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Name: Zeddicus Zulthus Age: 27 Gender: Male Species: Human (Magically Enhanced) Origin: Zeddicus was born into a Noble family of magicians. He was trained by the fines tutors, went to the highest Pedigree of schools for magic users. Some of the friends he made there showed him how to really enjoy life and he far less of a ’stuck up’. He went on to become a teacher at the school and then one of the leading professors. His usual demeanor tends to be Cold, Calculatedly, Logical, with little room for nonsense but under it all is a warm layer of caring and compassion. Height: 6”1’ Weight: 177 Eye Colour: Sky blue Hair Colour: L

“That’s it. Cum with me baby,” Giselle urges, pushing back against his cock with eagerness and abandon. When his hand teased her clit she moaned his name, her juices starting to coat his hand as her climax neared. She never behaved so wantonly before but with Grant it was so easy to surrender. And that’s exactly what she did. “Oh fuck! I’m coming! Grant!” She shouted, her pussy clamping down around his cock, giving him no choice but to spill inside her. She hissed at the sensation of being filled, her whole body trembling as she came before she slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.

Grant knew he wouldn't last long and didn't want to just throw her from one position into the next. He decided to make the most of this. He reached inside her bra and squeezed her breasts, loving that soft flesh in his grasp. He used his other hand to reach into her panties and touch her clit while he pounded her. He kissed her neck while moaning more and more into her ear. "Oh Giselle, I'm gonna cum soon! Oh fuck!" Harder. Faster. Deeper. He contracted his muscles around his cock as much as he could but there was no stopping it.

The way he was ravaging her was almost animalistic. Not that Giselle minded one bit. Her nails scratched uselessly at the stall as Grant drilled into her tight pussy from behind. She let out a few helpless moans, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat as they rutted. The only thing that made this passionate fuck more romantic was his sweet kisses and the way he said her name. It was more than lust in his tone, but affection also. “Yes Grant, Yes!” She cried, squeezing him as the familiar twisting in her lower belly started. She didn’t care if the whole club heard, all that mattered was Grant and her impending climax.

Grant growled and hissed as he pumped her. He was so fucking horny and it had been so long since the last time that the excitement threatened to push him over the edge too soon. He slipped out of her, put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around, pressing her against the wall. He slid inside her again from behind, aligning his hands over top of hers against the wall. He started pumping her again. Hard and deep, but slower now. The brief pause and change of position gave him a reprieve from cumming too soon. He realized he'd been a bit rough and aggressive and wanted to show her he still had sincere affection for her. He kissed he

“Ohhh!” Giselle moaned when Grant’s cock finally penetrated her tight sheath. She threw her head back, arching against the cool gray blue surface of bathroom stall. One leg was propped up on his hip, pulling him close the other barely making purchase on the tile as he fucked her deep, hard and fast in the small stall. He was exactly as she remembered. Huge, and filling her to the brim. Her walls molded to his cock greedily squeezing as he pumped in and out. She had to kiss him again; otherwise her moans would be way too loud. Although if anyone came in it would be impossible for them to not know that they were fucking. Just the thought of get

Grant's heart was aflutter as she led him off the floor. The body tingled in every place she had touched. When she told him what she needed, he forgot every elaborate fantasy he had. Right now, he needed to fuck her too. "I've missed you so much, Giselle." He kissed her deeply as she pushed him inside. Then, he took control and backed her against a wall. "I'm grateful you're wearing heels." He slipped his cock from his pants and lifted her skirt. He pulled her thong aside and placed the tip against her, holding a moment as he looked into her eyes. He was breathing heavily as he slid into her, slowly. He couldn't believe how warm she was insid

“Y-Yesss......” Giselle breathed, her hands clutching onto his shirt, fingers tensing with each word he spoke. Her body was flush and she knew that her panties were damp. “That is exactly what I was thinking. I need you,” She whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw and then pulling away. “Come with me,” She insisted, tugging him towards the ladies room on the far left side of the club. It seemed the fates were in their favor because it was blissfully empty. She turned to him, flashing a grin, “Later, we can take our time. Explore. But right now, I just need you to fuck me Grant.” And then she pounced on him, planting a fierce kiss on his

He clenched his teeth at her teasing. Everywhere she touched seems to send currents through his flesh. He breathed unevenly as he tensed with each lashing of her tongue on his fingers. "How are you sexy, sweet, romantic and slutty all at once?" He leaned past her head, his chest pressing harder against her breasts. The hard studs overtop of the puffy flesh underneath was maddening. "I want to feel those perfect lips around my cock. I want to make your knees weak with fingers, lips, tongue and teeth. I want to take you from my behind and ravage you. I want... I want you. Now." He nipped her ear then brought his face back to look her in the eye

She moaned, almost inaudibly as he teased her. Hearing him say the word salacious was almost as sinful as whatever acts he was imagining. Giselle wanted to bit her lip, but instead nibbled playfully at his finger. Taking his hand she licked his finger and gazed up at Grant with lusty eyes. “Please, tell me. I wonder if they’ll match up to what I’m thinking about?” She grinned at him then although she still had his finger in her mouth, sucking lightly. Releasing him with a pop, she pressed kisses along his palm, her gaze never leaving his. “My thoughts are positively lewd.”

Grant took a deep breath. A sinister grin spread across his face. "Seems like speaking my mind is going really well for me tonight." He curled his fingers under her chin, tracing her jawline lightly. Was she always this beautiful? He reflected on that night many times when he lay awake at night, unbearably horny. Those nights, he would sometimes ask himself if he misremembered how much of an amazing fuck she was. He had to know for sure if his memories we're betraying him. He leaned in towards her, her breasts just ever so slightly pressing into his chest now. "I'm wondering if I should tell you about the salacious things I'm imagining doing

Her face had fallen a bit when he said he missed her touch; thinking that was the only thing he missed. But shortly after she was beaming at the sweet words that left his lips. Giselle regarded him with a warm smile, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I admire you greatly as well. Something about you makes me feel so...entranced. Perhaps I should be afraid, but mostly I just can’t stop desiring more of you.”

Her words and touch left curiously perplexing sensations. The relief he felt at her words made the stress he felt from ghosting her dissipate, like a tight feeling in his chest. But her hands on him only created a new tension as he breathed deep. "I've missed your touch too, Giselle." He smiled warmly, then frowned when he realized what he said. "I'm sorry, I meant I missed you." He felt his cheeks redden and he smiled sheepishly. He ran his fingers along her collarbone, from front to back. "God, you look immaculate. Something about you fills me with admiration. Body, mind and soul in perfect, beautiful balance." He then blushed further when

She might have been worried when he started leading her off the dance floor, but she was equally grateful for the quieter space. And happy to not be packed up against so many other bodies. Although it was an excellent excuse to be close to him. “Just hi?” She asked, smirking now as she caught the hungry gleam in his eyes. Encouraged, she took a step closer, her hands resting on his chest, “I’m going to go ahead and admit it; I’ve missed you, Grant.”

Without the music blaring, he felt the way she moaned more than he heard it. The soft vibrations of her lips was all the confirmation he needed. She still wanted him. He felt fingers of warmth creep into his cheeks. When they broke, he stared at her for a while before swallowing hard. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Her hand still on his, he led her off the dance floor to a quieter space. He faced her and smiled nervously. "Um, hi." As he looked her up and down again, he was more turned on than ever. The shine of sweat on her chest made him want to do salacious things to her.

The moment his lips touched hers; Giselle melted. Moaning as his tongue delved deep into her mouth, caressing her own and sending shivers down her spine. She twisted in his grasp, needing to kiss him more directly. Her body crushing to his and both arms hooked around his neck. She knew she probably shouldn’t be doing this, but it was too late to play coy now. With one kiss she had confirmed something she knew all along- she missed him. Missed this. Finally she had to part for air, her chest rising and falling quickly as she gasped for air.

Her gentle touch on his wrist set off something in his mind. They were in that bar again, each provoking the other to see how far things would go. This dance was heating up more and more. He was aching for a sign that he should continue. He decided to test the waters. The fingers on one of his hands reached up and grazed her throat as he put them against her cheek, turning her head to face him as he leaned forward and brought his mouth to hers, his tongue slipping inside the moment they touched.

For a moment she thought he might kiss her and Giselle her head to make it easier. But then his lips found a different target and she sighed softly as they landed on her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut briefly to savor the moment but it didn’t last long at all. Still, she encouraged Grant, her hands covering his, stroking his wrist fondly. Her rear end actively rubbing against his growing bulge. She wanted him again. There was no denying it, but she was afraid to be the one that initiated things that far. Maybe this was just a dance to him....?

Grant's lips curled into a grin at her comments. He reflected how they were also doing a different dance at the same time. Each was provoking the other with their words, movements, looks and touches. As Grant hit on her, she flirted in kind. One would show self consciousness and the other would reassure. One would advance, and the other would step into the cut. The tension was building and building, in parallel to the tight feeling of his swelling cock inside his dress pants, something Giselle was no doubt feeling against her rear as she ground on him. His grip was gentle but every now and then, he'd give her a squeeze, using his strength to

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Giselle admonished, smiling back. “Besides, from what I remember you certainly know how to use your hips.” She grinned at him flirtatiously, before pulling away and instead dancing with her back turned to him. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips. Her body pressed close to his. “Remember?” She purred, reaching up to stroke his cheek, her head twisted slightly so she could see him.

Grant breathed in sharply as Giselle advanced on him. The way she moved was hypnotizing. "I only promise to try," he matched the movement of her hips, staying on the balls of his feet as he watched her closely. He shot a look over his shoulder to his female friends who were nodding and cheering him on from their table. His eyes returned to Giselle as he put his hands on her bare hips and gasped. He'd forgotten how hot her flesh felt. The slight sheen of sweat on her body made her immaculate skin come to life underneath the neon lights. As her hips ground against him, he savoured every vibration. As he started to grasp the effect she was havin

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“Swing dance and jazz?!” She questioned with a teasing grin. He continued to surprise her. “That’s interesting. I might have to see that sometime,” Giselle added noncommittally. And when Grant showed his appreciation for her simple moves she decided to turn up the heat. She reached out and smoothed her hand over his lilac shirt, sliding up until she had an arm around his neck, the other rubbing his shoulder as she ground against him. “Think you can keep up?” Gigi challenged.

Wait a minute. Organically, he followed. His movements were quite fluid, though there was clearly some nervousness in his eyes. Despite that, he kept pace with her. "Sorry if I look confused, I'm used to doing swing dance and jazz", he called out over the music as he watched her body move. He quickly saw the sensuality in her movements. He found himself biting his lip as he followed suit, amazed by her poise and grace in those heels. Meanwhile, he was already sweating. Was it from the heat or his nerves? He couldn't say. "Damn, you are good!"

Dance? The question caught her off guard, as well as the slightest bow of his head. Was he always so charming? She told herself to say no and politely excuse herself, but somehow she found herself taking his hand. “Yes, I’d love to dance,” Giselle answered breathily, wincing inwardly at how eager she sounded. “I’m an excellent dancer so just follow my lead,” she added, trying to gain back some control. She drained the last of her drink and set it down, her hand tugging at his as she sashayed onto the dance floor. Her body was a bundle of nerves but it was too late to back out now. Once they were on the floor she met Grant’s gaze and started w

The wink made him back off. She still wants me. His bold move had served its purpose. His warm smile turned sinister. "Oh, I don't think it's a waste at all. You look magnificent." Now that he was up close, he could really take in her outfit. Strappy heels, bold fishnets, slits in her knee length skirt, and this incredible top that accentuated her chest perfectly. "Would you want to dance? I'll warn you I'm not the best at it." He held out his hand and inclined his head slightly, almost like he was bowing. It looks like a supplicating gesture. But really, he was dangling a hook in front of her, with himself as bait. He favoured her with a win

“I’m.....out with friends too. One of my best friends just got married so we single gals are out on the prowl tonight,” Giselle joked, hoping he couldn’t see how his closeness was effecting her. How was it that he could take her from cold to hot in mere seconds? She took an involuntary step back as he closed the gap between them. This close she could smell his cologne. God, he smelled good. Clearing her throat, she smiled at his compliment, ignoring the sudden flush in her body from the way his eyes raked over her figure. It was making her think of how his hands felt. “Thank you. I figured I should either go bold or go home. Although I was be

His self-consciousness evaporated. His nervous smile turned into a warm one. He gazed approvingly at her outfit a few short seconds. His eyes met her and he smiled. "I'm out with some friends from work. What brings you out?" He put his hand on the bar behind her, this posture closing the gap between them ever so slightly. He was getting in her personal space, his chest inches from her ample bosom, highlighted by the studded bra she wore. He had no intention of kissing her or making physical contact but this bold stance would allow him to gauge if he still lit a fire in her. "You look amazing, by the way." His eyes fluttering downward again, t

Here she was, out again with her friends. Months after her random romp with the intelligent, blue eyes wonder named Grant. Despite the fact that he lived in her building she had successfully managed to avoid him after their trust. Not that it had been too difficult. Giselle has been busy in the last few months. Not just school but also in her personal life. A friend of hers was getting married and she was the maid of honor. That meant a lot of planning and extra time away from home. Perfect for running away. Because that’s exactly what she was doing. Running. Why else would she avoid someone with such charm and obvious good looks? Becau

Months later, Grant found himself at a club at the insistence of his work colleagues. He had ingratiated himself with three young women at the magazine he'd begun working at. They insisted he come out to have some fun and be on hand in case any undesirable men decided to put the moves on them so he could swoop in and pretend to be their boyfriends. Dressed in a lilac dress shirt and tight but stretchy gray dress pants that showed off his toned thighs and ass, he cut a fairly handsome figure, though his confidence was somewhat undercut by being out of his element. Nevertheless, he took a seat with his three lady friends and scanned the ba

@YokoYamichi Lollipop: "oh no there's no fee. All you have to do is sign your name in the guest book and I will give you a key to your room." He smiles happily at her @onearmeddruid Suddenly there is a knock on the door. A staff member is heard outside pleading with someone. "No, Miss Bubblegum! You can't! Miss Mint is busy with a guest! You have to..." she is cut off as another voice is heard. Bubblegum: "Mint! I have business to discuss and now! Don't make me wait to long or I can't promise I won't get bored and start bully your cute little employee that's trying her best to get in my way!" Staff girl: "Wait, what!?

Name: Yuumi Faust Age: 20 Gender: Female Species: Witch/Human Origin: Born to a noble bloodline of magic users, Yuumi was trained from birth to eventually work as a specialist operative for the main coven in her world, The Grand Order. She is widely skilled in a variety of magic but is especially talented in potion making, transformation spells and black magic. She is so used to living in a world mainly populated by humans it has become second nature for her to try and hide her magical abilities. She loves exploring and loves a bit of mischief. Height: 5’9’’ Weight: 134lbs Eye Colour: Ocean Blue with a hint of sparkles Ha