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 | Calla lays on his chest, humming in sweet content. Her body continues to tingle, her mind practically blank except for stray thoughts and feelings - love, lust, happiness, sated, laziness. These quiet moments when they lay together after an intense f-uck session are her favorite. She lazily runs her hands over his chest, stroking every scar and scale. Her fingers dance over his nipples as she idly plays with them. No doubt she’ll be sore in the morning, but she won’t complain. Well, she may, but there was never any heat behind her words. He’ll have to take care of her like he always does. She breaks the kiss to look at him for a few moments. He’s so sexy that it feels surreal that they’re together. “That made up for lost time,” she says before returning the soft kisses. Calla felt so full that it made her Omega side happy with the intense mating session. She moves up a little more so they’re not at a weird angle, and it causes small shocks of pleasure where they’re joined. She moans softly, careful not to move too much. “I’ve missed you so much. Seeing you felt like I was going into heat with how much I wanted you. My toys don’t satisfy me the way you can. Even the ones from Bad Dragon.” She kisses his cheek, and down to his neck to lick and playfully nip. Her chocolate hair spread out on her shoulders and tickled his skin. Calla had quite an extensive toy collection. When they couldn’t be together and she was h-orny, she would use her toys and send him videos. At least once a week depending on if she could carve room in her schedule though some nights she went with less sleep to help ease the stress of the day. How many videos had she sent him of her riding a monster dildo to completion while playing with her breasts? Far too many; if someone managed to get a hold of them, no doubt the person would try to blackmail her (as if it would work). She had even purchased those toys used for long-distance relationships for him to tease and get her off which helped the ache of wanting to be near him. She had brought some, but they were nothing compared to Giovanni’s large and girthy c-ock. She picks her head up to look at him, staring into those beautiful eyes of his. “My heat is coming up next month. I don’t suppose you can get time off to take care of me, can you?” She wiggles her hips to tease him. |
 | When Howard grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the host club, she felt excitement course through her veins. Yes, this is what she’s looking for! Someone who took charge, knew what they wanted, and let the moment take them. Consequences be Damned, she isn’t about to let him go after what’s going to be an amazing night together. She follows him, her heels clinking against the floor and concrete once they’re outside. She eyes the bike and flashes him another grin. If he had a beat up car or truck she would’ve been surprised, but a motorcycle suited his bad boy aura for sure. She approaches him, slipping a hand over his pants and gently stroking his c-ock. If she cares about anyone spotting them she doesn’t let it show. “If I’m not aching in the morning I’ll be disappointed,” she warns with a toothy grin. Oh, she’s ready. She tries not to squirm, but her scent lets him know how excited she is. Spiced cinnamon vanilla heavier in the air. She’s wet, and the vibration of the bike will just encourage more slick to be produced for the upcoming event. Maybe it’ll leave a stain so every time he rides his bike he’ll think of her. She playfully tugs at the zipper, sliding it just a little down before zipping back up. “When we get to wherever we’re going, I’m going to swallow your c-ock until I’m a moaning, crying mess. I don’t have a gag reflex either so feel free to f-uck my mouth.” Reluctantly, she pulls away. “Let’s go, lover boy.” Beatrice slips on the helmet and swings a leg over the bike to take a seat. |
 | Kōji listens intensely. Family problems? Well, this could make the possibility of murdering difficult. It could either bring the two closer together as he comforts his angel, or provide a wedge. No, he needs to be more open minded and accepting. How would normal people handle these problems? There, a good train of thought. Jacob doesn’t explain much in the beginning, and that’s fine. “I don’t know much, but it sounds like you’re close to your twin. Being open minded about their relationship shows how much you care for him. It’s amazing what we’re willing to accept when it comes to our loved ones.” And bonded to a teacher? Hmm, does this mean Jacob would be receptive to a possible wide age gap? Given the context so far, he just graduated so possibly eighteen, nineteen at most. So a nearly ten year age gap. Not the most insane he’s ever heard of given the amount of celebrities in their forties and up dating nearly twenty years their junior. Kōji would have to be careful around this teacher, and prove that he’s the best choice for Jacob’s mate. It would mean winning the acceptance of the twin as well. No doubt he would be a beauty, but nothing compared to his angel. “Please, tell me about your stepmother. I had a stepfather when I was younger, and he was…” Abusive? Arrogant? Selfish? Lazy? “Not the best person. I don’t know what my mother saw in him.” Kōji knew, but it was difficult to say. The only reason why the two were together was because he bit her during a romp. Some nights, Kōji would wonder what life would’ve been like had that not happened. Would Kaoru have found a worthwhile mate? Someone kind and caring who would’ve treasured her? There’s no point in dwelling in what ifs. “I hope your stepmother isn’t the unsavory type to be employed by the yakuza.” A small tidbit of information, just enough for Jacob to hopefully feel comfortable expressing his obvious distaste for the woman. He didn’t want to overwhelm his angel. No one liked a person who spilled their life story within the first ten minutes of meeting. |
| Calla feels her body flush as he kisses her. The texture of his tongue dancing against hers sends more pleasure. She rubs her tongue against his, the lewdness of it all making her wetter. They’ll have to record one of their sessions one day, but a thought for another time. She feels her climax approaching quickly, and she moans loudly to let him know. Her arms wrap around his neck to bring him impossibly closer, legs secure around his hips at the most pleasurable angle, and she is a molten hot mess on the bed. She briefly breaks the kiss. “F-uck, there, right there, f-uck me, Giovanni!” An electric charge courses through her body, and she arches off the bed as she cums. Her body erupts in tingles and heat. Her sharp nails dig into his back, words collapsing into sweet moans and whimpers. She doesn’t fall back to the bed though. Each thrust adds to the pleasure, another thrill of mating a dragon. Her head is pleasantly foggy in ways different than when she masturbates. No lover had ever made her tingle the way Giovanni does. She resumes the kiss, lazily, but no less passionate in how she feels for him. Her body properly relaxed with plenty of slick to further ease his large c-ock into her. She runs a hand through his dark tresses while the other over the small wound she created on his back. Vaguely, she wonders if this time his seed will take and she’ll become pregnant with his child. She wouldn’t mind it; each time they met, they tested the extent of her birth control. If they relied on condoms, she would’ve been pregnant ages ago. There’s a small voice in her head wondering if he’ll claim her. They haven’t talked about it so maybe once they’re sated for the moment they can. |
| F-uck, he made her hot. Howard kept checking off all her boxes; boxes that would be red flags to normal people, but green flags to her. Beatrice’s loving the way he gropes her ass, and takes control of the kiss. She meets his tongue with hers, and tastes the whiskey on his tongue. She could get drunk from it alone. And tonight, she would. At his words, she grins, pulling back just enough for their visions to only see each other. “More like, I know what I want and go for it.” She continues to rock her hips against his to stir him up more. She wonders if he would actually throw her down, and f-uck her right here on the bench from how much she’s teasing him. Beatrice isn’t sorry about it at all, and it’s evident on her face. “Would you rather I play the girl who's too shy to tell you what she wants? Is just quiet all night and doesn’t make a move?” She slides their hips together, and gently presses his face against her chest; her clothes soft, allowing him to get the feel of her large breasts hidden behind the dark clothing. “Or would you rather I be so self absorbed that I’m just a rowdy b-itch who ignores your wants?” A quick side glance lets her know she has people’s attention, and it’s addicting. She’s used to it from being on social media and posting about her sexual escapades and life, but there’s nothing quite like the thrill of stealing the attention away from someone. How many arguments is she starting just by their partner looking at them? She hopes at least one couple will get into a shouting match over this. The waiter returns with the receipt and a deep bow. His face was hidden, and she didn’t like that. Deciding to be a bit mean, she removes herself from Howard; tragic, but she has a cruel idea. She walks over to the waiter, pulling his head up by his hair, and she grins. His face is a deep shade of red, and she’s beginning to sweat. She would’ve felt bad if such a part of her existed, and she didn’t see his bulge showcasing what he truly thought of her. “Good boy.” She takes the receipt and releases him. Promptly grabbing her purse, and shoving the receipt inside. Right now she’s hot, h-orny and needing a glass of tall, blonde and fierce. “Lead the way, lover boy.” |
| Kōji felt his own set of fireworks explode in his chest. His angel was beginning to trust him! Wonderful! Slow and steady now. He extends his hand and shakes Jacob’s hand. Just on the firm side, but not too much. He can’t have Jacob thinking he’ll crush his hand. For a brief moment, he’s lost in the thoughts of touching Jacob’s body - worshiping him like he’s a god meant to be. Kissing supple skin, whispering how wonderful and beautiful he is, Kōji wouldn’t be able to get enough. Jacob is the ambrosia of the gods, and he would greedily drink from it. “It’s nice to meet you, Jacob.” He releases the young man’s hand, and motions to the back. Kōji has no problem asking people to excuse them. People quickly made room for them, and no doubt their spot had already been taken by an eager couple. Next year, he would take Jacob somewhere higher and more private for them to experience the light festival. They wouldn’t be interrupted by influencers, loud children or families blocking the view. Tonight was just the beginning. Tonight is the beginning of something far more grand than everything else that’s occurred in his life. Dare he say, more special than murdering his stepfather all those years ago. Luckily for them, the visitors preferred the festival over drinks thus leaving the bar nearly empty of occupants. He directs them to a quiet corner; privacy was needed for what was to be unraveled. He motions to the bartender for a drink. “Yamazaki if you have it, please.” A Japanese single malt whiskey that has a sweet blend with a citrus note to it. It’s been a while since he’s partaken in alcohol, and Yamazaki would usually quench that thirst. Kōji waits until Jacob is settled, ordered, and the bartender leaves before speaking again. “I have nowhere else to be. Please, tell me your problems, and I will do my best to help in any way I can.” |
| Calla sees the spark in Giovanni’s eyes, and knows she’s in for a long night. Every thrust hits her cervix, causing her to cry out in pleasure. There’s minor pain, but it only spurs her on to want more. She’s not a masochist, but with how big he is, she has to be to a small extent. Her hips arch up to meet his, but she quickly gives up when it becomes too much too fast. She places her hands above her head, depicting every bit the damsel in distress being taken by the mighty dragon. Calla enjoys submitting in bed; it gives her a chance to breathe in contrast to her Alpha-like personality when it comes to the courtroom and meetings. Giovanni gave her the freedom to express herself, and she loves that he doesn’t try to ‘tame’ her fiery self. When he grabs her throat, she moves her head back to give him more room, letting him know he has full control. She knows he won’t suffocate her. The choking causes her body to tighten around him as if he didn’t already fill her up. Vaguely, she wonders if this time they’ll break the bed; it’s happened before, and would happen again. They need a sturdy bed that would somehow be able to withstand the strength and endurance of a dragon while being comfortable for her. A thought for another time. Calla begs sweetly, yearning for more of him however he gives it to her. She calls out his name, no doubt loud enough for neighbors to hear her. She places a hand over her mouth, trying to quiet herself. It’s a difficult challenge; she’s always been vocal with how he made her feel. Her other hand grips the pillow. “F-uck, Gio-VAN-ni! More, I need MO-re of you!” And how she did. Her breast bounced heavily with each thrust, rubbing against his chest. Her nipples are hard, and tingling from the friction. It wouldn’t take her very long to cum. The pleasure building as if molten lava is in her heated core, swirling as each thrust gave her more pleasure. She feels her body tingle, a sign she’s nearing. It wouldn’t take much to make her cum now. No one turned her on like he did. Calla never craved someone as much as she did him. |
 | Miyako should’ve known dating Dusan would present challenges. The first and foremost being the lack of communication. Though she’s known to go days at a time without responding to messages or phone calls, Dusan would go weeks, nearing a month without a word. Sometimes she felt the whole hotel event didn’t happen, and that it was a lucid dream brought upon by sake and loneliness. Then he would appear for a short time before disappearing for another undisclosed amount of time. She knows it’s because of his job, but the paranoia brought upon a new wave of insecurity. She’s gone as far as trying to track his phone, but the signal couldn’t be picked up anywhere. Some nights the voices got the best of her, and she would mumble theories that he had found another Omega woman or he didn’t want her. It took hours for her to come down from that mindset, and usually with the aid of alcohol or Xanthe or Ivan. Ivan expressed his fears of her condition worsening each time she used her abilities, but she dismissed him. Paranoia believing he wanted to replace her with someone else. But paranoia wasn’t present tonight. Tonight, she reserved two seats at Nihonryori-RyuGin. Last she saw Dusan, she mentioned wanting to go to the restaurant and had made reservations for the two of them. She wanted him to come, but who's to say he will. The man was unpredictable which caused some frustration, and tonight she would let him know it. If she didn’t get distracted by his charming looks or sculpted body. She swears every time she wants to bring something important up he knows the moment and takes her mind elsewhere. Tonight, Miyako wore an Alaia dress; simple in its black material with a dark gray pattern. Her dark hair is straightened, and drapes over her shoulders like ebony waves. The dress shapes her figure catching the eye of several restaurant goers, but she ignores them. Simple silver jewelry dons her ears, wrists and fingers. Even her black heels are simple paired with a dark gray purse that hangs on the back of the chair. It’s been thirty minutes past the reservation time, and still no Dusan. She tries not to look annoyed or saddened by his absence. She sips her French sauvignon blanc wine, and decides to wait five more minutes. If he doesn’t show up then she’ll begin ordering, and enjoy dinner by herself. Nihonryori-RyuGin & Link to Dress |
| Beatrice would be lying if she said she didn’t find people staring at them even slightly arousing. She’s been in threesomes and cuckolding/cuckqueening positions before so it didn’t bother her. If anything, it made the heat in her lower region grow. When Howard grabs her ass, she moans and rocks her hips into his once more. Good, he had no qualms about being rough which she liked. She preferred her partners to let loose, and enjoy themselves. It wasn’t fun when they were holding back or trying to be gentle thinking she’d break. She had a preference, and it was hot, sweaty, intense sex that left her breathless in the end. She watches Howard tell the waiter about the bill, and it sparked an idea. She grabs the waiter’s tie, and brings him close; not close enough to kiss, but enough for him to look up at her from his position. “Charge it all to my card. And be quick. I have a man to f-uck.” She thought about giving the waiter a kiss on the cheek to spark some jealousy in Howard, but she didn’t know him well enough to know if that would do it. It would probably turn him off, and he would cancel their plans, and she didn’t want that. She releases the waiter, and watches in sadistic glee as the man scurries away once more. Good, he better hurry up. Beatrice turns her attention back to Howard. She runs her hands over his chest, back up, and one hand goes to the back of his neck. On impulse, she decides to kiss him. Pomegranate flavored lips clash against his. She rocks her hips into his, wanting to feel more of him. One hand runs itself through his soft hair, and the other remains on his chest, grabbing hold of his shirt, and pulling them closer. |
| Kōji understood the power of alcohol, and how it had its poisonous effect on people. More than once he had subdued his targets with alcohol or the promise of more to lure them into the shadows where he ended their life, and gave them a new purpose in death. Depending on the circumstances that lead him to the decision weighed heavily on how the person would die. He enjoyed making artwork out of the corpses, and posing them. The newspapers would post them all over knowing they would sell papers, and all it did was spur his fans on more, but he didn’t care for them. Part of him enjoyed that the police had no inkling on who the actual murderer was, and was responsible for putting pressure on the task force. He was methodically careful about every step. He had to be. But his angel wouldn’t be like the others. Selfishly, he wants to covet his angel. His mother had plenty of friends, and more will come. “Alcohol will only make you feel better in the moment, but there is a bar here if you would like to sit down and talk.” He’d rather his angel be sober when confessing his thoughts, but this would have to do for now. Kōji was extremely careful when partaking in alcohol around others. A simple slip of loose lips could mean the difference between freedom and life in prison. The fireworks continue, but their lights have nothing like the shine in his angel’s eyes. Kōji will ensure that his angel would only cry in happiness. Anyone who brought his angel to tears would die, and it would not be pretty. It would make the likes of Ted Bundy be child’s play. Unless, by some rare occurrence, the person’s death would make his angel cry more. He sighs inwardly; human emotions are so complex and unpredictable at times. “I’ll pay for the cab so you have a safe ride back home.” |
| Giovanni’s words send another pleasant shiver down Calla’s spine. She moans and releases small gasps as he plays with her breasts and tears her clothing off. The lingerie mere paper in his hands. It doesn’t stop another intense heat rising in her core when he tears her bra off. “Is that a promise?” she responds when he says he’ll make sure she can’t stand. He’s done it several times before, and each time only increases her desire for him if possible. Who wouldn’t be hot and h-orny for a mighty dragon treating them like they were the only treasure in the cave? Oo, that would make a great roleplay idea for next time. Calla watches in rapt attention when his member makes its appearance. She recalls the first time they had sex, and it had taken some time and lube to get him all the way inside her with how big he is. Her body had adjusted, and ensured it would provide enough juices since then. As he rubs it against her heated core, she lifts her hips to rub herself on its hot length. She reaches down to stroke it, making sure it was completely hard (but who wouldn’t have the hots for her). Each time felt unreal as the last that this mighty dragon had picked her, and she felt love blossom in her chest. As Giovanni’s member slid into her, she felt her body opening up to him. There’s twinges of pain, but they quickly vanish as pleasure takes hold. When he’s fully inside of her, she runs a hand down her body to where he is inside of her. She presses down, feeling him and stroking him from the outside. As he kisses her, she melts beneath him, and softly moans. Her legs wrap around his large frame, and hips move up to match his thrusts. “I’m ready for all of you. Do your worst, Giovanni.” It’s a dangerous tease, and she knows what’ll happen, but she can’t help it. She wants him to lose control. |
| Beatrice is caught off guard with how easily he sets her in his lap. Her hands quickly find purchase on his shoulders and give them a squeeze. In this position, she can feel his muscles, and it turns her on. Either it had been way too long since she’s had sex or she found Howard extremely attractive which was the case. His hands felt hot on her thighs, and if he slid them any further up he would note she wore skimpy lace panties that did little to hide her wetness. His spikey blonde hair, harsh attitude and the way he didn’t shy away from her was a turn on. He matched her energy and bit right back which she liked. Some of her previous partners would find her attitude horrid or unladylike. They thought once they were alone they would get a simpering weak Omega who would bow to an Alpha without any problem. Too bad for them that they got a loud mouth, angry and crude woman who had no problem speaking her mind. She’s bedded plenty of Alphas, Betas and Omegas, and not once did she change her ways. She didn’t subscribe to that nonsense. She grins down at him, and rolls her hips against his. Her scent came out to let him know exactly how he made her feel. Spicy cinnamon vanilla tells anyone within a few feet that he arouses her, and how badly she wants him. “I can handle you, Howard.” She hadn’t paid much attention to the way her skirt rolled up from this new position, dangerously close to letting her rear in full view of anyone walking by. They weren’t exactly in a hiding spot, and received a lot of looks from the other patrons and hosts. Not that she cared, Howard could f-uck her right here, and she would ride him until she came. “Now, are you gonna f-uck me here or in a room? Cause I’ll be more than happy to be the reason you got fired for f-ucking a client in full view of everyone here.” |
| Kōji silently watches his angel. There is something, anything, he can do to help. Is this how Hades felt? Did Hades watch Persephone, beautiful and pure and alone, and think he would do anything to covet her? How did he wish to put a crown of gold on her head, and give her the high title of Queen of Hades? If Kōji coveted his angel would the weather slip into winter causing the death of nature, vegetation and people? Oh, Kōji would make it to where speaking his name - whatever it may be - would be like saying a prayer. The Lysol can didn’t bother him. If anything, it comforted Kōji knowing his angel preferred cleanliness. A dark part of him enjoyed that his angel didn’t want others to notice his scent. It belonged to Kōji and Kōji only. But he wouldn’t hide his angel away, oh no. No, the world needed to see the beautiful dark haired man who took his breath away without even so much as a glance. His fingers itched to grab his miniature sketchbook, and illustrate the perfect clothing for his beloved. His angel would be the Adonis that the world gazed in envy over. Kōji thanks Death for this gift. “There is no need to apologize,” Kōji says with a small smile. He puts the handkerchief back into his suit pocket. “I myself prefer cleanliness. My business has an air purifier to keep others from scenting the place. It smells delightfully of lemon.” Would his angel like his scent? For the first time he felt conscious of its metallic qualities. He valued self control, and didn’t find his own scent particularly pleasing hence the lemon. “I know I’m a stranger, but I can always listen. I have nowhere to be.” Not a stranger for long if he has anything to do with it. |
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