[User] The little demi tiger tried to pull himself up, but her tongue undulating beneath him made him fall wetly onto it again, shuddering, squirming. Her tongue was strong, stronger than his whole body was! He didn't have any sort of tiger claws, and he didn't dare bite her tongue, in case a flick of her tongue might hurt his jaw, or worse, might hurt her in some way, or make her do worse than this. He pushed against it all the same, as it bundled him up, pushing the melty snack to the side as her teeth closed and he was pushed up against him, panting, with his back to it, a soft mew escaping him as her tongue pressed on him... though it was a little less active than before... still, her breathing wasn't getting any calmer either, and so he kept fighting it, trying to slip to the side this way and that to avoid that tongue poking and sliding against him... especially trying to keep it from the tenting going on in his shorts.

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Fiona's tongue was starting to get a little more vigorous now. Each passing minute that he was inside her mouth only seemed to amplify his flavor. With him backed against her teeth, she could easily wipe her tongue down his body or against his sides with one smooth movement. She had probably thoroughly soaked and tasted every part of him by this point. She felt a little guilty for forcing this upon him, for not even asking if he was up for it, if he was even comfortable with it...

And then she felt it, just the briefest nudge against his crotch, a slip in his defenses, that sudden burst of warmth of firmness, no matter what size it was. Well, at least he was enjoying it more than not at all, it seemed. She stared down at her own tented shorts, hand grasped around the unseen shaft it housed within, and finally she rolled her eyes. Genuine care for her brother, it seemed, outweighed arousal and hunger... for this moment, anyway.

She held her free palm up to her mouth, and opened her jaws, pushing Nova with her tongue onto her hand before putting him on her snout, so that the two of them could look each other eye-to-eye, her great big, bright emerald-like eyes fixed upon his tiny face. "Sorry bro, I got a little... carried away" She admitted, sheepishly. "I'll stop if you're not enjoying it... or we could do something else, if you want?" She suggested.

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Nova mewed out with each slathering lick coating him in a fresh layer of hot and sticky saliva with each heavy stroke of her tongue. There was no escaping it, and her humid breath all around him was only making his head spin more and more. There was no way he should be enjoying this! This was his sister's mouth, and she was toying with him, purring away like he was a piece of candy! But he couldn't deny it any longer, it was hot, and slippery, and he let out a soft moan as her tongue brushed between his legs, then mewed out as he tumbled back, into light as he looked around, confused to be back in the open air, blushing brightly while staring back into Fiona's sharp gaze.

"L-let's..." he began, his wet tail whipping behind him as he breathed deeply. He had his own emotions battling him, dignity, lust, what was right and wrong. He looked down, realizing she had one hand raised up in case he fell, the other jammed down her shorts! "We can... keep playing... I like your games..." he admitted, ears splaying down as he looked off to the side and down below again, anywhere to avoid embarrassing eye contact.

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Fiona could see everything he was doing, her eyes so focused on Nova that nothing else may have well existed. His tail, his blush, his nervous gaze, and his boner. When he suggested they keep going, the glint returned to her eyes, and a grin spread across her face. "Well then, let's go somewhere more... comfortable..." She said with a chuckle.

She gently picked up Nova again, sliding her thumb and index finger under his arms and holding him by his waist and sides with a secure, but soft grip. She then lowered Nova down from her snout, in front of her mouth... and then, going lower? As her smiling maw sailed away above him, he was instead presented with her chest. Her boobs were pretty darn big at a normal size, but to Nova they must have been literal hills. He wouldn't get long to stare, before she pressed him into her cleavage, her saliva all around him making sure that he stayed stuck in the big, warm embrace of her boobs.

She turned the TV off, and picked up her box of snacks, and could be heard chewing and crunching the one in her mouth, just to get it out of the way, probably. The three remaining bits she put back in the box, and with that, she started to make for the stairs, all whilst her beloved brother was wedged in between her tits.

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Nova gulped as he looked back at Fiona's eyes and saw the sparkle glinting there once again, just like before. Was he about to disappear again back into her mouth? He hadn't noticed before, but that Pocky scent had filled her mouth all around him... it wasn't bad, but kind of cloying to the smell inside. Might be better than overwhelming freshly brushed though... his little ears lifted up as she spoke, and he lifted his arms as she grabbed onto him. He was used to being grabbed, and knew this position was the best hold she could have without cupping him in both hands. He watched her mouth drawing close... and then he was going lower, looking up at her neck, her throat, which he felt like she was giving him some sort of outside view of, a preview of a trip to come?

He gulped again, blushing as he found himself looking into the top of her shirt and her busty cleavage. She was absolutely stacked, he had thought so even before shrinking down, a thought that made him heat up, before realizing that soft valley was getting closer! And then, *fwomp*! He was smooshed between those heavy boobs, gazing up for a moment at light, before she pulled her hand back, and the slabs of soft walls plapped against him, leaving him to wriggle and push, rubbing against them as he tried to make a little pocket of air for himself! After a few moments, he realized she was moving, as he started to bounced a little, slipping up and down between her boobs as she headed up!

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Fiona gave a giggle as she walked. "I can feel you wiggling in there, bro. Hope it's nice and comfortable..." She told him as she headed up the stairs, soon leveling out as she reached the next floor, and made for her bedroom, opening the door and then, for some reason, locking it behind her.

Purple colors seemed to be the theme of her room, mixed in with band and game posters. Because of the way the house was built, she'd ended up with two wardrobes; A furniture one and a small, walk in closet that she kept her cosplay stuff in, mostly different zero-suits, since she was a huge Metroid fan. Hell, quite a flattering picture of Samus Aran was opposite her bed. She had a computer desk, but she'd cleared a lot of space on it since Nova had become Dwindled, so that she could sketch things, inventions to make his life easier, like Nova-sized to put in places around the house, and small hand-bag for him to stay in if they needed to go out together in a situation where it wouldn't safe for him being out and loose. Such a thoughtful sister! The sketch of what looked like a little birdcage as a necklace pendant? Probably something nice as well!

She reached back into her cleavage and plucked Nova out once again, with an ease that would have terrified any first time Dwindled, and set him down on top of her bed, in the very middle. She then kneeled down on the bed in front of him, giving him a great view of her imposing height, and that cheerful grin that seemed stuck on her face now... There was also a great big spike in the fabric of her shorts just pointing right at him, as well.

She reached down, and began to pull her t-shirt up, and off, causing her breasts to bounce and jiggle from her movement, as her top was now bare, in full view of her brother. She tossed her shirt aside before smiling down at him. She let a finger teasingly trail her lip, down her throat, down through her breasts and along her belly, before settling on top of the great big erection in her shorts. "...want to see more, Bro?" She cooed at him. "It's okay if you do... just because we're brother and sister doesn't mean we can't get... frisky" She said with another giggle, now straight up stroking the bulge between her hips.

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There was no way he'd admit it! She'd stuffed him in there, bouncing and sliding between her boobs! Any other way, she could have carried him, and that would have been all fine! But, here he was, sliding about and bouncing and trying to hold onto the soft, smooth walls that squished against him as he squirmed. He didn't hear the click of that lock as she brought him into her room. Her scent was all around him as she pulled him out. He wasn't scared, just surprised and being a bit of a brat about all of this, but, from his movements down there, she'd been able to feel that tent in his shorts hadn't gone anywhere. He was a little deeper for her to reach this time, having slid a little, but she managed to grab him and bring him onto the bed.

He had quite the view, her huge chest, and that big bulge shifting about under her shorts as she rubbed at herself. When they were little (in age) they used to do a lot together, but grew apart over time, as family does. He remembered when her boobs started to grow that he didn't believe her about having junk in the front. Somewhere he knew it was true, but he'd always seen her as his sister either way. And then she had pulled it out and he couldn't deny it anymore. That was some time ago, and now she was the much bigger of the two siblings.

Her subtle motions, as she joined him in shirtlessness, and her outright teasing, from that grin on her face, to the way she accentuated her form, it all had his face blushing deeper, especially as she started rubbing at her hips again. "Y-You want even more than to taste me?" he mewed up to her, his tail lashing. Just what more could she be coming up with? Sure.. frisky was one thing, but he was barely a few inches tall! How much fun could she have with him? That bulging monster definitely wasn't going to be fitting anywhere, not that he'd have liked that were it not the case! "M-maybe we should just play a game, like we always do? You always like playing cat and mouse-cat."

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Truthfully, Fiona didn't really know how much fun she could actually have with him, but she was quite sure they'd find out. Besides, she'd already come this far, there was no point in backing down now, it would just end up making things even more awkward, she presumed.

"Hmm... that's an interesting proposition, bro, but you know what? How about instead of the cat, we play with... the snake?" She told him, with a wide smile as she brought her thighs together, and slid the front of her shorts down, pressing down on the bulge and gradually unveiling the thick base of her shaft, very much like a snake slithering out of it's lair. Fiona's rod wasn't absurdly huge, but she could certainly put most other men and herms to shame... And after a moment, the cock that was somewhere beyond three times the size of her own brother as he was now, it's tip cleared the waist band of her shorts and sprung up, swaying eagerly and practically pointed right at him. She dropped her shorts to her knees, exposing now the nearly soft-ball sized orbs that hung beneath her shaft.

She grinned at him, and leaned down, down all the way until she was pressing her front against the bed, and her face was inches away from him yet again. She bent her knees behind her, like a scorpion, and reached one arm back behind her...

...and she flailed her hand for a moment, brow furrowing before she glanced back. "Oh, for..." She growled, realizing her shorts had dropped back down onto her thighs. She arched her legs even more, reached her arm even more, managing to grab her shorts and pull them back down her legs, but not before softly hissing as her legs went back down once she'd pulled her shorts free.

"Ow, cramp, cramp, cramp" She muttered as she stretched one leg out to the side, looking back at it. Her ass WAS on display as well, although clearly Fiona had gotten distracted from whatever game plan she'd had in mind. She tossed the shorts aside and sighed, her face a little red as she turned it back to face her brother. A smirk split across her face, she pushed some hair out of her eyes. She chuckled. "...fuck, well... so much for the big bad tiger act" She remarked, propping her face up with one hand as smirked at him. Her eyes were on him, but with the glint of mischief briefly snuffed out, it was clear that she looked at him with... adoration, with love, with appreciation. No matter how playful and troublesome she was, those were eyes that cared. She was a big tiger for sure, but the bad was all for show.

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Nova could only watch as Fiona toyed with him even more, and as she seductively tried to pull her shorts down.. She managed that much, and that building of a spire rose and surged towards him, released from its confines with a wave of heat as he looked along her smooth crotch, her gleaming shaft, and then those balls each bigger than he was too! He backed up a couple steps, practically making no distance between them as Fiona lowered herself down. Was she going to be a snake? That might make the game... actually possible if she wasn't going to use her arms or legs!

He perked up as she smiled down at him, with bright gleaming eyes, and then he winced as her act started to fall apart with comical problems, he couldn't help giggling, his tail flicking about, though it quickly broke as she started to feel a cramp, immediately going into concerned brother mode... not that he could even offer a hand before she had settled herself in again. "Ha... well... I think this is where the director yells 'Cut!' and we get set up again. We'll have lots of time to practice... or at least, I do. Not much else for me to do after all," he'd murmur as he stepped closer, and actually leaned forward, planting a tiny kiss on the tip of Fiona's nose, taking in this sweet moment.

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Fiona's eyes crossed as she watched her brother approach her face, and when she felt his little kiss, she couldn't help but little a shiver of happiness flush through her whole body, a purr of satisfaction, approval, appreciation, buzzing out from her throat. Though it may have felt comparatively like a bug had flapped it's wings against her, to her mind it was far from that. "You're a sweet guy, bro... here, let me have some of this action too" She told him softly, before puckering her lips and gently pressing them against, well... Nova's everything. It was just a little kiss, same as his, though the scale of it was vastly different, her lips touching his face, his chest, his abdomen, his whole front all at once.

"All the kinky stuff aside, I kinda miss being able to just hug you the most" Fiona admitted. "I mean sure I could literally smother you with any part of me, but I miss having you in my arms, me being in yours... groping each other's asses, me rubbing against you" She said, wistfully. She gave a sigh but still smiled at him.

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Nova smiled a little brighter. There was one sound that was his favorite. He liked to have a noise machine when he slept. Crashing waves, white noise, songbirds, thunderstorms, they were all nice, well the blanket noise not so much, but there was one sound he liked more that no noise machine could produce: the sound of his sister purring with happiness. The two of them had bunk beds when they were little, and he could always tell when she was having a good dream from the sound of her purring up above him. The sound now at this small size was amplified, and filled him with his own sense of happiness and comfort whenever he heard it, even when she was doing so in a state of mischief.

He couldn't move then, as she kissed over his whole front! She was close to being able to just suck him in, as he pressed to her lips, shivering, trying to keep the suction of her kiss on his chest and neck, and less over his waist. He mewed a little as she spoke, and gave a light tap on her lips, still so close to him. "That might be true... there's a lot we can't do now... but we'll just have to look ahead, and we can surely find all sorts of things we can do now that we couldn't do before! And then we can just enjoy those things as much as we can, rather than reminiscing on what we don't have anymore."

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Fiona smiled back at him as she wiggled a little closer, pulling over one of her pillows from the headboard. "That's a pretty good way to think about it... We should definitely make the most of this... never know, the chance of a cure could come every next day, so let's make them all count" She said, as she tenderly reached over and picked him up between her fingers gently, once again. He wasn't on this ride for long, as all she was doing was lifting him on to the cushion she'd pulled over, before then resting her head on it, watching him from the other side of the pillow. The pressure of her sideways face probably made the floor beneath him slope towards her, so his footing might get a little slippy, but she wasn't intentionally trying to make him roll towards her face.

She just happily lay there, looking at him. She'd turned her body now, so that her chest and crotch were one again exposed, but despite their rather distracting sizes, she wasn't purposefully flaunting them; She was just innocently laying there, naked, all of her there for him to see.

"You're super cute like this, you know that?" She told him, chuckling softly. "I mean, you were always cute of course, but when you're this little, it's like you're so... precious, so adorable... I just want to keep you close at all times... and yeah, I kinda wanna toy with you too, but maybe that's just the naughty kitty in me" She said with a snicker, before cupping her palm sideways and putting it behind him, almost like a wall, but more as an embrace for him to lean on or nuzzle up to than an actual barricade of some sorts.

"Hey, if it was you, or it was me, I'm glad we still got to stay together... I'd trade places with you anytime if I could, and those doctors won't be running any weird, experimental tests or whatever 'clinical trials' they called it on you while I'm around, 'kay?" She assured him with a smile. "...Do you want me to go get the Pocky? Or do you wanna head back downstairs, do something else?" She asked him.


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"Well I hope that you are from one of those bloodlines," the dragon man told her as he stood up. "Get your weapons. We're getting started now."

He had to admit that he would have liked to simply consummate their agreement right then and there... but he had the sense that there really was a sense of urgency and that his new acquisition wouldn't be able to relax properly until her quest had been dealt with. And he had to admit... the possibility for adventure intrigued him.

Brand carried the blond warrioress back out to the vicinity of the tear she had arrived from. Using his inherent magical power and his long-accumulated knowledge he was able to open the rift a second time, this time accompanying her through it.

What followed was a wild series of challenges and battles that Brand had to admit he had never expected. Colorful characters seemed to be everywhere, ranging from a wild-haired samurai to a weirdly flexible contortionist S&M freak to an owl-headed man to an undead pirate. Some he let Sophitia handle. Others he simply swatted out of the battle zone for a ring-out victory (in the case of the pirate the dragon hit hard for distance, literally batting the creature halfway across the island where they encountered it). When they ran across an attractive female, though, Brand let Sophitia earn the win, then gobbled up the defeated one.

Finally, though, the pair confronted the possessed knight that wielded the cursed blade. Though the dragon had put on a courageous front when he faced the vile weapon, he would admit later that the sight of that horrible eye in the blade had freaked him out a bit. The battle wad been a very close thing, with Brand forced to use his lightning breath several times before the cursed warrior went down. He was nearly exhausted by the time Sophitia finally shattered the accursed blade and strongly suspected that the world he was visiting was considerably cleaner for it.

That done, the dragon tiredly scooped up his prize and returned home... whereupon he collapsed into his bedding the first chance he got. He was fairly sure he could rely on the honor of Sophitia to not try to escape while he rested.

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Considering all she had experienced so far, Sophitia wasn't sure what to think by the time they managed to finish their quest. He was a capable warrior, greater than even the best she had known and seeing him in action made one feel a mix of awe and dread at the same time. And the way he took down many of their enemies was unique in a way... though she was uncertain about his habits of swallowing up a defeated female warrior.

Sophitia said nothing as they returned to his home and she took one last look behind her before they disappeared back. A deal was a deal, and Brand certainly earned his keep after everything. She watched as he collapsed into the bedding, tired and exhausted. Though he did most of the work, the young woman herself tried to relax herself before heading off to her own makeshift room she had originally been placed in. She'll wait and see what happens after he wakes up.

And as for the lovely morsels he now had stored within, who knows if they would stay there for long? There was an assortment of them after all of differing looks and types.

[User] Brand patted his belly full of prisoners. "Relax, your time will come," he murmured as he settled down. It would be some hours later, after his prisoners had been appropriately brainwashed, that the dragon finally awoke. He resumed his human form and sought out the blond bombshell in her room. He appeared in her doorway and leaned against the frame, tossing his long auburn hair from his face... and looking sexy as hell.

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Sophitia was actually sleeping, blankets covering her voluptuous form before she seemed to sense the presence of someone at the doorway. Sophitia slowly rose, her long blonde hair still tied up in a braid though she was clad in material of similar looks to her old outfit. Just without the sandals and her weapons. They were safely laid to the side and as she turned towards Brand, she gave a little gasp. He was gorgeous.

A blush could be seen on her cheeks as she realized what would be happening soon. It was a promise, an agreement for the greater good. And she wasn't going to back away from it. Which meant... she was willing to act the part.

"Did you forget something, my dear?" Sophitia said, a smile on her face as she laid on her side, as if to invite him in.

[User] Brand grinned, evidently buying into her act. He sauntered over to the bed and casually hopped into it right next to her. Unfortunately he underestimated his size and weight and very nearly bounced the poor woman right out of the bed. He managed a hasty grab that kept her from being tossed to the floor on the other side. "Sorry," He said with a grin. "You look lovely. Nice dress," he added as he looked down her body. "How about you take it off."

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Sophitia let out a gasp of alarm as she was bounced up on the bed before feeling his strong hands grab at her and then brought her back for a softer landing. That was exciting in a way, and as he complimented her looks, Sophitia reached up to touch his face with a coy grin on her face.

"Without anything to worry about right now, why be so... basic? Don't you wish to peel off my dress yourself? It would make me really happy." she told him, her chest rising and falling, their bodies very close to each other.

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The dragon grinned as he took a hold her dress at the shoulders. He yanked down hard, loudly shredding the seams and peeling the cloth away from her pale flesh. His eyes widened at the sight of her nearly flawless skin. He tugged and yanked until her tunic was torn from her body, leaving her in bare scraps. He seized a grip on her top and underwear and pulled them away as well, tossing them away and completely forgetting about them.

He reached out and caressed one of her perfect orbs capped by the only slightly less pale areolae and the pebble-like nipple that capped it. "Lovely," he breathed as he leaned towards her, his body heating up noticeably.

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Her breathing intensified as she closed her eyes. She could feel the touch of his hands on her shoulders, feeling them pull down and tear apart the upper half of her clothes. He was quite the forceful one and she... got a little bit excited about it. He continued on, tearing at her clothes and then even her underclothes were removed as well, leaving her bare for his eyes alone.

She let out a moan of approval as he began to caress one of her breasts, arcing her back as she laid back and pressing herself so much closer. His touch was lighting a fire in the young woman and Sophitia anticipated a rather vigorous experience.

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Brand lowered his head and began suckling on her breast even as he rolled on to her. He liked the way their bodies fit together. She would make a fine addition. Her scent, her feel... he could tell he'd found a quality harem girl right away. He began grinding himself against her, ready to take this young amazon for his pleasure but wanting to give her as good a ride as he could before he did. He teased her mercilessly as he fondled the other breast with one free hand and gripped her hair with the other.

Yes... she'd fit in just fine right next to Allura and the rest...

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Sophitia let out soft moans as he rolled onto her, the woman's eyes staring up at the ceiling with an expression of bliss on her face as he suckled on her generously-endowed breasts. She could feel his body grinding against her, the touch of skin touching skin sending shivers through her as she bent one knee up in response. Already, things were heating up and she laid there and writhed underneath his touch.

He was squeezing and fondling her other breast now and when he gripped her hair, she couldn't help but let out another moan. "Ah...! May I... get on my hands and knees?" she asked him almost pleadingly.

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"Get down before me," Brand growled as he helped turn the girl over. Once she was in position, her ass against his hips and her head pulled back by her long blond hair, Brand slid his manhood into her folds. Clearly this girl liked being dominated, so he took the reins and entered her right away. She was so hot and soft already that it was easy. Soon she was rocking forward and back, her big pale breasts swinging and her behind being pumped against the dragon's hips.

Much like with Allura, Brand started slowly and worked his way up to more rapid pounding. It wasn't long before he was drilling her hard and fast, filling her with ecstasy with every thrust. He wondered how long she'd be able to hold out.

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"With pleasure, my dear." Sophitia replied, getting down on all fours as she positioned herself right underneath him. She was indulging her fantasies this way, and she could feel his hips right against her soft and supple behind. And then she felt him pull back on the braid of her hair, her head tilting back as she enjoyed this provocative position.

There was no waiting. He slid his manhood right into her waiting folds, causing Sophitia to let out a load, and longer moan of pleasure. He fit in quite tightly and each back and forth motion sent her through throes of ecstatic bliss. Her large breasts swung like pendulums, begging to be fondled as she was pounded quicker and quicker.

Surprisingly, she didn't seem to tire. This was something Sophitia greatly enjoyed and she willed herself to hold out for as long as she could.

[User] Brand leaned forward until his chest rested against her back an his hands reached around her and gripped Sophitia's big heaving breasts. The dragon kneaded them aggressively as he thrust hard into her, pinching her tender nipples and massaging them with force as he had his way with her. He gripped the woman's breasts as he might have a cow's, squeezing them in a rippling sort of way with his fingers even as he forced himself on to her.

[Assistant] Sophitia closed her eyes again, relishing in the sensation as she felt him press against her back, and then his strong arms wrapping and gripping the globes of flesh on her chest. She could feel him squeezing and kneading them, pleasure being sent through her body as he continued to enter and exit her womanhood. He was so aggressive, and to be in this position as he had his way with her... the more she came to enjoy it as she cried out in pleasure, the walls of the chamber amplifying her angelic voice. She herself began to buck her body back and forth in time with his thrusts and soon, very soon, she could feel herself ready to climax once more.

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"You're not nearly the innocent you pretend to be," Brand purred in her ear as he started pumping into her harder. Her excitement added to his and he could feel himself getting closer to a climax much faster than usual. He forced himself to hold back a bit... he wanted to draw her squeals and moans out even more.

"You're going to be an excellent addition," he added as he pulled her head back by her hair. He used his grip on her as leverage to drill her good.

[Assistant] "I have... ah... experience." She moaned as he continued to pump into her. In this position, he had full control of how her body moved. And he had that advantage as he gripped her and pulled the braid of her hair back. "Ah... addition?" Sophitia wondered, her mind hazy as he drilled into her. Should she even worry about it?

[User] "Oh, don't worry about it," Brand said as he rocked her body up and down his shaft. "Ivan see you're enjoying yourself. I like that..." He could feel a good orgasm building up in him and he started pounding her even harder. Her backside slapped loudly against his hips as her naked body bounced from his thrusting. Finally he couldn't hold it back anymore and let the pleasures of her body take his seed. He groaned as he came into her, filling her with his heat and lust.

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"Mmmm...! Hnnnggg!" She grunted, her sultry voice performing admirably as her body rocked up and down. He was holding her body close and he would feel the warmth of her flesh every time their skin made contact.

When he filled her up, Sophitia experienced a blissful ecstasy, nearly blanking out as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She couldn't move, her body still basking in the afterglow.


[User] "I don't have a dating life," Anna laughed slightly and rubbed the back of her neck. "Honestly, I thought I was going to be single all my life." She told Ben then leaned slightly against the wall. She loosely crossed her arms across her chest. "So, do you think this marriage is for the best? Like merging our companies. Or for our parents benefits?" She wanted him to know what his honest thoughts were about the marriage.

[Assistant] "I want it to be for the best," Ben said after a moment's thought. "I... thought I'd be alone too. Even if you and I never get past being friends---and I hope we at least manage friendship---it's more than I had before." He gave her a wan smile. "Not that I'd object to more. You're a pretty girl---prettier than I have any right to expect, given that I'm... me." He waved vaguely at his profile. "And yeah, I want to please my parents... or at least, not displease them. That's probably a lousy motive for marriage, but... I promised myself I'd be honest with you. That's important to me---honesty, I mean."

[User] "Well, I promise to be a good wife," Anna told him. "Thank you for being honest with me. If we stay friends, then we stay friends. I don't mind, because we'll be running a great company get our parents off our asses. And I value honesty in a relationship, Honestly is important." Anna paused, "Ben you're handsome, I couldn't have wished for anyone else," she giggled.

[Assistant] Ben grinned, glad she was willing to at least be friends---because this would be a very awkward marriage if they hated each other. "So then. Let's get to know each other." Ben pushed his rolling stool towards a mini-fridge tucked under one of the work benches and got out two cans of soda, passing on to her. "Dog person or cat person?" He quirked an eyebrow, smiling. "I prefer dogs, but I can learn to tolerate cats. Not that I've had a dog---always seemed like I didn't have the time."

[User] "I am a dog person too. I do love cats, but I feel like dogs have more personality and loyalty." Anna told him and smiled opening the soda and sipping some of it. "If you could go anywhere for a vacation where would you go?" She asked him. "I have always wanted to go to Ireland and Rome. They both have beautiful scenery's and I've always wanted to go there."

[Assistant] Ben popped the tab on his can of soda and sipped, thinking. "Anywhere in the world..." He trailed off, looking towards the wall though his attention was drawn inward. "I think I'd like to see Egypt. Maybe walk through a pyramid, visit a temple." He quirked a smile at her. "Are we playing twenty questions, then? I guess it's my turn." He turned the can of soda in a circle on his workstation, watching the condensation form a smear. "What's your favorite food?"

[User] Anna laughed, "I guess it turned into twenty questions hun?" She thought about his question for a bit before moving to sit down on a chair beside him. "I actually like Teriyaki chicken. Or beef." She said and drank some more of her soda. "What's your favorite animal?" She asked and smiled slightly.

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"I guess we'll have to order Chinese next time," Ben said, smiling at her choice. "I could go for teriyaki chicken."

He fiddled with some of the bits and bobs on the worktable. "I was always fond of the big cats. Cougars, and the like. Always seemed equal parts beautiful and powerful." He smiled a little. "How about you? Not just your favorite animal---if you could have any animal for a pet, what would you want?"

[User] Anna considered his question, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "If I could have any animal as a pet..." She mused, tapping her finger against the soda can. "I'd probably choose an elephant. They're such intelligent creatures and there's just something majestic about them." She took another sip of her soda, leaning back in her chair with a thoughtful expression. "Okay, your turn again. If you had one wish that could come true right now, what would it be?"

[Assistant] Ben chuckled at her unexpected choice of an elephant for a pet but nodded appreciatively at her reasoning. He paused to consider her new question; it was more profound than their previous ones and required some thought. Finally, he looked at Anna earnestly and said, "If I had one wish... I think I'd wish for this---us getting married under these circumstances---to not feel like an obligation or transaction but something we both genuinely want." His gaze held hers as he added softly, "And maybe along the way we find happiness in each other's company."


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Saturnyn loved to call him a kid, and Gale wrinkled his nose at it every time. Never when Saturnyn could see his face, but he was caught in the act as the vampire returned to the couch, Gale's face quickly arranging itself back into a neutral expression. Or as neutral as his face could be. Even now after the attack, there was a nervous energy to his body, a quirk at the corner of his mouth like barely contained laughter, an arch to his brow that promised some inappropriate joke was on its way.

Gale pulled his legs up onto the couch and let his wings stretch out behind him, keeping conscious of the space he had. It just felt so good to move and bend them knowing he'd almost lost them forever. "I didn't have much on my mind. I just wanted to bring you something to eat plus the extra stuff, a gift. But maybe now that I'm here, we could try doing that smaller tattoo I was talking about, the de capo? I've wanted this one for a long time, and I think it's a good idea for a first tattoo. It's small, it won't take much time. What do you think?"

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"Gale you should be sleeping, not getting a tattoo," Saturnyn chided, it coming across a little bit more rough than he intended. Shit, he didn't talk to people much, and when he did everything came out sounding wrong. He sighed heavily and ran both hands through his hair, gathering it up in a low tail and tying it back with a tie he kept around his wrist.

"De capo, that's the music symbol, right?" he asked, looking back at Gale and giving him a once over. "Tell me where you wanted it again?" Depending on where Gale wanted the tattoo, Saturnyn might just veto the idea outright. Some areas hurt more to get inked than others, and he wasn't going to cause the kind any more undue pain, not if he could help it.

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"It's a musical direction, yeah. The coda is more a symbol. I'd just like the words 'de capo' written here on my collarbone." Gale sat up and tugged at the collar of his tee, exposing the ivory pale skin of his neck and the graceful wings of his collarbones. He dragged his fingers along the left one, just above the bone itself, showcasing the exact positioning he wanted. "Sylphs just form as adults. I just opened my eyes one day in a field outside Chicago and that was how I was 'born.' I just began. So I want the tattoo that'll represent that. De capo, 'from the beginning,'" Gale finished, his expression soft and thoughtful, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

That pale grey gaze flicked up to Saturnyn as if he'd only just realized his rambling and his cheeks paled with a blush. He flashed a sheepish grin and let his shirt fall back into place, reaching up to rake back his unruly blond waves. "It should be quick. Then you can send me on my way with a scolding for staying up past my bedtime."

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Each shift had more of Gale's scent wafting over towards him, but with the baring of his neck, Saturnyn couldn't stop his nostrils from flaring and his pupils from going wide. The thing was, he couldn't tell whether or not Gale was doing it on purpose. The glances he gave him and the flirty smiles were not unnoticed, just ignored. Saturnyn wasn't looking for a tryst with some injured younger-than-him sylph. And he definitely wasn't looking for an actual relationship. In fact, the flirting Gale was doing made him rather uncomfortable.

Still, he watched the finger trail across Gale's collar bone, trying to focus on just plotting the tattoo. "You have a font you want it in? Any stylized letters?" He wasn't able to tear his eyes away from Gale's throat until the collar of his shirt went back. Did this kid even KNOW what he was doing, teasing him like that. Had Saturnyn been any younger or any hungrier, Gale might not have a throat left to show off.

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Gale didn't miss the slow inhale from Saturnyn as he bared his neck, or that the vampire seemed immediately more relaxed when Gale covered up again. Not for the first time, Gale let his gaze follow the brutal lines of scars raked across the right half of Saturnyn's face as he wondered what could do that. They didn't diminish his beauty in the slightest, only giving him a severe and almost sad look as it dragged the corner of his mouth down slightly. Whatever had happened, it hadn't been a pleasant experience for the vampire. It seemed to Gale that Saturnyn was almost uncomfortable with his own nature, and he suspected that Saturnyn hadn't been turned for the right reasons.

"There was only one font I liked," Gale said, breaking from his thoughts to wiggle his phone from his pocket. He pulled up the image he'd saved, a screenshot from a font website. "I'd want the letters all lowercase." He turned the phone for Saturnyn to look, straightening his posture a bit. He let his hair slip over his shoulders, hiding most of his neck from view. He was starting to get the impression that his flirting wasn't being well received, and Gale wasn't one to shove brick walls.

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As Gale took a moment too long to answer, his gaze on Saturnyn's face, Saturnyn's expression hardened and his eyes narrowed slightly. He was used to the stares, more than used to them really, but that didn't quite stop the flare of anger he felt as Gale's gaze lingered before shifting to his phone. Either people looked at him with disgust, or pity, and he needed neither of those things. Gale's take on it seemed to be leaning towards pity, and he hated that one more. Gale moved on though, and Saturnyn pushed his feelings to the side. He could deal with them later. Or never.

He looked at the phone, taking note of the way the letters curved and looped. "Send that to me, I'm going to need it for reference," he said, his tone clipped and edging on rude. He was drawing back into himself, and wanted to be alone for the rest of the night. Hopefully he could get this tattoo done and get Gale the fuck out of here. What had he been thinking, taking him up to his apartment like this?

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Saturnyn's clipped sentence gave him pause for just a moment before Gale gave a nod and sent the vampire the screenshot, unusually still and quiet. There was a slow intake of breath as Gale looked around the apartment one more time, then he honed that eerily pale gaze on Saturnyn. "Okay. I understand that it wasn't nice to flash my neck the way I did and I'm sorry for that. And I'm starting to understand that my flirting is making you uncomfortable, which is the furthest thing from what I want. You're my friend, I think, and I want to keep you close, so I'll back off. But now I've got the impression that you're angry with me for something."

Gale turned fully to face Saturnyn, back straight. "I know you're quiet and guarded and you're not very social, but I'm starting to learn your tells. And right now you seem upset with me. If this is a bad time, I can always go home and we can try again another night. But I don't want to leave when I've upset you, not without working out what went wrong."

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At first Saturnyn just sat there for a moment, blinking like an owl, but he soon grimaced and looked away, teeth bared in a way that showed off just how sharp they were, especially his fangs. He looked away, feeling his chest start to constrict, making it hard to breathe, so he just stopped, deciding that he didn't need to right now. Fuck Gale and his perceptive nature. He didn't want to do this right now. He just wanted to be alone.

Were those... tears pricking at his eyes? He blinked them away and finally managed to take a breath, trying to steady himself. "Nothing's wrong," he said, though that was such an obvious lie that even he winced as soon as it left his mouth. "I just get in bad moods." The ‘it's not your fault' was right on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say it. Not only because he didn't want to put the blame on himself, but also because it was kind of Gale's fault, even if he didn't meant to do anything.


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Anna did give a small laugh at Mackenzie offering to run the next drugs for free. "Your pay was little more than a pittance. Running them for free would be all the same as floating a few thousand your way" she hissed as she moved around behind Mackenzie again. She admired the pink bra and how it contrasted against the skin of her captive. She rolled her eyes when Mackenzie wasn't following along.

Silently she eased her black panties down from under her dress. It even surprised herself with how wet they already were as she stepped out of them. She smiled as she suddenly slipped the panties over Mackenzie's head, positioning the wet crotch right over the blonde girl's nose and mouth so every breath would inhale her sex scent. She fixed her dress and came back around, sitting back down with legs slightly spread. If Mackenzie would look she'd be able to see the perfectly bare pussy with swollen, darkened lips hiding underneath.

"Does that clear anything up for you?" she mused, leaning forward and pressing the panties against Mackenzie's face a little harder so she could feel how wet Anna was. "If I let you stay here, you'll need to get used to that smell. That taste. So take a sampling. Lick them like a good junkie slut."

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The actions of Anna gave Mackenzie a better idea of what was expected of her. Though confused at this, she looked at Anna and nodded. "Y... yes... I think so."

She licked the panties, while trying not to feel grossed out. Sure, she had eaten pussy before. In fact, she had done just a day earlier but that was in the safe comfort of her own bedroom with a girl she actually loved. A girl that was, according to Anna at least, now being raped by men. Mackenzie shook the thoughts off her mind. If she herself were to have any chance of getting out of this place, wherever that was, she had to play along. So while not in the comfort of her bedroom but in a cold, bare and damp cell, she sniffed the panties, licked them and then began to suckle on it.

"Miss?" Mackenzie looked at Anna again. "I think I know what you want me to do but I will be better at it in a more... comfortable setting and with my hands free to move."

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Anna scoffed as the captive girl had the audacity to ask to be more comfortable. "Of course. A twit like you should be in a much different position" she said angrily, walking to grab the keys to the cuffs that were holding Mackenzie in the chair.

She kept Mackenzie's legs cuffed together and arms restrained behind her, but did release the binds around her chest and lap. Quickly, she grabbed Mackenzie's hair and pulled, urging her to her feet. "Well let's go get you comfy then" she said as she started walking, pulling Mackenzie along to the door and out. She walked down the hallway to a seemingly random door, but all the doors had a purpose behind them.

Inside was a black bench in the middle of another type of cell. Leather straps hung off the wall as Anna pulled Mackenzie to the bench. "I'll uncuff you and you climb on this bench. Feet go back by your ass. Arms above your head. Try anything and you'll have three dicks pumping in you by sundown, in a bed right next to your girlfriend. Ex... girlfriend" she added with a small laugh as she unclasped the cuffs and patted on the bench.

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Mackenzie wasn't sure what she had expected but when she was taken off the chair, she felt a little hope. Sure she knew she wasn't getting out of here, not yet but at least her captor would listen to reason. Carefully she hobbled after Andrea as well as her tied legs and ankles would allow her. Even if she was paying attention to where she was and where she was going, all the doors and corridors looked the same and she'd get confused soon enough.

Eventually she was taken into a room that scared her a little. The bench she was told to get on didn't look like a good place to be at but protesting was futile, she knew that.

With the door behind her locked, her ankle and arm restraints were taken off and meekly she climbed on the bench. Even with her clothes still on, she felt extremely vulnerable. She shivered as she lay still, expecting Andrea to soon come and restrain her again. And maybe more. "Please... I'll do whatever you want... Let Stephany go please. She has nothing to do with this..."

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Anna walked around the room as Mackenzie climbed into the bench, assuming the position she was instructed. An eye roll as Mackenzie reference her girlfriend once again. Anna approached, holding the thick leather straps. She placed the first around Mackenzie's waist, clasping it underneath so it would be unreachable while she worked on the others.

"You'll do what I want regardless of what happens to Stephanie" Anna quickly clarified, placing another strap just under Mackenzie's breasts and pulling it tight. She moved to Mackenzie's arms, holding her wrists together and cuffing them to the head of the bench. Now Mackenzie was locked in place, but not good enough as Anna moved to her legs.

She strapped the legs in place, nice and wide apart, now leaving Mackenzie fully exposed and vulnerable. Now was when she could truly have her fun, and she wasted no time showing her intentions. She stood in view of Mackenzie, reaching back and sliding the zipper of her dress down before pulling it off. Her nipples were already hard atop her perky D cup breasts as she tossed the dress aside, walking close to Mackenzie. She could feel the heat between her legs as she climbed onto the bench, straddling Mackenzie's stomach, already leaving a patch of wetness on the girl's belly. "Now, what was it you said? You'd do whatever I want?" she teased as she ran her hands up and cupped Mackenzie's breasts firmly, rubbing her wet pussy over the girl's tight stomach.

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As Anna strapped her in place, Mackenzie couldn't help but let a few tears of fear and of what fate might have befallen her girlfriend. Everything was her fault, not Steph's. She had stolen drugs from Anna thinking she could outsmart a seasoned criminal and do so without consequences. Now she lay here, strapped half naked to some deeply uncomfortable device. It was nothing though compared to what Steph had to go through.

She watched Anna undress and soon felt her on top of her. Mackenzie could feel the warmth off Anna on her stomach and bit her lip in fear and discomfort when Anna's hands cupped her breasts. "Please..." It was a broken, almost pathetic whimper that came out of Mackenzie's mouth. "I... I'm sorry... Please... what are you going to do to me?"

She knew by now that pleading for mercy was pointless. She was strapped down in the hands of the crime lord. Of course she was going to do whatever Anna wanted. What choice did she have. So instead of begging for things that wouldn't happen, she at least wanted to know what she was facing.

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Anna smiled as she saw Mackenzie breaking. This is what she needed, to make the girl feel alone and helpless, to make her girlfriend a distant memory. Once she had fully broken and domesticated the girl, maybe she'd send an updated picture of Steph sipping a cocktail on a foreign beach somewhere, but for now she needed the leverage so she didn't have to hurt that pretty face instead.

Anna's hands slid down and then lifted up the bra, pushing it over Mackenzie's breasts as the girl begged to know what she was facing. She found the perky nipples, twisting and pulling at them as she continued to lightly grind on Mackenzie's stomach. "I suppose I could just kill you, dump your body in the desert" she said passively, as if it were an order she'd executed before.

She scooted up, her pussy now seated above Mackenzie's breasts, clearly visible to Mackenzie. "Unless you prove you have some talents I could use. I have needs, after all, that I think a pretty girl like you could help me with" she said as she knew the scent of her sex would likely be noticeable to Mackenzie with how close she'd moved. "Is that even a life worth living though? Would you rather I send you off to a brothel or on a one way car ride out in the deep, dark desert with some of my men?" She slid a hand down and rubbed her pussy, then brought her glistening fingers up towards Mackenzie's fingers, as if to suck on them if she agreed to be Anna's toy.


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Rowan frowned at him. "Nobody knows what I look like Michael. I've been locked inside the castle, no pictures taken beside by the photographer. And my father was very strict, forcing him to do his work there so he couldn't sell the pictures of the 'long forgotten prince'." He crossed his arms but soon they uncrossed when he was suddenly grabbed off of the sand and into the arms of the knight once again.

"Michael!" The prince squealed as he looked back at the water. He wasn't afraid, but it got his blood pumping as he squirmed around uselessly. The knight had a firm grip and he knew he couldn't fight him off. "Hey don't, don't DON'T!" He was laughing as he screamed as he was suddenly dropped into the water. He landed with a splash as he splashed around, relaxing and letting himself float in the shallow water. "That was mean," He hissed playfully.

He got onto his knees now and sent a mini wave to crash up into Michael, soaking his lower half. The prince was like a child, splashing him the best that he could.

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"No, but they know you're with me and they'll figure out we're together." Michael pointed out as he got further into the water. Once at a reasonable depth, he dropped Rowan into the water. It wasn't a hard drop, of course, as they weren't deep enough for it not to harm the prince.

Grinning, he walked his way a bit deeper before spinning around and splashing Rowan; sending a larger wave than he intended. "Hey, I'm never nice. Nor do I play fair." The ex knight pointed out. The water was cold according to Michael. Perhaps it was warm to most, but being a fire element, anything and everything that wasn't fire was cold.

Dropping down lower, he focused his gaze on the prince; the water up to his nose, much like one would when pretending to be a shark. Needless to say, he didn't talk and slowly approached Rowan while using his arms to crawl on the muddy ocean floor.

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"Oh no, the big bad Michael is going to eat me up," Rowan smiled, a little intimidated with the stare the other was giving and the fact he could only see the top half of his head. He let the other get rather close before he dove into the shallow water and swam deeper at an impressive speed. When he popped back up he was at his neck, sticking his tongue out playfully.

"Only fast monsters can get me," He teased as the waves started picking up a bit, the water forcing them rock around a bit. He loved the cool ocean, though the salty taste wasn't the best as his tongue pulled back into his mouth.

Lifting his hand he motions for the other to come deeper with him. "It's plenty shallow for you as you're a lot bigger," He said, kicking his feet off of the muddy ocean floor so that he was floating carefree on his back. Naturally, he was bobbing around from the never-resting ocean.

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Michael managed to get close before Rowan took off at impressive speed. Speed that he couldn't dream of matching. Obligingly, he followed after the prince; knowing he wouldn't be able to catch Rowan if he went too far or unless Rowan allowed him to. Lifting his head up enough to speak, Michael sneered. "Don't make me sick Solis on you." He teased; knowing the dog was far behind them and staying in the safer, more shallow area of the shore.

Eventually, he stood back up and pushed against the waves. "You know I'm a terrible swimmer. Actually, I can't swim at all." Michael pointed out. He had tried during his training, but failed the swimming course. If it wasn't his ability to ace the rest of his training, Michael would have never became a knight. Just because he couldn't swim, however, didn't mean he would give up rescuing a drowning person. It just meant that he would jump in, risk himself, and toss the other on shore as fast as he could.

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"Really?" Rowan said, a little shocked that he didn't know how to swim at all. He pondered on that for a moment and stopped floating so he was standing on the muddy floor. He wanted to show Michael how to at least float. If he got lost at sea for whatever reason, he could float and not drown. "Even if you can't swim, everyone can float... And when you float you can kick your legs a bit and move." He explained, even though he had some trouble learning how to float and swim.

"All you have to do is let your body go limp and you float to the surface. If you don't panic and start flailing around and hyperventilating, you'll float," He picked his feet up and took a moment before he was perfectly balanced at the surface of the water. "But, with the ocean you get waves and... normally you'd pop to the top of the water, but they can keep you under and drown you," He once again straightened himself and gently tapped his lovers legs.

"Now, lift your feet and pretend like you're laying down. Don't shift and just breathe," If he did flail and go under, he was plenty tall to just stand right back on his own two feet.

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Rubbing the back of his neck, Michael shrugged. He had never thought about his inability to swim as a bad thing. Those he protected never went near water that was too deep or too wild for him to jump in and retrieve his target. "Oh, no, I can't float either. I swim as well as a rock does. Maybe skip a few times if thrown, but I'll just sink." He chuckled softly. Even if he was an excellent swimmer, the water would eventually zap the energy out of him. Being trapped in the ocean? He was as good as dead.

Listening to Rowan explain how to float, he lowered himself down into the water. Hesitating, Michael slowly lifted his feet to try and float. Unfortunately, he merely fell underneath the water. Surfacing, he muttered and wiped his eyes clear. "Lay down on water? Is that even possible?" Michael frowned. Regardless, he wasn't one to give up easily. He tried, and failed twice more before resurfacing and grumbling further.

"If I ever get stranded out to sea, I'm a dead man." Michael sighed. "I'm not worried about floating. I don't think I'll be going out to see anytime soon." The ex knight explained; stepping closer to Rowan before he finally snatched the prince and pulled him closer. "I gotcha!"

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Rowan watched excitedly as Michael attempted to float. He thought that maybe he was a little better at something than the knight. But, when the other just sank he frowned, worried situations starting to flood his head that were completely unrealistic. He thought about Michael drowning and being unable to fight off the waves and just dies right before his fingers reach him. Then he thought of a shark eating them up, or a jellyfish paralyzing them somehow. Completely unrealistic fears that would never actually happen, probably.

"If you're stranded in the ocean I will be right there to help you," Rowan said with a frown, as if Michael thought he was ever going to leave his side ever again, especially near water. And when he was scooped closer he smiled brightly and pressed his lips gently against his, not minding the salty taste. Pulling back he purred, "I got you."

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"Hm, I appreciate that." Michael smiled. He believed Rowan would be there for him if the situation allowed it. Granted, he'd rather be the one there for Rowan, but Michael wasn't so prideful that he would deny Rowan's help and risk his life.

Returning the kiss, the ex knight wrapped his arms around the other. "You got me?" He mused. "I guess you do, don't you?" Michael didn't mind, of course. He loved Rowan, and if it was Rowan who had him wrapped around his finger, then so be it. In a way, that was true. Michael would do anything for the prince; even die for him, so Rowan certainly did have Michael in a tight grasp.


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Adira looked over the wrapping job the nurse had done on his hand, watching her inspect her job as she tilted his hand right and left. Nodding softly to herself, the nurse placed a gentle hand against the young man's back. "Pain meds, and ice, okay?" she spoke to him, offering a warm smile before returning to Adira's side to extend a clipboard to her.

"The doctor said that you can be discharged now, so we just need your signature." she offered her a pen, holding it steady as Adira scribbled her name across the paper. The nurse nodded, gathering the pen and paper, setting them to the side of Adira's bed before removing the IV for her and returning her clothes in a plastic bag. Turning, she gripped the paper and pen together as her shoes announced her exit.

"You may get dressed and head out whenever you're ready." she spoke over her shoulder. Adira gently rubbed the back of her hand, taking note of the gauze band-aid over the small indent in her skin. She brought her body upwards, swinging her legs over the bed gently before looking at Kai. Her hand reached up, fingers curling around the curtain to sling it around, creating a barrier between them so she could get dressed privately.

[Assistant] Kai sighed and nodded. "G-Guess I w-won't be doing any writing anytime s-soon.." He said. He listened and watching his eyes gazing over Adira as she scribbled her name on the clipboard. He was glad she could leave breathing a sigh of relief. As the nurse left Kai watched Adira get up only to see her close the curtain. His face grew warm and slowly turned red as he realized she was changing. Turning around so he wasn't looking at the curtain. "Uh... when you are r-r-ready to l-leave... I'll d-drive y-you back to your car.." He said nervously now. The fact that she was getting changed nearby made him self conscious.

[User] Adira took only a minute to get herself dressed before pulling back the curtain once more. She looked down at the man and grabbed her purse, wearing the same clothes as the night before. "That would be great, thank you." She replied, walking past him towards the door.

[Assistant] Kai nodded his head as she said it would be great and followed after her. However he realized she didn't know the way to his car so picked up the pace and led the way himself. Down to the parking garage and to his car he opened the passenger door for her and once she was in he slid into the drivers seat.

[User] Adira tucked her legs into the car, reaching to the side as she curled her fingers around the door, pulling it to her side. She turned her shoulder towards the back of the seat, bending her elbow so her fingers could find the buckle of the seatbelt, slinging it over her chest and tummy before clicking it on her other side securely in place. "I should really be thanking you again." She muttered out under her breath, her eyes following his movements as he got into the driver's seat. "Whenever you want to go on that date, I'm game." She let the corners of her lips pull gently upwards, trying to be more cordial with the man who rescued her.

[Assistant] Kai clicked open the door before he got in and sat down. The click of the buckle as he got in and started the car. He heard her speak and turned to look at her as she smiled, his cheeks turning red as he saw a smile. "Oh uh... w-well... how about t-tomorrow?" He offered as he put the car in reverse and started to back out of the parking spot. "Unless you are busy."

[User] "I actually have a free day tomorrow, believe it or not. My manager is allowing me to breathe for once." Adira giggled softly, her eyes darting around at the outside world beside her. "How about eight o'clock?" She suggested, her head barely tilting to allow her ear to pick up his response.

[Assistant] Kai breathed with relief as she said she was free. The corners of his lips tilting up. "Eight t-tomorrow night sounds good. I'll need your number so we can communicate." He replied. About ten minutes of driving soared by as the two made some small talk. They came back to the parking lot and he pulled up next to her car. "Well here we are. S-safe and sound, and you don't need to thank me so m-much. I just did what was right." He said gently as he pulled out his phone to exchange numbers.

[User] Adira's fingers curled around her phone that rested in her purse, pulling it out to click the soft touch button on the side. The screen lit up, offering her finger the cue to swipe across and unlock her contact list. She lifted her phone towards him, reaching over to take his in her hands as her fingers tapped across the device, entering her ten-digit number before handing it back to him. "There you go, Kai." She found his eyes with hers, tilting her head with a soft grin.

[Assistant] Kai was surprised as she offered her phone but quickly understood as the two exchanged phones. He took her phone in his hands and entered his ten digit number. As he offered her phone back their eyes met and his face burned as it grew red once more. He returned her smile and gave the phone back as he gingerly took his phone back. "Alright... uh... d-drive home safe... text me when you get home..." He said gently.

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"I will, thank you." Adira let her hand move freely to tilt left and right before she moved it towards the car door, pulling the small metal handle towards her before she pressed the door open, ducking her head under the roof before shutting it swiftly behind her. Her heels clicked lightly against the pavement before she picked up speed, trotting as her hair danced to and fro against her back before she climbed into her vehicle to begin her drive home.

After she made it safely into her parking spot, she got herself inside and began to wash up. She stood silently in the shower, her eyes closed in relaxation as the cascading warmth of the water touched every nerve and sore muscle her body had to offer. The dampened hair clinging to the soft framing of her face as she slicked her hair back over her head, turning her back to allow the water to massage her shoulders. The steam censored her, allowing her to bend over and grab the lilac shampoo she had come to favorite. Her soft humming carrying through the bathroom, echoing gently as her sound reverberated off the walls.

After she washed off the funk of the hospital, she stepped out onto the soft purple plush bathmat, allowing her feet to sink softly as the towel wrapped around her body. She quickly ran a hand towel of the same hue across her fingers, her eyes darting to the phone to message Kai that she was home safely.

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Kai watched to make sure Adira at least made it out if the parking lot before he sped off. Driving back to his apartment. Once he entered he was greeted to whining and a mess on the floor. He had forgotten about his puppy. "OK Abby, I'm here... I'll get you some f-food." He said to the small beagle puppy filling her water and food bowl before cleaning up after her. He was gonna take her out to use the bathroom after the concert but then the whole thing with Adira happened. After he finished cleaning and feeding Abby he looked around his apartment.

It was a one room loft apartment. Technically two rooms since the bathroom was a separate room under the stairs. The first floor was a kitchen and living room. Stairs led up to an open bedroom. As he stood there his phone went off and he smiled to see Adira text. Messaging back "Great. So how does 7 PM tomorrow sound?"


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Jessie smiled at him when she spotted the familiar face, nodding to his words. She already had a beer in her hand to start herself off. "I got bored waiting so I got my own to start, but how about a couple of shots to really get this party rolling?" She grinned and gestured for the bartender to come over. She ordered two shots for them and would let him pay for their drinks. "So, how long have you been in the gang? It's been a while since I've been allowed back in the main base so I'm not too caught up on what's been going down." She chuckled, finishing her beer while she waited for him to speak for a moment. Then she remembered something.

"My name is Jessie by the way. I'm Markus' niece but no one is supposed to know that." She rolled her eyes, figuring it would be best to get that warning out of the way. Now he knew what he was in for if Markus found or if he didn't play his cards right. He couldn't blame her for not being honest now.

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Cal raised a brow at her comment about being bored. He checked his watch. He had gotten there exactly at ten. He wondered when she had gotten there. Once they made it to the bar he slide into a stool. He watched her flag down the bartender and smirked when she ordered a couple shots. He gave a nod to the bartender and handed over some cash. Cal came here often enough so he knew the bartender working tonight. He gave Cal a look seeing him there with a girl was odd. Cal usually came here alone because no one from the gang came here so no one knew him in that way. For all they know he was simply a regular. Cal grabbed his shot and paused at her question. He looked to the bartender and was glad to see he had moved on and was out of hearing shot. Cal threw back his shot and grabbed the beer that the bartender had set down for him.

"So, first off. I come here because no one from the gang comes out here. So no one here knows about that," He said in a low tone. "But only for a couple of years." He said then paused as she spoke her name. He gave a nod. Markus' niece. Well this could be very bad for him if he was not careful. "I am Cal," he offered as well. "Markus' niece. I guess I will still have to worry about getting shot then," he smirked sipping his beer again. "Only I am sure Markus would not be aiming for my foot." He said chuckling as he leaned against the bar. "He keeps you under lock and key hm?"

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"Yeah, that's something you might have to worry about, but we can only get in trouble if we get caught. So, the obvious solution is to not even give off a hint about us hanging out." Jessie chuckled, speaking as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "I'm good at keeping things on the down low for a long time but I've never found someone who could do the same. If you're as good as you say then we should have no problem." She sighed and downed her shot, ordering two more for them. She was pretty good at handling her alcohol and liquors.

"He tries to keep me safe from threats that aren't on me as it stands. Since not many people except for the gang who was there for me growing up knows who I am. As far as anyone knows I'm just a stranger who drops by sometimes. I think he makes more obvious that we're related or close in some way than I do, right? He's a bit overprotective but I know it's just because we're the only blood family we have left. Gotta stick together right?"

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Cal tilted his head as he listed to Jessie speak. It sounds like she has a history of having to hide things form her uncle. That's not surprising since he could tell, from the little interactions hes had with Markus, that he was kind of a controlling hard ass at times. He could see that easily being worse for someone he calls family. Cal sipped his beer when she ordered another shot. So that's how this night was going to go. That was fine by him. He could easily hold his own. He was interested to see how well she held herself tonight. He thanked the bartender for the shots and took his as well. Leaned against the bar as she finished talking. He smirked a little.

“I guess that’s true. I wouldn’t really know much much. I don’t really have any family,” he said shrug a shrug. “I grew up in foster care. I have no idea what happened to my parents. I kept in touch with one of my foster sisters until I was jumped in. I felt it was best for her safety to step away from her.” He shook his head. “But anyways. I didn’t invite you out here to talk about family. I wanted to get to know you.” He said taking a drink from his beer. “And to have a little fun.”

[User] Jessie nodded and took her shot. Her drinking habit was one of the things she had to hide. He'd ban her from booze if he found out about it. She could always still sneak it but it would be so much extra effort. "Well, now you know that. What else would you like to know?" She tilted her head at him. "And as for fun, if it's the bedroom kind you should know that I'm not that easy. If you can out drink me then maybe." She chuckled and waited for him to ask whatever he wanted, though she wasn't fully convinced that he actually cared about knowing her personally. She knew the thug type well and had been through this little game so many times before.

[Assistant] Cal chuckled softly at her comment about bedroom fun. He took a swallow from his beer shaking his head. "If you think I am that easy you are mistaken as well," he said smirking softly. "Just relax. I just want to have a good time. Talk, get to know you, drink. Maybe dance a little," he said nodding towards the dance floor. "You are almost acting that this is some kind of interview," he teased her with a smirk. "So if you are mostly kept on lock down what do you do to entertain yourself?" he asked.

[User] "I guess my uncle might be rubbing off on me." Jessie sighed and just leaned against the counter for a moment. She took a breath to relax her mind and thought about his question. "I don't do much aside from watching old movies. I have a killer collection though. I have a guitar but it mostly just sits in the corner of my room. I hardly touch the thing anymore. What do you like to entertain yourself with?" She finished her drink and just stopped there, for now, not wanting to really overdo it. Then she'd just make a fool of herself and that's never too much fun. She looked around, always nervous that she may be caught.

[Assistant] Cal chuckled softly setting his beer down and turning a little more towards her as she spoke. Yeah it did seem that she was used to things being a certain way. But it did seem that now she was relaxing with what he said. He nodded to her movie collection. "What is your favorite movie?" he asked her. He chuckled at the statement of the guitar. Yeah he had one for a while. Then he decided that was no longer necessary for him to learn. "I work on my bike a lot. Always trying to make it better. If I am not working on it I am riding it. I like to take long rides to cool place or just to clear my head. Did some racing for a while but my bike currently just does not hold up. Still trying to get it there." He said shrugging.

[User] "My favorite movie... You're gonna think this is super cheesy but it's a musical one. It's about this guy who finds this weird plant. It becomes an attraction at the flower shop he works at, but the only way to keep it alive is to feed it blood. Once it gets too big he even has to feed it people! Little shop of horrors, a strange movie overall, but fun to watch at least." Jessie shrugged and listened to him talk about his bike, smiling at the thought of being able to go wherever she liked. "Sounds freeing if I'm honest. I don't know about being on a motorbike but to travel would be so much fun I bet."


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At the thanks, Nyn just gave a short nod, still looking over by the wall, unwilling to look at the weakened form in the bed in front of him. Even though he had been cleaned after the surgery, the scent of cinnamon and metal still drifted over to him, intoxicating and heady. Not for the first time, he took a deep breath as his mouth salivated. He had always wanted to try sylph blood but wasn't going to pay $500 dollars for it. Not when he had a business to run.

His face twisted up slightly at Gale bringing up how he had gotten visitation rights. The sylph hit it right on the nose, he had lied and said he was his husband, even going so far as to say that's why Gale ended up in his shop when injured. The nurses had bought it, or at least didn't care enough to argue. "Nyn," he replied, finally looking back over at him, a bit of a smile crossing his face at the admittance of Gale's name being a pun. Just enough for a flash of fang.

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That little flash of fang piqued Gale's interest, as did the bobbing of Nyn's throat as his swallowed hard. A vampire, then. And it looked like Nyn was hungry. Sylph blood was notoriously expensive, revered for its scent, taste, and alcoholic properties. Gale liked to donate for some extra cash now and then, but it took a lot out of him. Watching Nyn squirm a bit now was giving Gale an idea.

"Well, Nyn. I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble, but thank you for sitting with me until I woke up. And thank you for everything else," Gale murmured, nestling his head back down into his pillow. "You don't have to stay. I don't know why I stumbled into your shop the way I did. I think after everything that happened, I just went looking for my wallet but all I could find was the card with your shop name on it. My friend gave it to me two days ago. It was close, so I think I was just looking for help but got confused along the way."

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"I'm surprised you remember anything about that..." Nyn replied, his voice dropping a bit lower as well. Though Gale said he didn't have to stay, he made no move to get up and leave, he just continued looking at a blank patch of wall. He should leave. He really should leave. But Gale's scent and a feeling of worry for another person he hadn't felt in a long time kept him rooted to the spot for the time being. Plus it would seem weird for Gale's ‘husband' not to spend as much time as he could with him, right? Right. Such a piss poor excuse but it was the only one he had.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, looking back over at him for a moment. He didn't know when the last time Gale ate was. Did sylphs even eat... human food? If they didn't, what did they eat? Did the hospital even serve that, then?

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Shifting into a slightly more comfortable position took some effort, and it wasn't without pain. The place where his wing was reattached ached so fiercely he fumbled around a moment, looking for whatever was pumping painkillers into him. After a moment he found a little remote stuck onto the bed railing and hit that, and he watched the dripping in one of his IVs increase. It took Gale a moment to realize Nyn had asked him a question. "Uh. Thirsty. My throat hurts a bit." Gale had screamed himself hoarse. He couldn't imagine eating anything at the moment, but he'd kill for a cool glass of water.

"You really don't have to stay," Gale insisted, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I don't know how long I've been out, but surely this is disrupting your day? You've already done so much to help me." The thought of Nyn leaving gave Gale a different sort of pain, a sharp ache in his chest. He didn't really want to be alone. He didn't have many friends, and none of them knew what had happened. Nyn was all he had until he could get to a phone. And even then, Nyn had dealt with the assholes. Gale wasn't ready to see him leave, but if the vampire had a life to get back to then he didn't want to be the reason Nyn couldn't.

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Nyn just shrugged as Gale tried to press further into the reasonings why he wasn't leaving. He didn't really know himself, and anyway he didn't really feel the need to explain, even if he did know. Unless Gale outright asked him to leave, he was going to stay here. "Water, then," he said, shifting to stand and heading to the door of the room, catching the attention of a nurse. It was only a few moments before he returned into the room, one of those big hospital plastic cups in his hand, filled with ice water.

"You're going to have to sit up to drink this," he told him, grabbing the bed remote and handing it to Gale so he didn't have to hunt for it.

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Gale was already in the process of maneuvering into an upright position, his brows heavily furrowed and his teeth set into his bottom lip as he tried not to jostle his wings. He ended up clicking that wonderful little button on the remote a few more times before he got settled, and even reaching for the cup shifted his back and the bones connecting his wings to his shoulders in a way that had him gritting his teeth. The cool water was such a relief to his throat that he drained it in just a few gulps, then set the cup aside.

"I do want some tattoos," he offered into the quiet of the room. "I've always wanted some. Sylphs aren't really born, we just sort of become. I've never been anything other than this, fully-formed. So I didn't get to have childhood dreams of what tattoos I might have as an adult, or a phase where I played with those cute fake glitter tattoos that stick on with water. I've come up with so many ideas these past few decades, and I loved the work you did for my friend."

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"Your friend?" Nyn echoed, taking the cup away from Gale and setting it on the bedside table. He would go get him more here in a moment, and hopefully it would last longer than just a few seconds. He settled back in his chair, still a little tense, but more relaxed than he had been since Gale showed up in his shop. "What did he get, if you don't mind me asking."

Nyn might not be able to remember faces all that well, but he remembered nearly every tattoo that he had given, especially the custom ones, which were his specialty, right after coloring jobs. It was called ‘True Colors' for a reason. If Gale wanted a tattoo after all this, Nyn would probably give it to him free. The kid deserved it.

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"It was a huge piece. He told me it took all day plus another few hours the next. It was a long, winding snake from his left wrist that flowed over his shoulders and ended on his other wrist. I'd never seen such vibrant colors in a tattoo, and I knew I had to get something done by you. It was so beautiful." Gale was starting to float a bit on the tide of painkillers he'd dosed himself with. Already he was sliding back into a reclined position, his words nearly a mumble.

"I've had ideas for my own tattoos for awhile now. Clouds and music notes..." Gale's eyes fluttered and he let them fall shut. He was too tired to keep them open, anyways. "Thank you," he murmured, knowing he'd already thanked Nyn but it didn't feel like enough. "You don't have to stay. But I don't think I want you to go." Gale nuzzled his cheek into his pillow and dropped off into a blissful drugged haze.

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It took a moment, but Nyn recalled what Gale was talking about. "Mm, I remember that one well. It was beautiful," he agreed. He leaned back in his chair and watched as Gale reclined again and seemed to be drifting off to sleep, and he was content to be silent for a while. When Gale spoke again, his lips quirked at the thought of something like that on the boy. It would be a work of art. Already he was thinking about what all it could be.

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, his hand twitching slightly as he wanted to reach out and touch Gale. It probably wouldn't be a good idea though. So he folded his hands in his lap and just watched for the time being, the rise and fall of Gale's chest, the steady beep of the heart monitor. Hospitals weren't such a bad place, Didn't mean he wanted to stay here any longer than necessary though. "Sweet dreams, Gale," he murmured.


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For a long moment, there was no response to the knocking. Then there came the softest of footsteps, and the door swung inward, revealing a slightly disheveled Alekso. His braid hung over his shoulder half-unraveled, so long it nearly reached the small of his back, and his torso was bare, his shirt hanging from one hand. Even the ties on his trousers hung loose, the fabric clinging to his hips by will alone. His body, framed gold by the lamplight, was covered in years of scars, some older and some newer. The oldest of them was a massive burn scar across his left shoulder that traveled down his arm and side.

Banding each bicep and floating over his heart were dark tattoos, as well. The left arm had a circle of running wolves, the right a tangle of dark braided hair, and over his heart was a smirking smile. A smile that seemed to creep across Alekso's face when he saw that Roran was clean. "You smell much better. Have you come to have that conversation with me?"

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Roran had been about to leave before he heard the footsteps, his ears just barely able to pick out the sound of them before the door opened. Even though he had been expecting it, the door opening made him jump a bit, and then his heart rose into his throat at the sight that was before him. He took an almost involuntary step back, and before he could help himself, his eyes raked down the form of the man in the doorway, pausing momentarily on the tattoos, and just how low Alekso's pants were hanging on his hips. He was still so tired and emotionally frazzled that he couldn't quite stop the desire that showed on his face. His mind was telling him that maybe he should try to slide into Alekso's bed. To forget the past few days, even if just for a little while. There was no harm in it... right?

He stood there like that for a moment, jaw slack, before he came back to his senses and he met Alekso's eyes again, a hot blush rising up his neck and into his cheeks. When he opened his mouth to speak, all that came out was a little squeak at first, before he cleared his throat.

"I just uh... I wanted to say thank you," he said softly, voice hoarse from disuse and lack of proper drink here lately. Usually, it was a lot more deep and almost sonorous, but right now it just sounded like he was sick.

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Ears twitching at the faint racing of Roran's heart, Alekso's smirking grin deepened. This wasn't the time to give into temptation, but Roran certainly looked better without all the dirt. He had a sweet face, and under the smell of cheap soap was something earthy like hay. It wasn't an unpleasant scent.

"Come in." Alekso stepped to the side of the door, making a wider opening for Roran. "You don't have to thank me. That innkeeper is a cunt. That stew I gave you was four coppers. Can you believe it? I'd rather eat my shoe for four coppers." Shaking his head, Alekso shut the door and leaned against it. "So when you came in, I saw the tracks on your cheeks. You were crying about something. May I ask what about? You looked like you were about to knock the innkeep's head off his shoulders."

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Shit. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Roran swallowed thickly as Alekso stepped aside and told him to come in, his libido and common sense waging a war inside his head. He should have just said thank you, then politely declined the invitation to chat and headed back to his own room to get some needed sleep, but instead, he was stepping inside the room, casting a glance around before looking back at Alekso, trying so very hard to maintain eye contact and failing horribly. He made a sound of agreement at the insults to the innkeep and his subpar stew, then froze at what Alekso said next.

A range of emotions went across his face in quick succession, shame for someone being able to tell that he had been crying that easily, then anger, despair, grief, and exhaustion, for obvious reasons. His mouth opened and closed, several times, but he wasn't able to get any words out, and then after a long moment, he broke, tears filling his eyes and spilling over, a broken sob tearing itself from his throat.

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"Oh... fuck." The tears were not something Alekso had foreseen. He took a step toward Roran, his ears twitching at the ragged sobs emerging from him, and his hands hovered awkwardly in the air around the man for a long moment while Alekso decided whether or not to comfort him. It was an easy enough choice to make. One hand, cool and dry, slid round to the nape of Roran's neck and the other wrapped around his back, rubbing in soothing circles over his shoulders. While shorter by a few inches, Alekso pulling Roran into a firm embrace. This wasn't how he'd expected his night to go, but life took him all sorts of unexpected places.

"Roran, it's okay. Whatever is wrong, I'm sure it can be fixed. I'm good at fixing things. I'm a mercenary. Does someone need to be smacked around? I'm very good at that," he reassured. Alekso cursed his weakness for broken, pretty things. One had literally stumbled into the tavern and now he was consoling it. Him. The sobbing alone was heart-wrenching, the deepest grief being pulled up from a shattered soul.

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Part of Roran hated to be touched, wanted him to pull away from this literal stranger and go back to his room where he was safe. Another, much larger part, had him melting into the embrace, his arms coming up under Alekso's to hug him back, his fingers digging into his shirt and his skin so hard that it probably bordered on painful. Alekso's was basically the only thing holding him up after a certain point, the tiredness and grief that he hadn't given himself the chance to properly deal with slamming into him with a vengeance. He was crying so hard that he could barely breath. Part of him wished that he would just stop that all together. He pushed his face into Alekso's neck, seeking what comfort he could in this moment.

"I-I-I can't pay-pay you," Roran managed to get out after his sobs seemed to ease a bit. His eyes were squeezed shut still, his body still shaking, the broken sounds still ripping out of his throat, but they were slowing, getting softer.

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"Obviously not, and yet I offer anyways." Alekso pulled away just enough that he could lead Roran to a chair and pulled up his own so he could stay close. "But obviously something has happened that needs to be righted. Has someone harmed you? Are you being chased? Forget about pay, I've chosen a path where I help those in need. I'm going to help you now."

It was a distant thought in his mind that the way Roran dug his fingers into his shoulders was... pleasant. Alekso shoved those thoughts far back. Maybe there would be time for it later.

Taking a half-full pitcher of water from where it sat on the table, Alekso filled a wooden cup nearly to the brim and handed it to Roran, keeping a steadying grip on the man's shaking fingers while he drank. "Deep breaths between sips," Alekso murmured, filling the cup again. "Deep as you can."

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Roran was reluctant to let go of Alekso, but he did when he was sat down, reaching back out and gripping his arm now when Alekso sat down beside him. His hands were shaking so badly that some water sloshed out of the cup before Alekso steadied it. It was hard to take deep breaths between sips, and he nearly choked on the water as more sobs threatened to make their way out, but he was starting to calm down, slowly but surely. By the time the first glass was refilled,he wasn't shaking as badly anymore, though tears still streamed down his face, and after the second glass was gone, even that had stopped.

Once Alekso pulled back, Roran dried his face on his sleeve, now looking rather embarrassed for breaking down like that. Of course he knew he had every right to after what he had been though, but it still left a bad taste in his mouth. He needed to remain strong, at least until he found Riven, made sure she was safe.

"How do I know I can trust you?"he asked softly, not meeting Alekso's eyes. That was his main worry in the immediate moment. While he was pretty sure that Alekso was doing these things to gain his trust, he had yet to find out the reasoning behind the actions. For all he knew, Alekso was going to stab him in his sleep as soon as they were alone.


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Claire's breath was thready as Meinhard's fingers began teasing, first light touches to her inner thighs, then her lips and steadily slickening entrance. She watched him intently, lips slightly parted and slight soft sounds of pleasure escaping with each breath. Her mind embraced his, welcomed him in and warmed at the encouragement of the lust that was steadily building.

His words caught her just a bit off guard, but he didn't have to ask again. Soon she was cautiously wiggling down beneath the covers, fingers running over his skin lightly and cautiously as she did. Her hands found his cock just as her head began to dip beneath the covers, and a few moments more and her mouth joined her hand- Her soft fingers still stroking the silky skin of his shaft as her tongue began to lap at his head, only for her hot mouth to close around him and suck for a few long moments.

Her breath brushed his skin as she began to bob her head slowly on him, her hand moving to grip his base to hold him in place. Her other hand braced against his thigh, and she took her time in lowering and raising herself, her mouth moving along his cock at a glacial pace.

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Meinhard moaned and let Claire go at her own pace for a while, enjoying her attentions while he slowly slid deeper into her mind. She seemed fully focused on pleasing him. Was he imagining it or was her mind becoming more ordered, despite her blunder? He caressed her hair, working a subtle piece of magic that was hard to describe, his affection for her flowing through his fingers. She was not a whore to him. Already, Claire was the most precious thing he possessed in the world, and as little as that meant, it meant all it had to...

He slid his hand to the back of her neck. "Let's see if you can't take it a little deeper," Meinhard said, no reprimand in his tone. "I told you, I want you to learn that." Gently, he started to push his cock farther into her mouth, holding her head in place, trying to find the zone that would not quite make her gag, sucking in the air as his pleasure intensified.

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Claire could feel the soothing warmth of his mind, and indeed at the least her mind felt just a bit tidier. There was something to be said for having one's affections returned, and for one of a disposition like Claire's that simple fact was as nourishing as sun for the flower. She could feel his affection, and her heart sung with warmth and fondness in return, a glance up with wide blue eyes filled with those emotions her response.

She tried to obey, wincing slightly and letting her eyes closed shut. His cock brushed her throat and made it constrict with a hint of a gag, but when he eased up to stay just at the edge of that reflex she relaxed. Her breathing came in small gasps each time she reached the peak of her bobbing, her lips moving over the smooth skin of his cock and small moans escaping around him. Her cheeks flushed with excitement and arousal, her hand tightening around his base. The sounds of his pleasure only encouraged her however, and without waiting for his encouragement she picked up the pace, bobbing her head eagerly.

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Meinhard allowed Claire the necessary freedom to go faster. His member throbbed from her stimulation, but also from the willingness she showed to please him. He let their minds run another few rounds in the spiral of mutual excitation, long, low moans accompanying the deepest points to which Claire took him into her throat.

Then, he gently pulled her head up by her hair, making her look at him. "You're eager," he said, smiling breathlessly, "and you're obedient. That's good, Claire. I shall give you a treat, but there's also a little task for you involved..."

He ran his free hand over her cheek and lips, then down to her throat, not grasping it, but indicating how he might.

"On your back," he commanded, "and spread your legs very wide. You're not allowed to close them. Hold them with your hands if you have to, but closing them means punishment, understood?" Meinhard could feel her wish to be led this way, her wish to submit. It met with his own desires so perfectly it made his head swirl. Oh yes. I will let you be mine.

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Just like her teacher, Claire was already breathless and flushed with excitement. Her tongue brushed her lips as she met his gaze, not fighting his grip and instead leaning into his touch with a slow sigh. She smiled brightly at the mention of a treat, nodding eagerly. "A-anything you say, maître," she murmured in response, and quickly moved to obey.

It was awkward, rolling onto her back and arching her legs, her knees splaying outward. After all, it seemed so improper, but then again impropriety shouldn't have surprised her. After all, she was rather completely giving herself to him at this moment, wasn't she? Even with that knowledge, she found her hands moving to her chest to cover her peaked nipples, looking away with a bite of her lip.

"L-like this, maître? What... What are you going to do?" Her heart fluttered, and her gaze drifted back to him hesitantly, excitement and uncertainty tangling up in her gut, while her pussy seemed to pulse with need.

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Meinhard smiled at the apprentice. "Don't cover yourself again, and don't look away," he instructed her with measured sternness, but also with affection. Doncéal customs were buried deep in her; it would take time to dig it out, and it would have to be done gently and with love.

He was running his hands along the exposed backs of her thighs. "Yes, like this, Claire," he said softly, bending down and kissing a spot above her knee. One finger ran between her cheeks, brushing against her ‘alternate entrance'. That was a promise and a delicious threat for another day, however.

The Master looked into her eyes, held her gaze for a few heartbeats before finally answering her question.

"I'm going to lick your wet little cunt, Claire. I know you want that... but you will have to say it before I start," he demanded, knowing it would be hard for her – it was a delicious submission to be extracted and at the same time a little step on the way to free her from the absurdities of Doncéal superstition.

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Claire tried to suppress a shiver at the brush of Meinhard's hands over her sensitive skin, holding his gaze steadily. His finger's boldness caused a reaction- hips jerking and a startled little sound bursting from her lips, but it was his next words that earned an audible gulp from her.

Oh, she wanted it. The answering squeeze of her tight entrance on nothing was more than enough answer, and she was sure he felt the immediate surge of lust that came with his words- And here she'd thought she'd reached the height of that feeling, but he was certainly giving her a lesson on what she could feel today. Her mouth opened, then shut again with a click of her teeth as her cheeks burned brightly. His wanting her to ask for it... Well, that was something else entirely, and they both knew it.

She tried again, her voice now coming out thready and wavering. "M-maître, c-could you please...?" She broke off, the next few words seemingly for the moment entirely beyond her. "I... I want you to... to... Lick me, please," she managed on her third try, smile sheepish.

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"Since you ask so nicely," Meinhard teased, his eyes glittering mischievously, "I will... but keep your legs apart!"

Without further delay, he delved down, his lips pricked slightly by Claire's short pubic hair. His tongue ran up the inner border of her outer lips all the way, circling at the top, going down the other side. Then he toyed with the inner lips like he had before, only with a much finer instrument than his fingers could ever hope to be.

It was only teasing so far, but he thought Claire might need time to adjust to these new sensations – and he did want her to have the full benefit of his attentions. Meinhard kept it up for a little while, watching her reactions.