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| − | == Cats and Clouds ==
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| − | Back from the Great Forks, Cael returns to the Zephyr... knowing that, for once, all is right in the world.
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| − | Anne is gone to a wonderful school, knowing he will always be there for her. And now, with a chance to live a life of her own, without always thinking of him. Millia was safe, if getting used to having ears and a tail, and Cedric was ready to meet a new tomorrow. Dayshield was sated of her lust for revenge for now - or at least, has it refocused clearly on Elizabeth, and will leave Cedric in peace. However, her revelations are still haunting to Cael...
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| − | As he steps into the Zephyr, hands of wind touch him, caressing him like a sweet autumn breeze...
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| − | "How did it go?"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael smiles at the air, imbueing his hands with essence to lay hands of his own on Calisara.
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| − | "It went well." He says softly.
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| − | "I reduced all three of them to tears at one point or another, discovered the dayshield wanted two of them dead, almost tore my hand apart lying to the prince and I think I broke Anne's heart."
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' He can feel the wind stopping, and then beggining to massave him, for a very stressful day's homecoming...
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| − | "That... doesn't sound good at all... why did they cry? And... you know, you did receive lots of threats if you broke Anne's heart... and... Dayshield?!?"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael sighs as the massage begins, starting to make his way through the Zephyr and to the lounge.
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| − | "But Cedric now has a glorious dream of the future and a chnace to live it, Millia is in charge of the Empyrean Stair, Anne is in the best school I could send her too and I think as I broke her heart I did more for it than I have done before."
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| − | He settles into his chair in the lounge after drapping his coat next to it.
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| − | "Oh, and I got another prophesy."
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| − | He settles a bag on the other side of the chair.
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| − | "A drink, Cal?"
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "Ooooohh..." She says, listening... until he gets to the prophecy. "... nobody died for it this time?"
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| − | "Was already here, master!" She says proudly, as a plate with his drink appears in thin air.... "I am not getting rusty, you know!"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "No-one yet." he says, as he takes the scotch from the tray with a smile and sips at it. "Thank you."
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| − | "It was possibly a little less disturbing than the last one, but then the person that gave it to me did have planetary systems hanging from his hat."
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| − | "The vice principle was cute too."
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' She giggles. "Must have been a fun person. And you, going to seduce her to up Anne's grades?" She asks playfully, touching her finger to his cheek.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Of course I wouldn't seduce her to up Anne's grades, I have every confidence in Anne." Cael says, with a smile.
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| − | "How is our new cat settling in? I have a present for her..."
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "She is... around. She has poked her nose everywhere! It tickled! She is too curious. You know, there is a reason I dislike pets. Right now, she is somewhere on the... sundeck, yes! Under the sun, sleeping. Lazy bitch..." The wind around Cael shrugs. "And has she earned any presents? She tried to kill you!"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael laughs, amused.
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| − | "I though you liked it when people poked around inside you." he says apparently entirely innocently and takes another sip of the drink.
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| − | "Anyway, I didn't want her to feel left out. I have gifts for you and Orchid too ... Ryshassa too and Alexsei. But anyone would think you were jealous of her..."
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "Don't be silly! I just... don't like her!" She says, but then, bright eyes appear on the air... "GIFTS!"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Well, I suppose she did try to kill me, and tear up your doors and floor..." He gives a small shake of her head.
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| − | "But yes, you have a gift. If you're good, you'll get it soon. I think you'll like it."
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| − | Calisara: "Yes. She is MEAN! And she hurt me. And she doesn't deserve gifts. And I deserve mine NOW!"
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| − | The air makes pouty eyes at Cael. "... please?"
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| − | '''Cael: '''Cael laughs again.
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| − | "Well, I suppose..." he reaches down into the bag at his side and pulls out a brown wrapped package, which he gives to Calisara with a smile.
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' The air spirit opens the package.. and smiles broadly, taking a corporeal form and taking out a maid outfit from within... "Ooooooooohhhhhh! I ''like''! It's so... so cute!" She goes to Cael, holding the outfit against her chest, and pecking him on the cheek. "Thank you, master!"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael smiles at her, reaching an arm around her to kiss her lips, holding her close to let the kiss last a while.
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| − | "I thought you might like it, and the other things in there ... anyway, I should go and see the kitty now ... though sometime soon, I want to see you in that." He kisses her again, and then picks up another package from the bag, walking to the sun lounge.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' As the Windwraith walks into the Sun Deck, he sees the sun of the late afternoon.... strong golden, almost orange, filtering through the glass... coloring everything with its hue. The world looked like the page of an old book on one moment, aflame after a blink... and the black of the kitten was even more pronounced, a blot of darkness upon the landscape. Curled up on the couch, marks of her claws on its pillows.... Shara curled up, on the form of a little cat, peacefully resting, awake but lazy... so very lazy.
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| − | Her eyes pick that he is coming... but the cat does not move. Only looks at him with the expression of a feline, entirely superior and dissafected, wondering why he dares walk in the space she is in, and wether he's going to do anything for her!
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Shara ... kitty ..."
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| − | Cael smiles at her redolant figure, walking over to the couch with an easy stoll and seating himself next to the lazy kitty, idly stroking her body, running his fingers through her fur as he sets the packet down on the far side of the sofa to her.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' The kitten purrs... tail swashing, striking at the packet. His hands running through her seem to make her body shine... black fur shining in the fiery colors of the late sun. She turns to the packet, then, looking up at him curiously, then pawing at it. shaking it a bit.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Now, earlier, little kitty..." Cael continues to stroke her with sun-warm hands, an entirely casual gesture it seems, "...I said I was going to make you whimper and mew for me."
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| − | "And you said I'd have to catch you." He draws his hand all the way down her body and the length of her tail.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' "Mrow" the kitten lets out, before it escapes from his grasp, tail held high, at the far end of the sofa now... she looks at him almost dismissively, and then jumps from there to a nearby chair, the black form on the world of light moving with untamed grace... and making sure Cael has to put effort on pleasing her.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Of course, if you don't ''want'' your gift, then you can just run away now..." Cael says with a smile that promises everything, eyes shining and face caught just so.
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| − | "It's up to you though..."
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| − | He starts to idly, lazily pluck at the strings holding it closed, not really concerned that Shara is half way across the room.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She stops, looking back... golden eyes shining quite... curiously.
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| − | And then, she ''jumps''!
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| − | Over the chair, over a shelf, almost on the roof, she looks down on Cael, watching as he pulls the strings, on the best angle to view whatever he is going to take out of there... and if it interests her, she might come down. Otherwise, the sentiment in buying the gift is very very wasted on her.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' What is revealed within the paper to Cael's side is another collar, much finer than the one she wears at present, a thick one made from slightly shiny black leather and a golden buckle. The only other decoration is a large golden ring at the from of the collar and a smaller one at the back. Next to the collar in the packet is a small gold bell.
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| − | He idly straightens out the paper as he waits for her response.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' And she makes sure the response takes its time. She looks... walks a little to one end of the shelf to get another angle... and then to the other. Looking the gifted horse's teeth, and very very carefully. She stops to lick her paws, idly, postponing her decision.... and then, finally, she jumps down, on the table in front of Cael, standing uptight and looking at him. As if wondering why he is not putting it on her already. Ah, humans those days. So slow to please their cats!
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael makes a little gesture, her head is just slightly too low...
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| − | and then he leans forward, stroking her head before removing the first collar and setting it aside, taking his own time in fastening the broad leather band around her neck, fastening it tight, but not too tight.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She raises her head then, waiting.... and then, she paws at her collar, enjoying the feeling. It did look good on her, a piece of reality in the black hole of fur in the orange-gold room... and a piece of the sun in this reality. She jumps out, then, away from him, without so much as a thankful look at him... and then, slowly, her body unfurls... ghostly essence building her anthropomorphic body once again, modesty only covered by flowing scarves of Pandemonium that shine on the bright colors of Underworld Jade. And then she stops, straightening her hair, her chest, not too full, sticking out as she admires herself and her collar in the mirror... and meows.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael has the same smile on his face as he stolls over the room to stand behind her, admiring her reflection with a slightly critical eye, obviously judging what he sees, resting one hand on her hip, the other starting to reach around to the ring, then tapping it.
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| − | "So, do you like my gift?" He whispers in her ear.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' As he taps it, there is a chime on the bell... breaking the peaceful reverie of the room, felt in the windows, oh-so-light.... and she stretches, opening a devilish smile, making no motion to respond to him but none to pull away.... simply looking at herself in the mirror, lost in the vanity of her own appreciation. And then, finally, comes the answer in a velvet voice... "It's.... acceptable." She says, trying not to giggle... her appreciation is evident, but she tries to downplay it as much as humanly - if that is the term to be applied to her - possible.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Good." He says, with no apparent discouragement from her near dismisal of the collar, at least verbally, well able to read the signs of her body, instead his voice warm with approval for her.
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| − | He kisses the back of her ear.
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| − | "Because it's how I caught you." he whispers, and in the reflections in the mirror, over her shoulder she can see the devilish smile he now wears, opening his fingers and letting the loop of the leash fall into view.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' Her eyes startle open, and she almost hisses... struggling to get out of his grasp and doing so, her body spinning on the leash as she falls on the glass of the window... eyes slitting as she looks at him, ferally. An almost-hiss playing on her throat, the scarves clinging to her body quite so much....
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael chuckles, low and amused, obviously watching each and every movement of her struggles against the glass, stepping a little closer so that she has to rub against him somewhat as she struggles.
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| − | "Kitty doesn't seem to like the collar so much now..."
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| − | '''Shara: ''' "I'm a Virdynn."<br>
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| − | "I'm a cat."
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| − | "I like to be free. Nothing stands on my way." She presses against him, her breath coarse, irises slitted still, the scarves flowing from her body to hold to his own as well... "If you try to hold me down... I scratch. I bite. You think it is worth it, hmmm?" She asks, lightly biting his neck...
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael closes his teeth on the sensative tip of her ear, biting, even as he presses her back, pinning her between himself and the window.
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| − | "Eminently."
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She holds him with her scarves, and her claws move slowly over his flesh... "Hmmmmm. You know how to flatter your kitten..." Then she stops, her hand slowly touching his face with the tips of her claws... "You know, I could easily finish my job now. Easily cut you down.... that is what I came here for, you know...?" Her breath is warm on his face...
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "But if you did that, I would have to Eat your pretty little body right up." He says as he kisses her lips, pressing his tongue into her mouth, taking his time as he enjoys, slowly breaking the kiss.
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| − | "Perhaps though you need slightly more ''restraint'' than just your collar ... just to remove the temptation..."
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She breaks free of his lips, the scarves pushing him to her.... so very tightly. And then she smiles, a razored smile, her fangs shining fiery in the dark golden light... "Would you? Don't you prefer it like this? Knowing I can..." she kisses him again, lustfully, biting his lip... "... and why I won't?"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael lets out a small gasp at the feel of her fangs on his lip.
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| − | "That ... that is tempting ... but then so is fitting your wrists with little cuffs to match the band on your neck and stripping all those scarves from you and binding you up so all you can do is squirm and mew...."
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She purrs then, shivering on his hand. All she could feel was his body, and same for him... pressed so tightly against the imperishable glass of the Zephyr. "Ooh, is it? Then come. Try it if you dare... just watch out for the claws, lord of wind..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "No, no, little kitty ... you misunderstand..." <br>
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| − | He kisses her lips briefly.
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| − | He takes a smoothly flowing step away from her, ending it with a slight tug on the leash, one that she can feel.
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| − | "You are the one that will come."
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| − | Then with another small tug, he starts to walk from the room.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She looks... confused.
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| − | Then, frustrated.
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| − | Then, angry.
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| − | "Heeeeeey!"
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| − | She hisses, unable to do anything but be led by the collar, frantic and frustrated...<br> "Yooouuu..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael hums a little tune as he leads the grudging kitty down through the ship, occasionally tugging just a little on the leash, just to make absolutely sure she knows it's there, eventually reaching his bedroom, the door opening before him.
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| − | He gently tugs the kityt through and the door closes behind her.
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| − | "Not quite so much sunshine here unfortunately, though maybe you'd like it near the window..." The view through the glass is of an ornamental pond, a pagoda visible in the middle. In the distance, a few couples can be seen talking a walk before their evening meal...
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| − | He idly strokes her hair before pulling her that bit closer for another soft kiss.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She kisses him, softly... "You are sweet... is that how you prefer to do it? To soften my claws instead of binding them?" She runs her hands softly over his body, then, going over his shirt....
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Oh no," Cael says with a devilish grin, holding her to him with hands on her body now, not just a leash.
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| − | "I'm just playing to see what you do," a barefaced admission.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She looks at him... and her claws trace his grin, amused, curious.... and not knowing quite what to do, most of her agression gone from her gaze. "Well... I thought you wanted me to struggle back... I wanted to... but now..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "So you ''want'' to be tied up and squirming and mewing where all those people might see then?" He asks with a long stroke down her side and a small pressure applied to her cheek to turn her face to look out of the window.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She looks at the window.... and her whiskers twitch, her cheeks deepening into a shade of red.... and for once, her body relaxes... and she does not know what to do. "I... I..." her cheeks red, the confirmation on the tip of her tongue, but... "... bastard..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "You ''do'' want it, don't you?" He whispers, warm and sinful in her ear from behind her, starting to peel the scarves from her chest as he does, slowly, apparently unconcerned for her dignity, carressing the flesh as it is exposed.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She shivers. He can feel her hair getting all straight up, her flesh so sensitive his breath touches it like lighting... as she looks out of the window.... and trembles. Her hands hold his', nails moving over his skin, tense.... wanting, but unable to say it... too shameful... "You... you..." She tries to struggle from his grasp, scratching lightly over his arm, "No! I'm not saying it! Let me gooo..." She says, trying to hide...
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "You ... you .... you're right?" Cael says, the same teasing warm tone.
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| − | "You ... you ... should tie me?" Cael says, peeling away the last of the scarves on her chest, barring it to the world through the window. Which is when she starts to struggle, clawing lightly over his arm...
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| − | "No, no kitty..." He closes his hand over one of hers, pulling it from his arm.<br>
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| − | "You will say it..." He starts to twist the first arm behind her back.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She is pulled to the window, arm twisted behind her back, sticking her chest out... her blush is furious, as she squirms on his grasp, naked for the world to see... and she can see some of them looking at her.... and tries to squirm away more, bare, moist for the world to see... "... you... you are not... I am not saying it!"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael starts to pull her second arm back, using the leash to bind her wrists loosely behind her. Her draws a hand up her stomach, cupping a breast and fondling as he holds her head looking forward while he whispers.
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| − | "Well ... maybe you'd like to really be in the sun then ... not just feeling it through a window..."
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| − | '''Shara: ''' "No, no! I wouldn't! Not the sun, the window!" She calls out, so excited, so sensitive, his mere touch makes her body jerk... "... damn. I didn't say that! I didn't! I didn't say I want... the window..." Her hands try to move away, but tied as they are, she can just jerk foward... toward the audience... or backwards, thrusting her chest at them...
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "There." He smiles at her, his voice laced with warm, lusty approval.
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| − | "You've said it ''once''" the word emphasised with a little pinch.
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| − | "Now ... ask me for what you want."
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| − | '''Shara: ''' He pinches, and she yelps. An almost mewling escapes her lips...
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| − | "I... I want..." She bites her lip. She tries not to say it, ashamed...
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Tell me what you want." Cael says in her ear, laced with tones of command and desire, hand driftly down to between her legs, moving there as she decides what she wants to ask for.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' Her body jerks once again... sweat trickling down her brow... "I... I want you to..." She struggles more, fiercely, but not fierce enough to break free. And more, and more, until she finally gives up, head hanging low.... "... I want..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Good kitty." He kisses her cheek, stroking her head.
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| − | And then he starts to tie her, complex patterns that crisscross her body with strands of gold and black, binding her hands and arms tighter behind her, securing calves to thighs, a bar to hold her knees apart, to keep her on display, a gag to silence her .... and something she only discovers when he finishes, a rope between her legs, knots placed ... appropriately.
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| − | It's quite some time before she is freed....<br>
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| − | And quite some time after that before the room is quiet....
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| − | === The next morning... ===
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| − | After filling the Zephyr with mewlings...
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| − | Calisara was singularly uncooperative with fixing Cael breakfast. In fact, she said she would not step into the same room as the Virdynn. And that left few options to Cael... and thankfully, he was planning on eating out anyway. In the Pagoda right outside the Zephyr, with Shara trying not to salivate much at the sight of the Koi in the pond... the restaurant there is quite an interesting one, specializing in river fish....
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "The menu, Shara. Not the pond." He smiles at her, taking his own advice and studying what was on offer in the restaurant this morning.
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| − | Apparently the koi was.
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| − | '''Narrator: ''' A waiter, a jovial young man of some god-blooded descent that has given him a slightly fiery hair...
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| − | "What would you have, gentleman, lady?" He does not mind her features.<br>
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| − | This is, of course, the Great Forks.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' "FISH!" Is all she says, still embarassed just from... being there. But still. She wished fish. Hmmm, tasty, salty fish. Fish, full of spines to tickle to teeth. Fish... Koi... she does not even look at him, her eyes on the pond only... as she stops to lick her hand, even in human form.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael considers.
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| − | "That would be Koi, I think. And a selection of your sushi for me." He nods.
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| − | "And some fruit juice and coffee, please."
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| − | '''Shara: ''' "Yes, of course, my good patron. They will be here in a moment!"
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| − | Shara does not look twice at him... "He is look at me, right? He probably saw it yesterday..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "He doesn't seem in the slightest bit concerned." He says reassuringly.
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| − | "But why would he be?"
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She punches the table then, ''hissing''! "Because he saw! Because everyone saw! Everyone who cared to look up the window would... see..." Her voice then lowers, several octaves.... "... me... being taken..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Perhaps ... little kitty ... ''you'' should care to look up at the window."
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| − | Cael says mysteriously, with a slight smile on his face.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' "The window is there! Where I looked down on this! Anyone could look like... this... and... see..." Her words stop. Her eyes go blank, as she looks at the window... at the mirrored window. She had been so ashamed. She had climaxed again and again whimpering and screaming knowing they would be seeing her, she was covered in shame... and... and... it was mirrored. No one had seen it. No... one...
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| − | Her face is blank, and slowly, her blank eyes begin to narrow, turning to Cael, a guttural hissing rising on her throat, her claws getting hold of his forearms... "... ''yoouuuuuu''...."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "So next time, then, you would prefer that I make the window transparent both ways?" He asks of her, entirely reasonably.
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| − | "A window of light in the darkness, everything highlighted for all to see?"
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She gets up, getting him by his collar with one hand, the other placing claws on his face... and her own face against his', blushing furiously, embarassed, so, so embarassed and furious, more than she had even been on the night that she dripped all over his floor for - she believed - all of the Great Forks to see. The patrons of the restaurant startle, but none do anything yet... "I... should have killed you when I had the chance. You bastard, bastard, bastard!"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael does the only thing he can to in the circumstances and slipping a hand up to hold the one on his face, he kisses her very. very soundly on the lips, holding the kiss until her body starts to relax once more and respond, only breaking it then.
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| − | "Definately have to leave the window open next time." He whispers in her ear.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' Her eyes go wide-open, growing to the size of saucers as she is kissed... and her face manages to get even blushier, if that was at all possible. And then she sits down again, fidgeting... "... you are a pervert..." she says very huskily, voice so very low....
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "And you loved it." He mouths at her, smiling pleasantly, watching her fidget.
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| − | "In fact, I think you still are." He whispers, just before the coffee and juice arrive.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' "Shut up." She says, sinking on her chair, her face colored like a tomato, appearing to have only her dark hair over something wholly red. "I did not..." she almost whispers out, but of course... Cael could see how much she did. In fact, right now, she might be even more... warm, than she was as he held her to the window the night before.
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| − | And then their drinks arrive, and she picks the coffee, hiding her face under the cup, her eyes filled with lust, and shooting immaterial things and insults in Cael's general direction...
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael sips his coffee entirely calmly, as though he wasn't sitting across from a blushing woman who had no moments before called him a bastard in front of the entire restaurant ''and'' tried to claw him.
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| − | As he drinks, the little finger of his left hand, moves through little motions, leaving small suggestive drawings in the air, only really visible to shara that soon fade away.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She looks... and nearly spills her coffee. Watching... watching the drawings... mesmerized, almost...
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| − | And sweat appeared upon her brow, excited as she is... "I hate you, you know..." she says softly, meaning only part of it... another part being annoyance... and a last one, such needy lust.
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| − | '''Narrator: ''' And then, the fish arrives, and Shara goes from her sullen pouting to licking her lips... very much like a feline, not a human. The waier, staying at arm's length from the couple, placed all on their table... "D.. do you wish anything else, gentleman? Lady?"
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| − | '''Shara: ''' "... ''Fish''!" she calls, jumping at it and soon the fried, well-prepared fish is just hanging from her mouth.... her eyes pure bliss, and for a time, she seems happy just by holding it there on her teeth, without munching. Like she was about to take prey home. Triumphant!
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Ah, no thank you." Cael says with a polite nod, and waiting for him to leave.
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| − | "No more teasing for the moment. Enjoy your fish." He smiles at her as he makes the entirely unneeded comment, starting to eat his sushi and sipping on the fruit juice.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' Shara takes no time eating the fish in quite a savage way, until all that is between her teeth is the fish's spine... and then she calms down, her violence partly spent on the fish, and picks the sticks to eat the sushi, quite delicately and educately. "Like it will last long. You are too mean."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "And you love it that way." He smiles at her, picking up a slice of sashimi, eating that.
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| − | "But today I have a little job to keep you occupied."
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| − | '''Shara: ''' And she does, but that only makes her blush and crush the chopsticks. She duly orders more, hissing at the poor waiter. "Mean, mean, mean, mean, mean. If you weren't so sexy I'd so gut you like a pig. But... what? Job?"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "There is a group here, visitors from the Haslanti League." He says, eating the last of his sushi, after giving her a slightly chiding look for her hiss at the entirely innocent waiter.
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| − | "I want to know what they're here for and who they are. I want you to find that out for me."
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| − | '''Shara: ''' "Hmmm... oooh, that I can do." She picks her new chopsticks, picking some salmon sashimi, licking her lips... "Only information-gathering? No killing, is it?"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "No killing yet." He nods, selecting his own salmon sashimi.
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| − | "Just the information for the moment."
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| − | '''Shara: ''' "Hmmm... why? Intending to steal from them a little more?" She purrs, giggling as she finishes the salmon.
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| − | "Hmmmm...."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Something like that." Cael says with a nod and a broad mysterious smile.
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| − | ''I want to steal their country from them, then give it back to them. ''
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| − | ''...with a few small changes. ''
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| − | "Definately something like that."
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| − | '''Shara: ''' "Ah...." She grins, finally, meeting his smile... "You know, you have something feline about you."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "I think I'll take that as a complement." He smiles.
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| − | "Do you want anything more?" He gestures at the empty plates.
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| − | '''Shara: ''' She finishes the last of the sashimi... not very concerned if he wished any. "It is. But maybe it is part of what makes you so '''infuriating'''!" She says with eyes slightly narrowed... "No, not anything else. So, I guess I will go see those Hanslans, meet you here in a few?"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael laughs, low and amused.
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| − | "Perhaps it is. Anyway, yes, meet me back in the Zephyr in a few. I have to do some things and I want to ask my own questions while I am out, so I might not be back."
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| − | '''Shara: ''' "Alright!" She hops to her feet, then walks up to Cael... caressing his face, almost scratching it.
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| − | "I will be seeing you..."
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| − | And then, she is a kitten, walking out of the restaurant, tail held high.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Good bye, little kitty."
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| − | Cael calls the waiter over, apologising for thier behavior and paying for the meal, leaving a tip and then returning to the Zephyr.
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| − | === ''The Quicksilver Zephyr... '' ===
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| − | Perfectly still over the Great Forks, overlooking a pond where Water Elementals talk to Divine Koi...
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| − | Dusk approached, the sky receiving tinges of crimson... a long day past. Breakfast was now all but a fading memory, as the clouds rolled past of another busy day in the city that exemplified an open relationship between heaven and earth... and she appears in front of Cael.
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| − | Her silver skin appearing to glow. Her tatoos, each and every one of the swirling clouds about her opaque and intricate like the clouds in the sky, breaking down and fading at their edges. It is barely covered by a maid's uniform, one with quite a soft skirt that shows her pristine silver underwear, midnight blue trimming and laces around her, ankles and wrists and hair, adorning a large cascade of pearlescent hair with strands of midnight. It stops short at her bosom, going around her arms with the frilly ends, but leaving her shoulders and neck entirely bare.
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| − | In her hands, she balances perfectly two great plates... in them, his coffee, milk, chocolates for milk or coffee, as well as bars in the shapes of birds and puppies( and no damn kittens! - except for one, that was apparently broken apart ), many forms of pastes, a few pastries of egg and chocolate sweets, as well as croissants, white bread, potato bread, herbal bread and cheese bread, all hot from the oven...
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| − | "Ta-DA! A perfect lunch made by none other than the most incredible spirit-o-maid in the entirety of Creation! Who is, by the way, much better than those annoying felines!"
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael lay back in the chair, looking out of the window at the setting sun, watching the clouds slowly grow red as the sun started to set, thinking back on what he had managed to garner about the Haslanti vistors to the city, how best to approach them and make them his offer, a contemplation interrupted by an idle scribing of his fingers, composing a few verses about the setting sun, until even that diversion is interrupted by the appearance of calisara, so briefly attired.
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| − | He makes no response at first, just a gentle inhalation, drawing in the scents of the food she had prepared for him. And, of course, her appearance, spending a long time studying every aspect of her dress, before eventually he lets the smile spread over his face a little more.
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| − | "Thank you, Calisara, my dear. You look ah ... divine this evening." He says warmly.
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| − | "I'll have to take Shara to bed every night if this is how you'll dress for me in the evenings." He says, with a twinkle of pure mischief in his eyes.
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "Why, thank you, master! I thought you would love this one.... I was saving it for some special occasion!" She smiles broadly, her teeth and lips shining, as she places one of the plates in front of Cael, then looks cross at him... turning about, her face taking on the tinges of sunset light over the clouds... her pearlescent eyes twinkling that way... as she mumbles, looking the other way. "... someone wants his bread burnt and filled with overripe cheese...."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "It was mmmm, worth the wait." He says, reaching out with his hand to stroke the outside of her thighs, just below the skirt, "Definately worth the wait .... and not a uniform I recognise ... which region claims ownership of uniforms like this?" He asks, completely ignoring the mumble, taking his coffee from the plate she had set down and sipping on it as he looked up to her.
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| − | "Your coffee too, is wonderful, as usual."
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' She nearly yelps as she is touched, almost letting go of the plate, squirming as she tries deperately to make sure nothing falls... and thanks the Sun that the plate with the liquids had already been put down. She is still cross at Cael, and answers almost grudgingly "...Chaya... that lady gifted me when we were there."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Ahh, Chaya." Cael says with a warm smile and warmth in his voice "You have kept that for a long time then ... I'm impressed."
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| − | "Though perhaps ..." He gently strokes her thigh with his thumb as he speaks, "You'd best put that plate down before you spill it all over the floor and then sit yourself down..." He gently indicates his lap, with an inviting smile on his face.
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' The plate touches the table as Calisara walks meekly to his lap, sitting down, still a little cross. But just a little. "If you liked so much, you could keep that psychotic feline out in the cold today..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael makes no reply to start with, setting the coffee down and slipping an arm around Calisara, resting it on her thigh as his other hand gently turns her face so her ear is right by his lips
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| − | "You ''are'' jealous." He whispers in her ear, stroking the side of her face and kissing the tip of her ear.
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| − | "Which is just another thing for the spanking I promised you." The word laced with warmth and devilishness and sin.
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "... as long as she is not around." Her voice says, trying her hardest to sound cross, but the touches of his lips make her eletric, to the tips of her fingers... to the point where they actually sparkle with the lighting within clouds. The orange-tinted light of the late afternoon covers both as she curls her toes... "And not jealous... I just... don't like her..." she says, trying to cover the sunlight in her clouds, so to speak.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "You don't like the thought of her watching you squirm and whimper?" He asks with another series of kisses.
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| − | "Even though I ''know'' you were watching last night...tsk tsk..."
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| − | "But..." He reaches and takes one of the egg pastries. "What don't you like about her?" He bites down as he waits for her answer.
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "I was ''not''! I was looking the other way! And, and... no! She can't! I would never have enough of her insufferable grins if she did! You know cats, they are like that. I don't want her to waaaattch." She says in a rapidfire, hands in front of her on his lap, leaning on him for more kises... and disappointed when he uses his lips for something else. Even though it was her own pastries!
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael kisses the side of her neck as he finishes the pastry, letting one hand drift to her breasts with a faint carress.
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| − | "So how many times did I use the crop on her breasts then?" He asks, as though it were the most natural question in the world, the tone of his voice demanding an answer from her.
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "Thirte... how should I know?!?" She turns around, furiously, looking at the window and making sure he does not catch even a gliiimpppse of her eyes or face! "... but if you did, she deserved it! Especially if you make her count!" She shivers at his touches, thinking of the night before...
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "So how many ''extra'' will you be counting for lying to me about watching then?" He whispers in her ear as he pushes the top down to below her breasts, pleased by the way they look in the reflection, idly fondling as he picks up another pastry, carefully chewing on it.
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "I... I..." She lowers her face, blushing furiously, excited, not knowing what to say, rubbing his legs just slightly...
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| − | "I... it is not fair..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Mmmm, what's not fair?"
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| − | He gently lifts her leg, hooking it over the arm of the chair, looking at her reflection in the mirror as he does, pleased at the way the silver emphasises things, nibbling now on some of the bread.
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| − | "How am I being unfair to you?" He idly leaves a hand resting on her thigh.
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' She almost comes to the point of cooing, squirming, trying not to rub him... at least, not ''too'' much.... watching the mirror now... and him, through the mirror... "I... I... well, I shouldn't... because of her... I don't want her to watch... would be too... embarassing..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Embarassing?" He lifts her skirt, revealing more of her even than she showed before, drawing her attention to the silver between her legs.
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| − | "Or Exciting?" Slowly trailing a piece of chocolate over her breasts and up to her mouth.
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' She shivers. Her tatoos swirl about her body, on every shiver, seeming to reach for the chocolate.... while she feels more and more exposed, her maid dress covering so little, and even less now, revealing the damp shining on the silver between her legs... and she closes her eyes, eating the chocolate, taking the opportunity not to think of anything, or answer to him...
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael lets her eat it, lets her close her eyes for a long while before he whispers a single word in her ears, a loaded question all in itself.
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| − | "Well?"
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' She finishes eating, and her face is lost on the fury of the strongest sunset shades...
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| − | "... yes."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' Cael trails another chocolate up to her mouth as a finger traces the top of her panties, pressing the sweet white chocolate between her lips as he slips a finger below the line of her panties.
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| − | "Yes....?"
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "Yes." her lips open, touching the chocolate, feelings its scent and the merest hints of its taste without touching it, merely touching it with her lips, in a manner that is almost... erotic. Her face is flushed in that incredible way only Calisara can blush, the tatoos' ends spreading, covering up to her neck with something that is almost akin to cotton clouds...
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| − | "Yes, it will be embarassing, master..."<br>
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| − | "Yes, it will be exciting, master..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "I love the way you blush." He murmurs into her ear, gently kissing along the edge as he does.
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| − | "I think that's why I make you blush so much." He notes in another whisper and kisses.
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| − | "So, will the kitty be watching you tonight?" He asks, letting her choose her own sin as he pushes the hand between her thighs a little lower.
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' She rubs against his hand in earnest now, small moans escaping from her lips...
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| − | "... yes..."
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| − | "... but she will be... beside me. Suffering too... so I can watch.. her..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "And if I give her the crop?"
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| − | He asks in a hot tone as he lets his fingers slip inside her, the other hand holding her chest.
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| − | "Would you like that?"
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "... no. She can watch you... use... the crop... on me... but if someone... else... has to use it... it is me... on her.." She arches back suddenly as he is in her, squirming on his lap, pressing her back against his', and he can feel her wings, the ephemeral existence that appears just as a ghostly afterthought... brushing over Cael's skin like a shiver.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "I'll just have to have her hold you on edge until you plead then ... I know you like that."
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| − | His fingers move subtly as he speaks.
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| − | "But then you've been waiting on edge for a while, haven't you...?"
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "Yesss... all.. those... weeks..." Since he had met Tahira, since she... he... them...
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| − | "I want... I want to fall... from the edge..."
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "You will."
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| − | His fingers slip right in.
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| − | "Tonight."
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| − | He pulls them out, bringing them up to her lips.
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| − | "Or before breakfast tomorrow, at least."
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' She just stays there, breathlessly, panting, looking at herself in the mirror... as Cael tastes her. The unique taste. She is not much like a human... it is... not bitter... ephemeral, hard to describe. It is almost like ice cream... melting ice cream. If one was flavored with lust and sin, of course.
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| − | "Oooh..." her moan is frustration. Pure frustration... and even more excited due to it.
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "Mmm." He lets out a satisfied sigh into her ear, nibbling on it softly.
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| − | "Though now I think you need to find a different way to entertain me ... you squirming on my lap is leaving my hands far too full to enjoy my dinner...."
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' She is still rubbing against him. Rubbing her thighs against his leg wanting more...
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| − | And looking at the table... "And there is... so much food..."
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| − | "It is hard to realise... that it is just us again, now..."<br>
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| − | The pause is for more than just being breathless, now...
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| − | '''Cael: ''' "You'll have passengers again soon enough my dear, of that I am sure." He says, his voice reassuring, almost devoid of the teasing heat of just moments before.
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| − | "Though until then ..." His voice drops back into a deeper, wamer sin than any this evening. "You can be sure I'll be taking ... advantage."
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| − | * - Back to [[GoldenCat/SeventhMovement|Seventh Movement]]
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