[User] Eva looked up at Jason with his cock still firmly wedged between her big tits. His precum had lubed them up and made it easy for his cock to slide in and out of her cleavage. Eva felt a hand on the back of her head guiding her mouth back around his cock. Eva then got into a comfortable position and got to work giving him a blowjob. After a good 20 minutes Eva finally pulled her mouth off of his cock her jaw a bit sore, but she could tell he seemed just as hard as before and probably ready to fuck her now.

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Jason wasn't at all surprised to find out how good of an obedient cocksucker his mother was, but he was surprised to find that she was giving him the best blowjob of his life by far! Her tits were perfectly wrapped around his cock, she gave just the right amount of suction, a nice pop every time she would come off of him for air. But as good as it was he still wasn't cumming. No, he wanted all of her.

"I sure am. You made me this way, mom." He told her with a deviant grin, learning to love the taboo of their actions, the fact that it was his mother sucking his cock only getting him hotter. As she continued sucking him off he would take more pictures, even a few videos to send to the group. It was clear she was popular, just about any guy would kill for a shot at her.

After a good 20 minutes she came off of his cock with another loud pop, eyeing him lustfully as she was clearly ready for more, as was he. He stood up and pulled her into a deep, heated kiss, not for a second minding the taste of his cock on her breath as their tongues lashed and he manhandled her thick ass and tits. As their lips parted he turned her around and bent her over the edge of the bed, pulling her booty shorts down before spreading her cheeks and prodding her pussy with his tongue, lapping at her clit and savoring the taste before standing back up and pushing his thick mushroom head against her slit. "You fucking ready for this mom?" He asked before turning his camera on, recording his initial penetration and sending it to the group.

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Eva moaned as she felt his cockhead rub against the entrance of her pussy and then spread her lips apart. He was far bigger sliding inside of her than she had expected. So big, so thick and so hard she felt like she was being impaled on his huge shaft as she felt inch after inch slide deeper and deeper into her. She gripped the bed as her ass cheeks jiggled slightly. Her heavy tits hung down towards the bed swinging back and forth like pendulums as she felt his hands grip her hips and begin to work his cock into her pussy. It took a little bit for her to get used to him let alone become lubed enough to take him more easily. Her pussy lips gripped his cock tightly and stretched back whenever he tried to pull out of her. Eva couldn't believe this was her son fucking her and was fucking her better than any man she had been with before.

Eva didn't care that he was quickly filling up the chat with videos and photos of her her taking his cock. She was too turned on and needing his cock so badly. She happily rocked back and forth feeling his cockhead soon hit her cervix and filling her up completely. Eva bent her head as she closed her eyes having never experienced so much pleasure at once. She whimpered each time she felt his cockhead hit against her wall sending a jolt of pain through her body followed by a wave of pleasure. It didn't take long before the room was filling with the wet slapping sounds of her pussy trying to take all of his huge shaft. Eva begged him for more loving every second, inch and feeling that his cock was giving her. Her nails dug into the sheets as she bit her lower lip as she felt him begin to pick up the pace.

Plenty of the guys in the chat were begging for more content to watch and stroke to while a few dared to ask to join in with him. On Jason's phone some of his friends had woken up and were sending him messages asking what he was up to for that day. Eva moaned and cried out in pleasure bouncing faster back and forth on his huge pole as she soon felt her first orgasm rising up quickly inside her.

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Jason was on cloud nine as he relentlessly thrusted into his mother, the wet, squelching sound of her pussy swallowing his cock mixing with the crisp claps of his hips pounding against her ass filled his bedroom. Her tits swung beautifully and her ass jiggled with each thrust, she could easily have been a pornstar, and with the videos he was sending out she may as well have been.

As he kept the pace up he loved hearing his mother moan, praising him and his cock for what it did to her. He would look down at his texts occasionally, seeing guys sending Dick pics to the group and offering to join in. His friends also started blowing him up, unrelated, but it got him thinking.

"Darius, bro. Some crazy shit is going down." He texted. "Remember how you always called my mom a MILF? Turns out she's a total fucking slut since the divorce. Get your ass over here and your cock lubed up and you can fuck her ass! Door's unlocked, we're in my room." He sent to his friend Darius, a high school senior, 6'4, with a nice muscular tone from playing football. His BBC got hard as Jason followed it up with a video of his mother's tits and cunt.

Jason then pulled out of his mother and laid back on the bed, his foot-long cock ready for me. "Ride me, mom. Make your man cum." He urged her, wanting her ass exposed for Darius who was already on his way.

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Eva gasped as she finally felt him slide out of her now well fucked hole. She was gaping wide open and was catching her breath when she watched him roll over and lay down holding his cock straight up for her. Eva had no idea his friend was already on his way over. Eva then climbed up onto her feet. With how tall his monster cock was she had to stand over top of him. Lowering herself down she felt his cockhead push its way back inside her well soaked pussy. It felt so good filling her up again and she squatted over him moving up and down until she had gotten used to enough of it that she shifted down onto her knees. Bouncing up and down she leaned over to smother his face with her big bouncing tits.

Eva's big round ass bounced and clapped as she moaned again throughout the room as she worked her hips against her son's thrusts. He was so big and it felt so good. Eva had given up on thinking about how wrong it was what she was doing. The pleasure was too much to pass up and her son was amazing in bed. Her toes curled every time his cock pushed deep inside her and hit her wall. Eva shook her tits smacking the sides of his face as she worked her hips more against his speeding thrusts.

Eva didn't even hear the front door open as Jason had left it. Eva was too deep into the sex to even hear the bedroom door open and the big black male standing there taking off his clothes looking at the older woman bouncing happily on her son's big dick. Eva turned around and her eyes went wide seeing him stroking his big black shaft. She instantly recognized him as her son's friend and one she had been eyeing for several years now. Eva blushed feeling Jason's hands grab her ass cheeks and spread them wide inviting Darius over to what he was called over for.


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Momo had sped away in a speed walk for the ages and the increased pace plus sudden fear of the strangers' wrath had led her heart to race a bit faster than she'd anticipated. Mind you, she was not out of shape in the least but having Suri catch up and cut her off with a pat to her behind did not help in the least. Thankfully, her sudden break away from the scene had caused her to flush enough that a little extra redness would not be noticed at all.

"Oh? You mean you weren't really gonna hit me in the face with a ball?" Momo quipped, reaching out to push Suri's shoulder with a mock-challenging tilt of her head. She simply ignored the squats comment, unsure of what to make of it. "Could've fooled me, you butt!" She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, still breathing a bit deeper while she tried to regain her equilibrium.

"My revenge will come, you know. One day... One day, I'm going to get you back." Her words sounded ominous and might have been convincing--to a stranger anyway. They both knew good and well the day she tried to do anything to Suri was likely still far off. Momo wasn't really the pranking type. She was usually too worried about not hurting someone so even when she had good ideas (she'd actually had a few) she ended up watering them down til even a 5 year old wouldn't think them funny. "Anyway, were you waiting long?"

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"O-of course not!" Suri sputtered out the retort, still trying to catch her breath. She raised her voice a touch, not out of anger but to be heard over the surrounding shoppers. Pure terror lanced through her chest as she feared that maybe she had pushed Momo too far with her usual antics. What if she wanted a true fresh start?

It was a silly thought, one she'd never voice aloud for fear of being teased. Yet, the question plagued her all damn summer. Friendships changed; this was an undeniable fact of life. People went from being joined at the hip and all over each other's social media presence to barely acknowledging one another.

Momo and she had survived numerous life events, from deaths in the family to the difficult leap of attending a magical boarding school. Could their friendship survive the difficulties of adulthood though?

That nagging, unwanted fear vanished when Momo pushed her, making her realize that she was not truly upset with her. "Not too long," she said, reaching down to turn off her music. "You've been mentioning this revenge forever and a day, Momo-bear, but I've yet to experience it. I think you need encouragement. How about a little wager?"

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Being who they were there was no way that Suri would know Momo's own fears, brought to the surface at such random times, in many ways echoed her own. Granted, Momo's fears stemmed mostly from a singular confounding problem she had but the result was much the same: she never wanted to do anything that would drive her best friend away. For years now she'd held on tightly to the jumbled rush of feelings and desires where Suri was concerned. Even going so far as to spend her first year at Hogwarts hopping from boy to boy like a certain other brunette she knew. In the end she hadn't been able to keep up that little game and by late that year it was pretty much known to all that mattered that her true interest lie with the fairer sex. She didn't enjoy males romantically at all.

Of course, once she'd come to terms with that little gem her other problem had become crystal clear. And infinitely more problematic.

Calmed to some degree by the way they'd finally begun to settle into their usual rhythm, Momo reached out to snag Suri's arm with her own and pull her into an easy stroll. While they were not so last minute that they needed to rush for anything, at least not yet, they had come to Diagon Alley with a purpose and she intended to see to it that they didn't get entirely sidetracked.

"A little wager?" Her tone was immediately wary even as her fingers curled into the fabric of the witch's hoodie. Suri had a boldness to her that Momo could not quite match in these sorts of things. "Like what exactly?" Her wand was tucked away out of sight while she leveled her narrowed, questioning gaze at her friend.

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Distracted by Momo's close proximity, Suri almost forgot where she intended to go with her spur of the moment wager idea. She recovered in a matter of seconds, hopefully quick enough to avoid her bestie noticing. "Don't look at me that way," Suri said with a short laugh. "It's nothing too bad or painful. I promise."

Suri paused for dramatic effect, knowing it would annoy the hell out of Momo, but also because she couldn't settle on the best choice. Suddenly, it came to her.

"If you can get back at me for all the crap I've put you through... for years... I'll be yours for an entire day. We can do whatever you want." She observed Momo's face as she tried to get a good read of how she felt about the proposal so far. "However, if you fail, I'll never let you hear the end of it AND I get to pick your next girl-toy."

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Suri's promise only served to raise Momo's wariness to a new level. Not that the seventh year thought her friend would actually try to hurt or humiliate her but she was pretty daring. Her ideas often warranted a healthy dose of caution in the same way that Momo's could do with a bit less. Which was why Momo's only reply at that point was to scoff and roll her eyes.

Once her gaze leveled once more on the unfairly attractive pureblood, Momo expected the reveal to come and when it was not so quickly forthcoming she found her hold on Suri tightening. "Oh my goodness, what?!" She prompted with some impatience, hoping the flush from before hadn't once again risen. She'd have no excuse to cover for her this time. ...I'll be yours for an entire day.

She knew better of course. Her logical mind knew that Suri couldn't possibly mean that sentence in the way her addled brain had chosen to take it but she couldn't seem to help herself. Her lip tucked itself beneath the edge of her teeth as her gaze darted away, her flush growing a touch warmer as she tried to focus on the rest of what Suri was saying.

Pick her next what?! Panic for some reason overcame her sudden bout of shyness as she openly gaped at her friend for a long moment. "Oh, hell no. Uh-uh." The potential prize was a sweet one even if Suri didn't mean it the way Momo wished she did. However, the thought of Suri picking a date for her was mortifying in more ways than one. She just knew she'd pick someone terrible.

"Nope. Not happening. Uh-uh. Try again, Suri-cat. " Her lashes fluttered cheekily. "Knowing you I'll be stuck trying to flirt with that one girl in Hogsmeade who talks to herself and says her dad is a Dementor. Nope."

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"Jeez!" Suri said, easing her abused arm out of Momo's tightening fingers. "Your patience needs more work than mine!" Rubbing her fingers against the throbbing point, she pursed her lips into a pout. Her arm did not hurt too much but she knew when to milk an opportunity.

"Mmmhmm." The nose was soft and far too knowing. Suri then did her best to appear innocent but her less than pure thoughts ruined the facade. "First you hurt my arm and now you break my heart." Suri shifted her arm to lace around Momo's waist; a gentle tug brought her friend the tiniest bit closer.

"Say yes, Momo," she whispered in a low tone, fingers pressing against her friend's back with a light amount of pressure. "I promise, you won't regret it." It took an immense amount of willpower not to lean across the small distance and kiss her best fucking friend right then and there. Suri was determined not to fuck up. Rushing was too much of a gamble. "You trust me, right?"


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"That's not... you can't..." Victoria's eyes were wide in disbelief. Her head shook slowly, long hair cascading over her beautiful, glistening face. The other woman was walking brazenly through her lab, swaying and shaking, and there was absolutely nothing Victoria could do to pull her eyes away. She demanded attention. In particular, Victoria found herself obsessing over the way her companion seemed to blend strength and femininity. She'd felt the strength under her fingertips, on her tongue. The scientist could not explain her fascination but was utterly enraptured by the taller woman. Still, she couldn't possibly, could she? Things were getting out of hand, it was time to put a stop to their encounter.

Only she obeyed. Despite her uncertainty, despite the demand of logic to restore some sort of order to their situation, all she could do was stand and settle herself into the chair. The tall woman had found another container, and Victoria was clear-headed enough to be thankful there was nothing truly toxic immediately at hand. Why she was so curious escaped Victoria's comprehension, until she saw the woman approach with the now-slick rod in her hand.

"Wait... just... hold on... it's..." but she trailed off moaning, clearly aroused, helpless against her own desires.

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Maxine looked her companion up and down, a satisfied grin on her face assessing the image of the woman trapped by the fire burning between her legs under the taller woman's command. Dropping to her knees, Maxine's glistening hand moved between Victoria's thighs, gently grazing the soaking lips that rest between before sliding a lone finger between her companion's pussy lips, pushing her finger towards the squirming woman's entrance, then pulling back before letting in a second finger to slide down again; though as they reached Victoria's hole, they slid in, adding any excess lubricant on her fingers to the already dripping wet hole.

"Mmm... just... hold on? Now, why would I do that, Victoria?" Maxine didn't offer much time for the other woman to respond before taking her fingers away from the walls that twitched so invitingly around them, then stood herself up and bent over, and the taller woman's gaze settled hard on Victoria's eyes. The back of her hand nudged at the other woman's knees and spread her legs as much as the chair would allow room for before touching cold metal to molten hot flesh, sliding the tip of the rod up, and down the outside of the other woman's pussy as her fingers had just a moment before.

A mischievous grin and an eyebrow that was ever so slightly raised accompanied the eyes staring into Victoria's with every intent in the world to keep her eyes right where they were as the cold metal slid back down to Victoria's pussy and Maxine pushed the rod into the other woman, stopping after about half of the rod had been buried in the other woman, intending to save more of the chill of the metal for later on.

"So, Victoria," Maxine spoke with a smoldering tone, letting the arousal still burning in her drip off of the other woman's name, "...do you still want me to 'hold on'?"

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A grimace crossed Victoria's face, then a long, low moan. She shifted her hips in the chair and tried to push her legs further apart. Even with the warming lubricant the rod was long and so impossibly thick. Victoria had never felt anything that size inside of her. It was almost painful, right on the line, but that meant it was a blissful, pleasurable discomfort. She was so full, but when she looked down, her wide, shocked eyes saw more than half of the rod still remaining outside of her pussy. Victoria shuddered, the woman was a lunatic, completely insane, why was it so fucking hot?

"S... so big..." she gasped, "P..please..." Her head tossed from side to side. She wasn't sure if she wanted more or less. Her body was completely on fire. Pleadingly, she looked up at the taller woman, moaning again, begging. Her nipples were hard, her breasts jiggling with each ragged breath. Her fingers gripped the chair tightly, so tightly she could hear the armrests creaking. Her pussy was soaking wet, and gods, warm. A side effect of whatever lubricant the taller woman had managed to find was an intense warmth that seemed to drive Victoria crazy.

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Maxine debated for a moment what should come next. The woman beneath her clearly loved every part of what she was doing, and seemed to be not only excited, but begging for what was to come next. Her hands clamped down on the chair as tightly as her pussy did on the rod that was pulling it wide, and some mixture of the lubricant and Victoria's nectar started to drip into the seat, which drew a wide grin from the woman commanding the rod.

The scene before her was truly a delight. Such a delight that Maxine honestly considered, for the briefest of moments, finding a way for the both of them to enjoy the bliss that metallic rod seemed to elicit from the almost overly-aroused woman beneath her. After a moment of pondering, and realizing any idea she had would not be able to be implemented quickly enough for her satisfaction; she filed the idea away for their inevitable... 'second encounter'.

Then, in her charming way, with an added huskiness, she giggled as she considered that she was planning a second encounter.

Though, she supposed that the giggle could have been perceived by Victoria as something else, so she continued, "Mmm... please---what-? I can't exactly deny you what you're asking for if I don't even know what it is you're asking for, Victoria." The arrogance in her voice was certainly a facade, but whether Victoria could both figure that out, and call Maxine on her bluff was a different story; while Maxine was enjoying relentlessly teasing the woman beneath her, being a huntress she did also enjoy some back and forth in situations like this, where she was taking... a different kind of prey than she normally had, but to her, prey all the same.

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Victoria was in agony. The taller woman refused to move, refused to continue working the large rod in and out of her spasming pussy. She needed more and desperately so. Her body was on fire, chest heaving, nipples tight. Weakly, Victoria's head swayed from side-to-side as a series of whimpers and moans escaped her lips. She'd never felt so aroused in her entire life, but at the same time, she'd never felt further from release. Being on the edge, being kept on the edge was driving her to distraction, and with pleading eyes, she looked up at the beautiful huntress.

"I.. I need..." She tried rolling her hips, moving her body in defiance of the taller woman, but she couldn't find the rhythm. Lacking any sort of leverage, Victoria could not force the rod further inside, nor could she remove it. At least not to the degree that would finally bring her to climax. No, to reach that height she knew she was going to need cooperation from her companion. That helplessness, that realization brought a fresh wave of moans and shudders and sighs. Her body wanted to surrender, really, it already had. What remained was for Victoria's lust-beleaguered mind to follow.

Impulsively, she spared one hand from the chair's armrest and began to fondle her heavy, heaving tits. She cupped and rolled the breasts in her slim palm. Her fingers dug into the firm flesh hard enough to leave small marks and then curled and tugged around her nipples. It was the act of a woman driven mad by stimulation, her movements jerky and in sync with shudders from her pussy, still stretched to the limit by the large rod. She couldn't take any more!

"To... to cum," she finally said it, "I need to cum... please... please don't... don't stop! I... I beg you!"


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Emiko waved away his apology with a smile of her own as she peered upwards at him. "I wasn't waiting that long. I had just finished my coffee when you arrived, so you haven't been keeping me waiting at all." She would admit it was a little odd seeing Bakugo smile, especially considering what she remembered of him from their youth but it was a nice change from the short-tempered hero she remembered.

"It's okay if you don't remember me right away, I tend to blend into the background sometimes. But yes, I'm the one Tokoyami doesn't like fighting against. Trust me, Kuroiro doesn't like training against me either since I can dispel most of his shadows but our teacher loves pitting us against each other during training." She said with a small laugh, tucking some stray hairs back behind her ears.

"Ready when you are." She chirped, glancing quickly at her phone. She had messages from both Kendo and Tetsutetsu wanting to know if she had made it to the meeting spot safe, though Tetsutetsu also wanted to know if Bakugo had yelled at her yet. With a soft smile, she quickly answered them back before tucking her phone away as Bakugo pushed away from the railing he had been leaning against.

As Bakugo headed down the sidewalk, Emiko hurried to catch up with his longer stride, her short legs working their hardest. Though she would admit one of the perks with walking behind Bakugo was that he made it a lot easier for her walk through a crowd. People generally didn't notice she was there and normally she had to push her way through so this was a nice change. "So how are your studies going?" She asked as she reached his side.

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Bakugo looked over at her when she caught up to his side and he heard her ask him a question. She was going to be more talkative than his normal patrol partner, though he had no issue with that. He actually found his normal partner boring to hang out with. He turned his attention back to where he was going so that he wouldn't walk into anyone without meaning to. He could part the crowd easily, most people opting to get out of his way since they recognized him as a hero on patrol. Then when you added in his size it really was no surprise that they would choose to.

"They are going pretty good actually. I know most people wouldn't think it by looking at me, but I have some of the best test scores in the class. It really didn't help that with my explosive attitude, most people thought I was stupid." He said as they stopped at a light with a small crowd of people. "How are they going for you?" He asked as he looked over in her direction. It allowed him to watch her for a moment and keep an eye on the light so that he could see when it changed. Thankfully most people were heading home from work right now, so the streets would start to clear out a little more.

As he looked at her, it suddenly struck him that he remembered at least part of her name. "Is Emiko your first or last name? We haven't had any training with 1-B in a while, and I really am terrible with names?" He asked as the light changed and he started to walk with the crowd again. Even with him keeping his eye out for anything going on, it was clear she had his attention with the way he tilted his head to be able to see both her and the street. He would never admit it, but he remembered her name after hearing Mineta going on and on about the girls of class 1-B. He was amazed that little perv hadn't been kicked out yet.

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"My studies are going really well. I'm learning a lot at Mirko's agency and my test scores aren't that bad either. Kendo is still ranked number one of course, but I'm quickly closing in on second place." She said with a proud smile as she kept pace with him through the street. Staying by his side certainly made it easier to walk through a crowd since a lot of people parted to make way for him, a completely different experience than what she had whenever she was patrolling or just walking through the city in general.

As they waited for the light to change, she blinked up at him in surprise, a little shocked that he had remembered any part of her name at all. She tended to blend into the background, with her other classmates like Kendo or Tetsutetsu taking the spotlight. She didn't mind it though, she found it was a lot easier to observe people when they didn't realize she was there.

"Emiko is my first name. Mizuki is my last name, but I don't really mind which one you call me." She replied with a small shrug, following after him into the crowd. Though the amount of people were thinning as more and more retired to their homes, she knew that there would still be some people out after dark, especially once they got closer to where the bars were situated.

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Bakugo looked over at her when she said that she was closing in on number two. "Kendo, that's the ones who can make her hands huge right? I have seen her slap that loud mouth blonde you guys have with it a ton." He said as he looked over at her. "I am usually in third, but that's because I have Momo and Iida to deal with. Momo is always going to be number one, but I am not really all that far behind Iida." He explained. He was sure she might know who the two of them were. Considering they were both two of the more recognizable of his classmates.

He was watching a pair of guys for a moment when she said what her name was. It tore his attention away since while they might have been shady looking, they hadn't done anything wrong. Though he would remember them to keep an eye on for later if something came up. "I will remember that, though I think I will end up calling you Emiko more unless I need to refer to you as a hero. Then it will be Soleil, which I like considering what your quirk does." He said as he turned his attention back to the sidewalk they were on.

He looked up to see that they were getting closer to the bars and he tsked at that. "You have made it to the third year, so I won't question that you know how to take care of yourself. Keep a close eye out though, not sure if you have patrolled this area before but working with Endeavor we get it often. A lot of people try to pickpocket the drinks coming out of bars. That doesn't even include dealing with the drunks themselves. Turned one over to the cops the other night because we caught him trying to follow a waitress home." He said as he pointed out that while they were several streets away from a few bars, they were getting closer.

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"Ah yes, Monoma. He does have a tendency to let his mouth get the better of him, especially when he's feeling extra competitive. Kendo is definitely the best in dealing with him, since she can just slap her hand over his mouth and carry him off. I will say he has calmed down a bit since we were younger, but the drive to be the best hasn't died at all, he's just a bit quieter in expressing it." Emiko said with a small laugh. She nodded when he mentioned Momo and Iida, recalling the two heroes he was talking about.

"Emiko is fine with me. Some in Class B call me that, though there are few that insist on calling me Mizuki. But like I said, I'm not too picky about what you choose to call me. You prefer Bakugo right?" She asked, remembering that Deku would often call the tall blonde Kacchan, but she didn't think he would appreciate her calling him such a nickname.

At his warning about the area they were in, she straightened up slightly, gaze becoming sharper as she took a glance around the area. "I haven't patrolled this area before, but I have heard that there have been several disturbances here with the people that frequent the area. I'll keep an eye out." She promised as they drew closer and closer to the bars. She wasn't a stranger when it came to the drunken crowd; patrolling with Mirko, the two of them had run into a few problems with drunks trying to be a little too friendly with them and others in the area, so she definitely knew how to handle herself in that type of situation.


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Alexis laid back on the couch, taking a sip from the neck of the glass bottle she was holding. Vodka coolers, her favorite after a long day at work. Today though she was on her second in under and hour, a sure sign the day hadn't gone well. "Fuck me," she muttered, "You'd think the boss would know it was Marcy who'd fucked that one up, not me. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have gone off on her, but gawd it felt good to vent."

Alexis worked at a local accounting firm, one of several bookkeepers on staff. Despite her colorful hair, Alexis was good and a lot of her clients liked the spunky, bubbly girl called her the splash of color in a drab industry. It kept her gainfully employed, paid well, and despite her blow up earlier in the day and reprimand, she knew by Monday all would be forgiven once somebody actually checked the book and saw who'd been in the file.

She looked up at her boyfriend, a smile on her face. "So? Early start to the weekend and a long weekend to boot. Any plans for the weekend? Or just hang out and chill?" As she spoke, her free hand was resting on his abs, tracing circles around his belly button.

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Steven did not need to see how much she drank to see she had a bad day. They were together long enough to learn her little signs, he could say he could read her like a book, he doubts anyone could read her with 100 percent accurately. He had known her long before they got together, and she still surprised him. Still it was language he was becoming proficient and it allowed him to be somewhat prepared. He didn't speak as she lay down, placing his arm around her when she vented at him about her work.

Honestly he did not mind, it was his boyfriend duty he took on willingly and not just because he knew she would likely want him to bang out some of her frustrations to her. Honestly he was grateful of any time he had with her, he was the quiet type feeling mostly on the periphery of their group of friends the introduced them. He was drawn to her immediately by her bubbly nature, great body and colorful hair. He doubted he noticed him much before a friend got him to help her drive somewhere, and they had some private time. it didn't get them together immediately but became fast friends, he still wasn't sure how he managed it.

His job was not helping matter either, he worked for the forensic lab for the police and is often on call to be called on to crime scenes. It was rare for him not needing to work late in the lab or being called away at seemingly quite evening like this. This weekend though was called to some hope, a few extra staff were brought in, so he was not needed as much. He smirked when she began to touch him, enjoy the feeling of warm and softness, the electricity that made the hairs on his arm stand on end. His hand went exploring as well, caressing the curves of her body. "I am all open, it is even unlikely I might be called by work all the weekend so my time is all yours." He said leaning down to kiss her lovingly and with a hind of desire. "We can do whatever you like."

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Alexis lay back and let Steven hold her as she lay there. For as long as she'd known him he'd been a comfortable person to be around, never pushy, never demanding, but also willing to eggs her on a little in good fun. And sometimes those times he pushed her a little had helped her get to where she was. It also didn't hurt the guy was handsome, a good kisser, and amazing in bed when they'd gotten the chance.

It'd been an unlikely match-up the two of them but Alexis was grateful for her friend who'd put them together in the first place, started the friendship that'd grown to become so much more then just friends. They were lovers, peas of a pod, trouble together, and both liked it that way. It also helped that Steven let Alexis be the driving force in some ways, though evenings like this, she knew he'd take charge and help her get over her mood, he always had that effect on her, calming, soothing, leveling her head when she got a bit hot headed.

She looked up at him with a sigh, "If I had money I'd say let's go somewhere but I don't get paid till next week." Shifting a little, she made it easier for his hand to find and caress her body, the places she liked to be touched. "Honestly?" she said as they kissed, "I just want to feel you, long, hard, and deep. I don't care where or how, I just need you Steven."

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Steven smiled sweetly down at her. "You have me, all you want." He said softly before returning to his kissing, letting his tongue move into her mouth and play with hers. At the same time he continued to caress her body, he had moved from his down towards her and caressed upwards with the tips of his fingers barely brushing the soft skin. Soon, he soon found his hand on her breast, gently messaging and kneading it before teasing the erect nipple with a finger.

After a little time, he began to kiss down her neck, giving her the occasional nip as he moved down. "Why don't we adjust to a more comfortable position." He said moving a hand to her thing and gently pulling her to get her to sit on his lap.

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Alexis nodded, "I missed you Steven." The feeling of his hands on her breasts, cupping, caressing, teasing the pert flesh was helping her mood, helping calm her down. His touch was calming, his voice soothing on evening like this, and what came later, she tended to forget why she was mad or grumpy afterwards, so calm she became.

She moved to straddle his lap, facing him. Shrugging off her shirt, she unclasped the bra beneath, tossing it beside her shirt. She still had her shorts on, but those would be off soon enough as well. She pulled Steven into her, chest, encouraged him to play with her breasts. She knew he enjoyed them, men the world over enjoyed women's chests, the first thing they experienced as an infant, and often the first thing they touched in their teens with a girl. "I'd love to just move to the bedroom and relax, but this is good enough for now. Not like you have to be at work in an hour." she teased him.

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Steven admired Alexis when she straddled him and removed her shirt. He never got tired of her beauty, the softness of her unblemished skin, the perky breasts and the desire radiating from her. He happily gave in to her encouragement, utilizing a more comfortable position to continue to massage both breasts. At the same time, he kissed her neck and moved down her sternum before giving each breast a kiss. He loved her for never been judgmental with his interest in the bedroom, allowing him time to enjoy her as he wanted. He had always endeavored to return the favor.

"Don't jinx us now." Steven replied to her teasing. He brought up one of her breasts and he wrapped his lips around one of her nipple. He sucked on it hungrily and teased it with the top of his tongue. He had wrapped his arms around her waist, guiding her closer to him to make her feel he bulge that formed in his trousers and have her rub up against her.


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In the morning, Alisha woke to her alarm going off loudly. She cut it off and let out a loud groan. She untangled herself from the sheets and climbed out of bed. She grabbed her glasses and slipped them onto her face. She walked out of her room and into the kitchen area. She tugged her shirt down so it reached her knees and started making a pot of coffee. She was surprised by just how nice the coffee was. It was instant but at least it was the good kind of instant. Leaning against the counter, she ran her fingers through her short, brown hair a few times to untangle her hair. She shook her head and tilted her head back. She yawned loudly and waited patiently for the pot to fill. She wanted something to wake her up fully before she ordered room service.

Once the pot filled, she poured herself a cup and sat down in a chair by the window. It was early and she savored the silence. She pulled her knees up to her chest and sinked into the chair. She hummed loudly as she sipped the coffee slowly. She stared out at nothingness and just let her mind wonder. She was glad that they didn't have anything to do until later. She wanted to enjoy the silence for as long as she could. She would wake up Lee once their breakfast got there. She was sure that he was still asleep so she would have no fear of him coming out to see her in her state of undress.

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Lee didn't sleep that well. He wasn't sure how much sleep he actually got but he knew it was not much. Most of the time he distracted himself with his phone looking at his Twitter feed of his last night performance. There were lots of bootlegs video of him singing "Angels from Montgomery," littered with mostly flattering comments. "Iceman returneth!" was one of his favorites.  He felt like he dodged a bullet with that show as he really didn't feel confident in his playing, but the positive reviews spurred him on to be more spontaneous or at least appear that way in future shows.

He heard a commotion out in the rest of the suite and assumed his new babysitter / PA was out there preparing his agenda for the day. He rolled out of bed and went straight to the shower. He wanted to wash up and look more presentable for some reason. He actually felt intimidated by her and strangely wanted to please her. So he took a good shower, washing thoroughly probably in places he usually ignored. He scrubbed his hair of its greasiness. He got out and looked at himself in the mirror. He began fussing with his appearance like he was a teenager, combing his hair this way and that, trying out different styles, and then settled on the fashionably tousled look which strangely was supposed to look like he just crawled out of bed. He even shaved and then quickly regretted thinking now he looked like a little boy. It would get back to its normal stubbly appearance by the time of his next show which was in a couple of days in LA. That would give them a day to travel and a day to check out that beach he promised her. He worried that she might be put off if he came across with romantic overtones, so he would do his best to keep it professional. Although he had to admit he had not been laid since early rehab with that nurse who was a fan, so he had to play it cool and try and think of her as not a conquest.

He found some raggedy jeans and faded T-shirt and rambled out into the suite to see what she had brewing for the day.

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Alisha closed her eyes and sank into the chair. She was halfway through with her coffee when she heard the showering running nearby. She sat up confused. He was awake? She figured she would have to wake him up herself. She stood up and quickly went into her room. She shut the door behind her and picked up her suitcase. She pulled out an outfit and quickly dressed herself. She slid on a pair of black tights, a black pencil skirt, and her blouse was a light pink color. She grabbed a pair of short heels and stepped out with her cup of coffee in hand. She looked over at him and was pleasantly surprised with how he cleaned himself up. She stepped over to him and looked him over. "Good morning, Mr. Gowne." She hummed softly. She reached up and almost touched his cheek but she stopped herself before she could. He looked pretty handsome. She wondered how he would look in a suit and tie. He even smelled nice like maly soap.

She quickly pulled her hand away and looked away from him. The expression on her face never changing."You look nice, clean. Are you feeling better after sleeping? If you slept. I know you were having a hard time last night. Would you like breakfast? I was planning to order some room service for myself so I can add something for you as well." She sipped her coffee and set it onto a nearby table. She set her shoes onto the ground and placed her hand on his shoulder for balance as she slid them onto her feet. "Excuse me." She muttered softly and released him once her heels were perfectly in place. Her hair was still down as she tucked the loose strands behind her ears. "Would you like some coffee? I just made a fresh pot." She walked over to the kitchen and poured him a cup anyway without waiting for his response. "How do you take it? Black? Sugar? Cream?"

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"Coffee sounds great! Lots of sugar a little cream if you don't mind." Lee sat down and waited. He liked receiving compliments and he experienced her as a genuinely sweet person. Even more, the reason to keep it cool, he thought. He took in a big breath and took a look out the window at the city. San Francisco was a gorgeous city and he had seen his fair share. He grew up here, so he may be a little biased but overall in comparison, there were few cities to compare. Maybe Paris, he thought.

There was something about her that made him feel bright and cheery. He knew there were probably traveling today but he half hoped to check out some favorite spots of his but wasn't sure about the time. "What's the itinerary for today. I was hoping to get out and get some fresh air. I could show you around to some of my favorite spots. That's if we have time?"

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Alisha nodded and worked to get his coffee ready. She set it in front of him and tilted her head to the side as she thought through their day. "You have a short radio interview at about 1:30 to maybe 2:30 and then we fly out of San Francisco International Airport to L.A. at 10pm. So I suppose we have time to go sightseeing if you'd like. We could keep our suitcases in the car so we don't need to come back here at all. That gives us more time to see the sights I suppose. It is my first time in the city." She finished off her own coffee and rinsed the cup out, leaving it in the sink.

"I would like breakfast. I'm about to make a call to the front desk. What would you like? You need to eat something. At least some fruit, toast, maybe a bagel. I'm not taking no for an answer. If you saw no, I'll just order something random and you may not like it so... Speak now, or else eat whatever I get you." She picked the phone and looked through a menu to order from. She instantly saw what she wanted and looked up at him as she waited for an answer.


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Thales had never seen the appeal of what was considered to be socially acceptable by the masses. Perhaps it was because he had a very different opinion about what constituted socially acceptable behavior and what, for that matter, constituted appropriate punishment for what would be socially unacceptable behavior. As one would expect from a serial killer, Thales, like most serial killers, saw his actions as necessary things, and contributing to a better future for the world. It would, however, have been inaccurate and unfair to describe his social persona as a façade, or some manner of mask.

Social activities were, for Thales, as they were for most human beings around the world: a matter of personal health, survival, a way to unwind and savor everything he loved about humankind and the overall potential of humans to be and do good. Some had made the assessment that Thales was unique among serial killers, or at the very least rare, because he did not kill like most of them. There were no rituals, no grotesque trophies, or psychotic tendencies. He showed no lack of empathy, no sociopathic ideations or broad-based apathy toward other beings or their lives, had not started by dissecting live kittens in his mother's basement.

One assessor had evaluated him, rather, as killing like a soldier fighting his own personal war of necessity, killing as a way to make sense of the universe and as an uncommon approach to making the world a better place. He didn't attempt to dehumanize his victims, or leave them in positions that would serve as a gross humiliation, did not desecrate their corpse or leave them stripped naked somewhere a family member might discover the body. He was John Wick when it came to children: never angry or violent, never anything that would disrupt a child's innocent comprehension (or lack of comprehension) of the world around them.

Childhood, Thales had always believed, was sacred: children should never have their childhood stolen from them. Dissimilar from most serial killers, Thales had both code and conscience, which was why the Dread Lotus had welcomed him into their fold.

"Yes. I think that sounds lovely, Miklos. A café sounds about perfect, right now, in fact," Thales smirked a little bit, half-smug and half-seductive, at the comment about being fine in an isolation chamber if Thales were there, too, "Oh, really? My, my. I'll see what I can do."

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Miklos stood in line for about five minutes with Thales, both placing an order for some food, before making their way to the Pseudo-Outdoor cafe, having a seat near the large computer screens which were streaming pictures of a waterfall.

"You know, Thales, this is kind of romantic. I'm not a huge romantic person, but if I was going to try and woe someone in this place, having a seat in this little 'Pseudo' Outdoor cafe, and having something to eat with the person in question would be how I would do it. Right now though. I am just trying to get something to eat so that I will be able to focus entirely on you for the rest of the night.

"You know. I have always wondered something. What goes through your mind when you kill someone. Do you think about it at all? How does it make you feel? Do you dwell on it at all, or totally forget about it after it is done and over with? I deal with a lot of clients who have ended people before, and there is a lot of preoccupation or guilt with many of my clients. I kind of expect that you are not like that at all. You probably stop thinking about it as soon as it's done and over with right? Like on to the next thing?

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Thales smiled amicably, chuckling a little when he claimed he was not a romantic person, but that this was romantic, and if he meant to woo someone, this was how he would do it. He didn't know how he felt about it himself, if he were being honest, but did it really matter? He knew he liked the company and he knew he liked the location, he did not see it as necessarily important whether it was or was not romantic. Even still, though, Thales listened and nodded a little in answer to the comments about wanting to spend the entire night with him.

"I do all of my obsessing and fretting before a kill, not after. I examine them, evaluate them thoroughly, gather as much information on someone as I can to make sure that my targeting is on-point. I am always confident when I kill someone, it is the best possible course-of-action for the world. They may deserve to live, but if I kill them, the world deserves their absence, and what they deserve is not so important, as what the whole world deserves. I don't forget, but I don't really feel anything or dwell on it, after-the-fact, either. I do not experience sensations of guilt, but I don't diminish the significance of what I did, either," he answered, rolling his shoulders a little as he collected his coffee.

"I dwell long and hard on them, and their potential fate and the patterns of their life, before I make a decision, however. I examine the people around them, assess whether the lives of those around them would be improved or damaged by their absence," he added simply.

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Miklos listened intently as Thales started going on about how he dealt with each evaluation of a person. The man understood now a lot better how his boyfriend navigated the issue of deciding who should live and who should die. It was clear enough. Weigh whether or not the world would be improved or damaged by their absence. It made total sense, and it was obviously something that Miklos could live with or else he would not be dating a serial killer who targeted hypocritical Christians.

"I understand." was all that Miklos said. He did not need to say more, and Miklos was not one for unnecessary chatter. The man had gotten his answer and so now it was time to move on to the next thing. "If you are finished with your food we can head back to the room now. Have a bit of fun. You up for it, hot stuff?"

Miklos might have sometimes been a little cheesy and his timing with pillow talk may have left a bit to be desired, but he knew that it was not a make or break thing with the other man. He must have either found it cute, or not really given a shit one way or another. They still were dating even though Miklos did not have dirty talk down to a science. Thales seemed to want him, that was what mattered.

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Thales smiled a bit in answer when Miklos indicated that he understood. Thales viewed what he did as a necessary act: not a necessary evil, simply a necessary act. He did not view his targets as evil, either, really: it simply was a fact that on thorough and methodical analysis, their death represented a net gain for the world. If in addition to this he found them to be hypocritical, living in ways that went against what the belief system they claimed to observe claimed to hold as essential tenets of goodness? Well, that was what brought death to their door, metaphorically speaking.

"Sure. That sounds pleasant," Thales said. He didn't really mind how the other one spoke: some people were better than others at sounding attractive. There were more important things in life than sounding sexy; well, unless one happened to be an operator on a phone sex service. It would be fairly important for someone in that line-of-work to sound very sexy, indeed. For a boyfriend, though, there were things far more important than a sexy voice. Miklos was very pleasurable to lay with, which he saw as definitely the more relevant skill.

"I am rather fond of you," virtually a glowing recommendation, at least from Thales, "I am rather fond of living down here, too. It's cool, dry, has pleasant atmosphere. I've always thought living underground was underrated."


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Right now, Talia was focused on her crew, and her responsibilities to them, but that didn't mean that she couldn't forget what they had done. She could never forget that, and their kiss only reminded her of their love. She loved him more than she had thought possible, and wanted him in her life. She would find it just as hard to focus, and would have to hold off on certain thoughts until they were alone again. As their lips parted, she smiled as he held her hand, a sign of affection that she definitely loved. "I will, don't worry about that, I'll just have to... control myself without you for a short while, just a short while."

Walking with him down the corridor, she nodded her head, as she was hungry after their vigorous activities in the quarters, and thought about what to do.  "I would like to get something to eat here, then reunite tonight", she told him, walking with him until they reached the Promenade. She liked seeing the promenade like this, full of life, with couples, families, all having a good time, as she was.

"I know that Starfleet will keep me busy with questions, information requests, and I will be kept busy today, no doubt", she said, entering one of the open replimats. Holding onto his hand, she ordered what she wanted, and sat down with him, still just as much in love with him as she was when she had first seen him.

"We'll have to make the time, even if we cant... act up, then we can at least lay down with each other", she said as she enjoyed her breakfast, and her Raktajino. She could contact him when she was done with today's round of questioning, she told herself as she held his hand while she ate. She didn't care who saw it either. Glancing around, she didn't see them getting too much attention, for now.

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Arthur listened to her while they walked to an open replimat where he ordered what he wanted and sat down with her. Nodding his head, he smiled as he looked into her eyes, "Yes, we both will have to control ourselves for a short while but it will be well worth it. Good, we can have some dinner before reuniting tonight since I am sure that you are right and that you will be very busy today and I am sure that I will be as well." Softly, he squeezed her hand, "We will make time and I am sure that we will have some time but hopefully we can get most of what we need done today so we can rest a bit more tomorrow but we will see how the day goes."

As he started to eat, he glanced around but there wasn't a large crowd not that he cared who saw that they were holding hands or if they thought they were a couple. After last night, he only wanted her and he knew she felt the same way which was why she was wearing the chastity belt. Shaking his head, he shifted his thoughts to what needed to be done today, "I agree that we can at least lay down with each other since that would be enough simply to feel you pressed up against my chest. I have a feeling it will be a long day since you will have to talk with Starfleet and then I'll have to talk to them and before that there are other things that I must do."

Taking a sip of his drink, he smiled as he looked into her eyes, "After you are done, just contact me and we can meet up here and enjoy having a bite. I am sure that things will be fine though I am sure that we will have to answer a good number of questions. I'm not sure what they will do but I will do everything in my power to make sure that you and your crew are treated as Starfleet personnel since you are even if different however slight that difference may be. So, I shall wish you all the luck in the world and if you need me, just contact me, Captain Vreenak." Again, he was trying to cheer up since he didn't think there would be major trouble but it could take some time to get things cleared up with Starfleet especially with the war raging in this quadrant.

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Talia liked being with Arthur, and didn't care who saw them together. They were both Captains, so it wasn't against any regulation that she was familiar with, at least, and she liked how he held her hand, reassuring her. She didn't want to admit it to anyone, but she needed it. She smiled at the thought of the two of them together again, having the fun that she liked. As she ate, she gazed back at him, taking in his features, and loved that he had locked her into the chastity belt, a reminder of what she was behind closed doors.

"I can't wait to be back with you, behind closed doors. Starfleet likely has a lot to talk to me about, different events, and they'll want to know how we won our Dominion war, which I will share with them, of course", she said, glad that he was on her side, and would be there to help her, along with her crew. He had his own crew to look after, and responsibilities, but once he was done with that, he would be back with her.

Nodding her head as he assured her that he would do his best to smooth their arrival here, she didn't want her crew to be treated differently. There were some duplicates of this universes Starfleet personnel, namely her first officer, and some others, but she wanted them to have a place here if there was no going back to her universe. " I know you'll do right by me, and my crew, thank you", she said, reaching across to pull him in for a warm hug, which made her feel better. She could handle the Starfleet brass here.

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Arthur wasn't worried who saw them since they were not violating regulations so long as they were in a consensual relationship. And he was not worried about that since he knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her which was why she was wearing the chastity belt. Glancing up at her, he smiled while letting his eyes take in her beauty especially her pointed ears which made him realize how lucky he was to have her in his life. Never had he thought that he would be with a Romulan but he was glad that he was with her and couldn't imagine not spending part of a day with her.

Softly, he squeezed her hand, "Yes, I fear that Starfleet will want to talk with you for several hours and I am sure they will talk to me about the situation thought not quite as long. I am sure that they will see reason and not do anything rash since I know you will do whatever you can to help. You are welcome, I sensed that moment that I spoke with you that you were very special and were not lying. It was intuition and made no sense but I have learned to listen to it and it has served me well though at times drives my First Officer crazy."

Laughing, he ate another bite and had some of his drink before lifting her hand up so he could kiss the tips of her fingers. He looked into her eyes, "I assure that you will enjoy this evening once we get through our duties today." Then he looked around and leaned into her so he could whisper into he ear, "After all that is why you are wearing my belt which only I can unlock and will do so this evening, my dear." Pulling back, he looked around and smiled, "Once you are ready, we can always head back to our ships to check in on them and our crew. I am sure that soon you will be very busy speaking with Starfleet but I think you have enough time to check your ship and crew."


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The young beauty made her way in the dirt road following to the cabin. Following her boyfriend's instructions Lacy could already see the cottage in the outskirts, covered by beautiful, lush greenery and crystal clear lakes. While she was more of a beach gal, she looked forward in this little vacation with her boyfriend, although it seemed to be that his dad, Peter had been eager, adamant almost for her to be invited. Not that she wasn't flattered, if anything this was a wonderful opportunity to bond with her boyfriend's dad. She figured that in the end this would be a positive thing, bonding was always welcomed after all. If anything Peter was quite a charming man which she admired in him, if worse comes to worse at least she would enjoy his company.

Dressed in tight yoga pants that hugged her shapely legs and proudly showed that ample ass waving around, and a blouse that showed just enough cleavage to get the mind going, she finally arrived at the cabin. She takes a deep breath to recollect her thoughts before her dainty hand gently knocks on the door, awaiting response. She had to unpack and see for herself what plans the two men had in store for them in that place.

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Peter finally convinced his wife last second to let their son's girlfriend join them on the camping trip. His wife and son were highly religious, god-fearing even. Leading the two to see sex as a procreation tool, less as a recreational activity. Peter said he felt the same way, but truly didn't. Peter had a minor crush on his Sons girlfriend, that was true, and was glad he could have someone to ogle at as the camping trip went on.

The scenery was beautiful, and Peter sighed as he finally finished unpacking his wife's stuff, he would have to unpack his own later. He looks out the front window where their bedroom was, and sees the beautiful view of the lake, only to see a beautiful young woman coming up the trail to the cabin. Peter grins softly, running downstairs as his wife showers up after the long drive. He wasn't too sure where his son was, but didn't bother looking.

Peter wore a simple pair of jeans, bulged out from his beefy mass, and a thin white t-shirt hugs his toned and muscled upper-body. Thick shoulders, toned chest, and beefy arms shifting as he finally reaches the front door after she knocks, and he open it wide to see the busty beauty outside. "Well hello there gorgeous! So nice to see you Lacy..." he says as he pulls her close into a warm embrace, his hands slowly creeping down her hips, and squeezes those fat, bubbly, and thick ass cheeks. Thick digits sinking into the doughy flesh, feeling her heavy breasts against his abdomen, and his bulge aching against her stomach. "So glad you can make it, love..."

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Well he certainly was eager! Lacy had heard all about Jacob's father, Peter being overtly friendly. She could remember how many times he had reminded her of how close he can get, but in truth the young beauty didn't really mind. After all this was just a greeting! He was just happy to see the elusive girl that his admittedly BORING son was dating, one could even wonder how such a religious snob like Jacob could land a girl like her. Popular with having all of the boys in the school hoping for a chance with her, every girl wanting to be her friend, even the teachers were giving her the side eye whenever she passed the school's hallways, strutting confidently as ever.

So many thoughts were running through her mind that she hardly paid any mind at Peter's more than touchy-feely hands freely groping her rump like he owned her. She giggles, finally breaking away from the hug although not because she wanted to but rather because, well, she had visited them, so it would be very awkward if they saw. Sure it was just a greeting, but not many were as open minded as her! "It's so good to finally see you again!" Lacy says excitedly, shooting a smile of beaming light, in truth she too had a bit of a crash on Peter, but she always dismissed it as admiration, after all Jacob was a great guy, always there for her even if he was... lacking and rather unwilling till they solidified their relationship to fool around let alone actually fuck. Sure, there was some light intimacy, be he always hesitated and withdrew, thinking that the road to sin was too tempting.

Still Lacy was faithful, after all Jacob was a nice guy... with an even nicer father! Despite their awkward position she didn't stray too far from Peter as she walked in, taking in the scenery of the little resort. Cozy, comfortable, she was clearly excited of what was to come. "Where's everybody? Jacob told me he'd be waiting here."

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Just a greeting, that's all it was! Along as it was under the veil of something innocent, pure, and not lewd or adulterous, Peter was in the clear. For his own morals, and apparently the young woman's as well! She let him lewdly squish and grope her ass cheeks as if it were nothing, the squishy and doughy cheeks being kneaded as if he were a baker. Finally, the hug broke as Peter steps back, his bulging mass bouncing a bit from the step backwards, his toned form shifting as he lets her walk into the log cabin.

The foyer breaks away into three exits, a north that heads to the living room, the east that heads into the kitchen and eventually into the living room, and the west lead to a guest bedroom and to the garage where some tools were stored. Dual staircase leads upstairs to the bedrooms, where three doors lined up behind the balcony. It had a warm, obviously rustic field to it. Rugs adorn the wooden floors, reds, purples, browns, and golds are used as decorations. "This used to be my families, much smaller than this. I spent a lot of summers up here expanding and working on this cabin. Ironically now, Jacob and my Wife don't like to be here..." he says with a soft chuckle, his deep voice filling the medium sized foyer gently.

"Jacob is in the right bedroom, yours, the middle is the bathroom we all have to share, and the left bedroom is me and Mrs. Wallaces." He says as he walks behind her, gently rubbing her shoulders as his beefy mass presses between her fat cheeks, idly aching as he massages her shoulders. "You can head up there, or I can give you a tour? I think he's just unpacking up there, I'm not sure." He offers as he looks up to the bedroom doors, either of them could open at anytime and catch him giving her a very friendly massage.

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Lacy eagerly walked with Peter. This was such a wonderful experience already! Such a handsome... friendly man was her boyfriend's father! At least now she could depend on him for making the scene lighter, she had heard after all that Jacob's mother was very strict and often unapproving of the girls that Jacob liked, she was expecting that the situation would inevitably get tense, but luckily Peter was there! Surely he must have a plan.

"Yeah! A tour sounds lovely, would have to get used to the new environment after all." She beams and excitedly she follows him, blissfully unaware of the beefy mass that pressed behind her. Unaware or perhaps distantly knowing, Lacy was open, the excitement so great to TRULY care about the fidelity of her relationship with Jacob. She sways her hips naturally with each step, her beautiful, shapely legs down to her well kept pedicured feet, Jacob was REALLY a lucky guy after all...


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While Lucy may have spent the summer trying to find herself, Rachel had spent the summer perfecting who she already was. Fewer classes ultimately meant more lessons for her and she'd spent all of her free time taking lessons. She was now either a quintuple or Pentuple threat and she was proud of it.

When she came back and heard that Lucy had decided not to come back though, she felt like all that work had been for nothing. She hadn't realized how integral to the team Lucy had become and now that she was missing it felt like all that work had been for nothing. She had to seek her out and convince her to come back, or maybe... maybe just convince her how important she really was.

Rachel cleared her throat after the horrid girl had introduced her and she said hurriedly, "You're not coming back at all? After all the time you spent with us?" She stepped forward and her skirt swished against her legs as she stepped within arms length of Lucy. "Please come back Lucy. We need you."

Rachel's fingers clutched behind her back. It was all she could do to keep them busy. She wanted to get down on her knees and beg. She couldn't stand the idea of not seeing Lucy after school every day.

She couldn't help but add to the words though as she took in the cotton candy hair, "Oh, what did you do your hair, Lucy? It looks..." There was something about Lucy's tough new look that made her sway a little. Lucy looked tougher and rougher and it plucked some string deep inside her. "It looks pretty cute, actually." She said in a tone of surprised honesty.

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The former cheerio chuckled and took on a look of indifference at Rachel's request. "Why? it's not like you need me swaying in the back with my ooo's abs aah's. I'm sure you have enough what with my forgettable alto." She gave her a self deprecating smile. It was something coach sue had told her in the bathrooms earlier in the day. Thin and forgettable alto. We're her exact words. and truth be told Lucy agreed with her. She clearly wasn't needed all around. Puck wanted the image of her as a cheerio. told her this look wasn't her. Tina looked at Lucy as if she had grown an extra head over the summer as opposed to just dying her hair and such. She was used to the disappoint.

And yet here was the brunette that made her heart skip a beat when she sang, the one that the former blonde would bully asking Lucy to come back. No she practically beg. Lucy flicked her cigarette took another drag, but her lip and fidgeted a moment with her bottom lip, feeling naked suddenly at the way the brunette was staring at her. Rachel's next words caused Lucy's perfectly sculpted tawny eyebrow, a move that Lucy Fabray could only master it seemed. Surprised at Rachel complimenting her. And out of all the compliments she had ever gotten from everyone for some reason Rachel's was the only one she believed. "Why are you being nice to me? I've tortured you, drawn pornographic pictures of you in the bathroom (granted they had hearts all over of course), made your relationship hell with Finn. why are you being nice to me, Rachel Berry?"

Lucy caught herself and almost whimpered out Rachel's last name. the Skanks could overhear everything, the mack then asked, "Want me to beat her up for you q?" Lucy visible paled. She didn't want any physical harm come to Rachel. the pinked haired skank shook her head a fraction not answering before she flicked the cigarette. growled a little as she dropped it on the ground scuffing it with her doc martin boot. grabbed the brunette by her upper arm and lead her safely away to the other set of bleachers. where the Skanks couldn't overhear or see them, "you're gonna get yourself killed the mack is..." she didn't have a word for what the mack was. but the mack was one hell of a touchy feely drunk and had kissed a very drunk Lucy on more than one occasion. Lucy let go of Rachel's arm and crossed her arms waiting as her hazel almost cat like eyes gazed at the beautiful brunette.

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Rachel leaned away from the ferocious Mack, unsure whether she was going to bite her or kiss her and not wanting either. When Lucy pulled her away she said unsurely, "Thanks. Wait, was she serious?" She shook her head and her long brown hair made waves as she dismissed the question. "Never mind, doesn't matter."

"Sure, you've tortured me, but I've done the same to you, haven't I? I stole your boyfriend after all." She felt a queeziness in the bottom of her stomach. She'd been feeling that for a while now. At this point, she couldn't think about Finn without feeling knots... and not the good time. "None of that matters anyway."

Rachel turned to look at the Skanks and said, "Are these really the kinds of people you want to be friends with? Are they going to stand by you when trouble comes like we will?" Rachel became more adamant the more she spoke. She looked Lucy square in the eyes as she stepped a little bit closer, "Lucy, I can tell you're going through something. This is what this looks like. I want to stand by you."

Ronnie, one of the Skanks decided she was going to help Lucy out whether she wanted or not. While Rachel was making hear heartfelt plea, she slowly stepped up behind her, chewing bubble gum. Suddenly and without warning she blew a bubble and popped it just over her shoulder, causing the gum to get all over Rachel's shoulder and hair.

Rachel let out a shocked squeal and the Skanks all laughed at her distress. Rachel just looked at Lucy imploringly with her eyes darting at the Skanks so as not to be surprised by them again.

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Lucy licked her lips raising her brow as if challenging Rachel's question. Of course she was serious hence Lucy pulling Rachel away from them. Lucy bit her bottom lip as Rachel spoke about finn. grimacing just a smidge before she schooled her features and looked away to the side towards the field. Lucy looked back at Rachel at her question, "I... I dunno." She said honestly that was the thing about the diva. The difference between her abs everyone else. She wasn't trying to change Lucy she only wanted stand by the former blonde. If she had any guts Lucy would have easily kissed her. As it was she was in denial and unpressed. so instead she said nothing and once again looked away. that was her first mistake.

Ronnie took it upon herself to come up behind Rachel when Lucy wasn't looking to blow a bubble with her gum and get it all over the brunette's hair. Lucy gasped and looked at Rachel then at Ronnie and frowned as the other Skanks nearby were approaching them and laughing. It didn't take Rachel looking at her as if in plea for help; for Lucy to grab the diva pull her safely behind her and growl at Ronnie with an angry glare. effectively blocking Ronnie and the other Skanks from getting a good look at the brunette. Shielding her if you will.

"Beat it Ronnie, I mean it back the fuck up before you regret it." Here was the thing. Lucy was a lot stronger than she looked being a gymnast and cheerio had its bonus. Her back muscles rippled as she stood ramrod straight her pose that of the head cheerio everyone feared. Her trademark eyebrows raised in challenge. Ronnie quickly lost interests and Lucy actually turned around to face Rachel slowly pulling the diva into her arms and sighing, "Rachel... you should go. Find some peanut butter to get the gum out it will help. I'll think about what you said. Promise." Her voice was soft and gentle with a raspy undertone that was all Lucy and that tremulous alto that Rachel loved so much.


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Tom reached over to caress her belly as they laid next to each other; recovering from their lovemaking. "Next time, the front door." he said with a chuckle before going quiet to listen to her speak, "Maybe I'll get off in time to come and help you while you're on your hands and knees." He shot her a teasing grin just as they heard Lucas cough and whine, "I'll clean up the mess and maybe find some scented candles." he offered as he ran a hand up her leg before she was out of reach. His eyes followed her as she left the room, she loved him!

Tom took his time as he picked up some toys, their clothes and retrieved the bottle of wine and glasses for later.

After he had put what needed putting into the dirty clothes, put the wine in the bathroom, he went searching for a couple of candles, but came up empty. "Where did she put them?" he asked himself before he gave up and relaxed on the bed that they shared. In spite of himself, he started to doze. Her kiss woke him up, in more ways than one and tried to pull her down on the bed, until she mentioned the bath. "Does Trump wear a hairpiece?" he grinned and rose from the bed. "Hmmmm... washing your back is only the beginning."

Tom lightly grasped her hips and followed her into the bathroom before he let her go and lightly nipped at her neck. With her hand in his, he stepped into the tub and settled down before he shot her a smile and lightly tugged on her hand to sit between his legs, her back to him. "You're a work of art, Baby." He reached for the body wash to pour a little into his palm."Where to start..."

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Holly settled into the tub with him and laid back against his chest, making sure that her ass rubbed deliberately over his stiff cock. She bit her lower lip as he slowly started to massage her body, his expert hands working to ease her tense muscles and to also bring her pleasure. Her nipples were growing hard and she knew it would only be a matter of time before they were doing more than bathing.

She let her eyes drift shut and she relaxed back against him, feeling the exhaustion of the day's events. Even if it was a pleasurable day and was fun filled, it was also work to make sure that a toddler didn't do anything too crazy. He had put so much thought into getting this bathroom ready for a romantic night and she felt exhausted. "I guess you couldn't find all the candles huh?" She teased playfully as she ran her fingers over the side of the tub where she usually had one lit when she took a long soaking bath.

"I have them under the sink here and I have a bunch in my studio." She told him softly. Not that the ones in the studio were really accessible to him. That was the only room she kept off limits to everyone but herself. The door was locked when she wasn't inside to avoid their son going in there and messing with stuff. She was working to have a show at a studio in San Diego, all thanks to his brother, so she didn't want to jeopardize any of it. She had pieces in storage, and many here at the house. She was hoping she could make enough from the show to buy a house. Of course these were things she didn't really talk about. They talked about mutual goals and hopes, but for some reason, talking about her art was a weird subject for her.

She gently ran her hands over his thighs and she closed her eyes, enjoying his hands working on her body. As she sat there, she realized that she loved the way the day had gone. How she had felt seeing him with their son. She wanted more children, especially with him. He was a good father, and she felt that they were secure enough in their relationship to bring it up, but tonight wasn't that night. She tilted her head and brushed her lips against his. "I love you." She whispered softly.

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Tom loved touching her, how her smooth skin glided along it, how it tasted, just everything. "Just relax and let me take care of you." He should of known to look in the bathroom, but for some reason, it hadn't occurred to him to put candles in there. "I'll know better next time."

Tom felt his shaft getting harder against her bottom and was tempted to turn her around for a more leasurely lovemaking; his hands moved up to cup her breasts, his fingertips caressed the hard nipple; his lips met hers as she turned for a kiss. "I love you too, more than I could ever say."

His lips touched her neck just behind the ear and moved lower. "Hmmmmm, I like this." as one of his hands reached for her body wash, he grinned teasingly as he poured some of the contents into his hands and started to lather his hands."How about here..." and started to run his hands over her belly.

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As his hand slid down over her stomach, Holly instantly pictured him doing this to her when she was heavily pregnant. Her head rolled back against his shoulder and her eyes drifted shut as she thought about that type of future with him. As the time had progressed between the two of them, she saw a future with him, something she had not thought was possible with anyone after their one night stand.

They were still not in a place to consider having children, but they had tons of practice at doing it. She brushed her lips against his her backside slowly starting to rub against his growing hardness. "You've got my attention." She smiled playfully as she shifted her body and she slowly lifted her body, only to sink down on his length slowly, the hot water making her feel better than before.

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Tom grinned, "So, I just have to take a nice bath with you to get your attention?" Her butt rubbed against his cock and immediately, it sprang to life. "Oh, Holly..." he whispered and lifted a hand to cup a soapy breast, the other slipped lower, between her legs to brush her sex. "You are so hot, Baby."

When she rose up from the tub, he couldn't take his eyes off of her; her descent back into the tub, her passage slipped down; he almost lost it right there as he felt her sheath him in her silken embrace. "You continue to surprise me." he whispered as he slipped his arms about her about her once again, "You have my attention." he said with a quick touch of his lips. "Oh how you have it."

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A cocky grin formed along Holly's lips as he reached up to touch her breasts. She slowly sank all the way down. She felt her head roll back against his shoulder as a small moan escaped her lips. Her hands gripped at the sides of the tub, trying to reduce the mess they could make with the water sloshing around inside. She slowly lifted her hips and then sank back down. His hands exploring her body kept her hips slowly starting to grind back against him. She continued to ride him for a little bit before the water started to splash out of the tub. This wasn't the most ideal setup, but she shifted her body and just started to rock back and forth on him.

She didn't need his continuous confirmations that he was attracted to her. She could feel it with the way his fingers trialed over her body. How he looked at her when they were together. How he had acted today when she had seen an old flame. He was possessive of her, but she relished in the sweet and sensual way he made her aware that she was his. And only his.

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Tom groaned softly at the sensations that she never failed to create flowed along his nerves. He had tried to keep the splashing down to a manageable level, but they were soon covering the floor in soapy water and at their pace, there wouldn't be much left when they were done.

He placed a hand on her belly to hold her close against him. "Try to hold still." he whispered and gave her a quick kiss before he started to flex his hips and thighs; his shaft shifted and moved within her passage, slow and intimate while he lightly rubbed her belly "Never tried it this way, but it's suppose to be intense if done right." He explained.  He let his other hand slip lower, under the surface to slowly, with a light touch, caressed her button in rhythm with each time he flexed. He grinned teasingly, his voice low as he whispered, "Just imagine relaxing in a bubble bath, sitting just like this, me lightly rubbing your swollen belly and begging to taste your milk."


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Yuzu gave a coy smile as Aika unintentionally said she'd join her in the shower, but otherwise didn't comment on it. As she showered Yuzu wondered what would happen. Surely Aika was getting undressed right now. Would she actually come in after her? She seemed like the type who was usually opposed to anything lewd or intimate. Perhaps she would have to be more proactive than just expecting the girl to slip in on her own initiative.

Suddenly Aika would see the shower door split open a bit, a pair of aquamarine eyes catching her gaze, "Hey Aika-chan... I was thinking..." she mused, a light blush dusting the small sliver of the girl's cheeks that the futa could see from here, "This place is pretty old and cheap right?" she continued, her body pressed so close to the glass that Aika could see a perfect outline of her body despite not seeing her naked directly. If she got closer she might even be able to see Yuzu's curves pressed against the glass, "Well, there's no telling how much hot water we actually have. And I'd hate for it to run out for you because I took too long..." she said, "So maybe it'd be better if we just showered together? Just to be safe..." she cooed. It was perhaps the most thinly veiled excuse to invite the girl into the shower with her possible, but there was something kind of precious about the way Yuzu blushed and her body nervously swayed behind the door as she said it.

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"Oh... oh..." Aika turned as she heard Yuzu. She made sense didn't she? Personally she would rather wait, but a hot shower was preferred, especially after tonight. They were both females were they not? She had taken baths with other women. But she was not one now, well she is. She is very much one, just... just... She looked at Yuzu, her concerns evident in her face. Then nodding, she walked closer to the shower stall. At least it was big enough for the both of them. After all it was a love hotel. Removing her towel, she hung it on a hook on the wall.

She was not as well-endowed as Yuzu but she was built like a dancer. Her C cups perky and nipples already stiffened, although she did not seemed to have noticed them. Her skin was flawless and was a healthy glow. She covered her cock modestly as she entered the shower. "Would you like me to wash your back?"

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Yuzu slid the door open to invite Aika into the shower, unable to hide her blatant gawking as the girl revealed her body. She was so slender and toned, a contrast to Yuzu who's mostly sedentary field left her on the softer side, even a slight bit of belly. It was actually one of the reasons she often wore loose, fluffy, flowing outfits. Cerulean blue eyes traced the futa from head to toe, her expression clearly showing how she admired her body. Though it wasn't just from an attraction stand point, as an artist she could also appreciate the shapes and lines of her form. In a way Aika herself was a work of art, she'd love to be able to use her as a model, especially with her more... unique features...

She managed a small giggle when the girl shyly covered up her crotch, "You don't have to cover it up you know. I've already seen it right?" she said. It was a bit too late for Aika to be acting bashful about her body considering Yuzu had already licked her cock up and down like a lollipop, in the middle of a crowd no less, "Plus I don't think you should be so embarrassed about something so beautiful..." she cooed, before suddenly stepping back and covering up her own sensitive spots with her arms, "If anyone should be embarrassed it's me. I haven't shown myself to anyone else before. Oh my, I'm supposed to be tiny and cute, but since I quit my diet I've started to swell up all over. How shameful, please don't look..." she said in mock bashfulness, turning her back to Aika as if try and hide herself, but in truth just offering herself to the girl's suggestion, "I wouldn't mind..." she said in response to Aika's offer to wash her back, casting an alluring look back over her shoulder at the futa, "Though only if you'll let me wash your front in exchange..." she added coyly.

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Walking into the shower, Aika kept quiet as she turned Yuzu around. It was mainly to hide her embarrassment to being naked in front of the girl. They were both quite short and they were perhaps about the same height. Reaching towards the liquid shower wash, she starts to massage Yuzu's back. She was quite firm, but adjusted her grip according to Yuzu's reaction. Despite that however, she asks, "is it too hard? Or would you prefer it a little harder?" Aika was very good at it, in fact, too good. Previously she had taken up a course to do massage. It was initially her first idea of a job. It was also sort of medically related. She was sort of naive then, not that she still wasn't. The girls at the place she first worked at did not have any massage training, and clients often asked for special services. She left there pretty quick.

She continued to move down Yuzu's back, her technique good even if they lacked experience. She would reach for the soap every once in a while, using both palm, fingers and thumb to get into Yuzu's muscles. What she did not notice was that she was soon getting an erection and was accidentally teasing Yuzu with it. Soon, she moved back a little and bent a little as she started to massage Yuzu's waist and hips.

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Yuzu would let out small little grunts and moans as Aika's fingers worked into her back. It was a little bit of pain admittedly, and she initially clenched up a little at Aika's firm touch, but her soft mewling would quickly start to take on a more pleasant, and suggestive, tone. It was clear the girl didn't get massaged often, and that she carried a lot of tension in her back and shoulders, thanks to slumping over her desk all day. Despite how soft the girl was elsewhere, the muscles on her back were pretty tight, though Aika was able to loosen her up pretty well, and she could feel the girl start to melt in pleasure from it, "It's alright. I didn't realize you'd have such strong hands. I kind of like it. You can go as hard as you like, do whatever you want with me..." she cooed, her back not the only thing loosening up, something other than shower water starting to drip down her thighs.

"Mmf! Mmmnn..." she mewled as Aika hit a particularly sensitive spot on her lower back, the futa's thumbs pressing into the tiny dimples there. Yuzu's moans were becoming more and more suggestive as Aika's soapy hands danced across her body, which she might have been playing up a little, especially after she felt something long and hard press against her, "Mmmn, you're really good at this, I feel like I might just melt down the drain..." she cooed, wriggling her hips a little in Aika's hands. Suddenly Yuzu would lean forward herself, bracing a hand against the wall, sticking her butt out into Aika's massaging palms, her plump cheeks filling the futa's hands nicely, "Aika-chan... you know there's also a spot a little lower that's been a bit tight lately... do you think you could do, what is is called? a 'deep tissue' massage...?" she asked, seemingly requesting a "special service" not unlike the clients at her old massage parlor. Though hopefully Yuzu's offer was more tempting than some skeezy old man's.


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Of all the questions Cyrus was expecting from Apollo, it certainly hadn't been one about human teeth. "Um," Cyrus began, taken aback. "We eat things other than meat, so we have some teeth that are better for crushing hard foods than tearing into meat. Nuts, tough vegetables... you get the idea." He gave Apollo a strange look. "You do eat things other than meat, right? I'm not sure if I can afford to feed you if all you eat is meat."

"And as far as forks and knives---they do help make food easier for us to eat, but a lot of why we use them is cultural. It's considered uncivilized to eat some foods with just your bare hands. If you ate a steak with just your hands, people would judge you. But there are some foods, like hamburgers, that people don't mind folks eating with just their hands. It's pretty arbitrary what foods people think should be eaten with hands and what foods they think should be eaten with utensils, I suppose."

Victoria was purring, enjoying Apollo's gentle petting. Cyrus watched. He didn't dismiss the idea that he and Apollo would never grow to be friends, but he did nod at the notion of Victoria and Apollo becoming friends. "She's already taken quite a shine to you. I'm sure you'll get along well."

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Apollo tried to keep up his smile after that. He wanted to give off a more friendly disposition to Cyrus so they could eventually be less awkward with each other. He mostly just stayed quiet and held Victoria in his lap, petting her softly. He had turned on the T.V, watching a movie to avoid the silence between them. Unfortunately, that could only last for so long. Apollo attempted to try and make conversation but figured Cyrus had had enough so he didn't.

It wasn't until the sun started to lower that Apollo say anything. "So... I packed my own sleep wear but since I cannot sleep on the couch, I can make a spot on the floor for me to sleep if that would be best for you? I have my own bathroom supplies as well so you don't have to worry about that either." Apollo's duffle was on the floor next to Cyrus. "Just let me know when you are getting ready for bed and I will follow you. That is if your Victoria will allow me to stand up."

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As much as Cyrus felt frustrated with Apollo, the thought of making the siren sleep on the bare floor sat uncomfortably with him.

"I'm not such a poor host that I'll make you sleep on the floor," Cyrus said. He was frowning and there was an incredulous, almost offended tone to his voice, as if Apollo had just asked him if he ate puppies for lunch every day. "I'll order a futon or something online, but my bed is big enough for us to share for a bit."

He stood, unconcerned by the fact that Apollo was still stuck under the cat. "It's okay. Hey Tori-Tori, time to brush teeth!" he said, his pitch going a bit higher when he addressed Victoria. The cat immediately jumped down from Apollo's lap and darted down the hall and into the restroom. Cyrus chuckled as he waited for Apollo to stand and follow him down the hall, amused by the little nightly routine he and Victoria had.

"She has her own water bowl, but she likes to drink from the faucet. I let it drip a bit while I brush my teeth so she can drink from it, and then we'll go to bed and she'll sleep by my legs. She's really sweet."

Cyrus led Apollo to the bathroom. He cleared off a small space on the counter so Apollo would have room to store his belongings. Once that was done, he started brushing his teeth, leaving the water on a trickle so Victoria could drink from it. She kept putting her paw under the water and then licking all the droplets off of it. As soon as Cyrus was done brushing his teeth and had rinsed out his mouth, he turned off the tap. He picked up Victoria and cradled her against his chest, which she accepted without complaint, this apparently another standard part of their nightly routine.

Cyrus set Victoria down on the bed as soon as he got to the bedroom, but he didn't climb under the covers quite yet. "I usually like to sleep in my underwear," he admitted to Apollo, "but I'll throw something else on if that makes you uncomfortable. Just let me know."

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Apollo didn't try to argue with Cyrus over him sleeping in the bed. He just followed him to the bathroom, curiously watching Victoria run towards the destination. "Well, I appreciate that, just know I wasn't thinking you were a terrible host. I often sleep on more stiff and hard surfaces so a floor would actually be like home." Apollo had his eyes on Victoria though, drinking from the dripping tap.

He also started to brush his teeth, wanting to keep pace with Cyrus. It would have been a goof break for Cyrus since Apollo couldn't exactly speak while he teethed but it did take Apollo longer to get the job done, he had a few more teeth than Cyrus did upon closer inspection.

Once he was sure he had no more toothpaste in his teeth, he followed Cyrus out to the bedroom. "I don't mind really. I tend to sleep in my underwear as well but more often naked." Apollo started to dig through his bag. "But of course, I would not do that here." He pulled a comb from his bag, starting to part his hair down the middle in order to braid it for the night.

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Cyrus nodded at Apollo's words. "It's only fair that you can sleep in your underwear, too. Just stay on your side of the bed." He stripped down to his underwear, putting his used clothing into the laundry hamper. Cyrus crawled into bed, spending a few minutes on his phone ordering a sleeping bag online. Once that was done, he plugged his phone in and then went to sleep.

Cyrus woke in the morning to find that Apollo had not stayed on his side of the king-sized bed. The siren's limbs were tangled with Cyrus' own, and it seemed that there wasn't a single inch of exposed skin that wasn't touching between them. "Wake up," Cyrus grumpily said, jabbing at Apollo. "Get off of me."

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Apollo wasn't used to sleeping alone. When he was back home, he would sleep with brothers and sisters as children and when he got engaged, he was allowed to sleep with his fiancé. However, the last three months on land, he has needed to sleep alone so he started to hold a pillow at night. He didn't think much of it when Cyrus and him went to bed. He simply held his pillow while he went to sleep.

He was just as surprised when he woke up to Cyrus jabbing at him to move. Cyrus was so warm, perhaps that is why he moved in the night.

"M'sorry." He turned over and curled back to his side of the bed. "Should I go make breakfast? I can make chicken eggs and toast." He rubbed his eyes, stretching out his arms and legs, sitting up to rub the rest of his face. "Do you like chicken eggs?" Apollo started to unbraid his hair, looking over his shoulder at Cyrus.

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Cyrus was still a bit irritated, but he could feel his anger ebbing away at the mention of food. He was a fairly simple person, at the end of the day. "Yeah, thanks. I'd like two eggs and one piece of toast, please."

He stood and walked over to his closet, gathering up the clothes he intended to put on that day: black dress slacks and a dark gray button-down shirt. He could just wear loungewear today since he'd be working from home, but Cyrus had found that he was better able to focus on work if he dressed up like he was actually going out to work. "I want to shower. Can you, I guess... just sit on the toilet and ignore me? And then we can switch, if you want."