to try to warm up her body for a change. "Nope. Just wanted to come out here with company for once. And I also figured that...well...Maybe you'd fall for me if we actually hung out outside of work you know?" He said as he looked up to the bright sky. He could see storm clouds rolling in from the distance, but they had a good hour before it would even begin to drizzle. "So...when that rain comes, you've gotta get into a tree burrow with me. Animals love to burrow near trees and they're really roomy. We can rest there for when the rain comes. They're everywhere around here so watch your step around tree trunks." Sydney just shifted uncomfortably, unsure what to make of this reason. "Ummmm, alright....that's a good reason, I guess." She stood up and went to her belongings, dragging them off to a larger hole in a tree. "Well, might as well get comfy before the storm hits us." She crawled in after her gear, ignoring the looks her ass got. She stood up, seeing that there was indeed enough for for at least 4 people to be comfortable in. "Wow..." She mumbled, picking up her pack and setting it into a corner and setting up her sleeping area. She laid out her sleeping mat and pillow, throwing her cloak over the top of the mat. Nathan smirked as he crawled in next to her and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her down with him and onto the sleeping mat as he held her close, laughing. "Got you now my beautiful adviser." He said with a laugh as he looked her in the eyes with a soft, innocent smile. "I assure you'll fall for me before the end of this trip. I just know it." "Maybe, but not now." She punched him in the belly and rolled away. "Now, please get off my bed, prince." She smiled innocently back, and straightened out her cloak and mat. She laid down and rested her head on the pillow, looking out of the hole and into the darkening sky. After a few minutes, there was a crack of lightning, and then the rain started to fall. "Wow...it's really coming down. Guess it just proves that spring is here in force." Nathan clenched his stomach when she punched him. "Who gave you the balls to attack your prince...?!" He said through clenched teeth before sitting up, frowning as he looked to her, his stomach still in slight pain as he looked outside to see the rain begin to fall. "Yeah. Good thing we found this burrow before it started to rain, right?" He said with a laugh. "Come on though Sydney...You don't have any sort of feelings for your prince?" "You have to earn the right to know the answer to that question." She winked at him and laughed, before reaching over into his pack and fishing around for some food. She pulled out a loaf of bread and started to nibble on it. "How long do you think wee will be in here?" She asked, still looking out into the rain, enjoying the smells the rain and earth made. He frowned. "Aye...You may be new but you've got guts..." He said as he looked to Sydney and smiled as he looked outside to the rain. "More like all night. It'll keep the hobbes in their caves and burrows as well as thieves." He said with a chuckle. "It gets so fun during the day when hobbes try to attack, or if bandits are attacked by hobbes, its fun to just watch before I go and finish off the rest and then loot the bodies." She grinned widely at the mention of money. "Mmmmm, gold." She rubbed her hands together, making sure not to mess with the bread. "That's my kind of language." She finished it off and washed it down with some water, before laying down and stretching. "Well, if anything happens, just wake me up, I am going to take a nap." She yawned then curled up under her cloak, facing away from him. "God damn you're a boring person..." He murmured as he looked to her. "Jeez. I know there wasn't anything to do other than sleep, but conversation could have been nice." He shook his head. He wouldn't force her. He sat near the entrance of the burrow and looked out to watch the rain hit the ground hard. The burrow would be a little murky in the morning, which is why he didn't care for setting out a blanket and such where it would be a pain to wrap up after being crusty with mud. He'd let her take the consequence of having done that, just as a little tease since she rejected him twice. Sleeping soundly the rest of the night, she woke up early in the morning, yawning. "Mmmmm, wait...what the hell?" She rolled around, trying to get up, but found she was bound. "Nathan! What the hell did you do?" She yelled out, finding she lacked the strength to break the hold over her. "I swear to god...if you did this I will beat your ass." "Hey hey. Its not my fault." He said as he appeared before her and laid down on her body that was stuck in the muddy blanket and muck that she slept on. The burrow was now dirty and muddy. "I tried to warn you, but you fell asleep." He said with a shrug as he laid his head on her stomach while he laid down in the muck with her. "You're trapped in your own bed. How funny." She blushed heavily and roared, trying to get up. "Help me get out...please!" She kicked and rolled around, though not very well because she was pinned by the mud and by Nathan's weight. "Be a nice prince and help a maiden out!" She asked as sweetly as she could, fumbling around under the covers for a knife. If he would not help her, she would have to cut her way out. "Heh. Too bad you can't do anything right? If you had a knife or something you could just cut them off of you at a loss of...well...nevermind. You already lost your sleeping arrangement. And if you had magic, you could probably just burn it off of you." He said with a laugh. "Fine. I'l get you out." Reaching down, he ebgan to tug and pull on the mat she was laying on that was wrapped around her and coverded with muck. Eventually he managed to get it off of her and he sat back, panting and smiling. "Damn...was really clinging to you, it was." "You think?" She sighed and stood up, stretching and putting her knife away. "Never again....I will not sleep on the ground again in the rain." She swore, before pulling her cloak off the mat and storing it, washing the mud off of it. She looked at her poor mat and shook her head. "I can already feel the back ache..." She turned and looked at Nathan, "Well, time for the dashing prince to lead." She packed up her belongings, minus the mat, and crawled out. "Lead? Lead to where?" He said as he hopped out of the burrow and helped her out. "We go out and hunt, live off the land and maybe even just fight off some bandits or hobbes." He shrugged. "If we're lucky, a balvorine...if we're unlucky, a pack of them. More than one is unlucky." He said with a laugh. "You sure you want to still come?" he snickered, knowing that it was not her decision to come in the first place. "Nothing would please my cold heart more, your majesty." She did an elaborate bow, clearly mocking him. "Though seriously, I am new to this nature stuff....where exactly should I be hunting and stuff?" She asking sincerely, looking around after shrugging her pack back on, enjoying the lighter weight. "Maybe we should walk further into the forest if you really want to see more animals, and creatures..." She shuddered and made sure her sword and pistol were clean and ready. He shook his head. "Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea...Or not. You're right. Let go deeper into the forest where we can at least find wolves a plenty. Don't attack though, they're docile unless provoked...Just watch out for bears. They're extremely hostile for no reason, kill for the fun of it is what they do. They don't eat what they kill most of them time and they cripple unlucky bastards so that they can't run, and let their young have experience at hunting and killing." He laughed. "This is going to be fun." She paused and the color drained from her face. "Uhhhhhh, thanks...." She looked around before starting to walk along the path again, heading deeper into the forest. "Would you mind walking in front? Just in case of bear attack?" She smiled sweetly and giggled the most girl-like laugh she could, hoping to stroke his manliness into being a meat shield. "Plus, I can have a good view from back here." She added, hopping the compliment would help. "You just want me to protect you from the bear I assume." He said with a shrug. "Shouldn't the adviser put herself before her prince however?" He mused as he walked ahead of her. "Whatever. Though...Bears tend to get sneaky...Like to sneak up behind their prey and whatnot..." Wasn't true, but he just wanted to tease her. "We can't go too deep into the forest though. The last thing we need is to get lost in territory that even I don't know by heart." "Ummmm, I still feel like you should go in front, lead the way to glory and what-not." She did look over her shoulder several times as they walked forwards, just making sure. Thanks to his advice...she was now jumpy as a cat and holding her weapons, just in case. "Well...what do you want to talk about now?" She asked, looking around the forest and keeping her ears perked up, even if her eyes did stray to Nathan on occasion... (Aye. You're still doing the whole thing with her being an evil witch in disguise right?)Nathan shrugged. "I don't know. I just wanted you out here with me so that you could slowly fall in love with me, or at least be more open to me." He shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. Its your life. Anywho...This is far enough. I mark the areas I've last traveled to, and I'd rather not bring company along for exploration trips." He said as they stopped at a tree that had a large gash with the symbol of Albion etched into it. "Now then...Maybe I'll cut this trip short. Tomorrow we'll head back. I don't want to bore you." ( Lol, I got no idea, I am just roleplaying. )"You aren't boring me..." She blushed a little and looked up at him shyly, it appeared. "In fact, I kinda like it out here. I am actually get sunlight for a change." She smiled and showed off a slight coloring on her pale flesh. "Let's actually use this as a vacation, I'm sure we can find entertainment." She looked around for awhile, finally finding a small cave. "Hey! Nathan! I found a cave." She pulled out her pistol and walked into it, not really expecting anything to be in it. "Not good." He called out to her when he saw her begin to head toward the cave. "Don't you know caves are pretty much the homes to dangers of the wild? Wolves, bears...Trolls...hobbes...bats...maybe even hollowmen." He smirked. "Should stay away from them unless its a last choice to run away from a greater danger, like balvorines or something." She yelled out at him, "That's not making me feel safe!" She sighed and turned back around, heading deeper into the cave, "Hey, Nathan, it looks clear. Come on in and make ca-" -CRACK- "Fuck!!!!!" She screamed out and another CRACK of her pistol came out. She ran out and pointed again behind her, shooting at another hobbe that followed her. It pitched backwards, a gaping hole in its belly. At least another five were still behind it, all wagging weapons and roaring at her. She dropped her pistol and whipped out her sword, parrying the first swing at her. She sidestepped the second, right-crossed the third, and started to keep them at a distance, parrying and striking back when able. Nathan chuckled and crossed his arms, watching as Sydney fought off some minor hobbes. "Having fun?" He said with a laugh, finally walking over, bringing out his war hammer, a new weapon he would bring along and try to get used to. Swinging it, he started to attack the hobbes, cracking the first one's skull open literally and getting it stuck on the hammer. Swinging it backwards, the body flew off the war hammer before it swung toward another, aiming for the stomach. Stabbing quickly and efficiently, she cleaned up whatever Nathan had left behind. "Thanks....even though you did take your time." She cut off a piece of cloth from one of the intact hobbes and used it to wipe her sword clean. "Heh...that was terrifying and fun...." She smiled and dropped the cloth, sheathing her sword again. She walked over and picked up her pistol, reloading it. "The cave is clear now, I wonder if anything else is in it...there was just these guys huddled around a fire, so let's go see if they kept the fire up." She jogged back into the cave, following the dead bodies back to the end of the cave. "Ha! Success. Instant camp." She smirked and walked around. "Hello...what's this..." She opened a chest that was hidden behind crates of supplies, and looked in. Inside was a couple sets of female clothes...however...they were made of leather and looked skimpy..."What the hell?" Nathan smirked. "You know...You have nothing else to wear. Your clothes are blood tattered and I heard hobbe blood is quite...disgusting after a while, in smell I mean. Smells like dead bodies burning with a raging fire, the scent of just...dead, toasting skin." He laughed. "Go on. Switch into some of those...They look to be your size, if not a little smaller...Heheh..." She blushed hard and held them to her chest, turning to glare at him. "I...I brought an extra pair of clothes...but...I will keep these...." She mumbled, putting her pack down and pulling out a white blouse and tight black leather breeches. "If you don't mind....could you give me a little privacy?" She turned around and faced away from him, stripping out of her blood splattered shirt, reveal a little top that barely covered her breasts. He crept up behind her and managed to sneak a hug to her, hugging her mostly-naked top, having her breasts lay along his arms as he held her close to him. "Hey now...You don't understand who you're talking to. I'm the prince aren't I? Isn't the advisor supposed to help the prince with all that he needs? I 'Need' you to do this for me." He snickered, wondering if she would do it. She blushed hard, feeling his strong arms rub under her breasts, feeling them stick out further because of him. "Ummm....I...uhhhh.....f-fine....sir." She finally got out, stumbling over her words and blushing a bright crimson. She pushed him away and made sure he was turned away, before stripping down to her panties. "I...I can't believe I am doing this..." She mumbled, pulling on the leather clothing as best as she could. She nearly fainted from forcing it in, and to the blood rushing to her head. Finally, she turned around, the leather hand a strip that covered her nipples and some of her breasts, since it was just a thin strip across. Her belly, most of her legs, arms, and back were shown. Her but was covered, but it felt like a thong, and her crotch was mostly covered, except that was it...it showed full thighs and everything. When he turned around, he smirked at how easily she gave in to him from just a simple mentioning of him being the Prince. She was usually so uptight, and here she was...wearing some tight leather clothing before him that showed so much of her body that he was slowly getting aroused. He moved over to her and brought her into his arms, feeling the leather against his bare arms. He could feel her breasts press against his chest as he looked down at her and smirked. "Your bosoms are so large...You really should show them off more." She EEP'ed in embarrassment, and buried her head in his chest. "Don't say such things!" She also felt something poking against her crotch, and she looked down and saw his bulge. "Now I see why you wanted me to wear this....slutty...thing." She pushed away from him and crossed her arms over her breasts, also crossing her legs a little to cover up her skimpy area. "How long do I have to wear this....thing?" She asked, face still red. He chuckled and shrugged. "Until I get bored. Or until you want to take it off...though I might not look away next time." He said with a laugh as he looked at her up and down. "Come now...Don't you wish to see me with more skin than clothes showing, like you show me skin moreover than clothes." He smirked and smiled, waiting to see what she'd do. "I...ummm....that, would be fair...." She mumbled, blushing harder, and walked back to the fire, sitting down and relaxing a little. "I will wear this till I go to bed...then I will go back to the normal clothes." Her leather suit constricted around her, and she tried to breath by pulling the strapping away from her chest so she could suck down some air. Inadvertently, it also showed much more of her breasts then she would want. Walking over to her, he hugged her from behind once more, having to use seduction to get her to fall for him rather than just let the moments with him slowly take her away. He kissed up and down her neck gently as he held her close to his body. "Oh come on Sydney..." He siad to her gently as he whispered into her ear. "You know you want this to happen...I'll show you all of it and more if you just admit to me what you feel about me." She sighed heavily and looked down at the ground. " Fine....I...am attracted....sexually to you. That's it..." She said, standing up and wrapped herself around him, kissing him roughly and hard enough to surprise him. "There...." She pulled away and wiped her mouth. She recrossed her legs a little, and crossed her arms, "Just because I want you inside me doesn't mean I won't drop all decency..." He laughed. "You surprise me, woman." He said as he sat down beside her and had his arm drape over her. "You don't have to 'drop all decency'. Just you admitting is enough for me." He chuckled lightly to her as he looked her up and down once more. "You really do have a nice body that I'll try and get to every now and then." He looked forward and watched the wood that would become their campfire. "Should I or you get started on the fire?" "I guess I will." She stood up, pulling off his arm, and walked over to the fire wood, bringing it over to the little circle of stones, and dropped it in. She knelt down and started to light it....or try. She growled at how hard this little trick was, bending all her focus into it. Finally she grew tired, "There!" She held out her palm and flames lept out of it, starting the fire. "I'm just going to use magic to start fire now....your way is too labor intensive." She stood up again and went over to her pack, pulling it over, having to bend over a little to pull it. His eyebrow perked up when he heard her. "What was that?" He said when he heard her say something slip from her mouth. He walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder gently. "Did I just hear you say something about using Magic? Since when could you use magic?" He questioned with a cocked head, wondering how long it would be that she kept this secret from him. "Uhhhh.....awhile....why so excited? I just know a few things." She shrugged and finished moving her pack by the fire. "I'm going to start looking through a few of these crates, maybe we could find something of import." She didn't know why magic was such a big deal, it was just a handy fireball spell. She went over to the end of the stack and opened it up, standing up on her toes to peek inside. Food. 'Yummy, food!" She pulled the crate down and walked back to the fire, dropping the crate down and rummaging through it. He watched her and waited for her to come down. When she was rummaging through the crate, he watched her ass as she looked through the crate and walked over, smacking her ass as he sat down beside her. "You sure do look nice in skin-tight leather though, magic girl." He said with a laugh as he looked to her. "I'm hungry...fix yourkingsomething to eat." He mused. She eeped loudly and stood straight up, holding her ass. "You are NOT my king, you are my PRINCE. My ass would gladly thank you for remembering that fact." She blushed but kept her next thought to herself, that feltgood. She wagged her butt a little, though not enough for him to notice she hoped. "But...thank you for the compliment." She admitted, then pulled out some venison and a couple metal rods. She poked her meat through with one of them and set it into the ground, letting the meat hover over the fire and cook. He watched the meat cook in the fire as it was stuck against the metal rod. He let the warmth of the fire warm him, and remained silent afterwards as he leaned against the nearest object to watch the fire burn and cook the meat, feeling like something was off at the moment...For some reason, he was regretting ever having left the city, but he figured the feeling would pass later. She yawned and laid down on the ground, feeling tired. She looked outside and say that it was nearing dusk. "Heh, must of been longer in here then I thought. "Hey, Nathan, can you clear out the dead bodies? It's starting to stink up the place." She smiled and leaned on her elbow, looking at him and showing off her curves. He watched her curves and smirked. "Yeah sure." He said once he stood up and moved to start moving the dead hobbes deeper into the cave, far where they would not be able to be smelt by the living. Upon returning, he sat down beside her and laid his hand on her leg. "Mmmmm? Can I help you?" She asked, feeling his hand and not sure what he wanted. She sat up and pulled the meat off of then rod and started to eat, wolfing it down in great gulps. She fumbled around and pulled her water-skin up and took a quick drink. It tasted a bit off, but she figured it was just because it had been sitting in a cave for awhile. His hand stayed on her leg, and just just ignored it. He smirked and moved his hand upward more toward her crotch slowly, growing more devious as he felt around her body while she ate. He would turn her on to the point where she'd force herself to embrace him. "So Syndey...I have a question...Are you a virgin, or not?" He said as his fingers brushed against the leather covering her crotch now while she ate. She immediately crossed her legs and looked at him in surprise. "Ummmm....well....I....ummmm.....yes." She squeaked out, truly embarrassed at the question. "Also...keep your hand to yourself, please." She scooted away a little bit, finishing off her meal before standing up. "I'm going to go to bed, Nathan." She stretched and yawned, feeling sleep pulling her down into its embrace. She waved to him and headed back deeper into the gave, searching for some bedding. He smirked. He wasn't finished with her yet. Standing up a few moments after she had left, he began to walk in her direction before sneaking up behind her, hugging her close to his body sexually as a hand went to her breast, massaging it while the other hand went to rub her crotch through the leather she wore. "Come now...Where's the woman that I knew before? You're growing soft on me you know..." She yelped and spun around, punching him hard in the mouth, sending him sprawling backwards. "Keep your hands off of me! I will let you have fun when I am ready! Me! Not you!" She yelled at him, truly angered by his advance. He was complicating her stance in the court, and she didn't want to become a laughing stock. Another girl that would be tossed away.... "Stay on that half of the cave, and I swear if you try anything tonight I will chop your balls off." She barked at him, quickly going to the deepest part of the cave and making her bed. She used some hay that was laying around and laid a blanket over it. Tossing her pillow down, she laid down as well, facing the entrance of the cave and watching Nathan. "You know...for such a threat, I could have your head on a pike." He replied to her as he rubbed his cheek with a frown, spitting out a little blood as he sat cross legged and watched her. "Fine fine. Have it your way." 'Where does all of this power come from with her?' He thought in his head sarcastically when he felt his jaw once more. He felt like he was hit by a tiny, yet powerful truck to the mouth. Turning, he laid down against the wall as he closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. "You would be lost without me...." She answered back, yawning. She finally closed her eyes after watching him for awhile. She snuggled into her blanket and feel deep asleep, enjoying the warmth and comfort the bed offered. "I could find another adviser." He said with a shrug as he looked to her. "Though..." 'I couldn't find one I am trying desperately to win.'. When he figured she was asleep, he crawled over to her and laid down beside her, holding her body close to his to keep her warm as he laid on top of the blanket while she was under it, but he still held her form close to him as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Early next morning, she started to stir, feeling too warm. Yawning, she sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking down at the source of the warmth. "Oh damn you..." She sighed out, feeling content for some reason seeing him laying in her bed. However, she did have a reputation to keep up...She went down close to his ear, and whispered, "I said hands off..." Then kicked him hard out of her bed, flying him back five feet. Feeling her kick him, his eyes were shot open as he flew through the air, only to hit the side of something before falling to the ground, coughing as he held his stomach. "Dammit...not the best wake-up call..." He murmured out to her as he sat up and frowned. "How the hell can you be loyal to me and yet you strike me every time I do something that bothers you? Its almost as if YOU should be queen." He said with a grumble as he rubbed his paining head. "While that would be nice, I don't think the current Queen would like getting dethroned." She said, going through her clothing and pulling out some normal clothes. "Since I most likely can't get naked in here, without you looking in, I will go outside and change. Maybe I will find a spring and clean off. That would be heavenly!" She smiled and held her clothes to her breasts, giggling. She then turned around and skipped out, feeling so happy for some reason. She wondered why it was as she went through the forest, eventually coming upon a small waterfall. "Neat..." She stripped out of the slutty clothing and tossed it over a boulder next to the fountain. Then, navigating into the stream, went under the waterfall and smiled, enjoying the cool water washing over her. Nathan grumbled as he sat back against the cave wall and waited for Syndey to come back. He wondered how it would be that he could get her to come and be his woman. His eye was on her for the longest time now and he finally wanted to turn her to become his girl...Though the possibility of that happening was showing to be grim lately. She smiled and enjoyed herself, dragging out the cleaning and relaxation. Finally after about thirty minutes, she stepped out of the water and onto the grass, going over to her clothes and laying down on the grass. She locked her hands behind her hair and used them as a pillow, enjoying the morning. "I should probably head back soon...." She said to no one in particular, letting herself air dry in the sun. "You should. It was boring as hell out there." Nathan said as he appeared behind her, having crawled up to her silently so he was right next to her. "You look good naked like this. Wet." He snickered and leaned over, kissing her breast as he attempted once more for a time for her to become his. She eeped loudly in surprise and quickly rolled over, using the grass to cover up her breasts and crotch. "So mean!" She blurted out, blushing hard and using her hands to cover her butt as best as she could. She was breathing deeply and was very embarrassed and aroused, though she would deny till the end the last part. He smirked when she used the ground to cover her, and when her hands covered her ass, he moved over near her, laid down beside her, and began to massage her ass gently but with firm grasps as he looked her in the eyes with a small smile. "Come on...You know you want to. Otherwise you'd have called off this little trip and have at least ended it for at least you." She growled softly and moaned softly once he started getting rougher with her butt. "Fine! I want you you damn noble!" She yelled out, getting up and getting on top of him, kissing him hard. She pressed herself against his chest and kept kissing, pinning him down. "Damn you...so much...." She said in between breaking the lip locks. She hated herself, being forced to admit her feelings. She kept her chest against his, covering her breasts and blocking his view from the rest of her body. He kissed her back when she seemed to pounce onto him, as if he knew she would have done this. He held her close and kissed her back just as hard and passionately, eyes closed as he heard her continue to complain even though she was admitting how much she wanted him. After several minutes of making out with her, he began to prod her asshole with one of his fingers, seeing as how he couldn't quite reach forward to start rubbing her pussy directly. She moaned out softly into his mouth, breaking the kiss and resting her head on his shoulder, letting him explore her. "Since we are doing this, might as go all out." She sat up and let him see her, blushing heavily and still covering her breasts with her arm and crotch with her palm. "You have to earn each place." She mewled out, feeling his finger prod deeper. She started rubbing herself forward and back on his waist. He smirked and nodded. "Of course I will...Thats the fun way to do things." He said as he leaned forward, pulling her body to press against his as he began to buck his hips, having his erect cock begin to rub against her asshole, but not enter it. He began to kiss up and down her neck as he continued to tease her, making sure to spread her cheeks as he rubbed so he could rub her hole directly. She mewled out softly, enjoying the treatment her butt was getting by his hands. She wondered, how many times did he do with with other women? This is how he got so good at manipulating, using other girls and teasing out each new way. She rubbed her body against his, matching in time his thrusts between her cheeks. She smiled and clenched her butt each time his rod went in between, giving it a playful squeeze. "You are a devil in bed...." She whispered out. "And you are a vixen that needs to be taught a lesson." He replied as he began to prod her asshole now, not entering, but prodding. Until he'd get her pussy uncovered, he'd have to work with her other sweet spot. He then resumed to kiss up and down her neck, suckling every now and then and biting on her skin lightly as he continued to tempt her. "Come on...Just moan out some and enjoy what I'm giving you...Uncover yourself more and I'll be able to play with you in so many new ways..." "So evil!" She glared at him but sighed, feeling her fire driven southwards, into her loins. She dropped her arm and let him see her breasts, biting her lower lip softly. "Be evil to me....teach me a lesson my prince." She moaned out, making him raging hard and lustful. She was enjoying this, making him horny, teasing, and corrupting him some with her body. He began to slap around her breasts just hard enough to make her feel aroused by the roughness he was giving her. He then went to start suckling on her nipples, teasing her, making sure her nipples were nice and aroused from his treatment as his cock continued to prod her pussy. "I'll be as evil as you want me to my magic queen." Gasping out loudly in pleasure, she held his head close to her breasts and moaned into his ear. Her nipples were now rock hard because of his treatment and aching from need. "Nathan...." She purred out, feeling his pulsing cock rubbing her. "Ride me sweety....ride me." She smiled with glazed eyes and lustful expression. She licked her lips and got off of him, laying down on her back with slightly crossed legs, still semi-self conscious. He smirked as he moved over to her when she asked him to ride her. Seeing her cross her legs slightly, he grabbed both of them and opened them before going over to her pussy to start licking it gently, teasing her before he pulled his head back and moved to have his cock hotdog her pussy. He began to rub, he teased her more, wanting her to want this more so that when he actually did it, it would feel explosive to her. Eventually he thrust hard into her, shoving his cock deep into her pussy. Grasping the grass by the fistful, she screamed loudly, feeling her hymen pop. Shuddering and whimpering in pain, she grasped the ground tighter. Blood flew out of her readily, staining the ground around her. "Ouchie...." She halfheartedly joked, showing a grimace. Eventually she calm down enough, and her pussy changed shape some, accommodating his cock. "Go easy....I am not some slutty maid you always fuck at night...." "Oh how I wish you could be." Prince Nathan stated as he leaned down and kissed her neck gently, one hand going to her breast to massage it and tease it while he began to grind his cock slowly, moving his hips in a circular motion to move his cock around inside her without him pumping it into her. He would go soft and gentle at first until she was ready for some more. Closing her eyes and reclining back some, she relaxed. She offered him her neck, loving the attention it was getting. She spread her legs a little further, giving him the room to make circles inside of her. She stretched further, allowing his movements. "I am getting loose for you....so evil...." She whispered out. "Heh...I've only just begun..." He whispered to her in reply to what she had said to him. He began to slowly thrust into her, his cock slowly sliding in and out of her, not even going in all the way. He was just teasing her while he was going easy on her. His mouth continued to surf across the flesh of her neck all the while. Moaning out loudly, she slowly loosened her grip on the ground, letting herself be rocked with the thrusts. "Just remember, don't be too rough on me." She wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, enjoying his work. "You act as if I'm nothing but a brute." He replied as he continued to thrust into her, feeling her wrap her arms around his neck as he continued to thrust. His mouth went to hers, his lips landing on hers and he began to kiss her passionately as he pleased this woman below him. She smirked against his lips and continued to kiss him eagerly, wrapping herself around him tighter. "Because you are." She bit his lip softly and pulled on it. She felt her juices start to flow freely, pouring down her thighs and onto the grass. She was close...."Don't cum in me. Pull out when you have to." She ordered him, hoping he would listen to her. Nathan smirked. He would play the brute then if he had to be called one by her. "And what happens if I decide to cum inside you? What if I want you to have my heir to the kingdom?" He said with a small snicker as he continued to thrust into her, not letting up but holding himself off to not cum either. She stopped and glared at him, her eyes starting to glow a soft red. "If you do, I swear you will not walk out of this forest alive." She stated flatly, then smiled again and relaxed on the grass, still letting her juice flow. Moaning softly, she started to buck against his waist, forcing his cock deeper into her. Seeing her eyes turn the sudden red, Nathan freaked and pulled out a little after she had done so. He back to back away from her, crawling backwards away from her. "The hell...!?" No ordinary mage could simply just turn so evil so suddenly. He bit his lip and reached to where his gun would usually be, but then again he was naked and cursed. Turning her once-again normal eyes on Nathan, she frowned and wondered what he was fumbling for. "What are you doing?" She frowned and sat up on her heels, cocking her head to the side. "Get away....From me...You monster...Beast...Demon!" He said as he eyed her, biting his lip as he did not know what to do. She was in a position to kill him with that feral version of her that she showed him. He pointed to her now as he threatened. "I said step back, demon! Get out of her body!" "What the hell are you talking about?" She was seriously confused and stood up, reaching over and grabbing her clothes. She sighed, "And here i thought my first time would actually make me orgasm...nope." She started to shrug into her clothes, pulling her panties and pants up first. "This probably won't happen again." Nathan bit his lip and stood up. "I...I...Think its time I head back to the castle...Um...Do whatever you want..." He began to back away from her, watching her closely, his fear still in rise. He was weaponless and knew no magic and she was practically a beast for a split second. He began to back away from her, toward his clothes so he could grab his weapon, put on the clothes, and get back to the castle...without her preferably. He had seen a side of her he had never seen before. Sighing loudly in disappointment, she finished dressing and went over to the water, bending down to drink. After slaking her thirst, she stood back up and wiped her hand across her mouth. She wondered what had happened to make his so...weird. Yes, she threatened him if he orgasmed inside her, but that couldn't be the full story. "Might as well ask him..." She walked back toward the cave and wondered how to ask appropriately... By the time she would have arrived at the cave, Nathan would have already been dressed and ready to go. His sword was in its sheathe, as well as his gun, and his things were packed and on his back. He had her things packed too, but thought of leaving before her, but at least stayed to tell her he would be going back, without her. When she arrived, he bit his lip and looked to her. "Yes...?" She stood in front of him and crossed her arms over her chest, "What happened? Or what did I do? I just threatened you...you know I would probably get hanged for actually going through with it....What did I do?" She pleaded, sounding sad and hurt as she honestly tried to find out what had happened. "Your eyes turned...Red...You were the very image of a demon far worse than one of the werewolves that used to hunt in these woods..." He said as he bit his lip and had his hand on the handle of his pistol. "What exactly are you...? And how long have you been hiding this from me...? Your entire employment under me...?!" She frowned and shook her head, " I have no idea what you are talking about. I haven't been hiding anything from you. Everyone is entitled to a few secrets....but I don't have any that match what you are saying." She sounded genuine in her explanation. "I'm sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean it." "How do you not know about what you just became..." He murmured as he looked to her with a weary look on his face. He scratched the back of his head and somewhat felt guilty. "Just shit...I felt...scared?" He murmured before sighing. He trusted her, she was his advisor for as long as he could remember, which wasn't really long given he didn't care for much. He sighed and walked over to her and hugged her, hesitantly at first, but still hugged her. "Sorry about that...love." "Its ok...." She hugged him back and rested her head on his shoulder. "You will need to work to get back into my good graces. Plus, it will be awhile till you see me naked again." She smiled and pulled away, going to pick up her gear. "So, where to now?" She asked, straightening her backpack and strapping her weapons on. "Not unless I order it." He said with a small chuckle as he looked to her. He still felt uneasy with her, but he could at least see when she was being...civil...despite how demonic she seemed to become earlier. "Lets head back to the castle....I don't think we need to dawdle out of the castle for another day anyway...So then...Lead on, pack mule." He joked, pointing to his bags. "Pffff, you wish. Besides, I kinda like it out here...can't we explore some more?" She smiled and licked her lips a little, "Maybe we could have more fun out here with all the privacy. The kingdom will survive without us for a couple more days.....Or we can just go back and end a brief adventure." She clearly disliked that idea. "Tch. Weren't you the one who said that I wouldn't see you naked for a good while anyway?" He said with a shrug. "I...guess we could stay out here longer. Since you're so eager...how about we go deeper into this forest, deeper than I've been in before? Heh...maybe you could be captured by Hobbes again." She frowned and shook her head, "I wasn't "captured", and I more then made up for it. Plus, there is other things that are fun, besides sex you perv." She smiled and started off deeper into the forest, resting a hand on her pistol. "And don't stare at my ass too long, ok?" "I can't promise that...and things that are fun besides sex? Foreplay? I don't mind my hands just feeling up on you until you cum." He said with a smirk as he began to trot along behind her. "Where is it that we should be going, however? I know we are to go deeper into the forest, but what exactly defines the deepest part we will go for the day?" She shrugged and walked next to Nathan, "As far as you want to go I guess, we have enough time for a couple more miles." She turned her head away and looked at the scenery, enjoying the weather. "If that is what you want." HE said with a shrug. "Though if you're captured again, I dunno if I'll be able to save you...I mean, those hobbes DID dress you up provacatively and I did enjoy it very much..." HE said with a smirk as he walked closer to her and put his hand on her ass and rubbed it while they walked. She growled at him bit it slowly disintegrated into a low purr, enjoying the butt rub. "Maybe they will take you this time, and dress you up like a slut." She bit back before all the fire was gone. "Maybe bandits will show up and drag me away, dress me up like a whore, and fuck me silly? I would think you would want to save me before that." She popped out her butt and smacked his hand away with the movement. "Heh." He chuckled at her actions. "Maybe. Though how would a man dress like a slut, I wonder? As for you...Well...if anyone shall fuck you silly, it should be me rather than some bandits. So I definitely will stop them before they get to the 'fuck you silly' part of that little process." He teased with a small laugh as he continued to walk on behind her. "True...I guess you would like it." She smiled and popped her hips a little as she walked, making sure to accent her butt as flattering as she could. They continued walking for several hours, eventually coming upon a small clearing. "Hey, looks like we found tonight's camping spot." She shrugged off her pack and sat down, looking up to Nathan. "Chop chop, do your manly duties and prepare a place for your woman." She laughed lightly and blushed softly. "As king, shouldn't my queen do such a thing for me when there are no servants around?" He joked. In the wilderness he did not consider himself the prince, as much as he joked about it. He walked over and began to unpack everything after cutting away some bushes and shrubes off of the spot to make a more clear spot for them. Eventually their tents were up and a spitfire was ready to be lit. "Now we just need something to hunt for the night..." "I guess I should do that since you set up the campsite.." She sighed and headed over to her tent, dropping off her gear in her tent and picking up a few more bullets. "I should be back in a little bit, heh." She pulled on a cloak and headed out into the forest. Nathan nodded. "Take your time, it is not too important." He called out to her and smiled as he continued to fix up the campsite for the two of them until it was completely finished. "Now I play the waiting game for her to come..." She came back twenty minutes later, carrying several rabbits over her shoulder. "Here you go." She tossed them to Nathan and sat down next to the fire, pulling off her cloak and scrubbing the blood from it. "There might still be a bullet or two in them...just so you know." She giggled softly and went back to her cleaning. "You didn't bother to fish out the bullets from the bodies?" He shook his head and began to poke his fingers around in the wounds of all the dead rabbits and pulled out three bullets, which he tossed away. "Well I hope that was all of them..." He stood up and grabbed a knife and began to skin the rabbits until skewering them and putting them over the spit fire. "Now we wait for a bit..." She nodded and stood up, "Well, call me out when your done, I'm heading into my tent." She collected her stuff and headed into her tent, closing the tent flap behind her. She yawned softly and started to set out her bed roll, tossing her cloak over it as a blanket. Stripping out of her clothing, she began to dig around in her bag, tossing stuff out looking for a robe to wear, forgetting what she packed as it flew around.... (Crap sorry I thought I replied to this.)Through the shadows in the tent, he could make out that she was stripping. He smirked, allowing the bunnies to cook as he slowly snuck into her tent to see her nude. He moved over and grabbed her from behind, cupping her breasts and pulling her into him. "Gotcha, my lovely demoness." He joked. She yelped out loudly in surprise and quickly swung around, hitting him in the head with a dildo. "Nathan! What the hell!" Her eyes had a very faint red glow due to the excitement. She quickly grabbed fist-fulls of clothes and used them to cover her naked body. "You could of knocked first!" She was blushing heavily, still clutching the sex toy as a weapon. He yelped in pain when he felt the dildo hit him in the head, causing him to fall back. He saw her eyes glow red again and chills went down his back. "How am I going to knock on a tent? There's nothing but flap!" He said with a murmur as he looked to her. "The hell are you doing with a toy like that? Didn't you think that I was going to do something to you this entire trip? Why'd you need a dildo?" He joked as he rubbed his head. 'There's that demon eyes again....' Her face was a glowing red, through from blushing and not from demonic taint. "I...I...uhhh....wasn't...planning on sex...with you." She mumbled back, the red leaving her eyes. "I didn't know how long we would be out here...so I thought...you know." She let go of the dildo and kept her clothing wrapped around herself. "You could of still called out, "Hey, I'm coming in," or something like that." "Meh...I'm here now...Might as well make use of it. You were planning on usin' that thing that was in your hand. Why not?" He said with a small grin as he moved over and picked up the toy. He smiled and reached over to her, slowly lifting the clothing that she was covering herself with and began to slowly move the dildo up and down her pussy's crevice without penetrating her. She started to grown softly, slowly spreading her legs as he continued rubbing against her. "Mmmm, Nathan....." She purred out, setting the clothing down and laying down. "Get over me real quick..." She whispered out, smiling sweetly. He did as she wanted and moved over to her, straddling her and kissing up and down her bare skin as he continued to tease her with the dildo. He began to slowly push it into her, silencing her by putting his lips on hers and moaned to her lips as he began to erect through his clothes, his erection pressing against her leg as he continued to thrust the dildo slowly into her body. She grabbed his shirt and pulled their mouths apart, "Thanks, now go check on our food, prince." She giggled and used her legs to kick him off and out through the tent flaps, landing on his butt outside. "I can finish by myself." She laughed and got into her sleeping bag naked, massaging her breasts and using the dildo. She made extra sure to make loud noises, and to make sure he heard the wet sex sounds the dildo made inside her to tease him. "Dammit..." He murmured as he heard everything that was going on. He didn't dare poke his head into the flap for fear he might lose it from the demoness within there. He sighed and moved to his food and put out the fire, letting the rabbits cool off and waited for her. He was still erect, annoyed that he couldn't get off cause she pushed him away when he was working on her. With a sharp scream, she climaxed, coating the inside of her bedroll with her juices. Panting heavily, she pulled out the dildo and laid it down on top of her clothes, before passing out from her exertions. She continued to breath heavily, but that was the only sound leaving the tent. "God damn...how hard did she cum?" He murmured as he waited for her to come out. He moved over and peeked inside the tent to see her passed out. "God dammit..." He murmured as he walked in and sat next to her, seeing her naked body with her pussy wet from her orgasm. "She does look hot though..." He murmured, not resisting to reach out and start pressing her nipple into her body with his finger. She moaned out softly before turning onto her side and curling up. She now faced him while curled up, revealing only her cleavage. Her mouth was still open a little with her breathing... He looked at her and smirked. He wouldn't go as far as to put his cock in her mouth, but he wondered what she'd do if he put his finger near her lips. Reaching over, he put his index finger's tip on her bottom lip and looked down to her to see what she would do. She smiled softly and scooted forward, sticking his finger into her mouth, softly sucking on it. She stretched out some, revealing more of her breasts as she continued to suck. He soon pulled his finger out of her mouth and moved to start poking her nipple like a button once more. "Heh...you have no idea how much fun this is..." He said as he continued to toy with her nipple before he began to pull on it, pulling her breast with it until they slipped from his fingers. He watched as her breast jiggled whenever her nipple slipped from his fingers. After several minutes of his playing, she slowly started to squirm. "Stop...mmmmm.....teasing me...." She mumbled out, reaching up to rub her eyes as she slowly started to come to. She wasn't yet fully awake, and her nipples were rock hard and aching. "Why?" He said teasingly as he leaned down and placed his lips on her nipple, sucking it gently, nipping it and tugging it like he was doing with his fingers but he was switching between nipples this time. He didn't care if she was waking or not, the pain would more than likely be worth what was happening. Yelping out loudly at the biting, she awoke fully and looked down at Nathan making love to her nipples. "Dear...*gasp* god Nathan...." She reached over and grabbed the dildo again, still covered in juices, and shoved it into his mouth when he went to switch nipples. "Out!" She yelled, eyes flaring, and kicked him away again. "Please hand me my food...and water..." She called out, sliding into some form of clothing. He spit out the dildo and wiped his mouth clean of her juices before feeling her kick him off again. He fell back and rubbed his head and grumbled as he held his head. "Dammit girl, you asked me to do it." He murmured as he crawled out of the tent. "The food's done. Come and get it yourself." He said as he laid down near the charred remains of the fire and near the food, closing his eyes as he tried to forget what just happened. He had the air knocked out of him and he just wanted to sleep. She crawled out wear a tiny skirt-like cloth wrapped around her waist and that fell to just below her crotch. She also wore a tight, cloth wrapping around her breasts, with the single holder over one shoulder. "I'm sorry for kicking you..." She said, sitting down next to him and feels bad. She reached over him, exposing her under breasts, and picked up her food, going back to sitting to eat it. She started to nibble it, enjoying the warm feeling in her belly. "You can join me in my tent for the night....if that will make it up to you..." "No no...Its fine...I think I deserved it..." He murmured as he looked to her. He didn't look at her breasts and he watched as she ate before he closed his eyes again. "Just...had the air knocked out of me...Tired...sleepy...Gonna get some rest..." He murmured as he curled up more and tried to fall asleep. "Just go and sleep whenever...Don't worry about me..." She frowned and sighed, finishing her food and picking him up. She grunted and started to pull him into the tent. "Gawh...so heavy..." She wheezed out, and finally succeeded into pulling him into her tent, before collapsing with him on top. "Close...enough....mmmmm...warm..." SHe mumbled before smiling and enjoying it. He was heavily asleep as she began to pull him into her tent. It would not be moments until after she pulled him on top of her that he would awaken to see her below him. "You..." He murmured gently as he looked to her with a small frown and rolled off of her. "Why'd you bring me in here...?" He murmured, still half asleep and half conscious as he looked to her. "Because I felt bad about abusing you...so this is me making it up." She got up and laid on top of him, pinning him under her. "Now shush...and enjoy..." She purred softly, and kissed him softly. She ran her fingers up and down his chest, rubbing against him. "No no...stop..." He murmured, slowly trying to have her stop but he was unable to do so. He simply laid there and stayed quiet when she continued to start kissing and rubbing against him. "Seriously...We don't have to do this just cause you feel guilty..." Nathan murmured to her as he looked her in the eyes. "Don't do this out of guilt..." "The letting you sleep with me in my tent was the guilty part. Now I'm just having fun." She smiled and unlaced his pants, sliding them off and taking off his shirt as well. "Come on, lets sleep in my bedroll." She said and got into her roll. She scooted over and made enough room for him. "We have a truce till morning...so if you can stay awake...you can do everything but sex to me." "If thats the case...." He smirked and crawled into the bed roll with her and began to kiss her. He pressed his lips hard and firmly against hers as he began to massage her breasts, going back to play with he nipple again as he did so. "Don't be afraid to do things to me either..." He said gently as he smirked and leaned down to start licking her nipple with the tip of his tongue to tease her. Moaning out softly, she sighed. "And here I thought you were about to pass out..." She groaned as he bit down softly and used her knee to rub his hard cock. "Mmmmmm, you love my girls....don't you?" She giggled and held his head against her breasts, and continued to use her knee to rub his cock, going faster and harder. "Of course I do...I'm a breast man after all." He said with a smile as he kissed her breast now and looked up to her, his chin in her cleavage and smiling to her as he reached down and stripped himself of his clothes so that the two of them were naked. He rolled so she was on top, his cock in the folds of her pussy but not penetrating her. "Come on baby...make me feel good." "I said no sex..." She said clearly, and moved so his cock wasn't near her entrance. She then smiled and reached down with her hands, fondling his cock and giving it jerks to stimulate it. "Enjoy it while it lasts...." shes giggled and leaned down, kissing his chest softly and running her tongue all over. "It wasn't sex if it didn't go inside you, right?" He said with a smirk as he felt her begin to fondle and jerk his cock. "I know I'll enjoy it..." He said as he felt her begin to kiss and lick his chest. He reached over and pulled her close so he could begin to massage her ass as he looked to her. "Nice butt you got here..." He said jokingly. She wagged it in response, lifting it into the air to provide a great view to him. She started to bite his chest all over, only softly and barely enough to piece the skin. Her jerking started to come harder and harder, while her free hand fondled his balls, squeezing and rolling them together. He didn't warn her as he began to shoot his seed onto her hand. He only laughed a bit. "I guess thats one point for you...But now its my turn to get a point..." He said as he began to use his knee to begin massaging her pussy. She groaned and started to jerk him off even harder, using both hands to do it. "Such a greedy bastard..." Her juices soon coated his leg and knee, and she leaned up to make out with him roughly. Her tongue slid into his mouth and started to french him eagerly. "I may be greedy but I always return to my fellow people..." he said gently as he continued to rub her pussy with his knee as he made out with her, his tongue slowly going into her mouth to french her lovingly as he held her close to him. Yelping suddenly, she arched her back, slapping her breasts into his face, and orgasmed. After her release, she collapsed on top of Nathan and started breathing hard, her sweat and juices mixing with his sweat. "Mmmmmm, damn...look like we can't do anything else..." She said sarcastically, " Night night.."She rolled off weakly, and tried to curl up. "Wait a sec...You said I had you all night until morning came. I'm not finished." He said as he loomed over her and straddled her, placing his cock between her breasts. "Come on now. I'm ready for some fun." HE said as he mashed her breasts together to squeeze his cock. "Don't make me do all the work now." She growled softly. "This better not last all night...." She sighed and held her breasts together, slowly working his cock between her pillows. She spit on his cock and and used that as lube to work even faster and even wagged her breasts, knocking his cock around. "Your fault for offering this to me baby." He said with a smirk as he sat there and enjoyed feeling her pleasure his cock with her boobs. "Come now. Do you think I'll be pleased with just this? More...come on...You offered. Don't worry, I said I'll return the favor for you my dear." Sighing heavily, she leaned her head down and starting sucking on his cock. She purred around it, using the vibration to stimulate it further. "You better pay me good..." She mumbled out around his cock, still using her breasts to jerk it. "Heh...I'll be sure to do something nice to you as well babe..." He said gently as he moaned out, feeling her lips on the head of his cock only making it much better. "You better be careful...I might just blow unexpectedly if you keep doing this so good." She kept up the pace, jerking him roughly and quickly, using her drool and his pre-cum to keep her breasts lubed up. After a few more minutes of sucking and vibrations, mixed with her jerking, he finally cam all over face face, breasts, and chest. She had a near solid white layer across her face and released his cock to white it away from her eyes. "Damn...." She muttered out, slyly using her fingers to white his delicious juice into her mouth., "This is what happens when you keep me teased for so long." He replied with a smirk as he watched her begin to start licking up the juices he had given her. He smirked and used this opportunity to go between her legs and start to suckle and lick her pussy and clit to give her the returning pleasure that he promised her before. She immediately yelped and started to buck in pleasure, never having felt this before. "Nathan!" She gasped out, continuing to buck repeatedly against his face, splashing his face with her juices that started to flow with his mouth. She wrapped her fingers in his hair, using it as a handle to keep bucking, inadvertently starting to pull hair out as she went harder. He cried in pain as he felt her fingers begin to pull on his hair. He stuck his tongue into her pussy and groaned in pain, letting his tongue vibrate as she pulled out some of his hair as she continued. 'Shit...I might go bald cause of her...!' He thought in ihs head as he felt everything she was doing with her hand. After not much longer, she orgasmed again, splattering his face with cum and forcing a good chunk down his throat. She shuddered hard before quickly releasing her hold on Nathan, collapsing in utter exhaustion and uselessness. She shuddered every so often, still mostly covered by thick spunk, her's and Nathan's. He smirked as he looked to her and shoved two fingers into her sensitive pussy. "Come now...I'm not finished playing with your body." He said as he began to twist his fingers inside of her as they were as deep as he could go. "How good does it feel? Moan for me baby." She remained quiet, shuddering and not acknowledging Nathan anymore. She was completed wasted on sex, and quickly fell into unconsciousness, slowly drying up as her pussy lost its stimulation. When she fell unconscious, he frowned. "You're no fun...You said as long as I want until morning." He murmured as he sighed and moved to lay next to her. He smiled, his face going soft now as he looked at her sleeping face and leaned over to place a gentle kiss on her lips. "Good night..." Nathan said with a smile before closing his eyes and falling asleep right next to her. She awoke late next morning, feeling stiff and dried. Yawning heavily, she stood up, the dried cum cracking as her body moved. "Ew....what the hell..." Her head felt light and she felt like she needed a good long bath. "Last time I ever agree to do that again.." She looked around and saw that Nathan was gone. "Good, I can go get a bath...if I can find a river..." She shrugged on her night clothes and picked up her sword and a blanket to use as a towel. Crawling out, she said to Nathan, "I'm getting a bath...I will see you in awhile. Please don't follow me and try to fuck, I am too tired." Then headed out, wandering around listening for water. "Yeah yeah alright. I think I've got enough out of you last night." He murmured as he watched her go off. He smiled as he sat back. "I never expected her to offer me something like that. She fell before I was even finished but...Meh...I wouldn't have fucked an unconscious girl." He said with a small laugh as he saw her disappear as she went to bathe. He sat back at the camp and began to pack up as he waited for her. After awhile of stumbling around, she finally came across a little clearing with a pool of water in it. "Oooh, nice..." She smiled and immediately started taking off her clothes, tossing them onto the grass. She slowly slipped in, shuddering at the sudden cold. "Fuck! That's cold..." She squeaked out, and decided to scrub quickly. Soon enough Nathan had everything packed and was bored that it was taking so long for her to get back from bathing. "Shit...I might as well go join her if she's going to take so long." He murmured as he stood up and wiped some dust off of his clothes before walking out toward the stream she was bathing in. "Hey. You don't mind if I bathe too do you?" She jumped out of the water and wrapped her towel around her chest, covering up her naked form. "You can have it." She said, heading back to her tent to change. She slipped on her travelling clothes and rolled up her gear, smiling and shrugging it on. He smiled and walked by her as he took the bath. He slipped inside and began to relax in the cold water as the hot sun hit his body. He closed his eyes and relaxed against the water bank and stayed silent as the cool breeze went through his hair. After getting ready to travel, she leaned back against her pack and enjoyed the day, still feeling drained from last night. How much did he knock out of me in that one night, she wondered. She sighed and shrugged, it didn't matter, she had enjoyed it, they had made up, that's what mattered. She slowly started to drift off, not noticing the shadows that moved around at the edge of her vision. (Wait did you have something specific planned for her or would you like me to RP the shadows? I'm fine either way. :] ) (Uhhh, I was planning on something, yea, so just play your character still in the bath.) (Still in the bath or would you prefer him getting out and coming back?)

A Fable of Heroes ( Luna x Jugger)

Doom Ic

Year 2876Greg Sanders was stretched out in his bunk, it had been a furious week, the week-end usually was the time they had to relax and try to recuperate some of the heavy tolls that they asked of their bodies during the week. You would think that as technical support he would not have to go through the same rigorous work that the other had to endure, but each part of the team had to stay in the same peak and also had to do the same amount of work and same level of shooting ability that the rest of the team had. He had his eyes closed, not asleep, not awake, just...dozing.He had been recruited into the United Space Marines Tactical Assault Squad (USMTAS) two months ago, learned that once you come to the USMTAS you're demoted from any rank you had to Grunt, you have to work your way to Private, Corporal, Sergeant and Staff-Sergeant. There was no higher ranks as no USMTAS ever lasted longer than twelve years. Lieutenant Franklin Devans and Captain Steve Jones was only in those ranks as they were promoted into them. Oh and just as an afterthought Private, the only way you're getting promoted is Battlefield Promotion. Greg smirked at the thought. Not that it mattered, at least he was not a Grunt anymore."Team Foxtrot, Team Foxtrot report for duty. This is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill."The voice did not even finish when Greg was on his feet, by the time it had finished, his boots was on his feet. Seconds later he was pounding down the hallway, his team mates close on his heels. The voice over the PA system had been that of Staff-Sargeant Duke Lewins, he was tough as nails, a bit of a loose cannon, but always got his job done. They entered the indoor parade ground for team Foxtrot, codename Wolves. Staff Lewins was waiting already, hand behind his back, even at ease his bulk seemed ready to beat anything into submission.Greg came to a halt and snapped to attention, next to him three more of their squad came to a halt and behind him the other four. Greg knew that Lewins had been keeping count of how many seconds had passed and that the dress would tell him how quickly they had assembled."Rollins, Solomon, Denvers! You are naked!"Naked meant without weapon, even if you carried a stick you would not be seen as naked, yet the three of them had showed up without weapons of any kind. Greg suppressed a sigh, that meant more drilling for them today, when they were supposed to rest. But then again showing up naked, three out of eight made them tactically much weaker than they should have been."We'll discuss this little incident later. Right now we have a mission."Everybody broke their stiff stance to glance at each other, when the Wolves gets called in, it's not for the feint of heart and usually even fewer people survived in the Wolves due to the nature of their missions. This would be Greg's first mission and he could feel the rest wonder if he was ready for this."In twenty minutes we will head for Lunar Seven, from there we will jump to Sattari Z-776. There is an outpost which have reported a significant discovery in Biologicals found on the planet. We are to go there, find out why we have lost contact and get back in time for dinner...MOVE OUT!"That was the briefing, that was all they needed to know. The dispersion was quick as every single one of them knew where to go, get suited up and grab your gear. It took all of ten minutes for the Wolves to assemble on the flight deck, of course Staff Lewins was already there, the first to arrive was Greg and the last was Sargeant Laura Brannings."Alright ladies, this one is quick clean and by the book, I don't need to babysit any of you. We go in, we get the intel and we get out. We are not there to clean up any mess, we are there for data only."The transport ship came in to land, the ramp extended,"Saddle up!"Greg moved with the group, he got into his designated seat, secured his rifle in it's mount and buckled himself him. All around him the others did the same, it took a few seconds to get everybody in, the ramp closed up behind them as Staff Lewins took his seat close to the cockpit. A lurch and the ship started to rise, a faint popping sound was heard as it accelerated through the sound barrier and then the humming of the gravity generator kicked in as they left the atmosphere. A good natured chattering filled the cabin, the only people not talking was Greg and Staff Lewins. Lewins was busy going through a report, Greg was the youngest and newest to the group, he had nothing to say.Hyperdrive kicked in and when it disengaged, the moon was in full view on Greg's side of the windows. It drew in close fast, they headed for an elevated area, Greg could clearly see the base They circled it and came to a hovering stop half a kilometer from the dimensional gate. The craft lowered down into a hanger and Greg shifted slightly in his seat. A soft bump and they were down. Green light. Greg pulled his weapon from the mount, the LED display powered up."Welcome Spartan."All down the middle positioned seats the weapons powered up."Welcome Snake.""Welcome Rock.""Welcome Cowboy.""Welcome Sting.""Welcome Kid.""Welcome Hermes.""Welcome Rose."A soft curse and the sergeant started to hammer at the display, the voice squealed in protest."Welcome Dante."Staff rose and grabbed his own rifle,"Welcome Duke."The ramp opened and the squad moved out, as Greg was the last one in the row, he was the first one out. He looked around at the technicians, then the double doors opened, four people came towards them. Three men and one woman, and from the looks of her, he did not really think that she would be up here on a moon base, rather down on Earth, wearing designer clothing for a living, but he kept his thoughts to himself, as those usually were the things that got him into trouble in the first place. can i join? Sandra Evert(OOC: Wolfgirl, I'd say you'd have to look at the DOOM OOC first.)It had been quite a rush, but here she was. On moon base X7. This morning she was still looking out on the city scape of New York, now, barely six hours later she was on the moon."Doctor Evert, I am glad that you have agreed to come, I am quite sure that your expertise would be most useful."Those where the words which actually welcomed her onto the flight. She was lured onto the craft with a document. A dossier so to speak of biological findings, findings that would not only make her work easier, but also save the lives of countless of people. She was hoping to get more material or more information, but the only thing she was told that she had to go with a group which have been assembled to go to the outpost on a distant planet.And here she stood in a hanger, looking at a group of men who looked like they were going to go to that station and kill anything on sight. She caught one of the soldiers staring at her, then quickly look away. She wondered if there was anything wrong, she almost touched her hair, but realized that soldiers usually had this kind of reaction around women. She smiled to herself and listened to the three doctors making their statements. The following words caught her off guard and she gaped,"Staff Lewins, Doctor Evert will accompany you on this mission. She has to extract vital data for us, which only somebody with her vast biological knowledge can find and extract."What? They didn't say anything about that on the way here! Greg could see the woman's expression, she did not know about this as well."Absolutely not."Staff's voice was firm,"We're not taking a non-combatant into a place we know nothing about."Professor Goldstein stepped forward,"Well you are taking her with you Lewins, she goes or your team gets kicked out of the USMTAC. We are the guys paying your wages and making sure you have the best weapons available for your missions. Who else did you think would be in charge? The USP of course."Greg frowned, the United Space Program?"We brought the USMTAC into being, because we encountered situations out in space which was best left to men with guns. So Lewins, you will take Doctor Evans with you."Staff looked ready to explode, but he got control of himself and with a grumble turned from the group to face the Wolves,"Seems we have no choice."Greg stepped forward,"Sir I'll take guard duty, I am the newest in the group, I doubt it would bother me that much."Lewins nodded at him, looked at the group and they all seemed a bit relieved, he turned back to Goldstein."Alright, we'll take her along." She had gotten swept up in all of this way too fast,"Wait...don't I have a say in this?"Goldstein glanced at her,"No. You're under contract with USP. We did not bring all the way here to look pretty."She sighed,"At least I have done some basic training, so I'm sure I can fire a weapon if the need arose." "Oh yeah, give her a gun and she will fix you up after shooting you.""Psh, wannabe soldier."Greg looked over at the others,"Shut up. At least she is offering some help."Of course her being under his protection for the trip only started when they started the trip, but he just thought the comments were out of line and rude towards her. She didn't want this any more than they do, he faced the doctor."Don't worry doc, we have enough weapons, if you have to fire a gun it means we're in deep shit."His words brought snickers from the others, only Staff's glare made them sober up."Departure time in ten minutes, shake a leg ladies, I was busy with a melted cheese sandwich, I want to be back before it gets cold." Ten minutes? That wasn't much time! She hurried away to get her field gear ready. She was in way over her head and the soldier who offered to guard her said that he was new to this. All-in-all it looked like the USP wanted her out of the way! But she could also be running ahead of herself, perhaps communication had been lost due to meteor showers, solar flares or a break down of the subspace broadcaster.She slipped out of her heels and slacks, slipping into her favored cargo pants and boots. She slipped out of the jacket, blouse and bra and slipped into a sportsbra, t-shirt and checked shirt. Pulling her hair into a ponytail and grabbing her field set, she was ready to go. Even that took most of the ten minutes and as she made it to the jump ship, she was three minutes late. The rest of the soldiers was inside and the young soldier was waiting for her outside. He motioned her up the ramp and followed her. Greg SandersAfter downloading tactical maps and data of the facility, Greg secured his PDA and headed for the ship. He waited for the team to board and then waited for the doc. She showed up three minutes late, looking ready for field work. He showed her to a jumpseat and sat down next to her, weapon faced downwards, "No need to strap yourself in. We'll make a short jump to the SST facility, from there we travel to Sattari Z-776."He leaned back into the hard seat and looked forward, strangely aware of her shampoo, his sister used that shampoo. Not anymore and at times he missed her. Other times he wished that he could get his hands on that fucker. Her fiancee, the reason she wasn't there anymore. He relaxed his grip on his rifle, now wasn't the time, now it was mission time and clear head. She had noticed that Greg looked tense, she wasn't sure if it was her fault or not and before she could question him, the craft lifted up. It was not the luxury transports that she was used to and it took her long moments to come to terms with the swift yet noisy movement. By the time she managed to adjust herself to the new experience and her stomach stopped roiling, they were slowing down again. Was it over that quickly? Looking out of the farthest port hole she could see them descending towards the SST - Sub-Space Transport facility, she almost couldn't believe how quickly they have traveled. She looked at Greg and once more saw that strange look in his eyes, like he was angry, but he wasn't angry with anybody in the transport. Greg SandersThe transport touched down, the ramp lowered and he got to his feet, motioning Dr Evert to follow his lead. As the ramp touched ground, he walked down, rifle in an easy, yet ready position. The airlock was clear, the entrance stood open and technicians stood ready to escort them into the building. Moments later that was exactly what happened. The inside of the building was Spartan, since it was still mainly a scientific institution, the only seats available was what the staff used in their work. They lived on-site, so the more creature comforts was situated outside of the installation. White tiled floors, monitors and different bells and whistles covered the walls and work stations.Greg followed Sarge's lead and by default that meant that Dr Evert walked along with him. They entered a huge room, the floor seemed to be made out of some sort of glass, the walls and ceiling of a strange reflective surface. A voice sounded over an intercom, "Welcome to SST, prepare to transport in three...two...one..."Suddenly the floor lit up with a purple light. This was a first for Greg, he had never used the SST, yet he kept himself composed, he did look around as the glare increased, becoming stronger and stronger, a white noise started to build up along with the light and the moment the light became almost too sharp to handle, the noise reached a peak and held for a few seconds before everything went black. When Greg's vision returned, he found that they were in the SST room no more. He looked around in wonder, they were in a white room, two blue stripes ran horizontal along the walls, the ceiling fixtures was flickering rapidly every twenty seconds, but burned steadily in between. The rest of the room was empty."Mount up."They all readied their weapons, Greg looked over at the Doctor and nodded her to walk in front of him as he brought up the rear. SandraShe felt slightly cowed as the hard-faced, hard-eyed Marines went into their battle-mode and moved out of the transport. She met Greg's eyes and saw that the earlier anger had left them and that he was now as she saw him the first time.They entered the structure and after a few moments were transported through the cosmos to a distant planet. As she was still busy orientating herself, she found that Greg was looking at her. At first she wanted to feel self-conscious, but instead realized that he was motioning for her to follow the retreating backs of the other Marines.She fell into line, very conscious that Greg was behind her. Was he checking her out while he was back there? She could feel a slight blush creeping over her neck as she thought about the possibility and then her mind started to move on to more important things, like how silent the base was. Greg SandersThey met nobody, not even bots on their silent trek. The only movement coming from the lights as they flickered every now and then as they moved along. The Security cubicle was empty, as was the waiting room, the door to the transport room was locked though. The shuttle which should take them further into the structure, could be seen through the small port on the door."Sanders you're up."He moved forward, slinging his weapon over one shoulder to free up his hands. He typed in all the access and override codes that had been given to him, but with no success."Now THAT is weird."Without pausing, he slipped an electric screwdriver from his pants' pocket and started to work on the panel. It popped free a few seconds later, he caught it and then used the small LED mounted on the tip to light up the panel's insides. Reaching in, he activated the manual override and the doors started to hiss open. The squad readied weapons as the doors slid open. She could feel her insides clench as the doors slide open and the Marines tensed up. The shuttle bay was dark, only minimal lighting from the emergency lights gave a measure of visibility. She followed when the group moved forward, suddenly the lights flared to life, causing her to gasp in surprise.Two of the guys chuckled at her, she glanced over her shoulder to see Greg sling his pack back onto his back and give her a slight smile as he readied his rifle. Laura BranningsSargeant Laura Brannings was the only female soldier in “Team Foxtrot” of United Space Marines Tactical Assault Squad (USMTAS). To say she had “issues” was like calling USMTAS members glorified meter maids. She was toxic to herself and everyone around her. Headquarters had hoped she would have been killed by now, but somehow she continued to survive every dangerous mission she went on. Headquarters finally ran out of options and assigned her to Staff-Sergeant Duke Lewins Team Foxtrot code named “wolves”. They had secretly hoped that Duke might knock her off in a space “accident”. But that did not happen. In fact, Duke began to respect her abilities and discipline. She was very, very strict about following commands. She had a brilliant mind for tactics. He looked past her “I’m not here to be your friend, asshole” attitude and her total and very sick love of big guns and killing.Laura was outfitted in the latest combat armor, with 360 motion detection. She carried anti-area detection sensors, mines, clearing explosives, combat knife, two laser pulse hand guns (modified for increased power), and the most powerful weapon the squad possessed a 105 pulsed laser canon. It was a weapon normally carried on an assault vehicle, but she had turned it into a hand held weapon.She move over next Dr. Sandra Evert and activated her commslink for a one to one conversation. “Don’t fucking jump and gasp at everything or I’ll blow your god damn head off… understand!!” Her voice was full of anger.Sandra nodded her head, her body shaking in fear.“Those boys are nervous so they are having some fun with you. Don’t let them get to you.” Laura added, with a small amount of compassion, very small.Sandra nodded again and keyed her comm system for one to one. “Thanks” she said back to Laura try to build some kind of affinity with the woman.“Don’t fucking thank me. I FUCKING HATE that” Laura said back in anger. Then the redhead carrying the huge laser canon keyed her comm system so the whole squad could hear her.“Duke, where are all the fucking people? And why didn’t the override access code work? Something is fucked up here. REALLY FUCKED UP. Recommend, we examine the security logs in the security cubicle back there and report into HQ.” She suggestedSandra EvertSandra had no idea what was wrong with the female soldier but clearly she was completely psycho! She was going to stay as far away from her as possible. She moved closer to Greg her assigned protector.Sandra did, however, agree with the gun totting female lunatic that some sampling for biologicals might be useful. There was something weird happening and every part of her body was screaming danger. Staff-sergeant Lewins was standing in front of the shuttle, since something was clearly wrong, he had not ordered the squad to move forward yet. Something was nagging at his brain, he was just not certain what it was yet."I concur Brannings. Sanders."Greg nodded, "Aye sir. Come along doc."Greg trotted back to the security cubicle, the inside were empty and he sat down on the chair, drawing a palmtop with cables from his little bag of tricks, he sorted the proper cords and plugged the palm top in. The holographic display came to life and he hacked into the console. He frowned as he looked at the display, then keyed his comm."Sir, the server is either offline or all external access have been severed. I can only read this specific console and it states that a state of emergency were declared one hour before the distress signal had been sent. The security camera only show the guard leaving his post, armed with a shotgun."There were a few moments of silence, then Lewins replied, "Rodger that, get back here, we have to go further and you need to tell me if this shuttle is operational.""Rodger that sir, give me five."He logged out and unplugged his gear, after securing his palmtop, he stepped outside, weapon at the ready. "This is just wrong on so many levels doc."He gave her an encouraging grin and together they moved back to the shuttle bay. Greg taking point to unlock the sealed door and boarding the shuttle. In the cockpit he quickly ran diagnostics and started the boot-up sequence which brought the shuttle online."Well sir, she should take us to the installation, oxygen tanks are full, fusion reactor at optimum and gravitational field running smoothly.""Good, mount up, daylight's awasting." Sandra Evert"This is just wrong on so many levels, doc." Greg, her protector, had said. It was a comment that did not inspire confidence. Sandra confidence was dropping fast; she was having trouble standing as her knees felt so weak. But Greg smile helped her and she managed to follow him to the shuttle where he took the pilot position and turned on the vehicle. She sat right behind him. When the engines were running and the lights came on, she started to feel better. Human’s had built amazing tools and it gave her a sense that whatever trouble was out there, humanity had a tool to deal with it.The shuttle was a glorified subway system, which made traveling through the vast facility fast and efficient. The shuttle was piloted, but stayed within a large metal tub network. The seats in the transport shuttle ran along the sides of the shuttle. Like what was common on some subway systems. A person sitting on the right hand side of the shuttle would be facing the person seated on the left hand side. This was except for the pilot position, which faced forward. The two soldiers, who had played the light trick on her earlier, were seated across from Sandra and were now looking at her. Rollins and Solomon were their names. Both of them looked at her with lusty eyes. Rollins nudged Solomon and then formed a hole with his thumb and fore finger, with his other hand; he stuck out his fore finger alone and shoved it into the hole he created. He thrust into the hole several times. Clearly, his sign language was telling Solomon and Sandra, since she was looking right at him, he wanted to fuck her.Solomon nudged him back and made the same hole with his one hand, but formed a fist with his other hand. He shoved the fist into the hole. He had to stretch and open the hole to make his fist fit. Then he pointed to his crotch and to Sandra. A huge smile on his face.Sandra had felt the testosterone in this group when she had first met them. But this was over the top. She was a Doctor with a PHD; she was not a fuck toy. She was about to say something, when Sergeant Brannings voice broke the silence.Sergeant Laura BranningsLaura Brannings had taken the last right hand seat in the back of the shuttle. She sprang from her seat and yelled “THERE IS SOMETHING OUT THERE.”Before anyone could stop her, she smashed the back window of the shuttle out with the barrel of the weapon. She flicked on a powerful light on the top of the laser cannon and peeked into the darkness as the shuttle sped deeper into the structure.“FUCK LAURA” Rollins gasped from the front of the shuttle, many of the marine now armed. When Laura did not fire any shots, Rollins had to make a comment “UPS is going to be pissed you broke that window. They are going to take it out of your pay!”“FUCK the United Space Program... I saw something and it was NOT HUMAN!” She said. The shuttle was silent. No one wanted to say she was seeing things. Laura looked over to Duke. “Sorry Staff-Sergeant, but I saw something” She reported with confidence.Duke was frowning at Laura. “Sergeant, I trust your instincts, you are almost always right. Just don’t let this place get to you.” He said firmly Greg SandersBranning's shout and the sound of shattering glass made him look over his shoulder. At her statement he just shook his head, "Exterior sensors shows no biologicals, so perhaps you saw a rogue drone sarge."A few moments later they came to a halt inside the main complex. As they moved out, the fact that there wasn't any sign of people around was quite disconcerting, the maintenance bots still moved about, seemingly locked into a loop which had them clean the floors. Greg stared at them for a few moments."What is it Sanders?"Greg looked at Staff Lewins, "Sir, those drones should not be out here if there is nothing to clean. Look at them. They are cleaning the floor, but this area is spotless."He moved closer to one of the knee-high machines and pressed the "HOLD" button under it's visor. The machine came to a halt. Greg studied the machine and something caught his attention, he studied the bristles of the small broom and got to his feet. A few moments later the machine started working again. He studied two of the other machines and then turned to face the group."Blood. They have been cleaning up blood." Sandra Evert“Blood? Let me get a sample” Sandra said as she slipped her bag off her shoulder and made it over to one of the bots. She shut down the machine and took a sample. Placing it into a vile and back into her bag. Greg gave her a funny look as she stood back up.“No telling who or what thing the blood came from.” Sandra explained to Greg.“Whatever it came from… there was a lot of it!” Sergeant Laura Brannings added as she looked at the large area the bots had been cleaning.Staff-Sergeant Duke looked at the three main corridors heading off in three different directions into the very large facility. “Ok, I want teams of two, in combat formation exploring each passageway. By the book, gentlemen and ladies! All other members stay here as a combat reserve. Let make this area our combat/search command post.” He ordered. “Wolf team 1 … north corridor, wolf team 2 east corridors, and wolf team 3 south corridor”Disciplined USMTAS members broke into small units without a word. Sergeant Laura Brannings was in team 3 and headed south with PFC Harris. PFC Harris was a big burly space marine. He was a combat soldier. He checked his pistol, his frag grenades and his combat knife.He took a deep breath. He was a space marine. He wasn't afraid of anything. But working with Sergeant Laura Brannings was always trying.“Serge, I’m ready to go” He reported to her.“THAT’S NOT A PROPER REPORT” She yelled. “FUCKING DO IT RIGHT NEXT TIME” She yelled.“Team 3 moving out” She reported to Duke. PFC Harris and she moved out in a leap frog pattern. Someone always had a weapon up and ready to fire and was watching as the other member of the team moved and/or examined something.It did not take long before; Laura stopped and examined the floor, in front of a sliding door.“Scratch marks” she said over her commlink. She pressed a button and the door opened. “Fuck!” Laura said as there was blood in this room and even a few body parts like an arm or leg throw about. She also saw an unused shotgun and rocket launcher on the floor. She picked them up and slung the shotgun over her left shoulder and the rocket launcher over her right shoulder.“Looks like some kind of clawed animal, did this” She concluded. She activated her comlink to Duke and reported “Found more blood… might need Doc to take a sample” She reported. Duke confirmed the report. "Sanders. Take the doc and regroup with Brannings. She has something the doc might want to bag."Greg nodded, "Yes sir."Keeping his weapon in a ready position, he headed down the South corridor, making sure that the doctor was right behind him. At the open door, he knelt down and examined the claw marks."What the fuck? No way can this be any animal."He used his hand to measure the distance of the gouges and the depth of the marks."Sergeant, whatever did this..."He looked up to see the carnage in the room, trailing off slightly and then cleared his throat."Yeah, it should be able to do that amount of damage if it can place furrows into duracrete like these right here."He straightened up and used his flashlight to illuminate the corners of the room, the lights flickering sporadically."I don't like this Sarge, whatever is going on here, limbs and blood scattered everywhere? I don't like this at all." Sergeant Laura BranningsSergeant Laura Brannings looked over to Sanders. She respected him. He knew his stuff, performed well under pressure, applied the correct tactics and thought well on his feet. In short, he was an excellent marine. Some of the others on the squad were more talk, and acted tough, but in actual combat were pretty worthless. Rollins and Solomon were in that category. Nevertheless, if there was one thing Sanders was lacking, he was not ruthless enough. Volunteering to escort Dr. Evert was just one example. Laura felt it was her job as the Sergeant to instruct Sanders and Harris on the correct attitude to have in this situation."I don't like this Sarge, whatever is going on here, limbs and blood scattered everywhere? I don't like this at all." Sanders had said“Sanders, Harris, let me tell you two something. I don’t like this fucking situation either! Whatever did this to these people was a brutal, savage monster. But we… will be WORSE. We are going to rip and tear to shreds this monster. UNDERSTAND. I want you two to get ready to FUCK this savage creature up its asshole until its fucking head explodes. GOT IT!!” Laura yelled to Sanders and Harris.Both marines gave her affirmative head shakes.Sandra EvertShe almost puked as she looked into the room with the body parts and blood everywhere. “Gruesome” was the only word that fit the situation. As she collected samples, she heard the motivational speech the female Sergeant gave. She started to understand this had become a very dangerous mission. Their lives were on the line.She finished collecting blood samples and pressed her analyzer button. The small screen displayed the results. “Sarge, Greg, the blood is human. However, there is a small trace of an unknown chemical sequence in it. I would not call it DNA, like in our genes, but something similar to that. We might be dealing with some other kind of life form” Sandra explained.Sergeant Laura BranningsLaura keyed her commlink.“Duke, the Doc reports there might be an alien life form down here. We found claw marks and room full of body parts and blood.” Sergeant Laura Brannings reported.Wolf Team 2 East CorridorPFC Rollins and PFC Solomon made up Wolf Team 2. But instead of following the correct leap frog pattern both of them were wandering down the east corridor like it was a Sunday afternoon stroll.“I think Dr. Evert has been working with computers and zeno-bugs so long she forgot what cock feeling like.” Rollins commented.“You know it!” Solomon answered, urging his buddy on.“I think we should tie up Dr. Evert, spread eagle and naked. Then have the squad take turns with her. It would do her a lot of good!” Rollins suggested.“Sergeant Brannings, Sanders, Harris, and Duke would never go for that” Solomon pointed out.“Bullshit, if we tell Sergeant Brannings she could fuck the Doc with her laser cannon, she’d go for it. She probably squeeze the trigger when she orgasmed and would blow the Doc's head off” Rollins added laughing.“Rollins, you are one, sick fuck. That is why I like you.” Solomon said back.The two stopped talking as they came across a section of the corridor which had been torn open like an aluminum can. The lighting in this section of the facility was out. The two looked around with their helmet mounted lights. Then they heard a crunching sound behind them and both of them spun around to see what it was. They saw nothing behind them. milkmaiden38 said: Sergeant Laura Brannings “Sanders, Harris, let me tell you two something. I don’t like this fucking situation either! Whatever did this to these people was a brutal, savage monster. But we… will be WORSE. We are going to rip and tear to shreds this monster. UNDERSTAND. I want you two to get ready to FUCK this savage creature up its asshole until its fucking head explodes. GOT IT!!” Laura yelled to Sanders and Harris. Both marines gave her affirmative head shakes. Click to expand... Sanders knew that voicing his opinion would get them one of the signature Brannings pep talks, even if it was just to make you laugh instead of take it seriously. The problem with Brannings, in Greg's eyes were that she always had this tough veneer going and wanted nobody to see that under all that armor and snarky talk, she were just a normal person. But since she did her job a bit too well, he never called her on that bluff. milkmaiden38 said: Sandra Evert She finished collecting blood samples and pressed her analyzer button. The small screen displayed the results. “Sarge, Greg, the blood is human. However, there is a small trace of an unknown chemical sequence in it. I would not call it DNA, like in our genes, but something similar to that. We might be dealing with some other kind of life form” Sandra explained. Click to expand... "Other kind of life form?"Greg made his way over to the doctor and looked over her shoulder at the analyzer screen."That is weird, I have seen those chemicals somewhere before."He slipped his weapon to his shoulder and retrieved his palm top, he quickly connected to Sandra's Analyzer and transferred the data, at the same time setting up a search pattern, the data came up a few moments later."Biological experiments with ancient lifeforms found on Earth. They all had this mucus-like film on the body and their blood acted like an organic acid. The excessive resin secretions, are produced by chemical processes involving strong acids and organic compounds."Greg tapped on the screen and with a frustrated sigh, closed the device and tucked it into his pack, swinging the rifle back into position. "That is all data that is available, the rest is top secret and you need the right access codes to get it."He shook his head, "But the question remains, if this is the same creatures, how the hell did they get here?" milkmaiden38 said: Sergeant Laura Brannings Laura keyed her commlink. “Duke, the Doc reports there might be an alien life form down here. We found claw marks and room full of body parts and blood.” Sergeant Laura Brannings reported. Click to expand... "Roger that, remain in that position, we will reassemble at your position. Wolves, get those positioning gear fired up and head pull back. We have hostiles, I repeat we have hostiles." milkmaiden38 said: Wolf Team 2 East Corridor PFC Rollins and PFC Solomon made up Wolf Team 2. But instead of following the correct leap frog pattern both of them were wandering down the east corridor like it was a Sunday afternoon stroll. “I think Dr. Evert has been working with computers and zeno-bugs so long she forgot what cock feeling like.” Rollins commented. “You know it!” Solomon answered, urging his buddy on. “I think we should tie up Dr. Evert, spread eagle and naked. Then have the squad take turns with her. It would do her a lot of good!” Rollins suggested. “Sergeant Brannings, Sanders, Harris, and Duke would never go for that” Solomon pointed out. “Bullshit, if we tell Sergeant Brannings she could fuck the Doc with her laser cannon, she’d go for it. She probably squeeze the trigger when she orgasmed and would blow the Doc's head off” Rollins added laughing. “Rollins, you are one, sick fuck. That is why I like you.” Solomon said back. The two stopped talking as they came across a section of the corridor which had been torn open like an aluminum can. The lighting in this section of the facility was out. The two looked around with their helmet mounted lights. Then they heard a crunching sound behind them and both of them spun around to see what it was. They saw nothing behind them. Click to expand... Rollins and Solomon were just about to answer the command from Duke when Rollins gave a startled gasp. Solomon looked at him and froze in his tracks when he saw the tip of a spear-like head protruding from Rollins' chest. Rollins had a shocked look on his dead face. The last act Solomon did was to look up and scream as a creature of teeth and claws descended on him from the ceiling. Sergeant Laura Brannings TeamSergeant Laura Brannings looked over to Sanders. “Wow, you are out Doc’ing the Doc.” She said. “So we a t-rex down here with us?” She asked Dr. Evert.“I’m not sure we can say that yet. But Greg is right, now that I look at it. These trace elements are very similar to ancient lifeforms. My expertise is in zeno-life forms or non-earth life forms. But I studied all forms when I worked on my master’s thesis. I wonder why United Space Program wanted me along on this trip?” Sandra asked more to herself.“Bait” Sergeant Laura Brannings suggested.“What! I don’t think so. I’m one of the leading scientists in the Zeno field” Sandra protested, and then she realized the Sergeant was joking. “Ok, very funny. Let me answer Greg’s question. Forming these tracer elements takes millions of years in a special environment. No way, two worlds would produce the same tracer elements. Someone brought this creature here from earth, only possible explanation.”PFC Harris interrupted Dr Evert “Serge, we have incoming, my motion detectors just lite up.”“Defensive positions everyone!” Sergeant Brannings ordered. Everyone got into position and Sergeant Branning pulled out her huge laser cannon.“I don’t have a weapon” Sandra whispered to Greg as she crouched next to him. Greg was covering the East door, there wasn't any other entrance on this side, the South was a secured wall as was the North. That left only the East and West entrance. He glanced at Sandra as she mentioned not having a weapon,"Like I stated doc, the moment you need a weapon, we're fucked. We're not in trouble yet, just stay close so that I know where you are."There were three blips, moving towards their position in a direct line, definitely not Sarge Lewins as they would move in standard formation. The blips came to a halt just before they would enter the West entrance. Greg was ready to turn and give supporting fire, but he kept his weapon trained on the East entrance. Without warning the three blips started moving again, fast.The green blips of the other Wolves showed up on the monitor and Greg gave a soft exhalation. Whatever those three blips was, he had the feeling that they have just had a narrow escape with death. Duke and the rest of the unit showed and took up defensive positions. This allowed Greg, Laura, and Sandra to show Duke the evidence they had recovered.“Fuck” Duke moaned in disgust. “The assholes were playing around with dinosaur genes!” The leader Team Foxtrot looked at the room filled with body parts and blood.“One more thing, when you were approaching this location, the sensors detected 3 things moving toward us. Your arrival seemed to have scared them off.” Greg reported. Duke frowned at this news.“Call wolf teams 1 and 2 and find out why they are not back here yet” Duke ordered, clearly getting worried.Everyone headset heard the request for the wolf teams to report. Wolf team one reported back quickly.“Wolf team 1 ETA is about 1 minute. We are headed down the south corridor now” was their answer.“Wolf team 2, please report.” Another call was made. There was no answer. The call was repeated. “Wolf team 2, please report.” Still no answer.Duke keyed his comm-system “Rollins and Solomon stop fucking around REPORT” He ordered. Still no answer. Wolf team one arrived at the new camp as Duke groaned.Sergeant Branning knew what had to be done next. “I’ll go looking for them, who else can you spare?” She asked Duke. Duke did not answer right away as he was thinking about what to do next. Duke finally signaled for Greg and Denvers to fall in,"Take Spartan and Hermes. Since Sanders wants to be a babysitter, you go with him doc. We don't have time to look out for you as well."Greg shifted his rifle and got into position at the door, waiting for the order to move out. He glanced at Sandra and gave her a slight smile, "Don't worry doc, we're not in trouble yet. Just try to look tough and you should be ok."Looking away the smile fades away as he looks at the scanner on his forearm.Those three contacts.Where in hell did they go to? Sergeant Branning flipped a switch on her armor suit and the joints started to glow red. It was her 360 motion detection sensors. She clipped on a few mines, one pack of clearing explosives, her combat knife, and charged her 105 pulsed laser canon.“Standard assault tactics gentlemen. Anyone fucks up; I’ll blow their fucking head off!” She told the search party. Then she said to Sanders in a softer tone “Greg. Keep track of the non-com”. (non-com slang for non-combatant). “Let’s move out” She ordered.The search team leap frog down the passageways with skill and precision. It was slow, as everyone was providing covering fire, while only one person moved down the corridor. Sergeant Branning had even placed one team member on rear guard to make sure nothing came at them from behind.Hermes had a blond ponytail and a chiseled, handsome face. He was the team’s scout and his shifting eyes were always checking for danger. He had a carefully trimmed beard that complimented his face. He should have been a movie star with his good looks, but that opportunity never presented itself to him.Sergeant Branning knew he was above all else loyal and helpful to everyone. He was also optimistic, respectful, but his loyalty was what he was known for. She could count on him, she knew that. Hermes was on point, when the motion detectors detected the three contacts closing in on their position! He was about 20 ft in front of Branning rescue team.“Everyone defensive positions. Hermes move back to our position!” Sergeant Branning ordered. Greg took cover behind a steel strut, covering Hermes' retreat, motioning for Sandra to get behind him. The screen on his front arm beeped insistently as the signatures came closer to them. Hermes took cover and aimed into the direction he had just withdrawn from. Suddenly two of the blips vanished from Greg's monitor."What the hell?"Movement on the low ceiling caught his eye and he swiveled his rifle upwards, making target acquisition and pressed the trigger. One shot rang out and it thudded into a body, a loud shriek echoed through the corridor and then the nightmarish beast disappeared through the ceiling.Plaster and concrete fell to the floor in a blue flash, Greg stared at the new hole in the ceiling and had the feeling that further down the corridor they will find two more of these holes."Sir I had a contact before that energy blast. It traveled along the ceiling."He looked at Sergeant Branning"It seems like we stepped into a battle that has nothing to do with us sir." Sergeant BranningSergeant Branning knew her rescue team was in a dangerous and possibly deadly situation. They were fighting in tight passageways where the enemy could anticipate her team’s avenue of approach or retreat. Also her team’s sensors did not detect them reliably. Allowing the enemy to remain concealed until the time to attack. Now Greg reported they were between to fighting forces. Being in a flanking/crossfire situation was almost always fatal.“FUCK!” Sergeant Branning said in frustration. She knew the best defense against this situation was a controlled retreat, which would pull the enemy’s forces back in front of her team. If there were two forces battling each other, it would pull her team out of the middle of their battle. It would also allow her to setting up a new line of defense from the knowledge they have acquired so far.Retreating however was not in Sergeant Branning character. She also HATED not completing the mission. She had been given an order and to hell or high water she was going to get it done. Normally, she would decide on the best rout, she was the team leader. But they had time, there was no attack at present. She decided to get the team's opinion on the situation.“Team, stay in your defensive positions. Keep your eyes on the ceilings and floors.” She ordered the rescue team. “I think you all know we’re in a bad situation. We have two options: One is to retreat back to the main force, maximizing our firepower. Or two, we use some aggressive tactics right now to get out of this situation and find those two fuck faces, Rollins and Solomon. Opinions?”Sandra EvertSandra Evert heard what Sergeant Branning was saying but did not fully understand it all. Military tactics was something she had never studied. But what she did know was these creatures were dangerous. And Rollins and Solomon most likely needed their help. She thought those two soldiers in particular were complete assholes, she still did not want to leave them out there alone.“Are you kidding… we can’t leave them out there. These creatures will surround them and kill them! I vote we continue with the mission as fast as we can!” Doctor Evert reasoned passionately with Sergeant Branning. Greg breathed a sigh, then adjusted the reading of the monitor on his arm, it read body heat now and not movement. The range was much shorter, but Greg had an inkling that it would help him to track the combatants. He checked the load of his rifle and as he slapped the magazine home, he looked at Sergeant Brannings, "Leave no man behind right Sarge? I say we go look for those two lazy ass Marines."Leaving no man behind was not really part of the Space Marine motto, because sometimes you just didn't have a choice. But if given the option to retreat or to fetch your buddies and get out of Dodge, you always pick the option which led to you getting to fetch your buddies. Even if they are complete slackers and assholes and get your latrine duty or kitchen duty on a regular basis. Hermes voices his own consent and that meant that all three of them were with Brannings."Sir, I have set up my scanner for heat signature, I think that we should have one heat reading and one motion reading active at all times. That way nothing can sneak up on us or ambush us when we move forward." . . . . . “I like the way you people think!” Sergeant Branning barked to everyone. She looked at her team. “We are going in Rambo style. All guns a blazing! Hermes you have the right flank, Greg you have the left, Dr Evert the rear, I know you have no weapon, if you see something, just tell me. I’ll take the front. I want cover fire… even if you see nothing. Keep your eyes on the ceiling and floors. This will be a rapid advance; I’m not slowing down for anything.”The team nodded their heads in understanding. Sergeant Branning smiled and looked down to the huge cannon in her hands. She caressed her 105 pulsed laser cannon and talked in a loving voice to it. “Mommy is going to let you play… you get to fuck some aliens! Squirt your energy pulses right up their naughty little assholes!”Then she looked at the team again. “OK LET’S GO!” She yelled and ran forward firing laser down the corridor. The rest of the team followed at what was a full spirit. Sergeant Branning was weaving as she ran and fired energy pulses. They passed through a series of crossing passageways going off to the left and right.“BOOGIES 3 O’CLOCK” Sergeant Branning yells as she ran past the second set of passageways. Hermes fired multiple blasts down the passageway, but he must have missed the creature, because Sandra yelled next.“BEHIND US CLOSING FAST!!” She screamed. She wished she had a weapon but there was nothing she could do.“I GOT IT… JUST KEEP RUNNING!” Sergeant Branning ordered as she reached down and grabbed an anti-personnel mine and slapped it to the wall. Her action was so smooth, she did not even break stride. Seconds later Greg, Hermes, and Sandra past the mine’s location. Then as the creature approached it the mine went off in a huge explosion.Sergeant Branning did not even turn around to see if the blast had killed the creature. She just kept running. After passing a few more passageway and seeing nothing. She reached a bulkhead hatch. She opened it quickly and went through. The rest of the team followed and then she bolted the hatch closed from the other side.“I think we are out of the cross fire. Let’s return to standard leap frogging tactics” She ordered as everyone was breathing hard, trying to catch their breath.Seconds later however there was the sound of tearing steel as claws ripped through the bulkhead. “SHIT” Sergeant Branning yelled as she tried to point her gun at the rapidly expanding breach in the wall, but the hole was opening up too quickly! Bak'huBak'hu and two of his blood brothers received an activation signal while they were traveling to the home planet. They decided to inspect it, since the signal was ancient, but the meaning was clear. Prey have been released. They found that the planet have been changed in the years that the Yautja have not returned and now an installation of the Oohmans were built over the ancient site.Bak'hu knew what had happened, the Oohmans have come drilling and looking for resources and they have unleashed the Prey upon themselves. This also meant that they had to stop the Prey, for they would spread through the galaxy like a scourge if they were not stopped. They landed their ship and infiltrated the Oohman installation, his two brothers taking up guard duty as he ventured further inside.It was clear that the eggs have already finished gestating and that the beasts had gone through their final phases already. Bak'hu felt the thrill of the hunt and he started stalking the creatures. He found three of them as they were about to attack a group of four Oohmans. He did not feel any love or pity for the smaller bipedials, he just wanted to rid the planet of the Prey.Soon after his plasma caster have killed off the three beasts, the Oohmans started running, but not away, they seemed to engage the Prey. Bak'hu felt impressed with their actions, but also found it foolhardy, since it was clear that they did not know the Prey. He dropped through one of the holes from where he had blasted the Prey and followed the Oohmans. He found one of the Prey trying to rip through a door and clearly it was succeeding.He extended his spear and struck, hitting the beast in the back of the head and driving the spear straight through, killing the beast. With a growl of victory, he withdrew the spear from the beast and drew back, looking for more of the Prey As the breach expanded Sergeant Branning knew she was going to die. There was no chance she could raise her laser cannon up fast enough to prevent one of those clawed hands from reaching her. The claws grabbed her shoulder and pinned her to the bulkhead. But then as suddenly as it started, it ended. The creature slumped forward and stopped moving.“FUCK” Hermes yelled in terror. His gun raised and he was getting ready to fire.“DON’T FIRE” Dr Sandra Evert screamed. She had been just fast enough and Hermes did not pull the trigger.Sergeant Branning pulled herself free of the claw and moved in front of the creature. It was still not moving. But Sergeant Branning knew she had also died. It scared her. She needed to kill the thing that had almost killed her. Nothing was going to stop her from removing that fear from her mind. “Doctor, you DO NOT give FUCKING orders in a tactical combat situation. UNDERSTAND” Sergeant Branning yelled. Then she pulled her weapon up, took aim at the creature’s head.“SERGEANT DUMB ASS… I NEED TO EXAMINE THAT THING!” Sandra screamed.Sergeant Branning turned and faced the Doctor. Her laser cannon pointed right at Sandra. Sergeant Branning was so mad she was shaking. Scientific studies show that anger reduces human reasoning by 92%. People do really do dumb things when they are angry. The best thing to do if faced by someone that is angry is not to say anything. Just remain calm and silent. Let them vent. Remember the angry person is just not thinking straight.“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” Sergeant Branning yelled back. Sandra said nothing. The two women faced each other.“I SHOULD KILL YOU FOR ENDANGERING THIS TEAM!!!!!!!!” Sergeant Branning yelled at the top of her lungs.“SERGEANT, SHE IS RIGHT!” Both Hermes and Greg said at the same time to Sergeant Branning. Greg added in a softer, calmer voice “Sergeant… you are the smartest person in this unit. Thinking about this. The Doc might be able to figure out why it stopped moving.”Sergeant Branning said nothing. She stood there for 10 full seconds. Then she lowered her weapon.“I agree.” Sergeant Branning said in her normal voice. It was as if she had returned to normal and nothing had happened. “Dr Evert examine the creature. We’ll cover you” Sergeant Branning ordered. “Hermes I need you watching for attacks in the opposite direction.” She ordered.Sandra approached the creature. It appeared dead. She noticed liquid dripping from its skull and sizzling on the bulkhead. The liquid was burning a hole in the bulkhead. “Looks like the creature’s blood is a powerful acid.” She told the others.It’s outer skin look like an exoskeleton of an insect. Extra hard. She grabbed a support rod on the frame of the door and pulled herself up to the creature’s head. There was a perfect round hole in the back of the creature’s head. Like someone had stabbed it from behind.“There’s a hole in the back of its head. Like someone killed it from behind while it was tearing open the door!” Sandra told the others. Now that things had semi-calmed down, he took up a covering position and scanned the area eyond the creature's body as Sandra took samples of the creature and inspected the creature."It is basically the same creature, but it is different from the fossils found."Greg shrugged, "Maybe they evolved as well."Sandra packed her gear away and stood, slinging her pack into position again."But you don't believe so?"Greg nodded and she smiled slightly, "Me neither. OK sergeant, I have all the data I need." With the samples collected, Sgt Branning, Hermes, Greg and Sandra head down the east corridor. The corridor was in a bad condition. The lighting had been damaged and was flicking on and off. Some of the electrical panels had been damaged and were sparking.“Helmet Lights On” Sgt Branning ordered. “Keep Formation and be sure to check the ceiling and floors.”Hermes was in front, carefully checking before moving forward. The process was slow, but safe and exactly as described in the squad tactics manual. They reached a section of the corridor which had been torn open like an aluminum can. The lighting in this section was now completely out. Hermes' helmet light swung around as he looked everywhere. When the light shinned forward it landed squarely on the bodies of Rollins and Solomon. At least what was left of them. It was gruesome as hell. Both men were clearly dead.“Keep watching for creatures, don’t just stare at the bodies” Sgt Branning ordered Hermes as the rest of the squad moved forward carefully and slowly. Greg was keeping an eye behind them just in case.“Dr. Evert, do you need to take more sample?” Sgt Branning asked.“Yes” Sandra answer a bit shaken. “I can’t believe they are dead” She added with some shock and sadness.“This is combat! We can mourn them later. Now fucking focused Doctor” Sgt Branning barked at her. Sandra move to the bodies and examined them for the cause of death and took samples. With Hermes and Brannings in defensive mode, Greg had a look at the bodies as Sandra bent over them in work. They were mangled, like they were killed and then eaten. He shook his head and then found their weapons, they were intact and the readouts showed them as unfired."Sarge, these two got taken completely by surprise. They didn't even fire one shot."Greg shouldered the two weapons, securing them in place, "They may have been assholes at times, but they were Marines. No way they would just walk into a trap."He looked at the ceiling, which of course showed the entrance from the creatures which had killed the two. He then consulted the map on his combat screen."There is no basement, no upper floor, so the only place these things could have come from will be the excavation site. But what could live out there?" "There is no basement, no upper floor, so the only place these things could have come from will be the excavation site. But what could live out there?"“Noted” Sgt Branning said briskly. She switched on her long-ranged communicator “Duke, we found Wolf Team 2. They are both dead. Appears to be an ambush. These creatures can cut through metal fairly easily. Their blood is a powerful acid. It is hard to explain… but we encountered a dead creature. Doc has samples. Spartan thinks the creatures maybe coming from the excavation site. Orders?” Sgt Branning asked.There was a pause and then Duke’s voice came over the communicator. “You are all the way out there already. Examine the excavation site with caution. Report back when you can.”“Roger” Sgt Branning replied, then she looked at the team around her. “Ok, you heard Duke. We are going to explore the excavation site. No wandering off. Stay in formation! Hermes, you take point”“Yes Sir” Hermes answered backThe group climbed out the hole made by one of the creatures. Outside the base, shadows of rocks and mountains appears out of the gloom and drifting acetylene clouds. Acetylene looked like fog on earth. The atmosphere here was breathable but had more hydrogen and methane. The acetylene fog was caused by ultra-violet light breaking down the methane. Visibility was poor so the team moved slowly.As Hermes moved lower in the excavation site, a large object loomed ahead. As they got closer, Hermes communicator lite up “It’s a spaceship. A Derelict!”The object became clearer and it was large, asymmetrical, torpedo shaped craft, with a thickened central section. There was numerous tunnels going off in many different directions. There were three large openings near ground level that led into the ship's interior. The team headed for the nearest one of these openings.“This thing looks a million years old!” Sandra observed. The team entered the old ship slowly and carefully. The interior of the Derelict resembled a living organism more than a spacegoing vessel, with skeletal walls, circular gangways and steep passages.“This place is giving me the creeps!” Hermes said as he led them deeper into the old ship. Greg paused at a strut and examined the gooey surface, the structure itself looked like bone, the coating of slime looked like... Protective film."Doc can you spare a drop or two of that blood sample?"She frowned, but produced the sample, he removed the sealed cap and carefully dripped a drop onto the film. The acid fizzled out and ran harmlessly down the strut. Greg sealed the container and handed it back."Sarge, that creature had a coating just like this, the whole ship's interior is covered with the same slime and it appears to counter act the acidity of the creature's blood."He took a deep breath, "I think they have turned this ship into a nest. We might be getting in deep." As the team moved deeper into the old spaceship, Greg’s thoughts were confirmed. The place was some kind of home or breeding area. They entered a main cargo hold area and the place had thousands of egg shaped objects in it.“This is wild!” Sandra said looking over a field of egg like objects. Some had florescent blue glowing cracks in them. “It is like a giant egg-infested nest chamber!” Dr. Evert gasped staring at all the eggs.“This place is creeping me out!” Hermes complained.“Hermes, STOP SAYING THAT! Focus on the mission!” Sgt Branning barked as everyone’s head were looking for threats, above, below, front, sides and back.“What if there is a Queen running around here? Like in a Bee Hive!” Hermes asked.“HERMES!!” Sgt Branning yelled.“Sarge, Hermes has a point. If I could take a closer look at one of these eggs to determine if they were laid recently.” Sandra said.“Whatever you do… do not open one of those things!!” Sgt Branning ordered as Dr Evert moved closer to an egg, Greg was next to her. As they moved closer to the nearest egg, movement signals started to ping softly on Greg's arm console. He checked the scanner's image and saw six dots right in front of them, he paused as one of the eggs started to open like the bloom of a flower. He grabbed hold of Sandra and pulled her backwards and away from that egg, just as some sort of creature jumped from it. Greg smacked it aside with the barrel of the rifle and fired a three round burst, drilling the creature. It dropped and started to curl into a ball, the tail whipping around as a puddle of blood formed around it, eating away at the ground."Fucking hell. Sarge I suggest a retreat is in order."Two more of the eggs started to open and Greg readied his weapon. The fact they were inside a very old derelict spaceship, gloom and drifting acetylene clouds made it hard to see, six dots on Sgt Branning scanner were moving towards them, eggs were opening all around them, and finally, Hermes kept saying he was creeped out, made up Sgt Branning mind.“RETREAT… NOW!!” She yelled as she unloaded hailstorm of laser blasts from the laser cannon. The squad joined her and opened up too. Their heads swiveled in all directions, firing at everything. Eggs exploded everywhere. The small spider like creatures suddenly lunged from the shadows at them, only to be knocked back by another squad member. Sgt Branning saw one of the big creatures coming at them. She blasted at it with her laser cannon. Everyone heard the hideous, soul-shattering screeches of the creature as some of her blasts hit their targets. Despite their efforts everyone realized that they would be overwhelmed in seconds. They lost their defensive front as the team retreated faster.Amidst this chaos, Dr. Evert fell. As she got back up, a little alien attacked her. She slapped it aside in the nick of time, but that caused her to fall into a hole in the floor. She landed on the deck below the nest. She was really separated from the others. She ran from the screaming and laser fire above. She found a side passageway and this lead to a small room where she hide. She activated her commlink. “Fuck… Greg got lost” she said in her commlink. “I have no idea where I am and have no idea how to find my way back!”Sgt Branning continue to blast at everything as she backed out of the nest chamber. Hermes was with her, but in the chaos, she did not see Greg anymore.“Give me cover” She ordered Hermes. The creatures had to come through the hatch they backed out of so Hermes could do it. “I’m going to blow this place up!” She told him as she removed her bag of clearing charges.“Sgt… what about Greg and Dr Evert?” Hermes asked.Sgt Branning activated her commlink “Greg and Sandra… get the fuck out of that room! I’m going to blow it to shit!” Sgt Branning warned them. It was times like these that Greg was happy for their intense training. Training which Dr Evert didn't have. He saw her slap one of the spider like creatures aside and fall out of sight. He killed the alien and kept firing, checking if Sandra made it up, she didn't. By now he was almost alone, the retreat having gone further than the hole Sandra fell into.He ran for the hole, going into a baseball slide which took him into the hole and he hit the lower deck on his feet. He changed his scanner settings and found her radio signal ahead. Just then her voice sounded in his earpiece, "Don't worry doc I gotcha, wait for me where you are."He set off at a run, just as his flashlight made out Sandra's form, Branning's voice came over the radio. "Blow it sarge, we are one level below you, working to get back to you."He took hold of Sandra's arm and strapped his flashlight to it, he drew his pistol and handed it to her, "You're point. Run and if you see anything that will take us up, head for it, I will be right behind you."Sandra nodded and took off, Greg followed as fast as he could while checking behind them. He knew they were clear of the chamber, but there was no telling how much of the infrastructure the blast would destroy. Sgt Branning had always enjoyed sports and the space marines played a lot of them to stay fit. It was because of her exposure to sports, particularly the female “Hammer Throw” contest that she knew how to throw the bag of clearing charges. Most people thought throwing far required strength. Sgt Branning was strong, but throwing far was much more about speed to gain maximum distance.Sgt Branning unlooped a shoulder strap and grabbed the end. The strap was not that long, but it would do. She started to swing the bag, building up her speed of rotation via heel-toe movement of her feet. The bag moved in a circular path, and at the high point of the path she released the bag through the hatch Hermes was defending.The bag of charges sailed into the huge room filled with eggs. Sgt Branning lost sight of it in the darkness and gloom, but she took a guess where it was and pressed the detonation button. She was hoping to cause an “Air Burst” explosion, the most destructive kind. If she waited too long, the blast might tear through the floor, too early the ceiling. When she pressed the button, a massive explosion ripped through the large room. The blast was so powerful, the shock wave knocked Hermes on his ass.There was too much smoke and debris to see what happened in the room, but Sgt Branning heard metal twisting and falling. She was pretty sure, the noise was from the overhead “ribs” in the room as they came crashing down. But she did not care to stay around and find out. She grabbed Hermes shoulder and pulled him to his feet.“Let's get out of this shit hole” She yelled. Hermes took rear guard and she took point as they made their way through the passageway and out the same entrance they had entered in.Dr. EvertSandra grabbed the gun and started running. She knew she was doing it wrong. She was just running frantically. She did not aim the gun down the passageway. She was really doing nothing with the gun at all. It was like she was holding a baton from a relay race. The passageway up ahead bent 90 degrees to the left. As she approached the corner, she slowed down and aimed the gun as she had seen the Space Marines do earlier.She peeked around the corner and gasped “SHIT!” As against one wall was the splattered head of one of the research facility personnel. One of the creatures had speared the unfortunate person through the skull. The action had caused the head to remain pinned to the wall. The person’s body had been torn apart all over the passageway. She heard Greg running footsteps coming up behind her. That was when the explosion went off.The blast wave caught up to them quickly as Greg was pushed into Sandra from behind. Both of them ended on the floor among the torn-up body parts. The head on the wall was knocked off and landed on Sandra. “EWWWWW” she gasped and pushed the head at Greg. He knocked it aside, but also grabbed Sandra hand that was holding the gun. Sandra realized she had accidentally pointed the gun at Greg.“Be careful where you point that” He said as both of them got back on their feet. Greg reached out and with the back of his glove, wiped most of the gunk from Sandra's face. "We can clean you up later. Let's go. There's bound to be more of those things and they will not be happy."They took off again, Greg following the lines against the wall, and just as he had hoped, they found a stairwell leading to the upper floor. He slowly climbed the stairs, keeping an eye and light scanning the area just in case the scanner missed something.It didn't.A beep made Greg look, then the beeps came in fast succession, time for finesse was over. He grabbed Sandra's hand and dragged her up the stairs. It mouthed out into a short hallway, which connected with the hallway they had used to get in."Sarge, we are on your level, just ahead of you. Setting charges, we have multiple hostiles inbound."He secured the explosives he carried and got Sandra running, he tapped the sequence on his arm pad and the explosion behind them seemed muffled, but it destroyed the stairs. Only problem was that it didn't seal off the hole.Greg looked back as they exited and saw a creature starting to force itself through. He swung his rifle into position and amidst the sparking and smoke, he fired. The rounds hit, but didn't kill.Greg turned and ran, almost colliding with Hermes who had taken point. Greg noticed a creature behind Branning, brought up his rifle and emptied the clip into it, sending green blood and bodyparts flying before it crashed to the ground. He ejected the clip and replenished it as the creature rose again. He fired again, this time at the elongated head, the rounds hit and did their job. The creature dropped dead."Oorah motherfucker."Greg turned and followed the other three. “Nice shooting dude!” Hermes’ congratulated Greg with a fist bump. He continued “Orders from Sarge… is for us to get out of this shit hole!!” He added with a bit of dry humor.“NO SHIT!!” Sgt Branning add over the commslink as she moved ahead of them. “Expedite!!”“I’ll take rear guard!” Hermes told Greg and Sandra. The group headed out of the old space ship the same way they had entered it. Once outside they were again surrounded by dim light, shadows, gloom, and strange drifting acetylene fog clouds. Visibility was poor so the team needed to slow down.“EXPEDITE” Sgt Branning yelled over the commlink. She was in front of them somewhere. Hermes had just seen her, but a bank of fog had drifted between them and now she was no longer visible. Around Greg, Sandra, and Hermes was only white, gloomy fog.Snake’s voice came over the commlink. “This is base. Report!”“I DON’T HAVE TIME!” Sgt Branning yelled back.“REPORT!! That is an order from Duke!” Snake yelled back.“We found an old space ship… full of eggs. Blew up the eggs… now we have a shit load of the creatures on our ass… YOU FUCKING REMF!!” Sgt Branning reported back (REMF = Rear-echelon motherfucker).“You will NOT talk to me like that!!” Snake said back. Sgt Branning switch off the base camp link. That was when Sgt Branning’s and Greg’s motion detectors went off.“BOGEYS! ON YOUR 6!” Sgt Branning yelled. “A SHIT LOAD!!” The sound of her 105 pulsed laser cannon opened up. It was not in single shot mode… but in rapid fire mode.“I CAN'T SEE SHIT!!” Hermes yelled as he fired blindly behind the group. “RUN!!”“THERE ARE TOO MANY… I’M DOING A THROW AND BLOW!!” Sgt Branning yelled. A “throw and blow” was a combination of thrown mine, detonated via laser fire. Sgt Branning threw her last mine and fired her laser cannon at it. The resulting explosion rocked Hermes, Greg, and Sandra. It also cleared the fog away enough for them to see 5 creatures headed right at them!! "Shit! Run doc, get to the Sarge!"Greg threw a grenade with a practiced back flick, they ran, making sure to stay out of Branning's laser fire. The explosion send dirt and shrapnel following them as well as a few screeches. Then the laser cannon cycled empty.Greg knew that this panicked withdrawal was not good, it was not what they had trained, but they had not been trained to face creatures like these either."Run sarge! Get to the airlock!"He knew that she hated to be told what to do, but in this case, it was the best thing to do. She could reload on the run. Greg had one more trick in his bag. He withdrew a Kinetic Mine, armed it and dropped it. He noticed that the creatures was actually gaining on them and he urged the others for greater speed. With a loudKRUMPthe mine detonated behind them, sending more shrapnel chasing them. Greg looked behind him, noticing one creature still limping after them, but behind it, even more followed. Greg’s kinetic mine had bought them valuable time. Sgt Branning was the first to reach the main research complex breech and climb back in. She had restarted the recharge cycle on her laser cannon but the weapon still needed 30 secs to finish.She looked at the counter in total frustration as there was nothing she could do with the weapon but wait. She slipped the cannon back over her shoulder and grabbed her remaining weapon, a combat knife.Sandra was the next one through the breeched and stopped Sgt Branning. “That will not stop them... their blood is acid” she told the space marine.Sgt Branning knew she was right... but Greg and Hermes would not make it. The monsters were closing too fast. She ran back outside with her combat knife ready. Moving sideways to the opening.“Over here Mother-Fuckers, come and get me!” She screamed trying to pull the monsters away from Greg and Hermes. It did not work.Hermes knew he was going to die. The monsters were closing on him too fast. He had been the rear guard and it was his job to protect the unit from rear attacks.“Run Greg.... RUNNNN!” He yelled to Greg in front of him.Then he suddenly stopped running and unloaded six rounds into the wounded creature. His aim was true as the creature fell over dead. But the last creatures pounced on him and tore him apart.There was blood everywhere. It's drenched the two creatures. They were now sticky and red. The ground was even red, and for the gloomy gray and white land scape it was a stark sight.Sgt Branning stared at the sight for one second. She could not believe Hermès was gone. A beep from her laser cannon broke her from her moment of shock. She whipped the cannon to her shoulder and blew the head off one of the creatures as Greg took down the other.Sgt Branning ran back into the breech along with Greg.“FUCK!” She said to Greg. But he knew in that one word she could not believe she had just lost one of her best men "Sarge, this is SNAFU, we need to link up with the others, we will not be able to . . . "Greg got cut off as light blue plasma bolts started raining down on the creatures from above his position in the breach. Glancing up, he could only see distorted outlines of what seemed to be a large creature, but it was very hard to make out, then from other directions more plasma started raining down on the creatures, they of course tucked tail and ran, heading for their ship.Greg just stared in bewilderment and then tried to see what had rescued them, but he could make out nothing. He turned to the inside, "I have no idea who or what that was, but they saved our bacon." >gentle nudgeThey walked past Rock, Cowboy, Sting, and Kid in defensive positions as Snake and Duke met up with them.“We lost Hermes… at the derelict spaceship." Branning reported.“Damn it!!” Duke exclaimed. “Solomon, Rollins and now Hermes. What the fuck is happening?”“Sergeant Branning… is what is happening” Snake stated “We know she is crazy… and reckless!”“FUCK YOU ASSHOLE” Branning yelled getting ready to punch Snake.“KNOCK IT OFF YOU TWO!!” Duke ordered. Both Snake and Branning stopped.“Greg, report. Tell me what the fuck happened” Duke ordered. Greg kept his attention on the scanner on his forearm as he told Duke exactly what happened and of their flight from the nest, as well as their last-ditch attempt to stop or even delay their pursuers. He also mentioned the strange creatures he saw, who provided covering fire with advanced weapons. He only looked up at Duke when he drew to the conclusion: "Sir, I believe we are smack in the middle of a fire fight between forces unknown. Dr Evert and I believe that one of these combatants are the same creatures as strange fossils found under the ice in Antarctica."Sandra raised her hand slightly: "This is not well-known, but creatures like those we have encountered have been found all over the world. Some frozen and some damaged so severely that it was clear that they died in combat." “Middle of a fire fight” Duke repeated back, thinking about facts and how they lined up with Greg’s theory. “And these aliens have been to earth!... That is disturbing”“Makes you wonder and worry” Dr Evert added. The thought why they visited… and what would happen if they revisited again!“Duke, I have a suggestion. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I think we need to try and make contact with the second group of aliens. They have had a few chances to engage us, and have not. They seem to be focused on the derelict ship and the bigger aliens. Their tactics and weapons are probably superior to ours.” Sgt Branning suggested.“What?” Snake gasped. “That is crazy. We need to run. Get off this fucked up, shit hole, ASAP.”“This is a unique situation, a chance to form an alliance. Might help earth, big time, in the future.” Branning countered.“Or we all die, and earth knows nothing. We are not diplomats. We are Space Marines” Snake replied. They both waited for Duke decision. Greg drew the palmtop from his bag and activated it, "Sir, if I may?"Staff Lewins nodded and Greg opened up a file and selected an item, everybody could see his actions on the Holgraphic display. Images started to show of creatures standing well over 7 feet wearing metal masks shaped like snake heads, dread lock type hair, mottled lizard like skin, various bits of armor and carrying strange weapons. Sandra gasped at the images, "Greg! Where did you find those?""I was curious about what USP didn't want us to know, so I hacked their server." Greg replied and opened a video clip which showed part of an autopsy done on one of the creatures. He looked around the small group, "I believe that these are the guys who are doing to shooting.""That is so classified, that they will kill you for even knowing it."Greg nodded at Sandra's words, "True, but they also sent us in here while knowing what we would encounter.""What do you mean?" Staff Lewins sounded ready to explode."While I was busy in the security booth, I ran a check for outgoing messages."Greg left the folder he was in and opened another folder, he replayed messages where the senders clearly showed the creatures that they have encountered and every message ends with them being over run or killed."You knew this and didn't say anything?""No Sarge, I had a look at the messages and only after we encountered the creatures did I understand what happened here."Greg opened another file and more images and reports come up about the creatures along with video clips. "I want to agree with Snake that we should get out of here Sarge, but with that ship being infected as it is, I think these creatures will over run the other extra terrestrials, the only problem is that we can't be assured of them, since they are hunters and they usually kill the strongest prey they can find.""Prey?"Staff Lewins ignores the question, "It is clear that we have been sent in here to gain information for USP, they did not care if we come back or not. But we are Marines, we will return even with the odds against us. Greg, show us everything you have on these creatures and the aliens. Then we can form a battle plan. We are going to wipe out those slimy mother fuckers and safe the planet." A PlanThe senior officers reviewed the data. Then the group was quiet. Their weapons only had limited effectiveness on the creatures. Most normal battles tactics involved forces of equal abilities. Battling these creatures was not even. Finally, Branning cleared her throat and suggested a plan.“I have an idea. It is risky. But here are my thoughts. We use a modified feigned retreat.”“A what?” Dr Sandra Evert asked.“A feigned retreat is a military tactic whereby a military force pretends to withdraw or to have been routed, in order to lure an enemy into a position of vulnerability.” Branning explained.“But these creatures are not too vulnerable to our weapons” Duke pointed out.“Agree… but the retreat will draw them here.” She said and pointed to the base’s power plant. “We’ll set it to blow. Should take down half the facility. That should kill everything in the blast radius.” Branning pointed out.“What about us?” Duke asked.“We’ll move the transport to be on top of the power plant control room.” Branning said. She pulled out a plant control room drawing and pointed to the hatch in the control room ceiling.“A few problems… need to draw as many creatures to us as possible. Not sure how to do that. Also, someone will need to get to the transport and move it here. That is a dangerous job.” Branning pointed out.“A feigned retreat is one of the more difficult tactics for a military force to undertake, and requires well-disciplined soldiers. If the enemy presses into the retreating soldiers, undisciplined troops will lose coherence and the rout will become genuine.” Branning warned everyone."OK... other plans? or modifications to this plan?" Duke asked everyone else. Greg spoke up, "Though I agree with the plan, I think we will have to find a way to destroy that infested ship. If we leave that intact, it just means that we will blow up a USP building, kill a bunch of alien assholes, but still leave an enemy at our backs."He motioned towards the hologram, where one of the endomorph aliens were rotating slowly, "I think that they use hosts to breed. All those personnel we found which seemed to have exploded from the outside? That is seemingly one of the stages of how these guys procreate. If we want to draw their attention, we will have to provide hosts, loads of them.""What is your idea?""Sarge, we stick to the plan, but since I am the one with the technical know-how, I will have to hack this main frame, set up the holo-emiters which will have to show these guys that there's a large party of their hosts just hanging around, ready to get used. The squad falls back, with the holograms as the creatures approaches and that should draw out enough of them.""You want to get into that ship.""Yes sarge, it is old enough to be a monument, but I saw lights burning, that means that for some strange reason, it still carries power and that power can be shorted and compromise the fuel supply.""Blowing up the ship. I like this idea. More suggestions?" AssignmentsThe group blended the two ideas/plans together. They would use the holograms to draw the aliens to the facility power plant… then blow it up. While a small group with Greg as leader goes to the ancient ship and blows it up. The transport would be used to rescue the power plant team and then Greg’s team before either explosion.Duke looked at the remaining men and women of his unit.“Ok now for the hard part. Assignments.” Duke said. “Greg work with Dr Evert to adjust the hologram generators. Branning, you are solo back to the transport. Once Greg and Dr Evert have the holograms ready, we’ll move to the facility power plant and meet up with you. I’ll lead the main force in drawing the creatures to the plant. Greg and Dr Evert will go to the ancient ship and blow it up.”“Sir, are you sure you want me to get the transport… I’m the only one with 105 pulsed laser cannon” Branning pointed out.“Can’t be helped.” Duke stated. “Any other comments?” He asked. Greg looked around, there appeared to be no other questions or suggestions, he readied his rifle and made sure he had ammunition, then looked over at Dr Evert."You ready doc?"She looked unsure as hell, but nodded anyway. Greg waited for Sarge to assign the other members which would go with him and the doctor. "Sting and Rock, go with Greg's team headed to the ancient ship." Duke ordered.Sting and Rock moved to stand next to Greg and the Doc. Sting had long hair in a tight ponytail that went down his back. He was a skill marksman, picking off targets from a distance was his MO. But his attitude sucked. He was always gloomy. He never thought anything would work or go right.Rock had brown, dreadlocks hangs over his beard face. The guy was big, but quick despite his bulky frame. He was a solid marine, but could not think on his own. Greg would need to direct his actions. Greg took a deep breath"OK guys, Rock you take point, Doc you follow him, Sting you stack up behind the doc to give us support from the middle, I will take the rear. Keep a sharp lookout, if something looks wrong or if you see something move even though it looks like there is nothing, speak up. I get a feeling that we have ended up in a cross fire and neither of them are friendlies."Greg waited for them all to nod and then turned his attention to Sarge"Ready when you are sir." DukeEveryone nodded that they were ready. Duke looked everyone in the eyes, then he addressed his unit.“OK, marines. This is it. This is where you will make me proud, where you will make the marines proud, where you will make our planet proud. Here we will stand and fight; Here is where we will wipe out those slimy mother fuckers and safe the planet. We will pull off the impossible, against the odd, we will win this.” Duke said. “Let’s do this!” He yelled.Then the teams headed off in their separate directions. The four headed out, Greg directing them through the various corridors, to the backup mainframe."Hey Reaper, shouldn't we be at the mainframe?"Greg shook his head and started removing access panels."It's damaged, when I logged into the system earlier, I noticed that the response time was slow. That is why it took so long to download these files for the doctor.""Could have told us."Greg connected his arm computer and grinned"Need to know and now you needed to know."The two marines scoffed and took up protective positions as Greg went to work. Sgt Branning Laura checked her combat armor to verify it was in working order. She checked to make sure she had her combat knife, two laser pulse hand guns, and the 105 pulsed laser cannon. She had used up her mines and did not want to take anything from the main force. They would need their mines.She was ready to move out. When Duke gave the order, she departed on her own to get the transport. She headed back to the main entrance complex where they had first arrived. This was where they had found the maintenance bots cleaning the floor. Now the bots were turned off and the place was quiet, eerily quiet.Laura preceded carefully even though the room was empty. She moved to the shuttle and peeked inside. It was clear. The shuttle was part of the subway system, which made traveling through the vast facility easy. The seats in the shuttle ran along the sides of the shuttle. Like what was common on some subway systems. She looked at the blown out back window, where she had seen something in the darkness and shot at it. If only she hit the creature, her actions might have saved some of her team mates.She moved quietly to the front of the shuttle. She stared into the darkness in front of the shuttle. The shuttle would travel into that darkness and back to their transport ship. She looked down for a moment to activate the power to the shuttle when she saw something move in the darkness.She went completely rigid, looking out into the darkness. There was the faintest suggestion of a dark shape ahead of the shuttle. She stared at the figure. It did not move. With a surge of adrenaline, she pushed the activate button, hoping the shuttle would crush whatever was on the tracks. The shuttle lurched forward. DadtihHaving killed many of the prey, Dadtih had followed the remaining Oomans and when the one warrior moved away, he followed her. Cloaked and silent, he could bring death to her in a moment's notice, but that would not have been the honorable way, it was not how you acted towards your prey, unless you were weak and a Bad Blood.He watched as she entered the vehicle which had brought them to this place, he studied her as best he could and then suddenly the vehicle lurched forward, threatening to crash into him. With a leap, he avoided being crushed and landed on the top of the vehicle.GregGreg finished calibrating the system, having linked it to his arm computer."OK guys, now we have to move at least three of the emitters, there's two external emitters still active, but they will not be able to create clear enough holgrams to confuse the senses of those creatures."He unhooked and stored the cables, bringing his weapon into position, motioning for Rock to take point. RockRock headed down the west corridor towards the power plant. The corridors in this part of the complex were in good condition. Rock could move quickly as the lighting was good. Then suddenly the lighting went out.“Fuck” Rock said over his communicator.“Helmet Lights On” Greg ordered.Rock’s light came on. He saw nothing and moved forward again, only now he was moving slower. He was checking the ceiling and floors. As he approached an intersection his motion detector went off.“I have one unknown contact approaching” He said back to Greg as he got his weapon ready.Sgt Laura BranningLaura watched as the faint dark shape leapt into the air, and then she heard the bang of it landing on the roof of the shuttle. She realized the creature had some kind of cloaking technology. Making it almost invisible to her eyes. She quickly turned off the shuttle’s internal lights and switched her HUD to Infrared.“It’s going to track my heat signature” Laura reasoned. She quickly pulled to fire suppression system for the shuttle. R12-P gas filled the cabin as she took cover behind a metal bulkhead. The gas would chill her armor and everything else in the shuttle to the same temperature. Now she was as invisible as the creature. DadtihHe crouched down as the vehicle kept on moving, he watched the Ooman warrior move to an electrical switch and how vapor started to cool the interior. Fascinating. This was a prey who thought on her feet. He switched his vision modes and picked up movement. A sound caught his attention and when he looked up, a member of the Prey jumped at him. He brought up his spear barely in time, skewering the attacker. The acidic blood melting the tip of his spear and dripping on to the roof of the vehicle, burning small holes into it.GregHe glanced around and then at the map on the display on his arm."Rock, through that door on the left, we will take up a defensive position in there."Rock moved like the Marine he was, kicking the door open without question, leading the way into a small office. They took up a defensive position as the beeping on the motion detectors increased."Doc, check the ceiling. Any movement, let us know." Greg’s TeamThe creature was moving fast! The location beeper, was beeping so fast, it was basically a steady tone. The monster was on top of them. But Rock saw nothing.“This isn’t going to work, we are going to die” Sting said in his gloomy voice. He was always negative, never thought anything would work right. The others were use to his comments, but not Dr. Sandra Evert.“Shut the fuck up!” Doc yelled to Sting. Doc still had the hand gun from the derelict spaceship. She had it pointed at the ceiling. That was the moment the creature decided to open the ceiling up, like it was made of tin. Suddenly the monster head and dripping jaws came into the room from above.“CEILING” Sandra screamed so high pitched it hurt everyone’s ears. She closed her eyes and just squeezed the trigger on her gun over and over.Sgt Laura BranningTough as nails Sgt Laura Branning remained as still as she could. In the dark, and still, was her best defense. Then she felt the shuttle rock violently as something big hit it. There was moment on the roof as two creatures fought. She knew where they were and could blast them with her 105 cannon. But for some reason, some gut feeling she did not.Then the struggle on the roof was over and she heard acid melting small holes in the roof. She remained still. She waited. DadtihHe was exposed on the vehicle and without his spear. That meant that he had to de-cloak and engage the enemy with the Plasmacaster, what an irritation. He selected the correct visual spectrum in which he could see the Prey and use the Caster, he de-cloaked and readied for the rest of the Prey, who were sure to be waiting for the travelling vehicle.GregIt was a surprise attack, like the creatures have been waiting for them to show up. Sarah's first shot went wild, but as the creature lunged forward, the rest of her shots hit it, even if she was firing blindly.Creatures appeared in the doorway and more appeared through holes in the ceiling, but the room was too small for them to be able to overwhelm the group. Greg engaged the creatures coming through the ceiling, Rock and Sting engaged the ones trying to force through the door."Watch out for their blood, it is highly acidic.""No shit Reaper?"Greg reloaded and continued to fire at the appearing creatures. Sgt Laura Branning“I hope this asshole, knows the saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend” Laura said to herself as she reached down, picked up her laser cannon and activated it. In the low light, she saw lots of monsters coming to attack the shuttle."I got your six, Asshole… I hope you cover mine." Laura yelled as she moved to the back of the shuttle and covered the alien creature’s blindside. She squeezed off round after round of laser cannon fire at the approaching monsters. Meanwhile, the alien on top of the shuttle was handling the monster’s attacking the front of the shuttle.The battle quickly turned into total bedlam! “Bedlam” is an old word derived from a hospital in London that served as a lunatic asylum circa 1400. The scene around the shuttle was pure bedlam. There were suddenly monsters everywhere, trying to tear the shuttle to pieces. Laura and the "good" alien on top were trying to defend, but the shuttle was taking a beating.Laura was one handing her laser cannon, and had her hand gun in her other hand. As she fired everything she had, while SCREAMING “FUCKKKKKKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!” at the monsters.Bedlam time 2The same chaotic fight was happening with Greg’s team, only worse! There were 4 defenders firing their weapons in all different directions. Sandra gun was empty in no time, but Greg threw her a new one.“KEEP FIRING” He ordered/yelled. Rock and Sting had crouched down and tried to protect the main door way, but they had to dodge acid dripping from the ceiling.“Keep your head down” Sting warned as he took out an approaching monster that was on top of Rock. He cracked the monster head with his shots, killing it. Rock jump out of the way, but some acid hit his armor. Smoke came out. Then something really bad happened, another monster ripped open a bigger hole in the ceiling, exposing everyone from above.“I’m on it” Greg yelled and jump up and grabbed the monster’s head as it came into the room. The monster pulled his head out of the hole and got ready to eat Greg. Before the thing could eat him, Greg slipped on to its back. It was totally insane. He was riding a monster!! It was pure madness. He should have died… but he did it as casually as if he was walking down the street. He aimed his gun at the back of its head and squeezed the trigger.The creature died, plugging the hole in the room’s ceiling. Greg, however, was now trapped outside the room with another monster was approaching him. He did a nice spin and got behind the dead monster plugging the hole as he fired once into the chest of the approaching monster. That slowed it down… but did not stop it. The monster grabbed the dead monster and threw it out of the way. The hole to get back in the room was open again!! But Greg needed to get past a very angry monster first! Dadtih He fired his plasma caster at will, killing as much of the Prey as he could, then when they came too close, he drew his dagger and activated his gauntlet blades, slicing and stabbing the Prey that came close. Their acidic blood burning through the roof of the transport and with a screech it suddenly gave way underneath him, dumping him into the interior.With a roar he rose to his feet and started firing his plasma caster at the Prey again, soon enough they retreated from the combined onslaught. He turned to face the Ooman female, the tri-dot laser coming to rest on her forehead."Ooman."GregUnfortunately for the creature, it was almost point-blank range with Greg, who drew his pistol and emptied the clip into the monster's head. He jumped back as the creature fell forward and plugged the hole again. Greg holstered his pistol and brought his rifle up, he was running low on ammunition and he was certain that the others were as well. The crawl space wasn't much to work with, but it was enough for him to move about and he made his way to the front of the room. From his position he could see the last of the attackers heading for a hole that led to the door Rock and Sting were holding.He started firing, the high velocity slugs driving into the creatures, dropping most of them where they were and the others dropped from sight. The motion detector stopped beeping. Greg breathed a sigh of relief and crawled to the hole, sliding through it into the corridor below, stepping away from the pool of blood, which smoked as it burned through the concrete."Greg?""Reaper?!""Out here. Watch out for the blood."Greg knelt on one knee and reloaded his pistol as the other three of the group made their careful way out of the room."You're crazy man."Greg looked up at Rock and gave him a wan smile."The things we do for the Core. We have to get to those emitters before these creatures over run the facility."He frowned, "If that ship was not one of their own, how many people could it have housed?" Sgt Laura BranningThe Asshole on the roof, came crashing down into the shuttle passenger area. Chunks of roof came with him. The acid from the monsters they had killed was the cause. It took a bit more from both her and the Asshole, but the monsters finally retreated. Laura spun around, only to find a tri-dot laser coming to rest on her forehead."Ooman" The Asshole saidLaura knew the Asshole was intelligent. But what the hell was it doing? Why was it here? And What the hell did it want? She did not know. She also did not know what “Ooman” meant. She thought about killing the thing. But there was no way she could get her weapon on the Asshole before she would be dead. So she did the only thing she could. She held up her hands in surrender.“Asshole” She replied back.The Asshole seemed to just stare at her for a few moments. Then he lowered his weapon. That was when the shuttle arrived at the docking station.Greg’s TeamGreg team made it outside and headed for the ancient space ship. The planet’s weird atmosphere had not changed. The gloom and drifting acetylene clouds made it seem extra spooky. Visibility was still poor but the team moved quickly. Not because they wanted to, but because they had too. To answer Greg’s question on the Ancient ship size, Sandra replied “I did not see the whole thing, but I’d say at least 100.”They placed holo-emitters as they moved to generate false targets as needed. If Greg was right, the monsters were using humans as hosts to breed more monsters. The plan was to use the emitters to show a large group of humans just hanging around. When the monsters approach, the holograms will move away. The hope was to draw them all out. DadtihHe looked at the human female, clearly she felt no fear. A true warrior, she would make a good trophy, but the Elders wanted proof of their combat abilities and a human trophy would only serve to prove that he was not ready yet.He swiveled the plasma caster away from her and turned to the open door, he pointed outside and looked at the female, there was a distorted sound as the speech translator worked on the next words."Prey. We . . . kill."He turned away from her, grabbed hold of one of the Prey and jumped onto the platform, dragging the limp body with him. He threw the Prey on the ground an knelt down, drawing his dagger to remove the head as a trophy.GregWith the emitters set up and ready, Greg lead the team into the shadow of the ship, taking cover between the ground and the ship itself. He activated the holographic images and a group of scientists with a security detail sprang to life, due to the fact that they managed to lay down more than Greg had hoped for, the images looked solid."Now, we need them to notice the group. Any ideas?"Before anybody could reply, a blue bolt of plasma energy shot out of nowhere towards the hole in the ship. The resulting impact caused a high pitched scream from the inside and suddenly a large group of beasts exploded from the inside, charging over the flat surface towards the holograms."Now! Hustle."Greg jumped to his feet and ran for the opening, they were on the clock and he knew they had almost no chance to pull this off, but he was also quite certain that they could not leave the nest intact. He entered the hole and ran down the corridor, glancing at the arm computer to make certain he was on the right track towards the engine room. Greg’s TeamRock, Sting, Sandra and Greg entered the derelict ship. As before the ship resembled a living organism, with skeletal walls, circular gangways and steep passages. They passed through the main cargo hold area and saw the strange egg shaped objects in it. The earlier explosion had damaged some of them, but many remained standing and whole. Sandra saw in the field of eggs, some had florescent blue glowing cracks in them.“I hate this… walk faster!” Sandra urged as they all stayed away from the eggs. Greg led them deeper into the old ship towards the engine room. Greg reached the main door which partially open. They all squeezed through the opening and entered the large room.The room contained 4 large pieces of equipment. The two towards the middle of the room. These were most likely the warp field generators. There were a series of tubes leaving these two boxes to the other large and smaller units in the room. The two other large pieces of equipment in the room were mostly likely the generators to power the warp field units.These generators would also provided power for the ship's systems. Larger ships typically have three or more of these synchronized generators to ensure smooth operation. But this older ship seemed to have only two units. Some of the smaller pieces of gear in the room was most likely energy reciprocating recovery system, photon turbines for artificial gravity, small auxiliary engines, and other items such as air compressors, feed pumps, and fuel pumps.“Shall we place the explosives on the outer boxes?” Sting asked.Sgt Laura Branning"Prey. We . . . kill." The creature said to Laura. Then remove the head of one of the monsters as a trophy.Laura had seen soldiers “take” trophies before after a battle. Cutting off ears, noses and other body parts. It was against Marine regulations and in her mind a sick practice. But she was not going to say anything to her new ally.“Yes, we are planning on killing as many of the mother fuckers as possible” Laura said back. She realized too late, colorful metaphor like mother fuckers, would probably not translate well for the creature. She restated her reply.“Yes, we have a plan to kill many prey” Laura stated more simply. She moved over to the switch to open the heavy blast doors. The transport dropship was docked on the platform above. As she threw the switch, the blast door opened. She entered the building and groaned. She saw the thick bundle of severed cables hanging in the hallway, spitting out sparks. A monster or monsters were inside the building. She brought her weapon up and was ready. She moved carefully towards the stairs that lead to the docking platform. DatihBy the time Laura had made her way to the blast doors, he had already stripped the flesh and skin from the head, leaving the skull exposed. He secured his trophy to his back and activated his cloak. He felt no obligation to the Ooman, but she had impressed him with her steadfast behavior and guts. She may not be much of a hunter, but he could appreciate strength when he saw it.He moved in through the doors, invisible and silent, stalking the prey inside.GregHe inspected the layout and then shook his head"These casings seems to be made of a different material than anything I have ever seen. I doubt that the blasts will be enough to rupture it and cause a chain reaction."He looked around and pried what looked like a deformed pitch fork from a mass of black matter. He shoved it into a slot on one of the outer casings and pushed as hard as he could, the outer shell gave a bit of a creak and then it swung open with a click. Greg tossed the implement to Rock, who started to pry open more covers as Greg started to set the charges on the exposed energy converters and lines. As he set up the last of the explosives, he noticed a port on one of the consoles."Nothing ventured, nothing gained."He took out the field laptop and plugged it into the port, to his surprise the laptop and consoled linked up and data started running over the screen. He sat down and started typing, going into the fuel system and actually found the self destruct sequence. With more serious typing he realized that the ship was actually of Earth origin, he managed to activate the self destruct at the same time that a loud scream echoed from the inside of the ship."Time to go."He unplugged the laptop and stowed it, grabbing his gun and running for the exit. Sgt Laura BranningLaura continued to move towards the stairs. The creature helping her seemed to stay back. “What is it doing?” She thought. Then she realized the creature was using her as bait. “Not a bad idea” She thought. As she reached the stairs. The bad monster was on her. She heard nothing. How a monster that large had come through the vents without making any noise was beyond her.The ceiling burst open, as the monster grabbed her and pulled her back into the ceiling space. This monster was larger than any Laura had seen so far. It held her as it growled, showing its teeth. Laura was unable to escape. Her back was against the ceiling tiles and the monster was above her. The monster’s jaws and teeth dripping clear saliva on her armor.Laura took one hand off her laser cannon and grabbed her combat knife attached to her thigh. The monster was so close to her face, inches from her. Its hot breath on her skin. Just before it was going to strike, Laura slammed the knife into its jaw! The monster screeched. Laura slip away from it. Then from below, the hunting, helpful creature blade sliced up through the ceiling and into the monster’s chest. That killed the monster. The ceiling tiles gave way, as Laura scramble to avoid the acid coming out of the dead monster and land on her feet. She did both.Greg’s TeamYou would never see it on a United Space Marines Tactical Assault Squad (USMTAS) recruitment video. Those videos would never show Marines running away from danger. Running towards it , maybe, but never away. That was not the case for Rock, Sting, Sandra and Greg. They were running like the wind away from the engine room of the derelict ship.“A 100,000 year old self destruct command is never going to work!” Sting stated sadly. “We are all going to die”“KEEP RUNNING” Sandra yelled. As they ran back through the old hanger bay filled with the glowing eggs.“FUCK!!” Rock yelled as he spotted one of the little monsters. Luckily, they were running so fast they just pasted it. Greg ran as fast as he could, luckily the exit wasn't difficult to find and they ran out of the ship. The creatures have by now followed the massed holograms and were actually between Greg's team and the Installation."Follow me."Greg took the lead as he had seen an alternative route on the map of the buildings, it was a long route, but if they hurried, they might make the time table that Sarge had set them."Sarge, this is Reaper. We are cut off from the installation, we are taking an alternative route.""Roger that, we are moving to link up with Branning." DatihOne of the prey had grabbed hold of the Ooman, but she managed to injure it by stabbing into the mouth of the creature from below, pinning that killing tongue in place. He stepped up and stabbed the creature from below, wrenching his spear free as it crashed through the roof and onto the ground.He de-cloaked and after a quick scan, placed his spear against the wall, he drew his knife and used it to cut off the end of the tail, drawing a piece of cord from his survival pouch, he drew the remains of the Ooman knife from the creature's head and secured the tail tip to the knife's handle.He stowed away his knife, picked up his spear and turned to face the Ooman, holding out the hybrid knife to her, "Use" Sgt Laura Branning“Thanks” Laura said to the “good” monster as she put the make shift knife in place of her now melted combat knife. She pushed away the ceiling tiles, and climbed up to the metal stairs to the transport dropship. The ship was still there and looked undamaged.“Good” she said to herself. They had not locked the exterior doors to the ship, but she doubted the bad monster knew how to open doors. She pressed the open button and the ship’s side door opened, were the pilots entered the ship.“Ok Good Asshole…” She said to the creature following her. “We kill prey soon. Blowing up the old space ship and the base power plant.” When she said blowing… she made an explosion with her hands. “Do you need a ride?” she asked as she climbed into the transport ship.Duke’s Team“FUCK” Duke gasped as he looked at the security cameras in the base power plant control room. He saw a lot of monsters started to swarm the power plant. The holograms Greg had produced were doing their job. His men were positioned to defend the plant control room, but he sure hoped the transport ship showed up soon! DatihHe looked at the ship of the Ooman, he understood what she meant, but he had work to do. He shook his head and turned away, readying his spear as he moved away from the blast zone of the ship, moving towards the faint sound of Prey approaching.GregThey pushed through the maintenance door that Greg had marked, running as fast as they could along the route blinking on his arm console. Sandra started to lag, Greg grabbed her arm, pulling her along with them."No stopping, we have company."At his words, a creature burst through the ceiling behind them, it's claws digging into the smooth floor as it tried to regain it's feet to chase after them."How did you . . . " Hawk's question got cut off as a blue plasma bolt speared over them to slam into the creature, killing it instantly."Motion sensors." Greg responded as more plasma bolts started to fire out behind them, killing more of the monsters as they swarmed into the corridor. Sgt Laura BranningLaura climbed into the cockpit of the transport ship. She was not the normally the pilot or co-pilot of the transport. But she was trained to fly the thing, in case everyone else was injured or dead. She was not crazy about the way the cockpit was designed. It was cluttered with instruments and displays. Giving the cockpit a very claustrophobic feel. She could barely turn around without running into something. She stored her weapon and took off her battle helmet to provide more room. Then she started the engines and communicated with Duke.“Duke., this is Branning, getting ready to head for your position” Laura reported. There was a slight delay and followed by crackling communications from Duke.“Delay departure, Greg’s team will be at your location in 1 minute.” Duke ordered.“Roger” Laura replied.To prepare for Greg' team's arrival, she got out of her cockpit seat to lower the transport’s rear ramp. That was when she remembered, when they arrived… they had never raised the ramp. Something or someone had raised the ramp and that could only be done from inside the ship. The monsters might not know how to open doors… but one could easily push the large closing ramp button inside the combat bay.“FUCK” Laura gasped as she saw something coming at her from the combat bay! DatihHe was stalking prey, it was sneaky, managed to elude him. What he found strange was that the Ooman entered the ship, the door closed behind her, and then as she sat in the front, the door opened again. Datih knew that she was alone, there was no other Ooman to open that door.Most people who came in contact with the Yautja, thought them to be hunters, focused on one purpose only, and had no real intelligence, even despite their technology. While most of it was true, Hunters only focused on one Prey and held to their code, but they also knew how to think and the smartest Hunters were old Hunters. Datih was still a Youngblood, but he was not stupid.He rapidly made his way back to the Ooman ship, reaching the open door as a large Prey specimen attacked the Ooman. The Ooman had no weapon except her hybrid knife. He rushed forward and managed to grab hold of the Prey's tail just as it reached out for the Ooman. He pulled backward, halting the forward motion of the Prey. GregGreg looked over his shoulder, watching the uncloaked creature standing against the swarming creatures. He slid to a stop, "GO! RUN!"Sandra looked frightened at him, he shoved her to run and she took off after Hawk, he turned and raised his rifle, opening fire, adding his fire to that of the creature. He emptied a clip, drew the last of his HE grenades, activated it and lobbed it into the mass of dead and squirming bodies.The creature saw the grenade, turned its head to look at Greg, Greg motioned with his arm. "Let's go!"For a moment the creature stood still, then it turned and ran towards Greg's position, Greg reloaded and lay down covering fire, as the last of his round rattled out of the rifle, the grenade detonated. Greg ducked behind the doorframe as shrapnel and body pieces flew down the hallway.He turned and started down the hallway, the creature was either gone or cloaked as he could not see it. He ran as hard as he could, he could still see Hawk and Sandra up ahead. Laura“Nothing can fuck up my day like having my face ripped off by an alien monster.” Laura thought as the creature approached her. She had removed her helmet, and placed her weapon out of reach. She only had her make shift knife available to her.Her options were limited, but she first tried to avoid the conflict. “Nice monster…now go away” Laura said as the thing approached her with purpose and menace.She thought about running, but the cockpit was too cramped, there was really no place to hide.She did not have the time to “Play dead” and see if the thing went after something else. So as the creature lunged at her, she dodged away from its biting jaws.“Missed me” She yelled as a claw came around to rip her in two. She just managed to twist away from it enough, so that when the claw tore open her armored suit, she was not hurt. But the attack gave her an idea. The creature was on top of her now, pinning her to the bulkhead.But before it could attack, the rear ramp of the transport opened up and the good asshole monster was there. It grabbed the creature’s tail and prevented it from getting closer to Laura. That would not save Laura as the creature was still close enough to bite her. The creature’s jaws opened and were aimed at her head!Just as they closed on Laura’s head, she ducked away, and the creature bit into the transport’s main coolant line. The super cool liquid hydrogen sprayed directly into the monster’s face and jaws. Freezing them. Laura took that opportunity to slip away. She watched as the coolant froze the monster's head. Then she slam her makeshift knife into that bulbous head The monster’s head shattered like an ice sculpture.Dead, the good monster pulled the headless creature out of the transport.“Thank You” Laura said as she closed the valve on the ruptured coolant pipe.Greg’s TeamSandra was running as fast as she could. Greg had saved her a few times. She was scared, no doubt about that. But that was not what had gotten her into danger. It was that she was unsure of herself and what to do. Greg did not hesitate. It was amazing to her. He was certain and sure, and thus had saved himself and her.Hawk was just in front of her as they entered the platform building. There was broken ceiling, wires hanging in the hallway, spitting out sparks. In the broken pile of ceiling tiles was a dead monster. Sandra could tell there had been a hell of a fight here.Hawk slowed down as he saw the dead monster, but Sandra knew that in combat, hesitation can get you killed. She grabbed Hawk’s shoulder pulled him some and screamed “KEEP RUNNING”.She got ahead of Hawk, who was now following her. She hit the metal stairway and quickly climbed to the transport platform. There she saw one of other creatures pulling a dead monster from the transport ship. She also heard Sgt Branning yell “Thank You”She wanted to stop and figure this all out, but knew there was no time. She ran right by the new creature and boarded the ship. She took a position to provide cover fire to help Greg, in case he was still being chased. Hawk soon joined her.“Fucking weird” Hawk admitted“The Alien creatures?” Sandra asked“No” Hawk said still in a bit of shock “Sgt Branning made a friend and said thank you” GregGreg raced up onto the landing platform, pausing briefly to see Sargeant Branning in the cockpit, the engines warming up already. One of the cloaked creatures was busy checking on the dead creature. OK fuck, they had to have names, but for now, he just knew that the one on two legs with the mask and dreadlocks was one of the good guys for now.He rushed through the door, noticing two other creatures dropping their cloaks and stepping up to the taller one, they were talking as he punched the button to close the cargo door."We're in, ready for dust off, two minutes remaining."DatihHis two brothers joined him as the Oomans made ready to leave, they reported that the Prey had found enough hosts in the Ooman building and crashed ship to create an army, the Queen was still in the ship, but their sensors picked up that a self destruct has been activated.Datih nodded, they will have to leave, from what he had seen from these warriors, they will not allow anything to remain, they turned to look as the ship took off, then he motioned for his brothers to follow, they activated their cloaks and made their way back to their ship. LauraLaura’s history as a Transport pilot was similar to her record as a marine in the United Space Marines Tactical Assault Squad. Brilliant but toxic to herself and everyone around her. 5 years ago, she had been on a training flight and took her transport down to 100 feet above the ground and flew it between skyscrapers and other urban structures, according to the FAA's preliminary "Pilot Deviation Report". She did not have a waiver "for low-level high-speed flight over populated areas," the incident report had stated.The report went on to declare she had committed "careless or reckless aircraft operation," "unauthorized low-level flying" and failed to comply with a requirement not to exceed 500 knots when flying under 10,000 feet above sea level.When asked why she had done it, her reply was “Train like you’d fight! In fucking combat, that is how I would fly the transport!” She was grounded after investigation.Now Laura was flying the transport exactly like the same way she had flown it 5 years ago. The delay to pick up Greg’s team had put them off the mission timeline. She was determined to make up some of that time by flying at maximum speed. The transport zipped between the weird shadowy rock formations, base structures, and drifting acetylene clouds.Laura piloted the transport directly into one of those clouds. From through the mist, the power plant roof suddenly appeared. Laura pitched up the transport, stopping it forward momentum perfectly as it landed on the roof. Either she had been extremely lucky, or it was some brilliant flying.She opened the rear hatch on the transport, when she saw one of the bad monsters on the roof.“MONSTER AT 8 o’clock” She yelled to the marines in the transport bay of the ship. GregSgt Branning's warning brought a swift end to the creature as all weapons swung that way and unleashed hell upon the creature. The warning started to flicker on Greg's arm screen, "30 seconds! Go, go, go!"Even though Laura had brought the transport up to the extraction point at record speed, they were cutting it very close. Greg rushed to the front, slipping into the co-pilot seat next to Laura."You're not a pilot." She told him flatly, he gave her a slight grin."Neither are you Sargeant."He plugged in his laptop and started downloading the data into the mainframe, as he did that, his hands worked the controls."Go!" Duke yelled from the back, Laura pushed the thrusters and they started to lift off."Fuck, we're not going to make it." She said softly"Don't worry, I got you," Greg muttered, when the bay door light indicated green, he typed a string of commands into the console and suddenly the shuttle overrode all safeties and the thrusters roared as almost three times the maximum allowed fuel got pushed through them.The shuttle screamed upwards, just as a bright white light flashed behind them on the ground and the large ship disintegrated, swallowing up the explosions from the installation. Laura Laura looked over to Greg, as the transport accelerated away from the blast wave. “You are not half bad at providing tech support” She complimented him.They were all going to make it. Laura knew it was over. The twin explosions of the power plant and ancient spaceship had destroyed 30 square miles of the planet's surface. No monster could have survived those blasts. She glanced out the view port and saw Sattari Z-776 growing smaller as they sped away.“Everyone, prepare for hyperdrive” Laura announced to everyone in the transport bay. “It still works, right?” She asked Greg, who was sitting next to her.He smiled and nodded. Laura pushed a few buttons and then engaged the Hyperdrive system.“Is this how all your missions go?” Greg asked. This had been his first mission since joining the unit.“Pretty much” Laura replied as if she had been through this kind of shit a hundred times. But she had to admit this mission had been rougher than normal. Dr Evert poked her head around the corner and grabbed Greg and kissed him. Laura was not sure if Greg welcomed the kiss or even knew it was coming. But it was as hot and passionate as a kiss could be. As the two broke apart, Dr Evert said to Greg “Here is your gun back.” She handed him her gun. “See you when we get back to earth?” She asked. Greg nodded yesWhen the doctor was gone, Laura could not help herself and said “Marine… I think you have one more mission to complete before you are off duty. And I’m counting on you to perform at your best”“What? You ordering me to perform well in bed?” Greg asked, not believing what he was hearing“Yes” Laura answered. “You action on and off duty are a direct reflection of leadership. No "one and done"… I want you to fuck her all night long, until she is fully satisfied.” Laura ordered.Greg laughed “I understand and will comply”EpilogDuke and the team all received medals.Dr Evert returned with mountains of data on both aliens they had encountered. Of special note, she had been completely satisfied by Greg when they returned to earth.Snake, unknown to anyone on the team, had also brought back one of the unhatched eggs that he had placed in statis. He received the highest award for the mission. The egg was secreted away and not given to Dr Evert. Snake was taken off Duke's team and placed on special assignment. Epilogue 2Datih, A'dqiinth, and Do'sall successfully escaped the planet and returned to their planet with trophies of their kills, recordings of their battle, and new information on the humans they had encountered. As newly blooded hunters, they were welcomed into their families and they joined the Great Hunt. Finding new prey and hunting them to add to the first Prey trophies.Epilogue 3The Xenomorphs were completely wiped outThis is the end of the story, thank you for reading along

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The Post (Athos & Lovelygirl11)

543 Esther Street10:55 pmLocated in the industrial section of town, this street is filled with warehouses. During the day, it is a bustling area as trucks are being constantly loaded and unloaded with all manner of goods. Yet as night begins to fall, it quickly becomes deserted. Streetlights are few and far between in this area and there are shadows everywhere. It is a quiet place, almost surreal, in which darkness seems to dance with the light. Like the other buildings on this street, 543 is a warehouse, looking rather old and dilapidated. It is doubtful that it has been used for anything other than a haven for rodents in many years.As eleven o’clock approaches, a finely polished black Lincoln Towncar turns a corner and begins to approach the address. It drives slowly and purposefully before coming to a complete stop in front of the building. The windows have been tinted black, making it virtually impossible to see who or what might be inside. All the doors are locked except for the rear door facing the warehouse. The car waits, idling quietly, seeming neither anticipatory nor impatient. Grace had let the strangers phone call sink into her head the night before. The caller had promised immortality, she figured it was all a hoax, but always curious, she played along to see what would happen. Earlier that day she had done as the stranger informed her to do. She told all her friends and family she was going away on a European getaway, and that they would not be able to reach her for a while. A few asked questions of her, but she just brushed them off.As the sun began to set that night, she wore what he told her to,black dress, high heels, a necklace and earrings of whatever design you wish,Her black halter dress was her favorite, it fitted her curve beautifully, and she had pinned her blond hair on top of her head, with a few tendrils hanging down. She wore a simple gold chain and gold hoop earring, and to complete the look, pretty heels with a bow in the back. She finished her makeup, a little blush, mascara to accent her sky blue eyes, and gloss for her soft lips. She grabbed the note on the counter where she wrote the address, "543 Esther Street," she repeated to herself. It wasn't far from her, so she decided to walk.Grave shut the lights and closed the door and headed out, she walked about five blocks and turned onto Esther Street, not far from where she was, she saw the black Towncar, sitting there, almost as if it was waiting for her. She walked to it and pulled on the handle. The door opened with ease and she slid into the back seat and closed the door. She sat there quietly as instructed and waited..... Almost immediately upon Grace’s entry the car begins to move, pulling forward and then making a left. Inside, the windows to either side and behind have been tinted so much that it is impossible to see out. The driver has been masked by a large mirrored barrier that has been placed between the front and back seats.The doors to either side lock as the car begins to increase its speed, filling the compartment with a sudden thud. In the upper left corner there is a black security camera which has angled downward to capture the entire area. From the front of it emanates a bright red light that indicates it is indeed recording.Located in directly in front of the seat is a small plastic pouch that contains a black cell phone with a small note attached to it that says:Press send now. Grace's fear level begins to rise as the car moves and becomes faster. She is pretty much thrown back into her seat as it speeds along. It's so dark in the back of the car except for the small red light that illuminates the back enough for Grace to notice a bulge in the seat pocket in front of her.She reaches forward and pulls out a small black cellphone with the note"Press send now", Grace flips open the phone and presses "send", she hears it ring and then a click as someone on the other end picks up the phone. At the moment that the phone connects, he is watching her intently through the monitor. He can see the look of growing fear on the woman’s face as the car begins to speed up, and allows a slow grin to play across his lips as he puts the phone to his ear. In truth, part of him hadn’t expected her to show up. Most women wouldn’t have and the fact that she did meant that she had potential. It was now time to see whether she could harness it.“Grace,” He says softly into the phone. “I am delighted that you chose to come out tonight. I can see that you seem to have managed to follow my instructions to this point, but I wonder if you’ve followed them all.”It had been easy enough to confirm that she had spoken to her family members about going on vacation. In fact everything was seeming to go perfectly thus far, and that was worrisome. He had learned long ago to distrust situations that seemed to good to be true.“Tell me, Grace. Are you wearing any underwear?” Grace listened to the soft British voice on the other side of the phone as he spoke. He questioned her as to see if she followed all his rules.“Tell me, Grace. Are you wearing any underwear?”Grace blushed, he did say black dress, shoes, jewelry andnothing else."No I'm not, " she whispered as if someone could hear her. "No I'm not.”His grin widened despite himself. Underwear was such an easy thing to overlook; most people put them on without even thinking about it. That Grace had listened to every detail of his instructions, and followed them precisely filled him with excitement. There were many trials in her immediate future with a far more serious nature to them and this small thing gave him hope that she would prevail.“Good girl,” He responded, deciding that now was the best time to indulge himself in a little mischief. “Now I want you to pull up the hem of your dress so I can look at you, then I want you to tell me about the first time you ever had sex. While you do this, I want you to start to touch yourself.” You want me to do what?Grace hesitated, "Um, what does that have to do with immortality? Is this a joke? Where are you anyway?" Grace was beginning to think that perhaps she had gotten in over her head now. She shifted uncomfortably in the seat inadvertently hiking her dress up anyway. “Um, what does that have to do with immortality?”He resisted the urge to snort out loud. She was obviously intelligent and strong willed. That was good, but he needed to instil obedience in her if she was going to survive what was in store for her.“Directly?” He responded a moment later. “Nothing. Indirectly, everything. We are quickly approaching the point of no return, Grace. You have a chance now to walk away, but that chance is rapidly disappearing. This is no joke. What I am offering you is real, but you have to be willing to dowhateverI tell you no matter how embarrassing or silly it might seem at the time.”He paused and leaned forward, pressing a button that would signal the driver. Within moments, the car pulled over and the door closest to Grace unlocked.“You may leave, or you may do what I’ve asked. Think hard before making your choice. If you stay then you may not question me again. There is a reason that immortality isn’t given to everyone, the way is difficult and dangerous and I must be sure you are ready for it.” Grace listen intently to the phantom voice on the phone telling her she could walk away, or stay. Grace was no coward and never backed away from a challenge, that's why when the car stopped and the door unlocked, she pushed the button right back down to re lock the door.Difficult and dangerous, were the two words that rang in her mind. She could deal with difficult, she had most of her life, but dangerous? Only time would tell just how dangerous this would turn out to be."Ok, I'll stay, and won't question you again," as she answered, she puled her dress the rest of the way up revealing her shaved pussy. She stretched out her legs, across the floor of the back seat. "Tell you of my first experience you said? It was horrible." Grace reached down between her lips complying with the last part of the request. "After ten minutes of foreplay and the bastard taking my virginity, he went limp, and that was that." Grace stroked herself slowly, and she could feel her hand getting wet as she touched herself for the mystery man on the phone. He chuckled softly watching with keen interest as the girl began to touch herself, she was truly beautiful and he felt more than a little excitement at seeing her perform for him.“That sounds less than satisfying,” He replied, his voice lilting pleasantly as he spoke. “Move your fingers a little faster, Grace.”He waited for a few more moments, simply watching the act, before speaking again. “Since your first time was less than enjoyable, I want you to tell me about your best time.” Move faster, god this guy is a pervert! This better be worth it!Grace began stroking her clit faster, and she began to breath a little heavier. "My best time? A trip to Rome, one night stand with a sexy Italian," She was trying to catch her breath since she was making herself feel so good. "He showed me things in bed, that I nev-" The pressure was mounting in Grace's body, she dropped the phone on the seat as she thought of Paolo, her fingers working so quickly now to bring herself to climax. He could tell from the heaviness of her breath that she was getting close to orgasm. His thigh muscles clenched instinctively as he saw her drop the phone. His words were obviously having the desired effect. She was now in a place approaching pure pleasure and he had to admit he was enjoying every second of it.He broke his gaze from the monitor for a moment to signal the driver once more. The car started to move again and he knew that they would be nearing their destination soon. Part of him regretted that this moment of mischief had to come to an end, but he was quickly reminded that there were far more important matters to attend to.He didn’t bother to speak while he knew the phone was lying on the seat, so it contented himself with listening to her heavy breathing and watching her continue.Ten minutes later, the car began to slow and then came to an abrupt stop. He watched the monitor intently, waiting for Grace to pick up the phone once more so that he could deliver her next set of instructions. It didn't take grace long to bring herself to climax, her moans filling the back of the car. As she came, she felt a warm gush over her hand, and blushed. She remembered she was being watched and tried to straighten herself up. She fumbled for the phone on the seat and picked it up. She hoped she didn't mess things up. "Hello, are you still there?" "Hello, are you still there?"He was indeed there, but his attention had been drawn to something else at the moment. While she had been climaxing, he had received several messages. Things were nearly in place for Grace’s next test. His stomach clenched slightly as he began to speak, an indication of a feeling he had not felt in a very long time.Nervousness.“Yes I’m here,” He replied, the mischief now gone entirely from his voice. “As you are no doubt aware, the car has stopped. In a moment your door will unlock, when that happens you will exit the vehicle, bringing the phone with you as you do. Outside you will find a large building, go in through the front then take a left and enter the first room on the right. Do you understand?” Grace nodded as she heard her instructions,"Yes I do." As she answered, the car door opened and she opened the door and got out. She looked up at the building, as it loomed over her. It was menacing in a way, almost took on a life of its own.She entered and went left as instructed, phone gripped in her hand. She walked about fifteen paces until she came to the first door on the right and opened it. It was stark and only housed a single metal chair. "Are you still there? I'm in the room," She pushed the door shut as she finished talking. The door to the room was locked almost immediately upon being shut, sealing Grace inside. After a few seconds the lights flickered brighter, revealing a man who was standing on the opposite side of the room with his arms crossed.Though not particularly tall, his body was powerfully built and rippled with sinewy muscle. His head was shaved completely bare and his piercing blue eyes radiated menace. His arms were covered in various tattoos, some looking as if they had been professional done while others were obviously amateur in nature.“Grace,” The voice spoke over the phone. “This is your first real test. The price of immortality is steep and will require you to commit acts you never thought you were capable of. The man before you is Edward Rolph Scott, a convicted rapist.”The voice paused for a moment before continuing. “I have secured his release from prison for to serve a purpose in our little exercise. A moment from now, I am going to hang up. A moment after that, Scott will receive permission to do whatever he wants with you.”“Your only chance lies in a loaded gun I have had placed underneath the chair in the middle of the room. Scott doesn’t know it’s there and I will not tell him. The choice you have to make is whether you’re willing to kill to save yourself. Make it quickly and act without hesitation or face the consequences.”As soon as the voice finished speaking the phone went dead. The man standing before did not speak or move and for a moment there was silence. Then as if on cue, a cellular phone located in the man’s pocket began to ring. Without a word he put it is ear, a frightening grin playing across his features as he listened to the voice on the other end. A second later, the man clicked off the phone.With the terrifying smile still on his face, he started toward Grace. Christ, a rapist? Well at least there is a gun, now just to get to it.As Grace's phone clicked off, she heard another ring. She saw the man begin to move toward her. She knew exactly what she had to do. As he neared her and put his hands on her shoulders, she wrenched her knee up hard into his balls. As he released her, she threw her phone and clasped her hands together, slamming him into the back. She spun around and kicked the chair over and ripped the gun from the tape that secured it to the chair. *POP* she shot one knee cap, *POP* then the other. The man wailed in pain as blood spilled onto the floor. She held the gun steady, was she going to kill him, or just make him suffer? A third *POP* and she hit his right shoulder as a phone rang again..... Tristan heard the shots from where he sat, across the hall. Through his monitor he watched as Grace fired one, two and then three shots into her would-be attacker. She hadn’t hesitated even in the slightest to put down the threat and he respected her for that, but it wasn’t enough. As he watched her look toward the phone he made a decision. Standing up, pulled on his black overcoat and brushed a lock of his long blond hair from his face.He began to walk purposefully toward the door. Passing into the hallway, he made the distance in little under ten steps and quickly unlocked the door. Pulling it open, he strode confidently into the room his powerful gaze surveying the scene before him.Grace stood over her attacker, gun still in her hand. On the floor, Scott continued to whimper as his life blood continued to drain out of his body, settling in a large pool on the floor around him. Tristan tried, but failed to hide a sneer at the man’s utter weakness.“Finish it, Grace.” He commanded his voice solid as stone. “This filth does not deserve to live.” Grace didn't flinch as the door opened, she watched as the other man entered surveying the scene. That's when she heard the familiar British voice, her elusive mystery man. Her eyes got steely as he instructed her to finish of the attacker. Without a moments pause, she pulled the trigger for a fourth time *POP* the blood splattered from the rapists temple as his body slumped to the floor. The smoke was still trailing from the barrel as Grace turned to the stranger. "So we finally meet, I'm Grace." She was so nonchalant in her introduction, "But you already knew that, so you are?" And you are?Tristan stepped toward Grace, reaching out and grasping her chin with his hand. He focused on her a piercing on her, appraising her. “You’re certainly tougher than you look, Grace Miller.” He said after a moment.Stepping back, he brushed another lock of his long blond hair away from his face. He had fair skin, pale almost to the point of sickly. His body was thin, giving him the look of someone barely out of his teens. The intensity with which his green eyes shown betrayed knowledge and wisdom of someone far, far older.“My name is Tristan.” He said softly. “I am your ticket to immortality.”As he grinned his lips furled, showing for the first time a set of pointed fangs. Grace just figured the man that entered must have been some sort of training operative or something, the way he stood there. Perhaps she was being trained for some mission or something. Then he spoke his name,Tristan,The name suited him she thought to herself. Grace was readying herself to ask him more question when she saw his fangs. She dropped the gun to the floor and backed up. Perhaps she had gotten in way over her head.Immortality,it all made sense to her now, he was there to turn her into a vampire to live forever. This is the one thing she never expected to happen. Tristan began to chuckle as he watched the woman in front of him backed up against the wall in shock. He tended to have that effect on people. What interested him was not that she was frightened, that was far from unusual, but that cogs of her mind still continued to turn behind her pretty blue eyes. No doubt she was putting the pieces together.“That’s right.” He responded to her unspoken thought. “Immortality, life unending, a chance to walk this world until the end of time and its yours.”Turning his gaze from her he bent over and picked up the gun, expertly disarming it. “You shot well,” He told her, his tone conversational. “Have you had training?” He knew she was thinking all of this over , that she perhaps maybe should have rethought her decision."My father was a cop, he took me to the range with him. He always wanted me to be prepared." Her eyes fell to the floor. Her father had been killed in the line of duty by a sniper, she never really recovered from that. Her father was her world.A surge of confidence filled her mind, "So Tristan, what is your master plan then? Kill me here and turn me to be like you? For what purpose?", her father always told her to never show fear, in any circumstance. “My master plan?” Tristan replied, a hint of incredulity evident in his voice.The phrase seemed so melodramatic to him, but he supposed it fit the situation. She’d passed this test, but was she ready for what he was offering him? He wasn’t sure. She seemed so young. “I suppose it is, at that. But now that I know what you can do, I want to know who you are.”He took a step towards her, his finger running over her cheek and down her neck. “Tell me why you want to live forever.” He whispered delicately in her ear. Grace cocked her head to the side as he touched her. “Tell me why you want to live forever.”, she could only think of one answer, "Who wouldn't want to? Death is such a horrible thing, grief, mourning, and then in a month you're forgotten about." Tristan took in her words, surprised at the innocent honesty of them. “Grace,” He all but whispered her name, looking deeply into her eyes. “Do you know how long it is since I’ve talked spoken to my father or played with my sisters? Nearly a thousand years. If you do this, you will still know grief and mourning as everyone you love grows old and dies. Youwillbe forgotten.” Grace looked Tristan square in the eye, "There is no one here for me. My mother ran off when I was five, making my father raise his only daughter. At eighteen a sniper killed him, that was five years ago. So Tristan, no, there is no one to grieve for. Who? My aunt and a few cousins that I barely see? The ones you made me call, who would think I decided to stay in Europe? Now you know my story, yet you still have avoided my question. Why the post? What is this all for?" Grace would not back down from him, even if he was a vampire, he seemed pretty civilized. ”Why the post? What is this all for?”Tristan sighed softly as he replied; regret showing plainly on his face. “My people are dying, Grace.” He told her. “We’ve been brought to the brink of extinction by our own hubris. We’ve spent centuries following only our desires, turning the weak, creating animals instead of immortals. It’s no wonder the humans have hunted us. We need to replenish our species with those who can rise above simple instinct and turn their gift into something worthy of eternity.”He took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the blood pumping in her veins that was beginning to fill the air. It smelled so sweet and like an addict he was drawn to it. Absently he wondered how long it had been since he’d fed, a few days certainly. He’d been so entranced with Grace since the moment she called that all other matters had ceased to be important.Reaching forward again, he grabbed her by the throat and pulled her to him. His grip was firm, like iron, but it did not choke. With fire in his eyes, he pressed his lips to hers in a forceful kiss.“If I give you what you seek,” He murmured, holding her in place. “What willyoudo with it?” Grace listened intently as he told her of his plight. She actually began to feel bad for Tristan as he told his story. Of course it would make sense you would want to make your race stronger if it were dying out, any race would do that. It was then she was snapped out of her thoughts as he grabbed her by the neck and drew her to him. His lips were ice cold on her warm skin, it sent a shiver through her bones. As he pulled back and asked his question,she took a moment to think. "Whatever you asked of me Tristan.", her answer was simple and to the point, he needed to rebuild his race, she had no one left in the world, why not take that chance and help him? ”Whatever you asked of me, Tristan.”She had said.One look in her eyes confirmed the truth of the statement. She would be his. He let himself breathe in her scent, licking his lips at the deliciousness of it. He wanted her blood and her body, and was determined to possess both.Without a word, he tore her dress from her body, the fabric ripping noisily in his hands. He pinned her against the wall and shamelessly explored her with his hands. He squeezed her breasts roughly with his fingers, revelling in the warmth of her skin. It had been so long since he’d been warm, he tingled with the sensation.Staring deeply into her eyes, he asked no permission as his fingers penetrated her. He thrust them into her over and over again while rubbing his thumb in circle over her clit. He wanted her to gush over him as she had in the car, just once before he turned her. Grace never expected what happened next, without a word, he tore her dress in two, he entire body exposed to him. She felt his ice cold hands on her breasts, it made her shiver to feel such coldness. She let out a sigh as he massaged her fair skin. Her eyes grew wide as he plunged his fingers in her wet pussy, the velvety warmness surrounding his fingers. She didn't flinch, she didn't recoil, she let him take her right then and there with his hand. "Mmm Tristan, yes," Grace moaned in his ear. There was something about the chill of his fingers that excited her even more. Her muscles clamped down on his fingers as he relentlessly pushed into her. "Tristan, I, um, you are, oh god, mmmmmmm." Grace blessed him with his wish and her juices flowed like a river over his hand. She held tight to him as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed from her. She looked at him,"Thank you Tristan," was all that needed to be said. Looking Grace in the eyes he leaned forward and kissed her once more, softly and tenderly. “No Grace,” He replied softly. “Thank you.” His entire body felt as if it was on fire. He hungered for her blood so badly that he could no longer even keep his fangs hidden, giving him a predatory look. His breath was coming in rapid gasps as he spoke his next words. “Before I turn you,” He whispered in hear ear. “I will grant you one request. Make it quickly before I lose control.” Grace relished the kiss, it was like fire and ice combining in one swift touch. Once she saw the fangs, she knew it was getting close to the time of the immortality he promised. Then unexpected to Grace, he would grant her one wish. Well, if she was to wander the earth as the living dead for eternity, she would make the request Angkor one. "Tristan, make me your partner, not just some simple minion of yours that you use to turn ohers to rebuild. I want to stand by your side after you change me. You know I would be so good for you." Tristan couldn’t help but chuckle. Even after all of this, Grace still had a sense of innocence about her that drew him in. “A partner.” He repeated, as if mulling the idea over. “You will have to learn much, if you wish that. Work hard and you will have what you seek.” His tone was not condescending, but matter-of-fact. There was so much she didn’t know and couldn’t understand and what would happen in the next few seconds might well shatter her completely.His eyes hardened and he took her throat in his hand, pulling her close. His breath was like ice as he panted uncontrollably. He didn’t speak or try to comfort her, for there was no way to lessen what was about to happen. Open his mouth he bit down hard on her neck, his fangs piercing deep into her skin.Blood poured from her as he opened her jugular and he lost himself in his blood lust. He drank for what seemed like eternity, cradling Grace in his arms and gently lowering her to the floor as he took from her the very essence of life.Only when she had finally died, did he take a breath. Though his face as well as well as most of his upper body was covered in blood, he just sat there looking down at her still form. Softly, he brushed a strand of blood-soaked hair from her face.He did not rush the turning, for he knew the power of the blood was strong. When he was ready, he cut open his wrist with his fangs, allowing his blood to flow into Grace’s mouth. It didn’t take long, mere seconds, before her body began to respond.It would be several hours before she awoke, hungry and near-mad with blood lust. Standing up, he began to move to the doorway. It would be hours before Grace awoke, transformed and near mad with blood hunger. He would have to find someone appropriate for her first feeding. Fair enough, she thought. She was after all beginning a life she knew nothing about. She would have to learn a whole new way of existing. She was sure with Tristan's guidance, she would be able to achieve the reward she asked for.Grace felt his ice cold hand on her throat as he pulled her close. She only gasped as he bit into her, not a scream, not a whimper, but a gasp of pleasure, not of pain. She felt her life being drained from her as he drank of her blood. She never struggled or tried to push him away, but accepted her fate in his arms. Grace's world grew dark as he slowly killed her, she felt no fear, only peace. As she breathed her last breath, she slumped lifeless in his arms.She lay there covered in her own blood, still looking like an angel. As her mouth hung open slowly, Tristan poured his blood into it. It invaded her body without her ever even having to swallow it. The venom flowed through her veins, changing and turning Grace from human to one like Tristan. It tool hold of her body and her heart began to beat once more. She slept as the venom completed it's transformation. Grace was now a vampire like Tristan.After hours of rest, Grace's eyes began to open, red and thirsty for blood. She sat up and looked around, and saw she was alone. She looked down and her skin was so pale now, almost white. Grace did not react as a crazed hungry newborn, rather she sat there, marveling at her new life, she was hungry, but knew, in time, her first meal would come to her. Tristan let out a low growl as he side-stepped the man’s punch. This was the last place he had expected to find the Inquisition looking for him. Though the world had thought it ended centuries ago, Tristan knew that the Inquisition would never die. His kind and all others deemed “unnatural” would be hunted forever.Pulling his fist back Tristan countered with a punishing blow to the man’s stomach, doubling him over and likely causing internal injuries. From behind, he felt three Magnum slugs enter his back. Turning, he bared his fangs at a second man dressed in black.“You’re kidding right?” He asked his attacker. “I am nearly a thousand years old and you’re using that...toy?” Speaking out into the darkness of the alleyway he said. “Samuel, please kill this fool.”A split second after his command, muzzle flare flashed from behind the second man as Tristan’s driver, Sam Mackenzie, delivered an expert shot to the back of his head. Tristan didn’t miss a beat and as soon as the man was dead, he returned his attention on his first attacker.“He’s the lucky one, you know.” Tristan told him. “He gets to be bug food, and you get to be dinner.”----Tristan returned to Grace with his attacker bound and slung over his shoulder. Upon finding her already awake and sitting up, he was surprised that she was controlling her hunger so well. Normally the newly turned were insatiable.“Grace, can you hear me?” He spoke to her with his tone soft but firm, he was determined to have her attention. “I’ve brought you someone to feed on.”He took no care as he threw the bound man from his shoulder onto the floor and even relished the groan of pain that came from it. “Kill him,” He ordered Grace. “And don’t be too quick about it, savour the blood.” Grace's eyes flashed as Tristan entered with the man. She cocked her head to the side as he flung he man to the floor. "Yes Trisssssstan, I can hear you." Grace could smell the blood pulsing through the humans body. She sat and inhaled the sweet scent, relishing her new found senses. She smiled at Tristan as he told beer to kill the man, now revealing razor sharp fangs that hung down. "With pleasure, Tristan."Grace crawled on top of the man, and straddled him on his waist. She was naked and quite a beauty to look at, even if she was a deadly predator now. She saw the man's eyes look over her body in lust, not knowing that she was recently turned. Grace laid down on the man, sprawling across his chest, her bare breasts pressing into his clothing. She actually felt her victim get hard, as her thighs pressed against his. She leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Thank you for being my first," it was almost as if Grace was thanking him like a virgin would to her first lover.Grace positioned her mouth over the mans jugular. She could hear the blood rushing through his body, and the scent was really strong now. Grace pushed, and her fangs entered the man's flesh. He blood flowed over her tongue. It tasted like the sweetest cherry wine to her. She paid no attention to his screams, she only drank deeply, draining him of his very life. She drank for over ten minutes. She tortured him, drinking and then pulling off, then drinking again, she did this repeatedly until her victim fell silent, and there was no more movement in his limbs. Grace finally pulled off of him and rose to Tristan, blood still on her lips and chin. "Thank you Tristan, for everything you have given me. I hope I will serve you well." Grace bowed her head to him as a show of respect to the man who had given her a whole new life. Tristan watched intently as Grace delivered his vengeance to the man who had sought to murder him. To say it was sweet to watch would have been an understatement. Seeing Grace, still completely nude, sucking the life from his would-be murder caused Tristan immense pleasure.When, finally, the last of the man’s life had ebbed, Grace had gotten up and turned to him. Droplets of blood had flowed from her sweet lips and down her ivory skin as she had spoken to him. Her voice had been like velvet to his ears as she had spoken.“I hope I will serve you well.”There was no doubt in his mind that she would. In fact she had already exceeded his every expectation. Taking her chin in his hand he leaned forward and slowly ran his tongue up her neck, licking up the remaining blood before he pressed his lips to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth.Her taste coupled with the sweet tang of blood threatened to drive him wild with desire. He had intended to leave quickly with her. There was no doubt that the Inquisitors would be looking for him now that they knew where he was, but he could not help himself.Pushing Grace hard to the floor, he climbed on top of her, determined to have possessed her in every form imaginable before the night was over. Grace cooed as Tristan's tongue trailed over her. It felt good on her now ice cold skin. His kiss was one she craved, her tongue danced over his fangs, probing and pushing into his mouth. He sired her and she desired him more now that she had eaten. Her bare body pressed against him, enticing him even further.Grace smiled as he pushed her to the floor, "Mmm Tristan, do you want this body? Do you long to feel what is like to be inside me?" Grace teased him, seeing just how far she could push him. "Mmm Tristan, do you want this body? Do you long to feel what is like to be inside me?"Tristan couldn’t think, his desire was for her was so strong. He didn’t respond as his hands ran roughly over her body, forcing her legs apart. Thinking back on it later, Tristan didn’t even remember pulling down his pants. Before he knew what he was doing, he was inside her thrusting powerfully.“God, Grace. You’re so beautiful.” He murmured as unable to keep from sinking his fangs into her skin over and over again, relishing the taste of her as he took her. Grace's eyes grew wide as he parted her legs and slipped into her wet sex. He was quite powerful and she enjoyed being taken by him "Yes, Tristan, more." Grace wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him nearer. He felt so good, the roughness turned her on even more. Then she felt him bite into her over and over and she moaned and howled in ecstasy. His bites heightened the sexual pleasure, it was like a drug. Grace let Tristan have his way, she would do anything for him, she was indebted to Tristan for saving her in a way from the mundane life as a human. Whatever Tristan wanted, Grace would surely give it to him. Tristan worked in her, making soft growling noises as he did. Waves of pleasure washed over him threatening to dissolve his control. Grace felt amazing underneath him, the coolness of her skin every bit as exotic the warmth had been hours ago.As Grace begged for more, Tristan grabbed her wrists and held her to the floor as he pounded his stiff member deep inside her. “You want to be mine?” He whispered in her ear. “You want to belong to me?” Grace smirked as Tristan grabbed her wrists, "Tristan looks like you already know me well. Pinned down and at your mercy." Grace thrust her hip up over and over to match his thrusts. He was powerful, but she wanted him to know she could match him when it came to sex."Do you want to be mine? Do you want to belong to me?, his words rang through her mind. She wanted that more than anything. He made her what she was, she wanted to be his all along "Yes, Tristan, I want to belong to you." Grace could feel her body get close to climax, Tristan was so close to bringing her over the edge. Tristan could feel Grace’s muscles beginning to tense and could hear the need in her voice. “I want you to come for me, right here right now.” He told her as he continued pounding into her. His teeth sank into one of her breasts and he found the taste of her blood intoxicating. He didn’t worry about damaging her, for as a member of the undead she would heal within seconds. As he worked in her, he felt himself begin to tense as well. It wouldn’t be long before he filled her with his seed. It didn't take her long to cum for him, once he sank his fangs into her breast, she screamed in ecstasy and flooded his cock in her juices. Grace came so hard for him, she could feel her cum drip from her body onto the floor below them. "Ah Tristan, you are simply amazing. I could take you all he time." She leaned up and kissed him hard as their bodies both came down from their orgasms. Grace could get very used to this. Tristan breathed deeply of Grace’s scent, revelling in the lingering ecstasy of her body. Though still taut with desire, he found thought more easily now. The Inquisitors were coming for him and he knew that the two fools in the alleyway were not the only ones tracking him this evening.He didn’t speak much as he stood up and clothed himself. “Time to get up Grace,” He told her quietly. “There’s still more work to be done before we get the rest and talk.”Walking over to where Grace had dropped the gun, he kicked it over to her. “Pick it up.” He commanded simply. “If you see anyone who looks like a priest, shoot to kill. If the gun jams, rip out their throats.”From inside his coat, Tristan pulled out his cell and dialled a number. It wasn’t long before another voice spoke over the speaker. “Sir, they’ve got men on every exit.” The voice said with a think Scottish accent. “Duncan and I can try to get to you, but I’m doubtful of success.”Tristan knew that the Church would only send their best and even Mac and Duncan, his faithful bodyguards and former SAS operatives, would be little more than a distraction for them.“Don’t throw away your lives,” Tristan responded curtly. “Just be ready when we come out.”“Aye sir, but how will we know where you’ll be?” Responded the voice.“Easy,” Tristan said with a grim smirk. “Just look for the nude blond, covered in blood and shooting anything that moves.” Grace didn't ask questions as Tristan kicked the gun to her. She picked up the gun and cocked it ready to fire.Rip their throats out, huh? Oh this is going to be fun.Grace was ready, if anyone were to harm either her or Tristan, she would kill them by any means.She stayed close to Tristan as they moved through the halls. Her hearing was now so keen, that when she heard the shuffle of feet, almost a hundred feet away, her gun was positioned and ready to fire. The first man stepped from the corridor in front of them, and Grace fired, hitting him right between the eyes. All that training with her father would come in handy that night. She continued to move with Tristan toward an exit, she spun around and hit another in the chest, each man falling with a single shot. As Tristan kicked open the exit door, three men were standing waiting for them. The first was easy to hit, since it was unexpected that a naked woman would emerge with Tristan, much less be carrying a weapon. The second, larger one was a bit of a challenge, he managed to grab her wrist, and she bit down on it, almost breaking a bone. Grace managed to shoot him in the stomach and watched him fall also.As she aimed for the third, she pulled the trigger and the gun clicked, empty. Grace threw the gun to the ground, and sprung at the third victim. Her nails dug into his chest, and she screamed in pain. She then pushed his head to the side and tore into his neck, giving him little time to resist. She tore his flesh as she pulled off him and gave Tristan her hand, "Now what?", Grace wondered why so many would be after him. He had done nothing wrong, he just gave her a new life, no punishment should come for that. Tristan watched, impressed, as Grace fought her way down the hall. She was certainly coming into her new found powers. As the last man died, Tristan checked behind him. There was nothing to be seen, but he knew they would be treating them with far more respect now.He sniffed the air, allowing his keen senses to speak to him. There were two more teams inside the building. There was no gun oil in the air, so that meant crossbows.“We have to get to the street.” He replied simply, glancing at her. “Hmm, after tonight I’ll have to wonder why you can’t go everywhere nude.” He chuckled softly at his last comment as he drew a long dagger from within his coat.Motioning for Grace to follow, he headed quickly down the hall toward the entrance. He felt more than saw as the team of masked men approached from behind. Instinctively, he dived toward them, pulling Grace to the ground as he did. He felt the displacement in the air as the first wooden arrow passed just over his head before embedding itself into the wall.Moving gracefully, Tristan executed a perfect somersault and came up within arm’s reach of the first crossbow wielder. Without hesitation, Tristan stuck the knife inside the man’s stomach and gutted him with expert precision. By the time the second and third men knew what was happening, Tristan had gutted one of them as well and then slipped behind the other and slit his throat.“My car will be waiting across the street,” Tristan instructed. “When you exit the building, do not run in a straight line. Get to the car as quickly as possible. My men will be providing cover, so don’t get in their way.”He paused for just a second to let his words sink in before grabbing Grace’s wrist and forcing her out the front door with a loud “Go!” Grace followed Tristan closely, she two could tell others were in the building, but her senses were not as keen as his yet. She had no idea there were crossbows at the ready to kill them both. It all happened so fat, she hit the ground as Tristan dove at them. She saw the arrows fly by in a fury, almost gasping hoping Tristan was safe. She saw she had nothing to worry about as he made quick work of their attackers, he was very precise in his actions, the dagger was coated in blood as he killed the last man.As he looked at her, she nodded as his instructions. If she was to reach the car, she would have to snake back and forth, and watch for his guards. As Tristan pushed her from the building, Grace spotted the car and the two large men on either end of it. Grace began to run, and she heard bullets wizzing past her, there were more men on the roof, trying to kill her. She snaked back and seamlessly dodging the bullets aimed at her. There was gunfire coming from every direction, but she focused on the car. She reached the door and pulled it open quickly, slamming it behind her. She was trying to catch her breath as she sat alone, the sound of gunfire still outside the car. She waited for Tristan, but there was no sign of him. She waited to see if he too would survive and return to her. Tristan watched as Grace ran across the street, ducking and weaving like she had been instructed. From his small vantage point, he could see Sam leaning out of the passenger window, firing his Mac-10 submachine gun at a group of unseen gunmen. Behind the wheel, Tristan knew Duncan was waiting for his order to go.Keying his cell phone, he send a text to Duncan giving him that order. Within seconds, the town car peeled off and sped away at high speed. With his dagger still in hand, Tristan smiled and began his hunt.With Grace safe, he could do what needed to be done without endangering her life. Grace sat for another moment and heard a phone ring from the picket of one of Tristan's men. Before she could even think, the car lurched forward without Tristan. "Where are you going? He's still in there! You can't leave without him!" Grace tried to open the door but it was locked. She turned to look out the back window and saw nothing of him, how could they have just left him, alone to fend for himself? Tristan literally strolled across the rooftop, through the gunfire, all but daring his attackers to hit him. In his hand he carried his dagger, the only weapon he had at the moment. To his left a masked figure jumped out, armed with a sharpened stake, and attempted to thrust it into his chest. The man was quick and Tristan only caught his wrist after the sharpened wood had begun to enter his flesh.He wouldn’t have described the feeling as pain, at least not in the way mortals felt it. The presence of the wood in his system had more of a draining effect on his strength. Whereas his response, a counter thrust with his dagger into the man’s stomach, would not have caused him difficulty he now felt the strain of combat.Tristan didn’t make a sound as the man dropped to the ground and he pulled the stake from his chest. Any deeper and his long life would have been over. That realization damaged his pride and forced him back into reality. The excitement of having Grace and turning her had left him unfocused and dim-witted.A dangerous combination.Breaking into a fast run, Tristan launched himself without care from the rooftop. A second later he landed neatly on the top of the building next door and proceeded away, blending with the shadows in a way that only a true predator can.When he was a safe distance away, he keyed his phone and called Grace. “I’m sorry to leave you hanging my dear.” He told her. “But I needed to be sure you were safely away before the big guns arrive. Duncan and Sam will be taking you to the airport where my private jet will be waiting. I will meet you there as soon as I can and we will speak more.” Grace was still panicked when she heard the phone ring. She was so relieved to hear Tristan's voice. He was alive, but his voice sounded shaky, she knew something had happened, but dare not ask him. "Airport, yes, ok, um Tristan, I hate to be a bother, but you you think, perhaps, you could have a set of clothes for me also? I am getting a bit self conscious running around like this." Grace didn't want to be to demanding, but eventually the woman would have to cover up and be able to move about without everyone drawing attention to a naked body running around.The car pulled up to the jet, it was quite large, at every turn, Tristan surprised her. How did he acquire such a large plane? What did he actually do to get it? She was so curious, but she knew in time, he would tell her what she needed to know. Grace boarded the jet and pulled a blanket and wrapped it around herself, before settling in a seat. Now it was a waiting game, she hoped that soon she would see his face enter the jet and greet her once again. “There will be clothes and a shower waiting for you on the plane.” Tristan replied, amusement evident in his tone. In the rush of things, he had completely forgotten that she was naked. As he made his way over the rooftops and through the streets, he kept his senses open for any sign of pursuit.“Though I rather like the idea of having you continue to walk around in the nude.” He added coyly. He detected no sign that the Inquisition was following him. For such a large scale operation, he had to admit that he was surprised at how uncoordinated they had been.It took him a little more than an hour to reach the airport and board the plane. Upon seeing Grace cuddled up underneath a blanket, he smiled. “Rough night, hmm?” He said nodding to Duncan, who moved silently into the cockpit to tell the pilot that all were aboard. “I’m sure that saying you have questions is a bit of an understatement. Now that you’ve been turned, I will deny you nothing. Simply ask and you will receive.” The first thing she did was move to Tristan as she boarded the plane. She hugged and held him, "You're alright. I was worried when they took off in the car without you." She backed up and looked at him, still wrapped in her blanket. She was just so happy to see him. She saw the tear in his clothes where he had been hit, "What happened? Tristan are you hurt?" She concern grew, wondering if one of those men almost took him away from her. "Who were those men, and why do they want you dead Tristan? What did you do to warrant such an attack on your existence?" Grace's questions were coming quicker than he could answer her. She took a breath and allowed him to respond to all of her inquiries. Grace was just happy he was back there with her once again. Tristan looked down at his torn shirt at the spot where the stake had nearly driven him from this world and shrugged. By now it, like all other wounds on his body, had completely healed. There would be no sign that they had ever occurred, not even a scar. He returned Grace’s hug with good humour before sitting down in the nearby seat.Pulling Grace into his lap, he wrapped his arms around her took in her scent. “I’m not hurt,” He replied softly looking her in the eyes. “Someone just got lucky, that’s all.”He had seen just about every form of combat since the time of mounted knights and catapults and not for the first time did he wish he had been able to master the use of firearms. Deadly beyond comparison with a sword or knife, Tristan had never been able to shoot the broad side of a barn with a gun. It annoyed him.With a soft sigh he launched into a detailed explanation, dimly aware of the plane manoeuvring for takeoff.“Well Grace, there is no simple answer to that question.” He began. “Those men tonight are part of the Inquisition. The very same Inquisition that was instituted by the Catholic Church in the Middle Ages. School books say that it was ended hundreds of years ago, but in truth it remains as strong and pervasive as it once was. It is charged with hunting down and killing anything and everything they have deemed to be unnatural, including vampires.”He took a moment to compose his thoughts before continuing. “Prior to the rise of Christianity, vampires operated very much as its own race. We had hierarchies, dynasties, armies, rulers and religions. We lived amongst humans, influenced them and fed upon them. We took their greatest poets, artisans, builders and thinkers and offered them immortality, all the while keeping to a strict code of conduct. No vampire could feed in the presence of other mortals, no vampire could turn another without permission from their city’s ruler and above all else no vampire could reveal the existence of our race to one not part of it.”“These rules had served us for generations, keeping the mortals ignorant. They protected us and protected them. It wasn’t until after the fall of Rome, perhaps the greatest vampiric nation of all, that some of us began to rebel. Deciding that it was finally time to take our proper place as rulers of humanity, many vampires began to walk openly amongst humans feeding and turning on a whim. We tainted our race, creating mindless animals obsessed with blood rather than true immortals. We debased ourselves and brought upon us the wrath of humanity in the form of the Inquisition.”Tristan’s eyes shone with regret as he spoke these words. “Eventually the Rebellion was quashed. I personally was turned in the year 1328 as I lay dying of plague in order to help bring the Rebels in line. As a Knight I had fought for most of my mortal years and as an immortal I was a perfect weapon to unleash on them. Sadly even those like me could not save our race.”“When the war finally ended, we numbered only a few thousand. By the time the Inquisition was through with us, we numbered in the bare hundreds. I was captured and imprisoned for over four centuries, forced to endure starvation until the destruction of my prison, the Bastille, during the French Revolution. Forced into this new world, I have dedicated myself to the rebuilding of our race. I’ve created businesses which have flourished into multinational corporations, I’ve acquired wealth beyond most mortals’ imagining and slowly I’ve turned the best and brightest of humanity all in an attempt to rebuild our race to its former glory.”He took a deep breath as he finished his story. “It is a long answer, but that is why those men want to kill me. I, and those like me, are the greatest threat that the Inquisition faces and they are the greatest threat we face.” Tristan explained it all to her, leaving pretty much every question she had answered. She was surprised he had survived so long. There must have been something truly special about him, to make it through such strife. She felt more special now that he had brought her into his world. She was determined to help him more than ever to achieve his goal of repopulating the vampire race. She would do anything he asked of her, even risk her life if she had to. "Tristan, I understand everything now. Just tell me what you need me to do to help you. I am faithful and loyal to you. Ask it of me, and I will do it for you without question. I will be right by your side to make this work, we need to defeat them at any cost." Grace stayed huddled on his lap, she liked being close to him. He felt like home to her. She kissed him on the cheek as they flew through the night. "So where are we going exactly? Some private island Mr. Millionaire?" She laughed as she joked with him, though deep down, she wouldn't be surprised if that was indeed where they were going. Tristan felt himself warm slightly at the sound of her words. She was so sincere and despite all the centuries of heartache and strife, he believed her completely. He smiled softly as she joked with him, too entranced in her beauty to fully appreciate the humour.“Not quite a private island,” He replied softly as he gently kissed the back of her neck, his tongue running playfully over her skin. “We’re going to Miami. My company has its North American headquarters there and that’s where I usually run things when I’m in this part of the world.”He felt an urge rising up within him and as he spoke his hands began to find their way underneath the blanket. He ran his strong fingers over her flesh, feeling her breasts before travelling down between her legs. His breath came somewhat ragged as he indulged himself, kissing and nibbling at her as he touched her.“When we arrive,” He whispered to her. “There will be much for you to learn. But right now, I wonder if you would indulge me...on your knees.” Grace could get used to Miami, she had always heard what a great place it was. She wondered what type of "operation" Tristan was talking about, but she was sure she would find out soon enough. He made her shudder as his tongue went over her skin. He was turning her on once again. Then his hand dipped under her blanket. She cooed as he touched and stroked her breasts. He had such a divine touch. She parted her legs only slightly to let his hand wander inside her thighs to stroke her gently. Grace was already wet by the time his hand reached her soft silky thighs.Grace would of course indulge him, why wouldn't she? He was her world now after all. She slipped from his lap, and got on her knees before him. She undid his pants and slid them down to his ankles. He was fully erect and ready for her. She opened her mouth and slipped it around his waiting shaft. Grace began to go all the way down him, making sure she got all of him inside her willing mouth. She wanted Tristan to feel so good, and she would suck him the entire plane ride if she had to. Tristan sighed softly as Grace took him in her mouth. Everything about her excited him and as he felt her suck him, he couldn’t help but gasp. His hand rested softly on the back of her head, guiding her as he let the waves of pleasure wash over him. During his life he had never wanted for female companionship, but Grace was the first in decades that he could begin to see as an equal.“Oh god, Grace.” He murmured as he arched his back, instinctively pushing his throbbing cock into her mouth. “That feels amazing. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”For a brief instant he thought about the pilot, Sam and Duncan only a few steps away in the cockpit and he gave a mental shrug.This certainly isn’t the worst thing they’ve ever heard me doing.He thought to himself before his mind was brought back by another wave of pleasure. He had intended this to be the prelude to a beautiful encounter between them, but the sudden tightening in his groin told him that things were quickly coming to a head.He let out a loud drawn out growl as he all but exploded in Grace’s mouth, shooting spurts of his semen everywhere. He knew this wasn’t the most dignified way to act with his new protégé, but he honestly didn’t care. She brought things out him that he had believed to be long dead. Grace faithfully licked and sucked her new vampire lover. She knew how to please Tristan, and had intended to do so for eternity. She was still grateful he was safe, and showed him that with her mouth. Grace licked and sucked up and down Tristan, letting her new found fangs graze up and down him. He arched into her mouth, allowing him to go deeper, hitting the back of her throat.Grace moaned over his cock as she felt him swell and stiffen, she knew he would cum soon, and she was ready to drink every ounce of his sweet seed. Only moments later, he exploded hard into her mouth, and she drank of him, swallowing everything just as fast as it filled her perfect mouth. She let the sweet juice slide down her throat and licked him clean when he was done. She pulled off of him and looked up, "I guess that was satisfactory, " she chuckled to him, seeing he was still panting for the more than perfect blow job she had just given him. Tristan sat back in his chair, still panting from the excitement. As Grace looked up at him and spoke he smiled and nodded. “Satisfactory, indeed.” By now the plane was in flight and Tristan knew that it wouldn’t be long before they were getting ready to land. He now needed to concentrate on more serious matters.Motioning for Grace to sit beside him, he began to speak. “I’m afraid that I’d planned for a little more time between us before things started..heating up. Unfortunately the presence of the Inquisition has forced me to push my plans further ahead.”“When we reach Miami, you’ll go into training.” He told her, fixing her with his steely gaze. “You will be learning from one of my oldest companions. Please him and you will be rewarded, fail and you will be punished.”Tristan did not like having to lay out an ultimatum like this to Grace. If he could have had his way, the two of them would spend every moment of their lives with each other, making love and talking. But that was not a life he could live, nor was it one that was in Grace’s destiny either. She was strong but unrefined in her fury, Nox would temper her into a perfectly honed sword. This was to be her fate. Grace sat next to Tristan as be spoke. He looked extremely serious now, nothing at all like the man moments ago who was panting in pleasure. Training? Grace wondered what exactly Tristan had in store for her. She knew though that being part of his world now meant fighting the Inquisition. There would be no more resting on her laurels. It was now time for Grace to step it up and learn everything Tristan's friend was going to throw at her. She had no choice really, she didn't want to get punished, who knew what that entailed. She would make sure to listen and follow instructions to the letter."Do not worry Tristan, I intend on listening very well to your friend. I don't want to disappoint you in any way. Trust me when I say that I am faithful and follow any commands you throw my way. I know it's a matter of living or dying. Everything is on the line now." Grace wanted to assure him that she was the right choice, that he would not regret the decision to turn her to be by his side. Grace would make sure she made him and his friend proud. Tristan nodded as Grace responded, though her words did little to lessen his apprehension at giving her over to Nox. He had no choice but to proceed and hope that Grace would be strong enough to endure. The plane landed all too soon and their time together came to an end. As he led Grace, who had been given a set of black khaki fatigues to wear, from the plane he was approached by a hooded figure dressed in black.“Trissstan.” A slithery voice, barely a whisper, spoke from underneath. “It isss good that you have sssurvived.” From within the cloak a pale arm reached out toward him. Tristan didn’t miss a beat as he grasped the cloaked figure’s withered hand and shook it.“I haven’t forgotten what you taught me,” He replied softly. “I have brought you someone new to teach, if you’re up to it.” As he said this, he motioned to Grace.The hooded figure inclined its head and regarded the girl, its face still completely obscured. “You know that ssshe may not sssurvive.” It said simply. The withered hand left Tristan’s and reached toward Grace, cupping her cheek and dragging a sharpened fingernail down the side of her neck, leaving a line of blood in its wake.“Ssshe doesss not flinch.” It continued after a moment, obviously appraising her. “That isss good.”Tristan nodded, his eyes never leaving the cloaked figure. “She is strong willed and quick witted,” He replied. “She will survive.”The figure continued to look at Grace from behind the faceless hood. “Are you ready little one? To be my pet?” It asked. “Ssspeak now for you will not have the opportunity to do ssso later.” Grace followed Tristan in her new outfit. It fit her perfectly, hugging he body in all the right places. She watched as the hooded figure approached and spoke to Tristan. She never saw his face, but saw his skin, pale, so she assumed he too was a vampire. The figure spoke almost like a snake, hissing with each phrase he spoke. Grace wasn't scared, she figured if Tristan was trained by this man, he could trust him, therefore Grace trusted him also.As he hooded figure reached out to her, she felt his nail scrape along her skin allowing blood to flow forth. She never moved, but held perfectly still. She answered he mysterious man, "Yes I am ready to come with you and learn all you have to teach me." Grace was a little worried about the pet part, but she just figured that was a way of the old man expressing himself. She looked at Tristan and nodded as she was led away. She wondered just how long they would be parted, and indeed if she would survive. Once Tristan was gone, the hooded figure began to walk motioning for Grace to come to its side. “I can sssmell sssex on you, little girl.” It said softly. “I sssee Trissstan hasss been up to his usssual tricksss.” There was an obvious note of disapproval in the being’s voice. “He playsss thingsss too loossse.”The cloaked figure led Grace to a waiting car, not unlike the one that had picked her up. Without a word, they both entered and the car drove off. The ride lasted several hours before the car came up upon a massive black tower that seemed to stretch to the heavens. It was seemingly built out of polished black granite with the words “Melioson Corporation” engraved in it.The car came to a stop and the figure motioned Grace out before exiting as well. He took her through the main lobby and was not even questioned by security. Then they entered the elevator and the figure pushed the button for the bottom most floor. Next to the controls a numbered keypad immediately and the figure keyed in a code.The elevator descended for several moments before opening. What lay in front of them seemed to be from a gothic horror story. It was dark and tightly enclosed and looked very much like a dungeon. There were shackles hanging from the wall and several bodies, both moving and unmoving, hanging from them.“Welcome to your new home.” The figure whispered in her ear as the elevator doors closed behind them. Grace was a little concerned when the figure mentioned Tristan was up to his old tricks, and that he played to lose, how many other women did he send off with this mysterious creature? Perhaps Grace was not coming back to him.She sat quietly in the car even though the ride took hours, she knew not to speak unless she was asked to. She exited the car and looked up, the tower seemed to go on forever. She wondered just exactly what she had gotten herself into. She followed the stranger, keeping only two steps behind him. As he stepped into the elevator and it began to go down, her concern grew, where exactly was be taking her? Grace's question was answered as the doors opened. She looked a bit shocked by what she saw, was she too doomed to be shackled like the others? That wasn't training, that was torture, she now wanted to be with Tristan more than ever. Grace could only imagine what would become of her now. The hooded figure wasted no time with Grace, he had been given a job to do and he was very good at doing it. With a slight motion of his hand, he signalled to a massive muscle bound man dressed in leather. The giant approached, its head bowed in respect, ready to receive its orders.“Chain her up,” It commanded, spurring the giant to grab Grace by the wrists with surprising speed and pull her over to the wall. He held her in place as shackles were placed on both her arms and legs. Once this was done, the figure spoke again and said.“Ssstrip her bare.”As before, the giant wasted no time literally tearing Grace’s clothes from her until she was completely nude once more. The area immediately around them held no other bodies and even if it had, it did not seem like any of the other prisoners were aware enough to see what was happening.With a wave of its hand, the figure dismissed the giant and the latter disappeared into another part of the dungeon. Alone the figure showed no shame as it explored Grace’s body, first squeezing her breasts and then slowly rubbing her bare pussy.“You are sssmooth.” It told her. “I like that. Tell me, what do you know of vampiresss?” Grace looked in fear as the giant figure approached her. She was no match for him as she grabbed her and chained her to the wall. She heard her clothes being ripped from her body and she trembled a little. What the hell did Tristan get her involved in? He had said training, but this was far from what she thought he meant.As the hooded figure came over and began to fondle her, her body reacted to him rubbing her nether region, even though she was scared of what was going to happen to her. He even complimented her on her body, and in a strange way she liked that. She began to answer the mysterious captor, "I know they have to feed on humans to survive. They are much stronger mentally and physically than a human. They are looked upon as evil because of those things." She had hoped her answer was satisfactory for she did not want to get punished by this figure standing in front of her. The figure did not stop touching Grace as she spoke; it seemed to be enjoying the increasing dampness of her body. Slowly it slid one of its long fingers inside of her and began to thrust it in and out. “Good,” It whispered to her as its hot breath washed over her. “You underssstand sssome.”“Know thisss,” It told her. “Every time you feed, you become ssstronger. Asss a new-born, you are barely more powerful than a mortal. Asss you grow and eat, you will gain power and knowledge. But alssso you take a risssk. Feeding too often, or too little will cause the blood madnesss.”All the while it spoke, it continued to fuck her with its finger feeling her becoming more and more wet. “Once you have the madnesss, you will be little more than an animal fit only to be put down. You mussst navigate the river of blood carefully. Do you underssstand?” Grace listened to him speak of the madness, all the while he was thrusting into her core with his finger. Grace's breathing grew ragged, he was pleasuring her so well. She increasingly got wetter and wetter as he continued to thrust and probe her. Was his intention to make her cum, or to see how much resistance she had? She wasn't sure, but if he continued this, she was sure to cum on his hand no matter how hard she tried to hold back. "Yes, I-I un-der- stand", she stammered out between gasps of pleasure, this thing had her almost right on the edge of climax, but Grace held on, at least as long as she could. The figure felt her clenching, trying to hold back her climax. She was strong, but it was evident that soon she would be gushing all over the place. Even so, it did not stop as it continued to speak to her. “Thisss isss what the madnesss feelsss like.” It whispered to her. “The hunger for sssex is nothing compared to the hunger to feed. Combine the two and you find great pleasssure and great risssk.”The creature continued to pleasure her for a few moments longer before slowing and stopping just short of orgasm. “Sssven.” It called out to the unseen giant. “Bring Holly.”A moment later the giant man brought over another girl. She was a little shorter than Grace and had fiery red hair and dark penetrating eyes. She was also nude and there were numerous marks all over her body that looked like they were from bites. She did not seem particularly aware of her surroundings and her head hung lazily to the side. The giant deposited the girl right next to the hooded figure before disappearing once more.“Hello Holly.” The figure said.“Hello, master.” The girl replied, her voice vacant.“Holly, thisss isss Grace.” It continued, indicating the blond chained to the wall. “Grace, thisss isss Holly.” The redhead gave Grace a jerky nod, though her attention remained completely focused on the figure. There was something odd in the creature’s voice, almost a sense of anticipation. “Holly, ssshe isss for you.”The redhead didn’t respond, but instead turned to Grace and approached her. She seemed to understand what the hooded figure meant and showed no hint of confusion as she pressed her naked body to Grace’s. Her tongue ran along Grace’s earlobe as she cooed softly.“You smell like a horny girl,” Holly whispered. “I like it when Master gives me horny girls to eat.” She smiled as her finger replaced the figure’s inside of Grace’s pussy, showing off a set of fangs.The question of what she meant was quickly answered as those fangs began to penetrate Grace’s soft flesh. Grace inhaled deeply as he withdrew his finger from her, denying her a climax. Her body ached because of this, this was indeed becoming a cruel fate. He kept speaking to her with that hiss, and she wondered just exactly what he looked like under that hood.Grace watched as the girl was brought in. There was something off, she lookeddistant,like she wasn't all there. She was pretty, sure, but it almost looked like Holly was a hint, well, insane. Grace shuddered some more when the figure toled Holly that Grace was hers. Grace's mind raced, what could he possibly mean by that? It was soon after that Grace found out as Holly approached her. Grace turned her head away as Holly licked at her. Then Grace bucked as she felt the finger inside her, she was not used to being taken by women at all. The final act, Holly's fangs piercing Grace's flesh, made Grace cry out in pain, Holly was in no way gentle or merciful. Grace figured, now she would die at the hands of another vampire and never see Tristan again. The figure watched silently for a moment as the redhead began to suck the life out of Grace. The fear in those eyes told him that she would need some more prodding. As Holly continued to rape and feed, the figure approached and leaned in to whisper in Grace’s ear.“Grace,” It said. “Perhapsss you have forgotten, but Holly isss not the only one with fangsss.”It was a simple truth in the vampire world that in order to feed, one had to get close enough to be fed upon. Grace's eyes went wide as the figure prodded her to feed. Grace bared her own fangs, and dug right into Holly's neck. She felt the blood flow over her fangs and down her throat. Holly's blood was sweet like candy. Grace wondered if Holly would soon release her since Holly's thrusts became weaker and weaker inside her core. The figure watched as blood flowed from the two women. It was clear that Holly, in her weakened state was going to drop first. It was no surprise when she fell to the ground a few moments later, dead. Looking at Grace from within its hood, the creature spoke.“You have learned the firssst way to kill a vampire.” It told her. “To feed on a vampire isss a grave crime, except in the cassse of ssself defenssse. Holly wasss a bloodssslut, sssick with the madnesss. Trissstan made a missstake when he turned her. You will gain power through her blood, moressso than in a mortal.”The figure sent silent for a long moment and then slowly pulled its hood back, revealing the face of a man. His skin was deathly pale and his head was completely bald. He had sharp facial features, but a fine almost feminine build. His lips were thin and painted black and his eyes shone a deep red. Though his hands may have seemed withered, his face was smooth giving him the look of one barely into his twenties.“You have ssshown yourssself to be resssistant.” He said, stepping over Holly’s body to approach Grace once more. He felt her body once more, tenderly caressing her. “You need to do two more thingsss before you can leave here.”He motioned to the others hanging from the walls. “Firssst, free yourssself from your bondsss. Then kill one of them.” Grace was relieved when Holly dropped and released her. Grace was sore from the fangs in her, but healed quickly. She was more than upset when she found out Holly was one of Tristan's previous conquest. She knew he had been around for centuries, and probably had many women before her, but to come face to face with one of them was hard to take.Once the man revealed himself, Grace was no longer afraid, she now knew who and what she was dealing with. She had figured he must have been thousands of years old, much older than Tristan. Grace moved toward his hand now as he touched her. Once he told her she had to break free and kill another prisoner, Grace did not hesitate. She pulled hard on the wrist shackles and got her left hand free, the chains pulling right off the wall. She did the same with the right hand. She then reached down and pulled apart the iron that bound her ankles, snapping them apart like they were tin foil.With Grace finally free, except for the shackles still around her wrists, she went to the prisoner closest to her, a man that looked as if he and bee there a lifetime. She turned her wrist and backhanded him to the head, the iron, crashing into his skull. Blood started to flow freely from the blow. She then did it again, finally snapping his neck for good measure, to make sure he was dead. Grace than turned to the elder and looked, waiting for his approval or disapproval of her methods. The man watched silently as Grace broke free of her bonds and smashed in the skull of the nearest prisoner. His thin lips quirked up in a smile of approval as he watched the body fall against the wall, still hanging by its shackles.“You’ve done well, Grace.” He told her. “You may take the elevator upssstairs to the top floor. There you will find Trissstan.” Tristan?She was so happy to hear his name. She must have done well to be able to escape the dungeon so quickly. Completely stark naked, she entered the elevator, after she pushed the button, she nodded to the one that she was leaving as a show of respect. As the elevator ascended she would not wait to see Tristan. When the doors opened, there he stood. She walked to him and kissed him, then took a step back and slapped his square across the jaw. "So how many others like Holly are there?", Grace was more jealous than mad, thinking she had someone else's sloppy seconds. Tristan blinked as Grace’s hand made contact with his flesh. He hadn’t expected her to come off the elevator, and was even more surprised at her lack of clothing.Nox must have had some fun,He thought to himself. A resounding noise filled the room as she slapped him and he felt his eyes tear just slightly. As she spoke, he immediately understood what Nox had done.“More than you can count.” He replied when his vision cleared. There was no point in lying to her, she would find out soon enough. “But I’ve never had anybody like you.” I've never had anyone like you,yeah that was going to make Grace feel so much better. "Fuck Tristan, what is this, a revolving door of which lover is the most lethal? The one that can help you best with the Inquistion? He practiaclly had Holly kill me down there. Screw this Tristan, what the hell kind of mind game are you playing? Shoot to kill to escape, I don't learn anything until the plane, then I get turned over to some creepy vampire who wants to see if I have what it takes to survive. I thought I really meant something to you, guess I was just a little pawn in your god damned game." Grace turned and began to move back toward the elevator, she pushed the down button and waited, "Have a nice eternity Tristan, oh yeah and good luck on that Inquistion thing." Tristan watched Grace walk away, a slow smirk crossing his lips as she made for the elevator. He made no move as she spoke to him and his expression remained completely neutral. “What do you think this is, Grace?” He asked her, his tone quiet. “We’re not playing at some teenaged vision of gothic horror. This isn’t some supernatural love story. I am at war, and yes, you are an instrument of that war.”Slowly, Tristan crossed the room and approached a fireplace cut into the stone granite wall. About it, on the mantle, was a gleaming sword with a gold cross engraved on the hilt. “This sword is more than a thousand years old, an heirloom from a family I barely remember.”He considered it for a moment in silence before looking up at Grace. This time his eyes were hard, impossibly cold. In an instant, he seemed to change right before her eyes. He blended with the shadows created by the fire until nothing but his cold gleaming eyes could be seen.“Do not expect humanity from me Grace.” He told her. “I am not human and neither are you. Not anymore.” Grace turned and huffed, "Amazing Tristan, it may not be a love story, but somehow I keep ending up naked for your pleasure. So what is it then, a supernatural fuck fest? Let's get the newborn naked as much as we can, then humiliate her, make her think she's good for something more than a good lay." Her words were true, she had been naked more than clothed, even he suggested that she remain naked throughout her existence. "My father was a cop Tristan, taught me everything he knew. You don't think I can defend myself, I think I've already proven that. I've seen what humanity can do- it killed my father, so no I don't expect it from you Tristan, I expect respect. I'm not some tart you go around and fuck whenever you want, and then make me defend your honor. I deserve more than that." Grace shook her head and turned back to the elevator, pressing the button once more, waiting for the damn thing to arrive. Tristan resisted the urge to laugh. “Is it my fault that the undead have an eye for a nice body?” He asked simply, his eyes piercing through the darkness. “Grace, if you’re upset I’m sure you have every right to be.” Tristan was starting to become irritated. He had given the girl a gift beyond all imagining and now she was throwing a hissy fit. “If you want to leave, then go. Live your unlife, feed where and when you want and see how long you survive. But mark my words; it’s not a matter of if the war with the Inquisition comes to you but when. When it does, you will regret not learning all you could. Despite what you think, everything I have done to you has had a purpose far beyond my pleasure.” Grace was pissed, but he was right, she saw what the Inquisition was capable of. Plus they knew she was one of the enemies. Grace moved from the elevator, but still stayed distant from Tristan. "Fine you want me to learn everything, then teach me. Get me some damn clothes too, I'm tired of running around naked. Oh and Tristan you don't get any more of me unless I say so. Understood?" If she was going to stay with him, it was going to be under both of their terms, not just his. To this, Tristan actually snorted out loud. “Getyouclothes?” He repeated slowly, his voice hardening even further. “I don’t know what exactly you think our relationship is, Grace but I amnotyour servant.”He left his sword on the mantle and turned to approach Grace. He stayed far enough away not to intrude on her personal space but close enough that he could look directly into her eyes. “Understand this,child.” He said simply. “Everything that has been done to you thus far has been a lesson. Every. Single. Thing. With me you learned the necessity of killing to survive, a lesson that was reinforced in the dungeon. Also in the dungeon you learned the dangers of the blood madness and how to obtain strength through feeding.”Tristan’s voice remained calm though his irritation was quickly turning into ire. “As for taking your body, I am not a rapist but rest assured if I wanted to be, you would submit. Yes you have gained power by feeding on Holly and yes you will continue to gain power, but do not make the mistake of believing for a single second that your power even approaches mine.”He disliked having to resort to such childish recriminations but it was necessary. Others of his kind that she would inevitably come into contact with would not be nearly as forgiving as he was being. “If you want clothes, call the front desk and have them brought up. We have quite a bit in stock. And next time someone tries to relieve you of your clothes against your will, consider fighting back.” Grace chuckled, "Oh fight back from some psychopath with a giant goon? Ok sure Tristan, I'll remember to do that next time I'm shackled in a dungeon. As for everything you taught me, I am grateful for that since you put me in that position in the first place. Plus I hardly think fucking me at will served any purpose but your own. I'm not some child Tristan, and you know that, or you wouldn't have chosen me." Grace moved over to the phone, "What do I have to dial to get some one to get me clothes? I'm tired of standing here letting you eye me like that." Grace was not backing down, she was not one of is tarts that was just there to be screwed when he felt like it. If he was so hell bent on her staying. She deserved more respect than he was showing her. “I don’t remember you complaining.” Tristan replied, quickly losing his composure. He was now passed ire and was working his way up to full blown rage. She wanted not to be treated like a child, and yet she was acting just like one. “You made the choice to answer the post and to get in the car. You made the choice to finger yourself in front of me and the choice to let me fuck you. You want to be treated like an adult? That’s how Ihavebeen treating you.”He walked toward her and reached for the phone, but instead of dialling it for her he picked up the entire unit and hurled it against the wall where it shattered completely upon impact. “Forget your clothes.” He all but spat at her. “I’m tired of your whining. I’ll eye you as long as I fucking want.”Tristan grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her toward him, making her own supernatural strength seem paltry when compared to his. “You want to act like all of this was done to you by force? You want to play the victim? Fine! Then I might as well live up to the image you’re putting on me.”Taking her by the hair, he forced his lips to hers and kissed her roughly. He had done all he could to treat Grace with dignity and respect, but it was obvious such actions would only bring him difficulty. He held her close to him, feeling her body against him as he kissed her. Grace stood there poised as ever to listen to his rant. She huffed about her choices, damn he was right, but she wasn't going to let him get the best of her, not now anyway. She gasped as Tristan took the phone from her and smashed it, she knew now she was in a bit of trouble. As he grabbed her and kissed her she struggled,No way Tristan, not this time,but her struggling was met with more strength, and his tongue lashed against hers in her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with a mixture of hate and lust. She scratched down his back, right through his clothing, leaving trails of blood dripping from his flesh. She tried to pull away, but he held her tight. Grace ripped away his already torn shirt leaving his naked chest. Her body rubbed against his, she began to pull from the kiss, "Tristan, no, fuck, I don't want to! You don't deserve me!" Truth was she wanted him bad right now, but was not going to submit to him, at least not without a fight. Hearing Grace’s protests and feeling her struggle only spurred Tristan onward. His hands groped her body mercilessly, squeezing and sucking on her breasts and touching her pussy. She belonged to him and she knew it. He pushed her onto his desk, a primal gleam in his eyes. “You fucking want this and you know it.” He spat as forced her legs to part. Nipping hard and sucking on her skin, he slowly made his way down the inside of her thigh. As he pressed his lips to her pussy, he let his tongue slide out of his mouth and inside of her, penetrating her over and over again. “You know you want it, now beg for it.” She held back her moans as he groped her, sure she was his, but she was going to fight him to the end on this one. She hit the desk hard, she tried to pull he legs together, but he was too strong. "No Tristan, NO!", Grace screamed as his tongue entered her. She sat up and pushed him away, "You can't have me!" Grace was determined not to give Tristan the pleasure of taking her. Tristan fell back a step as Grace pushed him, a surprised look on his face. “Damn girl,” He muttered as he surged forward once more. “You got strong, but not strong enough.” His jaw set, he pushed her back down on the desk and forced her legs apart. This time he wasn’t in the mood to play around, she was going to be his. Dropping his pants he forced his throbbing cock inside of her and began to thrust his hips. “You’re mine, Grace.” He told her plainly. “For all eternity.” She fell back on the desk quickly as Tristan pushed her. She squirmed and wiggled trying to prevent him from entering her body. Her fighting was futile as he won the battle and entered her soft core. Grace's fighting subsided, her screams began to change into moans. He was right, she was his, she wanted to be his deep down, she wanted his power and dominance over her. Grace gave in to Tristan as be took her roughly, getting aroused quickly, she was so wet, that he took her without resistance. He had won, she would admit defeat, but only after they pleased each other. Tristan felt Grace’s wetness as he pounded his cock inside of her. Letting out a loud grunt he threw his head back. “God, Grace.” He murmured, leaning over her to kiss her soft lips. “You’re so wet. I knew you wanted this.” His hands ran over her breasts as he continued to fuck her. “You feel so good.” Grace wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him even closer. Her moans became screams of pleasure until he stifled them with a kiss that she quickly returned. "Yes Tristsan, I want you, you know I do" Grace clamped her muscles down on him, milking him hard, making sure she had a grip on him. They knew exactly how to please each other, and Grace would make sure Tristan would have a hell of an orgasm. Tristan groaned as Grace clamped down on him and his breathing started to become ragged. He had known she wanted this all along and she was delivering pleasure to him in ways that defied explanation. His cock was throbbing with desire as he rammed her harder and harder. He knew he was almost to the point of no return and aimed to give Grace everything he had before he was spent. "You're so fucking beautiful." He told her as sweat began to run down the side of his face. It wasn't more than a few minutes later when Tristan began to gasp and his cock began to pulse as he unleashed his seed inside of her. Tristan knew how to fill Grace perfectly, they just "fit" so well together. Grace loved how Tristan just knew how to hit that little perfect spot in her core. He made her moan and writhe against his body. She did not want this to end, she had been pissed, now she was putty in his hands. He had that effect on her, she was sure this would not be the first time they argued and then ended like this. "And you are damn Sexy", she replied to his words. She felt him tense, on the verge of his climax. As she felt him release, she let herself go also, mixing their sweet juices inside her body. As they both came down from their climaxes she lay there on the desk panting. She looked up at him, and chuckled, "So now how am I supposed to get some clothes, you smashed the phone." Grace was only half kidding, but she really did want to cover up her perfect form, and get ready to continue her training. Tristan smirked a little as he let his gaze move to the shattered pieces of the phone that lay on the floor along the far wall. With a shrug, he turned and pointed to a finely polished wardrobe that stood near the entrance. “You’ll find some clothes in there.” He said nonchalantly. “Mostly men’s, but I usually keep a few spare articles around for when I’m entertaining. I warn you, they’re somewhat revealing but they should make you feel a little more comfortable.” Grace lifted herself off the desk and went to the wardrobe. She found a perfect set of brown leather pants and a tight black shirt to throw on. She she sauntered back to Tristan she kissed him. "Sorry for being such a bitch earlier, but I was partly jealous, Holly was a very pretty girl, can you blame me?" Hopefully now they air was clear between them and they could move forward. "So Tristan, what shall you have me do? What is your plan now lover?" Tristan returned Grace’s kiss and listened to her speak, remaining silent. He had rather expected such a display at some point, so he found it difficult to be angry with her. “I can understand your frustration, Grace.” He replied softly looking intently at her. “I’d love to say that they are over, but I fear they have only begun. Now that I’ve seen your mettle, I doubt it will be necessary to degrade you any further however.”He stood and moved over to his sword, his eyes wandering over its sleek design. “You can shoot, Grace, and keep your head in a fight.” He said. “But what else can you do? How else can you contribute? In what areas do you think you would fall short? I need you to answer these questions so that I know best how to teach you.” Grace stayed close to him. "Well Tristsan, fighting as a human is different than fighting as a vampire, true? So until you put me through some of your tests, neither of us will know where I fall short." Hopefully he would agree, plus now she was giving him permission to test her. She knew now that everything had a purpose, and she was ready to accept his challenges. Tristan thought for a moment, listening to Grace’s reply. He had hoped for something more to go on, an idea of what preconceptions still existed inside of her. “Very well.” He replied quietly. “We will begin with the sword then.”Walking over to the wall, he pushed what seemed to be a hidden lever which caused part of the wall to flip around, revealing a collection of weaponry ranging from swords and bows to modern automatic machine guns. He pulled from this wall a cutlass and without warning threw it to Grace.Taking up a similar blade, he turned and approached Grace. “Defend yourself,” He commanded as he lunged at her. “Oh, and try to keep your clothes on this time, yeah?” Grace's eyes grew wide as the wall flipped over, revealing the arsenal of weapons. They were impressive to look at. She was then thrown off guard as he tossed the cutlass to her. She griped it as best she could, but it had some weight to it. "Don't worry Tristan I plan on keeping my clothes on, either that or you will have to give me a clothing allowance to keep replacements on hand."Grace held the sword in front of her, she looked good, but truth was, she was more to more modern weapons. She had no idea how to defend herself, except to counter his blows. Tristan smiled encouragingly at Grace as she took hold of the sword. It was easy to see that she wasn’t used to this form of fighting, but in the world of the undead blades were far deadlier than guns. “I know you’re used to shooting, but there are going to be times when a gun will do you no good.” Looking down at his own sword he smiled. “Simple, elegant, and completely deadly. If the blade is made out of silver, then even a graze will cause us terrible pain. If we are decapitated, we’re finished.”Tristan lunged again, moving slow enough that he knew Grace would catch the blow. “Never try to stop the force of a blow, instead deflect it away from yourself. By doing this you save your energy for a counter strike while unbalancing your enemy. Do you understand?” Grace did understand, bit was still unsure of herself. As she nodded, he came at her and with a sweeping motion, she moved his blow to the left away from her. Her movement was graceful, although not trained, Grace was indeed a quick study. It was the lesson her father taught her, kill or be killed. There was no way Grace would allow herself to fall at any weapon, no matter what it took.

The Post (Athos & Lovelygirl11)

-Returned- (Crixus & DesertFlower)

"Are we done yet? There's someone I'd like to see"Christian Letwin ( found himself again tugging on the bindings that bound his hands behind his back. It had been useless the first time he'd done so but after the hour or so of interrogating, he was starting to feel restless in his seat. It felt as though for the past twelve hours of his life Christian had been sitting. Eight hours on a plane, two in a car squeezed between two overcompensating agents and now they were reaching hour two of the interrogation. It was a strange way to welcome someone home who had been presumed dead for a year and Christian was trying his hardest to sympathise with the situation and understand that this was all just part of security...but it clearly wasn't."Just a few more questions Christian. You know how it is" One of the three agents in the room didn't bother hiding the smirk on his face as he looked down at Christian "We're still piecing together pieces of the puzzle and want to make sure we got a clear picture of everything. Unless there's something you want to tell us? Something you want to...confess?"Grinding his teeth together, Christian let out a sigh and leaned back in his seat, flashing the agent a smile he knew would infuriate the other man "I'm an innocent man, Bobby. Ask whatever you want"The room itself was no bigger than a motel room and contained no furniture aside from the chair Christian was bound to. The walls were all painted a bland grey, making them featureless save for the dark glass of the one way window and the one doorway that led into the room. Another agent leaned against the door, arms crossed and trying his best to be intimidating while the final guy remained in the corner of the room, watching the exchange while leaning on his cane. While Bobby led the interrogation, it was clear the man with the cane was the man in charge, despite everyone wearing the identical sharp black suit and tie combo and making every look like they worked for the Men in Black instead of the Family.There had been a time where the Family had seemed like Christian's saving grace. Growing up in a rough part of Detroit, Christian one day came home to a junkie threatening his mom. A frightened Christian had lashed out and someone set the man on fire with nothing but his mind. A few days later, a man in a nice suit showed up and offered Christian the chance to learn more and earn protection for his mom and dad. A school of magic and an organization that looked out for people like Christian's parents...the Family."The mission, Christian. Tell us about the mission again"Christian sat up, staring at Bobby with smouldering dark gaze. For a man that had been missing for a year, Christian managed to look better than everyone else in the room. His dark blue suit looked tailored to fit his broad shoulders and tall body, the white button up shirt beneath just tight enough across his chest to suggest he spent every evening at the gym. Before he'd got on the plane, Christian had done his best to make his normally messy hair somewhat presentable but the dark locks of his short hair were now messed about. Sharp features were coated in a light amount of scruff, suggesting he'd forgone the morning shave in exchange for arriving at the airport early."Again?""Again"A sigh from his lips as Christian leaned back into the steel chair and rolled his tired shoulders "You all know about as much as I do. I was informed my first mission was taking place in Northern Russia with a few other new graduates. Sir Martin was going to be the lead on this expedition and we were only supposed to look around. They were...ruins, correct? They'd just appeared out of nowhere, or so were told, and that there didn't appear to be any hostile energies present" Christian paused, eyes flickering from Bobby to the man in the corner "Only we clearly weren't the first to arrive. As soon as we stepped foot within them, everything went to hell. Explosions, shouting, an attack from somewhere and then....nothing. I woke up in a Russian hospital, they told me I'd been in a coma and that's when I got in contact with you"He pushed her aside as he always did, hands caressing along her waist. That enchanting smile. His first mission. A promise. A stolen kiss."But as I said, I'm eager too...""Yes, yes, we know and we'll get to that. Now, when you say..."The door to the integration room opened and someone who wasn't from MiB stepped through the door. An older woman in a dark green suit, grey hair tied back and a stern expression upon her face as she looked around the room. Bobby and the other guy both glanced towards the guy with the cane, who looked to be ignoring the entrance of the woman before a gravely tone broke the silence "We're not yet finished here, Linda" Cane man spoke and Christian could feel the glare that was hidden in the shadows "I still have questions""We've been listening to your questions for the past hour now Arnold" The woman in green, Linda, said sternly "And it's gone on for long enough at this point. Christian clearly has no Darkness within him and his story checks out. It checked out within the first thirty minutes, for heaven's sake!" She snapped her fingers and the shackles holding Christian's arms fell away as the young man slowly stood up, looking around the room. The oppressive tension was growing worse, as Linda beckoned for Christian to follow her "Come. We can talk about what happenedhereanother time"Christian nodded, exchanging a glare with Arnold, before hurrying out of the room with Linda "Apologies. Our security team can be rather overzealous at times" Linda said, offering her hand to Christian as they walked down the hall "Linda Sanders. We met briefly during your school days, I'll be your lawyer of sorts as we get through this whole mess. I'd prefer we go to my office and start the debrief but I'm sure you want nothing more than to just sit down and enjoy being back in civilization."Shaking her hand briefly, Christian nodded and would have said more as they walked through the brightly lit halls but his stomach growled loudly and interrupted his thoughts. Linda smiled slightly "To the cafeteria first then" ( rain hadn’t ceased since the early hours; hot, stubborn rain that brought about an unbearable humidity to her office. Niamh Morgan sighed exasperatedly as the words on the papers she’d been staring at began to blur and jumble. Tugging open another button from her creased blouse and smoothing out her grey pencil skirt, she reclined back on her seat, shutting her eyes; the faulty air conditioner above her door shooting out short, sweet releases of cold air. She should have gone home hours ago and yet for the fifth evening in a row she had ordered in food to her desk and would most likely catch a few, broken hours of slumber on the small chesterfield couch in her office. There had been an influx of cases to handle since she’d started working full-time for The Family, reports coming from around the world of ‘witch children’ and strange beings. To the norm’s they were cursed people, to her and The Family, they were potentially gifted people that needed protection. In the past week, Niamh had already sent out agents to investigate and gather up those who possessed rare gifts from areas so vast and distant as Sierra Leone and Istanbul. It was a trying job. Not everyone with gifts wanted to acknowledge them or use them and not every lead was accurate; Niamh essentially had to work from hear-say and whispers but seeing those gifted and sometimes troubled children and young adults finally step foot in a place they were not only accepted but encouraged to be themselves was reward enough for her.Working for The Family had been inevitable since she had joined the Academy as a child. A gifted pyschokinesis with a strong, prestigious family lineage of mages; in her last year before graduating the young woman had already been approached by a woman by the name of Linda Sanders, a high up figure in The Family and good friend of her mother’s who had hoped Niamh would not only help in seeking out those like them but maybe in the future be open to teaching the discipline and control that she was so well-known for. Shutting her eyes, the young woman pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to take a breather, there was still paperwork she had to file and for whatever reason the headquarters had seen a strong security presence that day which had interrupted much of her usual day to day errands so she was still too far behind to call it a night. Tomorrow would spark an intense day of meeting with some of the children coming to the States that no doubt would need all the comfort and assurance that The Family would give.The sun had completely sunken and her Thai food had arrived when her phone began ringing. Slender fingers picked up the receiver and placed it to her ear;“Niamh Morgan speaking”“Niamh, it’s me, Linda.”“Oh, hello Linda, is everything alright?” Niamh uttered tiredly racking her brains as to why Linda would want to speak with her. They weren’t in the same departments at the vast headquarters and as far as she knew, Linda didn’t deal directly with the investigative side of The Family’s operations.“Are you sitting down?”“Yes, why? Linda what’s going on?” Niamh spoke, sitting up, her fingers clutching the phone. Had there been an accident? Was it to do with her parents?“Do you remember your former classmate, Christian Letwin?”“I’m so sorry, Niamh. We found no trace of life at the ruins, we have to presume that they…that Christian, is dead.”And there it was, once more the tell-tale ache in her chest and the sickness in her stomach rose and Niamh wanted to growl at the insulting question, as if a year could make her forget him or them…what they could have been, what they never could be. Gritting her teeth, Niamh continued.“He was…” Her best friend, her everything, the only person she didn’t have to put on such a tough front for. The mischievous boy with wicked eyes and a devious tongue that had drove her crazy but excited her mind and her heart. “…more than just my classmate, Linda.”“I’m aware.” Linda spoke bluntly. “Information came to light a short while ago, information we didn’t make you privy to until we’d assessed the situation for ourselves and affirmed that it was not only true but also that he was no risk, Christian is alive and made contact with us from a hospital in Russia a few days ago.”“W-what?” Niamh managed to croak, her hands shaking so hard she dropped the receiver before scrabbling to pick it back up again. “Where is he now?”“He’s here in my office…He’s had some questioning from security after travelling back from Russia today and we’ve made headway with his debriefing…But he’d like to see you, he wanted to make the call himself but I thought it might be too much of a shock...”“…Linda could you bring him to my office, please. I just need a moment to…” Niamh interrupted, juddering as she tried to vocalise coherently.“…I understand, we’ll be there in ten, you’re still in the West Wing office block?”“Yes.”And then the click of the receiver sounded and Niamh realised that tears were flooding down her cheeks. Hands clasping over her mouth, Niamh barely managed to stifle the choked sob that rattled through her core. Feelings and tears she’d buried since finding out that he was gone flooded to the forefront and her whole body felt as though it had been electrically charged and she was now animating at hyper-speed; her heart pummelling, her body trembling uncontrollably. Not able to sit any longer, Niamh stood; raking her fingers through her dark hair as she paced about her office not knowing how to feel, what to say, what to do…Was he the same? What had happened to him? Where had he been? And then the memory of their last moment together ceased her flurried steps, the memory of him stealing a kiss from her lips after she had made him promise to come back to her safe and sound and how her heart had felt like it was fit to burst with how happy she had been in that moment.Stood in the centre of her office, Niamh waited, waited for him like she had done all of those months ago. "When do I get to see her?" Christian asked again as he leaned forward in the comfy leather seat in Linda's office. The burger and fry bag Linda had purchased was crumpled up in the garbage can, barely lasting five minutes before Christian had inhaled the burger and fries, devouring it like a man starved. Having a good American burger had been something Christian had been craving ever since he woke up in the hospital. Even the mostly ice cup of cola had been downed, and Christian had never been the biggest fan of cola. It was just nice to be...back. Munching on the last few fries and wiping off his greasy, salty hands on a napkin, Christian looked up at Linda as she closed her phone."Soon Christian, soon. Niamh just needs a few minutes and then we'll make our way over" Linda assured him with a smile "It's going to be a big shock to her to learn that someone she thought was dead has no returned"Christian nodded, wringing his hands together. He'd felt confident about everything up until this point. Even facing down the asshole security guys had been easy but Niamh...she'd always had a power over him. He'd always felt the need to impress her, to do that extra set, push that 10% and never give up a fight until he was the last one standing. He'd teased and flirted with her all through their learning, slowly breaking down that wall she'd built up for herself. He had it all planned out but then fucked it up by dying for a year.What an asshole move that was."So tell me Christian...is there anything we need to know about you? Anything...different?" Linda questioned cautiously as she observed her client with a concerned gaze "We made sure to search the hospitals after the incident at the ruins but no one turned up. Everyone their claims you'd been there for a year, in a coma but I find it difficult believe that was the case. We should have been able to find you"A forced smile on his lips, Christian looked up at Linda and shrugged "I'm the guy that was in the coma, Linda. I can't really tell you much aside from what I remember when the initial attack hit and when I woke up. I don't have anything else" He opened his palms as if to demonstrate. Christian didn't understand how many times he had to answer the same questions before people in this organization came to understand that nothing new was going to fall from his lips. Right now he just wanted to see Niamh again and it felt like everyone around him was doing their best to ensure that their meeting was going to be delayed or not happen at all."Alright, let's go"Christian got to his feet and walked out of the office, ignoring Linda's calls for him to wait. He was done with waiting, he'd waited long enough. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, that's all everyone in this damned organization was good for. He'd heard Linda mention where Niamh was located and following the arrows to the West Wing was a piece of cake. Smoothing his hair back, Christian glanced at himself in the reflection of one of the windows he passed, he asked one of the passing agents where he could find Niamh Morgan's office. He was close. Just another flight of stairs, and then the first door on his left...a quick knock and Christian stepped through the door and closed it behind him."Hey" Christian said, feeling all the confidence he'd had before going out the window he laid eyes on Niamh. She...his eyes looked her up and down as words jumbled themselves up inside his mouth "So...you still single? Because what I want to do to you right now would definitely be awkward if you're not" She had a second chance. Something she had sorely wished and prayed for when she had first heard that something had gone awry in Russia. She had been so angry at him for not keeping his promise, angry at the world for taking him too soon before they’d even had a chance to be together. Years of tension, years of him flirting and teasing her with his wicked tongue and a brush of his fingertips to her legs or waist and to have it all end in a stolen kiss and wasted promise…It had seemed too cruel.But he was back and she didn’t know how or why but she didn’t care, she didn’t want to question.Her back had been facing the door when the short, sharp knock brought her out of her deep contemplation. Barely having time to smooth over her hair or check she looked presentable, Niamh turned as Christian walked through the door. He stood alone, most likely having ditched Linda. Niamh was glad of it. It was how it should have been; just the two of them together once more. Staring at him, drinking in his strong, tall frame and the suit he had chosen to adorn, Niamh didn’t even know how it was possible for him to look even better than he’d done before. Her chest was physically aching, her hands still trembling as she tried to find the right words; all of those words she had regretted never saying to him before he left and yet now here he stood and she was tongue-tied, just so overwhelmed by it all. Lips parting, her grey irises shining from the tears that threatened to once more crop up, she could only stare, dumbfounded at him for a time before his forward statement broke the silence."So...you still single? Because what I want to do to you right now would definitely be awkward if you're not"He wasn’t different, he was her Christian and what would have normally earned him an exasperated eye-roll a year ago had Niamh moving in haste to bridge the divide between them, her fingers reaching to cup his face as she elevated herself up on tiptoes to crush her lips against his. Fingers sloping upwards to grip his hair as she deepened the kiss, Niamh found her emotions betraying her once more as hot tears slid down her cheeks. Drawing away slightly, she bit her lip whilst looking away embarrassed, she wasn’t usually one for showing her feelings. “Don’t ever leave me again, I don’t care if they offer you another mission abroad tomorrow, you’re not leaving my side. Do you understand?” Her words were firm as she stared into those beautiful irises of his, her fingers on his skin, her body pressing against his. Pressing a smaller, softer kiss to his lips she whispered against them; “Thank you for keeping your promise.” The kiss was sodamnworth it.Christian held Niamh tight against him, strong arms wrapping around her waist and squeezing her impossibly close. There was no where else he'd rather be, no one else he'd rather be with. He'd done it all for her, to get back here, to this moment. What happened next didn't matter to Christian, he was finally here, finally where he belonged. Those final moments with her before the mission, the kiss and the promise, he'd regretted them when it all went to shit. He'd been willing to do whatever it took to return, to crawl his way out of hell itself in order to get back here and find her. Luckily, hell was easier to escape than Christian had anticipated and now...Niamh pulled away slightly and Christian saw the tears rolling down her cheeks. As she turned away, Christian could only sigh with a slight smile on his face as he reached up with a hand to brush some of the tears away. He would have followed up her demands with another comment but Niamh wasn't giving him a chance as her lips pressed to his once again, silencing him. He felt his body trembling at the tenderness of her lips on his, his body feeling as though it might loose all stability and melt away. His grip around her loosened so as not to be so constrictive, one hand remaining on her cheek to caress her soft skin while the other moved to tangle in her hair "I'd be a bit of an asshole if I didn't keep it" Christian whispered, moving in for another kiss.The sound of a familiar clicking of heels could be heard just outside the door, causing Christian to suddenly twirl Niamh around in his arms and pin her to the door, a playful smile on his lips as he pressed a finger to hers as Linda knocked on the other side of the door."Christian? Niamh?"Leaning in close, Christian whispered in Niamh's ear "I think we'd both prefer not to be interrupted" His hot breath caressing her skin before Christian closed that space and pressed his lips to Niamh's neck, caressing his lips up and down the slender curve of her neck. His hands hand moved to her waist but were now intent on teasing Niamh as Christian's body pressed against her. One hand had slipped beneath her blouse and was now caressing along Niamh's midrift, just as Christian had done to tease her while they'd been training. His other hand moved down her leg, caressing along the helm of her skirt, daring the hips of his fingers to slip in towards her thighs."God I really, really hope you're single" Christian teased as his teeth found the lobe of her ear and nibbled in it "Because I want to take you out to the nicest damn restaurant in this city before I hear anyone else mention the word debrief again" Christian’s breath felt hot on her skin and between her tears and his tender touch on her face, Niamh let herself melt into his kiss; relishing their closeness. Her eyes had been shut when she found her body being spun with ease in Christian’s arms, her back pressed against the door. Eyes opening to stare into the blue of his hypnotic irises, Niamh smirked as she heard Linda outside."I think we'd both prefer not to be interrupted"He had uttered. Well, there would be no objection from her.Pressing a soft kiss to the finger he had pressed against her lips, Niamh nodded, her eyes swivelling over to the lock on the door, taking a deep inward breath she pushed herself against him as her mind twisted the lock. His hands were on her body, remembering by touch every detail about her of which he’d left behind over twelve months ago. He had always done this to her, cornered her somewhere where they couldn’t be found, pressed himself against her and let his hands wander on their own journey across her heated form. It had driven her wild and it was doing so again. Niamh was sure Christian would be able to feel her heartbeat and the tremble of her legs. Chest heaving, Niamh’s head tilted back, a sweet sigh escaping her lips as his own found purchase on her neck, the roughness of his stubble paired with the softness of his mouth sending her mind into overdrive.When his fingers teased their way underneath the hem of her skirt and towards her inner thigh, Niamh bit her lip as he in turn nibbled on her earlobe."God I really, really hope you're single…Because I want to take you out to the nicest damn restaurant in this city before I hear anyone else mention the word debrief again"“There’s nobody else. I didn’t want anyone else.” She managed to utter, her fingers gripping the taut muscle of his upper arms, her breath hitching as his other hand caressed her waist beneath her blouse. There was an internal battle wreaking havoc in her usually so organised mind; part of her wanted him to clear the desk and take her in every which way on top of it, the other needed to get back to being responsible Niamh who had people depending on her, children that would need her to be on full form tomorrow for when she went to greet them. Groaning, Niamh thought on the frustrating amount of times Christian used to do this to her at the academy and then back away with that impish smile of his always just before things got deeper, now she had to do the same. “…Christian, stop.” Niamh uttered, her hands reaching out, gently pressing against his hard chest, creating a barrier between them; regretfully putting a pause on their moment. Slipping out of his hold, Niamh broke away, taking a deep breath as she ran her fingers through her hair. Breaking eye contact, the het up young woman walked away from him and toward her desk where her mountain of work sat waiting for her. Head bowed she spoke;“Make no mistake about this. I want you, I want us. I want dinner and I want to make up for every lost second but I…we need time. We aren’t kids anymore and I need to wrap my head around this.” She sighed, her hands still shaking as she found it hard to look at him lest she run back into his arms and forget her duties to The Family. "I’m going to get clearance from Linda for some vacation time away from the office so we can figure everything out.” Niamh uttered, turning to chance a look at him. “But in the mean time, where are you staying, Christian? Did you...Did you want to stay with me?” The sudden heat was hit with a cold dose of reality as Nimah requested he stop. A lump in his throat as Christian swallowed, confusion in his gaze as Nimah moved towards her desk. Of course. The world hadn't paused while he was away. There was work, responsibility, Family duty. Where would he fit into all of that? His eyes swept across her desk, a the piles of work waiting for her attention. Her words were kind, assuring but Christian couldn't feel a comfort in them. He didn't want to be greedy for her time, didn't want their first time seeing each other again to be tainted so Christian straightened up and forced a small smile to his face "I appreciate the offer Nimah but if our first moments here are any indication, I'll be a bit of a distraction towards you and your...work"He was being bitter and childish. The rejection stung and Christian suddenly felt as though he was on shaky ground. Nimah had been everything he'd been focused on, his reason for returning, for putting up with the baseless judgement and constant interrogation, for people just waiting for to lash out, to put the blame on him for what happened. The sharks were circling now, waiting for him to mess up and the island he'd been counting on was still in the distance. He didn't want to blame her but Christian couldn't bare to be in the room with her. Unlocking the door to her office, he opened it to leave, hoping that perhaps Linda would be more interested in speaking with Nimah than with him.Only Linda wasn't alone."Mister Letwin. We never finished out questions" The older gentleman from the interrogation room stood beside Linda, leaning on his cane. His face was old and weathered, mostly bald head with a few stray grey hairs combed backwards and beady grey eyes gazed suspiciously at Christian. The man looked feeble but with magic you could never tell "Arnold Jacobs. Head of Family Security Operations. We've been following your colorful history for a long time now Christian" He spoke with a low, gravely voice, eyeing Nimah behind him "Ah and Miss Morgan is here too. You really shouldn't be seeing this man, Miss Morgan. Not until we've ensured Mister Letwin isn't a danger. Our records indicate you're rather aggressive with your offensive magics, Mister Letwin. If you were to ever hurt Miss Morgan...""I would never hurt Nimah" Christian replied angrily, looking between Nimah, Linda and Arnold "I don't understand why you guys keep targeting me""Christian, no one is targeting you" Linda assured him, stepping in front of Arnold with a glare towards the security chief "We just need to make sure that you're not hiding anything. It's standard procedure. Please, just cooperate. Dark magic is a serious issue and your team was clearly targeted. The fact that you have a history and are the only survivor just makes us want to be that much more careful. Nimah already offered you lodging, didn't she? Stay with her, she'll let us know...""No" Arnold cut in, slamming the end of his cane onto the ground "It's clear Miss Morgan already as a...personal involvement in this case. We can't trust her to be impartial""That's actually exactly how we can trust her" Linda countered, walking past Christian to stand beside Nimah "She'll want what is best for Christian and if she sees any signs of corruption or darkness, she'll want us to help him. Isn't that right, Nimah?"Christian was moving towards the door during all this, like a trapped animal seeking an escape. He'd clearly made a mistake returning but Arnold seemed to sense Christian's intent and blocked the doorway with his cane "Let's wait and see Miss Morgan's answer first, shall we? We have plenty of space in the Basement, should she refuse" Niamh felt her heart plummet when she saw the look of rejection touch his features. He was already unlocking the door to leave as she tried to gather the words to tell him that she didn’t want him to feel such a way, that she didn’t want him to go and that she’d worked so hard and buried herself in work that past year because she was so grief-stricken that she didn’t want to give herself even a moment to think about him.“Christian, wait plea…”The door had already opened and Linda was still stood there, only she was with another man; a man she’d not formally met who was eyeing Christian with a fierce look of contempt. Mouth shutting; Niamh moved a little closer to Christian, subconsciously wanting to protect him from the negativity she was sensing from the older man. Revealed to her as Arnold Jacobs, Niamh felt her eyes flitting between the intimidating presence and Linda, her superior. It was when Arnold decided to bring up Christian’s tough past and offer up the idea that he might potentially hurt her that Niamh felt her eyes narrow and her jaw clench. She knew of Christian’s former life and what had happened before he was brought to the academy, she also had witnessed the sheer extraordinary strength of his abilities; it was raw, unfiltered and intense and it had fascinated her from the moment she had met him. It was true that his magery was aggressive but it was what made him who he was, a force unlike any other. Niamh met with Christian’s gaze as he vocally rejected the absurd notion that he’d cause her harm, her lips curving into a small smile. He wouldn’t have needed to say it to her, she already knew. Glaring back at Arnold as Linda spoke, Niamh wasted no time when prompted to answer on the matter of where Christian would stay.Moving purposefully to where Christian had been halted at the door, Niamh’s wide expressive eyes caught his gaze, her fingers taking a hold of his hand as she pulled him to her, not looking at anyone other than him.“Christian belongs with me.” She stated firmly matter of factly for Arnold and Linda to hear, whilst her eyes relayed the sincerity of her words straight to him. “My home is his and that’s that. If there is any change in his condition I will let you know but until that time, I don’t expect you’re going to get much more out of him tonight. He needs his rest don’t you think? Let him sleep and begin your questioning again tomorrow when he’s fresh.” Arnold grimaced and went to interject but Linda soon counteracted.“Yes, well it’s been a long day. Perhaps Niamh is right. It’s not like we won’t know where to find him should something more pressingly urgent arise in the next few hours.” Seeing that he was outnumbered, Arnold conceded though it was obvious he had been geared up for interrogation round two.“Tomorrow Christian, eight o’clock sharp.” The old man turned on his heel, leaving the office with a shake of his head. Linda soon moved to follow, though she lingered by the door for a time as if uncertain of what to do. It was strange to see the woman like that, but Niamh hadn’t time to dwell.Pausing only to take a breath, Niamh released Christian’s hand temporarily as she moved to her desk; grabbing her large bag and car keys, she gathered up some papers and files to take home with her. She just wanted to get the two of them out of the now stifling office. Remembering what she had said to Christian, Niamh called out to Linda who was dithering by the door;“Since you’re here Linda, I’m formally requesting some time off, I’ll be in tomorrow to oversee the Academy arrivals and fill out the necessary reports but after that is done I think it best I have a few days away from the office. I, err, well I’ve never asked for a day off before so I don’t actually know who I need to speak to in terms of sorting that out.”“Yes, of course. Don’t worry, I’ll arrange for it.” Linda uttered, seeing the fire in Niamh’s eyes as the young woman hastily gathered her things together. “Rest well, both of you.” And with that she had gone. Looking to Christian, finally alone with him once more, Niamh dropped her bags and moved to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, nuzzling her head against his chest. “There isn’t anything I want more than to just be with you without any distractions, I meant what I said, I want you. Don’t try and leave again please, it hurt too fucking much the first time.” Realising how needy she was sounding, Niamh quickly changed the topic.“How about we take all of this back to my place, I’ll heat up my cold thai takeout for us and finish off some paperwork whilst you get settled in?” With his heartbeat feeling like it was going to break out of his chest, Christian barely noticed the reminder of the conversation swirling about him. He was pulled toward Niamh, his eyes catching hers as he waited to see what the eventual outcome of this meeting was going to be. Biting his inside cheek to keep himself from commenting, Christian squeezed Niamh's hand as the conversation seemed to veer back in their favor but hated the way Arnold was looking at him. He knew that look well and when Christian had been training, other students that gave him that look usually ended up flat on their asses. He wanted to do that now, unleash his pent up rage and frustration but Linda and Niamh appeared to drive him off.And suddenly Niamh had her arms wrapped around him, her slender frame disappearing into his broader, taller form as his hands cautiously moved to hug her as well "I didn't think you were lying about wanting me. Your kiss convinced me of that" Christian replied, his gaze drifting back to her desk "It was just a matter of whether or not you would have the time for me. After all, it has been...awhile. And unlike for myself, time hasn't exactly stopped for you. I don't want to be a burden on you, anymore than I already have since I disappeared. I don't want our first meeting to be so...fucked up with everyone else"Removing a hand from her back, Christian caressed the side of Niamh's face that wasn't nuzzled into his chest "Make no mistake, I desperately, desperately want you. You're the only reason I came back to this place, Niamh. It was the first thing I asked when I called the Family. They wouldn't let me talk to you, had to take me in first...security reasons, of course" There was an edge in his voice before Christian coughed "But if you are fine with having me around and can offer some terrible takeout, I suppose it sounds better than seeing if your cooking has improved" A smile was on his face now as he hugged Niamh tight "So cold thai takeout sounds like a much safer alternative" “There is always going to be time for you, for us, Christian.” Niamh mumbled against his suit as she stayed close to him, her arms wrapped around his waist. “I’ve got new responsibilities, and you will too but we’ll make it work.” She remained close, feeling his heartbeat against her cheek as she pressed her face close to his chest; the tips of his fingers brushing against her skin. Her heart ached at the thought of her name being the first thing on Christian’s lips when he made his recovery in Russia and managed to get a hold of The Family. She thought on how frustrated she herself would have been at those who denied him time and time again to go over the same questions he’d already answered.“We’re together now, that’s what matters.” She uttered softly, her fingers stroking his back as she breathed in his scent; familiarising herself with him all over again; holding him tight as though he might disappear again at any moment. At his cheeky comment, Niamh drew back, her nose crinkling as she faux pouted. “You said you liked my cooking!” Shaking her head, she found herself grinning before a tired yawn escaped her lips. “Right well, I don’t know how much stuff you have with you, anything you don’t have we can pick up for you tomorrow but for now, let’s go home, rascal.” She whispered, using the nickname she’d spent most of their time at the Academy together referring to him as. Reaching up to press a soft kiss to his lips, Niamh moved to re-gather her things, drawing out her car keys and beckoning for him to follow her out of her office.***The drive back to her apartment in her old classic red Mini Cooper had been a quiet one, the old radio had crackled in between songs but neither had moved to try and tune it. Niamh lived not far from The Family’s headquarters so it was thankfully a short drive for the tired pair. Cropthorne Court was a modest apartment block set in a quiet neighbourhood. If Niamh’s parents had had it their way she’d have been living either with them on their vast estate or in an extravagant home in an elusive gated community, but Niamh had always wanted her own independence, to pay her own way. Her family name alone had made it hard for people to take her seriously; many already had preconceived ideas about what she’d be like due to who her family were. It was one of many reasons that she’d worked and trained so hard at The Academy, it was also why she’d guarded herself, not sure whether people wanted to know her for who she was or for her prestigious family moniker. It had taken some time but it seemed most people in The Family viewed her as an equal, she hoped so anyway.Gathering their things from the trunk together, Niamh fished out her keys. She was on the ground floor so after a short walk across the hall she was soon unlocking the door to her home. Dropping her bags by the door, Niamh reached for Christian’s hand, tugging him gently behind her. Her apartment truly was a reflection of her; with its clean, white walls and everything scrupulously organised, pristine and perfectly placed. The apartment’s open plan interior meant that Niamh could make sure Christian was comfortable in the lounge area with the television on whilst being over in the kitchenette space opposite where she flicked on the kettle and put the Thai takeout in the microwave for them to share. As it buzzed away, Niamh moved to the chesterfield couch where Christian was sat; flopping down beside him as her eyes stared blankly towards the screen.“I might take a rain check on some of the paperwork I thought I’d be able to finish up tonight…I can catch up in the morning…For now, all I want is to be wrapped up with you.” She whispered, turning to him, her fingers reaching up to smooth over a few wayward strands of his dark hair. “Does that sound alright to you?” Everything was perfect. The world was going back to how it should be and so long as he had Niamh by his side, nothing else mattered to Christian. He'd been thrown to the wolves and clawed his way out, back home, back to his love. The Family didn't understand it, he knew they frowned upon this relationship between them. Not that they frowned on it enough to try and have him killed, but Christian doubted there were many sad faces when it was announced he'd been killed in action. Likely there had only been one sad face...he turned to Niamh as they drove, smiling at her as the radio sang mismatched songs. God she was too good for him. How had he even managed?Offers to help carry things in seemingly fell on deaf ears as Niamh brought everything in with her. Helping with the doors and hurrying along beside her, Christian followed her down the hall and held the door open as the pair of them entered. Christian could feel his heart beating in his chest, suddenly nervous about being alone with Niamh. Before he could say anything, she was already pulling him along through the apartment. He couldn't help but grin at the visuals around him, the overtly clean and ordered apartment looking like Niamh's dream place. A cheeky comment died on his lips as she sat him down before hurrying off, the sound of a microwave starting in the background as Christian pulled off his jacket, leaving him in just his shirt and pants.With the microwave humming in the background, Niamh joined him on the couch. She talked about paperwork, about being wrapped up with him. She turned to him, her fingers caressing a few strands of stray hair.Words were boring.Christian leaned in, kissing Niamh with the same aggressive desperation when they were in her office. His lips tangled against her, tongue pressing past her lips for access to her sweet mouth. A hand was raised, tangling in her hair and pulling her closer while his other hand rested upon her hip, enjoying the curve of her body. Growling against her mouth, Christian pressed into her harder, his yearning and lust for her plainly evident. Subtly had never been something Christian was known for and that translated into his more intimate actions as well. He wanted her and Christian was certain that Niamh was going to know that as he finally pulled away, licking away the strands of saliva that connected his lips to her."Yes, Niamh. That sounds alright with me" Christian answered with a sensual purr as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her neck now, running a trail of kisses up and down her neck, biting on her skin teasingly as he took in her scent "That sounds very, very alright" The kiss he pressed to her lips carried the same urgency as the one they had shared in her office and yet this felt more intimate, comfortable and more private; what with them both being tucked away in her apartment and away from the prying eyes of those in The Family that had never really understood why the pair had been drawn together in the first place. Christian had never been one for subtlety and his intrusive tongue only served to make her flush as she let her own massage and dance against it; a soft moan issuing against his mouth as she felt her body burn and her heart rate escalate. With his fingers laced in her long hair, locking them together, Niamh felt herself pushing against him; her fingers placing against his hard, sculpted physique. His own fingers were deft and nimble with intent as his free hand caressed against the curve of her hip and it was with some difficulty that she allowed their lips to part.How did he not know how much his voice affected her? She was sure her olive skin was glowing crimson with how heated she felt in that moment. The microwave beeped in the background but she couldn’t hear it, not really, so swept up in the moment with him.Christian’s sweet mouth found purchase on her throat and the warmth of his lips paired with the sharpness of his teeth drew a staggered gasp from her wanton mouth. Niamh craved him. She could already feel the heat rise between her legs as he nipped at the delicate flesh of her neck. “Don’t ever make me wait so long for you again.” She moaned sweetly, her eyes closing as her fingers moved to undo the buttons of his shirt.

-Returned- (Crixus & DesertFlower)

Kaonil in Conflict (IC)

OOCKura wakes up, yawning, stretching, and being optimistic about the day. She put on her clothes and walked to get breakfast.Protests could be faintly heard outside, along with noises of gunshots. The noises of gunshots can be heard almost every morning. The interspecies debate has gone on for too long, or that is what Kura would say. Her mother was still asleep, but by now the entire city would have been woken up.Once she finished, Kura stepped outside the house and made her way to PFC. Kiopson Betes Gun? Check. Crack knuckles? Check. Breakfast? *stomach grumbles* Yeah we're swingin by PFC, I could use some diet food.Walking out the door with a spring in his step and his inanely large rifle on his shoulder, Kio made his way to his sister's favorite restaurant, although why she liked it eluded him it did have its charms. It had as much fried vegetables as you could shake an angry old rattler at so that was good, and it never seemed to run out of those cute rabbit waitresses that abounded these days. Walking in the door, ignoring the sudden silence and up to the equally quiet counter he looked over the menu with the air of a predator barely held at bay, eying the choices. With a voice that skirted on silver and hissed down dunes of fine sand Kio said "I'll have the fried carrot, and erm." Looking down to the worker at the counter with the eye of one who rarely asks many questions that go unanswered for long before grunting out quietly "Er, what do you recommend? I just need something for breakfast, so something nutritious or my sister'd kill me."Kia BetesKia remained asleep and likely will until the voice in her head that dictates her every move and desire decides to wake her or finds she is needed because the voice in her head dislikes running multiple characters in forum rps. AjaxSo this is Paradise....Ajax thought as he aimlessly walked through the streets. His pace was slow, unlike the pace of others. He heard gun shots in the distance, but no one seemed to reach.Doesn't seem like Paradise.he figured as he continued to wander.He carried with him, one bag. The bag had everything he needed, all of the bare necessities. That and his guitar, Ajax was a musician, wandering the world, and singing, to him, it was fun. He smiled as he walked, ignoring the stares that he had gotten used to. He was a Red Panda, and Red Pandas almost never entered cities.His stomach growled as he stopped in front of a restaurant."PFC.... Why not?" He said to himself as he entered the restaurant. He looked around, there was a rather large lizardman, a bunch of rabbits, and other species. He found a nice place to sit, placed his bag beside him, and looked at the menu. As Kura walked by the lizard, she said "Most of our leafy vegetables are nutritious, if you don't want something very flavorful."She went into the kitchen and began taking the plates. There was only one other waiter, and since PFC was very popular, they had to do their job faster than most other restaurants. So, she did it faster than him. Probably a little too fast. Abserdia wrote:As Kura walked by the lizard, she said "Most of our leafy vegetables are nutritious, if you don't want something very flavorful."She went into the kitchen and began taking the plates. There was only one other waiter, and since PFC was very popular, they had to do their job faster than most other restaurants. So, she did it faster than him. Probably a little too fast.Kiopson BetesNodding Kio replied, "Just give me whatever then, I could use some food before I get shot at today, something tasty." Looking at the menu again Kio shrugged with impatience and said "Just give me something so I can go keep the streets as 'safe' like I get paid to. I don't think any of the grungy lookin idiots you find riotin now a-days are good enough to eat, most of em a re skin, bone, and spray paint canisters, what a pity that is right? And dont get me started on how you can die of eating nothing but rabbits, why anyone would want to eat one of you buggers is beyond me, you dont look remotely tasty." Looking over the denizens of ther restaraunt before setteling his gaze on the red figure that had moseyed its way in he licked his teeth with his serpentine tongue before stating plainly. "Now that one, I'd tear into, better get me something before I try to eat one of your customers." Turning with a menacing grimace of a smile he turned to the shocked patrons and let out a hissing laugh before adding "What? Cant take a joke?" Paradise.Paradise. A trip a long time ago.Huh.Hungry.Food.Wayde slid out from behind a dumpster, making sure to clean up the bones of his homeless snack from last night."Fooood." Kura took a plate of most leafy vegetables and gave it to Kiopson, along with a cup of iced water. Afterwards, she went towards the red panda, thinkingRed pandas aren't that common around here... they're pretty much near-extinction.And she pretty much correct. Red pandas are very rare in the country Paradise is in, which would be equivalent to all of North America."May I take your order?"Kura didn't really trust this red panda. His expression looked like he was lusting over someone. Always. Abserdia wrote:Kura took a plate of most leafy vegetables and gave it to Kiopson, along with a cup of iced water. Afterwards, she went towards the red panda, thinking Red pandas aren't that common around here... they're pretty much near-extinction. And she pretty much correct. Red pandas are very rare in the country Paradise is in, which would be equivalent to all of North America."May I take your order?"Kura didn't really trust this red panda. His expression looked like he was lusting over someone. Always.Sighing Kio ate the vegetables with a grimace, trying to gnash the vegetables between his dagger like teeth before sighing and shoving most of the salad in the cup of water and drinking the leafy affair. Sighing he took some nondescript jerky out of his coat and began chewing on it as he looked out the door and ducked back in quickly as a bullet peened off the sidewalk, several shouts were apparent and some more gunshots could be heard. Sighing and gripping his rifle in exasperation he burst the door open and stood in the doorway shooting and yelling "Let me and these peaceful people enjoy their breakfast! Its too early to be rioting, now get gone!" The bullets and shouting stopped only to be replaced with running footsteps as the crowd dispersed, fewer in number as several bodies were sprawled on the road, bloodied with bullet holes and Kio walked back to his seat and sat wearily, reloading his rifle and announcing "I think we all better have a nice time in here for a while, let the crazies disperse a little more. There aren't any pro inter-species in here are there?" Kura was too scared to admit that she was pro-interspecies. Most people were too afraid to admit their views on it, actually. Most, if not all of the people in PFC stayed uncomfortably quiet.This is awkward... Abserdia wrote:Kura was too scared to admit that she was pro-interspecies. Most people were too afraid to admit their views on it, actually. Most, if not all of the people in PFC stayed uncomfortably quiet. This is awkward...Looking around at the quiet room he added "I'm not going to give you to the mobs, just wondering how many people are in this area. Hell, I know I don't care what species the person you love is, you cant get in the way of something like love, so I don't even try." As he finished reloading his rifle Kio layed it across his lap and said quietly "For my curiosity, so I can protect you and do my job, how many of you are pro inter-species?" AjaxAjax looked at the rabbit and smiled, "I'll have what ever you recommend... I don't care." He said.When the lizard man asked if anyone was pro species."What do you mean pro inter-species?" He asked confused. Kura raised her hand, along with half the other animals in PFC. The other half were either anti interspecies or were too scared to admit their views. She said "This red panda is pro interspecies, too.But seriously, what do you want to order? Have you even looked at the menu?" Ajax"Woah... first off, what is this pro interspecies thing?" Ajax asked putting his hands out, "I don't want to be labeled something I am not. Secondly, I have seen the menu, but I don't know what to choose, so just give me the chefs choice." Kura was amazed by the red panda's naivety. "Haha, okay, I'm going to go get you some fried carrots. Haha, that was amazing." Kura's laughs and giggles could be heard when nobody was talking, but as soon as she stopped it she walked outside the kitchen's doors and gave Ajax fried carrots. "That's free, because you made me laugh at you." AjaxAjax was truly confused, the rabbit laughing at him only because he didn't know what they were talking about. But he smiled when she came back with fried carrots, and chuckled at her comment."Hey, if others laughing at me gets me free food.... I'm not complaining." He said as he started to eat the carrots, "Names Ajax by the way. Wandering is the job. But seriously, what is this interspecies thing?" Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax was truly confused, the rabbit laughing at him only because he didn't know what they were talking about. But he smiled when she came back with fried carrots, and chuckled at her comment."Hey, if others laughing at me gets me free food.... I'm not complaining." He said as he started to eat the carrots, "Names Ajax by the way. Wandering is the jo"so b. But seriously, what is this interspecies thing?"Standing and walking over to the panda and sitting across from him, Kio leaned forward and asked "Are you seriously telling me you haven't heard? The city's been in pandemonium- no pun intended, for around a month, murder rates have skyrocketed and all because of a little protest group that gained followers, stuff turned violent real quick and has stayed that way." Letting his words sink in Kio leaned back before asking "So, which one are you? A crazy murderer out to kill some young couple just because they're in love or are you ok with it and willing to stand up for them? Cause there isnt a middle ground, these people here I'm sure would be willing to do some damage to someone who tried to mess up the peace they have here, which isn't very widespread." AjaxAjax watched the lizard man and listened. He shrugged his shoulders."I am telling the truth... Haven't heard... Not from this city... I'm a Wanderer, rarely enter cities, preferring to stay out in the wilderness." He said, "And if you ask me... Love is love... Why would anyone want to kill a young couple anyway?" Where am I?Where am I?I'm sorry.I'm scared.I'm angry.I'm hungry.Where am I?Wayde slid from the manhole, and dropped into the sewers below.He settled back and let the current take him.Where am I? "Hehe, well, ask me if you have any questions about this city." Kura said, walking past them with another plate to another table. "This place gets busy early in the morning, slows down afterwards, and speeds up again at lunch. So it should slow down in a few minutes."She put down the plate and immediately went back to the kitchen, grabbing 2 plates and walking back to the other tables. Once upon a midnight drearyExcept it wasn't midnight, was it? No, it was morning. A nice morning, at that.While I pondered, weak and wearyWeak and weary, indeed. World-weary, weakened by pain, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, hah!But if the entire poem continued, she would never get anywhere. Suffice it to say that she was a raven, a raven bearing sorrow in her wings, her heart as dark as her delicate plumage.She spoke not a word as others conversed, and never smiled, not even at the panda's ignorance.Ignorance is bliss, when it's not fatal.It nearly was.Interspecies love. Not an issue to her, no, just another box on her checklist of shame.Then when the panda asked his question, she replied.Let him learn..."Interspecies love. It's a big issue for most people. Some people say that it's wrong, and others that it's fine. I don't really care myself; it's too late anyway, nothing I can do." Charlia wrote:Once upon a midnight drearyExcept it wasn't midnight, was it? No, it was morning. A nice morning, at that.While I pondered, weak and wearyWeak and weary, indeed. World-weary, weakened by pain, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, hah!But if the entire poem continued, she would never get anywhere. Suffice it to say that she was a raven, a raven bearing sorrow in her wings, her heart as dark as her delicate plumage.She spoke not a word as others conversed, and never smiled, not even at the panda's ignorance.Ignorance is bliss, when it's not fatal.It nearly was.Interspecies love. Not an issue to her, no, just another box on her checklist of shame.Then when the panda asked his question, she replied. Let him learn..."Interspecies love. It's a big issue for most people. Some people say that it's wrong, and others that it's fine. I don't really care myself; it's too late anyway, nothing I can do."Nodding at the raven's sensible comment he replied in kind to the panda "Friend, I recommend two things. You buy the largest caliber gun you can shoot safely, a dealer will be able to size you up, and you stay in the little islands of sanity this town has left so you don't have to use that gun except when absolutely necessary. I safely can bet you one in three people in this joint have a gun with them right now, and out of all of them I've got the biggest and I wear it open because I'm the law. Remember that, I wear mine open because I can, you keep yours in jacket or some such or I'll make a throw pillow out of your hide you understand me? We don't need some crazy anti inter-species mob bringing in scatterguns because roddy ringtail over here has a pistol in the open." Shaking his head and giving a dark laugh he added "I don't need any more letters to write home to some passer-through's family." Kerzacistan wrote:Charlia wrote:Once upon a midnight drearyExcept it wasn't midnight, was it? No, it was morning. A nice morning, at that.While I pondered, weak and wearyWeak and weary, indeed. World-weary, weakened by pain, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, hah!But if the entire poem continued, she would never get anywhere. Suffice it to say that she was a raven, a raven bearing sorrow in her wings, her heart as dark as her delicate plumage.She spoke not a word as others conversed, and never smiled, not even at the panda's ignorance.Ignorance is bliss, when it's not fatal.It nearly was.Interspecies love. Not an issue to her, no, just another box on her checklist of shame.Then when the panda asked his question, she replied. Let him learn..."Interspecies love. It's a big issue for most people. Some people say that it's wrong, and others that it's fine. I don't really care myself; it's too late anyway, nothing I can do."Nodding at the raven's sensible comment he replied in kind to the panda "Friend, I recommend two things. You buy the largest caliber gun you can shoot safely, a dealer will be able to size you up, and you stay in the little islands of sanity this town has left so you don't have to use that gun except when absolutely necessary. I safely can bet you one in three people in this joint have a gun with them right now, and out of all of them I've got the biggest and I wear it open because I'm the law. Remember that, I wear mine open because I can, you keep yours in jacket or some such or I'll make a throw pillow out of your hide you understand me? We don't need some crazy anti inter-species mob bringing in scatterguns because roddy ringtail over here has a pistol in the open." Shaking his head and giving a dark laugh he added "I don't need any more letters to write home to some passer-through's family."The raven raised an... eyebrow, or at least the closest thing she had.Guns. Oh, look, they don't have a gun, it's safe. They have a gun, run for your lives!Why is everyone so stupid? AraiShe had a cigarette in her mouth, a bag on her back, a bolt-action rifle slung over her shoulder, and a bandanna around her neck. She walked, anyone near her backed off, fearing that she would attack them if otherwise. In truth, she wasn't all that interested in them, she had her eyes set on another target. Rumors of a predator hiding out nearby had attracted her to the city, which she was unfamiliar with. She often avoided the city because there were so many threats, but the bounty the contractor offered was too great for her to resist. She had no idea where to look so she decided it would be best for her to head to a nearby restaurant and see if anyone would be willing to act as her guide. Ajax"So, it's frowned upon to love someone not of your species..." He paused, "That's bull shit!" He said loudly, "Sorry, excuse my language."He then looked to the Raven, "Thank you for answering my question. Names Ajax by the way." He then turned to the lizard man, "Why would I need a gun? I am a Red Panda, we only fight as a last resort... Even then, guns are not favoured." He then tapped his large bag, "This bag contains all I need. What's your name lizard man? If you don't mind me asking." Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Ajax"So, it's frowned upon to love someone not of your species..." He paused, "That's bull shit!" He said loudly, "Sorry, excuse my language."He then looked to the Raven, "Thank you for answering my question. Names Ajax by the way." He then turned to the lizard man, "Why would I need a gun? I am a Red Panda, we only fight as a last resort... Even then, guns are not favoured." He then tapped his large bag, "This bag contains all I need. What's your name lizard man? If you don't mind me asking.""Its sensibility is of no consequence to me," she said mournfully. "It is already too late. Who can change the past and unravel the threads of reality? Who can erase the indelible?" An ironic smile crossed her face, and she closed her eyes, altering her cadence to that of a preacher exhorting his congregation. "'Who can bring what is pure from the impure? No one!'" AjaxAjax looked at the Raven, listening to the way she spoke. He could tell easily that her past was painful. He could hear it in her voice, and see it on her face. She put out an aura that screamed pain."Umm, what's your name? If you don't mind me asking. I can sense much pain in your past." He said, "You talk as if the past defines you... It doesn't. A story may have a crappy beginning, but what matters is the ending. It is up to the individual to craft that ending. Often, making a bad beginning into a happy ending is hard, and challenging, but that is how one grows. The past is the past, now is the present, not the past." He smiled, "Live for the present, conquer the past, and create a better future." Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax looked at the Raven, listening to the way she spoke. He could tell easily that her past was painful. He could hear it in her voice, and see it on her face. She put out an aura that screamed pain."Umm, what's your name? If you don't mind me asking. I can sense much pain in your past." He said, "You talk as if the past defines you... It doesn't. A story may have a crappy beginning, but what matters is the ending. It is up to the individual to craft that ending. Often, making a bad beginning into a happy ending is hard, and challenging, but that is how one grows. The past is the past, now is the present, not the past." He smiled, "Live for the present, conquer the past, and create a better future."She laughed, but there was less joy and more bitterness in the sound. "My name's Charlotte. And as to your advice, I only have one thing to say... Tell that to the people out there. The people who hate those like me for things that I couldn't control. People who act like it was a choice I made, or that somehow I caused it. Once you convince them, then come back and try to convince me.'From childhood's hour I have not been as others were'," she quoted."My secrets are secrets for a reason." AraiThis is bullshitArai thought to herself as she barged into a building that had an open sign hanging in front of it. After barging in, she looked around for a bit until she spotted a Raven and a Red Panda.May as well see what they're up tothought Araimaybe they'll be interested in making money.Arai walked over to the table and asked "Would it be okay if I join you?" The question would have seemed innocent if it were not for the fact she openly wielded a gun, to the dismay of a few patrons. The Flame Dawn wrote:AraiThis is bullshit Arai thought to herself as she barged into a building that had an open sign hanging in front of it. After barging in, she looked around for a bit until she spotted a Raven and a Red Panda. May as well see what they're up to thought Arai maybe they'll be interested in making money.Arai walked over to the table and asked "Would it be okay if I join you?" The question would have seemed innocent if it were not for the fact she openly wielded a gun, to the dismay of a few patrons.Charlotte looked up, her eyes empty and uncaring, if not downright hostile."Sure, whatever. Go right ahead. I don't care.'I have not seen as others saw'." Charlia wrote:The Flame Dawn wrote:AraiThis is bullshit Arai thought to herself as she barged into a building that had an open sign hanging in front of it. After barging in, she looked around for a bit until she spotted a Raven and a Red Panda. May as well see what they're up to thought Arai maybe they'll be interested in making money.Arai walked over to the table and asked "Would it be okay if I join you?" The question would have seemed innocent if it were not for the fact she openly wielded a gun, to the dismay of a few patrons.Charlotte looked up, her eyes empty and uncaring, if not downright hostile."Sure, whatever. Go right ahead. I don't care. 'I have not seen as others saw'.""great,"Arai thought to herself as she got into a chair,"seems like everyone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."Arai sighs and puts her head on the table, "I've had terrible luck today and I just need to drown myself in booze. I'm an out of town hunter with no clue how to get around here." Arai takes a deep breath and resumes to speak, "I came here while chasing a pred my contractor's got a nice bounty on. I thought this would be an easy hit but I can't tell the difference between a strip club and a shopping mall." The Flame Dawn wrote:Charlia wrote:Charlotte looked up, her eyes empty and uncaring, if not downright hostile."Sure, whatever. Go right ahead. I don't care. 'I have not seen as others saw'.""great," Arai thought to herself as she got into a chair, "seems like everyone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Arai sighs and puts her head on the table, "I've had terrible luck today and I just need to drown myself in booze. I'm an out of town hunter with no clue how to get around here." Arai takes a deep breath and resumes to speak, "I came here while chasing a pred my contractor's got a nice bounty on. I thought this would be an easy hit but I can't tell the difference between a strip club and a shopping mall."Charlotte again raised an 'eyebrow'."Perhaps we should not be speaking, then. I would see no reason to do any of the things you just spoke of, or--" Then her eyes widened.Oh, no. No, no, nope. We're good. Stay calm. What was the next line? What was the next line?!"'I could not bring my passions from a common spring'."Calm. I am... calm. AjaxAjax raised an eyebrow, "Why would anyone hate someone for something that was out of their control? Anyways, Charlotte, don't let your past determine your present.... But, if you keep it secret, out of fear, then you will live a life dictated by fear."He stopped when the fox came, and listened. He noticed a change in Charlotte again. "Charlotte, you alright?" "Sorry, Miss, but we don't serve alcohol. Also, unless you're a... person..." Kura mumbled while staring at the big lizard with a gun, "then please put away your gun. And order food."She sat down on a chair and rested. Most people exited PFC, so the only people that were in was the only interesting people. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Ajax"So, it's frowned upon to love someone not of your species..." He paused, "That's bull shit!" He said loudly, "Sorry, excuse my language."He then looked to the Raven, "Thank you for answering my question. Names Ajax by the way." He then turned to the lizard man, "Why would I need a gun? I am a Red Panda, we only fight as a last resort... Even then, guns are not favoured." He then tapped his large bag, "This bag contains all I need. What's your name lizard man? If you don't mind me asking."Smirking/revealing his sharpened incisors, Kio replied "Because a gun can save your life where melee weapons cant, and there's times where a blank can save your life if you don't want to kill. The name is Kiopson Betes, near as there is a voice of law in this riot they call a town, I've done everything in my power to get the mayor to call the militias in and declare martial law but he wont. So get a gun, learn to use it and remember me fondly when it saves your life the first time someone tries to mug you for your stuff. I'd also recommend getting a palm dagger, I keep enough on myself to arm a small crowd if need be, they help if you can throw things well, I'm rather good at it." Taking a few out of hidden locations for emphasis before making them disappear as quickly before continuing "You chose a good restaurant to walk into, any of the places in the south part of town and you would have been killed for saying you supported what you support, and that's if you aren't tortured first. Rabbit folk tend to be tolerant, and Lizard folk like myself are quick to stand up for people who cant stand for themselves, so we're mostly on the same side as this part of town, cept we don't have riots, we end em and have a big ole meal with what's left because we aren't wasteful. Now If you'll excuse me..." Turning to the fox morph and the waitress rabbit from earlier he smiled/showed his sharpened incisors, asking cheerily in his customary liquid silver over sand type voice "So what's brought you into this peaceable establishment with such a large gun displayed rather openly? I hope you don't plan on getting violent with these amicable rabbit folk, because I would have to remove your body from the building If that were the case. So now that we have that bit of business over, have you seen any riots going on as of late? I do need to know because I usually like to have a general area to subdue before the end of the day." Although his tone was slightly cheerful his eyes told a different story, one that was all too common in the past few months, one that had repeated itself too many times for him to care anymore who's bodies he walked over or piled dirt onto. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax raised an eyebrow, "Why would anyone hate someone for something that was out of their control? Anyways, Charlotte, don't let your past determine your present.... But, if you keep it secret, out of fear, then you will live a life dictated by fear." He stopped when the fox came, and listened. He noticed a change in Charlotte again. "Charlotte, you alright?""I'mfine!" she snapped. "And as for your question, why don't you ask society? They certainly know how to hate me for it. Look around! This isn't some tolerant little utopia! They don'tneeda reason to hate me, to hate those like me, on either side of the equation, doesn't matter which 'crime' they committed, they're still hated, and I'm doubly hated and doubly cursed, because oftwisted fate!They don't need a reason, they can, so they do! That's the way peoplework!And I'm not keeping it secret out of fear. I'm keeping it secret out of wisdom, because I'm not going to just let the rest of the world walk all over me! Not again! Not ever again!"Calm. Calm, yes, calm... next line. Next line."'From the same source I have not taken my sorrow'." Quoting calmed her down. AjaxI don't need a gun.... Guns are bad... They allow people to kill with ease,he thought. He looked at Charlotte as she snapped. Ajax looked saddened."I don't hate..." Ajax said, "Hate will take control of you, chew you up, and spit you out. It will turn you from being civilized, into a monster." Abserdia wrote:"Sorry, Miss, but we don't serve alcohol. Also, unless you're a... person..." Kura mumbled while staring at the big lizard with a gun, "then please put away your gun. And order food."She sat down on a chair and rested. Most people exited PFC, so the only people that were in was the only interesting people.Arai groaned as she annoying grabbed a menu and looked through it. After a few moments of silence she handed the menu to the waitress and said, "can I have the cheapest meal available?"Charlia wrote:"Perhaps we should not be speaking, then. I would see no reason to do any of the things you just spoke of, or--" Then her eyes widened.Oh, no. No, no, nope. We're good. Stay calm. What was the next line? What was the next line?!"'I could not bring my passions from a common spring'."Calm. I am... calm.After Arai handed the Menu back to the waitress, she looked over at the Raven and asked if it was okay. While asking she slowly sat up and looked at the Raven with concern, afraid of what was going to happen. Another snack. Another creature. This time a raccoon man.Wayde had cleared out most of the homeless in the sewer system.Soon he would have to feed above.The someone was sure to notice. "Okay." Kura mumbled while walking towards the kitchen. "1 sajofklioghaualianaheghjojaewalongasuternamekaoulighan." The Flame Dawn wrote:Abserdia wrote:"Sorry, Miss, but we don't serve alcohol. Also, unless you're a... person..." Kura mumbled while staring at the big lizard with a gun, "then please put away your gun. And order food."She sat down on a chair and rested. Most people exited PFC, so the only people that were in was the only interesting people.Arai groaned as she annoying grabbed a menu and looked through it. After a few moments of silence she handed the menu to the waitress and said, "can I have the cheapest meal available?"Charlia wrote:"Perhaps we should not be speaking, then. I would see no reason to do any of the things you just spoke of, or--" Then her eyes widened.Oh, no. No, no, nope. We're good. Stay calm. What was the next line? What was the next line?!"'I could not bring my passions from a common spring'."Calm. I am... calm.After Arai handed the Menu back to the waitress, she looked over at the Raven and asked if it was okay. While asking she slowly sat up and looked at the Raven with concern, afraid of what was going to happen."FINE!"Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxI don't need a gun.... Guns are bad... They allow people to kill with ease, he thought. He looked at Charlotte as she snapped. Ajax looked saddened."I don't hate..." Ajax said, "Hate will take control of you, chew you up, and spit you out. It will turn you from being civilized, into a monster.""You don't need to tellmethat! I know monsters!'I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone'..." Charlia wrote:-snip-"Jeez," Arai said with a tone of annoyance, "would you rather I just ask if anyone wants a lot of money real quick and I'll be on my way?" Arai brings her bag in front of her and rummages through it, revealing a piece of paper. "My employer gave me a note with where my target's 'hunting grounds' are, the only problem is I don't know where the f-ck this place is." Arai puts the piece of paper onto the table, "I'm willing to give the person who helps me one third of the bounty." Arai makes a toothy smile, "so, who'll join me!" "Here is your sajofklioghaualianaheghjojaewalongasuternamekaoulighan, miss."It wasn't anything special. Just 5 carrots and some leafy vegetables with a ranch side. "Anything else? I promise I won't put an eyeball in it." Abserdia wrote:"Here is your sajofklioghaualianaheghjojaewalongasuternamekaoulighan, miss."It wasn't anything special. Just 5 carrots and some leafy vegetables with a ranch side. "Anything else? I promise I won't put an eyeball in it."Arai takes one of the carrots and begins to munch on it,"well some food is better than no food,"Arai thought to herself as she ate the slightly unappealing food. "I think a glass of water will do," says Arai as she leans back in her seat. "Oh yeah," exclaims Arai, "how much is this again?" The Flame Dawn wrote:Abserdia wrote:"Here is your sajofklioghaualianaheghjojaewalongasuternamekaoulighan, miss."It wasn't anything special. Just 5 carrots and some leafy vegetables with a ranch side. "Anything else? I promise I won't put an eyeball in it."Arai takes one of the carrots and begins to munch on it, "well some food is better than no food," Arai thought to herself as she ate the slightly unappealing food. "I think a glass of water will do," says Arai as she leans back in her seat. "Oh yeah," exclaims Arai, "how much is this again?"Kura tilted her head with a smile and said "2 dollars!Oh, and look in the southern part of town if you want an extra arm. Just don't go there and kiss an animal that isn't a fox. Then you may lose an arm." Abserdia wrote:The Flame Dawn wrote:Arai takes one of the carrots and begins to munch on it, "well some food is better than no food," Arai thought to herself as she ate the slightly unappealing food. "I think a glass of water will do," says Arai as she leans back in her seat. "Oh yeah," exclaims Arai, "how much is this again?"Kura tilted her head with a smile and said "2 dollars!Oh, and look in the southern part of town if you want an extra arm. Just don't go there and kiss an animal that isn't a fox. Then you may lose an arm."Arai rummages through her bag and has a look of concern on her face, "would it be bad if all I had was 1.50 $'s?"As Arai rummaged through her bag looking for any spare change she began to talk, "I've got a decent enough rifle, and can't afford another one, so I have no chance at being able to get my hands on a firearm in a legal manner. But just because I'm poor doesn't mean I'm desperate enough to try to get a rich mate, which is why I'm here. The reward is an amazing 10 grand and with it i can actually afford a decent meal, no offence." "Eh, I'm nice. You can pay with what you have." Kura paused for a moment before turning to everyone else. "Is everything okay? If you have any problems, just talk to me.But don't flirt with me like...my last victim..."

Kaonil in Conflict (IC)

Superheroines Grow Closer

( was a whirlwind of lust... it's beginning was unclear but Kara Zor El the last daughter of Krypton ran her hands over the verdant flesh of Miss Martian. Kara's blonde strands of hair fell over her brow as her tongue began to lap at Megan's green nether lips... they tasted sweet but not as sweet as the pleasured whimpers escaping the Martian's lips... every kiss and flick of the krypton's tongue elicited louder gasp such was her expert skill her lover trembled.The firm hands of the maid of might anchored her green lover as her tongue unrelentingly stimulated Megan's beautiful pussy. Her tongue moved quickly and deftly but her eyes were fixed on the Martian's writhing form, gently but firmly pinned beneath her. They had been friends for so long, two aliens on Earth but now the pleasure and satisfaction of taking things to the next level felt almost overwhelming.As Megan's back arched in pleasure and she panted to regain her breath the the kryptonian woman's thumb circled and lightly flicked her friends labia. Her other hand mirrored the motion exactly on her own womanhood. She moved closer, sliding her body up along the martian woman's. She rocked her hips back and forth almost like she was thrusting into the the martian woman.Their eyes level the kryptonian gasped in pleasure, the Martian's lips parted. Leaning in Kara lightly kissed Megan's lips and in one perfect moment they were overwhelmed by pleasure, their orgasms incredibly intense... and they were as one... the pleasure uniting them mind, body and soul in that instant... M'gann M'orzz was shocked by the sudden scene in her mind. She had been sitting in the lounge of Mount Justice, working on her chemistry homework. The most tedious part of the school work was dumbing it down and inserting enough mistakes that it didn't look suspicious. She'd let her mind drift while she was working on it, and then suddenly the vision had filled her.That wasn't the only thing that had filled her. As foreign fantasy had reached its peak, she felt a wave of pleasure hit her through her psychic link. It hit her almost as solidly as a real physical orgasm. It felt... good, but also gross, because the thoughts had invade her so suddenly and so powerfully unbidden.She closed her mind, not willing to be an unwilling party to someone's sick fantasies! The thought that someone had been having some kind of fantasy about her and Kara made her angry. Women didn't do that kind of thing to each other after all. It was just some perverted fantasy. Someone in the hall of justice was having this sick thought about her!Not only her but poor Kara as well! Kara was the sweetest person that Megan had met since joining the team of superheroes. The two had spent a lot of time together since they'd both arrived on earth. Megan imagined that someone had seen their innocent friendship and imagined some kind of sick fantasy!She tried to think who it might have been that sent out the unbidden fantasy. Who was it that was thinking about the two of them and pleasuring themselves to them? It had to be Wally! He had a crush on both of them. While Megan was far too proper to have called him out on his stray thoughts and stares, bringing Kara into this was beyond the pale and couldn't be stood for.She touched her temple and sent out a psychic message to everyone in the youth dormitory with as much emphasis as she could muster.She was standing at one end of the room, arms crossed in front of her. She'd changed from her civilian clothes to her white and blue superhero outfit. All the better to intimidate Wally!Young heroes came into the lounge one by one, curious about the emphatic summons. Wally took his sweet time, Megan thought, given that he had the powers of supersonic speed. "What is all this about, Meg?" He asked, playing dumb."Do not call me that, Wally West!" She said angrily at him. "You do not get to call me that!" She said angrily. "You do not get to do any of the things you've been doing with me!"He looked shocked by the anger, "Wha-"She interrupted him and said, "I saw your fantasy! The one you were screaming so loud that all of Mars probably heard."He blushed mightily. He had certainly had his fantasies about her, sure, but he hadn't been thinking about her at all today. Still that was hardly a defense. He tried to get something out, "Oh, you saw that? I mean I just- Ya know, Iama teenage boy."Megan ignored his defense and shook her head. Her read hair whisked around her neck and she gave him an accusing glare, "And thinking about me, is one thing. Bringing Kara into it?! Making her..." Her voice grew quiet and a blush came over her face, "Making herplay with melike that? For shame, Wally!"He looked all the more baffled and everyone in the room turned to look at Kara. If they were not picturing before, they certainly were now. Kara was catching her breath, her hand shook a little. She exhaled shakily as she composed herself, the faintest wisps of fog came out where her breath passed. Her fingers slid out of her still very sensitive womanhood. She resisted the urge to continue, she had to compose herself. She rolled her head back onto the tussled bedsheet, sighing almost happily... she was a little ashamed too though. Not that there was anything wrong with most of what she had done or liking other girls but imagining Megan.She liked her but she had never gotten any indication that M'gann M'orzz Miss Martian was attracted to girls or even if she was Megan chose to look like a human to a degree with her flawless green skin being the most obvious give away. M'gann had shown serious interest, it might be like her looking a lobster... an intelligent one might become your friend but not necessarily give you excited in that way... but Megan, her best friend, who always had her back and was so sweet and amazing... oh she made her excited, tingle, giddy in that way. Sometimes it almost hurt how much she wished something could happen. But M'gann didn't seem interested in that kind of thing, and there was no point ruining her friendship.Kara jumped floating a few feet above the air as her head swivelled about. Megan wasn't supposed to be back yet, and she was upset by the psychic tone she was using... something was wrong. She looked over towards her uniform cast onto the floor by the bed as she had become caught up... the panties were, if Wally saw them he'd definitely comment. She had spares but as she saw her floating form and looked at the inside of her thighs she blushed. She needed to clean up, thank god for super speed.A blur of speed her discarded skirt fluttering as she passed. Another heartbeat and the room was pristine again... no sign of her indiscretion. As she walked towards the door she turned back towards her bed she bit her lip, good thing she hadn't kept going.Kara Jor El arrived at the lounge ready for action but was confused, while M'gann was ready for action she seemed to be focusing her attention on Wally and she wasangry. What the hell had he done.She stood there wordless in horror as it all came into place... sure she wouldn't be surprised if Wally had imagined her, he had made more than a few passes at her and while she had turned him down she had considered it a few times but he always came on too strong, tried too hard. But the timing, M'gann had sent the message seconds after she had... an intense fantasy and surge of hormones and pleasure. She had done her best to avoid allowing any such indulgences when she knew M'gann was around. It could be awkward and not it was worse than she had imagined.Everyone was looking at her, she had missed something... why was everyone looking at her? She was in shock and off balance. Had they pieced it together? M'gann was angrier when she had ever remembered.She might never forgive me...Her heart sunk, there was a lump in her throat... she didn't want to lose her friend, she had lost so many people already."I didn't- wait?"Wally was thrown through a loop as he tried to solve a puzzle that had been suddenly dumped in his lap while it was missing pieces.Everyone still largely looked at her. She didn't want everyone to see M'gann telling her she should be ashamed in front of everyone too. She needed to do some damage control and get poor wall off the hook.She walked across the room to him."It is ok Wally."She put her hand on his shoulder."We are not on Mars M'gann people are not used to being so aware and on guard as you might be. I am sure Wally has had idle... notions but he has always been honest with people if he is interested in them.""I can understand why you might be upset but it is not fair to just blame Wally. I honestly do not think whoever had these ideas meant to upset anyone. We do not think about these things like you do. I think there is some cultural differences here. You are upset M'gann and we can talk about it but it is also not fair to drag out people's private thoughts in front of everyone either."She gave Wally a reassuring gentle squeeze on the shoulder as she gave a weak smile over towards M'gann."Lets chalk this up a learning experience perhaps."She floated a little away and motioned for M'gann to follow. She didn't think bringing the martian to her bedroom for privacy under the circumstances. She flew a little ahead heading outside for some privacy. She put her arms around her midsection, her back to M'gann looking out to the horizon. She didn't want to lose her friend but it might be too late for that. It was a long moment before she spoke, the cloak and her skirt fluttered in the breeze. She shivered but it wasn't from the breeze. A tear rolled down her cheek."It was not Wally. Please do not hate me." M'gann opened her mouth in absolute shock. It took a solid ten seconds for it to sink in what she was saying. Kara was the one fantasizing about her? But did girls even do that kind of thing?!"What?" She wasn't angry, but more surprised then anything.It was then it struck her what she did. "Hello Megan!" She said to herself angrily for making such a fool of herself. "No, no, I don't hate you." She reached forward with gloved hands and put her hands on Kara's arm. "I owe you an apology. I owe Wally an apology!" She said in the same self loathing filled voice. "I never should have told everyone about that. Even if it had been Wally but especially not..."She met Kara's eyes for a split second and then hurriedly turned her eyes away and looked at the floor. "Especially not if it was you having those fantasies." She shook her head again and her red hair tossed around her shoulders. "I didn't think it could possibly be you!"She could barely manage to give her voice, "Do you humans really do it? Like, I've never seen that kind of thing on the TV programs. Like, girls are supposed to be boys." She wracked her brain trying to think of any examples of two women friends doing anything like the fantasy and nothing came even close. Not even kissing! "They do and Kryptonians too. It is a bit contentious amongst some humans still but not as much as it used to be, some considered it corrupting which is silly it is something that is a part of you. I like boys too just-"She shrugged and looked off into the distance."Not as much as I like girls. You are my best friend M'gann, you have always been there for me. You are smart and funny... and beautiful inside and out."Her eyes flicked over to M'gann, she blushed a little as she made her confession but couldn't maintain eye contact for long."I just have a bit of a crush. And I know you do not like girls so there was no point making things awkward. I do not want to lose my best friend over something like that."M'gann was taking it so much better than she could have hoped, a little confused but trying to understand. She was the best."So I did not want to spoil things between us and I know it is no excuse but you were scheduled to be away. Regardless of who I was thinking of, I was trying to be discrete. I did not think you would be happy or anything but I did not know how angry you would get... I mean you were a lot angrier with Wally but those emotions were still real. It wont happen again."After a moment she clarified."I mean to say I will keep you out of my fantasies but if you see another one and I am with another girl... I am only Kryptonian, it is who I am. Right now fantasies are all I have got, my adopted families don't know yet. There was a girl but her family had strong objections on religious grounds."It had just kept coming out, it was so hard to talk at first but now it kept spilling out."Humans get really inventive and if you are famous there's definitely people on this planet fantasising about you with all kinds of combinations of people whether you would be interested in them or not." She looked a bit confused when Kara said she didn't like girls. The idea ofnotliking girls was so foreign to her that she'd never even considered it. It wasn't that she didn't like girls, after all, she'd had such a crush on all the characters from "Hello, Megan!" to some degree or another. She had just assumed that was simply a martian thing.When Kara told her of her own feelings and the need to bury them down, she felt guilty instantly for making Kara think she had to hide them from her. "No, no, Kara it's alright!" She took Kara's hands in hers and squeezed them. She met her eyes and looked at her intensely. Megan knew she must not be misunderstood."There was nothing wrong with you having thoughts like that!" She said definitively. "I was the one in the wrong for making a big deal out of it. I just... I was just caught off guard, is all! Surprised." She licked her lips and looked away. "I was surprised someone like you could have feelings about that like me, if I'm honest." She said in a vulnerable voice."You're so powerful and strong. I've never met anyone who had your kind of drive and integrity before. The thought that you'd feel anything for clumsy ol' M'genn M'orz, well, I guess I didn't think it was really possible. At all."She gave a small sigh as she confessed her true feelings. "I've never really thought about being attracted to boys... or girls. Things are different on Mars. There, the difference between boys and girls is minimal at best. You fall in love with the mind, not the body." She pointed at her head to indicate her telepathy. "But things are so different here on earth. Boys date girls and take them to the malt shops then get married, and have kids. That's how it's supposed to work here, right? I guess that's not how it works on Krypton either."She decided to try something. She brought her hands back to her side and played with her cape a little with one set of fingers. "If you were on Krypton... how would you ask a girl out?" She gave a small shrug, "You know, if you wanted to." She gave her that last little bit of an out just in case Kara didn't want to play that game. Megan's hearts beat a conjoining rhythm though as she waited for the response. Kara's heart skipped a beat when M'gann took her hands and looked into her eyes... she was being so understanding. She felt a few butterflies in her stomach, they had been close many times before but now the truth was out there it was a little harder not to read into things.She listened as M'gann spoke, her heart was in her throat. Her hand stretched forward an inch trailing after M'gann as she withdrew her hands to her side.Her mind raced, maybe M'gann was toying with her. No that was the part of her that didn't want to face rejection. M'gann might get upset with things, or play a cliched prank she saw on television but she'd never be cruel. She was interested in her.Wow...She spoke quietly, a little tremor to her voice."I would- Kryptonian culture was very regimented, these things take a long time there. But I am not on Krypton."She nervously absent mindedly straightened out the blue pleated skirt of her uniform. Her piercing blue eyes fixed M'gann."We are on Earth so would you like to go to a malt shop with me? I would really like that."She held out her hand, offering it to take M'gann's. Megan beamed a smile at Kara. She clasped her hands in front of her and bounced on her heels. "Yes!" She said, excitedly, "I'd love to!" She was euphoric. She'd never been asked out on a date before, and was shocked by how excited it made her. Her mind flashed back to the vivid fantasy that Kara had dreamed off, it brought a blush to her face.It also reminded her of some unfinished business. "But..." She said turning her head back the way they'd come, "First, I owe Wally an apology." She did not relish the idea of going in there and talking any further on the subject. She it was absolutely necessary though. "I won't tell him the memory was yours." She promised. "I'll just tell him that I don't know what happened."She turned back to Kara and gave her an apologetic smile. "How about we meet at Charlie's Burgers after that? I don't know if they have malts, but they definitely have shakes at least." Her eyes glanced down Kara's body. Her uniform was so revealing that Kara's toned body cried out for attention. Now that Megan had seriously considered what it would be like to touch that body, she found that she wasn't able to stop herself from thinking about it. Kara had a big smile on her face that mirrored M'gann's."Yeah, Wally has got to be so confused right now."She laughed a little awkwardly."I wouldd offer to buy him a malt by way of apology but I have got a big date."She bit her lip as M'gann go ready to go."I will see you there then."Did she check me out... she just checked me out!Kara gave a giddy little spin, her skirt twirling flashing off a little more of her thighs. She gave a little wave and was gone... she practically skipped back through the base at super speed.What am I going to wear?She wanted to look nice but she wanted to look nice for M'gann specifically and the idea caught her off guard. If anyone was there to see they would have seen a blur of movement and a whirlwind of clothes.Too sexy. Too short. Not sexy enough...Almost her entire wardrobe was scattered about the floor when she stood in front of the mirror and paused, nodding as she saw herself in the mirror. It was from a trunk of clothes Martha Kent had given her long ago... it was an old fashioned sun dress, red with a white floral print. M'gann liked her retro Earth shows this seemed like something that could show up in one of those... and she looked cute. Since it was Kara Danvers going on the date she put on her black rimmed glasses.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------( stood waiting near the front of Charlie's Burger her hands fidgeting in front of her as she waited. She was going on an actual date with her best friend. She gave a whoop and traced her toe along the cracks of the side walk.I hope I like malts, I have no idea what they are...As she spotted Megan she smiled and brushed some of her hair out of her face, along the rim of her glasses and behind her ear."Hey... this works for getting malts right? I tried to pick something suitable that you might- you know like."She moved beside Megan and slipped her hand into the other woman's, her hand was soft and warm as she interlaced their fingers. This was very forward for Kryptonian courting, but she was on earth. ( a short, extremely awkward awkward conversation with Wally, Megan was in much the same situation. Megan was able to change her clothes as easily as she could imagine them, but that still meant standing in front of her mirror and trying out different outfits. Megan quickly grew frustrated with the clothes that came to mind easily. A button up sweater and skirt? Her cheerleading outfit? No, of course not! It was all wrong.Megan had already proven that she was too behind the times. In the corner of her eyes, she caught eyes of a fashion magazine. "Hello, Megan!" She said to herself and quickly flew over to it. She flipped through the pages, quickly morphing into each outfit as quick as she could flip pages. She finally settled on an outfit. A white and black piece number that left her sides, bare and leather pants as black as night. It was not at all Megan's style, but could she really risk showing up to the date looking like a fuddy duddy? No, sir!After she arrived at the Burger place and rounded the corner, she caught sight of Kara. There was no sign of Supergirl in sight! Still though, Megan had to admit to herself that Kara Danvers was pretty darn cute too. She waved to her as she got closer, walking in her high-fashion heels. She was beginning to realize that shemiiighthave overdone it for Charlie's Burger."Oh, yeah!" She said, "You look so cute!" She said earnestly. Kara's adorable style was much more to Megan's taste then her own high fashion getup. When Kara took her hand she gave the hand a few eager pumps and said, "So, uh, we should go inside?" She said, feeling awkwardly overdressed.The bell above the door jangled and they entered. Megan pulled Kara over to a booth and she slid in. Her leather pants squeaked against the leather upholstery of the booth and Megan gave an awkward giggle, "I uh, sorry if I'm nervous. This is my first date... on any planet." She said with a lilt to her voice as she admitted the embarrassing fact. "I guess that should be obvious by now." ( was quite surprised by Megan's choice of outfit but she was putting herself out there. The curve and shape of her legs as well of her backside were on display. Megan in leather pants would not have been something she would have guessed she'd show up in.Kara tried to open the menu while smiling over at the girl beside her. It would have been easier but she was doing it one handed. The hand holding Megan's was doing the most important thing it could possibly be doing right now. It was a constant source of a warm feeling spreading from her hand all over her body... though some areas were definitely more stimulated than others."Well we can go as slow as you like, back home courtship is an involved process. Those old shows you like move very quickly in comparison. I am pretty happy that everything is open with you, that we're here on a date is... it is not the cool thing to say but I am so excited. I have done a few dates around these parts but this is the best one and that is because of you."Kara gave a gentle squeeze and with a big dorky grin on her face she peered at the menu resisting the urge to let out a happy but uncool squeal of joy.The waitress came over and took their order and Kara decided to get a bit more daring, pointing at the menu she said"Uhm this is a malt, can we get one with two straws and fries. I am happy to share?"She didn't think she'd eat much with her stomach doing flips. Once Megan had added any additional orders Kara smiled shyly before speaking again, she was so off balance in such a wonderful way."They always share in those shows... couples... it would be wrong to ignore the local customs right? I am a little surprised you have not been on a date, I know you have been asked so I am even more happy you said yes."They were so close and indoors, she could smell Megan clearly, she inhaled before sighing. She smelled like marshmallows and citrus fruit? She smelled amazing. She was sitting at an angle towards her date. Her date M'gann, her smile broadened as she felt light, warm and almost like she was floating."I am going to do my best to make sure it is a good one, even if you decide by the end you do not want a second I want this to be a memory that makes you smile."It was around this point she realised picking a dress she wasn't used to had some downsides. As she had sat it had rode up her thigh without her noticing... she often chose to wear loose flowing skirts so feeling a little draft was something she was used to. Blushing a little she used her free hand to adjust it to be a bit more appropriate for the dinner before moving the back of her hand to cover her mouth."Of course I can not manage to sit down properly."She giggled at herself. Megan thought about it a moment. How fast would they be going? Where was her comfort level? Sure, Kara seemed fine with taking their time but was she? After all, courtship for Martians was quite a bit faster then Krypton or even earth. When you could share your thoughts instantly, it led to quicker bonds."You're sweet, but apparently those old shows don't get everything right."She said, thinking again about her disastrous flub. She took her hand out of Kara's but didn't go far. Instead, she poked her fingers against the palm, tickling it flirtatiously with her fingertips."Why don't we just go as fast as we want to?"When the malt arrived, Megan lit up like it was Christmas. She was delighted at the prospect of replicating one ofHello, Megan!'s classic moments with Kara. She pushed herself up onto her arms and leaned over. Megan stared into Kara's eyes as she put her lips around the straw and sucked.The thought of sucking on Kara's body came immediately to mind. It made Megan giddy and as the two of them sucked from their straws, she sent a psychic message to Kara with the image and the feeling that she anticipated coming with it. As cute a moment as it was to anyone watching, for Megan it certainly held a bit of an erotic charge, and she couldn't help but share that with Kara.When they sat back down, Megan asked,"So you live in Metropolis full time, right?"she was making conversation as they waited for their food."What is life like in the big city? Kara's fingers gave some small resistance to the removal of the intermingling of fingers... not enough to stop it but it betrayed a longing for the connection and touch."Well relationships are about compromise... none of the rules fully apply to both of us so I guess we are burdened with the freedom of figuring out our own pace."She smiled a little twinkle in her eye."Which is a bit of a relief because I am not sure I could wait til the end of the night to try to kiss you."When the malt arrived she knew Megan loved this kind of thing, she had watched a few shows with her. She wasn't as into it... until now there was the prospect of doing it with Megan... well suddenly it was a lot more appealing. Leaning onto her arms she mirrored her date's pose. Megan was her date! Gazing back into Megans eyes her lips circled around the straw and she blushed slightly.Then the impression of Megan sucking on her flesh was in her mind. She had received enough psychic contact from M'gann to know it wasn't just her own libido generating the unexpected but welcome idea. Her cheeks got a whole lot brighter around that point and her eyes went a little wide.She kept sucking on the straw... she suspected Megan's mind was still connected with hers, she hoped it was. She tried to clearly form the image of the two of them on a spot of the shore in Happy Harbour the group had a few friendly meet ups to unwind. The sun was setting, the pair were dressed just as they were now, each had their hands on the others hips and it was a slow dance. They were talking though about what was unclear as they danced music gently entered the scene as Kara considered it and constructed it. Megan would likely instantly recognise it as Cyndi Laupers song Time After Time which had shown up in a few of the movies Megan liked. Kara looked into Megans eyes in the fantasyAs fast as we want?. Megan nodded and without any hesitation Karas hands slipped from Megans waist onto her backside soft at first but then firmer with an edge of hunger... Kara leaned in for a kiss, there faces close staring into each others eyes.In the dinner Kara still starred into Megans eyes, her cheeks still blushing furiously.When they sat back down."Pretty much... Its really busy and hectic. Do not get me wrong its exciting but theres a lot of strangers all crowded into one spot. Sometimes its nice to go to other places. I am still not entirely sure where I will go long term. I can zip around pretty quick so commuting is not an issue.""I had considered getting into journalism like my cousin but it requires a certain social finesse I am not sure I have down yet."The waitress came over with their food."As you know I was home schooled until a little while back so it would not be the easiest fit for me. Now physics... I reckon I have the inside track there.""Thank you."Once she was sure the waitress was out of earshot."To be honest the tough part of physics and math in general is its in base ten here so I have to double check how I have it written down. I got an F on my first physics test because none of what I wrote down seemed to make any sense."She laughed a little before adding."Some say maths is a universal language, I'm just using the wrong dialect sometimes.""What about you, things still going well here? Have you given any more consideration to what you are going to do after high school?" Megan could see clearly the image of them slow dancing at the base of the mountain and she found herself lost in the fantasy all of the sudden. In the real world, Megan's eyes closed and her lips opened as she got ready for the psychic kiss.When she snapped out of it she gave light, nervous chuckle, a bit embarrassed at how into the whole fantasy she'd gotten. She reached up and ran her hand through her red hair and smiled to Kara as they both blushed.Megan immediately found herself identifying with Kara's story,"God, I know!" she exclaimed in a relieved gasp,"The only subject I find myself really struggling with is Biology. Earth has so many life-forms. I don't know anyone is supposed to keep track of them all!" The question made her think and she glanced down at her plate after taking a bite as she considered her options."I really like getting into people's heads." She realized that could be taken multiple ways and quickly corrected, "I mean figuratively!"She then realized that was kinda not really true, and then sheepishly added, "But sometimes literally too."After the pleasant dinner of the two getting to know each other, Megan's mind drifted to that spot on the shore of Happy Harbor,"Hey, that place in your mind where we danced? The one you showed me in your mind. Is that a real place? Can we go there?" She asked, not ready to end the date after the check was brought to them. "There are some basic principles that apply but recognisable creatures from back home are limited to my cousin and Krypto. At least your from this star system. The Sun is a very different star than Rao... though I can not complain about its effects on myself, flying has been a lot of fun. Earth has a lot more of a robust ecosystem than Krypton!"She listened intently as Megan detailed out her potential future field of study."I do not mind you getting into my head, just knock when your coming in so to speak. I would like to think I can have a few interesting notions you might enjoy from time to time. But I am also the last Kryptonian who remembers Krypton so not all of my head is the nicest place to be. I am not ashamed or anything but-"Kara shrugged and gave a weak smile. [/b]"I would not want to catch you off guard is all."[/b]She cleared her throat"Are you thinking of more psychiatry or psychology? I could definitely see a use for someone in the know with training in either field. Or just general population if that is what you'd prefer... you are helping people either way. It seems very you."Kara cocked her head to the side and took a few steps back with her hands behind her back smiling, a playful twinkle in her eyes once more."It is and I could show you but... you said we should move as fast as we want. I know what I want so I just need to know if its what you want."Kara bit her lip hesitating a moment... today had been a rollercoaster."I know we have not finished our first date but we have known each other a while, so I want to ask if you want to be my girlfriend."She stepped a little closer."If you say yes I am going to kiss you... if you say no I'll still kiss you if you want anyway." Megan's eyes opened wide as Kara asked to be her girlfriend. This is certainly not what she was expecting when she woke up this morning, but she supposed that's the kind of thing that happened when you were crushed on by someone used to moving faster than the speed of light. Not that Megan at all wanted to slow down."Your girlfriend?" She asked in surprise, but then quickly broke into a smile. "That would be-" the took in a quick breath. Her hands clasped in front of her in a nervous gesture. "Yeah. That would be amazing!" She said, thinking back to how amazing it had always seemed to be in love on the TV earth programs that had transmitted to Mars as she was growing up.With that, they kissed. Megan intertwined arm arms with Supergirl, holding her cheek with the palm of her hand as they kissed. Her fingers pushed her glasses up slightly by mistake as she closed her eyes and put her lips to Kara. It was quite the kiss! Megan's first kiss, but she knew instantly it wouldn't be the last.When they parted she was smiling ear to ear. She grabbed Kara's hands and said, "Can we fly there?" She said, perhaps a bit too loudly. She quickly controlled her volume and then said more quietly, "You know, once we're away from the people that is." She quickly began walking over to to an out of the way corner of the town where they could take off and not be seen. It was a risk, but it was worth it. After all, if they left right now they could make it just in time for sunset! Kara was so happy she melted into the kiss for the first heartbeat, her arms moved around Megan. Her left hand circling around her girlfriend's waist to her lower back. The right hand went under her arm and sliding up to the nape of Megans heck, the flesh of her fingers gently stroking the bare skin of Megans neck. She leaned forward a little, her hands supporting Megan as she tilted her backwards just a little halfway through the kiss like in those old programmes Megan loved.She had watched a lot of programmes and had wondered what it would be like if it was her and Megan during more than one romantic scene. She suspected Megan imagined herself as the girl in those scenes, the tilting kiss always got the audience to make a lot of approving noises. She knew this was Megans first kiss, she wanted it to be as special as possible... and she enjoyed being the 'boy' in the kiss as she discovered.She licked her lips, her cheeks a deep crimson she at first nod ed before speaking and trying to recall a few of those terms from the shows"If my best gal wants to fly we can fly."Her nose wrinkled and she shook her head."I do not think I pulled that one off. Sorry, I tried a little too hard but you make me nervous, in a very good way. I guess it shows how happy I am to be your girlfriend."Kara kiss Megan on the cheek lightly before taking her hand and walking off to a secluded spot they could take off.When they landed in the dunes it wasn't long before they reached the spot. Thankfully empty tonight, charred bits of driftwood lay in an old firepit from the previous night time activities of teenagers. Kara took out her phone and searched for a playlist of 80s lovesongs and set it to play. She didn't know them all, Megan might know more but she didn't want to try too hard and lose sight of being in the moment. She lined up time after time skipping several songs."For the record I did some stuff like I said before but never having an actual girlfriend so you are my first girlfriend too."She grinned but her eyes flickered away nervouslybefore she slid her hands to Megans waist and started slow dancing.If a supervillain shows up right now I am going to fracture something of theirs( Megan was absolutely swept up in the moment. Between the intimate, sexy and daring way that Kara swept her off her feet. Frankly it was astonishing she managed to keep from flying away right there as they kissed! Still she managed to restrain herselfsomehowuntil they reached secluded spot and flew off.She watched the waves as Kara fiddled with her phone. She wasn't sure why humans were so obsessed with the little doohickeys, but at least Kara had good taste in music. After the started playing, Megan turned their bodies so they could each watch the sun set over the waves together as they swayed gently in the sand.As Kara made her rather shocking confession at lack of experience, Megan nodded. "I guess all that time in the Negative Zone didn't leave much time for dating, huh." She said trying to make a small joke. She laid her head on Kara's shoulder and sighed happily."This planet is so beautiful." She said wistfully, "Of all the planets in all the galaxies, I love that we got to meet on this one. This is perfect, Kara." With that, she turned her head and kissed Supergirl again. She put both of her hands behind her back and clung herself to Supergirl's athletic physique, wanting so desperately to be held.Luckily for them, no supervillain was willing or able to put together a dastardly plan to interrupt their date, so the two girls were left to just enjoy each other's company as the sun went down. When the light was completely out, Megan got an idea. She used her Telekinetics to move some driftwood into the fire-pit and looked to Kara, "Maybe a little help with that heat-vision?" She asked cheerfully. When Megan drew her into another kiss Kara was more than Harpy to return it. She pressed her body gently against Megans. The toned athletic countours of her body only covered by the rather Rhine fabric of the sundress. She knew she looked attractive to certain eyes, to her delight M'gann,her girlfriend, was amongst them so she happily highlighted that. Her hands coiled around Megans body holding her, her left hand by Megans shoulderblades. Her right gripped was at the small of her back."I am not enough to keep you warm?"Kara raised an eyebrow before planting the lightest of kisses againsther girlfriend'slips for a heartbeat to make clear she was playing she turned her head to the wood, beams shot out from her eyes towards it. One second, part smouldered and blackened, another second they small flames appearred as combustion began.Kara turned her face back towards Megan, her eyes once more a cool blue as the long shadows of the dusk set in. Hesitation crossed her face or perhaps she just mustered her courage."So you seemed very keen to get here, I wonder if you were imagining this bit."The hand on the small of Megan's back slipped over her form to rest on Megan's backside cupping it before giving it a squeeze.The light of the setting sun couldn't conceal how red Kara's face was."I got in some dating once I got here. I wasn't just flying around being gorgeous and wonderful like some people I know. I-"Kara sucked on her bottom lip consider her words."This a form of kissing invented by the French. It's a little more complicated. If I am lucky you are bad at it so we can put loads of practice in."A playful smile on her lips as she slowly lent in and pressed her lips against Megans as before but this time they parted her tongue flicking againsther girlfriendslips. She was confident French kissing would have come up in Megans programmes but it was one thing to watch another to experience it. Once Megans lips parted her tongue would gently press through seeking out Megan's, it's tip playfully twirling around Megan's own tongue. After a while her tongue pulled back into her own mouth but her lips remained partedbin a very inviting fashion.Whenever Megan took the right initiative like parting her lips or if she slid her tongue into Kara's mouth then the hand on Megan's rear gave a light but encouraging squeeze. A silent but clear communication,I like what you are doing! Megan gave small smile and blushed as Kara's hand found her rear. It was so delightful and transgressive the way she squeezed. She turned her gaze into Kara's and saw that she was also blushing. She reached up and slipped a hand around her neck and stared into her eyes as Kara talked about her dating history. When Kara kissed her she let out a small demure moan. She clutched her body even closer to Kara's as she opened her mouth and let Kara do absolutely whatever she wanted with her.One of her legs came up behind her as they kissed and touched each other. Megan wanted more. The ferocity of her libido absolutely astonished the martian. She thought back to all the times she had watched human TV and stimulated herself. Martians didn't masturbate the way humans or kryptonians did but she did- "Oh no," She said outloud after they'd broken their kiss. "I think I have a human fetish!" She said in surprise. A small chuckle escaped her lips as she quickly added, "Don't worry. I definitely count Kryptonians in that." She gave her another quick kiss before she looked into her eyes."Sorry if that came out weird." She said in a flustered voice. "I just mean... I think you're so incredibly sexy that I can barely control myself around you!" Kara chuckled lightly."Lucky for me then. To be fair I was surprised you liked me back and that was not all about being a girl."Kara just stared back into Megan's eyes, no hint of panic."You make a rather fetching human or kryptonian yourself you know. I just like you is all, my best friend who is also my girlfriend."She beamed proudly fixing Megan with her gaze before whispering."I like that you think I'm sexy. You have a fetish and I am close enough to count, but not so much I do not have to put effort in."Her smile was crooked and she playfully squeezed her hand giving another gentle grope."So for your human fetish do you want me to dress up like one and use human phrases to really sell it... sexy tax collector doing an audit?"She smirked before leaning in to whisper into Megan's left ear."Sexy cheer leader... I believe that one is quite popular in human society."A second hand moved to grope gently at Megan's leather clad rear end, drawing their hips closer together, hers made a very slow rocking motion as she got caught up in the moment."Or maybe you just want me in leather pants so I can be sexy like you... tell me what you are restraining yourself over. Self control can be good but it can just become denial in the wrong circumstances. You can tell me, I might say no... or I might say yes. Or are you not sure exactly what you want but just want a little more?"Kara nuzzled her face against Megan's neck kissing it lightly by her jawline and slowly down towards her collar bone as she awaited Megan's response. Megan blushed at being teased, first with words and then by tender kisses. Megan's hands slipped around super girl's waist and she ran her hands across the fabric of her dress. She very much wanted to touch the skin underneath it, but this was such a nice moment.The question made her pause. Whatdidshe want? After all, Kara was as beautiful as anyone could ask for. She certainly didn't want her to become a tax collector. Instead, what occured to her might be even weirder."No, I don't want you to change. Although, Idothink you could pull off the sexy cheerleader thing better then anyone I know." She giggled and stepped back from Kara, reluctantly pulling away."No, I think rather, it would make me feelextremely,um..." She struggled for a moment to find the gumption to say what she really felt, "horny." The word sounded so adorable and cute as she squeaked it out."I want to change foryou." She said, somewhat sheepishly, rubbing her arm. "I can become anyone you want, you know." She said, "And I wouldn't be jealous or anything. I promise! I just want to..." She tried to figure out how to explain it to someone who couldn't shapechange. "I just want to feel what it does to you when I look like people you have a crush on." Kara's fac was a deep red, her breath a little unsteady as the sexy but quite perverted offer was made to her.Her chest heaved as she became more excited and frightened by the course of action she had decided on."Well there's a few things to unpack there. The shapeshifting thing sounds... exciting and fun, I only wish I could return the favour for you. Perverted- yes but coming from you it makes me horny. I want to be a pervert with you."She looks up and down the beach making sure they were alone."Listen to me Megan. I have a crush on you, and you agreed to be my girlfriend. I don't need you to look like anyone but you, I don't need to do anything physical. If I can hold your hand, kiss you on the lips from time to time and talk to you for hours... then I'm very lucky because I have my best friend taking these steps with me and I feel like I can fly in a whole new way."Kara's fingers slid up the sides of her dress, causing the hem of the dress up a little."You can wear a cardigan and a skirt or leather pants and a surprisingly daring top. Whatever you want to feel the way I see you, wonderful. I am not going to wear a dress like this all the time but I wanted you to know I am eager to be- enticing for you."Her voice trembled as she spoke"You have got me so excited."Her fingers caught the sides of her panties and she slid them down her long legs. Kara closed the gap between them and guided Megan's hands up her bare thighs, under her dress and onto her bare with no panties, flesh on flesh. She fixed her girlfriend."I am not trying to seduce you, I can just need you to know you are the one I have a crush on and want. I want much but make no demands. If we do no more than we have done tonight already I am happy. If you want and are ready I will do so much more, if you want to lose your virginity with me tonight it is happily given because it is you my best friend. Here, back in my room or back at yours. It's you that matters to me. I would allow no one else man or woman to make this choice with me."Her lips brushed against Megan's ear"I've played with myself so many times thinking about you."Kara leaned her head back and lift her panties up to be visible in the light of the flickering camp fire a damp patch visible. Her eyes flicked from it to Megan."So I want you to say and believe it. You are M'gann M'orzz, girlfriend of Kara Jor-El and you make her pussy wet with want. You make her feel like a secret pervert and want engage in all sorts of lewd activity. Kara Jor-El wants you and only you to take her virginity to orgasm in your arms and make you feel the same. Repeat it and we can do as little or as much as you are ready for and want but I need you to understand how you make me feel, read my mind if you need to know how honest I am being right now." Megan realized that perhaps she'd let her excitement get away from her. Here she was talking about all kinds of filthy things, and they hadn't even officially finished their first date. She nodded emphatically to what Kara said assuring her that she didn't need to look like anyone else. Some deep part of her nagged at herself though, "That's... sweet of you, Kara. It really is, but this..." She gestured at herself, "It's not really me either." She said. "Well, what I mean is that itisme, but that it doesn't matter to me what or who I look at. The fact that we're having fun together is what matters." She said, trying to convey her feelings while talking with a non-shapeshifter was confusing.Kara's words, as she described what she had done, and moreover what shewantedto do, called Megan to bite her lip. Kara being so strong and adamant in her beliefs made Megan melt and she felt compelled to comply. She spoke in the wobbly voice of a sexually confused young woman, "I am M'gann M'orzz, girlfriend of Kara Jor-el..." She reached out and put a hand on Kara's abs, looking into her eyes. She wanted to repeat the rest but she was so aroused she couldn't possibly go on. She leaned forward and kissed her hard and hungrily.Megan wrapped her arms around Kara and pulled her to the ground by the fire put. She continued making out with her for a while before Megan's clothing just simply... faded away. Against Kara's body was now a completely nude Miss Martian as they knelt on the sand. Megan said, "Please do those things you promised." She asked, "I want you so badly, Kara." Kara smiled at Megan before pulling the sun dress over her head, so now she just wore her bra and shoes. She leaned back onto her rear, her hand trailing over Megan's bare thigh. The other tugged off her stockings."Megan, we all appear different than we naturally would. Like many human women I perform grooming to remove hair from parts of my body... I wear make up..."Her hands went behind her back undoing her bra and leaving it in the pile of clothes beside her, her fingers lifted her sun dress a little."...and I want to make an impression on someone for say a date where I hope they will become my girlfriend eventually, I might go through my entire wardrobe to find something I think will appeal to them. I chose to alter my appearance because I wanted to appear a certain way and further to feel desired by you. I did this for myself but also you."The blonde bombshell now nude crawled up beside her girlfriend and cupped Megan's cheek in her hand."So in a way I have shown you me, it is me but it is not really me either to paraphrase you."Her other hand moved around Megan's waist delighting in her smooth skin and the curve of her form. She leans her forehead to touch against Megan's a soft caring smile on her lips, her thumb stroked Megan's cheek just below the eye."My family sent me across the stars, to a distant star after studying and selecting it. I was to care for my cousin- but we both know how that turned out. Still they made some basic preparations given the constraints. The Sol System or as the Green Lanterns designate it Sector 2814.1, the most significant sentient species present are humans, atlanteans and martians."She spoke as if reciting a lesson from memory but her hand stroked Megan's cheek soothingly."The files contained pictures, while you have not shown me that side of you I have an idea. I have known what the average martian looks like before we ever met Megan but if this is how you desire to be seen."She lightly kisses Megan on the nose but sensing how anxious Megan has been adds a little joke to break the tension."But to risk sounding big headed, you have a impeccable taste in the female human form." Megan did her best not to wince when Kara said she knew what a Martian looked like. That was bad enough, but she was also no doubt thinking about a Green martian. Would she be mad that Megan presented herself as a green? Would she even know what it meant? She didn't know... but she also didn't want to find out. Not right now.She answered with a kiss. She would let any implications wait for another day. "Thanks, I..." She glanced down at her body. Her breasts were green and lovely. Her body was toned and fit for a human. SHe smiled and said, "I feel like me." She said with surety. She tilted her hand into Kara's hand and gave her palm a small kiss.She moved to keep the focus on Kara and looked up and down her body. "You're so beautiful." She said wistfully. "You're so perfect, like a statue." She reached out and touched Supergirl's muscles, giving her arm a small caress as she moved up and over her shoulder. Tentatively, she lowered Kara down onto the sand and kissed her again, snuggling and embracing her before she moved to straddle her. Kara let her girlfriend guide her, smiling as she explored her body her heart speeding up."You are what I want... if this is the form you choose, who am I to argue especially now its one emblazoned in my minds eye with lust memories forged in my imagination. I'm not perfect either but I am glad you seem to like my body."As Megan moved to straddle her a few exciting ideas came to mind, what could she be planning. She returned the kiss and snuggles but her hands wandered to Megan's hips feeling the flesh and muscles there. She bit her lip while she look at her girlfriends naked form."What are you planning on doing with me?"Her head craned back into the sand as she looked at Megan in all of her beauty inquisitively. Megan smiled at that. It helped to know that no matter what form she took that Kara was interested in her. It was a very Martian way of thinking of things, and it made Megan think that perhaps there was hope for them in the long term.Despite that, though, she had a deep desire for Kara's body. The Supergirl was so strong and beautiful that she doubted that any man nor woman on this entire planet could help themselves given the moment she had right now with Kara.Megan answered the question with a coy shrug. She was basically going off pure instinct. Sadly human programs always seemed to fade out at this moment, she truly had no idea what she was doing. Rather then show her pure naivete, she instead opted to play the tease. "You'll find out!"Megan ran her hands up Supergirl's body, letting herself feel the skin underneath until her hands reached and cupped her breasts. She gave them an eager squeeze and then released them to watch how the moved. She pushed her body back and then lowered her head to the spot just below Kara's breasts and kissed it.Her head tilted up to see Kara's expression and then she decided to reach out to her mind. She wanted to see what kind of image that Kara wanted her to do, determined to fulfill Supergirl's every fantasy. What did Kara want most from her? Kara was looking down lovingly at Megan while she played Edith her breasts. She looked down at her girlfriend's cute face, her fingers trailed along the nape of Megan's neck.Kara was too caught up in the moment and considering so many possibilities when Megans mind touched hers. She was imagining Megan sucking and licking her nipples. Megan's green fingers sliding up along her netherlips teasingly. Megan straddling her face and grinding her womanhood against Kara's eager lapping tongue.Kara's mind was racing but as she felt Megan's mind make contact the disparate treads of imagination solidified into one. Megan's lips around the flesh of Kara's areola, sucking... licking... gently biting... and perhaps a little less gently biting. Megan met all of Kara's desires with gusto. Through the mind link her mind filled with arousal and desire from Kara's mind and she allowed it to flow into herself, fueling her own libido to new heights. Being able to follow fantasy with action immediately added to the sensation significantly.Megan bent down and put Megan's breast to her lips. She gave it a small lick and then grasped it in her green lips. She didn't even need to look to Kara's face to know her attentions were being well received thanks to her mindlink. She went from one nipple to the other with gracious aplomb, managing exactly the sort of fantasy that Kara had pictured in her face.After a short while, she decided to try something more of her own initiative. She leaned forward and slid her body down against supergirls, pressing their weights together. She didn't stop moving though until her own breasts were right in front of Kara's face, weighed down a bit by Earth's heavy gravity, they hung down and brushed against her face.With that, she pulled the rest of her body up, to sit upright again, this time with her knees to either side of Kara's face and her sitting right on Kara's collarbone. Megan's pussy as was merely the space of a breath away from Kara's face, and Megan ran her hands through Kara's long, blonde hair.Megan was enjoying herself and giggled as she said, "Oh my god, I can't believe I'm here with you, Kara. I never dreamed we'd do something like this together." Kara smiled before parting her lips, her wet pink tongue sliding over her girlfriend's green pussy teasingly before speaking."I dreamed, but this is so much better."Kara's tongue flicked forth again sliding up over the left side of Megan's nether lips, then down the right... then up the cleft where they met until it reached Megan's clit, her tongue retracted in. Her lips clasped around her girlfriend's clitoris, she began sucking on it, her tongue lapping.Her left hand slid up Megan's thigh, circling around her hip. She ever so gently guided her lower onto her face, encouraging her to continue follow her instincts. Her right hand began teasing herself. Her blue eyes looked up at Megan as her heart pounded. Megan felt fantastic. The tongue worked it's wonders inside her, and her body moved down naturally to get more and more contact with supergirl. Megan's hands twisted in Supergirl's hair, absolutely ruining her carefully prepared hairdo."Oh, Kara, this is amazing you have to-" Almost without thinking, she opened the mind link further with Kara, trying to give her a glimpse of the feeling that she was experiencing. Although she was quiet at first, she soon got worked up by Kara's careful attentions and she began to moan as she moved back and forth in small movements in the sand of the beach."Orbs of M'arzz!" She cried as Kara found a particularly sensitive spot. She shot a bolt of pleasure through the psychic link and looked down at her with a stupefied grin. "Right there... please." She asked greedily. Muffled whimpers of pleasure came from between the green thighs of the Martian... Kara had to maintain some discipline to not get caught up in the waves of pleasure being shared with her. It was not the same as experiencing it herself but was deeply erotic and left her highly aroused and sensitive.As her girlfriend directed her both in how her body reacted and what she asked... Kara adapted a human technique she had heard of, tracing the alphabet with your tongue over the sensitive spot to vary the stimulation. She did this but knowing Megan was in her mind and would note this used the Kryptonian alphabet and letters to add a little surprise to the set up. She tried to remember the spot that caused such a reaction as she wished to pay a lot of attention to it in the future.Yes M'gann... I am happy to comply.Her left hand moved from Megan's thigh up her waist and side, stroking her flesh and feeling the shape of her chosen form. Apparently the alphabet trick worked worked wonders on Martians as much as it did humans. Once M'gann felt repeated touching on her sensitive spot though, it was all over for her. She let out a moan into the evening air as she climaxed. Her hands pushed down into Kara's shoulders as her body clenched and tightened.When it was over she spent a few moments panting. Her red hair hung down from her head in front of her face and she gave a satisfied 'Whew' accompanied with a psyhic expression of pure bliss. It had only gotten her more antsy though, and although sweat covered her body now, her expression was just a bit crazed as she smiled in dazzled delight."Oh that was so good!" She said, throwing her hair back. "Absolutely amazing!" She gave Kara long, lingering kiss to show her appreciation and settled down int the sand with Kara, bringing her body flush with Kara. A green thigh slid up Kara's legs and she said, "Now it's my turn!" She said.She was going to ask what Kara wanted from her, but she realized she already knew. After all, she'd seen the fantasy that Kara had unknowingly transmitted to her. She gave a mischievous chuckle and began to kiss Kara's ear as her hand slid across supergirls body and her hand trailed lower and lower down her gorgeous abs. Kara was all fired up for attention too... still it had been thrilling to see and feel Megan's reaction to her touch and attention. She returned the kiss, her hands trailed over her girlfriends green body eagerly exploring its form and curves.Kara's head rolled back as she realised where this was going. Familiar but so much more real. She nervously bit her lip, her left hand moved over Megan's, not controlling but gently guiding. She sought to highlight the areas that stimulated and excited her, reinforced by pleased sighs which soon became excited ragged breathing.Once she had guided Megan to a few of her more sensitive spots her hand withdrew and just enjoyed the moment. The hand moved to her green jaw, tilting her head so their eyes could meet. Kara's pants became whimpers of pleasure as their gazes met. Her leg slid up the back of the Martian's thigh hooking around her waist. Kara's eyes watered and a few tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. She lightly kissed Megan's lips muffling her own moans of pleasure as her body shivered in pleasure.She looked up at Megan demurely as the glow of her orgasm faded. She brushed aside the few tears with the back of her hand."Happy tears, I just... I never thought you would be interested. I have had experiences with humans the different in strength and resilience, I always have to be so careful all the time but with you just there it hit me I could be in the moment. And the fact that was with you and how you were making me feel. It was a lot for me."Her hands were wrapped around Megan's waist and back as she spoke. Megan's touch wasn't quite what Kara had dreamed of, but she was eager, and having a psychic link to Kara's mind let her know exactly what made Kara feel best. Miss Martian stared at Kara as she approached climax and then kissed her lovingly as she teared up.When it was done, Megan rested her head on Kara's shoulder, and gave a wide smile, knowing that Kara was pleased and happy. "A lot?" She asked, "Oh Kara, it's okay." She brushed some hair out of her forehead and then kissed it gently."That was amazing." She said in a satisfied exhale. as she settled back in the crook of her shoulder. "So, do we tell the others about us?" She asked curiously as she ran her fingers up and down Supergirl's arms. "I can just imagine whatWallywould think." She said with a sour sneer. Still though, even that couldn't dampen her good mood. "Its a lot. My best friend... a rather stunning lady is now my girlfriend and we did have a pretty great first date. So I'm still wrapping my head around how the last few hours have gone."Kara's fingers brushed through Megan's hair as she rested her head against her chest.She was acutely away of how naked they both were and how warm Megan felt even as a cool evening breeze rolled over them."I'd like to keep you to myself for now if that's ok... not long just a few days. Wally... is going to connect the dots very quickly.""I do not want to crush him. He likes me but I think he likes you more... then again its hard to predict. I am pretty sure he'll be happy for us in the longterm but a bit sorry for himself at first. There is a non zero chance he is going to ask us to kiss isn't there?""Oh and I thought of a nice gift for you but I want it to be a surprise so do not go digging too deep if you are in my head alright?"Kara narrowed her eyes, a playful smile on her face. Megan was immediately tempted to dig as long and hard as she needed to to find the surprise. She was super excited by the idea of receiving a surprise but it was going to be far too tempting to not get the information. She went so far as to squint her her eyes a little, but stopped herself at the last moment, "Oh fine!" She said in exaggerated disappointment. "But I want you to know how hard it is for me." She said with a small laugh.She answered the previous question. "Eww, I hope not. Although I have no one to blame but myself. I never should have given him the idea in the first place, like,Hello, Megan!" She said, smacking her head with the heel of her palm.She knew that they should probably get dressed, so she reluctantly climbed off of Supergirl and handed some of her discarded clothing. "Alright, it will be our secret. It's going to be hard not to hold your hand all the time on missions." She joked.She gave Kara one more kiss before she transformed, changing her naked body to the same outfit she'd left in. The sand that had accumulated in her crevices simply fell off of her body and she swept her hands over her body to straighten out the wrinkles in her outfit. Shapeshifting sure was helpful sometimes. "I think you will like the surprise. And if you do not, I suppose I will have to acknowledge your restraint in other ways."Kara winked at Megan."I wont hold it against you that you didn't hold onto the sand in solidarity."Kara's nose furrowed as she loomed at the martian woman.She put on her panties and bra while looking over at Megan."You know, I bet I could sneak you into my room or the other way around. We could chat or cuddle... or..."Kara bit her lip before lifting the dress over her figure. She slid her hand into Megan's"It might help with hand holding withdrawls... or make them worse."Kara pursed her lips and blew a stream of freezing air at the fire to put it out. She leaned over picking up a few pieces of chaired driftwood smiling."Whatever could I be up to." Megan blushed furiously as her hand was held. Holding hands was shockingly benign compared to what they'd already been up to, but the fact that 'Hand Holding' had always been such a momentous occasion on the TV shows she'd grown up on made her heart flutter all the more."W-What is Martian camouflage for if not sneaking into your girlfriend's bedroom?" She said a bashful tone as she glanced down at their held hands. "This was a great date." She took Kara's other hand and said, "You are very special to me, Kara." She said, looking up Supergirl.She stared into Kara's eyes many more moments before she gave her one last kiss of the night. Her green hand slid behind Kara's head and held the back of her neck, slipping under Kara's long blonde hair as their lips touched once more kissed by moonight as the sea air blew their hair. Kara very much appreciated the hand holding too. She was very keen on doing a lot of different things with Megan but things were going way quicker than she had ever dared dream. But it wasn't just the overtly sexual side of things she was after, while holding her hand gave Kara a thrill while as she understood in human courting it was considered romantic, she agreed."You are very special to me too Megan."She gave her hand a light squeeze to reassure her.After a long intent look that left butterflies in her stomach and certain places tingle Megan leabed in and kissed her. Her own hands wrapped around the martians shoulders gripping them firmly. She tilted back a little as they kissed.She took a long breath as their lips parted. She liked how Megan tasted... it was different from any other girl or boy she had kissed, which was not surprising."So as you know I have done some stuff. In same sex relationships the line of where virginity is lost is a little more open to interpretation but for me that defibitely counted."Kara smiled. A few days later, and The Team was settling down in the lounge area to watch a movie. The previous couple of days had been interesting to say the least. A high speed chase across the North American midwest in pursuit of the Toy-Maker along with his gaggle of minion M.O.N.K.I's had kept them busy!But now he'd been captured and the Team was able to finally relax. Wally came in and flopped in a big bean-bag chair. Artemis sat on a chair nearby. The two of them engaged with some playful banter as Megan walked over into the kitchen and began to get out the ingredients she'd need to cook a meal. She was humming the theme song for her favorite TV show of all time.She could sense Kara enter the room despite the fact that she was facing away. She turned around said to her, "Kara! You're here! Want to help me with dinner?" She said, phrasing it as an invitation rather then a request. Kara smiled over at Megan while everyone else chatted away and goofed off."Sure thing Megan."She moved over beside Megan, her hand sliding onto Megan's shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze.Picking up a few vegetables she began chopping them to make a little noise so people wouldn't overhear her whisper to Megan."So should we talk to them before or after the movie?""And I finished your present too, I think you'll like it."Kara smiled over a little nervously at Megan, glancing back at the vegetables."It's inspired by those shows you like but has a little of each of us in it." That thought intrigued Megan. She had not been at all shy about her unique obsession with 90s sitcoms, although she had been reluctant to share her particular favorite with anyone out of fear that they'd realize that her personality was basically lifted whole cloth from it.Megan began stirring some of the ingredients, but then left to go prepare the meat while maintaining the stirring with her mind. The question distracted her and the bowl began to tilt as it levitated in mid-air. Megan brought her finger up to her lips to consider the question, "Hmm." She said as she thought, "Lets do it before. That way you and I can sneak off during dinner and you can give me your surprise!" She clapped her hands together in excitement.Dinner didn't take long at all for them to prepare thanks to Kara's super-speed and Megan's telekinesis. Megan said with a mental message to everyone in the base and folks started to trickle in and sit down at the table. Kara wondered if they snuck off... Megan probably didn't consider what conclusion they might jump to. They wouldn't be long anyway and nervous as she was these were her friends, they'd be happy for them right... Wally might feel a little down on himself she suspected but he was a good guy, she just hoped he knew it wasn't about him.Wally of course was first in when the call went out. Artemis, Robin and Kaldur all came in in due course. Artemis returned to some minor bickering argument with Wally that seemed like it would go on for a while. Robin seemed almost amused by the two of them but Kaldur was more placid about the whole affair.Kara's heart beat in her chest suddenly wishing they had decided to go with after the movie for the conversation. She knew it would be fine... right. She was nervous for herself but more so about Megan, she was sensitive, and sweet... and so pretty.After a moment she realised she was just staring at Megan before she blushed and cleared her throat looking towards the others."Hey guys can Megan and I talk to ye about something."The others looked at her, it was not every day you say the Maid of Might being nervous after all."So Megan and I have been talking and spending a lot of time together. So-uhm we uh."She looked over at Megan. Why was this so hard, they were their friends... but they were also the first people they were telling. She had read up enough online to know people weren't always happy about this kind of thing. No, she believed in her friends."We are girlfriends now."Robin nodded as if he had suspected something like this was going on. Kaldur just had that soft quiet smile. It hadn't seemed to click for Artemis or in particular Wally she didn't mean they were just really good friends. "Romantic girlfriends. You guys are the first people we are telling."She could practically see the crystal matrix es aligning in Wally's mind. Kaldur spoke first "Congratulations, I am glad you've found happiness with each other."Artemis chimed in "Fine by me, less competition." She teased but her eyes were warm and friendly.Robin spoke next "I'm not surprised, you guys have been sneaking off together a lot."Wally finally spoke "Ooh man..." The look on his face was clearly crest fallen but he recovered at least trying to look happy for them. "I told all the guys I saw Miss Martian first, I guess I forgot to say it to the ladies. Congratulations you guys." After a few more moments his eyes went wide as he connected the dots but as fast as he was Robin lightly elbowed his side.Kara blushed... at least two of their friends remembered the altercation from a few days back and put the pieces together but thanks to Robin were letting her save face. "Thanks you guys." She smiles over at Megan and took her hand. They had great friends. Megan was positively delighted by their happy reaction. She squeezed Kara's hand tight in hers as Kara told them the happy news, and by the time she'd finished, Megan was positively beaming."Yes!" She said with a girlish squeal. "We're official and everything!" She added excitedly. "It's going to be so nice not to have to hide things from you any more. You can't imagine how hard it's been not to-" She caught herself on the verge of giving them far more information then anyone needed yet again.She quickly changed the subject, "Dig in! We made it together. With love!" She glanced happily at Kara before they all began eating.By the time they'd finished the main course though, Miss Martian was unable to contain herself. As Wally and Robin discussed something about their respective local sports teams, Megan leaned over and whispered into Kara's ear, covering her mouth with her hand to say, "I don't think I can possibly wait any longer for my surprise. Do you think you and I could..." She gestured with her head towards the hallway leading to the girls' bedrooms. Kara planted a light kiss on Megan's cheek."Of course. We'll be back soon."Kara walked out of the room holding her hand.Once they got to her room Kara went to the wardrobe and pull es out a jacket. It was mainly white but with red as a secondary colour. It looked to be in the style of the jackets the jocks from Megans shows often gave their girlfriends but instead of a schools heraldry it was that of the House of El, the one humans said looked like the S but this one was a red S on a white background. She turned it showing the same symbol emblazoned on the back."The House of El Symbol but the colours are all yours. The buttons are made from polished bits of driftwood, from when we first..."Kara blushed furiously before clearing her throat."From our first date and when we first made love. It was a night of a lot of firsts.""I want you to be able to wear it whenever I am not around and feel loved. I also wanted it to be something you could wear here and at school, it started in my head as just a cloak but that is not quite a common style in high schools."Kara smiled as she held the jacket out for Megan to slip her arms into."I hope you like it... also after movie night is done I was hoping we could come back here, taking turns wearing it while we make love."She slid her hands to Megans waist, she held something small in her hand, leaning her lips to Megan's ear as she continued"And fuck... because some of its going to be pure raw lust and desire."Kara presses a button on the remote in her hand, the television flicks on and an image of Kara completely nude, save for the jacket, was on the screen. The Kara on the television lay on a bed looking at the camera while she played with herself. The room was different, it must be the one she had in the Danvers house... The Kara on the screen moaned Megans name."I got lonely yesterday while you were out. I hope you do not mind... you can take pictures of me later if you like. So you have something to inspire you when I am not around. I know you can see these things in my minds eye but this seemed lewder, lustful... a different way of showing the desire you stir up in me.She kissed the nape of Megan's neck softly. Megan positively squealed when the jacket came out. She rushed over and turned around so Kara could help her put it on, "Oh my god, it's perfect!" She said in delight. She pulled up one of the arms so she could smell the sleeve just like they had sometimes on the shows. She wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to be smelling though.She quickly threw her arms around Kara and let her leg extend behind her as she leaned forward and kissed her with gusto.When Kara showed her the images of her wearing the jacket while nude, Megan's mouth dropped open. "Wow, you are really... uh." She tried to think of a word that wasn't too lewd, but she couldnt. "You're just so... sexy..." Kara beamed clearly extremely pleased with Megan's reaction to the jacket. Her arms wrapped around her girlfriends as they kissed."But do you like watching me like that. I hope so."She kissed the nape of Megan's neck again, Kara's hands sliding onto the Martian's hips."I was going for sweet and sexy with the two gifts... but we have a movie to watch. I know I am being very bold but when your girlfriend is a telepath you have to accept you can not hide the parts of you that are more perverted.""Want to show off your jacket to the others?"Keeping one hand on Megan's hip she'd start moving towards the door. She pressed the remote control once more turning off the television."Oh yes, it is pretty practical too, there is a layer of nomex in it. Nomex is a bit like kevlar but it is not as resistant to physical damage but it has other traits like being resistant to a temperatures up to three hundred and seventy degrees Celsius. I might have looked into the materials used in fire fighter equipment." Megan sighed happily, wrapping her arms around Kara and holding her close. "It is very sweet, andverysexy." She said, before moving in to kiss supergirl. The firmness of her embrace meant that the jacket fell off of her as they made out in the room. No matter how much heat it could take, it couldn't contain Megan's desire.Shortly afterwards, they found themselves in the living room watching a movie with the rest of The Team. No one teased them, or made fun of them. When Miss Martian opened up her mind, she couldn't trace one bit of jealousy or animosity directed their way. It was nice just being able to wrap herself in her girlfriends arms as they enjoyed the movie.After going back to their room and Megan properly showing her appreciation, she climbed into Kara's bed and rested her head on Kara's shoulder as the dark room embraced them. She held a blanket close to her naked body and in the darkness, Megan whispered, "It felt so good tell everyone about us." She said, "I was not expecting such a nice reaction." She turned her head and kissed Kara's chin before asking softly in the night, "Is there anyone else we can tell?" Kara was thrilled Megan liked her present and was lookingnforward to later... but just having her arms around Megan watching movies with their friends left her feeling warm and fluffy.As they watched the movie she could smell Megan, her shampoo and other toiletries but she could pick out her scent. In truth she could pick out the odour of everyone in the room but Megan was clear, powerful and soothing this close. She felt calm and content... moments like this had been few since she arrived here. She had friends and family, moments of joy but while she was not the last Kryptonian she was the only one who remembered it, sometimes she woke up confused and for a heartbeat the horror was clear again.Being with Megan was making earth feel like home on a deeper level. She looked at the silhoette of Megan in the darkness."Well there is my cousin... your uncle and the Danvers. I might tell the Danvers seperately unless you'd like to be there? We could tell Kal-El and Lois together with John... do you think we should tell him, or just you? With my cousin or seperate, honestly I don't know him that well. I definitely want to tell Kall-El together." Megan pushed herself up onto her elbow. "Well, I already told J'onn" She said, sounding a little bashful. "Was I not supposed to?" She felt chagrined, "Sorry! We martians aren't used to keeping stuff like that secret. It would have been weird if he read my mind and didn't know." She said, apologetically, grasping onto Kara's muscular biceps and holding onto it tightly."But how should we tell your family?" She asked. Her voice was excited, obviously eager to tell them. "I do think we should tell them together. Do you think they'd be happy for us?" She wasn't quite sure how things would go. Even though she knew that Superman was also known as a Clark Kent, she'd only actually met him twice and she knew he was one of the superheroes who kept his secret identity very separate. Kara stay laying down, she moved her hand to Megan's waist under the sheet a slight smile on her lips."That is alright, how did he react?"Her head still lay on the bed as it titled up to look at the shadowy outlines of Megan's face, her blonde hair was played out behind her on the pillow."Well I am supposed to have dinner with the whole Kent family in two days. I am sure I could bring someone if I let them know... but that would also involve telling his parents too. Older humans tend to be less used to these kind of things." "Well..." Megan didn't want to tell her the whole truth. It would reveal her most deeply held secret. She knew that she would need to tell Kara eventually, but Megan just wasn't ready yet. J'onn had told her she should be honest about it but... "Oh, he's happy for us." She said and at least that much was true. "He's glad to that we've found each other."She contemplated the idea that the other Kents might not be so readily accepting. "Back on mars, the Elders tend to be the same way. They need some adjusting to come around, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't do it anyway." She said, "But, they're your family, not mine. Do you think we should tell them?" "We should... and I do not think they will be upset or anything but it will maybe catch them off guard. They might not know what to say."Kara smiled."Maybe we should bring a desert?"She nuzzled into Megan's neck, getting close to her beneath the sheets."A cake or a pie or something. You are better at baking, what would be best?" And so she did. A week and a half later, she'd made an apple pie. The two of them took Ship to smallville, setting it down in a nearby cornfield. They may have flown, but the pie would have lost all heat if they'd done that!Ship set down the field, leaving an oddly shaped circle of bent stalks. Megan made note to apologize for the bending. She would hate for some nearby teens to stumble upon upon it and think that something weird had happened!After the landing plank extended, Megan picked up the pie and changed her body to match the clothing. She now wore a powder blue flared dress with a white headband in her red hair."Wait!" She said suddenly. "I totally forgot to match my clothing with my skin! I planned for green but..." She began to panic and her skin quickly flipped from Caucasian to green. It betrayed her nervousness about this whole thing, "Which do you think I should wear to dinner? I have no idea!" She said in veritable panic. ( smiled at Megan... she was nervous too but Megan always seemed to know how to be so cute while doing it. She put a hand on Megans shoulder"Maybe look a bit more local til we are behind closed doors... but then green. Today is about letting them see us right?"Kara wore a white sleeveless top, she wore a skirt that was half a pair of shorts if she unbuckled it. It was odd, she couldn't imagine something like it on krypton."Now of course... they are very much humans so this may end up in a few months with an earth christmas party why I get to catch a certain green beauty under the mistletoe. Of course if I catch you under a mistletoe somewhere else skin colour wont stop me from respecting human culture."Her hand slid down Megans arm holding onto her hand for a moment as she moved towards the ramp. Megan blushed and let out a little giggle as Kara mentioned the mistletoe. She'd certainly seen enough christmas episodes to know what exactly Kara meant by that. She transformed into a normal human coloration, but couldn't hide the blush from her face.She traipsed down the landing plank with her pie outstretched, pie outstretched. A few of the Kents were there to greet them at the door, sitting on the porch and waiting for them to arrive. Surely they'd heard about Ship landing in their cornfield.Pa Kent said, "Kara! There you are!" He said moving to creakily stand and offer her a hug. Clark stood nearby, looking as stoic and towering as ever with his tiny little spectacles on. Lois was sitting a rocking chair. Her long brown hair was done back in a ponytail. She ore charcoal grey slacks and stilettos with a white top.Clark offered his hand to Megan, "Mrs. Morse. I don't believe we've met." Megan looked confused for a moment. Not quite sure what was going on. Lois rolled her eyes, "Don't toy with the poor girl, Clark. She knows who you are. She's psychic right?"He scratched his head sheepishly, "I guess that's true. Good to see you again, M'gann."Megan let out a relieved breath, "Megan is fine." She said gently. "I brought pie!" She said, raising her hands.Pa Kent smiled and said, "Why don't you take that in and give it to Martha. Dinner should be almost ready." Megan stepped inside and left the Kents to catch up. Kara hugged Pa Kent. Ma and Pa Kent were odd... they kind of were family now but for obvious reasons she'd never see them like Clark did. Still they had raised and protected him when she couldn't. It wasn't quite easy for her to get used to them though, they were so different... but nice.Lois of course looked stunning in her rather simple outfit... she always looked great. Without realising her eyes lingered on Lois a second or two longer than she intended though none one seemed to notice.Kal of course had to go teasing poor Megan. Superman was very upright and straight laced but Kal had a mischievous streak often playing tricks on people but kind hearted and playful ones. It was easy with their abilities here to be like that.Before she knew it Megan was off to the kitchen. She turned her attention to Kal."Even when you think you are used to being around telepaths it can still catch you off guard. Not that Megan goes rummaging but if you are too giddy trying to set up one of your jokes she will see it coming.""I guess you're right Kara."He smiled at her, it was one of those easy smiles he often had. Still even the sentence was a stark reminder, he was biologically a Kryptonian but culturally he wasn't quite... he had been raised human. He used contractions so easily, but they were so foreign to her in the disciplined mindset of Krypton such short cuts just weren't a thing. She'd never be able to unconsciously use them.In the kitchen the Martha gave Megan a soft grandmotherly smile."Well now Megan you didn't have to go bringing that. But thank you, it's very kind of you." Megan went into the kitchen and delivered her pie with a cheerful smile. "Oh aren't you just the sweetest" She said to Megan who immediately began helping her prepare the rest of the food. Luckily it was just about time to serve.Ma Kent asked Megan to fetch everyone for dinner and Megan nearly failed to stop herself from summoning everyone psychically. Luckily she noticed right in time and instead popped her head out the door and said, "Dinner's ready! Who's hungry?"The group filed into the dining room where dinner was set out. Lois sat directly across from Kara and barely took notice of the two of them. Her attention was much more on Clark and on the meal. Megan, however, picked up a trace of Kara's attraction to Lois. It made her smile for reasons she didn't quite understand, but didn't bring it up at all at dinner.After the main course was served, and a full round of smalltalk had been completed, Pa Kent inadvertently gave the pair a perfect opening. "I'm so glad you brought a friend to dinner Kara. How do you two know each other?" He asked, looking at Megan.Megan wasn't quite sure how to answer, but let out a small apprehensive, "Oh, you know, around. We work together?" She wasn't quite sure how to phrase it and looked to Kara for guidance. Kara hesitated for a moment before elaborating"We met a few months back. Megan is part of the team of younger heroes I am on, ones associated but not members of the Justice League. So like us Robin, Kid Flash Aqua Lad. That's how we met and became friends... but more recently we have become closer. Megan is not just my best friend she's my girlfriend."Kara looked over the faces at the table and then she added for clarification and the benefit of the elder Kents."We're a romantic couple."Ma and Pa seemed a little thrown by the answer, looking at each other as they tried to make sense of the somewhat alien situation presented to them by the two alien women.Kal kept smiling"Well Megan, I'm happy you two have found each other."He took off his glasses and leaned forward."I hope Kara has prepared you for the trials to prove your worth to court a member of the House of El."Lois sighed"Clark... remember the part about her being a telepath."Clark looked slightly disappointed for a moment before looking at Lois."How did you know there weren't any trials?""You've said that one before honey, to Green Lantern." Megan laughed, she almost felt guilty that she couldn't let Clark show off his Dad Jokes. "Sorry, Mr. Kent." She said to Clark. "I can try not to read your surface thoughts, if you'd rather be able to get the better better of me!" It was a facetious offer and the table chuckled.Still though, Kara had told them the truth and everyone seemed more then okay with it! She didn't pick up even a hint of resentment or bitterness from the Kents! Maybe things had gotten better overall for people like her after all?She turned to smile at Kara. Beneath the top of the table she reached out and put her hand on Kara's leg and gave it a small squeeze. She wanted to show Kara how happy she was now that they were known to everyone. Well, everyone but her own family, that is, but she knew they'd take issues with far more then their genders, but were thankfully far, far away.Lois Lane leaned forward and twirled her fork as she spoke to Kara. "Are the bad jokes a Kryptonian thing?" She asked of Clark, "I want to know who to blame to for Clark's sense of humor and I would hate to insult our hosts." She said in a joking fashion.Megan's gaze passed between Lois and Kara and she picked up on something. A thread of sexual tension between the two of them. It was becoming obvious that Kara was attracted to Lois. Rather then feeling jealous, however, Megan found it rather intriguing. She watched Lois closely herself, although her own reasons were far different. Her breath caught for a moment and her heart began racing faster... feeling Megan's hand, her warm skin against her knee... She always enjoyed touching Megan or being touched by her but under the table in front of the Kents felt bold and thrilling at the same time. With such close contact she knew Megan would be well aware of how horny she was now."Is that a subtle way of saying you think I can only make bad jokes too then?"Kara raised a rather accusatory eyebrow."No I suspect it would have more to do with his upbringing here... so despite your best efforts you might have insulted the natives of Smallville anyway."Lois chimed in"I have known the Kents for quite a while now and I can't blame them. I suspect Kara's trying to pass the buck. I've never known her to make many jokes, perhaps she's just holding in a tidal wave of bad jokes." Megan could feel Kara getting happy at her touch. She felt such a connection with the girl. This was such a nice and quiet moment with a family, one that accepted her for who she was. She could not have asked for a better dinner, or a better partner.After desert had been served, and dinner had been finished, the Kents invited them to stay the night. The Kent farmhouse was more than big enough for everyone to stay comfortably. Lois and Clark had been planning to stay at well, but not too long after they'd settled in for the night, a disaster in Metropolis had happened. Lois simply had to cover it, and Clark of course, had to save the dinner."I'm going to insist you two stay here and enjoy yourselves" He said, standing tall in his blue spandex and speaking to two of them. "Ludo is enough for me to handle on my own, and you two deserve the night off. I'd consider it a favor if you two were to-" Something far away had exploded. Clark knew that time was of the essence and apparently, deciding he'd made his point, he zipped off.The guest room had been prepared for the girls. Plaid pajamas had been set out for the both of them. Megan didn't need them though. Besides, she had something special planned. In the bathroom she 'Changed' for bed. But not into PJs, she instead changed to look like Lois Lane, star reporter.She wondered how long she could fool Kara. Not long, she imagined. Besides, trickery wasn't the point. She stepped over to the bedroom door and knocked, looking all to world like Lois Lane. Kara was a little embarrassed but quite happy to be staying overnight. It hadn't been expected by her but Kal insisted and given how nice everyone had been about it she couldn't object. She knew Megan and herself would get to discretely cuddle but didn't think they'd get to do more than that all things considered. She might hunger for more but making out and gentle caresses would have to do for now. She could be patient... tomorrow once they were away she'd get her chance.She got changed into the simple pyjamas, still she wanted to look enticing to Megan even if she didn't feel they could indulge so she had only buttoned the top few bottoms of her pyjamas before tying it off to show off her mid riff. She felt her stomach was one of her best features, when she first arrived on earth and begun to realise she liked women she had stared at herself in the mirror while stimulating herself... being embarrassed and not having discovered the internet it had been a way to explore her desires. It was a bit perverted she supposed and quite egotistical but she had Megan now... and she certainly seemed to like how she looked which was far more important.She heard a knock at the door. But maybe Megan wasn't alone in the corridor and didn't want to put Ma or Pa Kent in an awkward situation seeing Kara getting changed."Come in."Lois putting her head in the door was confusing."Oh hey Lois, the disaster all blown over now? Megan's just gone to the bathroom."She felt a little more conscious about her mid riff being exposed now as she sat on the bed."Thanks for being so understanding, everyone's being really understanding. We were a little nervous." 'Lois' walked in, confident and suave. One hand rested on the hip of her trouser. Sometimes, when Megan pretended to be someone, she managed to carry herself with a confidence that she envied most of the time. It helped to step into the shoes of someone who was so much more capable then herself at moving through the world. She shut the door behind her."Oh, it's no problem." She said, "You two are cute together." The point came with a wry smile, "Of course, you'd look cute with anyone, Kara. I didn't know you had it in ya." She moved to sit on the bed, crossing her legs in her grey trousers. Her hand came to rest on Kara's leg, caressing it through the Pajamas. "I mean, I've always known you hadsomethingin you. I just didn't think it'd be her."Before Kara could freak out though, she linked with her mind. she said, while staring at her with Lois' eyes. Kara was shocked... on so many levels. Through the mental link Megan would feel how aroused and excited Kara was but also a fierce loyalty and anger. For a few heartbeats while reeling from the approach there was no wavering Kara was set to reject Lois.As the mental link was established she got a little calmer... this was wrong... wasn't it? Maybe but also very exciting. Was this just part of dating a shapeshifter. She bit her lip looking into 'Lois's' eyes. Kara could relax now knowing who it was. Still she had to be careful... this would be extremely hard to explain. She stared down at the hand on her leg caressing it through the simple plaid pyjamas."I am cute- I mean you think I am cute?."Her heart beat fast, her chest rising and falling a little more quickly as her excitement grew."You were thinking of me with other people... anyone I know?"She hadn't removed the hand on her leg, just edging a little closer on the bed. Lois' head tilted as Megan sent over a message, conveying all the love and trust she had for her partner. Megan sent her thoughts into Kara's minds, She kept the mental link open, hoping to share her own pleasure while sampling kara's own as her crush. The sound of the door locking could be heard. No one would be disturbing them tonight.Without missing a beat, Lois' hand crept up Supergirl's leg. "Well, you know I love Clark." She said flippantly, "Actually, what do you call him? Kal?" She playfully bantered, the same way she had at dinner. "But I've always thought of what it would be like to be with a girl." She shrugged her shoulders in a flirtatious manner.She leaned forward, "And seeing you at dinner, looking so strong and confident... and beautiful." Her hand moved from Kara's leg to her stomach as she leaned ever forward, bringing their faces close together. Kara could feel Lois' breath on her. "It makes me wonder, are you as much a goddess in bed as you are as a superhero?" The feeling of 'Lois's hand on her stomach was exciting. There was something to be said for this it seemed."Well... I would not want you going off somewhere else. If Kal found out it would crush him. I can not trust them to be quiet about such a sexual conquest... but I will only tell Megan, I'll explain how desperate you are. I love her... so I make love to her. This is just fucking right? I'm going to share all of these memories with her... so it is kind of like sleeping with both of us."She leaned forward before Lois could respond her lips parting and her tongue moving across her lovers lips in a light teasing lick.Her hands moved to Lois' hips, the smaller woman using her kryptonian strength to pull the human beauty into her lap."Of course you might need to indulge your needs. In which case she can help me relieve you. Two young women touching and caressing you... does that sound good."Her hands roamed over Lois' waist untucking her shirt. Her hands slipped under the fabric gliding over Lois flesh.Through the mental link Megan would get the impression of Megan bent over on the bed on her knees her hands gripping the headboard. Lois lay on her back, her tongue lapping at Megan's pussy while she wore black lacy underwear. Kara was there too on her hands and knees in red lingerie, her tongue lapped at Megan's pussy. Kara's hands eventually went to Megan's backside and gently spread the cheeks, Kara's tongue dragged up the crack of the martian's rear. She repeated the motion but this time her tongue slid over Megan's anus in a slow teasing circular motion. She couldn't shapeshift but she could introduce new ideas... so she introduced the ideas in a way Megan could easily accept or decline if she was not interested or just not ready for.Kara's hand slowly moved her hand up to Lois's bra, cupping her breast beneath her shirt. Her lips planted a trailing line of kisses along Lois' neck Megan projected happy thoughts back at her girlfriend, responding well to the idea of a threesome, and letting herself indulge with the fantasy even as in the real world, she helped Kara to play out her own fantasy. She teased back at her, She said, wiggling her butt in a rather tempting motion as Kara began to feel her up.Lois reached up and put her hand behind Kara's kneck, stroking and caressing her long hair with her delicate fingers. She whispered into Kara's ears, "You know what I've never tried?" She asked in a hushed tone, "but I've always been curious about? Have you ever... Well, eaten out a girl's ass?" She asked, with her voice sounding of smiles.Lois began to unbutton Kara's pajamas, pushing it open and taking a moment to pull back and admire her breasts, "Wow." She said, "I mean, I always knew you were gifted but..." She bent down and planted a kiss on her breast. She moved to straddle Kara, still wearing her dark grey slacks and stiletto heels. She stopped for a moment and pulled her own blouse up and off her head. She tossed it away, but the blouse disappeared before it hit the ground. It was, after all, simply an extension of Megan. Kara moved a hand onto the back of 'Lois' neck as she kissed her breast, guiding the other woman to keep her focus on that area for a moment. She leaned forward whispers into her ear."Why thank you but honestly you should see Megan... she's stunning and full of surprises. Her clothes are just a part of her... my girlfriend is always sort of naked. But your question... no I have not but seeing as I am the more experienced lesbian here..."She teasingly trailed her tongue along the contours of Lois' ear, her fingers of her left hand soothingly stroked the back of her neck while her other hand returned to hungrily grope the other woman's breast through her bra."I guess I need to show you how it's done."As she spoke she used a little of her arctic breath to chill Lois' ear, nothing painful but surprising and stimulating like the caress of an ice cube.Her left hand slid to the side of Lois' neck, her thumb firmly guiding her gaze to meet"You know as the Matriarch of the House of El it could be seen as insulting for you seek to become my cousin's mate without my permission. I am sure you will do your best to make it up to me."She craned her neck up before allowing a response lightly kissing at first before more deeply kissing and moaning as her tongue pushed into Lois' lightly teasing her tongue.

Superheroines Grow Closer

Rockets Blasting Off Again (SargentTougie and AceFlyer)

( weren't going according to plan for the Melanos twins...Having traveled all the way to Kanto from the Unova region, the two girls had just been looking to enjoy a vacation together. Their parents, who wanted all of nothing to do with them, had shipped them off to a boarding school when they had been mere children. Neither were quite content to be there, however, and as soon as they were able to they left on their own, with some Pokemon at their sides, to do...well whatever they wanted to do. They traveled and saw the world, not partaking in the Pokemon League challenges like most trainers.( Unova, they traveled to Kalos. From Kalos to Sinnoh, to Hoenn, and then to Kanto. Seeing the sights, meeting all kinds of interesting and odd people, they were having the times of their lives. Finally they reached the famous Celadon City. With one of the greatest department stores, or at least popular enough everyone called it great, the two went on a shopping spree. New outfits, great food, candies...They acted like the kids that the rarely had the chance to be before, even on their adventures. Part of the reason was because, well...They were in Kanto! Where else would they travel to after this? Certainly not the back-water country of Orre, that was for certain.To pass the time, they decided to go to the Celadon Game Corner, and try their hand at blowing a large bit of their parents money."Oh, come on Mel..." Valerie complained, trying to drag her sister away from the prize counter, "We've played enough for today!""But they have a Pikachu!" Melanie protested, one arm extended as Valerie grabbed it to drag her away, the other clutching her beret to her head, "A Pikachu! I've always wanted a Pikachu! Come on, please, we have to keep playing!"The twins stopped and bickered. They had already lost nearly one-million thirty-thousand dollars here, nearly all of the money they had saved from the allowances their parents sent them every other month to keep them from pestering them. The casino around them continued with business as usual. Trainer coming and going, losing money, and occasionally winning money and prizes. Somebody hit the jackpot and promptly left the casino with a Porygon, flanked by two beautiful casino attendant women to help the winner with all of the prize money they were leaving with. But in the back, problems were brewing. A young Trainer, looking like he may have just started his adventure, was crying and screaming, fighting with a young woman in a Rockets Youth uniform."She took my Sandshrew!" he was crying, "Give him back! You can't have him!"Valerie and Melanie got involved at that point, fighting the young woman in a battle to for her to give the Sandshrew back. Instead, finding out that Team Rocket was behind the casino as a front to steal Pokemon from trainers who won big jackpots, the twins pressed into the back of the casino, intent on stopping the operations and freeing all of the kidnapped Pokemon. Instead..."Sparks! No!" Valerie cried, as her Joleton was knocked out. Her back was against Melanie's, and she heard a similar cry behind her, calling for her Espeon. While they had battled a path through the ranks of Team Rocket, defeating all of the common grunts, the numbers had finally been too much. Surrounded, with two beautiful Rocket executives grinning at the twins as they had no Pokemon left to defend them, one of them smirked."Take the two to the boss," she said with a short laugh, "They're feisty...She might like them.""You can't do this! Who...Who are you people? Melanie cried as the twins were rushed, piled on by young women, their hands tied behind their backs as their arms were grabbed, to be dragged away."The new and improved Team Rocket, dearies," the executive grinned, "Oh, don't worry...You'll love it here, I'm sure. Luckily for you we're still recruiting..."The remaining Rockets all laughed, as the twins were dragged away. They were taken to an office, luxoriously decorated, and pushed to their knees in front of the desk. The Rockets that brought them their saluted, and left, closing the door behind them, leaving the twins to their fate... ( was a fairly uneventful day at the game corner. As was expected they were raking in an absurd amount of money from the poor sods that were throwing away everything from pocket change to their life savings. Humorously, today seemed like an unusually profitable day compared to the norm... Had a wealthy patron come to play today? That was the only explanation. It was with a roll of her eyes and a groan of annoyance that the boss of the whole operation overlooked what was happening out on the ground floor over her security cameras. Damn it, people? Why did the greedy underlings have to ruin everything? She would find it cute if it wasn't so damn annoying, finding good help these days was so difficult... What was so hard to understand about the concept that stealing Pokemon from children was not only pointless, but it broughtfartoo much attention to their operation. These small time morons with their selfish, greedy desires threatened to ruin something so much greater than themselves, so much moreimportant, that it was almost worth just canning the shortsighted idiots on sight.The problem was finding people with the right combination of intelligence, self-restraint, and moral bankruptcy. No mistakes made, this was still acriminaloperation. It was just big time, far above simple trainer poaching. The annoyed redhead couldn't remember how many times she had to tell her underlings to just leave the trainersalone, they weren't worth it. Though from the looks of it, it seemed like her minion's shortsightedness had earned quite the interesting payoff... Her eyes traced the pair of captive girls as they were dragged through the halls of her hideout, eventually thrown into her office with their Pokeballs confiscated and their wrists both tightly secured behind their backs. The two of them were thrown into her office, the doors shut behind them as the redhead hummed a little bit. She was already facing forward, making it all too easy for the twins to look up and see her as she took looked over the pair.Goodness, theywerelovely, weren't they? Smirking a little bit, the gorgeous redhead would rise from her chair, the tips of her fingers brushing along her desk as she slowly walked towards the of it. The side of her black dress was slit open, showing off a long and sexy leg as she strode towards the pair. "Hello there... Please, don't mind the hostility of my subordinates. They can get very...excitedfrom time to time." Her voice was level, cool, even, and clearly exuding an air of superiority and control. This woman, for lack of a better description, simply exhumed an aura of power. She seemed to be about four to five years older than the twins, if the maturity of her face and the tone of her voice were anything to go off of. "My name is Jillian Ashfeld, I am the boss of this Team Rocket branch... What about you two? What are your names?"Start out slow and gentle, build up from there... One never knew when a victim could show one of their weaknesses... Oh, Jillian did love playing her games. She wondered how long these two would last, how long they could amuse her. They did seem like quite the feisty pair, maybe they could entertain her for a while? She didn't know it at the time, shecouldn'tknow it at the time, but these two were about to give her so much fun and excitement that nobody else could hope to match up. These two were going to be her final conquest, her final prize. "Excited!?" Valerie snapped back, her head looking up at the...surprisingly beautiful redhead that emerged from behind the desk. Her eyes were slow to reach Jillian's face, though, trailing up her long, long legs...She just realized then that everyone they had seen in the hideout was a female. And all, thenthenrealized, a very pretty female. Valerie had known for a while that she was attracted to women, but she had never really pursed one before. There was simply no time, and she wanted the chance to actually settle in a place and forge a meaningful relationship, and not just have some fling in a port, as Melanie was fond of doing. "You have no right to hold us like this! Release us!"At the very least, Valerie seemed to be the more fiery and feisty of the twins. Melanie remained there on her knees, a worried, if a bit airy, look on her face as she looked around the room. For a moment she even seemed to not be paying attention, as if her mind had wandered elsewhere, her beret even sliding down her head to cover one eye, before she snapped from whatever reverie she had slipped into."Val..." she whispered over at her twin, "We're not in a position to demand much...Welost...""So they take our money, Mel," Valerie hissed back, as if forgetting that there was their captor still in front of them, "We can't be treated like this!"Melanie sighed, and looked around again, before her one, visible, amber-colored eye settled on Jillian. Frowning, she struggled with her bindings. Both girls did. But the cuffs were put on their wrists properly, and they had barely enough space between skin and metal to keep their circulation going. Valerie managed to stand, though, all of her sword training having taught her a good bit about balance, her modest chest bouncing slightly at the movement in the bikini-like top she wore. She had wanted to be sunbathing at Erika's spa by now, not...tied by a madwoman! But Melanie stayed on her knees, examining this woman in front of them, trying to ignore the worrying pit forming in her stomach."Since when does Team Rocket take prisoners?" she asked, her voice an airy monotone, coming from girl much more esoteric and prone to wandering thoughts, than her more centered and direct sister, "...You're kind of pretty. I'm Melanie, will you untie me now?""Melanie!""And my twin is Valerie...Will you untie her too please?" Jillian crossed her arms, her breasts getting pushed up ever so slightly as a result while she looked between the two bickering sisters... Hmm... She had quite the difficult decision ahead of her. Did she want to pick on the 'easier' target first with the more mellow and rational Melanie? Or did she want to push down the more feisty and aggressive Valerie first? She chuckled a little, taking admiration in the fact that no matter which of these options she chose there really was no incorrect answer. There was no way for the two of them to escape this facility unless they somehow managed to overpower Jillian herself, and fight their way out to the entrance again... And they had a very slim chance of doing that without any Pokemon here to help them. Locking her sight on Valerie first, Jillian strode forward and gave Valerie's shoulder a rough shove, hopefully rough enough to throw her off balance and send her tumbling backwards onto her ass. "Untie you? Heh, fat chance of that..." She looked over towards Melanie, a serious, stern look in her eye. "I have a feeling that you already know what's about to happen in here, don't you?"She could play with the two of them for a while longer before getting to business... Though truth be told it had been a long time since Jillian had any new girls brought in that she was able to play with, and she was starting to get a bit riled up. She had to question just how long her self restraint was really going to hold out with this pair of lovelies sitting right in front of her. For now she'd just stand and watch, waiting to hear what Melanie thought was going to happen to them here. So, just how sharp was this girl? She didn't seem to be fighting it at all... Was it because she saw the futility of it? Was she biding her time and looking for a weakness? Did she just not grasp what was about to happen to the two of them?Or... No... She couldn't dare afford to get her hopes up about the girl potentially even looking forward to it. Such a thought seemed outrageous to the redhead. Valerie gritted her teeth, preparing herself for trouble when the, she just saw, taller woman walked over to her. Expecting trouble she braced herself, and yet the push still did as it was intended to. The sandy-haired girl stumbled back, losing her footing and indeed falling back on her behind."Oww..." she wined, wincing, as she sat there. "What was that for!? Bitch..." she mumbled under her breath, scowling and looking away from Jillian.Melanie, however, continued to watch her with almost bored, tired-looking eyes. Or, well, eye, as one was still covered. Some worry flashed across her face when Valerie was pushed, however, and again when she was asked if she knew what was going to happen to them. She had a good idea, but...It was one she didn't want to say. It would not end well, and this fate was going to crush poor, innocent Valerie..."You're going to play with us," she said, repeating the earlier grunt, "And we're...in trouble..." The redhead snickered a little bit, nodding in agreement with Melanie's assessment. "Yeah, that's pretty accurate." She would say, though she would follow up again by reaching down and grabbing Valerie by her waist and pulling her upwards so that her back pressed against Jillian's chest, the redhead's breasts squishing just a tiny bit against the back of her shoulders. "Though please, don't phrase it as 'trouble'... I promise, you won't see it that way for very long..." One of her hands would drift upwards, her nails rolling teasingly across the more innocent girl's flat and exposed stomach upwards towards her chest. When it arrived just below her breastline, Jillian would grab a hold of one of her chest, groping and squeezing it while using her other hand to hold her tightly around her stomach to prevent her from getting away. She was fully anticipating Valerie to kick and scream, her retaliation already queued up and ready to go.Though she molested Valerie, her eyes remained sharp on Melanie. Valerie was without question the more aggressive and violent of the two, but her innocence made her predictable and easy to control. Jillian was used to dealing with girls like Valerie... But Melanie... Melanie was a wild card, and Jillian wanted to see how she was going to react to seeing her sister get assaulted like this. Though Valerie was the one speaking up and fighting more right now, Jillian couldn't shake a feeling in the pit of her stomach that Melanie was going to be the bigger problem child when it came to getting these two in line. "What do you mea--Ahh!" was all that Valerie managed to say. Confused about her sister's wording and the Rocket woman's response, she tried to ask what was going on. They shouldn't be keeping her out of the loop like this! And they should certainly be freed! They had lost their battles...Send them out to a Pokémon Center to lick their wounds and heal and accept their defeat and further depleted bank accounts. But being pulled up and into Jillian cut her off, a blush quickly darkening her cheeks nearly as red as the woman's hair, when she was pulled back against the woman enough that she could feel the swell of her breasts against her shoulder.And then, when a hand would start to drift over her stomach, fingers trailing on the skin, she realized what was happening."No! Stop! You can't do this!" she shouted, anger and fear both in her voice, as she tried to fight and pull away from Jillian. That fight was delayed, briefly, when a hand suddenly grabbed a breast, the sudden sensations of the groping and squeezing making her gasp and her knees go weak. Both twins, as Jillian would learn, had incredibly sensitive breasts. "P-Please, stop...We have money, we'll p-pay you..."Melanie's reaction to her sister's assault was fairly predictable, even for as airy as she was. Her eyes and face hardened, her hands clenching into fists behind her. But she already knew money wouldn't help them here...She could tell what kind of woman Jillian was, and it was only a matter of time until they were used and discarded. The question was just how long she could spare her sister the fate."Don't touch her! Take me instead...Just leave my sister alone!" Jillian looked between the two of them, and it seemed that it was Valerie's turn to surprise her and catch her off guard. She had entirely anticipated kicking and screaming as soon as her hand made contact with that breast... But instead it looked like she was already starting to get a bit weak in the knees and her voice was getting a bit shaky. She grinned a little bit, realizing that in her attempt to draw a reaction out of Melanie, she might have just tapped into one of Valerie's weak spots! Did both twins share it? This was something she'd have to investigate in deeper detail. Once more, though Jillian's hands were on Valerie, her eyes were on the more cool and plain looking twin as she looked to finally get a bit of life in her. So she had the desire to save her sister, did she? Or at least delay the inevitable...A rather wicked thought filled her mind. It was all too obvious that both of these girls were close to one another, they shared the bond of family as well as being twins, after all... She looked between the two briefly, stewing on which one she wanted to break first... No matter which one went first, she was going to have them 'assist' with the training of the other. Both carried their own appeals... Either the more innocent and wide eyed Valerie was getting team-attacked by her own beloved and more worldly sister, or said more seasoned sister was going to get a front row seat at what Jillian made Valerie into... There was no debating that Melwas going to be the harder target, so did Jillian want to open up with her and unleash her on Val? Or save it for when she'd be easier to bring down? She bit her lower lip a little bit, the decision being a whole hell of a lot harder than initially anticipated.Well... Melanie was willing to give herself up for this... Maybe Jillian could honor that, and play with that angle a bit. "Hmm... Very well then..." She let go of Valerie, pushing her off to the side as she strode over to the door and knocked on it. In walked a gorgeous security guard with long, raven black hair. Her crimson gaze looked the two twins over briefly, as Jillian gave her commands. "Take the skimpier one to the holding cells... Just make sure she doesn't break out, or do anything dangerous." While she said that she motioned with her thumb back towards Valerie. The raven haired admin nodded, roughly grabbing Valerie and pulling her towards the door. "Alright, come along sweetie~" Before the two of them left, Jillian also rose a finger, having forgot one vital command. "Oh! And hand's off. That one's not yours."The door was shut, and Jillian was left alone with Melanie. Smirking a little bit, Jillian crossed her arms and rested against the back of her desk, keeping her distance for just a moment. "... Happy?" Valerie's lapse in fighting spirit only lasted a moment. The humiliation and shame at what was happening off-set the sudden spike of pleasure and warmth that came with the hand on her breast. That, and hearing Melanie offer herself up, if it meant that she would be let free for the moment. Suddenly coming to life again, she was struggling against Jillian, trying to break free."No! Mealnie, don't! she said, ever as she was pushed to the side. Before she could do much, as her natural clumsiness had her stumble and fall to her knees. "And I'm not skimpy! We were going sunbathing at Erika's spa!" she protested, indignant at being implied to be...some woman of loose character. But the guard was strong than her, and she was hauled away easily enough, kicking and fighting the whole time.Leaving Melanie with Jillian..."No." she answered simply, her airy monotone back, "I have my hands tied behind my back, in the office of an egocentric whore that intends to defile myself and my sister. Not much to be happy about...Still, thank you..." She remained on her knees, just watching Jillian with her one exposed eye. She wasn't going to volunteer anything. If she could make this as tiresome and tedious as possible, maybe they'd just be let go... Jillian smiled in admiration, deciding to use that 'superior' resilience to her advantage. She pushed herself off the table and moved towards Melanie, grabbing her by her restraints and urging her to walk over towards a side door towards the back of the office. "Truth be told there's another reason I picked you... There's a little game that I'd like to play, and unlike your sister, you might actually make it a challenge..." On the other side of the door was a medium sized bedroom, doubtless this was where Jillian slept. She would reach down, starting to release Melanie from her cuffs. Unlike her sister she wasn't expecting Mel to put up a fight, Jillian had faith that Mel was smarter than that, and would be fully aware of the fact that even if she somehow managed to magically win against Jillian, her sister was still being held prisoner and she was still deep in the depths of this compound.When Melanie was free of her bonds, Jillian would give her a small shove on the shoulderblades to send her lurching forward. "Strip." was all that she would say. If it was Valerie, Jillian would have been more than happy to tear and cut away at her little bikini. However, Mel's outfit was just a bit too thick and leathery for such a thing. It would be fine though, she was already plotting ahead. Doubtless Mel was going to make this the most plain, boring strip that Jillian had ever seen, but that was also fine.The games would only begin once Mel was nude, and Jillian knewexactlywhat buttons to push to get a reaction out of her. "Oh, joy...games..." Melanie dryly repeated. She didn't resist as she was urged to her feet, moving quickly just to avoid any needless pains or smacks for being too slow. She had done her fair bit of bondage and pet play before, she knew how things could go. Of course, those had all just been for fun and play, with safe words in place to keep things from going too far. She had no illusions that there was anything she could call 'safe' about the situation that she was in now. But, if she waited, and time it right...Maybe she could turn things around and get out of here with her sister.When her hands were freed, she moved them in front, rubbing her sore wrists. Jillian had assumed correctly she wouldn't fight, not yet anyway. Stumbling forward but keeping her balance when shoved, showing she certainly wasn't as clumsy as her sister, she turned and faced Jillian, a sarcastic grin crossing her face."You're not unwrapping me yourself? Lame..." she said, planning on keeping the small barbs and undermining of any authority Jillian wanted to establish as much as possible. But she did as she instructed, and in as boring a way as she could. Her belt and satchel were unhooked and let drop, while the tan dress she wore was pulled over her head. Boots were kicked off, and the blue top she wore removed as well, until she was only in her bra and panties.Her body was a bit softer and fuller in shape than her twin's. Not by much, but Valerie's training was the main difference between them. Melanie was slender and svelte, her chest a good CC-cup, now that it was no longer hidden by her dress, where Valerie had been just a C-cup. Her stomach was fat, let long and with a light tone from all their traveling and walking. She was fit, lean, a touch more padding around the curves, where Valerie was more athletic and toned. Her hair still covered an eye, and the last item to be removed was her beret, which she took and spun around a finger, it "accidentally" flying off towards Jillian's face. Jillian whistled gently in surprise when she saw Melanie's figure... Damn, that dress of hers hid one hell of a figure. Dayum..." She said, blinking briefly in surprise when the beret smacked her in the chin. Well, time to put a bit more life into that woman. Jillian would move off to the side, grabbing a bottle of lotion out of one of her nightstand drawers and moving over towards Melanie with it. She would dab her finger into the lotion, running it gently across her breasts, her stomach, and down in between her legs. "Do you know what this is?" She'd say, hoping that Melanie would continue showing little to no resistance. If she decided to start struggling now, Jillian was going to have to kick things up a bit. Looking at her figure she knew for sure that she was a better fighter than Mel, though Valerie was far more up in the air.The lotion in her hand was a fairly potent aphrodisiac, though a slow burning one. Melanie wouldn't feel any difference for the first couple of minutes, but slowly, over time, it would begin to burn more and more potently. At this point, the only outlying variable was just how easy Mel was going to make this on Jillian. Was she going to keep on playing along and letting Jillian control the tempo? Or was she going to see her opening to retaliate? That simple question was going to determineeverythingabout how the next three to five minutes played out. Melanie just scoffed, and crossed her arms over her chest."Don't flatter me," she sighed out, "I'm sure you've seen better." Like in the mirror, for one. But she would gasp lightly when fingers covered in a cool lotion stroked gently over her breasts. The gasp mainly came from how sensitive her breasts were, a shiver and a flush starting to creep across her chest and face as the sensation. Then the fingers crossed her stomach, clearly heading for her core...she'd shift at the last moment, turning around so that the fingers rubbed the lotion across her hip and onto one of her soft, firm lower cheeks instead."You doubt yourself to the point you need a special oil to turn your girls on?" she quipped, recognizing the bottle as one she had used before. "Why don't I return the favor?" Starting to resist, but likely not in the way expected of her, she would try to make a grab at the lotion, to get some of her hands and stroke her fingers along the woman's neck and over the exposed tops of her breasts. Jillian would retaliate quickly, dropping the bottle and roughly grabbing Melanie by her exposed 'attacking' wrist, jerking it around, and pushing her down into the ground. Nevertheless, she did get a little bit of the cream onto Jillian's upper body, if only a trail leading down from her neck to the crack in between her breasts. Jillian was satisfied with what she'd gotten done, this girl's sensitive breasts, a trait both twins seemed to share, would only be more intense over the next few minutes. "Easy there... You have no idea what you're about to get yourself into..." She'd growl before using her superior position to drag Melanie to the bed and push her down against it. From there it was easy for her to pull one of Mel's wrists over her head, and secure it in a nice, thick leather mandible that was connected to a chain on the bedframe.Compared to the handcuffs she'd been in before, they'd actually feel surprisingly pleasant. Though the fact that they were pre-planted on the bed meant that Jillian had been expecting company, or set them up while the two were being dragged through the compound. Regardless, her other wrist would follow suit, getting chained up and restrained above her head against the bedframe. Once that was accomplished, Jillian sat up, searching and sifting through her nightstand for a few seconds before she pulled out a kitchen timer and set it on the nightstand. A few button pushes and beeps later, the timer would read 1:00:00. "Now then... Melanie... About that game I told you about before. The rules are really quite simple. If you can endure for one hour without begging me to let you cum, I'll let both you and your sister walk free... However, if youfail, both you AND your sister become my new love slaves... You see why I picked you for this game, yeah?"Valerie would have never stood a chance, andwhen(not if, in Jillian's mind) Melanie lost instead, it would be far more crippling and demoralizing on the more seasoned, jaded girl. Melanie shouted a bit in frustration when she was so simply caught and stopped. Some from the woman's neck to the center of her chest was better than none, but probably not enough to do more than making the coming moments in this bedroom even worse for her. She could already feel her breasts starting to tingle, as she was grabbed and dragged to the bed, pushed down on it."Well aren't you kinky..." Mel grunted, not resisting the clearly stronger woman as her hands were bound in the leather straps at the head of the bed. Forced to stretch like that, her body was almost entirely on display beneath Jillian, pink nipples already hardening, her flat stomach with just enough tone, to show her fitness without removing any feminine appeal...her legs crossed and pressed together to hide her most intimate area. She gulped, though, when the game was explain.And hour...?Well, she had no choice."B-Bitch..." she muttered, just glaring at Jillian with her one exposed eye, "You better keep your promise..." Jillian looked down towards her, giggling darkly when she finally saw a reaction out of her... Yes, that was exactly what she was looking for. She kept that haughty, cocky, superior look up as she shifted closer to Melanie on the bed, merely looking her over and drinking in her immaculate figure. In this position, it was hard to imagine that she'd chosen poorly between the two girls. "What fun is a game if you can't lose, right? I swear on my life, you and your sister walk if you last... Otherwise why even play the game? I could just torment you and break you without ever having brought it up." While speaking, one hand reached over to the timer, pushing the large green button to the far right and causing it to tick down. "Now then... Let the game begin~"0:59:59Jillian came out of the gate quickly, both hands reaching in to fully cup and squeeze Melanie's breasts. Her thumbs flicked over her nipples, her index finger reaching down every once in a while to join her thumb in a quick little teasing pinch. She knew that Melanie's breasts were her weakest area, so attacking there first was sure to get a reaction out of her... Even more so once that wonderful lotion started to have an effect on her. Any comment that Melanie might have had was cut off in her throat when Jillian started the timer, and promptly wasted no time. Just like her sister, her breasts were almost as sensitive, if not actually more sensitive, than the spot between her legs. The words at the tip of her tongue instead came out as a gasp, her visible eye opening a bit wider, her arms instinctively straining against their bindings to try and cover herself. But that was all she did. No gasp, no moan...She could control herself better than that.But her nipples became hard as pebbles under the redhead's hands, each pinch at them making her gasp and tremble. It would take several, long minutes, but sooner than Melanie would have liked, she was whimpering softly under the touch, trying to twist and turn however she could to keep the hands from doing their intended task. 55:40Jillian smiled when she started to get a reaction out of Melanie, the girl starting to twist and turn in order to try and escape her touch. Good, she was starting to get warmed up then... She shivered a little, ignoring the growing hunger and heat within her own 'boob window' so to speak as she reached down with one hand. Just like she'd done with Valerie, the tips of her nails would drag teasingly down the bound girl's soft skin until it pushed it's way between her legs, with Jillian's index finger running across her pussy with slow, deliberate strokes. She could molest Melanie's tits all day long, but without getting her lower regions involved there was no way she was going to be able to torment her victim the way she hoped.Her thumb would flick across Melanie's clit a few times, as the tip of her index finger split through her lips and started to push it's way slowly inside before pumping back and forth deliberately, forcefully. All eyes remained on Melanie's face, she wanted to watch every twist and turn, every reaction... Jillian wanted to know how her body was reacting. After all, the closer that she was able to bring this poor girl to cumming without letting her have it, the more unbearable this next hour of her life was going to be. Melanie would keep her legs as rightly closed as she could, limiting just how much Jillian could stroke and tease down there. Still, any touch was enough, and much to her dismay she felt the cool tingle on her folds of leftover oil on the redheads hands. That just wasn't fair...But each brush to her clit brought another gasp and whimper from her, as she started to bite a bit on her bottom lip to resist the feelings.Then she realized something. Her legs were bound. And Jillian never said she had to just lay there and take it...She shifted, tucking her legs in tight to her stomach, trying to get her feet in a good position against Jillian and push to kick her up and off of her. If nothing else it would buy her value able second, minutes even perhaps, and the exertion gave her something other to think about than the growing pleasure in her breasts and sex. Any lack of touch from Jillian's hands was a minor victory, though, as she felt a warm fire start to burn in her breasts, a throbbing in time with her heartbeat, growing slowly with each beat, her desire growing against her will, wetness starting to gather down below. Jillian grunted a bit when she felt Melanie kick her stomach, which did indeed push her backwards and break her hands free from the younger girl's body for a quick second. She grunted a little, shaking her head bitterly as she recovered and reached down into her nightstand drawer again. "Alright, fine... You wanna play it that way..." She'd mutter, before she came back with a pair of ankle cuffs. She'd free her legs from their bonds before grabbing one ankle, yanking it off to the side, and chaining her by her ankle off to the side of the bed in much the same fashion as she had Melanie's arms. Her other leg would follow in a similar fashion, her bonds tightly secured so that she couldn't move her legs, and would have a much more difficult time closing her thighs, though she would be able to... That was, until Jillian broke out the spreader bar as well. She'd lock the metal bar into place right above Melanie's knees, preventing her from closing her thighs anymore.54:55Well that was annoying, but now Melanie was more locked down and helpless than ever. Jillian returned to her aggressive posture, one knee pressing down harshly on the spreader bar while she pushed one hand right up against Melanie's pussy again, stroking and prodding inwards teasingly. Her other hand returned upwards to Mel's breast, groping aggressively. This time, however, she'd turn the heat up even more by leaning in and taking Melanie's unattended nipple into her mouth, sucking, licking, and biting on the sensitive nub in all sorts of experimental ways to see which mixture of harshness and softness got the best possible reaction out of her bound up plaything. She'd only start to ease up once she started to get the tell tale signs of pending orgasm. The goal was to force Mel beg for the privilege of cumming, after all. Giving her even one of those sweet releases could cripple the entire game. Melanie kicked and fought, trying to drag the reprieve from the physical assault and stimulation out as long as possible. Of course, the results at the end were inevitable, as her legs were caught and strapped down. At least she could still--Nevermind, as a spreader bar was but into place. Squirming, and struggling helplessly against her restraints, Melanie finally let out a tired sigh."Can't blame a girl for trying...Aren't you a prepared one, though?" she muttered, her voice adopted the airy monotone again.The worse part, was...she kind of had a thing for being tied down. So this wasn't helping her any...The girl gasped when the relentless assault on her body continued. Feeling the fingers between her legs, the hand groping her breast aggressively...Feeling those strong, slender fingers molding and pushing and pulling on the soft, pillow-like flesh of her breasts. The mouth closing on the other actually pulled an audible moan from her, her body arching a bit under Jillian, trying to press her ever-so sensitive mounds up more into that stimulation.And then, three minutes later...Nothing. The girl sighed, and relaxed, or seemed to...Her breathing remained heavy, and she would gasp lightly, but she seemed to be controlling her reactions, to give Jillian little sign as to how close she was to an orgasm, trying to trick the woman into letting her have one without begging. The question was just how long she could hold the mask, as she soon started to squirm and writhe under the redhead... Jillian began to experiment again, slowing down every once in a while to see if she could draw a reaction out of Melanie. She still played it on the safe side, sure as hell not wanting to give her a release without having her beg for it. She would push her finger in deeper, slower, just trying to see if she could break that mask of Mel's and get her to show just how vulnerable she was. Damn if she wasn't putting up a hell of a fight though, this was why Jillian had picked her and she sure wasn't disappointing... Perhaps it was time to play a little dirtier...Jillian bit down somewhat harshly on Melanie's nipple, using the time where Mel was distracted to pull her finger out of Melanie's pussy and dip it back into the lotion bottle that she'd absentmindedly set off to the side. She pushed it back in, the lotion mixing in with her naturally accrued juices of arousal seamlessly... Surely this was going to get something out of her, right? She started to pump her finger out slower and more cautiously than ever, just watching and waiting to see how Melanie was going to react with this new added element. It would be perfect if she didn't even notice, but Jillian wasn't exactly banking on that. Melanie was no innocent little flower, and she'd proven herself to be pretty sharp. She could very well have the chance to notice the hint of foul play.Not that there was anything she could do about it. 54:22 Melanie resisted a good, decent while, her mask and facade putting enough caution on Jillian that...Well, the odds of her getting a surprise orgasm were slim, but neither was the woman building her up so quickly that she would risk breaking down and getting any time soon. However, the addition of the finger pushing into her wet, tight core did pull a gasp, and whimper from the girl, biting on her bottom lip a bit harder, her hips birefly, against her will, rocking against the finger."Cheater!" she gasped, then, when she felt a tingle caused by something other than the finger inside of her. By now, her chest was burning, her breathing heavy, desperate, as the first doze of the aphrodisiac had her lighting up. But she continued to hold her mask, resisting, not giving Jillian much to go by...She held out until the 45:13 mark."F-Fuuuuuuck..." she moaned out, as the aphrodisiac coating her insides flared to full potency, a long, loud moan coming from her mouth as her hips suddenly bucked against the hand, Mealnie coming to life underneath Jillian. "Y-You...won't win..." she whimpered out. Jillian whistled a bit, genuinely shocked by how hardy Melanie was turning out to be. She decided to change up her game a bit, maybe all she needed to rope her in was just a touch of honey with all this vinegar. She slid her body upwards more straight, her larger bust pushing down against Melanie's as she leaned in and began to kiss and suck on the outer edge of her ear. Her other hand reached up to run lovingly along her shoulder, nails dancing ever so gently across her skin while her lower hand just kept on plugging away, keeping it's routine up. "Melanie, darling... I think you're making one simple mistake here... Do you see me whipping you? Hurting you? No... I'm making you feel good, aren't I? Submitting to me, being my love slave, isn't quite as dreadful as you're making it out to be... Every day will be a little slice of heaven for you, a life if pleasure, of fulfillment... Why would you not want that for yourself?"Melanie was proving to be such a tough shell to crack, nobody had made it to 10 minutes before! It was hard. Very hard, to hold out. She was doing it though, even as her body was screaming for release. Every nerve was on fire, the wetness on her breasts from Jillian's mouth and tongue chilling her skin with even the lightest gust of air or breath. Her core was utterly drenched, Jillian's hand slick with her juices, as her moans were becoming louder and more frequent.And, damn the woman, the light kissing and nibbling at her neck and ear was enough toalmostpush her over the edge."Hnnng...If I want that...I can pick up...any girl I want...and not...become a slave..." she muttered, but it was clear she was on edge, the gentle touch putting her right on edge. But there were only a few minutes left... Jillian glanced over, glancing at the timer out of the corner of her eye... It was enough to make her nervous, even though she didn't dare show any signs of it... Shit, she was down to her last 2 minutes. She didn't know how, but Melanie was proving to be several times more durable than Jillian had anticipated... Maybe starting with Valerie was the right decision after all! She did her best to keep calm even as the timer hit 0:01:59, and she just kept on purring her sweet little nothings into the bound girl's ear. "Heh, but they can't do it the same way I can... Just give in, sweetie... A life of paradise awaits."Damn it, how toughwasthis girl? Was Jillian seriously going to let an opportunity like this slip through her fingers? "Hnn...They...can't?" the more experienced twin repeated, her façade of being collected and control of herself shattering then, Jillian's word seeping into her mind. She would be lying if she said this woman wasn't good...very good...Oh, damn it all, she wanted to cum! Whimpering, she squirmed and struggled weakly underneath Jillian, trying to press her body more into those hands, to try and get herself off.She was so close!But put right on the edge, the voice purring in her ear, and then those fingers pulling back...She finally broke."Fuck, let me cum! P-Please, I...I can't take it anymore!" Her body felt as though it were on fire, from the lotion used on her, that had stirred a fire that had never been sated. She was wetter than she had ever been, and sheneedsomething more than those damned fingers in her, as she tried to buck her hips against them, to try and pushed herself over the edge.But she had broken, and begged. Jillian won her little game, with only 00:05 remaining on the timer. Jillian looked at the clock as soon as Melanie caved in, her arms shivering a little bit as she worked the nerves out... She knew that Melanie was going to be a tough opponent between her experience and how much she had on the line here, but she never expected it to bethat fucking close!She should have made the time limit two hours, but she'd never even seen a girl make it beyond tenminutesin the past, how could she have prepared for something like this? It didn't matter though... She won, it was far closer than she had ever dreamed of, but she won. She did her best to let her unease fade away, and just allow the pure feeling of delight, victory, and satisfaction to take over instead. Without skipping a beat, and speaking in a low and dominating tone that masked her unease and her fears, she purred affectionately into Melanie's ear. "Good girl~" she would say, as she slowly began to pull her fingers away from Melanie's pussy. Now, what should your reward be? Hmm, I have an idea..."As she spoke she shifted around a bit, pulling down her panties from inside her dress. When she pressed her groin down against Mel's, the blonde would feel a long, thick bulge that the redhead had tactically hidden up until this point. She began to rub and grind her long, thick futa dick against the front of Melanie's crotch, tormenting her further as she raked both hands teasingly up and down the sides of her curvy stomach. "Repeat after me, sweetie. 'Mistress Jillian, please fuck me'." Sure, she'd won the battle and coaxed Melanie into being her slave in full... However, she'd have to be insane and naive to believe that this was all it took for her to win the war. She'd have a long path of breaking and training ahead of her before Melanie was a full on fuck toy, but that path began right here, right now.Humiliation, making her surrender her shame and submit to Jillian in exchange for pleasure. That was the first step. Melanie's eye widened in shock and horror after she heard what she said, and the beeping from the clock came just mere seconds later. No...No! Had she really caved so close to winning freedom for herself and her sister? A heavy pit of dread formed in her stomach, but it hardly did anything to dull the fire within her body. And now that she had said it, she trulyneededto cum, to have release, her body trembling with desire and arousal, hyper-sensitive to every touch..."N-No..." she whimpered almost cutely when the finger pulled away. She watched Jillian remove her pantie, but keep her dress on, the idea of being taken by a woman still clothed only further fueling the fire. A part of her desperately wanted to see Jillian's body in all its glory...But her eye widened in shock, again, when she felt a bulge pressing against her that she knew she shouldn't feel on another woman."Wh-What is...?" she whimpered, before moaning softly as hands teasing ran along her bare, flat stomach, each finger leaving a trail of burning pleasure in its wake. She refused to bed again, to repeat after Jillian...But she was desperate, and needed it so badly! Her eyes closed, a tear forming and threatening to fall down her cheek, her voice was soft when she spoke again, airy as usual...but desire and need and lust replacing her monotone. "Mis...Mistress...Jillian...p-please...fuck me..." Jillian sighed gently, reveling in the delight of her complete, total victory. It was hard to believe that just thirty seconds ago she was panicking and thinking that she was about to lose that challenge of hers for the first time. For now though, none of that mattered. The only thing that she had to care about was making sure that Melanie was rewarded for her defeat, that submitting to Jillian meant feeling good. No, not just good. Jillian had to make sure that Melanie was about to have the most explosive, powerful, pleasure filled orgasm that she'd ever experienced in her life. She slid her shaft down ever so slightly, angling the tip of her dick towards Melanie's entrance. "There we go... Good, good... And now, your reward~" she said with one last little loving purr, before she suddenly thrust her shaft forward, piercing right through Melanie's folds and hilting her dick in the younger woman's pussy with one single powerful thrust. She looked on, wondering if this would be enough to make her cum on it's own.Another interesting question that Melanie's body was about to answer was rather or not this was the girl's first dick... She was no amateur, but it was entirely possible that the blonde could only have been with girls up until now. She was resistant to Jillian's fingers, but how would she fare against this? Melanie gasped, eyes widening, her hair even parting and falling from in front of her face as the sudden jostle to her body to show both eyes, when Jillian suddenly thrust into her. And the woman was right, the girl had been so on edge that the feeling of some thing solargeandlongimpaling her pushed her over the edge. The girl was already tight around Jillian--yes, she had only been with girl before, though she enjoyed a good toy or strap-on occasionally. Nothing so filling as Jillian's futa dick, though...The girl was certainly tight and resistant to the sudden invasion, but with how wet and aroused she was, her body gave in fairly willingly, fitting Jillian like a glove. But her body soon arched on the bed, a powerful orgasm sweeping through her from the penetration alone, her walls clamping even tighter around Jillian. She gasped and whimpered, proving to be a silent girl when it came to climaxing."So...b-big..." she whimpered out, eyes closing, as she tried to push against Jillian's hips. One climax wasn't enough to sate the fire the redhead had set in her. "P-Please...mistress...fuck me..." she repeated again, desperation in her voice, not knowing why Jillian had only just penetrated her and stopped. Jillian had only paused for a moment in order to read her reaction, and learn how to further push her over the brink. However, she wasn't entirely prepared for just how incredibly tight the girl was going to be. She let out a sharp, heated breath as she lowered her body further onto Melanie's, both of her hands curling around and gripping the blonde's back tightly as she began to piston her hips back and forth. She began thrusting into Melanie at a vigorous pace, starting out of the gate hard and strong seeing as how there was no reason to hold back and ease Melanie into it. She was tight, almost sinfully so, but it seemed that she was seasoned enough to not feel any kind of pain or discomfort... At least not enough for it to overcome the pleasure she was drowning in.She had to make this euphoria. Unfortunately, giving Melanie the absolute best possible outcome was difficult given their current position... She hummed a little bit, considering her options before she reached up and liberated Melanie's wrists from their bonds. "Now, my lovely little plaything... Strip your mistress down." She hadn't thought far enough ahead to take off her clothes before getting started, but perhaps she could use this as a way to get her new slave more involved. The more pleasure Melanie felt from this, the more time she spent on cloud nine, the easier it would be to utterly crush her later down the line.Thankfully for Melanie, Jililan's outfit would be easy enough to shed even without the redhead breaking tempo more than a little bit. Her top had a zipper off to the side to make for easy removal, and her dress bottom would be all too easy to pull off to the side as with the release of a button as well. Melanie gasped and moaned softly as Jillian wasted no more time, lowering over her, hand grabbing along her back as she started to thrust in and out of her. There was pain, from being stretched so, but it was so greatly overridden by the pleasure of being used in such a way, her body being given what she so craved by her...mistress...that it was hardly noticed. She had never minded a bit of pain anyway, as in general, Melanie had always been a bit of a freak in the bed sheets...something her sister definitely didn't know about her.She blinked, though, when her hands were suddenly free, the limbs falling to the bed above her head. She hesitated, unsure what to do...Thankfully, there was a mistress there to instruct her pleasure-drunk mind.Her hands moved swiftly. Stroking over Jillian's body, feeling her firm form through the dress, she sought out the buttons and zippers that would let her do as instructed. There was some fumbling, it was hard to focus with the woman's dick thrusting so vigorously into her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust...But finally, it was off, and her hands eager clung to Jillian's bare form, pulling the woman down more onto her, as she pressed up into the woman, shifting to rub her breasts, her painfully hard nipples, against Jillain's own, the stimulation to her overly sensitive chest making her moan again. Jillian was delighted, proud of the fact that Melanie was so drunk off pleasure that she was basically obey every command that Jillian gave her. It wasn't a permanent solution by any means, but at least for the time being she would be docile. She reached down carefully, liberating Melanie's ankles from their restraints as well before she went back to tightly hugging the younger blonde girl and ramming into her with renewed force. She had absolute faith in the fact that Melanie was going to go along with it, returning just as much to Jillian as she was getting now that she was entirely freed from her restraints. "Mmmh~ Oh fuck~" she whimpered out, her pleasure magnified by the fact that a bit of residual lotion was actually soaking it's way into her dick while she kept on thrusting. The feeling of their breasts squeezing and mashing against one another only made things more intense, and coaxed Jillian into hugging her new slave harder with one arm while the other reached downwards.Eager to appreciate more of Melanie's body, and no longer really thinking strategically about what was best when it came to breaking/taming her, Jillian squeezed and teasingly smacked Melanie's ass with her free hand. "You feel amazing... Oooooh fuck..." She didn't say it aloud, at least not yet, but this was the best that Jillian had ever felt claiming her prey. Rather it was because Melanie had the right body for it, or because she had held out so long and actually put up a fight, remained a mystery... Maybe it was a mixture of both? The moment that her legs were free, Melanie was moving again. Not to escape, as a small, overridden part of her mind insisted and screamed for. No, instead, her legs wrapped around Jillian's body, trying to help the woman thrust harder, deeper, into her. One long, slender leg hooked around one of Jillian's, while both legs spread, to give her move room.All her mind knew at that moment was admitting Jillian was her mistress, doing as instructed, and begging for more gave her body all she craved, and more."Fu...Fuck..." she whimpered out, her hands moving from Jillian's back to the woman's head, burying themselves in her hair, pulling her head down into a hungry, needy kiss. It wasn't quite a master/pet dynamic, but she just needed as much of Jillian as she could get. It was in the kiss that her body tensed again, as her breasts rubbed and pressed tighter against Jillian's, that she hit a second orgasm, spurred on by the aphrodisiacs, her already tight passage clamping again on Jillian's dick, as the wet sounds of their lovemaking filled the room. "oooh god, fuck!" Jillian muttered at just how tight Melanie had gotten after the second climax. It didn't matter to her rather or not the master/pet dynamic was perfect just yet, that wasn't going to happen instantly. All she cared about instilling in Melanie right now was the fact that submitting to her, admitting that Jillian was her mistress, gave her a kind of pleasure that she could never hope to find anywhere else. She pushed back into the kiss with an overbearing, blazing passion as she began to ram and thrust into Mel's pussy harder than ever. Her dick was already starting to throb and pulse a bit, a tiny bit of precum leaking out as Jillian pushed Mel down against the bed more forcefully, and her breathing started to get more erratic. Melanie, who was doubtless experienced enough to see the signs when they showed up, would have all the information she needed short of direct verbal confirmation that Jillian was about to cum, and she had no intentions of pulling out.Blessedly, Jillian was still 99% woman, and as such lacked the proper reproductive organs for any complications to arise. However, seeing as how her case was a fairly uncommon one, would Melanie know that? Would she even care at this point? Mel's quiet moans and gasps were easily drowned out by Jillian's moans. She really was a quiet girl, at least in the throes of pleasure. Her reactions were best judged in how her body acted. The desperate, needy way she clung to Jillian, the hungry was she returned the kiss, until being pushed down on the bed and simply pistoned into by the redhead made such impossible...She could read all the signs of what was about to happen, and all she could whisper was, "Please, please please please....Ahhh!" She cried out, more of a reasonably loud whimper, when she felt Jillian bottom out in her, and the dick spasm.Her walls, still in the midst of her second orgasm, just milked Jillian for all she was worth. Melanie's head swam with the amounts of pleasure filling her body...and the feeling of being filled in general. Never had she felt this good before...How was Jillian this damed good? Jillian's endurance was at it's end, the woman slamming into Melanie one last time and fully hilting her dick in the blonde woman as she let out a cry of ecstasy. Hot, sticky ropes would pump into Melanie as Jillian bottomed out, her entire body going stiff as she started to pull backwards and simply relax. She panted and moaned, eyes going a touch hazy as she pulled Melanie forward into a gentle hold. She'd urge the blonde to rest her head against Jillian's chest, her breasts forming a cushion for the exhausted girl to relax against. Time would tell just how much more work Jillian had to do in order to fully break her down, but for now she just wanted to feel the simple warmth, and closeness, of holding one of her future slaves close.This was the beginning of something beautiful, Jillian knew for an absolute fact. She was going to work her ass off if it meant ensuring that this woman, and her sister a little bit later, never even considered trying to leave her. "Mmm... Good girl~" was all that she would mutter. One hand would hold Mel by the small of her back right above the curve of her ass, and the other would run and stroke gently through that long, wild hair of hers.She still had a bit of work to do with Mel, but the twin's time was approaching. Melanie whimpered as she felt Jillian pull out of her. Her mind was practically blank, with as much pleasure as she had been bombarded with. Squirming slightly, her juices mixed with Jillian's leaking out of her, she didn't resist as she was pulled up to cuddle with her...her mistress. Her breathing slowed, her breath playing across the tops of those soft breasts, as she snuggled into the warm body holding her.Shockingly, she spoke."Y-Yes...mistress..." she whimpered.Meanwhile...Valerie, with nothing else to do, had resorted to pacing her cell, occasionally yelling at the guard, and trying to find a way to free herself. Unfortunately for Valerie, her time being able to pace back and forth in the cell was about up. A guard would arrive, re-cuffing her and dragging her back to the office that she'd been in before, where she and Melanie met Jillian. However, this time she'd be going right through it, and led instead right through to the bedroom that Jillian had dragged Melanie into... And oh what a scene she was about to walk into. Melanie was tied to a chair, stark naked with the exception of a metal chastity belt secured around her waist. Jillian, meanwhile, would be waiting along one of the walls, having put on her top and her dress again after she got done 'arranging' Melanie. She looked towards the bound, naked twin for a brief moment before smirking darkly. "Remember the rules of the game, my dear..."While Valerie was being dragged in, Jillian had informed her that she was to sit there and watch while Jillian tormented Valerie, unable to pleasure herself in the meantime, while her twin got to have all the fun. The only time that she would be freed from the chair, and then eventually the chastity belt later down the line, was when she agreed to 'assist' with showing Valerie just how wonderful it was to submit to Jillian. She was going to hold off on the aphrodisiac this time, she wouldn't need it for Valerie... She was innocent enough that Jillian's raw talent enough, along with Melanie's help, would be enough to shatter her in half the time.She moved towards Valerie, wrapping an arm gently around her stomach as she leaned in and started to kiss and suck on her neck. "And hello to you as well... I've been looking forward to seeing you again~" Eyes flicked between both twins one after the other, Jillian wasdyingto see how they reacted to this. She could almost already script out all of Valerie's outrage, the anticipation for the freakout making her grin wickedly as her other hand reached up and gave a nice, full squeeze of her breast. "But...She's my sister..." Melanie protested weakly, before Valerie was brought into the room. Being tied to the chair was bad enough. She hated to admit it, but, she...missed, Jillian's touch. The way her...mistress...would hold her after she did a good job of pleasing her.But this...?"Melanie!" Valerie cried, spinning to face Jillian. But the woman was suddenly on her, groping her, kissing and licking her neck. Eyes widening in shock, she pushed, or tried to push, Jillian away. "What are you...!? Stop!? Release me!" But she gasped, whimpering, as her breast was grabbed, the sensitive flesh making her knees weak, forcing her to briefly slump against Jillian... Jillian hummed sweetly, wasting no time getting to work on Valerie as she used one hand to un-clip the bikini top that the more feisty twin was wearing, and the other to immediately resume breast molestation duties. What a win/win situation this was, not only was Jillian able to keep on feeling up a pretty nice pair of tits, which was a reward in it's own right, but that very deed was keeping Valerie from being able to mount a reasonable defense. Once her stripping hand was finished with Val's bikini top, she'd immediately push it in between Val's legs, her index finger stroking with slow, deliberate strokes along her outer petals. She leaned in, purring into Valerie's ear, speaking after a quick little nip on her earlobe. [color]"Release you? Oh, I'll give you a release alright~"[/color]She paused, cringing a little bit at her own atrocious play on words. Nevertheless she kept on rolling with it, not missing a beat as her finger began poking and prodding at Valerie's slit, the only thing stopping her from actually penetrating Val's slit was her still in-tact bikini bottom, which would grind and slide against the entirety of her lower regions with every stroke of Jillian's finger. "What do you think? Feels pretty good, doesn't it?" she taunted aloud. Though it would seem like she was attacking Valerie, those words were, in fact, directly aimed right at the bound up twin across the room. "You...You're sick..." Valerie whimpered, gasping though as her chest continued to be groped, and another hand slip to her core. She was still weakly trying to fight the redhead off...But if anything, her chest was more sensitive than her sister's, and her folds were already starting to get damp, her nipples hardening.Melanie, meanwhile, whimpered in the chair she was tied to, squirming, but said nothing...Finally, though, Valerie had a surge of strength, pushing Jillian back, stumbling a few steps back...but tripping over her own feet, and falling into Melanie's lap."What did you do to my sister! Just...untie her, and let us go!" Jillian was quite impressed by Val, finding the strength to move and push away despite the fact that she was so innocent, and getting the weakest part of her body exploited... Interesting... maybe Jillian had underestimated her, thinking that she would just fold over without putting up a struggle. It seemed that at least in this way, the two sisters shared a bit of common blood... Not that it mattered, of course. She'd defeated Melanie and broken her, and Valerie would be even easier. With that thought filling her head she walked towards the two sisters with a broad smirk across her features. "Oh don't you worry about her~. Right now you just need to focus on yourself." She'd reach down, wrapping an arm around Valerie's stomach and pinning down her arms as she started to run a hand up and down one of her thighs. For the time being, she'd leave her pinned against Melanie.That could coax the other twin into getting involved sooner... After all, in the rules of their little game, Jillian had made sure that Melanie had a sign she could give to the redheaded dommie for whenever she was ready to cave in and 'assist' in making her sister's first time as enjoyable as possible. "Just take it easy, and enjoy the ride. I promise you, you're going toloveit." she said with a small, sultry giggle. Even without aphrodisiacs, Jillian knew for absolutely certain that she was going to be able to rock Valerie's world.Especially if, when rather, Melanie got involved. Melanie's heart starting racing when Valerie fell in her lap. Feeling the exposed bits of her sister's skin against her own naked form sent a shiver down her spine. It was wrong! She was not supposed to feel such from her sister of all people! This plot of her mistress's was just cruel...and she was sure it was only being done because they were twins, and Jillian just wanted a mirrored pair pleasing her.But it was really hard not to see how beautiful her sister was...The firm tone of her body, from all of her training. The warmth of her skin...No! So for now, she resisted, refused to look at Jillian...Valerie, on the other hand, whimpered as a hand trailed up and down her thighs, another arm around her stomach. She tried to struggle and get away again, but now she was worried about hurting Melanie, and it tempered her movements."N-No! You...You're...going to rape us..." she whimpered, as she started to squirm. She was a virgin, and her body completely unused to these sensations. But she was already starting to form a damp spot in her panties..."Please, don't do this..." Jillian giggled a little bit at Valerie's wording, her roaming hand dipping in between the woman's legs to stroke teasingly up and down that damp little spot in her panties. It was a hassle that she had to dedicate one of her arms to pinning Valerie down, but that was a price that she was willing to pay to keep Val unbound and able to move around. Besides, looking into Melanie's eye it was only going to be a matter of time before the other girl caved in and got her own hands into the fray. Jillian was already having wicked thoughts about it, and at this point she was just holding off for the inevitable. "And what exactly are you going to do to stop me, my dear?" She pushed her finger aggressively into Valerie's pussy, teasing her outer petals with small jabbing motions, her fingers so close to penetrating from the outside of Val's bikini. "Besides, I promise that you won't be singing that tune for very long. Once I show you just how good you can feel~"If nothing else, Jillian was hoping that Melanie would start trying to justify getting involved through just making Valerie's first time as enjoyable as possible. After all, talented as Jillian was, the two of them working together would get so much more done. "Just try to relax, okay? I promise, I'm going to make this as enjoyable as possible for you." Valerie squirmed and whispered as a hand slowly, so slowly, stroked her through her panties. If she ever got out of here, she would never again wear something so showing...Biting her lip to try and fight the pleasures she didn't want to feel, she had no idea the effect she was having on her sister. How her squirming was inadvertently rubbing her back against Melanie's chest, the incredibly sensitive breasts making the bound and naked twin whimper.Her sister was still fighting though, even as she was fingered through her panties...It could be so much better for her though...Melania would try and make eye contact with Jillian, her resolve breaking, as she said something through the gag. She wanted freed, she would help...Meanwhile, Valerie was clueless as to what was about to happen to her, she her feet tried to come up and kick Jillian away. In her panic, though, she did nothing more than make her squirms even more ineffective, while Jillan's efforts were rewarded with an ever-growing larger wet spot, until her panties were nearly soaked, moans coming despite the teeth on her lip."J-Just stop...Please..." Jillian's sharp gaze snapped towards Melanie, a wide grin spreading across her lips as she looked at that crushed, defeated look in the woman's eye. Good, so she was indeed willing to help then... The redhead could hardly contain her anticipation, her desire to watch and enjoy the show that was about to unfold. "Stop? Valerie, darling... That's thelastthing I want to do..." One of her hands would pull away from Valerie, instead reaching behind Melanie's arms and tugging the knot in her ropes free. The bonds would collapse down onto her lap, liberating her from the chair while Jillian just took Valerie away and dragged her back towards the bed. "In fact... I think it's about time we really got going."Pleasure, a life of pure bliss and satisfaction. That was what she'd promised Melanie when she broke the more stalwart woman, it was what she'd promised she would give Valerie before binding Mel to the chair, so now all she had to do was follow through, do what she did best, and both girls would be hers. Defeated? Melanie's look wasn't so much defeated as it was desire, need, and blissful resignation. The redhead had definitely put a lot of time and effort in convincing the more experienced twin just what all the benefits of giving in were, and it was really hard to argue against her and that beast between her legs. It wasn't like they would be abused and tortured or anything...So why not enjoy as much pleasure as they would have?Valerie missed the unspoken exchange between her sister and Jillain, though, and the bindings being dropped. All she was focused on was the hands dragging her towards the bed while she stumbled along, trying to fight and pull back."N-No!" she continued to protest. But further words were cut off, when a body was pressing into her back. Hands wrapped around her, cupping her breasts, the touch knowing just how to handle her to make her knees give out. With a whimper and a moan, she was trapped between Jillian and her sister, as Melanie started to kiss and nibble at her neck. "M-Mel? What...? N-No..." A wide, cruel grin spread across the redhead's lips when she saw Melanie get to work, touching and kissing in all the right places to drive her sister wild. "Hehehe... She understands, you know... She gets it." would be all Jillian would say as she kept an arm snug around Valerie's waist, and pulled the remaining twin backwards until they were reclining backwards onto the bed. Jillian was just fine staying on bottom for now, sandwiching Valerie between the domineering redhead herself, as well as her own captive, mentally broken sister. She would allow Melanie to touch and caress all of her vulgar zones, and instead use her free hand to reach all the way around so that she could give encouraging squeezes and pats to her tight little ass. "So why don't you just take it easy, and let us show you a good time?" She added a seductive little purr to her voice at the end there, a bulge already brewing in her dress. Unable to hide it any longer, she would start to deliberately rub and grind her growing hardness up against Valerie's backside.This was the part she always looked forward to the most, the moment that her resistance met in a full head on collision with the pleasure she was no doubt feeling. There was no mistake or confusion about it, Valerie now knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was about to get fucked. That fear, and her desire to protect her innocence, was about to crash beautifully into all the built up lewd desire built up. This was the moment that she lived for, and she was eager to drink up Valerie's reaction. Neither sister said anything. Because there was nothing to really say. Melanie wanted more of the pleasures that had been given to her earlier. It was just too good to turn her back on now. And Valerie was simply too shocked to do anything about what happened. Her own sister, helping this...this...monster, rape her. There had to be something she could do to get free, to save them, but--"P-Please, no..." she begged, voice cracked, betraying the growing pleasure building in her. Her struggling stopped to be so much like struggling, as it was...moving along with the touches. Melanie's hands were skilled, knowing just how to tease her incredibly sensitive breasts, until her nipples were hard and prominently sticking out. Jillian's hands on her firm behind at the same time only added more, and...What was that bulge rubbing against her!?Against her will, her cute little backside pressed back against that bulge."N-No..." she whimpered, but further protests were silence when Melanie kissed her, claiming her lips hungrily, passionately. Pinches to her nipples made her squeal and jump, and any hands drifting between her legs would find her quite, quite wet, for the virgin she was. And then the collapse Jillian was waiting for happened, as Valerie's tense, fighting body just...gave in. She moaned loudly into the kiss, even as she shuddered in shame, but she stopped fighting, giving in to let her body be used how it was inevitably going to be used. Jillian once again zipped down her pants, reluctantly peeling her hands off of Valerie's as she wiggled her way out of those jeans of hers. When Valerie finally broke down and stopped fighting, she would feel that thick, already hardened cock head pushing against her folds. Valerie was the virgin of the two, and the idea of stealing that purity away from her while her own sister pinned her down and made love to her caused the redhead's pulse to quicken. The excitement that she felt in this exact moment was beyond compare. She began to push forward, the tip of her dick starting to push apart Valerie's petals slowly as she let out a sweet little coo. "Just relax, sweetie... It's going to be a little painful at first , but trust me, you're going to love it~"She'd keep it slow and gentle, inch after painstaking inch pushing deeper into the more innocent sister's folds. She didn't consider herself an honorable or considerate woman at all, but for Valerie's sake, and the sake of making Melanie just a little bit happier (even if it was only in the back of her mind and not really considered at the time), she would keep it very slow and gentle for her first time. She had no doubt that Val was just as hardy as her sister, and that with a little bit of time and dedication she could easily take as much abuse.Well, 'abuse', Jillian would never even dream of mistreating her favorite twins. Valerie whimpered when she felt the thick, throbbing head of the Rocket boss's cock pressing against her lower lips. Her face flushed with embarrassment and shame, and fear about what would happen next. And when she felt it start to push into her, her virgin pussy almost painfully tight around the thickness about to violate her, she just whimpered."N-No..." she whispered, feeling it slowly slip inside of her. But she could do nothing, pinned as she was between the redheaded futa and her own sister. Melanie, knowing how the felt, groaned in need. Her hands continued to play with Valerie's chest, lips kissing and nibbling on her neck."Just give in, sis...It feels so good, doesn't it?" she purred into her ear. But Valerie couldn't respond, even as her walls tightened on Jillian's cock, her barrier torn naturally long ago, but still...she was tight, especially for someone like Jillian. Jillian whimpered and groaned, unable to stop herself from letting out a delighted coo when she felt just how hard Val was. Melanie was acting perfectly, the broken girl acting like the most loyal slave a criminal mastermind could ask for as she kept on molesting her sister, goading her into thinking about how good it felt. "Remember to relax, sweetheart. Before you know it, you'll be begging for more. She would begin to pump in and out slowly, gently rolling her cock about halfway out of Valerie's folds before pushing it back in with aggressive thrusts. Her hands no longer pinned down Valerie's arms, she'd leave them open so that she could instead reach back and start to grope, squeeze, and spank Melanie's rear end. She realized that she was going to need to give the already enslaved sister at least some kind of reward for all of her hard work, just to keep her invested and stop her from thinking *too* hard about what she was doing.She just had to drown the two of them out in even more pleasure, at least until Valerie broke as well. Once both of the sisters were shattered, there was nothing stopping her from claiming them, ALL of them, for herself. Their past lives were forfeit, the only thing that mattered was their devotion, their love, for her. Valerie just whined in protest. How could she relax in a moment like this? She was being raped! It was impossible that...that...The whine was followed by a whimper as Jillian started to pump slowly in and out of her. The girl's virgin tunnel was stretched around the length and girth of the woman's cock, gripping it tight. It was painful, but, not for long...And between Melanie's constant attention on her breasts, sensitive as they were, and everything leading up to this, she was ashamedly wet enough to take it all."Ah...Ahhhh..." Valerie moaned out as the thrusts started to become more aggressive. If Melanie's hands weren't on her breasts they would have started to bounce with the movements, as her knees ended up squeezing a bit against Jillian's hips, from where she was straddling her. She didn't remember when she was pulled onto the bed, onto the Rocket member's lap, with Melanie pressed up right behind her. But, hearing her sister gasp and moan softly as Jillian's hands groped her ass, making her shift and start to grind herself a bit against Jillian's leg..."Just give in, sis...It feels so good, doesn't it? In, out, stretching your tight pussy...You love it, I know you do, you're just as much of a whore as me...Or, you will be..." Melanie purred into her twin's ear, nibbling on her earlobe. But, flushed with embarrassment, Valerie's body was agreeing, as she moaned a bit louder, her hips starting to push down against Jillian's cocks whenever she thrust up, as if asking for more. The Rocket had definitely scored big with this one...Two, gorgeous twins that were almost too easy to break, and both shaping up to be the best girls she would ever have in her bed... Jillian whimpered and groaned, unable to hold back her pleasure as Valerie started to roll backwards into her lap. She couldn't help but congratulate herself, acknowledging how brilliant it was to go for Melanie first. Not only was Mel the harder of the two to break, but having her shattered and ready to help break her sister down as well caused the more innocent Valerie to stand no chance whatsoever. On the flip side, had Jillian started with Val first, attempting to use her on Melanie could very well have backfired, as the more seasoned and jaded girl would have been more prone to putting up a fight. For the time being though, all she could think about was just how incredible Valerie's pussy was, and how much she loved thrusting her cock in as deep as it would go, over and over again.Eventually she got started with the dirty talking again, her dick starting to tremble and pulse a bit as the redhead started to slowly creep towards release. She would hold out though, there was no possible way in hell that she was going to cum before her new slave. "Oh my god... fuck... You feel incredible, Valerie... Mmmhh~" she moaned hungrily. Perhaps just hearing the sounds of Jillian enjoying her, appreciating her, would be enough to push Valerie over the edge? It was hardly love, but then again, was Val really looking for love, deep in her heart? Or would Jillian's twisted version of it be good enough?Even though Jillian hadn't even considered it, perhaps just being admired, valued, was enough to push her down the dark road? Deep down, Valerie did want, someday, to find love. A true, happy, romantic kind of love. Someone she cared for, and cared for her in return. Enough so that they mutually wanted to spend the rest of their lives together...while Valerie doted on them. So, maybe it wouldn't be perfect. Her parents had left her with affection issues. She just wanted, so badly, to be wanted. To be appreciated. So, Jillian's words truly did drive the feelings going through the girl to newer heights.She had no idea what Jillian was offering, eventually. To Valerie she assumed she was just going to be some sex slave...A piece of meat to be used and discarded at leisure. What might be coming for her, as time would pass, may not be what she dreamed of...But a darker, twisted love was still love all the same."Ahhh! I...I..." Valerie started to cry out, her moans getting louder. Jillian wouldn't have to wait much longer for the girl. She wasn't her sister, after all, she had no resistance to this kind of pleasure. She was also, opposite her twin, much, much more vocal as she grew louder. Finally, all but screaming, her whole body tensed up. Her passage clamed down hard on Jillian's cock, squeezing it tightly, as the girl came. And hard... Jillian's teeth were gritting, and truth be told it was somewhat hard for her to remain cool and assertive when it came to pleasure like this. When she felt the brunette's body tense up, and those juices come spurting out against her cock, the redhead let out a heated gasp as her product came surging forth, spurting into Valerie with hot, sticky ropes before Jillian pulled out and relaxed against the bed. She doubted that Valerie was going to be completely, perfectly broken after so short a time, but this had been an incredible start. Melanie was already shattered, and she had been far and away the more difficult of the two... And yet, maybe there was a chance that Valerie would prove to be more resistant, just because of how much more innocent she was? It certainly seemed possible...Not that it mattered. Nobody was going to be coming in to rescue these two, so both of them would be broken, and both of them would be good girls well before anybody from the outside world saw them again. For now she would just run her hand lovingly through Valerie's soft, smooth hair, trying to be at least a little bit gentle with her new plaything. From what little she'd been able to figure out about the two, Valerie did seem like she would be a bit more susceptible to honey, as opposed to vinegar. "Good girl~" she purred, kissing and nipping at the nape of Valerie's neck. "So, how was it?" Valerie moaned and whimpered, her sounds of pleasure filling the room as she felt Jillian's hot seed shooting into her. Her entire body trembled, every muscle tightened as orgasmic pleasure filled her mind. It created a huge conflict within her...She hated what had just happened, but, she had never felt something so good before...Gasping as the redhead pulled out of her, she fell against the woman, breasts pressing into Jillain's still covered chest, trapping Melaine's hands between them. Still stuck there, pinned between her twin and her captor, she needed several moments just to breath and focus herself.She trembled lightly, still, even as a hand brushed through her hair, and she felt gentle kisses and nips along her neck. She tired to turn her head away, to deny the tender flesh to Jillian, but...Well, there was little she could do."You...had your fun..." she whimpered softly, even if her pleasure was still audible in her voice. "Let us go now--Ahh..."Her protest and demand, the girl still not broken, was cut off as her sister pinched her nipples. Melanie would look over Valerie's shoulder, leaning in closer to try and kiss Jillian. It seemed Valerie would require a bit more work than her sister did...or, at least, a different kind of work considering how close Melanie had come to escaping as well.

Rockets Blasting Off Again (SargentTougie and AceFlyer)