“The light Shall Bring All Home!”

That was reason enough for Flins to not only have a day off from daily patrol but take this leisurely break by having a little 'fun' with his dearly beloved that has come to visit his home.

Although, alone was an understatement, considering the fae had an additional visitor/acquaintance. Still, his focus is purely tasked on pleasing his boyfriend, teasing bare body here and there.

As for the impromptu visitor, he was welcome to settle his own growing urges from merely watching two men going at it on the bed.

Meanwhile, the said visitor was fighting a losing battle against his urges but he did not want to ruin the two individuals’ moment of intimacy. He moved his ear feathers to shield his reddened face as he only got acquainted with the two Lightkeepers, his halo flickering in attune with his emotions.

He has to hide away, to keep such thoughts out from his usually pure mind. He wasn’t one to simply act on desire, he never fully experienced things like this as most were merely pushed aside due to his uptight duty as head of the Family/Order back in Penacony.

The Halovian now remains silent, keeping to him throughout this all.

There is a mischievous smile gracing the fae once he notice how easily flustered the latter man became. ''Oh?, should i not be doing so?'', and yet, clearly, Flins is still poking around the navel, occasionally making circle-like motion with a gloved finger.

It was no different than giving a massage.

“…haaa Flins p-please…why are you s-suddenly targeting that spot…?”

He softly asks, his hands gripping their arms for support as the feeling within was growing. He shouldn’t be reacting to this, why is his body not resisting? Why does it surprisingly feels good?

Don't mind Flins, he's just going to prod at the exposed belly button, keeping the other from hiding that navel with his shirt.

Huh, how adorably squishy for someone who is rather built.

“…f-flins, what are you d-doing??”

''And here i was under the impression this was solely about us two, oh how wounded i am'', he was clearly fooling around. Please do not take this seriously.

Then, of course, the sensation far from go under the radar. It almost felt like gripping a velvety cushion with one's entire palm of hand. ''Oh?'', hmm, where was it again?.

Flins rolled his hips to let his manhood bury a little further, trying to find that opportunity once more.

Hmm, no, not here.

Not this one either.

He gives it another quick thrust & sure enough, there it was, that particular spot Illuga tried to hide, if to no avail. ''Let's see now...'', the fae thrust again, gauging the other's reaction. At the same time though, if the nonhuman recalls, there is a very specific turn of phrase that people typically use to render someone completely hopeless.

He felt his insides being moved ever so slightly before feeling the other’s shaft finding that spot he was trying desperately to hide away, his head moved back as he couldn’t contain his sounds for much longer as he struggles to speak properly.

“…f-flins…ahhh…t-there…haaaaah right there…”

He manages to get out, a bit of drool going down the right side of his lips as he adjusted his hips for them to continue. The burning sensation within his abdomen growing as more sounds rang out, he didn’t want this feeling to end.

He felt more of the thrusts, his walls stretching as he tries to relax his tense muscles. This was insane, it felt like a fire was there but not? He didn’t know how to to fully describe it, it was amazing.

''No, no. That's not the point, the point is, you should think about yourself in this situation'', while there was no reason for him to feel bad, who goes around undressing in front of a young lady?. Well, alright, she is technically older than this human, as are the majority of non-humans.

As for a changing room, there is literally a panel indicating such space, several to choose from even.

Were Illuga to go in and try some things that seemed to have caught Flins's interest, the shop's clerk turns to whom appears to be still looking at some items & their costs.

Illuga was now in the changing room as he was given the various style of clothing to try on once he apologized to the woman, he was changing out of his tattered ones and into the suggested set, he could hear various voices speaking to one another. Was Flins and the woman having a conversation?

Seems like it, he wasn’t one to pry for most conversations as it would be rude to listen into ones that may not concern you.

However, his curiosity was getting the better of him so he tries to get the clothes on while his ears listened. He hoped that they didn’t know he was being curious, he didn’t want to anger anyone.

The fey looks over at the new face. A young face. Well… everyone is young to the one who’s been around over 3,000 years. His head tilts as he offers a slight smile.

Illuga was scouting the lands to make sure the Wild Hunt wasn’t stirring up any trouble, however, the more he looked around was when he wondered if he was still in his homeland anymore.

His trusted messenger bird Aedon glowed like a beacon of light as he chirped upon noticing someone approaching, the bird swooped back to the ratnik before taking refuge in their lantern as Illuga focused his sights on who was coming his way.

He was relieved that it wasn’t someone affected by the Wild Hunt as he would then reply to answer their question.

“My apologies there Sir as I didn’t mean to disturb you or anyone, I’m just scouting the lands to make sure of no danger. I hope that you don’t mind and ahh, the question of helping is appreciated though I am capable of handling most of the danger.”

He replies with a polite bow of his head, giving a small smile.

Clearly Flins has no intentions to delve into this tale.

Meanwhile, at the sight of what the other was doing, Nephele quickly put down the set of fries intended for Illuga, where its safe from falling over.

''Wait wait wait wait, what are you doing?!'', there is urgency in her voice as arms flails briefly.

Why is he taking off the shirt now?!.

''We have a changing room right there, don't make this any more uncomfortable for yourself'', she tells to him, expression on the flustered side. Thank god the boss is busy otherwise she'd be in trouble for causing such a scene.

She straighten up, '' but yeah, when i say the whole set, i mean everything''.

As if on cue, Flins interject;

He looked for the nearest clothing changing rooms as he spoke, cheeks still slightly flushed.

“My deepest apologies miss as I didn’t mean to act so boldly here with my clothes, I guess it’s best to seek out a changing room as privacy is a must. I hope you can forgive me, I didn’t mean any ill will and also didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

He bowed his head to her, his cheeks still rosy as he thanked Flins for helping out there before anything else happened.

With a blank yet judgemental stare, Nephele glanced over to the man, who is already back to picking random assortments of clothes so the other can try these on. ''Mister Flins, you didn't tell your new friend to go tussle with a bear like you do with any easy pickings?'', she was a little familiar with how the aforementioned entertain himself.

The man in long coat simply dismiss the whole thing with a; ''goodness no. I could never endanger such a fellow young man''.

Part of her is not entirely convinced but there is more important to be doing than pry into stuffs. ''Well, here you go anyways, fries for you'', the cat-like being grab a whole set of fries from under the service's desk.

A bear?! Okay, now Illuga was looking up at Flins, wondering what they meant by that before looking back at the woman speaking.

“Ahh thank you and alright, I shall remove my shirt and such. Umm, do you need the pants too or are these fine? Also thank you for the fries as that’s really of you, greatly appreciated.”

He spoke softly as he then uses his cloak to take off some of his tattered clothes, he still had his pants on which seemed to be fine, just slightly dirty by the looks of it.

He blushed a little before he was handed some fries which he bows his head in thanks for, one could notice the various scars that covered parts of his body which included the rather horrid one that stretched from his neck to his left shoulder.

That one held a deep story to it for sure, he was hesitant to tell it though if the scar was questioned but he knew that many eyes be on it.

Most that know him knew that he was usually a brave, calm and collective soul but the reason for his overall nervousness and such was due to the trauma he had endured as that can really take a toll on one’s psyche and demeanour as a whole.

Turns out, Flins is already feets away, perusing items on display. The sight was not alike a small child walking into a store full of sweets and baked goodies.

Meanwhile, the clerk..., is the clerk snacking on the job?, yup.

With a fry clasped between teeths, green hues stared at him.

''Mmmh?'', did they need help already with something?, was Illuga expecting some form of introduction?.

Nephele just slurp that fry like one would to a wiggly noodle, then say something afterwards. ''You need something?, i got fries to spare if you want some, or if you need clothing repairs just say the word''.

That seems to catch Flins's attention, ''repairs would be a wise decision to make'', but well, the final say belongs to who he brought here to begin with.

Illuga blushes a little as attention was now on him, he sweat dropped once he realized the man who was accompanying him was further away and looking at the various displays, he gulped once more before trying to speak once a suggestion was met.

“…o-oh, my apologies there miss, clothing repairs might be the best as my current ones are pretty tattered. I’m sorry if bothering much, you seem busy with your food though the offer of some fries is much appreciated…”

He spoke before at the mere mention of food, his stomach growled. His face instantly turns red from pure embarrassment as he tries to collect himself to speak, bowing his head.

“…ahhh I’m so sorry for that just now as I didn’t mean for my stomach to sound off like that I swear, please forgive me.”

He replied, biting his bottom lip at what he had just done. He was supposed to be a well mannered royal, not someone who just allows certain sounds and such to be noticed without properly excusing one’s self. He was currently a mix of emotions: wonder, curiosity, fear and nervousness which was understandable given his position.

''Hm, more or less the equivalent of such primordial being but if it is easier on you, then yes, you may refer her Majesty as such'', in a certain angle, it was not a bad assumption, this much Flins can agree on. ''She made the entire forest that seperate beasts and humans, all that from scratch'', additional words he didn't mind sparing Illuga with.

To the dutiful guardian, calling the Queen 'Mother Nature' to her face, one is bound to only be met with smiles rather than wrath. Beside, the very idea she'd get angry, seems so... impossible.

He turns again, this time to open the store's door. The little bell above the entrance rattles some, if to warn the clerk. ''Hell-'', ugh that bell, it cut her off again.

She can never get used to it, sometimes.

Time to try again.

''Welcome to Webbed Couture'', if the outdoor, spiderweb shaped logo, had been anything to go off of. Huh, for a clothings shop, it is unbelievably spacious, everything for purchases were on the walls rather than standing racks.

What kind of boss would need this much space?

But that is most definitely a cat lady.

Illuga takes note of learning this as he shall remain on good graces with her Majesty as he was always one to show manners to all, as they neared the entrance and were entering, he took note of the sign and its spider web design as that raises many questions.

He looked around at the various clothes on display as each looked to be hand crafted with care and dedication well, he smiles at this before noticing someone speaking out.

“…o-oh….u-ummm….”

He kept the hood over his head due to fear before taking note of their kind voice, his eyes blink as he would look up at Flins to see if they will reply as he was still nervous when in a new area.

''I must apologize but the very notion seems inconceivable to me, how could her Majesty ever treat you any different?. Beside, she does not dwell in the castle, for she preside over the forest. Think of her as what you humans would call Mother Nature''.

Over the countless centuries he has come to know her, Flins holds nothing but good things to utter about the Queen, that extend to the Dragon King himself.

From the way he'd go on and tell this to Illuga, its clear that monarchy here seemed a far cry different than what the human noble is familiar with.

Though Flins can hear people in the backdrop, the majority, outside some fangirling villagers at the sight of the so called Guardian, were minding their businesses. Unless spoken to, it was like Illuga didn't even exist to them.

Illuga perked up once he was informed that the queen Flins was referring to was Mother Nature, his eyes widen to this realization as he nods before walking further with them towards the shop.

He readjusted the hood on his cloak as he could hear people in the background just as Flins did, he gulped as he was unsure how others would react to seeing his eyes due to the unique eye color so that’s why the hood was down over part of his face.

He walks with them towards the entrance, darting his head around before taking a breath. He was nervous to walk into the place but little did he realized, he was about to be in a world of chaos with the clothing choices, he better brace himself.

He could hear some tiny birds chirping in the trees around this place, some singing in song and others chatting with several others. The young noble always adored nature and its serenity, the fresh breeze greeting his face as if it was trying to tell him that everything was alright and then no one was going to hurt him.

''Indeed. Were it not for her Majesty's wisdom and decision, both sides would have suffered insurmountable losses since time long ago, that is why the 'cursed forest' exist. It is peace at the cost of letting monsters with a territory of their own''.

''But rest assured, rarely do they ever breach throught to run amok'', to say nothing of the Queen's powers and how adaptable the people of the Beastfolk Kingdom are in dealing with threats.

Stopping at a stone gate, with the village in view by now, one can't help but get a strange feeling from the gate's statues above. Were those dragon heads....alive? ''Help me?, surely not with my job?, if so i am afraid that i must decline so readily, it is not for me to decide as i'm sure you understand''.

While Flins did not choose this safeguarding duty, it would be cruel alltogether to turn his back on the people, the Forests Queen most of all.

He gulped before walking into the village as he perks up to their words, he knew that his mind holding many questions be noticed.

“I understand, completely valid and ahh…guess it was noticed by my face that I have questions. I was wondering, if we meet the Queen and with me being human, I wouldn’t looked down upon will I…? I’m sorry if my mind is getting the better of me for asking this suddenly, you don’t have to answer…”

He slowly asked, gulping a little as he felt like there were many eyes on him despite the tranquility here. This was sadly due to his trauma as it tends to cling to you over the years, if he was suddenly hugged, he would flinch but would apologize for it.

''While i did take up residency, i could hardly call myself a 'resident'. Guardian on the other hand, i am but a man duty-bound to safeguard the people i belong to, as is decreed by the Queen'', and he's been doing so for centuries now. So it became a part of Flins's day-to-day, something he has no objections about.

Its not that he didn't care about the humans traipsing these wretched woods but they'd sooner run away from him than accept help. And that alone is oft the cause of their death or if they do manage to survive at certain costs. Something Illuga likely saw time and time again; gravely wounded soldiers, adventurers whispering nonsense on loop, changes in temperament, etc.

He could see the imposing castle in the distance carved into a great mountain as well as the huge towers standing proudly, he wondered if they were part of the destination they were heading towards. His heart and mind raced with endless questions but his lips dared not move to speak out said questions, instead, he replies to their words.

“…you were decreed by the Queen to safeguard? I see, that’s a high honour for such a man. I commend your services Sir Flins, you have a kind heart as you have aided me. I thank you for this, if you ever find yourself in harm’s way, please, don’t be afraid to call me to lend aid to you.”

He speaks as he looked at them, his unique eye colors shining in the bright sun to his words.