Neptune

Location: Sapphire Mantle Hotel and Spa (Luxury Hotel); Early morning Kaylaen was impressed at how easily Sophia was able to command the room. She had the other men in absolute thrall of her. He had no doubt that she could do the same to him if she really wanted to, although he wouldn’t be as easy to manipulate as these poor saps. But even so, he could tell when someone was in absolute control of a situation and Sophia had it. While he had experience leading, and taking charge, he still respected a chain of authority. Thus, if she told him to jump, he would be a few feet in the air before he asked her which direction he should jump. He watched in amusement as Sophia did as the officer had asked, without giving him what he wanted. He saw a flash of dark amusement in the officers eyes, and immediately sensed that this could be a ‘dirty’ cop. That could end up a few ways. Either he would force Sophia to give him what he wanted, or he would offer her a deal. Give him what he wanted, and he would be an inside ear for her, a dirty cop that would do favours for her. He certainly hoped it was the latter. Such a connection for someone like Sophia would be valuable. The owner seemed to have missed the silent exchange between Sophia and Benjamin. He seemed hopelessly enthralled by her, and Kaylaen doubted that the man would ever see what Sophia was doing to him. The owner seemed to fidget, straightening out his cuffs causing Kaylaen to catch a glimpse of a gold ring in his finger. He almost scoffed at that, but he chose to remain as silent as possible to allow Sophia to remain in command, like a Queen ruling over her subjects. He had never thought his morning would take this direction, and he found it easier to ignore his headache in favour of watching this private show going on. The owner fidgeted more as he said, “I… I don’t think so, dear… I mean, as an apology for letting a criminal pretend to work here and offer you a room that wasn’t available… I was going to offer you a free taxi to wherever you needed to be. So that you could get home...” Kaylaen knew that would be very useful, letting them get back to his place, although it seemed that Sophia wasn’t quite ready to leave as she seemed to be having fun with her new toys. The other officer soon returned, with a thick woolen blanket that was a light sandy colour. He unfolded as he approached Sophia but instead of letting her put it on herself, he threw it over her shoulders before tucking it around her front, “There you go.” He told her gently before he stepped back and asked, “Are you alright?” It seemed as if the three men had completely forgotten about Kaylaen, having been so focused on Sophia. Originally, Kaylaen had been intending on keeping the attention on himself, since Sophia had been so scared. But it seemed she no longer needed that and it seemed she was getting more out of this than she thought.

Rowan was pleased when instead of fighting back against him, he felt her tongue surrendering to him. Playing along, but never trying to push back against him, allowing him to completely dominate the kiss. He absolutely loved every moment of her submission. It made him ache for her even more, and his cock throbbed even harder than before. He needed to bury his cock inside of her, and soon, before he went insane. Her clothes and submissive nature were driving him wild and it was only through sheer force of will that he didn’t just rip those clothes from her beautiful body before he fucked her senseless against every surface of the bedroom. He pulled away from the kiss, moving his mouth towards her neck as a low growl escaped him. He then sank his teeth into her neck, his fangs sinking into her pale flesh and drawing blood. Immediately, he began to hungrily suck up her life force as if it was the most delicious substance on earth. He had not even started fucking her, and yet his instincts were driving him to bond with her, to claim her as his mate. Thankfully, she was so light that he was able to hold her with one hand. The hand that he had freed moved down, tugging open his trousers and clumsily pulling his cock from its confines so that the flesh was now pressing against her damp panties. He pulled away from the bite with another growl, this time more annoyed that there was still a barrier between him and his treasure. His free hand moved back to her arse, squeezing it possessively for a moment before his fingers inched forwards towards her crotch. He tugged at her underwear, pulling it aside until her pussy was exposed. Without wasting any more time, he lined his cock up to her pussy before sliding his smooth cock into her body. His golden eyes closed for a moment as a low, manly groan escaped him as her tight pussy slowly engulfed him. It was still as tight as when he felt had sex with her in the forest. Not to mention hot. Her body was unbelievably hot, and oh so enticing. His hand returned to her arse, so that both hands could work together at pulling her arse cheeks open, which also forced her pussy lips so spread further to ease the entrance of his cock which pushed into her inch by inch, “Fuck…” Rowan groaned, pushing her harder against the wall as he filled her body in a way that he had been aching to do for hours. He had been gentle on her the first time, and limited the time he had fucking her. But he didn’t think he could stop himself this time.

Rose flinched again when Anhara spoke, unable to stop a small hiccup from escaping her as the tears continued to fall against her will. She didn’t want to show such weakness towards the other girl, and yet her body was betraying her. She wanted to curl up even further, but the body above her was far too close for comfort prevented her from doing so. She felt frozen, unable to decide what to do or say. She was so scared of angering the other girl and causing her to lash out because it seemed that the smallest of things set her off. Rose had never felt this vulnerable or scared in her life, and inside she was praying non-stop to God, praying that he would save her from these monsters and asking why he saw fit to let this happen to her. Her heart thudded in her chest when she heard heavy footsteps from outside of the room. Her muscles seemed to quiver as she trembled in fear. When Anhara giggled that ‘Daddy’s coming’, Rose let out a whimper, her wide, tear-filled eyes staring in trepidation at the door to the bedroom. She silently prayed that the man wouldn’t as Anahra kept singing on about. She cringed when Anhara once again made the blunt assertion that she was going to be raped. Rose wished she was brave enough to shout and scream at the girl. Her virginity only belonged to the person that would capture her heart. It was her final gift to the man that married her. It was the complete and utter surrender of her body to the man that was to become the father of her children, the ultimate expression of her love for someone. The last thing she wanted was to let some disgusting old pervert to rip it from her by force. As the door opened, she flinched back from the angry face that appeared, staring down at the two on the bed. She had never seen anyone so angry before, and the sight almost made her wet herself. Whimpering, she shifted the doll in an instinctive move to try and hide her face from the two. The tears only increased their flowing, and she couldn’t stop the slight sniffle from escaping her as she clung onto the doll as if it could save her from whatever was about to come. Her breathing was now rapid and uneven, making her head feel light but she couldn’t stop the panic that was taking hold of her. Her blood surged through her veins as her heart beat rapidly in response to her fear, driving adrenaline through her and preparing her to fight or flight. But she knew, deep down, that neither option would end well for her. She was well and truly trapped, and completely open to the whim of these monsters.

Location: Sapphire Mantle Hotel and Spa (Luxury Hotel); Early morning Kaylaen almost fell off of the bed in surprise when she turned her head and looked at him, winking. It became very obvious that she was playing with the officers. She had turned from the really shy, too-scared-of-the-police to the same seductress from the night before. It was as if some switch had been flipped and she had turned into a completely different person. Not that he minded, in fact, he found it pretty hot and it was rather entertaining to see her wrap these older men and neatly place them into the palm of her hand. He watched in amazement as she turned back around and continued to give the innocent act. When she stood up, offering to the owner her services to pay the room off, he seemed to twitch a little and he seemed to struggle to clear his throat. Kaylaen noticed that the man's bulge drew even more and he couldn’t help but to be in awe of Sophia’s ability to play them. He continued to watch as three pairs of eyes seemed drawn to her as she bent over, teasingly keeping her most salient features from view, while stringing them on with the subtle promise of more. The owner took the piece of paper from him, before coughing a little more and stuttering a little, “T-there's no need to… to pay the room off, dear… but… I don’t… I don’t see why I can’t offer you a job.” He said, unable to tear her eyes off of her cleavage. The lust he felt for her was quite obvious in his gaze that seemed absolutely glued to her. She then turned her charm onto the officer sat at the table with the tablet. He was wrapping it back up within its protective sleeve, about to put the thin device away. His attention was drawn when she spoke, her words so quiet that Kaylaen almost missed them. He had to control himself, to avoid grinning like an idiot. It was very obvious to him what she was doing, but the other three men in the room seemed oblivious to what she was doing. The officer smiled at her, “Of course. I’ll go get one for you.” He stood up, slipping the tablet away, before resting a hand on her shoulder, his fingers brushing against her soft skin, “Just sit back with your friend. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He smiled down at her, although he paused before leaving the hotel room, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. The door snapped very gently behind him as he left, his partner remaining where he stood where, if Sophia were to sit down, he would have a perfect view up her towel if she allowed him to. He gave Sophia a small smile, “It will take him a few minutes, so best just sit down while you wait for him.” He said, clearly wanting to see something. Location: Thorndown University Campus Evelyn could tell that her speaking on the unsavoury hygiene habits of her roomates made him as uncomfortable as it did her, and she found herself secretly pleased that they shared something in common. A phobia of allowing for a messy kitchen. To her, it was rather simple. The kitchen was a place where food was prepared. While she wasn’t the kind to wipe every surface down with disinfectant everyday, she felt that there should be at least some level of cleanliness maintained. The sides should be wiped down regularly, the floor swept daily and washed weekly. Dishes and things used for cooking should be cleaned as soon as possible. Not only to prevent the clinging food from turning nasty, but to also make it easier upon oneself as caked on filth was harder to clean, as several of her roommates found out frequently, but never learned from. When he spoke about his view regarding independence, she nodded her head in agreement, pleased that there was something else that they had in common. Evelyn was liking this man more and more. She rested her elbow on the table, while her chin rested on the palm of her hand as she watched him speak. She became even more interested when he suddenly switched onto the subject of his eyes, something that she wanted to ask about but didn’t as she didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable. And yet here he was, bringing it up on his own. She leaned forwards a little, her blue eyes intent on him as he spoke about the troubles he faced with only one eye. It was something she could only imagine, and it made her feel as if she sometimes took having two eyes for granted. She winced when he explained what had happened. It was not the nicest way to lose an eye, and it no doubt was a long and painful road to adapting to living without it. She doubted that she would adapt, at least not fully. Her love and hobby required hand-eye coordination, and it was something she wasn’t sure she would ever want to give up. She pulled her chin away from her hand as she, unthinkingly, reached forwards and rested her hand on his arm and squeezed it a little before pulling away, “I’m sorry that happened.” She said, and it was all she was going to say on the matter. After all, she doubted that he was someone trying to fish for sympathy from her. He had managed to adapt to living without his eye, and had learned crucial life lessons from it. Crucial enough that he was able to forge a new life for himself. If anything, she found it impressive. She then smiled slightly at him as she tilted her head, “I suppose one bright side, is that because you took the route of a lawyer, it allowed you to move here and to let me meet you.” She then gave him a cheeky grin, wanting to lift his spirits a little, as he seemed a little down when he was talking about his eye. She was also subtly letting him know how much she was enjoying their conversation.

Rowan was broken out of his reverie when Natia suddenly twirled around, breaking their physical contact. He blinked his golden eyes as he watched her move around, showing off the sexy outfit from all angles. He swallowed, finding that his mouth was suddenly very dry. He couldn’t believe how different she looked. Like an innocent little seductress, and he felt honoured to be able to see this. He made no resistance when she took his hand and spun herself back into his arms, pressing her arse against the bulge in his trousers. He shuddered at the sensation, feeling the rough cloth of his trousers being rubbed against him. He shuddered again at her words, as she seemed to know just how to tease him. Oh, she was going to get fucked hard. While he wasn’t a jealous man, he wanted to fuck her so hard that she would always come crawling back to him no matter how many partners she ended up having. His other hand came to rest on the other side of her hips, his fingers digging into her as he pulled her back as he pressed his hips forwards, pressing his cock harder against her, and pleasuring herself using her supple arse. He closed his eyes for a few moments, enjoying the sensation, before he decided that he wanted more. His hands left her hips, before he spun her around and pressed her back against the wall in one fluid movement. He looked down at her, his golden eyes darkened with lust, “You… little tease.” He growled softly. He reached up, running his fingers gently across the soft skin of her throat. Rowan’s face then came closer before his lips pressed against her for a lustful, but passionate kiss. He made no hesitation in pushing his tongue into her mouth, tasting as much of her sweetness as he could, kissing her like a man starved of oxygen. While she was distracted with the kiss, his hands moved down, gripping her slim white thighs before suddenly pulling her up against the wall, allowing him to straighten. He spread her legs, pressing himself between them. His hard cock, still hidden within the confines of his trousers, pressed against her hidden womanhood. He ground the hard flesh against her even as he pressed his body against her, pinning her against the wall as his hands moved to cup her arse, letting her subtle know that he wasn’t going to drop her. He continued to kiss her, finding that he was unable to pull himself away. His cock twitched against her clothed womanhood, letting her know exactly what was going to happen to her.

“‘Kay.” Rose almost breathlessly said when Anhara told her that while she was polite, she had still made a demand. Her body was still tense, expecting some kind of retribution from the unpredictable girl. She just wished the ground would just swallow her hole, and trap her there. Anything to get away from Anhara. She flinched a little when Anhara asked how she should be punished. Her breath caught in her throat as fear clawed at her. Her eyes went wide when the dildo was moved closer to her, and she cringed back, scooting back into the bed in her attempts to get away from it. Just having that thing near her, especially with what Anhara had just been doing, made her skin crawl and her stomach twist in disgust. She flinched back even further when Anhara held it inches away from her own clit. Rose decided to turn her face so that she didn’t have to watch. She remained silent, not responded to the girls questions. But that turned out to be a mistake as she soon found herself pinned against the head of the bed, with Anhara hovering over her. Rose let out a soft whimper as she felt Anhara’s face coming so close to hers that she could feel the other girls breath on her face. As Anhara spoke, Rose’s eyes widened and she trembled beneath Anhara. She had never heard such words in her life, and certainly not put in such a manner. Her wide eyes were filled with fear that made her freeze, clutching the doll as if hanging onto it for dear life. She wanted to scream, but found the sound unable to escape her throat that was clenched tight. When asked if she was ready, she shook her head. Her stomach twisted to the point where she felt sick but she viciously clamped down on that need, to prevent her from vomiting all over Anhara. Unbidden, tears leaked from the corners of her eyes to trail down her cheeks. She really would have prefered for Anhara to have just killed her, than this.

I'm definitely game for him to use her, if you are. It would make it easier for him to manipulate her into helping him get easier access to debt riddled college girls.

Location: On Northern side of the central Mountain range. Dezrin was unruffled by her cold tone. If anything, he was very pleased that she was able to actually speak and think coherently enough to do so. He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by a brilliant flash, quickly followed by a loud rumble of thunder. The rain was beginning to come down harder, making it hard to see more than a few metres in front of them. The wind began to howl, causing the trees to rustle and sway. Dezrin frowned a little, not liking how quickly the storm was getting fierce. It made him wonder how bad it was. While his fathers and brothers absolutely loved flying in storms, as it was a good way to build stamina and to learn to fly in dangerous environments, it was not something that Dezrin often did. He was also uncomfortable with the fact that they were surrounded by trees, but unfortunately, there was no safe place where they could rest. The mountain range was several days on foot, and he sincerely doubted that Cassandra would want to fly in this weather, and he couldn’t didn’t want to risk her health by doing so. He looked back down at her, feeling his purple hair clinging to the sides of his face and neck, speaking in her language, “Honestly? Right now I want to get out of this storm. But if you mean what I want from you… nothing. You don’t owe me anything, and nor am I going to take anything from you. No one sent me. My presence here is… complicated, and I will explain that to you later. Now isn’t the time. And no one is paying me anything.” He looked at her, catching her gaze and holding it so that she could see the no doubt foreign emotion of honesty in his dark green eyes, “I need you to listen to me. I mean you no harm. I do not need anything from you, and I am not here on the behest of anyone. I know you’re very confused right now, and rightfully so. But right now is not the time for proper explanations. We need to get out of this storm, because it’s only going to get worse. I want to head deeper into the forest, and hopefully come across something that we can hide in and wait out the storm. We can talk while we’re waiting out the storm and I promise to answer any question that you put to me, okay?” He didn’t blink for the entire time, instead allowing his translucent inner lids to protect his eyes from not only the rain but from drying out.”

You're not misinterpreting it, no. That's exactly what I mean ^^

As Izanagi detailed out about how he had been taught how to wield a blade, Daedrin sat silently as he ate the meat of the rabbit straight from the bone, tearing off as much of it as he could. He nodded his head slightly in approval when Izanagi said that he had improved upon the techniques that his own father had taught him to better suit the capabilities that he had. Daedrin himself had adapted some of his father’s lessons to better suit himself and his own personal style. Thus far he had yet to come up with something that would allow him to beat the man himself. He raised an eyebrow, pausing in his eating when Izanagi stated the reason why he spoke his attacks out loud. He supposed that somewhat explained it, but honestly Daedrin didn’t quite understand. But then Izanagi didn’t have the benefit of an Eldyrannth brain, which processed information at a much faster rate, which helped towards his quicker reaction times. Not only that, but when wielding magic, all he needed to do was think what he wanted and it happened. The speed of thought was far superior than that of speech which, to him, seemed rather clumsy. It was something he had noticed with other people, especially magic users. Perhaps speaking the spells or incantations out loud helped them better focus, so that their thoughts didn’t lead them astray. Daedrin had finished his bite when Izanagi said that maybe he might meet Daedrin’s master. Daedrin smiled at Izanagi as he flicked the now empty sticks onto the fire, “Maybe you might meet him one day. But I will warn you; my father is not one to be trifled with. If you spar with him, expect to lose. Even if you used all your fancy powers, he’s pretty unbeatable. And if you wanted him to teach you some things, then you’re going to have to prove that you’re a worthy enough student.” He then paused as he looked at the fire thoughtfully before he went on to say, “He has spent his entire life in the pursuit of the protection of his people. He has done things that would rip the sanity away from a normal person. He has fought in wars that have lasted longer than you’ve ever lived. Possibly longer than even Odium has lived. He is a Doctor, though. He dedicates his life to healing people, to saving their lives. But very often it involves picking up a weapon to do so. Most people wouldn’t understand the contradiction, but then they don’t really understand my father.” He then stopped and shrugged, as if he had said a little more than he intended. He then coughed and said, “Why don’t you go to bed? I’ll take the first watch.” He then looked at the fire, silently indicating that he was no longer interested in talking. He decided to leave the fire alone, as the chances of them being attacked by something were much slimmer than when they were deeper within the forest. He waited until Izanagi had gone to bed, and his breathing indicated that he was fast asleep. He then stood up and moved around the fire, looking out into the dark forest before he turned his head and looked towards Hermitage. It was still too far for him to see, but he stared nonetheless. He spent the hours almost restlessly moving around, his footsteps as silent as smoke to avoid waking his friend up. Finally, when he judged that it was time, he moved over to Izanagi and gently shook him awake, “Time for your watch.” He said silently before moving over to his sleeping bag and getting inside, turning his back to the fire so that it would benefit from the heat radiating from the flames. He willed himself to sleep, and it wasn’t long before he was deeply asleep. [[Moved back to main thread]]

@Rucio Okay, sleep wasn't a thing for me today. I had a couple of thoughts, though, if you were interested in Lydia. About his potential motivation for targeting her. Compared to most of the teachers, she's pretty young and pretty new (as she's only been on the job for a year or so if I remember correctly). Because she's a teacher, she would have access to not only hundreds of students, but information regarding said students. He might want her to draw students in, and maybe look up records of students to see which ones would make the perfect targets. Does that make sense? I hope it does xD

Really, it would be easy to manipulate her into doing what he wants considering her rather naive nature. I certainly don't mind having her corrupted into obedience to do with as he pleased. Although right now, I am going to go to bed. I'm exhausted and falling asleep at the keyboard ^^;

I'll link you to her profile. She's been hidden for a little while since I have had no idea what to do with her. Originally, she was involved in RP with someone else, but they just up and left so it left her in limbo.

I should also add that Aura is the master of understatement there. Crippling is putting it lightly lol

Unfortunately, my only university student is occupied and not really in a position for what you're after. The only other character I have tied to the university is a teacher, still paying off her student loan debt from when she was at university. But, she's not a student and might be too old for what you're looking for (27).

Daedrin side stepped away from the fire, allowing them to get into a space where they could move without worrying about stepping into the fire and ruining their food. He pulled his sword from its sheath, the bright blade making a hissing sound as it was drawn. Daedrin took a rather simple stance. His right foot was slightly ahead of him, while his left foot was a little back, angled out so that he could move quickly. His arms were angled down, but they were relaxed as they gripped the handle of his sword, which was pointed upwards and towards his target. He noticed that Izanagi was holding his sword in one hand, while the other was holding his sheath. Not a style that Daedrin personally liked. While he was holding his sword with two hands right now, he could easily wield it one-handed. He liked having a hand free, allowing him to use his hand to grab or even strike out as swordsmanship often involved brawling. His father had once told him to ignore all the flashy swordsmanship shown in movies and games, since it had little effectiveness. He told Daedrin that a flashy style looked impressive, but all it did was hide the lack of skill. His blood red eyes were completely focused on Izanagi, not moving a muscle until the man suddenly dashed towards him. Stepping back with his right foot, Daedrin allowed the man to close the gap before moving his sword to stop Izanagi’s and cause it to bounce back before blocking another quick attack. He noticed very quickly that Izanagi seemed to favour a rather sweeping style with quick, powerful attacks that would completely overwhelm a slower opponent. But Daedrin's sharp vision and reflexes allowed him to keep up with the insane speed. He moved his blade with each strike, causing the ring of the clashing metal to echo around the clearing. Both Daegrin and Lucky were watching with widened eyes as if they couldn’t quite believe what they were seeing. Daedrin used his quick reflexes to strike back against Izanagi, employing one of his favourite tactics. He would block Izanagi’s sword, stopping it within inches of his face. He would then reach up with a hand, wrapping his fingers around it in such a way that the edges would not dig into it. His grip was hard and unyielding, preventing Izanagi from yanking it from him. He would then strike out with his own blade only to be met with the sheath of Izanagi’s sword, where upon he would let go of the other man’s sword. He did this several times, before feigning Izanagi. It started much the same way, with the blocked strike which he grabbed. He then struck forwards with the blade but as Izanagi was reaching up with the sheath, his blade suddenly darted to the side but he only managed to get a scratch along the other man’s cheek. At Izanagi’s comment, Daedrin smirked back at him, pleased that he had managed to get first blood. It had been a long time since he had fought someone with this level of skill, and his blood surged through his veins as he could almost taste the blood upon his lips. This only fuelled his movements, allowing him to move even quicker and to hit even harder. He then noticed a slight shift in Izanagi’s style, indicating that he realised he wasn’t going to get anywhere with his first style, where he utilised the tip of his blade in an attempt to pierce at him. It also made it harder for him to be able to grab onto the sword to prevent further attacks, or to allow him to take advantage of the opening it presented. This forced Daedrin to have to concentrate even harder as Izanagi seemed to randomise his attacks in an attempt to become less predictable. Of course, one of Daedrin’s sparring partners was the master of the unpredictable, so he paid closer attention to the movements of Izanagi’s arms and body, rather than the blade. He could see the slight shift into the direction where the blade was going to move to, allowing him to react with his own blade to knock Izanagi’s aside. It didn’t always work, though, as Izanagi was able to slice a scratch along the back of his hand. An injury that could have been prevented if he had been wearing the proper gloves. The desire to best his opponent spurred him on, causing time to almost fly by as they exchanged blow after blow that would set his ears ringing for the rest of the night. It seemed that neither of them were going to be able to get the upper hand. But it came to a sudden stop within a moment. Daedrin had lashed out with his sword, wanting to do a feint attack. But as he twisted his blade, causing it to slide down the sheath towards Izanagi’s neck, he realised that he had left himself open to an attack. This caused them both to freeze, each with a deadly blade at their necks. Daedrin could see that his opponent was trying to recover his breath. Daedrin himself was barely winded, and his breathing was as calm as ever despite the intense duel. The moment Izanagi began to chuckle, Daedrin relaxed a little and he pulled back. He lowered his blade before he slid it back into its sheath. He then looked up, quirking an eyebrow up a little at Izanagi’s praise. The corner of his lips twitched a little before he chuckled softly himself, “Thank you. I had an incredible, and yet to be beaten, teacher. You are very skilled yourself, my friend. I very much enjoyed our duel.” He said, before putting his right hand on the left side of his chest, above his left heart before he bowed slightly in a sign of deep respect. When he straightened, he gave Izanagi a smile before he moved back over to the fire. The fight had taken longer than what he had been expected and he needed to check if the rabbits were burnt. Thankfully, they weren’t but he then said, “The rabbits are done.” He sat himself down, pulling the sticks from the soil and handed Izanagi his rabbits before he asked, “Who taught you?”

Location: Sapphire Mantle Hotel and Spa (Luxury Hotel); Early morning “Take your time.” The officer sat at the desk said encouragingly when she seemed to hesitate in a shy, and unsure manner. He was staring intently at her, almost forgetting to write down what she was saying. Kaylaen looked at the officer, before looking at Sophia before he then noticed that her cleavage was on display. He was reasonably sure that it wasn’t that exposed before the arrival of the owner and officers, but he couldn’t quite remember. The headache was making it difficult to really think. He looked over at the owner and the second officer, and noticed that they seemed really interested in Sophia, who either didn’t mind the attention or was oblivious to it. He was about to look away before he did a double-take when he saw the owner shift a little and the unmistakable bulge of an erection that he seemed to be trying to hide. Kaylaen had no idea what to make of that, or even how to subtly tell Sophia, so he turned his head back to Sophia as she explained about the decision of Shez’s to some to this hotel. He didn’t even bat an eye when she emphasized that he was her friend, and he even nodded to show that she spoke the truth. While Sophia was really nice, and while he would fuck anyone with little care to their gender, he was romantically more inclined towards men. It would take a very special woman to catch his heart. He continued watching Sophia blush and flounder her way through her statement until she finally asked if she was in trouble. The officer writing on the tablet was quick to smile and reassure her, “Of course not, pet.” He even reached out to give her a pet on the knee, rubbing his thumb against it for a moment before he pulled back and continued to write on his tablet, “We just needed your version of events, to compare to the CCTV footage that we’ve watched. It’s quite clear that you two were taken for quite the- ah, ride.” He said, the corner of his lips twitched a little up at the double meaning of what he had said. He then coughed a little, clearing his throat as he typed a couple more things on his tablet before saying, “I’ve gotten your statements down. Although if you think of anything else…” He rummaged around in his pocket for a few moments, before pulling out a call card. He pulled out a pen and scribbled something down on it before he then handed the card to Sophia, “Just give me a call.” If she looked at the car, she would see that he had put his name down as ‘Benjamin’ and had put down a personal phone number. Kaylaen saw this and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. Was the officer coming onto her? While he couldn’t blame the man, he was certainly surprised and he looked at Sophia to see her reaction. Location: Twin Mill Motel and nearby fish and chip shop. Time: 20:38 “Ah, finally.” Rayvenne muttered softly as an email from Diomedes came in. She opened up the email and her dark eyes scanned the information that was present. Meticulous as always, she saw that he had included a lot of detail regarding the person he wanted her to check up on. A Sophia Hayashi, a nineteen year old immigrant from America. She had fled unscrupulous individuals, and Diomedes was willing to pay extra if Rayvenne got her hands on any information regarding them. A part of her was curious as to his interest in this street urchin but dismissed her curiosity. Despite her personal relationship with him, she was not interested in his numerous flings. It wasn’t her business. She closed the lid of the laptop before putting it aside with a sigh, “Raeghan. I’m going to go get something to eat. Do you want to be let out while I go and do that?” She asked, looking over to where the dark bird was grooming his wings. He looked up, ruffling them for a moment before cawing softly, “Please. That damn pet holder of yours is cramped as all hell.” He said. Rayvenne nodded her head in agreement as she slipped from the bed and picked up her wallet as well as the keys for the room. She unlocked and opened the door, stepping out and looking around before she stepped slightly to the side and nodded at Raeghan. The large raven flew out of the open motel door and swung upwards into the night air. She watched him closely for a few moments until he disappeared from view behind one of the nearby buildings. She then closed the door, making sure it was locked before she turned and went down the street. There was a fish and chip shop nearby, and she fancied a cod. The streets were lit brightly by the overhead lights, despite the fact that it was well into night. It was still extremely cold, but despite that she was quite comfortable. People hurrying past her were all wrapped up in thick coats, while she was wearing black jeans, a t-shirt and a thin jacket. She could sense how cold it was, but it wasn’t affecting her. It was only a short five minute walk from the shop, and she stepped into the family run establishment. She went from very cold air, to warm air that blasted her in the face as she stepped in. There was a young man behind the counter by the register, putting a couple of boxes in a bag and handing it to a customer, wishing them a goodnight before the customer stepped around Rayvenne and left. Now that she was the only one here, she stepped up and said, “A large cod, a large portion of chips and a can of coke.” “Coming right up!” He said with a friendly smile as he turned around close to another worker, an older woman, as he began to cook another batch of chips by loading the frying basket with potato chips and lowering them into the fryer. She stepped back, leaning against the wall in silence as she divided her time between watching them cook and glancing out towards the door where she could see people passing the window.

@Aura I've made modifications.

Don't sweat it. I've done stuff like that before xD I'll have a look and make any edits to my post tomorrow. I'm just having a last look through ED for today before heading to bed. Honestly, I didn't mention it because my imagination had inserted the collar into her image when doing my post.

Rose felt relieved when the buzzing sound suddenly stopped, and she really hoped that Anhara had decided to end whatever sinful act she was doing for now. But she tensed back up when Anhara spoke, demanding to know if Rose told her to stop, or if she asked her to stop. She froze for a moment in panic, and she held the doll even closer while being careful not to damage it. After all, Anhara had said that this was Halie’s doll, and her father had warned her not to upset Halie. She bit her lower lip, knowing that she was going to be careful with her words. “I-I asked. I-I said please. I-I… I don’t lie… ” She said, hating the fact that her voice sounded so small and pathetic to her own ears. She hunched over a little, expecting to see the strike of fists on her. Her muscles tensed to the point where they ached, and her legs twitched a little as she resisted the urge to bring them up so that she could curl up into a tight ball to defend herself from whatever was going to come her way. She refused to even look at Anhara, not wanting to see the girls angry face. Even though Anhara’s father told her that the taller girl couldn’t touch Rose, the fact that she even subtly disobeyed him on one thing made Rose think that she would easily disobey him in other ways.

Location: Sapphire Mantle Hotel and Spa (Luxury Hotel); Early morning As Kaylaen was watching the officer with the tablet, he didn’t notice Sophia’s watchful gaze on the three other men in the room. The Hotel Owner was still standing by the door, but his attention now seemed to be fixed on Sophia. He tried to maintain his professional air, but he seemed unable to peel his eyes away from Sophia’s cleavage which was now on show. The first officer didn’t seem to notice anything different, but the second one seemed to pause and give Sophia a rather appraising glance, his eyes pausing on her cleavage for a moment before his eyes then moved down to her covered crotch. He then moved, standing on the other side of the door, which was opposite to where Sophia was sitting, and he simply smirked at her with a certain glint in his eyes that she would no doubt recognise. The first officer, completely oblivious to the show, and his partners reaction to it, looked up and over at them, “Can you describe to me what happened?” Kaylaen decided to go first, hoping it would give Sophia the confidence to speak afterwards, “I was in a bar, since I decided to head there after work to wind down. But when the bar had closed and I was pretty drunk at this point, I stepped out to start getting home but I was approached by two people. Sophia and the kitsune man who introduced himself as Shez. He was tall… taller than I am with dark hair and kitsune ears and tail. He was wearing dark clothing but I don’t remember what colour his eyes were. I’m not sure how they met. But Shez lead us to this hotel, where the pink haired woman was at the reception desk. She called herself Emma, and after a bit of flirting, she agreed to accompany us up here where we…” He coughed a little, “... well, had sex with each other.” At this the first officer’s eyebrow rose but said nothing as Kaylaen continued, “This went on for a few hours until we fell asleep. I was then later awoken by Sophia in her attempts to find her bag, and that’s when I realised that my stuff had also disappeared. We had the suspicion that we had been robbed by them, and that lead us to think that perhaps this room wasn’t really paid for. That’s when we called the reception who confirmed that no, it wasn’t paid for.” The first officer’s fingers flew across the screen of the tablet as he quickly typed everything that Kaylaen was saying. Finally, he lifted his eyes and looked over at Sophia, opening his mouth to say something but then paused as he finally noticed her cleavage. He seemed a little startled, but even as he spoke he wouldn’t stop looking, “Can you add anything else, miss?”

Location: On Northern side of the central Mountain range. Dezrin knew that Cassandra should understand him, as he had been speaking nothing but her language. So he was pleased when she took a sip of the offered water, despite the fact that it resulted in her coughing. He gently shushed her, holding her against him as she continued cough. Once again in her language he said, “Take it slow. Don’t drink too much, too quickly. We don’t want you throwing up now, do we?” His tone was very loving and gentle, as he slowly encouraged her to drink more. He restricted the flow so that she could not drink too much at once, and risk another coughing fit. The entire time she was drinking the water he offered, he continued to hum the lullaby, which was always effective in calming down distressed children. It also worked on adults, and he hoped it would work on Cassandra as well. Once the water was gone, he said in her language, “I know you likely want more, but if I give you too much right now you’re going to be sick. I will give you more soon.” He brushed her hair away from her face as he gave her one of his most engaging and boyish grin. He hoped that now he had given her a dose of energy, as well as something to drink, her mind will begin to clear up and allow him to be able to talk to her. It would also allow him to give her a few of the emergency MRE cubes he had in his bag. He had no doubt that she was severely malnourished and his father had given him the means to overcome that. The energy he had sacrificed would do her good for a few hours but after that she would be back to square one again. He was grateful that his father was a damned genius to invent the super MRE’s, as they contained enough energy and nutrients for a full day's worth of meals. But the best part about them was that they were a small cube that would burst in the mouth, thus was perfect for someone in Cassandra’s position where they were unable to eat too much as their stomach would be far too constricted to get more than a few mouthfuls down. His father had given him explicit instructions on how to nurse Cassandra back to some measure of health. Still looking down at her, he asked in her language, “How are you feeling now? A little better?”

From what Rowan could hear, she was stripping herself out of her clothes. The only thing that kept his back turned towards her was the fact that he didn’t want to ruin whatever surprise she had in store for him. He could hear the rustling of clothing as she seemed to be slipping them on. He thought he also heard the very faint rasp of string, and wondered just what it was that she was putting on. He was forced to stand for quite a while, but he was resolutely determined to wait until she had finished and gave him permission to turn around. However he then heard her footsteps skipping on the wooden floor closer towards him. He remained still, not wanting to startle her. Plus he was curious to know what she was going to do. To his surprise, he felt her hands on his head, pulling him down. He allowed her to do this, before he felt her sweet, luscious lips pressing against his. Automatically, he kissed her back, eager for the sweet taste that was uniquely her. Out of all the women he had kissed and fucked over his lifetime, he had never experienced a woman with a taste like hers. For a moment, he lips left his and she spoke. He could feel her breath ghosting against his lips, before once again he felt her lips pressing against his. He decided that he could wait for a few moments longer while he enjoyed kissing her back. After several moments, he pulled back and straightened a little as he opened his eyes to look down at her. The moment he did, his mind went completely blank as he stared at her new outfit. He found himself completely stupefied. She looked completely different in the outfit. She was absolutely stunning, and he was unable to tear his eyes from her. The colours made her silver hair seemed even lighter like freshly fallen stone, and matched the purple of her glorious eyes. He knew he had just been staring at her for at least a minute before he seemed to get a hold of himself, “... words fail me on how beautiful you are.” He said, still unable to look away. It seemed obvious as to where his thinking ability had gone, as his cock had hardened at the sight of her and she could no doubt see it straining against his trousers. It spoke far louder than words as to what he thought of her. His eyes shifted to look at the armband that was around her upper arm, seeing the butterfly that seemed to be tenderly kissing a white lily. He reached up and lightly traced his fingers along it before smiling a little at how fitting it was. As he touched it gently, he said, “Fitting.” His fingers moved up her arm, running across the soft skin of her shoulder before moving back down to trace along the top of the corset, following the curve of her breast, aching to touch her more and to take her on every surface of the room.

Daedrin only gave Izanagi a nod when the man greeted him for the morning before turning his attention back to his food which he ate, finishing whatever was left in the cookpot when Izanagi helped himself to more. When it was all finished, the two wordlessly cleaned and packed everything. By this point it was not something that they bothered working out with each other, as they knew automatically what they had to do, and double checked what each other had done to ensure that they left absolutely nothing behind. The last thing Daedrin picked up with the wood carving he had down, as he considered it for a few moments. He then decided to tuck it away in his pack, figuring it could give it to his wife when they returned. He pulled himself up into his saddle, shifting a little to get more comfortable. Or as comfortable as he could get while sharing his saddle with several large sacks full of ore. He looked over at Izanagi when his question was asked, before nodding his head in approval. He then nudged Daegrin forwards, and the eager stallion started forwards at a trot, his hooves stirring up the forest floor as he did so. The two of them began to move further west, heading along the Ildran River. For days they travelled along the winding water path, passing by Lake Jezero. They did everything they could to cover their tracks, but every now and again they were pestered by monsters that had to be taught the folly of attacking them. By the time they were within a day's ride of Hermitage, the two were now by the edge of the forest. They were still on the South side of the Ageon River, but the ford was closeby. Since the sun was already hovering low on the horizon, the two decided to set up camp for the night. When they had everything going, and they had a few rabbits cooking on the fire from a brief hunt, Daedrin turned to give Izanagi an appraising eye before he said, “Now would be a good a time as any to have that little fight of ours.”

Rose wasn’t sure whether the giggle was a good, or bad sign. But when there were no mocking comments, or any retribution for her decision which made her sigh a little in relief. She watched Anhara through the corner of her eyes, still not wanting to look fully at the other girl. So she watched as Anhara got off of the bed and went over to pick the doll up before asking for affirmation. Rose didn’t respond out loud, but she gave a small nod of her head as she watched the fingers moving through the shiny blonde hair of the doll. She seemed to grab something else, but Rose didn’t see what it was, and that made her feel even more cautious. When the doll was held out to her, she hesitated for a few moments before slowly reaching up and taking it. Slowly, she turned the doll around and inspected it from all sides but it seemed perfectly normal, much to her relief. That relief was short lived as Anhara got up on the bed and seemed to snuggle up against her. Rose tensed, feeling the warm skin of the other girl pressing against her own, making her uncomfortably aware of how close they were. She was not used to being this close to someone, so she seemed to freeze up as her breath caught in her throat. She had no idea what to do, or say. She didn’t like the other girl being this close, and yet she didn’t want to upset her either due to how unhinged she seemed to be. She tried to distract herself by staring rigidly down at the doll, carefully smoothing out the hair and dress. Her fingers froze when Anhara explained that the doll was important to her sister. If this Halie was taken against her will, like she had been, then Rose could understand why she would be upset at Anhara playing with them. It made her wonder just how long this Halie was their prisoner. And more importantly; where was she? Was she the one that wore those childish clothes? That thought made her stomach knot in an uncomfortable manner, as she wondered just how young Halie was. These really were not good people, and she felt sympathetic towards this sister of Anhara’s. When Anhara paused, Rose was about to ask where Halie was but the words did not leave her lips as the other girl held up what she had picked up along with the doll. Against her better judgement, Rose looked at the object but it was very clear she had no idea what it was by the confused expression on her face. Why would a remote need to be on this little pink egg-thing? What even was it? It was like nothing she had ever seen before. She was even more confused when Anhara said that she wouldn’t use it on her. She watched, her eyes widening as Anhara pressed it against her clit and twisted something on the nub. She saw the little egg seemed to blur as a faint buzzing noise filled the room. Rose’s cheeks went bright red as she suddenly realised what it was that Anhara was doing, and she turned her head so that she wouldn’t watch. She held the doll close to her, seeking comfort from the proximity of the toy as she closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to know anything about Anhara’s sick sex life with her father. A soft whimper escaped her, “P-please stop.” She said softly, not wanting to be anywhere near Anhara as the sinfully pleasured herself.