[User] Clapping her thighs rapidly, Ian pulled out just before he launched, and fired off his load, showing her his hidden talent. He shot his load across her stomach and all the way into her breasts. It was an incredible feat and he seemed to know it, grinning like the boy who tricked the devil, as he held his mast, throbbing hotly.

[Assistant] Gasping as Scarlet came to her climax before he pulled out from her "Mm you're so sexy" she spoke as she dipped her finger in his cum bringing it to her lips taking her finger in her mouth cleaning his cum.

[User] "Mm you're pretty sexy too." Ian told her, just before he relaxed his body back onto a stool, sitting there watching her as she took samples of his seed for herself. He flashed her a smile before he rolled her onto her back, just to get her to lay back. "Now we gotta eat, we're gonna pass out one of these times doing this."

[Assistant] Scarlet didn't entirely want to stop but she knew they both needed to eat "mm okay fine we can eat now" she spoke softly biting on her lower lip watching him.

[User] Smirking to his new lover, Ian helped her off the table, holding her in his arms before he helped her onto her seat, no doubt pained by their excessive sex. He gave a quick check to her food and gave it a quick reheat while he turned towards her once again. "Have you always been this insatiable? Or am I something to blame?"

[Assistant] Scarlet just shook her head finding him extremely thrilling "Depends on how you look at it but maybe I like sex so maybe you're the best sex I've had since the drastic changes in life" she spoke softly giving him a soft smile.

[User]
"Well... I'm glad to be of service. It's been quite awhile since I've enjoyed sex and I think you might just be the best sex I've ever had." And that was saying something. Yet Ian didn't want his profession to spoil the moment.

"I think you can drain me... just as fast as I can make more... which is why I'm wanting to stop. You're gonna be hitting the pump only to find nothing coming out... and that's half the fun."

[Assistant] Giving a nod "That's definitely half the fun and one of the best compliments I've gotten" she responded to him understanding the full reason she was still curious about recognizing him still unsure of where, Scarlet just looked up at him "I also believe we have a movie and food to get to so forgive me for being a sex crazed person" she added trying to make light of the situation.

[User] "You never need apologize. Just let me recharge." He smiled back, just before her food went off, and he claimed it for her. Sitting across from her, they quickly ate, either feeling their sexual energies already recharging. Ian never found this, ever, during his time in porn. He had a few girls who were stunning, but none that made him want to marathon sex like Scarlet could. Almost made him wonder if she would ever join him as a couple stars. But that was a large ask. Some other time he would ask.

[Assistant] Scarlet finished eating her food "Hopefully that was at least decent" she spoke softly as she got up and grabbed her plate and took it to the sink rinsing it out cocking her hip to one side "So what type of movies are you into?" She added.

[User] "Well you should see the ones I'm in..." Ian murmured playfully to himself, grinning as he stood up and followed after her to the sink. "I'm a sucker for rom coms." He told her at normal audible sound as he crossed his arms around her neck from behind, laying his junk against her back, just to remind her he hadn't really put pants back on.

[Assistant] Scarlet finished up washing the dishes out "Are you in movies? I bet they're great if you are but rom coms are pretty good" she spoke leaning against him feeling his junk against her, knowing now it'd probably be a nice night in front of the TV.

[User] "Mm can you see me in a rom com? I doubt it. Don't have the skills to act." Ian teased her, slowly groping her breasts with his hands as he played with her idly. Even if it was harmless, he slowly began to stiffen up against her butt, showing her he still had bullets in the chamber.

[Assistant] "Mm I don't know you could play the one who gets the girl" Scarlet stated in a softer tone before turning around tilting her head slightly giving him a soft smile "But I could be wrong" she added.

[User] "I hope you aren't." Ian smirked back before he slipped his hand into hers and began to back away, pulling her along with him. He brought her back to the living room, taking his seat at the center if the couch, planting his hands together in his lap, just watching her as he patiently waited for her to queue up whatever movie she could think of, or relinquish the remote to him.

[Assistant] Sitting next to him she just handed him the remote knowing her taste in movies were pretty bad, but Scarlet liked his company and trusted him to choose the movie. Scarlet ended up leaning her head against his shoulder nuzzling into him not wanting to start anything yet "My picks are normally terrible" she spoke softly.

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"Mm I doubt that. I'm gonna make you choose one day and you'll have to hope your claim holds up. Or you'll get a spanking..." Ian told her with a smirk as he wrapped his arm around her to hold her to his side, enjoying the feeling of her body.

Cruising through selections and streaming services, he found the one he used the most, and began to search through his options. "I enjoy your choices... and decisions... is how I got here... with you."

[Assistant] Giving a soft giggle nuzzling "Normally I make terrible decisions" she mumbled pressing her lips to his shoulder as he searched for something to watch, Scarlet had a past but he probably could tell exactly or at least somewhat of what she went through.

[User] "Well you make good ones too. Don't forget that." Playing one of the rom coms on screen, Ian turned to Scarlet, and pressed a kiss to her head. "It's OK to have a past, we all do. We just live through it differently."

[Assistant] Scarlet just closed her eyes for a moment as he kissed her forehead knowing fully she was safer with him "You have all the right words" she mumbled lowly before opening her eyes again.

[User] "I got all the right moves too..." Ian then leaned back, grabbed her around the chest, and pulled her up into his lap, laying her along his body. He then laid the seat back and held Scarlet around the stomach, cradling her lap carefully as he smiled to himself.

[Assistant] Nuzzling into him Scarlet couldn't contain a small giggle "mm that's true" she mumbled before running a hand over his shoulder turning her head to look at the TV, Scarlet felt her body just relax against him.

[User] Rubbing her body idly, he gently held one of her thighs, right below her ass cheek. They settled mildly well in the couch and quickly settled fully as the movie continued to play. After a while, Ian began to rub around her thigh, squeezing her leg off and on, eventually making his way to her butt, squeezing it softly.

[Assistant] Taking in his touch as he rubbed and squeezed her Scarlet just grinned knowing this moment might turn into something more than just touching "Mm you know that could get you into trouble" she stated as he went up to her ass.

[User] "Oh yeah? Well I better stop then... especially since I had planned to do this..." Ian then spanked her across the ass cheek, smirking as he tried to act innocent, even if he was far from it. "That wouldn't get me in trouble would it?"

[Assistant] Scarlet definitely was enjoying every little thing he was doing "Hmm... depends if you'd rather just be a little bad" she spoke with a giggle moving so she could face him as she bit her lip lightly, it was obvious they were probably sexually recharged but she would hate to drain him.

[User] "Little bad is just one spank?" Ian spanked her right side cheek. "But really bad would be, what? Maybe this...?" He spanked her ass cheek twice, grabbed both cheeks, and pulled her up so he could press his lips to hers, making a soft moan as he kissed her, now groping her ass.

[Assistant] With him spanking her she was definitely getting soaked and if it wasn't obvious that she craved his hands all over her body the way she kissed him back would definitely be a sign, Scarlet moved her hips against his.

[User] Humming hotly, His hands began to knead her ass cheeks, pulling, and encouraging her to grind her lap across his own. Sucking at her tongue, Ian felt his stiff cock rub against her belly. He then lifted her hips so his cock could swing free, then nestle into her thighs so she could rub the fleshy pole.

[Assistant] Scarlet moved her hips at a slow pace moving a hand up to his cheek just letting him suck on her tongue moaning softly through the kiss, her body was practically begging to be taken by him.

[User] Ian had both hands conducting her ass cheeks, he was able to pull and press them around the head of his cock as she rubbed her pussy along his shaft. Slowly sucking her tongue, he popped off, and pressed his head to her jawline, whispering into her ear. "Ride me, Scarlet. Ride me like you need me. Fuck me like you need to!"

[Assistant] Scarlet definitely couldn't hold back any longer because she REALLY needed to have him inside of her it only took a second to adjust herself on him before bouncing her hips off of his inching his cock into her "you were right you have all the right moves" she mumbled through a moan.

[User] "Sometimes... sometimes I do." Ian moaned out to her as she slowly pierced her pussy over his hard cock, making fast work of getting him inside her warmth. Still holding onto her hips, he happily helped pull her down and bounce her back up, making a hot little rhythm of their hips smacking.

[Assistant] She moaned bouncing herself slightly faster, knowing her body was used to his cock finally; Scarlet just wanted to please his every need, everything just felt so right with him against her.

[User] "Oh fuck! Yes yes! Fuck me Scarlet! Fuck me!" Ian moaned out, spanking her ass cheek hard as she rode his lap. "God you're so fucking sexy! How could you ever masturbate enough? You fucking need royal dick treatments!" He panted out, moaning softly as he felt her lap clap his thighs.

[Assistant] Her lips found their way to his jaw sucking lightly before bouncing as fast as she could on his cock, Scarlet felt her back arching slightly while his hands spanked her and touched her ass "mm you're the sexy one" she mumbled.

[User] "You deny that your sexy one more time, and I'll ram your ass again." Ian playfully warned her, huffing hotly as she clapped his lap repeatedly. Each strike of her pussy made his balls bounce, smacking her taint or his thighs, regardless, he fucking loved it.

[Assistant] "Is that a threat or a promise? Because I'm not sexy by any means" Scarlet leaned closer to his ear moaning as she rode him as fast as she could, knowing for sure it was a promise he'd definitely deliver but it'd be a fun time.

[User] "Oh you're just trying to get fucked now..." Ian acted like it was a surprise, yet he didn't stop her yet, he wanted to let her ride herself to climax before he changed the play of the game. He instead slapped her ass, brought a hand to the back of her head, and made her kiss him hotly, moaning into her mouth as he did.

[Assistant] Scarlet kissed him back with slight aggression moving her hips keeping pace as her body started to tremble, she knew he probably would be a tease about it but it was all feeling more than just a normal sexual response.

[User] "Cum Scarlet! Cum for your Daddy! I want to fuck your asshole!" Ian panted against her lips before he grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and kissed her neck. He slapped her ass cheek, groped her butt, and made sure to leave a nice hickey on her neck, just so anyone knew she was getting fucked in her down time.

[Assistant] Scarlet couldn't hold herself back and the way her body just felt like it was ready to explode, her body ground into him before cumming all over his cock "Fuck" she moaned out closing her eyes panting a bit.

[User]
As Scarlet gave in and burst, Ian slammed inside her, grabbed her hips, and just gyrated his cock back and forth inside her, hoping to prolong her orgasm for at least a minute straight.

Once she had worn down to just panting, Ian lifted her off his lap, and let her fall onto her chest along the rest of the couch. Ian then crawled up to his foot and knee, one knee on the couch, the other foot on the floor. He then split her cheeks apart, pressed and prodded his cock tip on her anus, and then pushed inside slowly, just to let her know he was serious about her asshole.

[Assistant] Scarlet just moaned out as he rammed into her one last time before he moved her to collapse down on her stomach, she was still trembling from her climax as he stuck himself inside of her ass hole "oh daddy yes" she moaned.

[User] "Daddy... I love to be your Daddy... say it again..." Ian moaned to, using his deeper, growling voice, which was definitely meant for sex. He then slowly, agonizingly, began to push down into her ass, pushing into her with her own climax.

[Assistant] Scarlet was definitely into this more than she ever thought she would be "Hmm daddy please!" she spoke through a moan that seemed to keep going as he slid deeper into her ass.

[User] "Oh yes! Scarlet! I'm you're daddy now! All me!" He moaned out as he seemed to get to a point where he could easily slid in and out of her ass. "Oh fuck! You're my little slut aren't you? My little slut neighbor girl!"

[Assistant] Scarlet closed her eyes as he thrust in and out of her ass she was unable to stop her moans from escaping her mouth "Fuck yes daddy I'm your little slut neighbor that needs owning" she spoke out arching up.

[User]
"Very well... I own you from now on! You're my little ass slut!" Ian moaned out, grabbing her hips as he clapped her over and over again, his moans getting louder and louder as he did.

"I'm gonna cum! Should I feed you my cum? Or plug your ass with all of my hot nut?!" He growled out, his thrusts getting more and more ragged as he fought back his orgasm.

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"Mmm fill my ass with your cum Daddy please" she pleaded with him knowing his body was about to explode inside of her, Scarlet wanted every bit of this man's nut dripping out of her.

Scarlet gripped the couch tightly as he clapped her cheeks repeatedly "fuck yes Daddy please cum in me" she moaned loudly.

[User] Clapping down, he finally burst, stabbing his cock into her butt before he it began to shoot out. Moaning out in pleasuring relief, he quickly began to pump her full of hot white mess, moaning out loud as he did. "Fuck... yes... oh God Scarlet... yesss baby..."

[Assistant] Scarlet let her body just collapse as he filled her ass to the brim it was obvious she could only want and crave Ian so much more, her small body just trembled at the pleasurable mess he had made.

[User] Panting out hotly, Ian held into her hips as he just knelt there, trying to regain himself as he clearly had just sent a big push out into her body. He needed to catch himself and slow himself down.

[Assistant] Scarlet just relaxed against the couch "mm that was hot" she mumbled closing her eyes as they both tried to catch themselves due to him shooting his hot mess into her, they could just lay right there to slow things down since it was getting a bit late.

[User] Slowly pulling from her butt, Ian slowly sat on his own backside, tapped her hip, and leaned into the couch cushions, exhausted. "Mm very hot... how are we going to keep that up all the time I wonder." He chuckled softly as he saw her asshole bubble up white.

[Assistant] Giggling softly Scarlet nuzzled into his shoulder "Mm I think we'll manage to but I know I'm a lot to handle" she spoke softly exhausted from the encounter with Ian knowing that it was definitely the best sex she has had.

[User] "Mm you act like it's a punishment. You just let me handle you." Ian told her, pulling her up onto his lap, pulling her chin to his as he kissed her slowly, holding her hips firmly.

[Assistant] Scarlet blushed as Ian kissed her obviously she couldn't help herself but kiss back her body shifted slightly as they kissed, she ran a hand along his face down to his neck.

[User] Kissing back and forth, Ian chuckled softly as he kissed her cheek, her jaw line, and then below her ear slowly. His other hand rubbed her hip slowly, enjoying the feeling of her skin below his hand. "Even now... you're trying to make me hard again... but I don't know if I can manage another one... tonight."

[Assistant] "Hmm... my body won't work in the morning if we go another round but I just feel right against you" she spoke softly tangling her legs with his just enjoying them being intertwined together "I don't mean to keep making you hard" she added.

[User]
"Sure you do... you wouldn't be so sexy if you weren't." Ian teased her before he slowly kissed her one more time before he hugged her down to his chest and finally laid back to relax.

"We never did get to that wine... oh well, we always have another time." He chuckled softly, not really caring about the wine.

[Assistant]
"I'm not that sexy but I guess you believe otherwise" Scarlet spoke softly once he just hugged her to his chest her whole body sunk into his, just getting comfortable for the first time in awhile.

"Well if you wouldn't have distracted me we would've gotten to it but next time for sure" she smiled to herself happy that he said there would be a next time.

[User]
"Next time... I hope it's soon." Ian told her with a grin before he kissed her neck one more time before he began to feel exhaustion radiate through his body.

"I'm starting to feel it... I think it may have to be the night... just hate to stop the fun... but we need rest... and to recuperate."

[Assistant] Scarlet giggled softly a hint of sleepiness in the laugh she nuzzled even closer "Well I'm right next door whenever you need a fix but tonight if you want we can move to the bed to rest unless you're needing to head home" she offered for Ian to stay if he wanted unsure if he'd accept the offer or not.

[User] "As much as I want to stay, I also want to get a head start on breaking in the new home. I assure you... we'll have plenty of nights sleeping over at the others house... I think it's fun to swap locations every once and awhile..." Ian told her with a grin, his hand rubbing her hip.

[Assistant] "Mm I get that you probably have a better bed than I do anyways" she responded as she gave a nod defiantly not wanting to move from him, but Scarlet knew that breaking in a new home took a bit to do.

[User] "I don't know. Actually, I bought a new bed for this move. Figured a new bed with no... no memories might be a better time." Ian told her softly, which was definitely a left turn from their conversations so far. Yet, he did say he was leaving behind a pretty large chunk of his life earlier, or at least alluded to it if nothing else.

[Assistant] Scarlet looked up at Ian just admiring him "Well if you need a cuddle buddy I guess just call me or something" she mumbled really disappointed that he had to go but knew they'd see a lot more of each other since they were neighbors, she bit her lip before getting up off of him "I can walk you out" she added.

[User] "I'll never hesitate. And much the same for you, my legs work all the same..." Ian told her with a grin before he climbed up onto his legs, redressing in the living room before they got to the door.

[Assistant] Pulling a shirt on at least to cover most of her lady parts before watching him get dressed "mm I'll keep my bed open" Scarlet spoke as they made it towards the door dreading for him to just walk out her house.

[User]
At the door, Ian could feel the sadness rolling off her, and he could relate. He himself didn't want tk just leave either. She was the first person he had felt close to in awhile. Especially with sex. Sex had been a job, he didn't remember the last time sex felt like a privilege or an intimacy. Yet still, he knew if they had some distance now and then, it would always feel special when they were together.

"Alright, I'm out of here. I'll see about maybe thinking of some sort of day plan tomorrow and you can show me around town, and we just see how long we can behave, OK?"

[Assistant] Unaware that it was obvious to him she didn't want him to leave her she knew that they were technically still strangers, but life had brought them together for some reason and not knowing anything was a little fun to Scarlet but she definitely wanted to know him "Okay that works for me but I do have one of my best friends coming over but that's probably going to be early so I guess I'll see you tomorrow" she explained.

[User] "Wonderful, gives me time to straighten up my mess of boxes. Have a good night Scarlet, I'll see you tomorrow." Stealing another kiss off the edge of her lips, Ian gave her a soft little wave before he made his way out her door and back towards his own home. He definitely felt the days activities on his body.

[Assistant] Waving him off, Scarlet backed into her house shutting the door sighing happily that she had a great night with a great guy, her body was crying out for bed so as she made her way to her bedroom she just thought of the sexual encounter.

[User]
Ian went straight to his shower, stripping for the second time that night, drowned out his crying muscles, and sexual scents before he then barely dried off, then collapsed on the bedding.

The next day, Ian was still asleep by the time Olivia arrived, one of, if not the most predominant friend of Scarlet's. She was on the front step, knocking on the door, watching her phone for updates or texts, it seemed like Scarlet overslept as well.

[Assistant] Scarlet had definitely overslept due to sleeping the best sleep of her life after the nights activities, she woke up hearing the knocking at the door causing her to get clothes on before walking out to the door Scarlet opened the door pretty slowly since she was still half asleep.


[User]
It had been two weeks since Lia had died---had been a week since the funeral, and as Aubrey packed her friend's things (the last remnants of life that ended far too soon) into one of the many cardboard boxes scattered on their apartment floor, she still couldn't believe it. The entire thing felt like a nightmare, like an unending fever dream that went on and on and on.

Jaxon and her had the misfortune of finding Lia's body, had the memory of calling the paramedics and their friend's parents seared into their skull for all eternity. And honestly, Aubrey didn't know how she was going to live with that burden for the rest of her life. How had she and Jaxon never noticed the signs? The fact that Lia was crying out for help?

The thought of it all weighed heavily on her shoulders, and she sat on the living room floor (folding some of Lia's shirts with trembling hands), she felt tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, felt an all too familiar weight bearing down on her shoulders again. She'd spent the entirety of the week sleeping in Jaxon's bed because she couldn't bear the thought of being alone with her thoughts. Right now, she dropped the shirt to the ground and pressed her hands over her eyes to try and wipe away at her tears.

[Assistant]
Jaxon was standing outside, just in the alleyway behind their apartment, staring up the fire escape they used to all climb up, the three of them, just to hang out on the roof, tell stupid stories, and eat pizza. But even now, Jaxon had a hard time hearing the laughter of his memories, he instead felt the rain smattering across his face as he stared up the cold wrought iron bars of the ladder.

He had told Aubrey he would be back in just a few moments, having needed to go to his car to grab something, or put something back, he honestly couldn't remember the lie he used just to be alone with his thoughts. Because in the rain, or in the shower, Jaxon couldn't see his tears. Opening the front door, Jaxon walked in, kicking his shoes off the same way he had a hundred times already, his clothes soaked to the bone, and his thin hips barely able to hold up the heavy khaki pants. He turned to go to the bedroom, but saw Aubrey crying on her knees. He understood it too well, but he had to be the one standing tall, for her, for Lia's memory.

He walked over to Aubrey's side, pressed his leg to her side, and gently laid his hand over her head, gently rubbing her scalp through her hair, just letting her have some slight physical attention, just to help ground herself. "Hey, come take a break. Help me pick out my pajamas." He told her, knowing it often helped to have an objective to help switch mental tracks. I.e. help Him so she could take a moment from the grief.

[User]
Aubrey wasn't ready to pack up Lia's belongings, wasn't ready to say goodbye to the last remnants of their friend's life. However as much as she wanted to prolong the process, Lia's family would be coming in the morning to pick up her things. And just a few days after that, she and Jaxon would be moving to a smaller apartment, one that wasn't haunted with the heavy weight of bad memories.

Aubrey was still trying to wipe away at her tears when she felt Jaxon by her side. Her friend laid a gentle hand on her head, and feeling his fingers through her messy locks brought her back to herself somewhat---reminded her that they still had to function through the pain. It was around then that she glanced up at him and noticed he was soaked to the bone.

Worry shone in her eyes as she stared up at him. "Jaxon? Were you standing out in the rain?" He'd mentioned getting something from his car, but judging by how drenched he was, it was clear he'd been out there for a good while. Aubrey was instantly on her feet, momentarily ignoring his request as she darted off to the bathroom to grab him a towel. "You'll get sick." She pressed the towel into his hands, tried to get him to wrap it around his shoulders. The young woman spent a moment fussing over her friend before she finally looked at him (they both looked as if they hadn't had a good sleep in weeks) and frowned. She didn't wait for him, instead opting to head into his room and re-emerge with his shirt and sweatpants in her arms.

She looked like a zombie in a trance as she pushed the clothes into his arms. "You'll be lucky if you don't catch a cold." Jaxon had at least succeeded in distracting her.

[Assistant]
"No, I had to take stuff to the car." Jaxon said, clearly lying just to hide from his emotions further. Lying was harsh for what he was doing, avoiding seemed more apt for his actions.

As Aubrey stood up, he watched her, nearly frozen as she ran to the bathroom for a towel and pressed it against him, telling him to dry off. "I won't get sick! That's an old wives tail. At best I'll just get a fever for a day!" He called to her, arguing for the sake of conversation, not really paying too much mind to even what they were going on about.

As she brought him his sweats and shirt, he gave a soft sigh, took them, and then looked to her eyes. "What? Want me to change right here? Im not wearing boxers..." He told her, noting the lack of underwear. One glance would show his pants were just hanging on his hips, his defined "V" line crotch quite distinguished.

[User]
The mere act of going back and forth over trivial things helped. It didn't ease the pain of Lia's death, but if anything, allowed them a temporary exit route from mourning. And so Aubrey did her best to busy herself with fussing over Jaxon. "A fever would be bad---we're moving on Friday." It was going to be a hectic week. "And of course not!" She began pushing against his back, nudging him in the direction of the bathroom. "Go get dry."

Now that Lia was gone, it would be up to the two of them to take care of each other. And once Jaxon was out of sight (and she was alone with her thoughts once more), the same weighty loneliness bore down on her like an invisible burden, the weight of Lia's sudden departure. She couldn't deal with packing up the remainder of their friends belongings. Instead, she made her way back to Jaxon's room and climbed underneath the covers. They each had their own rooms, but she hadn't exactly given him much space since Lia's death. Perhaps it wasn't fair to him, but she didn't want to be alone.

[Assistant]
Chuckling softly in the face of a fever, Jaxon was ushered into the bathroom to be dried and changed, yet as he peeled his clothes off, he had a weird, unexpected urge to do something... spontaneous. As he stripped naked, dried off well and good, he just wrapped the towel around his waist, shut off the bathroom light, and made his way into the bedroom.

The bedroom was dark, all the curtains pulled shut, but that didn't stop the rain from making itself known. The walls were adorned with band posters, dark art works, and even a framed garter belt from some musician he had gone seen live. His own little trophies. As he entered the bedroom, he dropped his towel, climbed into the bed behind Aubrey, and slipped himself up alongside her back, not too dissimilar to usual, minus his nudity.

"Hey..." He whispered softly, catching her attention before he leaned down and pressed a small, unplanned kiss on her tumbling lips. He had no clue, no idea, where this came from. Whether he was acting out or acting on some whim, he didn't know. But he knew he was none the less acting on it.

[User]
They'd spent every night since Lia's funeral in his bed. Aubrey had pretty much turned into a clingy Koala in the face of their grief, and Jaxon the unwitting recipient of her neediness. It wasn't fair to him---being turned into some sort of emotional crutch when he was hurting too---but it seemed like the same song and dance was about to take place until he suddenly changed the choreography and tilted his head down to kiss her.

His lips were warm against hers, and unwittingly, she strained her head upward like a flower reaching for the sun. Because she needed him close, always.

She leaned into him like she always did, suddenly becoming aware of his nudity. "Jaxon?" Her voice was barely a ghost of whisper---uncertainty and confusion melding as she stared at him through the darkness (the only light illuminating them, the one that spilled from the hall). Despite the confusion though, she didn't push him away, didn't show any indication of wanting to leave.

[Assistant]
"Aubrey." Jaxon merely answered before he slipped back, pulled her onto her back, and leaned back over her to trap her lips into a slow kiss. It was all he could think to do, the only thing his mind, body, and soul could think to do to break this cycle of pain, hiding, and sadness.

It became very clear that this kiss was merely a stepping stone, as his genitals seemed to caress her thigh, alerting her to his fairly well endowed size, but also confirming his nudity and intention. Pushing the kiss further, Jaxon hummed softly, only to break away once they needed air, and to confirm what exactly was going to happen at this very unexpected intersection.

[User]
He kissed her slowly, and surprising even her herself, Aubrey kissed him back. Slow and soft, like they were bleeding their sadness and hurt into each other. She had known Jaxon for as long as she'd known Lia (going back all the way to dog days of elementary school), and while there might have been fleeting crushes during the confusing teenage years, this was never a line they'd ever crossed.

Something about kissing him in his bed in the wake of Lia's death---just a week after her funeral---felt wrong. But it was also the closest she'd felt to him in a while... and if she pushed him away, would things between them turn awkward? Would Jaxon leave her alone with her thoughts? A hundred questions whirred away in her head.

She bristled when she felt his growing hardness against her thigh... it hot against her (and she had never done anything of the sort with anyone before, but she didn't tell him that). As he pulled away, she spent a tense moment catching her breath before wordlessly leaning in to kiss him back---her own lips moving against his heated mouth as her hands tentatively began to glide across his chest. Maybe he needed this. Maybe she needed it too.

[Assistant]
Their bodies began to intertwine, her hands against his chest, his hands along her hips as he held onto her while they kissed on and off. Before too long, Jaxon was pressed against her thigh, his manhood easily tapping out into a nearly double digit length. Not to mention a healthy girth as well.

Pulling back one more time, panting softly, his eyes flashing wanton thoughts and needs, he breathed slowly initiating the next step. He slowly began to undress her, pulling her shirt up off her chest and over her arms and head. Once it fell to the side, Jaxon looked deep into her eyes, through the darkness, and finally spoke.

"Aubrey... I want to feel you..." He couldn't speak to the validity of where these urges were coming from but he could feel it was deeper than just sex, it was a searching emotion. Searching for something normal... consistent, something that would pervert their relationship and lives for quite some time.

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There was comfort in their closeness---a connection that seemed to keep her afloat. The logical voice in Aubrey's head told her to pull away, told her that whatever it was they were doing now would alter their friendship irrevocably. But she drowned out the voice of reason because in the moment, she just wanted to be close to him, just wanted him to hold her so she could drown out the emptiness inside, the void in her chest.

His mouth was warm against hers, so she focused on that---focused on him. Aubrey allowed Jaxon to tug her shirt off her body, raising her arms to aid him until she was underneath him in nothing more than a modest white bra and her shorts. In the dim lighting, she could see the intimidating outline of his swollen manhood... could feel the heat it seemed to emanate against her thigh.

_I want to feel you._ She didn't know what she wanted from Jaxon (didn't know if she even wanted this), but she wanted to be held, wanted to be as close to him as she could possibly be to snuff out the loneliness that had dug its talons into her. "Okay," she whispered. "I want you to hold me." It didn't matter how, she just wanted him close.

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Nodding to her, Jaxon kissed her one more time, them made them change positions. He ended up on his back, she ended up straddling his manhood, and her hands were atop his collar bones. He held her hips, letting her sit atop him so she had the control. "I won't make you... with me... I'll leave that you to decide." He whispered, at least admitting he wouldn't force her hand, even if he had gone this far without much or any concern. That was Jaxon, move first, ask for forgiveness later.

Yet for now, he pulled her down onto his chest, or until her arms wrapped around his neck, and they were pressed chest to chest. He could feel her own chest heating their small space, warming his chilled body, despite her still having clothes on. "Aubrey..." He now whispered, lining up something he was going to ask, yet never finished it, like the words got stuck exiting his mouth.

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Jaxon pulled her on top of him, reassuring her as he wrapped her in his arms. "I know," she whispered. After all, she'd known him ever since they were kids, grew up alongside both him and Lia. She trusted him. "I---I want to, Jaxon." And she did, as strange as the new development was, being wrapped up in his arms and focusing on the heat of his mouth and the heat of his body felt good, felt right.

She traced playful shapes against his skin as he held her, their breathing slowly falling into sync. She pressed her cheek to his chest, just basking in the warmth and proximity before she tilted her head upward to pepper soft, exploratory kisses against his jaw and the nape of his neck.

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As her lips began to dot his skin with little kisses, silent promises of plenty of survivable nights to come, Jaxon's hands slowly began to wedge at her shorts. He gently peeled them off her butt, revealing a bare bottom below the sheets. As her bottom was now bare, his hands gently took hold of each cheek, squeezing them tentatively as she kissed along his face.

Jaxon had a secret, a common secret that all male friends share. He was attracted to his friends, Aubrey and Lia both. They had grown to be intimate icons in his prepubescent years and became the first girls and woman to truly make him feel... amorous. So as they laid there, slowly growing more and more naked, Jaxon was beginning to erect upright, nestled between her thighs now, his manhood asking for entrance to a deeply sacred part of her body.

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They were slowly losing themselves in each other, and Aubrey continued to press soft kisses against his throat---trailing down to his collar bones as she allowed him to peel her shorts and her panties off her body. Just two bodies intertwined in the darkness. Jaxon in nothing but his birthday suit, Aubrey in nothing but her bra.

Her breathing hitched in her throat as he began to paw at her backside, his warm hands cupping and squeezing---sending little sparks of electricity up her spine as he touched her. She let out a soft little moan against his skin, a quiet squeak as she felt his erection prodding against that private place between her thighs.

"Jaxon," she whispered quietly. "I've never... I haven't done this before." Still, it didn't stop her from hesitantly parting her legs for him, allowing him to rub against her untried folds.

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"Hey... neither have I." He told her with a soft reassurance, his hands rubbing her sides gently as she sat above his lap, her legs slowly moving to allow access to her warmth. "June and I never got... with it. We always made up stories... we just never actually got to doing anything." Jaxon admitted, albeit it sounded like he was being forced to speak, not being one to admit to anything, especially not that he himself was a virgin.

"We'll figure it out though. Just go slow and here... this might help..." He whispered softly before one of his hands slid over her thigh so casually, and began to gently pet and rub her warm folds, making sure he got her wet. He softly explored her folds, rubbing what wetness he could find and aimed to make her easy enough to insert into.

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If they got lost in each other, maybe the rest of the world would melt away (even if just for a little bit). Jaxon's own admission surprised her somewhat, but it was also reassuring knowing that they were taking that step together. "Okay, it's kind of reassuring to know we can figure it out together." she whispered as her eyes shyly trailed after his hand, watching as it nudged between her legs to pet and rub at her warm folds.

The logical side of her told her it was a bad idea, that she and Jaxon were both hurting and making bad decisions as a result. The other side of her thought didn't want to leave him or his bed---leaned into whatever affection he was willing to give her.

Soft, stifled moans spilled past her lips as his fingers rubbed between the pink folds of her womanhood. And as Jaxon continued to touch her, he would soon feel wetness, would feel her nectar beginning to leak from her tight little hole. As she played with her, her own wandering hand had reached out to explore his body too---soft fingers gently and hesitantly wrapping around his girth to take his manhood in the warmth of her palm. She gave him a tentative squeeze.

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Visibly jumping to her hand around his shaft, Jaxon gave a soft chuckle, a very "that felt good, don't mind me" laugh. He began to gently press into her hole slowly, using two fingers to slowly part her out, making sure they got at least a little teased beforehand.

Even if he was a virgin, he wasn't simple, nor had been clueless. Jaxon liked his porn, late at night, though it didn't help him much, it gave him imaginations. Slowly, Jaxon began to finger her slowly, loving how soft and warm her internal hole felt as he got his fingers into the depths of her honey and nectar.

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Perhaps it wasn't the healthiest way to cope, but there they were, exploring each other's bodies---Lia's things still strewn about their living room, waiting to be packed before her family arrived in the morning. Jaxon's body seemed to come alive at her soft squeeze, and Aubrey's eyes studied him, as she eager to see more of his reactions. It was when she felt his fingers nudging against that little hole of hers---when she felt two of them slide into her depths, that her own hand involuntarily clenched around his manhood, gripped him perhaps a tad too tight.

She felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment, a soft laugh spilling past her lips as she loosened her grip. "Sorry, sorry," she blurted out. "It caught me off guard." He was making her feel good too, introducing her to new sensations. Her walls clenched around his fingers, a testament to how snug she would probably feel around a... girthier appendage. He would feel her arousal starting to coat his fingers through, feel her walls attempting to adjust to his intrusion. "It feels hot, Jaxon." Like there was heat radiating off his fingertips.

Her own hand began to find a gentle rhythm, enveloping his girth in her palm as she slid up and down across his length---as she began to pump to a soft rhythm, eyes seeking his in the darkness for approval as soft moans began to spill past her lips.

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Jaxon jumped a bit as she gripped him, meeting her chuckle with his own nervous laugh. "Bit early for getting rough,I think." He joked as he slowly began to finger her hole evenly, pushing his fingers in to the first digit, before pulling back out.

They slowly began to get the rhythm of one another, giving each other hand based pleasure below the covers, their eyes inexplicably locked on one another, even through the dark. "Aubrey... you feel so warm... soft... heh wet." He chuckled softly as he leaned into her and kissed her lips fully, pressing his thumb into the hood of her wound, pressing his thumb pad on her clit.


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Fushiko, a kitsune from a tribe neighboring this particular set of woods, limped along slowly, his clothes all disheveled, dirty, torn, not to mention his hair wasn't much better. Even in his short platinum blonde hair, there were still little tufts of hair that managed to go cockeyed. This was because he had just the most rather unpleasant run in with a trio of wolves. Luckily they were just wolves, anything else might have been twice as disastrous. The Kitsune young man was just wander around, tending to his claw marks along his arm, and the one across his cheek, wincing to himself as he gently poked at it to see if it still hurt, even if it had hurt not but five minutes prior.

Fushiko, who wasn't really that old, only around his early hundreds of years old, wasn't supposed to even be out, He had been sent to have a sort of arranged date with a tribes girl, which he had no plans of actually marrying. Even the girl seemed less than interested with him. Then that all matured rather quickly into, lets go explore the forest. Hence where he found a trio of angry wolves, slapped, kicked, and literally tossed a whole canine, and then parted ways, looking like he quite literally got his ass kicked and a half.

Then the girl nearly fell into his path. About a hundred yards ahead, in a clearing, a young woman fell from the tree line, absolutely looking twice as bad as he did. This triggered his mother's passion for healing, and he then decided to help this poor girl, anyway he could. Limping on ahead, Fushiko breached the tree line himself, got up to twenty give or so feet away, paused when she made eye contact with him, and just held his hands out slowly.

"Miss? Miss, please. You need help. I can help you. My mother is a healer." He told her, hoping his calm words or calm exterior would be enough to keep her from bolting. He knew panicked people tend to need very little to just bolt.

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Growing up, Amastacia had only been around humans and elves, given it was a sun elf kingdom that she lived within and had been born in. Thus, of other races in the world besides elves and humans were relatively unknown to her though her grandmother had spoke of dragons and wyvern, of griffins and unicorns, pegasi and orcs that roamed the hills and countryside. Her remaining shirt was torn up, a hole in the side from her stab wound which was courtesy of the bandit she'd come across and stolen both a meal as well as the griffin egg from. An egg she couldn't even be sure housed a live griffin nor certain of when the egg had been laid or if it were close to hatching. She couldn't be sure if it had been recently that this egg had been lain, which as she understood it was twenty days after conception in which case she would have some time to wait before it hatched because a griffin egg hatched sixty days after being laid.

Her leg and ankle both gave out as she fell into the clearing that appeared through the trees, the rabbit again falling to the ground as she fell but this time she managed to keep hold of the griffin egg. Thankfully she didn't have the physical strength to shatter the egg and harm the unhatched griffin inside. Her ears caught the sound of footsteps coming towards her in the treeline opposite the clearing, the woman's head snapping up as she tensed though didn't try to move at all, knowing that she couldn't really walk much more. The world itself swam in front of her and there was a pounding in her head, possibly due to the lack of food she'd had. The scent of blood hit her, even if a half-elf's senses weren't as refined as some other races... one could compare a half-elf's or even an elf's sense of smell to that of a human.

It was only when the footsteps had stopped that she looked up, her gaze briefly having been on the treeline on the other side of the clearing but unable to see anything through its thickness and in her weakened state which forced her to drop her gaze to the egg instead she held against her. She couldn't tell if the unhatched griffin were alive or not within its egg nor did she know how to take care of a griffin or any animal really minus horses and dogs thanks to her father putting her on that duty when she had been an slave in her father's castle. Her eyes met the stranger's, her gaze then traveling up towards his head where she saw a pair of fox ears, ears that were covered in silver fur. This held no meaning or recognition for the bastard princess, the stranger stopping though within twenty feet of her and holding up their hands in a placating manner which she recognized as him not having any intentions of harming her. The stranger spoke of her needing help, which earned him a frightened gaze, the strange canine like creature saying that he could help her and that his mother was a healer.

Amastacia didn't know why this strange person who had canine ears, she couldn't tell if it were part dog, part wolf or part fox was inquiring as to her health and offering to take her somewhere where she could be healed. The stranger's facial features were different too, high cheekbones and perhaps too sharp nails... nails upon closer inspection were revealed to be claws. About the only thing she could tell was the ears weren't feline, meaning the stranger wasn't part cat. Nor was it an elf or even half-elf of which she could definitely determine. Nor was the stranger human. Amastacia wasn't sure what to make of the stranger but she moved to snatch up the carcass from the ground as well, given it might be her only meal for a while, not that this stranger knew that. "You... look injured... y'self," she said in a rasping hoarse whisper.

With his canine hearing, he would be able to hear her whisper despite her hoarse voice. "I... could use the... help," she said haltingly, "though I don't know why... you... want... help." She truly didn't nor did she know if this person, whatever they were, wouldn't end up just returning her to the mines or selling her to someone else. But the fear the woman felt was palpable in the air, something that could be picked up with the kitsune's keen sense of smell.

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Amastacia's scent of fear definitely made it to Fushiko's nostrils, making him sadly very aware of how frightened this young girl was. He could read elf off of her, perhaps not fully elf though. This didn't matter to him, he didn't have time to worry about blood classifications, He was far too concerned for health. "My mother is a healer... it was taught in me to help others. I know I have the odds against me... you're scared, hurt, and don't want to be near me, or anyone. But I have to try."

Slowly, Fushiko began to close the distance slowly, getting closer and closer until he made it relatively close to her side. "May I see your wounds, Miss? Just so I can judge your condition." As he slowly knelt down before her, his ears flattened softly as he began to inspect her, clearly concerned as he saw the extent of her damage. "Now... before we go further... My name is Fushiko, I am Kitsune tribe member... who might you be, miss?"

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The strange canine like creature continued speaking to Amastacia, saying again that his mother was a healer and that it was taught in him to help others. He spoke of knowing he had the odds against him with her not wanting him to be near her, how she was scared and nodded but stubbornly insisting he had to try. He got a nod from her there when he spoke of what she must be feeling but she watched him nonetheless as he continued closing the distance between them, and had she been able to run on her broken leg or her ankle, she might have attempted just that though she wasn't sure where she could go. She didn't even know where she was and knew she couldn't go back to the castle in her father's kingdom... back to a life of slavery and have the griffin egg be taken from her. Amastacia knew some slaves might say that they were lucky to have shelter and basic necessities taken care of. She'd heard it from some of the older slaves as a child. Nana always told her to ignore them but that they were lucky they weren't turned out into the streets to suffer a worse fate.

When he was close enough to her, he stopped and then asked if he could see her wounds, saying it was so he could judge her condition. She stared at him, watching him slowly kneel before her and his ears flatten but nodded her consent. His concern for her health and injuries was somewhat foreign to her, the only one in her life ever showing such concern being her mother and then her grandmother upon her mother's death. Still, she allowed him to examine her body, turning slightly and pulling up her second shirt to reveal the stab wound in her side, tensing in pain if he prodded it or tested her twisted ankle. Yet her broken leg and arm were evident as well as the makeshift and crude slings she'd made hastily for them. The cut on her head was still there but it seemed at least to be healing.

The word 'kitsune' didn't ring any bells with Amastacia either and she just stared at him blankly as he said what he was, however he also introduced himself to her. Fushiko was the name he called himself and then he questioned who she was. "I don't know... what those... are," she said. "I don't suppose... you know... anything about... this," she questioned, laying her good hand on the griffin egg she clutched to her body.

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Fushiko could tell this girl had come from a very narrow path, probably having gone into some sort of mining job or just a slavery type situation, based on how she didn't seem to have to much extra information. He slowly knelt closer to her and gently reached for the egg, making sure he just seemed to be wanting a definite look at it. "It's OK, I don't want it. Just taking a full look..."

After a semi full view of the egg, he made the educated guess that it was a griffin egg. "I believe... it's a griffin egg. Fairly rare around these parts. Where did you... acquire this?" He asked her, not wanting to just call her out for stealing, but also having a very strong intuition that she stole it. Most people didn't just turn up with griffin eggs and have more bones broken then they're probably aware of.

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Despite asking if he knew anything about the griffin egg, Amastacia was reluctant to hand over the egg to the kitsune. Though he didn't look like he ate eggs, she hadn't taken the unhatched griffin from the bandit just for it to have its life ended here. However, she did end up allowing him to check on the egg for the creature's health inside, Fushiko's assurance that he didn't want to the egg causing her to give him the benefit of the doubt. Loosening her hold on the egg, she allowed him to take it if he wanted or at least examine it which he did, the kitsune saying he believed it was a griffin egg and that such creatures were fairly rare around the area.

_So the bandit's words were right about it being a griffin... and my suspicions on this egg being valuable were correct._ Amastacia wasn't sure whether to be proud of that or bothered since had no idea how to care for such a creature or what to do with it. Life with her, providing she wasn't sent back to the mines or sold to a new master was probably better than anything the bandit would have done with the griffin and from the bandit's words, it sounded like the egg or the creature within would have been sold for meat or into slavery itself. She understood that was no life for it, being a slave herself. However, Fushiko's question on where she got the egg in the first place caused her to tighten her grip on it once more.

"I didn't... steal it," she said. She winched, closing her eyes as a sharp pain went through her. It seemed that with her now on the ground and the adrenaline wearing off, that she was experiencing the pain her body had blocked out when running from the cave in and subsequently the bandit. "I came across it when searching for food and just came across this bandit who had this egg. So I took it to save it from whatever fate the bandit might have for it as either an egg or when it hatched," she said.

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"That is... commendable. If you will allow me to help, that means lifting and helping carry you, I can take you to safety. For both you and the egg." Fushiko offered to her as he made sure he kept his hands to himself despite wanting to just lift her to safety.

The story of the egg, being stolen prior to her technical theft sound quite plausible. Fushiko was no stranger to steal from the thief and return to the owner policy, even so, this was a bit different.

"If you wish to fully take the responsibility of a griffin... I can do what I can to help. I can't so anything more than promise. But if you give me a chance to prove it..." He offered softly, trying to show his true intentions versus trying to persuade her with flashy words or false promises. She needed help, real help.

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He didn't say anything to the contrary, though did pause in his answer about her taking the griffin egg as being something commendable. She wasn't sure if he believed his own words but it didn't sound like it at all. His next sentence was to speak of carrying her and taking her to safety if she would allow it, for apparently both her and the egg she held as tight as she could. He then spoke of if she wished to take full responsibility for the griffin, that he could do what he could to help but warned he could do nothing but promise. At least he was being honest in what he could and could not do and not lying to her.

Amastacia didn't know if the foreman would seek to look for her or not. Would he believe she had truly died? What of if her father's wife discovered she were alive and her father had sent her away? She didn't have any power to deal with her stepmother, a woman jealous of the affair her husband had committed. Elves weren't as promiscuous as human men were to her knowledge, but her knowledge of relationships and faithfulness between men and women of different races, even among the two that made up her blood and heritage were relatively unknown to her. Amastacia had never thought about love, being a slave and then when she had been in the mines.

Could she even trust this kitsune, who despite all his seemingly careful nature and willingness to help a complete stranger, could turn on her in an instant with nothing for her to do but accept it, unable to fight back? But there was no choice that Amastacia had either. She had to heal, if only to keep running, not only for herself but for this unhatched griffin as well. It, at least, deserved a chance to be free and have some ability to escape if needed. "Are you sure... you can carry me?" Did she intend to care for and raise the griffin hatchling... to potentially bond with and tame it... make it a companion of hers? The answer was rather easy for her to find, much to her surprise. "I'll take responsibility for the unhatched griffin. It at least deserve a chance at a life free of... whatever it was destined for. But I will let you take me somewhere where we can be safe until I heal. I can't... get far like this."

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Smiling happily, joyful that she could find some trust in him, he of course, dialed his expressions back as not to seem overjoyed by this. Even if he meant no harm, he could still misplace his words and meanings.

"I assure you, I can carry you and your egg. I will have to lift you, and I will Pardon myself before hand, if I grab anywhere I'm not supposed to, painful or otherwise, I apologize." He told her just before he knelt down close and extended his arms so she could see he was going to attempt to lift her.

Once she gave him some form of physical agreement, he slipped his arm across her back and under her knees before he lifted her off the ground and up against his chest. Once she sat as squarely as he could have her, he then stood upright, groaning only slightly. "Alright, we're standing. Now to walk..." He commented softly, just before he began to walk back down the path he came. "Would you indulge me and tell me what happened? Why you are as wounded as you are?"

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He seemed happy, joyful even that she trusted him enough to let him help her. Amastacia didn't have it in her mentally to comment anymore on the matter nor wonder at the joy he seemed to feel at helping someone. He assured her that carrying her and her egg was no problem for him, but apologized in advance if he ended up grabbing anywhere he shouldn't when he lifted her, be it painful or otherwise. Her face became blank at the apology. Her eyes remained on him as he knelt down close and then extended his arms, the woman hesitantly reaching out to rest her fingers lightly on one of his hands before pulling back, a sign that he could proceed with his task, and watched as he ended up lifting her rather effortlessly off of the ground. She did her best to make sure she still had the egg, even snatching up the rabbit from the ground so she'd have something to eat, and let Fushiko get her settled as best as he could before he'd turn and began walking down the path he came from, commenting softly so as not to... startle her? It seemed that way.

His question however, asking if she would indulge him into what had happened to her... asking why she as wounded as she was gave her pause. What was she supposed to say to this? Should she tell him the truth or should she lie or even deny that anything had happened, even if it would be a lie anyway and the truth was plain as day that something had happened to her to give her these injuries? Perhaps, it was best to be honest given he was helping her out. "I came from the mines. There was a cave in and I was one of those that got trapped underground," said Amastacia. "Most of these injuries are from the cave in but the stab wound was from the bandit when I took the rabbit they were cooking and the griffin egg," she said. "I've been running on adrenaline ever since I escaped a few days ago I guess... on no food and even little water," she said. "But... I've been a slave for a long time though... ended up on this place by accident."

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Shaking his head at her story, it weighed on Fushiko for a moment before he saw fit to comment. "I am sorry. Slavery, miner work, it all seems just so terrible to know it still exists. My tribe... we detest slavery, making people perform jobs for nothing and expecting results. If we have a bad job, we pay handsomely, expecting fair value for what we ask. If by chance you decide to stay with us beyond your time of healing... I assure you, you can be compensated for whatever work you do for us." Fushiko told her, his voice soft and sincere.

Traveling by foot didn't seem to be a terrible idea, as just sharing bits of stories back and forth, Fushiko seemed yo hardly even notice the trip, nor the human sized weight in his arms. "I can see you're of elvish decent. Would that be half elvish...?" He asked, even though he knew half elves weren't particularly common, and from what he remembered treated poorly by reputation.


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Amelia closed her eyes as he moved behind her on the bed. Her nerves felt like they were on fire, searing under her skin with how close he was, and it took a great amount of self control not to close her legs in an attempt to feel less vulnerable. Amelia felt so exposed, having never even been naked in front of a man before, let alone be this close. She focused on deep breaths, telling herself this had to come at some point in her life, and it could definitely have been worse than a handsome man like John.

Amelia opened her eyes curiously as she felt him move away, only to gasp and fist the dusty sheets as his lips made contact with her sex. Amelia's stomach felt like it had turned into molten liquid. Feeling him kiss her pussy over and over again only caused her to become wetter, and a soft moan slipped from her lips as his tongue dived in for a better taste. _Oh God,_ she thought, having never known this was even an experience she could have. Listening to the whores at the brothel she used to work, Amelia knew sex could feel good when the man knew what he was doing, but she never overheard any of them talk about this.

Amelia couldn't help but rock back against his mouth as he added his fingers, stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves that she'd never thought to explore before. "John..." she whispered, moaning low in her throat, "that---that feels so good."

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John's eyes remained open, and he frequently looked along the woman's body, and he could see as well as hear and feel her reaction to his work. It was most definitely positive and for his part he had to admit, this was the sweetest pussy he'd ever tasted. He moaned, sending sweet vibrations through her now very wet sex... she was so wet, in fact, that had to slurp the juices as they seemed to leak from her core...

Soon she was pressing back against his mouth and hand, and he heard her call his name. He'd truly expected to have to rape her, so to have her so willing and pliable was just too perfect for words. Hearing the need and lust in her voice when she said his name was truly the icing on the cake... it was like he'd not only escaped the orcs with his life, but he'd won some kind of lottery in the process.

He moved his lips from her pussy to kiss her ass cheeks for a moment as his thumb continued to gently stimulate her clit... "I'm gonna make you cum, Princess..." He said as he moved his mouth down again and this time, he gave her pussy a long, sensual kiss before she shifted beneath her, and he changed things around a bit...

Making certain she remained on her hands and knees he moved so he could take her clit between his lips, and he softly and tenderly suckled at it as he slowly pressed a finger inside her... he slowly finger fucked her this way for a bit, as he continued to love her sweet clit in his mouth.

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It was strange, that she was here on a dusty bed enjoying pleasure with a man she'd known less than twenty-four hours, but it felt too good for Amelia to feel regret. The way he licked and slurped at her made her feel like a dessert he hadn't had in years, and it made her feel almost special. So while this might not be love, she could content herself with thinking she could be cherished in some way.

She released a whimper when he pulled his mouth away, kissing the plump curves of each ass cheek, before telling Amelia he was going to make her cum. His gruff voice and use of the pet name Princess had sent a warm tingle down her spine and into her belly. _I like that,_ she thought to herself. Amelia was about to tell him as much when she became distracted by him kissing her sex like a lover, and she arched her back with a low moan. Gods, that felt good, but not nearly as good as those lips of his wrapping around her clit while his fingers filled her. He went slow, almost slow enough to feel like sweet torture. _This is what I've been missing, what I've been holding back from waiting for love?_

Amelia couldn't help rocking against his fingers, trying to get him to go faster, or deeper. He kept brushing against a spot inside her that was sending deep shocks of pleasure through her core, in tandem with his suckling of her clit. There was a pressure building, and she felt it both in her belly and in her sex. It didn't take much more of his talented lips, tongue, and fingers before that pressure was releasing. She cried out in pleasure as her inner walls throbbed and contracted around his fingers, and she nearly dripped from how hard he made her cum. Amelia saw stars, and her fingers gripped the sheets so tightly, that when she let them go as she came down, her fingers hurt.

"Oh my God," she breathed, panting softly as her heart rate began to slow. "I can't believe it feels that good..."

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John felt the way her body reacted, and he heard her moans. He chuckled to himself as he suckled softly at her clit. He was indeed taking his time, but not so much for her benefit. He wanted to take his time so he could savor that sweet pussy and enjoy using this incredible young body for his pleasure. He slowed his hand even more so he could slowly press a second finger into her wet heat, and he then started to move them back and forth. He felt the way her hips were rocking now against those impaling fingers.

It wasn't long thereafter when he felt, and he heard the tell-tale signs of impending orgasm. He kept his work up, suckling on her clit while he increased the speed of his fingers, and that's when it happened. He felt her tight passage grow tighter as it contracted about his fingers, and it was as if a fresh wave of wetness flowed through her, and he slurped it up like it was some kind of life-saving ambrosia. He pulled his fingers from her sex once she seemed to have had enough and he gave her pussy one more kiss before he moved to his knees behind her, grinning, with moisture showing on his lips and chin.

He chuckled as she spoke, admitting to how good it had felt... in reply he gave one ass cheek a single firm slap... "I'm glad you like it, Princess... but now it's my turn to get off..." He told her as he took her hips in one hand and he guided his erection to her wet opening with the other... slowly then he pressed his large cock head to her lips and he moaned when he felt her sweet sex accept the head into its wonderful wet warmth...

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Amelia felt him shift behind her, and took a deep breath. Yes, she still had to allow him his fun, didn't she? She hadn't expected him to use his mouth on her like that, focusing on her pleasure. A quick glance over her shoulder showed him grinning like a predator, the slick evidence of her release still on his lips and chin. She blushed then, lowering her eyes to the sheets as she thought about how it felt being devoured by him---how her body had shuddered and her mind had gone blank from all but the pleasure.

The slap to her ass made her gasp, and her eyes shot to his in surprise. Her green eyes were wide and doe-like as he pressed the velvety soft tip of his cock against her, and pressed. She felt the stretch, releasing a soft sigh and pressing her hips back to accept more of him. "Oh..." she breathed, as the more she pressed backward, the more he filled her. John was thick, long, and hot---and she shuddered in pleasure when she met resistance. His moan was deep and throaty, and she liked very much hearing how good she made him feel.

"How long has it been, John?" she asked softly, leaning forward and pressing back again. "How long since you last laid with a woman?" Amelia had no idea why she wanted to know such a thing, but the look of rapture on his face made her curious.

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John was focused on one thing now, taking of advantage of this gorgeous piece of ass splayed out before him, on her hand and knees like a good girl. The idea that he'd almost gotten killed because of her was now a very distant thought, rather he was considering the implications of keeping her with him as his 'girl' for the foreseeable future.

His eyes lifted to hers after the slap and he was still grinning. Even as his erection started to slip past her opening his eyes remained focused on hers, right up until he felt her hips pressing back against him. Then his eyes looked at her sensual back down to her perfect ass, He inched forward a bit then he paused as he pulled back, then he pressed forward again, taking her in a bit more... he loved the sounds she made, all of which seemed to suggest she was taking as much enjoyment from this as he was...

"What a nice, perfect pussy" he muttered as he watched a bit more of his large cock disappear into her. Her question caught him a bit off guard, and he paused, his hands still firmly gripping her hips as he looked at her eyes curiously. He remained motionless, though he could feel her tight walls gripping his throbbing length. It was a strange question to ask just as he was about to be balls deep inside her...

"I..." he started then he shrugged... "I don't know..." he said simply in reply to her question... "I can tell you I've never had such a perfect pussy before... your body if fucking incredible" he added as he firm his grip with his hands, pulling her gently back as he pressed his hips forward... once his hips were pressed firmly to her ass he held her there, enjoying the feeling of her tight heat...

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John's praise of her body had her cheeks reddening, never hearing such words about herself. Well, she was used to compliments---she had been working at a brothel, after all. Men would tell her all the time the thought her lovely, and she had lost count of the propositions she received. She was quickly distracted as he pulled her hips backward, pushing forward through the resistance she had stopped at. A gasp caught in her throat as he was fully seated inside her, and she could feel every hot, throbbing inch of him. It felt good, feeling him pressing in so deeply and stretching her body to fit him inside.

She breathed a whisper of his name, only for it to turn into a cry of surprise and pleasure as he began fucking her without reservations. His hips slapped against her ass, the loud enough to be heard alongside Amelia's moans and whimpers. The bedsheets were gripped in tight fists, and her shoulders and head fell to the bed. Amelia didn't care that she was probably breathing in dust, she was too lost in how it felt to have John pounding into her and making her insides ache in the best way. 'Don't stop', 'oh my God', and 'please' fell from her lips like a mantra, like prayers. She only got wetter for him the more pleasure he gave, and her tight walls squeezed around him.

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John's large erection did indeed throb as the blood continued to rush into it. His grip on her hips loosened as his hands started to lightly caress along her flanks, absolutely loving the feel of her perfect skin beneath his calloused fingers. Hands went around and beneath, and he grabbed her breasts and he cupped, and he squeezed them as he started to gently move his hips side to side...

Finally, his hands returned to her hips, and he started to fuck her properly now, and he chuckled at the sounds of her cries of surprise and pleasure. His fingers dug into her flesh as he pulled her back every time he pressed forward so that their skin made a slapping sound when he reached her depths and his balls bounced off her clit. He knew damn well he wasn't going to last very long.

By the sounds she made, and what sounded like pleading for him not to stop he was guessing she likely wasn't far off either... _All the better,_ he thought to himself as he started to groan... he could feel the way her tight channel gripped at his length... he reached beneath her with one hand, and he pressed a finger to her clit as he pushed into her even harder... "This is my pussy now..." he muttered as he neared his peak... "And I'm gonna fill it full of cum..." he cried out, his breathing labored as his cock started to throb and the head, buried deep inside her swelled up a bit just before he exploded inside her...

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The wet slap of skin on skin filled the air along with Amelia's pleasured cries. She felt how his hand slid between them, his finger finding her swollen button with ease as he pressed on it. Pressure that had been building with every one of his thrusts suddenly released, and Amelia's fingers dug hard into the bed as she let out a string of incoherent cries and moans. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, already tight walls clenching around his cock. Every deep, hard thrust dragged out her pleasure, and she let out a shuddered moan when she felt John release inside her; so warm and wet.

Her breathing was ragged as his thrusts slowed until he was just grinding his cock against he insides, and her fingers slowly released the sheets on the bed. Amelia closed her eyes, letting her body relax as her knees and shoulders held her up. She could feel how the grip on her hips loosened as he, too, came down from the high of orgasm. Amelia groaned when he finally slipped out of her, and she let her body fall to the bed fully now. Green opened and looked up at him in complete wonder and awe. "Does it always feel like that?" she asked him. "Like your heart is going to fly out of your chest and you're going to melt from the inside?"

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Everything about her was perfect and he was pleased to see, hear and feel her peak as he did. John was well aware that if she took enjoyment from being used this way, it would be easier to repeat it frequently. Her body was made to be fucked this way, and now they both knew it. Her long dark hair was a mess as it poured alongside her head as she cried out in blissful pleasure... all the while his balls emptied their prize, and it poured freely inside her...

His breathing was still labored as he slowly eased back to sit on his ankles, his slimy cock falling free and he watched as she fell to the bed, clearly as worn out as he was. His erection was very slowly starting to fade away and on his brow was a shiny sheen of perspiration. He grinned as she asked the question... she moved a hand between her legs and he caressed her wet, abused folds and he watched as a bit of cum started to seep form the opening...

"I guess... I'm not a woman so I can't say for sure, but done right, I'm guessing yes, it's supposed to feel like that" he admitted as he moved to lower himself next to her on the bed... he brought the soiled finger to her lips, and he made her taste it... "Get some rest... we should be safe here for a few hours" he admitted as he moved his other arm behind his head.

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A soft whimper escaped Amelia as she felt his hand cup, rub, and part the lips of her sensitive sex; still very wet from her own arousal and their activities. Eyes fluttered partially closed as his finger slipped inside, and her hips reacted instinctively, tilting so that he had better access. She almost pouted as he removed it and laid down next to her. Obediently she sucked their combined fluids off his finger, and while she didn't think it tasted great, she wasn't repulsed by it either. Amelia licked her lips and watched him shift into a comfortable position, hesitantly moving so she was tucked against his side. The full parameters of their relationship had yet to be defined beyond him being her protector, and her offering her body in payment of that service.

When John didn't immediately pull away, or push her away, she let herself relax. Her cheek rested against the side of his lightly sweaty chest, and her hand on his well defined abdomen. The fact that they were still relatively strangers to each other didn't matter; in that moment, it was just comforting to not be alone, and feel the warmth of another human body. Amelia's eyes closed all the way, and she breathed a soft sigh of content. In this world of violence and survival, the next day is never promised to come. Every day could end up being your last, so she was glad she had this experience. That way, if she ended up dying tomorrow, she could die without regret. She fell asleep like that, molded against John's side, as her exhaustion finally took her under.

Amelia woke some hours later, stretching and nuzzling her face into her companion's chest. She was surprised she was awake before him, but it also gave her an opportunity to study him. After all, she didn't really get a chance to explore his body like he had hers. Her fingers trailed over his stomach, tracing the lines and dips of his muscles, hips, and even his bellybutton. His cock was a sight to behold, even soft as it was now, and Amelia was surprised all of that flesh had been able to fit inside her. She lightly stroked two fingers up it, giggling quietly as it twitched. Then her hand moved upward again, tracing the planes of his chest and fingertips brushing over his nipples, watching them harden at her touch. It was fascinating to her how the body could respond to such a simple touch, and she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to one pebbled nipple.

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John had indeed fallen asleep, and he slept deeper than he usually did, perhaps form the relief he'd just enjoyed. When she stirred sometime later and her fingers started to caress his skin, he only let out a gentle groan as he shifted in place, the arm behind his head moving to wrap about her shoulders but his eyes remained closed, and his breathing remained quite steady. The touching of her finger son his skin, including on his manhood when along his chest and nipples did awaken a part of him...

And that part started to inflate and grown visibly. At first gentle twitching, then it moved a bit more visually, lifting off his abdomen as the blood rushed through the organ, causing it to lengthen and thicken up significantly... he moaned slightly and his eyes opened in surprise, and he looked at her, her lips pressed to his nipple, and he blinked before he relaxed again, a groan escaping him. "Horny little kitten aren't you" he muttered with a slight chuckle...

The hand about her shoulders moved to caress and squeeze her perfect bum. "Go on, keep going, don't stop on my account" he suggested as he turned his head to look at his watch, pleased to see he hadn't overslept too much. There was still lots of day left, lots of time for them to play a bit before putting more distance between them and the village they'd just left to the Orcs.

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Amelia felt as if she'd been caught stealing sweets when he moaned and opened his eyes. A deep blush crept up her neck and into her cheeks, and she pulled back as much as his strong arm around her would allow. "I'm sorry," she murmured, avoiding his eyes. "I was curious... everything happened so fast earlier." She let out an embarrassed squeak when his calloused hand gripped and squeezed her bottom, and he urged her to keep going. Truthfully, though, she didn't know what she was doing. She was just admiring his rugged body, and watching how it responded to her touch.

Still blushing, the young woman kissed at his nipple again, before leaning up and over to do the same to his other. Honey eyes scanned down his chest and abdomen to his cock, her blush only deepening. A hesitant hand moved back down, almost caressing it awkwardly before he showed her how to hold it, stroke it. She slid her hand up and down the now hard flesh, marveling at how the skin moved with her hand. A pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she glance up at him, remembering how he'd used his mouth on her and brought her so much pleasure. Could she do the same?

Feeling uncertain and not confident, Amelia slid down the bed until her cheek was resting against his hip. She licked her lips again, nervously, and leaned forward to press a kiss to the bulbous tip. It was so soft, and when she flicked her tongue out to taste it, salty. Licking at it like a popsicle probably wouldn't give him much pleasure, but---if she surrounded it with her lips and mouth, that should make him feel good. So that she did, first wrapping her lips around the soft, fleshy tip and suckling, before moving them down and taking what she could in her mouth without choking. Amelia began a slow up and down motion, sucking gently and running her tongue along the shaft while being careful not to use her teeth.

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John smiled, still half-asleep when she apologized for waking him and she explained why she had, accidentally, of course. "Well, go on... explore, take your time" he said with a grin as he gave her ass a little playful slap. He let his head rest back fully onto the pillow, then he pulled a second pillow in an effort to prop his head up a bit so he could watch her.

John watched as she kissed one, then the other nipple. His nipples weren't very sensitive, but the visual had the effect of making him good and hard. Her hand drifted down between his legs, and he made certain she knew how to properly hold a man's cock. "You should really make it wet; your hand will slide much easier and it will feel much better for me and make it easier for you" he explained. "Go on... saliva works great" he added encouragingly.

He could see she was curious and adventurous... "There's no rush, Kitten... take your time. Lick it, kiss it, and suckle at it... use your other hand to gently play with my balls, down here" he showed her his large sack with the two heavy testicles cradled within. When she started to bob her head up and down, he smiled, and he moaned... "That's a good start, you're a pretty fast learner" he admitted. "Now keep on going, just like that... remember, the wetter and sloppier, the better" he added with a grin.

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'The wetter and sloppier the better.' Amelia wasn't sure what that meant, but she wanted to make him feel good like he had her. Her hand cupped his balls like he'd showed her, and she rubbed them gently. Ever curious, she let his cock slip wetly from her swollen lips, ducking her head to lick and suckle at his sack. She sucked one fleshy testicle into her mouth, laving attention on it with her tongue, then repeating the process with the other one. His cock was slick with her saliva, and now when she stroked him, it was much easier. "It is easier when wet," she said, watching her hand rub up and down the rod of flesh. It was almost mesmerizing, and her head dipped back down to run her tongue curiously over the little slit and hole at the tip.

Admittedly, pleasuring John like this was making her own sex feel warm and wet. The more she licked, sucked, and tasted his cock, the more her channel began to ache for him the way it had earlier. Amelia slurped as she pulled off his cock a final time, moving up to straddle his hips. She felt how the throbbing flesh nestled perfectly between her lips, and she rocked her hips on him---moaning at the pleasure the slick friction brought. "John..." she breathed, grinding down in an almost desperate way, "can I put it inside?" The young woman licked her lips, still wet and puffy from sucking on him. "I ache where you were yesterday, and ache that only you can fix."

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John watched very curiously as she licked and kissed, and she moved her mouth lower to lick and suckle at the sack... "Ooh yeah, that's nice... fuck..." He muttered as his eyes closed and he let her make love to his heavy balls with her mouth, suckling them gently one by one. Her hand was gliding effortlessly up and down the saliva slickened shaft and he groaned as he looked at her and he nodded when she poke of how easy her hand was moving now... "Yes, it does... and it feels so much better when its wet" he admitted with a gentle moan.

He watched and he chuckled as her tongue teased the slit at the tip before going back to sucking him up and down. She was a fast learner, and she was adept with her mouth. When she let him slip free from her mouth his eyes looked at hers and he watched as she started to shift... she moved over him, straddling his hips and he grinned as she settled atop him, his big cock resting and pressing against her tight little pussy.

He grinned up at her and he nodded... "Yeah, go ahead Kitten... ease it in slowly inside you pretty little cunt... yeah, ride me... go on, nice and slow to start" he said as he moved his hands to her chest and he started to squeeze and cup and feel them tenderly.

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She didn't know why, but Amelia found she really liked him calling her kitten, and when his hands found her breasts to rub and hold, she moaned quietly. Shifting forward slightly, she reached beneath her to grip his cock, rubbing it up and down her slit with a whimper and a shudder before pressing the tip against her opening and pushing the thick head in. A sigh passed her lips and her eyes closed as her body stretched to accommodate him again, letting herself take him in nice and slow until their hips met snugly. Her hands rested on his chest as she let herself adjust to being filled by him again, still a little sore from his eagerness earlier.

"You feel good, John," she told him, giving her hips and experimental rock forward. Amelia moaned---his cock rubbed deep inside in the most delicious way, and she looked at him with molten amber eyes. The way the light fell on him through the faded curtains that hung on the window made him look even more handsome. She leaned forward, kissing his jaw a few times before shyly pressing her lips to his. Yesterday, he had kissed her like a man dying of thirst, and she were water; but Amelia was not so brave. Kissing felt so intimate, in a different way than allowing him to use her body. Though, who was using who at the moment? _Fuck it, we're using each other,_ she thought as she leaned back and began a slow rhythm of rolling her hips forward and back.

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John's grip on Amelia's breasts began to firm up and he squeezed a little harder and he was just a little rougher. They were so perfectly, round and firm and those nipples were begging to be sucked... he ran his thumbs over those nipples as he started to feel her very tight sheath begin to engulf him in the most wonderful, moist heat. He moaned as he felt her slip down onto him, inch by wonderful inch. He glanced down in time to find her settling fully atop him, his cock all the way inside her. His erection twitched and throbbed, and he smiled at her as he moved his finger to lightly pinch and pluck her nipples.

When she spoke, he looked at her eyes and he smiled and he nodded... "Yeah, you like that, Kitten... you like feeling my big cock inside your tight little pussy?" He suggested, finding himself amazed at her, at the fact that he had discovered her in that shit-hole town and saved her from the rape of the orcs, who would have torn her to pieces. He was smiling up at her, grinning as she slowly moved her hips and she then leaned in towards him.

John met her lips, and he kissed her back, moving his arms all the way around her thin waist and he held onto her as he gave her a few hard, deep thrusts, his hips driving forward... he broke the kiss and he smiled at her as she leaned back. "I was worried, saving you wouldn't be worth it... that it would get me killed... but now I can see it was the right thing to do..." He said as he pulled her down a bit again and he craned his neck so he could take one of her nipples between his lips and he started to suckle softly at it...