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Vicky smiled wistfully while he drove, shaking her head. "It's weird---the fact that you're not asking me to explain makes me feel like you might actually deserve to know. I... I like my job. There's so much of how we live now where we don't interact with anyone else. We just do what we need to do, pay our rent, and blow the rest on entertainment or whatever. What I do... it allows me to connect with people. Being their slave means they can be their true selves---I'm not in a position to judge. And there's something incredibly freeing about just serving someone else. It takes the whole world and dials it down to just a single person's wants."

She smiled. "And it pays well."

As they approached, she nodded. "Let me pop in for just a second---just leave your door unlocked?" She disappeared into her own apartment to change, and when he arrived in the living room, she had changed into a deep red corset and garter set that notably lacked underwear, affording him a pleasant but unobstructed view of his plaything. "I hope you don't mind?"

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When Jonesy walked out of the bathroom, wearing naught but a robe and a grin, he saw her. That grin turned into a wide, honest smile. He stopped, appraised her, and began to walk around her in a fun inspection. His hand reached out, touching, running along the flesh of her exposed shoulders and back, around and over the tops of her wonderfully free breasts. Finally, Jonesy stopped right in front of her. He recalled all she said. Enjoying her work, how it's a connection, and she liked to focus on someone else's desires. Freeing she said. The look she wore re-confirmed that she in fact looked to be enjoying herself.

He stood there a moment, and then reached behind her, grabbed her hair and pulled her into a hard kiss; his other hand roaming her body freely. Fuck it was erotic to have this much permission over a woman's body! Once he needed to come up for air, he let for and forced himself back a few paces---admiring her all the while. "I get the connection. I do. My line of work is looking to be the entertainment, and release of my customers. Apparently good at it enough to warrant you. So I know what I want. I wonder what you'd do if someone gave you a desired play thing for a week. How might you indulge?"

He didn't wait for a response, nor really need one. It was just a thought that slipped out as he gently reached and grabbed her wrist, and led her to the back of the couch. "Do you have any rules against recording this? I'd love to keep a memory of you, once you're out of my price range---but I understand if that's not allowed." He asked as he placed her against the back of the couch, looking toward the blank TV screen, and stepped behind her. He ran his hands down her arms, the corset along her sides, her hips, and down her stocking clad legs, uttering an approving moan.

Standing back up behind her, he nibbled at her neck, "Fuck you're beautiful Vicky... I want you seared into my memory as I fuck you."

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Vicky smiled at his expression---she had meant what she said, and it sent a little thrill up her spine to see him stop and appraise her, his eyes lustful as he ran his fingers over the swell of her breasts. She was held there for a moment, then let out a soft gasp as he simply grabbed her hair and pulled her into a hard, demanding kiss, though by the way her body reacted to him, she didn't much mind at all, and her eyes were bright when they parted.

When he said he understood, at least a little bit, she smiled. "I thought you might. As for tipping a slave girl with having another slave girl... I hadn't actually ever thought about it." She smirked. "Probably make her clean my apartment for me." She followed his lead---and the grip on her wrist, to the back of the couch, bending slightly as he put her in the position he wanted. The request to record their 'session' was a little surprising, but she understood it---as far as he knew, this was literally once in a lifetime, and she could understand wanting to hold onto those memories.

"As long as they're not distributed... record what ever you like..." she rocked back a little, pressing her rear against his roaming hands. "I like the idea of being remembered fondly."

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So accommodating! She smiled and seemed genuinely excited by the kiss and the forceful way Jonesy had gone about it. easily moved into the position he desired and even pushed herself into his roaming hands. More, she allowed the recording, and and he nodded at her limits to that. he left her just long enough to find the remote.

Every TV for the past several years, even the ones he could afford, had embedded camera's in them. So he flicked it on and to record and was greeted to another view of her. He shrugged the robe off and reached around to roughly grab her exposed tits. Kneading her flesh he kissed his way down her neck---then suddenly pushed her forward, bending her over the couch.

Jonesy grabbed her wrists, pulled them together and held them firmly in the small of her back with one hand while the other hand guided his throbbing shaft inside her. Once buried in her pussy he began fucking her hard. He had a night's worth of looking forward to this built up, and starting off slow was just not an option.

His free hand occasionally swatted her ass. That's what one did with pretty little slave girls, right? He found he enjoyed it, and grunted his enthusiasm as he relentlessly plowed into her. He was pretty sure he had the right ideas for her stay by now.

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Vicky could tell he got a small thrill out of her being so accommodating---and in turn, she got a little thrill as he kissed her roughly, and he seemed to get more into the idea of exactly what she was, and what he could ask of her. Which was, in truth, damned near anything. She gave the camera a coy, knowing glance when she saw the light go on, knowing he would enjoy that later, and groaned when he grabbed her breasts, wriggling back against him before she was suddenly pushed forward, bent over with a grunt. She wriggled more, in a small amount of feigned resistance or struggle as he bent her hands behind her, letting out a soft little noise of discomfort though in truth he wasn't really hurting her.

And then he was inside her, thrusting roughly, her own internal lubrication from a night of trying to provoke him just enough to let him glide easily inside her, the sounds she made when he thrust within her met with yelps as he slapped her rear end, and and squirmed in earnest, submitting to his more needful, forceful self.

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The rougher Jonesy was with her, the more she seemed to respond. The wetter she got, the more he liked it. It was a vicious cycle... almost literally, as he really spanked her hard, and fucked her even harder.

His hands let go of her and stopped slapping her ass for a moment to reach around and really maul her breasts. His grip on them, and thus her used to haul her into each thrust. Seeing as she only ever encouraged him to let go, and be as rough as he liked with her, Jonesy pulled her up for a moment so he could whisper in her ear. "Now that your ass is nice and pink, I'm going to fuck it next. Do pretty slave girls like that too?"

He pulled out and walked while guiding her to the front of the couch where he sat down... right in front of the TV and its camera. He patted his lap as if for her to sit down, only they both knew it was a bit more involved than that---what from his glistening, throbbing shaft sticking up at her. Jonesy grinned up at her, and helped her down by grabbing her hips.

He groaned loudly, without reservation as his cock inched slowly into her tight ass. He watched, as if mesmerized, as it disappeared inside her, and then thought of what a view that had to be from the front---a view he could watch later.

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Jonesy may have thought of it as a vicious cycle, but the girl bent over his couch didn't seem to mind---and from everything she had told him, there was no reason to think it was an act. Vicky yelped when Jonesy slapped her rear, and the cries she let out as he roughly gripped her breasts, using them as leverage as he thrust into her roughly were pained yet oddly eager, the girl giving herself over to being used roughly and well. She seemed to tense when he whispered his intention, and let out a soft groan of acquiescence, following him to the front of the couch.

Knowing she was essentially being framed for the video, she gave the camera a submissive, need-filled glance she thought he would enjoy later, before perching atop his lap. She eased herself down until her tight rear hole pressed against his shaft, grateful she was as excited as she was, and as he grabbed her hips she slid down him, the passage as tight and welcoming as he expected as she took his length, groaning in effort as she bowed her head and started working her thighs to ease herself up and down him, willingly fucking him, though his grip on her hips---or her breasts once more---could set a slower or more brutal pace if he wished.

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Jonesy groaned as she started working herself up and down his cock. Fuck she was good! He let her set the pace for a moment, just enjoying how tight her ass was, and her flesh as his hands roamed over her freely. He felt her thighs, the muscles tights from lifting and lowering herself up and down his shaft. He felt her hips and ass, smooth, and perfect.

By the time his hands drifted up again, to capture her freely swaying breasts, he was past simple enjoyment. He needed her---hard and now. A whole night of thinking about her, and now having her and knowing it was all recorded just led to the most urgent of needs. His grip on her tits tightened and he yanked her down onto his throbbing cock. "Faster!" he panted, and forcibly guided her into a fast, hard pace.

His hips rose off the couch to meet her, not one to stay idle for fucking his gift's ass. Grunting he pound into her as he pulled her down repeatedly---keeping it going for as long as he could. Finally he shouted out, and erupted deep inside her. He didn't stop, didn't let her stop, for a long moment, grunting as kept fucking until he was truly spent.

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Vicky felt his gentle, almost patient desire as she worked her way up and down his cock, stretched around him as his hands traced over her, give way swiftly to a harder, more demanding desire. And as much as she enjoyed that hesitant, almost shocked young man who kept being surprised when she said he could do what he liked, she was a submissive, and well---a hard grip on her breasts, a demanding growl and a forceful pace had it's own appeal.

Her body jerked and writhed as he thrust into her harder, and when he played back the tape he would see discomfort mixed with submission in her expression as she gave herself over to him, a vessel for his needs more than an independent creature, letting him use her as hard and aggressively as he wanted. She cried and squealed and let out a soft groan when he spent himself, waiting until he withdrew to slide down onto the floor in front of him, splayed out weakly.

"Enjoy that Sir?"

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Jonesy was still catching his breath when she slipped from him, eliciting a groan as his cock escaped her tight ass. He watched her as she took to the floor and looked back up at him, asking if he enjoyed it. Fuck that was a beautiful expression on her face. He didn't answer with words, only leaned down to cup her face and haul her up a bit into a kiss. When he was done ravishing her mouth, he finally smiled, "Fuck yes I enjoyed you---and we're not done yet." He grinned and got up from the couch. "Stay there my hot little slave, I'll be right back."

He disappeared into the bedroom, washed his cock for her, and grabbed the back of toys she'd brought. On his way back he stopped by the kitchen, and grabbed two glasses and bottle of rather good champagne. Returning to her he set the bag down, and popped the cork, pouring the bubbly and handing her a glass while he sat down. He took a sip then began digging into her bag and finding the cuffs from last night. He also found a pole that extended out, and immediately knew what that was for... and that he'd use it.

Knowing they were both still on camera, he took another sip of his drink and then held out his hand to help her to her feet. Jonesy then knelt down and put her slender ankles in the magnetic cuffs. Standing, he let her enjoy her drink as he took one hand at a time to place a cuff on as well; always sure to make certain she was center view of the camera and he did his best not to obstruct the view.

Once all four limbs were adorned, he leaned back down to fix her ankles to the extended spreader bar, the magnetic lock clicking into place. Jonesy smiled at Vicky, and slid behind her, sitting on the couch, and took her glass finally; before pulling her arms behind her and locking her wrists together as well. He pulled her down into his lap, helping her down, and guiding her between his legs, as she faced the screen.

Once seated, his hand moved around her, fondling her breasts, down her corset, and to her thighs, tickling their way up her spread legs. Then one hand trailed up to take a gentle, yet firm hold of her pretty neck, as he leaned forward, and whispered in her ear, "I do so want to record how you cry out." With that his hand between her legs slapped her exposed pussy, followed by rubbing it and sliding a finger inside her. "I'm going to enjoy the hell out of this too..."

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Vicky lay there languid for a moment, enjoying the expression on his face as well, until he hauled her up for a kiss, obediently staying in place. She couldn't feel them, but she knew the nanomachines she had were busily working at ''cleanup'', for lack of a better term. A sophisticated swarm of smallish robots, they'd break down his---and her---sexual fluids, along with any pathogens he might be carrying, before being reabsorbed into her body, those that were broken making their way to her kidneys for filtering, while those that weren't built their replacements. It was, when she got it, an insanely expensive system, and a gift from a client. He had wanted a weekend with her wearing not a stitch of clothing (and to be allowed not to use protection), and she demurred, citing concerns about leaving marks on his very expensive furniture.

He had responded by sending her a card for an appointment with his physician the next day.

It meant that Jonesy could rather freely enjoy her---and that she wasn't leaking. She watched him leave, and enter again with a bag, a bottle of champagne, and two glasses, helping him get everything down while he began sorting through her bag, while she watched curiously, wondering what would strike his interest. She was giving him a very free hand---it would say something, she was sure, based on what he picked. Sipping the champagne---which the 'bots would also break down if she told them to, allowing her to drink freely with clients without impairment, and keep her safe from everything but some very exotic drugs, she smiled as he produced the cuffs and extension pole, standing when he bid, taking a last sip of her drink as he secured her ankles and wrists, her legs held apart by the spreader bar as she was planted back on his lap, looking at the screen, arching her neck as he groped her breasts, before working his way down her body.

She tensed when he grabbed her neck, though she seemed not to mind the very possessive grip, and she yelped when he slapped her, before groaning and squirming softly as he slipped a finger within her. "Mmmm... take your time Master..."

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That utter... acceptance, and encouragement, of whatever Jonesy did with her was more intoxicating than the champagne. Gripping her throat and thrusting another finger inside her had him grinning wildly behind her back. More, the way she said 'Master' really got him. It was a thrill to hear it, but more the tone she said it---like she meant it. Like it was just that simple. Kinda like the ancient videos of 'I dream of Jeannie'. Vicky was a hell of a lot hotter than a bubbly blond, but the term... well it just kinda hit him.

Shifting about on the couch, and taking a moment to adjust her, he placed his cock into her hands, cuffed behind her back and in the perfect position. Jonesy then resumed grabbing her by the throat, and groping her tits, before once more playing with her exposed pussy. She made that delicious yelp the last time, and so he slapped her cunt again. The very notion that she liked it rough made his somewhat soft, but quickly firming cock twice in her hand---so he did it again. He rubbed her pussy and slide his fingers back in, while teasing her clit with this thumb.

As he played with her, his mind was very much shifting from the fun things a professional could show him in the bedroom for the week, to the notion of having a slave girl that he could DO things to---and enjoy it. It really hadn't sunk in until just then. Not a client requesting specific services, even if that's all it was in reality, but Master and Slave. They might just be games, but his heart beat faster, and his fingers drove into her with more urgency as this played out in his head.

"I'm going to take a lot of time with you my pretty slave." He whispered in her ear, and tightened his grip on her neck just a little. "After this I'll fuck you again, and we'll see what other kicky shit my slave likes." He slapped her pussy once more, "I think I saw a flog in that bag. And a gag. do you scream so loud we might need that?"

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Vicky was enjoying Jonesy's... inexperienced enthusiasm, the joy at being suddenly presented with a menu of options that meant he could do whatever he liked a refreshing change of pace from many of her clients, who at this point knew exactly what they wanted, and how they wanted it. Groaning as he slid another finger into her taut, closely held body, she gripped his length in her bound hands, working her wrists back and forth while his hand returned to her throat, the other toying with her, gasping as he slapped her again, wriggling helplessly in his grasp, twitching as he explored what precisely he could do with her.

Panting on his lap as his fingers thrust into her, she was clearly enjoying herself, listening to him as he told her he was going to take her time, letting out a timid little whimper of submission as he tightened his grip, nodding weakly. "They're... they're both in there. And I can be made to scream as loud as you like..."

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As loud as Jonesy liked. His cock twitched in her hands at that comment. It's not like he wasn't a confident, assertive man---far from, especially for one of his social status. It was simply... he was rather used to his limited social status and gorgeous women did not talk to him like this. In this world, pretty girls used their looks to their best advantage and got as high up the food chain as they could before their looks wore out. He didn't blame them.

Is that how she started---and learned to genuinely enjoy it? Was Vicky the odd lucky one that found her calling in the economic shit storm that was the world these days? Did it matter/ Thrusting his fingers inside her again and again, he decided that such weighty matters were best saved for another day... at least a week from now.

Jonesy whispered in her ear from behind, "And I want to hear that scream. I bet your voice is just beautiful crying out, isn't it?" His hand withdrew and slapped her pussy again, "who would want to muffle such a thing?"

He resumed finger fucking her, harder this time, "Cum before I do, and we'll play with those toys very soon. If I cum first, your mouth might be too busy to make too many entertaining noises..."

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She felt him respond at her comment, respond to her looks, her invitation... as far as he was concerned, this was something of a once in a lifetime opportunity, and part of her enjoyed the idea of that. That this would be a memory he'd hold onto for a long time. Something to think on fondly... not a broken heart, or the girl who got away, but an unlooked for time with a treasure.

Letting out a soft cry when he slapped her sex again, she writhed in his lap, groaning when his fingers plunged back inside her, her hands working at a frantic pace, though neither outcome particularly concerned her---though the ragged pants escaping the young woman suggested that she was close to her climax.

"That... that sounds like a challenge Master..."

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Jonesy was having about as much from from finger fucking her, groping her tits, and grabbing her neck as he was from her hands on his cock. He literally got to just play with this beautiful woman, and it was utterly intoxicating in a way he'd never have guessed.

And being called Master---it was almost funny. He was barely master of his own bar, of this house. Those they got to play with her were masters of industry, of companies and legions of people. It was thrilling to know she probably said it the same for them as she did right now. With her, that didn't matter.

So he rammed his fingers into her harder and faster. "Challenge... or command. I want to hear you cum, and then I want to hear you cry out when we play with your rougher toys." He pinched her nipple as if to punctuate the sentence, and grabbed her throat again as he worked her over---anticipating that reward of hearing her, and holding her body close as she came---knowing it was real, it was honest, and it was completely thrilling.

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Vicky wriggled eagerly in Jonesy's grip, and if she was playing things up just for him---or giving him anything other than her best---it would be hard to tell. In truth, she wasn't. She enjoyed her work, genuinely liked him, and more than that had some notion of professional pride---there wasn't a client she was with who she phoned it in with, or just went through the motions. It was one of the reasons her rates were so high---not only was she good, but she usually left a session emotionally exhausted, and it took time to recover from that.

She cried out in acknowledgment of his command, squealing as he pinched her nipples before going still as he grasped her throat, letting him ram his fingers into her, grinding herself against him until her body shuddered and she went suddenly tense, letting out a subdued, quiet gasp of pleasure as she came, suddenly going slack in his grip.

"That's... that's it..."

[Assistant]
Not a high pitched squeal, or some unrealistic scream. A gasp as her body conveyed all the realism of the moment. Her breathless words as she slumped in his arms. Fuck Jonesy liked this. Too much probably, but there it was. He had damn near burst, gracing her fingers with his pearly release; but managed to hold back. He wanted all his energy, his tension, frustration and angst for what came next.

When Jonesy was quite satisfied she was done, he extracted his fingers from her tight body, and helped the bound woman to stand up. Her legs were still locked in the spreader, her hands still cuffed behind her back. He had no intention of changing either of those things, but did not want her toppling over either, and so kept a good grip on her.

He slowly walked her over to the table, and let her lay down on it, effectively bending her over that specific furnishing. He left her long enough to fetch the bag she had brought in and set it on the table in front of her; so she could see every item he extracted.

The first was the ball gag, which he sat right before her face. Next came a flogger, which he swung through the air a few times, testing its weight; before setting it on the table as well. The crop and a few insertable sex toys came next and then the bag was empty.

He grinned at her, picking up the gag, and bringing the ominous black ball to her lips. He stopped short, however, and looked down. "Wait, I know there are like, safe words and such. What do I look for if I do something you don't like or can't stand?" Jonesy was all sorts of reared up and ready for action, but he wanted to make sure he didn't fuck this up... or far more importantly, really hurt her.


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Elizabeth smirked at Kate's statement of wanting more spankings in the future. She was enjoying the fact that Kate seemed to desire being spanked, maybe it was something to do with her upbringing. "Seeing how clumsy you can be... I think we might have to have a few more sessions in the future.", she replied, before bringing her hand down and imparting the last two spanks.

*SMACK, SMACK!* These were by far the hardest she had hit her today, and after the punishment was done she moved towards her refrigerator. "Don't let go of the chair... and don't move!", she commanded as she looked around inside for something.

Returning with a small tub, she admired her handiwork and opened the small tub of Vaseline. Rubbing the cool balm onto Kate's ass, she offered some small relief to the young woman, before slipping her fingers between her legs to rub against Kate's pussy.

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The warm sensation her skin was giving off from the spanking was so intense that it took all her self control to not reach back and rub it, she found herself chewing on her lip in a vain attempt to distract herself.

She let out a sigh of relief at the feel of the vaseline against her skin, before moaning as she felt her fingers exploring. "You know," she said between breathy moans. "You've not even kissed me yet, some people would consider this a bit naughty." She turned her head to grin at Elizabeth. "Luckily I can think of one place I'd rather those fingers were now and... it might surprise you."

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Elizabeth explored Kate's pussy with her fingers, stroking her lips and loving the way she moaned. She felt in control of the young woman in front of her, who was openly allowing her to do as she wished.

"I don't mind being considered naughty... I would go as far as saying... it's my hobby!", she replied, as she continued to threaten digital penetration of Kate. Her fingers expertly ran alongside Kate's slit, teasing it and gently spreading it, but not giving her the satisfaction. "Where would you rather these fingers be?", she asked curiously, pausing in her stroking and holding her hand in place. "I like to be surprised."

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Kate let out a shaky laugh at the hobby comment, finding it increasingly difficult to maintain her grip on the chair but managing it.

"Promise not to be creeped out," she said, biting her lip. "But... I find being fucked in the ass incredibly hot, but... weird as it sounds, only my female partners wanted to do it, I don't..." She stopped, laughing. "I'm sorry, I'm waffling. What I'm saying is my ass is yours to do with as you please."

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Giving her panties a final rub, Elizabeth removed her hand from Kate and stood back, listening to Kate explain her desire. She was being very open and sharing something quite personal, though she could be forgiven as Elizabeth had just spanked her and rubbed her sex.

"How did your female partners fuck your ass? Did they use a strap-on, or a vibrating dildo?", she asked curiously, her hands moving to spread Kate's cheeks and observe her puckered, pink ring. Once she was satisfied she let the ass cheeks go, giving Kate a playful spank and saying, "Come babe... that is enough for now. Dress up... we must go and unpack at your place!"

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"Everything you can imagine," Kate said with a laugh. "I even discovered... well, that's maybe a conversation for later," she said, blushing slightly. "If I tell you everything now then what'll we have left to talk about?"

She led her back to the house, where the living room was a mix of empty boxes, a couple of boxes she'd obviously started but been interrupted in the midst of, and three large unopened boxes laid haphazardly. "Yeah... I wasn't doing very well with the whole unpacking thing. It would probably have helped if I didn't have to waste twenty minutes looking for a plaster though," she said with a sigh.

[User] Seeing the state of things in Kate's house, Elizabeth decided to take charge. Standing in the middle of the room and surveying all the boxes and stuff, she made the decision that since it was a bit late in the day, Kate should first unpack what she needed for the night. "Let's start with what is essential for tonight. I think the first thing you should set up is your bedroom, so you can get a good night's sleep... and then your kitchen. With my help we should be able to set up your bedroom at the very least", she continued as she waited for Kate to point out the boxes that carried stuff that went into the bedroom.

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Kate felt embarrassed that for a moment she forgot which of her boxes contained the bedroom items, then it required her to move things till she could get to the box at the bottom of the pile.

"I'd apologize for how terrible my underwear choices in here are," she said, leading the way upstairs, "but then you've already seen me half-naked so I suppose I've not got too much to hide." The room they entered was plain, but very comfortable, Kate putting it on the bed and opening the box so she could grab the slippers in the top of the box. Its contents were mostly a series of summery dresses, underwear ranging from sexy red numbers to the most boringly comfortable kind imaginable, and nestled in between them a bright pink leather paddle she'd forgotten she'd even put in there.

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Elizabeth followed Kate upstairs as she carried the box to the bedroom. Once they were inside the plain, yet-to-be-decorated bedroom, she watched as the young woman unpacked the box, removing some slippers, some dresses and some underwear. There were some interesting choices in the undergarments that Elizabeth made a mental note to have Kate try on later, but the thing that caught her eye was a bright pink leather paddle.

"Oh ho! What is this?", she asked as she reached in and pulled out the paddle, holding it so Kate could see it clearly. She could tell that it wasn't much used, and from its condition it looked like it had been neglected for a long time. "Kate... were you being dishonest when you said you haven't been spanked much before? This isn't something a novice would have", she said as she confronted her on the paraphernalia.

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Kate blushed, almost wishing she had been spanked because the actual story was... embarrassing, to say the least.

"My ex-girlfriend, Lettie, and I were weirdly curious about the whole spanking thing," she said, sitting down with a sigh. "I think she'd seen some movie on TV one night when she was asleep and one night we finally got drunk and ordered that." She laughed as she looked at it. "We never used it though because sober us could never pluck up the courage. And then my ex boyfriend... yeah, no, not letting him do that, thanks very much."

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Elizabeth chuckled at the explanation. She knew that venturing into something like this sober was scary, and she was not surprised that it was never used. "Well... let's just say that I have that courage... Now... get unpacking! I want the bedroom finished in the next thirty minutes!", she exclaimed at Kate.

She watched Kate closely, wanting to see what other secrets could possibly be uncovered in this situation. Also, she was on the lookout to see if Kate made a mistake that she could later punish her for. Holding on to the paddle, she looked at the young woman as if she was a supervisor and young Kate her worker. "Do you have other boxes you need help with? What about bags of clothes?"

[Assistant]
Kate set about unpacking, managing to make the room far tidier than her room at home had ever been, making her wonder if Elizabeth's presence was having an influence.

"That's a good question," she said as she hung up the final dress, taking a moment to look out the window at the fading light as she thought. "Other than toiletries like toothpaste and the like I think I'm good for this evening. I should probably unpack books and things so I'm not either sat in front of the TV all night." She sat down on the bed again with a sigh. "I'm sure you've got better things to do than stay here all night anyway."

She was desperate for Elizabeth to stay but she didn't want to beg in case it made the other woman run a mile.

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Elizabeth watched as Kate unpacked the rest of her things, removing dresses and hanging them up in the closet. It took a while but after the last box was unpacked, her bedroom looked like it was done. Kate had done everything she asked for, and it was getting a bit dark outside. Once Kate had sat down on the bed, a bit tired from all the unpacking she stood in front of her, checking out the young woman.

Smirking at Kate, she asked in a teasing manner, "Hmmm... are you trying to get rid of me? While I do have better things to do... I have a feeling it would be better if I stay and supervised the rest of the unpacking."

Leading the way, she started her way down to the living room, where rest of the boxes remained. "Which ones do you want to do next?", she asked the young woman.

Elizabeth was keenly aware of the time, and she knew she had a date visiting her later tonight. It was something she wanted to make sure Kate did not snoop into, as the activity might be a bit too much, though given how eager Kate had been in giving Elizabeth the reins, it was something she felt she would involve Kate in, in the future. But before she left, she wanted to finish what needed to be done in Kate's house first. A setting of boundaries, and an establishing of the 'hierarchy'.

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"I wasn't... I mean..." Kate blushed bright red. "Sorry, that sounded far less weird in my head."

She went back downstairs, returning with a box that was smaller than most of the others but somehow still heavier than the majority, opening it deftly and setting about finding places to put the books. They ranged from textbooks she hadn't read in years and yet for some reason wanted to keep, to a whole set of sci-fi novels which seemed to take up an entire shelf by itself. Then she came back up with the toiletries.

"Sorry, I feel like I'm being a bit of a crap host," she said. "I made you feed me and now I'm not providing much entertainment." She playfully wiggled her butt. "Well, maybe I am, I'll let you judge that though."

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Elizabeth smirked at Kate's comment, eyeing the way her butt wiggled. Truth to be told, she was providing entertainment, the way she provocatively moved and bent over whenever she was moving boxes or placing objects in their correct places. Wanting to see if she could push Kate a tiny bit further, she asked, "Well... you could make it more entertaining... maybe model some of your better undergarments for me while you are unpacking?"

Her mind was torn between Kate and her visitor, but she knew she had to finish with Kate soon.

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"I'm afraid I don't have much in the way of sexy knickers right now," she said with a sigh. "Although I think you'd love my current set." She wasn't sure why, but at that moment she willingly stripped out of her main clothes, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. It was red silk, and somehow was both very revealing and yet left just enough to the imagination, fitting perfectly with an athletic body.

Kate couldn't help blushing slightly. "I don't know if you're disappointed. I... if you can believe it I don't feel very confident like this."

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She watched as Kate stripped, revealing her red silk underwear. Nodding her approval she allowed her to continue with the unpacking, stating, "Hmmm... these will do for now... but we must get you some nice ones too!"

Walking up behind the young woman, she ran her hand gently down her bare back, feeling her warm, soft skin against her fingers. Encouraging her as she worked and unpacked Elizabeth said, "You are doing very well, Kate... tonight focus on the unpacking and resting... I have a feeling we will be very busy tomorrow!"

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A shiver ran up Kate's spine at the sensation of Elizabeth touching her, trying to resist the feeling of her body threatening to melt at the touch.

She managed to gain some semblance of control. "I think I've unpacked everything that matters, at least for today. I'm feeling a little tired anyway, I should at least be thinking about having a bath and going to bed." She let out a slightly embarrassed laugh. "I mean, unless you have a better idea." She moved Elizabeth's hand to her ass, intentionally being suggestive to see what the reaction would be.

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Kate moving her hand to her ass was a bold move. Elizabeth smiled at the young woman, pleased to hear that she had unpacked everything for the day, and smirked at her suggestion. Deciding to give her a little teaser she grabbed a ass cheek, her fingers sinking into the flesh.

"All done for the day... yes, you must be tired, I think you should rest today", she murmured as she pulled Kate by her ass to stand in front of her. Elizabeth's other hand went to her bare waist, tracing her fingers along Kate's warm skin, up to the side of her breasts. "But before you do that... why don't you show me how you really feel...", saying this, Elizabeth's hand went to Kate's shoulders, pressing down firmly, indicating she wanted Kate to kneel in front of her.

She was still in her white t-shirt and navy yoga pants, the feeling between her legs growing warmer and making her restless. Smiling down at Kate, she slowly spread her legs, standing firmly over the young woman, letting her clearly see the camel toe that had formed in the tight pants.

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Kate had a moment of hesitation, part of her feeling like she might have allowed it to go too far, but she hadn't been listening to her niggling voice prior to that, so why start now?

She pulled Elizabeth's pants and knickers down with surprising speed considering how carefully she did it and set to work. She made no comment, not wanting to spoil the moment with some stupid attempt at humor, while enjoying the sensation and wanting to hear sound of pleasure from the other woman.

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There was no words spoken by Kate, no protest in any form, as she complied with Elizabeth's desires and peeled down her pants and knickers, exposing the wetness of the older woman. Elizabeth smile as Kate set to work, her mouth and fingers working their magic on her pussy. Pushing against her mouth, giving her better access, Elizabeth mewed in pleasure, stroking Kate's hair encouragingly.

"Ah, yes... very good!", she moaned softly, slowly grinding against Kate's face. "I knew you were feeling this too." Standing in the middle of Kate's room, Elizabeth threw her head back and closed her eyes, letting herself surrender to the pleasure that had started emanating from where Kate was paying attention to her. Her nipples were taught and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter, admiring the way Kate's tongue played against her, making her gasp and moan in delight.

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Kate was so lost in the moment that for a moment the spell of dizziness almost passed her by entirely, but she had to pull back suddenly, putting a hand to her head. The medication. The thing she always took with dinner. Normally anyway.

"Elizabeth, can you..." She had to close her eyes, the room spinning at that moment. "There's a small box on the kitchen counter I forgot about, which wouldn't be a big problem except it has medication in it I forgot to take earlier and my head just decided to remind me."

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She felt Kate pull away, and looked down with concern, a bit upset her pleasure was interrupted. She saw Kate holding her head, her eyes closed, and lost her irritation wondering what had happened.

At Kate's request, she nodded and and made her way to the kitchen, pants less. Finding the box of medication she also grabbed a glass of water and made her way back up, wondering what this was all about. Was Kate okay? Did she have an illness? Questions ran through Elizabeth's mind, while her pussy ached with frustration of being left on the edge.

"Here... are you okay? What happened?", she asked softly as she entered the room, handing Kate her medicine and watching her take it. "Maybe you should rest for the day... we can continue some other time."

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She took the pill and the water, taking a few moments to at least allow her senses to return to some semblance of normality before she said anything else.

"I forget what it's called," she replied. "I was diagnosed with it was I was younger, as long as I manage it carefully it's not a problem, unless..." She squeezed her eyes shut again. "Fuck, I even had an alarm on my phone to remind me, you'd think I'd remember." Part of her wanted Elizabeth to stay, but she knew that was likely to be a terrible idea. "I've already ruined your evening enough, if you can just help me sit on the bed I'll sleep and hopefully feel better in the morning."

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Concerned, Elizabeth helped her up to her bed, taking the empty glass away and placing it on the dresser. "Are you sure you are going to be okay?", she asked. Her pussy was aching, but she ignored it for the moment, more worried about her new neighbor. It was getting late and she knew she had to return home to set up for tonight, but now she was wondering if she should cancel.

"If you need me to stay here... I can... or maybe call a doctor or something?", she spoke again, watching as Kate, shut her eyes and laid down on the bed, breathing slowly. Moving around the room Elizabeth found per panties and pants, putting them back on as she got ready, waiting for a reply.

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Kate let out a slight laugh. "Believe me, there's nothing doctors can do, I spent a year getting poked and prodded and getting the same answer every time."

She took Elizabeth's hand and drew her closer. "I... I'd feel safer with you here, if I'm honest. But don't feel the need to stay, I'm aware this place is still a bit of a mess." She looked towards the door. "In theory there's a spare room next door, or there's the sofa." She was inwardly hoping she'd stay in the bed with her but stopped herself.

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Elizabeth weighed her options, and decided that it was more important to make sure her new friend was okay rather than having a good night. Sighing in resignation she replied, "I'll stay... I just got to make a few phone calls." Exiting the room to make the phone calls and scope out the guest room, she slowly made her way to the other room.

She didn't want Kate to hear her conversation and in a low voice she regretfully told her friend she won't be able to entertain them tonight. Once the plan was postponed she turned her attention to the guest room, which was very bare and unpacked. "Right, no way I am sleeping here." She said as she scoped out rest of the house. The sofa was not an option, Elizabeth rather return home than sleep on a sofa, but given Kate's condition, she decided to share the bed instead.

Returning to Kate's room, she smiled at the young woman and replied, "Well... looking around... I think, only this room is ready... you don't mind sharing the bed do you?"

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Kate had laid down on the bed and started dozing off, but was a light enough sleeper that she heard Elizabeth return to the room and smiled at her.

"I mean, I should warn you I move around a lot in my sleep," she said with a laugh. "But if that doesn't bother you then sure, feel free to join me." Her eyes moved to the clock and she realized how late it'd got. "Damn, I should probably get changed and clean my teeth, unless you want to go through the bathroom first?"

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Elizabeth shook her head, climbing into bed next to Kate. The bed was warm, and she hoped that Kate was exaggerating about her moving around. "I don't mind... yes, it's getting a bit late... best we get to bed", she replied and watched as Kate made her way to the bathroom to get changed.

Elizabeth had no change of clothes, but decided that what she was wearing was comfortable enough. The yoga pants and t-shirt were comfortable to sleep in and she decided that was good enough. "I will be up early tomorrow... I would probably be gone when you wake up... I got work to do", she called out to Kate who was in the bathroom. "But I will come in later to check in on you... see that you are okay."

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She returned to the room, the wave of exhaustion hitting her suddenly enough that she yawned wide, climbing into bed and without a second thought snuggling close to Elizabeth.

"I... I'm sorry," she said, glad the blush in her face was well hidden. "I just feel safer like this. You'll be glad to know I at least don't snore," she said, laughing a little. "If you want to wake me before you leave I won't mind, I promise." She snuggled in closer, finally closing her eyes, knowing she was likely to fall asleep relatively quickly.


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There were few things that Valan enjoyed less than sitting in a rundown building. And one of them was sitting in a rundown building while he ship was currently being held. And held by people he owed some money to on top of that. A truly bothersome situation. At least he still had his first mate to rely on as he tried to think of a way to hijack his own ship once the repairs were done. Of course, the repairs would only be done after he agreed to their terms. The tablet in his hand held those terms.

"So," he said looking to his partner "do you think we can break into the most secure house on this planet, steal their security codes, steal their heirloom sword, and then get out without being noticed. Without our ship?"

He tossed the tablet down showing the few details they had been offered. Pretty much all they knew was that the guy coveted his heirloom and gold. Paid for the best mercs this side of the system, and had hackers working nearly around the clock to keep things secure. And what he had was his wit, a partner, and a few weapons stashed away. And a pissed of mobster who wanted this done quickly.

He ran a hand through his shoulder length dark hair and looked in the rooms partially broken mirror. It didn't do him any favors but he still had handsome features starting with his striking violet eyes. Thin but toned he was a perfectly trained con man and thief. Who couldn't con his way out of this one if he tried probably.

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Miriya had been with Valan as a slave to start, years ago, when she was still being sold on the slave trade, on a distant frost planet, Valan had taken a liking to her after doing some jobs for her slaver. One day... when Valan had a job of protecting the slaves, herself included, Miriya had saved Valan's life from a group of bandits, using her body to shield him from a hail of ballistic bullets that penetrated into her body, blasting out thick globules of her body, coating his form with her violet gel. After taking the hot bullets, she had stiffened her membrane and raised spikes from her body, creating air pressure under her membrane before launching the spike out of her form at the bandits, incapacitating them. After having protected him, Valan had taken her from the slaver as a slave, only to release her and let her be his first mate on his ship.

Miriya looked to the tablet, displaying the details including planetary coordinates, the residence, what the were getting from the place, and the security they would be facing. She nodded to Valan, with a smile across her smooth purple face. "Should be no problem for the two of us and some guns." She was a fan of weaponry. She could use her body as a weapon, but it took some of her mass to launch parts of her body out. She could gain mass by consuming things, really anything could add to her mass, but she had a special liking to ice cream. Frozen foods were just... great to her. Plus, icecream made her body taste good. Being fed sweet things made her mass taste sweet, and that was a good thing as she could feed her nutritious mass to people, dehydrating them, and giving them the nutrients they needed.

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Valan only needed to smile as he looked over at his companion. A former slave that had proved to be the best of the best. Perfect for a crew like his. Or, rather, his crew of two. He had had a larger crew once but it seems that thought it odd for a captain to take a larger cut of the profit. Bothersome individuals. Regardless he was here now and she had confirmed they could do. Not that he had doubted it. With a smirk he stood up and checked the gun on the table. A nice revolver designed to shoot projectiles at incredible speeds. Handheld railguns. A lovely invention he had stolen right from the inventor. It was one of a kind and he was going to keep it that way.

Holstering the gun, he looked to Miriya. "So, what kind of gun do you want," he asked "small, medium, or 'most likely to cause someone to go into orbit'?"

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Being able to sprout extra limbs at will was a definite plus for Miriya, allowing her to hold more weapons than just one as long as she had enough mass to create extra limbs. Of course, having some extra mass made her look a tad chubby unless she stored it all in her boobs, she didn't mind that downside too much, seeing as, she could do with her mass what she willed, growing out her hair, giving herself huge breasts, making herself taller, making her ass larger, really, anything to please her captain, as she was more than happy to do with him whatever he had a desire for.

She smiled once again at him, making it obvious she chase option D, all of the above. With a giggle, she took a pair of small pistols with little to no barrel, made to fling out high velocity plasma at a foe, melting their body at a rapid rate, each pistol weighing only a couple pounds. She slid the pistols into her membrane, storing them in her body before grabbing hold of a ''stinger'' assault rifle, the rifle made to fire out ballistic projectiles that, when impacting, would shatter into little intelligent shards that would hunt for vital organs or, it could be set to hunt for ligaments and tendons, subduing and paralyzing a foe. After storing that to in her body, she got herself a rather primitive weapon, a larger ''lightning rod'' the weapon was built to simulate rapid lightning strikes by a military group a few decades ago, and while the weapon was powerful, it was heavy enough that few could actually wield it, hence, it's production being stopped. Being able to increase her membrane's density was a gift in it's own right, allowing her to wield the gargantuan weapon and use it's high firing rate efficiently.

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She didn't waste any time making her selection as she chose each of her weapons. She grew hands to hold all of the arsenal she was going to use. He grinned as she held everything at the same time.

"God I love you," he said placing a kiss on the slime girl's cheek. Valan sat back with his pistol holstered.

"So, the guards will change in about an hour," he said "we've got a ride ready to take us to the outskirts of the place. The ride will take just about as long so we'll get right into it when we get there. I already told the driver to stock up on ice cream for you. You deserve a reward for being so damn cute."

Valan stood up and placed a hand on the closest thing to a shoulder Miriya had. "Let's move, the ride should be waiting for us downstairs," he said.

And when they arrived downstairs they would see it. It was a long microship. It looked like someone had taken a starship, condensed it to three rooms, and strapped some engines on it. The ramp opened up in the back to a spacious room with four chairs. A doorway at the end led to the drivers space which was unneeded as this ship came with a pre-programmed AI driver. It would be just the two of them onboard. On the far side of the spacious room was a small fridge that, within, had three gallon containers of ice cream: Chocolate, Vanilla, and Strawberry.

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Miriya smiled so sweetly when he kissed her sugary sweet cheek, enjoy the feeling it gave her. She just loved to be touched, the feeling of contact to her membrane sent signals of pleasure to her ''brain'' that made her truly strive for more touching. She watched him set the pistol away as he pulled back.

Miriya's eyes practically lit up at the mention of ''ice cream'' Perking herself up happily as she bounced eagerly in place. She was like a child when it came to ice cream... but hey, the icy goodness just made her happy...

She hardly noticed the hand to her shoulder as Valan led her out to the shuttle waiting for them, getting in and immediately searching for the fridge, pulling the ice cream tubs out, taking off the lids, and simply shoving the containers into her membrane where her body could begin devouring it, container and ice cream alike. She then sat on her chair, practically melting into her seat with joy. "I should wear some clothing to hide all of my weapons when we're sneaking in..." Sure that was a valid reason to dress up, but... frankly, she just liked to wear cloths even though she didn't need to..

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That smile lit him up. That was part of the reason he had agreed to purchase her in the first place. Her cuteness, her ability to adapt to nearly anything, and the fact that she was the best lay he had ever had. All factors in why he had made her his first mate. Still, as they got to the shuttle he wasn't surprised to see her dig into the ice cream without even a seconds hesitation. The shuttle closed and took off.

"I would think so," he said, "unless you just plan on taking them out from a distance I suppose." He looked at the last remnants of the ice cream and container as they dissolved.

"Satisfying meal huh," he said with a laugh "I hope that extra mass comes in handy. You've got plenty of time to digest it after all." Valan kicked up his feet on one of the empty chairs.

"So, are you going to give me a peek at the clothes you plan on wearing or should I just be surprised," he said knowing full well that she was probably going to aim for practical for the mission but a little teasing never hurt.

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"I'll wear whatever you want me to wear, of course, captain." She teased him right back, rubbing her belly gingerly. As she gained the mass, she decided to store it in her hair, letting it grow out slowly as she absorbed the food. She wasn't one for picking enemies off from a distance, she liked the confrontation of being up close and personal. She knew she would be safe as long as her core was protected, so, being up close was just fun.

She finally sat up again, searching for cloths to wear, finding some sexy clothes, some simple clothes, some complicated things... she had an expansive wardrobe in Valan's ship, so choosing from so little was a bit depressing for her, not that it mattered, she could always dress up later. "How about something clingy that shows off all of my shapes, or maybe something sultry, to tease and show some skin, or...." Being that she was able to change her shape, color and density, she could really be whatever she wanted... so... as a means of teasing him, she made herself look human for the moment, increasing her membrane density and changing her colors before posing for him. "Maybe I can just walk around like this~" She wasn't shy to exposing her naked body, after all, most of her race went around naked their whole lives. She was an out-lire for wanting to dress up.

She slid some nanosilk panties onto her body that clung oh so sweetly to her curvy form along with a matching bra before sitting in his lap, facing him, pressing her body against him. For being as dangerous as she was, she sure was clingy. "Whatever you want, master, I'll be just for you." Even though she wasn't his slave anymore, she still oh so loved to call him master.

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Valan continued to sit back as she was more than happy to tease him right back. This woman here really understood him as she grew her hair out and teased him. She liked to get in the thick of things and he wouldn't change it for the world. She sat up and looked for clothes. There wasn't a major assortment here but they had managed to get some off the ship before they were kicked off. Miriya began teasing him as she moved to look human and showed off her curves. He could already feel blood rushing to his crotch.

"I'm not going to complain," he started to say before she created panties and a bra that barely contained her curves.

She pressed herself against him and he was, as always, struck by how soft yet firm her body felt. Her slime was just perfect for anything and everything. He smiled at her as she told him she'd be just for him.

"Oh will you," he said letting his hands squeeze her butt for the moment "then how are you going to show your master some of that dedication?"

She could easily tell, both from experience and from his body, that he was getting aroused by all of this. They had almost an hour to kill before they got to the mission anyways right?

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When his hands fell on her pliable rear, Miriya grinned to him and let her lips fall to his, enjoying his rather bland taste as her ''tongue'' explored his mouth, filling his mouth with her sweet taste and the simulated roughness of a woman's tongue. Her hands wrapped around him, holding him tight against her soft form as her rear pressed down against his arousal. "Now now, I can't exhaust my master before I mission. I can only tease him and let him ravage me later." She winked at him before sitting up and letting her form go back to normal, slipping into a form-fitting body suit that would hide the weapons she had stored under her membrane, leaving the top unzipped enough to expose her cleavage and the small red pulsing core in the center if her gelatinous mass.

She then got on her knees in front of him, pulling his pants down with ease before gripping his cock in her warm moist palm, letting her hand simulate an incredible tight human vagina. stroking him with it slowly, she watching his hand through her translucent gel, enjoying the sensation of his cock in her moist hole. It wasn't like having sex for humans, as, her body didn't quite have that... explosive orgasm that humans had, instead, her pleasure would build until she would eventually fall unconscious. For humans, they get so exhausted after orgasming, that they can't go on, but her race could reach levels of pleasure humans just couldn't fathom. "Maybe I'll play with you a little bit after all~"

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She grinned and kissed him as Valan grabbed a hold of her slimy rear. She used her ''tongue'' to explore him as she always did and he lapped at her tongue to get more of her sweet flavor. She wrapped her arms around him as she dropped her butt right against his pants letting her feel how hard he was getting. When she broke the kiss he sighed.

"You know, if you talk like that I'll really have to ravage you when we're done," he said with a smirk "enough to the point where you can't even think straight anymore and turn into a puddle of orgasming goo."

Valan smiled until he let out a moan as she slipped into a normal form but pulled his cock out. He was already hard showing all nine inches of his human length. He groaned as she used her hand to act like something else. Damn that power of hers as he moaned.

"Only a little," he said "well, you better try. The more you tease the worse you'll get it when we're done."

He tried to smile back at her but his head fell back as she used that hand of hers to make him feel like he was with the tightest woman he could think of.

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Miriya grinned up at him as he let himself fall into the pleasure of her hand-pussy, enjoying his reactions as her other hand went up to explore his chest, spreading out and feeling his warm skin on her moist membrane. She thought it was a tad strange, a human and a slime enjoying this sort of embrace with one another... though... it was quickly becoming normal. As her race was introduced into the galactic alliance, it quickly became apparent that her race could procreate with nearly any race, all it took was some DNA and they could begin forming a second core that would eventually leave their body to become a whole new creature, taking on characteristics of the original holder of it's DNA. Being that her race didn't exactly HAVE gender, the gender she chose to be was just coincidence, if she wanted to, she could change to being male at any given time, though, she far preferred to be female. It was obvious one of her parents were human as she normal maintained a human shape, though, still slime. She could go into other shapes, as could the rest of her hybrid cousins, but human was the easiest.

Her race had helped significantly with repopulating some of the dying races, bringing some races back from near extinction, and so, the slave trade of her race boomed, selling her kind as sex objects, objects of reproduction, all without even realizing how viable in combat they were. The fact that it took so long for her race to be taken into the alliance, was simply because her race had been content to just staying on their planet, it was a member of the alliance that discovered her race's planet, finding the sentient life, and making them join the alliance.

She found her pleasure growing right along with her captains, enjoying the feeling of his cock pushing apart her walls, almost like he was invading her body, sending chills throughout her body and signals of pleasure to her ''brain''.

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She loved doing this kind of thing to him as he felt her spread herself over him. The slime was soothing to him now though it had taken getting used to. He knew all about the goo girl's race and how they had been subjugated. While he wasn't opposed to owning slave he made damn sure they were treated well and became partners once they proved themselves to him. Still, it was hard to focus on that as she continued using her hand-pussy to tease him.

"Only your hand though," Valan said with a smirk "you won't even use your mouth or breasts one me Miriya."

He would have chuckled if he wasn't moaning and thrusting upwards trying to plunge deeper into the slime girl knowing that she was enjoying this now. He could tell by the way her core shook that she was liking it as usual.

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"Ah, you want a different sensation, master?" Miriya smirked at him, removing her hand from his now slicked cock, leaning forward to wrap her mouth around his manhood, his manhood clearly seen through her translucent form, penetrating deep into her simulated throat. Being that she had no gag reflex to speak of, taking all 9 inches all the way in her throat was no problem. She easily engulfed his cock, her throat undulating around his shaft, squeezing him like no pussy could. She looked up at him happily, making her form into that of a human once again for him to enjoy, her hair looked like a woman that'd just taken a shower, wet and pressed against her body, her eyes blue, her skin oh so fair. She knew how scarce humans were these days, so, allowing him to enjoy the company of a human was a treat for him. She had spent countless hours studying the anatomy of humans so that she could simulate muscle structure, bone structure, even the limits to which her jaw would open to him. It was actually quite seamless. The only thing she couldn't do was increase her body temperature by herself, so her body stayed around 80 degrees instead of the 98.6 degrees that humans usually had.

She could even go as far as to simulate human nerve endings, enjoy a human-like orgasm, enjoy the feeling of gagging on a cock, enjoy all of the sensations a human could feel, though, it was all a facade, as being human like this for him wasn't real... no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't be perfect.

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"You never cease to amaze," Valan said as she removed her hand and dipped her head down.

It wasn't the same as a human, he knew that, but she was close and almost better. She had more control over her body than most humans ever could. So when she took all of him in he couldn't help but groan as he felt her throat massage his cock. He loved it when she did this for him but he looked at her with a frown all the same.

"Miriya," he said between moans "I don't want you to just look a like a human. I want you as you. The Slime Girl I fell for."

It was true, he loved Miriya as he knew she loved him. In his mind loving her didn't mean he couldn't be with other people but he still cared deeply for her. And right now he wanted her to finish him off in her natural form. He placed his hands on the back of her head as he began thrusting forward into her gooey throat.

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Miriya looked up at him as he made his request, nodding before going back to her normal, inhuman, gooey form, sliding his manhood in and out of her throat, eagerly taking his every inch, squeezing her throat down on his cock in an attempt to wring him of his cum, all while enjoying the sweet, sweet sensation of his manhood penetrating into her body. She began to close her throat around him, letting his cock into her membrane. It was the best feeling in the world to have his hot manhood actually in her body, being able to control her mass helped to, as she could basically turn her digestive system on and off, turning it off as to not hurt him. Her insides weren't exactly tight, but this was for HER pleasure, not his. She shut her eyes, enjoying the hot feeling of him in her body, trembling as she struggled to maintain her form, the pleasure rising higher and higher for her until she was beyond that of a human orgasm, leaving her moaning around his cock, struggling to maintain her form even more as her little core convulsed wildly.

Miriya felt that pleasure continue to grow no end, until she had to pull his cock out of her body and hover over him, her breasts wrapping around his cock as she trembled, twitched, and moaned out, drooling on his legs as her mouth was left agape.

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The look when Valan made his request brought a smile to his face. She turned into her normal form as she took him into her true self. He could feel the change from the throat she had made to her actual body. There was nothing quite like this connection that he had experienced so far. As he thrust forward and she closed he knew this was exactly what he had wanted. She was trembling and he could tell just by looking at her core that she was pretty close to her equivalent of an orgasm. He didn't exactly understand it but he had certain experienced it a few times now. It wasn't a surprise then, when she pulled him out of her and wrapped her breasts around him. She moaned and drooled on his legs in the depths of her pleasure. Perfect.

He loved that look of utter pleasure she could get. It was at that that he thrust forward and his cock pulsed letting loose strand after strand of his warm cum directly onto and into Miriya's body supplying her with even more delicious fuel to keep her body going as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the afterglow.


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There was something in the air. Something has changed in recent days. The air was cooler even though it was a bright, warm and sunny day. Some people began acting differently. Number of fights in towns or cities increased as did battles between kingdoms. Yet, no one knew why? As the sun shone down upon the rolling lush green hills, a dark bay horse trotted along the dirt road. The rider shrouded in a charcoal gray hooded cloak.

Pulling back on the reins, the horse skidded to a halt. A sudden chill washed over her as if someone threw a bucket of ice cold water upon her. Tilting her head slightly gauging where the sensation came from. Nudging her horse with her heels, the horse leapt forward into a canter. Then into a gallop. A temple soon came into view. But something was not right. There should have been priestesses out and about doing daily chores to maintain the pristine nature of the temple nestled among the tall forest trees. A river nearby emptied out into the ocean a few miles away. The silence was almost deafening. Another shiver rippled through her body. It was so cold even with the warm rays of the sun overhead. Yet, Irisa felt a darkness had descended upon the temple.

Dismounting, Irisa ascended the marble steps. Something was not right. Her worst fears confirmed seeing a pool of crimson near the top of the steps. Stepping around the blood, Irisa moved cautiously deeper into the temple. Occasionally, she saw splatter of blood on walls or the floor, but no bodies. Drawing a slender, slightly curved sword made of finely crafted elven steel. Silvery-blue eyes looking around. Where were the bodies? She had never felt anything like this. What evil could have done this?

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It was the acrid smell of smoke mixed with the coppery smell of blood that first drew his attention. As a general rule Bjorn left the elves to whatever inscrutable, but ultimately pointless ritual they were obsessing over at the time. Their shrine was built in top of another older one to a different God, which was built on top of another. All those who had worshipped there had believed in their own God and the salvation that was promised, but none of them had lasted. The elves took a rather high minded view of things. The shrine and the woods were sacred and anyone who wasn't a pilgrim or a priest was unwelcome. Unfortunately for them Bjorn was built like a mountain, took no notice of their prohibitions and laughed at anyone who tried to enforce them upon him. He never went into the shrine, but the woods were fair game whenever he chose to roam through them in either of his forms.

Today was different though. Today the smell of blood hung heavy in the morning air and he was bound to investigate that threat to his woods.

The smell of blood was even stronger inside, blotting out the stink of incense that normally hung heavy around the building. The priestess was pinned to the wall by a strange, cruelly barbed blade, the tip of which was lodged deep into the timbers by the violence of the killing blow. No normal man could have recovered the blade, but Bjorn was no normal man and he was also not the sort of man to leave the dead in such a disrespectful position. He took hold of the hilt and heaved tugging the sword free. He caught the dead priestess on his shoulder as she flopped forward and gently lowered her to the ground. He knelt over her closing her eyes.

"From the ground we spring and to the ground we shall return. Rest in peace fallen one." He said respectfully and then turned his attention to the blade. Bjorn could feel the darkness in it. It was a Thorn to pick and tear at the flesh of life and light, a cursed blade. Yet the form of it was unfamiliar and that bothered him. There was a touch of the men of the plains about its form, but it was twisted and taken into a new form. He lifted it into the light to examine it more closely, his back turned to the door.

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Irisa could practically smell and taste the death in the air. It was sickening. Who could have done such a terrible thing? Not even animals were capable of this level of destruction. Finding a body, it was literally torn to shreds till there was nothing left. Wrinkling her nose in disgust. Closing her eyes, she said a little prayer for guidance and strength. Tilting her head, Irisa heard something not far up ahead. The corners of her mouth curved downward slightly. Could the ones responsible for the massacre still be here? Could massacre even be a word to describe what happened here?

Moving stealthily, footsteps light upon the floor as she crept closer. Peering through the doorway seeing a strange man holding a blood soaked wicked looking sword. A dead priestess laying at his feet. Eyes narrowing, fingers gripping the hilt of her sword tighter. Sweeping into the room, Irisa slid up behind him. The tip of her blade resting just beneath his ear. "Drop the sword and state your business," she spoke in a soft tone of voice which held a hint of frost to it. "Why did you kill all of the temple guardians?"

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Bjorn heard the footsteps, but only once they were too close. The smell of the blood had masked her scent from his nose. He was about to whirl around, but the prickle of the blade stopped him. He raised his hands slowly above his head in the universal sign of submission.

"I didn't kill anyone, Elf. I came to investigate the smell of smoke and blood. I knew something was not right. You want to know who did this, you should ask the person who carried this blade." He tilted his head towards the cruel, chaotic blade still held in his off hand.

"That is what killed your priestess. The fatal blow embedded it in timbers of the wall. It was a frenzied attack. Do I look frenzied to you Elf?" He said calmly. "I'm going to put the blade down now."

He moved slowly, carefully and placed the blade on the floor. He took a breath and lunged forward, whirling out of the reach of the blade at his back. He turned and faced his accuser.

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The corners of her mouth curving downward. Turning the blade slightly against his flesh just enough to let her intentions known. Tilting her head slightly to the right watching as he raised his hands. He was the only one here, so he had to be responsible? After all, he had been holding the blood soaked weapon. There were things which did not add up. There was something about him, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. He didn't seem like other men. Not lowering her weapon, silvery-blue eyes shifting to look at the hole in the wall where the priestess had been pinned.

"Perhaps. There are ways to create a frenzied attack, then revert to calm afterwards," Irisa countered with a hint of a dry tone to her voice. She knew of spells some cast upon themselves to gain an extra boost in battle. Could that be what happened here? "The only person here is you." Eyes watching as he set the wicked looking blade down upon the ground.

Eyes widening as he suddenly moved with an almost inhuman speed. Raising her sword up into a defensive position. Body tensing, readying to counter an attack. "Who are you?" Irisa demanded. That was when she noticed there was no splatters of blood on him. If he had been responsible, he would have been covered head to toe. Though she noted the smeared blood.

She was about to ask another question when she felt a dark presence. It sent a cold shiver rippling through her body. Like icy hands reaching for her. It made her swordhand tremble slightly. The presence was slowly approaching. A clawed hand suddenly grabbed hold of the door frame. The claws digging in. The creature stepped into view. It looked like a mutated form of a man in dark, blood splattered armor. Even the metal of the armor had become black and twisted. Red glowing eyes shifted from Irisa to Bjorn trying to decide who to attack first.

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"I am Bjorn and I am not your enemy here. I came to help just as you did. I don't even use a blade as a weapon. Believe me I have no need for such a thing." He said calmly, his blue eyes calm and clear, the sunlight glinting on his shoulder length blonde hair through the windows. He folded his broad arms and looked her calmly up and down.

Bjorn tensed at the approaching figure, unfolding his arms slowly, his hands closing into fists. As a general rule he didn't pick fights, but this one seemed to be unavoidable. Still it wouldn't be fair not to give their attacker fair warning. "I rather think that this is the monster responsible for these crimes." He said eyeing the twisted creature in front of him. He nodded to it.

"Put your blade down and your death will be quick and painless for your crimes here." He growled, cracking his knuckles purposefully. He was still apparently completely unarmed and unarmored, but was completely unphased at facing down an opponent who was the complete opposite. Of course he did know that he had an ace up his sleeve if he needed it and there were plenty of pieces of furniture in the temple from chairs to candlestick holders that would made reasonable improvised bludgeons.

He eyed the female Elf. "We have a mutual enemy here. Our differences can wait." He observed.

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The twisted, mutated being merely smiled at Bjorn. The smile itself was eerie. Lips black, twisting to reveal slightly bloody teeth. The expression on his face was one of sadistic amusement. As if he knew some secret that neither one of them knew. Moving his neck, causing a few cracking of joints of be heard. Fingers flexing as if he was getting ready to attack, though contemplating which one to attack first.

Irisa's eyes narrowed, nose wrinkling in disgust. The putrid stench of corruption rolling off the man put her on edge. THe grip on her sword tightened, stance shifting towards the creature. Silvery-blue eyes briefly shifting to look at Bjorn. He was right. They needed to put aside their differences. "Agreed," Irisa replied, nodding slightly. "This... thing is an abomination."

Before she could make a move, the creature was upon her. The twisted blade he carried nearly cleaving her head from her shoulders if her own blade had not come up to block as she fell to the side. A snarl escaped the creature's mouth, before his fist slammed into Irisa's stomach sending her flying across the room. Hitting the wall, sliding down, ears ringing. A smirk formed on the creature's mouth, licking his lips as he enjoyed the fight.

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Frankly, Bjorn was surprised that the creature, it obviously wasn't just a man any more decided to attack the armed Elf over an obviously unarmed man, but it didn't bother him unduly. He would have had a tricky moment or two whilst he tried to fend off the attack and obtain a weapon, but now he had time to assess his options and his eyes settled on the altar and the font close by. Bjorn stooped picked up a chalice from the floor. It was silver with ornate hammerwork, smeared with coagulating blood. He heated up a candlestick holder from the altar as he passed. The reach was less than the blade of course, but his arms were longer, so that kind of balanced out. As for the lack of an edge, from Bjorn's perspective that was a positive advantage. Against an armored for a blunt weapon capable of inflicting a crushing blow was considerably more effective.

He watched the Elf get hurled across the room and winced. It was a nasty fall. He shoved the lid off the font and dipped the chalice into the water. There was no time to clean off the blood unfortunately as he scooped up some of the water, leaving bloody trails tainting the clear pool.

"I sure hope this was blessed properly." He muttered under his breath. Turning round he spoke much more loudly and clearly. "You need to cool off my friend. Here, let me help you." He taunted and hurled the cup full of holy water clean in the creature's face. The water burned like acid and it staggered back howling and clutching at its face. Bjorn considered for a moment and then hurled his candlestick straight at its head. There was heavy thud and the creature went down. Bjorn could hear it breathing, the scrape of its armor in the floor as it moved. He had time to spare though. In a couple of strides he was at the Elf's side, bending down and offering her a hand back to her feet.

"We will need to work together to beat this thing. Keep his interest. We can wear him down and finish him off. That armor is great protection, but it's heavy and awkward. We have speed and endurance on our side. When he gets tired his guard will drop and we can bring him down." He said and winked at her.

Turning to face their attacker, he patted his chest and spat on the floor. "Come on. You're the one with the sword. You're the armor and yet you're the one lolling around on the floor. I think you're a woman under all that metal. A scared little sheep. You haven't got the skill to beat me. I will break your neck sheep. You'll have to kill me to stop me." Bjorn spoke loudly, but in a very matter of fact tone. He looked perfectly relaxed, but he was watching the creature carefully and he was ready to dodge away or strike again if he saw an opening.

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Shaking her head, the ringing gradually faded from her ears. The fog lifting as Irisa turned her attention towards the battle between Bjorn as he attacked the mutated, corrupted being before them. She was surprised how easily he wielded ordinary weapons turning them into deadly weapons. Blinking, Irisa watched as the creature stumbled back with each blow but did not go down.

The blessed water sent the creature reeling backwards. Inhuman shrieks of pain filled the air as the water scorched the corrupted flesh. Irisa's eyes widened as the creature went down from the blow from the candlestick. Her silvery-blue gaze shifting as Bjorn towered over her. Taking his hand, Irisa got shakily to her feet. Dusting herself off, nodding in agreement. "Yes, it seems whatever made this creature enchanted its armor," Irisa spoke studying the creature. Turning her head slightly. "The question is, will he tire out before we do?" She wasn't entirely sure how much stamina the creature had. Just how far its abilities went. Did it go beyond normal parameters for a human male of what he could do?

Recovering from the water thrown into his face, the creature rose to his feet. Whirling around, his face badly burned. Snarling the corrupted man began stalking towards them. When he was close enough, the corrupted knight swung his wicked sword towards Bjorn and Irisa. Irisa dodged. As she spun past, Irisa slashed the knight's side where the front and back of the armor were connected. The creature roared, turning around grabbing Irisa with his free hand. Gloved fingers tightening around the elf's throat cutting off her air. Gasping for breath, Irisa tried to pry the steel-like grip of the fingers from her throat.

[Assistant] Bjorn could see the blow winding up in the monster's body even before sword swung. Sidestepping was easy after that, the blade never got anywhere near him and Bjorn used the opportunity to circle around to the right looking for an opening to strike. Ducking down he seized his candlestick again and tossed it up in the air, catching it lightly. As the armored horror lunged forward at the Elf again Bjorn charged from behind and brought his candlestick down on the back of its head with a clang of metal on metal. He raised his arm and brought the candlestick down again, this time with a crunch of bone. Bjorn threw a big arm around the monster's throat and heaved back arching the monster back and squeezing his throat, trying to cut off his breath and weaken its grip on the Elf. He raised the candlestick again and brought it down on the armored skull.

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Irisa felt her world growing increasingly darker. The twisted metal fingers tightening around her slender neck. Breaths of air coming in ragged hisses. Lungs burning for air. Her fingers clutching in vain at the iron grip the creature had. She saw the delight in his glowing eyes seeing life draining slowly from her. Irisa kicked out at his armored form, but it didn't seem to have any affect. Only made the creature smile sadistically.

Her eyes diverted from the creature to see Bjorn come up from behind. It all seemed to be happening as if it was a dream. Perhaps it was the effects of having air cut off. In the back of her mind, she found it intriguing that he seemed to be able to hold his own against the creature. Making it arch its back while pummeling it with a candlestick. Finally the twisted creature let go of Irisa. Coughing, Irisa gulped in the air. Still feeling lightheaded, grabbing her fallen sword. Ignoring the sensation, Irisa lunged forward plunging the blade of her sword up through the creature's skull and twisted the blade. An inhuman shriek filled the air as the creature flayed about trying to hit both Bjorn and Irisa. Black ichor oozed down the pristine blade. The creature lashed out again trying to slash Bjorn with his clawed fingers.

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Bjorn winced ad the edge of the Elf's sword slashed his forearm as the creature struggled and writhed. It was little more than a scratch as far as he was concerned and he was far more bothered about avoiding the armored, clawed hand that was flailing madly trying to reach him over the creature's shoulder. He shifted his grip, dropping the candlestick and grabbing the armored helmet and shifting his arm down to grip the shoulder. He heaved, throwing his entire strength into twisting on its neck. The creature gave a horrible half choked shriek as it felt the pressure and realized what Bjorn was trying to do. Then there was a sickening crunch and it hung in Bjorn's grip like a puppet whose strings had suddenly been cut.

"I told you I'd break your neck." He hissed against the helmet and then let go. The creature crashed to the floor and lay in a heap. Bjorn dusted his hands slowly and turned his arm to examine the cut. The wound was already knitting together, the scab darkening rapidly as it sealed and began to heal. Bjorn wiped away with a smudge of blood and spat contemptuously on the corpse at his feet.

"You fight well. For an Elf." He observed, with a mischievous smile. Stooping he caught hold of the creature under its arms and heaved, hauling it up onto his shoulder without any particular effort.

"Our friend here has despoiled this place enough." He stalked outside carrying the corpse and dumped it unceremoniously just outside the temple grounds. He would deal with the body properly later, but a mark of immediate respect was required. He returned to the temple and stood at doorway a little unwilling to enter without invitation now that an Elf was present again.

"As I said before, I am Bjorn and I think that I have proven that I am not your enemy."

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Irisa swayed slightly on her feet. Her lungs still burned from being nearly choked to death. She watched as the creature flailed about. Eyes widened slightly surprised by how strong her ally was. The wet snapping sound echoed through the room. The creature fell to the ground, no longer moving. Chest heaving, Irisa walked over to Bjorn. Her eyes shifted to the now healing cut. Not many humans she knew of could heal that fast. Realization donned on her, he was no ordinary human.

Wiping the blade clean of the black blood, Irisa nodded in agreement. "It will be a long time before the taint can be washed clean of this place," she spoke, feeling a coldness hanging in the air. The temple was tainted with darkness, evil and death. Sheathing her sword, "I... thank you for your help, Bjorn." What happened left her feeling troubled. "I have a feeling this is not the end, but the beginning of something. Something is coming." Walking towards Bjorn, she slipped past him to stand out in the fresh air. The smell of death and blood still lingered in her nose.

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"You are welcome. I always help where I can." Bjorn rumbled. "I cannot speak for that. I do not know of the rituals that are done here or what it will take to cleanse it." Bjorn said with a shrug. He was invariably direct and to the point without any attempt at deception or evasion.

"I agree." He said, turning to watch her as she stepped outside with the characteristic lightfootedness of her race. "Powerful though it undoubtedly was, I do not believe that this was the world of just one creature. In my experience where there is one, there is always another. Something took a man and, willingly or otherwise, turned him into that thing. That is troubling."

The scab on his arm was beginning to tingle and itch as it healed. His lips twitched and he scowled briefly as he resisted the urge to scratch it. He stepped out into the sunshine and folded his bare, muscled arms. His skin was lightly tanned and freckled and marked here and there with long faded tattoos.

"Perhaps we should set things as straight as we can inside. Deal with the dead." He suggested. "They deserve to be laid to rest. I can dig." He added shortly, unfolding his arms and rolling his shoulders slowly.

"It will not be pretty, but it will do the job."

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Tilting her head slightly, Irisa's eyes slid down to the wound on Bjorn's arm. An eyebrow arched ever so slightly noting that it was almost healed. She knew a wound like the one he received would have taken much longer to heal for an ordinary man. He appeared like a normal human male she had occasionally encountered, yet, he did not appear fatigued from the battle. Lips pursing slightly. She couldn't quite put her finger upon it. He was right, where there was one, there would be another. Who knew how many others were out there like the creature they just defeated?

Removing her weapons and cloak, gently laying them against a marble bench. A soft sigh escaped her lips. "Afterwards, we should determine where the creature came from. If we can retrace his steps, we can find the source of the corruption and put an end to it before more are harmed," Irisa spoke softly disappearing for a minute. Returning with two shovels. "I know a spot where they will find peace." Leading the way to a clearing among willowy trees with water curving around the partial island. It was large enough for the priestesses to be buried. Impaling the tip of the shovel into the ground, Irisa began to dig the first grave.

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Bjorn stood and waited, his broad arms folded over his chest. The shrine wasn't his territory, he was unfamiliar with everything about it other than the appearance of the outside of the building, so there was little point in him trying to find tools if there were any. Not that he had actually intended to use a shovel. Paws and claws are very good at digging, especially when they're large one. Still if he didn't have to reveal exactly what he was capable of becoming, then he would choose not to do so. It wasn't that Bjorn was in any way ashamed or uncomfortable with his dual nature, but rather that lots of people were uncomfortable with it. It was his experience that it was safer and less upsetting for everyone involved if he kept that side of himself to himself. So when the Elf returned with a shovel he took it and followed her silently outside.

He paused when she started to dig, glanced around and shrugged. Leaning the spade against the trunk of the tree he reached down and pulled his shirt off over his head and draped it over a branch. He would be carrying bloodied corpses soon enough and blood was very hard to get out of white linen, but much easier to wash off bare skin. Under his shirt Bjorn's skin and barrel like torso matched the gnarled muscles of his arms. He was just as tanned, his shoulders and upper back lightly freckled with a shimmer of fine hair spreading across his chest and down his belly. He dug. As he dug he hummed a tune that he could no longer remember the words to, or where he had learned it. There was more than one body, so rather than dig each a single grave he dug a large pitch and then began to work to deepen it. He moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, but without pause or any sign of tiring even when his arms and back began slick with a sheen of sweat from the effort of it. Finally he thrust the spade into the mound of earth and climbed out of the pit.

"I'll carry them." Bjorn offered. "Do they need a shroud or offering to take with them?" He asked, referring to two common practices that he knew of among men in dealing with their dead. Exactly what rituals the Elves might require he had no knowledge of and he was trying to be respectful of the dead and of the living.