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"Why would you be my ruin, lady?" he soothed, a lecherous smile on his face as he turned to her. "I am the avatar of all chaos. I unravel. I corrupt." He ran a claw up her neck. "And you like it."

“I am goodness and I am rebirth, I am the opposite end of the spectrum from you, despite us desiring each other,” she answered truthfully, not tensing or flinching at his touch around her neck. “Yes, I enjoy laying with you and speaking philosophically with you,” she confirmed for him, leaning down and kissing his scales affectionately, eyes flickering up to Chaos’s when she reached the ‘v’ of his groin. “Do you wish for me to…?” she trailed off, the act considered holy and revenant in Lunaruz, yet she was offering a heretic god her body.

"I think you are one of the gentlest souls I've ever known, Aislin," he whispered, his hands clammy as they glided over hers.

“You are far too sweet to me, Martin,” Aislin responded gently, letting him hold their hands and turning them so she was lacing their fingers together in a gentle yet intimate manner. “I can give and take life, yet…I do my best to stay gentle and kind,” she confessed, bending down with Martin and showing him how she could revive a dying flower he’d accidentally stepped on, it reaching toward the sun once more.

Nothing had prepared her for what was waiting on her behind bars and chained up. "There's no way." - Ruby breathed out as she approached it, big green eyes staring back. The girl shivered in her night gown, fingers reaching out for the bars ever so careful. "I mean no harm, it's alright."

Sebastian looked up from the book his clawed hangs held, hearing Ruby’s voice and his eyes widening in alarm, dropping the book and staying as still as possible as to not incite fear in Ruby. “And I mean you none,” a growling-adjacent noise left Sebastian’s muzzle. “I apologize for us meeting like this,” he apologized, looking down with guilt in his eyes.

“I understand, and swear I won’t be shady or anything untoward like that. You don’t deserve that,” Aveline informed Elias, taking one of his hands and holding it to the center of her chest so he could feel her heartbeat staying steady in her honesty. At his possessive words, Aveline couldn’t help but blush and look flustered for a moment despite her usual composure, nodding. “As long as you’re mine as well, once I earn that right again,” she responded after regaining her cool. Stepping closer, Aveline stood on her toes and kissed the brunet’s cheek chastely. “I haven’t been with anyone in the time since we were last together, if that matters,” she confessed sheepishly, giving him an embarrassed smile.

"right." he says with an exhale. she shouldn't make promises so quick, letting her take his hand, placing it over her chest. feeling the soft beating of her heart against his palm. "as long as you don't break me, i think we'll be fine. it does matter, i thank you for telling me -- it's important to know. well, i was too preoccupied with writing music for me to even consider hooking up with people." dropping his hand from her chest to curl around her waist, bringing her closer until the space between was no more. "hopefully he finds out soon, otherwise i might just beat him up until his understands." throwing a playful warning. "i don't want to get to that point but i will if i have to."

"I came to check on you." Alexandrei said as he stood in the doorway of her home. "I haven't heard anything from you so I just wanted to make sure that you were safe."

“Alex, you’re too kind, and compassionate. I merely was giving myself time to rest and recuperate,” Relta explained, holding an old robe of Enzo’s that still smelled of his cologne. “Come in, out of the heat,” she instructed him, offering her arm to link his with. “I have tea brewing, as my doctor doesn’t want me drinking coffee and of course alcohol is off the table,” she chuckled softly, though her ribs ached from her injury.

" would you stay and sit with me for a little bit? "

”Is everything alright? Just want company?” he asked, tucking a stray lock of his overgrown hair behind his ear as they sat next to her, offering a hand to hold if she so desired. “Life’s been rough lately, hasn’t it?” he asked, his tone of voice gentle and comforting, despite his apparent youth. “Just…tell me to shut up or how I can help,” they requested of her.

“You have returned! I was fearful you wouldn’t,” Aislin confessed to her knightly lover, knowing Y/M by their gait from a good deal of distance. Kissing them through their visor, Aislin’s slip fell down slightly, reaving her cleavage slightly. “I missed you, and you recall what I promised you upon your return, I hope?” she whispered into their ear, smiling playfully despite being rather nervous for laying with them would be…a new experience. Stepping back slightly, she let any remaining garments fall from her form, only pearl earrings remaining as she undid her hair from its updo and let it fall in waves over her breasts and back. “I am yours, from this night forth,” she swore, having the authority as crown princess to bless even her own union.

He gazed at her lovingly and reverently, a resounding 'ting' sounding from his armor. He removed his helmet, smiling to her with a steady contingent of the teeth he'd left with. "Would you want me as I am now? Covered in what I can only assume to be a mix of my blood and the blood of those who tried to keep me from you? Because I think sharing a bath with you would be heaven on earth."

“I will also fund your investment in better armor,” she added thinking aloud, “I don’t want the man I am to spend my life with dying early on me, especially if preventable.”

He nodded, removing his armor and the undergarments below: tunic, breeches, etcetera. "Your generosity knows no bounds, and I look forward to repaying your kindness. Especially with your favorite; the oral sex. I do like how good I am at pleasing you between your legs with my tongue.

”I’m not being generous—oh!” Aislin’s face turned bright red, biting her lower lip nervously. “Much as I adore when you do that, you need rest after getting walloped on,” she informed him, folding her arms over her chest stubbornly and in hopes it’d keep her from breaking down and ‘allowing’ Tyson to pleasure her.

Everyone else had told her not to move to NYC. Not to start dancing at The Avenue. But that had been what had saved her. Saved her and still does from her grief swallowing her whole. "Being 'normal' is overrated, anyway." At least, Lisa thinks so. The norm never changes, after all. And wouldn't it be so boring if everyone was the same? No, the world is much more exciting as it is. With tons of different people living their different lives.

”You sound like me trying to inspire my students,” Sebastian mused, rather entertained by Lisa’s words sounding so similar to his own. “I guess if I’d say the same, then I agree with you,” he added with a chuckle, nodding and then sitting down at the table across from her, holding a surprisingly frozen coffee drink that he wouldn’t call real coffee due to its ratio with sugar and milk. “NYC is fascinating, yet I’ve always felt like I’ve been in this protective bubble since being employed in the city,” he confessed. “So, who are you trying to prove wrong?” Sebastian asked, half teasing.

“My momma died before she could impart any life lessons, but my daddy told me to go after what I want,” Aveline commented, stepping toward Gabe and away from his bike, looking up at him with a playful, seductive expression on her face. She reached up, taking his cigarette from him, taking a drag and then offering it back to him. “Nice taste,” she exhaled downward, not wanting to make Gabe cough.

Gaze moved behind her as she strode forward, quick to check his bike or what he could see of it. His attention was pulled back to her as fingers reached up, plucking cigarette from his grasp and expression darkened slightly. "Well you keep listenin to advice like that and you just may lose a finger darlin." He glanced away for a moment, shaking his head before eyes landed back on her. Gabe said nothing instead taking a quick pull from cigarette before dropping it and crushing it beneath his heel. "Not even my right hand touches my bike and no one touches my smokes. So you're gonna need one hell of a reason for bein here right now with all this," he gestures vaguely to her, "attitude."

Despite her demand to stop smiling, it didn't fade. His eyebrows furrowed in faux confusion. With the hand he caught in her strike, he used her earlier momentum to pull her in closer to him. "You wouldn't liken fighting to dancing?" He asked. "I'd say they're quite similar. It's all in the technique and motion after all." He knew a part of her wanted to see him train in his natural state with her, but why would he waste an opportunity to mess around with the princess while having enough plausible deniability?

"That never stopped me before," he growled as he entered the shower. As he did so, his lips collided with hers, and a devilish grin resurfaced. "Oops," Ethan purred, "where are my manners?"

Nick got up from his seat and walked over to his front door after he heard a knock. He didn't bother to check who it was through the peephole. He figured whoever it was knew who he was, and by proxy knew about his nudist lifestyle. He opened the front door, his cock hanging between his legs and smiled. "Hey there! I wasn't expecting any company."

“Hey, Nick,” Avelin began,, managing to keep her gaze locked with his, even if to an uncomfortable amount of time for it to feel natural or organic. She wanted to respect him, and that meant not ogling his heavy hanging cock when saying hello. “I just wanted to offer you the book you commented on me reading the other day. Unlike libraries, I don’t have a due date,” she smiled warmly, offering a cheesy yet thrilling rom-com type book to Nick. “I’d love to. hear how you like it,” she grinned wider, taking the moment of Nick glancing at the book cover to glance at what he was packing and biting her lower lip appreciatively. Her gaze immediately snapped up to his when he stopped looking at the book, eyes dazzling and sparkling with playfulness.

"It happens. Ain't gotta apologize none for it, you want somethin' to settle your nerves? I got a fresh pitcher of iced peach tea," he offers, thumb jerking toward the fridge of this kitchen he'd found her in.

She felt borderline protective of him, despite his energy suggesting that he was not exactly human. “I’d really appreciate that, actually, I’ve never had peach tea,” she confessed, curious about the taste if her companion recommended it.

Orla spun around to see her….kind of…girlfriend, the beautiful ginger still in their shared hotel bed. ‘Lil, you’re ruining my surprise,” she pouted, showing Lily her phone, having an order for two breakfasts to be brought up to their room by room service. “I wanted to surprise you with a nice breakfast being ready and warm when you woke up,” Orla confessed, not usually being such a romantic. “I was just going to put the doorknob hook to ‘open’ rather than ‘do not disturb’,” she explained before crawling back into bed with Lily and pulling her into an amorous embrace.

Watching her return to the bed, crawling towards her Lily smiled making room for before happily taking her into her arms. As soon as she was able she peppered kisses onto the other woman's cheeks. "I think it can wait a second," she insisted brightly in between kisses.