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Ashley sighed as she took a sip of her drink. The warm feeling of the alcohol mixing with the bubbling cold cola felt refreshing. She had been wandering all day to get away from him. Abusive piece of shit that wished he was a real man. He'd left her for dead in a raider attack ad she barley got out alive. Having to crawl so long hurt her chest like no tomorrow.

Glancing down at her very generous chest. The tight black shirt dove tantalizingly deep and showed quite a bit of her cleavage. The tight top matching her shorts that were as small as she could find. Barely hiding her ass from anyone. A red thong riding up on her hips and seen even with a passing glance. It helped with the heat of the day as she traveler but it wasn't the real reason she dressed like this. For her body to see by anyone.

Ash knew that life was hard in the barren and radioactive wastes. People were murdered for a drink and sometimes even less. A woman like her could go for a high price in the wrong peoples hands. The legion was always looking to kidnap and she had heard horror stories of girls taken to the strip for a ''better life''. Even at the age of eighteen she knew that the best form of protection she could get wasn't a rifle or a laser. It was a man.

The hard part was finding one that would protect her for her... services. Most men had some sort of moral compass and she didn't bother with them. She was a women that had needs and loved to please. Usually she could tell right from the get go when a ma would but things had been hard as of late. She had wandered into this dusty old town and there was no one to be found except for some old farts.

She sat straight and stretched her arms a bit. Deciding to look around the room and see what there was to see one last time before she tried to look around to find a room to hole up for the night in. Not bothering to hide the fact as she slowly gazed around the room and eyed everyone up. Before she turned her attention to the sound of the bars door opening and watched to see who would come through.

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Harry had been a hunter and a fighter from the age of 12. He was hardened by the real life, taught lessons no school could. There was nothing immoral, nothing wrong in the world. There were those who had money, and those who had moral. He was always for money. Anything needed from him. Needed to be paid. Either is money or kind.

He had a reputation of being a fighter, a force strong enough for 10 men or a small army. Wearing a jacket which showed of his upper body, ragged torn pants from the knees and around, an unkept beard, a cigarette in his hand he walked into the bar. He had a side arm, a 12 inch long blade and a machine gun over his shoulder. He scanned the place, making sure there was no threat before walking in and sitting a couple of chairs away from Ashley. "One neat" he said, enough for the bar tender to get his drink. He was a regular.

Harry sat there talking when the bar tender started small talk with him. "Nothing Jerry. The last case was a dude. The girl first offered her body in exchange for protection. But then she had issues with doing anything I wanted to. She wouldn't suck, won't get fucked in her anal, wanted a condom, won't swallow my cum, nothing. She just had no money and no wish. The girl I fucked last week was a true gem. Ohh what tits she had. Huge, easy to hold, grab and bury my face Into. Pity she didn't want a long term" he said as he drained the glass and ordered another.

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Ashley's heart sped up in her chest as the man stood in the doorway. Oh, what had just walked in she thought as he looked around before making his way to the bar and taking a seat. She thought she knew most the people around here. Though some of the guys she had been with didn't like telling her those tales. This man looked like one that was a walking legend though.Eyes never leaving him as he sat down and ordered a drink.

She listened intently as they spoke. Talking about something that he had just got back from it seemed. She sipped her drink as she listened. Seemed like this guy was having some troubles of his own. Laughing as he described the past few women he had been with. Enjoying how the one wanted to pay with her body but not what he wanted. Deciding after a few minutes that this was enough for her and, drinking the last of her drink, got up and made her way towards the man.

She made she hopped with each step, her breasts bouncing as she neared. Taking a seat next to him and offering him a smile. "Hi. My name is Ashley. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and was hoping I could ask some questions if you had the time?" Making her breasts squeeze together and pop out of her shirt even more so than they already were. She was exactly his type but had to take her time. Everything he had said she was eager and willing to do. The thought of warm cum in her mouth making her mouth water.

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Harry was about to start the second drink when he heard foot steps approach him. The reflection on the glass top of the bar showed a girl, a busy girl with all her assets on open display. No weapon was on display, which allowed him to let her get close. Else he would have shoved the end of his gun down her throat.

The voice was soft and kind of cute, which made him vomit. Cuteness was a sure shot way to get killed in the world out there. "What do you want?" he asked her directly. He was a man of action, not words. He wouldn't utter an extra syllable if he could get his message across with a grunt.

She did look better than her reflection. Her tits got his cock squirming. How he wish he could squeeze those lemons or rather water melons. He wished to do a dozen things to her. He waited for her to reply and tell why she was there. A girl like her could either want protection or get someone back. Nothing else.

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Ashley cocked her head to the side with a smile. "Well, I was looking for protection and you look like a man that knows a thing or two about protecting a young girl from the wastes." Licking her lips and looking him up and down. "I heard about the last woman that offered herself in exchange. I can promise you that I can be much more accommodating than she was."

Leaning in a bit closer to him. "Maybe we could work something out?" Running a hand up and down the hem of her shirt as she spoke.

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"You all say the same thing. I am better, can do more give more. But no, one simple task I give and poof. No, I can't." he said, raising his nose in disgust this conversion was exactly what had happened the last time. And it was a waste of his time, his skills and his ammunition.

"I don't believe you." he said simply, returning to his drink. Up close, he wanted to fuck her even more, but he controlled himself. After all, the waste was full of wannabes who believe they can do anything, only to find the truth in a harsh way.

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Ashley raised an eyebrow at his comments of girls given one simple task and they couldn't do it. Did he really find girls like that? Have to deal with them. Signing and letting her hand drop from her shirt. "Well, I can tell you I can handle one simple task... or a few at once." Ending it with a more than suggestive tone.

"Let me put it this was. All I'm looking for is to be at your side. That's it. You won't even know I'm there unless there's something for me to take care of for you. I don't know how to fight, but I know how to hide and use this body of mine to get through some hard hitting situations." Looking at his arms and down to the gun that was seated withing an arms reach. "Maybe we could have a day test run? I show you what I have to offer and you show what you do. If you don't think I'm worth the time that'll be that. We just go our separate ways."

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Harry stared at her, the hint given by her clear as day light, although now even day light was dark and foggy. But the idea sounded good. He was aching for a couple of bikes to use and she did seam like someone who could give it to him.

He nodded and drained his glass, signaling for a third "If that is the case, OK. Let me see what you are made of and how good a slut you can be whoring out your body remove that slutty top, get down on your knees and suck me. My cock goes out of your mouth only when I am about to cum. Take all my cum on your tits and then eat it all using your fingers. Take it as a test run to qualify for a day with me" he sneered. He turned to see the bar tender standing near by, laughing.

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Straight to the point and bold as they come. She smiled as he made the offer. Glancing over to the bartender that was laughing at the exchange. "Mmm. I see you're a man of the deal." Licking her lips as he hands went to the bottom of her skirt and pulled it off and over her head. Leaving it on the counter as her bra quickly came off after. She was no stranger to things like this. That and she never minded an audience.

"So let me get this straight. You want me to blow you, topless, until you cum all over my tits. Is that right?" Hands going to cover her nipples though as she did she played with them. Letting out a soft moan before dropping her hands to his legs and getting to her knees. Rubbing the palm of her hand up and down the growing bulge in his pants. Not going any farther until he said the word. Though as she waited her other hand went to his waist and unbuttoned it before sliding down to join the other in its stroking.

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Harry's eyes nearly popped out when she undressed herself to expose her tits. He knew they were big, but no. Her tits were huge. He couldn't resist pinching them, taking the entire tit in his hand and pressing them, as if they were stress balls. He gave a whistle as she undid his pants, his own cock getting harder. "That's right bitch. Suck my cock, make me cum over your tits and then eat it all. You do this and you can be with me for a day."

As she would suck his cock, he grabbed her hair and fucked her face, just to see how deep she could take his cock. He then poured some whiskey over his cock which she would have to drink as she sucked him.

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Ashley gasped with a smile as he groped her breasts. Wasting no time as she leaned down and started to lick and suck on his tip. He was definitely the thickest and biggest dick she had the pleasure of meeting. Starting to take more and more of his cock into his mouth as she sucked and wiggled her tongue underneath it. Not bothering to pull all the stops out just yet but enough to make sure he was having a good time.

She relaxed and placed both hands on his legs as he grabbed her hair and started to fuck her face. A steady *gluck, gluck, gluck* was the only thing he would hear. Letting him have his fun as he used her face. Looking up to him and giving him a wink.

When she felt the sting of whiskey on her tongue from him pouring it down his shaft she opened her lips slightly to let it pool in her mouth. Closing them and taking his cock into her throat and swallowing the fiery liquid down. Head starting to spin as it numbed her senses and throat even more.

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Harry sat and downed another glass as she sucked him, his hand resting on her head, not allowing her enough space to lift her head. On the contrary, it would push her head down, taking him deeper and deeper. His tip hit the top her throat, chocking her for a second.

As she would suck him, he used the gun he had on the table to run down her back, the tip of his gun on the edge of her ass crack. He winked at the bar man who was also looking, his eyes staring at her ass. He hooked the edge of his gun with the rim of her shorts, and pushed it, exposing her panties and the ass which were bursting out. "You know, girls shouldn't be allowed to wear bra or panties. Just makes it harder to reach the target" he said which was followed by the sound of grunts and laughter across the bar. He took a glass of water and poured it down her back, letting it wet her panties and shorts, almost becoming transparent.

"You got a good mouth bitch. Keep sucking. I am close" he announced to her.

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Ashley slowed down as he spoke. The fores of him pushing down suddenly making her give a small rare gag. Feeling the cold metal of his gun sending a shiver down her back as she arched away slightly. He wouldn't hurt her. She hoped. Letting his cock from from her lips with a wet *pop* and smiling as she heard laughter from all around her. Shaking her head in mild annoyance. "That'll cost you extra."

Wrapping her lips around his cock again with a moan as she felt the cold water run down her body. A face of innocence asking him to not pour more as her clothes grew wetter and wetter from soaking. Bobbing her head faster and faster now that he had said he was close. She had wished she hadn't bet him cumming on her tits. Wanting to savor feel his cum mix with the taste of the whiskey.

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He ignored her as he grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth, now showing his true strength. His huge muscles allowed him all the energy he needed to manhandle the young girl, fucking her face quickly. Soon, he bellowed loudly, announcing to every person in the pub that he had ejaculated. His cock pulsated for a few seconds inside her mouth, filling her mouth with his cum. He allowed her to suck a couple of sips before he withdrew his cock and sprayed her tits with his cum, ropes after ropes of white cum emitting from his cock.

He watched her, how she had sucked his cock and then taken the cum on her tits. "Clean me and then yourself. I must say, you do walk the talk. If you clean and lick my cum of your tits, you hang around me. I will protect you in the ruins out there" he said as he sipped another drink and looked down at the kneeling girl.

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When his hands wrapped around her head, Ashley felt small points of pressure where the thick fingers gripped her. Closing her eyes as she tried to relax as she was used to please the cock in her mouth. Using her as little more a hole to get off with with surprising strength that didn't seem to match his already strong physique. Spit dripping from her mouth as she let her jaw loose and let it drop down onto her swinging breaststroke.

She almost tensed as he let out a loud roar but steadied herself as she felt his cock thicken and pulse in her mouth. Feeling the long waves of cum quickly filling her mouth before he finally pulled her off him. His cum was sweet and even as he came all over her chest she played with the fluid in her mouth as she looked up at him. A smile on her face as she felt streak after streak of warm cum cover her chest.

She swallowed the mixture of cum and saliva. Opening her mouth wide to show the man it was now empty. "Taste pretty good." Nodding and getting to work as she leaned down to kick his cock clean. Gently squeezing the base up to milk every last drop of cum from his shift before letting go with a wet pop. She looked around the room waved to all the patrons watching. She did what she had to do to survive. And well.

Getting back to her seat she kept her top off ran a finger over her breasts to collect the lines of cum and kick it clean. Slowly doing the task as she talked. "Well a person is only as good as their words... and actions. Who would I be to try getting help and just having words?"

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Harry couldn't help buy give a laugh. "You are some woman. I am sure you will be a lot of fun to have around out there. I might need to get you some clothes and teach you some basics, but apart from that, you should do well." He turned to the barman and said "Get her a drink. And clean up the room upstairs. We will be staying there tonight" he said, much to the cheers and laughter of the crowd.

As the bar man would do as instructed, Harry pulled her close to him, before having her sit on his lap. As she would sit, he tore away her skirt, leaving her just in her thongs which showed off her ass. He grabbed her tits and began to play with them as if they were a soft ball and he was using them to relieve some tension. As her drink would cum, he smacked her tits a bit, making them jiggle.

Once she would drink, he told her to follow him, spanking her ass as she would get down. Grabbing her hand, he led her upstairs to the room. He threw her on the bed, closing the door from behind. In the background sounds of gun fire and people screaming were coming. There was some action going on, somewhere.

He undid his pants and shorts, throwing them in a pile on the corner. He grabbed her thongs and tore them away, which soon joined the pile on the side.

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A coy smile lit up her face as Harry complimented her and offered some things to be more useful to him. "So clothing is optional?" Licking her lips and leaving the drying lines and puddles on her body to dry. Waving slightly at some of the more rambunctious customers that were cheering as she climbed onto his lap. Eyes going wide as he easily tore her skirt away. "Careful, baby."

Wrapping her arms around him as she drank and enjoyed the rough hands on her breaststroke. Her nipples hard tips on the mounds of flesh. His slaps making her gasp and spit a bit of drink down her chest to mix with the drying bits of cum. Slightly grinding herself against him as she grew increasingly hotter and wetter. Aching to feel his dick in more than her mouth. Though she wouldn't mind another mouthful.

Ashley nodded and stood as he commanded. Surprised by the sudden slap before bending over and giving him a much better target before she followed him. Being led by him to a room. His skin hard from calluses and who knew what. She gave a bit of a cry as she was thrown onto the bed. Her breasts bouncing from the sudden movement. Giving him a list look as she suddenly looked to the side where gunfire was coming from. Whatever. It would be there when they were done too.

Watching as he undid his clothes. Hands caressing her own body. 4unning over her breasts, teasing her legs as she spread them and drew the fabric taught over her pussy. Grinning as he tore away the last bits of clothing she was wearing. Now completely naked before her new protector. Hand reaching for his cock to stroke him.

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Harry stood and let her stroke him, while he took in the beauty and how sexy she looked. Her actions in the last few minutes below in the bar and then up here, in the room showed she walked her talked. She sure would be a fuck toy for him, and that too a sexy one. He grabbed her by her hair and got her mouth on his cock, wanting to feel the soft mouth on his cock again for a few seconds. But this time, it would be her pussy that would be filled with his cum.

After giving a few thrusts in her mouth, and his cock harder than a rod, he flipped her on her fours, her ass winking at him again. He gave her ass a squeeze before pushing his cock into her pussy. He was in no way gentle, pushing roughly inside her. Using her hair as a holding leverage, he pulled her hair back as he slammed into her pussy, watching the tiny hole swallow his huge manhood easily.

Giving her a few seconds to settle and adjusting himself, his one hand holding her hair and other wrapped around her waist, as he put one foot by her side, giving him leverage to use his power and fuck her as per his speed choice. He began with a slow fucking speed, giving a powerful thrust and pausing for a few seconds before withdrawing almost completely and pushing back inside her with more power.

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It felt warm and thick in her hand. Just how she liked it. Licking her lips as she did. Her mouth dropping open and she felt his fingers in her hair. Letting it slide easily past her full lips before closing them and sucking gently on it. Eyes looking up to his. Relaxing as he started to thrust into her mouth. Spit starting to run down to her chin.

As the delicious cock was pulled from her mouth, Ashley barely had time to do anything else as he suddenly put her on her hands and knees before him. She gave him a look back. Blowing him a small kiss and gasping when he slapped her ass. Ashley wanted it bad. Her pussy throbbing and heated like a furnace. To be with someone as confident and strong as he was? She would've done anything.

Ashley moaned when he pushed his cock into her. Eyes going cross slightly as she fell to her elbows. It was so much bigger than she expected. "Feels so good." Was the only thing she could say as he pulled her by the hair again. The pain of him pulling it while slamming into her so slowly yet so hard was wildly pleasant. Being able to do little but enjoy the slow hard fuck he was giving to her.

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He began to pick pace, pulling her back and he slammed forward into her, fucking her and forcing her to take the entire length of is cock. He left her hair to grab her waist, both hands holding her and using it to pull her back as he slammed. At one point, he stopped and spread her ass to spit on her ass, watching it disappear into her asshole, before resuming the fuck. "Hell bitch, you are exactly as you said. I am sure I will be keeping you around a lot, bitch" he said , pulling it out all the way and pushing it back.

Outside, there was a lot of firing and banging, and the sounds were getting closer and closer, until a loud bang shook the walls. He turned suddenly, and moved away, putting on his clothes. "Quick, put on your clothes and stay by my side. We are leaving" he said, as sounds of shouting and gun fire could be heard in the floor below.

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Ashley let her head drop to the bed as he let go of her hair. Ass in the air as she got loud enough for anyone to hear here without much trouble at all. Each hard impact making a loud wet noise as it slammed into her dripping hot pussy. Nearly screaming as he filled her again and again each time. Oh he was so much more than she had expected.

She groaned in protest when be stopped but a gasp escaped her lips when he spread her ass and spit on her. The warm wet fluid slowly dripping down to her star as it warmed it. A cold trail being left behind and the tease of warmth in her ass making her buck her hips back onto her cock. "Oh don't tease. Please. Just fuck me. Just keep me safe a day full of cock."

When the room shook it was just enough to pull her from the lusty daze she was in. More upset that he had pulled out and left her so close to cumming she simply nodded in disappointment. Turning on her side she eyed the his cock while he dressed and did so herself. The tight fitting shirt doing little to hide her rock hard nipples from view. Annoyed that not only were her pants still wet but so was she.

"Fuck. What do you think is happening? I was so close to cumming." Ashley said in agitation as she fell in behind him. Crouching down so she was well below anywhere a stray bullet might pass. Glancing down at the sounds coming from downstairs. What in the world could be happening in this sleepy town?

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He ignored her completely as he picked up his weapon and glanced from the creak through the door opening. Once he was sure it was empty, he slowly walked out, signaling her to be quiet and stay close. He walked slowly, his rubber shoes making no noise. He checked for the floor below to ensure it won't creak as he walked towards the stairs. He peaked again, making sure to keep an eye all around. As they entered the bar, it was a mess. The entire bar glass was damaged, and there were bodies all around. No one was moving, and there was blood smeared all across the floor.

"Looks like they were searching for someone" Harry whispered to her as they looked out of the window. There were some people who were out on the streets, trying to ensure the others that the shooters had run away. A few injured people could be seen crawling to the side of the road. He beckoned her and said "We need to leave now." as he walked through the back gate and into a car. It was more like a tank, with no glass, but open windows which were re-enforced with steel. Even the windshield had iron bars on it.

He put the car into motion and took off, a loud humming sound emitting from the engine. He drove in the direction opposite to those where the shooters went. "There is a small safe house a few miles from here. We will stay there" he told her. It would take them an hour to reach there. He couldn't take the direct route, and so had to navigate his way avoiding crowds and known areas of gangsters and hunters.

He stopped the car against a blown out building. No one would give it a second glance. He stopped the car and covered it with tree scraps from nearby to camouflage it. He then walked inside the gate and kept walking down the stairs till they reached an empty box. He announced himself and also his intention before the door opened and they were in. He immediately took her to the the room he was allocated and locked the door, before slumping on the bed. "You can finish the task now" he said, clearly tired to fuck her as of now.


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Adrianna winced as Mylan dug his nails into her skin before he finally let go. As he walked away, she gripped her wrist and rubbed it. Never saw the box coming for her until it hit. Adrianna screamed in pain as both hands went to her head, blood was trickling out and fell down her face. A cry escaped her as he was on her again, gripping her wrists and pinning her to the wall.

"Father please." She begged as she started to cry. "Our people are suffering! Our kingdom is falling apart! They are dying! They are scared! You do nothing but promote terror and fear! Children are ripped from their mothers arms and sold. Boys for labor and girls for sex. It has to stop! You have to be stopped!" She yelled at him as she tried to get free. "I did help them! I will do it again! This is not what our kingdom is about!" She snapped at him.

"So kill me, like you do all of those who try and stop your reign of terror. Because killing me will not stop the rebels from coming for you."

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She had the insolence to beg him. Mylan laughed in her face, his dark eyes locking with hers without a care in the world. "If they die, they deserve to die. I am not the protector of the world. I have given you a good life, you had everything you wanted, and you prospered while those you say you care about suffered. This is my Kingdom, not yours!" Releasing her wrists, another hand rose, and he slapped the woman harshly, laughing afterwards.

"You think you are in charge of me, you think you know what's best for the kingdom? I'll teach you a lesson you're going to never forget." Maneuvering her by the wrists, he led her towards the bed before he pushed her backwards onto it. He sat on her waist and then moved his hands to the top of her dress, tearing it down the front. His eyes locked with hers as he did it, savoring every hint of resistance she gave him.

His hands found her breasts. He cupped them. "You've grown so perfect over the years, better than my wife, and I never touched you. I'll touch you now and I'll leave you begging to take back your betrayal."

Mylan whistled, a guard coming running in and looking at the two on the bed. "Fetch me a rope." The guard left. While he was waiting, he tortured her breasts. Twisting, turning, cupping, and releasing. His hardening pressed against her as he bore the full brunt of his weight on her.

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Adrianna cried out as he slapped her. She nearly fell to the ground, but merely stumbled a bit. "I know better than you. You are a monster." She struggled as he used her wrists to get her over to her bed. She grunted as he shoved her on the bed. She tried to get up before he was sitting on her to keep her pinned. "What are you doing!?! I am your daughter m! You-" She cried out as he ripped her dress top open to reveal her breasts. Her breasts were supple and large with nipples perfect for sucking on.

Her eyes went wide with fear. "No! No! Stop please! Don't!" She screamed and begged as she struggled under him, trying to get him off her, trying to get free. "Father, please don't do this! Please!" She begged as he got the guard to get hun rope. She fought now. Fought hard. Her hands hit at him, clawed at him, and punched at him. "Stop it!" She screamed as he fondled her breasts as she fought.

The guard returned with the rope, "Your majesty." He presented it and bowed to the king. The guard was willing to help the king if he needed it. Adrianna never stopped struggling, she was not about to be raped by her father.

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"A monster... Huh. I like the sound of that. Maybe when I am through with you, I will eat you for your betrayal, skin and all. Keep talking." His hands twisted one of Adrianna's nipples as punishment.

Mylan cackled at her pleas. "No, no, stop, please don't..." He spoke in a whiny voice, raising the pitch of voice intentionally to mock her. Every time she begged, the twisting got harder, eventually raising his hand up and slapping her breasts with force. He was a powerful man. Her hits, her punches, her everything were just returned at her just as quickly in retaliation.

"Tie up her legs first, then her hands." The Guard walked around her and eyed the distance between her hands and legs before unsheathing his sword and cutting the rope in half. He walked to one end, took both of her hands in his with powerful, firm hands, and tied them together. Then he walked to the end of the bed and did the same to her legs. The guard tied them as tight as he could, not caring for her comfort and aiming to leave her little room to punish or resist. The guard left the room after the business like transaction.

"Where should we start, hmm?" The king climbed off of his daughter before flipping her on her back and ripping the rest of his clothes. The sound of ripping fabric was music to his ears. He undid his belt and brought it down on her back. Not too hard. He wanted to test her. "Say you are wrong. Tell me what a righteous king I am."

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A scream rang out from Adrianna as Mylan twisted her nipples. "Please! Stop it!" It all fell on defeat ears. She looked to the guard, "Help me! Please! Do not let him do this... No! Do not help! Please!" She cried as she was tied to her bed as her father beat her over and over again. Her face was starting to swell from being hit. Her lips were bleeding from being broken open by his fists.

Tears streamed down her face, "Please... I am sorry... Please... don't do this.." She begged as he flipped her over and ripped her dress off of her to expose her flawless back. It did not last being flawless before he was bringing the belt across her back like a whip. Each time that belt cracked over her back, a scream of pain rang out. It rang out through the palace. Her balcony door was open, so anyone outside down below could hear her screams of pain. Fear for themselves kept people from doing anything aside from pretending to not hear.

"I am sorry. Please... stop... please!" She begged through her tears.

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The King had lost all sense of his humanity. He reveled in every gasp of pain, every scream and every please just goading him to do it more. Her words differed completely in his head from what she was saying in reality. He was an animal, driven by dark instinct and the desire to control and punish.

"You didn't say the one simple command I gave you. Useless." He brought the belt on her back again and again, the tight leather digging deeply into her skin. The thwack of the belt and the sensation of being in complete control intoxicated him.

"Say it, say tell me what a good father I am and a great king and I will stop and give you a present." He paused only to see if she would.

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Adrianna cried into her bed as he seemed to really like for to be in pain. She looked over at him and could see that he had completely lost it. No one was going to save her. She was on her own. "I am sorry." She whispered before screaming out in again as he hit her again with the belt. Red marks began to appear on her back in the spots where he had hit her. They were bright red and would defiantly hurt for days.

"You are a good father. You love me. You are the best king to ever rule over our wonderful kingdom. I am sorry. I was wrong. I will be good. Please... just stop... please." Her words and begs for mercy came through a broken and cracked voice as she continued to cry. She didn't want to say these words, but she was trying to survive this.

She looked away from him towards a window and closed her eyes as she prayed for someone, anyone to save her.

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She was sorry. Not sorry enough. Mylan preened a moment of madness crossing his meaty face, revealing the many missing teeth in his sadistic grin. "I am the savior of this planet, a shining beacon in the bleakness of humankind." Obviously, the man had lost it.

"Now for your present." His hand glided to the linen fabric of his pants, which he threw off after lifting his body up only for a minute. With agonizing slowness, he sauntered to stand sordidly straight in front of her, at full attention. One hand moved to her head, pulling her head upwards to leave him an opening.

He thrust forward. His below-average sized cock quickly grew slick as he moved his hips from side to side, only forcing the tip in at first. His mouth fucking started slowly but eventually grew to a frantic pace where he forced her to choke on his cock repeatedly. He pulled away after a moment, looking her in the eyes. "Aren't you going to thank me for your present?"

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Adrianna was covered in a thin layer of sweat and small mix of blood. Looking at him, she nodded, "Of course. Yes." She tried to agree with him in hopes that he would stop doing all this and let her go. Then she could start planning to run away and escape him.

"Present?" She questioned before seeing him start to get his pants off. "No! Father! Wait! I am not worthy of such a present. Please!" She begged as he grabbed her head before shoving his cock into her mouth, forcing her to accept it. She grunted and chocked on it. Her mouth filled with saliva, making it easier for him to fuck her mouth. So much was produced that it was dripping down the sides of her mouth.

She coughed and gasped for air as he pulled out of her mouth. "I am not worthy of it... Thank you." She whimpered out, "Please. I do not deserve this. You should leave me locked in my room." She tried to convince him to leave her alone.

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Sweat drenched the king's robes, a foul odor emanating from him. His greasy, salt and peppery hair appeared worse than usual and could've left a puddle on the floor. His beard stood on all ends in its fuzziness.

"I am not one to break my promises." The King retorted, grinning stupidly before he shoved it into her throat once. After letting her have the break, he continued to mouth fuck her, growing more and more intense and dedicated in making her choke on it. He thrust again and again, pre-cum seeping off of his cock and leaving its salty taste in her mouth.

It didn't take him long to grow tired of fucking her mouth. "There's one other thing I can do to you without ruining you for marriage." He flipped her so she could look up at him. He approached her quickly. Even the king wasn't naïve enough to want to ruin her completely or hurt himself. He spit on his finger before shoving it in what they would undoubtedly clench for him. He worked and worked at it before he pulled it out and spit again. Apparently reaching some satisfaction that she stretched enough. he pushed the very tip of his cock in before pulling out in lubricating. Inch by inch, he pushed himself in her tight ass, taking breaks before his entire cock fit inside.

He took a break, exhausted from all the work it had taken. Then, he thrust. A massive thrust that stated his impatience. He glared directly in her eyes, licking his lips and growing even more excited about her pain. A slow pace was easy enough to maintain, and he pulled out to re-lubricate occasionally.

Outside, Mal had been listening for thirty minutes. The screams, the sobs had risen in him like a crescendo. He couldn't save her yet, but he would. If he rushed in there, it would only lead to the two of them dead. The Assassin felt sick out of guilt in one of the first times in his life, throwing up.

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Adrianna was starting to get sick from the horrid smell that was coming from him and the pain radiating from her body. As he continued to choke the life out of her with his cock. He shoved it over and over into her throat, that she was drooling bad all over herself and him. She coughed and gagged when he finally tired of her mouth and pulled away. She spit some out of her mouth as she could taste his cum still.

She was exhausted and hurting so bad that she barely registered his words as he flipped her over and began to work himself into her ass. Her eyes shot open as a scream erupted from her. "No! Stop! It hurts! Please! I can't take anymore. Ah... " She continued to scream in pain as he forced himself into her ass, stretching her and causing her to bleed a bit. Her eyes were bright red from all her crying. "Please... stop... please... Just kill me... please... Please... just kill me." She began to beg for her life to end as they pain was just too much. Laying on her freshly whipped back and having her ass stretched beyond what it ever had been. It was too much for her.

"Some... one... please..." She got soft with her words as she began to fade in and out of consciousness.


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And much screaming was had from both of them. For hours, they made love on the deck, rocking the ship again and again. It didn't take too long for Bradley to end up in the middle of the tangle of goddess and net, surrounded by her on all sides. Their lovemaking was wild and horny at first, tails slapping and hands squeezing. The deck underneath them started to get slick and slippery due to their combined juices, their bodies how glistening and sliding lewdly against each other.

But as time passed, their coupling became more romantic, more sensual. Bradley's mind was close to giving out at this point. He had lost count of how many times he climaxed within his new lover, and how thinking one word was barely within his capabilities.

With the last reserves of strength, he was kissing the lovely goddess that was in and around his arms, legs and torso, moaning softly. Their hips were slowly and softly rolling against each other, soft slipping sounds audible across the deck. His legs were hooking around her tail... or was her tail coiled entirely around his legs? He didn't know anymore. The only thing he knew was that only pleasure and warmth existed within the arms of this woman. "Electra...!" He moaned softly as they kissed, voice soft and dreamy.

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At some point their sex turned into lovemaking. It was still rough and passionate, but complete with more kissing as their passion became more than just sex. It was kind of surprising how things changed between them through their night together.

He passed out after releasing for the... she didn't know how many times they had both orgasmed at this point. She used her tail to fish a pocketknife from his pants pocket and cut the net so they could be set free. They'd both gotten so wrapped up in the net, and it was actually uncomfortable for her, having been hours that those ropes were tightening around her chest and arms.

Feeling dirty with the way the ship was covered in their juices and it leaked out of her, Electra hopped back into the ocean, and cleaned off there. She swam around, knowing she had the chance to leave, but she couldn't bring herself to. Bradley had made quite an impression on her, and she had developed feelings for him. Electra didn't want to leave, but she also didn't know how Bradley would react if she stayed, so she decided to sleep nearby and see if he missed her.

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After climaxing that many times and moaning the goddess' name countless more times, Bradley slept soundly on the deck for a long time. Eventually, he woke up, the man rubbing his eyes against the morning sun. "What the... what am I doing?" He muttered, trying to focus. His body was rather sore, marks from the rope strewn over his body. But there was more. A warmness that still lingered, the feeling of a body writhing against and around him. A night of glorious lust, debauchery and...

The night came back into memory, the pirate inhaling sharply and immediately going beet red. He held a hand in front of his mouth as he recalled the last moments, the two of them moaning each other's name and fucking each other's brains out. His free hand touched the deck, noting the sticky coating on top of it. But... that couldn't be, right? Him having had sex with a goddess.

It was way more likely that this was a fever dream caused by whatever sludge the net fished up. Some sort of hallucinogenic, no doubt. Grunting, he stood up and gathered his clothes that were scattered around the boat. A quick meal and a scrubbing of the deck later, he was about to... leave?

It didn't feel quite right. Something in his mind was fuzzy and sparking, urging him not to leave. He decided on a simple test. Call out and see if the goddess was still there. If nobody answered, he could leave with a clear conscience. And if Electra answered... oh boy. His cheeks reddened a bit again. Nonetheless, he stepped towards the railing, hands firmly on it and called out. "Electra! I... thank you! The night was lovely. And if you can hear this... I would like to tou---see you again! Are you there?"

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Electra couldn't bring herself to leave. In all her lifetimes, she'd never had sex that good before. It was amazing, the ways her pirate had made her scream, the way the boat rocked and rocked for hours as they kept having passionate, intense sex. It was glorious for Electra, and she craved more. Not that she knew what to make of that. She'd been with plenty of humans, none of which had ever made her consider being with them again after one night. Most humans didn't make much of an impression on her, though she tended to make an impression on them. None of that was new to her.

She was pondering whether to leave when Bradley appeared above her. She popped her head out of the water as she listened to him before smirking. He seemed like he wanted the sex more than anything else.

"The sex was good, but I'm pretty sure you could get that anywhere."

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For a moment or two, Bradley was sure he had been dreaming, listening to the echo of his voice over the water. But just as a sinking feeling of loss began to settle in his stomach, he heard that sultry lovely voice coming from beneath him. Jumping, his eyes widened as he stared right into that divine face. Blinking, it took him a couple of seconds to respond. "Holy damn... guess that night actually was real."

His cheeks flushed red as she mentioned the sex, a grin almost involuntarily appearing on his face. "For you maybe, but for me... that was out of this world. Can't really last four hours on my own." Although his voice was teasing just like hers, Electra could hear the relief in there, as well as a good serving of warm affection. The man was happy to see her. And not only due to the sexual side of their coupling.

Bradley glanced back, clearing his throat as he scratched the back of his head. "So, do you want to come on board, Electra? Got a pot of warm tea on the stove, would be nice to have somebody to drink it with, y'know? And you're very good company." He laughed, a warm relaxed sound this time around. "And I promise not to use any nets today. Unless you're into that stuff, then I can be persuaded."

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Electra giggled when he mentioned he couldn't normally last that long. "Well, you are only human." She teased playfully. Honestly, she was surprised at the tone in his voice. It wasn't necessarily filled with lust as much as he seemed to crave her as a companion. They both were lonely.

At his invitation, Electra hopped up onto the ship. "Am I? Or are you just looking for a repeat of last night?" Electra asked curiously. She agreed to the tea and nodded at his words. "I don't necessarily dislike being tied up sometimes."

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Her teases brought more blushes and squirms from the pirate. Bradley liked the vibe between the two of them. Playful, teasing and sweet. He just hoped those sparks were genuine from her side. If they were, he'd be willing to plunge in the deep to help cure both their loneliness. "Guilty as charged. 100% human here." He grinned back.

Gulping, Bradley took a step back to allow Electra to gracefully hop upon the ship, Bradley staring at her beauty for a couple of seconds. He then shook his head, throwing his hands up. "Not only a repeat. I mean, I'd be a fool not to lie with you again if I get the chance. But no, I crave your company. It might sound weird, Electra, but I liked last night on more than a lusty level. Your companionship, the jokes and teasing... it made me feel warm, at ease. So please, stay a while." His grin widened as he winked. "Got plenty of rope near my sleeping quarters if you ever feel the cravin'. Now let me get that tea!"

A minute or two later, Bradley had tea for them both, poking his head out from belowdecks. "Want your tea on deck or in my quarters?" The question came.

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Electra couldn't help but smile as she watched how Bradley reacted. He was so much more fun than most humans, though she couldn't put a finger on why that was. "You're cute, blushing like a schoolgirl." Electra teased, before smiling.

While he was gone, Electra decided to slightly change her form. After their marathon, her tail was being a bit finicky and it was just easier to swap forms if she was going to stick around on the ship. Her more human form came with a little mini skirt and she stood, half waiting for his reaction when he came back.

"We could go to your quarters. If you promise not to freak out again." Electra teased, heading in his direction. "Last night took a lot out of me, my tail is still being a bit stubborn. Kind of needs a little time for a recharge, so legs, for now."

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"Like a... well, you might have a point." Bradley didn't want to admit it, but he was a bit flustered. A goddess of basically Sea and Sex had fucked him into jelly and was on his boat the next morning. Yep, he was flustered. Did she like him? Did he have a chance with her somehow? No matter what the reason, Bradley smiled at his guest, clearly appreciating her teases and beauty.

When he came back, he had to do a double take. Her tail was... gone. Changed to two sensual legs and a miniskirt. His mouth fell open as he peeked out, the man shaking his head in disbelief. And then promptly went red when he realized he could see under her skirt from this low angle.

"My quarters, right." He quickly said, grunting at her tease. "Don't worry, I won't. As long as you don't blow my mind too much, Electra." He laughed good-naturedly, happy to have her here. "Aaww, no sexy tail?" He teased. "That's too bad. I think they look very alluring on you. But take your time to recharge. My boat and bunk are open for you."

Sitting down, he handed her her tea. "So, I... hhmmm... how do I say this... I'm glad you stuck around, Electra." He seemed rather embarrassed. "I like your teases, your warmth. It's... good." Bradley chuckled as he sipped his tea. "I might fall head over heels for you."

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Electra smirked at his words. He really was cute. She really liked him, which was really the only reason she wasn't already long gone. After all, she could have left, but she didn't. She knew his feelings, those things he never admitted, which helped.

"Goodness, you have got to get a little control over yourself." Electra teased. "All that blushing for a man who had me screaming." Electra couldn't resist the tease.

She sat on his bed in his room as he handed her the tea. "I don't usually stick around, if that helps you in any way." Electra pointed out softly. "Might be fun, seeing where this could go." Electra said with a smile.

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"Pprrfftt. You had me more than screamin'!" Bradley huffed. "I don't know how many times I came, but it was enough to make my mind sludge!" Chuckling, he sipped his tea. The fact that she stuck around and now sat on his bed was proof enough something else than sex happened yesterday. That the wild fucking had indeed shifted to something more wholesome, yet equally lewd.

At her smile and words, he stopped drinking mid-sip. His eyes looking into those beautiful twinkling orbs of hers, the man lowering his cup, stunned. "I'd... love to have you at my side. I'm as curious as you where this leads." He laughed a happy laugh, scooting closer. "Loads of fun, I'm sure. And not only the sex! Although that's mighty fun too."

Gentlemanly, Bradley took her hand and pressed a kiss on it. "In that case, welcome on the Azure Depths. She'll be your home for as long as you wish." He smiled bright at her as he looked into her eyes, happy and confident now. He'd gotten the potential romantic interest of a goddess after all.

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Electra smiled at Bradley's words. "I'm sure it'll be interesting for us both." Electra said aloud. "I've never really given much thought to a more... permanent lover." Electra admitted with a blush.

"You don't have a crew..." Electra pointed out softly. "Are you sure you're really willing to risk your ship because we've got a mutual attraction, connection, whatever?" Electra pointed out softly. "I'm sure you know I'm a bit of a liability. You're probably the only one who ever believed me."

"Azure Depths?" Electra questioned. "Why'd you chose this life anyway?" Electra found herself asking, wondering more about her new potential lover.

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Bradley almost fell out of his seat at Electra's words. Permanent lover? Wait wait. Him? With her? FOREVER? Bradley hadn't wanted something so much for his entire life. "...I would be thrilled." He said, blushing as she did. "Would love to be your partner." Oh boy. Her... his lover... maybe even... wife? Could he hope?

At her worries, he laughed softly, giving her a wink. "Electra, danger is my middle name. I'm a bloody mercenary, pirate, you name it. You're worth every ounce of that extra danger. It's what a... a lover would do." The thought of him being her actual lover and not a fling still boggled him.

Sighing at her last question, he grimaced. "Bad luck, mostly. I've been a part of crews... but every one of em turned out rotten. Mutinies, killing, all the nasty stuff. Sometimes barely got out alive. Then I found this beauty..." He patted the ship. "... and decided to try at it alone. Turns out there's less danger and pain for me this way, aye."

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Electra couldn't help but grin as she watched how Bradley reacted. He was so cute. His thoughts, the way he wanted it more than anything, she loved that. "Let's just see where it goes." Electra suggested with a smile. "You... we... can be lovers." Electra corrected softly.

As he mentioned that it was a lover's expectation to help protect her, Electra narrowed her eyes. "Maybe, but you're a human. I'd hate for you to get hurt on my account." Electra pointed out softly.

"How is that true?" Electra asked. "People need companions."

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Bradley couldn't know his lover was reading his mind like a book, very much loved what she found. Her grin gave some indication, the pirate grinning back delightedly. "Agreed. Let's see where this path leads. With the two of... us."

At that, he moved next to her on the bed. Bradley wanted to be close to her, especially now he knew his feelings were reciprocated. Which also gave him an excellent view of her narrowed eyes. "I'll be careful, hand on my heart." He said, first lifting his arms in surrender and then moving one over his heart. "I don't want either of us getting hurt. Not me, not you. We have each other's backs!"

Bradley sighed, eyes dropping a little. "Aye. We do. I'm no different. But... I've been betrayed too many times, dodged the bullet so often a cat would've lost all its lives. So now, I have to make due with taverns buddies."

He looked up, his warm smile returning. "And now I have you, right?"

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Electra cuddled in close to Bradley when he came to sit beside her. She couldn't deny she liked the feel of him close to her. "You'd better. I'd hate for my first human lover to end up dead. I'm rather attached to you." She said softly.

"Well then, maybe you should teach me some things. I've never used weapons. But I don't think you'd much like me using my methods of escape if I'm all yours." Electra said, not at all denying things. "Typically the sex works, leaves them too stunned to chase me. But that's not really fair if we're saying we'll be exclusive."

Electra nodded. "Seems like we've got the start of something good between us. Might have to look deeper into the process of making a mate immortal, if it keeps going well. Hate to lose someone great for me. And you are, pretty great."

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Having Electra cuddled against him felt good. Not only because her body was just that gorgeous, but it made him feel warm, loved, wanted. "If it's a request from my love, I can only obey." He said softly. "I won't die on you... m-my love."

Blinking, Bradley chuckled softly at the revelation that she usually just fucked her opposition into submission. "No, if we're an item, I want to hog all the sex to myself. Every single moan, every touch of those perfect lips of yours." He thought for a moment. "Seeing as you're mostly aquatic, I can teach you about spears and harpoons. This work well underwater. And crossbows would be good to use."

"Very good indeed." Bradley said, turning pale then red when his lover mentioned immortality. "You can do that? Make mate... wow... I'm... your mate..." A bit overwhelmed with affection and awe, Bradley did the only thing he could: embracing Electra and passionately kissing her, pressing her lovely breasts against his chest.

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Electra smiled as she heard Bradley. She loved the way it made her feel, all warm and fuzzy inside. Was it love? Electra wasn't necessarily sure. She hadn't really felt much for anyone in a long time, so in a way, all of this was newer to her. And then he got to talking about hogging her all to himself. It was adorable the way he wanted to keep her to himself, but she also knew it was the best way.

"What about other threats? I may be aquatic, but those won't stop a human on a ship and you know that." Electra pointed out softly. She couldn't help but smile as he got flustered and got confused at her words. "I can, I just have to remember how I'd do that. I've never used it. Never met a human worthwhile." Electra said softly before kissing him back.

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There was so much going through him, Bradley no sure what he loved more about her. He loved her teases, her warm affection and of course her mind-numbing beauty. His mind raced with images of them traveling together, laughing together and... well... rocking the boat together while their cries echoed through the air.

Letting himself fall to the bed while they kissed, Bradley laughed happily as they kissed. "Maybe... your power over storms? We can practice with it, show you a couple of weak points. Do you have that kind of control." He nuzzled her hair. "...thank you... Electra. I'd think I love that. If there's anything I can do to help you remember, let me know."

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Humming, Bradley stroked his beard, thinking. "Maybe only for defense, then? Manipulating the wind or currents to slow down a pursuing ship shouldn't damage your reputation. Quite the opposite. You'd get a reputation of not killing and being kind. Disabling a ship should be easier and safer to do too. Is that an idea?"

As the conversation turned sensual, Electra could see his eyes glimmer as he got aroused. He easily got aroused by her, especially now they were... well, a couple. Bradley would always get hard for her. "Your tail does turn me on more." He said with a wink. "But it needs rest, you said, so were going to... test these legs of yours thoroughly." His hands stroked and teased his lover's legs gently, flowing up to her miniskirt and underneath it.

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Electra thought about it for a long while before she answered. "I don't think you're right about that, but it is an option. You're no fun." She teased as he mentioned he preferred her tail. She let out soft moans as his hands wandered her. "You really like the tail more?" Electra asked. She knew it was a weird situation, but it wasn't like they were a normal couple in the first place. She was what she was, but he was something else.

She ran her hand over his chest happily, smiling at him. "We're in for a lot of very sexual fun times." Her hand moved into his pants to stroke his already semi hard cock.

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The pirate shrugged lightly, humming a bit. "Well, that's all I can think of for now that you can do for disabling ships by yourself. I mean, even I by myself can't really do anything against a ship of sailors. Oh, one more option. Disabling their steering rudder underwater. Wedge it or something so they can only sail in circles. Nothing permanent or fancy, but they would be forced to leave us alone. Plus you can easily reach the rudder underwater, being a mermaid goddess and all."

Bradley good-naturedly stuck out his tongue as his lover / girlfriend / mate teased him, the goddess moaning lewdly as he touched her. A goddess that moaned at his touch... yep, he was getting aroused from that, extremely so even. At the question, he blushed, looking away for a moment before his lover demanded his eyes again. "Yesterday... it was so... intimate, your embrace with your tail. So close, so exotic, so... yeah... you might have given me a bit of a kink for it, love."

With her in his embrace, he beamed back at his beautiful girlfriend in his arms. And then felt her hand wiggle into his pants to stroke his girth. "Ooohh... you're so lusty, love. I l-love it." His manhood grew to his full size very rapidly, Bradley whispering in Electra's ear. "A lot of sexual fun times sounds... perfect. Let's begin right now." Of course, Electra herself was dressed in a miniskirt and those small bikini coverings, so she was already mostly naked. Didn't stop him from slipping his hands underneath those breast coverings and massaging her breasts with a lover's touch, casually removing them with a swift motion so they fell to her side.

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Electra sighed as she heard Bradley. "You know, I definitely thought a pirate would have better ideas." She pointed out softly. "I wonder, do you think you can defend this ship all by yourself if it comes down to it? How does that force them to leave us alone? I would think being driven in circles would only agitate them more." Electra admitted softly.

She didn't stop, letting her hand stroke Bradley's hardening cock while she moaned. "I gave you a kink?" Electra teased softly. "Well, I'll make a note for next time. I still think you won't mind fucking me in either form."

"I'll admit, I love having you in my life." She said in response as he whispered in her ear. His hands deftly took her nipple coverings off while massaging her breasts, and she knew he was loving the fact that he could make her moan like this. "Why do you humans wear so many clothes? It's so annoying." Electra teased as she worked Bradley's pants off.

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"Well, if it's specifically pirate stuff you want, I can always teach you how to use a cutlass? You're a pretty lass yourself, so a cutlass would suit you greatly!" He teased, grinning at the bad pun to try and thinking of other ways. "A sword is not really usable underwater though, only above. So a cutlass for above water and a spear for below? We can defend the ship together, drive off any attackers with our skill and wit! And then make out in the setting sun afterward. Can't forget that part."

With Bradley massaging Electra's tits and her stroking his cock, it was clear to see that both would be spiraling into another round of sex very soon. He had been awake for like 50 minutes and already Electra wanted his dick inside her. Bradley couldn't be happier to have a partner so horny, sexy and loving as her. He just hoped he could keep up with her libido. Then again, she had magic that allowed her to have him keep up. Oh boy. "Oh, I don't mind fucking you in either of your forms indeed." He admitted, groaning as his body began squirming a bit against her touch. "You're way too sexy for that. You're worth at least... infinite gorgeous human women in any form you take. But if I had a slight preference... I would say that sensual tailed form, haha."

"Gods... I adore you." Her words were honey in his ears, making the man swoon over her as he was stunned that the two of them seemed this close in one day. It felt right though. Oh so right. Quickly shuffling his pants off, he did the same with Electra's miniskirt, dipping one hand to her crotch to work the piece of cloth of her while the other still groped and pinched those divine orbs. "If I didn't, all the women in town would throw themselves at me." He joked. "Wouldn't want that, right?"

With a swift kiss, Bradley quickly got rid of his shirt too, leaving himself nude once again. Curling one arm around Electra's waist, he pulled her on his lap so she straddled him, kissing his lovely lover with a passionate kiss, his tongue flicking against her lips to be left in. She could feel his hot manhood pulse against her belly, hard and willing just for her.


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Leander looked around the small house once again, only half ashamed of the shambles it was in. _Do NOT cry!_ he ordered himself, even as he swiped the tears off his face. He grabbed a few more pouches of dried herbs and barks, a few more jars of salves and ointments, and threw them into his bag before finally closing it up and slinging it over his shoulder. Reaching up behind the stovepipe, he moved the loose brick in the chimney and removed the small pouch of coins Perdita hid there. He had no qualms in taking it, as in his mind, she owed him this much. He tucked the pouch securely into his belt.

Torches lined the roads coming from both roads from town. He didn't have any time left. Thanks to Perdita, they were coming for him. He grabbed his healer's kit in its bag by the door and slung it over his shoulder, throwing his light cloak over both bags and shoulders, and grabbing the heavy cloak on his way out the door. He ran directly for the shed out the back, for Perdita's horse. Perdita needed a saddle, but had never allowed Leander to use one, and in at this time, Leander was grateful for that. He quickly threw the blanket over the horse, tossed the heavy cloak over the blanket, and leapt up onto the mare's back, coaxing her out of the shed.

South and east led to town, and were currently blocked by incoming mobs ready to burn him for witchcraft, though he'd never cast a spell in his life. North led him into an impassable swamp. That left him west, into the forest. He took a breath and headed the mare in that direction. He'd been into the edges of the forest, and maneuvered through this area easily. The mare was comfortable at the edge. It was when they got deeper, when there was nothing but a deer trail to follow, that Leander began to have trouble with the mare. She became skittish, jumping and becoming difficult to control, threatening to bolt at the scampering of every small animal.

Finally, Leander did lose control, and the mare bolted, throwing the man, bags, cloak, blanket, and all, and running off to find her own way home. Leander, on the other hand, didn't have the option of returning home. He picked up the blanket and cloaked and hoisted the bags onto his shoulders, and did his best to continue following the faint deer trail he'd been following. But the trail gave out, and he was on his own. He just... kept going. He thought he heard water, and headed in that direction, and eventually found a small stream. He followed this upstream until nightfall, when he curled up under a tree, covered up with the cloak and blanket, and cried himself to sleep. He didn't have a clue where he was, or where he was going, or where his next meal was coming from. He'd forgotten to pack any food.

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Siveril waited patiently in the tree while his prey scrounged for food. A nice fat boar. He was going to eating well tonight! He nocked the arrow, held his breath, and just as he was to loose the shot... something made it bolt. A horse? Out here? That was unusual. And troubling. Grumbling about the lack of a guaranteed fine meal, he slung the bow over his body and hopped from tree to tree, in the rough direction of the sound he heard.

He traveled by treetop until the sun began to set, where he stopped and figured that he lost the trail of the horse, let alone what could've made it sound like that. He was about to start hunting again when he heard a new, even more, troubling sound. Crying.

A human? Had to be. Not many species cried like that. But where was it? He carefully looked over the area until he saw the person. Huddled under a cloak in the base of a tree. He studied the man the best he could in the faint moonlight that penetrated the canopies of the forest.

Nothing. Nothing to tell him if he was dangerous to him or others. Still, precautions must be taken. No risk is worth taking, even in familiar territory. He climbed a little higher and fell asleep keeping an eye on this stranger in his home.

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Leander was a restless sleep, continuously broken, awakened frequently by the various night noises of the wood life. He'd nod off, only to hear small feet scuffling through leaves, the chattering of an animal in a tree, the hoot of an owl, the splash of a fish. The ground under him wasn't comfortable, and no amount of scooting and tossing and turning was going to turn tree roots, twigs, and leaves into any semblance of a hay-stuffed mattress. Nor did he have any reasonable substitute for a pillow. And, at every turn, his growling belly reminded him that he hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday, and said lunch had only consisted of a small wedge of cheese and and apple. By dawn, Leander had given up on sleep.

It was still chilly, as the sun hadn't warmed things up yet, so he pulled his cloak closer around him and made his way to the edge of the stream, cupping his hands to scoop up some water and bring it to his mouth. He wondered if there were fish in the stream, and then wondered why it made any difference. He didn't know how to fish, and even if he did, he couldn't eat it raw. He had no cooking utensils and no way to make a fire. It was too early in the season for berries or nuts and he didn't know how to hunt. He was going to starve to death. Unless...

Leander stood up, pushing his long blue-black hair out of his pale blue eyes. He remembered hearing somewhere that most towns were built near water, so if you followed water, you'd find a town, right? He looked downstream, but that led... back, and he couldn't go back. Back was a more certain death than starvation. So it would be upstream, then. He hooked his hair back behind his ears, wishing he'd brought a comb and a tie, and headed back to his belongings. His stomach growled loudly to protest the lack of food, and he ignored it. He folded the heavy cloak and the horse blanket as neatly as possible and draped them over his bag before shouldering it, then picked up the smaller bag with the healer's kit, and carefully set off upstream.

He did his best to keep the stream in sight, but trees, undergrowth, and foliage itself did not always make that possible. If he veered too far away, he always managed to find his way back, always managed to keep the water within his hearing so he could find it again. He didn't travel quickly. He was heavily burdened and unaccustomed to traveling in the woods. His bags and his clothing constantly snagged on everything, and he was forever stopping to free himself. His arms, legs, face and chest were covered in tiny scratches and, by midday when he stopped for what he swore was the nine-hundredth time, this time for a long drink and a rest, he'd discovered that the mosquitos and the midges were having a feast with him.

Leander was hot, sweaty, hungry, lost, and absolutely miserable by this time. He unshouldered his bags, drank as much water as his belly would allow, and sat down to rest under the nearest tree. It wasn't long before exhaustion took over and he was asleep.

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Siveril woke to the sounds of clattering beneath him. This other man was awake and getting ready to continue, it seemed. He decided to keep an eye on him, in case. He followed in the trees staying back by a few trees, smirking every time this guy got caught on something.

"Can't be after me... he's pathetic!" he breathed to himself. "But where is he going?" Siveril knew this area fairly well, but the stream wasn't going anywhere helpful for a long time. In fact he was going the wrong way if he wanted civilization.

Still, he had proper instinct to keep hydrated in times like this. Siveril brought his own waterskin to his lips in response to all the water the other man consumed. He almost got up to leave the man after watching him fall asleep, but something told him to stay. The only idea he had for why, was he was sleeping in the open. He had shelter last night from the largest of predators. Here... he might as well have a sign that said 'eat me!'

He sighed from his perch as decided to stay close, but also help the seemingly helpless. He turned on the large branch and hopped off for a bit.

When the man would stir again, the scent of cooking meat would greet his nostrils. There was a small spit roasting campfire built nearby with a pelt nearby, perhaps to show him what was on the fire. A couple rabbits were skewered above the crackling flames.

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Leander was having the most wonderful dream, one of feasts of roasting meats. The dream was so real he could smell the meats and he was, quite literally, drooling from the collection of saliva in his mouth. His food-deprived stomach lurched and growled in protest, waking him and reminding him that it had been more than a day since he had actually eaten real food, and his belly was far from happy with this. He slowly pulled himself from his dreams, the smell following him even into his alertness. He stood to head to the stream, shaking his head to clear it, knowing the smells weren't real... and froze.

There, before him, was a fire. With food. Leander was afraid to move at first, then slowly looked around. Seeing no one, he took a tentative step towards the fire, towards the food. Who had done this? Where were they? He took another step closer to the food, looking around with suspicion. There was a fire. And food. And nobody around. It was a trap!

Leander hurried back to his bags and snatched everything up, throwing everything over his shoulders as quickly as possible. His panicked mind told him only that he had to leave and leave now. The rational part of his brain made him grab one of the rabbits, spit and all, before he took off, moving as quickly as possible upstream. It never dawned on him that he was leaving a clear trail for those that were following him.

[Assistant]
Siveril had trouble understanding people lately, especially this stranger. He watched from up high as the stranger looked similar to an animal near one of his traps, smirking and chuckling to himself when the man rushed back to his belongings as if something spooked him. _That' s fair, I suppose!_ he thought.

When the other man took off running, he smiled weakly that he at least took one of the rabbits. Good. He hoped both would've been eaten, as they're small, but at least he'll still eat. He hopped down, grabbed the other rabbit, and started pursuing this stranger. If a gift spooked him, Siveril didn't see this man as a threat anymore. He might as well help before he's pointlessly killed.

He kept at a calm pace, following the easy trail left before him, or the stream when the trail wasn't enough. He'd catch up eventually.

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Leander didn't make much headway through the trees, as he followed no trail and the trees seemed to hold him back at every chance. It didn't help that he was attempting to run one-handed, the other clutching the spitted rabbit. He made a rather comical picture, actually: black hair flapping wildly about his shoulders while the front plastered itself to his face with his sweat, a large bag hanging from one shoulder and a small bag hanging from the other, two cloaks and a blanket around his neck, protectively clutching a stick with a cooked rabbit close to his chest. Even so, as ridiculous as he looked, he pushed forward, forcing his way through the stubborn branches and underbrush that wanted to hold him back.

After thirty minutes, he stopped to rest. And to eat. His panicked mind had forgotten about the rabbit he was clutching, but his stomach hadn't, and when he stopped to take a breath, the smell of the meat reminded his brain that food was readily available. He looked stupidly at the skewered animal for a minute before taking a bite, his mouth suddenly, painfully, flooding with an overload of saliva. He moaned into the bite, a mixture of the pleasure from the deliciousness of the warm meat and the pain of the salivary overload. The next bites came rapidly, one after another, with barely time to chew between, and in no time, he found himself propped against tree, carefully picking each bone and suckling every morsel of meat off of every one.

Progress was slower after that, although it was never speedy to begin with. In his mind, he'd traveled forever, had put many, many miles of distance between himself and the town that disowned him. On and actual map, however, his progress was... well, the town would not follow where they were not familiar with the paths, and the hunters that were familiar with the paths were more concerned with feeding their families than tracking a witch. If he was stupid enough to come across their hunting paths, they would kill him. Until then, the witch would either die or escape on the other side. They really couldn't be bothered.

Clouds started rolling in by mid afternoon, when Leander stood at the edge of a deep ravine. He stared angrily down at the steep slope before him, knowing he'd never make it down without breaking an arm or a leg. He couldn't go by water, the water was deep and swift and he couldn't swim. Which meant he would have to follow the ravine in the other direction, away from the water, until he could find a shallow enough place to cross. Frustrated, he kicked at rock, intending to send it tumbling to the bottom of the crevasse. He did not intend, however, to lose his balance, and go sliding down after it.

Luck was with him this time, and he slid only a few dozen feet before catching himself on a sapling. He was tired and sore and still hungry as he began his crawl back to the top, and it was well into dusk when he got there. He treated his wounds as best he could before dragging himself to the largest tree he could find well away from the edge of the ravine. Hobbling around to the other side, eased himself down, sitting with his back to both the tree and the ravine, wrapping himself with one cloak and covering himself with the other. It started to sprinkle as he settled in for the night. Tomorrow was going to be one muddy, miserable day, and Leander wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

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Siveril couldn't help but chuckle as he lazily followed this nature newcomer, even casually enjoying the rabbit roast left behind. He caught up not long after the stranger slipped off the crevasse. He rushed forward until he heard the slowly calming breathing of a man who caught himself. Smirking, he worked his way up a distant tree to keep an eye on the situation.

For the first time, he felt pity for this man. He was out of his league, out of his mind being out here making such a racket. It was like a miracle from the gods that Siveril was admittedly jealous of. No predators approached. This man was his own biggest threat right now, and he needed help. Or he'd end up dead.

Still. He was tired and already scared senseless from Siveril's earlier generosity. He'll wait until morning to offer him direct assistance. And it is tiring following a scared person through forests. He was a bit tired too.

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Leander woke the next morning to a dreary day. It hadn't rained much during the night, more a steady, mist-like drizzle. He stayed snuggled up under his cloaks for a while, just staring out at the world, wishing he was anyplace else but here. He couldn't stay here forever, though, and with a reluctant sigh, he readjusted the cloaks and stood up. He winced as he stretched, the soreness from the fall yesterday and the stiffness from sleeping in a sitting position all night catching up with him.

Shouldering his bags, he started limping off, away from the water, away from the security of the stream he'd been following, trying to find a way to cross the ravine. He didn't relish the thought of a long walk in the wrong direction, or the thought of trying to find his way back to the water again, but he really didn't have much choice at this point. Head down, not really paying much attention other than to make sure the ravine remained on his right, Leander put one foot in front of the other.

At this rate, today was going to be a long, boring, miserable day, and Leander wasn't sure he really cared anymore. He readily admitted to himself that he wasn't cut out for this. He'd never been an outdoorsy person, unless he was working in his gardens, and this was nothing like that. Nothing like that at all. He was way out of his element. And way beyond ready for this journey to be over, beyond ready to find civilization and start over again.

[Assistant]
He woke to the various noises of the stranger stirring below. He breathed deep of the misty air, his favorite kind of weather, where scents are obscured, but it's not a full blown rain. He frowned a bit at how stiff the man appeared, though he was far from surprised, given the day before. Watching the limp in his step was all that Siveril needed.

He hopped ahead by a few trees to get in front of the man, but something caught his attention. Some brush seemed to move in a way that didn't look like wind. Gazing further in, Siveril was able to make out a few claws at the edge of the plant life.

Time slowed down for him as he drew and nocked an arrow, aiming for the bush, a few dozen feet before the limping man. He loosed the arrow as a large cat leapt from the brush, looking to make this easy target its next meal. The cat opened its mouth to hiss and leap, only for an arrow to pierce its side, making it tumble to the side. It righted itself and another arrow found its skull, dropping it to the forest floor with a soft, but deep thud.

"Dammit!" he breathed hard. That was not how he hoped to introduce himself, but it may actually help him. He jumped down to the forest floor, nocked another arrow, and kept his bow ready in case the cat got back up. He didn't pull on the string at all, to appear less threatening to the man directly.

When he could see no steam coming from the animal's mouth, he relaxed more, returning the bow and arrow to their rightful positions. "You alright?" he asked casually. He wasn't expecting a positive response. He wouldn't be giving one in his position.

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The noise in the bushes caught his attention, but it was the sudden appearance of the arrow that made him gape, and the sight of the cat that froze him in place. The arrow hit its intended target, but the cat lunged in his direction once again, causing Leander to backpedal, tripping over his feet and landing on his ass. Another arrow flew out of nowhere and stilled the cat before an elf appeared, a third arrow nocked into his bow, staring down at his kill. Seeming satisfied, the elf returned arrow to quiver and bow to shoulder.

And then he turn to the poor terrified man sitting on his ass in the mud. Leander looked up at him, eyes wide, face scratched and dirty, hair plastered to his head with a combination of misty drizzle and sweat. _Alright? Was he alright?_ Leander's frightened eyes filled with tears again, and he hated the tears more than he ever had. He already felt weak, he didn't need to look like a sniveling brat in the process.

"Don't kill me," he begged. "They lied! I'm not a witch! I promise. I've never cast a spell in my life! Please don't kill me!"

[Assistant]
Siveril almost laughed at the man's request to not be killed until he heard the claim of not being a witch. The faint smirk turned into a serious frown.

"You have been accused of witchcraft?" he said incredulously. "I see what you are running from then..." he paused as he knelt down to try retrieving what arrows he could from the beast. "How was the rabbit yesterday?" he asked, only pulling one safely back out.

He wiped the cat's blood off on its hide before returning it to the quiver. "Be at ease. If I wanted you dead, believe me when I say you would've have lasted the last two days." He looked at the man with a neutral expression. One that didn't show signs of concern over the blurted out accusation, but not one of pleasantries.

He looked back at the large cat and shrugged, pulling his knife from the loop on his belt. He knelt back down to start carving into it. He wasn't a great fan of the meat, but he didn't have to hunt for the day. Before he started cutting, he paused, "Siveril's the name. Siveril Patoris." An elven name, though physical proof was hard to determine, his ears covered by his dark brown hair.

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Leander just... blinked... at the other man, surprised. He'd expected to be attacked, expected this man to try to kill him, and instead, he was asking about... rabbits? It took his confused mind a few seconds to put two and two together. The fire yesterday, with the skewered rabbits. "Rabbits?" he finally managed to croak out. "That... that was you?"

He sat up to a more comfortable position than the one he'd fallen back into. "It... it was good," he managed to stutter out, watching as the other man pulled an arrow from the cat and carelessly wiped the blood on the hide. He shuddered a bit and began edging back when the knife cleared its loop on the belt, still not sure what to think. _Siveril? Wasn't that elven? Did elves even like humans?_

He blinked at the man's back again, uncertain of... well, everything right now, to be honest. "Leander," he finally answered. "Just... Leander."

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"Well, Leander, I'd ask why you're in these woods, but you saved me that question. I don't believe you to be a threat, but that's the other thing. You aren't a threat. This forest is. At least you don't have man as a predator right now, or else these ''witch hunters'' are terrible at their jobs," he said as he put more of himself between Leander and the cat, before carving into it.

"Did you have an actual destination in mind, or just away from the nearest town for miles?" he asked, letting him know that he just got started.

He was quiet for a few minutes as he worked on getting the good meat out of the carcass, before looking over his shoulder, "I don't mean to assume, though. I can help you through the forest, if you'd like, but the choice is yours."

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Leander just sat where he was, watching Siveril with lingering suspicion in his eyes. He agreed with much of what the other man was saying. No, there was no way on this earth that Leander would be considered a threat. And yes, Leander would most certainly agree whole heartedly that this blasted forest was most definitely a threat. How many times had it tried to kill him already in the few short days he'd been in it? It was Siveril's next sentence that brought Leander to complete attention.

"Miles?!" he squeaked out. "Miles? But that could take me... well... years! I have no idea where I'm going or what I'm doing!" He swiped at his face, hating the tears of frustration that always came so readily. He could just hear Perdita's voice, belittling him for the tears as she had always done, and thoughts of Perdita brought him right back to her betrayal and the reason he was here to begin with. Leander couldn't help it. He was lost, cold, tired, hungry, hurt, and completely and emotionally spent, and the tears, now that they had started, just wouldn't stop. He cried silently, as he'd learned to do to reduce the teasing, chiding, belittling, and punishing he'd get from Perdita.

He'd pulled his knees to his chest and buried his face in his knees. He didn't see Siveril look over his shoulder, only heard his voice. "Yes," he nodded, not caring anymore that he knew nothing about this man. "Yes, please," he sniffled. What did it matter if this man was dangerous? If this man chose to kill him in his sleep, so be it. It was better than slow starvation in a forest that hated him.

[Assistant]
Siveril stayed quiet as he worked on the mountain lion carcass, harvesting what he could while Leander silently wept against the tree.

He had a small smirk creep onto his face when Leander speculated him taking years to find the next town. "The town, I'm presuming, you left is a few miles back that way," he points over Leander's shoulders, exactly in the direction of his former home. He looked up in contemplation. He had not been in this forest for a significantly long time, but the map he saw of the area helped him find all the towns around it It was a decent leg to the next safe town for an accused witch. "It'll take a few days, but certainly not years. You had a good instinct on following the streams," he admitted.

He examined the carcass for any more meat he could scavenge, but was fairly satisfied. He went around collecting a bunch of branches and the like, and focused on building a fire.

After a decent campfire was underway, he looked at the other man for a moment. He seemed so defeated already. He stifled a small laugh, not an unfamiliar sight, in hindsight. "Very well, I'll help you, but I beg you, answer me this: what has convinced your neighbors of your supposed witchcraft?" he asked softly. His tone implied he believed Leander was innocent of such things, but was soft, as he figured it a tender subject.

He let the man speak, if he desired, in silence as he skewered several chunks of meat and propped them up against the fire. Mountain lion meat may not have been Siveril's first choice for taste, but hey, don't look an easy meal in the mouth.

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He shrugged first, hearing Siveril's question, debating whether or not to answer. He finally decided there was no reason not to answer. The man would believe him or not, it was up to him. "Perdita," he said simply, nearly spitting the name. "It is all Perdita's fault." He stopped there, remembering, putting his thoughts in order. It was a minute or two before he finally continued.

"I was maybe ten when my mother died. I don't remember my father. Perdita took me in, since my mother was her assistant. Perdita was the healer. She taught me everything she knew, and she was good at what she did. Very good at it. But... Perdita was afraid to learn anything new. Like... this traveling healer came through with this stuff called... uhm... Hyucalipticus... I think was what he called it. I wrote it down. It works wonders for clearing the lungs and the nose and such. Perdita won't even touch it. Says it isn't natural, but it is. It's foreign, but its natural. I even have seeds and directions on how to grow it."

"Anyway, I started experimenting with mixing herbs and treatments to make them work better, and keeping track of what was working and what wasn't, and more of my stuff was working than her was. People started asking for me instead of her, and that irritated her. And then there were the girls. They were starting to get all giggly whenever I came around, and that really irritated Perdita. And pretty soon, EVERYTHING I did was irritating Perdita. It didn't matter what it was. I couldn't figure out what was wrong."

"Until Perdita tried to get me into her bed. I couldn't. I just couldn't. It was one thing with the girls, but this... this was Perdita! Perdita was... was old! And she was like my my mother... worse... like my grandmother! She was someone I looked up to and she was old and she was someone I thought I had respect for and she had wrinkles and rotted teeth and she was... well... OLD... and I couldn't do it. And she told me I'd regret it. She told me if I didn't, she'd make sure I'd regret for the rest of my life. But I just... couldn't. I couldn't even force it to work..."

"It was right after that night that Perdita started whispering that she'd caught me doing witchcraft. Casting spells and such. Blaming random things on me like the death of someone's ancient cow or the stillbirth of someone's mule of the fact that someone's chicken quit laying even though that chicken was long past its prime. And pretty soon, because it was Perdita, people started believing her. I started getting blamed for stuff that happened on the east end of town while I was delivering a babe on the west end. Or I was seen doing something evil in the north when I had several witnesses to attest I was in the south all day. It just kept getting worse and worse. And then Mrs. Tillson lost her twins. She was bound to lose them anyway, as she was too old and had too many kids previous to carry them properly, and she'd already lost the last three she tried to carry. But Perdita told everyone that I had bewitched her. And not only her, but the whole town, and that no woman in town would ever carry a child."

"It was then they decided to come after me. I was able to get home ahead of them, in time to pack a few things and take the horse and head off into the woods. But the horse got spooked and ran off. And I got lost. And the forest hates me." He trailed off after that. There really was nothing more to say. Siveril had basically gotten his entire life story, and he could do with it what he would.

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Siveril watched the fire and the food cooking as he listened to perhaps the most absurd tale of his life. Not that he didn't believe this unfortunate man, but for how even alibis couldn't protect him from the sheep following a jealous old crone. He wouldn't voice the crone part, in case there were still happy memories there. After all, he wouldn't condone anyone speaking ill of... well, that wasn't important.

He was slightly confused as to why the crone would want to sleep with him, but he got a bit of satisfaction out of Leander admitting to it not working at the time. He couldn't help but smirk at that part.

Though the smirk faded as he went on to say the villagers were turned against him eventually and that was why he was out here. He frowned purposefully at the comment of the forest hating him. He shook his head, "I can understand that last feeling, more than you'll know, but it isn't true. The forest hates no one, it just doesn't lend any aid to those who don't seek to understand it," he said quietly, as he gazed up at the trees around them.

"As far as your tale, I... you were lucky to get out when you did, provided no one saw you leave. No one has any clue which direction you went, no one to hunt you down." He hoped that would help cheer him up, he was safe from man at the moment, although, that said nothing about whether he could be trusted. He looked at the sky and then the meat on the fire. Almost ready.

He pulled off his thick hide cloak and rested it by the fire. Leander could now see a sheathed sword on his hip, and his outfit looked like it was nice once, but a time had its fun with the cloth Siveril wore. The bow and quiver remained in arm's reach if need be as he sat back down in front of the fire.