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Anhara’s rather pleased reaction to her quiet defiance put Rose on edge. She wondered if this girl had some kind of multiple personality disorder that caused her to jump from one extreme to the other. It made her wary, as the girl was completely unpredictable in her behaviour, and Rose did not like the fact that she didn’t know what was going to happen from one moment to the next. It threw her off guard, and she trembled. She flinched again when Anhara’s wrist moved, but it was only to draw back the knife. A soft whimper escaped her as she was tugged forwards, before she felt a tongue filled kiss on her mouth. She whimpered again, this time in denial as she didn’t want any kind of kisses from this girl. Kisses were for those that loved each other, and while Anhara seemed to have some false sense of care and concern for her like an older sister over that of a younger one, Rose certainly did not feel the same way. The other girls words only made her throat tighten. She did not want to think about what that ‘or else’ would lead to. Quite likely a long, drawn out death. Rose shook her head, rejecting the words as much as she was the gentle petting. She really wished her own father was home, because he would have no hesitated to protect her from his monster. She wished she had not gone out this morning. That one decision had lead to her making other ones that brought her to this situation. If she had just waited until evening to walk the dog, she would not be standing in the entrance way in her underwear, waiting for a terrible doom to descend upon her. At the sound of a car door closing, she jumped slightly. Rose looked up, her sapphire blue eyes wide as they stared at the door. Her mouth seemed to become drier than a desert, her stomach backflipping to the point where she felt sick. Her heart hammered, like a little bird desperate to escape its cage. A fearful whimper escaped her, and she tried to take a step back but Anhara’s grip wouldn’t allow her to move far. She tried one last time for a desperate plea, “Please. Don’t so this. Just let me go, please!” She whimpered. So caught up in her own fear, she didn’t notice the sudden change in Anhara’s demeanor. She was silently praying that at least one of her neighbours were out to witness this man's arrival. Someone, at the very least, to tell the police where she had gone.

Location: Village of Ryn’tur. Rowan was glad that Natia’s mood had taken a turn for the better. He hated seeing her so upset after the slaver had been there. It had made his fingers itch towards his daggers; anything to get rid of the cause of her distress. While Natia wasn’t commanding, or even demanding, Rowan almost felt as if she had quite skillfully wrapped him around her little finger. They had barely known each other for a few days, and already he was willing to put his time into helping her try and find her friend despite the fact that he was supposed to be doing a mission for his father. But he figured that there was no reason why he couldn’t help her, seeing as it was on the way to his destination regardless. He was brought from his thoughts by the sound of her sweet voice carrying on the air. An unconscious smile caused his lips to twitch as he looked back down at her when she told him to look away. He chuckled a little, giving her a tender smile, “I’ll try.” He said, with only a hint of a promise to tease her. He was a little surprised when she put down her tea and approached him, initiating a sweet and gentle kiss before she declared that she wanted to surprise her hero. His golden eyes noticeably softened as he gazed at her, his gaze warm with love as he returned the second, deeper kiss. He relished the sweet taste of her, and the silken softness of her lips against his. If he could, he would kiss her forever. Despite the difference in their sex, size and strength, he made no resistance as she pushed him around. He gave a theoretical sigh, exaggerated beyond what was really needed, “Oh, alright then. I promise not to turn around unless you tell me.” He said, a hint of laughter in his voice. He felt that it was sweet that she thought of him as her hero. He had not honestly thought that he was, but he could see how she did. He, a dashingly handsome man had saved her from several threats and was now treating her like a Princess. It was definitely a heroes story if ever he heard one. Maybe it was something they could tell any future children, if there were any. A deep part of him wished there was. When Natia turned around to her, Glenda seemed to snap out of a daze before she nodded and then gushed, “You two are just so sweet!” She giggled, her cheeks turning bright red, “You remind me so much of my husband and I when he was courting me years ago.” She giggled again before ushering Natia behind the screen with the clothing. Since Natia knew how to put on a pair of panties, Glenda handed them over before she said in a quiet, almost conspiratorial, “Right, child. Lift up your arms, and I will slip it on.” When the small girl had done as she asked, she slipped the corset over Natia’s head. She then settled it into place before saying softly, “I’m sorry if this gets a little tight, but it’s the main purpose of these things.” She then took hold of the black lace string and began to tug on it, tightening it up around the top. She moved down the back of the corset, carefully pulling the laces through the holes until it was almost like a second skin on Natia, but she was careful not to make it so tight that the young girl couldn’t breath. When she had finished tightening it, she tied the laces up in a neat little bow at the bottom, “There you go, dear.” She said softly, “You look beautiful.” She then assured her.

The small squeaks and soft, pleasure filled moans that escaped the small woman only drove Raeghan’s tongue to move faster, flicking across the soft pink flesh of her clitoral hood. He could feel the powerful muscles of her legs flesh beneath his grip, and it surprised him just how strong she was. He was forced to tighten his grip to try and keep the deceptively strong thighs in place. As she humped up into his face, he lost his rhythm for a moment, but quickly found himself as he followed her movements to prevent her from accidentally dislodging him in her eagerness. The taste of her womanhood was unlike anything he remembered, as it still had that faint carrot taste. He wondered if it was natural, or a result of something she did. He certainly wasn’t going to complain about it; he found it delicious and his tongue enthusiastically lapped up the sweet, slick liquid. He could sense her climax getting closer, as the muscles around her pussy entrance seemed to quiver and twitch. Then her legs suddenly pushed harder against him, causing her to tightly grip his head as if afraid that he would stop. He tightened his grip even more, stopping her from outright crushing his head. As she started cumming, he redoubled his efforts. His tongue flicked furiously from side to side on her clit, drawing the orgasm out for as long as possible. He could feel the gush of her feminine juices against his lips and he eagerly drank it down. It was the sweetest, and most delicious cum he had ever tasted on a woman. As she started relaxing, he gently used his tongue to clean up any remaining fluid that clung to her flushed skin. Finally, he pulled away so look down at her with a faint smirk tugging on the corner of his lip. He chuckled deeply in his chest at her comment, “Thank you.” He said, pleased by the compliment to his skills, “I’m glad you enjoyed that. You tasted amazing; I could certainly do that again.” His red eyes flashed with desire for a moment, before he then said, “But… I think we can save that for a little later.” Now that he was not concentrating on Luna and the pleasure he was giving her, he was now aware of his painfully erect cock that was aching for attention, “What would you like to do? Repay the favour? Or more? If it’s the second option… would you prefer that we go to your bedroom?” He put the decision entirely in her hands, as he had been pretty much controlling how things were going. He was absolutely fine with doing either, as long as his cock got the attention it was craving. He was feeling extremely riled up, and wanted nothing more than for something to wrap around his cock. Whether it was a mouth, or a pussy, it mattered little to him. Although both would be a bonus.

Daedrin’s movements stilled for a few moments at the question levelled at him. He stared into the thick liquid of his stew before he then looked back up at Izanagi, “I kind of lost control.” He then admitted quite candidly. Before Izanagi could question him, he continued to speak, “As I told you, I encountered the Cultist, as well as three of the bandits. All of them had been magically modified… The first was a wolf man, another a bear man and the last a troll man. He made his threats, and I told him that his threats were meaningless, as his people couldn’t hurt you. I warned him to leave, but he refused, intent on trying to bring me down. Then, he had his minions attack.” Daedrin’s gaze slid to his sword before he looked back at his friend across the flickering flames of the fire, “My sword isn’t like the other blades that I make and sell for people. It’s an Eldyrannth sword, and its particular quality is that it can create a pulse of force that knocks things back. When they charge me, I used the sword thusly on them and made them crash into the wall before I then gave him a last warning. It didn’t take them long to recover and they came at me again. I cut off the arm of the wolf man, before the bear man attacked with his claws. The troll took advantage and punched me in the side against the wall. It was then that I noticed that the cultist was enchanting them so I attempted to reach the cultist to kill him. The bear man blocked by route, and as I lifted my sword to strike, he grabbed it and prevented me from being able to move it.” Daedrin’s blood red eyes narrowed, and the colour seemed to darken almost to black, “The wolf man decided to bite my thigh. He almost snapped my thigh bone; no easy trick, I can assure you of that. It was at that point, I grew angry. I shifted into my Eldyr form and grabbed the wolf man with my jaw, where I shook him until his spine snapped. I used my tail to throw the troll man into the wall hard enough to crush him. I then pinned the bear man under my claws and crushed him to death. That’s when the cultist made the mistake of attempting to probe my mind. I lashed back at him and instead crushed his mind with my own.” He shook his head and sighed softly, “I shouldn’t have allowed myself to get that angry. I know better than that.” He said with an almost soft regret. He knew it was too dangerous for him to lose control of himself like that, as not even Izanagi would be safe if he succumb to his anger. To distract himself from any mournful thoughts, he scooped up a spoonful of his stew and continued eating.

Granted. But it now runs so slowly that you can't do anything with it. I wish that doesn't happen either.

Her compliment about the size of his cock pleased him. It certainly felt bigger than what he remembered from his old body. Luna had done him many favours with this potion, and to top it all off, she was allowing him to explore this new body with her in the most intimate of ways. Her squeaks of pleasure caused his lips to curl slightly in a smile, glad that his ministrations were having this kind of effect on her. He almost groaned again when he felt her hips shift and move before he felt the soft lips of her pussy kissing the base of his cock almost lovingly as her thighs pressed against the shaft. It made his head spin, and his cock pulsated in response to what she was doing, signalling how much he was loving it. He let out a pleasured sigh through his nose, closing his eyes for a moment as he stilled, allowing her to press his head harder against her breast. He relished the sensations, allowing them to overwhelm everything else before he opened his eyes again and switched his mouth to her other nipple. He caught it in his mouth and sucked as eagerly on it as he had the right nipple. His grip tightened on her hips slightly, as he had to resist with every ounce of will not to simply raise her up and push her down onto his cock. He didn’t want to move that quickly, but she was making it hard. Despite her inexperience, she was almost sinfully good. She was giving him more pleasure in the few things she was doing, than an experienced whore did in several sex sessions. He had to find a way to help prolong this, and an idea suddenly came to mind. He pulled away from the nipple and gazed up into her strange, but beautiful multi-coloured eyes and said in warning, “Loosen your grip a little… I’m going to move us a little.” He shifted his hands down to grip her supple thighs. Holding onto her so that she didn’t tip backwards, he moved them forwards on the sofa before turning them around so that he put her down on it while he was knelt on the floor in front of her, his cock jutting up proudly. The fact that she was so small made it easier for him to shift and move them without incident. The sheet was a bit cumbersome and in the way so he pulled it away and threw it onto the chair that Luna had been sitting on earlier as they had been talking so that it left them both completely naked, with nothing to hide them. He then gently put his hands on her thighs and spread her legs to reveal her womanhood. He paused for a moment, admiring the sight. He could see that she was completely hairless, something he had never encountered before. It was a little strange, but he quite liked it as if gave him an unimpeded view of the lips that glistened softly in the light of the small seating area. Raeghan looked up at Luna before he smiled, “I’ve never seen a hairless woman before… but I quite like it. It’s just as beautiful as the rest of you.” He said before, without warning her of his intentions, he leaned forwards and allowed his tongue to press past the outer lips of her pussy before licking up the entire slit where his tongue pressed against the hooded clit. He was careful not to allow his tongue to move up underneath the hood itself, as he knew that it could be a little painful due to how sensitive direct contact on the clit was. He swirled his tongue in circles on the clit before his tongue moved down to the sensitive entrance of her pussy where he pressed his tongue against it before moving back to her clit. He latched his mouth onto it and began to flick his tongue back and forth over the clit. While he was licking her out, his hands took a firm hold of her thighs to prevent her from being able to close them around his head. He knew some women were apt to do that, and he didn’t particularly want to feel as if his head was being squeezed. He didn’t mind woman gripping his hair, as long as they weren’t tugging on it but he doubted Luna would do anything that would cause pain, so he concentrated on making sure that she was getting as much pleasure as he could possibly give her.

Location: The Wet Holes, Down Below, Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. “I would turn that retirement home into a damn party house, that’s what I could do!” Kellina said with a fierce grin, glad that Jake was able to see just how unsuited she was to a place like that. She then shook her head and said, “In all honesty, I think I will be flying ships until I drop dead of old age. I’ve got too much of a rebellious spirit to be put down so easily. I would rather stay active into my declining years rather than rot away in a home for the decrepit. That would be a really horrible way to die. To just waste away.” Her body seemed to convulse as a shudder ran up her spine, and she pulled a face. This topic had turned a rather depressive turn, and she groped for a way to change it. This wasn’t exactly how she wanted to spend her time celebrating. “Well, that sounds like a rather dull place to be. I don’t think I would want to visit one of these retirement homes.” Daniella commented as he took a sip of his own drink. Kellina tilted her head up a little before she tilted it slightly as she looked down at Daniella, “Nah, you really don’t. Most are miserable as all fuck. Just old people just sitting and waiting to die. I mean, some aren’t bad, but most are pretty bad. I would rather retire to Ashaea… if they would even let me in.” Kellina said, before grinning, “I kinda doubt it, though. I am a bit of a trouble maker, and I make no fucking apologies for that.” “Then I think I like you.” Daniella said with a grin, “But you never know unless you try and ask them. You never know, they might.” “Ha! I doubt it!” Kellina snorted, picking up her drink and taking a gulp of it before deciding to move away from the conversation relating to retirement homes, “So what kind of specs does this Imperial Clipper have?” She asked, before leaning forwards with a twinkle in her eye, “Although I suppose the next question might be; can I fly with it at some point? You know I’m good for paying.” She then winked at Jake to indicate that the payment might not necessarily be credits. Location: Command Centre (Bridge), Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. Alexander had been busy reading a report on the power usage of the station, and the engineers plans to help cut down on power consumption while affecting the station as little as possible when his console beeped, informing that he had a reply regarding his request. He opened up the messaged, pleased to note that he had a confirmation on the meeting. He smiled before closing the message and putting it into the archive before he turned back to his report. It was a good way to wait out the hour, while appearing to be busy so that no one bothered him unless there was something important that needed his attention. He glanced up at Karla, who was dealing with a rude pilot in her usual brisk and no-nonsense manner. He smiled slightly before looking back at the report to the sound of her sarcastic voice. By the time he had finished the report, he glanced at time to see that an hour had almost elapsed. He knew that Axel would be very prompt and would likely appear right on the hour dot. That was one thing he liked about Axel; the man was always conspicuous about his timekeeping. When Alexander set a time for a meeting, he could expect Axel to turn up on time. So he stood up, looking over at Karla who looked back at him, “I will be in my office for a meeting.” She nodded in acknowledgement before she turned back to the command console. Alexander left the main command deck, almost bumping into one of the technicians who seemed to be hurrying and not paying attention to where they were going. They let out a mumbled apology before stepping around Alexander and walking off. Alexander shook his head a little before he made his way to his office which was dimly lit. The lights brightened when he entered the room, revealing his slightly curved desk with the comfortable desk chair behind it. In front of it were two chairs facing the desk. Opposite the desk, was a small seating area with a sofa, coffee table and two comfortable arm chairs. The desk itself was quite clean, with a computer terminal and a pen holder that held a pen that his old commanding officer had gifted him as a congratulations present for getting this command. He sat down in his chair, relaxing with a soft sigh as he waited for Axel to make an appearance. Location: Promenade, Commercial District, Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. Aimi hummed softly to herself as she sidestepped a couple of merchants that were having a heated arguments about the pricing of table cloths. Her ear twitched towards the two of them, as they couldn’t seem to decide if the patterned cloths should be priced higher than the plain ones. It amused her that they were arguing over something so mundane. She shook her head a little as she continued walking through the Promenade, looking at the shops that lined the corridor, where merchants were cajoraling passersby to come and buy their wares. She came to a stop by one stall, which had a number of interesting of cups of varying designs. The merchant was a rather young looking Tau’ri gave her what he thought was a charming smile and waved a hand over the items, “Hello, young lady! I have many curious items from all across the galaxy!” He picked up a cup made from a silvery metal. It reminded her of a champagne flute glass, with an ornate flower pattern wrapping around the stem, “This is from the planet Berahla! The people are long extinct, and only a few examples of their workmanship exist!” He claimed. Aimi tilted her head as she studied the cup for a few moments before nodding her head a little, “Really? I didn’t realise the Berahlarian people were extinct. Last week I had heard that they settled a new colony and were thriving.” The man looked a little startled, clearly not anticipating that she knew that. He then looked a little more nervous as he picked up what looked like a shallow bowl, “How about this Santrelian drinking bowl? It’s used for their sacred ceremonies to celebrate the celebration of Hyrndhrll.” He sounded almost pleading and Aimi had to resist the urge to smile at him. “Celebration of Jynt’hall, actually. It’s their equivalent of Fyaemuraí… or Christmas for you. But you’re close, although it’s not really sacred.” Aimi said, causing the man to look quite annoyed that his potential customer was clearly more informed than he is. He put the bowl down with a frown before picking up a wooden cup, “How about this Tic Tic cup? It’s rare and quite valuabl-” He didn’t even finish his sentence when Aimi interrupted him, “That cup is mass produced and you can buy a hundred for a credit.” She then shook her head, “I think you need to rethink your strategy, dear merchant. Lying to your customers isn’t going to win you many hearts.” She then politely bowed her head slightly, “Good day to you, sir. Procedamus in pace.” She ignored his outraged sputterings as she moved off to look at anything else that was on sale. She had hardly moved on, when someone bumped into her. The man gave a mumbled apology and went to move on however her hand snapped out and gripped his wrist in a tight hold. The man turned back to her, a flash of annoyance crossing his features before he asked, “What?” “I would like my credit chit back, thank you.” She said politely, as she turned his wrist over to reveal that he had her credit chit clenched tightly in his hand. She pried it out of his finger as she said in a calm tone, “It is pointless to steal it, unless your goal was simply to cause me annoyance. It is isomorphic technology, meaning that only I can use it. Now, begone, before I call security.” She let go of him and watched as he scurried off to be lost in the milling crowds. She shook her head with a sigh before turning around and moving on. She soon came across a stall that was selling various pieces of cloth in various types, and patterns. Aimi stepped up to the stall and looked at what they had to offer. She reached out and picked up one piece of cloth that was a deep red in colour. It felt like silk and seemed to glide over her fingers. She quite liked it, even though she didn’t wear red very often. It would make a lovely Coda’zotoxian robe. It would require an underlayer though, perhaps of a cotton-like material, so that it would be comfortable. But she figured she would make something that would work. Sewing was something she liked doing in her spare time, even if she never wore the resulting clothing. “See something you like?” A voice asked, drawing her from her thoughts and she looked up at the stall owner who gave her a smile. She smiled back and held up the red silk material, “I would like six metres of this, please. Do you have a more cotton-like material… black in colour?” She asked. “I most certainly do.” The stall over said with an easy grin as he moved around the stall before returning a moment later with a roll of black material. Aimi fingered it for a few moments, feeling the high quality of the material, “That’s perfect. I’ll have six metres of this as well.” She said. “Sure thing, ma’am.” The stall over said, taking both rolls in hand and moving away slightly to cut off what she needed. She pulled out her credit chit, and when the man returned with the cloth rolled up in a bag for her, she pressed the credit chit into the payment slot of the machine he held out to her. She then took the bag, thanking the man before she moved on to see if there was anything else she could buy this day. She passed a couple of Tic Tics who were talking in excited tones as they quickly passed her by, one of them making wild gestures. She smiled a little as she moved past them before turning her head towards the stalls once again before she stopped by a jewelry stall to see what there was available. The man at the stall came closer with a smile and asked, “Is there anything that takes your fancy? You’re clearly a woman of good taste-” His eyes lingered on the tree necklace around her throat, “- and I have a lot here that I think you might like. Such as this bracelet. It’s twenty-four carat gold and the design is just beautiful.” He picked up an open box, presenting it with a flourish showing a bracelet that had a flower design etched into it. Aimi observed the bracelet and let out a non committal, “Mm, that’s quite nice.” The man put it back, before picking up a medallion that had a bird design, with a red stone in the middle, “This has come all the way from the Milky Way Galaxy, from the Gravftel system. Quite common there, but rare on this side of the wormhole. Perhaps this is more to your liking?” He asked, tilting an eyebrow up in a questioning manner. Aimi smiled at him before shaking her head, “No, not really. It’s pretty, but not really my thing.” The man put the piece of jewelry back and asked, “Perhaps you’re after to sell?” He asked, looking once again at her necklace. Aimi laughed softly and shook her head, reaching up to brush her fingers against the purple gold. It caused the pulsating lights to brighten for a moment as she felt the thrum of energy through it, “You couldn’t afford this. Besides, I would never part with it. Not for all the money you could offer me. It was given to me by someone very precious. It’s value is more than the materials that make it up. No… I was just browsing. I don’t think there’s anything that I like here. It’s all a bit showy. I prefer my jewelry to be meaningful, or simple.” “That’s a shame. A beautiful woman like yourself deserves only the best.” The man said, laying it on thick with the flattery. “That’s not going to work on me.” Aimi told him with a smile. “It was worth a try.” He said with a rueful grin as he stepped back away from her, “Well then, please have a good day.” “And you, Procedamus in pace my friend.” Aimi said, bowing her head slightly before she moved off. She had seen all she wanted to see for the moment, and there was nothing she really needed that badly. But she was now feeling a little hungry, so she decided to head towards the food court to see if there was anything that took her fancy.

At first, Raeghan didn’t notice the shifting of the sheet that covered him until he felt a brief rush of cooler air against his rock hard cock. He wasn’t sure what was going on for a moment, and paused in what he was doing. Then he felt warm and soft flesh wrapping around his cock, causing a sudden wave of pleasure that made him shudder slightly. He shuddered again when the palm of her hand rubbed against the sensitive tip of his cock. He had to suppress the groan that threatened to pass his lips. He was so unused to the sensation of sexual pleasure that he had to top for a few moments to simply enjoy it. It mattered little to him that Luna’s touches held the hesitancy and shyness of someone completely new to all of this. What she was doing felt good, and he was definitely enjoying himself, especially with her fingers playing with the most sensitive part of his cock. He had to resist the urge to thrust his hips up into her thighs in reaction, “Damn, Luna…” He grunted, allowing the pleasure he was feeling to be reflected in his tone. He hoped it encouraged her, and made her feel a little more confident about herself. But not wanting to be outdone, Raeghan cupped her small and supple breasts and squeezed them gently before he rolled the nipples between his fingers once again before rubbing his thumbs against the hardened nubs. But he wanted to see more of her, to be no longer separated by the material of her nightie. He gave her a slight smirk before he took her dress and lifted it up and off of her, allowing him to see her. His eyes roamed over her slender body, her small but rounded breasts and her slim legs. He couldn’t see her womanhood, but he knew that would come in time. Instead, he allowed himself to enjoy what he could already see, “Beautiful.” He said in a soft whisper, something only to be heard by Luna. His hands once again traced along the outside of her thighs before moving up to touch her breasts once again before they moved down and settled on her hips, helping to keep her in place. Raeghan leaned forwards and began to kiss along her neck again, planting small and light kisses as he moved. He gave the hickey he had given her a small lick, pleased by how much the red mark stood out on her pale skin, before his mouth moved further south leaving a trail of kisses as it went. When he reached her left breast, his tongue licked across the hard nub before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked gently on the sensitive nipple. He then flicked his tongue back and forth, listening out for her reactions. Thus far, her reactions had been an absolute delight, and unlike any woman he had the pleasure of making love to. Her squeaks were the cutest, and he hoped to hear more of them.

Raeghan was quite pleased by the squeak that escaped Luna. It was different from the reactions he had from other women, but he found it utterly adorable and it spurred him on to lay several more kisses along her pale neck. He then paused when she said that her people could be insatiable, which caused him to smile. He then chuckled a little, “Oh really? Well… that’s good to know. It means I can take my time with you.” He latched his mouth against the side of her neck. It started as an open mouthed kiss, but his lips soon made a seal as he began to suck at the flesh, intent on leaving his mark on her otherwise flawless skin. Like her mouth, her skin tasted sweet, almost addicting. The hand that had been stroking her cheek moved down, tracing the curve of her body before settling on her hip. After several long moments, he pulled away from her neck, his tongue flicking out one last time to lick across the red mark. He saw the mark left on her neck and smirked, feeling quite pleased with himself. He tilted his head, kissing the point where the jaw met the neck before pulling back and drawing her into another passionate kiss. He was taking his time, to make sure that she properly relaxed so that she could enjoy herself as much as possible. It helped that her mouth tasted so sweet, and the more he kissed her, the more he was aware of the faint taste of carrots. He had never encountered that in a partner before, but he quite liked it, especially in Luna. It seemed just like her. While their lips and tongue moved against each other in an intricate dance, his hands started moving of their own accord. They slipped up underneath her flimsy nightie which had not really left much to the imagination. He enjoyed the feeling of her warm, smooth skin against his fingertips. It felt so good to touch a woman in this manner, to enjoy the feeling of their skin and exploring their body. He tried hard to ignore the fact that his cock was already reacting, becoming hard underneath the sheet that still covered his lower body. It was a little distracting, especially as he took a moment to marvel at the familiar, but long forgotten sensation. He then turned his attention back to Luna, pulling away from the kiss as he panted slightly, robbed of breath. His hands moved up, causing the nightie to hitch up along with them, before his fingers brushed against her nipples, which made him smirk slightly at her before he lightly rolled the nubs between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. He watched her face closely, watching her reaction.

@Chiyako It's done: https://ecchidreams.com/community/topic/2357-side-story-a-learning-experience/

Warning: This Side Story will contain scenes of a graphic nature. This includes, but is not limited to, Heterosexual sex. If you find either of these themes distasteful, then please do not read. Participants: Raeghan and Luna Description: During their quest to find a dragon for an ingredient for Luna, she created a potion to turn Raeghan temporarily into a human. One of his desires for when he was human, was to have sex and Luna had offered to help him with just that. -x-x-x-x-x-x-x- Raeghan smiled at her nervous question, his thumb stroking against her cheek again, “Well, you relax. I have more experience than you, even if I haven’t done it in a long time. So it would best if, for this kind of dance, you let me take the lead.” He said. Before she would be able to respond, he pulled her face closer before kissing her once again. This time, he deepened it by pushing his tongue past her lips and into her mouth to explore the sweet cavern. Now that she was closer, his other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her towards him, pulling her up onto his lap. It allowed him to lean back a little, and be more leisurely in the kiss. It was quite passionate and heated, but he did it slowly to allow her to get used to the sensation of a deep kiss. He then pulled away from the kiss, tilting his head a little at her. Now that she was sitting on his lap, her head was almost level with his. A fact that quite pleased him as it made it easier for him to kiss her. Going along the theme of being her teacher, he told her, “Sex isn’t just about the pleasure of the one person involved. It’s about the pleasure of all. I know you want me to feel good, but I want you to feel good as well.” As he spoke, one of his hands moved up her thigh, his fingers ghosting on her pale skin before they dipped slightly under her garment but not fully, as he wanted to tease her a little. He once again kissed her lips with a full kiss that only lasted a few moments before he pulled away and pressed his lips against her throat, planting tender kisses along the unblemished flesh. A lot of women he knew liked this, as it sent tingles of pleasure through them. And he quite liked watching their reactions. Some would sigh and tilt their head for more, while others wriggled and moan. He was very curious to know what Luna’s reaction was, if there was one. He hoped that, even as she fulfilled his desire for this kind of contact, that she would get something out of this as well.

I will let you know when I've done it, and you can edit your last post to include a link to it.

@Chiyako If you want, we could open up a side story either on your post, or my next post. I don't mind either.

Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan frowned a little when she mentioned that some men before had made her do things. He didn’t like the sound of that. One thing that really made his blood boil was bad treatment of women, and forcing themselves onto woman that weren’t interested. He had always treated the women he had been with, with the utmost respect. He tilted his head slightly when Luna began asking questions, making it very clear just how inexperienced she was when it came to the subject of sex. He then gave her a reassuring smile, wanting to put her nerves at ease. He reached up, gently cupping her cheek as he brushed his thumb over the soft skin, “Well, it depends, honestly. Not only on the people involved, but their mood at the time. Sometimes, people like to just get down and on with it. Others like to prolong the experience, to take their time to enjoy it. To give, and receive pleasure and exploring to find out what feels the best. And with you… I think that it the method I would prefer to go with.” He said, giving her a charming grin before he leaned forwards and pressed his lips against Luna’s. It was a light kiss, neither forceful nor demanding. He didn’t deepen the kiss, and pulled away after a moment and said, “I personally don’t think kissing is too far.” His grin widened once again as amusement made his blood red eyes twinkle in mirth, “As for the naked thing… we’re both pretty much naked already.” He said.

As Izanagi spoke, Daedrin listened carefully although he did shift again so that he was once again lying on his back, with his head resting against the rock. After his friend had finished his tale, Daedrin couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. He shook his head from side to side slightly before he said, “Well, little Igna was duped. The cultist that I came across boasting that he was using their greed against them. He had no intention of letting them keeping me. Because they were so blinded by their greed, they allowed him to mould and manipulate them into the creatures that they were as well as to manipulate them into obedience towards him. I think the Priest must have followed us from the Mansion, intent on sacrificing me to bring back his God.” He couldn’t help but to roll his eyes, before he turned his head towards Izanagi, “He seemed to think that his minions could actually harm you.” Now Daedrin sounded amused as he continued, “He threatened that if I didn’t surrender myself, they would hurt you. I tried to warn him that it was pointless, but he didn’t listen to me. That’s one of their biggest weaknesses. Their arrogance. It seems to know no bounds.” He shrugged his shoulders slightly before he sat himself up, shifting a little to get comfortable before he stirred the contents of the stew pot as he checked up on it, seeing that it was pretty much done by now. He then said, “Still. Even though I know you can take of yourself, I’m glad you came out unscathed.” He smiled a little at his friend as he picked up one of the bowls and filled it before handing it over to Izanagi with one of the spoons before he filled up a bowl for himself where he proceeded to eat in silence.

Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan grinned a little at her rather awkward wording, finding it quite endearing that she started to stutter a little. It was clear that she was nervous, but if she didn’t want to do it, he wasn’t going to force her into it. That was not something he wanted to do. He would merely look for someone when they were next in town. His grin melted into a reassuring smile as he said, “I think it’s one of the most wonderful things in life. To make love, especially with an eager partner. I mean…” He paused for a moment, shrugged a little before he continued, “While I was in the Kings army, I had my share of concubines. But fucking them was always different to making love to my wife. It’s a little hard to explain, actually. It’s something you won’t understand unless you go through it yourself.” He squinted his eyes at her slightly before saying, “I’m not going to pressure you into doing something you’re not comfortable with, Luna. It’s clear you’re nervous, so if you don’t want to do it, then I’m completely fine with that. I can find some whore when we’re next in town.” He privately doubted that it would be as nice, than as being with Luna. He already liked her, and it was better doing something like this with a friend whom he knew he could trust. But he couldn’t help the nagging feeling that he might be taking advantage of her kind and selfless nature, which had prompted him to give her one last chance to back out before she did something she would later regret. The last thing he wanted was to make things awkward between them. But if she did decide to continue, then he would make sure it was the most intense learning experience for her.

Wish granted. Everyone is now an insensitive, emotionless husk. I wish I had a thunderstorm right now.

Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory At Luna’s question, Raeghan frowned a little in thought. He honestly didn’t know the answer to that question. He reached up and ran his hand through his raven coloured hair before he shrugged his shoulders with a little chuckle, “I honestly don’t know, Luna. That might have to be something you ask him. I know he does swords specialised in monster hunting. I have no idea if he does anything specialising in magic.” He tilted his head a little as he looked at the small woman, “But if he does, I imagine it’s something he does in secret. If people thought he was supporting witches, then he’s likely to get dragged to the stake to be burnt alive.” He grimaced at that thought. He couldn’t imagine it was the most pleasant way to go, and he had witnessed a few burnings in his lifetime. It had always bothered him, but he had never been in the position to actually do anything. “As for materials…” He said, before smiling a little, “I think it’s like the case with familiars. The best material is based on what kind of magic you’re using it for. But I think Mithril is a good material for a basic stave, able to do all kinds of magic… It just can’t do the more powerful magic that a specialised stave can do. Like a wooden stave for nature magic, Kraerhil for ice magic or Mangenarr which is perfect for fire magic. He might know more, though. I make no promises on that. The subject has never come up when talking to him. All Rayvenne likes to talk about is swords, what kinds she wants, and what kinds are good for taking care of the monsters that she deals with.” He gave Luna a slightly crooked smile, “But she’s a good friend of Daedrin’s. Getting in to see him would be no problem.” He assured the excitable bunny girl. He then rubbed his hand across his mouth for a moment before he grimaced, “The only problem is, is that Enutpen’s Glory is pretty much between Selil and Vorserend. It might be best if we go to Selil first, before heading to Vorserend. As I said, the mountain path can be treacherous, and it’s a good idea for monsters to lie in wait. Rayvenne may very well insist on it, if she’s inclined to go to Vorserend with you… I honestly can’t see her objecting, though. She was heading in that direction anyway, looking for work, when she ran into you.”

“Good hunting.” Daedrin said when Izanagi finally came to the decision to go and hunt for something to eat, instead of delving into their supply of food. He watched his friend walk off away from the camp before he shifted and sat up straighter as he looked over to his saddlebags. Using telekinesis, he undid his bags and pulled out their cooking bowl which he made fly over to him and settle on the ground next to the fire. He also gathered several other items, such as a stirring spoon, dried vegetables, and flour to thicken the stew sauce. He placed them down closeby while he waited for Izanagi to return. He allowed himself to settle down again, sighing as he lay on his back with his head resting on a stone. He closed his eyes, but his mind was alert for anything and anyone approaching the camp so that no one could sneak up on him. Thus he was able to sense Izanagi’s return and opened his eyes again. He turned his head towards his friend, watching as he stepped up to the camp before brandishing the dead rabbit. He noticed that it appeared to have a head wound, and judging from its shape, one of his Hell Chains had done the job. It had clearly been a quick and painless kill, a fact that Daedrin quite approved of. Stifling a groan, Daedrin pushed himself so that he was now sitting up. He folded his good leg so that it was slightly under him while the injured one was kept straight, “Rabbit stew, then. Just cut the meat off and throw it in when you’re done.” He said, picking up the waterskin and filling their stewpot with the right amount of water, along with the dried vegetables and a good amount of flour that would thicken it nicely, without making it taste like flour. Once done, he moved it so that it was sitting close to the fire before he sat back once again with a soft sigh. When Izanagi had dropped the cut rabbit meat into the pot, Daedrin gave it a firm stir before he put the lid on the top to keep the steam in before laying the spoon on top. He then leaned back, resting his weight on one hand and looked at Izanagi, “I suppose, while that’s cooking, you can tell me what happened in your little scuffle?” He then grinned, “The Priest thought he could easily overwhelm you. I tried to tell him that it was a stupid idea, but he didn’t listen."

Daedrin tilted his head up a little to look at Izanagi when the man gave his suggestion. He observed the demon silently for a few moments before a slight smile curved at the corners of his lips, “There’s no need to be worried, Izanagi. It will be a lot better by tomorrow, I assure you. It’s not a serious wound. A few inches deep, with a little tearing of the muscle. It’s missed the bone, and artery.” He said, reaching down and taking hold of the bandage as he unwound it to reveal the wound. There were several deep bite marks in his thigh, and the material of his trousers was slightly marked by blood but the wounds themselves were not bleeding. In fact, they appeared sealed by a translucent material that looked hard to the touch. He lightly brushed his fingers along the slightly swollen and red skin that surrounded the wounds, “It will take a few days to heal, but it will be as good as new.” He said, tucking away the old blood-soaked bandage and wrapping a new one around his thigh. While he didn’t need it to soak up blood, or to prevent infection, it would stop curious eyes from seeing the hardened Inchor. He pushed himself up from the rock and limped over to Daegrin, who had been waiting patiently nearby, and unsaddled him and the sacks he was carrying. While it wasn’t obvious, he was using telekinesis to lighten the weight of the saddle and sacks. Once the horse was free, he gave the animal an affectionate slap on the hindquarters before he limped over to the fire and sat down, resting his weight on the hip of his uninjured leg before he asked, “So what are we going to do about food? We should have enough in the packs, but if you want to hunt something, go ahead. I’m more than able to look after myself, injured or not.”

Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan chuckled a little at Luna’s enthusiasm. He didn’t know if the Eldyrannth would indeed allow her access to their library to be able to look at the books. He also wasn’t sure if any of them would spend the time to teach her how to read and speak their language. Despite their willingness to trade with others, they were still quite withdrawn from the rest of the Kingdom. They weren’t on friendly terms with many people. They were like the quiet child that was nice, but kept to themselves all the time and thus was rarely invited to play with the others. He wondered how they would react to someone such as Luna. Because she was certainly unique, that was for sure. At her next question, Raeghan thought for several moments before he then shrugged. He had to be careful how he worded this, as he had no doubt that Rayvenne would be unhappy if he gave Luna clues as to how old she really was, “Well, we’ve been in Craethiel for a while now, and we’ve managed to travel from one end of the Kingdom to the other. We’ve even met the King.” He grinned a little at that before shaking his head before pausing as a thought came to him. He looked back up and said, “Although, Rayvenne may want to go to Selil after we’ve helped you find your dragon. Her silver sword needs repairing, and there’s only one blacksmith with the skill to do it and he lives in Selil. While his services can be a bit pricy, he is the best blacksmith in Craethiel. It’s been some time since we’ve seen him, and her sword is beginning to lose its edge. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory As Luna started stretching herself out, Raeghan had to resolutely turn his head away a little just in case she flashed anything. It would have been rude to just sit there and stare at her, after all, especially when he had plenty of chances to do that later. He would rather not spoil anything now. When he had heard that she had stopped her movements, he turned his face towards her again now that she had settled herself comfortably. At her question, he shook his head, “I’m good thanks. I’m still full from the stew earlier, and I think I’ve had enough to drink for now.” He gave her a rather lopsided, slightly drunk looking grin. He tapped the ends of his forefingers together in thought for a few moments as he considered her question earlier, “As for what it’s like… well…” He waved his hand in a northerly direction, “The city itself is hidden in the Therarr Mountainrange. Quite deep into it. There’s only way to actually get there, short of being able to fly like they can. The road itself is somewhat treacherous but relatively well travelled. There’s a town called Dragon’s Eye that sits about half way travel from the city. But when you head to the city… you travel along a winding mountain path, and then just as you move over a rise in the path, you can see the city laid out before you. The buildings are larger than anything made by the hands of other species. More graceful too, I would say. There are also a number of waterfalls, of the clearest water you’ve ever seen. All in all, it’s a tall and impressive city.” He paused for a moment, before grinning slightly, “I know that you’re not going to believe me here, but that city… Vorserend it’s called, has stood for millions of years. It’s the oldest city in the world.” He tilted his head slightly, a sudden mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “And of course… being a raven, I can move around and see things other visitors might not.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “Such as their burial grounds. Visitors aren’t allowed anywhere near them, and they guard them quite zealously. I can hardly blame them. I’m not exactly sure how they do this… perhaps some kind of magic but it seems that their bodies turn to some kind of crystal that actually grows into a tree. And the leaves turn into the colour that was their eyes. Their burial ground is a forest of these trees. One of the most breathtaking sights I’ve ever seen in my life. I can’t even find the words to describe it.” He shook his head before giving a helpless shrug, “I think you would like it. They even have a massive library filled with thousands upon thousands of books… Of course, you’d need to learn how to read Eldyrannthian. Not many outsiders can actually speak or read it.”

Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan smiled a little when Luna toyed with the idea of freeing Maed is her soul was being used, or enslaved. She made it sound so easy, but Raeghan knew that it was far easier said than done. As he had been unsuccessful in locating any trace of her within the Spectral Realm, they would have no idea where she ended up unless they found some trail in the material realm and then from there, track it down. And that wasn’t counting any dead ends or false trails. They would certainly need Rayvenne’s help for that. She was an expert tracker, and her ways of finding out information. If anyone could find a trace, it would be her unless Luna had some means to track souls being used for magical purposes. Or, if a spell like that existed in the tome that Maed had left behind, Luna could learn and implement it. He then tilted his head a little when Luna thought that perhaps the dragon might know something. He shrugged one shoulder slightly before replying, “I kind of doubt it. I mean… there are intelligent dragons out there, but the only ones that I know that use magic are the Eldyrannth… and they’re not exactly pure dragons since they have a form much like this one. Although one might describe them more like elves than humans. However those that do magic are exceptionally powerful. But, they also aren’t known for sharing their magic with others, either. So that might be a bit of a dead-end, unless you’re able to convince them to give you some pointers. They do let traders into their City from time to time. Rayvenne and I went there, once...” He shook his head slightly, not even sure he could find the words to describe it, “It’s certainly is unlike anywhere else in the Kingdom and I think convincing them might be a little difficult.”

Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory “She was…” Raeghan couldn’t help but to agree when Luna said that Maed sounded amazing. She was certainly a unique individual. A little similar to Luna in some respects with her curiousity and kind nature. Maed was a little less trusting and naive, though. She had a sharp wit, though, and wasn’t afraid of much. She would even look a King in the eyes and not flinch. She was aware of her own power and was comfortable with it, without flaunting it in peoples faces. She knew when she could show her hand, and when to be discreet. In front of normal people, she wouldn’t show herself as a witch however in front of people like Rayvenne, she was pretty open from the start. But then, Maed was pretty good at being able to judge someone’s character and reading people. It was why she had managed to out-cheat so many people during her visits to various towns and villagers where someone would attempt to undercut her during a tavern game, only for her to turn around and beat them at it. He was brought from his thoughts with what Luna said next. He frowned a little before slowly shaking his head, “I’ve already tried to contact her and I haven’t had any luck, whatsoever. I’ve searched high and low in the spectral realm, but her soul has already moved on it seems. Either she has made peace and moved onto another host to be reborn again, or someone has already taken her soul and used it.” He said, hating himself for those last words. He didn’t like the thought of someone using his old mistress for their own selfish gains. He knew that there were magic users out there, that would use souls and spirits with little regard for any damage they might do. And Maed would have certainly been an enticing one. With how old she was, and her close association with magic, her soul would have been potent. Not as potent as one he had seen in the Spectral Realm, but that was one he had only fleeting glimpses of. He made sure to keep well away from that one, unsure if it was hostile or not. He certainly hoped it wasn’t.

Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan shook his head when Luna asked if it was silly. He was trying to keep his eyes fixed on her face, attempting to ignore her shifting around out of politeness. Despite his request for that night, he was still a gentleman, his manners drilled into him when he was a young human lad. Besides, he was going to be able to take his leisure studying her closely later, and he would certainly wouldn’t want anything spoilt before then, “I don’t think it’s silly in the slightest. Besides, I think you’ve learnt very well.” He commented, glancing around the wagon before he returned his gaze back to the bunny girl, “There are many different ways people get into magic. Maed, for example, got into it from her Aunt. She had seen her aunt cast a spell that made the flowers that Maed was trying to tend, bloom.” He grinned a little at Luna. “But no, I don’t think it’s silly. It’s obvious that pretty much as soon as you started looking into it, you were hooked. And you’re clearly a natural at it. Maed would have loved to have you as a student…” He squinted a little, trying to gauge her age although, as a witch, that was not always easy as there were numerous spells and potions that allowed a witch to greatly extend their lifespan. And due to the differing talent levels between different witches, the spells and potions had different effects. He certainly wasn’t going to come out and ask Luna’s age, as he felt that was extremely rude. Whatever her age, if Maed had known about her, she would have chased Luna around Craethiel, badgering her to become a student of hers.