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Each time Trevor had them stop their horses for a moment so he could gather something off of a bush or pluck something from the ground. Some of these things, like the onions and carrots, Oliver was already well aware of. But berries could be a tricky thing, so he made a mental note to remember what kind and what kind of bush his new partner had plucked. Some berries tasted wonderful but were harmful to the body, and some didn't taste that great but were good for you. Ollie didn't want to grab the wrong ones if he were out foraging on his own. Plants had never been his strong suit.

Trevor was looking into some plant and Oliver had dismounted his horse and was watching a squirrel scrabble about the tree limbs with an acorn in its mouth as he waited patiently for the other to decide whether or not to pluck the plant. At about the same time the man noticed something brown and large moving through the undergrowth up ahead, Trevor was motioning him to get down as he had spotted the herd of deer first. Ollie knelt down and took the three or four steps backwards required to quietly remove his own rifle from the saddle of his horse. Then, still kneeling and moving quietly, he rejoined Trevor's side.

The other man seemed to not pay any attention to the herd itself, but rather as if he was looking everywhere but. Most likely, he was on the lookout for any predators who had been stalked the herd before they wandered near the two men. Oliver ran over some thoughts in his head, not sure what he should do exactly in this situation. If there were wolves about, they would need to work together to fend them off and save their lives. But if there weren't, they needed to snag one of these deer before they caught wind of the lurking humans and fled.

"You wanna watch for wolves and I'll take aim at a deer?" questioned Oliver in a whisper quiet enough that the deer didn't seem to notice. All he needed was a nod and he'd aim, but anything against that from Trevor and he'd erase that plan immediately.

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Trevor kept his habits, not fully realizing Oliver watched him with any amount of interest or study. He just did what he knew to do, and in all honesty, he had to taste one berry to be able to tell if it was the right one. That was the nice thing about almost knowing and having a memory of what it ought to taste like. He knew a grown man couldn't survive on these sorts of foods alone for long, but it would buy days, several, in a pinch.

He glanced at Oliver and gave a brief smile. It was at least encouraging that the other one sort of followed his line of thinking offered up action. He'd partnered with a couple in their old gang that just fidgeted like they were bored or even just picked up a gun and shot without thinking nothing through or even asking. So Trevor gave a nod. He didn't expect no wolves to sneak up on them as that weren't their best tactic when in a pack, but he liked the idea of it. "Try to get a clean shot in. We can use the pelt if you do. Meat will be food either way." He also didn't like chasing down an animal to finish it with his knife. He would of course. It weren't a very good thing to do to leave an animal injured like that. Of course a part of him felt suspicious that locals were nervous about this pack. That might make them unusual, hungry for a herd or an animal that might be larger than they wanted.

He shifted weight from one thigh to the other while remaining somewhat quiet. The best thing about this situation, Trevor decided, was that this gave him an idea of how good Oliver might be with a rifle. Sure the animals were kind of calm and still now, but there were a lot of fools out there with guns that couldn't use them. They preferred to flash them around than actually make a good shot. It made the life of a gang member a little easier but also uncertain. You just never knew when a fool stood up against you or a man, hell even a woman, who could draw and fire as fast as the rest of them. He chuckled quietly at not too distant memory when one of their own ran into such a situation. Turned out he only got to the grave a few months quicker than most the rest of them.

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Seeing Trevor's nod in agreement, Oliver raised his rifle and began to carefully look over each doe in the herd, looking for which one gave him the best opening for a clean shot. Ollie never liked it when he failed to land a clean shot and the animal ran off, screaming and bleeding, leaving a trail for him to follow. Sometimes the deer would already be dead, no doubt suffering a horrible death of bleeding out, and other times it would still be squirming on the ground until Oliver pulled out his knife to quickly end it. Getting a clean shot to instantly end the animal's life with no pain and suffering was the best. And, as Trevor said, it would allow them to use the pelt. Even selling it was better than wasting it.

Ollie focused the sight on his gun on an older looking female grazing towards the front of the herd, closest to the pair of men. Her head was visible clearly from where he was squatted between tufts of grass. The man held his breath for a second to steady his aim, then fired. The bullet landed cleanly between the doe's big eyes and she dropped to the ground without even a sound. One of Oliver's more perfect shots, he would say. Of course, sitting out here with just the two of them, he was able to take his time. It also helped that the doe was positioned just right. The others in the herd responded to the loud gunshot by fleeing immediately, kicking up dirt and huffing and grunting as they went.

"Alright. That was a pretty damn clean shot so we should be good to use the pelt or sell it or whatever." Oliver was quite proud of himself, but he did his best to not sound too smug about it. Tooting one's own horn could be quite annoying, and the last thing he wanted was for his new and only traveling companion to think he was too annoying to be traveling with.

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The shot didn't excite him a much as the target going down did. Trevor spent too many years around gun, going off at expected moments and sometimes when no one thought twice about shooting. His nerves all but steeled to those kinds of noises, but he felt like juvenile in his excitement over that deer. His partner could shoot, ride and cook to some extent. Maybe this weren't as bad as he thought. Not having a gang sort of made Trevor feel exposed, but having someone near him who could do more than just, well what some of the other men could do felt comforting on some level. He hadn't really understood how it all made him feel to be alone those days, drinking a little and eating less feeling real lost and a failure. Now just a day after meeting up with fellow survivor they were in the woods about to eat real good and maybe find some wolves to make the locals happy.

"Good and clean." He agreed immediately, moving forward, almost forgetting about the wolves for a minute before slowing down a bit and glancing around a bit. The shot sent almost all the others, small and deer alike, rushing from the area which was mostly okay considering there were only the two of them, and they didn't need more than a deer.

Trevor smiled at Oliver, not at all trying to hide his enthusiasm and happiness. "I don't know about no wolves, but I say we take her back and get her ready. We can get those wolves another day, maybe use some of what is left to lure them. You can bait a predator although it ain't always the one you want to bait. It's real, well I don't need to go into that just now, but I've attracted ones I didn't want before I ran into the gang. It was the only thing I new to do before, when I didn't shoot as well or plan very much." Well he never did plan real well even after that. His plan to follow the water fell apart pretty quickly when there wasn't any water left. Hell crossing it to lose a tail wouldn't have worked either seeing how the horse imprints would've made it easy for them to follow.

He knelt by the down animal, glad she was completely gone which he mostly knew as she fell. "They should've sent you out to hunt more often. Those lazy fellows often come back with bad pelts and ruined meat. They, well I figure they underestimated your abilities."

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Seeing Trevor's smile brought a smile onto Oliver's face as well. "I've never tried to bait a predator before, but we could try to do that to get those wolves out for us." The sooner they were able to get those wolves, the sooner they could move on. Ollie usually liked it when the gang chose an area to settle at for a while, but with the law on the search, it was best to keep moving until something else occurred to take the search off their heads. Settling was a nice way to catch your bearings and he liked being able to know the area, but now just wasn't a good time for that. Baiting would also make use of more of the deer, and he would rather use what they could instead of waste valuable parts.

He followed the other man to the deer, slinging the rifle across his back with the leather strap attached. "They didn't like to send me out 'cuz I was too slow, they said. Said I took too long to catch something and bring it back, and that because of that, I was a bad hunter. But if those fools woulda taken their time hunting, they woulda been able to bring back better pelts and meat." Patience was something Oliver had a lot of and he used it well when it came to hunting. Being quick and sloppy can work in a pinch when you just need something desperately, but taking time to actually track something of a reasonable size and take it out in one clean hit was always better. It was also better for the animal.

"Hunting's something I've learned to do since I could hold a gun. I'm not the best, but I know I'm not the worst, either." Ollie bent down next to the doe and gave her a glance over, but it didn't seem like she had anything eternal that would ruin the meat or pelt, like mange. He was only able to see one side of her, so it was a relief to see that both sides were clear. The herd seemed like it was doing well. Just like this doe, they were all relatively clean and plump, which was great for eating. "Let's get her back to camp." It would be easier to skin her there rather than here, so they could get the entire process of skinning and taking her apart done in one go, rather than start here and finish at camp.

After retrieving their horses, Oliver took the doe and placed it on Roonie's rump, behind the saddle, and tied the doe up so she wouldn't fall off or slip around while they were moving. "You said you didn't know how to shoot well before you joined the gang? What did you do before? If you don't mind me asking," questioned the curious man after he had tied up the carcass.

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In the gang, everyone had a place. It's one thing Trevor liked about it. You started simple, doing grunt work mostly. It wasn't ever that dangerous unless they got raided, chores, supply runs and once a little trust was built, guard duty. It took a display of some skills, ability to listen and just getting a chance to do anything especially dangerous that required an ability to make a shot. Hunting sometimes was just an afterthought, done by men who remembered they all had to eat, and even if a job went well, a town might be to hot to by supplies just after. Trevor thought maybe a man or two back at camp got out, but they mostly went in all guns blazing because they'd had a good amount of men who'd been running with them for a bit, no one too green or untrustworthy for all the good it did them.

Things felt a bit easier once they loaded up the deer and headed back to camp. They had food, not a small amount of it for two men. Wolves or no wolves, that keep them going for as long as the weather remained good, and they might be able to remain warm. "I wasn't much good at raising pigs and trying to impress women. I didn't much care for all the rules and no drinking either. I left home as soon as I could. Turns out I wasn't very smart though. I spent a lot of time working for others and not getting much in return for it. I tried to make a go at it honest like, and almost got me a nice job in a factory, or at least that is what he said until he gave the job to some family members instead. I went home in time to see my pa die, and it turns out he weren't very good at earning either. Lost the farm to the bankers and some men with guns that told me to leave. After that I wandered around until I found me a partner, an older man with a mean bark and quick wit. Or at least I thought he was smart. Turns out he was a con man. We got caught doing something we weren't supposed to be doing, something with papers I didn't understand. He got several years for that, but I was out in less than one on the account I didn't know anything. Winter hit not long after they set me free, and I had no where to go then this gang saw him just sort of wasting away trying set-up camp that would never keep me warm, they said. Soon I was chopping wood for them instead and I had a tent, some blankets, even got me a coat that fit before the first snow hit. A few years after that, they taught me to shoot and read better. I man I could read but not real well, not enough to follow what was going on in court and what I was signing." Trevor shrugged. "I guess you could say I didn't nothing I was good at before the gang. You?"

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As the two men rode back to their camp, Oliver listened silently while Trevor spoke about his past. It seemed like all the men and women in their gang had suffered in one way or another before they joined, and it was no surprise to find that Trevor had gone through his own bought of struggles. Every story about how someone joined the gang was different, though, and everyone always had their own tales to tell and hardships to recount. It seemed like, in Trevor's case, the gang was there as a savior to rescue him from the struggles of surviving on his own in winter and was there to get him back on his feet after the man he had been running with previously had ruined things for him. "I'm sure you were good at things before the gang, you just never had the chance to figure out what," assured Oliver after the other had finished speaking.

"Ah, well, for me, my story's a little different. I lived on a farm with my parents and a brother and a sister. Things were alright there, we made enough money to keep ourselves and our cattle fed. My father taught me how to hunt and I spent a lot of my free time in the woods. But, because my family was doin' alright with money, there was a woman that was insistent that I should marry her. She was poor, and we had known each other since we were kids. We were friends for a while as little kids, maybe when we were ten or so. But I didn't really like her. She was mean, a real mean woman. She wanted to get married because she didn't want to be poor anymore, she said, and that it wouldn't be fair for me to marry someone that isn't poor because I should share my wealth. Well, I told her I didn't like her in that way, and I didn't see her again for a couple of months. But, she caught me doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing one night and threatened to tell the whole town and my family if I didn't marry her. I didn't want to bring that shame on my family. They weren't deserving of having their lives ruined because of something stupid I did, so I agreed. I spent a couple of weeks with her, but I decided that I would hate living my entire life with her. I talked with my brother about it, and he helped me run away from town. I was riding a stagecoach to another town some weeks later when it was robbed by some bandits. They knocked me out rather than kill me like they did the others for some reason. I don't know if you were there or not, but the gang saw the toppled stagecoach and came to see what was going on, found me, and allowed me to join them."

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Trevor hadn't really thought if that way, that if given more time might found something he could do of worth for someone outside the gang. Maybe Oliver was right about that. Maybe Oliver liked to think about the what-if's and was a dreamer where Trevor wasn't except, well except he often wondered what might've been had he the courage to say something so maybe he was a what-if man too. That idea made him chuckle to himself though he quieted down enough to give Oliver proper attention about his story, about saying his past. Cattle ranchers got a lot more respect that pig farmers or even sheep herders. Hell they sometimes even called those fellow cowboys which seemed a step up from even rancher. As far as he could tell though, the only difference between a cowboy and members of a gang was the law was on their side and they somehow found someone to pay for just doing their work. That trouble with the young lady though, it sounded like real nasty business, real personal too. He couldn't even imagine what he'd been up to to let her blackmail him into marriage like that though. There wasn't a whole lot that would've shamed his family, but they were poor, Oliver said his was doing all right. Shame seemed a whole lot stronger for men of means than those without, but something about the way Oliver glossed over it made him wonder. It also sounded like Oliver had somewhere he could go, had a brother even, if it weren't for this personal business with that woman. Whatever that been, it must've had a long life for him to not go back there now.

Gently Trevor clicked his tongue to speed up his horse just a bit so he could get a bit ahead of Oliver so he might see the man's face when he talked. "I wasn't there. Stagecoach robbing can be some real nasty business, and it's risky. It's a good way to get the local law on you fast. If they wore their masks proper, no reason to kill anyone though. Some gangs just like the killing. Hell they might even be more after the blood than the money sometimes." He paused. "Coming in like that, I can see why the boys might've been hesitant to trust you, but we've trusted faster for less. You ever write that brother of yours, let him know you're all right?" That was a personal question, would've even been a suspicious one if they were still in the gang which they weren't. Trevor probably couldn't explain why he asked, not really, but knowing a man had family that might wonder about him, want word of his passing or his well-being, it seemed important to know as a member of a partnership. He didn't ask the question he really wanted to know just yet, about the girl and what she saw. He figured if Oliver wanted him to know, he would've said. They weren't that close, not yet.

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After Trevor's horse had sped up enough so he was slightly ahead, Oliver looked to him as he spoke again. He couldn't remember if Trevor was there that evening or not. The entire day seemed to blur together after he was knocked out and he couldn't remember certain parts of it. "We weren't carrying anything of value. It was just me and a few others who wanted a ride to the next town. They probably meant to kill me, but I guess I just got lucky." That was the first time Oliver had really experienced anything like that, and it certainly hadn't been the last once he joined the gang. The men that were robbing them had killed two others before hitting Ollie hard in the temple with the butt of his gun. After that, he had been woken up by one of his future gang shaking his shoulders and asking questions.

"I used to write to him every now and then. I didn't want the gang to think I was trying anything against them so I sent him stuff in secret. I just wanted to let him know I was okay and to make sure he was also okay. I haven't written to him in a long while, though." Ollie's notes to his brother were always vague. He didn't want him to know that he had started to turn against the law, that he killed and robbed people for money. Instead, he told his brother that he was traveling the country, earning money by picking up jobs here and there. Which wasn't entirely wrong, he supposed. He was traveling the country and he was doing the occasional job, just the jobs weren't always legal.

"If you ever want to learn to read or write better, I can always teach you," he offered, remembering that Trevor had said before that he wasn't very good at either. "I was lucky enough to have someone teach me when I was young." He glanced over to the other man as he mentioned this. Reading and writing was something Oliver was learning that wasn't as common as he had thought. His entire family and a few of his friends had been proficient in the skill, but out here, in the real world, not everyone was able to focus on the luxuries of reading and writing. People had to focus on surviving and that left no time for anything that wasn't just that. But in this advancing, changing world, Ollie felt that maybe it would come in handy. It surely would have in Trevor's case, where he was conned into working for that man.

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"Not everyone was real nice about things like that." Trevor would've liked to say the boss weren't too hard on that sort of thing, but he just didn't know. He'd cut himself off everything and everyone outside of the gang sometime ago. Maybe that's why he felt so defeated when it was all gone and gone to something dumb to. No take was going to be worth all that, but for some men the temptation for a big win became too much to let go. There were a few men aging amongst them too, and Trevor never doubted how quick they might cut dead weight.

He focused on Oliver again trying to decide if the offer was genuine or a something to pass the time or maybe a judgment. At this point, he figured he ought to keep trusting his new partner until he proved not to be that trust worthy. "I, well I can read some of the paper even." Not all of it though. At least he could see what wanted and bounties signs said and maybe count enough not to get ripped off. Books were heavy, not something they could carry around much. He wondered if Oliver liked them enough to put them in his saddlebags. He knew other men kept things they liked around, special things that meant more to them that it looked like. One of the had a bible at least once. He saw it hidden behind the saddle blankets. Trevor wasn't sure why he hid it because it weren't like he'd be the only one to believe... might be one of the few that read from it though.

"If there's time I'd like that. We don't have a lot of candles or oil for reading at night, and I try to keep busy, earn my keep." He frowned after a moment. Maybe that was strange to say with a partner and not a gang. He didn't really know. "Well you know, when there is time it might be worth the effort. Can't say I'm a quick study with everything or much though." He gave his partner a brief smile. "Shooting was probably easiest. I mean you gotta get them first or, that's it, so my heart's been in it ever since someone told me that." He glanced at Oliver. "One the dust settles, and if you told him about the game, maybe you can write him to let him know you're okay. If I had a brother, I'd be pretty worried sick about them headlines saying a gang was taken down, taken down hard."

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Reading the paper was always a good way to get information, and it was good to hear that Trevor was able to read it at least somewhat. He hadn't meant anything rude by offering to teach him to read, he just wanted to be nice and help the other man. Oliver hoped that he hadn't taken it in any other way than that. He was relieved to hear that Trevor would be happy to be taught to read, though.

"That is true. If we ever get any free time during the day, we can try to go over some reading things, if you would want." Survival would always come first, which meant no wasting resources like candles and oils to produce light. But if the pair ever stumbled upon some free time, they could fill it with reading and writing. Oliver did have a small book he had bought some time ago stored away, and that could be good to go over. Newspapers might be even better so they could keep up on the country's happenings.

"I never told my brother that I was in a gang," he admitted when Trevor spoke about writing his brother. "I've been telling him that I'm running around the country hunting things and exploring. I don't want him to worry about me because I'm in a gang or think down of me for it. A lot of people don't like gangs, and he's probably one of them." It was just easier this way. Thought, with the gang, they were always moving around the country, and he was able to tell his brother truthfully about the area they had moved into.

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"Oh." It was probably a dumb idea that Trevor had to believe Oliver might tell his brother he was in a gang. He tried to figure if his father was alive if he'd have told him... except if the man was alive he wouldn't need to be in one would he? Would he be ashamed of him, his son, being in a gang? Was that why Oliver didn't tell his brother. Trevor hadn't really thought of that a whole lot. He knew there was always fear of knowing where the gang was at and anyone new turning them over to the law. He'd only seen them act on that suspicion once though, and they'd been mostly right. Mostly because the was talking to the law, but Trevor never thought he meant to turn in the gang so much as one sour member of it. They took care of the one problem and the other didn't last too long after that either because he had a habit of doing the wrong thing to the wrong people and, well, the luck just run out one night.

"Yeah, you're probably right about the worrying. I guess I, well I didn't think too hard about that. The worst we'd ever done was just rob mostly, not a lot of killings compared to other gangs." And those other gangs, they avoided a lot too. It wasn't that at the height they couldn't hold their own since they actually could, only that they saw no reason to get into a big enough turf war to bring on the entire territory on them both. It was one of the reason he stuck around so long because their leadership weren't always right but spent so much time trying to avoid notice not gain it. He also liked not being told to rough up any locals to get information or money out of them. It wasn't their thing to do something like that. They weren't good men but hadn't been all that bad either, not so terrible.


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Hayleigh's breathing grew more erratic and desperate the more her mother's tongue probed and drank from her flower. Her clit throbbed as lips and tongue brushed over it. Her lips quivered against her mother's mouth as her hips churned more intently now.

A hand reaching for her mother's hair as she held herself against that hungry mouth. Eyes closed, mouth opened, all the whimpers and moans left Hayleigh unable to speak. Never before had her body felt such an intense sensation.

Fingers curled into her mother's hair as her other hand mashed the firm globe in her hand. Suddenly dizzy and lost in the ecstasy of the moment her body crept every closer to a peak that threatened to tear her body in two.

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The sounds that she managed to squeeze out of Hayleigh were so delicious as well as her juices. Adriana was slowly losing herself, which in some sense was good as then the whole lovemaking will be more natural and less planned.

She pushed her index finger in Hayleigh's ass, feeling the resistance followed by the sucking sensation.

"Yess baby..." she hissed between licks "Lose yourself. Do it for mommy." she giggled softly.

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By the point where her mother's finger penetrated her tight virgin asshole, Hayleigh's body was already writhing and teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The way her mother's mouth ate at her sweet young lips rippled through Hayleigh like waves of fire and electricity at the same time.

She suddenly felt very thankful that the resort saw fit to put them in a bungalow far away from any other guests because her cries and groans sounded more like they were killing an animal in the room instead of having sex. Despite the fact they were engaged in incestous lesbian sex didn't diminish how embarrassed she would be if the resort heard her cries of ecstasy.

"Mommy...!!" Was Hayleigh could get out before her body arched back. Tight and frozen in time, her head spinning, her body vibrating and shaking as a spasm shot through her from the point of her mother's mouth. Her cry came out in one long sustained breath as she seized up above her mother's mouth.

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Adriana had never heard anyone make the sounds that Hayleigh was making. That added fuel to the proverbial fire and she could not resist but to reach down and touch herself. Hayleigh was making her go wild like no one had done before.

There was a faint concern whether or not the bed would hold, but given that these bungalows were offered mostly to newlyweds and so on, it stood to reason that they would have been made of a strong material. Hopefully...

"Cum for mommy..." she growled "Do it for me..." her finger that was in her ass started moving, probing her tight, warm and velvety nether region...

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The way her body clenched and froze, Hayleigh felt as if she was frozen in place for the span of a lifetime. In reality it was more a matter of seconds before she let out a heavy throated growl. Folding forward over her mother's head, her body spasmed uncontrollably. Her hips grinding with intense need as her whole body erupted through her pussy.

She'd never cum this hard before and swore she felt a stream of juices squirt forth. "PPhhuuuccckkk... Mommy!!!" Hayleigh didn't care who might have heard her cry out as loud as her gasping, breathless panting might let her. All she knew was her body exploded with fire and electricity and moisture as she spasmed over and over against her mother's mouth.

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Her face covered in Hayleigh's love juices drove her to the edge and she had another orgasm right there and then. She gave a loud moan and her whole body shuddered underneath her daughter.

"Good girl..." she managed to purr and caress Hayleigh's inner thigh. She freed her other hand from probing her daughter's ass. "Lie down honey..." she said softly, feeling suddenly very tired. That was the most intense sexual experience in a while... maybe even ever.

"Let's rest for a bit before we hit the shower..." she giggled and wiped the juices from her face, though managed to taste some. "I am glad the bed survived..." she snort-giggled.

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Collapsing more to the bed than laying down, Hayleigh fought to catch her breath and slow the racing heart in her chest as she whimpered with the random, short bursts of aftershocks shooting through her body from her core. Every inch of her skin tingled with the electricity of her orgasm. Heat and sweat glistened on her skin as she rolled onto her back, chest heaving causing her small breasts to jiggle slightly.

Wiping warm red strands of hair from her face, she lay panting softly, eyes closed as her mind registered every tingle and tremble. Her legs still shook from the intensity of the orgasm.

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Adriana moved up a bit to rest next to her daughter. Reaching with her hand she pulled her close, to spoon, while she laid on her back. "I love you baby..." she purred and caressed her forehead and gave it a gentle kiss. After tonight that had a double meaning...

"Is being with a woman close to how you imagined it to be?" she grinned.

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Hayleigh snuggled against her mother's shoulder. Her body still trembling slightly but every bit of her body bristled with arousal and excitement. Feeling her mother's body pressed against hers in such a lovingly sensual way only added to the words that slipped from her mother's lips. Love in so many ways they transcended the love that a mother and daughter shared. The maternal energy, the closeness of their relationship up to this point. It all suddenly seemed more real and tender.

Leaning in as her mother's question lingered in Hayleigh's mind, she pressed her lips to her mother's full, wet lips. The taste of her own orgasm still strong and tangy sweet on those lips, Hayleigh let the kiss linger for a long moment, projecting her own deep love for her mother. "I love you Mom."

Taking a long breath as she broke the kiss, resting her head back on her mother's shoulder, fingers lightly caressing the skin of those full pert breasts. "I don't think I know what I imagined Mom, but somehow this is goes way beyond anything I might have imagined."

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Adriana smiled at Hayleigh telling her that she loved her. This time it sounded and felt a bit different. In a sense... it felt kind of right. If things were different she would not have hesitated and would have jumped right into the relationship and even would have considered marriage.

But in this scenario the last part was out of the question, so they would have to resort to being secret lovers.

"I am glad I could be of service." she giggled and kissed Hayleigh on the lips, then on the tip of her nose. "A bit of mother-daughter bonding." she grinned "Teaching you the ropes." she sighed and relaxed "Though there will be some more lessons to follow." Adriana smirked.

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Snuggling close against her mother's naked body, the tingle of her orgasms still strong on her skin, somehow this felt right to Hayleigh. Of course she'd never experienced much of a loving relationship with anyone up to this point, and certainly not with a woman. But never once in the past few relationships she'd had did cuddling with whoever she was with feel this comfortable.

Hayleigh pressed softly into her mother's kiss, feeling her cheeks go warm again. The jovial way that her mother discussed what they'd just done almost caused Hayleigh to frown a bit. She didn't want this just to be some taboo tryst they engaged in on a trip. Something inside of her yearned for much more. "Mom, you and Cynthia were in love. But hid your relationship from Dad and her husband right?"

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Adriana looked at Hayleigh when she asked her the question "Yes, we were." she was not entirely sure where she was going with that. Maybe she had given her the wrong impression? It was as good a time as any to clarify things.

"Do you want to be in a relationship with me, like that?" she asked, suddenly turning intense "If the answer is yes..." she paused not sure how to phrase it in a way that it might be construed as pressuring "I will say that too." not the best way, but better than the alternative in his mind.

"But if you want to keep it as just some experimentation, I will understand." she added carefully, hoping for the former.

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Hayleigh's hand reached up, brushing her mother along the cheek with her fingers. The slight pressure pulled her mother's face gently as Hayleigh gazed up into her mother's eyes. There was confusion in her mother's eyes. _No... no confusion... apprehension, anticipation._ She could see the way her mother's expression changed.

The pressure of her fingers on her mother's face increased slightly as her mother tripped over her thoughts, trying her best to express herself and the way she must have felt. The pull of Hayleigh's hand on her mother's jaw would suggest turning to face Hayleigh, to lay close facing her. "Mom, I want you to make love to me the way you made love to Cynthia..." Hayleigh whispered, gazing at her mother's face, eyes darting between eyes and lips. Her voice shaky, full of concern that if she didn't say what she was feeling, she'd chicken out and everything would end. "I want to feel what being your lover means on every level."

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Adriana nuzzled Hayleigh's hand and even managed to plant a small kiss. Looking her daughter in the eyes had a rather hypnotic effect on her. She had looked at her lovingly before, but this... this was different. There was a mix of the two types of love, which made the feeling stronger...

She gave Hayleigh a broad and warm smile "It will be more than that..." she whispered and leaned her head forward to kiss her on the lips. "We will share this love together." she continued after she pulled her lips back, though their faces were still pretty close "We will make love to each other and we will feel complete."

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Hearing her mother's words, Hayleigh did the one thing that felt natural and normal; she leaned closer, pressing her naked body against her mother's while pressing into a firm kiss. Sliding a leg between her mother's thighs, Hayleigh pulled herself until she felt their bodies press together as one. The heat and energy of what they were both now feeling, sharing in that moment rippled over her skin like an electric current.

Hayleigh purred deeply into the kiss, the hand on her mother's face slipping down along her arms, wrapping around her shoulder until she could pull her mother firmly against her. All Hayleigh wanted was to feel her mother's lovely naked feminine form pressed so close they would become lost in each other's skin.

She felt herself swell again. Her breasts tingled, nipples reached out to touch her mother's own nipples. The warmth in her core this time wasn't need or lust but desire and loving passion. A feeling she'd never shared with any other lovers before now.

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Feeling Hayleigh on top of her sent a giddy shiver down her spine. It seems her daughter unwittingly knew how to treat her. Something her father had not learned in all their years together. She pushed the last thought back, there was no point in thinking about him. Especially now, in this situation...

Hayleigh was pushing all the right buttons so without saying anything she reached and held her daughter's face so that she could give her a long and passionate kiss. Slipping her tongue---which had tasted her flower earlier---into Hayleigh's mouth.

Her other hand ran gently over Hayleigh's back, caressing so ephemerally that the tips barely connected with her skin causing a pleasant tingling sensation.

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Their breasts pressed and rubbed together as Hayleigh pulled herself closer to her mother's body. Her skin flared with heat, not just heat of desire, but what she felt certainly seemed the heat of loving passion.

Her mouth opened for the kiss, accepting her mother's tongue happily. Greeting the tongue with her own, Hayleigh sighed happily into the kiss, pressing her own lips. The tightness in her chest spoke more of the feelings surging through her body than anything else. Her heart raced. Every inch of her skin tingled at the touch of her lover's body on hers. The lingering taste of her recent orgasm still strong on her mother's tongue as they pressed deeper into the passion of the kiss.

The glide of fingernails on her back caused Hayleigh's back to arch, causing another deep moan to escape her throat. Her mother's soft sensual loving caresses only made Hayleigh want what they were sharing that much more. Damn the consequences.

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The thought that Hayleigh could taste her own orgasm made Adriana squirm in pleasure under her daughter's hot body. Cynthia used to do that to her, when she went down and squeezed her out of her juices, she would not wipe her face before Adriana could have a proper taste. And now... now she was doing this to her own daughter. She was teaching her the things she had learned when she was younger, as a proper mother would do. The thought that a proper mother would not have sex with her own daughter did not occur to her at that moment.

She was beyond all those inhibitions, they had crossed the boundaries and that was all that mattered to her at that moment. Her leg started moving instinctively rubbing Hayleigh's still sensitive parts. "I love you baby..." she said again, Adriana could repeat it all night and that would still feel soo good...

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Hayleigh let her body go as she rolled more on top of her mother's warm, naked feminine body. The soft curves she had normally made Hayleigh feel self conscious about her body, but right now, those curves and lines pressed against her in all the right places.

Her kiss intensified. She could feel more than desire pouring out through their shared kiss. There was a deep emotional love that only two lovers might share. It didn't matter that this was her mother, this passionate love they shared in this moment transcended that.

Her hips gently ground back as she felt her mother's thigh press against her swollen labia. She gasped in response more exhaling deeply than speaking "I... I love you Mom." Hayleigh's body shuddered as her clit brushed her mother's thigh.

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They were positioned in a way that Hayleigh's leg touched Adriana's own pussy, so with each movement she too was humping her daughter. That made her own breathing to go faster. Both their legs were getting wet from their earlier releases so each movement made a wet sound, along with an occasional clap and so on.

The two of them did not really need to talk to share how each felt at the moment. Adriana could read her daughter like an open book at that moment and she was sure that Hayleigh could do that to her too.

"We sure have..." Adriana managed to say between her attempts to catch her breath "... a lot of stamina..." she giggled and grinned before she kissed her again.

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Moaning into the kiss, Hayleigh's body relaxed slowly drifting to the side as she kissed her mother's lips hotly. The press of hot skin against her wet mound send jolts of electricity along her back, causing it to arch. Her clit ached for more.

Not realizing it, Hayleigh's body moved into more of a position where her mother could be in control. Unconsciously wanting her mother's experience with women to take control. Her skin tingled, body yearned to feel her own mother make love to her, to show her how deeply and passionately she loved her daughter. Despite all the reasons why this was wrong, Hayleigh knew in this moment giving herself to her mother as lovers was the only thing in the world she wanted.

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Adriana moaned back into the kiss as Hayleigh's movements were also teasing her own sensitive flower. This was the most times she has had sex in one night. Who would have thought that she only needed to cross the line with her own daughter to experience that?

She moved her hips as well, so that their legs would stimulate their sexes, slowly building up speed as her own arousal started to increase. "Yes baby..." she purred.

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Rolling onto her back, Hayleigh's leg opened. A deep throaty moan escaped her throat as she felt her mother's thigh press more firmly against her. Driving her own leg further against her mother's lips, the wetness of their shared arousal spread over her hot skin. A shiver rushed over her body.

Her breath turned to heated whimpers and pants as arousal washed into her mind, removing any doubts that may have lingered in the back of her mind. Her body, heart and soul were her mother's to love as she desired.

"I've never... felt so loved... or free Mom." Hayleigh groaned out not exactly sure where that thought came from or why she felt a need to share. All she knew was that she wanted to feel herself and her mother come together in their shared lovemaking.

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They were almost doing what was known in porn as scissoring, but since neither of them were a performer in that particular form of entertainment they did the closest and best approximation.

Either way both were enjoying this a lot and Adriana hoped at that moment wished she had been a decade younger, to have that extra stamina. Although when she thought about it... Hayleigh's love was fueling her and making her go forward.

"Me neither baby..." she whispered between moans which were getting louder as she was approaching another climax. She was no longer able to last that long, given her heightened state of arousal and the sensation of humping each other with her own daughter. "Let's cum together baby..." she smiled lovingly.

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Shifting her leg a bit more, feeling her mother's intensity start to grow, her back arched deeply as he suddenly felt the warm wetness of silky hot skin press against her own. Suddenly Hayleigh and her mother were kissing in a way that only two women can and her body erupted with a sensation she'd never felt before as their lips brushed over each other. Their clits nuzzled each other and Hayleigh's hips shifted wanting more.

"Gawwwpphuucck Mommy... I'm cumming...." Hayleigh's hand went to her mother's cheek, pulling her into a deep passionate kiss as her body exploded into a series of spasms and jolting heat. The arousal she felt drowned her mind with love and admiration as her body reached a point of orgasm that she'd never experienced before in her young life.

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"Me toooo baaaby..." she grinned into the kiss as she had her fourth? orgasm that night. That was her first, Cynthia had managed to do it thrice... Hayleigh as improving on that. In a sense her relationship with Cynthia was the one that had made the one with her daughter possible. It had prepared her for it...

They were both sweaty and Adriana gave her a loving look while pushing away a wet strand of hair hanging in front of he Hayleigh's face. "Love you baby." she mewed and wrapped her hands around her waist, pinning her to her body.

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Hayleigh's panting and whimpering came in rhythmic time with the movements of their bodies. The sounds of their wet lips pressing together as she pushed up against her mother's lips with her legs to keep contact while they lay pressed together. Her body shook and trembled uncontrollably as she felt her whole body tense and release over and over again.

What she felt next both scared and surprised her. She felt a heavy trickle of liquid erupt from her lips as if she were peeing, but this was different, more intense.

Finally crashing back against the bed, panting erratically fighting to catch her breath she looked up at her mother. Eyes half closed with ecstasy, her body tingled and thrummed with energy as sweat trickled down along her warm tan skin. "I... I love... you Mom." Hayleigh fought between gasping breaths to reply as she felt her mother's body press down against hers. The warm flesh filled her with more than just ecstasy, she was warm with a sensation of love she'd never felt before. A feeling she never wanted to lose as she wrapped her arms around her mother's sweaty naked body, holding her close.

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Adriana could sense the wetness and the warmth of the liquid that Hayleigh produced trickling a bit on her own thigh. That made her grin, "You are a squirter... like your mother." she giggled breathlessly and caressed Hayleigh's cheek "Your father liked that..." she sighed and gave her a brief kiss on the lips.

"We should..." she managed to say "... take a shower..." Adriana smiled. She did not say that they would have to change the bedsheet, wondering what would the cleaning ladies think has happened. She did not care, but it was an amusing thought nevertheless.

Tonight she was going to sleep like a baby. After so many orgasms, she felt drained but in a good kind. Adriana looked forward to having many more such evenings...


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"More?" He had come in with quite a few bags, hadn't he? Fey glanced down at the bags and then back up just in time to feel the blanket draped over her shoulders, soft and fluffy and ridiculously child like. He'd gotten her another blanket, just because she seemed so attached to the one that she'd been brought in? Or was the weather preparing to become cold, and that was why he was purchasing such a thing? No matter the case, she couldn't help but to run her fingers of the material with a look of awe before she clutched it loosely, eyes widening as he handed her even more things!

The pants and shirt were a welcome change from the dress she was currently wearing, but she tilted her head in confusion when he handed her the entire bag after that! She looked at it uneasily while trying to figure out how to juggle everything, and after shifting the blanket to one shoulder and holding the clothes on that side, she took the bag and peered inside to see what it held.

Ah. Well, that might have explained why he didn't pull them out or say anything, especially when he'd seemed so embarrassed about misunderstanding her to be there to provide him sex. She propped the bag against her side and gave him an inquisitive look at his question, staring blankly until she realized what he was referring to.

"Demon? No, is fine. Like home, almost." She shrugged, looking around and then waving her tail in the general direction of the bathroom. "Bath, yes?"

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Jonathan smiled as Fey seemed to enjoy his gift of the blanket, pulling it over herself loosely as he handed her the remaining items. She didn't have the same visual reaction with the pants and shirt he had given her, but that was alright. He was sure she'd appreciate the chance to change out of that dress after more than a day in it. His eyes fluttered away from her gaze as she examined the underwear, but he was sure that she would appreciate that as well. None of that was surprising though. What was surprising, or at least to him, was her reaction to his poster. "Like home" huh, well that was good he supposed. At least it hadn't come off as creepy in some way. He felt like he might not have been as understanding of it, if he were in her shoes.

"Well that's good. You can have it if you want?" He offered. although he wasn't sure of the logistics of that. He guessed the living room could be her room technically, and they could hang it in here? He'd have to consider that later though, as she asked him about a bath. He blinked before nodding, yeah that sounded like a good idea. "Yeah sure, why don't you take a bath and wash up while I put all of the groceries away." He smiled again, hoping that his friendly demeanor might win her over. She was kind of like a cat. She didn't like him too much, slept on his couch and cost him a lot of money. The one hope being that if he was nice to her she wouldn't try to scratch him again.

"Um, there should be towels in the closet. Just use whatever one you like." He instructed as he picked up a few bags of food that needed to be sorted in the fridge. "You know how to use the shower right? Like how to turn it on and stuff?" he asked, suddenly aware that that may be a problem.

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"No no, do not need." Why would she need the poster when she could look at it whenever she wanted? Or perhaps it was a deterrent to keep her out of his room, she hadn't thought about the fact that it might have been considered intrusive. As it was, her brain was warring between her distaste for humanity as a whole, currently, and her desire to be polite so that his good will toward her would continue.

"Uh..." She wasn't stupid and knew what the showers did, but managing to start it properly herself was another story entirely. "Turn things, water comes out?" She gave him an almost painfully shy look and shuffled toward the bathroom, wrapping her tail around her leg before slipping in and turning on the light. The bag went on the floor before she looked around, eyeballing the shower handles before hesitantly stepping forward. What was the worst that could happen? It couldn't kill her, it was only water, and she'd been in human showers several times since her arrival, even if they had been less than pleasant in their roughness and briefness.

"Turn, and then water." She turned one of the knobs and watched the water pour out of the faucet, staring at it and trying to determine what to do to make it come out of the shower portion. "Water?" She could figure this out, it wasn't that hard! The shriek that left her mouth when she finally did figure it out said otherwise as cold water sprayed down and hit her in the face, and she reared back with a hiss and loud sputtering.

"...Like that?"

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Jonathan followed her into the bathroom tentatively, ready to offer help but not sure how cautious she might be in here. She would be getting undressed soon after all. His eyes couldn't help but notice how her tail wrapped around her leg in a mildly embarrassed fashion. The shyness wasn't necessary, but he had to admit, at least eternally, that it made her look pretty cute. At least as cute as a demon could be, he reminded himself of the healthy dose of fear he still possessed for the creature living in his house. Hopefully now that she wasn't hungry she wouldn't sharpen her claws on his bones or something.

Her next display made those fears seem unfounded though as she fidgeted with the shower knobs uncertainly. He couldn't blame her, even as a human taking showers in new places was sometimes confusing. Hotels especially seemed to take great pleasure in knowing that it took their guests thirty minutes to figure out how the shower head worked. With those thoughts in his head his hand reached out a second too late, as Fey was splashed with cold water. She jumped back almost into him, and almost reflexively he put his hands softly on her shoulders so that he could hold her steady. "Hey hey" he whispered softly. "It's alright. Why don't you let me show you how it's done?" He offered. "It's not so hard once you see how to do it."

He slid by her slowly, hands coming to the knobs, turning them so that warmer water could flow out. "So yeah, just this way for hotter, this way for colder." He explained, although he hoped it didn't come off as condescending or anything. "Um besides that there's shampoo and conditioner over here." He made sure to point it out for her. She had very long black hair he had noted, and she'd probably like to take care of it. It was pretty, although it had started to become matted from what he presumed was a lack of shower opportunities with his uncle. "Sorry I don't really have any body wash for girls or anything, I guess you'll just have to smell like me..." He trailed off.

With that, he awkwardly shuffled past her again, out of the room. He made a note to buy some soap for her the next time he went shopping as he began to close the door for her. "There's towels in the closet. Just take whichever one you like. Uh, I guess shout if you need something?" He offered as he finally shut the door fully, ending the odd one sided conversation.

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"Very cold." Her nose twitched as she wiped the remainder of the water from her face, looking at the shower far more apprehensively now that it had attacked her like that. "Yes, you show." That way if it decided to throw any more frigid water it would hit him and not her. He seemed willing enough to take the risk, although she quickly deduced that was because he was well experienced in operating the shower.

"Hot, cold." Fey nodded in understanding as she edged slightly closer to watch him, glancing at the mentioned hair care and then nodding. "Clean is clean." She shrugged. As long as the products weren't so scented that she couldn't breathe around them, she would accept just about any just to get out of that dress and away from the smell of that other place. Then again, the blanket still smelled like it, but he had bought her a new blanket, so that would serve as a fine replacement.

"Yes, shout if need." She went straight to work on getting towels after he left the room, setting them on the sink and stripping down before digging into the things he'd bought. All she needed for the actual shower was a brush, which was found easily enough, and everything else could wait until afterward. Clothes, teeth, once she was clean of the stench and could dispose of the dress, all would be well again! Would it be poor taste if she'd shredded it up, since Jonathan hadn't been the one to buy or force her to wear it? Could she even use her claws yet, or did she need more blood to have anything longer than her current nails? Did it even matter what happened to the dress now that it was off her?

Brushing out her tangled hair was a relief in itself, but standing under the hot water and having it work at her sore muscles was heaven. Even sleeping on the couch had been an upgrade from the worn mattress she'd slept on on a floor, but it did nothing to soothe how sore her body was from the past neglect she'd experienced. It was such a relief that she was almost unable to force herself out of the shower, but some time later Fey forced herself to turn it off and get out, wrapping up in a towel and turning her attention to the actual clothing now.

Underwear, check. Pants, check. Shirt with strange picture on it, check. The other thing... well, she looked at it with a certain amount of disgust, but wriggled into one of the bras before realizing it didn't fit. Okay, so did she just not wear one at all, or did she see if another of them fit? Just how many had he gotten?! There were several different ones in there in varying colors, and a quick glance made it appear as though he'd just grabbed several and hoped for the best. On second thought, that was probably exactly what he had done. Wearing them did seem to be common human practice, and after a few minutes of struggling she was able to find one that fit and was comfortable enough she didn't want to scratch off her own skin.

"I can throw out?" She came out with a towel draped over her shoulder to catch the water from her hair and the dress in one hand, an uncertain look on her face as she approached him. She couldn't think of any reasons he would want to keep the dress himself, but her analysis of humanity was flawed at best.

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Jonathan walked away slowly from the bathroom door, half expecting another yelp to sound at any moment. When none did, he nodded in satisfaction before heading back to the kitchen to put the rest of the groceries away. He wasn't entirely sure what demons ate, but it felt appropriate to buy more meat than he normally wood. That all went into the freezer along with some jumbo bags of frozen broccoli and other vegetables. They didn't taste as good as fresh, but they were so much cheaper, and you could get so much more this way. Cost was definitely important and moving forward, once his uncle's money had run out, he wasn't so sure how he could support them both.

I mean, his salary and lifestyle were kind of set up to support only one person, not two. Food cost, utilities, they were all going to become a lot higher, and it wasn't like he was going to tell Fey that she couldn't take a shower. He'd just have to figure something out, he decided with finality. Yeah, something he sighed as he slid in a quart of ice cream into the freezer as well. At least that would still be there for him later. Nothing like some sweet chocolatey goodness to help get your mind off of things.

He sorted the rest of the food with relative ease, pasta going in the cupboard, vegetables going in the crisper draw, beer above the vegetables. All where it should be. He found himself hoping that his guest would like pasta, it was cheap, easy to prepare, and he usually made it quite often. Maybe if it came with Bolognese sauce it would be meaty enough for a demon... truth be told she still scared Jonathan a little bit. Sure, she wasn't from Hell, or at least she said she wasn't, but she had definitely tried to lash at him the first night they'd met. He supposed he couldn't blame her, but there was a difference between not blaming her and thinking it was ok to get his eyes clawed out.

Another growing part of him though, was starting to become more used to his new guest. Or at least, less surprised by her. Honestly, she seemed too small and cute to be a real danger to him. She also looked to malnourished to really fight right now anyway. Though, he supposed that could be her plan to lull his defenses are something. That felt unlikely though, she still seemed much too confused about her surroundings to be setting a trap. His thoughts continued to linger on her, as he could hear the shower running. The shower and her... it brought some ''interesting'' thoughts to mind. Did she look like a normal human under those clothes? From the outside she sure did but who really knew what demons looked like when they were *ahem* naked. He found it hard to focus as images flashed in his mind, turning his face red. Not as red as hers, but it was close.

He was so distracted that he didn't hear the shower turning off. In fact, he almost jumped in surprise as he heard Fey's voice, turning around quickly. She was dressed now, with the clothes he had bought her, her old dress now held out in one hand. She didn't look angry, which was good. He was pretty sure that she couldn't read his thoughts or anything like that but then again who wanted to risk it when they weren't sure. Especially when he had been thinking some... ''distasteful'' things. His was still flushed as he gulped, almost missing what she said as she spoke. "Throw out?" he echoed dumbly, before his eyes caught sight of the dress making the connection. "Oh! Uh, yeah sure, if you don't want to keep it?" He half asked. He knew she probably didn't like it, but it was a nice dress. It had looked good on her, he though as he remembered the brief moments when he'd seen her in just that. A memory that was doing his blush no good.

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Why was he looking at her like that? Fey gave him a curious, slightly apprehensive look in return. Had she said something incorrectly, was there something on her face she'd missed, or something else entirely? The way that he was stuttering over his words was both intriguing and concerning all at once, and the way that his cheeks were turning red was just downright confusing.

"No, do not want keep." Her expression turned to one of distaste at the thought, and she nearly dropped the dress right then and there. "Throw out." She waited patiently for him to show her where the trash was to dispose of it before she returned her towel to the bathroom and pulled the bags of clothes into the living room. It made the most sense for her to be remaining on the couch for her stay there, and she tucked the bags against the side of it before taking a seat again. She was clean, he'd fed her blood already, now what was she supposed to do?

It was the first time since her arrival and capture that she'd been anything close to safe, and Fey found herself unsure of how to handle it. She was grateful, certainly, but that didn't erase the apprehension or curiosity of the situation from her head. It didn't make her magically trust the human that was hosting her, not when she still had that damned charm on her tail. The appendage came to wrap around her legs as she drew her knees up and settled into the corner of the couch, looking around but making no direct attempt to interact with anything until she spotted the remote. Of course! She swiped it up and began poking at the buttons, moving through the channels at an almost frightening speed before she began to slow down and actually look.

"Ah... shower was nice, thank you." She flushed upon realizing she had taken so long to say it, fidgeting on the couch and glancing his way. "Clean is good."

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Jonathan watched Fey, and almost let out a shy of relief as she didn't react to him beyond some mild form of confusion. It appeared that she didn't have any form of telepathy, which was good. He found that he was thinking about things he shouldn't be half of the time, and the other half he was focused on stupidity. Speaking of which, he had zoned out again, only coming to as the demoness expressed her insistence that she be able to throw out the dress his uncle had ''delivered'' her in.

He nodded at her, showing her to the trash can located within his kitchen, where he watched her throw out the garment with disdain. She really hated that dress... although he supposed if he were forced to wear some skimpy clothes in order to be paraded in front of a stranger, in the hope that it would make them want to fuck you, he wouldn't care much for them either. Indeed, she already looked more comfortable in the new clothes he had given her, working with them more openly as she organized the rest of the clothes in the bag and brought them near the couch. It seemed like she had embraced this area as her room, which Jonathan was fine with. Everyone needs a place where they can feel at home, and even though it didn't offer much in terms of privacy he was glad that she had found it.

After she finished settling back in, he watched with a bit of amazement as she grabbed the remote and began flipping through the channels on the TV. Just yesterday she had been afraid of that thing, and she was looking for her favorite show or whatever. It was almost like she had become an American over night, he thought with a chuckle. He blinked though in surprise, when she turned her eyes away from the screen to thank him for the shower. She looked a little timid while she did, as if she wasn't sure how to exactly. "You don't need to thank me..." He said, feeling a bit sorry for the girl. It didn't take a genius to know that she probably hadn't been allowed to wherever she had been kept at before. "You can take one whenever you want. And I'll get you some better smelling shampoo for next time." He promised with a smile, noting that her hair looked even pretty now that it was cleaned up and combed. "So uh, what show are you looking for?" He asked, awkwardly breaking the silence.

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"Whenever I want?" That sounded absolutely divine, and she looked at him with an awestruck expression before realizing he'd asked a question. All commentary on the subject of shampoo disappeared as she looked towards the television as if seeking an answer.

"Show?" Was he asking what she wanted the television to show her? Animals had been her first choice, but the more that she thought about them the hungrier she realized she was. The blood had given her enough energy to bring her back from the brink of death, but she was still tired, and still very, very hungry for actual food. The thought of animals and hunting teased at the predator in her, urging it forth only to be slammed back by the barrier the charm created. No way to get home, no way to hunt as her kind would until she had gotten her strength back. Animal blood... animal blood in this world wouldn't cut it.

"Thinking animals make me hungry," She admitted it reluctantly, setting the remote down in her lap and looking toward him shyly. "What else here good?"

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Jonathan blinked, suddenly self-conscious that he hadn't offered her any food during her entire stay there. Fey wouldn't eat him if she got too hungry, right? "Oh uh, sorry about that. I can make some food now if you like..." He turned back to the television, not really sure at all what she would like. "There's lots on. A lot of it is good." that was kind of a lie, but he supposed that she would probably figure that out for herself soon enough. "Why don't you keep looking while I whip something up?" he asked with a diplomatic smile. he didn't really think she'd attack him. Not anymore, but he still didn't need to upset his demon guest anyway.

With that, he came over to the kitchen, still well within her view. He pulled out some chicken that he had been defrosting since last night, hoping that it and some pasta and a tomatoey sauce would suffice. "Uh this is chicken." He offered to her, explaining what he was doing as he did it, not sure how much of it she would get. "Do they have chicken where you're from?" He asked, genuinely not sure, but maybe if they had some similar bird, it would help him explain it to her. He didn't want her to think he was poisoning her or anything. You never needed someone paranoid around you were you sleep.

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"Food?" Fey perked up visibly at the thought. "Yes, can look." She could sit there and push a button repeatedly while he cooked, that was something even she could manage.

"Chicken?" Fey paused in channel surfing to look toward the kitchen, glancing at the thawed meat and then shrugging. "No, not there. Know them from here, though. Make little eggs, little babies, but can eat eggs if get fast enough." Or something like that, she knew humans had been farming and keeping them for centuries as a source of food, so clearly it was an acceptable option now. The important part was that it was meat.

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Jonathan couldn't help but to laugh at Fey's description of a chicken. Still, he supposed that it was fairly accurate. He smiled softly at her as he got the food ready "well then, why don't you enjoy the TV while I get the food ready." He began heating up the oil to sear the chicken in while putting up some water to boil as well. He always liked cooking, and pasta and chicken wasn't too hard and shouldn't take too long. Which was good, if she was really hungry. The pasta went into the water, then the chicken into the oil for a few minutes. While that was cooking up, he was sure that Fey could detect the scent of it permeating the apartment as he began taking out the ingredients, he needed for tomato sauce.

He pulled out a can of whole peeled tomatoes and began mashing them up in some water and stock before adding some cream. He even threw in a few sun-dried tomatoes to add more taste, some part of him wanting to show off a bit. The chicken was cut up and the pasta was drained, before everything was stirred together. He knew it tasted good, but as he put a portion into a bowl for Fey, he couldn't help but to be a little nervous. He hoped she'd like it... "Here you go!" He offered as he walked back into the living room with the still hot food, a mixture of nervous and excited to see her try it. As he looked around, he couldn't help but to feel embarrassed about his sparsely decorated apartment.

"Sorry, there's no table. I guess we can just eat on the couch?" He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly as he spoke. He really never had guests over, and he had never needed a kitchen table or something like that. Even if a friend did pop by, they'd be in and out in a second not sticking around for dinner. Plus, it wasn't like he had really cooked for a girl like this before...


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Roses were flourishing in King's Landing. Having arrived just in time to save the city during the Battle of the Blackwater, they were now being feted and hosted by all the city. House Lannister, knowing that they owed the timely intercession their victory, was in the midst of seeking new positions on the board of the game of thrones. However, some pieces were more important than others. Sansa Stark, for example, had lost her place of importance. With no need to keep her engaged to Prince Joffrey, she'd been cut loose from her betrothal. Instead, he was to marry Margaery Tyrell and the realm was in the midst of rejoicing the announcement.

Sansa Stark, however, was far from worthless. The Tyrells, spreading their vines, had their sights set on her. With her siblings all dead, disinherited or missing, the title of Warden of the North would fall to her. The Tyrells could see that, so they put their part into play. Margaery had been brought into the city with a bushel of cousins who were all Sansa's age. Old enough to be of age and to marry, but young to still how the flower of youth. They had taken Sansa into their company as if they'd known her all her lives and treated her as if they'd known her all their lives.

Elinor, Alla, and Megga, Tyrells from junior branches of the House. "Roses from lower on the bush," quipped Elinor, who was witty and willowy. Megga was round and loud, Alla shy and pretty, but Elinor ruled the three by right of womanhood; she was a maiden flowered, whereas Megga and Alla were mere girls.

As the eldest, it fell to Elinor to carry out the duty of approaching Sansa. Finding the isolated young Lady, she swept behind her in the halls of the red keep. She grasped Sansa's arm and took it in hers and smiled happily, "There you are, Lady Sansa! I was wondering if we might take a walk into the Wierwood today? I've always held a deep curiosity about those strange trees, and I have it on good authority that you, as a Northerner, would be an expert!" Without waiting for a reply, she began steering Sansa in that direction, hijacking her stroll to her own ends to get her in private.

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Sansa was a little freer now than she had been before. Joffrey was not distracted with his new bride to be... but he had made it clear he would never let her go, never stop tormenting her. But it wasn't as bad as it was, it did however give her time to reflect on how bad things had gotten.

It had started with Lady, Lady would have protected her but she was killed for the crimes of another. For a time she had considered was it deliberate and cunning on Joffrey's part but as she had grown to know and experience his cruelty she knew it was far too long term for him. Then her father and all of his guards... and Arya was missing. She might be dead or sleeping in some hedge, Sansa often prayed in the sept thanking the Seven that dead or alive at least her little sister wasn't here. Kings Landing had sounded like a dream but it had slowly turned into a nightmare. At least she was given some bit of a reprieve.

When someone unexpectedly grabbed her arm she pulled away reflexively without thinking. The care free young lady she had been in Winterfel would never have done that but now she was less confident more skittish. She recovered quickly putting her arm back into Elinor's "I am sorry Elinor, you startled me I was deep in thought."

She walked with Lady Margaery's cousin. The Tyrell's had been nice to her... the Queen of Thorns had been harsh but only in the way she was with everyone and not when Sansa had broken down confessing how Joffrey really was. They could have told Joffrey, speaking as she had though true was treason and she feared he would rebuke her in far worse ways. But they had kept her confidence. She gave a soft smile, there were ears everywhere but the Godswood was quiet, few southerners bothered with it. Still she had to correct the obvious flaw in what the Tyrell's request. "A walk would be welcome but I have to disappoint you the Red Keep is too young, it has a Godswood but no Weirwood tree was ever planted her. It is still a nice area if you would like to see it and I can tell you a little about the Weirwood trees."

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Elinor nodded along intently. She did not truly care about the trees, but she was attentive and well mannered, and could seem interested in whatever her talking companion was saying. "I see! This is why I consider myself grateful to have an expert on the subject." She said as they stepped down the hallway. "We have a Weirwood Tree at High Garden, you know..." She said, talking of nonsense flippantry until they could be well alone. "They say it was planted by Garth Greenhand himself!"

When they were finally away from the thin, thin walls of King's Landing she began to open up a bit. "How are you holding up, Sansa?" She asked with a tender voice. Her hand squeezed the back of Sansa's, "I can tell you are as tense as a bowstring." her voice was full of sympathy. "I'm very sorry about what happened to your father. I can't imagine what it must have been like."

They came upon the Godswood, and Elinor stopped to lean upon one of the trees so she could face Sansa and look her in the eyes. Her chestnut hair was bound loose on her shoulders and her gold and green dress hung from her body loosely, outlining her body as if she sat in repose on a fairy stone. She put her hands behind her back and rested them between herself and the bark as she leaned. She tilted her head and gave Sansa a look of deep and unabiding sympathy.

Elinor was usually content to keep the topic light. Normally the budding Tyrells kept their topics light and casual, focused on song, poetry and fashion. Today was the first day that Elinor had truly engaged with Sansa on a human level. "You know that we Tyrells have grown to see you as one of us, right? Should you need anything at all, we'll do everything in our power to help you."

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"He planted three and they still grow there if the books in the Red Keep are to be believed." Sansa gave a soft smile. "High Garden does sound very grand but you don't have to downplay it. I am a guest of the Crown but I have spent some time lately reading of other places thanks to the kind graces of the Queen."

Sansa nodded and gave an answer that in some ways was chilling, practiced and spoken many times before. "Thank you for your condolences. I mourned my father as any daughter would but he was a traitor to the crown. Good King Robert trusted him but he betrayed King Joffrey so he had to act." But he did not have to take his head. She understood politics more now and did not mention what she had been told beforehand, that he was to take the black. He would be alive and maybe some day she would have seen him again or at least written letters but in a moment of spite Joffrey had escalated his sentence to make a point.

Sansa kept her guard up and chose her words carefully, it seemed it would take time for her to relax around anyone even a member of House Tyrell who had shown her compassion and discretion. "I am thankful for your concern, the Queen and Lady Olenna have been kind to me when few others shown more than mercy. I would be happy to repay that kindness though I have little here but when the war is over I should be able to arrange some hospitality in Winterfel. It has not felt the touch of Garth Greenhand but the lands of the North are quit different. Save for Dorne I would think the most different of all of the Seven Kingdoms." She had learned the hard way that careless words could mean dire consequences. Elinor seemed pleasant but she had only met her in passing before. She would have been a little more relaxed with the Queen but even then she did not want to insult her by speaking too liberally.

Still Elinor was pretty, maybe if the war could end in diplomacy she would marry Rob... or perhaps Marcella but she was still too young and a baby would increase confidence in a union. Peace seemed a long time off and the Crown would want wards. Bran and Rickon were dead, Arya had disappeared... Jon was in the Nights Watch and a bastard, he was the safest of them all. It was her and Rob.

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Elinor walked around the tree, raising her hand to let it brush against the leaves as they passed underneath it's ancient branches. She was listening to Sansa. When she spoke about her father, Elinor winced visibly. Such hateful words did not fit the mouth of a sweet girl like Sansa Stark.

She turned to face her again and said, "Never-the-less," in a way that implied skepticism to Sansa's words. "It is a hard position you're in, and my sympathies go out to you, my lady." She walked around the tree and arrived behind Sansa. She put her hands on the girl's shoulder and gave her a comforting squeeze. "You are in a hard position and we can see that."

She decided to be a bit more daring, and decided to reveal her true mission here, "You don't have to stay here." She said, "Lord Tyrell has enough sway that we could whisk you far from here. Perhaps not back to Winterfell, not at it's present state, but perhaps to Highgarden." She tried to make the prospect sound appetizing, "The trees will soon be turning red and you should love to see them. Highgarden's groves are lovely this time of year."

Elinor moved to sit upon the roots of the old tree and crossed her legs. Her hands rested gingerly upon her knee as she said, "Perhaps you could stay and marry into our family. There are many seeds of House Tyrell that could use with a bit of tending." She reached forward and gently guided Sansa to sit next to her, "We could be as sisters. I know you already have a sister, but it would please me greatly to be close with you as well."

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Sansa smiled softly. Elinor could afford to speak more openly but she had to be more careful in how she speak. "If you had a sister like Arya you might not be so keen. She was never good at being a Lady. Better at causing trouble for everyone. I sometimes wonder why father brought her here, it was all I wanted when we left Winterfel but she was never happy about it."

She considered the offer. "Your offer is kind, it would of course be considered with acknowledgment of the kindness you have shown me." She considered pressing her luck. "If a good match could be made with a member of the Queens house perhaps I might be so bold as to beg a further kindness. Perhaps she could arrange for a messenger to deliver a letter informing her of this to my Mother. I would not object to the Queen reading it before it is sealed."

She sat on another root. "But that is getting ahead of myself. Highgarden does sound wonderful. I fear my presence is a constant reminder of my family and fouls his humour." Many things fouled his horrid demeanor... she had to be careful Kings Landing once sounded wonderful.

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Elinor giggled a little when Sansa spoke about her girlfriend. She was delighted to be reminded about her own family. "Show me the person who does not have a sister who is a holy terror, and I shall show you a person who born with only brothers!" She said, speaking to the universality of annoying little sisters. " I have three myself, and enough cousins to fill the Great Hall at Harrenhall!" She said flippantly. She knew that her own issues were minor compared to Sansa's and her eyes were sympathetic for Lady Arya's plight.

"I'll make sure word gets out to her." She promised. "But..." She was hesitant to engage in spycraft but found the moment required it. So she said a bit more pragmatically, "Perhaps it be best if we wait until you're well away from King's Landing. I fear, and my Grandmother too, that if word gets out of what we may wish, that the Queen will put a stop to it." She said, referring to Cersei.  Her hands fidgeted together. "When we're there, we'll send word to her. We'll even send word from her to come see you if she wishes!" She tried to assure Sansa that this would be no stage.

She was revealing her hand. This was to be done under the noses of the Lannisters. Sansa would be spirited away from King's Landing in the dead of the night, but at least she'd be safe from Cersei and Joffrey. Elinor stepped closer, bobbing up and down on a tree root as she stepped over it before she stood very close to Sansa indeed. "My grandmother does not entirely trust the queen.  I beg you, Lady Sansa, please do not tell a word of our plan to anyone. Should they hear it, any hope of actually doing such a thing will be lost forever! You could be married off tomorrow if the Queen wished it so!"

She realized how close she was standing to Sansa now and her breath hitched a little. Sansa was a lovely girl and her scent called out to Elinor. She looked her into the eyes and spoke with her lips, "I could not bear to see you unhappily wed, Lady Sansa. It would crush me."

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Sansa tensed... she for now mostly forgotten and only occasionally tormented. Did she dare risk what little semblance of peace she had gained? Would it last regardless... it was a risk. She would not be truly free in Highgarden either at least til she was married. Still it would be better than here. And seeing her mother? Was this a ploy to capture her too, perhaps force her uncle to withdraw the Riverlands with her as a hostage.

She tried to keep her face placid and calm but it was plain she was struggling with the choice... at least she was taking it seriously. Her eyes watered at the edges, she had denounced her father a moment ago in a practiced manner but now she was clearly terrified. She nodded "They must not find out, we have to be very careful. You don't understand what they'll do to both of us." Her big doe eyes stared directly into Elinor's pleading.

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Elinor felt such compassion for the girl. It was like those eyes sang out to her and beckoned her heart forward and out of her chest. She could see how scared she was and Elinor felt an instinctual need to protect and cherish. Her small hand went up and cupped Sansa's cheek.

"Be still, my Lady." She whispered. "I do know the risks. My grandmother made them quite clear." She did not like to think that she was one of the less important Tyrells, but it was true. "I wish to help you. I wish to see you safe and happy!" She quickly added, "We all do."

She was standing closer to Sansa now and she caressed her cheek with her thumb. Perhaps they could be seen by the windows of the castle, but it was not uncommon for two girls to be intimate with each other, so long as no boundaries were crossed. However, just thinking about those boundaries, made Elinor feel yet more pull towards Sansa.

"They won't find out." She promised, "We shall be discrete. We shall be patient and above all," She tilted her head and stared at Sansa. She wished to kiss her. It took all willpower to prevent her from doing so. "We will be careful." She told herself, and hesitantly pushed herself away from Sansa.

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Though Sansa had gained hard one experience in some areas in others she was still influenced by her sheltered upbringing. Unlike Elinor she hadn't even considered those boundaries being crossed... well she had heard a few scandalous things but ladies didn't do that. Elinor's touch felt nice, her hands soft. Her cheeks changed a few shades darker as she blushed without realizing... indeed while her mind did not realize her body was still reacting. Elinor is so pretty...

When the Tyrel woman pulled away she felt a little ache. She had learned from Joffrey and his House how cruel the touch of another could be... a gentle touch was tantalizingly rare, a treasure to her.

She had a slight look of disappointment on her face her mask having slipped. She was breathing a little quicker. She composed herself before speaking. "What should I do or should I just continue the exact same for now? Will anyone ekse be talking to me about this or just you." Her doe eyes were wide with a mixture of anxiety and excitement.

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Elinor noticed the way that Sansa looked at her. It made Elinor immediately regret having to pull away. Perhaps it was this regret that made her say the words, "We should meet in secret." She quickly answered the question. "The queen will not grow too suspicious if such a small rose as I and you spend time together. If anyone asks, we will just tell them that we are enjoying 'Amiable Companionship'" The little flirt to her voice hinted that she had an agenda.

Elinor reached out and took Sansa's hands. "Just continue as you are from now. I know things will be hard, but I will be here for you, Lady Sansa. You're no longer alone. I promise."

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Sansa's hands were of course soft, she had known hardship but never a hard days work. Innocent Sansa didn't pick up on the subtext, she tried to keep her face composed and avoided a big grin on her face. She merely allowed a small one, faint, difficult to see from a distance but definitely there for someone close. A smile just for Elinor. "I understand, thank you Lady Elinor."

Hope had flowered and it was hard not to look forward to seeing Elinor again soon. That night she dreamed a rather intense dream. She was in Highgarden the wife of the Knight of Flowers, laid back on a bed of embroidered flowers her husband's body on top of her pressing her down into the goose feather mattress, it was exciting and filled her with lust. As he kissed her and pulled away he did look like Elinor from a certain angle. Dreams could be confusing... she was quite aroused and disappointed when she awoke in Kings Landing, maybe some day.