"Oh, bloody hell, not again..."

Wat Fletcher, world famous actor, was here on the island for a retreat, hoping to get away from his public. Apart from the few classes he was hoping to teach at the Institute, he was promised privacy. Which was quickly and obviously being undermined by the person approaching him now.

"Fine, fine. But I won't be taken out of context, do you hear me? I have some of the best lawyers money can buy. You have five minutes. Go ahead. Ask away..." Wat heaved a sigh, placing his sunglasses over his eyes.

Tae had come back to his master’s home, still a bit messed up by whatever spell he’d gotten hit by.  Pain was pleasure and that was really weird.  He kept biting his lip and moaning though that wasn’t nearly enough.  Maybe his master could help him.

"Divine?" Wat gave a short laugh, then almost felt badly for it. Raziel was perhaps being sincere, but he had to realize how laughable using that particular word was. Wat, afraid of death because he knew there was nothing but hellfire and damnation waiting for him, and Raziel, a being Heaven didn't want and hated for existing.

Tae was settled on a cushion in the playroom, waiting for his master to respond to the tease he’d left with his gifts.   It was oddly fun, waiting in expectation to see how Raziel would respond to the invitation to play.

@professorrosier​ sent...  [ tug ] to roughly grab my muses hair

“You got my attention, Raz...” Wat grunted slightly against the hair pulling, though it barely hurt. He was just being a tease, a sly smile coming to his lips. He kept his head tilted back, in Raziel’s grasp before moving his hands to grasp Raziel’s waist, pulling him forward roughly.

Tae had been wandering around watching the fireworks.  As per the summer requirements, he wore only a speedo.  Eventually, he found Raziel and hurried over to where his sat and plopped onto the ground to snuggle up against the man.  At the moment of contact, pleasure shot through him and he moaned as he very nearly came.

[ left in Rosier's office on his desk ]

Raz,

I'm not sure what exactly has come over you as of late, being sentimental and nice. And the flowers.

I appreciate them very much, but I am starting to wonder if you're feeling at all well...

Dinner would be acceptable and I am grateful for the privacy.

@professorrosier​:

Raziel had taken a few of his students out to the cleaning. The worst students, that he was ready to just throw out of his class. He thought maybe some nature would help them, he ordered them to take some photos and if they impressed him than he would offer than a reward. He stood in the clearing as they quickly ran off to capture the perfect photo.

He was sure he was the only one that noticed the little butterfly that once was a naked woman. He watched her for a moment about to turn away when she flew on his nose. He wrinkled his nose. “ I’ve never seen a lovelier butterfly. “ He complimented.

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The compliment would have normally brought a light flush of pleasure to the slave’s cheeks - if she wasn’t in butterfly form.  Not for the first time, Isabel wished she’d been granted telepathy if only so she could communicate better when she shifted.  Wings gently flapping, she pulled away from the stranger’s nose so she could shift again - this time into a red fox, showing her appreciation for the man’s compliment by threading between his legs in a small figure eight pattern before sitting on her hind legs and beaming up at the man, clearly quite pleased.