[User] Kyrie wrapped her legs around Thor's waist as he picked her up. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he kissed down her neck. It felt good. It all felt so good. She closed her eyes and put her head back, not thinking about anything but his grip, his touch, his lips on hers and then in her neck. She felt as if he was swallowing her neck and it made her grip on him tighter

[Assistant] Thor settled on the stack of mats as suitable, and tipped onto it on his back, causing her to land on him, pressing her deliciously into him. "How would you have me?" he found breath to ask, between fervent exploration of her neck and lips. "I would have you any way that you would take me."

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Kyrie licked her lips and bit her bottom one. She pushed herself up, hands in his chest. "I trust your judgment." She leaned down and kissed him. She started to grind her butt into his crotch, feeling how hard he was, she smiled down at him.

"I think you need to show me how the Asgardians do it." She whispered as she leaned down to him and gave his neck a gentle bite. She was excited and she could tell she was wet. His excitement was beaming into her and she couldn't help herself. She wanted this so bad.

[Assistant] Thor rocked up against her, and his hands settled on her hips, grinding them together. "Well, and often," he said. "That is how Asgardians do it---well, and often." Thor let one hand slip underneath her t-shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her back, letting his fingers trail tantalizingly close to the waistline of her pants. "You taste of endless possibilities," he said, nipping at her shoulder.

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Kyrie smiled at him when he told her they do it well and often. She wanted that. She bit her lip as he nipped her shoulder and ran his hands up her back under her shirt. She slid her hands under his, running them up his stomach and chest. She felt all the muscles 10 times more now. They were so defined and hard. She wanted to actually see them.

"Then show me." She teased, eyeing him, a flicker in her eye. "Or I can heat you up again."

[Assistant] Thor chuckled, making his body vibrate beneath hers. "I shall not be held responsible for my actions, were you to do so again---though I feel as though my blood is hot enough for you already." He sat up, keeping her in his lap, and reached for the neck of his shirt to pull it off. Once he'd tossed it to the side, he put his hands on the hem of her shirt, a question in his eyes. He knew she was aroused---he could feel the heat of her, even through her pants---but was too much of a gentleman to assume her willingness at any point.

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Kyrie looked down at his body and bit her lip, heart racing in excitement. It was even better than it felt. She ran her hands up and down his torso and leaned against him, kissing him hard. That was to be his cue to take her shirt off, but she was impatient. She pulled it off herself and pressed herself against him again.

She looked up at him, looking him in the eye and made his blood hotter, a slight simmer. Her eyes had a slight red tinted glow to them again. She didn't mind what his actions would be. She already had him wanting her, he wouldn't go attacking her now.

She never meant for this to happen, she had no idea his boiling blood would cause him to want this. As she made it simmer again, it was intentional. She knew she wasn't making him do anything he didn't want to do, she was just giving him more encouragement.

[Assistant] Thor groaned when he felt the heat surge, but he didn't restrain himself this time. Smoothly he rolled them until she was on her back on the mats. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pants and pulled them and her underwear down in one move, until she was bare for him. He'd meant to finish undressing himself as well, but the sight and smell of her pussy distracted him entirely, and before he could remove his pants, his face was buried between her legs, licking and sucking, nipping lightly, feeling drunk off the taste of her.

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Kyrie's head tilted back and she moaned. "Oh my god." Her hands made their way down his body and tangled in his hair. Her knees up, spread apart as he licked and sucked on her. She let out a whine.

After a few minutes she let go of his hair and grabbed his arms, tugging him up to her again. "Please." She whispered to him. It was all she could manage as he took her breath away. She took in a breath to get the rest out. "I want you. Fuck me. Please." She looked into his eyes, letting the heat fade from him as she felt the heat in her own blood now.

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"Yes, your god," Thor whispered between her thighs... but he didn't resist when she tugged at his hair. He struggled to remove his pants now, too aroused for his usual grace, and groaned with relief when he'd finally freed his cock from their confines. He wasn't a behemoth---not the cartoonishly large member that might be expected---but it was proportionate to his size, and he was not a small man elsewhere in stature. He grasped himself once, tightly, at the base, groaning at the sight of her spread out beneath him.

"Since you ask so sweetly," he growled, and nudged between her legs until he could seat just the head of his cock against her... and then he leaned forward, and surged into her. He didn't go so fast as to hurt her, but he was not slow---and he did not stop until he was buried as deep within her as he could reach, feeling her tremble beneath him.

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Kyrie tilted her head back again and closed her eyes as she felt him move inside her. He was harder than she imagined. Harder than what his muscles felt when she touched him. Her body rocked with his and she dug her nails into his back, holding him close. She let out a loud moan and then a pleasurable whine. This was even better than she had ever imagined he was already so good, much better than any human she had been with.

She looked up at his face, which showed pleasure. A smile crossed her face and she pulled his head down to her with a hand, laying a hard kiss on his lips, her fingers tangling in his hair.

[Assistant] Thor braced his arms on either side of her head, bending down to return her kiss fiercely. He pulled back---almost entirely---before thrusting forward again, letting out a deep groan as he did so. It had been too long, and she was so tight---so hot. The feel of her nails on his back made him arch against her and growl again, his lips moving from hers to her neck, biting---trying to keep from marking her, but at the same time, so dizzy with lust that he couldn't be sure how effective that was.

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"Oh God, Thor!" She nearly yelled. She felt his lips and teeth on her neck and she moved her head to the side, enough to give him more room to do as he pleased.

Her nails dug deeper in his back, she was wondering if she had started to draw blood. If she had, it wasn't bothering him. As she clenched him to her tighter and gripped harder, she felt her breath begin to get heavy. She was close, she could feel it. She didn't want it to end already, but she knew it was going to be an amazing finish.

"Shit. Oh my God. Fuck!" It was almost a scream this time as she tried to hold herself back from releasing already

[Assistant] Thor let out a deep chuckle at her exclamations, but it turned into a pant as he felt her rippling around him. By the Fates, she was glorious, and he was struggling not to reach orgasm before he brought her to her peak. He sank his teeth into the muscle of her shoulder and slid one hand between them, seeking that small nub of flesh that would send her farther into ecstasy. The angle was awkward, but he managed to locate her clit with his thumb, and began to rub it in circles as he thrust, grunting with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Kyrie---let me feel you," he urged, his thumb flicking against her clit.


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Gritting his teeth against a scream of his own, all Alekso could do was moan as Roran sank his teeth into his neck. The throb of pain mixed with the pulsing pleasure of Roran's fevered riding had him arching his back, meeting Roran harder and harder with each thrust until spirals of that painful ecstasy shot down his spine. Roran's ass squeezed him like a vice, the noises spilling from his mouth a balm to the ache in Alekso's neck.

The hand around Roran's cock tightened almost painfully, the pace quickly increasing as Alekso neared his climax. Reaching up, Alekso pulled Roran closer and brought his mouth back to those shallow scrapes his fangs had made and ran his tongue over them almost tenderly. A final clenching around Alekso's cock had him gasping, his fingers digging hard into Roran's shoulders as he finally climaxed in three hot, short bursts. Legs shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, Alekso kept meeting Roran's thrusts, unwilling to stop until they'd both been satisfied.

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Roran had to pull back from the bite to scream, the feeling of Alekso slamming up into him each time he pressed his hips down sending him reeling. He rode Alekso as fast and hard as he could, but his energy was starting to flag, he wouldn't be able to keep up this pace for very much longer. Each thrust up into him sent a bolt of feeling up his spine. pain and pleasure mixed together into an intoxicating concoction. He wanted to do this again after they climaxed, and again, and again, until the end of time. Every other thought had been driven out of his mind, except his aching need to chase after this pleasure and his orgasm. As he grew closer and closer to the edge, the tighter his ass gripped Alekso, milking him for all he was worth.

As Alekso's hand tightened around his cock, Roran screamed some more, the feeling of the grip around him just painful enough to keep him going just a little bit longer. He allowed himself to be pulled back down, tilted his head to the side to allow Alekso better access to the mark on his neck, and as the tongue ran over them and caused it to ache, Roran clenched down on him to the point where the tight fit was painful for him. The ache was soothed almost immediately by the feeling of Alekso filling him up, his hot seed coating his walls and sending Roran spiraling, with one last, ear-shattering scream, he came as well, riding out each wave of pleasure that coursed through him by grinding against Alekso cock. His own cum splashed over their stomachs and chests, the hot, sticky feeling on Roran's skin slightly uncomfortable. As the last wave of pleasure ebbed and faded, Roran melted, collapsing into his own mess on Alekso's chest, panting and letting out soft whines as he tried to get his breath back.

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Alekso lay beneath Roran for a long moment, his breath ragged in his chest, his heart racing but slowly starting to settle. All his limbs felt weak, unable to support him, but Roran had made a mess and Alekso wasn't the type to make him clean it up. After gathering some hidden reserve of strength, Alekso finally pulled out of Roran and gently rolled him onto his back. Standing up took a bit longer and Alekso swayed slightly, knees unsteady from his exertions.

As he gathered a cloth and the pitcher of water, he glanced back at where Roran lay. His neck ached as he turned his head, and for a second he merely paused, his eyes zeroing in on the twin mark on Roran's neck. They'd marked each other. Alekso didn't even remember biting that hard.

Shaking away the odd feeling that was creeping over him, Alekso returned to the bed and knelt beside Roran, dunking the cloth into the pitcher. With long, gentle passes, Alekso wiped Roran's chest and stomach clean. The man really was beautiful, all pliant and spent from riding. Alekso was determined to find Roran something much better to eat in the morning, something not from this rat hole of an inn. After cleaning off his own chest, Alekso wrung out the cloth and wet it again, then wiped the oil from between Roran's legs.

"You took my cock beautifully, darling. But next time I want you to fuck me," Alekso said with a more tired version of that wicked grin.

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Roran didn't want to be moved. He had been half asleep by the time Alekso pulled out of him and moved him onto his back, and he let out another whine at the feeling of emptiness as he pulled out, and the loss of his body warmth. He rolled over onto his side and curled up a bit. It would take a bit of coaxing from Alekso to get him to unfold his legs again so that he could clean him, but eventually he did and melted back into the mattress, watching the other man with barely open eyes. The cool clothe touching his skin made him shiver, and his lips parted in a soft sigh as the space between his legs was cleaned, the oil and cum that had leaked out of his ruined hole and stained his rather wonderful thighs.

"I don't see why..." Roran whispered in reply to the comment Alekso made. "You're bigger than I am." That was true, Alekso's cock seemed disproportionate to his small frame, but Roran's was just on the good side of average. It was just as pretty as the rest of him though, even soft.

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"I don't see how that should make a difference. I'm big, but I still like a cock in the ass as much as you do." Alekso dropped the cloth into the pitcher and set it on the table, then crawled back into bed with Roran and attached himself to the larger man's side. "I enjoy your lack of protest when I implied there would be more of this. The noises you made when I sucked your cock were divine. So were the rest, but I think I liked those desperate little whines the best." Alekso pulled the blankets up around them and nuzzled his face into the curve of Roran's neck where he'd bitten down.

That odd feeling crept back in. Alekso was free with his teeth during sex, but the aftermath of this bout with Roran felt different. He wouldn't normally take such care to clean up after, to lay so close in the afterglow unless his partner was someone he knew well. And as he lay there thinking on this feeling, he came to a slow but disquieting realization that this was different. The biting. The taste of Roran's blood had been charged, and now this unexpected affection... it was a mating bond.

Alekso didn't know what to do with that information. He'd known Roran for all of six hours. How in the world could he tell the man that they were bonded?

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A heated blush came into Roran's at Alekso talking about everything rather bluntly. Roran, even though he had just fucked a man he hardly knew, had still been raised in the rather conservative countryside, and talking about sex so openly wasn't just something he did with anyone. Even though he was embarrassed and still slightly grumpy about being teased as much as he had been, he curled up next to Alekso when he climbed in next to him without complaint. Well, without verbal complaint. He had just been fucked within an inch of his life, he wanted to be the one that was held, dammit.

With a huff, he pushed Alekso onto his back, then curled up against his side and rested his head on his chest where he could hear his heartbeat, and wrapped an arm around his waist and hooked a leg over one of Alekso's. He didn't really think much about the snuggling, Roran was naturally a clingy person and after the past few days, it was unlikely that he was going to let Alekso out of arms reach.

There was a bit of a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest, but it was tempered as the afterglow started to fade and the memories started to come back. Tears filled his eyes as he knew he would never be able to escape them. He fell asleep shortly after the first ones fell, leaving a small wet spot on Alekso's chin.


[User] Seasmus looked about the area once more, not much stood out to him save for the Megaliths. The glyphs did not seem to provide any clue to him, so he turned his attention back to Tysra. His eyes scanned up and down her body, inspecting her clothing, hoping that she might have some discerning markings. his eyes fell upon the fur that hung around her shoulders "If I might inquire, I never did ask where you are from..." The pelt looked foreign to him though barely familiar, though he never was one for furs or skins he was confident it was not native to his lands. "Perhaps an import?" He murmured to himself softly as he moved closer to her trying to inspect the furs.

[Assistant] "I come from the Northlands," Tysra responded quickly, cycling immediately back to her first thought. "How have you never heard of Elorias the Great? I thought everyone knew that story. A simple man finds himself imbued with the powers of the earth and sky... Called to face a great foe who controlled the people beneath him like puppets... Elorias fought Malachor, bringing an end to war and restoring peace... Legend says Malachor rises again as jealousy and anger spread, bringing back war... Elorias's successor is---" She stared at his blank expression. "...you really haven't heard the stories, have you?"

[User] "The Northlands... Is that where we currently are?" Seasmus asked quickly at her response, as she spoke he closed his mouth and listened to her story. "I assure you I have not heard THAT story, though I may have heard a similar one... though less of a story about one versus another. More of one force versus another, fighting over a powerful artifact said to help give the power to rule the world" he said with a light sigh, though that wasn't necessarily the same story he thought perhaps it was changed and altered by the church in his home. "I am from a rather secluded town to the south of the kingdoms capital, most of my knowledge has come from scriptures as and tomes from the church " he stated.

[Assistant] Tysra shook her head. "No, the southernmost border of the Northlands is at least a month's journey from here. We're in the mountains of The Heart. Your kingdom must be quite far from here if you thought this was Northland territory. It's not nearly cold enough." She chuckled, "I was so surprised when I crossed the plains in the northern half of The Heart. Our craggy peaks turn to tundra which becomes temperate forest as you move farther south. Eventually, that turns to plains and the plains back into these warmer mountains. I don't know what lies beyond, as I've never been there. I hear there is eventually an ocean if you go far enough south, but I don't know anyone who has seen it."

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Seasmus rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as she chuckled at his guess, his face becoming slightly flush from embarrassment. As she spoke he nodded in understanding, he had yet to venture far from his home and experience the world himself. Though it seemed as though he would be able to accomplish such a task now, much without his own will. "I have hear such as well, though I am sure the ocean surrounds much of our lands... who knows what might lay beyond" He said with a light smile "I had always fancied an adventure, but never found myself able to partake in an excursion... though it would seem I have finally gotten my wish" He said with a light chuckle.

He turned his attention to her, his gaze meeting hers once again. "What exactly is it that you seek from these... Ruins" He said looking about the scattered megaliths "You said this place holds a great deal of power... If I might inquire, what would you need such power for?" He asked tilting his head slightly at his own question.

[Assistant] "I..." Tysra faltered averting her gaze from the stranger. Her reasoning had been the driving force throughout her journey, but suddenly, she found it difficult to talk about. "My village... has been..." she took a deep breath. "Everyone I know and care about has either been wounded or taken captive and enslaved. I thought that if I found the place of legend, I might be able to awaken the spirit of Elorias the Great... or something." Tears welled in her eyes. "It was a gamble from the start, but I couldn't sit there and do nothing. So I left."

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Seasmus maintained his gaze as she turned from him, it was clear he had brought up something important to her even before she spoke. As he listened to her story he gave a gentle, reassuring smile to her. He walked closer to her, his hand reaching out toward her before quickly recoiling. Instead he walked in front of her before speaking "Elorias' spirit or no, you took an enormous undertaking to help your village. Something very few would have the courage, or even strength to do alone" He said softly, his words calm, and his voice gentle.

"I am not sure what assistance I could offer you in this crisis of yours, I have little knowledge in medicines, nor am I a fighter. However, should you accept my help, you do not have to bear this burden alone." He said with a gentle smile, the way he spoke eluded to his willingness to help people, even strangers it would seem. Though perhaps that simply made him credulous in the eyes of others, simply someone to be taken advantage of to some. But he felt a need to help where he could, even in the smallest of aspects.

[Assistant] Tysra looked up and met the eyes of the stranger. His aura was odd, but somehow, his presence comforted her more than it unsettled her now. "Thank you," she said softly. Taking a deep breath, she turned to the stones and held out a hand. The surface of the rock felt cold to her, and the glowing symbols did not reach out to her as they had to him. She turned to the man. "Seasmus... right?" Gesturing with her eyes, she indicated how he had touched the stone earlier and made the lights dance. "How did you do that thing with the lights before?"

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"You are most Welcome Tysra" He said giving a gentle smile and a bow, as she turned to the stone and touched it, he half expected a similar event to occur. When it did not he gave a puzzled look, as far as he knew there was nothing special about him. Nor had he ever used magic before.

As she questioned him he shrugged lightly "I am not really sure what caused that to happen" He said as he moved closer to the stone, he reached his hand back out to the stone but there was no reaction. "All I can say for certain is that it felt as if the stone had been calling out to me, though it has fallen silent since I had touched the stone last." He replied as he removed his hand from the stone "Perhaps there will be other stones, or you will also feel drawn to one yourself" He said giving a reassuring smile.

[Assistant] Turning up her face in a look of disappointment, Tysra turned to look into the mouth of the cave that sat gaping before them. "You said you were neither a fighter nor a healer. What was your role in your village?" She looked back at Seasmus. "How do you think we'll be able to best work together to figure out this place's secrets?"

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"My role in the village was that of a... scholar I suppose would be the best term, I would read, write, and learn, I am skilled in a few languages, though I have not seen these glyphs before... But I guess that means in this case, I suppose you would be the brawn, and I would be the brain" Seasmus joked giving a light chuckle as he himself turned toward the cave.

He sat there staring for a moment before speaking "Sitting here however will get us nowhere" He proclaimed as he began to enter the cave "I may have no skill in sword play, but I am confident I will be of some use" He reassured her.


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A sporadically lit sidewalk cascaded with a plethora of colors, sparse puddles holding what florescence that was given by the neon overhead. The night air held a chill as the sun had long ago set, and many people were out and about giving the night time scene it's usual bustle. Such was the usual sight in cities that never slept, people would crowd the streets at all times of the day. One such person was also out and about at this late hour, Liam was his name. Though in all honesty he thought the name was a bit too different compared to his peers back in the day.

Though as previously stated the scene was typical as usual, and his day was typical even more so. On the way back from a meeting with a client about their next installment in a series was his usual day to day workload. Working for a publisher for weekly manga wasn't an easy gig by any way shape or form. That such a job did keep him busy and did at least offer a paycheck to pay necessary bills and living expenses. Such a life unbeknownst to him though was suddenly coming to an end...

An undetermined amount of time later, a voice popped up in his head as he was awash in a deep sea of nothing, "Through no fault of your own your life was snuffed out. Be born anew and fulfill your desires." As soon as that was said the deep sea of nothing was eaten away and he suddenly found himself lying in the middle of a field, beset by flowing grass on either side and nary a person in sight. For the moment he was very much asleep, as if he was conked on the head with one hell of a hammer.

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Nevalette was out in the woods, hunting for her next meal, as she normally did this early in the morning. She loved the thrill of it. The waiting. The watching. The killing. Everything about it was perfect. It was peaceful this morning, the sunlight lightly shining through the trees and the morning dew on the grass and twigs around her.

No twigs were being snapped. Not footsteps could be heard besides her own. She decided she needed a new approach, the animals could probably hear her. She quickly ran up a tree and stood on the first sturdy branch she could pull herself up on. She stood about 15 feet off the ground, high enough for her to see what she needed to and not be heard either. She prepped her bow and arrow and squatted down and waited. Still nothing. What the hell? And then all of a sudden she heard a loud thump. Son of a bitch! Well if anything was there it was gone now, but now it was time for her to find what the hell ruined her meal... well her excuse for it.

She jumped out of the tree and landed with a loud thump, and stood up. She headed towards the noise, which surprisingly wasn't as far off as she had originally thought. There laid a man. She kicked the sleeping man in the side and kicky drew her arrow and pointed it at him. "What are you doing out here?" She said. When he awoke he would see a small elf standing in front of him, one with soft and beautiful features. She had pale skin, from where she only stayed out in the mornings, and her long beautiful hair that was pulled back into a braid that laid down her back.

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The voice at this moment was very much absent from Liam's mind, it having been replaced by the sounds of nature. Though the ambient noises were few and far between. Eventually though his consciousness was roused by a swift kick in his side, him rubbing his ribs instinctively even though hes wasn't in pain. "Ugh, stiff shoulders," he simply moaned as he slowly blinked awake, him not having caught the question that was posed to him by the stranger. After he stated that he glanced over from his horizontal position and caught sight of the woman.

He didn't initially say anything, though he did notice that she at the moment was quite hostile. At least that's what he figured judging by the arrow that was currently pointed right at him. "Violence before introductions, got it," he said with a rather chipper laugh while laying in the grass. After that he continued with a shrug of his shoulders as he sat up on the ground, "I don't even know where I am. Can't answer your question." Quite frankly at the moment he figured this odd woman was his best bet to know where he actually was in this world.

Apparently he was sent to another world through reincarnation or something similar, at least that's what the voice alluded at. If this was in fact true, he certainly needed to get his bearings in this world quickly. Getting some info from someone who actually lives in the world would be the best course of action, and luckily enough one just sort of appeared. "Liam Kingsly," he said with a slight nod of his head and then added with a raised brow, "What might be the name of the one currently is sticking me up?"

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Nevalette didn't like this man. Not even a little bit. He was a smart ass and he needed to be taught something, but she wasn't going to run an arrow through him. Not now, maybe later. But not right now. She slowly put her arrow down and slipped it back into its carrier and put her bow on her back and put a hand out for him, to help him stand up.

Once he was up and standing she nodded to him "I am Nevalette." She said and then turned her back towards him and waved her fingers at him "Follow me. You clearly are lost. I can take you to the nearest village. It's a few hours away. It's a longs way to get lost." She said and then began to walk forward.

It would be nice to have some company while walking back. Even though she would get hungry soon, but shed have to find some berries or something to hold her over since clearly the animals were much smarter than normal today.

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The first impression Liam got from the young woman was of course aggressive, though it quickly turned over to perhaps tsundere? Regardless, at the moment he at least had someone that would show him to the closest civilization. All in all this whole being sent to another world scene was going well enough. At least he ran into someone that didn't outright attack him at first sight. Keeping in mind she said it would take a number of hours to get there he figured having a conversation would be best.

"Judging by your equipment you're a hunter," he simply stated and then continued, "Seeing as how you're not carrying anything along I take it you were unsuccessful today?" Seeing as how he didn't know anything of this world simple observational conversation would have to work for now. In truth striking up a conversation was the best option at the moment. Considering he knew nothing of this world this woman named Nevalette was quite an indispensable source.

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Nevalette knew that Liam was just trying to make conversation but she couldn't help but to feel like he was mocking her. How dare he point out the fact she didn't get anything? She was an amazing hunter today just wasn't a good day. He should have at least know better than to say something about it. She snarled at him but kept walking forward.

She looked around her, even now that she had the man following behind her, and not very quietly either, it was eerily quiet outside. She wondered what was going on today? "Bad day." She muttered and stepped over a log. "For future reference, don't point out a hunters empty hands. Insulting." She said and turned her head to make sure he was still following behind her. "You interrupted my hunt, I would have gone until I caught something, but now that I have to take you into town, I don't see me coming back out till morning."

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"I don't think I really interrupted you," Liam said succinctly and then added with a light nod of his head, "You could have just left me there and continued on your hunt, but you didn't." After saying that he paused for a moment, him then adding as he took up pace next to her along the path, "To me it looks like you just can't help but give someone a hand, even if it interrupts your hunt." What he said was true enough, anyone could have just took a glance at the knocked out man and had many different kinds of ideas. One might have thought of robbing, another might have thought of killing, but this young woman decided to help out.

Quite frankly, running into her was a stroke of luck, any manner of meeting could have taken place in such a location. Happening upon someone that would help out was surely one in a thousand. Regardless he glanced at her bow and then continued with the conversation, "So I take it your a ranged fighter?" Before Liam woke up completely he had briefly heard something about status, evidently the deity allowed him to look at his own status.


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"When you took your helmet off I knew I was gay," He laughed. He always thought he was straight as that was really the only option he had. He knew he was a little off when he looked at male staff a bit different than the women. The knights were a soft spot for the prince as they were big men who could protect him... but none of them were like Michael. He was a gorgeous man with a gift of fire, and he loved him completely.

"I'm sure you look at mine all the time, I just say what I'm thinking while you keep it to yourself," Rowan teased right back, but the familiar feeling of heat pooling to his cheeks couldn't be ignored. Carefully the prince slid off of the bed, seeming to find his energy once again as he walked behind the knight who was for once, shorter than Rowan. He looked down with a smirk and kneeled behind him, wrapping arms carefully around his neck, avoiding the hot pot. "You do, look at my ass, don't you? Probably before you started falling for me... I am a prince after all," His voice quiet as he pressed his chest to the others back. He wanted to try being 'sexy'.

"I'm just a sweet, innocent little prince..." Soft lips brushed against the knight's neck. "I'm yours though," With that he pulled back and went back to the bed, leaving Michael to sit on the floor and continue cooking their potatoes. It wasn't exactly the dinner he wanted anymore, but he would deal with it, he didn't use all that energy to just waste what he had made.

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Michael smirked at Rowan's comment. That's all it took to make Rowan confirm that he was gay? That was a nice compliment. "You're damn right I do." He mused. Michael stole a glance at the princes ass every chance he got.

Lifting his head, Michael watched as the prince made his way over and knelt down behind him. Gentle arms wrapped around him; carefully avoiding the pot as he did. Biting his bottom lip, Michael lowered his head in amusement as he gave a soft chuckle; one that didn't exactly escape his throat, but rather allowed his body to give a bit of a shake. "You, innocent? Babe, please... you're as innocent as the devil is good." Michael knew better. What Rowan just did; that was the definition of a tease.

"Keep it up, love, and I'll have you sprawled out on that bed in no time." He winked; meeting Rowan's gaze as he did. It was both a challenge and a warning. Michael didn't like to be teased. He didn't like to play games, either. If Rowan was going to tease, then Michael would hold him to his actions and have some fun.

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'Babe' Why'd that make his heart sing with joy? The simple word of affection said so easily from the knight, it shocked him a little bit. "The devil must have magically become a saint then," Rowan mused, rolling his body so that he was now on his stomach instead of his side. He was already thinking of what he could do next to tease the knight, but he wasn't expecting a threat to come out next. He looked back to meet the other's gaze, a spike suddenly shot down to his crotch. "Oh? That's interesting..." He trailed off, trying his best to suppress a smile.

"Your hands look a little full right now," His hips slowly lifted, only a bit so a certain something was raised in an almost welcoming way. "I'm a spoiled prince, you can't just grab me and push me down. You follow my orders, don't you?" He sat up and turned back around so that the other didn't get the pleasure to eye his ass the whole time. He'd give a little bit to look at or feel, not nothing satisfying enough.

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Shooting Rowan a side glance, Michael purses his lips as the prince teased him further. Needless to say, he stared at Rowan's ass as much as he was allowed to; until the other moved and prevented him from continuing to take in the lovely view. "Yes, but I'm also a rebel knight that tends to break rules quite often." Michael reminded Rowan. Just because the other was royalty didn't mean he would follow his orders.

"You just wait. Once these potatoes finish cooking, I'm going to do more than just grab you and push you down." Michael was growing impatient; willing the potatoes to boil faster so he could teach this spoiled prince a lesson. Teasing wouldn't get him far with the ex knight.

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Rowan bit his bottom lip gently at the 'threat'. "Promise?" He said, letting soft eyes slide down his body, mentally undressing him to expose his body. He wasn't sure how he was blessed with a beautiful man with an equally beautiful body. The prince was short and soft while the knight was big and solid, but it's known that opposites attract, right?

Leaning back onto his elbows he spread his legs to show the obvious outline that was forming in his pants. "Maybe I'm a bit of a pervert..." He admitted. He wasn't the best at teasing but he felt like he was doing an alright job if the other wanted him. "I could always bind you with vines... you're too sweet to burn them off," Manipulating vines was one of the easiest things for Rowan, of course, he was taught by his father how to do it. A barbed vine was what was used to slash across half of his face with now only one working eye.

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"Promise." Michael grinned. It was killing him to sit and do nothing about the snarky prince just a few feet away from him. By now, with free hands, Michael would have Rowan laying beneath him in a pathetic heap of lust and desire. Instead, he was stuck boiling potatoes for dinner.

A soft scoff followed in response to Rowan's statement. Maybe didn't even begin to describe how much of a pervert he was. "Oh?" He raised a brow. "What makes you think I wouldn't burn them off?" The truth was, he wouldn't. He would let Rowan do his thing without much of a fight. "These potatoes are about done. Still feeling brave, love?" He mused; his tone hiding a hint of cockiness; as if he would come out ahead in this battle.

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Rowan tapped his lip softly as if he was really thinking. What made him think he wouldn't burn them off? It was obvious! "Well I get this feeling that you have a bit of a soft spot for me, and even if I am spoiled you give me everything I want anyway," He paused to pull the shirt off of his head and held it in front of his now naked upper half. Sure he was a prince, but he didn't find himself very attractive. With a slim build with little muscle he felt a bit pathetic compared to his lover, so he wasn't quite comfortable being naked in front of him.

The prince got off the bed and kneeled on the floor. "This might be a good view for you if you weren't so busy, too bad," Rowan held onto the shirt, but it was no longer covering his upper half. "I-I'm... not good at this anyway," He broke his 'character' a bit, thinking of giving a blowjob wasn't something he could pretend to be cocky about. He shook his head and gave a shy little smile, messy brown hair falling in front of his face. "I'm really trying to be sexy, it's hard..." He then crawled next to the other and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. His kiss slowly dipped to his jaw, then his neck. His touch was clumsy and nervous, but the effort was there. He could talk all he wanted but Michael was his first, and this was only their second time.

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Rowan wasn't wrong. Michael did have an obvious soft spot for the prince, but it was still cocky of the man to think he'd give in to his demands anyway... which he would, but that's not the point. "And what makes you think I will give you this? Maybe I feel like being mean." Michael suggested, as if that was even a possibility. Michael would try, but after half a pout he'd apologize and give Rowan his way.

Ignoring the boiling pot in his hand, Michael's gaze fell upon Rowan's bare torso. Despite Rowan's lack of self confidence in his own moves, Michael still found the prince to quite arousing. "You're always sexy. Just take it slow, you don't have to do any special moves to please me." Michael smiled. Rowan was sexy, but at the moment, he was more adorable and cute. The amount of effort the prince was putting in to just please him was lovely.

Biting his bottom lip, Michael felt his pants growing tighter as Rowan kissed and teased him. The fact that he had a boiling hot pot in his hands was beginning to fade out. Michael didn't do much, as he didn't want to spill boiling water onto himself or Rowan, so he was forced to just tough out the teasing session the prince was throwing his way.


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It was not the most impressive blow job Racy had gotten but it was decent for a beginner. Kristoff had all the mechanics down and it always felt good to have her cock in a tight, wet hole, "Mmm, yeah. Make this hot she-male cum. All over that pretty face."

Racy stroked her cock in and out of Kristoff's mouth and throat a few more times then pulls her massive dick out. Her shaft is soaked with spit. She uses that as lube and strokes herself until she climaxes. Her creamy load spurting onto Kristoff mouth, face and in his hair. Once she was done she tucks her cock away and fixes her dress,

"Don't wipe that off. You're marked now. Good thing is you'll get your own room and get pampered like a princess. Next step for you is anal training," Racy taps a code on the bars and the guard appears, "you'll probably not be ready for full-on cock in your ass but there are plenty of things that happen before then, "Racy nods her head, "follow me." The guard escorts the pair to a part of the prison exclusive for she-male training. It had medical labs, a café, gym and pool. The rooms were dorm style and right now there was only Kristoff in training. The guard removes the cuffs,

"You'll need an outfit for training. Check the closet. There are bra, panties, skirts. The usual slut wear. Pick something nice. Dinner will be served in a couple hours." Racy leaves the room with the guard. The door is locked and the newest trainee is left to think about her new life.

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Kristoff gasped for breath as the cock popped from his mouth. He watched as Racy stroked herself, barely closing his eyes in time as the hot streaks of cum shot across his face. His mouth was initially open, the first spurt coating his tongue. He could feel it dripping down his face as she told him not to wipe it away, then suddenly was being whisked from the room.

He was surprised when they entered a different area of the prison. It looked more like a hotel as he saw the spa, pool and gym, though he had to squint as cum coated his eyelid. Once he was in what was apparently his room, the cuffs came off and he resisted the strong urge to run to the sink and wash out his face and mouth. He watched Racy and the guard leave him there, hearing the lock click in place. The walls of the room were pink with white accents. There was a bed that was at least better than a prison cot, a large pink dresser and a nightstand. There was a vanity with a wide array of makeup, a shower with feminine products and a large walk in closet.

He opened the dresser drawers and saw it was loaded with lingerie... all his size. Though the bras were various cup sizes, oddly, but he didn't rummage too long. He grabbed a purple matching set of bra and a thong with black lace detailing. He didn't have many better options from what he could tell.

He walked to the closet and saw it littered with slutty outfits and kinky costumes. French maids, school girls, nurses, the usual lewd fantasies. There were also tight dresses and skirt outfits as well as heels of all types of sizes and colors on the floor, making him shiver as he looked at them. He grabbed a skirt as he was instructed, seeing it was a black latex ruffled skirt, barely long enough to cover his ass once he'd pulled it into place. Then he sat on the bed, trying to make sense of it all, feeling cum drying on his face. He opened a drawer of the nightstand and saw a neatly organized collection of anal plugs and dildos, quickly slamming the drawer shut, huffing as he laid back in the bed.

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"This one will be easy to train it seems." Racy sat across from her boss, the warden. The male was big, beefy and tattooed head to toe. He looked more like a bouncer than a guy in charge of a prison. Never the less Racy respected him, "I'll go in there and start anal training so he will be ready for tonight." The warden dismisses Racy and she leaves the room. Heading back to where she left Kristoff. Racy unlocks the door and opens it. Opening the door wide she sees the new sissy laying on the bed,

"There are going to be some changes. First off whenever I enter a room you get on your knees. You will be ready to suck cock anytime I am around. Secondly, sissy, no more thinking of yourself as a straight man. You're a sissy slut that loves cock." Racy was getting hard. She loved bossing sissies around. This training was going to be a lot of fun.

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Kristoff shifted uncomfortably in the bed as Racy came back and freely entered the room. He could already see her hardening member as she ordered him to his knees, as should be his new default behavior when she was in his presence. He couldn't make himself get out of the bed as she told him he was no longer a man, but a cock craving sissy.

"No... no I'm not" he said softly, unconvincingly. He had no leverage, no bargaining chips, that much was obvious. She could easily throw him, dressed as he was or worse, into gen pop and he'd be destroyed by the thugs in there. He didn't look like a total female, but in prison he already looked about as good as they could ask for he imagined.

He sighed as he tossed the covers off, exposing his petite frame in the slutty outfit. He eased to his feet and walked forward, slumping down to his knees. She could make him physically obey, but mentally, he'd never 'love cock.' He looked at her hardened cock and winced as he looked up at her. "This is all a mistake. I shouldn't be here. Please" he whined.

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Racy had to reach down and cup her hard-on. The thought of any disobedience meant she could punish this sissy. It was not an easy prospect to grasp though and Racy could understand some hesitancy. She wasn't at all compliant as a new inmate. She quickly learned that the perks of living on this side of the prison outweighed being in gen pop. Racy could is the light slowly dawning behind Kristoff's eyes,

"Listen up, sissy Krissy," Racy stops herself and laughs, "I love it. Sissy Krissy. Anyway, I don't care if you like what happens or not. You don't have to listen to me or even like doing this shit." Racy paces in front of the kneeing male, "I was once where you are. I had no desire to fuck men or have them fucking me. I figured if I had to serve time I would rather enjoy it." Racy stands in front of the sissy with a bottle of lube, "Kiss my feet and show your new Mistress some gaddamn respect."

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Kristoff shivered some as he watched Racy stroking her already hardened cock. He could still taste it, still feel his lips stretched around it. Then seeing the bottle of lube, the destination for that quite obvious as she intended to fuck him. More 'training.' He couldn't live like this, could he?

As he contemplated his very limited options, he leaned his face down towards the ground. He kissed at her feet, his ass propped up in the air, swaying as he moved about to show her this humiliating form of respect. He knew he was going to get his ass fucked for the first time... and it at least seemed better by her than by some psycho, or psychos, in the yard. "I've never... ya know... it won't fit" he whined softly, knowing that, even if it did somehow fit, it was not going to feel good.

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It sent shivers through Racy to hear Kristoff was a virgin, in that way at least. She was pleased to see him follow her orders so eagerly,

"That is what lube, tongue and fingers are for," she explained, "first you get used to feeling something small in your sissy hole then gradually things get bigger." Racy chuckles, "now I want you to follow me." Racy walks over the bed. She strips off her skin tight dress revealing her nudity. Her tits bounce and sway as does her big dick and heavy balls. Racy climbs up on the bed and stretches out, "keep your panties on and take everything else off." Racy strokes her needy cock. Thankfully she had an attraction to Kristoff. It helped her fully enjoy the training. She would be careful and gentle.


[User] Alekso broke the kiss, his lips and tongue trailing a burning path down Roran's neck while his free hand quested downward. His fingers teased along the waistline of his trousers before slipping under and around, ignoring Roran's cock in favor of digging his nails into the man's ass cheek. At the same time, he nipped at the hollow of Roran's throat and a deep, rumbling purr emanated from Alekso's chest. "Has anyone ever told you that your ass is perfect?" he asked, digging his fingers in just a little harder.

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Roran felt goosebumps rise on his skin as Alekso's fingers brushed up his stomach and chest to finally rest on his chest and push him down. He felt so sensitive, and yet he wasn't feeling enough. He needed more. Until he couldn't think about anything else but what they were doing. He nipped rather sharply at Alekso's bottom lip before the kiss was broken, looking at him with half lidded eyes, lips slick and already bruising. His long hair tickled his face for a moment, and then Alekso was moving down, his mouth feeling like fire on Roran's skin, drawing out a moan as he tilted his head back to give him better access.

As Alekso's hand slipped under his pants, but didn't touch where he really wanted it, Roran whined, the sound oh so sweet and needy. The prick of nails on the soft skin there had his back arching, and he gasped at the feeling. "Not like-like this... no," Roran managed to get out, a soft whimper leaving his lips as the grip tightened, though in this situation, it wasn't a tell of anything bad.

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"Fuck, even the noises you make are pretty. You're too good to be true," Alekso murmured, nipping a bit harder this time, almost as a reprimand. "Make that sound again. Maybe if you do, you'll get a prize." He sat up for just a moment, withdrawing his hands so he could yank Roran's shirt off and toss it to the side, and then one hand returned to grope at Roran's ass while the other tangled in that lovely, soft blond hair.

Alekso leaned in and claimed Roran's mouth in a deep, bruising kiss, his purring intensifying. "You smell like summer," Alekso said, sliding a knee through Roran's thighs to widen them. His thigh pressed close, nudging between Roran's legs in a gentle promise of what would soon come. The bulge in Alekso's trousers was already obscene, the fabric straining to be removed. "Let's see if I can make you whine for me some more," Alekso said with a slow grin, one hand yanking down Roran's trousers while the one in his hair slid down Roran's chest to the hard cock he'd just freed.

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Alekso didn't quite get the sound he wanted as he nipped at Roran's throat again, instead, he got a soft cry at the pleasurable abuse to Roran's sensitive skin there. If anything, that sound was better, loud enough to faintly echo in the otherwise quiet room, and it was quickly followed by another soft whimper as Alekso pulled away. He helped pull off his shirt, then fell back against the bed once more as Alekso claimed his mouth in another, wonderful that was too much and not enough.

Roran spread his legs willingly as Alekso slid his thigh between them, his back arching as he got friction on his growing cock, the light pressure more than enough to finish getting him hard. When the kiss was broken, he gasped for breath and let it out in a whining sigh. His hands finally came up from where they were curled in the sheets, finally daring to touch Alekso back, lacing in the long, soft dark hair that curtained their faces.

As his pants were removed, Roran fought the urge to cover himself, feeling especially vulnerable like this, spread and bare under Alekso while the man above him was still clothed. Alekso's hand ran over a light dusting of blonde hair on Roran's lower stomach before it reached his destination, and when Roran was finally touched there, he whined the loudest yet, twisting a little bit and bucking his hips up. "More, please," he begged, oh so sweet, oh so needy, the words falling from his lips like the most prized jewels.

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"You beg beautifully, darling. I think I'll give you that prize I promised." Alekso kissed Roran again once, then twice, and started raining kisses down his throat and chest. Alekso nipped his way down Roran's stomach, his tongue soothing each bite, until his mouth reached Roran's waiting cock.

Working in a brothel for over a year, he had learned a few things. One of many being how to ignore his gag reflex.

After taking a second to loosely tie his hair back from his face, Alekso circled the warm tip of Roran's cock with his tongue once, then swallowed the man with one easy dip of his head, nearly to the base. After a long moment, he came back up for air with only a soft cough to rid himself of the discomfort, then went back down. His purring continued until he could no longer expend the air for it with each pass.

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Roran's skin jumped and trembled under each kiss, and the the sharp nips followed by that sinful tongue made Roran's hands tighten harder in Alekso's hair, sharp gasps and little moans working their way out as a punctuation to each pinch of teeth.

He felt Alekso's breath on the heated skin of his cock before anything else, he sat up a bit to watch him pull his hair back, only to fall back in a limp puddle as Alekso started using his mouth in they way he did. "Fuuuck..." he moaned out, his hands coming back up to rest on Alekso's head, not pushing or even guiding, he just needed something to hold on to. Whatever brothel taught Alekso to do this did a wonderful job, Roran was nothing more than a puddle of moans and whimpers, especially when he slipped down his throat. The vibrations of the purrs made him shudder, and when ever they stopped he missed them until they started back up again.

His cock was starting to leak, the slightly bitter taste of his pre becoming more apparent as Alekso continued, and Roran briefly wondered if he was just going to make him cum like this and then stopped. He hoped not, he still wanted more, and he voiced that want in breathy moan.

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Roran's noises were their own sort of pleasure for Alekso. Each whimper and sigh sent a thrill down his spine, and Roran's begging for more had his ears twitching. He planned on giving more. Much, much more. Hard as stone, Alekso was dying for some relief. With his hips pressed to the blankets, Alekso ground his cock against the mattress, practically rutting himself against it as he brought Roran to the edge of climax with his mouth.

Abruptly, he pulled up and took a breath, his mouth wet and slightly swollen from his attentions, and slowly ran his tongue along the underside of Roran's cock. "Prepping you is probably going to take some time," Alekso warned, reaching for the oil on the bedside table. "I'm big. And that's not boasting." His voice was low and rasping from overuse. "Can you be patient for me, darling?"

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Roran's sounds got higher and more breathy the closer he got to the edge, his nails starting to prick into Alekso's scalp and his hips rolling up into his mouth, forcing himself down his throat just a little while longer, and he was close, so close and---Alekso stopped, pulling his mouth off him, causing Roran to actually sob in need, aching so bad for release, he had been so close, and Alekso ripped it away from him. He twitched against Alekso's tongue as it ran over the underside of his cock, and he bucked his hips up before settling back on the mattress again as he pulled away.

"No," Roran replied to the question, almost petulantly. He took a deep breath before elaborating further. "I... I want it to hurt." He became slightly stiff underneath of Alekso, almost ashamed to admit that, but he hoped that Alekso would understand, would give him his wish, or at the very least, not slight him for voicing it.


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He really wanted to share his new discoveries, but Tilly had a point. With her feet planted in both worlds, her repertoire of eateries was probably way beyond his small list of discoveries. Shrugging a little helplessly, Orion smiled, “You’re right. The places you know outweigh the small list I have. Sure, let’s go to a restaurant you love and I’ll pay.”

A part of him wondered helplessly what did she see in him? Beautiful and brilliant, she could have her pick in men, Jay Emerson to name one. What could he offer that another man couldn't? Hands shoved in his pockets, eyes lowered, he was unaware of how his thick lashes and tousled hair made him look like a sad angel.

[Assistant] Tilly laughed softly, walking over and cupping his face gently in her hands. "Hey now, that's not what I meant at all." She said in a soft, affectionate tone. "I only meant that if you wanted to try somewhere new I have plenty of suggestions. Also I have lots of places to suggest for our next date." She said with a slight smile, leaning up and giving him a soft, fleeting kiss before taking his hand and pulling him with her out of the room.

[User] He was excited and anxious for her to try a place he thought was a discovery of his own, unlike anywhere else he'd read about or been to. A small French inspired café that baked the bread they used for the daily sandwiches and other savories. "Tilly, this place uses only natural ingredients and no magic but I swear there must be something influencing how their dishes make your tongue and stomach sing for more." Holding her small hand in his, Orion was happy to follow her lead upwards and out on to the streets of London. To a bystander, they looked like a young couple trying to navigate a fun and exciting new discovery. He shyly leaned down to slowly brush his lips against hers, forgetting for a brief moment, the lingering evil threatening their happiness.

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Tilly giggled as they walked and talked, not seeming to mind the looks of anyone who passed them on their way out, not even noticing as Jay Emmerson almost crashed right into a stack of papers as he watched them to by. When they got out onto the street Tilly laced their fingers, holding your onto Orion happily despite the slight awkwardness of their height difference.

"Well, that's the beauty of muggles that most wizards don't realize, you know? They do all these wonderful things and they build and create and invent, and none of it is done with the use of magic. They use their own two hands to create things that some in the wizarding world would think impossible without a wand at their side. Its hard to explain to most people." She said, shrugging her shoulders before looking up at him in surprise as he pulled her to a stop suddenly, a small smile tugging at her lips as he leaned down and she happily returned the kiss, her free hand moving up the cup his cheek.

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Sensing Tilly responding to his kiss, Orion felt ten feet tall. He didn’t think he was especially brilliant or handsome but if she was happy with him, he decided not to question it and just appreciate her presence by his side. His customers could have told him there were multiple characteristics that attracted women, witch or muggle, a big heart, generous nature, and the respect given to everyone, regardless of gender, house affiliation, or magical ability (that was a shocker once someone overcame he was a Slytherin). The habit of running hands through his hair when perplexed was endearing, since it typically left him looking rakishly disheveled.

A quick walk through Covent Garden, they passed a few fragrant flower carts and busy merchants, they reached the little café. Sparkling windows graced with white lace curtains, it looked cheery and inviting. Opening the door for Tilly, Orion hoped she liked the quaint antique furniture and fresh flowers adorning each table. “I hope you’re hungry.” He was loath to release her hand to step inside. "Their Madeleines are wickedly good with tea."

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Tilly smiled as she smelled the flowers, hoping that they would be there still on their way back, but in the meantime waving a hand casually while none of the muggles were looking and materializing an adornment of sweet smelling jasmine blossoms into the cross sections of her plait, smiling up at Orion as they walked. She looked up at the building curiously, realizing that she in fact hadn't been here before and giving him a warm smile as she walked into the cafe ahead of him.

"Well, I guess that's something to look forward to for after dinner then." She said with a soft smile as they walked over to the host and were quickly seated at one of the few remaining tables, the cafe apparently quietly popular amongst those who knew of its existence.

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Orion felt like the luckiest warlock in London, holding the café’s door open for her. They were endowed with enough talent to open doors and find a perfect place to have a meal together but it was in the simple gestures Orion felt, that held supreme power in being self-sufficient like a muggle. They might not have talent or spells to help in their daily lives but how was it life went on, happy or sad without magic? He came away with from his solitary meanderings with the conclusion life wasn’t about who had the most money or magic power, but how to appreciate what life has given you.

This small moment in time, here in the café with Tilly, Orion strived to live in the moment. He wanted to remember how the afternoon sun through the lead glass windows made Tilly's auburn hair molten in color. The spray of jasmine against her thick red hair, complimented the intricate plaits. Sitting together, he leaned over to squeeze her hand, smiling in muted excitement. "I always imagined sharing this place with someone." Impulsively, his fingers lifted to trace a finger along her jawline. "Tilly," Brilliant eyes staring into hers, "Do you think our suspect would think of following us here?"

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Tilly smiled softly as Orion took her hand and cupped her face gently in his, leaning into his touch as she found herself thinking of nothing but him, sinking into the deep brown of his eyes. He said her name so softly and sweetly that she found herself leaning closer, forgetting about everything else for the moment... until he immediately reminded her.

Her cheeks flushed a little pink and she sat up straighter again, clearing her throat and looking away from him very deliberately, not wanting to be distracted and put him in danger. "Of course, you're right, he very much could. I doubt that he would be particularly adverse to creating a scene in front of muggles. We should remain vigilant, even here." She said with a sharp little nod, her cheeks still flush with embarrassment.

[User] Orion wanted to kick himself. Things were going so well and he had to go and spoil things by mentioning the suspect. Cursing inside, he vowed to make things right. The waiter came over and presented them with quaint menus to peruse, leaving them to take a moment before ordering. Sharing the his feelings on dishes he'd tried, he reached over to touch Tilly's hair. It was as silky as he'd imagined. "I don't think one glass of Pinot Gris will hurt our investigative skills." The waiter brought two glasses, sparkling and fresh, Orion held his up for a toast. "To our meeting once again and a bright future together."

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Tilly managed a small, nervous laugh as Orion suggested the sparkling wine but accepted and took her glass as it arrived with a smile and a nod. Sometimes when she drank her visions could get a little... out of control. But she was sure he was right, one small glass wouldn't hurt, as long as she remained focused.

"Lets hope you're right." She replied, gently tapping her glass against his before taking a sip, sighing as she leaned back a little in her chair. "I've tried very hard not to look much further into either of our futures. It's not the kind of thing I want to spoil." She told him with a soft smile.


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Vanya was lying in bed, resting as he looked over the papers describing medical expenses. He sighed heavily and lifted his head to look up at the ceiling, placing the papers in his lap. It wasn't that bad, but a set back was a set back. Not to mention he basically had nothing but what was here in his room with him. He was just thankful he got his flute out of the fire along with him. He still had a way to earn a living. He should also still have his bike which he had chained up at the parking lot a safe distance from the fire. He wasn't sure how easy it would be to ride it with his cast on.

The biggest problem he was facing right now was that he had no where to stay. He had no family to stay with in town. He had a few friends living in town that he knew from music school, but he wasn't sure if they would be able to keep him for very long. Thinking all this over made Vanya choke up a bit. Bad luck seemed to ceaselessly pile up around him and no matter how hard he struggled it only dug its claws in deeper. Before he started crying he heard the knock on the door. He took a breath and gathered his wits. He wondered who it was. "Come in."

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Aren smiled slightly at the "Come in." He was lucky that the man wanted to see anyone at all. He opened the door slowly and peered in. The first thing he noticed as that there wasn't any flowers or cards or even anyone else there. The room was basic--the smell of the aseptic smell filled his nose. There wasn't much to look at, except for the man laying in the bed with papers thrown about his blankets. He walked in, and gave a little wave. "Hello. I'm Aren. I was the fire fighter that found you. I'm glad to see that you're okay." He said, rather quickly. Sure, he can run into a burning building without hesitation, but human contact was like a whole other thing for him. He mentally yelled at himself, hoping that this man didn't think it was weird that he came to see him.

Continuing his gaze around the room, he spotted the case that laid next to the bed, "I hear you didn't let go of that. That must be something special." He chuckled slightly. Oh was he making a fool of himself. Why was he so nervous?

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When Vanya saw the man enter he knew right away that he wasn't a doctor or a nurse. It took him a moment, but when he reminded him of who he was he smiled. This was the man that saved his life. He likely would have died buried under that building if he hadn't found him. The corners of his lips turned up and his eyes were filled with gratitude. He was also thankful that he had the kindness to spare him a visit. He had still had no visitors as of yet.

"I can't thank you enough for saving my life. I... I don't want to imagine what would have happened if you hadn't found me. I really owe you."

Those words were not apt one for Vanya to use. he already owed so much, but at least this time this man deserved it. He was curious what had brought this man here to see him. Surely he wasn't the first person he had pulled from disaster. Perhaps it was just compassion. He looked at the bedside table where his flute was sitting in it's case he smiled as he took it up and sat it on his lap on top of the papers. "This thing is everything to me. I couldn't leave that place without it." He opened the case to show the flute in it's disassembled state, still shining and completely untouched by the fire. "What is a musician without his instrument after all."

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Aren started to shake his head as the man began to thank him. "It's really okay. You don't owe me anything. I'm really just glad that you're okay." He gave him a big smile. He stood there a little bit awkwardly before the man explained his case. When he opened it, he gave a smile. "A musician! That's so cool!" His eyes glazed over the instrument. "That must have been super hard to learn." He realized that he started to sound like a little kid, looking onto an older siblings cool new toy.

He stepped back and dipped his head, "Sorry. I really am glad that you're okay. Do you have any other friends or family coming? I can leave soon if you'd like?"

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"I still feel like I should do something." Vanya wasn't sure why he was being so insistent. Sure, he wanted to show how much what he did meant to him, but there was very little he could actually do at the moment that would make up for saving his life. He looked back down at his flute and ran his fingers over the smooth side of one of the cylinders.

"Well, it's always been my passion I never felt like it was a chore to learn. I really love playing it." Looking back up when Aren asked if he should go, worried that he'd be in the way of other visitors, Vanya just shook his head. "No need to worry. I am not expecting any visitors. In fact you're the first visitor I've had since arriving here."

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Aren nodded at him saying that he wasn't expecting anyone. "That's sad. Don't you have any family around here?" He knew that was pretty blunt, but he was rather surprised. He smiled at the man, glad to know that he was doing something he loved in life. He then thought about his home.

"I'm sorry you lost your home... Where are you going to stay?" He really hoped that he did have family to help him out. He seemed like he didn't have anyone, and that concerned Aren. As he finished speaking, a nurse walked in.

"I'm sorry, sir. I need to check his vitals. Visiting hours are over now." She gave Aren a smile---mostly to tell him to get out. He nodded and looked at the man in the bed, "I hope things work out for you. My name is Aren, by the way." He turned and walked out the room, not sure why he told the man his name. Why was he acting so weird?

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"Uh, no unfortunately my family recently left town. They are rather far away now." Vanya didn't want a stranger to know about his family situation. The truth of the matter was that Vanya didn't know where his family had gone to. they left no trace behind. No note. No phone call. Nothing. It had been heartbreaking when it first happened and Vanya realized that they had saddled him with their burden, not seeming to think twice about it.

With time he had learn to take it in stride and was just moving forward as best he could. Before he could answer about where he was going to stay, the nurse came in and cut him off. He was thankful for it because then only more truth would have surfaced. He smiled and Aren made his way out, introducing himself as he did. He would have to find him soon and do something to thank him properly. Once he was gone the nurse got about taking his vitals and examining him once more. His leg was still a bit sore, but slowly getting better.

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Aren made his way out of the hospital. He honestly wasn't sure why he went there, but the man seemed rather calm after what had just happened. He felt bad that he couldn't have done more to save his home. He couldn't think like that though. There weren't any casualties and that was all that mattered. He picked up his speed and began to jog towards the fire department. It was rather quiet out today---and it was rather odd that he didn't have work today, but he was glad of it. He didn't really feel like standing behind the counter and taking stupid customers money for gas. He loved his co-workers, but he would much rather be in there with his family; the fire fighters.

With a sigh, he kept jogging. Food sounded nice. He kept thinking about the man in the hospital though. How come couldn't get him out of his head?


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When Riley started talking about his collections, Alejandro simply nodded. He had seen Riley collecting shells and little bobbles that wound up on the beach. A few of them had been sent by him, though none were as special as the conch shell he had gifted him as a child. When asking for a jar he hummed thoughtfully.

"I think I might. Let me check" He set aside the half shell he had kept the water in and went to an old chest beside the bed. It was one he had dragged up from a ship wreck ages ago. It still had a few barnacles encrusted on it. As he searched through, there were a few things he avoided bringing out, like ancient treasures and trinkets. He would love to shower Riley with gifts but it would raise too much suspicion. Finally he found what he was looking for.

"Here." He drew out a somewhat dirty looking glass jar. he ran it under the spring to clean it before handing it to Riley.

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"Thank you!" He said excitedly, taking the jar into his hands. It'd be something to pass the time, at least for now.

"Care to help me? Maybe we might find some interesting things to put in it," Riley asked as he very carefully got off of the bed and onto his good leg. He dangled the bad on a few inches from the ground, not wanting to risk putting any pressure on it if he could. Holding the jar to his chest he started hopping until he got to the edge of the little cavern. The rest was sand, and jumping one legged into sand wouldn't be the wises choice. He hated being so limited, it made him feel like a small child all over again. Quietly he stared before taking a small hop into the warm sand, instead of jumping he did an odd shimmy until he was close enough to the water that it couldn't reach him.

Placing himself to the sand he started scooping small handfuls into the slightly dirty glass jar. Carefully he pulled some dull cream shells fragments from the sand and dropped them into the jar. "Have you ever found a pearl? Or a shark tooth?" He had never spotted a pearl, but he had a few shark teeth scattered in a jar or two. He wasn't too lucky with his findings, but he never minded. The small shells were just as nice, and the dull colored ones looked nice too.

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Seeing the joy on Riley's face when he gave him the jar made Alejandro smile brightly. he was glad that he could make him smile like that. When he saw Riley trying to get up off the bed he was immediately at his side, helping him to his feet and walking him , or supporting him, as he hopped across the floor. "Be careful. It may just be a small fracture, but you don't want to make it worse."

Soon enough they reached the sand and it was pleasantly warm under their feet. It wasn't hot and burned your feet like on the normal beach. It was one of the reasons Alejandro enjoyed lying on it so much. Eventually they reached the edge of the water that lapped lazily at the sand near their feet. He slowly helped Riley sit down near the edge and sat down beside him. he watched, a smile playing at his lips as Riley filled the jar with sand and shells. When he asked him about pearls he simply nodded.

"Oh, yeah. I've found tons of pearls before and in all different colors. There's black, pink, yellow, and even blue pearls. I find them so often that I normally give them away to people who want them. I know they're precious stones but I don't really use them for anything."

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"They sound beautiful," Pearls were often seen as a feminine thing, thanks to what is made with them that gave them a bit of status in the world. Though, if anything had to do with the water and the ocean, the boy often times fell in love with it. Riley didn't like store bought pearl, as half the time he didn't believe they were real, but he hadn't put in much effort to go looking for the beautiful pearls, he was sure he could find one if he looked hard enough.

"What's your favorite thing about the ocean? Or---if it was a person what kind of compliment would you give them?" In school, when they gave assignments in school for creative writing, there were a few where they'd want you to personify a nonliving thing. Of course, Riley picked the ocean, and turned it to a person, or described it as if it was some living creature. Maybe his love was unhealthy, he did enjoy other things, such as writing and drawing.

"I'd love to explore with you a bit, maybe when my leg is a bit better?" Besides the beautiful sea there was a wonderful island he could enjoy with the stranger. He wanted to change the subject, maybe the other didn't want to hear him talk about the water so much. He felt a twinge of anxiety in his chest at the thought of bugging the wonderful man with his rambles and questions. He wasn't used to being so talkative with someone he didn't know, normally he'd clam up a bit. But here he was chatting as if he knew this man his whole life.

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Alejandro couldn't help himself but to smile at the young mortal. He was so sweet and saw beauty in the place that Alejandro called his home. It was genuine and pure admiration. When he asked him his questions he smiled brightly and let out a happy laugh. Only Riley could ask questions like that of someone like him.

"Oh, the questions you ask. Well... if I had to describe the person that is the ocean I would say they are impulsive and no one can control them. They love to explore and they're enchanted with the land and the people the, but they can never really be part of it. I know that's very general, but I also think that's pretty accurate."

He continued to look at him with a smile to see what he would think to say next. The look of mild embarrassment on his face was rather adorable. He was so shy. When he expressed his desire to explore his world with him he couldn't be more ecstatic. It seemed there was a chance that Riley was warming up to him already. Maybe things would turn out even better than expected. "That sounds great. A little exploring would be nice."

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Riley tried imagining a person while the man described him. "Doesn't seem like they'd be a very happy person, very secluded from what they'd want to be around." Carefully he got to his feet, as it was decided that they would go exploring a bit to see what the land had to offer as he wouldn't be able to enjoy the sea. "You could possibly show me your favorite spot?" He asked, curious what the other liked in contrast to what he might enjoy.

"Maybe we can find a stick that I could use to help me walk," He joked, though he honestly wouldn't be able to hop all the way there, and he didn't want to just put his entire weight on poor Alejandro.

"How did you get to this island anyway? Were you just---sick of normal life and decided to come here?" Riley was most curious about this, how someone could just live on a random island. Maybe he was just born there and his parents died or moved back to mainlands, maybe it was just a dream of his. Riley didn't think he'd be able to live like this, he might go bad from the silence and lack of people. That and---he had zero survival skills.

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"Well I think that they will find their happiness one way or another." He smiled a bit as he also stood, making sure to support Riley as he got to his feet. It was about mid day now, but they still had plenty of time to explore when asked about his favorite spots Alejandro hummed thoughtfully as he looked up and down the shoreline. Aside from the cove there was another place that came to mind.

"If we walk further inland of the island there's a waterfall with a small pond at it's base. It's a really nice place to relax and just enjoy. I sometime dive off the top of the waterfall. I could carry you there if you want. It's a bit of a tough walk considering your leg. I don't mind it."

After a bit of discussion he finally got Riley to agree to letting him carry him to the waterfall. He had him on his back, being careful of his leg as they traveled. When asked about how he got here he had to bend the truth a bit, but he tried to be as honest as possible. "Well, I've been here for as long as I can remember. I've never lived anywhere else."


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Rowan had to control the excitement within him when the other thought it would be nice to live in this kingdom as well. And even good farm land for him? It wasn't like a slice of home! Though, he was sure his kingdoms farmland was better than this place, but he would enjoy what it has to offer. It was perfect, his life was broken but somehow perfect all at the same time.

"Yes! Please pick a somewhat okay home please," Rowan was a prince after all and his expectations of a home he wants would be crushed as they couldn't afford something decent. Just a small home with the essentials and hopefully a fair bit of land. If the land was plentiful then the boy wouldn't care a second about the home. In his castle he wasn't allowed to garden or grow food, it was peasant work... and now he could do things his own way.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around the other and gave him a gentle hug, as much as a hug as he could when the other was laying down. "Let me cook for you. You can relax and I can do some work as you were so good today," He assumed the other was hungry, and they still had the seeds so he could try to make something with what they had gotten. Might not be perfect but the boy could run to a shop somewhere and get a few small things to attempt a good meal for him.

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A somewhat decent home for a prince... that would be a difficult task, but one he was willing to challenge. Rowan wasn't unreasonable. Though a prince, he knew that their life had changed dramatically. Rowan couldn't have a castle until his father passed away or stepped down from his throne. However, Michael could find a nice house with plenty of land for Rowan. "I can do that." Michael agreed. Though having never hunted for a home before, he felt as if he could pull it off.

Lifting his head, Michael wrapped an arm around the other and raised an eyebrow. "A prince cook for me? Now that's a twist of events." He mused. "However, how was I good?" He quizzed, propping himself up onto his elbows. Michael merely had a fun day with his boyfriend. He didn't do anything dreadful just to please the other, nor did he suffer through any trivial tasks. Everything they did, he enjoyed as well as Rowan did.

"Aha, I do need to warn you that I am deathly allergic to any sort of tree nut." Michael informed. He found out the hard way when he was a teenager. Luckily, he managed to survive the ordeal and steered clear of tree nuts ever since.

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Rowan laughed, "The food won't be very good, I don't think," The most Rowan had cooked in his life was cookies, and he had a great deal of help to make sure he didn't do it wrong. "We will have a garden of fresh food and I'll learn to cook, kind of like a housewife! You'll just have to deal with the not so great food until I get better," He snickered, wondering if he could endure the prince trying to learn something.

"Well you took care of me, and let me have as much fun as I wanted," Rowan shrugged and pressed his soft lips against the others for a gentle kiss. It sent a happy little chill down his spine. He went over to the backpack and dug out the packets of seeds they had bought and went back to the bed and laid them out with a bit of a frown. "Well, I can make potatoes, we bought salt and pepper so it might help it taste a little better?" He held up the packet before tearing the top and dropping two into his hand. He's grown things from seeds, but mostly just flowers or small things like that, nothing like a potato.

Clasping his hands together tight he took a slow deep breath until his lungs couldn't hold anymore. His eyes closed and brow furrowed as he focused on the plant in his hand, he'd have to think of the result he wanted. Between the cracks of his fingers was a bright green light slipping through, the veins in his hands glowed under the skin almost like a fluorescent green light. The prince didn't move, he didn't even breathe the potato began to grow and develop in his hands. His hands moved as they grew too big to be held in just his one hand, so he took one in each palm and continued until they looked like any other potato you might find at a market.

Finally, the prince let out his breath in a slow stream that seemed to last forever. His veins returned to their natural color, the dull glow faded, and his eyes opened. Blinking he looked down with a weak smile and handed one to Michael. "Is it big enough? I can make things larger than normal, it just takes more energy," His eyes had lost their excited shine and was replaced with a tired gaze.

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"As long as you don't kill me, I can handle your cooking." Michael teased. He doubted Rowan would be that bad of a cook to begin with. Michael had to endure worse food than an inexperienced cooks food. Week old food mashed together during training with a small glass of water was and would be the worst thing he's eaten. Rowan couldn't possibly make anything as foul as that.

Returning the gentle kiss with one of his own, The ex knight smiled. "It was just as fun for me, too." He admitted as he sat up; watching the other fetch the seeds they bought earlier. A potato with a little bit of salt and pepper sounded just fine with him. "Sounds delightful." Michael encouraged. If Rowan was going to get into cooking, then he would need utensils and tools. Pots, pans, and everything inbetween.

Sitting up fully and crossing his legs, Michael watched as Rowan grew the potatoes from scratch in a short amount of time. Once he finished, two normal sized potatoes rested in the palms of his lovers hands. Michael noticed the tires gaze; knowing that it took a lot out of him just to grow the two spuds. "That's perfect. How about I toss them in water and boil them and you just relax?" He suggested. While he appreciated Rowan's offer to cook, he didn't want the other to wear himself out.

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"You're perfect, I couldn't imagine marrying a princess now," Rowan said dreamily as he watched his lover walk away with the potatoes. Sure this wasn't his castle and the other wore dirty clothes and was going to go cook two potatoes, but he found him stunning anyways. The way his dark hair flowed freely with no shame, the darker skin with its imperfections. Not to mention the muscle anyone could see under the thin layer of clothing, and his ass, oh Rowan couldn't help but look steal a look every now and again.

Rowan rolled onto his side, and Solis happily jumped up onto the bed and took the 'little spoon' position. "You also got a nice ass," He snorted, wanting to see how the other would react to such a compliment. While he waited he gently ran his hand through the spotted fur of the stray pup they had picked up in Rowan's kingdom. He loved the animal very much, it reminded him of the day everything turned so horrible, but maybe it wasn't so bad as they first thought. Rowan believed everything would turn out alright.

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Michael chuckled softly as he made his way into their ‘kitchen', which resembled more of an add on with just the essentials than an actual kitchen. "I couldn't see you marrying a princess anyway." Michael chimed in. "You're as straight as a wet spaghetti noodle, love." He smirked.

Unfortunately for them, they did not have a stove. However, fortunately, Michael didn't need one. All he needed was a pot with some water. As a fire bender, he could take care of the rest. Once he grabbed a deep enough pan, Michael filled it with water and held the pot in hand. Using his own bending capabilities, he slowly heated up the water until it was at a gentle, rolling boil.

Raising an eyebrow, the corner of Michael's lips curled into an amused smile as Rowan complimented his ass. "Well aren't you a little pervert." Michael teased. Of course he loved that perverted side to Rowan. Once the water was at the proper temperature, he dropped the potatoes inside and left them to boil. He couldn't set it down, however, so he stood in the middle of the floor with a boiling pot in hand; patiently waiting for the spuds to soften.


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Kara could feel her heart thumping as she waited for him. The movement of his head signaled that she was about to get what she asked for and she knew that the feeling would hurt at first, but there was something about it that made her want to so bad. She felt the hot piercing feeling of his teeth pushing passed her skin. She cried out as it moved from pain to a sensual feeling.

Her legs tightened around his waist as she felt the warmth of his tongue running over her skin. She gripped him as tight as she could as her body seemed to be overwhelmed by many feelings. Her eyes had shut and she let him do as he pleased to her. She was happy that he had not just fully plunged his fangs into her flesh and seemed to be delicate with her in that aspect. She would need to thank him later because she knew there probably wasn't a lot of vamps that could control that.

She could feel him tensing and getting close. Every time he thrust she felt her body reacting the same. She cried out his name in need. She was close to letting her body release and give in to that feeling. She let her nails drag down his back as she gave in and allowed her body to do what it wanted.

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With his fangs in her skin, Spike couldn't urge her to let go---couldn't tell her that he wanted her to let herself come. Instead, he shifted his weight to one hand so that he could slide the other hand down between them, circling her clit with his fingers even as he thrust harder, groaning against her. His fangs sank a little deeper---still not deep, not too deep, but deeper---and the fresh surge of the taste of her made him nearly delirious. Please, dear God---please come for me, he pleaded silently, his fingers working harder at her. I need to know this is as good for you as it is for me.

Because it was easily the best sex he'd had in his very long life. He didn't think it was the blood... or not just the blood. He thought---when he could think at all---that it was the trust that the blood represented. Kara had no reason to trust him... but the taste of her on his tongue was enough to prove that she did... with her body, and with her life.

And fuck all, if that wasn't the sexiest damned thing he'd ever felt.

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Everything seemed to enhance for Kara as Spike's fangs dug into her skin. She could tell he was trying to keep from going so deep. But, it felt nice there was something electrifying about how close it made them. They had created a new bond and she felt somewhat exposed and vulnerable to him. But, it was in a good way and she would do it time and time again if he wanted her too. Kara felt his hand slip back between her legs and she cried out again. His name rolling over her tongue. He was doing things to her that no one else had bothered to do before. She could feel herself panting. Her body tensing and giving in. It could no longer take all the motion and touching. She was sensitive and her body was ready to release for Spike.

Kara wasn't sure why she had trusted Spike to pierce her with his fangs, but she knew he wouldn't hurt her. Besides if he tried it wouldn't be like she wouldn't fight back and there had been enough stakes in her home to open a store just for them. Her body held onto his. She wanted to feel him release.

"Spike," was all she could manage to whimper our after she spent half the time screaming his name.

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Spike had wanted to wait until she came again---wanted to feel her tighten in ecstasy around him---but he could not hold back any longer. He had the presence of mind to remove his fangs from her, though... which was his last conscious thought before orgasm rolled through him, tensing his entire body. He buried his head against her, lapping with his tongue at the wounds he'd made (already looking less than fresh, thanks to a Slayer's healing abilities) as his hips snapped against hers... his cock pulsing inside her, almost violent with the force of his orgasm.

Even without his fangs in her skin, Spike couldn't speak. There didn't seem to be any words for this---this level of pleasure beyond any he'd known... and to his surprise, his climax lasted much longer than normal.

By the end of it, he was pressing kisses to her skin, murmuring endearments in a dozen languages, his body trembling against hers.

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Kara felt overwhelmed. All the senses in her body were going off. She could feel the muscles in his back tenses and she knew soon he would release. Her eyes close and back perfectly arched she welcomed what he was about to get her. She could feel his mouth move away from her neck and the sensation of her skin trying to repair its self. By tomorrow morning there would be nothing but a fresh scar gracing her pale skin. It would be added to the collection of many that sketched a crossed her porcelain body, but this one would hold more meaning. She gasped when he thrusted into her one more time. Feeling him seep into her she felt her body shake.

Her back had unarched and relaxed against her warm sheets. The sound of his mouth on her skin and her heartbeat was all she could hear. A light layer of sweat covered her body. She was tired, but happy. She felt at ease in this moment with this man.

She let out a soft laugh as his mouth moved leaving kiss after kiss over her body. She took one of her hands and tilted his head up so she could kiss him gently on the mouth. She nipped at his lower lip playfully before pulling away to look up at him. He was perfect.

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Spike wanted to stay, pressed deep into her body, forever... but eventually, he would be too heavy for her. With a reluctant noise, he rolled to one side, continue to kiss her... though now that his arm was no longer propping himself up, he could wrap around her, pulling her flush to him, marveling that someone so strong could be so warm and soft in his arms.

"I've never---never done that part," he admitted, kissing the healing wound. "Didn't realize I wanted to. Didn't think you'd let me, either, once I did think of it." And that was more than enough to shock him. "You're bloody amazing," he murmured.

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Kara would be more than happy to have him relaxing against her body. She was small, but she could handle him. She sighed when he rolled off of her. But, the sense of need was back when he pulled her back to him. She laid on her side with her face looking towards him. She was taking in his hard features. He looked like he could be made of Stone. She reached out and touched his cheek softly. This was what safety and comfort felt like. She could feel herself getting tired by the minute, but she was determined to stay up with him.

A small smile pulled at the edge of her lips. A chill running down her spine as he kissed he bite mark. The feeling of his teeth still lingering on her skin. "It felt nice," she whispered. Her face flushed and she looked over at him. "You're not half bad yourself," she teased. She was perfectly fine with staying curled in bed with him for as long as she possibly could.

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Spike tucked her against himself, wishing for a brief moment that his heart still beat---so that he could lull her to sleep with it under her ear. God, what a bloody sap she made him. "Can I stay?" he asked---and then wanted to kick himself. He'd meant to inform her that he was staying, not ask.

But he didn't want to assume with her. He wanted to know---to be sure. And if she didn't want him here... well, better to find out now than after he'd let himself fall any more in love with her.

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Kara curled into him when he pulled her closer. She buried her face into his neck. She listened to hear if his heart really didn't beat and there it was the silence to remind her that if she pursued him that he was not a living being. He was a vampire. But, she couldn't help herself. She could feel things growing for him. She let her eyes flutter shut. Her eye lashes brushing his skin.

She laughed a little when he asked if he could stay. "I'd be insulted if you didn't stay with me," she mumbled against his skin. She truly would be upset if he decided to leave. She wanted to fall asleep with him and wake up next to him. Even if it meant he would see her with crazy hair and no makeup. She kissed the deep in his neck near his collar bone. "I need you to stay," she whispered into his pale skin. "Please?" She asked.