One Sore Time With The Anime Club…

While it might’ve been written in a post sometime ago, as I replied to a comment on Saturday’s topic, what the follower said gave a good idea for what I’m about to explain. (Thank you moyatori)! 🙂

Growing up, there were people who thought since I’m wheelchair bound with Cerebral Palsy, no lights are on upstairs, if ya get my drift, having them ask my parents questions about me, which my dad’s response still makes me smile to this day! Someone asked him something about me, I forget what, but he was, “My son’s next to me, ask him!” He didn’t like people who thought I’m mindless. Mom was the same, even putting a wheelchair company rep in their place for saying I was too rough with their chair, hence why it broke down damn near weekly.

Even nowadays, when people meet me, they act like I’m not all here, taking to me like I’m two or something, but in the early 2000s, a situation unnerved me and that’s the topic today.

In many posts, you’ve read where the anime club I was in felt like home, after they got use to me, but when they first met me, a few were clearly not seeing me. When mom took me to the anime cons in the 90s, she trusted me to do and go where I wanted when I wanted, which had me buy up half the dealer room, BUT LOL! 🙂 In 200-01, after her stroke, my sister took me as part of the club and set me loose to be on my own and here was when crap took a turn!

One of the members saw me on my own and rather than talk to me to let me explain myself, she ran to get the club president crying, and he dragged me up to their room, not letting me say my piece, but saying I needed supervision. He then brought me to my sister and she told him off almost, saying, “My brother has a mind, He has been coming to these for a longtime and yes he does alright for himself. Did you even try talking to him?!” Hearing her put the brakes on them was great, but for a few minutes after, I felt like shit.

They treated me better since, until the club disbanded, but can people stop treating me like I’m retarded without me having to prove myself?

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Love This Truck!

F150 Raptor Stampede 2017

 

Ever since my R/C truck was “fixed” finally a couple weeks ago, the yard has been owned by me daily. I’ve love being out with it & when outside running the Stampede, the peace I get can’t be measured in words. True, I have a condition where my body temperature is higher than normal & if the temp outside is 95, it feels like 100 degrees to me, but lately I didn’t mind going out in the weather.

Grant it, I might’ve had a sunburn starting, but was is worth it! ^_^ Sure, when it rains, staying inside is my choice, but before the weather changes & it gets colder, my plan is to be outside. And I need to put something here before closing this post. I could go out and just sit, however if I do, strangers will ask if I’m okay or do I need help fifty times, driving me bonkers.

The Time That Almost Killed My Love For Anime!

Think I mentioned this in a post before, not sure, but for new followers, I’ll revisit the topic. Many know that my love for anime started in the 90s with the Festival Of Anime the Sci- Fi channel ran every Summer, and I named the first show I loved that aired that week. Through the years, there have been a lot of killer series that interested me, a few that I’ve shook my head over too, but there was a time I debated falling out of love with anime completely, & that’s what the topic is for today/tonight.

Early to mid 2000s, I got wind that the local college had a anime club, so to get out of the house, I went to a meeting. Ain’t saying how nerves had me, but if you have to know, “shaking” would fit! Anyway, I adjusted, making friends, which relaxed me and had me go to their screenings. The anime they showed were mostly good, but there was a member that gave off a creep factor, which I avoided at all costs, but when it became his turn to pick the monthly lineup, I cringed!

See, I dunno if he was gay, which I have no problem with, or if he had mental issues, but it seemed as if the guy loved Hentai ish and cross dressing characters in anime a bit too much because he’d pick that genera of anime to show almost each time it was his turn, so it seemed. I sat through that night, but a few days after my dad passed, there was a screening with the member’s choices.

It wasn’t needed for me to go, hell the club president told me if I didn’t show, she’d understand, but at the time, my roommates were stressing me out so I went. Don’t think my chair had time to cool off, after the first few minutes, I drove out of the room and sat in the hallway. Can recall thinking, “And I like this stuff?” True, the grief was talking, but the member’s choices were oi!

Love to hear thoughts on this.

Returned To An Old Story & Almost Done,Here’s The Progress!

All original stories, characters posted and mentioned here are owned by me, please do not repost them without my expressed permission, thanks!!

 

I know people must be tired of me posting my clause before showing story progression, but I think you know why I do. Before beginning, let me say the below story has erotic situations and is NOT for kids or those who find adult work distasteful.

 

Over the last week or so, a nudge had me working on old stories & I’m enjoying it. This more than likely is due to me getting outside almost daily, something I’ll be posting about when I wake up later! 🙂 There are a lot of stories I’m working on, including the vampire novel, but Enslaved Princess is one that has been worked the most, about to be wrapped soon, but perhaps the title needs a redo, you’ll read why. 🙂

 

saraphyn                                                                Saraphyn!!

 

There could be errors I didn’t see yet, please excuse them. Enjoy!

 

Skya redone 1                                                                                 Skya!!

 

 

 

ENSLAVED PRINCESS

AUTHOR’S NOTE Skya and the characters herein aren’t based on anyone living or dead, (or undead). Furthermore, this fiction is not based on actual events, if they are, it is purely accidental. I retain all rights to the characters and work. Any recreation without consent is PROHIBITED! Furthermore, the piece you’re about to read contains M/F, F/F, M/F/F sexual situations, if you object to sex, don’t read!


Sitting on her throne reading reports of another raid on a neighboring kingdom, a human one, which she knew didn’t fully trust her people, and this more than likely would sink the treaty, a young navy blue haired princess felt the fires of anger building, until her fist hit the armrest. ”This cult again?! I’ve sent some of my best guards to find out information, most ended up dead or pregnant!” she said, the sting of anger could be felt in each word. The elf princess had no need for anger, she didn’t need or want it in her life, that much she admitted, but whispers of this group have been around for years, least as long as she has been ruling and little clues to why they do what they do have been uncovered.

Glancing up at a guard, Skya needed no words to tell to gather the other guard, the look on her face did the speaking, having the guard summon the rest, or whoever was left. She had a plan, yes a highly dangerous one, a few of the guard may say it wasn’t fit for a princess, but it “WAS” her only option because she wasn’t risking more of her guard. After her troops gathered into the torch lit throne room, the princess scanned to see how many were left before she said, “This cult hides in the shadows while I read reports. Some of you might object, but I’m heading out, tracking these cowards down so no one of you need to go missing.” in a commanding voice fit for her, though a better way word it could’ve been used, of that Skya didn’t overlook.

Each person in the room knew their leader could handle herself in battle, but this went beyond description, having all against their princess. The reason was sound, if they lost her, they’d be lost to put it mildly, but the troops know once she puts her mind to something, even the gods wouldn’t sway her, quelling the mumbling. “Least try to be careful and use spells if you get into something your sword skills can’t get you out of, m’lady?” a male guard asked semi calmly, no, pleading with her, knowing the danger of her choice.

The love Skya had for her guards and people went beyond measuring, a two way path to say the least, she’d do everything for them, even put herself in harms way for them, a drive making her agree to the request. Before heading out, the woman left someone from her court in charge and trained first, ensuring her sword and magic skills were in top form. Skya had no idea this quest would expose her secret thoughts and wants, taking her on a road where sex might end her free spirit, not to mention end her rule.

As she headed out, jumping from tree to tree, only stopping for sleep, which didn’t bless her too much, bathing and food for days, the navy blue haired elf felt odd about one part of the forest, as if it had evil intentions, if that made any sense, sending her hand to her blad, ready to unsheathe it. Strange wouldn’t be the word for this feeling, eerie fit because even the tree spirits felt as though they could kill, one fact chilling the princess down. Not sure from where, her instincts told her to jump away, which Skya did, narrowly avoiding a dagger that clipped some hair, she found a female dark elf clad in black, almost Gothic armor behind her, getting her on a different tree.

A guess wasn’t needed, she knew the name of this dark elf and what she could do, that second fact alone sent the princess on high alert, getting her sword ready. “Saraphyn, you’re behind this cult?! I demand to know!” Skya said in a strong voice, unbridled anger dripping from start to finish while eyeing the dark woman, something hard to do with her black armor. Noting Saraphyn’s feet, the princess jumped, meeting her opponent in mid air about to strike, a sword swing met by wire, binding her wrists together before Saraphyn knocked her out.

How enjoyable it was to do that to the elven princess, nothing came to mind to describe the feeling, but Saraphyn was far from finished with Skya, not by any means, and that gave the dark elf a thrill. She knew she needed to get the princess back to the cult’s stronghold for mind stripping, she would before first light, this moment needed a topping to make it sweeter however. Though she didn’t need to do this, as it was so unnecessary, but the way Saraphyn felt, it’d kick more mud on the “perfect” princess, making her take hold of Skya’s hair and lift her limp body up before she said, “DEMANDS? Your demands will do you no good where you’re headed, dear… No, we plan to use you, pleasure and make you debase yourself, then who knows.” in a somewhat angry cat purr, ending the statement by licking the princess’s ear, leaving a wet trail.

What she did made a smile spread across her face as she looked at the soon to be victim, taking her body in, eyeing every detail, letting Saraphyn wander. After standing there drooling, probably fantasizing about making love to the navy blue haired elf, a possibility given the techniques the mages would use on her, Saraphyn put Skya over her shoulder and headed for the stronghold. Once there, priests went to work, putting the limp woman on a stone slab, a rather chilly one judging by the weak sigh that passed her lips and began chanting words of a forgotten tongue, having aura surround Skya. They didn’t need instruction, each one of the four knew their parts, pealing back the layers to the princess’s dark desires if you wanted to use that phrase, a practice the priests did well, flawlessly if truth be told.

Even though out from the dark elf woman’s blow, Skya felt what the priests were doing, invading her mind and stripping it of defenses, trying to get to the sensual secrets, secrets the princess rather not reveal. As she fought the mages, or tried putting up a good fight, judging by the strained look on the woman’s face, in a dream, she saw herself nude, on a torture rack being whipped by two faceless men while a third fingered her, taking minutes to eat her sex out, disturbing to say the least, images that compelled her to look away. After looking away, Skya’s dream self appeared on the device, naked, being worked at both ends, a degrading situation if there ever was one.

Nothing could describe the shame that being whipped and the other thing brought down on her, no words anyway, that was for sure, but as she felt the whip, some surges of impossible feelings started to bubble, feelings the elf princess held in by biting her lip. Skya did know what they were, saying she didn’t would just scar her more and the elf knew it, but giving into her secret desires wasn’t a luxury she could afford, making the princess toughen up her mental walls with magic. Even with help, in time the walls began cracking, exposing her sensual mindset, having her weakly moan while she said, Nooo, mm mustn’t give in. Have to fight, mmm…” weakly, almost under her breath, but there was little mistaken a hint of pleasure surrounding the words, driving the third man onward.

“Please stop it…” Skya pleaded in a moan while fighting the bonds, fearing she might succumb, something she knew already began by her juices flowing down her flawless leg, causing her to look away in shame, yet satisfaction crossed her path, having the elf princess yearn for round two. The woman felt something nudging her, it was and wasn’t her, as if some magic continued working on her, removing layer upon layer of her desires, exposing more of them as faceless women appeared. Little needed to be said what they wanted, hands on her flawless body, working it, kissing her body, breasts and all told her a lot, having a side of Skya afraid and want to resist, which lost a bit ago, the other side wanted this to happen, shooting chills up, down and through the elf’s body.

Biting her lip, trying to fight the waves of pleasure and what she wanted to do, it needed to be said Skya did boost her own mental defenses when Saraphyn knocked her out, and though the boost helped hold her desires in, most were free, playing for the princess, having her want, no need sex. As if they knew what desire flowed through her, the elf noticed two of the faceless beings start to release her from the bonds, stopping only to kiss her pointed ears, tracing them and did a lot more than words could say to hit every point of pleasure her body held, having the elven princess’s heart fluttering. “Mmm yes…” she moaned semi silently, though the two worked Skya like they heard the woman, tracing her cheek, with their hands slowly, almost to a fault before both gave her a wet kiss, a kiss the navy blue haired princess moaned into as she deepened it.

In many ways she knew this wasn’t right, it seemed so obvious from the start, that didn’t stop her though, quite the opposite, it fueled her in a sense, letting the faceless beings escort the elf to another waiting female. No words were said, Skya had a feeling the woman wanted her to get on top of her, compelling the elf to lay the unknown woman on the stone slab and mount her, hands taking everything about her in inch by sexy inch while hanging over her faceless lover. Feeling the being begin to attend to her bust, kissing, kneading and everything in between gave the elven princess chills that ran through her fine body and down her spine, making her arch her back while hands cradled the faceless woman to her bosom, letting her kisses tell the tail.

Oh, while the one under the princess attended to her bust, it left the rest open to do as they pleased, an invitation the faceless women couldn’t wait to RSVP on. They knew what they’d do to her to expose Skya to more treats on the menu, not like Skya wanted to refuse of course, making everyone of them kiss, rub and massage each part of her body, taking care to keep the navy blue haired elf on that edge of pleasure for the final phase of the spell. Saying the beings enjoyed the work of keeping the woman so close to the edge of release wouldn’t be the most accurate, more like relished in her cries of desire and seeing the princess’s love juice flow out so they might lick her pussy, cleaning it well for what would come next, a mission they took seriously.

“Moooore…” Skya’s dream self lustfully moaned, feeling herself on that ledge about to fall, but to her dismay, it seemed as if they wanted to keep her reeling, cruelty if there ever was any. Being relatively seduced to confront the side of herself she placed behind a wall made of rock, bathing in desire then not being able to find relief wasn’t fun, actually fun didn’t fit this situation, but it worked, almost bringing the princess to tears in her dream and her slumbering self. If she had a say, death would be better than the limbo these faceless beings had her in, the elf admitted that flat out, it didn’t look like that want wouldn’t be granted however, but as soon as she thought that, something grabbed a bunch of her navy blue hair and Skya felt something enter her sex, making the elf princess scream in pain, but very strong hints of pleasure within.

She’d love to see who was doing her now in fact, a wish she wanted to fulfill if the surges of passion weren’t ruling her, driving her to kiss the woman under her deeply, a kiss the elf put everything into. With each thrust, Skya felt herself close to what she needed most, even closer than she thought possible, some dream making the elven princess to close her eye as she said, “Yes, right there… Can’t hold on.” in a blissful moan, shivering of what could be a climax starting, compelling her to lock up, every nerve firing at once, having a silent scream exit before her beautiful frame fell under its own weight.

Awakening hours later, cuffed to the wall by what looked like rusty chains, though somehow when she tried breaking them, they proved otherwise, Skya found Saraphyn gazing at her, like drinking from a stream, a sight firing her defiance. “When my kingdom doesn’t hear from me, they’ll come looking, you twisted filth!” the princess said with fire in her voice, pulling at the bonds, but she found something off in the dark elf’s eye that spooked her, she couldn’t place why though.

After coming into the cell, rather loving the fact of the stuck up little girl held to the stone wall gave the female dark elf a thrill, making her so bold that she got in Skya’s face. Having the whole thing that the princess went through not be apparent to her just made Saraphyn want to laugh as hard as possible so she could kick more dirt on her, a laugh she needed to keep in, but she said, “Tisk princess, see by the time they try, you’ll be sold, pleasuring your owner.” she said with a grin but knelt to a knee, fingering the captive, adding, “You see dear, we cast something on you, making you crave sex and the human will find you rather slutty when it fully hits you.”

“Please stop it, I command you!!!” Skya said in a forceful tone to her voice, trying to get the dark elf to remove her finger, one demand that fell on deaf ears. Having this happen to her had the princess feel low, but to be a human’s property and probably be his sex slave more or less would kill the elf, having the woman’s fire ignite to escape. Yet, Skya felt something, a feeling may be, letting images of a human all over her to bleed into her head, wetting her pussy

“I told you princess, your demands and commands would mean little here!” Saraphyn answered with anger coupled with a sadistic pleasure in her tone of voice, fingering the navy blue haired elf’s sex faster and harder. Nothing better could please the dark elf than to see and hear Skya’s weak moans of what were most likely bliss, compelling her onward and attack her captive’s pussy faster. Still working the stuck up princess, signs told Saraphyn that it would only be a matter of minutes before her captive would cave, like Saraphyn needed signals anyway, having the dark elf slowly stand and kiss Skya’s chest,

Humiliation wouldn’t even cover how the princess felt, come to think of it, nothing would, having her fight against the bounds. Skya had no idea when, bits of arousal began to creep in, putting a stop to her resistance somewhat, making the elf bite her lip, the look of disgust all over her face. “I mustn’t give in, mmm…” the princess told herself in a mumble, trying to boost her defenses, a wasted speech and effort because surges going up her sexy frame broke the dam, causing Skya to flow onto Saraphyn’s finger.

Seeing the navy blue haired princess’s love juice on her finger did more than please the female dark elf, it empowered her, giving Saraphyn reason to smile while tasting the woman’s sweet liquid. There was little doubt what just happened knocked Skya down a few spaces, anyone with eyes could see that, all part of the dark woman’s plan. She held many elves captive, more than she cared to count, but none would fit what she needed or what her lover would want, but Saraphyn knew her human mate would go crazy over Skya, having her lick the princess’s ear and say, “My boyfriend and I will love you baby…” in a whisper, a purr followed the statement.

Every elf knew the stories about humans, they were unfit to breed with, unkept and the lowest form of life on the planet, so that fired Skya’s will a bit to give Saraphyn a dirty look. “Just like you to bed with some lower being, I will never let him touch me!!!!” she said in a angry sneer, pulling at the chains more with every word. Sickened wasn’t the word that Skya wanted to use, though it was better than some that she would use, but before the knew it, the princess found the dark elf’s hand meeting her face and a somewhat sharp pain followed, silencing her.

While Saraphyn knew the stories about human’s were untrue, hearing the princess say that kind of struck a cord, fueling her anger more. “Oh sweetie, how wrong you are, you’ll see…” the dark elf said in a purr by the captive’s ear, quelling the thoughts of slapping Skya more, something hard to ignore. At first glance, it might seem like Saraphyn and her man want to keep the princess as a sex slave, cum dump, whatever the term might be, but that truth was far from that, the dark elf knew that a longing was in Skya’s eyes, a want Saraphyn wanted to help Skya explore.

Thoughts of a human inside her, having his way with her didn’t sit well with the princess, firing her resistance again, but as she pulled at her bonds, the dark elf’s hand struck her harder, dragging Skya’s head downward. Looking down at the cold dirty floor, all Skya could picture was a human taking her, a distasteful image indeed, though a piece of her found it alluring. “Why is that thought crossing my mind?” the navy blue haired woman asked herself softly, some feeling she hid from others laced in with the question.

Mating with humans was looked upon as the ultimate sin, Skya knew and obeyed that more or less, but parts of the elf always had a yearning to try it, though she blocked that off. For obvious reasons, not to mention the fact she was due to be crowned, the princess had to bury that want, and perhaps in time, believed the stories. Now, though able to explore that, there were parts of herself telling her she’d be an outcast, basically ripping the princess apart, making a tear fall.

When the day came to present Skya to her boyfriend, Saraphyn knew what she needed and wanted to do. Standing at the princess’s cell door, sending one of her underlings to get the navy blue fairy curled haired elf ready would’ve been one option, but the dark elf knew they would’ve raped or scarred the woman and she didn’t want that, at least not that day. “Believe me or not, I don’t care, I’m trying to help you explore something…” Saraphyn said calmly as she unlocked the chains, taking Skya to bathe.

She could say things, words were there and truthfully, the princess had a little fire left, but three days or whatever without a bath worked on her, breaking her to a degree. Watching the dark elf draw a bath, though she heard her wanting to help her, “Why is she doing this?” went through Skya’s mind, watching her captor draw the water for the woman’s bath. Skya knew Saraphyn planned to give her to her human, an idea still not going down her throat very easy, if easy was the word for it, the dark elf didn’t hit or made no aggressive move towards her that day, throwing the princess.

As she removed the off pink bow from the elf’s long flowing hair, letting the rest of it drop, Saraphyn walked Skya over to the hole of water, taking the rest of the princess’s clothes off. After, the dark elf removed her armor and what little she had on, directing the navy blue haired woman in while coming in behind her, sensing a bit of resistance. Slapping Skya did enter Saraphyn’s mind, having the idea almost draw her hand back, but no, though she had ice for blood, making her heartless in someways, meeting the man she loved more or less warmed her blood, besides Saraphyn didn’t wish to hurt their new roommate.

Being escorted into the bath by the dark elf made the princess fear what may come next, making a chill climb her spine. Okay, the word didn’t quite fit, but Skya knew that Saraphyn was attracted to men and women and how she seemed to look at her, a small bit of hunger in her eye put the princess on edge, making the chill grow colder. Should she try to fight if her bath partner tried anything, this question preyed on Skya’s mind, having her eyes meet Saraphyn’s, as they did though, something odd were in them.

The dark female knew she could overpower the princess, taking what she felt like, but rape just didn’t fit into this scene though. No, when she fell in love, things on that nature just seemed unnecessary so to speak, having Saraphyn reach for Skya’s shoulders, massaging them slowly. As she worked, it didn’t escape the dark elf that she became “domesticated”, something she told herself she’d never do before the guy melted her ice heart, but now, though somewhat chilly, she couldn’t picture being without him.

The fact that Saraphyn’s hands were massaging her shoulders gave her chills, adding to an already tense moment, but uncertainty mounted to the stress Skya felt, making her want to jump at any movement the dark elf made. With each passing moment of having her enemy’s hands on her, trying to “easy the tension off”, yeah, like that might happen, the princess continued feeling chills run her spine, but then, an odd feeling as well. It wasn’t like the feeling she felt when this started, no, it felt warm, nice in a way, having Skya look back at Saraphyn.

Though the princess couldn’t place what stirred within her, she knew it seemed like arousal, one impossible thing. “I can’t be… What is this?” the navy blue haired elf mumbled, feeling the stress melt from her, letting herself be molded under the dark elf’s hands. Being heir to the throne, not to mention other duties her parents had her doing before taking it, sex with anyone took a backseat. And besides, she never really had time to explore anything she wanted, especially this, leaving Skya looking at Saraphyn for what could be guidance.

Peering back, though faint, the princess’s bath partner saw hints of longing in her eyes, hints telling Saraphyn to proceed with her plan. Skya’s look gave the dark elf permission to do whatever, that went without saying, and the woman had plans begging to be employed, but she knew if her and her boyfriend wanted her to live their lifestyle with them, most of the things that she wanted to do to the princess would have to go, having Saraphyn’s hands explore the blue haired elf’s body slowly, almost as if she was a sculptor working clay.

Shivers radiated up, down and through the elf princess’s sexy body, compelling her to bite her lip as she looked back at her once captor, soon to be lover. Again, Skya never had time to think about sex before, but feeling the dark elf’s hands gliding over her flawless skin, going over her ample bosom and working them caused her heart to flutter. No words could describe the amount of lust that the princess had in her eyes, it would hurt to say verbally, having the two elves lip lock in a deep and seductive way.

Deepening the kiss while wrapping her arms around the navy blue haired woman, Saraphyn’s kiss spoke volume after volume. For the longest time, being like this with the princess had been playing out in the dark elf’s head, keeping her “grounded”, but she never once tried this before now, making her tongue wrestle Skya’s. After a few minutes of tongue play, the two broke the kiss and Saraphyn began raining kisses on the princess’s neck, taking care to hit every pleasure point along the way.

“Hmmm, so wrong, but so……” the princess panted a bit under her breath as she felt the surges her paramour’s assault caused, loving them. After moving her face to expose more of her neck for her lover, Skya knew something wasn’t right with her, instinct wiped that away though, having the elf woman left arm reach back and hold Saraphyn’s head to her neck. Little needed to be said, how Skya blushed gave the fact she enjoyed this away, but she wanted more, making her turn and face her bath mate before cupping the dark elf’s head in her hands, bringing Saraphyn to her bust.

Pleasuring the princess’s bosom and rather loving it, the dark elf couldn’t deny how quickly the spell ripped the wall away, or perhaps Skya had always been this repressed sexually. Working the woman’s pillows, kissing, massaging them, only taking a few minutes at a time to rubs the nipples, it excited Saraphyn to finally act out a fantasy she had for what seemed like a lifetime, making the dark elf relish this more with each feel. She also knew her human male would enjoy the princess as well, if not more so, knowledge drawing Saraphyn to Skya’s ear, love biting it before she asked, “Are you ready to meet my other half, my sweet?” purring, almost in a singsong tone.

Perhaps the blissful surges going through the young elf like lightening, fueling the state that held her in it’s grip, who knows, but Skya couldn’t help but to say, “I want, I want, mmm…” in a loud pant, bringing Saraphyn to her breasts. She knew full well the dark elf’s mate was human, possibly a dirty one too, that might not be too far from truth, but parts of the high elf wanted him inside her though. It would be a sin to admit that if her right mind controlled her, Skya knew that, the way she felt right then threw “laws and beliefs” out the window, leaving the navy blue haired lady yearning.

Hearing her bath mate’s lust as she said that she wanted to meet the dark elf’s human, not to mention the look on the princess’s face told her Skya was ready. Saraphyn knew she and her lover wouldn’t rape, scar or harm the elf goddess in any way, they had a code of sorts to uphold, she just wanted to open Skya’s eyes. Taking the blue haired young lady’s hand, escorting her out of the water, the dark elf said, “We just want to show you a life that isn’t sinful, like people told you it is, that’s it…” calmly, a type of sincerity she would normally gag on in Saraphyn’s statement as she helped Skya dress.

Being sent back to her cell, all the princess had were thoughts running through her mind. “That wasn’t me…” she mumbled softly, almost tearing up. Yes, she wanted a human once, to her, the idea made her heart race and her juices want to spill onto her leg, Skya admitted, but duty to her people put that flame out, or did it? And now, her enemy wanted to help her reignite that, making the princess worry, causing a chill go through her.

The idea of coupling with another race, a race that she was told would be a sin to mate with did intrigue her, even she couldn’t deny that, but could the princess trust them was a thing. “Why does she want to do this?” Skya repeated to herself in a low tone again, puzzled by that statement. Anytime before, the two elves were at each other’s throat, ready to kill, so what changed was the question. The princess didn’t discount the idea that Saraphyn might be trapping her, call it old habits, having the blue haired elf plan, but wait and see.

Though it would’ve been a good move to bind her, the next day Saraphyn didn’t, opting to take the high elf through the portal into the human realm freely. The fact that Skya could try something wasn’t lost on the dark one, she saw hints of a plot in her eyes truthfully, but how the movements of this world caught her, one could say the princess was sidetracked, making the two proceed to the man’s home.

Looking around, the things going on around her, transportation devices that required no horse, buildings made of materials she hasn’t seen before and the people amazed her, having the woman’s curiosity peaking. Skya couldn’t fathom everything she set her eyes on, compelling her to blink several times before asking, “Is everything this amazing?” in a sort of childlike curious manner. How she sounded wasn’t lost on the elf princess, she wanted to reword that better, but couldn’t, a fact making her feel small.

While the two walked, hearing the tone of the princess’s question made Saraphyn smile slightly because she was the same a year ago. “There are more things that will blow your mind, trust me!” the dark elf replied with in a light tone, no malice or deception in her statement. Skya was going to be their partner, that was true, but it didn’t mean she or her male wouldn’t let Skya explore the things around her. No, they’d let her “out” at times and come with them to places.

When both women got to the home of the dark elf’s man, nothing could prepare the princess for what she saw. Skya thought her enemy’s human mate would be downright unattractive, basically a beast or worse, but to be honest, she ate her words. Though the princess wasn’t willing to rule out the idea they’d probably rape her, she was a would be slave after all, and not only that, the stigma she has about humans, but she could see herself with him.

Saraphyn always had a cold heartless way about her, all who faced her could tell people that, but when she saw the man, Skya saw something change in the dark woman when she hugged the person, something she couldn’t place, throwing her. “Daniel, did you think I wasn’t coming home?” the dark elf asked kindly before deeply kissing him, letting their lip lock linger. Saraphyn would be the first to admit, if she met this man years earlier, she would made the guy a corpse, but when they met, things he did melted her armor she put around her heart.

After the two broke the kiss, there were a mountain of comebacks he could answer her with, most had a sexual overtone intertwined, but seeing they had company, and knowing the blue haired woman would be joining their household, Daniel didn’t want to come off perverted. “Well, I knew my home cooking would lure you home.” he said happily while rubbing her face, though she knew how he felt, he didn’t need to go overboard. While the two were still embracing, Daniel’s eye fell on Skya, instantly attracting the man to her.

Watching him, Saraphyn didn’t need to guess that her mate found the princess alluring, his face said everything, making the dark elf motion Skya over. True, she took the elf away from her people, violated her mind by casting a spell on her and made her think she was a slave, things a demon may punish her for after death, she knew that, but Saraphyn had good intentions. Once the navy blue haired princess came over, Daniel’s dark elf said, “Baby, this is Skya, the woman I told you about.” in a calm tone, putting a hand on the princess’s shoulder, attempting to ease her a bit.

“You told him about me?!” went through Skya’s mind, almost making her want to attack the dark woman, but standing there, she felt strange. Butterflies fit, though for a human, it made this one awkward moment for her to the point she started struggling to find words. “Hello, nice to meet you…” the princess said in a low voice while extending a hand out, but avoiding eye contact because she knew she found him attractive as well. It was important to note too that meeting people, royalty especially wasn’t Skya’s strongest trait, causing the elf to be nervous.

Danial didn’t gloss over the elf’s nervousness when her body language offered a picture. “Likewise, m’lady!” he said in a kind tone of voice as he shook her hand, but added, “You two hungry? I made dinner and coffee or tea.” in a attempt to breakup the fears she might have. He admitted that he wasn’t sure if this would help her or not, all he could do was to be kind, helping her adjust, having Daniel lead both ladies into the house.

“Smells good dear! Bass from the pond out back?” Saraphyn asked after the scent filled her nose, getting her mouth watering. There were a number of things that made the dark one fall for the man, too many to count, but his fishing skills could be put on the list.

“Mhm, caught and cleaned yesterday.” he answered with a sort of cheerfulness in his voice as he served the food to her and their new housemate. Daniel always had a knack for living off the land, being one with nature, not taking too much, the whole nine yards that if he had kids, he would teach them the skills to do the same. As all three began eating, silence didn’t even cover the situation around the table, a cemetery fit best, but both Saraphyn and the man noticed Skya scarfing the food like mad, a sight making them smile.

To think, a human made this exquisite meal, having Skya savor every bite, it blew the woman’s mind. Perhaps she could learn to live with him and Saraphyn, mate with them, it seemed like a good simple life, unlike home. Sure, there had to be bumps and the like, such as chores and more, but tasks like that were not beneath her, the princess wanted to do them, the servants didn’t allow it, something the navy blue haired elf wanted to change.

“Love, I’m going out to train with the staff you’ve made for me, but later there’s something I want to talk to you about.” Saraphyn said as she looked at Daniel after placing her plate by the sink. True, she wanted to train with the gift her man made for her, there was no denying that, but the dark elf had another reason why she picked that moment to go train, it was to give Daniel and the princess time together.

As Daniel gave her a kiss, one Saraphyn returned deeper, wonder had him in that spell, making him recall the subjects they discussed. “Mmm, do I get a guess?” he playfully asked while looking into her eyes, the love he had for her spilling over. Watching her leave, it hit the man that Saraphyn might want to talk about marriage or having a child, both subjects were on the table before she left, but honestly, they talked about so many things it could be anything, something leaving Danial guessing as he started the water for the dishes.

Watching the two, it became clear that Saraphyn, her once swore enemy loved this man, it showed so much, making Skya smile. The princess felt a flame of what could only be want for him as well, and knew why the woman left them alone together, the dark elf wasn’t that slick, but could the navy blue haired elf talk to him was on her mind. Clearing her space, Skya took a breath, trying to summon the courage to talk to Daniel before taking her dishes to the counter.

“May I help?” she asked, not trying to sound meek, but feared her voice betrayed her, having her head go down. How she wanted time with him to get over the stigma couldn’t be measured, but she felt failure’s grip around her, making Skya begin to walk away. Before getting too far, the princess felt a tug on her skimpy kimono, compelling her to look back and what she saw told her to stay, lifting her spirit.

“I’ll wash and you dry?” the man asked in a kind tone, knowing the elf needed and wanted to do this because something made it clear that nobody let her do these things. Helping Skya in this, showing her how to dry the plates, cups and silverware, as simple as the task was, one she picked up in minutes gave him time to address something he saw in the woman’s expression. Daniel had a way of wording things that made them not sound blunt, a gift that he used often, letting him help some people breakout of their shell and not be afraid. He could’ve read her wrong, that he admitted fully, but taking a chance, he said, “Saraphyn hasn’t told me, but you’re feeling on edge around me. Guessin’ you had little or no contact with humans where you’re from?” in the same kind manner he welcomed her with.

That last part of what he said made Skya stop what she was doing and think. She wasn’t mad or anything, it just threw the elf that he could see it clearly, though she covered it from most for ages, making her look at him and say, “I use to daydream about having a human mate, but overtime, some advisers and dealings with a few from my realm made that fantasy seem wrong.” regret laced itself in with the statement, having Skya feel lower than dirt because she liked the man.

How she felt didn’t go unnoticed by Daniel, he knew something like that had to be the reason, getting him to understand the princess a little. The man couldn’t undo her past, he knew that, but all he could do was show her that not all males are scumbags, an omission letting that fuel the coming words as he said, “Not all human men are backwards. A few live in this world too, you just need to weed out the bad apples before you find a good one.” in his calm kind way.

As she helped him put the dishes away, Skya dared to think she found a good man in him, making a slight smile appear on the elf’s face. She also dared to say that being with Saraphyn and Daniel was something she wanted for ages, just didn’t have the courage to admit it until now. While finishing the task at hand, the weight she had before that made her on edge lifted and freed her, having the princess open up to Daniel, something she wanted for awhile now.

“Come, let me show you the cabin.” the man said as they talked, guiding her through the place, noting her amazement. It wasn’t known how many topics they had in common, like his Saraphyn, the things seemed endless, but when Skya saw the Samurai swords, Daniel saw her eyes, having him show her a few. “Collecting these is a hobby of mine, but I learned swordsmanship years ago.” he said with pride, letting her look at one, watching the princess handle it with skill.

Skya had no words to describe how she felt seeing this, but really, it made her feel at home. “Can you show me a few moves sometime?” she asked, not trying to sound like some envious child who was swooning over a spell, charm or the like. True, the princess realized this realm might look down upon female warriors, a realization having her want to take back the question, not to mention the way she sounded while asking, compelling her to hand the weapon to Daniel,

He saw the shame in her eyes when there shouldn’t have been, having the man refuse to take the blade back. “Another thing her kind must’ve frowned on her doing.” Daniel thought to himself as he placed a hand on her shoulder warmly. Saraphyn and him would need to teach her a few things, that was a task the two talked about before, one thing they agreed on doing, making the man look her in the eye. “I can’t accept the sword, you keep it for when I show you some techniques.” he said in a soothing voice as he pushed the sword away, adding, “Here, both men and women practice the martial arts, so you can too.”

All she could do was nod and smile while putting the sheathe at her side before she said, “Thank you so much…” softly, almost in tears. Once more, Skya fell deeper in love with him, hoping the feeling in her stomach wouldn’t end soon, something having her risk a hug. Holding him felt really right and had her admit if she followed her heart years ago and met a human like Daniel, she wouldn’t have listened to the lies, an omission making Skya’s embrace tighter.

As a joke, “Ahh, you’re choking me.” popped into Danial’s mind, but his arms went around the elf princess, returning the gesture. Being this close to her, the guy couldn’t deny the way she smelled as scent of what could be wild flowers hit his nose, compelling him to take in a deeper whiff. He was sure she felt a spark when Saraphyn introduced them, and he needed to thank her for bringing Skya into their triad family after they had sex of course, but later, if the princess wanted, he’d have her as well.

After showing Skya to her room, he saw his dark elf come up and take his hand, escorting him to their bedroom. By the way Saraphyn seemed to be carrying herself, Daniel surmised the woman had something on her mind more than the usual, having him sit on their bed and look at her intently, love in his eyes. When Saraphyn got close, she took off her armor, punishment shoulder gear and the rest of her clothing, standing nude and said, “Babe, I had time to think about what we wanted and now that we took Skya in, I want to be with you and her. Most of all, I would like to start having children with you.” softly, seduction and love for her man intertwined in her voice as she unzipped Daniel’s pants.

She never thought of herself as the motherly type before, kids annoyed her to no end as a matter of fact, but after her heart warmed, perhaps she let the idea grow. Having a baby would be uncharted territory for her, probably harder than she realizes, the dark elf admitted, but Saraphyn found solace in the fact that Daniel and Skya might aid her, having her want this. After getting his pants down, she had a plan, one she knew her man would love, compelling her hand to his meat, stroking it.

Watching her stroke it and feeling himself begin to respond, if this was a dream, he didn’t wanna get woken up. Seriously though, Daniel never seen her like this before, and yes, she took the lead a few times when they had sex, that wasn’t what shocked him. What did however was the fact she wanted a child, something the two discussed, but never to a great length, having the man pull her to his lap and bury himself in her ample bust.

His lips on her breasts always made her pant when they had sex, but that night, Saraphyn felt more, having her head go back as a smile appeared. Still servicing him with one hand, her free one pulled him into her, letting the man get as detailed as he’d like. “Daniel, mmm…” she said longingly in a moan before kissing him deeply and lustfully, her love driving her, an emotion making him return it. After their tongues went to war, she pushed him down onto the bed and got over him. Looking down at him, Saraphyn could do anything and every sexual desire she wanted, ideas were there, and her man would love it, knowledge getting a smirk to show up on her face, but the dark woman just settled on lowering herself and help Daniel’s cock break into her pussy.

As his meat began spreading her apart, instinct took him over, Daniel kissed her hard, lingering in it while his hands roamed her back, taking it in slowly. He could turn the dark one on her back and do her as he saw fit, he could but the man kind of liked her control, an admission shown by seeking for Saraphyn’s hand. Once they found the others hand and intertwined their fingers, the two moved in perfect sync, when the dark elf pushed downward, her man countered, doing love’s dance, stopping long enough to kiss and feel their bodies.

Squeezing Daniel’s hand as she felt him inside, Saraphyn had no words for how she felt, having her put her free arm under the man’s head, lifting it some before mauling his neck with kisses and some love marks. “I love you so much…” she said in a breathy pant in his ear between kisses, riding Daniel somewhat faster while he did the same to her neck. Saraphyn knew the man loved her, but the way he rained kisses, moved his hands over her and slapped her butt, pinching it drove the dark elf back to some animal like state, making her kiss him harder while a familiar sensation built up within the woman, compelling he to arch her back.

Cupping her breasts, coming up to attend to them, the feeling of the coming orgasm couldn’t be denied by Daniel, having him work Saraphyn’s pleasure points, or a few more before it hit, which made her mad with lust. He knew she loved this, by her reaction there was little doubt, getting him to bite her earlobe as he gave one final thrust, sending both over the edge in bliss. While the surges of release unchained them, compelling their bodies to stop obeying them, both didn’t know how long the fall from cloud nine would be, not like they cared, but as the two fell, Saraphyn’s limp body fell on Daniel, a look of satisfaction on her face.

What the two may or may not have known was that Skya saw them having sex, daydreaming they invited her into the room and took her to bed. Warm wouldn’t begin to touch how so turned on it made her feel, nothing could, but ever since Saraphyn made love to her and brought her to meet Daniel, the princess thought about nothing else other than being with them, letting a smile grace the elf’s face. Skya knew this life wouldn’t be accepted back in the realm, it would be shamed, and she knew that, but perhaps she refused elven husbands because deep inside she knew she wanted this lifestyle.

The next day, Saraphyn and her man awoke, kissing each other tenderly while in a embrace. Both loved what happened last night, it was so apparent from the way Daniel and the dark woman were playing, love biting one another, but sadly, Saraphyn had to go into work, though she wished the hospital would’ve given her more time off, she wanted to ensure she might conceive, but work called, having the dark elf kiss her man and get out of bed. After getting up, Saraphyn snapped her fingers and made her scrubs appear on her as well as altering her looks to look human.

It was no secret, Daniel knew she hated to hide what she was, the proof pasted itself on her face each time, having him hold her, unsure what to say. He knew she didn’t like masking herself as a human, that was obvious, so the best course might be have her stop working, but no, it went deeper than that. Though it wouldn’t fix the long term issue, a way hit the man that would let his two ladies walk around as themselves for a weekend without magically altering their features, namely their ears, the most sexiest part, driving Daniel to a drawer.

Watching him, Saraphyn knew her expression sparked something within her mate, compelling her to help him look. True, she needed to get off to work, the dark elf didn’t dispute that, but this seemed more pressing, as if Daniel wanted to tell her some news. When he stopped and picked up a white envelope she could only guess what it held, having Saraphyn look at her man, raising an eyebrow. Saraphyn never cared for surprises, of that she told the man after dating him for three months, so the dark elf should break his balls, but when he handed the envelope over, giving her a silent nod to open it, what she wanted to do fell to the wayside, making the woman rip the thing open.

“I know it’ll just be for three days, but those tickets are for the anime and cosplay expo next month. Figured we three could go and you and Skya can walk around like elves.” Daniel said as he saw her looking at the tickets, intrigue in her eye. As he thought, it would only be a small fix and he knew she knew that, for that weekend though, they wouldn’t need magic to hide what they were, and that fact made a smile cross Saraphyn’s boyfriend’s face. As soon as she hugged him, nothing needed saying, Daniel knew the woman wanted to go and was relieved by what he said, having her kiss him, a kiss the man deepened.

Even if it pained her, and yes it did to no end, the dark elf had to go, having her part from her mate. “I can’t wait and I know she’ll want to go. You two fun with each other, she wants you, badly.” Saraphyn said playfully, a bit of purr in the tone. She knew he wanted Skya, it was all over his face and the woman knew he wouldn’t deny it, but even if he did, she knew better, having Saraphyn smirk while she walked out the door.

“Man, the hints she dropped on that last part, can we say bombs?” the man mumbled jokingly while dressing before going to turn the coffee maker on. As he came downstairs, Daniel caught Skya outside practicing with the sword he gave her, having him watch her with great interest, letting him just stand there. “And her people looked at her badly because she studied swordsmanship, why?” the man asked himself under his breath, shocked how ass backward the elven culture must be, having him not wanna visit. From what he was seeing, Skya had a good foundation, and yes, Daniel meant it sexually too, but as far as techniques went, hers was damn good, better than some high ranking masters.

Though she wasn’t facing the door, perhaps the elf princess felt Daniel’s eyes on her because a smile ran across her face as she finished practicing. Sheathing the blade, it couldn’t be denied that her heart started fluttering because the two were alone, knowledge fueling desires she had sense watching him and Saraphyn have sex. No human made desires ooze like the ones now flashing before her, getting her to bite her lip, Skya admitted that fact, she never let a human in like she let the man watching in, having the blue haired elf plot her next move. There were so many roads she could take to get to where she wanted to be, that the elf princess admitted without delay, and though playing with Daniel before letting him take her seemed like an ideal route, Skya didn’t think she could wait.

That didn’t mean they couldn’t play out a scene she had in mind, a scene that would seem hot and romantic to both, sending her to the pond. Being able to think able sex so openly and casually like this put her in uncharted waters, an area her advisers, not to mention most of her people would shun her for, but Skya no longer cared, she found happiness. At the water, the elf had no idea if Daniel would follow, a thought that passed through her mind, having the woman debate going back, however when she looked up, the man was heading her way, compelling Skya to put her hair in a bun style, put her sword sheath down before stripping.

Even before getting there, the man saw her getting naked, leaving no guesswork for him, he knew the elf princess wanted him. Daniel wasn’t about to lie and say he didn’t want to take her, his burning loins would tell the truth, but Saraphyn’s mate couldn’t just be a brute and just screw her, that was not his style. No, though he had little to go on, it didn’t pass by him that the elf had something hot in mind, getting the man down there. Seeing her back turned towards him, he could strip then come take her, everything would be in place for that, Daniel knew that, but stripped, went to her and started rubbing her.

“He did pickup the hint…” Skya said to herself as she relaxed and looked back toward him, love expressed on her face. The way his wet hands went over her skin, touching every part of it, casting some sort of spell over her felt like a dream, one the elf had no want to wake from. Leaning back on him while Daniel’s hands continued to cast their spell, Skya couldn’t deny her heart skipped a few beats, like she even wanted to deny that, having her dare a kiss, a kiss her human returned and deepened.

No words were left to say what she had inside, their bodies would express that, something the princess admitted as she let one arm come up around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. When this began some days ago, hate for Saraphyn and all she stood for was all she felt for the dark elf, but now, being around her and the man, that feeling melted, which set her heart free. Once the two broke the kiss, Skya turned her head away from Daniel as she panted, feeling the soft attention he gave her neck, attention making her face red and heart flutter.

Assaulting the elf princess’s neck with kisses and the like, little had to be said, she wanted him, driving the man to nip her ear. “You’re very beautiful, Skya.” in it after the love peck, a slight purr in the tone. Nothing more needed to be said, though Daniel could’ve said he couldn’t wait to take her, something not untrue, but he had more class than to tell her that. Having a goddess like her ready to be molded wasn’t new to him, Saraphyn was like that when they first made love, though she was a bit more aggressive, which the man loved and perhaps fed into, making Daniel debate being aggressive with Skya, before he finished the thought, she turned to face him.

Peering into the guy’s eyes, nothing but love for him reflected in the elf’s face made her deeply kiss Daniel while Skya began grinding against his midsection. Instinct had a say in the action, no denying it, but the woman felt the way he wanted her from the way he looked, the way the man returned the kiss confirmed it, making the princess moan into it. Sure, Skya never had sex with a man, just had those old fantasies she walled up to draw on, the navy blue haired woman admitted, however perhaps a fairy came by the elf’s ear because she opened her legs, letting Daniel in.

While easing inside, spreading and shredding the princess’s purity, Saraphyn’s man didn’t have anything to describe it, having him roam the woman’s back with his hands. He wanted her, enough said, how he held her while starting to thrust, getting a gentle rhythm going gave it away, but when Daniel felt Skya counter, it only wet his thirst for her more, having him break the kiss and nip her pointed ear. As he kissed her neck, shoulder and whatever else he could get to, the man felt his lover put her chin on his shoulder, a silent message to begin the final phase of this. Sexual games in water are a blast, no one would deny that fact, Daniel didn’t, but he felt Skya wanted to please him like Saraphyn did the other night, compelling him to carry her to land, kissing her and more all the way.

Out of the water, though still pretty unfinished, not to mention fighting nature’s impulses, the two parted, having him withdraw from the elf’s pussy. Looking at Daniel, knowing the love he had for her and the dark elf, Skya knew many paths could be taken to bliss, but just one enticed her more than any of them, having her put a hand on his chest and ease him on his back. Seeing him like this had images of the previous night when she watched Saraphyn get all over him flash in her eyes, priming the princess, having her take her navy blue hair out of the bun style and let it fall as she got over Daniel.

Breathless was the only way that would paint how the elven princess looked over him, no other word could’ve worked. Peering up at her, brushing some of her hair aside, the lust in her eye told him Skya watched Saraphyn do him like this and wanted to take a page from her playbook, nothing wrong with that because it was sexy, an omission that drove Daniel to kiss her deeply, a kiss Skya returned, moaning into it. The guy had many ways he wanted to give her pleasure so they might bathe in pleasure’s high, Saraphyn’s man admitted that much, something sending his hands to pinch her ass, but no, this was her turn to please him, making Daniel put his plans aside.

After breaking the kiss, Skya didn’t want to deny the blaze within herself, she couldn’t really, letting her lower to the man’s meat. “Uhhh…mmm..” she gasped, almost silently as her sex let Daniel in, amazed her body accepted him easier this time. Once ready, animal instinct came by the elf’s ear, telling her to ride the man’s rod, an activity that needed no hesitation, compelling Skya to rock her frame, pausing just long enough to kiss the man.

Only she knew what the pleasure that ruled felt like, driving Skya downward on his cock, the elf admitted, but once she felt his lips on her breast, kissing it and his counter, that gave all she needed, sending her all over him, tracing, kissing and more. “Ugh… Daniel, I love you…” the elven princess purred before kissing his chest, riding him faster, feeling what could only be fire of a climax building up. Nothing but their own bliss mattered now, having their bodies sync up so perfectly, one giving, the other taking while surges guided their hands together, squeezing each time either gave or countered. When the volcano blew, Skya screamed as the waves stroked her body, locking it up and had her kiss Daniel hard, a kiss he deepened.

Both never knew how long the ride lasted, all the man and woman knew was when it ended, the feeling of holding each other gave them peace. Kisses to the elf’s ear said more than words would ever say, Daniel didn’t have any problem saying openly if asked, and he knew Skya would agree with him. After a time, though they didn’t wish too, Saraphyn’s man got up and dressed with the princess following suite, but neither denied the fact both couldn’t wait for the next episode, how Daniel rubbed Skya’s ass gave it away.

When they returned to the cabin, Skya saw the man the elves both loved get his sword and go outside, compelling her to follow. It didn’t take any thought to see he wanted to show her some techniques, something the princess asked of him, and now to actually see what he would reveal, well nothing would express the excitement she had, having her smile. Even though he hadn’t said a word, Skya had a feeling Daniel wanted her to cross blades with him, a dangerous request if they misstep, but his eyes told her he’d go slow, getting the princess to draw and come at him.

He thought her swordsmanship was great when he first saw her practice earlier, that still held true, but there were gaps he could see. Oh, he wouldn’t say they were big flaws, they weren’t, though if enemies wanted, the holes would be be a perfect defense breaker, having Daniel halt her before saying, “You’re style is perfect, but that parry you did has one flaw your opponent can exploit. Come at me again.” kindness showing through in every word as he readied for the navy blue haired elf’s attack. When Skya did the same technique, Danial parried her blade, making her sword run into the ground, adding, “From here, the opponent thinks you’ll be off balance, and if you were untrained, they’d come around from behind and take your life, but there is a counter.” the same tone of voice guiding her, teaching her all afternoon until Saraphyn came home.

What she saw, it couldn’t be missed that the princess loved the man, even picking up signs they had sex, something bringing a smile to the dark elf’s face. Saraphyn didn’t tell her former enemy that she wanted her and the man they both loved to bond before she removed the spell that stopped Skya from getting pregnant. Perhaps it was wrong of the dark one to plot that, only the afterlife could judge, but she wanted the princess to feel the way she did the first time Danial and her had sex without the worry of pregnancy, and judging by how the are now, Skya was ready to be their third.

After dinner while their lover took a nap, the dark elf took the princess by the hand and escorted her to the bathroom. Saraphyn had fun planned for them, a look in Skya’s eye told the dark elf she was hungry for that, but she wanted to talk to the woman about the trip and more, having Saraphyn turn and face the navy blue haired elf. Just how to word the latter half of what she needed to say escaped her, though the dark elf had to begin somewhere, getting a sigh to come before saying, “I can see you two spent time together and your eyes tell me more.” calmly, helping Skya undress, putting her hair up for the coming shower.

“Thank you Saraphyn. Thank you for bringing me to your family and showing me a kind of love that isn’t wrong.” the princess softly said as she aided her shower mate in removing the kimono. With all her heart, what Skya said couldn’t be more true, but some sadness began to come in when she added, “Like you, I want to have Daniel’s child, but the spell….” in a meek tone of voice, sadness so apparent in it and her eyes. True, Skya knew Saraphyn cast it, and that knowledge would’ve lit the fires of the princess’s anger, causing her to slap her. Yet, looking into the dark elf’s eyes, something was there telling a reason, having the navy blue haired elf hold back.

“I cast it so you could experience him without fear of pregnancy if you went back to your old life, sorry. It can be undone.” Saraphyn said in shame and regret as aura gathered around her hand before putting it on her shower partner’s stomach. No amount of words could makeup for what she did, Saraphyn knew that fully, making her prepare for a tongue lashing, slapping or worse, but to her surprise, Skya said nothing, just looking at her. “She has a right to at least slap me for what I put her through…” Saraphyn told herself, but when Skya backed her to the wet wall, it wasn’t the cold of the tile that made the dark elf shiver.

Everything her shower mate did before did warrant a reaction, the princess had no problem admitting that as she approached the dark elf, but that indiscretion was in the past, an omission making Skya deeply lip locked with Saraphyn, her arms embracing her. No doubt the kiss gave the dark one a shock, slight reactions dictated that, though she felt a return gesture, making the navy blue haired elf moan into the kiss. After the two broke the lock off, nothing was spoken between the two elves, their eyes said what words wouldn’t cover, letting them wash each other, an activity Skya took pride in.

Returning the princess’s kiss, deepening it and feeling her explore her body had Saraphyn reeling, though another word to describe could fit the bill. Having her Daniel felt great, a dream come true in fact, but in that moment, under the rushing water, knowing Skya, a person who once was an enemy was a part of their lives now made the dark elf’s heart flutter, making her break the kiss and lick her way south down the navy blue haired woman’s body. As Saraphyn used her tongue and hands to take in every detail the princess’s body had, her eyes never strayed from Skya’s, noting the pleasure this had her in.

Shivering and tilting her head back as a smile crossed her face was all the elf could do to let herself know she enjoyed what the dark elf did. “Mmm, Saraphyn that feels nice…” she said in breathy pants, hints of a fire building in the statement. Before being opened to mating a human and being with the woman who seemed like a bitter enemy, the elven princess let others in her circle dictate right and wrong when it came to matters of this nature, a regret Skya cast off awhile ago. Now though, nothing could sway her heart from staying with the dark woman and Daniel, sharing their life and having children by him, something she conveyed to her shower partner by scratching her back, marking it.

While she figured the princess decided to stay with them a bit ago, the pain the scratch caused served as confirmation, having Saraphyn stand and kiss Skya again. Though she wished she did things differently in the beginning, letting the navy blue haired elf see for herself the life her advisers and the people she served shunned was the right choice, a fact the woman stood by. After the kiss was broken, Saraphyn said, “Listen, Daniel has tickets to something next month. Think of it as a ball, but we wouldn’t have to hide being elves.” kindly as the two exited the shower, toweling off, adding, “I told him you might like to come.” smiling warmly.

Skya didn’t hide her flattery at the offer, she didn’t want to really, and how her shower mate put it, she couldn’t help but smile. The elf princess wasn’t really into gatherings, probably due to being trapped with uptight nobles for hours, talking about borders and pointless stuff, but this sounded fun, making her want to go. “Can’t wait!” Skya said, excitement in her voice while trying to picture what this might be like, though the elf knew it would be time with her new family, something she wanted.

When both left the bathroom, the navy blue haired elf stopped at her room about to head in for the night, but Saraphyn nudged her, giving her a silent suggestion. Daniel’s girlfriend wanted to let the princess sleep in the same bed with them, she wanted nothing more than that, well that and there was something she wanted the princess to share in, having the dark elf get next to Skya’s ear before she said, “I know you were watching us last night, and it is alright, but I want to tell you that I’m pregnant.” in a low whisper, though a seductive purr couldn’t be missed.

Knowing Saraphyn knew she was at their door the night before watching the two have sex didn’t shock her, Skya felt the dark elf picked that up, and it didn’t surprise her. It couldn’t be missed that her housemate might’ve used a spell to find out, or maybe she just knew she would conceive, some elves have a sense about such things after all, having the navy blue haired elf princess smile. “Daniel doesn’t know yet?” she asked cheerfully in a whisper, picking up hints her partner gave her the okay to try getting pregnant as well, a sign Skya waited for.

“I told him tonight and he couldn’t be happier.” the dark woman said when they entered the room and shed the towels. Getting in bed, trying not to wake the man they both love wasn’t an easy task, if that could be put mildly, but Saraphyn knew Skya caught the hint that she wanted her to experience Daniel’s child growing inside her like she is, an admission having her intertwine her fingers with the princess and hold her hand as they slept on the man’s chest.

Still Working On The Crossover

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Before showing the additional progress of the Sailor Moon/ Starcrossed Love crossover, I’d like to talk about a plot point that is revealed. The reason the Negaforce’s side hasn’t been explored much is due to me wanting to flush out Fujiko  a bit and give insight into her past & motivations before moving on. I think you readers will see why Darien got under her fur & understand her reasons behind her reaction.

 

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Broken Savior: A Star Cross Love, Sailor Moon Crossover

Blackrose and the characters herein aren’t based on anyone living or dead, (or undead). Furthermore, this fiction is not based on actual events, if they are, it is purely accidental. I retain all rights to the original characters and work. Any recreation without consent is PROHIBITED! That said, Sailor Moon and the anime’s characters ARE NOT owned by me, money isn’t made by me from their use.

 

 

Some months after having to put his wife Blackrose, the feline vampire he loved into the crimson coffin to regenerate for five hundred years, their two daughters, Asuka and Kasha taken places to be safe, not to mention the kingdom they both built back up after killing Queen Chanista’s son being ripped away from him, everyone of his remaining loyal guards knew how Xavior felt. It went without a word that the soldiers could see he hurt over Blackrose almost losing her life due to summoning her dark guardian spirit, Shadow Stalker to fight a corrupt mage, a man who took over the kingdom, they felt the sting as well, but no one could see it better than Fujiko, the friend of Blackrose asked by her to watch his back. Every night when he’d go up to the peak that was in the kingdom, she would be below him sitting on all fours, preening her claws while the thought, “Has he drank blood at all today?” entered her mind, making the feline ask him.

 

She knew Xavior’s answer already, even before the question left her tongue, an answer having the feline get in his face and peer into his eyes. Fujiko had great respect for the man, before and after Blackrose turned him, that didn’t go without saying, but after everything, she seen Xavior go without blood for a few days, a prospect that could be dangerous for everyone. “Have you really drank blood, because you know what may happen if you don’t. You’ll weaken, attack others, or both!” left the cat woman’s lips as she gave off a low feline howl of anger

 

Listening to her howling, it went without saying what she’d do if he answered with a no, but truthfully though, after his wife going into hibernation and feeling his vampire nature’s grip on him, making the warrior go out of control that one time while protecting Asuka scared him. Sure, Xavior wasn’t a fool, he drank a little blood, but just enough to keep his nature at bay, having, “I’ve had some today, don’t worry Fujiko.” escape his mouth as the two looked at the other. Little did Xavior and his friend realize soon both would be transported to a land, a place that would have them aid a queen and force him to confront his nature head on.

 

Though she believed him, something in his eyes told her he needed to be watched, like she could tell a piece of Xavior wasn’t right, though the cat couldn’t point out what made her think that. Walking back, that same feeling pressed her, causing, “Did he lie to me?” to bleed into her mind and hit every corner, having debate reign over the issue. No, Fujiko knew Xavior might not be drinking a lot of blood, but she knew he wasn’t lying to her, letting a sigh pass her lips while the two walked. And yet, she couldn’t shake feeling that a coming battle would leave him open due to Xavior not letting his nature feed.

 

Right before getting in camp, a feeling came over Blackrose’s husband, drawing him to look at the sky, but didn’t see anything. Though he couldn’t explain it, something felt odd, having Xavior put his hand on the Kahimoto sword’s handle, ready to draw while the other hand went before the feline, stopping her. Looking around, noting the sounds of the forest ceased, thoughts of an unknown attacker came into play, a thought making the warrior growl, but at that moment, light hit the two, enveloping them until they disappeared.

 

While inside it, both had no idea what was happening or who, if anyone caught them, making Xavior roar loudly, ready to rip anyone apart. As the light started fading, dropping the two warriors in the mysterious area, there was little doubt the level of tension they both felt, having Fujiko and Xavior draw their blades, ready for anything. Scanning the area, though not sure where the feeling came from, but the area felt alien, as if something or someone transported them to another land, getting the man angrier. Perhaps the cat woman’s look or knowing it wasn’t the time for this, Xavior cooled his head as, “This isn’t Ervere.” fell from his lips while looking around, trying to think about something.

 

Fujiko didn’t need to question his reasons for stating that, the stars and landscape alone told the cat her friend was correct, having, “Can you feel Cerberus?” fall from her lips in a concerned way while licking her fur on her arm. True, the feline was a warrior who didn’t have a guardian spirit, she read about and heard how the people with them have a bond with the creators, able to sense them in their minds, hoping Xavior felt the three headed dog demon, but how his face looked confirmed he couldn’t sense anything. Having that fact hit, the thought, “If we get in a battle here that’s too much for us, how will we far without Cerberus?” began crossing the cat woman’s mind while her ears twitched, making Fujiko look at Blackrose’s husband. It went unsaid that she knew Xavior wasn’t in the best condition for a battle blood wise, she already guessed that by seeing how little he took in, but what made worry mount her more was there seemed like nothing they could eat.

 

While true, he couldn’t sense the great demon, Xavior felt a need to try to summon Cerberus, driving, “Oh great demon of the underworld, guardian of the gate, hear the plea of your servant. Come up from hell and help fight this foe and drag it down to be your plaything!” to cross his lips as his hand hit the ground. Every part of him knew the outcome to his effort, the warrior didn’t deny that, having, “What world is this?” run his mind, fueling his anger to want to find the person responsible for bringing them there. Yet, perhaps Blackrose’s spirit came by her mate and told him it wasn’t the time for this, quelling the fire inside him, letting Xavior think as he pointed to a castle in the distance as, “We may find answers there.” came out semi calmly.

 

Looking where he pointed, the feline blacksmith knew they had to look somewhere for a way home, making Fujiko nod and follow him. As she did, it couldn’t go unnoticed that the warrior seemed off, letting debate rage on asking Xavior how much blood he had today, but before she could, she saw him take a blood pack from a pouch he carried and drink a few sips, having her discard the question. Still, every part of the cat woman knew a couple sips wouldn’t be enough to see him through if, gods forbid they came under attack, prompting, “Sire, I know you’re afraid of drinking blood because of that incident, but you must drink more than a few sips. I mean if Blackrose…” out of the cat woman’s mouth, but once she realized she brought up her friend, his wife he had to put in the blood coffin to regenerate for five hundred years, a chill crossed her, stopping her mid sentence.

 

A low growl dropped from the vampire, attempting to tell her she was out of place, but every fiber of Xavior knew the blacksmith’s words were true, he knew if his wife would do more than scream at him if she saw him in the state he was in now. She’d send him to the underworld for the way he was now, an image giving the man chills. Yet, part of the warrior couldn’t shake what went on when his vampiric nature took over in Dracula’s castle, having Asuka, his young daughter scared of him, something Xavior regrets to this day.

 

Drawing closer to the mysterious palace, a feeling of eyes watching them began coming over them, driving their hands to their swords, ready to draw. While looking over the area, swords ready to be unsheathed, the two felt as if guards were surrounding them, putting both on edge, making Xavior’s anger refire. Giving Fujiko a nod, a mini signal, every part of the man knew he could use his nature’s senses to draw whoever or whatever out, having the warrior’s eyes turn red as a low growl dropped from his lips while turning to mist. While hunting, the thrill of which excited the vampire’s mate, a fact Xavior wouldn’t deny, the way his nature scratched and clawed at him, making him lose control like he did, leading him to the state he was in now.

 

Though momentary, the vampire caught himself thinking about things he couldn’t fix until he and his companion got back to Ervere, if that was possible, making Xavior shake his head to focus. As the vampire approached his prey silently like the dead of night, he noticed the man’s gaze looking into the distance, having Blackrose’s husband hold a moment to observe. “What are you staring at, human if not us?” Xavior asked in a mumble, a growl tailed that question as the immortal let his vampire nature out a little before noticing a queen and her envoy approaching, making him note the soldier unsheathing his weapon a bit.

 

While preening her arm fur a bit, Fujiko’s eyes locked onto the envoy as well, having her hide, but as she did, she too spotted another hidden man eyeing the group. Even in his mist form, the feline blacksmith could see Xavior moving towards something or someone on the opposite side of her, giving her all she needed to do the same. “He must feel as if the people coming might know how we can get home.” Fujiko said in a low mumble while slinking to her target, gaze still fixed on Xavior, watching him intently, waiting to see what he’d do, though she knew he would take action

 

While moving on his target, getting so close to the unsuspecting trash, the vampire could taste the terror the man might be in, fueling his nature, Blackrose’s mate couldn’t ignore the five or eight other men he could sense around them, driving Xavior to mentally signal the feline blacksmith and have her take a few down. Coming up to his prey, the vampire unsheathed the Kahimoto sword, carefully not making a sound and putting the cutting edge to the unsuspecting man’s throat as he asked, “Who are you and what are you planning?” in a semi demanding voice, letting pieces of his nature overlap in the question, hoping it might prompt the soldier to answer, but if not.

 

“Wouldn’t you like to know. The negaforce will conquer the moon kingdom!” the soldier replied with, cockiness in the way he said it, trying to goad a reaction from Xavior. He wasn’t about to tell the man who held the scales between life and death one damn thing, that was for sure, but something about this encounter chilled the soldier, what he didn’t know. Wanting to look behind him began pushing at the guy, more than his brashness would let on, having him start to turn, but as he did, all he saw was mist. Staring at it, nothing could describe the feeling the soldier had, having shock come over the man, sending his hand to his sword, slashing at the mist.

 

Having this mortal avoid the question was bad, but his action compounded the matter, letting Blackrose’s mate surround the poor fool and take his head. While letting the Kahimoto feed, Xavior felt his nature nudging at him, trying to get him to at least lick the blood that poured from the headless corpse, an urge met with a sip from a blood pouch. Like he explained to his companion, he wasn’t too thrilled with drinking from another since Asuka saw how out of control he was, but the reflection had to wait, the others from that man’s troop were attacking the envoy, prompting Xavior and Fujiko to action.

 

Getting on all fours, Fujiko didn’t need to guess, she knew to follow the man as he became a solid before striking one of the dark soldiers. Leaping into the air, the blacksmith unsheathed her blade, taking one’s arm and aiding a knight. Fujiko couldn’t know that a dark soldier started to come behind her, raising his blade, getting set to strike, but she turned, letting her blade meet his in a stalemate. “You think you have me?” the feline asked, a bit of strain in her voice, followed by a cat howl. Any normal swordsman might fail, she admitted, her senses and reflexes already had him where she wanted him, letting both of her feet get the man off balance, letting her flip him, adding a scar to his face, which probably might make him look better, she wasn’t an expert on that though.

 

When the fighting ended, the guards with the envoy looked at each other and their queen, wondering who these two were. It didn’t get past them that Xavior and the feline could be spies sent by queen Beryl, one fact having the prince of Earth approach the two. “I guess we should thank you, but in these times, we are very wary of people.” the young man said in a distasteful tone as he peered over them, like he was condemning both.

 

As Fujiko’s ears twitched, she stopped preening the blood off her claws before answering that with a remark, but before she could, her friend stopped her. One thing Xavior couldn’t stomach were false conclusions, dragons knew he heard his far share back home, causing him to sigh before saying, “Spies, really? If we didn’t come by, you might’ve lost your girlfriend there.” There were more things he wanted to say to that affect, but Blackrose could’ve been in his ear, controlling his temper because he quit.

 

Oh, the prince wanted to reply to this stranger’s remark and show how wrong the man was that Darien could feel the words on his tongue ready to come forward, it ate at the young man. “Prince, I think we need to give these two thanks, don’t you?” a woman said as she came up behind him with guards, a younger woman who could be her daughter, two cats and five women, maybe warriors. Though the older woman didn’t need to say it, all knew why she stopped the prince in his tracks, nothing needed to be said, having the woman look at Xavior and Fujiko intently, as if weighing their worth.

 

Being looked over in this way made a cold way climb both Fujiko and Xavior’s spine, making one want to speak, but they just stood there. By the look of this female, something told the vampire to kneel, which given the questions he had in his mind, kneeling was the last thing he would do. Again, his wife may have been by his side because Xavior took his helmet off and got on a knee, motioning his companion to do the same.

 

Even though the smith followed his silent command, Fujiko’s gaze never broke from the human who spoke disrespectfully to them minutes earlier. She knew that the prince, and it needed to be said that term for him made her want to cough a hairball up, might be a problem, getting her to make a mental note to watch the man closely. Sure, the blacksmith always had a rule to not resort to violence unless words couldn’t resolve conflicts, even then, she hated fighting, but she knew her friend and lord needed to be watched, and that human could become a thorn that she may need to remove.

 

As the older woman looked at the two, little was needed to tell her they weren’t from anywhere around the kingdom, and perhaps spies, like the prince thought. No, they couldn’t be, how they seemed to carry themselves, especially the man spoke volumes, having her nod, telling them to rise. After they stood and she looked at them, it didn’t take any time for the woman to deduce they had to be from a land far from the moon kingdom, a fact that would be a flag against the two, but how they seemed to be put her at ease in a sense.

 

“Thank you for your assistance against Queen Beryl’s soldiers, we are in your debt.” the elegantly dressed woman said kindly while looking at Xavior and Fujiko. Even though she knew it might seem odd or crazy, but the feeling that this man was a king came over her, telling her something before she added, “I’m Queen Serenity, ruler of the moon kingdom and this is my daughter Princess Serena, advisers Luna and Artemis, also these four are my daughter’s court.”

 

Sheathing the Kahimoto, a nudge told Xavior not to reveal himself to be a vampire, like he needed some force to make that obvious, having him debate his next course carefully. As much as he wanted to, or at least he felt his nature preparing words, Blackrose’s husband couldn’t just demand answers, tact was needed, an omission silencing that voice inside. Even though still unsure of what to reveal and what to leave out, Xavior had to speak, making the vampire extend a hand before he said, “I’m Xavior and this is my vassal and friend, Fujiko. We are from a kingdom far from here.” calmly and diplomatically, hoping what he said wasn’t too much.

 

Standing by him, the feline knew what her lord said was a half truth, something that could’ve come back to bite the two, but they couldn’t say more. As Fujiko went to shake the queen’s hand, she noted the prince’s cold look, backing up the need to keep an eye on him. The blacksmith had no idea if the man would cause trouble for her and her lord, that went without saying, but his blatant disrespect moments ago and now the way he looked said a lot had Fujiko’s fur standing up, making her want to howl at him, but she saw Xavior’s look, having the urge leave her.

 

Queen Serenity felt they had more to what the man told, but something, possibly the timing of their arrival had her push that aside, at least for the time being. It wasn’t known if she knew if Fujiko and Xavior could help in the fight with Queen Beryl, certainly she wouldn’t force them into it, but looking at the man, something in his eyes spoke to her. “Those knights you two fought served Queen Beryl, ruler of the Negaforce.” the woman said softly but firmly, looking at the two warriors with a bit of respect and thankfulness upon her face.

 

“Negaforce, Beryl?” Xavior asked himself, trying to wrap his head around all of this, failing at best. Okay, from what he could gather, the queen and the group standing before them were at war with this negaforce, only an idiot would miss that, but who or what brought the two there and why still escaped Blackrose’s mate, making Xavior want to ask, but something, probably curiosity had the vampire wait to hear more. In the years studying Kumarian, having the martial art show him there were ways to ends without using combat in some cases, but being a ruler, it was wise not to get answers by force, a fact Xavior knew Fujiko would agree with, making them follow the group.

 

As she walked beside her friend, the look the of the Earth prince still bothered her, having Fujiko want to lick or scratch herself. The smith knew Xavior picked up on it as well, he was staring at the human when the gaze was cast, but if this prince, and again, that word for him made her want to cough up a hairball, what problems could he cause was the pressing question, one that she’d love to get the answer too. People are always weary of others who show up and offer assistance in time of war, thinking the worst, a fact she witnessed time after time in her lifetime, so it could be possible this guy thinks that of them. Possible, and Fujiko hoped that was it, but that gaze had ice all over it, enough to warrant her blade if necessary.

 

Walking with the group, the two never missed the stares from guards and others in the group, making Xavior watch them closely. There were reasons they were being watched, some might have never seen a cat person who used two or all four legs to walk, or they’re suspicious of them, one strong possibility he knew Fujiko felt as well. For now though, Blackrose’s mate knew they needed to follow this path to see if it leads to a way home, a choice getting Xavior to focus.

 

When the envoy reached the palace, no doubt home of these people, words had no way to describe the sight of the structure, having the vampire and his friend at a loss to say the least. They wouldn’t say it felt like Daltauria before Lord Blood, the mage who darkened it by his touch, a corruption Blackrose’s husband swore when he put the vampire in the coffin to regenerate, he’d break. No, Daltauria was a nice place and will always be home, this place however would be a second, but looking around, both Xavior and Fujiko couldn’t miss the signs of war, they weren’t hard to miss, making them wonder if Queen Serenity summoned the two to help.

 

Given the current state, it did stand to reason that was what happened, making Xavior sort of angry. Oh, the vampire and his friend couldn’t just go demand to be sent back home, even though every part of the man’s nature roared at him to do so, forcing him to sneak a drink of blood so it might be silenced, at least for a time. If what they think did cause them to get transported there, then going at the queen with demands wouldn’t do any good, both Xavior and Fujiko knew this, having them stay on this course, though the two weren’t really sure how to help.

 

Once they walked into the palace, it became clear the people try to get their minds off of the fact war could strike any one of them down by throwing parties, one way to keep the reaper away a day longer, Xavior admitted. As the two walked around, Queen Serenity’s two cat advisers, Luna and Artemis came at the man and Fujiko’s feet, giving them a look, a look Blackrose’s mate told the two to follow them, which the vampire and blacksmith did without a word. Whatever the queen wanted to speak to them about could work in their favor or blow up if not taken lightly, Xavior knew this and prepared for it, the best he could of course, but he hoped the vampire within would stay low while here.

 

Licking her arm fur, it didn’t get by that her friend worried about his nature, the man’s body language said a lot, having Fujiko put a hand on his shoulder, trying to ease him. “If it comes to it, let me speak on our behalf.” she said softly as they went into Queen Serenity’s meeting area. The feline was no diplomat, she had no love for that path, in fact she hated diplomats, calling them useless, but she saw Blackrose and Xavior use it in cases with success, besides by what she saw minutes ago, he might need her to explain their side if need be.

 

As the two fell to a knee in front of the ruler, both felt her eyes upon them, though this time it seemed different, trustworthy perhaps. “I know we have no right to ask, but my advisers and I have decided to ask you two to fight the Negaforce and Queen Beryl alongside us. In exchange, I’ll find a way to send you home.” Queen Serenity said kindly, though a hint of regret couldn’t be missed in the tone of voice, maybe due to the fact that she knew dragging the man and his vassal seemed like an awkward move, it wasn’t their fight after all.

 

After what he heard, it proved their theory, the queen may have summoned them, having the man feel his vampire nature knocking harder, trying to burst out to give her a dressing down, perhaps that was too nice of a term to describe the situation, forcing Xavior not to speak. It wasn’t known if her eyes looked in her friend’s general direction, Fujiko was using her leg to scratch her ear, but after she said, “I speak on behalf of my lord when I say that we aren’t sure what we can add. However, we will do what we can to aid you, majesty.” calmly and diplomatically as possible, covering some facts about her friend’s nature. Right after saying those words, it couldn’t be denied that the feline felt the Earth’s prince lock his eyes on her, making Fujiko howl under her breath.

 

“Majesty, I still think we should test these two and see where their loyalties are.” the prince said kind of gruffly, though the subject closed a bit ago. He didn’t trust them, that didn’t need telling, the proof was clear, but perhaps the Earth’s prince felt the presence of Xavior’s secret, his nature he was trying so hard to control, who knows. As he stepped forward, the prince added, “A duel between him and me…” in a sure tone of voice, secure that he’d flush out the truth that way when he won.

 

Fujiko’s ears twitched as she heard that, maybe adding to the fire she would spread, but her friend said, “I think our actions before proved where we stand, young knight, but test me if you wish.” in a disbelieving way as he stood, though he felt the vampire clawing to get free. Everything told Xavior not to push himself, the feline blacksmith’s eyes most of all, he knew he needed to drink blood to keep the vampire from getting out, though this child needed to be taught a lesson, having Blackrose’s mate take up a stance without the Kahimoto in hand. True, how the man felt at that moment made this a foolish choice, Xavior had no issue admitting that if anybody asked, however from the young prince’s look, the exhibition was over before it started.

 

“Is he mocking my challenge?” the prince asked himself as he drew, hoping it might make the stranger do the same, it didn’t. Needless to say, Xavior’s choice only fanned the fire burning within his opponent, compelling Darien to attack, swinging his sword blindly, attacks the vampire avoided easily. In no time, Earth’s prince found himself disarmed with the man looking down at him, one situation the young warrior found disgraceful.

 

There were a lot of things to say that would point out the young man’s flawed way of thinking, his temper being one of them, but all Blackrose’s husband wanted to do was to get home, having him give a bow towards the queen and her daughter and walk off, Fujiko following behind. Perhaps seeing movement out of the corner of her eye prompted her to act, the feline blacksmith unsheathed her sword with lightening speed and crossed blades with the young “prince”. Holding her ground, she knew it’d come to her having to put the man in his place, something within her vow to Blackrose when the feline vampire asked her to watch over Xavior, but there was another reason the Earth’s prince’s attitude made her want to hack a hairball up, a reason nobody, not even her friends knew.

 

“You’re lower than dust and you consider yourself a swordsman? A real warrior doesn’t let anger cloud their judgment!” Fujiko said in anger, the fire behind the words caused her to push Darien back. Eyeing the prince, the feline didn’t need to say what she was getting ready too, but added, “Before we were brought here, his wife, my friend nearly lost her life and now is in hibernation, but furthermore, their twin daughters had to be hidden away so the mage who ripped our kingdom away from my lord wouldn’t find them!” a howl followed the end as she switched stances to a southpaw. At this point, her anger that drove her told Fujiko to kill, at least injure him, and given her past this brought to the surface, she could, but it’d cause greater issues, forcing her to calm down.

 

Clouded by added anger, perhaps the fact that this Xavior needs his feline to fight battles for him, the prince came charging at the blacksmith screaming, “Your lord was too afraid to battle me fairly, disgracing me!” swinging his blade, again finding the floor, but this time Fujiko set up for a deathblow, stopping at the last second. It didn’t need to be said that seeing her blade at his throat made his life flash before his eyes, the man’s expression spoke to that, having his mind clear.

 

Twirling her sword before sheathing it, Fujiko said, “If I hadn’t stepped in, the anger Xavior feels would’ve had him kill you, human.” semi calmly, though a bite could be noted in the statement. Licking the fur on her arm, she knew the vampire within her friend was ready to get free, that was the pressing reason she acted, but the first and foremost was her past. Walking on all fours, she went outside to find Xavior because it was time to tell the secret which haunted her all these years.

 

Walking out from a shadow of a pillar, the fact that the man about downed nearly all of the blood containers so apparent, making him look away. Words wouldn’t cover the tongue lashing Blackrose would give him if she were there, Xavior could hear her in his head, but he said, “It isn’t like you to lose your temper my friend. Truth be known, I sensed something on your mind before we were brought here.” Though being undead came with mind reading abilities, Xavior could tell something wasn’t right with the feline even without using his power, having him add, “Come, tell me.” kindly.

 

The man could always read her like a book even without letting her know, a fact making the blacksmith come and sit next to him. Though every way she could tell her story to one of her closest friends had been going through her mind for years, there was no other way to open the scar, having Fujiko sigh before asking, “Do you know about the Kentarian, a nomadic tribe of cat people?”in what sounded like remorse. She knew how that question was void, because Fujiko knew Xavior had a passion for reading about ancient races, even when he was mortal, having the feline hang her head in shame.

 

From her question and the way his friend worded it, Xavior knew whatever bothering her had to do with that tribe. As he looked up at the stars, he said, “They were the tribe that settled at the base of the Misty Mountains, but traveled to the west every month to trade and sell what they made.” calmly, recalling what he read from memory, but how the whole race just disappeared ate at Xavior’s curiosity. Whole civilizations don’t just get wiped from history no matter what the cause, that much Xavior knew, an admission preparing words as he said, “I always thought it was off that nothing was said or found saying the Kentarian tribe even existed after a certain point, almost as if something manipulated history.”

 

“Someone did want the records of the civilization banished from the history tombs, and he used anything to see that come true.” the blacksmith said kind of calmly, though the remorse stayed between the words, reopening old scars. She needed to let Xavior knew why she reacted poorly minutes earlier and what troubled her as of late, that was a given, but how to tell him had her tongue tied. After using her hind leg to scratch her ear, Fujiko said, “This might be hard to explain, but I’m Kentarian. Yes, the people were slaughtered by the ruler who ordered our race erased from the records and he took me as a young slave.” a sigh passed the feline’s lips, possibly to see if Xavior believed her before adding, “After I was old enough, he had his mage cast a spell that slowed my aging down to a crawl, that’s why it appears as though I don’t get older.” almost choking on tears, remembering her people.

 

Sitting there in silence, processing what he heard, Xavior knew his friend wasn’t one to tell tails, far from that, and besides, even when he met her when she studied smithing under his mother, something about Fujiko gave an impression. What really made his blood boil was the fact that the ruler wiped out her whole race, forcing her to be virtually ageless, probably so she’d be a sexual servant for him and his kind. Blackrose’s husband knew of the tactics some rulers and high ranking officials often use underhanded shit like spells or manipulation to keep slaves, one fact making Xavior grind his fangs in anger. “No wonder why you were at odds with the prince just now.” he said calmly, though a bit of anger at how Fujiko had to suffer that past couldn’t go unnoticed in the man’s voice, having him growl.

 

Telling someone her secret after many moons felt freeing, if the feline had to tell the truth, letting her sigh in relief.

 

A Short Pop Team Epic Post: Epic Fail

After watching the first episode of Pop Team Epic, I dropped it! To me, said series seems like a anime that messes with the mind, and after two seconds had me flashback to the music video POMPOMPOM, reminding me how that video hurt my brain. Not sure what the creators are trying to go for, but it isn’t for me.

Maybe the anime series isn’t my thing due to my age or I just gravitate towards older anime, more saner anime OR like what lil sanity I have left! 🙂

Sorry for the short little rant/anime update, but there wasn’t much to say about Pop Team Epic, other than it hurt me a mila second in, having me drop it. What are your takes on the anime?

The Demon’s Unwitting Lover Part 2 Now Posted!

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Just posted part II of Aki Yoshira’s story on the other blog. The link to the Erotic Reading Booth is in my profile on here, but if you are not 18 or are afraid of adult writings, don’t head to the booth!

 

After you read it, let me pose this question. I wasn’t going to continue this arc line, but as of late, some ideas have been in my skull running amuck. Should I give her a closing before starting Aki down her new path?