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For Captain Gaius Okara, this whole affair had been a surprise. From the first moments when the war had started, the minor skirmishes leading up to the invasion of the human world beneath him, he had found himself being involved in more and more senior situations, with a small host of successes already to his name. And now, now he was just trying to make sure they got their people out of there and off the planet, with a small number of captives accompanying them. The humans had apparently had far more ships than initially believed, and now their ferocity was driving the Turians back through sheer weight of numbers. His own ship, the Invictus, had been tasked with the final withdrawal, covering the other ships and guarding the last of the withdrawing forces from the planet.

He grunted as the ship pulled a cloaca-clenching turn, a frantic attempt to use the frigate's maneuverability to put some more distance between them just as another volley of mass cannon fire tore through where it had been moments earlier. As he continued to give orders, the ship working its way to a safe distance to make the jump to FTL, he found himself praying to the spirits that they got away.

It was just bad luck that the ship's final juke to avoid the fighters on its tail led it into the path of an accelerator round fired moments earlier from one of the larger ships. The slug tore through one of the engines just as the ship made the transition to FTL. Suddenly down a quarter of its strength, the eezo core thrown into fluctuation, the ship careened out of control, systems failing and flickering. The last thing Gaius remembered was being flung into a console, the stab of pain as plates were cracked, the moment of agony as his head struck the floor and he slipped into unconsciousness.

He came to an indeterminate time later, head throbbing, fringe aching, feeling as though he'd just gone twelve rounds with a Krogan. He noticed belatedly that the ship was askew, the artificial gravity fighting a planet's field.

After doing a check of the CIC, he determined that the ship had crashed, somehow miraculously surviving reentry uncontrolled. After a long time, a slow, manual search through the ruined ship, only one area remained unchecked: the bright, and with it, the last chance of other survivors. Maybe the guards had lived. Maybe even the prisoners. He kept his Phaeston rifle ready as he pried the door open, unsure what he'd find.

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A figure stirred feebly in the remains of the brig, the cell they had been in warped and busted just like the rest of the ship. A human woman slowly extracted herself from the wreckage, stumbling a little when she got to her feet. It was dark, patches of light shining in through the holes ripped into the hull of the ship. It was enough so that after a moment, her eyes adjusted and she was able to see some of her surroundings. It took Teagan a moment to remember where she was, her head was throbbing from the pain of striking something during the crash.

Teagan could remember of course coming with the rest of the Second Fleet to reclaim Shanxi, and joining the rest of her squadron to run air support for ground troops. Her fighter had been shot down, and the Turians had gotten to her first. Eventually she'd ended up on this ship, and she'd known they were making a run for it, overwhelmed by the number of human ships attacking the invaders. After that though... Teagan frowned and sighed, able to guess that they'd been shot down, but where? If she was lucky they were still on Shanxi... only one way to find out.

Teagan managed to climb out of the wreckage of her cell, and started to head for the nearest gaping hole in the hull to look outside. The sunlight made her squint, illuminating her as she climbed closer. Teagan perhaps wouldn't immediately stick out to anyone familiar with humans at first glance, she was average height with an athletic build mostly hidden by her jumpsuit at the moment. Her hair was red and shoulder length and currently a bit of a mess, and she was certainly pretty by human standards but no model or great beauty. She wasn't svelte and gorgeous, but what Teagan lacked in stand out looks she had always made up for with a standout personality and skill. She was the youngest pilot in her squadron, one of the youngest ever actually, some muttered that her family name had something to do with that, the Braddocks had been in the military for numerous generations and there was more than one military figure in history with that last name. No one dared say that to Teagan's face though.

As she got closer to the hole she heard something and paused, looking around and peering into the darkness. Had someone else survived? Human or Turian? Teagan licked her lips nervously, and decided that it was far more likely to be a Turian, and that that was a gamble she couldn't really afford to get dealt in on. So she kept climbing, a little faster now, trying to reach the savage gash in the side of the ship's hull, her head pounding and blood staining the right sleeve of her jumpsuit.

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Gaius had barely opened the door when the stench of blood hit him. A quick glance around revealed mangled bodies, human and Turian, as well as, surprisingly, a figure trying to reach a large gash in the hull. The hair was a dead giveaway that it was one of their captives. He paused, raising his rifle calmly. "Stop right there!" He barked, then squeezed the trigger, a burst of small flechettes stippling the hull just inches above her hand. Dropping the rifle, he lunged forward, closing the distance in moments and reaching up to grab her leg and pull her down. He positioned himself close to her, poised for a fight. "You're the only other survivor, human." He said calmly.

"I have no idea where we are or if either of us can survive here for long. You can try to fight me and lose, possibly die, or we can put that aside and focus on surviving. Together. Hopefully, the distress beacon activated when we crashed, but I don't know how severely the ship was damaged. We could be anywhere. We might still be in the system, or we could be a hundred light-years away from anybody. Either way, dying stupidly doesn't do either of us any good. Especially since we're both injured. It's more pragmatic to focus on our mutual survival, rather than maintain hostilities." He could only hope that the translation equipment in his armor was functioning, or she would just be hearing the Turian language. He had been studying some of the more common human languages, but was hardly proficient. He clicked his mandibles impatiently as he waited for her response, one clawed hand near his sidearm holster, ready to put her down if he had to.

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The captives had all been given translator implants to understand their captives better. They weren't perfect since human languages were unknown to their technology but it was better than nothing. She didn't need a translator to know what the Turian shouted before he fired off a shot at her, hitting close to her hand. Teagan let out a startled shout and jerked away, slipping and almost falling but managing to catch herself. Before she could really recover though the Turian had hold of her leg, Teagan trying to kick his hand off, baring her teeth in effort.

When he let her go, she was back on her feet quickly, glaring angrily at the Turian and panting a little. "You're one to talk about hostilities! You're the one with the guns not me!" Not to mention invading an entire planet, killing more than one civilian on Shanxi in the process, and a good many military personnel. And one of those, Teagan had had personal ties to.

She didn't attack him, she had a temper, and she was pissed off, but she wasn't stupid. Not only was she in a lot of pain, becoming more and more aware of the various aches and pains in her body as her head cleared, she was unarmed and about half this guy's size. Teagan didn't stand a chance against him in a fight like this. "So what do we do then?" she asked him, her agitation very clear.

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Gaius was quite impressed by the fire the human woman showed, ready for a fight if she had to as she shouted back at him. He chuckled dryly, mandibles spreading out in amusement. "Fair enough, I suppose." He said, moving his hand away from the pistol, leaving it holstered as he tilted his head to one side at her question.

"I just told you. We have to figure out how to survive here until rescue. First, we need to get out of here, test the local biochemistry for chirality, because one of us isn't going to be able to eat anything here. It's probably levo-amino based; dextro-based worlds are fairly uncommon. Good for you, bad for me. Anyway, we figure out the food situation, take an inventory of everything that survived the crash, get an idea of what we have to work with. Then we figure out if the distress beacon activated, or if it was destroyed or damaged. Once we have all that figured out, we can decide on a further course of action." He said, then glanced up and down her body as he reached up to feel his own head. "Actually, the real first step should be getting to the infirmary and getting ourselves patched up as best we can." He gestured toward the door. "You first."

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Teagan glared at him suspiciously as he pulled his taloned hand away from his pistol, not entirely trusting him not to pull that on her and just blast her away. He was making a big show of wanting to work together to survive, but she trust him about as far as she could throw him. And considering he was almost twice her size, that wasn't much at all. She gave the Turian an exasperated look as he responded to her question though, going on longer than she'd like. A dissertation hadn't been what she was asking for, she just wanted to know what they were going to physically do next. Teagan had never been the academic or intellectual type, she was a doer, not a thinker.

So she was glad when he finally presented her with something to actually do, "Yeah, probably a good idea," she muttered, feeling her own head a bit. There was a wicked lump on the left side of her head, and she thought she might be bleeding too. She'd hit her head pretty hard in the crash, thankfully she didn't think she had a concussion or anything. That was about the last thing she needed right now. The rest of Teagan was surprisingly free of injury besides a few scrapes and some bruises that were starting to form. She gave him another glare and climbed back up out of the wreckage of the brig, but stopped once they were out. "You're going to have to lead the way or direct me, I don't know this ship," she told him. Teagan had been thrown into a cell almost as soon as she'd gotten here, she hadn't exactly seen much of it. Definitely not enough to know the layout much at all.

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Gaius had been slightly puzzled by her reaction to his initial outline, head tilting to one side in confusion as he blinked at her. "Don't they teach you humans to think ahead in unusual situations?" He asked, stepping beside her and pointing down a corridor. "This way." He said, keeping himself positioned to the side and slightly behind her as they walked. "You humans seem like admirable soldiers. We weren't expecting anything like the number of ships you have. Somebody made a mistake by not investigating further. If they had, perhaps things would have gone differently. We could have expected a counterstrike, or decided that further loss of life was senseless and gone to the Council to open diplomatic channels to get your people to stop activating every relay you could park a shop near."

He clicked his mandibles. "But somebody just decided we'd won and decided to relax our guard, said we'd wiped out every ship you had. And now look at us. Crashed on some spirits-damned unknown world, probably with nobody even thinking we survived. If I were the Primarch, there would definitely be questions about the judgment involved." He said as they walked along, occasionally gesturing with a taloned hand to point her in the right direction.

When they reached the infirmary, he walked inside. He'd taken a few minutes to make sure it still had functioning equipment earlier, during his sweep of the ship, just in case any other survivors needed attention. He realized belatedly that he should have taken care of his own injuries at that point, and chuckled as he pointed over to some of the scanning equipment. "Better have a seat, human. This might take a bit. The medical VI isn't working, and as you can see, there isn't exactly anybody here trained as a medic or xenodoc. I'll have to check our files. They should have been updated with information on your biology and physiology. Hopefully, it'll also have the treatment information I'll need to patch you up. Unless you happen to have medical experience, of course. If you can self-diagnose your injuries and propose treatment options, that would be helpful, I'm sure. Anything in particular I should know?"

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Teagan rolled her eyes when he made it out like she should know where the hell she was going, cutting a glare in his direction. She started walking, and he started talking. When he finished as they neared the infirmary she ran a hand over her face, "Wow, has anyone ever told you you talk to much? I couldn't care less what you think of your failed invasion. You got your asses kicked, deal with it." What in the world had she done to deserve this? Bad enough she was capture and marooned, but apparently she was stuck with the most annoying Turian in the galaxy. Teagan would rather he was trying to kill her. He was talking about this so impersonally, and it just made her want to hit him, but she was pretty sure his face would hurt her fist, he looked pointy.

She went and sat down where he pointed, disliking that she was having to rely on a Turian to make sure she was okay. "I'm not a medic or anything, I just know first aid stuff. My head is killing me, might have a mild concussion, but the rest of me feels okay, just banged up," she told him, starting to feel a little tired now that her adrenaline was thinning out. Teagan sighed and ran a hand over her face again, she kept hoping she was going to wake up back in her bunk or something. This all felt too surreal. She glanced at the Turian and figured she should at least know who he was, "What's your name?" she asked him, deciding she'd rather not just call him ''Turian'' if they were going to be stuck here.

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Gaius turned toward her with an irritated click of his mandibles at her comment about the 'failed invasion.' "You don't understand, human. Your people were activating a dormant relay. Don't you realize how stupid that is, if you don't know where its partner or partners open up? You were gambling with the fate of the galaxy! If something like the spirits-damned Rachni inhabited the region of space you were about to open up, you could have just plunged the galaxy into a brutal war for survival! One which, knowing the way things tend to go, would have ended in genocide! You had to be stopped before it was too late!" he said, his voice raising in volume and the flanging effect growing more pronounced in his distress.

He turned back to the medical cabinet he was opening, nodding. "Same here. Head trauma, cracked plates, a few cuts and the like, nothing serious. Thank the spirits for small miracles." he said, pulling out a couple of bottles. "Levo-based painkillers and disinfectant salve." he said, setting them down next to her. Her question about his name came as he was pulling out some bandages for them both, and he gave a Turian shrug. "Captain Gaius Okara, commanding officer of the Invictus, Fifth Fleet of the Turian Heirarchy." he said politely. "And you?"

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Teagan let out a frustrated noise and ran a hand over her face roughly when the Turian launched into yet another rant. "Did I not just say I don't fucking care? And stop yelling you're making my headache worse," she snapped at him angrily, "I was there too remember? And you're not the only one that lost people so shut up. You're not going to convince me of anything." She winced a little as she finished, the pain in the side of her head spiking for a moment. Teagan sighed and rubbed under eyes, feeling exhausted. She already couldn't wait to get off this planet and away from this Turian and she had a feeling it was going to be some time before that happened.

She took up the pain killers readily, they were likely no more than some sort of aspirin but it was better than nothing. Next was some disinfectant on a bandage to clean the gash there, sighing when the Turian gave his name and then asked for hers in return. "Ensign Teagan Chase, fighter pilot, Second Fleet Alliance Navy," she told him, admitting to her youth and inexperience as an ensign but it was better than a grunt. You had to really prove your mettle to become a navy pilot, and Teagan was good. She had a lot of potential, and a lot to live up to. Her family had been military for as far back as they had bothered to keep track, including her immediate family.

Teagan was quiet after that, looking off to the side and thinking about her family as she lowered the bloodied bandage to grab a fresh one.

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Gaius glared at her as she once again demonstrated her unwillingness to listen to reason, shaking his head. "Fine." he said as he began working on treating his own injuries. When she returned her name, he nodded. "Well, Ensign Chase, I wish we had met under... better circumstances. But no point in that. We can't change the past. For now, it's just the two of us. Might as well make the best of it."

A short while later, they were standing in one of the airlocks, and Gaius was taking lead as they climbed out the airlock. The ship had skewed a good bit, and was tilted probably about ten or twenty degrees to the side, so the ship's gravity, still with enough power to run, for however long the reserves could hold out, was fighting the planet's gravity, meaning climbing up towards the airlock was a disorienting experience for the way it shifted the inner ear. He glanced over at her as he finally hauled himself out of the ship, once again armed with his pistol, rifle, and a knife, just to be ready for danger.

He glanced around, automatically noting their surroundings, precariously balancing himself on the hull outside the airlock. He noted the position of the sun, but would have to check again later to verify which way it was going and therefore if they were in the morning or evening. The ship had carved a still-burning furrow across several miles, and given the way the furrows were interrupted, the ship had bounced at least a few times. "Spirits, we got lucky." he murmured, glancing around some more. They were in a forest, in the foothills of a mountain range. He walked along the hull, mag-boots active to make things easier. He leaned over to look down at Teagan.

"It's clear, nothing immediately dangerous. Think you can climb out on your own?" He asked, crouching down and offering a hand toward Teagan.

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Once they were done patching themselves up it was time to get going, the best way to do that was to get out of the ship via the airlock. That presented some challenges, but they managed, Teagan watching the Turian climb out ahead of her. This was about the worst situation she could imagine, stranded on an unfamiliar planet with an alien enemy. It was like an old sci-fi movie but she was stuck in it, not getting to just watch and enjoy the story. And unlike a movie, there was no script and no guarantee things were going to end in their favor at all.

She reached up to haul herself out when Gaius returned and offered her a helping hand. Teagan hesitated for a moment but sighed and took his taloned hand anyway, a little surprised by how much smaller her own hand was. She'd known Turian hands were bigger, and weirder, but it was something else to see it up close. Teagan didn't comment on that though, using his help to get out onto the hull quickly, a duffle bag of supplies on her back. The pilot muttered a ''thanks'' and looked around.

They'd grabbed necessities mostly, hopefully the ship would remain intact enough for them to come back and get more stuff. Scavenging was about the smartest thing you could do in these kinds of situations, it would be stupid for them not to take full advantage of what was available. Teagan sighed, "Now to figure out the best way to get off the ship..." she said aloud, looking along the ship to see where it was the closest to the ground and the clearest of trees. If they had to climb down trees so be it but if they could find a spot that was just a straight shot to the ground and it was close up that'd be the best. Gaius was right that they had to make the best of this, so she was trying to focus on just surviving. She knew though that she was looking out for herself first, she wasn't this Turian's friend.

[User] Gaius had known since he'd woken up that the planet's atmosphere was breathable, since neither of them had suffocated, but the other characteristics of the planet were unknown. He glanced around as Teagan joined him, nodding at her question. "We should have some rope in one of the bags. That should work for now. We can build a ladder or cut some hand and footholds into the hull later." He said, crouching down and opening up one of the bags to start searching through it. "Once we're down on the ground, I'll test the biochemistry, see which one of us doesn't have to worry about starving. Hopefully, it's you. We don't have a lot of levo-based food stores, compared to our dextro supplies. The more we can supplement your food with local sources, the better the chances of both of us surviving until rescue. That sound good to you?"

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Teagan nodded at his suggested plan, of course hoping she was the one who had gotten lucky on the chemical makeup of this planet. She hadn't even known dextro amino acid bases were a thing, she wasn't a biologist though, science had never really been her thing. "Sounds fine," she responded minimally, sighing and pushing some stray red hair out of her face. Once Gaius found the rope and rigged it up so that they could get down, she was eager to get back on the ground. Teagan kept feeling paranoid that the ship was going to blow up or something, she wanted to get a safe distance already. Once on the ground, she hoisted her pack onto her back and looked around curiously.

She could hear what sounded like birds and some other local wildlife, but couldn't see anything. The ship had no doubt scared off any animal too close by, probably plowed some into nothing too. "Well... at least we crashed on a planet with atmosphere and life... could have been way worse," Teagan said aloud.

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Gaius was surprised by her idle comment about their luck, clicking his mandibles and inclining his head. "It could have." he agreed. "Some planets feel like they're actively trying to kill you if you so much as set foot on them wrong." He headed off toward the treeline, looking for a piece of flora that hadn't been torched by the ship's rather heated entry. He glanced back toward the rear of the ship, glad that the eezo core's containment hadn't ruptured too badly and that the fuel lines and everything seemed relatively intact. They'd inflicted enough damage to this world during the crash, and it would likely be a while before the wildlife returned to its normal patterns without having to worry about being poisoned or polluted.

Pulling a piece of a plant leaf off a tree, he fed it, along with a soil sample, into the analysis chamber of his omni-tool. The technology was still quite new, but at least it had enough functionality to serve his purposes of analyzing the biochemistry. His mandibles clicked as the results came up, and he chuckled. "Once again, the universe shows its bias against dextro-based life. As long as we can make sure it doesn't have any toxins or poisonous compounds that will affect you, you'll be able to live off the land, Ensign, for as long as you need until we're rescued. Unfortunately for me, that means I'm going to have to ration what food stores I have left. No telling how long it'll take to be rescued, by one side or the other. Could be days or weeks, maybe longer. Possibly less, if this planet is inhabited by anything with sentience and technology that could be used to get in touch with either of our people. At least we would have access to more than just the bare necessities."

He jerked his head in the direction of the mountains looming above them. "Now, probably best if we find shelter. We can use the ship for now or if we can't find anything better, but it's going to be inconvenient once the power runs out and the gravity goes. At that angle, everything's going to want to slide into the corners. And that's assuming that nothing else happens either before then or when the power goes. We're in the foothills, so there's a good chance that we can find a cave around here or further up the slope. Hopefully one that's both close enough to make it easy to transport anything we can salvage to it and isn't inhabited by anything that wants to eat us. From there, we can fortify it, give ourselves a defensible position. What do you think? Have you had any survival training that might come in handy? Or am I going to have to watch you like a newborn?"

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Teagan readjusted her pack and followed him, sticking close but not too close, mostly she was hoping that if there was anything out here that wanted to attack them, the Turian's bigger frame would scare them off, or maybe it'd go for him first. She watched curiously as Gaius tested the leaf sample he'd taken, waiting to see what the verdict was. And it looked like Teagan was the one who lucked out, really it was for the best. At least Gaius had rations on the ship he could eat.

"Good day to be levo-based I guess," she shrugged when he commented on her being able to survive off the land. She glanced at the ship as he started up about needing to find shelter, considering it or trying to find a cave. Gaius's question made her snort a little though, "Survival training is standard for most of our military, and especially for pilots. There's always a chance we'll crash and be stranded somewhere, like this." Teagan had wondered more than once during training if she'd ever actually need to use any of the stuff they were being taught. Looked like she was.

"Well," she sighed, "there's no telling when the ship's engines will go, and we're probably going to be here a while. We should probably go ahead and find some shelter somewhere on the ground. Hopefully the ship will still be intact for a while yet and we can keep going in to get more supplies. If we can get some scrap that'd be good too." Clearly, Teagan wasn't an idle person, she didn't seem overly shaken or upset by their situation, perhaps later when she had a moment to think it might all weigh on her. For the moment though, she knew she needed to focus, so that's what she was doing.

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He chuckled dryly. "The odds were in your favor from the beginning. More levo-based worlds exist than dextro-based by a very wide margin. Like how there's more matter than antimatter in the universe." He said, then nodded at her confirmation. "Good. And you're right. Like I said, a cave or something would be ideal. Something defensible. Let's head up towards the mountains. Better chance of finding something up that way." He said, pointing towards the peaks ahead. "No idea whether it's morning or evening, or how long the days are yet. Keep an eye on the sun, track it's movement." He said.

As they set out, he kept an eye on the surroundings. "If nothing else, we could probably cut some trees down and make a... nest? Den? Something basic, bunch of tree trunks propped up against another lying on the ground, anyway. It would work for now. Maybe dig out the ground underneath for more space, cut some pieces of scrap to make a better roof."

He turned to glance at her. "I am sorry about all this, honestly. The entire situation went to tork shit. And now... I know you probably want to believe we'll be rescued soon, by your people, and then I would be your prisoner. But there's a very good chance it might take longer for either side to find us, if ever. We might both die here. But, by the spirits, I swear, I will do everything I can to ensure that we survive until rescue. And if my people rescue us, I will do my best to ensure that you are returned home quickly. Admittedly, probably as part of a prisoner exchange, but hopefully an uneventful one."


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Azrea felt like the luckiest Fox alive, which may have very well have been true considering the rarity of their kind. Though appearing much like human, they evolved from an entirely different line of animals which had them hold on to much of their feral features and instincts. Their kind were found all over the world in Tribes with populations of no more than 200 about 150 years ago. They were integrated into society and their numbers increased though they were still extremely rare. With their extra feral features came animalistic senses and instincts which was something no human could understand and the Beastkin race was still much of a curiosity, though in some more than others.

Her mate was a perfect virile specimen of a Male---at least to her. But if their species didn't make them enough of an oddity, their relationship certainly did as they didn't match in sub-race nor size. Azrea was a Foxkin, known for being one of the shortest, though dextrous of the carnivorous Kins, while her mate was quite the opposite. Big in stature, height and strength, her gorgeous Wolf was perfect. Though petite, the Vixen had only ever craved the most virile Males which was usually the biggest and there was simply no one better than him.

They had been living together for just over a year and lately, her Wolf had been indulging in a new hobby---Live Streaming. He was good with his hands and was very knowledgeable and he shared his knowledge with the world to provide extra income for their home. He had gained a lot of fans, though maybe for not quite in the way he set out to do. It had become a game now. She certainly knew how to work her Wolf up and unleash his feral side and no matter the current circumstance, he couldn't be chained until he had his fill. Even thinking about it now made desire shudder through her body as she watched him washing the car outside as it was parked halfway out their garage. For the occasion, Azrea had dressed in a white bikini to contrast against the reddish fur of her fluffy tail and the tall pointed ears that protruded from auburn curls that hung to her shoulders. The color also had a tendency to cling to skin, revealing a lot more than other shades would. She found that out the hard way during a beach trip.

The Fox casually strode to where he was, placing her hand on the small of his back. "Wow, I don't think I've seen it this clean since last summer" she said, her tail casually swaying behind her. Her bikini bottoms hung below her hips rather than above allowing the fluffy limb to hang over the waistband. It revealed the top of her backside and pubic bone but it was the most comfortable way to wear them. In her other hand was a cold beer, fresh from the fridge that she had brought out for him. She could see his setup in the corner of her eye. "I thought you deserved a beer" His Kit smiled, handing it to him. She watched his fingers work the ring pull and once the seal was broken, the preshaken beverage sprayed over the both of them, soaking her chest with bubbly foam. The white, wet material clung to her breasts, accentuating her little pink nipples that hardened from the cold liquid. Her tongue licked away some from her lips as she giggled. "I'm not sure if I'm sorry for that" she teased.

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"---and that is how a Wolfkin washes a car." Garreaux said as he stepped back, wiping his forehead and looking into the camera set up inside. It was a bright, hot day with summer in full swing, and the board shorts with tank top combo fit well. And gave somewhere to clip the small lapel mic. Under the camera was the laptop currently running the show, with feedback running at a lazy pace. Long black hair was gathered into a messy bun, perched between his pointed ears. They perked at the ka-ching of a donation being made. He leaned forward to see the name on the screen. "Thanks to Donor Awoo-4-u for the request! Remember to---" His exit was cut short as his mate made her entrance.

Standing taller than most, the wolfkin absolutely towered over the petite curvy fox. As she gently touched just above his tail, it took all of his composure to not wag excitedly. Every time he saw her, he couldn't believe how lucky he was. Not only were they both rare in a world full of humans, but this gorgeous red head was madly, head-over-heels, fallen for him. As Garreaux wrapped a hand around her waist to pull her close he let lose a chuckle that turned half growl. And why shouldn't she be? He was more than just tall. Well built, filled out, and already starting to swell in his shorts. While his fingers caressed her warm skin, his earpiece started a chorus of chimes. Viewers were logging on in the dozens, and he'd gotten more donations in the last few seconds than the entire rest of the video.

With a smile and a sigh, he took the beer. "You know, I think I do deserve a drink. Oh shi---" Instinctively he hopped back as the beer exploded. The evasion was in vain, and cold foam sprayed his stomach, his mate, and the hood of the car. Any sense of irritation vanished as his eyes fell on those favorite tits under the thin white, now wet, bikini top. The chimes from his stream were near constant now, fighting his attention on those captivating nipples. Throwing his head back with a long chug, he threw the poured the rest across the car's hood and windshield. "Looks like we're not done yet. Start wiping that up, and I'll say goodbye to our audience." He gave her ass a pinch before moving to open the door, intent on ending the show for the day.

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The Fox was looking up at him with a toothy grin, letting him know that it was absolutely planned by his mischievous little Kit. He chugged back most of the remaining beer in response and poured the rest all over the freshly cleaned hood. The foam slowly dripped down the windshield. His mate watched him curiously, her head tilting to the side as she rose her eyebrow as he had spent most of the afternoon washing it. Then he gave his command. "I can do that" she said with a confident grin across her lips. Bending over to collect the big, yellow car sponge from the water bucket, Azrea stood in front of the hood on her toes and pressed her body against the car, wiping the hood with water and soap suds. Her tail swayed high behind her giving him, and his fans, the best view of her rear while her hips swayed with the motions of her arm.

Standing back up, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. Moisture dripped down her stomach and soap suds glazed her cleavage. The Fox reached behind her, still ignoring the camera and pretending she didn't notice it, Azrea reached behind her and pulled at the tied straps of her bikini top and unraveled the knot holding it together. The wet garment fell onto a heap on the floor leaving the Vixen topless in low-waist bikini panties. Her breasts bounced as she rose up after redunking the sponge. Her little pink nipples were stiff and she pressed them against the hood as she gave it another pass with the sponge, drenching her chest in soapsuds once again.

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The Wolf stood, stunned by the display for a long lustful moment. Shaking away the distraction Azrea was making, he bent over to shut off the stream. Finger hovering over the button, the flashing number of total donations caught his eye. "Every damn time." He muttered. A new record, and it was clear why. Quietly, he watched the Fox while debating with himself. When the top sloppily fell to the cement, his choice was made.

With the video still rolling he bent down to grab the running hose. An arc of splashing water danced across the glass. "Alright babe, let's get things rinsed off." Thumb over the opening, he turned the splash into a spray, dousing her with cold water.

Ignoring the full view he was giving the audience, Garreaux adjusted his clock through his shorts. Nearly full mast, the member was throbbing visibly and uncomfortably under the fabric. "Think you can take care of this?"

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The Vixen squealed, laughing as the frigid water soaked her body. The white material of her panties clung to her skin. Water dripped from her ears, from the ringlets in her hair and from the curves of her breasts. Her keen senses had already noticed change in his scent, becoming muskier as his sex hormone became more potent. He was hard and it excited the little Fox. She bit her lip as she walked towards him in response to his question.

Azrea wrapped her arms around Garreaux waist where her breasts pressed against the stiffness in his shorts. "You should know" she said, pulling his shorts just below his hips. The Vixen nipped playfully at his skin before pressing her teeth into the flesh just below his abdomen and sucked the surface of his skin. She gave a playful giggle and momentarily contracted her jaw to sink her sharpened teeth harder into his body. Behind, her tail swayed high, flicking seductively as she marked his body. A purple bloom flowered beneath her teeth and the Fox released her lover to admire the welt left behind.

Pulling the remainder of his shorts down, his erection pressed against her tits. From both sides, she pressed her mounds around his sizable girth and angled him up to slide across her tongue in her open mouth before clasping her lips gently around the tip and fed some of his inches past her lips and into her warm mouth.

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Garreaux moaned loudly as her lips and teeth played at his skin. Hands went to her ears, rubbing as the base while running fingers through the wet locks. A gasping yelp caught in his throat as her teeth sunk in, followed by a long quivering breath. Garreaux hated that he loved that so much.

His cock felt so much better once it was bouncing free. Longer than her forearm and much more thick, the long pulsing dick was rock hard. In times he had more blood available to think with, the Wolf wondered how he hadn't split the small Kit in two. But now every part of his being was being soaked with feral lust. He would try his damndest to break her now.

Once her lips were around his swollen head, he tightened his grip on her ears. Just hard enough to hurt, with enough hair in the handfuls to give him control. Rocking his hips and pressing her head down in rhythm, he forced himself deeper towards her throat. Between the soft warmth of her breasts, the cold droplets of water, and the wet heat of her mouth, he knew he'd climax soon. Pre-cum was already leaking out as a salty bitter prophecy.

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She could taste the potency of his sex hormone through the pre-seed that leaked across her tongue. The stronger the taste, the closer he was to orgasm---he could still take more though it had gotten stronger since they started. Saliva dripped down his length from her working mouth and her tail began to sway quicker as his hand came down to her head where his digits gripped her hair tightly, tugging on her tresses. Azrea whimpered softly, yet muffled, in response. His cock still rocked gently between her breasts, angling up and into her mouth where she licked and sucked the tip until he pushed her head down to feed her more of his length. He'd done well training her throat.

The Vixen opened her jaw, letting his teeth slide across her tongue and bump into the back of her mouth away from the set of sharp teeth that populated her maw. The safest way to pleasure him was via her throat. His Kit lowered to her knees and let her breasts fall from her hands to hold each side of his thighs and gently tilted her head back for him to slide down her throat. She loved pleasing him but the sensations and taste of his hormone always made her painfully aroused. She had forgotten all about the live stream.

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Garreaux's fingers spread through her hair as he pressed her down just a little faster. Getting that throat in line was all that was in his mind now. But that damn ringing! The stream was going wild, the chat flying by in the corner of his vision. With a snarl he tore the earpiece out, letting him focus entirely on fucking Azrea's face as she knelt. His grip shifted, from the top of her head to the base of her neck. Rocking his hips back, he began working his hot thick cock past her lips and teeth, into that waiting throat.

If they had spent any less of their time together fucking, the Fox would hardly be able to handle that girth. Luckily both were too horny to even spell libido, and spent more time tangled and naked than not. As the beads of pre-cum built into a steady dribble, he gave her neck a squeeze and forced himself a little further. Back out again, giving her just enough time to gasp for breath before plunging in again. Each time he marked the depth with a finger against his shaft, offering words of encouragement as she stretched deeper down her throat. "That's my girl. Keep---"

Fuck, she must have been studying. He could feel his climax building already. Hormones were running the show now as he pistoned back and forth in her mouth. A low growl rumbled in his chest as his cock began to swell, then twitch while pumping a hot load past her tonsils. His grip stayed firm, preventing her from pulling her lips off and forcing her to swallow. After he finished, he released her neck to let her milk or breathe. Whichever she wanted more.

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Garreaux was always in the greatest position to hurt her, Azrea gave him the greatest trust with her body to be as rough as he pleased but keeping her safe at the same time. Her jaw widened and her tongue hung over the edge of her lip while he worked his length down into her throat as he wrapped his hand around her neck. Each extra inch bulged her throat against his palm and Azrea kept her body as relaxed as she could to not further tease the reflex he was straining. With a quick slide, his girth was pulled from her throat and she took a breath to fill her lungs with hasty breath before he pushed back into the warm confines of her throat.

He fed her more this time. More of his inches slid down the length of her throat until her neck pressed against the length of his palm. His painfully aroused Vixen gave another muffled whimpered in response to his encouragement and her tail began to sway back and forth excitedly from the look of strain on the Wolf's face. She whimpered again, almost a moan as his stride began fucking the wet confines of her throat. His scent and taste was growing stronger and Azrea braced herself for Garreaux's inevitable orgasm. His moan filled her ears, speeding up the movements of her tail before she felt his manhood bulge and twitch, feeding her his big Alpha load. Her straining reflex made her pull back but the Alpha kept her in place. His Vixen gave a strained whimper before he felt her neck contract as she swallowed his seed. Finally, he allowed her to pull back and swallow the remainder before taking a deep breath.

Using his hips as leverage, the Fox lifted herself to her feet and leaned against the hood of the car. "Better not be too tired" she panted, pressing her torso against the freshly cleaned hood and sticking out her backside. With a push, her panties fell down her legs and her tail arched over her back, presenting animalistically to him. He and the camera had the best view of her arousal soaked pussy and her tight little tail hole. Having a smaller body incidentally also made her tighter than most and taking anything that was over 6 inches was quite painful. The longer into the session, the less painful it becomes but this also left a young Vixen with a huge conundrum. Either she'd have purposely seek smaller men, abstain entirely or learn to enjoy the pain. Azrea only dated men that had potent testosterone whom often came with bigger than average genitals and she certainly didn't want to not ever have sex. Now, it had become something she looked forward to.

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Garreaux groaned as his painfully sensitive cock slid from the Fox's throat. Breathing heavy, he leaned against the hood of the car to support himself as Azrea re-positioned. The Wolf ignored the stream and the steady flood of donations. He ignored the neighbors peeping from over fences and through curtains. As his mate dropped her soaked panties, all he had attention for was that wet snatch and stretching it as far open as he could. Kicking the shorts from around his ankles, Garreaux took position behind the presented treat.

His hands ran from her knees up her thighs, gripping her ass tightly. While everything was on clear display, he just loved the way those snug holes moved. Using one hand to guide his manhood to the Fox's waiting pussy, he rubbed the swollen head up and down through the velvet soft folds. Still glistening with spit and cum, the member was already hard and throbbing again. Another blessing of being Beastkin, and Alpha stock at that, was his ability to climax two, sometimes three times before exhaustion. And today he was going for exhaustion.

Satisfied with his teasing rub, he pressed the flared tip of his cock against her sweet love hole. At least twice a day for the past year he'd been pounding the life out of her, but she was still virgin tight. The slickness of saliva combined nicely with the juice of her pussy to let him get the first inch of penetration. After that, it was just too damn tight. Pulling out, he plunged in again, a little further down along his girthy shaft. Both hands held tight on her hips, fingers curled in making deep dimples in her flesh. Each rock of his hips brought him deeper than the last, his swollen balls swinging underneath like pendulum of a clock. At only half his length, he was beyond the average male. Still, he held every intention of going in to the hilt. Leaning back until her inner lips gripped the swell of hit tip, he slammed in hard before starting to hammer away mercilessly.

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As she bent over the car, her anticipation erupted into excitement and her tail couldn't help but furiously beat from side to side as she displayed to him. She could feel his body's presence looming over her small frame which played with her submissive instinct and subdued the feisty Fox. The sway in her tail halted as his hands came up her legs and she gave him a long, appreciative whimper in response. Azrea took a soft but sharp intake of breath as the stiff head of his cock brushed across her folds as his big hand seized her backside. The first inch erupted a painful whimper from his Kit as his swollen glands breached her well-lubricated folds. Her ears pulled back against her curls and she bit her lip while as her hot walls squeezed his invading manhood, forcing her body to stretch to accommodate him and subsequently filling his mate with a painful ache.

Garreaux's second push fed more of his inches inside her hot, tight pussy. Her sound soon twisted to a long and lustful moan as his cock came to press down on the her g-spot and instantly her thighs began to tremble. The sharp ache only peppered her bliss as each and every movement caressed over the pressured area bringing more pleasure pained moans from her lips as he continued to feed his length into her body. The sensations were overwhelming. She was so close, almost orgasming over his dick from just entering her but he left her on the edge making the Vixen whimper and squirm as her climax was denied as he began to slowly draw out. With another thrust, his big invading length was pushed through her tight little sex and slammed against her cervix and she came hard around his cock. Her pussy contracted tighter around him than she already was, pulsating and convulsing as she climaxed. Her nectar splashed across his hips and thighs, pouring down her trembling legs to join the puddles of water on the tarmac and soaking them both with every withdrawing motion as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm.

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His breath was coming in labored pants. Every thrust into that vice-tight snatch was a dance on the razors edge of climax. Then he bottomed out, his swollen glans pressing against Azrea's cervix. The undulating waves of her slick walls were too much to bear. Balls tightened in their sack, pouring another load into the diminutive Vixen. Deep as he could fit, with still nearly an inch of shaft left, his clock pulsed as the first shot drained into Azrea's over stuffed lusts.

Then the fucking continued. Lost in a rage of lust, he pounded harder and faster even as he body trembled in orgasmic ecstasy. One hand left her hip, bruises from his grip already forming, and wrapped around her neck. While his cock mixed their fluids into a froth, he held her throat and pulled her back to force her back into a tight arc.

His member pressed deep, the pulsing thrusts visible as a bulge from her stomach. Quivering, he howled triumphantly even as His cum leaked out to fall across their legs and mix with the juice and water at their feet. Neighbors watched in disgust and arousal, though none dared challenge Garreaux. In that blissful moment, mate impaled on his manhood for all to see, he was undisputed Alpha.

Howl fading from his lips, lust draining from his body, Garreaux slowly regained his faculties. "So," he said, still deep inside his Fox, "good for you too?"

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His strained moans excited the Fox and suddenly he buried himself completely inside her, pushing firmly and grinding against her cervix and g-spot in tow. The Vixen whimpered with delight as she felt the throbs of his cock against her cervix as his hot seed filled her womb, pumping her full of his potent seed. Should she have been in Season, her body would have been fertile to his virile seed that flooded her womb. It would be a rare chance, considering their difference in sub-race but possible. It leaked out between the minimal space between their sexes with every thrust of his hips, forcing more pleasured cries from her.

Her thighs were trembling, struggling to hold her weight as he continued his abuse on her inner sweet spots. His grip on his hips began to ache as his fingertips dug roughly into her flesh, bruising her purple. She yelped as his hand came around her neck, pulling her back to press into her deeper and abuse her insides a little more as he bulged slightly from her lower abdomen.

She pulled free from his grasp and rested, panting on the hood of his car. Her legs were still straining to stand and if his other hand left her hips, she wasn't sure she could continue standing unsupported. Though without a refractory period, she could keep going regardless. He was a stud among males, being able to keep his erection even after climaxing. How she loved to test the boundaries of his limits. "Can you... c-carry me in?" she asked, laboredly.

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Finally pulling his sex soaked cock out from her well fucked pussy, Garreaux let out a heavy sigh. Member still mostly hard and still twitching with his slowing pulse, he stepped back and released his grip on his Fox. A glance down at the crappie he'd made of her tight velvety folds confirmed it. His Fox.

In answer to her question, he smiled and lifted her up. Resting the small woman against his body, her head on his shoulder, he carried he weight easily. Even if his legs still trembled from the howling orgasm. In a slightly more awkward movement, he closed the laptop and ended the stream. "Show's over." He muttered, taking them both inside.

The laptop was left on the counter as he carried Azrea up the stairs of their small townhouse. Rent was manageable and the neighbors kept complaints about their... habits, to a minimum. Gently rubbing along her naked back, Garreaux set his hard ducked kit softly on the bed before laying next to her. After a moment to get comfortable, he wrapped his arms around her, dragging her on top and planting a kiss atop her head.


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Once, the Golden Sands were a desert wasteland, devoid of life-giving water and rarely inhabited save as rapid transport from one kingdom to the next. Of course, that made it absolutely perfect for Krysta. Claiming the desert for her own, her magic brought forth pools of water, heavy stone blocks for building, seeds and nutrients to grow and farm. Her own little kingdom had people coming from every direction as she offered them a new place to live, and they gave her the one thing she badly desired but could not conjure with her sorcery: companionship, especially that of young females.

Her rule can be harsh, but she tries to be fair. The harem she keeps is well-kept, and even though she has the right to claim any woman she wants, she tries not to break up families. However, whenever she speaks, she expects to be obeyed.

Despite completing several of her tasks for the day, Krysta's mind was reeling. The spice and silk trades to the east were being difficult, and she had to figure out how to properly subjugate them. She had idea, but it was so much planning, considerations for making sure her subjects would be properly taken care of.

Sometimes she wondered: if she truly knew just how much work it would be to create a kingdom, would she have done so? No matter. At least she had the steady supply of flesh to entertain her, the loving hearts that devoted themselves to her and showed it was worth the effort. They deserved the best.

She entered the harem, glancing around to decide who was in the mood, who would best entertain her. Although she often adorned herself in white silk, she wore nothing at all around her crotch, and the stiffness of her manhood showed just how much stress she needed to release.

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While all her sisters were outside bathing in the elegant pools their mistress had created for them and enjoying the warmth of the desert sun, Jasmine lay upon a bed of pillows reading an ancient scroll. The young feline wore nothing besides a thine pair of silken panties. Jasmine had been planning on following the other's out into the gardens to enjoy the cool water, but she had gotten distracted and lost inside her reading.

Lost in her scroll, Jasmine almost missed her majesty enter the elegant chambers of the harem. It only took a glance up from her reading for Jasmine to realize her mistress needed her. Rolling the scroll up and leaving it upon the pillow, Jasmine made her way over to her mistress, who was no doubt wondering where her wives had disappeared to.

Knowing that her queen's lust knew no bounds, Jasmine was not afraid to walk up to Krysta. "You must be stressed," Jasmine said, as she reached the silver haired beauty. "The others are bathing," Jasmine informed her queen a hand moving to grip Krysta's hard cock. One of the shorter members of her majesties harem, Jasmine had to stand on her tip toes to reach her queen's lips. With her lips pressed against Krysta's, Jasmine began to slowly stroke her majesties thick shaft. "What has you stressed, should I call the others?" Jasmine asked, the feeling of Krysta's hard cock creating a fire within her body.

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Krysta couldn't help but smile as she saw Jasmine, letting her eyes roll over the supple flesh of her harem girl. Sweet and attentive, Jasmine immediately jumped to Krysta's aid, and the sorceress couldn't help but smile. She met the kiss with a soft cooing of delicious delight.

"I'm trying to decide about what to do about Lekavia," she explained. Lekavia was the name of the city from which they received silk. "I think they're trying to gouge us for prices." Her fingers slipped up against Jasmine's tush, gently squeezing through the silk panties. "You do like having silk, don't you?" If her harem girls did appreciate it, it was worth it. So much of what she dedicated herself to was just making them happy.

Jasmine's offer to fetch the others made Krysta smile. "If you like," she offered, "but I'm also more than happy to let you please me yourself. Perhaps we should let the others relax for the time being, and let tomorrow be more of a celebration with many of us at once."

With her fingers upon the silk panties, she worked a little spell. The fabric came to a semblance of life, snuggling and rubbing against Jasmine's private bits.

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Continuing to gently stroke Krysta's thick cock, Jasmine listened intently to her to her majesties wows. "You should send your army to teach them a lesson," Jasmine explained with a smile. Always the one to read the stores of great battles and shining knights Jasmine only knew the glory of victory.

All of Krysta's wives loved sharing their queen, but they all also enjoyed getting her alone, so Jasmine did not argue with Krysta when she recommended they leave the others be for now. "Oh," Jasmine exclaimed as her silken panties came to life. The initial surprise of the fabric coming to life cause Jasmine's hand to slow upon her lover's shaft, but once she understood what was happening her grip tightened around the hard shaft. "I like silk, but I like skin more," Jasmine explained, keeping her composure as best she could. Gently tugging on her lover's cock Jasmines began to step back towards a bed of soft pillows.

Once she reached the bed of soft pillows, Jasmine fell back into them. Looking up at her queen need fully with her purple eyes, Jasmine let Krysta's spell continue to play with her sensitive slit. Jasmine wanted to feel her Krysta's hard cock inside her body, but she would let the queen enjoy the sight of how her spell made her small frame spasm with pleasure. Jasmine knew her queen would take what she wanted, once she was ready.

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Although Krysta couldn't help but smile at the delight in Jasmine's eyes, as well as the delicious stroking, the situation was hardly so simple. "I'm hoping I can let them rest after Hunasia," Krysta explained. Although that battle had been glorious, and had gotten her many new harem members, it had certainly left a toll of injuries and the need for replacement metal.

"But enough talk for now." When Jasmine was on the bed, the panties shivered and melted, forming into a liquid pool that reformed back into the fine silk panties after a few seconds. Wasting no time, Krysta moved forward, mounting her harem girl and sliding inside.

Her eyes stayed on Jasmine's, pushing up to let their breasts run together. Sometimes Krysta could be soft and delicate, but at the moment, she wanted a warm body upon which to take out her frustrations. It didn't take her long to start thrusting, and forcefully.

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Jasmine let out a low moan as her silken panties ceased their taunting and melted from her body, leaving her naked and truly exposed to her mistress. As Krysta moved to mount her, Jasmine reached her arms up to wrap around her lover's neck. The feeling of the queen's thick cock pressing against her sensitive slit sent shivers up Jasmine's body.

"Oh," Jasmine moaned, as Krysta's thick cock pushed into her fertile body. Like the other girls Jasmine had never felt anything as pleasurable as her mistress's touch.

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Sometimes Krysta was kind, gentle, compassionate. When she was in the mood for actual love, she could make things last, demonstrate her abilities, make sure her loved ones had orgasm after orgasm. Often she would go to her harem not for stress relief but to make sure each of them knew how much she appreciated them.

While she didn't appreciate them any less when she was stressed, it did affect her lovemaking.

Krysta was rough, forceful, needy. She pushed Jasmine down, making sure their bodies aligned so that Jasmine's clit would be rubbed with every thrust, but moving rapidly from the very beginning and working on building their bodies towards a climax without the usual warning and proper attention.

She was partially distracted, but it didn't make her terrible at the act. It just made her overeager and severely aggressive. Their bodies grinned together as she moved, Krysta's nipples already hard, eyes caring but also distant and needy.

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Jasmine could feel her toes curl and then stretch out as her strong, dominate mistress drove her hard cock deep inside her warm cavern. Having lane with her queen many times, Jasmine could tell that Krysta had not had the easiest day, for she seemed driven and determined to release. Happy to help her mistress relax, Jasmine did not fight Krysta as she pushed herself down atop her naked body, instead she embraced her queen. Moving her arms to wrap around Krysta's back, Jasmine pulled her warm body up against her queen's own warm body, causing their breast to mold together as the heat inside Jasmine grew and her sensitive slit began to drip with the sexual juices of her body and of the invading member.

"Mmm," Jasmine moaned, lifting her head toward Krysta's until their lips met in a warm embrace. Jasmine could feel the pleasure growing inside her body as she let her tongue dance with her queen's.


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Groaning as his muscles flexed, Jacen Bennett rolled sightlessly out of bed, his nostrils flaring with the intake of an enticing scent, causing his morning wood to bob and release a drop of his fertile mancream. The high school senior's eyes snapping open to find that he'd been sniffing the notebook his best friend had loaned him yesterday. With a growl, the eighteen year old swatted it away in frustration, only to just as quickly be stung by a pang of guilt as to whether he just damaged one of her possessions?

Snarling in frustration, Jacen turned to sit back against the bedside cabinet as he tried to regain control, in part disgusted with how much had changed in less than a month, since the last full moon. Having recently discovered that he, his mother, his older sister and some day, his younger siblings, were all cursed to undergo a change during their eighteenth year that would see each serve as a host to a primal animal spirit, whose presence would influence the rest of their lives and worse, would take over their bodies and warp them into a hybrid of human and wolf during the full moon and the nights either side of it.

Before the change, he'd been just another unassuming high schooler, with half-way decent looks for a guy, some skill at running and jumping hurdles... and below average book smarts, even though he tried his best. Although, he had been born into a family with a rather unflattering reputation, in part for its size, with plenty of aunties, uncles and siblings hanging around and a sister, only two years older than him, who'd just fallen pregnant with her second kid. They were also much maligned in a town whose prosperity revolved around commercial fishing and logging operations, due to their involvement in various initiatives to preserve and replenish these sites of natural exploitation, so that future generations of townsfolk didn't have to leave for greener pastures.

And despite this large extended family of werecritters, the somewhat feral looking teen never had any clue as to what he'd become, with his mother since explaining that it had something to do with not giving them any false expectations or feelings of superiority, so they accepted that this was just how things were and not some power fantasy where they could play superhero... or supervillain, for that matter.

Yet the worst part of all this, was how his body's new tenant pushed him to pursue and sexually dominate his oldest and closest friend, Aurora Jakobs. As despite the pair having agreed several years prior, that taking things anywhere romantic or sexual would risk souring over a decade of treasured memories, the spirit plagued his dreams with its intentions of seeing Jacen savagely mount her, tearing away the blonde's clothes and making her scream in a mix of fear and ecstasy as he pumped her full of his seed, so that she became an incubator for a whole pack of his lycanthropically cursed offspring.

Part of him wished he could just leave and lose himself among the forest dwelling naturalists of his extended family, yet in truth he deeply loved his Disney Princess of a woodshop partner and desired her just as much as his inner beast did, and furthermore feared that simply running away would leave both without their other half, their closest confidant in these pre-adult years of uncertainty. So, with his eyes drifting to where the notebook now lay, Jacen climbed to his feet and collected it, before resigning himself to the school day ahead.

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The morning was chilly from a rain storm that ended only a few hours before the fall sun not risen yet enough to burn away the clouds that kept the chilly air. Drawing her knees up to her chest the small figure waited at the old fence where she waited for him every school morning. Honestly he was the sleeping princess more then she was. In fact she seemed to come from the wrong fairy tale completely. Tugging her blood red varsity coat tighter she dropped her over laden book bag to the ground.

Aurora was the only daughter of the largest logging family in town. They tried to change the methods of clear cutting a generation or two ago but now her Father seemed to be ever wrapped up in red tape. He had even commented the night before on how he felt like he was being trussed up like a pig for a spit fire. If only the two men who fought over the trees could come to some sort of agreement. Idly she thought of the idea she had mulled a few times before, getting her best friend in the world to help her tie the families together.

A delicate blush ran over her cheeks as her hormones softly spoke on how he had turned into a man, no longer the boy who played tag with her in the woods. Shifting a bit in her seat she could feel her body react to the thought of playing tag with him now, letting him catch her, maybe this time leaning up to kiss him. But three years ago they made that pact, to not mess up so many good years because of hormones. Licking her lower lip she wondered what would happen this weekend. Her birthday was fast approaching on the weekend with the full moon. Ironically according to her phone that was also the night she was going to be most fertile.

Finally hearing the crackling of breaking twigs she tried to control her breathing. Straightening up to look down the path he took from his home to meet with her to walk to school. The petite girl always feeling like she was walking into the old castle like building with a protective guardian then the boy she grew up with, the boy she shared her first kiss with, the boy she had her first crush on, and the boy who turned into the man that she loved.

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As every morning recently, the teen braced himself for coming into Aurora's presence once more, his primal passenger having gifted him with the ability to see the spiritual auras in all living things, and this human's shone more brightly than most, although part of him wondered if that was an intentional effect to encourage him to claim his friend over anyone else?

Notebook in hand, he was ready to return it to her, but knew well enough when he saw the bulky looking bag on the ground that he should probably do the gentlemanly thing and continue to carry it himself, "Morning princess, hope I didn't keep you waiting too long?" her scent so much stronger in person, causing his jeans to tighten around his swelling member, despite having jerked off twice in the shower that morning in the futile hope he could spare himself this sort of embarrassment.

His blue eyes tracing over every aspect of her body, drinking in her own changes from the last year as the late bloomer took on some seriously womanly curves, "Of course, if I did, your humble servant would be more than willing to compensate his lady... perhaps by porting her belongings?" indicating towards the book bag.

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Laughing Aurora stood up on the post, her small feet just barely fitting on the top of the post. Her eyes roamed over his face as hers twinkled in merriment. "Ah my dear protector you have finally made your presence known. Alas you have been tardy again and it would be ever so kind of you to carry the bag of homework and project due." Snickering she dropped her hand, "Morning Jacen, try to drown yourself in the shower again? Your hair is still wet."

Looking from him she looked to the ground and closed her eyes. She wasn't even that high up but still she was stuck, how was she on the dive team again? "Jacen.." She held her hands out to him and gave him a sheepish smile, "Little help? I'm stuck... again..." If she hadn't stood up she could have slid down but somehow she was never able to climb down without help. Not since she was five and they climbed the old oak that was in the protected land of Jacen's family and then found the fast way down leading to her one and only serious injury.

Her body was mostly hidden by her oversized coat but since her last growth spurt the top button didn't button just right right anymore. Her chest was large for her small stature and even her t-shirts gave that look. This particular top of a gold dragon sitting on a pumpkin surrounded by smaller pumpkins and vines. She was more then ready for fall to come.

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Jacen shook the digits of his left hand through the still damp hair, early morning chills like this having very little impact on him since undergoing the change, had it been even a month earlier Jacen was sure to be shivering from his laziness, as the cold wind punished his wet scalp, yet now it hadn't even registered to the eighteen year old.

Looking up at his best friend, he could see the telltale signs that she was feeling a bit uneasy with her current elevation, making him just shake his head that time and time again she got herself into these stressful situations... but at the same time part of him admired that, willingly or foolishly, she still faced her fears like this and it only made him love her all the more.

Smirking wolfishly, the high school senior moved to wrap his arms around Aurora's knees, "But of course, my lady" lifting slightly so her feet cleared the post before spinning away and letting her slowly slide down within his embrace, leading to his hands supporting her athletic rear as their faces met, mere centimeters apart, causing him to moisten his upper lip unconsciously as her crotch pressed against his needy member.

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Aurora moved to wrap her arms around his shoulders as she stared into his eyes. Her brow furrowed slightly when something looked back that hadn't been there before. Tilting her head she closed her eyes halfway and rested her forehead against his. Her body was screaming out that she could feel him, that she heard him, that she wanted him too. Softly she moved up a bit to softly kiss the end of his nose.

"My birthday..." her voice was soft as she shifted in his grasp, wrapping her legs about his waist, pressing back against that bulge. "Jacen..." lowering her mouth to meet his, her lips slightly parted. This is where the dream would have ended with the sound of a alarm. This is where they should have stopped on their own. This is what could ruin years upon years of friendship.

A moon lit night flashed in her view, the night he declared himself her night when they both snuck out of their respective homes. When his older sister found them curled up to the other asleep in the early morning dew. He had promised to always be there. A mere scant touch of skin to skin and the final fantasy victory song began to play. She groaned softly but drew back from him, digging into her coat pocket and pulling out her phone. It was Ashley, one of their classmates. Ignoring the call Aurora let out a small curse, "We have five minuets to make it to homeroom."

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Jacen couldn't believe how hungry his body was for hers, unconsciously grinding up into her crotch as she wrapped her legs around his waist, the way she quivered slightly in his embrace only building on his desire to claim and protect Aurora as his mate.

The beast within wanted them to be rutting away just off the road somewhere, but he kept the impulse at bay with the fact that whilst he may not feel the cold, she certainly still did. His home wasn't an option either, a messy room with the background cacophony of his younger siblings getting ready didn't make for the most romantic setting for them to lose their mutual virginities amid either.

Thankfully, they were saved by JRPG music, letting the pair know they risked a truancy strike if they didn't hurry. Slinging one of their bags over each of his shoulders, Jacen took her nearest hand and squeezed it supportively before they began to race down the road, "Lunchtime... we need to talk..." he got out as they went.


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As Valan came on her, Miriya took in the hot seed to add to her mass just slightly, leaning against him and panting heavily. They still had some time before they would get to their destination, so they could recover at the very least... she sat up slowly, smiling softly to Valan before kissing him again briefly and standing up, enjoying the feel of his hot cum in her body. "Thank you for the meal." She giggled softly, coming down from her orgasm. "Should I be in disguise for the up coming assault?" She asked as she sat back in her chair, enjoying the expression of bliss on Valan's face, leaving her feeling proud of a job well done.

Miriya stretched out in her chair, basking in the pleasure that was coming down slowly, her eyes closed as she waited for a response from Valan. She didn't expect it right away, as she figured he would have to recover for a moment at the very least, which was perfectly fine by her. She liked that she could exhaust him, even more so that she could leave him a panting, exhausted, shuddering mess.

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Valan let his head rest back against the seat as she kissed him. He mutter her name before just closing his eyes. He was recovering and he would really need to get his pants back on. Or at least together. When she mentioned a disguise he opened one eye. "Works for me," he said "get close and take them out. You're lucky I have more stamina than a normal guy," he said siting upright and cleaning himself up, "I'll have to pay you back for this later. And trust me, it'll be something special." He winked at her before looking ahead. "We've got five minutes, so get the disguise ready and check weapons. We've got work to do."

The house, as they could see it coming up, was more like a mansion with guards posted near every single window or entryway. It was almost disturbing really. They were all armed with pistols and combat rifles. Military trained soldiers huh? Bothersome. And inside was supposed to be a number of systems and key codes that were required to get through the lasers and other crazy stuff he had in there.

"This'll be fun," he said flipping his handgun into the air before holstering it again.

[User] Miriya smiled as she watched her captain recover, pondering what he had in mind for her payback later, though, she pushed that thought back as she let herself into a human form after stuffing the weapons into her membrane, hiding them inside of her body and dressing herself in simple clothing that a human civilian might wear. "This will do. Maybe I go up, acting like I'm asking for directions and suddenly lash out? Or I could change into one of them and bring you in like a prisoner, but I doubt if that would work.." She chuckled softly. Of course she could change to a male, simulate their cloths, even change her voice, but she wasn't a fan of being male, unless it was to sexually please another woman. "So, how would you like to go about this, boss?"

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Valan had finally caught his breath and was back to being in charge. He grinned as she converted to a human form and put the guns in her slime body. He looked her over as she spoke.

"Yeah, prisoner won't work," he said, "but you could go for looking like a drunk. Play the fool for a bit then strike. I'll use the distraction to sneak my way in then meet you on the inside after you manage to slip away from them." The captain nodded as he thought that over.

"Yeah, you serve as the loud distraction to get me in. You slip away in the mayhem and meet me inside. You can get away easier than anyone else though you might have to ditch the bigger guns to do it. Go loud when you need to then. Let's make them remember the day they tried to keep us out." He grinned ear to ear as he winked at her.

"Do a good job and I might make that something special even more fun," he said with a smirk as the shuttle started to slow down then open.

"Ladies first," he said, "I'll get off on the roof and make my way in that way. Try not to have too much fun without me Miriya."

[User] "Can I kill them, please~?" Miriya asked. While she seemed so innocent, she had her sadistic side. There was a reason she was good at her job. She enjoyed it. Besides that, she wanted to keep her big weapons. After she killed the guards, she could get in just fine, just as long as the guards didn't manage to shoot her little heart, she would be just fine. Though... maybe it was a bit strange for a bouncy, bubbly cutey like herself to have such a dark side... she got out and turned back to Valan for the answer to her question, her hands behind her back, grinning ear to ear. The little ''special something'' Gave her more initiative to do her best, even though she already liked her job.

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"Yes, but try to be a little quiet about it," he said knowing quite well that she had a bit of a sadistic side "now get going and I'll meet you inside." With that, Valan gave her a smack on the butt to get her out the door.

"Get moving partner," he said with a wink. Once she actually got off the dropship it would move to a nearby roof so he could wait for her distraction. He had a zipline ready to go but he needed the guards worried about her so he could set it up. Once he got inside he needed to get this heirloom and get out. What made things worse was the reports that there was something even more precious inside and the thief in him wouldn't be able to pass that up. He wanted to know what was so damn valuable.

[User] Miriya grinned to Valan happily enjoying the swat to her rear before she approached the guards at the front entrance, preparing her innocent face as she got close. "Excuse me, I'm lost and I can't find way way back to town..." She feigned a sniffle, letting the guards come close before flashing a sadistic smile and using her body as a weapon, whipping their guns away before engulfing their faces, leaving them suffocating in her body as she smiled down at the guards until they stopped moving, at which point she waiting another few seconds before brushing herself off and making her way up to the main roof. clinging to the wall and making her way practically vertical. once she made it up the sheer face of the building, she gestured to Valan to come across with his zipline.

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Valan set up his zipline and got over right before Miriya got there. Her distraction worked perfectly and no one was on alert since all the witnesses were dead. The captain grinned.

"Okay, we get in and steal this artifact. There's supposed to be some major local treasure here too. So we can keep an eye out for that," he said patting her on the shoulder "let's get moving."

Valan pulled his gun out and walked over to a window on the roof. Using a device he cut it open so they could both enter.

"You first, take out the guards on the left," he said pointing to two men on patrol "and I'll get the one guarding that door."

He nodded to her for her to go first. He would follow with a quick dive, using a grapple to make sure he didn't slam into the ground, and a single shot into the guards head for an instant kill.

[User] Miriya smiled to her captain happily with a nod, satisfied with her work on the poor unsuspecting guards that were now dead. She hopped through the now open window, landing on the ground with complete silence. She then hurried along and pounced on the guards patrolling, suffocating them the same way she had the guards out front. She would have used her guns, especially the big one she had stored as if she were pregnant with death itself, but she wanted to stay silent unless they were escaping.

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Valan began moving as the guards fell almost in unison. It was perfect really seeing them both stand there with the guards out cold or dead. He nodded to Miriya once the job was done.

"There should be a vault on this floor," he said "you start slipping into rooms and looking for it. Crack it open and take the heirloom. I'm going to investigate these rumors of another treasure here. Find me when you're done. Try to stay silent as long as you can."

He gave her a little salute then ran off in another direction. Two shots took out two more guards whom he dragged into a small closet off a main room. A lavish guestroom if he had to guess would be behind the elaborate door but if there was going to be treasure it was going to be guarded. It took a little time but he picked the lock and hacked the code with a little work and peeked into the room.

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Miriya flashed finger guns followed by a couple tongue clicks in response to Valan before bouncing off happily and slipping into room after room, stopping guards along the way... finding the vault would be... quite the task... especially against guards armed with cryo weapons... she had, after all, began to make a bit of a scene... finding herself cornered by guards, she raised her hands with a small chuckle before pulling out her big guns only to have her limbs frozen. She narrowed her eyes and broke away from the frozen body parts, dropping her mass by 10 liters, in order to escape, she had to drop her weapons and slink low and move passed the guards, getting shot by a pair of stray cryo shots, forcing her to leave behind another 20 liters and reducing her size to that of a petite woman. She clicked her tongue again and clung to the ceiling, blending in with the design. She would have to get something to eat to add more mass back to her form...

As Valan made it into a room it became apparent it was no guest room, it was more like a lavish master bedroom for a queen, or in this case... an air to the mob throne... the room was decorated with seashells and watery colors, a large bed in the center with curtains around it... from in the bed there was movement, a silhouette showing against the fabric, that of a woman, slender, tall even. The form moved to the edge of the bed before opening the curtains where she was faced with Valan standing in the doorway. Her throat had a collar wrapped around it, one that prevented her from speaking... her father, being a human, was susceptible to her race's vocal talents, the race of sirens...

His mother had passed most of her genes down to the woman instead of her father, leaving her with silky smooth skin, a voice that could leave hearts trembling, beautiful long silky hair, tainted black by her father's genes, ocean blue eyes, and soft lips. She was a visage of beauty and innocence, tainted by the collar and her black hair. With Valan there and the throat covered she had no way to ask for help, so she simply... stared at him, sitting still... she hadn't been wearing clothing to bed, as her soft sheets felt nice against her skin... her race usually didn't dress... though, her father wanted her clothed in public... her room was her space to do as she desired... her long hair flowed over her breasts, her sheets still over her legs, covering anything that might have been exposed. She wondered how Valan might have gotten into the building, with all of the guards... if she could speak, she could incapacitate him herself, but physically, she had a rather weak form... her skin was quite fair with a soft bluish tint to the otherwise rather human skin. She had both gills and lungs to breathe with as well slight webbing between her fingers and toes, making her an able swimmer, and on closer inspection, parts of her arms and legs had smooth scales on them.

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Valan understood what she meant, mostly, when she acted like that. He could hear a couple of guns get fired but if anyone was going to come out unscathed it was certainly Miriya. As it was he had his own problems to worry about as he moved around the mansion of sorts. Doors on doors on doors seemed to surround him as he scouted out halls. At least until he found the right one and snuck in. It took him a moment to realize what was in the room. At first he didn't really see anything. When the silhouette appeared he raised his gun but didn't fire as he slowly stepped closer. When the curtains opened he tilted his head and lowered the gun so it was pointing at the ground rather than her. He recognized this woman from a few pictures.

"You," he said moving closer, "you're the boss's daughter, aren't you. Uh, nod if you are? If you want I can get that collar off your throat."

He had no real idea that she was part siren so he just thought this was something strange. Especially when he realized that she was naked. She was human looking but her skin seemed odd. Plenty of aliens or the like could be the reason for that. Her hair covered her breasts and, as he got closer, he realized she had scales on her legs.

"Do you need me to get you out of here," he said, "does the boss know you're here?"

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The beautiful woman stared at Valan still as he lowered his gun and approached her. She nodded in response to being the daughter to the mob and nodded again in his questioning in whether she wanted the collar off. She smiled as he stared at her body closely. It was difficult for simple minded races to keep their eyes off of her, she used that to her advantage quite often, having often escaped by seducing guards and getting help to get away... the more she escaped, the more her security increased. Now she was being given a chance to escape without needing to seduce. She glanced over his shoulder to a camera. Of coarse there would be cameras... the mob was already aware of his presence and Miriya's presence, though, now, only Valan and the Siren knew..

Miriya was oblivious to the fact that they had been detected and the silent alarm sounded for their capture, or their murder. Miriya had simply made it into the vault, their true target. She looked around happily before stuffing loot into her body, gems, creds, anything she could carry. She even took some plants for consumption, adding them to her mass. It wasn't long before the outer vault was surrounded by guards with cryo weapons just waiting for her to get out, only to kill or capture her.

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She stared back at him as his gaze moved cross her body. But this wasn't his first time dealing with beautiful women so he could pull his eyes from her body and back to her eyes. Her desire to be free was clear and he moved forward. Sure enough, when he looked over his shoulder, there was a camera. He gave the camera a little wave then used a tool to snap the collar free easily.

"There, you should be able to talk now," he said, "but we need to get out of here. Take my jacket to cover up, let's find my partner, and get the hell out before everything comes crashing down."

Valan held up his jacket for her to take as he pulled his railgun back out with his other hand once the tool was back on his belt. "They know we're here Miriya," he said, "be extra careful. No doubt they're bringing everything down on us. I'll be headed to you."

Valan looked to the woman. "If you don't know how to fight stay behind me," he said as he started moving to the door wasting no time.

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The siren stroked her throat gingerly as the collar was removed, staring at Valan still. Sure she didn't know how to fight, but she could still leave the simpletons of the mafia at their knees if she so desired. She nodded once again to him, standing up and putting the jacket on over her shoulders and zipping it up, leaving plenty of cleavage with the jacket not fully closed. She glanced at his gun once again before simply following him and his orders.

Hearing Valan's warning, Miriya frowned and looked at the vault door, contemplating a way to get out. Having left her weapons behind to escape before, she couldn't stage a one slime army... it was a tad disappointing... and it was likely they had cryo weapons to stop her in her tracks. She looked around, the vault seemed awfully sealed up... but she did have an idea... reaching into her body, she pulled her small heart free of her mass, engulfing it in enough goo to survive off off and setting it down, keeping it connected by a strand of goo, keeping her form mobile. with that, she opened the vault door as if she had no idea and let herself get gunned down, satisfying the guards. Now that she was a tiny spherical heard surrounded by less than a liter of goo, she had to seek out Valan immediately. She slunk by the guards unnoticed and slunk along the ground like a snake of sorts until she found Valan leaving the siren's room with the siren in tow, leaping from the ground and onto Valan, she let her body resemble that of a fairy, minus the wings, sitting on his shoulder. She pointed forwards. "There, the bad men are there!" she teased, glancing at the siren. "Who's the lady?"

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Clearly the woman wasn't in the best shape of her life but she seemed pretty well off all told. He gave her a nod when she zipped the jacket up and he moved from the room. This woman seemed willing to follow his orders for the time being which was nice. Miriya got his message too though he heard guns firing. Three guards charged into the bedroom he had just left as he put his arm in front of the woman to make sure she wasn't seen.

Three quick shots felled all of them as the high speed projectile cleanly cut through their heart ending their life before they could even scream. He turned his head at the sound of a voice then saw Miriya in a smaller form.

"Boss's daughter," he said "I take it you found the heirloom but had to escape. Well then, I'll just have to clean this up quickly. Stay with her. I've got an idea."

He grinned as he moved until he was barely able to see the vault. Most guards were still checking the area but Miriya's guns were still there. Perfect. He looked for one in particular. A grenade launcher she had kept around. He could buy her a new one. When his shot hit it hit the grenades. Detonating all of them. The blossoms of fire were something to behold as he watched them all go up in flames.

"Come on," he said back to them, "go get the shuttle. I'll grab the sword and meet you there."