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Katherine was still curled up on her seat as an arrow shot through the doorway landing right by Peter's foot. It was a good thing that the men had bad aim as otherwise this could have become a much dangerous situation. As it was Katherine was panicked and felt frozen in place when the large man pushes into the carriage only to be dispatched by Peter before he could even finish what it was that he was going to say. But he had said enough. Now Katherine knew that the men were not after Peter, but after her. It would seem that they wanted to kill her, that they viewed her as evil. And that alone made her feel sick to her stomach.

It was only because Peter grabbed and pulled her that she managed to get to her feet long enough to exit the carriage on the other side so that it would form a shield protecting her. While he moved to the other side, she stands there for a moment only to slide down so that she is sitting on the ground with wide open eyes and some blood from the man dripping down her face. It was only a small amount thankfully yet still enough to have her feel the need to get clean sooner rather then later.

A hand held out, she looks up at him and shakes her head. What she had witnessed shocked her and made her wonder if he was telling the truth about her parents. Try as she might to force words out, all that came were sobs as tears poured down her cheeks, cutting trails through the blood. "W... why?" was all she managed to get out, still sitting there, hugging her legs to her chest.

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Peter sighed softly, as he rubbed his forehead. "Katherine, it was a very nicely timed attack, I'll admit. It's almost like they heard our conversation! I don't want to sway you, at all. I gave you the facts, as unbiased as possible. I'll let you digest it, and come to your own conclusions." Peter assures her, seeing as she begins to cry and he sighs softly. Lifting her up like a child and bringing her back into the carriage, he tapped on the side of it to let Edward know they are still continuing on.

"Really sir...?" Edwards called back out. Peter sit down on the bench and lets her sit in his lap, holding her head against his shoulder as he holds her close.

"Of course! I have a beautiful Princess that needs to wash off, you think I'd miss that opportunity?" He teased the man ad he kissed the top of her head and rubbed her shoulder softly. "We'll get you nice and clean, we can enjoy the lake and the waterfall as long as you'd like before we head back. I'd hate to almost get killed for nothing..." he assured her as he rocked her gently. And the carriage was back on route.

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While Katherine was admittedly still shaken up and still processing what had happened, she knew one thing for certain. Peter had saved her life, staged or not. If it wasn't for him she would likely be quite dead and the fact that she was still breathing was something she was rather thankful for. Lifted up into his arms she leans into him, all but clinging to him as she was brought back into the carriage. Katherine thought that he might set her down on the seat. Much to her surprise he instead held onto her, rubbing her shoulder and kissing the top of her head.

Her parents had loved her, she knew that. But they never showed affection physically outside of the occasional hug. And even then it had always felt like it was more for show then anything else. So to have someone willing to hold her after such a traumatic event was odd, yet soothing. "I do want to get clean." She says softly, almost hiding her face against his chest while her fingers clutch at his shirt. "I... I don't have a wash rag though, and I don't have the proper underthings to keep from exposing myself if I was to dip in the water. Is there somewhere at least private where we are going that I'll be able to bath in?"

Even though she had not been allowed to leave the castle there had been a pond that she had learned to swim in so she wasn't worried about drowning. She was simply worried about others trying to peek in as she cleaned herself.

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One hand gently caressed her back as the other ran up and down her thigh. Strong digits gently caressing her soft skin as he planted another kiss on her head. "It'll just be us two. Edward will watch over the carriage. It's a private area, but nowhere you could hide from me really." Peter said with a soft chuckle as he pat her back softly. "Don't worry, love, I'll keep you safe."

When the carriage stopped, Peter slowly stood and got out of it, heading to the front as he held her still like a child. Waving to Edward, he walked down a thin pathway, and into the brush of the forest. After a few hundred yards, he reached a clearing of a soft meadow, that turned into a small, cute lake with a waterfall on the other end coming from a river. Peter slowly set her down, and begans to strip.

Tugging his shirt over his head revealed his strong, toned muscles. A soft hair on his chest and down his abs, leading to him removing his pants. His fat, meaty mass flopped out slowly. The thick beef slowly swinging side to side, a deep, masculine scent filled the air around him as the thick mass ached slowly. He stretched his nude body out, rolling his shoulders as he sighed softly. "Ready?"

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Katherine was uncertain what to think about the fact that it would be the two of them and that she wouldn't be able to hide from Peter as to bathe in private. But surely he would not do anything untoward towards her. Or so she could hope. "Well, as long as you promise to keep me safe..." It had seemed like there were only three men that had been after her. Admittedly she was worried that there might be more lurking around. Perhaps there had been more, but when they saw what happened to the other three they decided to leave before they suffered the same fate.

Held in his arms she holds onto him as he stands once more to make sure that he would not drop her by accident. A bit longer of that and she finds that they were at a lake with a beautiful waterfall on the other end meaning that the water was fresh that they would be bathing in. While he stripped she turned around and took off her gown, suddenly thankful that she was not in one of her more elaborate ones that she would need help getting in and out of.

Naked she turns to Peter, her cheeks turning bright red at seeing his meaty mass swinging side to side as he stretches. "As... as ready as I am going to be..." She squeaks out, still bright red as she realized that he was now seeing her fully naked. Her breasts were full and perky, though her nipples were hardened thanks to the cool breeze that was rolling through. "The water isn't too deep, is it?"


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Elizabeth would thread her fingers through his own, clasping his palm to hers---and feeling, for the first time in centuries, that powerful rush of warmth and heat and life. It was astonishing to her, the difference... she had forgotten what it was like having lived in the darkness of this limbo for so long. Once dead, time was not the same---it didn't ebb and flow---but seemed like one long, continuous, loop. And the breaking of that grim dark cycle was the powerful sensation that she heartily embraced now.

"Hand it to me, please..." she whispered, her other hand lifting from her side---though it shook visibly---while reaching for the dark brown glass neck of the bourbon bottle. "I want to try..."

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Their fingers entwined and, as expected, the woman somehow became more cohesive. More human-like. To Shafer, it was like seeing a reflection on a shimmering lake resolve into a solid flesh-and-blood figure. The shift still startled the man, though less acutely this time.

I'm getting used to it, he thought, handing over the bottle. All this weirdness. I mean, shit---I've just found out there's life after death, and all I want to do is have another drink. "Bottoms up," he said drolly, before remembering how long she'd lingered here. "That's, uh... that's a modern expression. It means... enjoy yourself, I guess."

Shafer mused further on the woman's longevity---if such a word applied, given her circumstances. "You know much about the outside world?" he asked, gesturing at a night-blackened window. "'Cause, uh... a lot of history's happened since you were last---" Alive, he wanted to say, even though it sounded strangely... wrong. Like an insult, almost.

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Elizabeth's figure lingered by him, her hand threaded through is own with a strange sort of intimacy. Not one developed over time, but more out of necessity. But she found that she enjoyed the feeling of skin against her palm once more, or the warmth that radiated through her hand. It had been so long since she'd felt warmth, comfort... it was hard not to cling and just focus on that heady sensation. And the closer to him she got, the stronger the sensation became...

With her other hand, though it visibly trembled, she reached for the thick brown glass bottle; wrapping her dainty hand around the stiff neck as she sloshed its contents experimentally with a scrutinizing glance. She heard his explanation of the term, as she glanced at the glass with a bit of a narrowing in her eyes... her petal pink lips pursing as she let her brows knot above her gaze. Her shoulders lifted and fell with the ghost of a breath, "Bottoms up then," ...as she brought the thick bottle to her lips and tipped the contents down the back of her throat.

She didn't know what she expected, but---evidently---it wasn't that, as the strong spirits doused down her throat; causing a burn to spread over her chest which eventually turned into a bit of a coughing fit... as she gasped and wheezed with her eyes large and glassy. "Oh crackers..." she gasped, her eyes seeming that they may have watered, though the sight of tears never did fully manifest. Her voice was thick, giving a bit of a smack of her lips as she gave a few panting breaths before moving to hand the bottle back; her hand swiping over her mouth as she continued to give a few little sounds of discomfort.

"What in the bloody Hell is that stuff!?" she coughed, blinking at him with half shock---half humor. It took her a moment for his question to register, as she gave another breath and lifted her gaze to take his in steadily, shaking off the strangeness as she nervously ran her hand against the back of her neck. "Not much I'm afraid. It's not like there's a paper service around for the dead." She gave a smile, it was weak---anxious---but genuine in its expression and still very soft, kind... with a sort of winsomeness that had long left the world for ages in the past. "Most... most of them that come here... aren't able to see me... or talk to me... quite like you do."

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Astonishingly, Shafer found himself nearly laughing at the woman's response to the drink. "Come on," he chided, over a broad, unfaltering smile. "They must've had whiskey back in... when was it? Revolutionary times?" Retrieving the bottle, he took another slug and turned his grin on the label. "Crackers..." he mused, the smile becoming lopsided. "I like that: crackers."

Be it due to either the booze or the slapstick of Elizabeth's surprise---or both---Shafer's discomfiture faded further. He returned the bottle to the table and eased back into the chair, his demeanor now relaxed rather than restive. "Anyway... yeah, history," he continued. "There's a ton to cover. Two world wars. Seriously. We won 'em both, by the way. Put a man on the moon too. Well, a couple of them---men I mean, not moons. Funny..."

He paused for a moment. "All of this shi- this stuff happened before I was born. Long before, in the case of the wars. To me, most of it's ancient history. Jesus..." Shafer clasped the woman's hand a little tighter, realizing---at the same time---that he'd kept hold of it throughout.

"Look, uh..." He glanced nervously at the empty stretch of couch beside him. "If you wanna sit down, that's, uh---that's okay." As polite offers went, fewer were more innocuous. Consequently, the man could only wonder why it felt closer to some drab impropriety---like a pickup line, for instance---than an honest gesture.

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At first Elizabeth responded to his humor regarding her response, feeling the heat bloom in her cheeks... a sensation she hadn't know in more ages than she could fathom. It felt good though; light---even as she chided him playfully, "A lady doesn't imbibe, Sir... it's not proper... besides, mother always said that it was the devil's drink... and only very naughty ladies would ever dare," Suddenly, her expression turned to one of abject shock as her free hand came to her lips with a little gasp, whispering guiltily, "You don't think that this means I'm wicked do you?"

She waited for his answer a moment, but she drifted into amicable silence as she listened to his explanation of history and the world around them with rapt fascination; drawing near unintentionally as though drifting on a slow current. By the point he extended the offer for her to sit, having felt his hand press against hers and give a bit of a familiar squeeze... she wasn't quite sure that her knees would hold her for much longer, anyways; as her hips descended---and met---the couch seat beside him. And only after settling did she realize that her thigh seemed to be brushing against his... the color quickly suffusing her face as she blushed again.

"Most of what I knew is lost," she sighed, her head glancing down at their conjoined hands, "It's part of what happens... this house, it drains you: your emotions, your feelings, your loves, desires, and passions... until it takes your memories... leaving you with nothing but... darkness, cold... emptiness..." her voice dipped again, actually drawing closer to him with her physical response to the topic. Fear bled throughout her spirit and it had been so long since she'd tasted its bitter draught. It was enough to pull her closer to him as she fought the overwhelming sense of the maw of oblivion opening at her back (metaphorically).


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Elizabeth's fingers wove between Alex's as she held his hand and settled in against him; her frame was feather-light but tangible in his arms. She was slight in the cradle of his embrace, but her figure pressed against his side solidly, as she looked up at him with a slow winsome smile curving her lush lips. Where her heart once beat she felt a slight faint warmth, like the sun---radiating outwards... though not unpleasantly. It gave her a moment's pause before shook out of her thought, responding to his gracious comment. "I must say that it is nice that you see me... that I am not alone. There must be something of you that makes you sensitive to the world beyond... because not everyone who walks beyond these walls can view me as you do."

Elizabeth shifted against him, propping herself against the bed so she could hold his gaze, though she was hovering above it rather than using it as any actual support. "Then you were not meant to die tonight! See, there is a reason for your life, a purpose... and perhaps you will find it during the time that you are here. Your life doesn't have to end with no meaning. Maybe you can even fight the pull of the house. We could save you, find a way to free you from the curse." She breathed, her face suddenly falling, "Then you could leave here." The warmth that radiated in her breast faded, replaced by a strange sensation of... it reminded her of sadness. Was she actually feeling sadness again...? After all these years.

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Alex was quick to correct her. "Well, as much as I'd like to leave this nightmare mansion, not only have you made it seem like I can't... but also, I basically just put down the last of my savings on a down payment for this house, so I can't even really afford to get away from here. You know, you never hear about that in the ghost TV shows. Like, the family put down $40k on this haunted-ass house and suddenly the broker is nowhere to be seen? Please... Actually, that's a good idea. I should really call that guy tomorrow..."

He was distracted when she started to float, but not only that, she also was only inches away from his face by now. Elizabeth's visage was frightening, but the more he looked at her, the more she looked like she was wearing Halloween makeup rather than being some ghastly, demented revenant thirsting for his soul. Her kind words could have been a ploy in that regard, he thought, but at this point, what was there left for him to even lose?

"If you think there's a way..." he said, surprised as he found himself suddenly yawning. "Then it's worth a try. Sorry, I'm feeling rather tired all of a sudden..."

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Elizabeth brushed a strand of his hair and tucked it behind his ear---her fingers fluttering against his skin like the wings of a butterfly. Her features shifted---again melding into the visage of a young woman... as the blood and gore of her death faded into her skin like the vanishing of a bruise. Her slender finger tracked down his throat before stopping with a whispering sigh. "I would miss you if you were to leave..." she began, before hearing his words on sleep---her physical self still pressed against his side as she wrapped about him beneath their conjoined blanket.

Again she looked at him, those eyes a soft sky blue as her body practically hummed with sensation, tripping down her spine in waves of heat; warm... radiant... heat. The sensation of feeling made her groan, her lids fluttering against her eyes as she bit at her bottom lip with a whisper of sound. She hadn't felt something of its like for longer than she could remember. It was a powerful sensation. It caused a quiver in her belly that she couldn't quite place---like the distant echo of a quiet heartbeat. As though from some long distant memory, her voice quivered softly, "I've only ever lain in bed with one other man, before..." her hand hovered against his chest---feeling his human heart. "I was married... for less than a day. That night... before we consummated our marriage; I died."

She looked at Alex, peering into his face as though to read his thoughts. "You were married, too. And yet here you are. Maybe... maybe there's a reason," again she ducked her head against him, her fingertips feeling the thrum of his heart against her touch. "I feel like I should know you... but we've never met before. Maybe you're here to free me from this prison. But am worrying that the house is tormenting me---when really you're here to hurt me too. Because I feel... I'm starting to feel... again. It's small, like a spark. And I'm afraid if you go, it will end too."

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For a second, just one little passing second, Alex had forgotten Elizabeth was a ghost. She was friendly, kind, caring... affectionate, too. Her little touches felt like the kiss of mist in the morning upon his skin, strange, yet clarifying. The scars of her past were beginning to fade away as they grew more comfortable together, as Alex took note of her increasingly human appearance. The question grew a little clearer in his mind as well, despite the strange fog her touch was beginning to elicit: what was happening right now, exactly? Thankfully, the mention of the details of her death woke him from the increasing stupor, as he realized something about the ghost.

"God... but you have to be so young," he said, turning to look at her incredulously. "Well, I mean, when you died you were young. Maybe we have some things in common... though my former spouse is still very much alive. Unfortunately. I... well, you're going to make me feel old, although maybe I'm assuming too much about your age. I'm 32... and I bet your parents, were they still alive, would probably take some issue with you lying in bed with me like this, wouldn't they?" He asked, thinking of the time period she might have come from, where arranged marriages were still common. "Well, don't fret; I'm not here to ruin your ghostly innocence or anything."

In truth, he meant what he said, even if the touch of a woman as young-looking and beautiful as Elizabeth was, despite being a ghost, was enticing now that he had gone so long without a loving touch such as hers. And even if her 'skin' was strangely smooth. Was she even really a ghost? "That is, uh..." he said, suddenly feeling sheepish. "How old were you, anyway? When you died, I mean..."

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Elizabeth smiled, her visage soft and amiable... nonpulsed by his seeming discomfiture. "I was a married woman. I turned 18 summers the night before my wedding. At our rehearsal dinner, we had cake to celebrate. The next day I was married," her voice drew quieter, her hand brushing over his jawline absently as she quietly recalled those moments so long ago. Her fingers tripped down his throat, over his chest... her hand once more laying over his heart and feeling his warm, living beat.

"That same night... we had a reception; dinner and dancing. But at some point my husband went missing... so I decided to go and look for him. And I found him, in our marriage bed... and with another woman. But what was even worse was that the woman was his sister. They couldn't let me tell anyone... and we were already married, so---technically---the dowery was his. All they had to worry about was keeping me silent." Her hand drifted down his stomach, laying against him as her voice drifted around him like a sighing whisper.

"So they staged my suicide. They even left a suicide note, claiming that I had cheated on my new husband---and had killed myself in guilt for what I had done. I was interred with dishonor, soiling my family name and leaving me disgraced... a defiler, a cheat, and a whore."

She laughed bitterly for a moment, but the pain didn't quite resonate the same as it once did---it was almost as though that had been another lifetime ago. Another girl. Because in her here and now... she was lying in bed with a man, not her husband... and was at peace. He felt good against her. And his nearness seemed to be awakening something in her that she'd long believed dormant. "I died that night. Broken and alone. I never even consummated my marriage... dying as a virgin forever."


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"Touch my back for anything other than my shoulder, and you can lose that hand." Scoffing at him as she worked through the food without care for its preparation, Eden eyed him curiously. Strange man, this one. Still, he was feeding her, and she greedily took each piece in turn and devoured it without pause. There was no certainty to when she would eat next, and filling her belly would help to keep her strength up, help her body to try and heal.

"That stinks." She wrinkled her nose at the smell of the water, but managed to undress despite the chain keeping her captive. A quiet huff sounded as she slipped into the water, raising an eyebrow at him as she pulled her hair to one side to assure her bandaged shoulder would stay dry. "Asshole." Grunting as she washed herself slowly, the movements were awkward with her injury and only served to irritate her more.

"Stop staring at my tits and give me the damn shampoo, please. Or at least a brush before you end up having to cut all of this off." That was an abhorrent thought, but a possibility if he refused to give her something to work out the tangles. She'd managed to wash off most of her body and dunk her head down to get her hair wet, the mass held in one hand as she held the other out expectantly. "You need me presentable for whoever buys me, right? I won't look very appealing bald."

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Griff continued to keep an eye on the lycan as she bathed, partly just to be wary, but partly just daydreaming. He was itching for a cigarette. He always smoked when he was nervous or tense, but anything to keep Eden less tense than she already was. He could always light one up the moment he stepped out of the barn to head home.

As he gazed at his captive, he pondered if she'd ever calm down enough for them to have a conversation. He wasn't sure. This one seemed more highstrung than most that came his way, but he could hardly blame them for it. Instead, he simply continued to watch, his eyes roaming her body. She was beautiful, just as he had thought when Lloyd had sent her his file, and just as he had saw in that cursory check when Lloyd handed her over to him. She was strong too, rippling muscles down her back, well-defined arms and abs. In spite of himself, Griff found himself getting aroused. Few women wanted to date a lycan intermediary like him. Their death rates were high. And even fewer still wanted to live out in a farmhouse far outside the city.

He grunted as he stood up. A well-trained sharp eye could probably spot the signs of his arousal, but he made no mention of it. Instead, he headed to the backroom and emerged with a stiff-toothed brush, stopping along the way to pick up the bottle of shampoo. Standing within reach of Eden, he set the comb aside and squirted a large dose of shampoo into the rough palms of his hands. "C'mover here, girl." He said, gesturing for her to move closer.

If she did, he would begin to shampoo her head of long, dark, tangled hair. He'd work at getting out the major knots, the things that the brush couldn't get rid of, rubbing the shampoo into her hair all the way from the top of her head to where it ended on her back.

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"I'm not a child, don't talk to me like I'm one!" Snapping at him with a growl, Eden glared but moved a bit closer regardless. He had the shampoo, he had the comb, not her. It took everything in her not to immediately claw out, to try and rip him to shreds until there wasn't a single breath left in his lungs. It would do nothing but leave her alone, naked and chained sitting in a tub of water.

"Make it quick." The longer he touched her the looser her restraint became, her entire body stiff as she allowed him to massage her hair and work out the knots she hadn't even known existed. "What next?" Drawing her knees up to her chest to cover the front of her body, she wrapped her arms around her legs and huffed. "You leave, and only come here to make sure I haven't starved or died from the wound? Then you sell me off once I'm healed, get your money, and move on? It sounds lonely. I hope you're lonely, because it's an excruciating feeling."

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Griff tried not to peek at the rest of Eden as he fussed with her hair. Instead, he focused on working on the knots in her hair, and there were quite a lot of them. Clearly her time spent running free had taken its toll on her long, dark locks. The more pesky knots often took a few minutes each to untangle, while the simpler ones required just combing his fingers through her hair. "I'm going as quick as I can." He said calmly as he picked at the knots one at a time.

He was quiet for a while as he heard her words. They stung. "Yeah, you're right. I am lonely." He admitted flatly. "Don't get much people wanting to live a life around lycan like I do, and I wouldn't want to subject them to it if they didn't." He said with a small shrug, trying not to let it show in his voice that this was as much talking as he'd done in the last few months.

"That's pretty much the plan though." He said honestly. "I'll check on you, make sure you're well. And then you'll be out of here, on your way to hate another person besides me." He left out mentioning the fact that he'd be socializing her. Getting her used to human presence, his presence at the very least so she'd make a more attractive prospect to a buyer, but he didn't feel like he had to leave that in. She'd just use that as fodder to insult him.

"I've got as many as I can." He said, finally sliding his hands from out of her hair, wiping the wet fingers on his shirt casually. He picked up the hairbrush, looking rather amused, "And when you're better, perhaps we can have a brief tussle to test your strength. I'm sure you'd like getting your hands on me."

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"Good." Eden's tone was just as flat as his as she huffed in amusement. "I refuse to be the only one, so I'm glad. You deserve it for what you do." If it had been a conversation with a normal person she might have considered her words rude, but this wasn't a normal person, and he deserved her ire. "On my way to hopefully kill another person besides you." Her arms tightened around her legs despite the twinge in her shoulder, eyes closing as she felt him work out another knot.

"My hands might be in you, rather than on you. Right in the gut." She flexed her hands, displaying the sharp nails that would one day be claws again when she had her freedom. "Going to give me a towel for my hair and everything, since I didn't maul you? Can't let me get sick because my hair took all day to dry." A semblance of a smile tugged at her lips as she raised her head, turning to stare at him evenly.

"You may have the advantage of this," She pulled at the chain with a look of disgust. "But you need that paycheck. You need me healthy, which means on top of fixing up my shoulder, you need to give me a reason not to maul every human I see until someone kills me. Good luck with that, asshole. Now get your eyes off my body and give me something to wear." Snarling out the last words and turning her head away, she stared across the room stiffly.


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Sherry had also cleaned himself up after breakfast, taking a quick shower but neglected to change into any clothing at all after such thrilling escapades with his grandmother. He knew that what they had done was morally wrong, but he had never been the type to hold such high moral standards. It was clear they both enjoyed each other. What more could one ask for?

After she had finished her shower he heard her calling out to him. As he walked into her bedroom he saw her phone pointed at the door and could only assume she had taken a picture of him and his thick, foot-long cock. He eyed her hungrily as she laid there in just a thong before he climbed into bed with her.

"Who you talking to, granny?" He asked, laying next to her as he reached out to fondle one of her perfect tits before turning to kiss her, taking her lips into a passionate kiss, his tongue lashing against hers.

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"Ohh just some friends..." she giggled a little and felt his hand grope her big tit. She felt the passion flare up inside her once he began to kiss her again making out with her. "I wanted to show who my new fun boy toy is..." she admitted as she reached back and wrapped her hand around his huge shaft. Stroking it she could already feel it growing harder in her hand the more she touched his big cock. "You know I have a lot of single older friends... I'm sure... they'd love to... meet you..." she said between kisses as she felt her nipples rubbing between his fingers. She was already horny again and dying to feel him inside her.

Jason could feel his big cock rubbing already against her big round mature ass and thighs. She shifted around on the bed and then got onto her hands and elbows. Jason was already busy texting her friend when she felt him enter her from behind. Jason moaned out as she began to rock back and forth fucking his huge shaft. He was big enough she could feel plenty of his cock still hanging out of her well fucked pussy. Despite being fucked by him before she had shrunk up and become tight again. Her lips wrapped around his shaft.

"He's so big! oh my god I've never been with anyone so big before! He's so young too! He goes round after round!" Jason texted to her friend that was already getting excited at the thought of her horny curvy friend getting fucked by that massive dick. "Is he really that big?" her friend texted back biting her own lip unaware Jason was getting fucked hard and good at that moment already.

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Sherry smirked when his grandmother revealed that she had been showing him off to her friends, proud of the young, monster cock that she was getting to enjoy. He loved being referred to as a boytoy, knowing that his grandmother truly loved him for both him and his cock.

Soon enough he had gotten her onto her elbows and knees and was drilling her from behind, His thrusts were hard and powerful as he felt her tight pussy open up again for his massive shaft. He slapped her ass as it jiggled against him, eventually getting all 12 inches of his cock inside her again.

"You like showing me off? Get this hottie over here. But in the meantime..." His words trailed off, leaning forward as he pushed his full length inside of her and pressed the FaceTime button on her phone. "Give your friend a little taste of what you're enjoying." He said as he went right back to fucking her hard.

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Jason cried out as she felt his huge cock slide deep inside her from behind. He was huge and it instantly stretched her out. She squirmed under him as he reached over her and turned on her Facetime with her friend. Janice had not been expecting her friend to Facetime her especially while she was getting her hair done. She instantly had to turn down the volume as Jason screamed out in pleasure as she bounced forward towards her phone as she felt Sherry start to really fuck her hard and fast.

Jason felt her hair pulled and her face tilt up so Janice could see her friend getting fucked hard. Janice could barely make out the man behind her, but Jason certainly seemed to be in ecstasy. "Oh my god!" Janice said in a hushed tone into the phone. "What are you doing?! Oh my god is that him?!" she said as Jason moaned and writhed about as her big ass clapped noisily against Sherry's balls and stomach. She was taking every inch of his foot long pole inside her and it was making her toes curl and eyes roll into the back of her head.

"Oh my god I'm coming by after!" Janice said as she hung up and was already asking her stylist if her hair was finished. Jason moaned as she came hard squirting all over Sherry's huge shaft. "She... she... she's coming... by..." she managed to say as she stared ahead now imagining what it was going to be like with both her and her friend fooling around with Sherry and his massive dick.

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Sherry loved hearing his grandmother's cries and screams of pleasure, his foot-long cock more than enough to make the elder woman scream as he fucked her so thoroughly, so raw. And while he hadn't gone too crazy at high school parties, he was loved fucking for an office, so as the beautiful Janice picked up the FaceTime call at her hair appointment he couldn't help but smirk.

As Janice finally hung up the phone his grandmother told him she was coming by afterwards, right before she came hard and squirted against him. He would reward her with an orgasm of his own, flooding her mature womb with his seed before pulling out and prodding her ass with the tip of his cock.

"Wouldn't it be fun for her to come in with me fucking your ass, granny?" He teased, all too eager to claim another of her holes.

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Jason gasped as he finally unloaded deep inside her filling up her insides with his hot sticky thick load. She groaned as she felt his cock slowly slide out of her now well fucked pussy. "Oh my god... that was amazing..." she said dreamily ignoring his question about fucking her in the ass. With how slutty Jason was showing herself to him it wouldn't need much pushing to get her taking it up her ass if he so desperately wanted to feel that. Jason's mind felt foggy and Sherry had really fucked her good. She was also thinking about her friend that would be coming over soon. While Jason had never done anything with her, they had joked in the past about having a threesome, now it was about to happen.

Janice hurried the salon to finish her hair and she paid quickly. Her mind was still set on her friend's orgasmic face taking that young stud's big cock. Janice had been feeling very sexually neglected and this was exactly what she needed right now. She rushed to her car and soon made the short drive over to Jason's place. While the outside of the house seemed quiet and unassuming, inside were the wild sexual carnal sounds of two people continuing to fuck again and again. As Janice made her way to the front door she could slightly hear the sound of the two inside going at it. A smirk came over her face as she reached out and tested the doorknob.

Opening the front door Janice immediately could hear her friend moaning and crying out for more as the hot wet sound of bodies slapping together could be faintly heard. Janice set her bag down and her heels clicked on the floor as she began to make her way through the house towards the growing sound of her friend getting fucked good and hard. "Jason? Where are you?!" Janice called out. Walking into the living room she stopped, stared and her jaw dropped open at what she saw.


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Amy seemed confused for a moment as he spoke, but tried to follow along, "What does... rem... rem... what you said?" She smiled sweetly at him and  sighed when he rubbed his forehead, "Got a headache? I know a cure, it always work, everyone says so. And it's like so much fun to give!"

The teenager offered another smile, "You just put your thingie in my mouth and in a couple of minutes, the headache is gone." She frowned again, "I don't know why they say that it's very peaceful and quiet, but I'm happy to help out."

As he knelt by her chair, she blinked and looked down at her jugs, "Bras make my boobs ache and everybody says that I should just let 'em be free." She shrugged and her nearly uncovered breast bounced with the act. "Yeah, someone keeps stealing my clothes during practice and all I have to wear is my uniform. It covers everything, I look down every time I think about it."

Amy grinned at his offer, if there was a teacher in school who hadn't had her, she couldn't think of it. The boys, she could leave behind for a real man. "Ok!" she pulled her halter top over her head, letting her heavy tits drop from the halter and bounce as they settled onto her chest. "Should I get down on the floor so you can screw me, or do you want to play with my boobies first?" As she waited for an answer, she was wiggling out of her pleated skirt to give him access to everything, "I hope that you're bigger than the coach, he's such a perv!" Within a few seconds, she was sitting in her seat butt naked and not an ounce of concern in her whole body about being seen in the hallway.

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"Refrain? It means stopping yourself from doing something. Having self control and awareness to not do something. Like you should refrain from taking advice from the people telling you to not wear your bra. So please don't tell other people what I just told you," Mr. Wilson said, though pausing when he noticed the vacancy in Amy's eyes. "It's called a penis. Not a thingy. It's a cock, dick, shaft, or penis. What you give them a blowjob. Their 'headache' is gone because they get a climax from the blowjob, and they hate hearing you talk. Those people aren't being nice to you."

Mr. Wilson pinched the bridge of his nose in intellectual pain. "Your bra is not fitted for you. Go get a bra that fits you. It better bet cute or sexy. If I'm going to unwrap and fuck your brains out, at least let it be an experience. Also use a different combination on your locker lock, and keep a closer eye on your belongings."

Despite his exasperation in her carelessness, his browse rose as her fat tits popped out of her shirt. "Your tits first." He stepped up to her, hands coming to rest atop her breasts. Fingers pressed into soft flesh and gripped into her melons. Using his palms he rotated the up and inwards to her chest, letting them drop half way down. "Coach could only dream at my girth." He stated, as though it were a fact apart of his lectures.

The teacher knelt down and meet his lips to her large areola. With a few tentative licks, he placed his lips atop the pink nipple and sucked. After a few firm tugs, he licked again. "I can only imagine how these would be lactating. They will eventually after I fuck you often enough."

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Amy let out a soft sigh as his hands settled on her young, firm boobs. They were as big as her tops indicated with soft pink nipples centered into half-dollar sized areola, and they were very sensitive as well.

Amy's eyes closed and her lips parted slightly to let out a soft whimper of pleasure. A whimper that turned into a groan when his lips touched her nipple and started to suck and lick her nips. "Oh... Mr. Wilson!" the teenager whispered into the room, the only sound was her breathing and his suckling. She let her head fall back as her breathing increased "Don't stop... feels so gooood!" Her hands came up to cradle his head and stroked his hair her thighs pressed together and rubbed slowly against each other as she got wet. "Mmmm, fill me up with your babies, Mr. Wilson," at the moment, she didn't care if he got her knocked up or not, no one had sucked her titties like this.

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Mr. Wilson was only too happy to comply with the teenager's plea. His lips kneaded and pulled on her pink nubs. The taste and texture of Amy's virginal skin only prompted a greater lustful hunger.  Large hands scooped up the teen, a hand on her plush bottom, another on her back. The teacher carried her to his desk, depositing her atop the fake wood surface. Withdrawing from her breasts, he unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. His shaft stood erect, tip red with foreskin peeling away as it slowly rose. The veins of his member bulged out as blood flowed rapidly to his groin.

"Damn straight I will. After our private lessons, you better know how the human reproductive cycle works. You won't remember what it will mean to not be pregnant." He growled. Snatching his cock from its position, he guided it into Amy's moistened folds. Mr. Wilson's spine grew straight from the cardinal delight of Amy's snug snatch. He wished he was the first to claim her snatch, but he wasn't about to complain about becoming her soul supplier for sex.  His hands came to grip her thighs, keeping them spread to breed her.

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Amy bit back a squeal when he picked her up, her back arched upward against his mouth "Ahh, Mr. Wilson!" she gasped out just before he sat her down across his desk. It was perhaps the worst time, or the best for him as she was near the middle of her cycle and potentially fertile, her hormones on overdrive already. "Oh, Mr. Wilson... " she cooed when he released her nipple. "Please, please, please fuck me Mr. Wilson! I need it soooo bad!"

Amy looked down at him between her long legs, her fingers rubbing at her clit as he revealed his shaft. "Oh God! Sooo big." she couldn't take her eyes off of his cock as he directed it to her wet little pussy. With her eyes as big as saucers, her lips parted, she felt his thick shaft press against her... penetrate her. "Soooo big!" she whispered; her legs opening wider for him while he worked himself deeper and stretched her pussy open for him.

For all of her fucking with other guys, she wasn't very deep; his tip touched her cervix, Amy yelped, before she was fully impaled on him.  Although she was far from a virgin, his cock was touching virgin territory. Nearly panting, the teenager's eyes gazed between her thighs to see that he still had cock exposed while she felt more full than ever before. "I-I can t-take more." she spoke softly, not exactly lying, but not sure at all if she could handle any more or not.


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It had taken months to get on the right track. Hanging out in dive bars, trying to find a reputable source to double-check. The rumors had been weird which was why Brandon had been hesitant to believe them. A vampire living in a small coastal town, working with kids... it didn't make sense. This wasn't his first rodeo, so he'd at least expected a dark, damp cave by the coastline or a crypt, just... not that?

Still, weird or not, a vampire was a vampire and needed to be taken care of, so Brandon had hopped into his van and made his way towards the quiet coastal town. He'd spent days asking around, trying very much not to be too specific as he narrowed the location of the vampire down. Hopefully, he had kept things down enough so that the monster would have no idea he was coming.

The killing would be easy. He just needed to surprise the beast, stick a stake through its heart and watch it die. He'd done it before, after all. Maybe not with one so old and powerful, but of all the things Brandon had trouble with, believing in himself wasn't one of them.

Then, finally, the day came and he staked out---pun intended---the vampires home. It was the early hours of the evening, Brandon was sure by this time the vampire would be nice and relaxed and easy to take down. And his van was parked just down the street, just in case he'd need a quick retreat after all.

Determined he stepped towards the house's front door---Brandon Hayes was no coward, after all!---picking the lock making sure he wasn't seen. Making his way towards the front door of the vampire's apartment, he almost felt giddy. So far, this was easy. Of course, it was, he'd been well prepared after all. This vampire, this Benedict would never know that he was coming.

He was going to save this town from the monster they didn't even know was there! One hand already reaching for the metal stake hiding under his leather jacket he reached for the door handle, pressing it down and ready to open. This was moving way too fast though, either this was the world's most careful vampire or something was about to go very, very wrong.

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Benedict was not very powerful, but he was very old. Power he supposed depended on whom one asked. If you were to ask the kindergarten students he taught during the week, Mr. Levant was all-powerful, the kind of person responsible for doling out snacks, deciding who got to feed the classroom gerbil, and making them wash their hands. As far as vampire politics were concerned? Benedict hadn't had a stake in that community in many years, and that was by choice.

He still had enough pull, however, that someone had been nice enough to send him an email regarding the hunter. Benedict had read it in the early hours of the morning and then let out a quiet oh, for fuck's sake. It had been many, many years since he'd had that kind of intrusion, and he'd thought he'd been flying under the radar fairly well. Nourishment from local blood banks, time, and grace were all he needed... except apparently someone had picked up on his presence and that someone had a big enough grudge to report him to the local hunter's bureau.

Fortunately for him the young ones were usually pretty easy to pin down. They lacked the ease and grace of other vampires. And so by the time the man had come to his door looking to surprise him, Benedict had been watching him tail him all day from the grocery store to the park and back to his home.

When the door opened, Benedict was ready. Not with anything fancy, just a metal garbage can lid perched across the front of his body, hand wrapped around the handle. A crude sort of shield, but it was going to be hard to talk if this guy staked him.

"Good evening." There was a smile on his face that didn't fit the situation. "Now, I'd really prefer if you didn't kill me. Can we talk?"

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Brandon dropped into a defensive stance, force of habit moving his body as he stared right into the vampire's eyes. His brows knit together in confusion. How did the vampire even figure out he was there? He'd been so careful...

Still, here he was staring down an ancient vampire using, of all things, a garbage can lid as a shield. This wasn't how this was supposed to go, he was supposed to rid the world of this evil but... if the vampire had known he was there, why not try to kill him? Why bother exposing himself to the danger of a hunter?

Brandon was curious, he couldn't deny that. "I... what?" was all he could bring out as he blinked, trying to figure out what in the world was going on. Talk? To a vampire? Why would he even do that? But there was that nagging curiosity....

But then finally, his expression turned, eyes narrowing as anger made its way through. No, he wasn't going to take this, not like this. "You don't get to negotiate, monster," Brandon all but spat as his hand reached back for the stake. He was on a mission and he was going to fulfill it, even if this was... weird. "Don't think you can lure me into your lair just like that."


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Sabiel's gaze and every motion said how important Carrie was to her, beautiful and desirable and wonderful.. she'd kissed humans before but not one she was... In love with? Could that possibly be right? No... And yes. Not... In romantic, let's get married and live together forever and always kind of love, not yet... Though it might turn into that kind of love, now it was a... dedication, protective, fierce love, definitely sparking into passion, all those thoughts racing through her head as the kiss deepened, clinging hard to her little human friend, fiance...

They had plenty of time to explore and grow together, forever... Fall deeply into the mad passionate love, to build a relationship that could last a thousand years or more, the legendary love of the priestess and her human from... another... world... It was then the discreet tailor pulled them apart, and Sabiel watched Carrie go... Remembering that they didn't have forever, or decades or even years... they had a month, and that was basically a day in her terms... then Carrie would go to her world, the other humans who loved her, where she fit in, her home... Never to be seen again. Time, crushing time, working against the immortal elf for once.

Trying to smile, she pointed to the curtained off area in the back, even as the tailor pushed aside the hanging over the entrance, getting tools of his trade in the small, mirrored room. "You'll look amazing, Carrie..." Sabiel said softly, not wanting to put any more of her feelings on the human shoulders. It wasn't the brunettes fault she was leaving so soon.

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Carrie stepped into the small cubicle with a shiver, and shifted from foot to foot as she tried to work up the courage to take off her 'real' clothes in front of the tailor. Sabiel was the only one of the elves to have seen her bare, and it wasn't exactly something she did on a regular basis in front of strangers even at home. At all, really; even her bathing suit was relatively conservative. Plus, like so many other things in the elven town, the privacy cloth seemed gossamer-thin, like spiderweb, and she imagined she could feel the eyes of everyone in the shop following the motions of her body as she slowly slid out of her jeans. Not that there were really any eyes out there other than Sabiel's and a young elf woman who had been sewing some trim, but it was the principle of the thing. She was giving a sort of shadow peepshow to strangers, all of whom were far more toned, tanned, and beautiful than she was...

As she eased out of the t-shirt, she wished she'd worn a bra. Every girl she'd seen, though they'd been different sizes just like humans, had nice, shapely tits. Hers were kinda like a pair of very short bananas, spiking out from her chest. At least they were perky enough that they didn't really sag once freed from the little support her top had given them.

With a quiet word she didn't understand but nonetheless sounded familiar, the tailor dropped the dress over her arms- and everything changed. The touch of the light floral cloth reminded her of what she'd felt at the shrine, in a distant way; far more bearable, but also constant, as if somehow the weaver had managed to embed a tiny fragment of their faith in the material. Her skin prickled a bit under the tailor's light, measuring touches and again her nipples grew uncomfortably stiff. At least the bodice of the dress was a bit looser than her shirt, so her arousal didn't show so badly.

The marking only took a few minutes, and then the dress was being carefully drawn up her body again. Crossing her arms over her chest, she faced the man, who gave her a puzzled look, then shrugged and made a simple gesture asking her to stay put. There was a bench along a wall of the narrow space, so she sat, still nearly naked, and waited for him to return.

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Sweet, excited and yes, sad Sabiel vibrated in place, running through calming exercises in her mind. Why am I drawn so much to this human traveler from another world? Is it just because the Goddess placed her in my care? The exoticness of a human, changing up my routine? That I want to protect her... my fiance... at all costs? Or... is it as simple as I want to see her smile, and I want the cause to be me a lot of the time... the elven beauty was staring at the curtain, chewing on her lip. "Are you OK, Carrie? Do you need anything? Water, fruit?"

It didn't take long for the tailor to fix the dress, having centuries of experience and talent, though it was true that the human was an unusual case.

When the finished dress was revealed, all Sabiel could do for a minute was stare. Swallowing at last, she raised an elegant hand to the humans cheek, staring down into her eyes. "You're so beautiful... So very gorgeous, Carrie..."

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If the dress had clung before, off the rack, once it had been tailored to Carrie's measurements and adjusted by skilled Elven fingers, it... flowed. More like water than cloth, it contoured itself to what curves she had, shimmered and danced like a shallow stream passing over the rocks and pebbles in its bed.

As embarrassing as it felt to be perking out all over as she was, the young human was kind of glad she'd decided to go braless. She never really needed one all that much, anyway, the way she was built (or not built) and now, either thanks to excellent tailoring or some odd sort of magic, the bodice of the dress itself made for an excellent stand-in. Fabric seemed to cup her minuscule tits from below, supporting them, lifting-offering. For an instant she considered shedding her knickers as well, but was terrified as to what the lower part of the garment might decide to do all on its own if she did.

In a fit of vanity, she felt beautiful, desirable. A perverse fantasy crept through her: seeing her, every elf in the village would want her, short as she was, flat as she was, alien as she was. All because of the magic of the dress. And then Sabiel made part of it come true, unable to speak, at first, when Carrie shyly slunk out of the fitting room.

"Thank you," she murmured, leaning her head into the tall elf's hand. The fact that she was another woman suddenly meant nothing at all. "Your people make cool clothes," she added with a giggle.


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Jen chuckled at him and shook her head with a smile watching him side step to his bedroom. Smiling to herself and stirred the seasoned chicken in the frying pan.

When he came up and plopped down at the bar she looked back over at him again. a frown took her lips but was soon replaced by a small smile. How she loved her boy always making things light. "Well kiddo go open a few windows again lets get some cross breeze in here so it's not as stuffy." She said "dinner should be ready in 20 mins. How was work today?" She asked

She was debating on whether or not she could afford to stay home again for a guy who may just skip out on them again. This was such a hassle. Why couldn't things just work. "Too bad we don't have a fix it man around to fix the AC for us." She said after a few moments.

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"Work was work," he responded with an apathetic shrug. He hopped up and opened the few windows they had in their small apartment, one in his bedroom, one in the hallway, and another in his mother's room, all on the same side of the house. They lived on one of the top floors of their apartment building and as heat rose, it often got pretty muggy in their home. When he was younger, he remembered, it wasn't that big a deal, he would run around in just a pair of undies and mom would wear a thin robe or nightgown to keep cool. Since he had gotten older, it hadn't been a problem since they had gotten a small AC-unit for the apartment. Fidgeting in his clothes from the heat, he considered taking his shirt off, but figured it wasn't that hot in here just yet, he could wait until after dinner.

Jason sighed and frowned sympathetically at his mother, "I know, Mom... if you want maybe I could get a job as an AC guy and learn how to fix it for ya," he joked. More seriously though, he continued on, "I wish I could do more to help you, Mom. Speaking of which, is there anything you need done?"

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Jen nodded as Jason spoke about work. She cooked as she listened to him. Stirring the corn and making sure the chicken breasts didn't get any hot spots on them. She tried never to serve burnt anything to her growing boy.

She chuckled at his joke. "No sweetie you're going to finish school and go to college." She told him. "You do more than enough around the house. I wish I could make it so you could just be a kid and not have to help out. But I'm thankful for the help. But don't you let your class work skip." She told him giving him more of a mocking scolding face. She couldn't really scold him, he was such a good boy.

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"Well," Jason retorted, though pleasantly and in a light tone, "finishing school shouldn't be a problem, just don't forget to drop me off in the morning for the next few weeks," he finished with a playful grin. His grades had been good all year and summer vacation was just around the corner; he knew she was just saying those things because she was his mother and she thought she had to, but he almost never did anything that disappointed her---he thought she had enough to worry about just being a single mom.

As she went on, he responded, "I'm fine, Mom. Don't worry about me. I help out so much so you can get a break."  He didn't want to point out the fact that she had been alone for as long as he could remember; he felt sorry that she had no one around to truly love her like all his friend's mothers, and he didn't want to bring up any unhappy feelings in her and ruin their good mood.

Despite the now-opened windows, it would still take some time before the living room cooled down, and he started to pull on his t-shirt and fan himself as he felt himself starting to sweat sitting so close to the burning stove. He glanced around for no reason in particular before before turning back to his mother and asking, "you don't mind if I take my shirt off to eat tonight, do you?  It's still pretty hot in here."  He took his shirt off and moved to the small couch they had in front of the living room TV and plopped down on it as he grabbed the remote and searched for something to watch.

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Jen set her spoon down that she was stirring the chicken breasts with just long enough to reach a crossed the bar and ruffle his still wet hair up. "I'm your mother it's my job to worry. I can should you the card they gave me when I got you. It said worry about your child enough after they think they are grown, and make sure they grow up into good people." She smiled at him as she retrieved her spoon and returned to cooking.

She looked over at him. "Now Jason just because we don't have AC doesn't mean we lose our manners." She shook her head as she saw him already have the shirt off. "But I don't see it hurting anything just this once."

Truth was she was already sweating. Sweat dripped down the side of her face, and she could feel it tickle as it dripped down between her breasts. She fanned herself as she cook.

Finally their wonderful meal was finished. She served it on the only un-chipped plates in the house. she poured her son milk, and herself a glass of chilled whine. "Dinner's ready." She said as she sat down at the small round table that could only sit two comfortably. Which was prefect for them.

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Taking his shirt off, he began to feel much cooler and more comfortable, and he relaxed again. He didn't really watch anything in particular, just flipping through the channels until dinner was served, at which point he turned the TV off and joined his mother at their cozy little table.

Eagerly digging in, finished his plate and asked for seconds before getting up and getting more. During the meal, however, he did eye his mother's chilled wine, looking quite cool and refreshing as beads of condensation formed on it. Looking at his own milk as he took a sip, he thought about adding ice to it, but he never liked it when the ice melted and made the milk taste, well, watered down. Frowning unconsciously, he thought little more of it and finished his second plate before leaning back and rubbing his stomach with a contented sigh and smile. "Mm, that was good. I like that new recipe."

Finally, he stood up and brought his plate to the sink, offering to do the same with his mother's plate if she was finished. Next he went back to the TV and grabbed the remote, before thinking twice and looking up. "You wanna' watch something, Mom?"

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Jen smiled at his words. "Good, I'll be sure to remember that one." She sipped her whine. "Did you get all your homework done?" She asked. When she finished her meal she allowed him to take her dish to the spink. Then she got up from the table.

"No sweetheart, I'm going to take a shower, if you could please do the dishes, and make sure all your homework is done." She smiled and kissed the top of his head as she walked by him on her way to the bathroom.

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"Yeah, my homework's done, Mom," he responded like most teenager's would. He didn't mind as his mother kissed him on the top of the head, but in public he would have rolled his eyes and made some sarcastic comment, just to prove to others how cool he was.

With nothing on the television at the moment, he sighed and figured he might as well get the dishes out of the way now. He got up and went to the sink, turning on the water and gathering up the few dishes it had taken to prepare and serve their meal, and starting to wash them.


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Brandy was used to a little more warning from her lovers though she should have expected as much with how much teasing she'd been doing to Drew and how young he was. His cum hit the back of her throat and she moaned softly swallowing the thick salty fluid. She'd continue lavishing his cock with attention until he was done the slowly draw back licking her lips as if she'd just received a wonderful treat in fact she had her amber colored eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She tucked him with loving care back into his short with a few extra lingering caresses.

She shifted back into her own seat. Her pussy ached with need and she shifted in her seat a wicked though coming to mind. With a glance at Drew she hooked her fingertips under the hem of her shorts catching the strings of her thong beneath and drew them down her legs. She pushed them off so she was bare from the waist down. "You make me so wet Drew." She breathed a husky moan as she leaned back arching her back so her nipples were clearly outlines against the thin damp material of her t shirt as she parted her legs revealing her hairless sex glistening in the low light with the evidence of her arousal.

Slowly she skimmed her fingertips down to rub the aching flesh of her sex her thumb caressing the swollen button of her clit as two fingers sunk into her sex. She moan aloud her eyes drifting closed as she started to slowly use her own fingers to stroke her sex, "I like to think of you when I do this." She breathed around a soft moan, "It makes me so hot Drew. Do you like watching/" She asked opening her eyes and giving him a wicked lust filled look.

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It took all of Drew's concentration to keep the car on the road as his cock erupted into his mothers mouth. She sucked him dry as he regained control before lavishing his hardness with more attention, cleaning him up, before tucking him back into his shorts. He had certainly needed that release and her mouth had been amazing. He could certainly get used to such attention.

He heated words made him glance over at her as she pulled her own shorts down. He couldn't help but stare at her bared sex for a few moments before shifting his eyes up to her breasts, noticing how her nipples strained against the fabric against them. It made his cock rock hard in his pants instantly and he had to pull his eyes away to focus on the road again.

He couldn't help but keep glancing over as she started to talk and moan and touch herself. His cock twitched in his shorts again and he swallowed the lump in his throat. If he didn't have to focus on driving he'd have loved to stare and even touch if she let him. "I uh... I have to focus... on the road." He mumbles out in response.

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Brandy's attention shifted out the windshield when Drew mentioned the need to drive. "Then drive quickly, I'll try not to distract you." She said lightly though there was a purr in her voice, an undertone of pleasure as her fingertips moved to stroke the walls of her sex. She touched herself lightly she didn't want to come too soon just ease the ache there that sucking him off had caused.

Her other hand moved to massage and pinch her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her nipples only puckered further due to her attention and she gave a soft moan. "Please hurry Drew." She pleaded softly a note of begging in her words as if she was asking far more of him then to just break the speed limit getting them home.

[Assistant] It was hard not to be distracted after all the teasing and finally release. It didn't help that she was playing with herself, but he certainly sped up. Drew wanted to get home fast to see what would happen next. He wasn't sure what to expect and had never seen her like this. It was wrong that it was his mother, but she had made him just as horny. The speedometer continued to climb. His anticipation and increased speed made the rest of the journey home go by quickly. He had to hit the brakes a few times, but they made it safely. He pulled into the garage and shut the engine off turning his face to hers to see what she'd say or do next.

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The drive home was fun. The faster he drove the more Brandy seemed to smile. In her mind the speed in which he used to get them home was in direct correlation with home much he wanted her. The speed he was using was more then a bit satisfying. She reclined back stoking herself while he drove but when they came within a block of the house she pulled her hands away and slide her panties back on leaving her shorts discarded on the floor board.

When they pulled into the garage he turned to look at her. There was expectation, curiosity and hope in those pretty eyes of his. She smile a slow seductive smile. "Come on, I'll give you something more interesting then the road to focus on." She said her voice a wicked purr as she opened the door and slide out of the car her hips swaying, undulating as she opened the door into the house and disappeared from view.

She'd left the garage slowly but once she was out of his sight she moved quickly striping off the rest of her clothing and leaving a trail of them from the kitchen up the stairs to her room. There she reclined on her bed, the lights low and waited for him her body buzzing with desire.

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Drew was a bit slower and she disappeared from sight. However, the trail of clothes through the house clearly suggested just what she had in mind. His mind, however, did not quite process it as he walked up the stairs and down the hallway to her room. He was still wearing just his bathing shorts when he entered her room, his cock managing to have grown limp between the car and there. That did not last for long, however, as he came up short upon seeing her on her bed.

It was the most erotic sight his young eyes had ever seen and his cock quickly rose to attention, straining painfully against his shorts again.

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Brandy gave a seductive smile to Drew when he walked into the room. He was outlined stunningly by the hall light and she felt a gush of liquid pleasure right to her cunt. "Now you can watch." She purred laying back and with her knees bend parted her legs and let him see the slick wetness of her sex, let it gleam slightly in the low lighting. Long agile fingertips parted her slick fold letting him see the pretty pink flesh of her sex. She stroked the pearl of her pleasure and gave a breathy moan.

"I think about you when I do this. I would think about the time I wanked in on you masturbating. Remember how embarrassed you were. All I could think was that I could have been putting that hard on to better use." She said a moan coloring her voice as she pushed two fingers into her dripping cunt and started finger fucking herself. "I don't know how may time I've woke up horny as hell after dreaming about fucking you. I'd do this, finger myself thinking about your cock." She said sounding a touch breathless.

Brandy's fingers moved agilely over her sex two finger stroked deeply into her body while her thumb rubbed and tight little circle over her clit. She brought herself almost to the edge before pulling her hand away slick with her own fluids. "Touch me Drew, Touch me please." She groaned wiggling on the bed a sensual delight just waiting, begging to be taken.

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Drew watched her, listened to her, and almost creamed in his pants. It was so wrong but he was so horny. He didn't know if she was drunk or something, but she was certainly horny. She was laying there, naked, her legs spread wide, giving him a view of her glistening cunt. All shyness he would normally have had long gone out of the window and he quickly pulled his pants down, letting his cock spring free once more. He was now naked, just like her. Precum leaked from his cock again and he moved the last few steps to the bed before climbing on.

He quickly lay down beside her, on his side, his cock a hairline from rubbing against her leg. His eyes roamed over her full, perk breasts and flat stomach and down to that glistening moistness between her legs. "I've... I don't know... what to do..." He murmurs nervously, resting his hand on her thigh, unsure how to move it, where to move it, what to do with it.


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"Tell me, my pet," Rune began as he slowly moved behind his little angel, placing his large, scaly hands to rest on her slender shoulders. The difference in height clearly showed at a moment like this, as her head barely reached passed his bellybutton. It was things like these that made none wonder why humans feared them so naturally. "What do you think us demons intend to do with this world, now that it is our domain?"

The map began to glow softly, colors beginning to emerge on the yellowish parchment. Most of the map ended up tainted in various shades of red, with only a few areas remaining yellow and even fewer turning green. The area once known as Iceland was tainted a particular deep shade of red; it was almost like blood.

"This map shows the scars inflicted upon this world. The redder the area, the deeper the scar. Some were already here before our arrival, created by mankind themselves. As you can see, things are looking quite bleak, no?" he explained calmly. "Deserts are expanding, polar caps have melted, causing great floods. What would your god do change all this? Nothing, am I right?"

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Anethrial's golden eyes grew large in surprise as she looked over the map. She had known that the human domain had been damaged  from the war. She had not though it was this bad though. The reason she had  came to the earth was to try and heal some of the damage. She was not a warrior, but she new how to take care of nature. She thought it would be here way to contribute to the effort, her way to please her Master. Her Lord had not sent her or ordered her to do so, she had volunteered. He had not sent her, because he knew she would go. She refused to think that her God would just sit by and do nothing, or he used to would not, but now with heaven sealed, and her Master silent. She was not sure anymore.

Instead of answering his questions or trying to defend her old master, she replied with a question of her own. " If it is so damaged, so bleak as you put it , why do you stay here? You can go home, can you not?" She looked back over her shoulder at him towering over her.

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"Because we are more than just the destroyers your old master had you believe us to be, my pet," Rune replied, a smirk playing on his lips as he peered down at her. Lifting one hand off her shoulders, he flicked his index finger at the map. Small, transparent, black towers rose out of the map in various locations; Iceland, Japan, Russia, Morocco, South-Africa, Brazil, the United States and several more.

"We intend to restore this world. After all, what would be the point of remaining here for so long in the first place if we did not have long term plans for it," he explained to Anethrial. "I admit that demons, much like humans, are a violent race. Even now, we forge plans to overthrow one another. However, that does not mean we cannot have good intentions. The towers you see before you are called Syphon Beacons. They channel and guide demonic energy from our world to this one, boosting the planet's regenerative powers a great number of times. Imagine, my pet, this world will be restored to its former glory in a matter of decades! We do the work your precious god does not wish to do. While he bothers with potential consequences to every action, we actually go out and take that action."

The towers themselves were still far from complete. It would take another two decades to finish the fifth and sixth tower, with four more that had to follow. Nonetheless, this was their ambition. The human world would be restored to glory, as the demons had done with their own land. Demonic energy could be focused to perform great feats, but it required the cooperation of all the demonic lords to build these towers. It was because of this that they had lived in relative peace for the last few hundred years. If one lord died, the plan could collapse like a deck of cards.

[Assistant] Anethrial could appreciate what the demon was trying to do. The towers could restore the earth as God would not do, and faster then what it would take any angel to do it. She had to wonder what the demonic energy would effect the earth. Everything had consequences even the littlest of actions. It was Why it took her Lord so long to act, why he was reluctant to tamper with the affairs of mortals. Everything had a price, and she wondered just what the price of these towers would be. Even if nothing bad came from the towers, the earth could never be as it was. The world was changed now to how the demons saw fit. She looked up at him. " you do not think any thing bad will come from it? why do you want earth anyway, you already have a realm. Why not leave the mortals alone?"

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"Because, like all of his creations, we are greedy," Rune replied with almost amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips, his scaly, red and blue hands sliding down from her shoulders slowly, moving along the soft skin  of her slender arms. "Like a child jealous of its sibling for getting a new toy. However, now that we have taken that toy, we will not smash it in vain, but rather take care of it---better than our sibling would have, in any case."

Grabbing her by the waist, the tall demon lord slowly turned his angel pleasure thing around to face him, lifting her up to be seated on the edge of the large table. Rubbing her supple thighs, he pushed them apart, revealing the tiny speck of cloth that covered her privates. His arousal was immediate, demonic cock growing hard with the anticipation of being driven deep into her angelic womb again. "Now, why don't you show my what little Silvia taught you today."

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Anethrial's heart hammered when he turned her around and set her on the table. When he touched her thighs she was already growing wet remembering the things that he had done to her before. She was not sure why he had such an effect on her, but all she wanted at this moment was to feel him inside her again.

She blushed deeply as he mentioned Silvia. The angel wanted to be mad at him for subjecting her to such a hell, but she wasn't. Anethrial slowly spread her legs wider, and slipped her hand down to her hip. She slipped her only cover her only bit of decency she had and pulled it down. Then she moved her hand and stroked her clit. She turned even redder as she did this, and looked down, not being able to bring herself to look at him.

[User]
Rune smiled as Anethrial showed him what she had been taught, exposing her angelic vagina as she started playing with her clitoris. Moving his hands, he lifted one of her slender legs, raising it up into a vertical position against his chest as he leaned his head down. Rubbing his cheek lightly against her pale ankle, he parted his lips to let his long tongue slither out. He ran it along the smooth surface of her foot, across her heel and between her toes. Bringing his mouth closer, he lightly pierced the sensitive skin of her foot with his fangs, injecting her with aphrodisiac again, like he had done the day before. However, this time the dose was only half of the original one. They would become smaller with each of their sessions, until the time would come when she could take him without it.

Using his free hand, he released his long, thick demon cock from the prison of his trousers. The mushroom tip rubbed against the lightly drenched folds of her pussy. Once he was certain the aphrodisiac had taken its effect, he slowly sank his shaft into her. A small grunt slipped from his lips as he grew accustomed once more to her tightness. Sinking deeper into her crevasse, the tip pierced into her womb.

"You truly feel divine, my pet..." His words were soft like a whisper, their effect amplified by his magic to seduce the woman on the table before him. "Now, how do you wish me to take you. I want to hear what you like."


[User] The demon pulled away from her and approached the ruined door to the summoning chamber. It reached out and grabbed a heavy chain from the door frame. Seemingly without effort it pulled the chain free and let the door collapse. It came back to the sorceress and wrapped it around her neck like a collar and a leash. "We've got places to be..." it announced quietly as it jerked her behind itself towards the portal.

[Assistant] The sorceress Lily continued to cough weakly on all fours, exhausted and beaten, letting out a frightened sound as the a nearby door collapsed, huddling into a small, defensive ball on the ground. She made another pitiful sound as the chain was wrapped around her neck, and for a few yards she was dragged, writhing on the ground before she finally struggled to her feet, sobbing as she was dragged from the ruins of her home toward the portal, and an eternity as his...

[User]
The demon dragged her to the middle of the circle. It wrapped the chain's other end around his arm until she was pulled all the way to his leg. Then he spoke in a language she likely wasn't familiar with. Deep, guttural. A harsh smell of ash and blood attacked them both as a portal opened around them.

They appeared in a ruined landscape. Ash flying through an eerie orange light in the sky. Around them sprawled a ruined temple, its roof and walls long gone, several fallen pillars a remnants of what they once used to be. A roar in the distance pierces the stillness.

"You will walk on your own" he announced to her "Dragging you will damage you. And I will not enjoy you that way. As much." he told her and let the chain slack a little. "We have a place to get to"

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Lily struggled as she was hauled into the middle of the circle---the shattered bindings of the circle she had made. She told herself that she had succeeded, had done what she had to do. That this... was success. Though the terrified part of her mind jibbering at her to try and make a run for it knew that was going to be a weak balm for the eternity to come.

Whimpering once more as he used his own power to open the portal, she gagged on the reek of ash and blood, coughing weakly and nodding. "I... I understand." She followed him, doing her best not to make the leash go taut.

[User] The demon walked in long strides, leaving a fair bit of slack on the chain. The landscape was a combination of ruins and charred ground. Strange women with wings could be seen flying across the starless sky. After a fair bit, they got to another strange set of ruins. Pillars standing in two rows aimed towards something resembling an altar. There was a bowl in the middle. "Are you having a thirst? "The demon asked and pointed to the bowl "We will walk much further. Make sure you have enough."

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Lily had to scamper to keep up with the long, confident stride of her demon captor, having the sense that if the chain went taut, he would not moderate her pace for her---but rather drag her forward. "I... I am thirsty, thank you..."

If had been... how long has it been since she drank. Sometime before the siege started. Since then she had been taxing her body badly. Funneling tremendous amounts of power, and then... Her mouth tasted of blood. And ash. Kneeling down, she cupped her hands in the bowl, and draw some of it to her mouth.

[User]
The demon used the opportunity to tie the chain down to a hook sticking from the ground. She had plenty of slack not to notice it while she drank.

"Quench your thirst. It will be just first of the many." the demon announced as he began performing a spell. Small lights appeared on the surrounding altars and the water turned red under her hands.

The demon suddenly stepped closer and leaned over her shoulder, grabbing a handful of the water, smashing it against her face. "Drink. Drink the blood of those you summoned me to slay. Absorb their regrets."

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The sorceress did not notice her demonic captor securing her chain---or more than that, even if she did notice, she was too exhausted to care. The battle, the summoning... she had given everything in the battle, and was little more than a hollow shell. If he wished more than that, she would need time to rest. To recover. Or, she supposed, he could be content to simply burn her to a cinder.

She took a single sip of water, savoring the feeling on her throat. It was tepid, and stale, but to her abused throat and parched mouth it felt like a balm.

But while she had not noticed the securing of her chain, she did feel the light pulse of magic. And the liquid that had almost reached her lips, cupped in her hands, a second time turn warm and... thick. She parted her fingers with a scream, and scrambled back in revulsion, the chain going taut.

"N... no." She looked revolted. "You have won. You slaughtered, and broke your fetters. You have me, dragged to your realm in chains. Stop... taunting me."

[User]
The demon stepped closer, pulled on the chain to yank her into his arms. "I have your body by a deal." he said and his arms gripped her sides. "I can take what you cherish the most" One of his hands shifted and gripped at her backside, his fingers sliding between her thighs easily.

"But your soul." He adds and shifts her again, duking her face in the bloody water "Your soul resists." he says as he pulls her back up, the mess sticking to her face "You made a deal, but your soul refuses it."

Suddenly he lets go of her, possibly dropping her. The hand on the chain laxing, letting her crawl and run around. "Perhaps I shall hunt you the way I did those foes you offered yourself for?" he suggested with a wide and creepy smile.

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Lily let out a frightened cry as he pulled the chain, yanking her to him, pinned by his hold of her arms at her side. She let out a frightened whimper as one of his hands gripped the firm curve of her rear, taloned fingers sliding between her thighs.

"No, plea..." she let out a few frantic bubbles as he forced her head beneath the thick, warm fluid of the bloody bowl, and her body thrashed as she began to panic, gasping for air as he relents, leaving her panting on all fours, cowering in front of him.

"Please... I am yours... I know this... please, I asked only for a measure of mercy for my obedience..." She was sobbing, obviously terrified, finally succumbing to the exhaustion and fear that had been building up since the battle began, and reached a fever pitch when she had been dragged here.

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The demon had lost patience. Once more he pulled on the chain, dragging her face first across the floor towards him. When she was at his heel, he lifted it and stepped onto her neck and placed part of his weight onto a spot between her shoulderblades.

His body leaned over hers as he pinned her down. A guttural growl came out of his mouth and one long demonic arm reached to grasp at her pants. His nails sharp as knives tore across her thighs. A second swipe came soon, latching onto the already torn parts in the other direction, causing the fabric of her pants to split over her behind. The claws seemed to not want to hurt her but still they came up bloody.

A few seconds later the hand returned, bloodied fingers latching onto her backside and slipping between her thighs, touching her skin directly and dragging across her buttocks. Finding a soft spot, they latched on and pushed as if grabbing onto her. Another growl as the demon found its prey.

[Assistant] Lily screamed as he tugged on the chain more, dragging her across the floor, whimpering as both dress and skin were torn on the hard surface beneath her. She whimpered as she was pinned down, a foot on her neck, her lithe, battered form stilling as she sobbed weakly, flinching as she was violently stripped of her clothing, trickles of blood running down her pale, dirty and battered skin as she remained motionless, terrified prey, meekly whimpering beneath his talons. Her pleading was gone, mind too blank-frightened to manage anything as coherent as begging.


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Vivi was still attempting to try to process everything that was happening to her. With as confused and distracted as she was, she did not know immediately what Harrison intended, but she followed him all the same. It was just a short walk up to the cockpit, in any case.

The ship grew more cramped for Vivi as they went up towards the front. She had to duck down to get through the doors, but such inconveniences were far from what worried her once they reached the front of the ship. She did not answer Harrison. In fact, she did not seem to be listening to him at all. As soon as she stepped into the cockpit, she just stared straight ahead out the window, mouth slightly agape. She took just a few steps forward and placed her hand on the glass, with her gaze fixated on the stars beyond.

Vivi's mind was a torrent of conflicting emotion. To stand here, a pane of glass separating her from the vastness of space before her, was like the culmination of every failed dream she had ever held. In a moment, it was like she lived through her childhood again. In her mind, she was back in her old, cramped room in her father's apartment, watching a TV documentary on one of the science stations about the mission to their moon. She remembered her excitement, the spark that ignited her ambition of becoming an astronaut herself one day. That greatest of her failed ambitions. It was all like one amazing dream... wrapped up in the middle of a nightmare.

"I did it..." Vivi said aloud, though the words felt sour in her mouth right now. With everything that was happening, it felt like fate was playing a cruel joke on her. Slowly, she lowered her head and started sobbing.

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Well, tears he was expecting seeing that you were in space.. the vastness of it. How it seemed to swallow everything around you, giving you the true realization of how small you are and coming to grips with that fact. Harrison sighed to himself, not wanting to touch the woman, he knew that he needed to give her the time to mourn the loss of the life she once had, knowing that she would be forever changed by these moments, and the future for her was unknown. He could understand that, he felt the same the first time he left on the back of a cargo freighter, leaving his old life behind to find his own way in life.

"Sounded like you've wanted to come up here for a little while now. Childhood dream?"

He spoke softly as he looked over the system screens of his ship, monitoring each one of them to make sure that the ship was going to be fine out here in the unknown. They were still using fuel here just floating so they couldn't stay here forever, slowly he started accelerating the ship, the stars starting to whirl around them as they picked up the pace, they were now only a light day away from their target planet, no more than an hour or so for the hyperdrive system.

"We'll be there soon I'll make sure to find you some clothes when we touch down. And what's your name by the way, like I said earlier I'm Harrison."

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At first, Vivi was only half-listening again, but after a few moments, there was this light show right outside the ship. Yet another thing for her to not understand, it seemed. She only fully fixed her attention back on Harrison when she heard him ask for her name, though still seemed a bit startled.  "My name? Oh, um... my name is Vivi Kierrdenhaltashaikuul." She answered, giving her full and proper name.

Vivi paused for a moment and wiped some of the tears from her eyes. She backed up away from the window, though it was only a few steps before she was backed up against the door. She stayed leaned up against it as she slid down and sat on the floor. She wrapped her tail around in front of her and held it in her arms pressed tight against her, as if to comfort her. "I'm sorry. You're, um... trying to help me, that's what you said? But you don't know where my home is. Where are we going? Why do I need clothes?"

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Harrison knew that she was nervous about it all, this was something new to her, and she was on this ship with an unknown man. He made sure to keep his eyes forward, the hyperdrive coming back on as they needed to pick up speed to land on the planet soon. What he didn't think he would have to explain was why she needed to have clothes, was it not common on her home planet? Either way, here it was necessary if she ever wanted to get off the ship, she would need them.

"Well, its customary in the system and really everywhere you go that you wear clothes outside when facing the public. I'm sure you want to get off this ship eventually."

He didn't know why he wanted to help her so badly, maybe it was just to get her off the ship, or maybe he felt bad for her, but he was going to help her the best way he could, even if he didn't know how that looked right now.

"I can ask around and maybe see if someone knows a way to find your home system, someone got there before so there has to be a way to get that information. We're heading to Dremora 9, sandy planet, but the people there can maybe help." He explained as the ship jumped into hyperdrive again, quickly approaching Dremora, hopefully there, they could both find some answers to their questions.

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Vivi cocked her head to the side slightly. "Oh, why is that? Is it cold there or something?" She asked, seeming genuinely confused. Hers was a species with quite tough, waterproof scales on a mostly warm planet, so practically speaking, they did not have much need for extra protection. Some still utilized clothing for utility or fashion, but their cultures never developed much of a sense of modesty. It was a foreign concept to her.

After a few moments, Vivi did bring herself back up to her feet, having at least seemingly calmed down by this point. "I... thank you for helping me. All I remember last was my car breaking down, then this bright light. I didn't know what was happening, but I guess... they shot me with these needles. Tranquilizers, I guess? I tried running, but they hit me with one after another. I remember the footsteps, I think I hit one of them, then... nothing." She certainly did seem to be describing an abduction, though it was strange that it took more than one dart to take her down.

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Harrison was about to respond, but the sensor system lit up once again, they were coming close to the planet now, and with a few button presses the ship came out of hyperdrive again, the planet now in few, a sandy planet like he said, with massive oceans on either side of it. If it was in more populated space, this planet would likely be a popular tourist destination, but out here in the outer colonies, it was an awfully hot planet with little in the way of laws, perfect for a place to hide low.

"It's just what we do out here. Been around way longer than I have." His response was short as he set up the ship for a landing spot, right outside of a small town on the planet. He was going to talk to a local kingpin, knowing that he would have information, or at least point them in the right direction.

"I'm sorry to hear that happened to you. We'll get you back home and back to normal soon enough. I just have to talk to someone here, he's... helpful, then I'll be back with your clothes and hopefully some information about your home system. Sound good?"

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"You, um, want me to stay here? Alone?" Vivi asked, a sudden pang of fear coming over her. She took a quick glance out the window. It did not look like the most hospitable place, between the sand and the run-down looking town just in front of them, but now that she had someone who was willing to help her, she was also not particularly thrilled about the idea of separating from him. What if someone broke into his ship while he was away?

"Are you... sure I can't come with  you? Is it really so much of a problem if I don't have clothes?" For a moment, she rubbed the top of her head in thought. "Maybe I could wrap myself in a, uh... blanket or something?" She suggested, clawing at any option she could think of to avoid being left alone.