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When the magic finally recedes, it doesn’t leave emptiness, it leaves afterlight. We lie tangled, barely breathing, our bodies humming like vessels too full to still. Sweat cools slowly on my skin, and where our chests touch, I feel not just heartbeat, but resonance. Something new hums inside us, like a chord struck too deep to fade. The runes have gone quiet. They no longer glow, but they have changed, melted, rearranged themselves into a symbol that wasn’t there before. Neither of us recognizes it, and yet… we know it. It’s us. It is our bond. It is not a word, nor a name. It is a mark, burned not into our skin, but into our existence.

It doesn’t stop. The magic doesn’t peak and fade, like I was taught. It builds, and builds, and builds. We are joined, physically, completely, and yet the leyline’s current does not quiet. It floods through me in waves, not unlike pleasure, not unlike pain. It’s raw and primal and infinite. It doesn’t just touch us, it reworks us. I feel it in my marrow, in the smallest pulses behind my eyes. I feel it in the place where he fills me and the way my body grips him in return, tight, involuntary, needing. I gasp into his shoulder, nails curling against the sculpted plane of his back. His skin is slick, not with sweat, but with light, th

His skin is fire beneath my palm… not heat, exactly, but presence. It is like touching something forged, something meant to be. My hand is still on his chest, right over the sigil carved into his flesh years before I knew his name. I can feel his pulse under it, steady, reluctant, but willing. The magic wants more. It pulses around us, through us. The runes on the floor are no longer humming, they are thrumming, impatient. The walls of the sanctum breathe with light, like a great lung has filled and now waits for release. The air shivers, and so do I. We’ve crossed the first veil, mind to mind, memory to memory, but the ritual is in

Was something happening? They seemed to be getting a little more excited, but were they going to do it there, or try to sneak away? It made the question of whether or not to undress more all the more difficult. Of course there was nothing wrong with moving around half naked, or completely naked. But carrying her clothes around would be a pain and she could not be certain no one would steal some or all of it, if she just left it there. What to do? What to do? If they moved, Ryoko could only hope they stayed in sight. Being invited to join in would be great sure, but that was likely too much to expect. She could only hope one or both w

((Hhhoooooohhh boy! I am really sorry about this wait, I didn't mean to make you wait nor did I not mean to not communicate my situation to you. I'm hoping you're still interested in this RP?))

Possible, but unlikely then. A shame. I guess? Not that it matters. Of all places I am absolutely, positively not going to be losing my virginity here! That's just! I would never live that down! It's too weird! Right? And to a stranger of all things! There was a romantic idea, one she had read about and watched, the sort of thing found in books or manga or shows or movies. One dated. Engaged romantically. It took a long time and then something special happened between two people who knew each other really well. That was the proper way to do it. If she could choose then that was how she would do it. The romantic aspect alone made her year

"Oh, come on, you have got to be messing with me now..." Evi wasn't just playing the part of a cat due to her ears and tail, she almost seemed to actually be a cat. Predatory creatures who knew how to play with their food when they set their sights in something, and now Dalton had inadvertently done that. On the other hand... It was fun to see! If she was a sign of what animal-like people could be going forward, then life truly would never be the same. Still, it was difficult to tell if she was either truly new to all of this or- No, wait, the way her tail flicked... No, she was just messing with him! He should have seen it coming, given how