Disenchanted Spicy Sides

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by Dakota Smith<span class="foo">$gamechapter</span><<set $gamechapter to "">> <<set $name to "">> <<set $messyclothes to false>> <<set $neatclothes to false>> <<set $vikdildo to "">> Disenchanted: Spicy Side Stories<div class="choice">[[Theodora Parker|female theo one]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[Theodore Parker|male theo one]]</div>\<<nobr>> <<set $gamechapter to "Theodora Parker: <br> Of Tails and Fangs">> <div class="centered-image"> [img[images/theodora1.png]] </div> <br> <</nobr>>The Intro to Alchemy textbook on your lap really pales in comparison to the view in front you. You sit, legs crossed, at the head of Theo's bed; the cambion herself is stretched out at the foot of it. She lays on her back, flashcards scatterd around her, but she isn't studying. Her head is tipped back, the pale column of her throat visible, and her arm is thrown over her eyes. The position has her shirt riding up along her stomach, giving you just a glimpse of smooth skin. The v-line of her hips disappears into her pants, and the dimples of her hips are only just visible. You realize that you're staring and avert your eyes quickly, swallowing past the sudden lump in your throat. Theo's arm falls from her face with a sigh and she turns her head to look up at you. Her lips twitch up into a smile, her brow raising. "Why do you look so stressed?" She chuckles, voice scratchy with exhaustion, "I promise the test won't be //that// bad, $name." "Stressed?" You repeat, your voice a bit more high pitched than you'd like, "I'm not stressed." Her brows slowly climb as she sits up. Tousled black hair falls into her eyes and she pushes it away, tilting her head in confusion. Blue eyes dart all over you; assessing, calculating. Her grin grows mischevious, "Are you-?" You grab one of her pillows, sending it flying at her head. She bats it away with ease, her amusement growing. Then you grab a stray stuffed animal and Theo puts her hands up in surrender, laughing so hard her shoulders shake all the while. "Alright, okay, put the stuffed animal down." She says, voice jokingly soothing, "No need to take hostages here, sunshine." She crawls close, carefully grabbing the stuffed animal from your hands to toss it gently onto the chair in the corner. Then she laces her fingers through yours, eyes darkening as she looks down at you through thick lashes. "Didn't I win that for you?" You huff, looking stubbornly away. She rolls her eyes, settling down to sit on her thighs, "I'm really not focused on that right now." Touching your chin with gentle fingers, she slowly turns your face until your eyes are back on her. Her thumb brushes over your lips before her hand moves to cup your jaw. "Were you wanting something?" She asks, voice low with desire. Your mouth trembles but you manage a nod regardless. She leans forward, pressing closer, hands falling around your hips. Your breath catches in your throat, strangled, and her nose brushes yours as her lips come so close to your own. Her voice is little more than a murmur, her longing painting the words as a plea, "I want you to say it." Eyes widening, you suck in a sharp breath. Her grip tightens as her tail slowly slides around your calf. It leaves of trail of burning desire that pools deep in your stomach. You give in, your forehead pressing into her shoulder as you whisper, "Please, I want...want you." Moving faster than you can register at first, she tugs you forward until you're sat in her lap, your legs moving to wrap around her waist on instinct. Her eyes flash black, her tail shifting as she tries to pull you even closer. It eventually comes to wrap around your waist and you shudder at the feeling, something like a moan building in the back of your throat. <div class="choice">[[You can tell you're growing wet as you sit, shuddering with pleasure, on her lap.|f theo 1 vagina mc]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You're painfully hard as you sit, shuddering with pleasure, on her lap.|f theo 1 penis mc]]</div>\<<nobr>> <<set $gamechapter to "Theodore Parker: <br> Of Tails and Fangs">> <div class="centered-image"> [img[images/theodore1.png]] </div> <br> <</nobr>>The Intro to Alchemy textbook on your lap really pales in comparison to the view in front you. You sit, legs crossed, at the head of Theo's bed; the cambion himself is stretched out at the foot of it. He lays on his back, flashcards scatterd around him, but he isn't studying. His head is tipped back, the pale column of his throat visible, and his arm is thrown over his eyes. The position has his shirt riding up along his stomach, giving you just a glimpse of smooth skin. The v-line of his hips disappears into his pants along with the briefest trail of hair. You realize that you're staring and avert your eyes quickly, swallowing past the sudden lump in your throat. Theo's arm falls from his face with a sigh and he turns his head to look up at you. His lips twitch up into a smile, his brow raising. "Why do you look so stressed?" He chuckles, voice rough with exhaustion, "I promise the test won't be //that// bad, $name." "Stressed?" You repeat, your voice a bit more high pitched than you'd like, "I'm not stressed." His brows slowly climb as he sits up. Ruffled black hair falls into his eyes and he pushes it away, tilting his head in confusion. Blue eyes dart all over you; assessing, calculating. His grin grows mischevious, "Are you-?" You grab one of his pillows, sending it flying at his head. He bats it away with ease, his amusement growing. Then you grab a stray stuffed animal and Theo puts his hands up in surrender, laughing so hard his shoulders shake all the while. "Alright, okay, put the stuffed animal down." He says, voice jokingly soothing, "No need to take hostages here, sunshine." He crawls close, carefully grabbing the stuffed animal from your hand to toss it gently onto the chair in the corner. Then he laces his fingers through yours, eyes darkening as he looks down at you through thick lashes. "Didn't I win that for you?" You huff, looking stubbornly away. He rolls his eyes, settling down to sit on his thighs, "I'm really not focused on that right now." Touching your chin with gentle fingers, he slowly turns your face until your eyes are back on him. His thumb brushes over your lips before his hand moves to cup your jaw. "Were you wanting something?" He asks, voice low with desire. Your mouth trembles but you manage a nod regardless. He leans forward, pressing closer, hands falling around your hips. Your breath catches in your throat, strangled, and his nose brushes yours as his lips come so close to your own. His voice is little more than a murmur, his longing painting the words as a plea, "I want you to say it." Eyes widening, you suck in a sharp breath. His grip tightens as his tail slowly slides around your calf. It leaves of trail of burning desire that pools deep in your stomach. You give in, your forehead pressing into his shoulder as you whisper, "Please, I want...want you." Moving faster than you can register at first, he tugs you forward until you're sat in his lap, your legs moving to wrap around his waist on instinct. His eyes flash black, his tail shifting as he tries to pull you even closer. It eventually comes to wrap around your waist and you shudder at the feeling, something like a moan building in the back of your throat. <div class="choice">[[You can tell you're growing wet as you sit, perched and shuddering with pleasure, on his lap.|m theo 1 vagina mc]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You're painfully hard as you sit, perched and shuddering with pleasure, on his lap.|m theo 1 penis mc]]</div>\ What is your name? <<textbox "$name" "" "theo parker one">> [[Continue...|theo parker one]] You can feel him, too. He's hard from what you can tell, digging into your thigh as you shift to find some comfort or release in his grasp. His hand buries itself in the hair at the nape of your neck, and his nose meets the juncture between your neck and shoulder as he buries his face there. Warm, labored breath meets your skin before his lips do. He kisses a trail along your jaw before stopping right at your pulse point. "Can I leave a mark?" He nearly whines, and from the slur in his words you can tell his canines have grown bulky in his mouth. "Yes," You gasp out, immediately feeling razor sharp teeth skim across the sensitive skin. He's careful not to cut you too deeply as he bites at your neck. Your vision grows hazy as you shake, breathing heavy through your desire. Goosebumps raise along your skin as pleasure races down your spine, making you press into him with fervor. "Sunshine," He groans into your skin. It's the only warning you get. One moment you're in his lap, and the next you find yourself horizontal. He hovers above you, panting, his eyes now fully black down to sclera. Red dusts itself along high cheekbones and a strong nose as he presses down into you to take another kiss. You give it willingly. He whines into your mouth, the very tip of his tail trailing along your thigh. You're careful of his fangs as his tongue presses into your mouth, needy and wanting. You pull away, tugging at the hem of his shirt, and it's gone in seconds. Your own follows his to the floor in a flurry of fabric and he wordlessly kicks off his bottoms, as well. He raises your hips to help you on that front, effortlessly manhanding you until the both of you are bare on his bed. Theo's fingers trail down your torso, near reverent, and his thumbs dig into the dip of your hips as he presses against you. One of his hands joins the mix, wrapping around the both of your lengths, and iIt's too much, too good. Your hazy vision goes white for the briefest second, and you tremble in his arms as he keeps moving. You bite down on a moan and he nips at your shoulder, a low growl reverberating through his chest. "I want to hear it," The cambion insists, "I want to hear //you//." And what can you do but comply? The sounds he wrenches from you are ones you've never made before as his hand keeps moving and his tounge and fangs draw a torturous line down your body. His tail trails up your back, rubbing comforting circles into your skin, and you think you'll never be able to pull yourself from where you've absolutely melted onto his sheets. His hand tightens around around the both of you and his hips rut up, jolting your body, and finally, finally- You think you might have screamed but he catches the noise with his mouth, and all you can feel is //him//. He draws your limp form closer, pressing your foreheads together as you stroke a shaking hand across his cheek. "That was way better than studying," He mutters, his voice rough and exhausted. You make a vauge noise of agreement low in your throat as he finally settles down to lay beside you, the both of you a sticky mess. You barely notice, though, still in a hazy afterglow. Theo, meanwhile, doesn't seem to care about anything other than having as much of his body pressed against yours as possible. It's quiet for a moment and then he chuckles, "I'm gonna fail this test." You open one eye, giving him a skeptical look, "You've never failed a test in your life." "Yeah, but I'll be trying to think about alchemy and then I'll remember //this// and pop a boner mid-exam. It'll be all your fault when I flunk." He says, pouting, "I think I deserve a preemptive apology." "Oh, really?" You drawl out, "And what would you like for that apology?" [[He drags you into another kiss, though it's hardly functional with him grinning like an idiot and you laughing the whole time.|Selection]] You can feel him beneath you, too. He's hard from what you can tell, digging into your thigh as you shift to find some comfort or release in his grasp. His hand buries itself in the hair at the nape of your neck, and his nose meets the juncture between your neck and shoulder as he buries his face there. Warm, labored breath meets your skin before his lips do. He kisses a trail along your jaw before stopping right at your pulse point. "Can I leave a mark?" He nearly whines, and from the slur in his words you can tell his canines have grown bulky in his mouth. "Yes," You gasp out, immediately feeling razor sharp teeth skim across the sensitive skin. He's careful not to cut you too deeply as he bites at your neck. Your vision grows hazy as you shake, breathing heavy through your desire. Goosebumps raise along your skin as pleasure races down your spine, making you press into him with fervor. "Sunshine," He groans into your skin. It's the only warning you get. One moment you're in his lap, and the next you find yourself horizontal. He hovers above you, panting, his eyes now fully black down to sclera. Red dusts itself along high cheekbones and a strong nose as he presses down into you to take another kiss. You give it willingly. He whines into your mouth, the very tip of his tail trailing along your thigh. You're careful of his fangs as his tongue presses into your mouth, needy and wanting. You pull away, tugging at the hem of his shirt, and it's gone in seconds. Your own follows his to the floor in a flurry of fabric and he wordlessly kicks off his bottoms, as well. He raises your hips to help you on that front, effortlessly manhanding you until the both of you are bare on his bed. Theo's fingers trail down your torso, near reverent, and his thumbs dig into the dip of your hips as he presses against you. One of his hands joins the mix, sliding between your thighs as he ruts against you. It's too much, too good, and your hazy vision goes white for the briefest second. You tremble in his arms as he keeps moving, relentless in seeking your pleasure. You bite down on a moan and he nips at your shoulder, a low growl reverberating through his chest. "I want to hear it," The cambion insists, "I want to hear //you//." And what can you do but comply? The sounds he wrenches from you are ones you've never made before as his hand keeps moving and his tounge and fangs draw a torturous line down your body. His tail trails up your back, rubbing comforting circles into your skin, and you think you'll never be able to pull yourself from where you've absolutely melted onto his sheets. His hand pushes deeper and his finger curls up and his hips rut up, jolting your body, and finally, finally- You think you might have screamed but he catches the noise with his mouth, and all you can feel is //him//. He draws your limp form closer, pressing your foreheads together as you stroke a shaking hand across his cheek. "That was way better than studying," He mutters, his voice rough and exhausted. You make a vauge noise of agreement low in your throat as he finally settles down to lay beside you, the both of you a sticky mess. You barely notice, though, still in a hazy afterglow. Theo, meanwhile, doesn't seem to care about anything other than having as much of his body pressed against yours as possible. It's quiet for a moment and then he chuckles, "I'm gonna fail this test." You open one eye, giving him a skeptical look, "You've never failed a test in your life." "Yeah, but I'll be trying to think about alchemy and then I'll remember //this// and pop a boner mid-exam. It'll be all your fault when I flunk." He says, pouting, "I think I deserve a preemptive apology." "Oh, really?" You drawl out, "And what would you like for that apology?" [[He drags you into another kiss, though it's hardly functional with him grinning like an idiot and you laughing the whole time.|Selection]] You can feel her shift and know she's growing restless, too. She gasps, her fingers digging into your thighs as you shift to find some comfort or release in her grasp. Her other hand buries itself in the hair at the nape of your neck, and her nose meets the juncture between your neck and shoulder as she buries her face there. Warm, labored breath meets your skin before her lips do. She kisses a trail along your jaw before stopping right at your pulse point. "Can I leave a mark?" She nearly whines, and from the slur in her words you can tell her canines have grown bulky in her mouth. "Yes," You gasp out, immediately feeling razor sharp teeth skim across the sensitive skin. She's careful not to cut you too deeply as she bites at your neck. Your vision grows hazy as you shake, breathing heavy through your desire. Goosebumps raise along your skin as pleasure races down your spine, making you press into her with fervor. "Sunshine," She groans into your skin. It's the only warning you get. One moment you're in her lap, and the next you find yourself horizontal. She hovers above you, panting, her eyes now fully black down to sclera. Red dusts itself along high cheekbones and a strong nose as she presses down into you to take another kiss. You give it willingly. She whines into your mouth, the very tip of her tail trailing along your thigh. You're careful of her fangs as her tongue presses into your mouth, needy and wanting. You pull away, tugging at the hem of her shirt, and it's gone in seconds. Your own follows hers to the floor in a flurry of fabric and she wordlessly kicks off her bottoms, as well. She raises your hips to help you on that front, effortlessly manhanding you until the both of you are bare on her bed. Theo's fingers trail down your torso, near reverent, and her thumbs dig into the dip of your hips as she presses against you. One of her hands joins the mix, sliding between your legs as she sits atop one of your thighs. She presses her fingers in as she ruts against you, throwing her head back. It's too much, too good, and your hazy vision goes white for the briefest second. You tremble in her arms as she keeps moving, relentless in seeking your pleasure. You bite down on a moan and she nips at your shoulder, a low growl reverberating through her chest. "I want to hear it," The cambion insists, "I want to hear //you//." And what can you do but comply? The sounds she wrenches from you are ones you've never made before as her hand keeps moving and her tounge and fangs draw a torturous line down your body. Her tail trails up your back, rubbing comforting circles into your skin, and you think you'll never be able to pull yourself from where you've absolutely melted onto her sheets. Her hand pushes deeper and her finger curls up and she grinds down, jolting your body, and finally, finally- You think you might have screamed but she catches the noise with her mouth, and all you can feel is //her//. She draws your limp form closer, pressing your foreheads together as you stroke a shaking hand across her cheek. "That was way better than studying," She mutters, her voice rough and exhausted. You make a vauge noise of agreement low in your throat as she finally settles down to lay beside you, the both of you a sticky mess. You barely notice, though, still in a hazy afterglow. Theo, meanwhile, doesn't seem to care about anything other than having as much of her body pressed against yours as possible. It's quiet for a moment and then she chuckles, "I'm gonna fail this test." You open one eye, giving her a skeptical look, "You've never failed a test in your life." "Yeah, but I'll be trying to think about alchemy and then I'll remember //this// and it'll just be a mees in my head. It'll be all your fault when I flunk." She says, pouting, "I think I deserve a preemptive apology." "Oh, really?" You drawl out, "And what would you like for that apology?" [[She drags you into another kiss, though it's hardly functional with her grinning like an idiot and you laughing the whole time.|Selection]] You can feel her shift and know she's growing restless, too. She gasps, her fingers digging into your thighs as you shift to find some comfort or release in her grasp. Her other hand buries itself in the hair at the nape of your neck, and her nose meets the juncture between your neck and shoulder as she buries her face there. Warm, labored breath meets your skin before her lips do. She kisses a trail along your jaw before stopping right at your pulse point. "Can I leave a mark?" She nearly whines, and from the slur in her words you can tell her canines have grown bulky in her mouth. "Yes," You gasp out, immediately feeling razor sharp teeth skim across the sensitive skin. She's careful not to cut you too deeply as she bites at your neck. Your vision grows hazy as you shake, breathing heavy through your desire. Goosebumps raise along your skin as pleasure races down your spine, making you press into her with fervor. "Sunshine," She groans into your skin. It's the only warning you get. One moment you're in her lap, and the next you find yourself horizontal. She hovers above you, panting, her eyes now fully black down to sclera. Red dusts itself along high cheekbones and a strong nose as she presses down into you to take another kiss. You give it willingly. She whines into your mouth, the very tip of her tail trailing along your thigh. You're careful of her fangs as her tongue presses into your mouth, needy and wanting. You pull away, tugging at the hem of her shirt, and it's gone in seconds. Your own follows hers to the floor in a flurry of fabric and she wordlessly kicks off her bottoms, as well. She raises your hips to help you on that front, effortlessly manhanding you until the both of you are bare on her bed. Theo's fingers trail down your torso, near reverent, and her thumbs dig into the dip of your hips as she presses against you. One of hdf hands joins the mix, wrapping around your length as she sits atop one of your thighs. She moves her hand and grips you in turn as she ruts against you, throwing her head back. It's too much, too good, and your hazy vision goes white for the briefest second. You tremble in her arms as she keeps moving, relentless in seeking your pleasure. You bite down on a moan and she nips at your shoulder, a low growl reverberating through her chest. "I want to hear it," The cambion insists, "I want to hear //you//." And what can you do but comply? The sounds she wrenches from you are ones you've never made before as her hand keeps moving and her tounge and fangs draw a torturous line down your body. Her tail trails up your back, rubbing comforting circles into your skin, and you think you'll never be able to pull yourself from where you've absolutely melted onto her sheets. Her hand tightens around you and she grinds down, jolting your body, and finally, finally- You think you might have screamed but she catches the noise with her mouth, and all you can feel is //her//. She draws your limp form closer, pressing your foreheads together as you stroke a shaking hand across her cheek. "That was way better than studying," She mutters, her voice rough and exhausted. You make a vauge noise of agreement low in your throat as she finally settles down to lay beside you, the both of you a sticky mess. You barely notice, though, still in a hazy afterglow. Theo, meanwhile, doesn't seem to care about anything other than having as much of her body pressed against yours as possible. It's quiet for a moment and then she chuckles, "I'm gonna fail this test." You open one eye, giving her a skeptical look, "You've never failed a test in your life." "Yeah, but I'll be trying to think about alchemy and then I'll remember //this// and it'll just be a mees in my head. It'll be all your fault when I flunk." She says, pouting, "I think I deserve a preemptive apology." "Oh, really?" You drawl out, "And what would you like for that apology?" [[She drags you into another kiss, though it's hardly functional with her grinning like an idiot and you laughing the whole time.|Selection]]<<nobr>> <<set $gamechapter to "Selection Menu">> Choose your character: <br><br> <div class="choice">[[Theo Parker: Of Tails and Fangs|theo 1 name selection]]</div> ''Kinks: Whimpering, biting, enthusiastic consent, and light tail shenanigans.'' <div class="choice">[[Viktor Orlov: By the Horns|viktor 1 name selection]]</div> ''Kinks: Praise, sound kink, service top, teasing, and grabbing horns.'' <div class="choice">[[Luci Rivera: Just a Touch...|luci 1 name selection]]</div> ''Kinks: Wing kink, scar worship, choking, crying, and hair pulling. Top/Bottom Selectable.'' <div class="choice">[[Cameron Fletcher: Nights Like These|cam 1 name selection]]</div> ''Kinks: Hair stroking, oral fixation, vocal/auditory kink, and enthusiastic blowjob/cunnilingus.'' <</nobr>> <div class="choice">[[Wraith: That Warmth of Yours|wraith gender selection]]</div> ''Kinks: Touching, supernatural (ghosts), temperature play, longing.'' <</nobr>> <div class="choice">[[Mor: Off Your Mind|mor gender selection]]</div> ''Kinks: (Kind of) cocky dominant, touching, affection.'' <</nobr>> What is your name? <<textbox "$name" "" "viktor orlov one">> [[Continue...|viktor orlov one]]<<nobr>> <<set $gamechapter to "Viktor Orlov: <br> By the Horns">> <div class="centered-image"> [img[images/viktor1.png]] </div> <br> <</nobr>>"So, uh, not like this?" You laugh slightly, twirling the potion bottle between your fingers. The liquid inside is supposed to be purple. It's currently a murky brown. You can hear Viktor shift behind you, "Yeah, definitely not." He reaches around you, pulling the book closer to him. He leans against the counter with one arm, brows furrowed as he stares at the words. You can see the lean muscles shifting under his skin; Viktor has always been willowy, but he's //strong//. "I think we added too much bitterroot," He glances up, "Turned things sour." "So we have to redo it?" You ask, biting back a sigh. This thing had taken two hours to fully brew; you're not keen on playing a waiting game again. "Unfortunately," He says, "You remember how to cut the bitterroot or do you want me to do it again?" "I can," You say, taking the knife from the counter, "Horizontal chopping?" "Vertical," He corrects, pressing closer to reach around and guide your movements, "Like this. You're thinking of the mint in that cold remedy from last week; //that// was horizontal." You swallow, feeling his chest press against your back in a way that is absolutely terrible for your sanity. When he's done demonstrating, he pulls back; you see a light blush dusting the top of his cheeks. "Like that," He clears his throat slight. You look at each other for a moment. You think you see the want in his eyes; he definitely sees the desire in your own. He breaks your staring match, looking down at his hands. "We should finish this," He says. "We should." You agree. But you can see how his hands twitch, craving your skin beneath gentle palms. Your own body aches for his touch, and your restraint is crumbling with every heated glance. He breaks before you do, taking two steps on long legs before he's pulling you in by the neck. You go willingly, giving in to his to touch as he deepens the kiss, an arm wrapping around your waist. When he pulls away, panting and still holding you close, you rest your forehead against his shoulder. Your hands twist in the fabric of his shirt, nails scraping flushed skin through the thin material, and he sucks in a sharp breath. "Fuck, $name, you're-" He groans, "Do you want-?" "Please," You interrupt him, shuddering, "Please." He closes his eyes briefly, the flush spreading down his neck and into his chest. Then he spins you around, tugging you toward his bedroom with an urgency he rarely has. You follow, keeping your hands locked in his, feet clumsy but managing the short walk well enough. [[He pushes the door open, tugging you inside in one swift motion.|vik orlov one 2]] His bed is comfortable as you fall back against, keeping your eyes locked on him as he throws one leg over your hips and straddles you. He leans down stroking a finger down your cheek. "So beautiful, aren't you?" He whispers, leaning down. His lips graze yours. You want to lean up and capture them again, but he has you effectively pinned against the mattress. You see him try to hide a smile. What a fucking tease. "Patience," He chides jokingly, pinching your side. You gasp, squirming under him. He pulls his shift over his head, revealing an expanse of pale skin dotted with moles and freckles. The scars on his chest are faint but curve against his body on either side, pale and healed. His eyes are nearly consumed with gold as he gazes down at you, eyes half-lidded. "Tell me how you want it," He whispers, "Do you want me to fuck you?" You close your eyes and turn away, nodding as you feel heat flushing through your body. He grips your face, gentle but firm, and turns your face forward once more. "Look at me," He instructs, "And //tell me how you want it.//" It's not a question this time. "Fuck me." You say hoarsely, keeping your eyes locked on his, "I want you to fuck me." You can see the way his slitted pupil dilate, and when he smiles this time you see fangs peeking up from his bottom lip. "Which one do you want?" His hand trails down to your chest, thumb grazing across across a nipple through your shirt and catching against the sensitive skin, "What dick would you like today?" He snickers slightly at the question, and you smack a hand against his chest. <div class="choice">[[The biggest one.|dildo selection][$vikdildo to "biggest"]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[The thickest one.|dildo selection][$vikdildo to "thickest"]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[The longest one.|dildo selection][$vikdildo to "longest"]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[The one with a knot.|dildo selection][$vikdildo to "knotted"]]</div>\ He slides off you and the bed, and the chill of the air comes rushing in. He reaches down to cup your face, thumb caressing your cheekbone. His eyes are soft, and it's a sharp contrast to the words he says. "Be naked when I get back." Suddenly the room isn't quite as cold. He disappears into the bathroom, and you strip your clothes with haste. <div class="choice">[[Fold them neatly.|clothes][$neatclothes to true]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[Toss them onto the floor.|clothes][$messyclothes to true]]</div>\<<nobr>> <<if $vikdildo is "biggest">> When he returns, thin straps of leather are draped across tapered hips. The dildo is large, both thick and long, you press your shaking legs together at the sight. <<elseif $vikdildo is "longest">> When he returns, thin straps of leather are draped across tapered hips. The dildo is long and has a nice curve to it; you can certainly imagine it hitting the right spots. You press your shaking legs together at the sight. <<elseif $vikdildo is "thickest">> When he returns, thin straps of leather are draped across tapered hips. The dildo is thick but still long enough to reach where it needs to, and you press your shaking legs together at the sight. <<else>> When he returns, thin straps of leather are draped across tapered hips. The dildo is long and thick, with a large bulge near the base. You press your shaking legs together at the sight, swallowing dryly. <br><br> You let out a breathy laugh, "Kinky." <br><br> He rolls his eyes, "You advised me on buying this one, if you'll remember." <</if>> <br><br> He comes closer, pausing as his eyes trail up and down your form. You fight the urge to cover yourself under his attention, and he rewards you with a kiss. <br><br> <div class="choice">[[You're incredibly hard right about now.|amab mc]]</div> <div class="choice">[[You're incredibly wet right about now.|afab mc]]</div> <</nobr>> He pulls you on top of him, positioning you on his lap as he pleases. He nips at your jaw, teeth sharpened with arousal, and you stifle a moan in his shoulder. He grabs you by the hair, gently pulling you away. "I want to hear you," He says, voice low, "There's no one else here. The two stooges are in class until this evening, so you have no excuse." You catch your bottom lip between your teeth before nodding, your voice coming out unsteady, "Okay." "Now...are you ready?" He asks softly, stroking his thumbs along the dip of your hips. "Yeah," You shift on his lip, "Yeah, I'm ready." He grabs a little bottle of lube, spilling some across his fingers and warming it between his hands. Then he reaches down and enters you, the motion making you gasp and buck into his hand as he simultaneously strokes your member, his hand moving in long and slow motions. His fingers are long, graceful, and they reach so far inside you. One, then two, then three; he whispers praise and endearments the whole time, pressing kisses along your jaw until you go crashing over the edge. You shatter, shaking apart in his arms, and he slowly puts you back together. "That's it," He whispers as you twitch with pleasure, "Just feel it." He gently lays you back on the bed, hovering aboved you. Taking the lube again, he pours a generous amount over his cock, stroking up and down to spread the thin gel. The tip then presses against you and you moan, still trembling with pleasure but also ready for more. He pushes in slowly, watching you the whole time. You throw your head back as he fills you, arching up to try and take more than he's giving you. “You’re doing so good,” Viktor breaths out, stroking his thumb in small circles on your hip, “Taking it so well, aren’t you? You’re so pretty when you moan, you know that?” You choke on your breath as he pushes you back down before thrusting forward, forcing the thick silicone in deeper. The base lays flush with your skin as you shudder, groaning, taking it all. “There it is,” His lips curl into a smile as he looks down at you, “Can you make that noise for me again?” He pulls out before sinking in all at once. You cry is even louder this time as your legs begin to twitch. He drags you closer with ease, his hands settling around your waist. “Perfect,” He leans down, capturing you in a brief but consuming kiss, “Absolutely perfect.” [[A rhythm is quickly established, and he's relentless in wringing noise after noise from you.|vik amab pt 2]] He pulls you on top of him, positioning you on his lap as he pleases. He nips at your jaw, teeth sharpened with arousal, and you stifle a moan in his shoulder. He grabs you by the hair, gently pulling you away. "I want to hear you," He says, voice low, "There's no one else here. The two stooges are in class until this evening, so you have no excuse." You catch your bottom lip between your teeth before nodding, your voice coming out unsteady, "Okay." "Now...are you ready?" He asks softly, stroking his thumbs along the dip of your hips. "Yeah," You shift on his lip, "Yeah, I'm ready." He grabs a little bottle of lube, spilling some across his fingers and warming it between his hands. Then he reaches down and enters you, the motion making you gasp and buck into his hand as his thumb simultaneously strokes that little bundle of nerves near the top. His fingers are long, graceful, and they reach so far inside you. One, then two, then three; he whispers praise and endearments the whole time, pressing kisses along your jaw until you go crashing over the edge. You shatter, shaking apart in his arms, and he slowly puts you back together. "That's it," He whispers as you twitch with pleasure, "Just feel it." He gently lays you back on the bed, hovering aboved you. Taking the lube again, he pours a generous amount over his cock, stroking up and down to spread the thin gel. The tip then presses against you and you moan, still trembling with pleasure but also ready for more. He pushes in slowly, watching you the whole time. You throw your head back as he fills you, arching up to try and take more than he's giving you. “You’re doing so good,” Viktor breaths out, stroking his thumb in small circles on your hip, “Taking it so well, aren’t you? You’re so pretty when you moan, you know that?” You choke on your breath as he pushes you back down before thrusting forward, forcing the thick silicone in deeper. The base lays flush with your skin as you shudder, groaning, taking it all. “There it is,” His lips curl into a smile as he looks down at you, “Can you make that noise for me again?” He pulls out before sinking in all at once. You cry is even louder this time as your legs begin to twitch. He drags you closer with ease, his hands settling around your waist. “Perfect,” He leans down, capturing you in a brief but consuming kiss, “Absolutely perfect.” [[A rhythm is quickly established, and he's relentless in wringing noise after noise from you.|vik afab pt 2]] You find release again, almost too soon. Viktor isn't helping matters, what with how he's touching any inch of skin he can. His hands make a burning trail across your body, leaving you flushed and wanting as his thrusts grow erratic. Finally, as you're approaching your second climax of the evening, he pulls you in for another kiss. His tongue enters your mouth as he manhandles you, situating you on his lap once more so you're riding him. It forces the cock in even deeper, and you arch into him as your moans grown louder. You reach up, gripping his horns to steady yourself as you move your hips up and down. He lets out a low keening noise, hands gripping your waist tighter as he aids your efforts and slams you down on top of him as he pushes up. You nearly go limp as you clamp down on his cock, shaking, and he wraps his arms around you as he pulls out. He unfastens the straps, tossing them onto the floor as he lays you both down. "We're showering as soon as you stand," He informs you promptly. You groan, pressing your face into crease of his neck, "You're gonna be waiting a while..." "A bath then." He strokes reverent fingers through your hair. [[You grunt your agreement, eyes slipping shut. The last thing you hear is his breathy laughter, and you know that bath isn't happening any time soon, either.|Selection]] You find release again, almost too soon. Viktor isn't helping matters, what with how he's touching any inch of skin he can. His hands make a burning trail across your body, leaving you flushed and wanting as his thrusts grow erratic. Finally, as you're approaching your second climax of the evening, he pulls you in for another kiss. His tongue enters your mouth as he manhandles you, situating you on his lap once more so you're riding him. It forces the cock in even deeper, and you arch into him as your moans grown louder. You reach up, gripping his horns to steady yourself as you move your hips up and down. He lets out a low keening noise, hands gripping your waist tighter as he aids your efforts and slams you down on top of him as he pushes up. You nearly go limp as your seed splatters across his stomach, and he wraps his arms around you as he pulls out. He unfastens the straps, tossing them onto the floor as he lays you both down. "We're showering as soon as you stand," He informs you promptly. You groan, pressing your face into crease of his neck, "You're gonna be waiting a while..." "A bath then." He strokes reverent fingers through your hair. [[You grunt your agreement, eyes slipping shut. The last thing you hear is his breathy laughter, and you know that bath isn't happening any time soon, either.|Selection]] What is your name? <<textbox "$name" "" "luci rivera one">> [[Continue...|luci rivera one]]<div class="choice">[[Lucien Rivera|male luci one]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[Lucia Rivera|female luci one]]</div>\<<nobr>> <<set $gamechapter to "Lucien Rivera: <br> Just a Touch...">> <div class="centered-image"> [img[images/lucien1.png]] </div> <br> <</nobr>>His feathers are soft as you carefully run water-slick hands through them. Lucien sits backward in the kitchen chair, slumped over to lean his face against the top rail of it. The feathers really are quite matted; his dislocated shoulder doesn't help matters, his arm unable to reach them properly for preening. He shudders as your fingers dance closer to his skin, where a twisted scar sticks out like a sore thumb at the base of his wings. You hesitate. "It's okay," He breathes out. You swallow, carefully discarding the loose feathers and random debris into the trashcan next to you. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" You command, the effect lessened by your wavering voice. He nods, his dark curls swaying with the movement. You continue, hands running up and down the feathers in delicate movements. The scar keeps drawing your eye, though. It's twisted and painful looking, marring otherwise unblemished brown skin. Your hands drift closer, unconsciously stroking a gentle thumb across the mangled tissue. He jolts beneath your touch, going rigid, and you freeze. "I'm sorry-" You begin, but he interrupts you. "I said it was okay," He repeats his earlier words, "Keep going." You blink, "It...You never talk about it." You can see the muscles tense in his back, his wings rustling as he gathers the words. "It's a sore topic," He whispers lowly. You give into your curiosity, now bolstered with his permission. He shudders but doesn't object as your fingers graze over the old scar, wishing you knew the story behind it. "Does it hurt?" You ask. He shakes his head, "No, just sensitive." You move back to his wings, taking greater care to card your hands through them delicately. Lucien's breathing has grown shaky, and you try to hazard a glance at his face. He remains stubbornly turned away, but you can see the tightness of his jaw regardless. "So it feels nice?" You hazard a guess, "Not the scar in particular, but-" "Your touch does." He says, the words trembling, "It's...soothing." You pause again, "Soothing?" Lucien's back arches slightly when you halt, chasing your touch, and you oblige. With no particular rhyme or reason, you run a hand down the scar and continue on to caress the small of his back. Wrapping an arm around his middle, you splay your fingers out along his ribs. As you trail them down his sides, you rub calming circles into sensitive skin. He sucks in a sharp gasp of air, shifting in his seat. Squirming slightly, he leans backward in the chair as if to give you more access to his body. "Was that //soothing//?" You ask, a smile curling your lips. "$name-" His voice is hoarse, pleading, aching for you to do anything. "What do you want?" You lean closer to him, your front barely brushing his back, "What do you want me to do?" "Whatever you want," Lucien says, turning to look at you over his shoulder. His brown eyes are glossy and framed with long, wet lashes. A dark blush, barely visible, sits high on his cheeks as he watches you. <div class="choice">[["What I want might be too much," You say, reaching forward to cup his cheek.|male luci 1.2 warning]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[["Whatever I want?" You clarify with a playful look, "Are you sure about that?"|male luci 1.2 playful]]</div>\<<nobr>> <<set $gamechapter to "Lucia Rivera: <br> Just a Touch...">> <div class="centered-image"> [img[images/lucia1.png]] </div> <br> <</nobr>>Her feathers are soft as you carefully run water-slick hands through them. Lucia sits backward in the kitchen chair, slumped over to lean her face against the top rail of it. The feathers really are quite matted; her dislocated shoulder doesn't help matters, her arm unable to reach them properly for preening. She shudders as your fingers dance closer to her skin, where a twisted scar sticks out like a sore thumb at the base of her wings. You hesitate. "It's okay," She breathes out. You swallow, carefully discarding the loose feathers and random debris into the trashcan next to you. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" You command, the effect lessened by your wavering voice. She nods, her dark curls swaying with the movement. You continue, hands running up and down the feathers in delicate movements. The scar keeps drawing your eye, though. It's twisted and painful looking, marring otherwise unblemished brown skin. Your hands drift closer, unconsciously stroking a gentle thumb across the mangled tissue. She jolts beneath your touch, going rigid, and you freeze. "I'm sorry-" You begin, but she interrupts you. "I said it was okay," She repeats her earlier words, "Keep going." You blink, "It...You never talk about it." You can see the muscles tense in her back, her wings rustling as she gathers the words. "It's a sore topic," She whispers lowly. You give into your curiosity, now bolstered with her permission. She shudders but doesn't object as your fingers graze over the old scar, wishing you knew the story behind it. "Does it hurt?" You ask. She shakes her head, "No, just sensitive." You move back to her wings, taking greater care to card your hands through them delicately. Lucia's breathing has grown shaky, and you try to hazard a glance at her face. She remains stubbornly turned away, but you can see the tightness of her jaw regardless. "So it feels nice?" You hazard a guess, "Not the scar in particular, but-" "Your touch does." She says, the words trembling, "It's...soothing." You pause again, "Soothing?" Lucia's back arches slightly when you halt, chasing your touch, and you oblige. With no particular rhyme or reason, you run a hand down the scar and continue on to caress the small of her back. Wrapping an arm around her middle, you splay your fingers out along her ribs. As you trail them down her sides, you rub calming circles into sensitive skin. She sucks in a sharp gasp of air, shifting in her seat. Squirming slightly, she leans backward in the chair as if to give you more access to her body. "Was that //soothing//?" You ask, a smile curling your lips. "$name-" Her voice is hoarse, pleading, aching for you to do anything. "What do you want?" You lean closer to him, your front barely brushing her back, "What do you want me to do?" "Whatever you want," Lucia says, turning to look at you over her shoulder. Her brown eyes are glossy and framed with long, wet lashes. A dark blush, barely visible, sits high on her cheeks as she watches you. <div class="choice">[["What I want might be too much," You say, reaching forward to cup her cheek.|female luci 1.2 warning]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[["Whatever I want?" You clarify with a playful look, "Are you sure about that?"|female luci 1.2 playful]]</div>\"It's not," He nearly pleads, "It's //not//." You stroke your thumb along the curve of his cheekbone, "You're sure?" He sways forward, hungry for whatever scraps you'll spare him. Your lips brush only faintly, but he twists fully in his seat to take it all in, to lose himself in you. "Please-" His voice cracks when you pull away, one tear breaking free and rolling down his cheek. You brush the dampness away, holding his face in both of your hands. "So pretty," You coo. He groans sharply, wings wrapping around you to try and reel you in closer. His legs fall open to make room for you as you step into his space, fingers drawing patterns into the hard line of his jaw all the while. "Please," He whispers, pleading, "Please, $name." "You want this, then?" You ask, enjoying the way he nods quickly before the words have even left your mouth. "Yes," He admits, "I'm sor-" You press a finger against his mouth, "Don't apologize for that." His eyes are blown wide, and he nods slowly. You pull back, holding a hand out, and he follows like a moth to flame. His attention is fully on you as you lead him to the couch... <div class="choice">[[You want to take the lead.|male luci sub]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You want him to take the lead.|male luci dom]]</div>\"I'm sure," He nearly pleads, "I'm //sure//." You stroke your thumb along the curve of his cheekbone, lips quirking in a teasing smile, "Absolutely positive?" He whines and sways forward, hungry for whatever scraps you'll spare him. Your lips brush only faintly, but he twists fully in his seat to take it all in, to lose himself in you. "Please-" His voice cracks when you pull away, one tear breaking free and rolling down his cheek. You brush the dampness away, holding his face in both of your hands. "So pretty," You coo. He groans sharply, wings wrapping around you to try and reel you in closer. His legs fall open to make room for you as you step into his space, fingers drawing patterns into the hard line of his jaw all the while. "Please," He whispers, pleading, "Please, $name." "You want this, then?" You ask, enjoying the way he nods quickly before the words have even left your mouth. "Yes," He admits, "I'm sor-" You press a finger against his mouth, "Don't apologize for that." His eyes are blown wide, and he nods slowly. You pull back, holding a hand out, and he follows as if you're a beacon. His attention is fully on you as you lead him to the couch... <div class="choice">[[You want to take the lead.|male luci sub]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You want him to take the lead.|male luci dom]]</div>\ You sit on the couch, pulling him down with you by the hips. He perches on your lap uneasily, looking down at you with a gaze that's almost shy. You rest a hand on his hip, stroking the place where bare skin meets the waistband of his pants. You tug at one of the belt loops sharply. "Get them off." You say, raking your eyes down his form. He stands, hands fidgeting nervously as he undoes the buttons and hooks his thumbs in his pants and underwear to drag them down. You don't take your eyes off him for a second; they drop lower and lower, revealing the v-line of his abdomen and then his member and then his strong thighs. All those squats he does for a better launch into the sky have really paid off. When he comes closer again, you grab him by his good arm and twist him around before he sits in your lap again. He tilts his wings slightly, letting them droop so you can avoid a face full of feathers. You tug him tight against you as he tumbles down to the couch, and he sucks in a sharp breath as your chest is nearly pressed flush against his back. You tangle your fingers into his curls, yanking his head back until his neck is pulled taught. His legs, long and graceful and thrown over to one side, twitch with the rest of him. A low moan is torn from Lucien as he leans back, practically collapsing into your touch. With your free hand, you trail up his chest and come to wrap your fingers around his throat. You rest them there, heavily, before giving an experimental squeeze. His gasp is choked off, hands fluttering mid-air as he trembles against you. "Like that?" You ask, coy, taking your hand from his chest to reach down and grip his hardened length. "$name-" He cries, jolting in your hold. You tilt down to where the scar is, pushing him forward until you have access, careful of his bad shoulder. You place a small, chaste kiss on the raised skin before immediately licking a long stripe over it. "Oh-!" He gasps, his shock making him jerk away. You hold fast even as he melts back into you, half leaning on you and the arm of the couch. You continue lavishing the scar with attention, pass after pass of your tongue and kiss after kiss landing squarely in the center. His shoulders shake, growing worse the longer you keep it up, and when you hear a particularly watery gasp you find yourself stopping. [[You turn his face just slightly so you can see it over his shoulder, your hand growing wet with tears as you do so, and you see bloodshot eyes staring back.|sub crying luci]] You press a kiss into the back of his neck as you stroke his member, still resting hard and heavy in your other hand. "What's wrong?" You ask, warm breath ghosting over skin like memories best left forgotten. "I'm sorry-" He wheezes, desperate for absolution, "$name, I'm sorry, I'm-" You don't know what he's apologizing for; the here and now, which is definitely new but not at //all// shocking, or the past, which has been long settled. "Shh," You hush him, "Does it still feel good?" He pauses, stifling his cries for a moment, giving an ever-so-slight nod of his head. "Then forget about anything else," You say, "Just focus on this..." You grip him harder, increasing your pace as a groan escapes him instead of a sob. "Focus on my hand," You continue, "Focus on my touch..." You scratch your nails gently down his scar, "Focus on me, angel." He goes still, reaching his peak, shattering as he comes down. Hazy eyes stare up at you, still flushed with tears but sated at the very least. "That's number one," You coo, carding gentle fingers through his hair, "Can you give me another?" He shudders, nods, pulls himself together by the seams. "Good," You whisper, "Good boy. You're doing so good, taking it all so well..." <div class="choice">[[You're terribly hard at this point, your want pulsing through your veins.|male luci sub male mc]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You'd grown wet just from watching him, desire humming through you like a heartbeat.|male luci sub fem mc]]</div>\ You press his shaking body forward and he goes willingly, his first orgasm making him pliable to whatever your intentions might be. You're careful with his shoulder, pushing several couch cushions his way to prevent discomfort. His hands grip the material tightly as you pause for a moment. "Bottom drawer," Lucien says, still a bit breathless, "Left side of the couch." Conveinently right beside you. You fish it out easily, raising an eyebrow despite Lucien being unable to see you. You run cold, lube-slicked fingers down his back and enjoy watching him shiver. "Odd placement for it to be in the living room," You remark. "Put it there after last time," Luci mutters quietly into the pillow beneath him. You politely refrain from laughing, "Thoughtful." He spreads open so prettily, so easily. He comes apart beneath you as you press in, muffled noises echoing in the room. You breathe out, shaky, and twist your fingers in his hair to pull his head out of the pillow. His back arches as you manhandle him, a hungry noise crawling from his throat, begging for more. "I want to hear you," You say, voice low, "Don't hide." And he listens. Every moan, every whimper, every plea; you hear it all in perfect clarity. Your movements grow faster, messier, eager to both wring more noises from Lucien and chase the pleasure coursing through you- You tremble as you topple over the edge, pushing deep inside Lucien as he's dragged down with you. His wings flutter, a few stray feathers scattering, and you lean down and kiss his scar one last time. He slumps down into the cushions below, boneless and satisfied, "You're going to kill me..." "Hardly," You say, squeezing down to lay beside him, "I love you far too much to kill you." His lip wobbles slightly and he bites it hard. You frown, reaching a hand up to brush across the tender flesh. "Stop doing that," You say gently, "You bite down until you bleed." "It distracts me," He says, as if it should be obvious, "So I won't cry or do something equally embarrassing. Like I just did." "I enjoyed what we just did," You say, "And I don't like seeing you bleed." His lips twist to the side as he considers your words. "Alright," He says quietly, "And thank you." [[He settles down further, a large wing fluttering down to cover the two of you like a blanket. It's warm, and you feel soft in the afterglow as you curl into one another for a mid-afternoon nap.|Selection]] You press his shaking body backward and he goes willingly, his first orgasm making him pliable to whatever your intentions might be. You're careful with his shoulder, pushing several couch cushions his way to prevent discomfort. He lays facing you on his back, wings splayed out, eyes wide and waiting. His hands twist into the material of the pillows as you pause for a moment. "Bottom drawer," Lucien says, still a bit breathless, "Left side of the couch." Conveinently right beside you. You fish it out easily, raising an eyebrow at him as you uncap the bottle. "Odd placement for it to be in the living room," You remark. You run cold, lube-slicked fingers down his stomach and enjoy watching him shiver. "Put it there after last time," Luci mutters quietly. You politely refrain from laughing, "Thoughtful." His legs spread open easily to accommodate you as you lather his length in lube, his fingers twitching as you give him a few long strokes. He comes apart beneath you as you press down and take him inside you, biting his lip to muffle the noises that threaten to escape. You breathe out, shaky as you roll your hips down onto him. You twist your fingers in his hair to pull his head in your direction and kiss him wholly, messily, pushing your tongue deep into his mouth as he returns the very same gesture. His back arches as you manhandle him, a hungry noise crawling from his throat, begging for more. "I want to hear you," You say, voice low, "Don't hide." And he listens. Every moan, every whimper, every plea; you hear it all in perfect clarity. Your movements grow faster, messier, eager to both wring more noises from Lucien and chase the pleasure coursing through you- You tremble as you topple over the edge, bucking hard as Lucien as is dragged down with you. His wings flutter, a few stray feathers scattering into the air. He slumps down into the cushions below, boneless and satisfied, "You're going to kill me..." "Hardly," You say, squeezing down to lay beside him, "I love you far too much to kill you." His lip wobbles slightly and he bites it hard. You frown, reaching a hand up to brush across the tender flesh. "Stop doing that," You say gently, "You bite down until you bleed." "It distracts me," He says, as if it should be obvious, "So I won't cry or do something equally embarrassing. Like I just did." "I enjoyed what we just did," You say, "And I don't like seeing you bleed." His lips twist to the side as he considers your words. "Alright," He says quietly, "And thank you." [[He settles down further, a large wing fluttering down to cover the two of you like a blanket. It's warm, and you feel soft in the afterglow as you curl into one another for a mid-afternoon nap.|Selection]]"I'm sure," She nearly pleads, "I'm //sure//." You stroke your thumb along the curve of her cheekbone, lips quirking in a teasing smile, "Absolutely positive?" She whines and sways forward, hungry for whatever scraps you'll spare her. Your lips brush only faintly, but she twists fully in her seat to take it all in, to lose herself in you. "Please-" Her voice cracks when you pull away, one tear breaking free and rolling down her cheek. You brush the dampness away, holding her face in both of your hands. "So pretty," You coo. She groans sharply, wings wrapping around you to try and reel you in closer. Her legs fall open to make room for you as you step into her space, fingers drawing patterns into the hard line of her jaw all the while. "Please," She whispers, pleading, "Please, $name." "You want this, then?" You ask, enjoying the way she nods quickly before the words have even left your mouth. "Yes," She admits, "I'm sor-" You press a finger against her mouth, "Don't apologize for that." Her eyes are blown wide, and she nods slowly. You pull back, holding a hand out, and she follows as if you're a beacon. Her attention is fully on you as you lead her to the couch... <div class="choice">[[You want to take the lead.|female luci sub]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You want her to take the lead.|female luci dom]]</div>\"It's not," She nearly pleads, "It's //not//." You stroke your thumb along the curve of her cheekbone, "You're sure?" She sways forward, hungry for whatever scraps you'll spare her. Your lips brush only faintly, but she twists fully in her seat to take it all in, to lose herself in you. "Please-" Her voice cracks when you pull away, one tear breaking free and rolling down her cheek. You brush the dampness away, holding her face in both of your hands. "So pretty," You coo. She groans sharply, wings wrapping around you to try and reel you in closer. Her legs fall open to make room for you as you step into her space, fingers drawing patterns into the hard line of her jaw all the while. "Please," She whispers, pleading, "Please, $name." "You want this, then?" You ask, enjoying the way she nods quickly before the words have even left your mouth. "Yes," She admits, "I'm sor-" You press a finger against her mouth, "Don't apologize for that." Her eyes are blown wide, and she nods slowly. You pull back, holding a hand out, and she follows as if you're a beacon. Her attention is fully on you as you lead her to the couch... <div class="choice">[[You want to take the lead.|female luci sub]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You want her to take the lead.|female luci dom]]</div>\ You sit on the couch, pulling her down with you by the hips. She perches on your lap uneasily, looking down at you with a gaze that's almost shy. You rest a hand on her hip, stroking the place where bare skin meets the waistband of her pants. You tug at one of the belt loops sharply. "Get them off." You say, raking your eyes down her form. She stands, hands fidgeting nervously as she undoes the buttons and hooks her thumbs in her pants and underwear to drag them down. You don't take your eyes off her for a second; they drop lower and lower, revealing the line of her abdomen and then her strong thighs. All those squats she does for a better launch into the sky have really paid off. When she comes closer again, you grab her by her good arm and twist her around before she sits in your lap again. She tilts her wings slightly, letting them droop so you can avoid a face full of feathers. You tug her tight against you as she tumbles down to the couch, and she sucks in a sharp breath as your chest is nearly pressed flush against her back. You tangle your fingers into her curls, yanking her head back until her neck is pulled taught. Her legs, long and graceful and thrown over to one side, twitch with the rest of her. A low moan is torn from Lucia as she leans back, practically collapsing into your touch. With your free hand, you trail up her chest and come to wrap your fingers around her throat. You rest them there, heavily, before giving an experimental squeeze. Her gasp is choked off, hands fluttering mid-air as she trembles against you. "Like that?" You ask, coy, taking your hand from her chest to reach down and stroke her, careful to gently massage that pleasurable spot right near her entrance. "$name-" She cries, jolting in your hold. You tilt down to where the scar is, pushing her forward until you have access, careful of her bad shoulder. You place a small, chaste kiss on the raised skin before immediately licking a long stripe over it. "Oh-!" She gasps, her shock making her jerk away. You hold fast even as she melts back into you, half leaning on you and the arm of the couch. You continue lavishing the scar with attention, pass after pass of your tongue and kiss after kiss landing squarely in the center. Her shoulders shake, growing worse the longer you keep it up, and when you hear a particularly watery gasp, you find yourself stopping. [[You turn her face just slightly so you can see it over her shoulder, your hand growing wet with tears as you do so, and you see bloodshot eyes staring back.|sub crying fem luci]] You press a kiss into the back of her neck as you push inside her, wet warmth enveloping your hand as she tries to push you in even deeper. "What's wrong?" You ask, warm breath ghosting over skin like memories best left forgotten. "I'm sorry-" She wheezes, desperate for absolution, "$name, I'm sorry, I'm-" You don't know what she's apologizing for; the here and now, which is definitely new but not at //all// shocking, or the past, which has been long settled. "Shh," You hush her, "Does it still feel good?" She pauses, stifling her cries for a moment, giving an ever-so-slight nod of her head. "Then forget about anything else," You say, "Just focus on this..." You grip her harder, increasing your pace as a groan escapes her instead of a sob. "Focus on my hand," You continue, "Focus on my touch..." You scratch your nails gently down her scar, "Focus on me, angel." She goes still, reaching her peak, shattering as she comes down. Hazy eyes stare up at you, still flushed with tears but sated at the very least. "That's number one," You coo, carding gentle fingers through her hair, "Can you give me another?" She shudders, nods, pulls herself together by the seams. "Good," You whisper, "Good girl. You're doing so good, taking it all so well..." <div class="choice">[[You're terribly hard at this point, your want pulsing through your veins.|female luci sub male mc]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You'd grown wet just from watching her, desire humming through you like a heartbeat.|female luci sub fem mc]]</div>\ You press her shaking body forward and she goes willingly, her first orgasm making her pliable to whatever your intentions might be. You're careful with her shoulder, pushing several couch cushions her way to prevent discomfort. Her hands grip the material tightly as you pause for a moment. "Bottom drawer," Lucia says, still a bit breathless, "Left side of the couch." Conveinently right beside you. You fish it out easily, raising an eyebrow despite Lucia being unable to see you. You run cold, lube-slicked fingers down her back and enjoy watching her shiver. "Odd placement for it to be in the living room," You remark. "Put it there after last time," Luci mutters quietly into the pillow beneath her. You politely refrain from laughing, "Thoughtful." She spreads open so prettily, so easily. She comes apart beneath you as you press in, muffled noises echoing in the room. You breathe out, shaky, and twist your fingers in her hair to pull her head out of the pillow. Her back arches as you manhandle her, a hungry noise crawling from her throat, begging for more. "I want to hear you," You say, voice low, "Don't hide." And she listens. Every moan, every whimper, every plea; you hear it all in perfect clarity. Your movements grow faster, messier, eager to both wring more noises from Lucia and chase the pleasure coursing through you- You tremble as you topple over the edge, pushing deep inside Lucia as she's dragged down with you. Her wings flutter, a few stray feathers scattering, and you lean down and kiss her scar one last time. She slumps down into the cushions below, boneless and satisfied, "You're going to kill me..." "Hardly," You say, squeezing down to lay beside her, "I love you far too much to kill you." Her lip wobbles slightly and she bites it hard. You frown, reaching a hand up to brush across the tender flesh. "Stop doing that," You say gently, "You bite down until you bleed." "It distracts me," She says, as if it should be obvious, "So I won't cry or do something equally embarrassing. Like I just did." "I enjoyed what we just did," You say, "And I don't like seeing you bleed." Her lips twist to the side as she considers your words. "Alright," She says quietly, "And thank you." [[She settles down further, a large wing fluttering down to cover the two of you like a blanket. It's warm, and you feel soft in the afterglow as you curl into one another for a mid-afternoon nap.|Selection]] You press her shaking body backward and she goes willingly, her first orgasm making her pliable to whatever your intentions might be. You're careful with her shoulder, pushing several couch cushions her way to prevent discomfort. She lays facing you on her back, wings splayed out, eyes wide and waiting. Her hands twist into the material of the pillows as you pause for a moment. "Bottom drawer," Lucia says, still a bit breathless, "Left side of the couch." Conveinently right beside you. You fish it out easily, raising an eyebrow at her as you uncap the bottle. "Odd placement for it to be in the living room," You remark. You run cold, lube-slicked fingers down her stomach and enjoy watching her shiver. "Put it there after last time," Luci mutters quietly. You politely refrain from laughing, "Thoughtful." Her legs spread open easily to accommodate you as you lather your hands in lube, her fingers twitching as you reach deep inside her. She comes apart beneath you as you press down and and rock against her, biting her lip to muffle the noises that threaten to escape. You rock yourself against her thigh, the flexing muscles making you shudder. You breathe out, shaky as you roll your hips down onto her. You twist your fingers in her hair to pull her head in your direction and kiss her wholly, messily, pushing your tongue deep into her mouth as she returns the very same gesture. Her back arches as you manhandle her, a hungry noise crawling from her throat, begging for more. "I want to hear you," You say, voice low, "Don't hide." And she listens. Every moan, every whimper, every plea; you hear it all in perfect clarity. Your movements grow faster, messier, eager to both wring more noises from Lucia and chase the pleasure coursing through you- You tremble as you topple over the edge, bucking hard as Lucia as is dragged down with you. Her wings flutter, a few stray feathers scattering, and you lean down and kiss her scar one last time. She slumps down into the cushions below, boneless and satisfied, "You're going to kill me..." "Hardly," You say, squeezing down to lay beside her, "I love you far too much to kill you." Her lip wobbles slightly and she bites it hard. You frown, reaching a hand up to brush across the tender flesh. "Stop doing that," You say gently, "You bite down until you bleed." "It distracts me," She says, as if it should be obvious, "So I won't cry or do something equally embarrassing. Like I just did." "I enjoyed what we just did," You say, "And I don't like seeing you bleed." Her lips twist to the side as she considers your words. "Alright," She says quietly, "And thank you." [[She settles down further, a large wing fluttering down to cover the two of you like a blanket. It's warm, and you feel soft in the afterglow as you curl into one another for a mid-afternoon nap.|Selection]] His hands fumble slightly as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, and you see them tremble as they undo his pants after. The clothing falls to the floor, revealing all of him. An appealing sight, to be certain. The v-line of his abdomen and then his member and then his strong thighs...your eyes roam until you see him watching you. You flush slightly at being caught, but then his hands are on you and you can't bring youself to focus on anything outside his touch. Your clothes join his on the floor in a messy heap, and he keeps a firm grip on your hips as he sits back on the couch. You're pulled into his lap as a result, squirming as you feel his hardness brush your thighs. Fingers dance along his jaw trailing upward until you find yourself twisting them into his curls. He leans into the touch with a soft sigh, the puff of air warm against your neck as he places a soft kiss along your hammering pulse. His lips curve into a smile against your skin as he licks a delicate trail up to your jaw before sucking a mark there with an aching kind of grace. Shivers run along your spine and arms, eletricity shooting you through to your core. He pulls noises from you with the ease of a prodigy; a soft groan, a pleading whimper. You want the torture to stop, but you never want it to end. "Like that?" He asks softly, pulling away from your skin for the briefest moment. "Don't stop," You plead quietly, "Please." You see his pupil dilate, see silver light flicker in his gaze. He liked that quite a bit, apparently. Digilant hands run along your bare sides as he reels you in closer, pressing kiss after kiss along your jaw and neck and chest. You twitch in his hold as he showers attention on you, single-minded in his purpose. "You make such pretty noises," He breathes out after you let loose a particularly shaky moan into his shoulder, "Don't hide them." Your arms wrap around his waist, your grip desperate and in need of grounding. Like a magnet, your hands are drawn to that rough scar along the base of his wings. He jolts, pausing in his minstrations as you stroke it carefully. "You're beautiful," You whisper. "It's not," He denies swiftly, looking to move on. "All of you," You insist, pulling away to cup his face between your palms, "Not despite it, but including it." He bites his lip harshly, eyes glossy as a few stray tears escape, and his next kiss tastes faintly of blood. Finally, //finally//, his shaking hands drift lower. <div class="choice">[[You're terribly hard at this point, your want pulsing through your veins.|male luci dom male mc]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You'd grown wet just from his touch, desire humming through you like a heartbeat.|male luci dom fem mc]]</div>\ He reaches down, shifting you to the side slightly as he procures a small bottle of lube from the bottom drawer of his side table. You don't have long to question it before slick and cold fingers are pressing at you, pulling you open, filling you- He curls his finger ever so slightly and you fall forward with a moan. He catches you, pulls you in, and repeats the motion until you're nearly seeing stars. Then he pulls away and taps your hip lightly when you groan at the loss. "Patience," He chides sweetly, lifting you slightly until his length is pressing at your entrance, "You're doing so well, heart." The affectionate way he addresses you damn near threatens to send you over the edge, but you manage to refrain. He moves his hips, slow at first, and you come undone in his lap. You bury you fingers in his wings, hands grabbing at soft feathers as you cry out, and he gasps sharply. Not in pain, no, but something else. Something that tells you to do it again. So you do. Your gentle tug is rewarded with a thrust that jostles your entire body. Your eyelids flutter as you melt in his arms, his movements growing more pointed as he drives you closer and closer to your peak. "Are you close?" He asks, voice low and sweet, dripping like honey in your ear. You shudder, gasping as you nod frantically. "Give in to it," He commands softly, his hand reaching down to stroke you in time with his thrusts, "Go on, heart. For me." You moan as you topple over the edge, Lucien pushing deep inside you as he's dragged down with you. His wings flutter, a few stray feathers scattering as he captures you in a kiss once more. He pulls away after a long moment, slumping down into the cushions below, boneless and satisfied, "You're going to kill me..." "Hardly," You say, curling into his hold, "I love you far too much to kill you." His lip wobbles slightly and he bites it hard. You frown, reaching a hand up to brush across the tender flesh. "Stop doing that," You say gently, "You bite down until you bleed." "It distracts me," He says, as if it should be obvious, "So I won't cry or do something equally embarrassing. Like I just did." "I enjoyed what we just did," You say, "And I don't like seeing you bleed." His lips twist to the side as he considers your words. "Alright," He says quietly, "And thank you." [[He settles down further, large wings fluttering to encase you in warmth. It's warm, and you feel soft in the afterglow as you join him for a mid-afternoon nap.|Selection]] He reaches down, shifting you to the side slightly as he procures a small bottle of lube from the bottom drawer of his side table. You don't have long to question it before slick and cold fingers are entering you, filling you, his thumb stroking a spot that makes you shudder- He curls his finger ever so slightly inside you and you fall forward with a moan. He catches you, pulls you in, and repeats the motion until you're nearly seeing stars. Then he pulls away and taps your hip lightly when you groan at the loss. "Patience," He chides sweetly, lifting you slightly until his length is pressing at your entrance, "You're doing so well, heart." The affectionate way he addresses you damn near threatens to send you over the edge, but you manage to refrain. He moves his hips, slow at first, and you come undone in his lap. You bury you fingers in his wings, hands grabbing at soft feathers as you cry out, and he gasps sharply. Not in pain, no, but something else. Something that tells you to do it again. So you do. Your gentle tug is rewarded with a thrust that jostles your entire body. Your eyelids flutter as you melt in his arms, his movements growing more pointed as he drives you closer and closer to your peak. "Are you close?" He asks, voice low and sweet, dripping like honey in your ear. You shudder, gasping as you nod frantically. "Give in to it," He commands softly, his hand reaching down to rub softly at you in time with his thrusts, "Go on, heart. For me." You moan as you topple over the edge, Lucien pushing deep inside you as he's dragged down with you. His wings flutter, a few stray feathers scattering as he captures you in a kiss once more. He pulls away after a long moment, slumping down into the cushions below, boneless and satisfied, "You're going to kill me..." "Hardly," You say, curling into his hold, "I love you far too much to kill you." His lip wobbles slightly and he bites it hard. You frown, reaching a hand up to brush across the tender flesh. "Stop doing that," You say gently, "You bite down until you bleed." "It distracts me," He says, as if it should be obvious, "So I won't cry or do something equally embarrassing. Like I just did." "I enjoyed what we just did," You say, "And I don't like seeing you bleed." His lips twist to the side as he considers your words. "Alright," He says quietly, "And thank you." [[He settles down further, large wings fluttering to encase you in warmth. It's warm, and you feel soft in the afterglow as you join him for a mid-afternoon nap.|Selection]] Her hands fumble slightly as she undoes the buttons of her shirt, and you see them tremble as they undo her pants after. The clothing falls to the floor, revealing all of her. An appealing sight, to be certain. The soft swell of her chest and the lines of her abdomen and then her strong thighs...your eyes roam until you see her watching you. You flush slightly at being caught, but then her hands are on you and you can't bring youself to focus on anything outside her touch. Your clothes join hers on the floor in a messy heap, and she keeps a firm grip on your hips as she sits back on the couch. You're pulled into her lap as a result, squirming as you feel her hands brush your thighs. Fingers dance along her jaw, trailing upward until you find yourself twisting them into her curls. She leans into the touch with a soft sigh, the puff of air warm against your neck as she places a soft kiss along your hammering pulse. Her lips curve into a smile against your skin as she licks a delicate trail up to your jaw before sucking a mark there with an aching kind of grace. Shivers run along your spine and arms, eletricity shooting you through to your core. She pulls noises from you with the ease of a prodigy; a soft groan, a pleading whimper. You want the torture to stop, but you never want it to end. "Like that?" She asks softly, pulling away from your skin for the briefest moment. "Don't stop," You plead quietly, "Please." You see her pupil dilate, see silver light flicker in her gaze. She liked that quite a bit, apparently. Digilant hands run along your bare sides as she reels you in closer, pressing kiss after kiss along your jaw and neck and chest. You twitch in her hold as she showers attention on you, single-minded in her purpose. "You make such pretty noises," She breathes out after you let loose a particularly shaky moan into her shoulder, "Don't hide them." Your arms wrap around her waist, your grip desperate and in need of grounding. Like a magnet, your hands are drawn to that rough scar along the base of her wings. She jolts, pausing in her minstrations as you stroke it carefully. "You're beautiful," You whisper. "It's not," She denies swiftly, looking to move on. "All of you," You insist, pulling away to cup her face between your palms, "Not despite it, but including it." She bites her lip harshly, eyes glossy as a few stray tears escape, and her next kiss tastes faintly of blood. Finally, //finally//, her shaking hands drift lower. <div class="choice">[[You're terribly hard at this point, your want pulsing through your veins.|female luci dom male mc]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You'd grown wet just from her touch, desire humming through you like a heartbeat.|female luci dom fem mc]]</div>\ She reaches down, shifting you to the side slightly as she procures a small bottle of lube from the bottom drawer of her side table. You don't have long to question it before she presses the bottle into your clumsy fingers with a meaningful gaze. You press cold, slick fingers into her carefull. She shudders beneath you, grip tightening on your hips as you curl your finger ever so slightly within her. She moans, pulls you in, and you repeat the motion until she taps at your hip. A signal to stop. You almost whine as you pull your hands away. She was so close, and she looks so beuatiful when she's cresting along the shores of a climax. "Patience," She chides sweetly, shifting until your length is pressing at her entrance and you're wedged between her thighs for better access, "You're doing so well, heart." The affectionate way she addresses you damn near threatens to send you over the edge, but you manage to refrain. She moves her hips, slow at first as she pulls you inside, and you come undone in her. You bury you fingers in her wings, hands grabbing at soft feathers as you cry out, and she gasps sharply. Not in pain, no, but something else. Something that tells you to do it again. So you do. Your gentle tug is rewarded as she presses you back and takes you the hilt. Your eyelids flutter as you melt in her grasp, her movements growing more pointed as she drives you closer and closer to your peak. "Are you close?" She asks, voice low and sweet, dripping like honey in your ear. You shudder, gasping as you nod frantically. "Give in to it," She commands softly, her hand reaching down to roll a nipple between gentle fingers as she rolls her hips into your thrusts, "Go on, heart. For me." You moan as you topple over the edge, Lucia taking you deep inside as she's dragged down with you. Her wings flutter, a few stray feathers scattering as she captures you in a kiss once more. She pulls away after a long moment, slumping down into the cushions below, boneless and satisfied, "You're going to kill me..." "Hardly," You say, curling into her hold, "I love you far too much to kill you." Her lip wobbles slightly and she bites it hard. You frown, reaching a hand up to brush across the tender flesh. "Stop doing that," You say gently, "You bite down until you bleed." "It distracts me," She says, as if it should be obvious, "So I won't cry or do something equally embarrassing. Like I just did." "I enjoyed what we just did," You say, "And I don't like seeing you bleed." Her lips twist to the side as she considers your words. "Alright," She says quietly, "And thank you." [[She settles down further, large wings fluttering to encase you in warmth. It's warm, and you feel soft in the afterglow as you join her for a mid-afternoon nap.|Selection]] She reaches down, shifting you to the side slightly as she procures a small bottle of lube from the bottom drawer of her side table, a small egg-shaped vibrator following. You don't have long to question it before slick and cold fingers are entering you, filling you, her thumb stroking a spot that makes you shudder- She curls her finger ever so slightly inside you and you fall forward with a moan. She catches you, pulls you in, and repeats the motion until you're nearly seeing stars. Then she pulls away and taps your hip lightly when you groan at the loss. "Patience," She chides sweetly, pressing the vibrator into you, "You're doing so well, heart." The affectionate way she addresses you damn near threatens to send you over the edge, but you manage to refrain. She moves the vibrator, slow at first, and you come undone in her lap. You bury you fingers in her wings, hands grabbing at soft feathers as you cry out, and she gasps sharply. Not in pain, no, but something else. Something that tells you to do it again. So you do. Your gentle tug is rewarded with a thrust that jostles your entire body, the vubrations electrifying you to your core. Your eyelids flutter as you melt in her arms, her movements growing more pointed as she drives you closer and closer to your peak. "Are you close?" She asks, voice low and sweet, dripping like honey in your ear. You shudder, gasping as you nod frantically. Her free hand trails down, her fingers pressing into her own entrance. "Give in to it," She commands softly, breaths growing quick as her fingers grow quicker and her thrusts grow deeper, "Go on, heart. For me." You moan as you topple over the edge, Lucia pulling you close as she's dragged down with you. Her wings flutter, a few stray feathers scattering as she captures you in a kiss once more. She pulls away after a long moment, slumping down into the cushions below, boneless and satisfied, "You're going to kill me..." "Hardly," You say, curling into her hold, "I love you far too much to kill you." Her lip wobbles slightly and she bites it hard. You frown, reaching a hand up to brush across the tender flesh. "Stop doing that," You say gently, "You bite down until you bleed." "It distracts me," She says, as if it should be obvious, "So I won't cry or do something equally embarrassing. Like I just did." "I enjoyed what we just did," You say, "And I don't like seeing you bleed." Her lips twist to the side as she considers your words. "Alright," She says quietly, "And thank you." [[She settles down further, large wings fluttering to encase you in warmth. It's warm, and you feel soft in the afterglow as you join her for a mid-afternoon nap.|Selection]] What is your name? <<textbox "$name" "" "cam fletcher one">> [[Continue...|cam fletcher one]]<div class="choice">[[Cameron Fletcher (male)|male cam one]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[Cameron Fletcher (female)|female cam one]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[Cameron Fletcher (nonbinary)|nb cam one]]</div>\<<nobr>> <<set $gamechapter to "Cameron Fletcher: <br> Nights Like This">> <div class="centered-image"> [img[images/cameron1.png]] </div> <br> <</nobr>>“Do you have marshmallows?” Cameron asks, barely even on his tiptoes as he rummages around through the cabinets up top, “What kind of monsters don’t keep marshmallows?” “You can ask Theo when he gets back from vacation, if you want.” You smile slightly, leaning against the counter. “No!” Cameron looks back, brown eyes wide, “I don’t even want Parker knowing I was here.” “He’s not that bad,” You chide, drawing closer to the sorcerer, “I think you two have made some real headway towards being friends, you know.” He dramatically crinkles his nose, feigning disgust, “When pigs fly. Well…I guess Parker does have wings…” You choke on laugh, knocking your hip against his own, “Behave. We can do without marshmallows this once, but I do want this supposedly magic cocoa you’ve been bragging about.” “My aunt’s secret recipe,” His chest puffs out slightly, “Part of the magic is in the marshmallows, but I guess I can make do.” He has all sorts of ingredients tossed on the counter, from confectioners sugar to cocoa powder. All of which he notably brought himself; you recall him pulling tins and pouches from his book bag with fond amusement. Your small dorm kitchen soon smells like fragrantly sweet chocolate as he stirs everything together before pulling your milk from the fridge. Soon enough, two near boiling mugs of hot chocolate are sitting on your counter. “Don’t touch the cups,” Cameron says quickly, “I never wait long enough. Always burn my fingers and tongue.” “We’ll let it cool.” You cup his chin, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, “Thanks, Cam.” “I mean,” He shrugs, grinning, “I couldn’t deprive you of the legendary, amazing-“ “Okay,” You pull away, rolling your eyes, “You ruined it.” He laughs, quick to reel you back in by the waist and plant a firm kiss against your lips. You accept the affection, nearly eager as your bodies press together. You end up backed against the counter once more, Cam’s hands planted on the countertop essentially closing you in. You don’t hate it, though, and you certainly don’t ask him to stop. Running a hand along the back of his neck, you tease some of the curls there as he groans into your mouth. He pulls away, his eyes trailing over your lips before looking up to meet your gaze. “Cam,” You say, breathless, but he understands from just that. His thigh slots between yours and you groan as he rocks back and forth, one hand moving to stroke the small of your back as the pressure drives you crazy. You lean forward, face pressed into his shoulder as a moan falls from your lips unconsciously. He shudders at the sounds, moving faster. Every little noise you make, every gasp, every wanton groan shared between the two of you; it all just makes him even more enticed to continue. <div class="choice">[[He pulls away from the heated kiss, his lips slick and cheeks stained a dark red, nearly unnoticeable in the dim kitchen light.|post kiss m cam]]</div>\<<nobr>> <<set $gamechapter to "Cameron Fletcher: <br> Nights Like This">> <div class="centered-image"> [img[images/cameron1.png]] </div> <br> <</nobr>>“Do you have marshmallows?” Cameron asks, barely even on her tiptoes as she rummages around through the cabinets up top, “What kind of monsters don’t keep marshmallows?” “You can ask Theo when he gets back from vacation, if you want.” You smile slightly, leaning against the counter. “No!” Cameron looks back, brown eyes wide, “I don’t even want Parker knowing I was here.” “He’s not that bad,” You chide, drawing closer to the sorcerer, “I think you two have made some real headway towards being friends, you know.” She dramatically crinkles her nose, feigning disgust, “When pigs fly. Well…I guess Parker does have wings…” You choke on laugh, knocking your hip against her own, “Behave. We can do without marshmallows this once, but I do want this supposedly magic cocoa you’ve been bragging about.” “My aunt’s secret recipe,” Her chest puffs out slightly, “Part of the magic is in the marshmallows, but I guess I can make do.” She has all sorts of ingredients tossed on the counter, from confectioners sugar to cocoa powder. All of which she notably brought herself; you recall her pulling tins and pouches from her book bag with fond amusement. Your small dorm kitchen soon smells like fragrantly sweet chocolate as she stirs everything together before pulling your milk from the fridge. Soon enough, two near boiling mugs of hot chocolate are sitting on your counter. “Don’t touch the cups,” Cameron says quickly, “I never wait long enough. Always burn my fingers and tongue.” “We’ll let it cool.” You cup her chin, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, “Thanks, Cam.” “I mean,” She shrugs, grinning, “I couldn’t deprive you of the legendary, amazing-“ “Okay,” You pull away, rolling your eyes, “You ruined it.” She laughs, quick to reel you back in by the waist and plant a firm kiss against your lips. You accept the affection, nearly eager as your bodies press together. You end up backed against the counter once more, Cam’s hands planted on the countertop essentially closing you in. You don’t hate it, though, and you certainly don’t ask her to stop. Running a hand along the back of her neck, you tease some of the curls there as she groans into your mouth. She pulls away, her eyes trailing over your lips before looking up to meet your gaze. “Cam,” You say, breathless, but she understands from just that. Her thigh slots between yours and you groan as she rocks back and forth, one hand moving to stroke the small of your back as the pressure drives you crazy. You lean forward, face pressed into her shoulder as a moan falls from your lips unconsciously. She shudders at the sounds, moving faster. Every little noise you make, every gasp, every wanton groan shared between the two of you; it all just makes her even more enticed to continue. [[She pulls away from the heated kiss, her lips slick and cheeks stained a dark red, nearly unnoticeable in the dim kitchen light.|post kiss f cam]] You don’t exactly whine at the absence of his lips; it’s more like a small little sigh escaping, your breath still brushing his neck from how close you’re entangled. He pulls back, first a little and then a lot, and you want to object but then… Then he sinks to his knees. Any complaints die on your tongue, unspoken. He looks up through long lashes, his eyes so dark they’re nearly black as he searches desperately for permission. His thumb finds a bare sliver of skin near your hip and he tilts forward, pressing his lips against the spot. "$name..." He breathes out, the rush of warmth against your skin making you feel hot all over. You give in easily. “Yes,” Your breath comes short, the heat building below nearly unbearable, “Please.” He wastes no time after that. Carefully, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your pajama pants. He slides them down, gentle, his fingertips brushing your hips as he does. Your underwear follows and soon you’re bare before him. His gaze is heated, longing, hungry; he wants you. <div class="choice">[[It makes you painfully hard, your cock twitching in the cool night air.|penis vers]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You’re wet, heat pooling below, and you can feel the pleasure building.|vag vers]]</div>\ Your cock is already hard against the night air and Cameron is painfully eager. The first swipe of his tongue feels like his lightning is running up your spine and through your veins. He doesn’t hold back from there, his cheeks hollowed as he brings his hands up to stroke whatever his mouth can’t reach. He glances up at you as you moan, his gaze heady and full of desire. You shudder at the look, moaning as you throw your head back to avoid the sight any longer. He’s a vision of temptation, and if you watch you might just fall over the edge too soon. One of his hands moves to rub along the side of your thigh as he sinks down on you; he’s reverent, worshiping, tracing patterns into your skin as if you’re some precious thing. You see he’s unzipped his own pants and is now slowly stroking himself with the other. “Cam, Cam, please-“ Your plea is cut off by a choked little noise that falls from your throat. Cameron moans his approval, and the feel of his voice on your cock makes shivers run down your spine. Your hands slide into his hair, careful not to snag any curls, and he arches his back as if to press into the touch. You comply, keeping a firm grip, trying to pull that lovely and full mouth even closer. Gulping, he allows you to use his throat with abandon. When he swallows you down, you think you might actually see stars. You jolt, hips bucking, your body moving without your permission as you fuck his face. That sneaky tongue of his dips into the slit as he pulls back ever so slightly before taking you down once again. Helpless pleas and garbled begging falling from your lips without any semblance of control. He groans in approval, the vibrations making you spiral in a way that has you shattering atop him. Your legs are trembling, body barely able to remain upright as your climax paralyzes you. There’s no warning when you come; you don’t think you could have choked one out if you tried. You don’t feel bad, however; not when you see how he swallows you so eagerly. It becomes too much after a moment and he pulls away, pearly fluid splattering his face. It’s made a mess of his lips and nose, his cheeks and chin; he’s beautiful, with reddened and swollen lips. Cameron strokes himself to completion as he pulls away, looking a mess. His face glistens with your own release as his cum splatters across the tile. You slowly release his hair as you both gather yourselves, standing on trembling limbs and corralling your unsteady bodies. Your lovely sorcerer looks at you as if you’ve given him a gift, some great treasure. As if you yourself were ambrosia and he’d been allowed to indulge. You pull him down suddenly, kissing him deeply and tasting yourself on his tongue. “I…” He starts, trailing off, eyes bright and longing. Whatever he was going to say seems to die out as he gives you a slight smile, stepping back with a messy face and equally messy hands. “We should clean up.” He says instead, still eyeing you like you’re his North Star, “I’m…a mess.” “A pretty mess.” You say fondly, enjoying the way he flusters. “We can…never tell anyone we did this in the kitchen.” He says grimly, “You know that, right?” “Theo would kill both of us, yes, I’m aware.” You chuckle, “We’ll use the bathroom first before we worry about cleaning up out here. I’ll clean you up.” He hesitates, and you cup his face before pressing a long kiss to his jaw. “Let me take care of you,” You say softly, “Besides, the night is young and a debt is owed.” [[You smirk as his eyes widen, his steps quickening as he makes his way down the hallway.|Selection]] He’s painfully eager, and the first stroke of his tongue feels like his lightning is running up your spine and through your veins. He doesn’t hold back from there, delving in tongue first as he presses his face close. One of his hands rubs along the side of your thigh; he’s reverent, worshiping, tracing patterns into your skin as if you’re some precious thing. You see he’s unzipped his own pants and is slowly stroking himself with the other. “Cam, Cam, please-“ Your plea is cut off by a choked little noise that falls from your throat. Cameron moans his approval, and the feel of his voice pressed against your clit sends shivers down your spine. Your hands slide into his hair, careful not to snag any curls, and he arches his back as if to press into the touch. You comply, keeping a firm grip, trying to pull that lovely tongue even deeper. “Keep making that noise,” His voice is muffled with your body and his own desire, “C’mon, please.” He traces your clit carefully, fingers moving from your hip to join as he pushes gently at your entrance. You shudder, body moving without your permission as you ride his face and hand. Helpless pleas and garbled begging fall from your lips without any semblance of control. He groans in approval, sucking ever so slightly in a way that makes you shatter atop him. Your legs are trembling, body barely able to remain upright as your climax paralyzes you. Your wetness gushes over him; his mouth, his fingers, his nose. He laps it up eagerly, his little whines making you twitch. Cameron strokes himself to completion as he gorges on you, pulling back with shining and swollen lips and satisfied eyes. His face glistens with your own release as his cum splatters across the tile. You slowly release his hair as you both gather yourselves, standing on trembling limbs and corralling your unsteady bodies. Your lovely sorcerer looks at you as if you’ve given him a gift, some great treasure. As if you yourself were ambrosia and he’d been allowed to indulge. You pull him down suddenly, kissing him deeply and tasting yourself on his tongue. “I…” He starts, trailing off, eyes bright and longing. Whatever he was going to say seems to die out as he gives you a slight smile, stepping back with a messy face and equally messy hands. “We should clean up.” He says instead, still eyeing you like you’re his North Star, “I’m…a mess.” “A pretty mess.” You say fondly, enjoying the way he flusters. “We can…never tell anyone we did this in the kitchen.” He says grimly, “You know that, right?” “Theo would kill both of us, yes, I’m aware.” You chuckle, “We’ll use the bathroom first before we worry about cleaning up out here. I’ll clean you up.” He hesitates, and you cup his face before pressing a long kiss to his jaw. “Let me take care of you,” You say softly, “Besides, the night is young and a debt is owed.” [[You smirk as his eyes widen, his steps quickening as he makes his way down the hallway.|Selection]] You don’t exactly whine at the absence of her lips; it’s more like a small little sigh escaping, your breath still brushing her neck from how close you’re entangled. She pulls back, first a little and then a lot, and you want to object but then… Then she sinks to her knees. Any complaints die on your tongue, unspoken. She looks up through long lashes, her eyes so dark they’re nearly black as she searches desperately for permission. Her thumb finds a bare sliver of skin near your hip and she tilts forward, pressing her lips against the spot. "$name..." She breathes out, the rush of warmth against your skin making you feel hot all over. You give in easily. “Yes,” Your breath comes short, the heat building below nearly unbearable, “Please.” She wastes no time after that. Carefully, she hooks her fingers in the waistband of your pajama pants. She slides them down, gentle, her fingertips brushing your hips as she does. Your underwear follows and soon you’re bare before her. Her gaze is heated, longing, hungry; she wants you. <div class="choice">[[It makes you painfully hard, your cock twitching in the cool night air.|penis vers f cam]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You’re wet, heat pooling below, and you can feel the pleasure building.|vag vers f cam]]</div>\ Your cock is already hard against the night air and Cameron is painfully eager. The first swipe of her tongue feels like her lightning is running up your spine and through your veins. She doesn’t hold back from there, her cheeks hollowed as she brings her hands up to stroke whatever her mouth can’t reach. She glances up at you as you moan, her gaze heady and full of desire. You shudder at the look, moaning as you throw your head back to avoid the sight any longer. She’s a vision of temptation, and if you watch you might just fall over the edge too soon. One of her hands moves to rub along the side of your thigh as she sinks down on you; she’s reverent, worshiping, tracing patterns into your skin as if you’re some precious thing. You see she’s unzipped her own pants, stroking her clit as you see the wetness glistening on her quick fingertips. “Cam, Cam, please-“ Your plea is cut off by a choked little noise that falls from your throat. Cameron moans her approval, and the feel of her voice on your cock makes shivers run down your spine. Your hands slide into her hair, careful not to snag any curls, and she arches her back as if to press into the touch. You comply, keeping a firm grip, trying to pull that lovely and full mouth even closer. Gulping, she allows you to use her throat with abandon. When she swallows you down, you think you might actually see stars. You jolt, hips bucking, your body moving without your permission as you fuck her face. That sneaky tongue of hers dips into the slit as she pulls back ever so slightly before taking you down once again. Helpless pleas and garbled begging falling from your lips without any semblance of control. She groans in approval, the vibrations making you spiral in a way that has you shattering atop her. Your legs are trembling, body barely able to remain upright as your climax paralyzes you. There’s no warning when you come; you don’t think you could have choked one out if you tried. You don’t feel bad, however; not when you see how she swallows you so eagerly. It becomes too much after a moment and she pulls away, pearly fluid splattering her face. It’s made a mess of her lips and nose, her cheeks and chin. She’s beautiful in the aftermath, with reddened and swollen lips. Cameron’s fingers slide deeper into herself as she pulls away, looking a mess. Her face glistens with your release as she comes apart. You slowly release her hair as you both gather yourselves, standing on trembling limbs and corralling your unsteady bodies. Your lovely sorcerer looks at you as if you’ve given her a gift, some great treasure. As if you yourself were ambrosia and she’d been allowed to indulge. You pull her down suddenly, kissing her deeply and tasting yourself on her tongue. “I…” She starts, trailing off, eyes bright and longing. Whatever she was going to say seems to die out as she gives you a slight smile, stepping back with a messy face and equally messy hands. “We should clean up.” She says instead, still eyeing you like you’re her North Star, “I’m…a mess.” “A pretty mess.” You say fondly, enjoying the way she flusters. “We can…never tell anyone we did this in the kitchen.” She says grimly, “You know that, right?” “Theo would kill both of us, yes, I’m aware.” You chuckle, “We’ll use the bathroom first before we worry about cleaning up out here. I’ll clean you up.” She hesitates, and you cup her face before pressing a long kiss to her jaw. “Let me take care of you,” You say softly, “Besides, the night is young and a debt is owed.” [[You smirk as her eyes widen, her steps quickening as she makes hers way down the hallway.|Selection]] She’s painfully eager, and the first stroke of her tongue feels like her lightning is running up your spine and through your veins. She doesn’t hold back from there, delving in tongue first as she presses her face close. One of her hands rubs along the side of your thigh; she's reverent, worshiping, tracing patterns into your skin as if you’re some precious thing. You see she’s unzipped her own pants, stroking her clit as you see the wetness glistening on her fingertips. “Cam, Cam, please-“ Your plea is cut off by a choked little noise that falls from your throat. Cameron moans her approval, and the feel of her voice pressed against your clit sends shivers down your spine. Your hands slide into her hair, careful not to snag any curls, and she arches her back as if to press into the touch. You comply, keeping a firm grip, trying to pull that lovely tongue even deeper. “Keep making that noise,” Her voice is muffled with your body and her own desire, “C’mon, please.” She traces your clit carefully, fingers moving from your hip to join as she pushes gently at your entrance. You shudder, body moving without your permission as you ride her face and hand. Helpless pleas and garbled begging fall from your lips without any semblance of control. She groans in approval, sucking ever so slightly in a way that makes you shatter atop her. Your legs are trembling, body barely able to remain upright as your climax paralyzes you. Your wetness gushes over her; her mouth, her fingers, her nose. She laps it up eagerly, her little whines making you twitch. Cameron’s fingers slide deeper into herself as she gorges on you, pulling back with shining and swollen lips and satisfied eyes. Her face glistens with your release as she shakes from the force of her own climax. You slowly release her hair as you both gather yourselves, standing on trembling limbs and corralling your unsteady bodies. Your lovely sorcerer looks at you as if you’ve given her a gift, some great treasure. As if you yourself were ambrosia and she’d been allowed to indulge. You pull her down suddenly, kissing her deeply and tasting yourself on her tongue. “I…” She starts, trailing off, eyes bright and longing. Whatever she was going to say seems to die out as she gives you a slight smile, stepping back with a messy face and equally messy hands. “We should clean up.” She says instead, still eyeing you like you’re her North Star, “I’m…a mess.” “A pretty mess.” You say fondly, enjoying the way she flusters. “We can…never tell anyone we did this in the kitchen.” She says grimly, “You know that, right?” “Theo would kill both of us, yes, I’m aware.” You chuckle, “We’ll use the bathroom first before we worry about cleaning up out here. I’ll clean you up.” She hesitates, and you cup her face before pressing a long kiss to her jaw. “Let me take care of you,” You say softly, “Besides, the night is young and a debt is owed.” [[You smirk as her eyes widen, her steps quickening as she makes her way down the hallway.|Selection]]<<nobr>> <<set $gamechapter to "Cameron Fletcher: <br> Nights Like This">> <div class="centered-image"> [img[images/cameron1.png]] </div> <br> <</nobr>>“Do you have marshmallows?” Cameron asks, barely even on their tiptoes as they rummage around through the cabinets up top, “What kind of monsters don’t keep marshmallows?” “You can ask Theo when he gets back from vacation, if you want.” You smile slightly, leaning against the counter. “No!” Cameron looks back, brown eyes wide, “I don’t even want Parker knowing I was here.” “He’s not that bad,” You chide, drawing closer to the sorcerer, “I think you two have made some real headway towards being friends, you know.” They dramatically crinkle their nose, feigning disgust, “When pigs fly. Well…I guess Parker does have wings…” You choke on laugh, knocking your hip against their own, “Behave. We can do without marshmallows this once, but I do want this supposedly magic cocoa you’ve been bragging about.” “My aunt’s secret recipe,” Their chest puffs out slightly, “Part of the magic is in the marshmallows, but I guess I can make do.” They have all sorts of ingredients tossed on the counter, from confectioners sugar to cocoa powder. All of which they notably brought themselves; you recall them pulling tins and pouches from their book bag with fond amusement. Your small dorm kitchen soon smells like fragrantly sweet chocolate as they stir everything together before pulling your milk from the fridge. Soon enough, two near boiling mugs of hot chocolate are sitting on your counter. “Don’t touch the cups,” Cameron says quickly, “I never wait long enough. Always burn my fingers and tongue.” “We’ll let it cool.” You cup their chin, pressing a quick kiss to their cheek, “Thanks, Cam.” “I mean,” They shrug, grinning, “I couldn’t deprive you of the legendary, amazing-“ “Okay,” You pull away, rolling your eyes, “You ruined it.” They laugh, quick to reel you back in by the waist and plant a firm kiss against your lips. You accept the affection, nearly eager as your bodies press together. You end up backed against the counter once more, Cam’s hands planted on the countertop essentially closing you in. You don’t hate it, though, and you certainly don’t ask them to stop. Running a hand along the back of their neck, you tease some of the curls there as they groan into your mouth. They pull away, their eyes trailing over your lips before looking up to meet your gaze. “Cam,” You say, breathless, but they understand from just that. Their thigh slots between yours and you groan as they rock back and forth, one hand moving to stroke the small of your back as the pressure drives you crazy. You lean forward, face pressed into their shoulder as a moan falls from your lips unconsciously. They shudder at the sounds, moving faster. Every little noise you make, every gasp, every wanton groan shared between the two of you; it all just makes them even more enticed to continue. [[They pull away from the heated kiss, their lips slick and cheeks stained a dark red, nearly unnoticeable in the dim kitchen light.|post kiss nb cam]] You don’t exactly whine at the absence of their lips; it’s more like a small little sigh escaping, your breath still brushing their neck from how close you’re entangled. They pull back, first a little and then a lot, and you want to object but then… Then they sink to their knees. Any complaints die on your tongue, unspoken. They look up through long lashes, their eyes so dark they’re nearly black as they search desperately for permission. Their thumb finds a bare sliver of skin near your hip and they tilt forward, pressing their lips against the spot. "$name..." They breathe out, the rush of warmth against your skin making you feel hot all over. You give in easily. “Yes,” Your breath comes short, the heat building below nearly unbearable, “Please.” They waste no time after that. Carefully, they hook their fingers in the waistband of your pajama pants. They slide them down, gentle, their fingertips brushing your hips as they do. Your underwear follows and soon you’re bare before their. Their gaze is heated, longing, hungry; they want you. <div class="choice">[[It makes you painfully hard, your cock twitching in the cool night air.|nb penis vers]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You’re wet, heat pooling below, and you can feel the pleasure building.|nb vag vers]]</div>\ Your cock is already hard against the night air and Cameron is painfully eager. The first swipe of their tongue feels like their lightning is running up your spine and through your veins. They don’t hold back from there, their cheeks hollowed as they bring their hands up to stroke whatever their mouth can’t reach. They glance up at you as you moan, their gaze heady and full of desire. You shudder at the look, moaning as you throw your head back to avoid the sight any longer. They're a vision of temptation, and if you watch you might just fall over the edge too soon. One of their hands moves to rub along the side of your thigh as they sink down on you; they're reverent, worshiping, tracing patterns into your skin as if you’re some precious thing. <div class="choice">[[You see they’ve unzipped their own pants and are now slowly stroking themselves as they tease you.|nb cam penis/penis]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You see they've unzipped their own pants, stroking their clit as you see the wetness glistening on their fingertips.|nb cam vag/penis]]</div>\ They're painfully eager, and the first stroke of their tongue feels like their lightning is running up your spine and through your veins. They doesn’t hold back from there, delving in tongue first as they press their face close. One of their hands rubs along the side of your thigh; they're reverent, worshiping, tracing patterns into your skin as if you’re some precious thing. <div class="choice">[[You see they’ve unzipped their own pants and are now slowly stroking themselves as they tease you.|nb cam penis/penis]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[You see they've unzipped their own pants, stroking their clit as you see the wetness glistening on their fingertips.|nb cam vag/penis]]</div>\“Cam, Cam, please-“ Your plea is cut off by a choked little noise that falls from your throat. Cameron moans their approval, and the feel of their voice on your cock makes shivers run down your spine. Your hands slide into their hair, careful not to snag any curls, and they arch their back as if to press into the touch. You comply, keeping a firm grip, trying to pull that lovely and full mouth even closer. Gulping, they allow you to use their throat with abandon. When they swallow you down, you think you might actually see stars. You jolt, hips bucking, your body moving without your permission as you fuck their face. That sneaky tongue of theirs dips into the slit as they pull back ever so slightly before taking you down once again. Helpless pleas and garbled begging falling from your lips without any semblance of control. They groan in approval, the vibrations making you spiral in a way that has you shattering atop them. Your legs are trembling, body barely able to remain upright as your climax paralyzes you. There’s no warning when you come; you don’t think you could have choked one out if you tried. You don’t feel bad, however; not when you see how they swallow you so eagerly. It becomes too much after a moment and they pulls away, pearly fluid splattering their face. It’s made a mess of their lips and nose, their cheeks and chin; they're beautiful, with reddened and swollen lips. Cameron strokes themselves to completion as they pulls away, looking a mess. Their face glistens with your release as their cum splatters across the tile. You slowly release their hair as you both gather yourselves, standing on trembling limbs and corralling your unsteady bodies. Your lovely sorcerer looks at you as if you’ve given them a gift, some great treasure. As if you yourself were ambrosia and they’d been allowed to indulge. You pull them down suddenly, kissing them deeply and tasting yourself on their tongue. “I…” They start, trailing off, eyes bright and longing. Whatever they were going to say seems to die out as they give you a slight smile, stepping back with a messy face and equally messy hands. “We should clean up.” They say instead, still eyeing you like you’re their North Star, “I’m…a mess.” “A pretty mess.” You say fondly, enjoying the way they fluster. “We can…never tell anyone we did this in the kitchen.” They say grimly, “You know that, right?” “Theo would kill both of us, yes, I’m aware.” You chuckle, “We’ll use the bathroom first before we worry about cleaning up out here. I’ll clean you up.” They hesitate, and you cup their face before pressing a long kiss to their jaw. “Let me take care of you,” You say softly, “Besides, the night is young and a debt is owed.” [[You smirk as their eyes widen, their steps quickening as they make their way down the hallway.|Selection]]“Cam, Cam, please-“ Your plea is cut off by a choked little noise that falls from your throat. Cameron moans their approval, and the feel of their voice on your cock makes shivers run down your spine. Your hands slide into their hair, careful not to snag any curls, and they arch their back as if to press into the touch. You comply, keeping a firm grip, trying to pull that lovely and full mouth even closer. Gulping, they allow you to use their throat with abandon. When they swallow you down, you think you might actually see stars. You jolt, hips bucking, your body moving without your permission as you fuck their face. That sneaky tongue of theirs dips into the slit as they pull back ever so slightly before taking you down once again. Helpless pleas and garbled begging falling from your lips without any semblance of control. They groan in approval, the vibrations making you spiral in a way that has you shattering atop them. Your legs are trembling, body barely able to remain upright as your climax paralyzes you. There’s no warning when you come; you don’t think you could have choked one out if you tried. You don’t feel bad, however; not when you see how they swallow you so eagerly. It becomes too much after a moment and they pulls away, pearly fluid splattering their face. It’s made a mess of their lips and nose, their cheeks and chin; they're beautiful, with reddened and swollen lips. Cameron’s fingers slide deeper into themselves as they pull away, looking a mess. Their face glistens with your release as they come apart. You slowly release their hair as you both gather yourselves, standing on trembling limbs and corralling your unsteady bodies. Your lovely sorcerer looks at you as if you’ve given them a gift, some great treasure. As if you yourself were ambrosia and they’d been allowed to indulge. You pull them down suddenly, kissing them deeply and tasting yourself on their tongue. “I…” They start, trailing off, eyes bright and longing. Whatever they were going to say seems to die out as they give you a slight smile, stepping back with a messy face and equally messy hands. “We should clean up.” They say instead, still eyeing you like you’re their North Star, “I’m…a mess.” “A pretty mess.” You say fondly, enjoying the way they fluster. “We can…never tell anyone we did this in the kitchen.” They say grimly, “You know that, right?” “Theo would kill both of us, yes, I’m aware.” You chuckle, “We’ll use the bathroom first before we worry about cleaning up out here. I’ll clean you up.” They hesitate, and you cup their face before pressing a long kiss to their jaw. “Let me take care of you,” You say softly, “Besides, the night is young and a debt is owed.” [[You smirk as their eyes widen, their steps quickening as they make their way down the hallway.|Selection]]“Cam, Cam, please-“ Your plea is cut off by a choked little noise that falls from your throat. Cameron moans their approval, and the feel of their voice pressed against your clit sends shivers down your spine. Your hands slide into their hair, careful not to snag any curls, and they arch their back as if to press into the touch. You comply, keeping a firm grip, trying to pull that lovely tongue even deeper. “Keep making that noise,” Their voice is muffled with your body and their own desire, “C’mon, please.” They trace your clit carefully, fingers moving from your hip to join as they push gently at your entrance. You shudder, body moving without your permission as you ride their face and hand. Helpless pleas and garbled begging fall from your lips without any semblance of control. They groan in approval, sucking ever so slightly in a way that makes you shatter atop them. Your legs are trembling, body barely able to remain upright as your climax paralyzes you. Your wetness gushes over them; their mouth, their fingers, their nose. They lap it up eagerly, their little whines making you twitch. Cameron strokes themself to completion as they gorge on you, pulling back with shining and swollen lips and satisfied eyes. Their face glistens with your own release as their cum splatters across the tile. You slowly release their hair as you both gather yourselves, standing on trembling limbs and corralling your unsteady bodies. Your lovely sorcerer looks at you as if you’ve given them a gift, some great treasure. As if you yourself were ambrosia and they’d been allowed to indulge. You pull them down suddenly, kissing them deeply and tasting yourself on their tongue. “I…” They starts, trailing off, eyes bright and longing. Whatever they were going to say seems to die out as they give you a slight smile, stepping back with a messy face and equally messy hands. “We should clean up.” They say instead, still eyeing you like you’re their North Star, “I’m…a mess.” “A pretty mess.” You say fondly, enjoying the way they fluster. “We can…never tell anyone we did this in the kitchen.” They say grimly, “You know that, right?” “Theo would kill both of us, yes, I’m aware.” You chuckle, “We’ll use the bathroom first before we worry about cleaning up out here. I’ll clean you up.” They hesitates, and you cup their face before pressing a long kiss to their jaw. “Let me take care of you,” You say softly, “Besides, the night is young and a debt is owed.” [[You smirk as their eyes widen, their steps quickening as they make their way down the hallway.|Selection]]“Cam, Cam, please-“ Your plea is cut off by a choked little noise that falls from your throat. Cameron moans their approval, and the feel of their voice pressed against your clit sends shivers down your spine. Your hands slide into their hair, careful not to snag any curls, and they arch their back as if to press into the touch. You comply, keeping a firm grip, trying to pull that lovely tongue even deeper. “Keep making that noise,” Their voice is muffled with your body and their own desire, “C’mon, please.” They trace your clit carefully, fingers moving from your hip to join as they push gently at your entrance. You shudder, body moving without your permission as you ride their face and hand. Helpless pleas and garbled begging fall from your lips without any semblance of control. They groan in approval, sucking ever so slightly in a way that makes you shatter atop them. Your legs are trembling, body barely able to remain upright as your climax paralyzes you. Your wetness gushes over them; their mouth, their fingers, their nose. They lap it up eagerly, their little whines making you twitch. Cameron’s fingers slide deeper into themself as they gorge on you, pulling back with shining and swollen lips and satisfied eyes. Their face glistens with your release as they shake from the force of their own climax. You slowly release their hair as you both gather yourselves, standing on trembling limbs and corralling your unsteady bodies. Your lovely sorcerer looks at you as if you’ve given them a gift, some great treasure. As if you yourself were ambrosia and they’d been allowed to indulge. You pull them down suddenly, kissing them deeply and tasting yourself on their tongue. “I…” They start, trailing off, eyes bright and longing. Whatever they were going to say seems to die out as they give you a slight smile, stepping back with a messy face and equally messy hands. “We should clean up.” They say instead, still eyeing you like you’re their North Star, “I’m…a mess.” “A pretty mess.” You say fondly, enjoying the way they fluster. “We can…never tell anyone we did this in the kitchen.” They say grimly, “You know that, right?” “Theo would kill both of us, yes, I’m aware.” You chuckle, “We’ll use the bathroom first before we worry about cleaning up out here. I’ll clean you up.” They hesitate, and you cup their face before pressing a long kiss to their jaw. “Let me take care of you,” You say softly, “Besides, the night is young and a debt is owed.” [[You smirk as their eyes widen, their steps quickening as they make their way down the hallway.|Selection]]<div class="choice">[[Female Wraith|female wraith one]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[Male Wraith|male wraith one]]</div>\<<nobr>> <<set $gamechapter to "Wraith: <br> That Warmth of Yours">> <div class="centered-image"> [img[images/wraith1.png]] </div> <br> <</nobr>>You lean back against the headboard, pillows cushioning you as your hand dances across your skin, heading downward. Wraith is sat on her haunches next to you, eyes locked on your form. She sucks in a sharp breath as your phantom touch ghosts over her skin, feeling all that you do. You smile slightly, bare before her, watching her twitch with the need to touch you. She’s barely restraining herself, the need to have her hands on you visible on her face. You grin lazily, your fingers sliding over your abdomen and thighs just to hear her whine. [[You finally grasp your hard length in hand, teasing your thumb over the leaking tip.|male mc fem wraith]] [[You dip your fingers into the wetness of yourself, grazing your thumb along your clit.|fem mc fem wraith]]<<nobr>> <<set $gamechapter to "Wraith: <br> That Warmth of Yours">> <div class="centered-image"> [img[images/wraith1.png]] </div> <br> <</nobr>>You lean back against the headboard, pillows cushioning you as your hand dances across your skin, heading downward. Wraith is sat on his haunches next to you, eyes locked on your form. He sucks in a sharp breath as your phantom touch ghosts over his skin, feeling all that you do. You smile slightly, bare before him, watching him twitch with the need to touch you. He’s barely restraining himself, the need to have his hands on you visible on his face. You grin lazily, your fingers sliding over your abdomen and thighs just to hear him whine. [[You finally grasp your hard length in hand, teasing your thumb over the leaking tip.|male mc male wraith]] [[You dip your fingers into the wetness of yourself, grazing your thumb along your clit.|fem mc male wraith]] You stroke yourself, a low moan falling from your lips. When you look at her, she’s closed her eyes briefly against the sensation, a shudder working its way through her. You repeat the motions, rocking into your own hand with increasing fervor as your back arches and your head falls back, baring your neck. She’s opened her eyes now, and they’re locked on the smooth expanse of skin. She’s placed his lips there before, spread kisses from your jaw to your navel and taken her mouth lower still. Your hips buck at the memory, pushing into your hand as you chase the climbing high. Wraith must feel it, too, because those pleading eyes find yours once more. “Just let me…” She whines, “Let me touch you. Please, just let me touch you.” [[Maybe you’re a sucker for big, dark eyes and a pleading look. That or you just can’t stay strong when she looks anguished at the thought of simply watching for another moment.|next mmcfwraith]] You rub softly across your clit, a low moan falling from your lips as you gradually press harder. When you look at her, she’s closed her eyes briefly against the sensation, a shudder working its way through her. You repeat the motions, rocking into your own hand with increasing fervor as your back arches and your head falls back, baring your neck. She’s opened her eyes now, and they’re locked on the smooth expanse of skin. She’s placed his lips there before, spread kisses from your jaw to your navel and taken her mouth lower still. Your hips buck at the memory, pushing into your hand as you chase the climbing high. Wraith must feel it, too, because those pleading eyes find yours once more. “Just let me…” She whines, “Let me touch you. Please, just let me touch you.” [[Maybe you’re a sucker for big, dark eyes and a pleading look. That or you just can’t stay strong when she looks anguished at the thought of simply watching for another moment.|next fmcfwraith]]“Then touch me,” You whisper. She doesn’t wait another second. Cold hands find your body, your waist, in an instant. Straddling your lap, Wraith leans forward and presses her lips against yours, insistent and needy. She lifts her hips slightly, looking at you with an unspoken question. You nod without hesitation, and she sinks down onto your length with a small gasp. You groan as she lowers herself fully, taking you to the hilt, your hands finding her hips as you jerk up into that cool tightness. The chill of her spreads through your body as she clenches down on you, whimpering when you push deeper. She rolls her hips down, as if she wants more, as if she’s chasing the pleasure you give her with olympic intensity. A gasp tears itself out of you as she leans down, lips finding yours again as if the two of you are magnetic. Your arms wind around her shoulders, pulling her closer as you pull out before thrusting right back in. Again and again you repeat the motions, finding a rhythm as she takes it all, pressing you into the mattress with her body. Without missing a beat, her mouth finds your neck and lavishes kiss upon kiss as if making up for what she’d wanted to do earlier. She finds your pulse point, pounding and fluttering as she rocks down onto you, and sucks the skin there between her teeth. She toys with the spot until you’re both certain it will bruise, and only then is she satisfied. She cannot interact with the world beyond you, and at times she just wants to leave her mark to remind herself that she still exists. Even better if the mark in question is an adornment of hickies along your neck. You reach up as she moves up to your jaw, making a languid trail with her lips, and curl your hands into her hair. You tug on it, and she groans at the stinging pleasure, her hips thrusting sharply down onto your cock. Her hand runs along the flat expanse of your chest in response, rolling your nipple between two fingers. She swallows every little noise you make with her mouth as she kisses you again. Despite her earlier torment, you realize this is no race to pleasure for her. She’s basking in your body, in your warmth. [[And even still, despite the cold of her surrounding you, on top of you, you feel that hot sensation in your stomach coil tighter.|last fwraithmmc]] “I wish I knew my name,” She mummers, her lips still brushing against yours, “I want to hear you cry out for me, but I hardly even know who I am.” “Even nameless,” You say breathlessly, “I know who you are.” There’s some emotion in her eyes, some intense thing that’s broken loose as she stares down at you. Her head falls to rest in the crook of your shoulder as she presses back, rocking her hips with more intensity, as if she can’t bear to hold your gaze for another moment. The overwhelming feeling, like your heart is aching to be ripped from your chest, you know she must feel it, too. She clutches you tightly to her as shifts to lift herself off of you before plunging back down, her back arching and chest seizing as she tries to breathe without lungs to take in air. You finish, and she’s not long to follow, falling into your body with a moan. You collapse back on the sheets, boneless, sweat slick on your skin. She hovers above you for a moment, pressing her forehead against yours as she cups your face gently between her palms. “I know you as well,” She says, “Beyond your name and what they call you.” Your throat tightens, wetness threatening your eyes when her own gaze down at you with so much affection. Her nose brushes yours as she places a final kiss on your lips. “Stay,” You ask, even as her form flickers. “For as long as I’m able.” Sne promises, settling to lay at your side. It’s a mimicry of a normal. The wraith and her anchor, fallen into this abnormal dance that should have never started to begin with. It did, though, and you wouldn’t change that for anything. You wouldn’t change her for anything. Curling on your side, you feel it as she slides closer. There’s a cool rush brushing against your bare waist as if she were trying to pull you against her chest. You're never the one to hold her; you don’t think you could bear seeing her fade from your grasp. She seems to understand. [[You don’t have to turn around to know she’s gone. You felt her as she went.|Selection]]“Then touch me,” You whisper. She doesn’t wait another second. Cold hands find your body, your waist, in an instant. Straddling your lap, Wraith leans forward and presses her lips against yours, insistent and needy. Wraith eventually tears herself away, scooting down until she can press her own fingers against your slick opening. She looks at you, an unspoken question, and you nod without hesitation. She enters you in one smooth motions, the chill of her fingers spreading through your body and making you spasm on her digits as she slides them in. She brushes against your clit just as you had earlier, only her touch is heavier, like she wants to make sure you can feel the pleasure racing up your spine. A gasp tears itself out of you as she leans down, lips finding yours again as if the two of you are magnetic. Your arms wind around her shoulders, pulling her closer as she draws her fingers out before pushing right back in. Again and again she repeats the motions, finding a rhythm as she presses you into the mattress with her body, her breasts pushing against your own. Without missing a beat, her mouth finds your neck and lavishes kiss upon kiss as if making up for what she’d wanted to do earlier. She finds your pulse point, pounding and fluttering as she rocks into you, and sucks the skin there between her teeth. She toys with the spot until you’re both certain it will bruise, and only then is she satisfied. She cannot interact with the world beyond you, and at times she just wants to leave her mark to remind herself that she still exists. Even better if the mark in question is an adornment of hickies along your neck. You reach up as she moves up to your jaw, making a languid trail with her lips, and curl your hands into her hair. You tug on it, and she groans at the stinging pleasure, her fingers thrusting sharply inside of you. Her hand finds your breast in response, rolling your nipple between two fingers. She swallows every little noise you make with her mouth as she kisses you again. Despite her earlier torment, you realize this is no race to pleasure for her. She’s basking in your body, in your warmth. [[And even still, despite the cold of her inside of you, on top of you, you feel that hot sensation in your stomach coil tighter.|last fwraithfmc]]“I wish I knew my name,” She mummers, her lips still brushing against yours, “I want to hear you cry out for me, but I hardly even know who I am.” “Even nameless,” You say breathlessly, “I know who you are.” There’s some emotion in her eyes, some intense thing that’s broken loose as she stares down at you. Her head falls to rest in the crook of your shoulder as she pushes those wicked fingers inside of you again, as if she can’t bear to hold your gaze for another moment. The intensity of feeling, like your heart is aching to be ripped from your chest, she must feel it, too. She clutches you tightly to her as shifts to straddle your thigh, her own sex pressed against you as she ruts against your body. She doesn’t let up on you either, circling your clit in an endless motion that has you spiraling. You finish, and she’s not long to follow, arching into your body with a moan. You collapse back on the sheets, boneless, sweat slick on your skin. She hovers above you for a moment, pressing her forehead against yours as she cups your face gently between her palms. “I know you as well,” She says, “Beyond your name and what they call you.” Your throat tightens, wetness threatening your eyes when her own gaze down at you with so much affection. Her nose brushes yours as she places a final kiss on your lips. “Stay,” You ask, even as her form flickers. “For as long as I’m able.” Sne promises, settling to lay at your side. It’s a mimicry of a normal. The wraith and her anchor, fallen into this abnormal dance that should have never started to begin with. It did, though, and you wouldn’t change that for anything. You wouldn’t change her for anything. Curling on your side, you feel it as she slides closer. There’s a cool rush brushing against your bare waist as if she were trying to pull you against her chest. [[You don’t have to turn around to know she’s gone. You felt her as she went.|Selection]] The sensation hits Wraith like a physical blow. He shifts in place, hands twitching with a desire to reach out. He presses his thighs together, aching for friction as you tease the both of you with your body. “Please,” His voice breaks as he tries to plead, shifting closer to your warmth. You feel the chill of his skin inches away, a bolt of pleasure racing through your body just from association. You don’t budge, however. “Hands to yourself,” You remind him, “Just watch.” You stroke yourself, a low moan falling from your lips. When you look at him, he’s closed his eyes briefly against the sensation, a shudder working its way through him. You repeat the motions, rocking into your own hand with increasing fervor as your back arches and your head falls back, baring your neck. He’s opened his eyes now, and they’re locked on the smooth expanse of skin. He’s placed his lips there before, spread kisses from your jaw to your navel and taken his mouth lower still. Your hips buck at the memory, pushing into your hand as you chase the climbing high. Wraith must feel it, too, because those pleading eyes find yours once more. “Just let me…” He whines, “Let me touch you. Please, just let me touch you.” [[Maybe you’re a sucker for big, dark eyes and a pleading look. That or you just can’t stay strong when he looks anguished at the thought of simply watching for another moment.|next mmcmwraith]] The sensation hits Wraith like a physical blow. He shifts in place, hands twitching with a desire to reach out. He presses his thighs together, aching for friction as you tease the both of you with your body. “Please,” His voice breaks as he tries to plead, shifting closer to your warmth. You feel the chill of his skin inches away, a bolt of pleasure racing through your body just from association. You don’t budge, however. “Hands to yourself,” You remind him, “Just watch.” You rub softly across your clit, a low moan falling from your lips as you gradually press harder. When you look at him, he’s closed his eyes briefly against the sensation, a shudder working its way through him. You repeat the motions, rocking into your own hand with increasing fervor as your back arches and your head falls back, baring your neck. He’s opened his eyes now, and they’re locked on the smooth expanse of skin. He’s placed his lips there before, spread kisses from your jaw to your navel and taken his mouth lower still. Your hips buck at the memory, pushing into your hand as you chase the climbing high. Wraith must feel it, too, because those pleading eyes find yours once more. “Just let me…” He whines, “Let me touch you. Please, just let me touch you.” [[Maybe you’re a sucker for big, dark eyes and a pleading look. That or you just can’t stay strong when he looks anguished at the thought of simply watching for another moment.|next fmcmwraith]] He doesn’t wait another second. Cold hands find your body, your waist, in an instant. Straddling your lap, Wraith leans forward and presses his lips against yours, insistent and needy. Wraith eventually tears himself away, scooting down until he can press the head of his length against your opening. You’re still slick from earlier, having prepared yourself knowing this would happen. It’s inevitable. He looks at you, an unspoken question, and you nod without hesitation. He enters you in one thrust, the chill spreading through your body and making you spasm on his cock as he slides in. A gasp tears itself out of you as he leans down, lips finding yours again as if the two of you are magnetic. Your arms wind around his shoulders, pulling him closer as he draws his length out before pushing right back in. Again and again he repeats the motions, finding a rhythm as he presses you into the mattress. Without missing a beat, his mouth finds your neck and lavishes kiss upon kiss as if making up for what he’d wanted to do earlier. He finds your pulse point, pounding and fluttering as he rocks into you, and sucks the skin there between his teeth. He toys with the spot until you’re both certain it will bruise, and only then is he satisfied. He cannot interact with the world beyond you, and at times he just wants to leave his mark to remind himself that he still exists. Even better if the mark in question is an adornment of hickies along your neck. You reach up as he moves up to your jaw, making a languid trail with his lips, and curl your hands into his hair. You tug on it, and he groans at the stinging pleasure, his hips thrusting sharply inside of you. His hand runs down the flat expanse of your chest before he catches your nipple between two fingers, rolling it gently. He swallows every little noise you make with his mouth as he kisses you again. Despite his earlier torment, you realize this is no race to pleasure for him. He’s basking in your body, in your warmth. [[And even still, despite the cold of him inside of you, on top of you, you feel that hot sensation in your stomach coil tighter.|last mwraithmmc]]“I wish I knew my name,” He mummers, his lips still brushing against yours, “I want to hear you cry out for me, but I hardly even know who I am.” “Even nameless,” You say breathlessly, “I know who you are.” There’s some emotion in his eyes, some intense thing that’s broken loose as he stares down at you. His head falls to rest in the crook of your shoulder as he pushes hard inside of you again, as if he can’t bear to hold your gaze for another moment. The intensity of feeling, like your heart is aching to be ripped from your chest, he must feel it, too. He clutches you tightly to him as his hips stutter, and you hold him with just as much desperation. You finish, and he’s not long to follow, arching into your body with a moan. You collapse back on the sheets, boneless, sweat slick on your skin. He hovers above you for a moment, pressing his forehead against yours as he cups your face gently between his palms. “I know you as well,” He says, “Beyond your name and what they call you.” Your throat tightens, wetness threatening your eyes when his own gaze down at you with so much affection. His nose brushes yours as he places a final kiss on your lips. “Stay,” You ask, even as his form flickers. “For as long as I’m able.” He promises, settling to lay at your side. It’s a mimicry of a normal. The wraith and his anchor, fallen into this abnormal dance that should have never started to begin with. It did, though, and you wouldn’t change that for anything. You wouldn’t change him for anything. Curling on your side, you feel it as he slides closer. There’s a cool rush brushing against your bare waist as if he were trying to pull you against his chest. [[You don’t have to turn around to know he’s gone. You felt him as he went.|Selection]] He doesn’t wait another second. Cold hands find your body, your waist, in an instant. Straddling your lap, Wraith leans forward and presses his lips against yours, insistent and needy. Wraith eventually tears himself away, scooting down until he can press the head of his length against your opening. He looks at you, an unspoken question, and you nod without hesitation. He enters you in one thrust, the chill spreading through your body and making you spasm on his cock as he slides in. A gasp tears itself out of you as he leans down, lips finding yours again as if the two of you are magnetic. Your arms wind around his shoulders, pulling him closer as he draws his length out before pushing right back in. Again and again he repeats the motions, finding a rhythm as he presses you into the mattress. Without missing a beat, his mouth finds your neck and lavishes kiss upon kiss as if making up for what he’d wanted to do earlier. He finds your pulse point, pounding and fluttering as he rocks into you, and sucks the skin there between his teeth. He toys with the spot until you’re both certain it will bruise, and only then is he satisfied. He cannot interact with the world beyond you, and at times he just wants to leave his mark to remind himself that he still exists. Even better if the mark in question is an adornment of hickies along your neck. You reach up as he moves up to your jaw, making a languid trail with his lips, and curl your hands into his hair. You tug on it, and he groans at the stinging pleasure, his hips thrusting sharply inside of you. His hand finds your breast in response, rolling your nipple between two fingers. He swallows every little noise you make with his mouth as he kisses you again. Despite his earlier torment, you realize this is no race to pleasure for him. He’s basking in your body, in your warmth. [[And even still, despite the cold of him inside of you, on top of you, you feel that hot sensation in your stomach coil tighter.|last mwraithfmc]]“I wish I knew my name,” He mummers, his lips still brushing against yours, “I want to hear you cry out for me, but I hardly even know who I am.” “Even nameless,” You say breathlessly, “I know who you are.” There’s some emotion in his eyes, some intense thing that’s broken loose as he stares down at you. His head falls to rest in the crook of your shoulder as he pushes hard inside of you again, as if he can’t bear to hold your gaze for another moment. The intensity of feeling, like your heart is aching to be ripped from your chest, he must feel it, too. He clutches you tightly to him as his hips stutter, and you hold him with just as much desperation. You finish, and he’s not long to follow, arching into your body with a moan. You collapse back on the sheets, boneless, sweat slick on your skin. He hovers above you for a moment, pressing his forehead against yours as he cups your face gently between his palms. “I know you as well,” He says, “Beyond your name and what they call you.” Your throat tightens, wetness threatening your eyes when his own gaze down at you with so much affection. His nose brushes yours as he places a final kiss on your lips. “Stay,” You ask, even as his form flickers. “For as long as I’m able.” He promises, settling to lay at your side. It’s a mimicry of a normal. The wraith and his anchor, fallen into this abnormal dance that should have never started to begin with. It did, though, and you wouldn’t change that for anything. You wouldn’t change him for anything. Curling on your side, you feel it as he slides closer. There’s a cool rush brushing against your bare waist as if he were trying to pull you against his chest. [[You don’t have to turn around to know he’s gone. You felt him as he went.|Selection]]<div class="choice">[[Moros (M!Mor)|moros one]]</div>\ <div class="choice">[[Morana (F!Mor)|morana one]]</div>\<<nobr>> <<set $gamechapter to "Mor: <br> Off Your Mind">> <div class="centered-image"> [img[images/mor1.png]] </div> <br> <</nobr>>You jerk awake to clawed hands carefully gripping your shoulders. At first you try to pull away, to fight your attacker off, but their hold is too strong. You’re going to die, you’re going to die, you’re- “It’s just a nightmare, little crow.” His voice is low and gravelly, but you’d recognize it anywhere. Your eyes sharpen, and Mor comes into focus in an instant. Those pitch black eyes stare deep into your very being, dark brows furrowed in concern as he shifts closer. You relax in his grasp, nearly limp as he draws you into his chest. “You’re okay,” He says soothingly, resting his cheek atop your head and running his claws delicately through your hair. “That,” You gasp out, “Sucked.” “I know,” His lips twitch up, grin crooked, “I’m here, though. I’ll keep you safe.” He will. You know that like you know the sun will rise in the morning. Only, for a while, even your next sunrise was uncertain. How can you be sure of anything when you came so close to losing it all? “You’re thinking too loudly,” He pouts, shifting to rest his chin on the crown of your head, “Stop.” “Stop thinking?” You mumble, “After the last few months I’ve had, I’m pretty sure that’s impossible.” “Nothing is impossible,” He drawls, “And that sounds like a challenge.” “A challenge?” You huff out a laugh, leaning back to look at him, “Where’d you get that from?” The covers pool in his lap as he sits up in bed, leaving his skin bare for your inspection. He rid himself of his wings for the purposes of sleeping comfortably in bed, though you know he’s loath to do so. Your eyes drop lower for a brief second before you jerk them back up, focusing on his many tattoos instead of what lies beneath the blankets. Resting against the headboard, Mor gives you a smug little smirk like he knows exactly where your thoughts had ventured. You can practically feel your cheeks heat as he leans forward, dragging one clawed finger along your jaw. He then hooks the side of his finger under your chin, tilting your head up and forcing your eyes to meet his. “I can make you stop. Get that pretty little head of yours to quiet down.” He says simply, leaning forward until you can see the very tips of his fangs peeking out from behind his lips, “Do you want me to?” You swallow hard, heart pounding as you nod once, decisive and quick. “Ah, ah,” He smirks, his other hand snaking up your inner thigh to tease the sensitive skin that lies there, “I want you to say it. Say you want it.” You suck in a shuddering breath, shoulders tensing, “I want it.” “Good,” He says, voice low, inching closer until he reels you in by the hips. You can feel it in the way your breathing grows heavy as you look at the dim moonlight shining on his chest. Struggling to swallow, you realize your usual nightmares aren’t going to be what keeps you up tonight. No, you won’t be sparing a thought towards them. Instead, there would be an entirely different reason you get no sleep. [[A more pleasurable reason, at any rate.|next m more]]<<nobr>> <<set $gamechapter to "Mor: <br> Off Your Mind">> <div class="centered-image"> [img[images/mor1.png]] </div> <br> <</nobr>>You jerk awake to clawed hands carefully gripping your shoulders. At first you try to pull away, to fight your attacker off, but their hold is too strong. You’re going to die, you’re going to die, you’re- “It’s just a nightmare, little crow.” Her voice is low and heavy with sleep, but you’d recognize it anywhere. Your eyes sharpen, and Mor comes into focus in an instant. Those pitch black eyes stare deep into your very being, dark brows furrowed in concern as she shifts closer. You relax in her grasp, nearly limp as you wrap your arms around her as well. “You’re okay,” She says soothingly, resting her cheek atop your head and running her claws delicately through your hair. “That,” You gasp out, “Sucked.” “I know,” Her lips twitch up, grin crooked, “I’m here, though. I’ll keep you safe.” She will. You know that like you know the sun will rise in the morning. Only, for a while, even your next sunrise was uncertain. How can you be sure of anything when you came so close to losing it all? “You’re thinking too loudly,” She pouts, shifting to rest her chin on the crown of your head, “Stop.” “Stop thinking?” You mumble, “After the last few months I’ve had, I’m pretty sure that’s impossible.” “Nothing is impossible,” She drawls, “And that sounds like a challenge.” “A challenge?” You huff out a laugh, leaning back to look at her, “Where’d you get that from?” The covers pool in her lap as she sits up in bed, leaving her skin bare for your inspection. She rid herself of her wings for the purposes of sleeping comfortably in bed, though you know she’s loath to do so. Your eyes drop lower for a brief second before you jerk them back up, focusing on his many tattoos instead of what lies beneath that thin tank top. Resting against the headboard, Mor gives you a smug little smirk like she knows exactly where your thoughts had ventured. You can practically feel your cheeks heat as she leans forward, dragging one clawed finger along your jaw. She then hooks the side of her finger under your chin, tilting your head up and forcing your eyes to meet hers. “I can make you stop. Get that pretty little head of yours to quiet down.” She says simply, leaning forward until you can see the very tips of her fangs peeking out from behind her lips, “Do you want me to?” You swallow hard, heart pounding as you nod once, decisive and quick. “Ah, ah,” She smirks, her other hand snaking up your inner thigh to tease the sensitive skin that lies there, “I want you to say it. Say you want it.” You suck in a shuddering breath, shoulders tensing, “I want it.” “Good,” She says, voice low, inching closer until she reels you in by the hips. You can feel it in the way your breathing grows heavy as you look at the dim moonlight shining on the soft swell of her breast. Struggling to swallow, you realize your usual nightmares aren’t going to be what keeps you up tonight. No, you won’t be sparing a thought towards them. Instead, there would be an entirely different reason you get no sleep. [[A more pleasurable reason, at any rate.|next f more]] Sharp claws graze your sides as his lips crash into yours. He’s careful not to hurt you, but the knife’s edge balance he manages to maintain makes your stomach flutter. The kiss gets heavier mere seconds after it begins, and you hold onto his shoulders desperately as he pushes you down toward the bed. [[You gasp and feel your length twitch as he presses his knee between your legs.|m mc m more]] [[You gasp sharply as he presses his knee between your legs, grinding against your heat.|f mc m more]] Covering your body with his own, his hand slips down further and further between your thighs. His long fingers wrap around your member, making you shudder as his thumb swipes across the swollen head. Your teeth dig into your lip as your eyes slip shut, lost in the sensations as he drags his hand up and down. It’s painfully slow, damn near maddening, and you hear a low chuckle. Warm breath brushes against your neck, and you feel sharpened canines drag right over the spot where your pulse is hammering. “Eyes open, little crow,” You feel his smirk against your skin, “I want you to watch.” Before you can even process the request, your eyes snap open as his tongue drags a trail down your collarbone. He chuckles, raspy and deep, “That’s it. You’re doing so well, aren’t you?” “Mor-” You choke out, “Get on with it.” “I don’t think I will,” He says simply, his pitch black eyes boring into yours, “Not until you can only think about me. My hands, my mouth, my…well. You get the idea, don’t you?” “Painfully so,” You grit out, “And if you don’t get a move on-“ “Don’t threaten me with a good time, dear one.” “It wouldn’t be very good,” You snip back. He shrugs a bit, drawing back briefly to dig through the nightstand, “There’s not a thing you could do to me that I wouldn’t like.” He’s back in just a moment, taking you in a firm grip. He pumps his hand up and down along your length as he presses the bottle of lube in your hand. [[“Get yourself ready,” He says, and so you do.|next mmcmmore]] Covering your body with his own, his hand slips down further and further between your thighs. He rubs the skin there gently with the pads of his fingers, scratching teasingly with his sharp claws. Your teeth dig into your lip as your eyes slip shut, lost in the sensations as he drags his dangerously close to your clit. It’s painfully slow, damn near maddening, and you hear a low chuckle. Warm breath brushes against your neck, and you feel sharpened canines drag right over the spot where your pulse is hammering. “Eyes open, little crow,” You feel his smirk against your skin, “I want you to watch.” Before you can even process the request, your eyes snap open as his tongue drags a trail down your collarbone. He chuckles, raspy and deep, “That’s it. You’re doing so well, aren’t you?” “Mor-” You choke out, “Get on with it.” “I don’t think I will,” He says simply, his pitch black eyes boring into yours, “Not until you can only think about me. My hands, my mouth, my…well. You get the idea, don’t you?” “Painfully so,” You grit out, “And if you don’t get a move on-“ “Don’t threaten me with a good time, dear one.” “It wouldn’t be very good,” You snip back. He shrugs a bit, drawing back briefly to dig through the nightstand, “There’s not a thing you could do to me that I wouldn’t like.” He’s back in just a moment, his hand trailing down your hip as he presses the bottle of lube into your hand. [[“Get yourself ready,” He says, and so you do.|next fmcmmore]] Your own slick fingers probe at your entrance, making you squirm beneath him as you carefully stretch yourself. He catches every noise you make with his mouth, kissing you again and again until you’re nothing more than a puddle under him. Finally, after you briefly think you might be going mad, he pulls your hand away by the wrist and slowly pushes into your tight heat. Your back arches, your chest pressing against his as he continues to devour every little sound that escapes you. His hand keeps stroking you, toying with you, again and again until you’re pleading. “Mor,” You pant, head thrown back against the pillows in desperation, “Mor-!” “Say it again,” He instructs. So you shout his name as his hips snap forward one last time, sending you both over the edge. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you even closer, making your stomach do flips as you shudder through your own release. He pulls out carefully, leaning over you with his lips curled into a smug little smirk. “Got your mind off it, huh?” You moan weakly, twisting in bed to press your face into your pillow, “Shut up.” [[He only laughs at your muffled words.|Selection]] Your own slick fingers probe at your entrance, making you squirm beneath him as you carefully work yourself open. He catches every noise you make with his mouth, kissing you again and again until you’re nothing more than a puddle under him. Finally, after you briefly think you might be going mad, he pulls your hand away by the wrist and slowly pushes into your tight heat. Your back arches, your chest pressing against his as he continues to devour every little sound that escapes you. His hands trail all over your body as each thrust leaves you rocking against him. Your waist, your chest, your thighs; he toys with you, again and again until you’re pleading. “Mor,” You pant, head thrown back against the pillows in desperation, “Mor-!” “Say it again,” He instructs. So you shout his name as his hips snap forward one last time, sending you both over the edge. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you even closer, making your stomach do flips as you shudder through your own release. He pulls out carefully, leaning over you with his lips curled into a smug little smirk. “Got your mind off it, huh?” You moan weakly, twisting in bed to press your face into your pillow, “Shut up.” [[He only laughs at your muffled words.|Selection]] Sharp claws graze your sides as her lips crash into yours. She’s careful not to hurt you, but the knife’s edge balance she manages to maintain makes your stomach flutter. The kiss gets heavier mere seconds after it begins, and you hold onto her shoulders desperately as she pushes you down toward the bed. [[You gasp and feel your length twitch as she presses her knee between your legs.|m mc f mor]] [[You gasp sharply as she presses her knee between your legs, grinding against your heat.|f mc f mor]] Covering your body with her own, her hand slips down further and further between your thighs. Her long fingers wrap around your member, making you shudder as her thumb swipes across the swollen head. Your teeth dig into your lip as your eyes slip shut, lost in the sensations as she drags her hand up and down. It’s painfully slow, damn near maddening, and you hear a low chuckle. Warm breath brushes against your neck, and you feel sharpened canines drag right over the spot where your pulse is hammering. “Eyes open, little crow,” You feel her smirk against your skin, “I want you to watch.” Before you can even process the request, your eyes snap open as her tongue drags a trail down your collarbone. She chuckles, voice rough with desire, “That’s it. You’re doing so well, aren’t you?” “Mor-” You choke out, “Get on with it.” “I don’t think I will,” She says simply, her pitch black eyes boring into yours, “Not until you can only think about me. My hands, my mouth, my…well. You get the idea, don’t you?” “Painfully so,” You grit out, “And if you don’t get a move on-“ “Don’t threaten me with a good time, dear one.” She chuckles, leaning over to rummage through the bedside drawer, “There’s not a thing you could do to me that I wouldn’t like.” [[She’s back in just a moment, taking you once more in a firm grip.|next mmcfmor]] Covering your body with her own, her hand slips down further and further between your thighs. She rubs the skin there gently with the pads of her fingers, scratching teasingly with her sharp claws. Your teeth dig into your lip as your eyes slip shut, lost in the sensations as she drags her touch dangerously close to your clit. It’s painfully slow, damn near maddening, and you hear a low chuckle. Warm breath brushes against your neck, and you feel sharpened canines drag right over the spot where your pulse is hammering. “Eyes open, little crow,” You feel her smirk against your skin, “I want you to watch.” Before you can even process the request, your eyes snap open as her tongue drags a trail down your collarbone. She chuckles, voice rough with desire, “That’s it. You’re doing so well, aren’t you?” “Mor-” You choke out, “Get on with it.” “I don’t think I will,” She says simply, her pitch black eyes boring into yours, “Not until you can only think about me. My hands, my mouth, my…well. You get the idea, don’t you?” “Painfully so,” You grit out, “And if you don’t get a move on-“ “Don’t threaten me with a good time, dear one.” She chuckles, leaning over to rummage through the bedside drawer, “There’s not a thing you could do to me that I wouldn’t like.” [[She’s back in just a moment, one hand holding a bottle of lube and the other a rather thick piece of silicone.|next fmcfmore]] She pumps her hand up and down along your length as she squeezes lube down onto you. The chill of it makes you shudder for just a moment before her touch warms you again You don’t think you’ll last, squirming beneath her as she toys with you. She catches every noise you make with her mouth, kissing you again and again until you’re nothing more than a puddle under her. Finally, after you briefly think you might be going mad, she pulls her hand away and moves to perch herself over your length. Your back arches as she sinks down slowly, her eyes slipping shut as she takes all of you. Moving her hips slowly at first, she rocks up and down at a steadily increasing pace. Her nipples have grown hard, visible through her tank top. Keeping one hand on her hip while she rides you, you reach up with your other to roll your thumb over the cloth covered nub. She groans, the noise tapering off into a whine as she practically knocks your hand away to pull her top off and toss it into the floor. The noise she makes when you lean forward and use your tongue is even better. Her hips stutter, a moan wrenched from her like she’s forgotten how good it was since the last time. She pushes against you harder, tightening, toying with you; again and again until you’re pleading. “Mor,” You pant, head thrown back against the pillows in desperation, “Mor-!” “Say it again,” She instructs. So you shout her name as her hips sink downward one last time, sending you both over the edge. She grabs you by the hair and damn near slams your mouths together once more. Your stomach flips as you shudder through your own release, enjoying the feeling of her claws just barely scratching your scalp as you come down. She lifts off you carefully, shivering, before leaning over you with her lips curled into a smug little smirk. “Got your mind off it, huh?” You roll your eyes, twisting in bed to press your face into your pillow, “Shut up.” [[She only laughs at your muffled words.|Selection]] She squeezes a generous amount of lube onto the dildo, and the chill of it as she presses the head against your tight heat makes you shiver. She teases you, grazing the outside but not quite pushing it in. You don’t think you’ll last, to be perfectly honest, squirming beneath her as she hits that little bundle of nerves once again. She catches every noise you make with her mouth, kissing you again and again until you’re nothing more than a puddle under her. Finally, after you briefly think you might be going mad, she slides the slick silicone in. Slow and steady, she keeps pushing until you’ve taken it all. Your back arches as she rocks it inside you, moving her body against yours as she watches you fall apart. Through a haze of pleasure, you see her nipples have grown hard, visible through her tank top. Keeping one hand on her hip while she fucks you, you reach up with your other to roll your thumb over the cloth covered nub. She groans, the noise tapering off into a whine as she practically knocks your hand away to pull her top off one handed, tossing the cloth into the floor. The noise she makes when you lean forward and use your tongue is even better. Her hand shutters, the dildo jerking inside you, a moan wrenched from her like she’s forgotten how good it was since the last time. She pushes against you harder, teasing every spot deep inside, toying with you; again and again until you’re pleading. “Mor,” You pant, head thrown back against the pillows in desperation, “Mor-!” “Say it again,” She instructs. So you shout her name as her hand thrusts forward one last time, sending you over the edge. She grabs you by the hair and damn near slams your mouths together once more. Your stomach flips as you shudder through your own release, enjoying the feeling of her claws just barely scratching your scalp as you come down. She pulls the toy from you carefully before leaning over you, her lips curled into a smug little smirk. “Got your mind off it, huh?” You roll your eyes, twisting in bed to press your face into your pillow, “Shut up.” [[She only laughs at your muffled words.|Selection]]