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| − | == Welcome to the Heaven House! ==
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| − | The Boil...
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| − | After conflicts of Gods and Demons.
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| − | Moon walks, seeing the scars... walking down from the Walls of Highlane, he sees the great gate, and the entrance of the Boil shaken by Obsidian's shockwaves - and the red spots from the Dead Hand's massacre that could not be washed away. Hard to wash away so much blood... and the dog could smell it in the air. Walking deeper into the Boil, past the Clock Tower... he saw the gangs in the street, their many facets. Some helping out, being security and cleanup for shops and organizations such as Eir... and those that are scavenging and looting on those places Iria's people can't look at all the time. Of course, there are the third type - the ones Iria had taken in, new soldiers, shaving and putting on the uniforms.
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| − | Walking into the Red Lantern district, he caught the scents.
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| − | And as always, their scent mingled with those of the Heaven House... but he could recognize them even through the scent of sweat and perfume of the House of Heavenly Pleasures. Which was now.... where Niremar had fallen. A great building that seemed to spring there overnight... a building made of very resilient earth, already with the statues of the Lover in front of it... and a certain... heat, he could sense within...
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' ''More shit changes, more it stays the same... ''
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| − | Standing outside the new Heaven House, Moon craned his neck to stare upwards at it's peek, hand over his brow to guard it from the pale glare of the sun. He ''guessed'' it was a better house than the last one. Would sure as shit be harder to burn down. And at least it still ''smelled'' like home. Still, would take a little getting use to.
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| − | A lot of things would. A lot of things hadn't even ''begun'' to change.
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| − | ''Time ta have a talk with some folk... ''
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| − | Moon spat into his palm and slicked back his hair, before pulling a bandana out of his pocket and securing it over his head. He flipped up his collar, shook out his shoulders, took in a deep breath, and put his eyes into the meanest glare he could. Then, he headed for the door.
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| − | "Hey!" he shouted as he stormed into the Heaven House. "I'm lookin' for some fuckin' useless punks who I heard hung 'round this dive! Supposed ta be some'a the ugliest fuckers alive, ya seen 'um?"
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| − | '''Heaven! House! Girls!: ''' The first thing to catch Moon's eye as he stormed into the house was all that was the same. Tapestries. Incensers. Dresses. Paintings. All things that should have been burnt with the old House of Heavenly Pleasures were there, waving to an old friend. ''Lovers by the Forge and Smokes of Passion'' were there in the walls, with its lascivious scenes that Vivian insisted were high art full of subtler meanings, and where the Pack only saw sex. There was the Sparrow Tepestry that the girls bought together for Red Sparrow Song - a beautiful mesh of reds, some deep enough to be black, and that was actually a gift found with the Glass Spider as an intermediary - and which Vivian let stay in the front hall, much to Sparro's smugness, due to the colors and the way the birds symbolized passion in the way they had been woven. There was the incenser into the form of a dragon, which Kyrie Est Lowen had bought and swore on her mother's honor it was from the Realm. Of course, she never spoke of her mother otherwise...
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| − | The second thing was the new. The statues, scandalous. Scenes of orgis, scenes of bondage, murals and statues moved around the front hall... and the shiniest rubies Moon had ever seen graced some of them. And in the middle of the room, a pure piece of Yasal, sculpted as a yellow dragon coiled around a woman, seemed to draw the whole room, and emanate... something. Something very warm. Around it, more statues, almost as if it was a font. And a font it was... of sorts.
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| − | And then, the fact every girl there, still on that moment in the afternoon where most of them are painting their nails, choosing clothes and laughing together on the front hall, turned to look at him... and smiles lit on their faces, like sun and stars and all constellations formed there, on their smiles, on their joys...
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| − | '''''Moon! '''''<Br>
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| − | All said in unison.
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| − | And a moment later, Moon saw himself on the ground, with a pile of girls atop of him.
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Sheeyit!" Moon yelped as the wave of bodies came crashing down upon him, tottering for a second before they bore him to the ground. Then, from the bottom of the pile and with someone frilly tickling his nose, laughed, trying to lift his head enough to "Why the fuck can't I get greeted like this ''every'' time I come inta a room?"
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| − | Sure as shit made a man fell welcome. Moon struggled his arms through the pile of bodies until he found a pair of waists to wrap both around. He wriggled his head higher above the cloth rubbing at his nose and kissed the bare flesh above it whose it was or even what part of the body it was, he'd guess at the moment he cared. With a still chuckling sight, he squeezed the women in his arms and let his head fall back against the floor. "Hey girls, how's business?"
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| − | '''Heaven! House! Girls!: ''' They all hold him lovingly. It is warm, but it is all happyness, cheering, ''love'' in a way. A face appeared around the frilly and smiled at him, red bangs falling over her eyes. It was Sparrow. "It's been... going! We got less clients nowdays, what with money being tight... but some of the better workers so need to unwind with all that they have to do here... and there are some visiting Windians too... you know we love to be nice to foreign soldiers!" That is true. After all, visiting Whiteshield military had to stop by the Red Light...
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| − | "Aa, Sparrow, stop the ''details''!" Came another voice, very acute. It was Lenna. "How are ''you'' Moon?"
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| − | Sparrow's face became red as her locks, embarassed, and the questions came as a rapidfire, then..."How have you been?"<br>
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| − | "Liked the new house?"<br>
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| − | "What is going to happen?"<br>
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| − | "Did you hear about the old house?"<br>
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| − | "Where's the black-winged?"<br>
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| − | "Where's the cute red girl?"<br>
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| − | "Where's the cute Solar?"<br>
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| − | "Did you really go to Kadel's?"<br>
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| − | And more, all, all at once...
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| − | And they remained there, slowly trying to find more comfortable positions above Moon...
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' And he let them ask all they wanted without even really trying to answer. They were speaking over each other endlessly, not really leaving him time to answer anything anyway. The Lunar instead only let out a long sigh of contentment as several bodies worth of soft female flesh wriggled around on top of him. There was warm skin or something silky no matter which way he looked. Anywhere he put his hand, something pleasant was waiting for him, though he was happy to keep both where they were.
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| − | It was more than just the abundance of women around him though, however much that alone appealed to him. Anyone could get ''that'' though. All they had to do in the Red-Lantern was pass around enough coin and they could be buried under a mountain of women. And sure, they'd be warm, but they wouldn't be warm like this. They couldn't look around and see the same glowing faces, the same flashing eyes. You can't ''buy'' emotions, no matter how much money you toss around. You can't buy smiles like these...
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| − | Fuck, but he loved his life sometimes. All he needed was a warm beer and he'd be happy to never move or think again. He looked up and smiled at Sparrow, pulling his head off the floor. He nuzzled through her curtain of hair and touched his forehead to hers, the tips of their noses brush.
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| − | "Hey darlin'," he said softly as the endless barrage of questions and comments continued around them, rubbing his nose against hers.
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| − | '''Heaven! House! Girls!: ''' She squeaks, the blush tinting her cheek the brightest red of her hair, her eyes held on his'... without choice. The touch of the noses together was almost as if she was fidgeting... or if they were talking, talking some intimate languages only noses know. For Red Sparrow Song, they could be alone now, and the chitter-chatter around them could very well be the music of a ball, and their faces under the moonlight in a party at Kadel's...
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| − | She had seen so much, done so much, but now, she was every bit the girl she looked, being so petite, just blushing and looking at Moon... their big figure, their big man, their protector, their hero. She closed her eyes, then, and her nose rubbed a little closer, her voice, barely above a whisper, the only clear thing heard, in that sweet tone of hers'... that could have been that of a great singer, and yet served only to spice moans and encouraging words of lust... but that now seemed so innocent as that of a maiden in the purity of its joy "... we missed you."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Yeah?" he asked, a merry twinkle in his eye as he grinned up at her. "Sheeyit, reception like this? Could'a fooled me. Thought ya were all tryin' ta smother me..."
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| − | ''This'' was why he got so pissed off when people spoke down about the working girls. When people tried to heap on self-gratifying pity. When people tried to talk down about them. There were some who deserved pity. There were some who were pretty damn low. But they weren't all the same. They were ''people'', just like anyone else. One of the sweetest girls alive was smiling down at him now, rosy cheeked and bright. So what if she spread her legs to make a living? All you had to do was look her in the eye to see she wasn't suffering for it. No more than any schmuck stuck working nine hours in the mines or foundries. Less.
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| − | He loved them. Each and every one of them. And he'd set straight anyone who spoke wrong about them. And kill anyone who hurt them. Which was why he was going to have to leave them soon. He had a lot of promises he hadn't lived up to yet, but being here and now only made him remember the biggest one all the more.
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| − | Soon didn't mean right this very moment though and Moon sighed happily once again as he shifted with the girls into a more comfortable position. Giving Sparrow a quick peck on the tip of her nose, he nuzzled her head down until she rested cheek to cheek against his face. "So inna'bit slower way, how's shit been 'round here?"
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| − | '''Heaven! House! Girls!: ''' "It has been... going." She says after some thought, and the chitter-chatter stops now, realising they are mostly being ignored. They all watch. And some whisper. "Nobody has even thought of crossing us... but it has been hard to have things around here... got plenty of water from the rain, but the food... it has been... scarce. We make do like we can, even when we have to get food as payment." She giggles, "Guys from food stores are feeling powerful enough to even come here, ya should see..."
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| − | "Yes. Yes, you should." Comes the voice from far up. Much less of a singing voice, not like Sparrow's that could, if she ever trained, likely shatter glass. But it had an undercurrent, a certain commanding and classy way about it. It was the only one of the girls that had not jumped in, Kyrie Est Lowen, the blonde that was... in some ways, like the Dark Angel. "Least we lost no clothes. Iron Tears," she was one of the few that never said 'rusty' there, "came to the old one and broke the illusion. Turns out the real House wash idden there all along, whole. We moved away, though, the Lover asked us before going. 'Chaos and Order' made this place... and hell, it ''is'' classier!"
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| − | Sparrow giggles, and Moon can feel her close her eyes, leaning against his face, her skin so smooth...
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| − | "Makes me feel so weird sometimes, though... it's kinda odd here..."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Illusion? Hidden? ... the fuck ya talkin' 'bout?" he demanded, trying to find Kyire in the pile to toss her a confused glare. But there wasn't a whole lot of leg room to look around, so he turned to the only face in the pile of pure joy he ''could'' find, giving Sparrow the look he'd meant for Kyire. "What the fucks she talkin' 'bout?"
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| − | '''Heaven! House! Girls!: ''' Sparrow looks exasperated, not knowing what to say or do, but then some frilly is moved away, and Kyrie's face - showing up above Moon, and with a smile that Selina or Vorpal might have. "Oh, you remember when that Fair Folk changed the House? Made all that weird thing that got your girlfriend mad? Turns out she just... dressed, the House, kind of. The real house was still all in one piece while the dead burnt the fake one. Iron Tears just had to drag it back. And we got all our stuff back."
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| − | Sparrow sighs in relief that she explained "Yeah! It was just like a dress! They only burnt the dress and the House was fine there... all our things! It was good... I cried so much when I thought I'd lost my collection..." wooden birds, of all types, all types she would never see living on the Boil. It had begun with an artist who fancied her and made those for her as an extra on the payments... she wanted to marry him, once, but it was not to be.
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| − | "We all thought we'd lost something. Should've seen the slumber party we threw when rusty broke the thing and the House was there, all whole... pity you were away..." It is a voice from a face resting on his stomach, her voice making an odd vibration on his belly. Moon could always recognize the voice of White Alix, not learned like Kyrie or sweet like Sparrow or Sarah, but despte the way it sounded like most other girls on the Boil, she always had something of a maiden in her voice...
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Can always have 'nother one, y'know?" he suggested with a wolfish grin, even though Alix couldn't have seen it from there. "Ya bring the sheets, I'll be the bed."
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| − | Of course, by this point that was damn near what they were doing right now. Hopefully no one would take him up on the offer. He liked them all where they were just fine.
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| − | Somehow, too, it was relieving to hear that the Heaven House had survived. He still remembered the pain of it, standing on the balcony at Rusty's manse, watching it burn from a distance. It had been like someone setting torch to his memories. All the moments he'd had in there... When it had burned, the girls weren't the only ones who'd thought they'd lost something.
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| − | "So if the old house's still 'round, why the fuck ya in this place?" he asked, looking back and forth from Sparrow to Kyire questioningly. "This place ain't exactly hard ta find or nothin', but everyone knew where the old Heaven House was."
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| − | '''Heaven! House! Girls!: ''' Sparrow decided to chime in this time... because, to tell the truth, each one of them probably had a different opinion about that. "I, ah... goddess herself told us it would be a good idea to come here... she showed here with Kinny, even. You don't say no to the goddess... and the place looks nice.."
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| − | Kyrie smiles to Moon, touching his forehead with her finger, "Well, this is a ''Manse''. It is so classy. We deserved a place like this all along, you know!" She nods emphatically. "It is more our style. Vivian is feeling like she's coordinating a god-given operation now, too, you should just see the look on her face."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' Moon chuckled at the idea of an excited Vivian. "How the fuck can ya even see her face from under that mask'a paste 'n shit ta tell?"
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| − | Gift from a goddess or no, it still seemed a bit... wrong to see the old house abandoned, after all the time they'd spent there. After so much of ''his'' life had been spent there. But the girls all seemed so happy with this place. Even Vivian was, if they were to be believed, and she was never happy about ''anything''. The Lunar grinned and chuckled it off to himself. Home was wherever you could make it, Moon guessed. Still, he'd have to drag the Pack back to the old house to loot the place proper before anyone else did. He'd be fucking ''damned'' if anyone was going to get ''their'' pool table!
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| − | "Kinny was here?" Moon asked a moment later, growing a bit more subdued and attentive. "How's he lookin'?"
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| − | '''Heaven! House! Girls!: ''' The answers all come at once...
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| − | Sparrow, "Pretty!"<br>
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| − | They stop after the rapid-fire, as if wondering which will speak first now... and then, they all begin to laugh. Sparrow nuzzles his face, the first one to speak... "He went to hug everyone, and felt a little guilty about it. He was all nice to us and gave gifts, but it felt like... like he wanted to open up more than he did.It was odd..."
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| − | Kyrie leaned back then, the frilly fell, and all Moon could hear is her voice... "Least the Goddess got him to dress decently. You could learn a bit from him now, you know, Moon. Even the gifts he brought to us were sooo nice. I can even say I got one of my better dresses with him... but yeah. He was oscillating between distant and friendly."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Ain't nothin' wrong with how I dress," he snipped back at Kyire defensively through the veil of lace, his demeanor stiffing. "And I bring ya plenty'a good shit too! Fucker cheats. He lives up in heaven now. We ain't got the kinda shit down here they got up there..."
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| − | ... though, Kinny bringing gifts at all was a bit of an oddity. Man wasn't stingy about sharing the love or anything, but had never really been his style. Neither had dressing well, not that most of them ever even had the chance to.
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| − | Though, there was that ''one'' time they jumped a bunch of slumming rich kids from Whiteshield and decided to bum around with them instead of just robbing them. When the lot had finally gotten dressed again and left to head back home, they'd all switched clothes for the hell of it. Kinny had loved the coat he'd gotten out of that bargain. Moon hadn't been so hot on the dress ''he'd'' gotten, but the lady had been pretty damn insistent on trading with him instead of Wes...
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| − | ''Wes... ''
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| − | Fuck... that was another one gone. He still didn't even know when or where she'd gotten cut during the rebellion. Just another one missing. Kinny was alive, but listening about his visit, he sure as shit seemed as lost to them as the ones who weren't...
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| − | "So where's the rest'a the fuckers at?" Moon asked, changing the subject with a forced cheer, suddenly a little homesick for his gang.
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| − | '''Heaven! House! Girls!: ''' "Oh, they are downstairs. Place got a basement too. You know, the Pack, the Heaven House..." Alex speaks, kissing his belly over the shirt. "Some things are always the same, y'know?"she says, and Sparrow nods, close to him.
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| − | The redhead rubs his nose a little more, as if wishing to hold by it, "You are going already...?"
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' The muscles in Moon's stomach tightened somewhat as Alix's lips pressed against them. The kiss tickled and sent a warm stirring through his skin. Blood pumped downwards rather suddenly and Moon had to shift again for... comfort. Probably not exactly what she was going for there, but hell... given where he was, it was pretty damn amazing it hadn't happened ''sooner''.
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| − | Looking up at Sparrow, his eyes flashed as he weighed his options.
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| − | An evening drinking and laughing and getting high with the Pack, running through the streets wild, hitting the old house to grab anything that was left there before someone beat them to it, then tumbling back home to collapse into a pile in the basement...
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| − | Or staying a while longer, buried under a hill of nubile young women, a bounty of firm breasts and silk-covered bottoms within arms reach in all direction, the air swimming with perfume and that soft scent of feminine flesh, and then go and do all that other shit with the pack later anyway...
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| − | "I dunno..." Moon concluded at length, lips pulling back into a grin. "Guess I can stick 'round a ''bit'' longer."
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| − | Sparrow's smile, he could see tinging into naughty mischief at the corner of her lips. Kyrie walked up to the door, above all the pile... but slowly, locked the doors. Moon heard the locks turning, the clicks. And Alix... Alix could feel where the blood had been rushing to, feel it on her bosom, and while Moon could not even begin to guess what her expression was with all the women between them, he could feel her kiss trailing down, lips pushing his shirt up as she tried to push her body down through the bodies... as they all begun to move, a little bit.
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| − | Moon was always liked. Always loved. Him and Sweet Sarah, in a way their cutest couple there. The leader of their bodyguards, their great hero, their great leader, their great alpha. Alpha. They loved Moon for who he is, each and every one of them. But part of what made him so ''sexy'' was his style, his strength, the feeling of the Alpha. One that increased in such a drastic way when he led a revolution, fought with the Chosen, beat a ghost-dragon great enough for the whole Boil to see. That.. all that... made him not just an alpha, but '''The''' Alpha. Made him seem like a ''god''. No... he had talked down to them. He had made the greatest show of strength, of protection, of leadership, and more than anyone else in a Boil that was distracted by many other figures, the Heaven House Girls knew it. Knew every detail of it...
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| − | ... and that alone, almost divorced from the affection, had made most of them moist from the moment he entered the room.
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| − | And soon, they were moving like waves over Moon, showing their very well-trained skill in moving all sorts of troublesome garments out of the way...
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| − | ''Trapped, huh? ''
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| − | Moon smiled back at Sparrow, wicked thoughts and wicked feelings reflected back to her. Hands that had rested on invisible hips moved downward, caressing and fondling, sliding over and under lacy underthings. He raised his lips to Sparrows and kissed her, deep and slow, lingering in the warmth of her breath even after their mouths came apart.
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| − | But he didn't do much more than that. This was ''their'' show, after all. He ''was'' the Alpha. He knew it every bit as much as they did. But sometimes it was nice to just lay back and let someone else lead the way.
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| − | ''Let'' being the optimal word. It was in his eyes as they peered into Sparrows so close, gleaming hot in the pleasure of this, his breath slipping into her mouth. In his hands as they explored warm places in soft bodies, deft and knowing of just where to touch, but letting the ladies be the ones to move the garments from his path. In the way his body tensed ever so slightly to feel ever motion of the writhing mass of bodies atop him, pushed up against them, shifting against Alix expectantly for another kiss downwards. Encouraging them all on, but not enacting any of it. Letting them do the work.
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| − | He could just as easily round on all of them and hurl them around the room in a torrent of sex, pushing them together or bending them over whatever was convenient, yanking clothing out of the way to take them. Maybe he ''still'' would. . He knew he could. But more importantly, ''they'' knew he could...
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| − | He breathed in deep and a contented growl rumbled in his throat, his eyes half closing as he brushed his lips against Sparrow's softly, then teasingly licked the tip of her noseBut he wouldn't not yet at least. This was too affectionate for that yet. It was sweet and pleasant. He liked letting them make love to him. Letting them give him this... gift.
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| − | '''Heaven! House! Girls!: ''' And once again, they all understood. They were good at that. At interpreting small gestures. It is the work, after all... to know where someone wants something. The best one, the Smiling Lover's art, holds that the client shouldn't have to ask unless that makes him feel better. They should see, and understand... and they do, to greater and lesser degrees. It was strange, as far as that dance went. Moon was the Alpha, the beast and his very being called for something frenetic, primal. And yet, to be so sweet to it... there was a thrill in it. To tread lightly over the beast to be gentle with it, the hope to gentle it... all the thrill and love Sarah had once.
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| − | Sparrow came foward to nuzzle the Lunar, her lips lightly glazing over his', without kissing. Alix's lips touched to his manhod, through undergarments... and they were not alone. Many did, but softly, sweelty. He felt Kyrie's perfume as she knelt closer, and begun to caress his hair, touching her noble-like lips to his hair. Someone was taking his shirt off, and Sparrow could shift over him, feeling his warmth, her bosom against his chest. And then, finally, a kiss, soft, over his lips. The one of two children, a cute kiss. Everything was so... cute.
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| − | With their perfumes, their colors, by holding them back, Moon instilled all into a strange air of... innocence?
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| − | "We have been talking about... so much, so much, so much... I thought your cute doggy ears would be aflame... we all have been thinking about you so much... all you did, all..." Sparrow whispers, another soft kiss over his lips, not asking entrance, not asking nothing further... pouty red lips smling, her face blushing like a Eir girl looking at the Red-Lantern... "... we were so worried, too..."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: '''They certainly ''did'' know what they were doing. The warm mouths kissing him brought a throat groan of pleasure to his mouth, drawn out into a rumbling sigh. He could feel their tongues sliding against one another as they caressed him, lips pressing together around him, like they were kissing one another and he just happened to be in the way. Fuck, what a wonderful feeling. At the moment, the whole damn world was one big wonderful feeling. Wasn't an inch of him that wasn't warm, wasn't touched in some way. Long shapely legs wrapping around his own, feet brushing his ankles. His hands had busy work, encouraging two pairs of thighs apart to explore between them deeper, the damp musk slicking his fingers like being anointed with holy oil.
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| − | But it was still all so sweet. Maybe someone watching from outside of the pile might disagree. Fuck all if he cared though. At the bottom of the heap, all around him was an endless string of giggles and sighs. Hands touched him, faces nuzzled him. The scent of perfume and warm skin and arousal was a drug more powerful than any joint or bottle could hold.
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| − | Girls who did this sort of thing for a living, but this time they were doing it for themselves. And for him. It was better than any store-bought sex ever could be. He was surrounded by friends and lovers, almost all being one and the same.
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| − | He shifted to help them strip his clothing off. Moon looked down, watching Sparrow's breasts smush against his chest, flattening slightly as they pushed out roundly. There was a warm, dewy cleft of darkness peeking out between them. If he could have moved without interrupting anyone else, he would have dove into it.
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| − | "Hush," he told her, teasing her with playful grin. "Ya talk too much. Ain't nothin' ta be worried 'bout darlin'. Never. Pack 'n me'll ''always ''look after ya. And since we're all too damn dumb ta die, we ain't goin' no where neither..."
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| − | He finished with another kiss, one that drifted down to her chin and onto the adorable little pit at the base of her long neck.
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| − | "So I don't wanna hear no more talk 'bout that. Kyire darlin'," he called, tipping his head back to peer up at that beautifully collected face, those warm and sinisterly intelligent eyes. "Do me a favor 'n do somethin' ta keep her quiet?"
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| − | '''Heaven! House! Girls!: ''' She smiled. She smiled with those lips of dark blue lipstick, with blue eyes that shone with knowledge. And then, slowly, she took the scarf from the hollow of her bosom... it had ice-flowers woven in its white purity. So clean, like Kyrie would always keep her, every movement betraying not just class, but the desire to always show she had such, to the point where she became a bit of a caricature of herself, at times. She picked the scarf, neat and proper... and smiled at Sparrow.
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| − | Sparrow made a sound quite like a 'meep' even as she tried to hide her face in her crimson bangs in embarssment. She could think of nothing else to say, and now she almost wanted to get away... but she could not, as Kyrie was behind her, and the scarf was placed around her lips... closing her mouth. She had three, and decided not to stop there. Oh no, on another fluid movement, which Moon could see in Sparrow's wide eyes, the girl's arms got joined behind her, and bound together with the same... class.
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| − | Alix and the others continue to kiss, their soft lips over his manhood, some on his thighs, on her feet... someone he could not possibly see licked and suckled on his toes. He felt breasts and thighs brush against his legs... and on either side of him, making soft, sweet, mewling noises at him, Little Mara and Silver Jade smiled at the Lunar, noticing sparrow as she was pressed against Moon's chest.
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| − | Without words, a sort of a pecking order begun to form there, even as they danced... a dance of rubbing, of soft, rhytmical movements, akin to watching the sea move against reefs... if people watched from outside, they could still see something besides lust to it. It was too... slow, too soft. It was to the primal sex Moon's figure seemed to call for as the gentle, slow martial arts are to Five Dragon Strike as one.
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| − | And soon, for Moon it was like being on a forest... all those sounds. Soft moans. Mewlings. Coos...
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| − | He felt as he lost the last of his clothes, and their lips fell on his manhood and thighs bare.
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| − | And as Kyrie looked at him with the most devilish grin, holding the scarves' ends as reins to Sparrow...
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| − | "What do I do with her now...?"
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' His eyes closed for a moment. Just a moment, as the pleasure washed over him. As warm mouths swallowed him up. Warm mouths. Warm bodies, damp with sweat and lust. It was like being washed head to toe in damp silk. So much at once. So perfectly choreographed. If they'd planned it to the detail, it could not have felt better. His hands moved a little faster, explored a little deeper, unleashing a frustrated desire to grab all the bodies around him instead into the two girls he ''could'' reach. And when his eyes opened again, Sparrow was silenced. He licked his lips as he watched Kyire swiftly and confidently bind the dark-skinned girl even more.
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| − | He could have her right now. Tell Kyire to move Sparrow up or down, either direction offered it's own sort of fun. He was damn well going to do his best to have them all before this was over. But sex was really something he could get anywhere that there was a woman and a him. Some games took a few more players. All these women all around him, unafraid to touch one another. They didn't need coaxing into that, like some ladies. It just 'happened,' without hesitation or conciseness. But there were a few things even they wouldn't just 'happen' to do without being asked. And those were the one he knew Sparrow was always the most shy about, even when paid for it. The other girls would talk about it, how she'd try to dodge or avoid their advances, to give the customer a show without really doing the act itself. How much she blushed when they finally managed to catch her, how loud she squealed with that sweet voice, and how hot her face burned for long after.
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| − | Which meant they were the most fun to watch.
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| − | "Didn't wanna hear her talkin', but don't mean she can't make no noise at all," he said back to Kyire, a touch of the feral need in the smile he gave her. An ocean of it in his eyes when he turned them on the bound woman on top of him.
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| − | He looked to his left at Little Mara, the sweet Eastern girl who'd always made up in energy and enthusiasm what she lacked in statue. He looked to his right at Silver Jade, the glossy metallic hair that gave her that name shimmering as it pooled into a quicksilver puddle around them and her pale skin nearly a match for it's shade when it wasn't bright and flushed. Invitation in his look. Unspoken desire.
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| − | His eyes turned back up at Sparrow and drowned her in their thoughts. There was no way she ''couldn't'' know what he had in mind just then. He kissed her through the gag, his tongue pressing against hers through the wall of silk, dampening the cloth, and bit her bottom lip just a little as he pulled away. He looked past her to Kyire and gave her a knowing grin. "She's a Sparrow, ain't she? Make her ''sing''."
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| − | '''Heaven! House! Girls!: ''' Sparrow's eyes went wide. Wider. Her face was set ablaze. What was so romantic for her a moment ago begun to make her squirm, wanting out... but Kyrie held her fast, coming to her ear and whispering, nibbling. Moon could hear the whisper, naughty descriptions of just what they would do... and then, she pushed Sparrow up, and the top of the red dress down. Mara and Jade bent over, each over one hand of Moon's... each on the right position to take on one of her breasts, caressing her belly, kissing her....while Kyrie held up her skirt, and Alix snuck up... and both Alix and Kyrie begun to touch Sparrow' nether regions...
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| − | ... and soon her lust was dripping all over Moon's chest and belly, rubbing against his hair...
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| − | Her eyes rolling back ont he utter pleasure even as she tried to close them in shame...
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| − | And many lips took on his manhood, tongues snaking around it, touching all the way down...
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| − | unseen somewhere behind Sparrow, who now shook, throbbing and quivering atop Moon...
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: '''"Just go with it darlin'," he whispered to Sparrow as the first touch took her and her eyes grew wide, giving her burning cheek a gentle kiss. One last little bit of affection and sweetness, to make up for the raw indecency he was about to have unleashed on her. "Can't do nothin' 'bout it now anyway. Though... it'll be more fun if ya try."
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| − | Then Kyire took over, poisoned her ear with wicked promises, and made her whimper. Moon could feel it first. The things Kyire said to her alone brought dampness. But the things the other girls did brought so much more. They were every bit as sinful as Kyire had promised, though they had only barely begun. Moon rested his head back and he watched the woman writhing above him. He realized something quickly. Listening to the gargled cries that bubbled out from behind her gag. Feeling her thighs quiver against him and her temple burn as it painted his chest with glistening lust. Watching her breasts swell behind Jade and Mara's hands, her eyes roll back and tears trickle down her sweat-soaked face, the tip of her tongue slipping out from under the gag, throat bulging with nearly musical moans that just could escape...
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| − | Poor Sparrow wasn't going to last long.
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| − | Of course, she was a pro. She knew her limits. She'd say no when she couldn't take anymore.
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| − | Not that any of them would understand with the gag. Or stop even if they did. He could a certain satisfaction in Kyire's eyes. In the other girls too as the fondled the helpless singer. Pay back for all the times Sparrow had stopped just short. Had gotten them worked up and left them hanging.
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| − | So, maybe this wasn't quite so sweet anymore. Quite so innocent. So what? ''After'' sex is what cuddling and being cute was for anyway, y'know? He'd make it up to her then. They all could. For now, she could damn well scream.
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| − | Moon looked over Sparrow's shoulder to Kyire's face floating smugly behind her. So much like Selina, in aura anyway. Confident, intelligent, sensual, domineering... but she wasn't Selina. And that meant she was food for the taking. Moon moved his legs, carefully pushing away the women swarmed unseen around him and stared at Kyire.
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| − | "Mount up darlin'," he told her with a dangerous rumble in his voice, yellow eyes glowing like the coals in a forge. "''Now''."
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| − | Time to see if she shared any other traits with the Dark Angel too. Moon would wager she'd find herself overwhelmingly... lacking.
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| − | '''Heaven! House! Girls!: ''' "Of cour..." Kyrie's reply, smooth as velvet, was stopped by his order. And it made her shiver from head to toe, feeling a tingling sensation... he was the Alpha. And taking charge like that had its effect, wether or not they liked it, even girls used to be on top and relish it like Kyrie. Even with her, it had its effect... and she moved to him, more meekly now, pushing the heads of the other girls away... and moving behind sparrow, holding her hair as if she would use it as her reins, and getting a handful of her behind...
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| − | Alix, on the other hand, moved away, and upward, touching Moon's body as she left his manhood and up... and smiled sweetly to Moon between Silver Jade's legs and Sparrow's, a tiny sliver of saliva down her lips. And then she turned away from him... in front of his chest, bringing her face between Sparrow's legs. She struggled against it, her face got the slightest bit of tears as Alix begun to work her lips between her legs..
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| − | And behind her, Kyrie finally sets down, slowly... slowly... eyes closing, holding Sparrow's head back with her hair, as she struggles for a foothold...and then falls in him, using her body in all the ways she can, so used to being riding, above a man like this... very skillful, very beautiful... but a far cry from the Dark Angel, a Queen of Lust... and not even very different in her style... just not the same.
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| − | Sparrow's muffled cries....<br>
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| − | Jade, Mara and Alix's giggles as they played Sparrow, as they licked her sex and tears and turned those in tears of joy...
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| − | There was a different symphony around Moon now. It was pure lust....
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| − | And as the bodies moved, they were current of flesh, endless in its warmth and its desire...
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' ''Kanti can keep her fucked up Heaven... ''
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| − | Moon moved, bucked and thrust slowly, letting it last and linger, letting every touch soak into his skin. He threw kisses at the air and always hit sweet flesh, the tip of his tongue finding willing lips and waiting thighs. He listened and there was nothing but sighs and giggles and gasps and moans. He breathed in the air and could smell nothing but sweat and sex and tears and perfume. Everywhere he looked, warm bodies and hot eyes. There was barely a difference to be perceived between them, thrust together and pressing tight. Faces vanishing into thighs. Breasts pressed flat against each other. Moving with the same rhythm - ''his'' rhythm. It was an assault on all five senses. A perfumed, silk covered assault and he was more than willing to let it win.
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| − | ''I'll take this one... ''
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| − | It was a long while before he ever made it off the floor, but that was only to change positions. It was ''far'' longer before he made it out of that room and would have never left at all if he had anything to say about it. He'd damn near managed what he'd set out to do. Hadn't had ''all'' of them, but come pretty close. At least there wasn't a lady present he hadn't done something too. Diddled or licked or tumbled; they probably weren't too picky. They set Sparrow free and turned Kyire loose on a few other ladies. She'd even managed to get her scarves around him at one point.
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| − | But it had to end eventually. There was a limit to mortal endurance. There was even a limit to Exalted endurance. At least one of those got tapped, but the party came to an end on it's own when the knocking on the door outside became too much to ignore. The House had to make money. The girls had to earn their meals. Reluctantly, they'd pulled themselves out of the tangled pile of bodies they'd become and pulled themselves away to make ready.
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| − | Moon had hauled Sparrow off upstairs to share a bath, giving her the cuddling and petting he'd silently promised when he'd let the girls torment her the first time. ''All'' of them needed a bath by that point, though some stuck around down stairs to help clean up the overturned furniture and carry the few girls who hadn't quite made it upstairs to sleep it off. The House staff was helping out at least, finally allowed back into the common room, though the blushes on more than a few faces made it clear they'd been listening in. If not watching.
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| − | By the time Moon kissed Sparrow and swatted her off to her room to get ready, downstairs was already a party again. One a bit more modest though. The girls were dressed in their lacy best, mingling with customers who drank and smoked and gambled as loud as they could. He traded smiles with the girls, stole kisses when he could, then quietly slipped away through the ambiguously unmarked doorway in the corner and down the steps. ''Finally'' getting down to see his gang.
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| − | Those lazy fuckers were going to have a hell of a time matching the welcome he'd just gotten though.
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