A manipulative and sinister man, adept at using his charm and cunning to get what he wants. He has an unsettling presence that makes others feel uncomfortable around him. His true nature is hidden beneath a veneer of professionalism and authority, which allows him to deceive those who are unsuspecting or vulnerable.

John could tell that she was uncomfortable as he stood by the bedroom door, images of what he planned to do to her in that room flashing through his mind. "I might not be able to get you a teaching job, but there might be a position you can fill until you find the right job," John mentioned casually, sure that she had no inkling of the role he had in mind for her.

"No, nothing's amiss in here," he assured her, stepping into the bedroom. He wandered around their most private room, again carefully inspecting everything, sliding drawers open curiously, peeking into the closets. "The last tenants had this room painted blue," he commented, "I think I prefer it this color though. She went insane, you know. The woman who lived her before you moved in. Claimed demons raped her. Ended up committed to an institution where she killed herself. Very sad," he said, no trace of pity or sadness in his voice as he dragged his fingers across the bedspread, testing the softness of the mattress like a prospective buyer.

Kendra was a bit surprised when he said he might have a position to fill. "Oh, that would be quite nice of you. I just hate wandering the city looking for something, I feel so useless. Here Charles is, working so hard on his cases and I am just kind of , well, here." She had no idea what he had in store for her, she was so trusting of her husbands new boss. Even though he made her a bit uneasy, what harm would it do to have him help her out?

She was a bit taken aback when he opened the bedroom door once more and stepped in. She tilted her head to the side when he began to open the drawers and looked at their personal belongings. Kendra followed him and closed the drawers and the closets behind him. She was unnerved, but didn't speak a word.

She circled to the other side of the bed as he spoke of the previous tenants. Her eyes grew wide, "Raped by demons? Oh my, surely she was insane. Poor woman. It is a sad tale, to kill yourself, no one could help her?" She kept her eyes on him the whole time as he touched the side of the bed that she slept on. A Shiver went down her spine as she looked at him, "Why don't we go back to the living room, I'm sure your water must be getting warm." She smiled sweetly, hoping he would leave her most private of rooms in their new apartment.

John's grin broadened as he looked across the bed at Kendra, his hand still testing the springiness of the mattress as his eyes ran up and down her slender body. "The position would be directly under me," he told her, enjoying the double meaning of his words, "and I'm sure I could always find a use for you."

"Oh, she was definitely insane, she killed herself before they really had a chance to treat her," he assured her with mock sadness, remembering how Mary Ann had cried and squirmed under him in this same room, how horrified she had been at his real form and what he had done to her. "Her husband shot himself a short time after that," he added almost as an aside as he circled around the bed, getting closer to her. "A very troubled couple."

"I prefer my drinks warm actually," John told her, his hand still pressing down on the mattress, simulating the rhythm of sex as he neared her. "I don't like things too cold, guess I'm just used to heat."

It was obvious that Kendra was getting a bit nervous as he continued to touch her bed. She couldn't figure out why he had such an interest in it. "Oh so like your personal assistant? I thought someone as established as you would already have a bunch of them." She had no idea that his words had another meaning and kept stepping away from him as he neared.

She was truly unsettled when he spoke of the other woman and her husband. Why had they been so unbalanced? He seemed to speak as if their demise as a natural occurrence. Still, she tried to remain calm despite the look in his eyes.

She decided to move closer to the door, it felt almost like the air in the room had changed. It was getting warmer and she began to find it hard to breathe. "Well, I do have something's to do today Mr. Milton, I hate to be a bad hostess, but you know how it is." She stepped aside hoping he would leave her bedroom and be on his way.

"Something like a personal assistant," John nodded, his eyes running up her body as she stepped away from him as he neared her. He could tell she was uncomfortable with him in their bedroom, his fingers running over the soft sheets of her bed as he enjoyed her nervousness, her anxiety heightening his desire for her. "You will be assisting me with my most personal needs," he informed her, chuckling slightly at the connotation of his words, "making sure I have what I want, that my cravings are fulfilled. The position won't always be easy, or even enjoyable," he told her frankly, "but you will be amply rewarded for it. Does this interest you? Will you accept the position?" He asked intently, her answer important to him, knowing that if she willingly accepted what he was offering her she would be bartering her body to him. Not as pleasing as having someone sell their soul but still a fulfilling and binding transaction.

John shifted his shoulders slightly, the air warming as he watched Kendra, awaiting her reply eagerly as the temperature increased. "Oh," he exclaimed with false surprise as she stated she made the obvious excuse of having things to do, her hope that he would leave plain in her body language as she stepped aside, "hopefully they are things that can be postponed. I would like to get you started in your new position as soon as possible, maybe even right now," he told her, the air in the room becoming hotter, almost stifling for a human but perfect for him.

Kendra was nervous and curious at the same time as to what he was offering her. It sounded much more personal than just being a professional assistant. She didn't know if it was her nerves, but is was getting extremely hot in her room. She began tugging at her clothes to get some air. He had spoke about how difficult her position might be, but he also spoke of rewards. He was so vague, nothing concrete about what she was actually supposed to be doing for him.

"Oh you want me to start now? I, um... well, I guess my errands can wait. Sure, I'll accept the position. I can do my things later before Charles gets home. What is it you need me to do for you?" She was so blind to the fact she had just signed her life away. She had no idea how much he was manipulating her and the entire situation. She looked at him with such innocent eyes, never knowing she was staring into the face of pure evil.

"Excellent!" John almost sighed as Kendra willingly accepted the position, the temperature of the room jumping by another ten degrees as his satisfaction at her answer radiated out from him. She was his, or at least her body was his now, her agreement sealing a contract that only the highest clergyman could break. Start with her body and work up to her soul, he reminded himself as he watched her, her hands tugging at her clothes in the stifling heat of the room.

"What do I need you to do for me?" He repeated, his hand moving up to first loosen and then remove his tie, undoing the first few buttons of his shirt as if in response to the heat. He glanced towards the bedroom door, casting the illusion that it was closed and locked, unable to be opened as he approached her slowly, like a hunter stalking its' prey . The illusion would keep her in the room if she managed to escape him, for although the door was open she would only be able to perceive what he wanted her to, she would struggle and bang against thin air believing it to be the door. "What I need from you, Kendra," John told her, his voice soft but commanding as his hand reached out to rest lightly, possessively, on her hip, "is a fuck."


A trusting and innocent woman, who is eager to find her place in the world and contribute to her household. She is polite and respectful towards others, even when feeling uneasy. Her naïveté makes her susceptible to manipulation by those with ill intentions, as she is unable to recognize the hidden motives behind their actions.

Kendra was nervous and curious at the same time as to what he was offering her. It sounded much more personal than just being a professional assistant. She didn't know if it was her nerves, but is was getting extremely hot in her room. She began tugging at her clothes to get some air. He had spoke about how difficult her position might be, but he also spoke of rewards. He was so vague, nothing concrete about what she was actually supposed to be doing for him.

"Oh you want me to start now? I, um... well, I guess my errands can wait. Sure, I'll accept the position. I can do my things later before Charles gets home. What is it you need me to do for you?" She was so blind to the fact she had just signed her life away. She had no idea how much he was manipulating her and the entire situation. She looked at him with such innocent eyes, never knowing she was staring into the face of pure evil.


A girl with blue eyes long raven hair. She has a curvy body with a large chest, long slender legs a tail and cat ears. She is Lethia's Familiar. She has an affectionate and playful personality, often using body language such as nuzzling or hugging to express her feelings. Lethia also has a strong work ethic, taking pride in cleaning up after meals and maintaining the household. Her respectful address of Thomas as "Master" indicates a submissive nature or possibly stems from their established roles. Despite this deference, she exhibits initiative in expressing her desires and boundaries, suggesting an underlying assertiveness.

Lethia smiled whole heartily, Thomas's reply really did please her. He looked rather sleepy, must have been a very long day. She felt the same way. She laughed as he left all his carrots for her, "Thanks!" She ate her meat potato's and all the carrots, he would find she'd worked up quite the appetite after working so hard.

She set her plate down on top of his, letting out a small sigh, "You cook so well!" She grinned to him, "Please let me cook a meal for you next time Master." She paused for a second, watching him read his book. "You really are amazing." she told him softly, "I really want to learn more from you!" Lethia told him, in more ways then one, she had thought to herself.

"Hm?" Thomas asked, looking up from his book. When he did, the letters and illuminations slowly began to fade from the pages. "You want to what now?" He followed the conversation back. "Oh, cook. Well, I didn't cook it, really. It was just a ritual I know." He cleared his throat. "And... I'm not that good. In fact, I'm not that good at all. There are hundred in this city better than me with the arcane. It's nothing special." The girl was sweet, he had to admit. For her to think so much of him... And then it dawned on him that, perhaps, those were the words of a girl with a crush. He looked down at his book to hide his blush.

The pages glowed faintly again, the text reappearing once again. She would notice that the hair on her tail would stand on end when he used the book. It was a funny feeling, but Thomas seemed to be unaffected. He closed the book and opened it again. The page he was on slowly changed, until the next page was visible to him where the previous pages had been.

Lethia blinked up to him, so he conjured the food up? She shook her head, "Your uncle said you are a very upstanding man with talent. I can see that." Lethia grinned gently, once he looked back at his book she felt her body shiver. "W... what's that?" She inquired at the feeling the book gave her. After cleaning her plate she took both of them, "Um... Do you have a kitchen?" Lethia inquired, standing up with the plates. She was fully ready to clean these up and go to bed, so she could get back to work and clean up more of his home and shop.

He might have been right, Lethia was forming a crush on Thomas, even if she didn't really think of it. All familiars were suppose to get along with there Masters, help them however they needed. Even if she'd gotten to know him a bit more closely they should have.

"Hm? It's an old, old book that I found," Thomas began to explain. He closed it, letting her get a good look at the red leather that bound the book. "I'm not sure what the writings are supposed to mean. It's in a dead language, Netherese, most likely, but there's no one alive that knows how to translate it." He opened up the book. It glowed softly and she felt the hairs on her tail stand up once again. "When I think of manual that I've read before while opening the book, it somehow knows what I want. It has a lot of books that it knows, but that's difficult for me to navigate. My uncle thought it was because my mind is too organized... Well, in matters of the arcane... Earlier today... Well, I'm not sure how I made it through that with what little knowledge I had..." He trailed off from that topic and cleared his throat. He snapped the book shut and her strange feeling went away.

Finally, the dishes just disappeared. One second they were there and, the next, they had vanished entirely. "Oh, I forgot to mention that those were part of my spell... The dishes you see in the sink..." and on the counter, and piled on the floor... "are the real ones that need washing." He frowned. "Where am I supposed to have you bed down for the night?"

Lethia tilted her head to the side, that book was very peculiar, specially the way it effected her. Big curious bright blue eyes peered at the red leather, "Netherese?" she repeated as her ears twitched up, smiling at him as he mentioned earlier, giggling a bit. Her tail now swaying playfully, she gave a little gasp as the plates disappeared, looking over to the sink she felt a bit nervous. She'd be cleaning all those tomorrow for sure.

She giggled either way, "I'll take care of it" She walked over leaning down, wrapping her arms around his neck as he sat, leaning down and pecking his cheek. "Well, Master, can I bed with you?" she inquired softly. Her gentle touch slipping across his chest, then up to his shoulders, leaning over to peer at him. "Please? I don't want to be alone, Its my first night here.." she smiled warmly. "I've already found out I love being close to you..." she whispered nuzzling her cheek against his like an affectionate cat.

Thomas blushed. He responded as any male should, growing rapidly with his arousal. He took her hand and brought her close. His lips pressed to hers quickly. He touched her breasts, her tummy, her sides and her hips, feeling her as he hadn't before. His lips would continue to lock with hers, the soft sounds of lovers' kisses filling the quiet kitchen. Yes, it was all very quiet this time a night, but it seemed Thomas was interested in keeping it warm and lively, at least in their bedroom. He blushed when he realized what he was thinking. "I'm so glad to have you as a familiar..."

Lethia let him pull her closer, evidently falling into his lap since he was still sitting. She kissed him back lightly, those arms still wrapped around his neck, her pink lips pushing deeper loving the sound of their lips smacking together. His hands caressing her body, she let out a soft sigh into the kiss. Liking the feeling of his hands sliding down her body, slowly his familiar broke the kiss, staring up to him with great big blue eyes, "Shall we go to bed, then?" Her tail was swaying playfully, ears perk with obvious excitement.

"Yes, let's," Thomas said, helping her stand. He let her lead the way to the shabby bedroom and its small bed. If this was to be his familiar, he'd have to invest in something a tiny bit bigger. Unless she intended to sleep at the foot of the bed. Somehow he doubted that. However, as soon as he was in the room, he looked to her for guidance. He hadn't been so lucky as to have a female friend in his bedroom before. Well, he... nevermind that. He cleared his throat. "This one... ah... may need to be tidied at some point, as well..." He looked at them together in the mirror.

Lethia held his hand tightly as he lead her to the bedroom, peering at the small bed she giggled a bit at him, he seemed rather hesitant. She turned and pulled her arms around his waist, pressing her soft chest against his, "...if I cuddled on top of you, just sightly, we might be able to fit..." she told him happily, truthfully in the store room had been her first time too. She wanted to try it again, her dainty hands slipped up against his chest as she leaned up to peck his lips gently before slipping down to sit on the bed still in the tight black dress from before, her long legs crossed giving him a playful look. "I'm yours Master..." she told him in a rather excited, sexy little voice.


A half-elf man, handsome and tall. He has green-gold eyes and uniquely styled facial hair. He is humble, often downplaying his skills and achievements. Despite this modesty, he's not immune to flattery or physical attraction, responding warmly to Lethia's advances. His use of magic to alter Lethia's physique suggests that he harbors certain aesthetic preferences or fantasies. He also is considerate and sensitive to Lethia's feelings as he seeks her consent before proceeding with their intimate encounters.

Lethia held his hand tightly as he lead her to the bedroom, peering at the small bed she giggled a bit at him, he seemed rather hesitant. She turned and pulled her arms around his waist, pressing her soft chest against his, "...if I cuddled on top of you, just sightly, we might be able to fit..." she told him happily, truthfully in the store room had been her first time too. She wanted to try it again, her dainty hands slipped up against his chest as she leaned up to peck his lips gently before slipping down to sit on the bed still in the tight black dress from before, her long legs crossed giving him a playful look. "I'm yours Master..." she told him in a rather excited, sexy little voice.

Thomas smiled. "If you laid slightly on top of me?" he teased, pushing the straps of her black dress off of her shoulders to expose the smooth skin. His smile widened as he let the cloth pool at her feet. Thomas' fingertips traced along her breasts; they were pleasant, but still... The words came from his lips without his permission and she could feel them suddenly grow heavy, his spell complete. Buxom spells were easy, since women wanted them cast almost as much as men did. He licked his lips, mouth parting just slightly as he leaned down; as he leaned, he lifted a breast, until he could take the hard nipple in his mouth. He removed his hand and tried to hold her breast in that position with his lips on her nipple. Of course, Lethia was now too top heavy for that. His hands traced down her front and then to her hips.

More arcane words fluttered out and she was changed yet again. She felt her weight shifting as her butt became something more... graspable. Thomas smiled wickedly, wondering where this deviant penchant came from. Nonetheless, he moved forward, pushing her back to the bed. "I think there'd be more room if you sat your lap atop mine. Don't you?" he teased, pressing his manhood against her. Even though his robes and trousers hid it, she could feel it, hard and hot, pressing against her. He couldn't help himself. He leaned in to taste her lips again.


A 23 years old woman known as Rosey, is a submissive individual who finds pleasure in serving others, particularly Levi. She's eager to please and willing to follow orders to the letter. Rosey is emotionally invested in her relationship with Levi and seeks his approval above all else. Her devotion borders on obsession, indicating a deep-rooted need for acceptance and affection. She is attractive enough to incite jealousy or possessiveness from others.

Nina was enjoying every time the name Rosey leapt off his lips. She was whimpering and found her arms wrapped around him, her nails digging into his skin as she held onto her release, she tried so hard and learned from Klaus if you failed you would be punished. It was easy when anyone else used her, she was never attracted nor willing to fuck them. Her mind was only on Levi.

Now he was here and he was fucking her, the universe had given him back to her. She took it with open arms and moaned, crying out wishing it would continue and she could hold on forever to this moment. But soon he would grow sick of her like everyone and discard her, regardless of how much he meant to her. "Oh, please master. I've missed you so much. I have wanted you ever since you were gone. Please, holding this is causing me physical and mental pain. I will do anything please." She cried out, hoping he would listen to her.

Levi normally would have punished her for letting her nails mark his skin. He worked hard a this flawless appearance he was always well groomed and well maintained, but this time was special he would let her have this just this once. He would let her do as she pleased even if it was something he didn't like he would deal with it this one time.

"You know Rosey this is a good look on you... I would like to see it more often" Levi whispered in her ear as he continued the rough pace playing with her stimulating her in every way he could. "You've been a good girl Roesy, and I owe you for bringing me back... so I'll give you one thing whatever you want, and I'll let you have your way just this one time you can do whatever you want with me" Levi said as he nuzzled against her soft neck trailing soft sweet kisses down her neck.

Nina dared not hurt him, her mind was elsewhere, enjoying the little ,moment of Levi's time she was receiving. Her eyes wide as he spoke of the look that she was doing. "I'm sorry, I don't know which look you mean, but I will do my best. Anything for you, master." Her words were loud and clear of how badly she wished to please him. At his mention of her getting anything she wanted she smiled softly.

"Promise to never get rid of me? Give me your word I will stay with you. Even if I am put in a closet while you are away. Just don't make me go away from you. I can't take it. My heart has physically been breaking without you master. Its why I did whatever Klaus wanted, so I could get you back." As he hissed the last words, her breath catching with each throbbing thrust inside her willing and aching cunt.

Levi couldn't help but laugh at how eager she was like a dumb puppy ready to do anything for his approval the look she gave him full of adoration as if he was her whole universe it was all to sexy for some like Levi who needed to be the center of attention and the sole focus of everyone around him. "Don't worry about it I'm sure you'll keep looking at me just like this for a long time" Levi said with a bright smile that was almost uncharacteristic from his normal bitchy ,and catty attitude.

Levi knew that she belonged to him completely with her request there was little room to question what she thought of him, and for Levi as long as he remained her God he would allow her to stay with him even if he didn't pay attention to her she could at the very least bask in his radiance. "Don't worry Rosey girl... as long as I'm the center of your universe you can stay by my side... just remember I'm your God now... and my word is law" Levi whispered before capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss though he could no longer hold himself back as he slammed into her the pleasure making his mind nearly go blank "Roesy girl... you can... cum now" Levi panted as he slammed deep into her womb his own release rocking through him filling her up with his seed.

Nina looked carefully up at him, her eyes wide with a big smile as he mentioned her probably always looking like this. She could see that being true, since she adored him. And when he mentioned that she would stay as long as she saw him as a god that his word was law. She nodded and was going to speak a most wonderful yes eagerly her lips crashed with his.

She returned it, her lips melting into him. He didn't understand that to her he was always her owner and so much more. When he finally released he plowed into her and told her she could fun. She had gotten distracted for s mere moment and felt the pleasure building up again as she saw him and felt his handiwork. She cried out his name, feeling her pleasure take wing, it felt so good, to be with Levi and actually release for him, to be in his arms. It meant everything to her.

Levi knew with Nina by his side he could do whatever he wanted after all he was sure the girl would martyr herself in a heartbeat if he needed her to and what better type of slave to have then one that was completely obsessed with him. Levi could control her through pleasure and punish her when she displeased him it wasn't like she would say anything against him, because he would never allow such a thing she belonged to him.

Levi knew this little trist had taken up far to much time, but it was well worth the relief it provided something he found he much needed. "Rosey girl come we'll get cleaned up after all we have dinner plans to make don't we" Levi said as he got up and left to ready the shower. He was never one for cuddling or all that intimate bullshit everyone else seemed interested in to him it was just a waste or time.

Nina whimpered and mewled with her orgasm and then she relaxed, trying to steady her breathing. Suddenly he was getting up, leaving her empty, the loss of him feeling great as if he disappeared again. She then heard him telling her to come and she pushed herself up. "Yes, sir." She explained following him to the bathroom.

She walked over and turned on the shower, going to prepare it the way he used to always like his showers. "Would you care for me to join you, sir?" She asked, determining her place for the moment and the events at hand. Staring softly she looked at him, the way he mentioned saying his name made her smile. It felt so good to be his Rosey again.

Levi was more than ready to get his plans to take out Klaus underway. He didn't know how long he had been dead for, but it was time for some revenge no matter what he had to do he would make Klaus suffer he would break him mind, body, and soul, and he would use Nina to do it. Levi was sure Klaus had some feelings for Nina why else would he have tried to steal her like he did.

Levi mind raced with all the ways he could get his revenge he had already fallen back into his old ways as he leaned against the wall just waiting for Nina to ready his shower. Her words drew him out of his thoughts "Well I'm not going to wash myself now am I" Levi said this wasn't unusual for him to do after all he was a God he shouldn't have to do things for himself at least not trivial things such as this. "Make sure you get clean to Rosey girl... tonight we're going out with all our friends" Levi knew exactly where he wanted to go. He wanted to go back to the bar he was sure Mitch would be there and Klaus well he would have Rosey invite him, and give him a nice scare.

Nina looked up at him, before bowing her head in submission. "Yes, sir." She walked into the warm water and let it wash her skin before he stepped inside, grabbing a cloth she leaned down and began to wash his feet. Her knees was where she felt the most useful to him, looking up at his hard cock before rubbing against his skin, running it over and making him feel warm.

She was sure there life would be different now. "Are you sure you'd like me to come today?" She asked him wondering why he would have her there, unless it was to show his dominance and how he reined over her body and that she could do anything he told her too. If he asked her to walk in front of a bus she might have hesitation, but she wanted him more than anything, to be happy. She just hoped, it was with her.


A meticulous man about his appearance, maintaining a flawless look that he does not allow to be marred. He possesses a charismatic personality and craves being the center of attention. He has an authoritative demeanor, expecting absolute obedience from those around him. Levi can also be manipulative, using pleasure as a tool for control. Despite this, he's not interested in emotional intimacy or tenderness. His dominant nature extends to all aspects of his life, including his relationships.

Nina looked up at him, before bowing her head in submission. "Yes, sir." She walked into the warm water and let it wash her skin before he stepped inside, grabbing a cloth she leaned down and began to wash his feet. Her knees was where she felt the most useful to him, looking up at his hard cock before rubbing against his skin, running it over and making him feel warm.

She was sure there life would be different now. "Are you sure you'd like me to come today?" She asked him wondering why he would have her there, unless it was to show his dominance and how he reined over her body and that she could do anything he told her too. If he asked her to walk in front of a bus she might have hesitation, but she wanted him more than anything, to be happy. She just hoped, it was with her.

"Haven't you noticed it's almost night now... and besides I need you... my plan won't work without you my dear" Levi said his eyes shifting to Nina as he watched her with a newfound curiosity. Before she never mattered to him, but now he found himself strangely attracted to her in a way he was sure he wasn't before. "Once we're done here I want you to call all our old friends including Klaus invite them to that bar we used to go to... and we will have some fun with Klaus" Levi couldn't wait to see the look on Klaus face when he saw him.


A physically strong and attractive man, with a body that's been honed by experiences unknown. His hands are firm yet tender, capable of both inflicting pleasure and pain. He has an irresistible charm that can be intoxicating, making him addictive to those he sets his sights on. Thelius is also deeply caring and passionate; his words carry weight and convey deep emotions, indicating high intelligence and eloquence. Despite his rough exterior, he has a sensitive side that allows him to express love profoundly. He tends to be protective over those he cares for, as seen in the way he checks on Viviana's comfort after their intimate encounter. His past includes being a prince and having an affair with someone named Maud, suggesting a complex history filled with power and romance.

Thelius moaned softly. He felt his cock being squeezed by her tight body. He reached, digging his fingers into her back. He groaned as he felt her nails dig into his back. "Fuck that feels good." He whispered to her.

Thelius moved his body, his motion soft, rhythmic, working in time with hers. He felt himself become one with her. His mind was spinning. "You feel incredible, I love you so much." He told her, moving to give her a deeply passionate, loving kiss.

At his reaction, she only furthered her clawing, groaning softly. As they became one, her entire body fell under his spell. She moaned softly after each movement, each second even better than the last. His words only encouraged her pleasure, a wide smile crossing her face. "I love you too dammit..." She moaned, happily meeting his lips with her own.

She bit and pulled at his lips like a hungry animal. She gently sucked on his bottom lip, savoring his taste. Viviana had feared she would never feel love again after she lost her mother, but here, with him above her, she knew what love really was. She really felt like she could be herself around him. She felt safe and wanted.

He held her closely to himself, squeezing her. He wanted-needed-her closer. He groaned when she sucked on his bottom lip. He pulled on her hair, bending her, his other arm wrapped around her resting on her ass. He squeezed it approvingly as she played with his lip. His body moved with hers, no awkward movements, it felt natural. It felt right. Loving her was right. It was as if he could have never existed without meeting her.

"You please me so well." he whispered leaning to bite and suck on her neck, his teeth digging into her skin. He bit harder in reaction to her raking his back with her nails. Thelius was a caring lover, getting rougher as he got more excited but constantly shifting to adjust to her slightest movements, being sure to play with her body. She was addictive. His head was spinning from pleasure. This was the most content he had felt in a long time. Even with Maud, more even the when he was a prince.

"I am devoted to you. My goddess. You are the air I breath, my soul belongs to you." He told her in gentle waves of passion. "There will never be anyone else but you."

He knew exactly what to do to send her reeling. He produced sounds out of her she wasn't aware she could make. Viviana held close to him, rocking her body into his movements, their bodies working in perfect harmony. She could feel the sweat on her brow, her body craving his own. Viviana hadn't known how much she had needed this until now. Ever since she kissed him that first time, this was what she had been waiting for.

He made her feel complete, like she wasn't an outcast. Like she wasn't some slave girl he found locked in a cage. He had changed her life. At his soft words, she smiled. "I am yours in this life and the next,"

She felt the pressure within her body increase, heat flooding over her body. She cursed in elvish, moaning as her body neared her climax. "I-I'm going to—" She gasped softly, trying to hold back for as long as she could.

Thelius let out a small moan, holding her close to him. He was thrusting faster. He couldn't live without her. Without drink? Well she would make a fine new addiction. He felt like he could be great. Not just the pretend greatness of before. But truly incredible. She was quickly becoming his everything. He would burn the world down to get to her if he needed too.

Thelius let put a soft moan. An intake of breath. His body tensing. He was close too. He felt one with her, every thrust of her body matching his own.

"Please, for me Viviana. Let me feel how incredible this is for you." He whispered thrusting hard, forcing himself all the way in, feeling himself release I'm her. Holding her close, arms wrapped around her, squeezing her.

At his request, she happily obliged. As she felt him release, she groaned, allowing herself to fully relax. She joined him, a feeling of euphoria passed over her, Viviana's heart pounding against her chest. She held him close, panting softly as she rode out the high. Her lips found his in a sloppy after-sex kiss, a bright smile on her face.

Viviana laid back on the floor, looking up at Thelius. If she hadn't loved him before, she certainly did now. He completed her. Now that she had him, she wasn't going to let him go.

"I love you," She whispered in elvish, resting her hand against his cheek.

Thelius smiled down at her. He leaned into her hand, enjoying the feeling of her skin on his. "I love you too, shadow of my heart." He whispered back, using an ancient and deeply potent elvish phrase, layered with meaning more then the simple words themselves. Thelius laid down beside her, wrapping his arms around her. He held her tightly, burying his face into her hair, breathing softly.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." he repeated to her, stroking her hair. He turned her against him, letting their bodies be swayed with the ship. Soft mist from his crowns, slowly moving to float over her like a crown. "You are nothing short of a miracle. You make every second of life worth breathing." He whispered to her, giving her another kiss. Thelius sighed happily.

"How are you feeling? I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked, glancing up and down at her. He didn't think he did but he didn't want to have her hide it from him.

Viviana relaxed beside him, allowing her eyes to close for a moment. She listened to the sound of his heart, a sound she had grown to love. At his question, she laughed softly, a bright smile crossing her face. She rolled over slightly, so she faced him, pecking his cheek, her hands gently combing through his hair. "You didn't hurt me, hell you did quite the opposite," She chuckled, her eyes finding his. "Maybe next time you can throw a bit of hurt into it. I'm a tough girl, I can take it," She teased, flashing him her teeth.

Reluctantly, she sat up, gathering her clothes from the floor. The last thing Viviana wanted was to be walked in on stripped nude. She quietly dressed herself, occasionally glancing back at Thelius, her heart fluttering each time their eyes met.

She had never thought of herself as one to fall head-over-heels for someone, but here she was.

He grinned. "I'll be glad to be rougher next time. You're a steel flower, of course you can handle rougher." He told her giving her a friendly punch on her arm. He gazed at her, admiring her smile. Burning it into his memory, as well as her laugh, her body, everything about her. His heart was about to best out of his chest. Surely she could hear it too, how could she not?

Thelius stood and dressed as well, he didn't mind being seen in the nude but he didn't want to upset anyone on the ship. He gave her a warm and loving kiss. "Well my guiding star, do you want to sleep in the right corner or the left corner? Since we're in the cell together, we might as well make ourselves comfortable." He gestured around. "A room all to ourselves, how generous are fellow pirates to one another?" He joked flashing her a wide smile.

"Unless of course you had other ideas."

Viviana laughed softly, looking back at him. "And what's that supposed to mean?" She teased, sliding next to him.

She laid back on the floor, opting for the center rather than any defined corner. She released a long sigh, smiling up at the ceiling. Viviana looked over towards him, a warm smile crossing her lips. How did it come to be that a former pit-fighting slave meets an exiled prince? Perhaps it was luck, though she believed it was destiny. She only wished her mother had met him. Viviana imagined she'd love him.

Perhaps in another life they will all meet together.

Thelius grinned at her. "I can be quite addicting you know. I don't think any woman I've met would deny that." He winked at her. "You'll fall for my charms eventually. This is just a warm up." He followed her, moving to lay beside her. He wrapped his arms around her, turning to face her.

He never thought he'd find love, well, he had loved Fynn, but this was different. That love was like when one looked through glass that was slightly dirty. The view outside may be pleasant but when you actually stepped outside it was a world so much more rich and with so much more to offer then looking through. He gave her one last kiss.

"You are my heart. Without you this world would be like bitter ash in my mouth" He spoke, qouting an ancient Elven romance poem. "Come my dear, let us sleep. We both need it I'm sure." He joked laying her head on his chest.


A resilient and captivating woman, her body marked by the trials she has endured. Her strength isn't just physical but also emotional, having survived being a pit-fighting slave and losing her mother. She's not afraid to express her desires or take what she wants, evident in her passionate engagement with Thelius. She's adventurous and open to new experiences, yet there's an underlying vulnerability that makes her endearing. Despite being an outcast once, she possesses an innate charm that draws people towards her. Notably, she speaks Elvish fluently and is familiar with its cultural nuances. Her love for Thelius is intense and genuine; it transforms her from a survivor into someone capable of deep affection and commitment.

Viviana laughed softly, looking back at him. "And what's that supposed to mean?" She teased, sliding next to him.

She laid back on the floor, opting for the center rather than any defined corner. She released a long sigh, smiling up at the ceiling. Viviana looked over towards him, a warm smile crossing her lips. How did it come to be that a former pit-fighting slave meets an exiled prince? Perhaps it was luck, though she believed it was destiny. She only wished her mother had met him. Viviana imagined she'd love him.

Perhaps in another life they will all meet together.


A man of intense emotions, often expressing deep love for Veronica. He can be possessive and has a history of resorting to extreme measures like kidnapping. Despite his rough exterior, he shows a capacity for change and attempts to prove his affection through grand gestures. He cleans up well, as seen when Veronica compliments him on looking amazing in a black tuxedo. He is physically attractive.

As he came, and they broke free she looked already kissed. "As you said one hour. You are stuck in hospital, I can't take you out and you aren't giving me a fair chance. Not one bit. Don't put something in your head that isn't there." He said running his hand through her hair. "I do love you, I want you more than I have wanted anything. Please don't give up on me again."

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "Then stop saying you love me during sex! That is always going to be lust to me!" Veronica pointed out. Matteo frustrated her to no end, and she didn't quite see how this was going to work. With Marcel, there had never been any doubt that he cared about her, there had never been all these forced issues between them. Really they hadn't even fought much, but it felt like she and Matteo could never stop getting angry with one another.

"Oh come on, Matteo!" Veronica said softly. "You have to know love shouldn't be this way. I mean, I've only had the one good relationship, but we both know that being at each others throats and always mad at each other is no way to be together. We're just going to make each other miserable, like we did virtually the entire month we were together, aside from when we were in bed together." Veronica said softly, wishing she could make him see that. "How is now any different than before? We're still the same people we always were."

Matteo looked at her and shook his head. "I mentioned it after it. But love is based off your actions. Now I am sorry if my actions in the past didn't represent my love, but a) I wasn't given much time and b) right now you are in the hospital."

He looked at her as she spoke about her hate for it all. "What do you want me to do? Give up, I can't give up on this, on you. I want you to badly, I want to be with you. Can you just not make a judgment of how much you hate me yet, and just maybe rest from your shot, let me get you something good to eat. Watch a movie and relax. And damn, I will regret saying this but maybe we shouldn't sleep together for a hot minute, so you don't jump on me about how awful I am about it?"

A few weeks later, Veronica was released from the hospital. She and Matteo had taken his boat to some sort of almost private island. If only because Veronica had agreed to give it a chance, and it had been nice, their time in the hospital together. They had sex, but most of the time, Matteo just laid on the bed beside her, holding her while they watched random television shows. It was actually amazing and Matteo was just, there for her.

Veronica had picked out a somewhat slutty black dress to meet Matteo, who was picking her up for a proper date.

Matteo did love Veronica, he wanted to prove it to her. So they focused on things like spending time together, he wanted to help her any way he could while she was in the hospital. Now that she was better, he decided he was taking her on a date. He had planned something fun and was hoping she would like it. When he knocked on her door, hoping she would answer and let him know what she thought. He wore a black tux it was form-fitting and he enjoyed how it looked on her. He had taken a breath mint and held a bouquet of a dozen roses.

Veronica opened her door and smiled as she took in Matteo's appearance. "Wow, you look amazing. I've never seen you all cleaned up like this." Veronica said softly, smiling up at him. "You'd better promise me our night ends in us having sex on the beach as the sun goes down and the moon comes up." Veronica teased with a wink before smiling at him and moving in, standing on her tip toes even in heels, just to kiss him passionately.

Matteo chuckled and gave her a smile. "Haven't had the chance too, baby girl." He said with a smile before handing her the roses. "These are for you." He listened to her words and laughed again. "I can't promise the beach thing... But I will have sex with you, if that's something you wish." He stated as he run a hand nervously through his hair. He assumed if he screwed this up she would never move past it and he wouldn't win her heart. He was nervous and if it didn't show he felt it deep within.

Veronica laughed as she heard his words. She took the roses before walking back into her room and setting them down in a vase. "You're no fun." Veronica teased at his words. "So beach sex is where you draw a line?" Veronica teased. "So, where are we going?" Veronica asked softly, moving to join him and shut her door. "Or are we staying here, like always?" Veronica asked playfully.

Matteo continued to laugh when she spoke about beach sex. "No, babygirl. No beach sex because I have other plans for us. But if you want badly beach sex I will add it to the roster, though they say, sand gets in weird places." When she spoke he offered his arm. "No, we have plans. Come on, our Ferrari is waiting." He said looking at the red car he had brought back to France for him. If he was still here, because she had home. He was going to make good use of it, before asking her to marry him and come whole to Italy.

Veronica laughed at Matteo's words. "Ferrari's a bit much, don't you think?" Veronica teased playfully as she took his arm. "So, you're really going all in on it." Veronica teased playfully.

Matteo looked at his woman. "Veronica, you are my world, you haven't believed me thus far and you said it was because of my actions, if this proves my love for you then my love, I will give you anything you want." He stated before opening the door for her. "For you?" He asked looking at her carefully.

Veronica couldn't help but smile as she heard Matteo. He was cute, if a little crazy sometimes. "But is this even who you are?" Veronica asked softly. "It seems... so unlike you." Veronica commented, smiling as he heard him. He opened the door for her, and Veronica got in slowly, wondering what was going through Matteo's mind at the moment.

Matteo smiled at her. "Sometimes I am a jackass, I do it to block myself from getting hurt, but I do love you. I just have to change my jackassery then." He said with a nervous laugh. He now worried that she wouldn't like him being nicer to her either. He couldn't win. "Am I doing something wrong as well?" He asked, worried that he wasn't going to ever make her happy. He could treat her good, he knew that.

Veronica couldn't help but smirk as she heard Matteo. "You do realize that being a jerk is never going to make anyone love you?" Veronica pointed out softly. "Being in love with someone means you have to be open to getting hurt. Being mean is exactly what drove me away from you." Veronica explained softly, cuddling in close to him in the car.

"Of course not. It's just weird, you going from the way you were to trying to be like this. I don't know whether or not you're going to stay this way for me. I like you better this way, but I don't know if you're going to keep being like this."

Matteo shook his head. "When you are good all the time, people expect good." He paused as she cuddled close, he ran a hand through her hair. "I don't want anyone to expect anything from me. I am just learning how to make you happy. As the idea of you with some other prick, makes me want to kill all the other men in the world."

He smiled at her, hoping it was enough for her to realize he still was who he was but he wanted to be better, for her.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "Is it so bad for me to want you to be good to me all the time?" Veronica asked. "It shouldn't be so hard for you to want to be good to me all the time, even if I'm the only one you're good to. Love never works if you're not good to the person you claim to love. You have to know that." Veronica pointed out softly.

Matteo shook his head. "You misunderstand, I want to be good for you and only you. I don't want us to fight, say I didn't do the wrong thing?" He asked, his stress was higher than he ever thought before. He didn't want to push her away, not ever. He wanted to cherish and love her, just how she should be loved.

"You're so confusing." Veronica couldn't help but say, looking at Matteo. She cuddled in closer and sighed. "It's okay. You're making an effort, even if it doesn't seem like you. It's just... an adjustment compared to who you spent the month being. It's weird having you like this, like it just doesn't seem like it's who you are because you never tried to be this way with me before. It's like I'm waiting for you to go back to who you were... We'll see how long this lasts for you." Veronica explained softly, moving in to kiss him softly.

"I am a riddle, darling." Matteo said with a small chuckle. His heart was racing, but he hated the idea of losing her to the fucking french man. Then she leaned in to kiss him and he willingly accepted the kiss, he enjoyed every moment of it. He wanted more of it and he knew he didn't want to be the one to take it. He would first take her to dinner like he planned.

He put the key into the ignition and began to drive, looking at her for a moment before looking out the window, waiting to get there. "You look very pretty tonight if I didn't say it already."

Veronica couldn't help but smirk as she heard Matteo. "Hmmm, confusing is more your style." Veronica said softly as he began to drive. There was this air of awkwardness between them, and honestly, Veronica had no idea if it would go away anytime soon. After all, Matteo had shown who he was, he probably couldn't really change or make her happy the way people who loved her did. She wanted to give him the chance, but only time would tell if things would be okay. "Thank you." Veronica finally said, awkwardly staring out the window.

"Riddle, confusing all the very same thing, no? Regardless, I want to make you happy. I am trying. Can we work with that?" Matteo listened to the silence as she stared out the window, thanking him for the compliment when really it was the truth. He wanted to make everything wonderful for her.

But in the end, he didn't know what to do with her? One minute he was trying to be really good and then he wasn't enough. But then when he was who he was, the man, the mob boss, then he was horrible enough, but yet she went to another, who was ruthless in the field.

His heart was constricting, trying to stop the anger that was rolling in his blood. "No problem," he said as calmly as he could.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "I know you are." Veronica said softly. "I'm trying too." Veronica agreed, despite not entirely feeling it. Their first month together had kind of made an impression on her, and she didn't see how things could change between them. Not to mention, despite still sort of loving Matteo, her heart belonged to Marcel at the moment.

"It's just hard for us to have a fresh start. You did technically kidnap me. It wasn't natural, the way we ended up together. We never had moments where I was sure I was the only one you wanted. I never felt like you really wanted me, and I still don't. With you, I don't feel like you're in love with me at all." Veronica explained softly. "I want to, but I haven't felt it yet." Veronica said softly.

With that, Veronica went back to staring out the window. Things felt awkward between them, and Veronica knew that Matteo was mad she had fallen for someone else.

Matteo looked at her for a moment. "I know you don't believe me. Just if you can, trust me with today. If at the end of today you can't see anything happening between us. Then I will weep for the loss of the possibility at a chance with you. Then you can go back to the other gentleman. Please."

The words felt like acid as they fell from his mouth. No part of him wanted her to be with the other gentleman. "Just if you do... be careful please." He loved her and the idea of her getting hurt again was unbearable. As the evening was just upon them he pulled up in front of a large ballroom buffet place.

"I hired someone to serve us, unless you want to grab the food yourself, but it's entirely your choice?" He asked as he pulled over and rushed to open the car door for her, offering her a hand.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "Fine." Veronica said, though she had a feeling this night would be underwhelming and she wouldn't find herself feeling anything for Matteo anymore. At least Matteo wasn't going to hold her hostage again. If tonight went as Veronica figured it would, then she was free to go back to the man she truly loved. "I'll be fine, Matteo. I told you, he only hurt me to hurt you." Veronica insisted, despite the fact that they had argued about it constantly since she'd been back with Matteo.

The car finally stopped at a weird place that seemed like a ballroom, making Veronica raise her eyebrow. Was this was Matteo considered romantic? She was kind of underwhelmed, but took his hand as he opened her door for her. "I'm sure it'll be fine." Veronica said as he mentioned it was her choice in whether to be served or not. For now, she was trying to keep an open mind about this.

Matteo looked at her softly. "I hope you are fine. Always and forever." His heart was racing as she mentioned being fine. Gently he took her hand and lead her through the ballroom space. He continued walking till they were on the balcony. A few couples were on it, taking the staircase down he led her to a gazebo. The cobblestone path was light up by candelabra's and nearby was a string quartet and the instruments playing softly.

Coming to the gazebo a small chandelier hung low and he pulled open a chair for her. "For you." She looked so beautiful but his heart was definitely scared. He hated the fact that he felt like he had to be on eggshells around her. Sitting across from her he smiled. "You don't like it do you?" He asked, part of him getting upset with the fact that he thought she might like his fancy ordeal. Handpicking every song, paying someone to install electricity in the gazebo.

The fact they could dance together if they wanted and the perfect spot close to the water. The trees and bush overlooking the ocean.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. He was so possessive. Everyone knew that, but it was still a lot for Veronica sometimes. She let him take her hand as they walked through the building, wondering what he possibly wanted to do here. So far, it seemed like it was just a generic ballroom place with tons of other people. It wasn't exactly romantic, but then she didn't actually expect any of that from Matteo. It didn't seem like his way. Veronica was pleasantly surprised when they headed towards the beach and ended up in a private gazebo with a chandelier. It was so pretty, and actually kind of romantic.

"No, I like it." Veronica finally said in response, smiling at Matteo who sat down across from her.

Matteo was a little more than stressed, his feelings were all over the place but she seemed surprised by the walk to their own little area. "I am glad you like it." He commented as he sat before her, folding his hands across his lap he looked at her gently. "I picked a bottle of champagne out, but I told them to keep it on hold, cause I didn't know if you wanted that or something stronger." He wanted to make this wonderful, that when he proposed she would take this time to know he really did care, he cared more than she understood.


A 22 years old woman who values sincerity and genuine affection in her relationships. She has been through difficult times, which has made her cautious and skeptical about sudden changes in people's behavior, particularly Matteo's. Despite this wariness, she possesses a playful side, often teasing Matteo during their conversations. She has an attractive allure as she was able to captivate both Matteo and Marcel. She dresses provocatively at times, as indicated by her choice of a "somewhat slutty black dress" for the date with Matteo.

As he came, and they broke free she looked already kissed. "As you said one hour. You are stuck in hospital, I can't take you out and you aren't giving me a fair chance. Not one bit. Don't put something in your head that isn't there." He said running his hand through her hair. "I do love you, I want you more than I have wanted anything. Please don't give up on me again."

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "Then stop saying you love me during sex! That is always going to be lust to me!" Veronica pointed out. Matteo frustrated her to no end, and she didn't quite see how this was going to work. With Marcel, there had never been any doubt that he cared about her, there had never been all these forced issues between them. Really they hadn't even fought much, but it felt like she and Matteo could never stop getting angry with one another.

"Oh come on, Matteo!" Veronica said softly. "You have to know love shouldn't be this way. I mean, I've only had the one good relationship, but we both know that being at each others throats and always mad at each other is no way to be together. We're just going to make each other miserable, like we did virtually the entire month we were together, aside from when we were in bed together." Veronica said softly, wishing she could make him see that. "How is now any different than before? We're still the same people we always were."

Matteo looked at her and shook his head. "I mentioned it after it. But love is based off your actions. Now I am sorry if my actions in the past didn't represent my love, but a) I wasn't given much time and b) right now you are in the hospital."

He looked at her as she spoke about her hate for it all. "What do you want me to do? Give up, I can't give up on this, on you. I want you to badly, I want to be with you. Can you just not make a judgment of how much you hate me yet, and just maybe rest from your shot, let me get you something good to eat. Watch a movie and relax. And damn, I will regret saying this but maybe we shouldn't sleep together for a hot minute, so you don't jump on me about how awful I am about it?"

A few weeks later, Veronica was released from the hospital. She and Matteo had taken his boat to some sort of almost private island. If only because Veronica had agreed to give it a chance, and it had been nice, their time in the hospital together. They had sex, but most of the time, Matteo just laid on the bed beside her, holding her while they watched random television shows. It was actually amazing and Matteo was just, there for her.

Veronica had picked out a somewhat slutty black dress to meet Matteo, who was picking her up for a proper date.

Matteo did love Veronica, he wanted to prove it to her. So they focused on things like spending time together, he wanted to help her any way he could while she was in the hospital. Now that she was better, he decided he was taking her on a date. He had planned something fun and was hoping she would like it. When he knocked on her door, hoping she would answer and let him know what she thought. He wore a black tux it was form-fitting and he enjoyed how it looked on her. He had taken a breath mint and held a bouquet of a dozen roses.

Veronica opened her door and smiled as she took in Matteo's appearance. "Wow, you look amazing. I've never seen you all cleaned up like this." Veronica said softly, smiling up at him. "You'd better promise me our night ends in us having sex on the beach as the sun goes down and the moon comes up." Veronica teased with a wink before smiling at him and moving in, standing on her tip toes even in heels, just to kiss him passionately.

Matteo chuckled and gave her a smile. "Haven't had the chance too, baby girl." He said with a smile before handing her the roses. "These are for you." He listened to her words and laughed again. "I can't promise the beach thing... But I will have sex with you, if that's something you wish." He stated as he run a hand nervously through his hair. He assumed if he screwed this up she would never move past it and he wouldn't win her heart. He was nervous and if it didn't show he felt it deep within.

Veronica laughed as she heard his words. She took the roses before walking back into her room and setting them down in a vase. "You're no fun." Veronica teased at his words. "So beach sex is where you draw a line?" Veronica teased. "So, where are we going?" Veronica asked softly, moving to join him and shut her door. "Or are we staying here, like always?" Veronica asked playfully.

Matteo continued to laugh when she spoke about beach sex. "No, babygirl. No beach sex because I have other plans for us. But if you want badly beach sex I will add it to the roster, though they say, sand gets in weird places." When she spoke he offered his arm. "No, we have plans. Come on, our Ferrari is waiting." He said looking at the red car he had brought back to France for him. If he was still here, because she had home. He was going to make good use of it, before asking her to marry him and come whole to Italy.

Veronica laughed at Matteo's words. "Ferrari's a bit much, don't you think?" Veronica teased playfully as she took his arm. "So, you're really going all in on it." Veronica teased playfully.

Matteo looked at his woman. "Veronica, you are my world, you haven't believed me thus far and you said it was because of my actions, if this proves my love for you then my love, I will give you anything you want." He stated before opening the door for her. "For you?" He asked looking at her carefully.

Veronica couldn't help but smile as she heard Matteo. He was cute, if a little crazy sometimes. "But is this even who you are?" Veronica asked softly. "It seems... so unlike you." Veronica commented, smiling as he heard him. He opened the door for her, and Veronica got in slowly, wondering what was going through Matteo's mind at the moment.

Matteo smiled at her. "Sometimes I am a jackass, I do it to block myself from getting hurt, but I do love you. I just have to change my jackassery then." He said with a nervous laugh. He now worried that she wouldn't like him being nicer to her either. He couldn't win. "Am I doing something wrong as well?" He asked, worried that he wasn't going to ever make her happy. He could treat her good, he knew that.

Veronica couldn't help but smirk as she heard Matteo. "You do realize that being a jerk is never going to make anyone love you?" Veronica pointed out softly. "Being in love with someone means you have to be open to getting hurt. Being mean is exactly what drove me away from you." Veronica explained softly, cuddling in close to him in the car.

"Of course not. It's just weird, you going from the way you were to trying to be like this. I don't know whether or not you're going to stay this way for me. I like you better this way, but I don't know if you're going to keep being like this."

Matteo shook his head. "When you are good all the time, people expect good." He paused as she cuddled close, he ran a hand through her hair. "I don't want anyone to expect anything from me. I am just learning how to make you happy. As the idea of you with some other prick, makes me want to kill all the other men in the world."

He smiled at her, hoping it was enough for her to realize he still was who he was but he wanted to be better, for her.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "Is it so bad for me to want you to be good to me all the time?" Veronica asked. "It shouldn't be so hard for you to want to be good to me all the time, even if I'm the only one you're good to. Love never works if you're not good to the person you claim to love. You have to know that." Veronica pointed out softly.

Matteo shook his head. "You misunderstand, I want to be good for you and only you. I don't want us to fight, say I didn't do the wrong thing?" He asked, his stress was higher than he ever thought before. He didn't want to push her away, not ever. He wanted to cherish and love her, just how she should be loved.

"You're so confusing." Veronica couldn't help but say, looking at Matteo. She cuddled in closer and sighed. "It's okay. You're making an effort, even if it doesn't seem like you. It's just... an adjustment compared to who you spent the month being. It's weird having you like this, like it just doesn't seem like it's who you are because you never tried to be this way with me before. It's like I'm waiting for you to go back to who you were... We'll see how long this lasts for you." Veronica explained softly, moving in to kiss him softly.

"I am a riddle, darling." Matteo said with a small chuckle. His heart was racing, but he hated the idea of losing her to the fucking french man. Then she leaned in to kiss him and he willingly accepted the kiss, he enjoyed every moment of it. He wanted more of it and he knew he didn't want to be the one to take it. He would first take her to dinner like he planned.

He put the key into the ignition and began to drive, looking at her for a moment before looking out the window, waiting to get there. "You look very pretty tonight if I didn't say it already."

Veronica couldn't help but smirk as she heard Matteo. "Hmmm, confusing is more your style." Veronica said softly as he began to drive. There was this air of awkwardness between them, and honestly, Veronica had no idea if it would go away anytime soon. After all, Matteo had shown who he was, he probably couldn't really change or make her happy the way people who loved her did. She wanted to give him the chance, but only time would tell if things would be okay. "Thank you." Veronica finally said, awkwardly staring out the window.

"Riddle, confusing all the very same thing, no? Regardless, I want to make you happy. I am trying. Can we work with that?" Matteo listened to the silence as she stared out the window, thanking him for the compliment when really it was the truth. He wanted to make everything wonderful for her.

But in the end, he didn't know what to do with her? One minute he was trying to be really good and then he wasn't enough. But then when he was who he was, the man, the mob boss, then he was horrible enough, but yet she went to another, who was ruthless in the field.

His heart was constricting, trying to stop the anger that was rolling in his blood. "No problem," he said as calmly as he could.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "I know you are." Veronica said softly. "I'm trying too." Veronica agreed, despite not entirely feeling it. Their first month together had kind of made an impression on her, and she didn't see how things could change between them. Not to mention, despite still sort of loving Matteo, her heart belonged to Marcel at the moment.

"It's just hard for us to have a fresh start. You did technically kidnap me. It wasn't natural, the way we ended up together. We never had moments where I was sure I was the only one you wanted. I never felt like you really wanted me, and I still don't. With you, I don't feel like you're in love with me at all." Veronica explained softly. "I want to, but I haven't felt it yet." Veronica said softly.

With that, Veronica went back to staring out the window. Things felt awkward between them, and Veronica knew that Matteo was mad she had fallen for someone else.

Matteo looked at her for a moment. "I know you don't believe me. Just if you can, trust me with today. If at the end of today you can't see anything happening between us. Then I will weep for the loss of the possibility at a chance with you. Then you can go back to the other gentleman. Please."

The words felt like acid as they fell from his mouth. No part of him wanted her to be with the other gentleman. "Just if you do... be careful please." He loved her and the idea of her getting hurt again was unbearable. As the evening was just upon them he pulled up in front of a large ballroom buffet place.

"I hired someone to serve us, unless you want to grab the food yourself, but it's entirely your choice?" He asked as he pulled over and rushed to open the car door for her, offering her a hand.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "Fine." Veronica said, though she had a feeling this night would be underwhelming and she wouldn't find herself feeling anything for Matteo anymore. At least Matteo wasn't going to hold her hostage again. If tonight went as Veronica figured it would, then she was free to go back to the man she truly loved. "I'll be fine, Matteo. I told you, he only hurt me to hurt you." Veronica insisted, despite the fact that they had argued about it constantly since she'd been back with Matteo.

The car finally stopped at a weird place that seemed like a ballroom, making Veronica raise her eyebrow. Was this was Matteo considered romantic? She was kind of underwhelmed, but took his hand as he opened her door for her. "I'm sure it'll be fine." Veronica said as he mentioned it was her choice in whether to be served or not. For now, she was trying to keep an open mind about this.

Matteo looked at her softly. "I hope you are fine. Always and forever." His heart was racing as she mentioned being fine. Gently he took her hand and lead her through the ballroom space. He continued walking till they were on the balcony. A few couples were on it, taking the staircase down he led her to a gazebo. The cobblestone path was light up by candelabra's and nearby was a string quartet and the instruments playing softly.

Coming to the gazebo a small chandelier hung low and he pulled open a chair for her. "For you." She looked so beautiful but his heart was definitely scared. He hated the fact that he felt like he had to be on eggshells around her. Sitting across from her he smiled. "You don't like it do you?" He asked, part of him getting upset with the fact that he thought she might like his fancy ordeal. Handpicking every song, paying someone to install electricity in the gazebo.

The fact they could dance together if they wanted and the perfect spot close to the water. The trees and bush overlooking the ocean.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. He was so possessive. Everyone knew that, but it was still a lot for Veronica sometimes. She let him take her hand as they walked through the building, wondering what he possibly wanted to do here. So far, it seemed like it was just a generic ballroom place with tons of other people. It wasn't exactly romantic, but then she didn't actually expect any of that from Matteo. It didn't seem like his way. Veronica was pleasantly surprised when they headed towards the beach and ended up in a private gazebo with a chandelier. It was so pretty, and actually kind of romantic.

"No, I like it." Veronica finally said in response, smiling at Matteo who sat down across from her.

Matteo was a little more than stressed, his feelings were all over the place but she seemed surprised by the walk to their own little area. "I am glad you like it." He commented as he sat before her, folding his hands across his lap he looked at her gently. "I picked a bottle of champagne out, but I told them to keep it on hold, cause I didn't know if you wanted that or something stronger." He wanted to make this wonderful, that when he proposed she would take this time to know he really did care, he cared more than she understood.

Veronica nodded as she heard Matteo's comment about the wine. "I'm sure it'll be fine." Veronica finally said. It wouldn't be logical to get something stronger when she had agreed to at least try this with Matteo. Besides, so far, it wasn't too terrible. The music was calming, and the night air was relaxing, which was nice. Not to mention, this was better than any other thing they had done. At least Matteo was trying, even if she wasn't sure why he was. After all, he was just mad she had been with his rival.


A female pony who has a tendency to bob her head to the music, suggesting she might be rhythmically inclined or musically appreciative. She has a mane long enough to hide most of her face when she blushes, hinting at possible shyness or modesty. Her frequent blushing and stammering around Applejack indicate that she's not very confident in expressing her feelings. Despite this, she can be assertive when necessary, as shown by her suggestion to leave the party venue due to the loud music. She also enjoys cider but seems slightly more susceptible to its effects than Applejack, implying either a lower tolerance for alcohol and perhaps less experience with it. Furthermore, Fluttershy's concern about getting home safely suggests responsibility and self-awareness.

Fluttershy stood in one place and bobbed her head to the music. The party had shifted into 'high gear', or so Pinkie Pie had claimed a few minutes ago over her microphone, and Fluttershy was suddenly able to feel the music in her bones. Not that she had an urge to dance and get 'funky', but she could literally feel her skeleton shaking in tune with the music.

She walked away from the colored lights of the dance floor to the refreshment table and poured herself some more cider. Earlier in the evening, she had suspected that Pinkie had spiked the cider due to a peculiar additional flavor that tickled her nose, but now that she was a half dozen glasses into the party, she was quite certain that the cider had been spiked, mostly due to the tingly feeling in her hooves and in her ears.

It didn't stop her from sipping her seventh glass, shaking her flank to the beat as she walked somewhat wobbly over to a table.

Applejack smiled softly, her mane dancing softly on the fat bass drops Vinyl Scratch. She thought about dancing a little but knew she had four left hoofs when it came to that, not to mention she may have sampled a bit of her hard cider throughout the night. Thinking about it, she smiled softly as she started towards the refreshment table, wobbling just slightly as she did.

As she reached the table, she stumbled onto another pony. "Oh golly." She started jumping back quickly, realizing it was Fluttershy. "Oh I am so sorry Fluttershy... I guess I might have had a bit too much of the cider." She said with a soft smile, offering a hoof to the pony to help her up.

Fluttershy was about to sip on the cider when she was suddenly knocked over by another pony. For Fluttershy, this happened more frequently than most would assume. She was halfway through her own generic apology when she heard Applejack's voice. She would have tried to out-apologize the blonde pony, but all previous attempts had ended with Fluttershy being forced to accept the apology rather than give it, so she (with alcohol's help) decided not to try to apologize this time around.

"Oh, it's okay Applejack," she said, taking the help to stand back up. "I've been drinking quite a bit as well. It was only a matter of time until I stumbled myself. You just... assisted." she said, her face flushing a bit.

Applejack smiled and blushed softly, leaning in closer, her face a little red from the alcohol. "Hey... Fluttershy..." She stated getting closer and smiling softly. "You can call me AJ if you want..." She blushed deeper. "And... has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you're blushing?" She asked her own feelings for the pony coming out a bit.

Fluttershy blinked at Applejack and blushed some more, smiling and turning her head so that her mane hid most of her face. "Oh... okay," she said, "AJ," she finished with a giggle. She blushed as Applejack blushed and obscured almost all of her face when the compliment about her cuteness came up, leaving just one eye barely visible so she could maintain eye contact with Applejack.

"Um... n-no, I don't think, um, anyone has s-said that to me before... AJ." Fluttershy stammered out. She felt like the butterflies from her flank had made their way to her stomach and were doing the rhamba within. She felt compelled to compliment Applejack in return, but she was having trouble thinking of what to say. "Y-You have beautiful eyes," she managed to squeak, since her eyes were the sole focus of her own gaze at the moment.

Applejack smiled and blushed hard at the shy pony's comment. "Thank you Fluttershy..." She stated blinking softly. A rather loud burst of music started making her groan, and the cider wasn't helping any. "Hey Fluttershy, mind if we grab some more cider and go upstairs... this music is starting to hurt my ears." AJ asked with a kind smile, still blushing hard.

Fluttershy smiled and said she didn't mind, but another loud chorus drowned out her soft voice. When it quieted down, she raised her voice as best she could and said "I think we'll still hear it upstairs!" She exclaimed, "We should go somewhere else!" She was thinking about offering her place but wasn't sure if Applejack wanted to walk that far. It was closer than Sweet Apple Acres, but it was still a long hike.

Applejack led them out of the blasting party and smiled softly. "Well, how about your place? My house is gonna be full tonight and I think we could both use some quiet time." She said, blushing softly.

Fluttershy was more than happy to follow her friend out of the party. She liked the party, but at some point, it needed to end. She walked with Applejack far enough away so that they could hear each other in more normal voices.

"Oh, of course, we can go to my home," she answered, smiling. She leaned on Applejack a bit after stumbling some. "Um, would you mind helping me make sure I don't fall down? I think I drank a little more than I should have."


A female pony with a soft mane that dances to the rhythm of music, suggesting she might have a light and vibrant color. She's not particularly skilled at dancing, indicating a somewhat clumsy or uncoordinated nature. Despite her apparent lack of grace, she has an approachable and friendly demeanor. She enjoys indulging in hard cider, hinting at an outgoing personality or fondness for social gatherings. Her blushes and soft smiles suggest shyness or modesty when it comes to expressing personal feelings. The fact that she boldly kissed Fluttershy on the cheek implies she is capable of making assertive moves when comfortable or under influence.

Fluttershy was more than happy to follow her friend out of the party. She liked the party, but at some point, it needed to end. She walked with Applejack far enough away so that they could hear each other in more normal voices.

"Oh, of course, we can go to my home," she answered, smiling. She leaned on Applejack a bit after stumbling some. "Um, would you mind helping me make sure I don't fall down? I think I drank a little more than I should have."

Applejack smiled softly and nodded gently, a soft blush on her face as she got close to the cute pony. "I think I could manage that..." She stated with a soft smile, kissing Fluttershy's cheek softly, blushing hard.


A graceful, lithe mare who stands out for her exceptional body control and gorgeous figure. She has a penchant for wearing tight clothing, particularly shorts which she prefers without underwear. Her appearance is enhanced by her adeptness at applying makeup. She has a prosthetic hoof, which sometimes causes her frustration but doesn't hinder her overall charm and attractiveness. Personality-wise, Dusty is optimistic, persuasive, and somewhat flirtatious. She's known for being supportive of her friends while also displaying an adventurous streak when it comes exploring sexuality or confronting taboos. Despite being French (as suggested by her frequent use of French phrases), she fits in well within different social settings due largely in part because of her outgoing nature and appealing personality.

"Rainy? Dear? Are you coming out of there soon? Bonté divine, you've been in there so long, we might arrive late..." Dusty paced back and forth in her bedroom, occasionally knocking on the door to her bathroom, trying to get her friend's attention. This was the first time in weeks she had been able to convince her to try something out, and finally, she had good reason to follow up. Crooked Defense, the head defense-colt of their high school's soccer team, was (according to rumors) still looking for a date to the up-and-coming Spring Fling, and Dusty could see in her friend's eyes, although they were weary and tired from her unique little... problem, she could see a fire in those eyes when she looked at him. That strong physique, gorgeous green eyes, and his sense of humor... what a perfect match. So, with a little persuasion, Dusty was able to get her friend to join up for the cheerleading team in time for the next big game.

Dusty fit right in, being such a graceful, lithe mare with exceptional body control, ironic as that was, and the team loved having her around for her optimistic attitude, and her gorgeous figure. It barely took any convincing to get them to let Rainy onto the team, as she was almost a match cut for Dusty's good looks, and she could pull her weight around the team easily. Dusty was already wearing the uniform, a cute little number that hugged her figure generously, with a nice view of her navel, and much to the pegasus' liking, underwear under the already tight shorts was optional. "Come on out of there now, mon cherie, we need to get your makeup done if you're going to ask out monsieur Defense..."

Rainy cracked the door open and poked her muzzle out. It stood there for a second before she retreated it back in. "Smells of... cinnamon," she said. "That gives me an... point three percent reduced chance. That in all leads up to a... eighteen percent of tentacles, if my assumption about the embarrassment factor is correct." She sighed. "I don't like those odds... but..."

She looked up from her graph and thought about Crooked Defense. He was just... SO CUTE. Smart and funny and handsome, and always really, really nice. Was the odds of getting publicly humiliated worth it? She could be getting railed by tentacles and that wasn't an appealing thought, no matter how Dusty wanted her to think. But on the other hand, she couldn't spend the rest of her life in her bed rooms. Even if her parents were very supportive.

With a sigh, she cracked the door and popped out, wiggling her hips as she felt the shorts clinging to them. "These are going to have such panty lines," she mumbled. "And I'm getting a wedgie... maybe this isn't such a good idea." This wasn't her first reservation of the evening. Understandably, she had been flip-flopping the whole day about whether or not it was worth it to go to the game. Or school. Ever again. Even if the dance moves were fun and she was pretty good at them, tentacles could strike at any time.

Trying to calm her friend down, finding her eccentric attitude a little funny, if not just because she didn't want to find them disturbing, Dusty hugged her friend tightly, her wings also curling around her. "Putain de fille, you look magnificent! Don't tell me you want to attract every player on the team at once, looking like that... although that wouldn't be so bad." She nudged her friend in the ribs, giggling a little. "You're going to do great out there, darling! Remember how impressed the coach was when you leapt from the top of the pyramid, and performed a perfect one-hundred-eighty before landing? You were the happiest I'd seen you in weeks!"

Trotting around the backside of her friend, she ran a hoof over her back, smoothing out some loose fur, and sneaking in a little bit of a plot grope, although she wouldn't notice. "Mm, you might want to go without those... if you like, of course. My choice, that's how plenty of mares go where I'm from, even when clothed, so I usually go without. It is your choice though, sweetheart." Trotting past the light blue filly, Dusty ushered her back into the bathroom, cracking open her makeup kits. "Oh, you're going to break many a heart out there tonight, Rainy. Now, come on here..." She gestured closer to herself, holding up a makeup brush in her prosthetic hoof, something she had begun to get very used to doing.

In spite of her growing paranoia, Rainy couldn't keep the smile off of her face as Dusty hugged her. The mare was just so cute and so excitable. That said, the entire team at once? No mare was that thirsty... except maybe Dusty Feathers. "I know the panties aren't 'fashion compatible' per se... but I feel like everyone can just perfectly see my marebox without the things on." She shuddered at the image, although she had the funniest feeling like Dusty would drool at the thought. She was presumably going without herself, after all.

She stepped forward and dutifully let herself get dusted off, grimacing the whole time. She had explained to Dusty that the humidity meant that make-up wasn't going to stay in one place but apparently the "bimbo" look was in. Like she wanted to go for any other look, ever. At least she had slowly agreed to give Rainy a more conservative palette of make-up. She had looked kind of hot with the 'painted on' look.

"So... I'm going after Crooked." She said. "Uh. Who are you aiming? Do you need me to wingmare at all, help you out a bit?" Dusty did a lot for her, she wasn't ever quite sure that she was doing enough back, overlooking spats of masturbation at her misfortune aside. The foreign mare did seem to enjoy it, however.

Dusty shook her head a little, before hmm-ing and huh-ing for a moment, and then nodding a bit. "I don't know, isn't Lightning Blitz seeing somepony? No, wait, they broke up. Maybe I'll try to rope him into something, he's a charmer." Carefully applying the last of the makeup, being absolutely sure it looked right, and not just all caked-on, Dusty stepped back. Wouldn't look good with a lot of the sweat pouring down her face. "Éclat! You are going to sweep him right off his hooves, dear." She stepped past the slightly shorter mare, patting her on the butt as she walked by.

"Now, get your bag, if you would. I need to get myself looking nice, after all..." Starting to apply the makeup, Rainy couldn't help notice that as she bent over the sink to see into the mirror, the tightness of her shorts became really noticeable. Rainy suspected that she might have ordered them a size too small, as she was indeed a fan of wearing tight clothing. But... And maybe it was just the lighting, but Rainy could see a clear outline of her marehood under there. The thought rolled across Rainy's mind, that it was a small miracle this mare was somehow a virgin. A fact that the nympho little foreign filly lamented at times, and celebrated at others. Not that she hadn't done other things, but... that was neither here nor there.

All of a sudden, Rainy felt this sudden wave of impending... good. Like something really, really good was going to happen today. It certainly wasn't the sight of Dusty's marehood through a thin veil of cloth, although that wasn't a bad sight by any degree. No, Rainy just suddenly had this sensation like she was going to conquer the world if she tried her best out there. And she intended to.

She smiled as she felt the surge of confidence and joy starting to roll over her. "Maybe..." She said. "Maybe today won't be awful," she said. She wondered if the fact that she was staring directly at Dusty's snatch had anything to do with it but decided to shelve the umpteenth internal discussion about her sexuality for another day. Or maybe never. "Yeah... I'm gonna make him take me to the dance, no question!" She smiled. "And you... we'll finally get you laid! Actually, I'm surprised we haven't managed it yet." When one thought of 'difficult' it was rare that the suggested problem was 'getting a filly laid'. Most stallions were fairly eager to get their hands on something, especially something as nice as Dusty.

The tentacles were part of the problem. They seemed to be dedicated to redirecting all sexual tension towards Rainy, and never in a particularly gentle way. Maybe it was just Rainy's ever increasing paranoia, but they seemed to have cropped up right as Dusty was about to make it more than just one time... Oh! That reminded her. "We need to stop to grab some food," she said. "If I'm going out, I'm not doing it without getting spicy food." Her good luck charm. The tentacles had never attacked her when she had a spicy sandwich. "Yesssssss my plan will be complete." She said, giving out an evil chuckle as she grabbed her bag and returned to Dusty. "Uh... do you want help with your make-up?"

Nodding, she fluttered her eyelids, leaning towards her friend. "Aucun doute là dessus, I cannot for the life of me get my eyelids done without worrying I'm going to, how you say... Détruire mon oeil? Yes, jam something into my skull. I hate this stupid hoof sometimes..." She mashed her hoof into the counter without even really intending to, that metal proxy for a limb being the one biggest source of the poor filly's insecurity. Forking over the tool, she sat down on her rump, sitting as still as she could. "You're a very good friend to me, Rainy. I only hope that I can be as good of one as I can to you as well." She smiled sweetly, making a kissy face, although it was most likely just to show off her lipstick.

After fixing her eyelashes up, the two mares began their flight towards the school soccer field, with Dusty planning out a route past the sandwich shoppe en route. She knew for a fact there was that one sleepover where Rainy had gotten hit with her curse when she had eaten her good-luck charm of a sandwich, but she didn't dare mention it. It gave her friend a little hope in her crappy situation... crappy for her. Dusty still hadn't even gotten a courtesy slap from one of the tendrils, no matter how often she tried to pry them off her friend. Any colts in the vicinity were usually swiped at, but never her. Never any mares, when she thought of it. "Coupes fraîches is just a little farther, Rainy. You'll be having your usual Desert Salad Sandwich, non? I can't imagine how you stomach so many peppers, but what do I know..."

"It's not a meal unless you're crying," Rainy said with a tone of humor. She quickly hustled in and procured the sandwich and stepped out, having called ahead to have it ready, she started flying again while she bit into the sandwich. "But I got it a little bit milder so I won't ruin your make-up. Still enough to make you cry, though," she teased, considering Dusty thought that Dijon mustard was too spicy.

The two of them flew towards the field and even as she ate her sandwich, Rainy was on high alert. They touched down at the soccer field, with its manicure green lawn expertly kept and its stadium slowly filling before the game began. "Alright... so, uh, If the tentacles do come, make sure Crooked Defense doesn't see me..." She said. If she was going to get him to go to prom, she would need to make sure he didn't know about her issue. What stallion would want a mare who got raped by tentacles as a matter of course? All day, every day... He would probably be disgusted. It was a miracle they had kept the school in general from knowing about it, Dusty getting everyone to swear to silence through arcane means Rainy didn't fully understand.

Trotting up to the rest of the flight team, Dusty smiling and waving at a few of the colts and fillies filling up the stands, she let out a small gasp, pulling Rainy over by the collar. "Mon Cherie! Regardez là-bas, il est là! Crooked Defense!" Just as she insinuated with her trademark gratuitous french, there indeed was the strapping colt, doing that juggling thing with the ball. As he headbutted the ball to a teammate, he flared out his wings, and threw his short mane over his shoulder, looking absolutely great. Clad in loose sweatpants and the team's soccer jacket, Rainy couldn't help but stare a little bit. And, after a moment of doing so, and a sudden sharp pain in the shoulder, knocking Rainy onto her rump, she was shaken back to reality.

Looking at what had hit her, she found it unsurprising that it was a soccer ball, directed at her by a player who thought she was coherent. Crooked Defense came trotting over quickly, looking down at the toppled cheerleader. "You alright there? You took that hit like a champ, good on ya." He smiled his goofy, crooked smile down at her, extending a hoof to help her up. "Oughta work on that spacial awareness. Pretty mare like you needs to look out for what's comin' at her in life. Unless you need some help with that." He puffed out his chest a little, always being the showoff. The tan pegasus colt was a bit of a lech, and he had a bit of a condescending tone, but it was clear he was just trying to be friendly, and it wasn't out of a place of malice at all.


A young mare who shares a similar level of attractiveness as her friend Dusty. She has a well-formed figure and is described as almost being a match cut for Dusty's good looks. However, she is more reserved in terms of clothing choices, showing concern over visible panty lines and feeling self-conscious without underwear. This shows she is somewhat shy or modest. Despite this, she displays courage when faced against her unique problem involving tentacles. Her personality appears analytical, given her tendency towards calculating odds and making logical assumptions about situations. Even though she struggles from an unusual affliction, Rainy maintains a sense of humor and tries not let it hinder her pursuit of normal teenage experiences like cheerleading or dating.

"It's not a meal unless you're crying," Rainy said with a tone of humor. She quickly hustled in and procured the sandwich and stepped out, having called ahead to have it ready, she started flying again while she bit into the sandwich. "But I got it a little bit milder so I won't ruin your make-up. Still enough to make you cry, though," she teased, considering Dusty thought that Dijon mustard was too spicy.

The two of them flew towards the field and even as she ate her sandwich, Rainy was on high alert. They touched down at the soccer field, with its manicure green lawn expertly kept and its stadium slowly filling before the game began. "Alright... so, uh, If the tentacles do come, make sure Crooked Defense doesn't see me..." She said. If she was going to get him to go to prom, she would need to make sure he didn't know about her issue. What stallion would want a mare who got raped by tentacles as a matter of course? All day, every day... He would probably be disgusted. It was a miracle they had kept the school in general from knowing about it, Dusty getting everyone to swear to silence through arcane means Rainy didn't fully understand.