Weekend Plan

Before starting, I hope those who celebrate Thanksgiving have a good one! I, on the other hand don’t plan on going anyplace, but thank the gods my nephew’s taking the kids somewhere, leaving me here in peace, aka a mini vacation. My plan is a simple one. Later, will attack a few stories, maybe closing a couple in the process.

 

SQC

 

Black Friday I want to replay Space Quest 1 from the SQC that I bought on Steam months ago then go on to Space Quest 2 and try playing 3 for the first time. I had 1 and 2 on our old Apple IIGS growing up and they were fun stress free games to chill out on, good memories!!! 🙂

 

At some point, I’m tossing around starting a play through of the PC version of the game below, below worry has me though.

 

FF7

 

Problem is almost every Logitech F310 game pad I had shorts out over time and I wouldn’t want it glitching when I get to a  key point and it craps. I know, use the keyboard, but while the keyboard’s decent for some games, I need the F310. Plans are in the works to get Logitech’s wireless pad.

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A Wife’s Wish (Open Story Progress.)

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Before showing how far I’ve gotten with this one, there are a few things that need saying. This story was inspired by the original Blade Runner movie from the 80s & has Aki Yoshira, the woman above in it. It has subjects that may not agree with some people, such as crude sexual humor, love scenes, cloning and by the time it is done, a lot of violence.

 

Any errors will be corrected in the finished work, this is an Alpha of the story to show the progress. I really hope you enjoy and feedback’s welcomed. 🙂

 

 

A Wife’s Wish.

Aki Yoshira 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!

AUTHOR’S NOTES: This work of fiction has strong language, a little M/F sex, blood/gore and some things that may not be for some readers. If you’re one of those readers, read no further.


In the year 2320, human cloning is about to become a reality, a dream of one young scientist, but after her death, will her husband do the right thing and fulfill her final request?


Looking through a microscope at what could be the answer to two years of work, noting any reaction, studies she took quite seriously, the scientist, who was about twenty always took a few moments to look at her husband’s picture and smile. She knew people joked and picked on her, saying she was too married to her project to be have any kind of personal life, and to a degree they weren’t wrong, how the blue haired woman fixed her gold rimmed glasses proved that, but as she moved the sample, putting it away, Aki knew the marriage was right. Sure, rough patches were many, a lot than most marriages probably, she wasn’t about to sugar coat it, but they worked through them, coming out stronger.

After taking the rubber gloves off and pitching them, the video phone began to ring, a noise driving a grin across her face as she headed to answer. It wasn’t a mystery, the woman knew her husband would be on the other end, that fact alone had Aki’s heart fluttering before she answered and said, “Hey, on your way up or do I have time to get nude for my man?” playfully, especially on that last part, but her words had a meaning behind them, one she hoped her man would get. Though a dedicated scientist on the verge of the biggest breakthrough in genetics, the couple wanted a family, something she never really had, but wanted, compelling them to discuss it.

“Um well, how long ya need, my hot lab worker? I can stop the elevator, but that might tick security off!” the man replied with, getting his wife’s hint, but added, “You realize if my pole hits that cold exam table in there, that’ll act like a cold shower, killing the mood.” pornographic visuals all around the statement, making Aki laugh hard. Really though, it almost brought a tear when he heard the woman say that after months of discussion, having a smile paste itself on his face. As he stepped off the elevator, he knew Aki wouldn’t want to try getting pregnant there at work, though she had a kinky side so he didn’t rule that out, the man realized they never took a honeymoon, and even though she would need to come in tomorrow, renting a hotel room wasn’t out of the question.

When he entered the lab, her words couldn’t say the things she wanted, a kiss could, sending the young lady into her husband’s arms, giving him a long wet passionate one with her grinding against him at the end.”John, you know that I’ve decided to start our family, that is, if you still want children.” Aki said in a loving whisper after the kiss ended, having her peer into his eyes, as if they held what she wanted to know. True, the woman already knew his response, enough said, she just wanted to hear him say yes again, a word that brings her joy.

He could answer her question with some cheesy one liner or a joke, given what she told him on his way to take her home it’d fit, but jokes and the like seemed in bad taste, having John brush hair from her eyes, cupping her face with both hands as he said, “I may joke and give you grief, making you think I don’t hear you, but, Mrs. Hicks I’ll be a good father to our baby, I promise…” tenderly, love laced in to show the feelings her choice brought out of him as a tear began descending his cheek. Standing there forehead to forehead, love in their stare, John caught himself wondering how a woman like her, a goddess with beauty and brains could’ve fallen for an ex hired hand went beyond him, though he wouldn’t trade the last year and six months for anything, one fact the man admitted without question. There was so much they wanted to tell one another, but not verbally, having John take Aki’s hand and kiss it before he said, “I know you need to come in tomorrow, but thought since we never really had a honeymoon, we could go out, rent a room and try making our first?” in a low lovingly voice in the blue haired woman’s ear, grinding against her, hoping to entice her.

Smiling, feeling him do that, chills went up, down and around her beautiful body, having the woman’s heart fluttering more, sending her to kiss him deeply again, an act she felt him return in spades. Oh, Aki knew the kiss answered in favor of going and probably having sex part of the night, an activity they both had in mind, the young scientist broke the kiss and said, “Let’s go, my love…” a soft purr to her voice as she went to nip john’s ear, leaving a mark on it, just the way she knew he liked it. Before walking out, Aki took off her lab coat, revealing her white dancer’s top, a garment unauthorized for work, and she knew that, but she planned this night with her man for days, so she didn’t really care if what she had on would get her in hot water.

Not being able to rip his eyes from the view of her sexiness, which made his meat hard was an understatement, John hoped that it wouldn’t get in the way of driving. Walking to the car, he couldn’t help pinching Aki’s butt before guiding her in, an act making her stick her tongue out as her cheeks became flush red. While true, both had sex on the brain, how they began rubbing their legs proved it, John asked, “How’s work, getting any closer?” kindly as he started the car. He knew Aki was having a few hard things to overcome, likely a lot more given the deadline was in a month, but he supported all she did and she knew that.

Adjusting her glasses, a bit of pride came over Aki as she said, “Well, before you called, I saw that the cells started to divide, producing a network, so good!” stress relief in her tone, allowing her to smile, but she held something back, one thing she hoped John would understand. Once at the hotel, so many ways she could proceed swirled in the female’s head, much more than she plotted, but no, Aki had what she wanted to do in mind, making the woman kiss her husband deeply, her hands unbuttoning John’s shirt. Backing him up while her hands explored his chest, taking every feature and detail in, a task they did many nights before, Aki had no words for this moment, they paled to do what actions would, driving the woman’s leg against his, inching up.

Feeling her come up his leg gave him all he wanted to know to say the least, sending his hands off on their quest, tracing her body and beyond, letting them map her well. John knew they both had burning lust at the door, ready to rip it off its hinges or act like a ticking bomb set to blow, either fit, driving him mad with passion as his hands took her hot pants down. After they hit the floor, sure foreplay came to mind, with a hot babe like her how could it not, John admitted it, lust dictated other things however, compelling her husband to get all over her in bed, kissing, licking and rubbing her intimate places, one instruction John obeyed once he heard Aki’s moans.

“John, baby yes…” the young woman moaned in the man’s ear before kissing it, trailing down his neck, panting breaths in between them. Arching her back up and helping her man untie her top while they kissed, a task not simple by any means, Aki couldn’t believe how the waves made her feel, hoping actions would be more than enough, compelling her to undo his pants and attempt to slink them down. True, the couple had sex many times before, each time memorable than the last, facts Aki couldn’t help but admit, this time felt more magical though, likely due to trying to have a child, something they both wanted for awhile, knowledge compelling the blue haired woman to rub John’s chest, exploring every part of it.

He loved her, no refusing that fact, and if anything happened to her, there would be shit raining down on the one who did it, it went without saying, an omission making him trace her cheek before entering Aki’s womanhood, spreading it. Panting, kissing her while their bodies met again, words would have no meaning now, their bodies would say how the couple felt now, having the man and woman begin the dance, pushing and countering while breathy moans filled the room between kisses. As /John rained deep kisses on her neck, Aki moved her body in a way arousing him, telling him she wanted him deeper, a request he fulfilled fast, thrusting, but she rolled him on his back, looking down at her husband, a smirk on her face.

Aki wouldn’t say she planned this, even if she did, the woman had no reason to tell him because the woman knew her husband loved this, compelling the lady to hand over her man, her full breasts swaying for him to do as he wanted. Nothing felt so right but when she felt him inside her as he was then, but when his lips went on her tits, attending to them and hands cupped them, working slowly, the waves going through her were all the scientist needed to intertwine her hand with his and ride, feeling John’s kisses and other hand on her. “God, this feels so good…” Aki moaned before planting lingering kisses on his neck, getting a faster pace going due to the feeling in her, a stirring sending pulsating waves faster throughout her frame, making the woman freeze while they carried her to bliss.

All he could do was give a last thrust into her, emptying every ounce of seed into his wife while giving into the surges working them both, as if John wanted different, having him kiss her deeply, enjoying her embrace. When the surges started dying off, sending both back to their senses, he held her, raining kiss after wet kiss on her face, neck and where ever he saw skin, Aki’s man rubbed her back as she adjusted in his embrace, letting him swear he’d be there for her and their baby, a promise John would die to keep. Sure, telling the future or seeing it wasn’t his many gifts and the man knew that, he didn’t know if what they just did got her pregnant, but something made it feel like she could be, having him snuggle with her, letting sleep take the two.

Aki didn’t want to be anywhere but asleep in her husband’s arms, secure knowing John was near, hoping morning wouldn’t come too fast because she knew their mini escape needed to give way to her going back into work, making the young woman position herself on his chest better. They had that night, she wouldn’t ever forget what he did or how perfect their bodies seemed to move, it was magic after all, if that word worked in this instance. Would she be too bold and hope a child might come out of what transpired, Aki didn’t think so, that alone made her even more secure, making her sigh while she slept.

Neither one wanted to admit dawn came a few hours after and the “holiday” they were on had to end, how Aki and John held each other tighter showed their refusal, but the man and woman got out of bed and dressed, as slowly as possible it should be known. Kissing and touching went to prove the other night didn’t completely do the job, hell five night might only barely satisfy the couple to be honest, duties called though, a reality, having both down as they left the hotel. “Aki, last night was damn hot. Half of what you did has got to be illegal in this country!” John said with a chuckle following, lightening the already offbeat mood after getting in the car.

Smirking at her husband, sticking her tongue out at him, adding a bit more to the mood before she said, “You bring that out of me babe. Here I’m an innocent lab worker cursed with a hot body and married to a man who I love being meat for, can you blame me for being naughty?” in a erotic tone, the memory of the sex they had still fresh, aiding her statement. Once at work, tasks of the day took up almost all of her thoughts, having Aki check the progress of the cell growth, but she felt like something was out of place. It wasn’t the sample, the subject grew a good bit from the other night, no, she couldn’t put her finger on, putting the young woman on guard.

Seven years after Aki’s death, John had a mix of emotions going through his head, constantly at war with him, making him want to go after the people who killed her, one thing not far from thought, their daughter, Yuki, the couple’s pride and joy came first though. While watching her outside playing, the man found a chip in Aki’s old desk address to him, but before he opened it, his daughter screamed, alerting him, but before the man could react, the six year old ran in, behind his leg, shaking like a cherry blossom in the tree. The term “Dad Mode” didn’t quite apply here, but “Dad Mode with a sprinkle of ninja” worked flawlessly, getting John on a knee before he asked, “What’s wrong, angel?” concern all around the question, letting her know he’d do anything to keep her safe.

“Outside, I saw someone…” Yuki said still shaking, struggling for words to tell her daddy more about the person, but what could only be shock gripped the child. She knew her father taught her not to lie, and this wasn’t one, actually all she could do was show him, making her grab her dad’s hand and take him outside, something she did even if she had to see that again.

“If those kids picked on her for slipping into Japanese, their heads will be on pikes!” he mumbled angrily, knowing she acts about the same when they tease her, having him set to kill. Once outside, the sight he saw shook him to the core, making John do a double take, not believing his own eyes, how could he when she died years earlier. “Little one, go inside and I’ll be in to get dinner in a minute, alright.” the man said kindly, not wanting to say what he felt was needed in front of her, John had sense than to swear while Yuki was in ear shot.

Without a word, his daughter ran inside, finding things to occupy herself with, no doubt her mom’s intelligence rubbing off on her, knowledge making him smile before what he had to deal with. While shutting the door, little had to be said, John knew he was looking at his wife’s clone, something not sitting well with the man, that was so apparent, it was in the past though, letting him think before speaking. “I know you’re her clone, but she passed seven years ago…” John said calmly with a bit of bite in the statement, thinking where this might go. He supported his wife, encouraging her when she felt like giving up on the dream she had, a fact he reasserted, and if anyone said she should’ve given up, they’d get his wrath, but Aki never said anything about using her own genetic code to create this, making the moment odd to say the least.

Old Open Story Progress!

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This most likely will be the final report on the progression of my elf princess’s story until I put it on my blogger. The reason that is said is due to the love scene I’m gearing up to do & I don’t wanna strike on here or people upset because their kids read it. That said, please enjoy.

 

A Princess’s Forbidden Desire

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!


As a twenty year old elf princess with navy blue hair bathed in a pond near her forest kingdom, words of her mother and father started ringing in ears, telling her not to go too far, and she needed to pick a prince from one of the other kingdoms to wed. While getting her hair wet, ready to be washed, Skya didn’t hide the fact that their warning and the “Pick a prince” speech bothered her, the sigh crossing her lips proved it did. About the warning, she admitted creatures like goblins and such lurked in the shadows, Skya killed a few herself before, feats that only sharpened her sword skills, but to picking a husband, the idea chilled her to her core.

Finishing up, getting herself dry and dressing in the low cut pink kimono that showed a good bit of cleavage, something that her parents frowned upon, the thought of marriage still went through the elf woman’s head, making Skya cringe. Oh, it wasn’t the concept that made her feel sick, she wanted a man, children, everything marriage offered, what made the bad taste in her mouth to start was the fact that all elven males of royal blood seemed too much like weak children, hiding behind their money, afraid to fight, a trait which turned her off. Fixing her hair bow and white boots, tying the laces, a sigh of longing dropped from Skya’s mouth because she felt as if a man she could call hers had to be out there waiting, but she didn’t know how to find him.

Putting her sword between her kimono and the waste wrap, securing it, a noise that sounded like a tree twig snapping caught her attention, having the elf jump on a tree branch, her sword ready. While looking around finding nothing but night, it wasn’t lost on her that the trees spirits felt the slightest changes in their homes, a fact making Skya put a hand on the tree as she began chanting a spell that would bring the spirits out, After a few moments of speaking the words, light green started glowing around the elf woman’s hand and the tree trunk, having Skya shut her eyes.

Every piece of her being told her this wasn’t the time to lose a sense, especially if an enemy was in the darkness, something she already knew, but Skya had to focus on what the spirits said, meaning she needed to close an ability. With her eyes close, the path to the spirits that call the trees homes began appearing, letting them come to her, whispering in the elf princess’s ear. As she listened to them, it couldn’t be denied Skya felt an uneasy feeling growing within her, as if something had her dead in its sight, burning a hole through her, causing the elf’s eyes to burst open and jump away from the tree as a creature came after her.

Though she knew this wasn’t the time for jokes, “How dare you interrupt my conversion with my friends!” bled from her mouth playfully while drawing her sword. Skya wasn’t a fool when it came to fighting, she felt like there were more creatures in the shadows, waiting, but soon, more dark elves, goblins and whatever being the underworld rejected came out, surrounding her. True, Skya knew her skills with the sword were almost unmatched, something she took great pride in, but perhaps even she had to admit there might be too many for her, an omission unbecoming of her.

Looking at the elf woman’s body, it couldn’t be said some of the dark elves wanted to rape her after capturing her, the way they licked their lips said it all. Everyone of them knew the dark elves and those who rule the eight tree kingdoms of the land were at war, it went without saying, but to catch a prize like the princess before them and use whatever to seduce her so they could defile the heir to a kingdom, possibly get her with child appealed to them, having them smirk. While most of the older soldiers held back, forming attack strategies, the thoughts of fucking Skya whirled around the younger troops, pressing them to attack her, a move that had her kill them easily. It went without saying the rest of the group came after the elf, having her fight for her life, a fight worrying her, but while the soldiers and monsters got a few good licks in, nobody saw about twenty of them be killed, beheaded by an unknown force, making the battle freeze.

“My gods, sixty against one, can we say unfair?” echoed from the darkness, bouncing off the trees, confusing the dark elves, even the princess. While all tried to figure out where and who this was, mumbling began among the solders, but a dark elf with redish hair came out of the shadows, holding a sword that Skya hasn’t seen before, but she didn’t know if he was friend or foe, having her ready her blade. The man’s features told the dark elves he was one of them, making the leader try to ask him to help them capture her, but before he finished, the stranger appeared behind him, wiping the crimson from the sword as the head elf’s head fell to the ground. After their leader’s body dropped, it took little to deduce this man had no sense of loyalty, at least in their minds, calling their force to attack.

Standing there, the navy blue haired princess watched the man battle his own kind like a demon, still unsure what to make of him. Skya could cast a spell to read his mind, that she knew, but watching the man, there was something about how he fought that drew her in. As the fight went on, it amazed the young elf woman the way he handled his sword, drawing and sheathing it, but using his hands and feet as well, leading her to the conclusion he must’ve studied in Izura, which would make sense. Perhaps her naive nature had a part in it, but Skya admitted this guy would be a perfect mate for her, if he wasn’t the enemy. Yet, though she couldn’t explain it, she felt something with him, like he had a human way about him, making her curious.

Seeing the last dark elf fall, the stranger flicked his sword, clearing it of blood before sheathing it. Walking off, his eye caught Skya’s beauty in what little of the kimono she had left, having a wolf whistle leave his lips, making her turn away, but, “You best go home princess, before more show up.” follow semi kindly. Thinking about what that leader asked made him ill, the way his fist hit a tree gave proof to it, letting, “Why can’t I just go my own way, why pick sides here?” enter his thoughts as he sat by a campfire and started to take apart his sword, cleaning it. Since waking up in that body, a joke god or fate played on him, people always ask him to take a side, getting him sick. He wasn’t blind to the fact there was a war going on, evidence of that fact was everywhere, even so, the man wanted no part in it, having him keep a low profile.

As he continued caring for his blade, thoughts of his past and the goddess or whatever that flooded him, making the elf want to curse. He remembered its words, that he’d find a woman and happiness there, but even so, it couldn’t be denied that the concept of reincarnation had no meaning to him, having a laugh begging to get out. Sure, it couldn’t be denied that he saw a light before waking up days earlier then finding himself there, but he wasn’t ready to call it divine, the word wasn’t the one on his tongue. And yet, no other explanation fit, leaving a blank in his mind, having a piece of the man open.

Jumping through the trees, trying to get home before her mother and father knew she went against them, though parts of the elf princess felt they guessed, her thoughts went back to the fight and the stranger who aided her. Every fiber of Skya knew he was a dark elf, that couldn’t be denied, but, “If he’s an enemy, why did he kill the commander?” spilled from her lips, inviting more questions in. True, it might’ve been a ploy, she admitted it or a rogue within their ranks, causing her head to spin more.

As Skya got through her bedroom window of the castle, she began feeling eyes staring at her, freezing her in her tracks. “You went to the Black Forest again to bathe, didn’t you daughter?” a female asked from the corner, gazing at the princess. The queen knew Skya had a defiant streak, after all, she taught her to have a strong will, her mom admitted that, but to go into the forest beyond the boarders made the queen’s head spin. Approaching her daughter, little needed saying she found a fight, making her look Skya over, ensuring she wasn’t hurt, but, “You make us worry when you do these stunts, I hope once you pick a mate, you will settle down!” came tumbling out firmly but lovingly.

Hearing the same thing about marrying one of these weakling princes made the navy blue haired princess’s stomach turn, making, “Mother, I told you and father I’m not interested in those children! I mean, they’re too scared of swords, for fairy sake.” left Skya’s lips as she turned to mend her kimono with magic. What she hoped to find was a mate who seemed like her equal with a blade so she might test him, and if he could face her in a duel, the woman would pick him as her mate.

The queen didn’t deny her daughter’s observation, she agreed that almost half the princes seemed like weaklings who are too afraid to fight, a fact driving a sigh from the woman. Yet, tradition stood, meaning Skya had limited options, having, “Dear, I know you want a man who’s equal to you with a sword and in bed, but there are any. Besides tradition states that you have to pick a prince to wed soon…” left her mouth. While true, the elder elf would do anything for her daughter, even try to find a better mate for her, but there just weren’t any within the royal lines, bringing her to Skya and rub her shoulders.

Every part of her knew her mother spoke truth, though Skya admitted it, the truth was hard to except, letting a sigh pass her lips as the elf continued mending her garment. Life with one she didn’t love or view as an equal made her ill, having, “I should’ve let those soldiers capture me…” cross her mind in that moment of sadness, dragging her deeper into that pit, but she also knew that thought was just a reaction. Just then, images of the dark elf who came to her aid started coming to mind, lightening her sorrow, making Skya smile. Still, the man was a mystery and it couldn’t be ignored that he was a dark elf, but the things the female sensed from the man needed to be investigated, getting, “Mother, there might be an elf that could be a match, he helped me earlier, but I want to find out more, can you stall father?” out of the young navy blue haired elf, while turning to her mom.

“Who is this man of whom you speak?” left the older female lips in a concerned tone as her eyes locked on her daughter’s, trying to gauge if she was telling the truth. Oh, she wasn’t calling Skya a liar, far from it, but she was aware her spirited daughter had a way to get out of royal matters, making her examine the young elf’s words carefully. After what seemed like an eternity, though every piece of her mother could be heard fighting the choice, in the end, she wanted Skya to be happy, having, “Okay I’ll help you, BUT I wish to meet this man,” come out kindly, watching the princess walk to the window, leaving. It wasn’t a question that she feared for her daughter every time she saw her go on these treks, it went without saying, and yet, she did teach the elf to be her own person, giving her some piece of mind.

Making her way through the trees, it wasn’t lost on the young elf that she didn’t see which direction the dark elf walked off in, but some part told her that he had to have somewhere near the area she was attacked. She had no idea why she had that feeling, it just made sense, sending her towards the clearing. True, returning there might invite more enemies, a fact that Skya knew all too well, but the risk was hers to make if it meant seeing the stranger again, having the elf make her way through the trees. As she landed, images of him still had their say over Skya, drawing the navy blue haired princess in, but as she relived seeing the stranger, something more about his expression caught her, giving her the feeling she must find him.

Walking through the forest, trying to remember which direction he went, his expression stayed on the young elf woman’s mind, feeding the need to see him. Sure, it went without saying that Skya wanted to see the dark stranger’s fighting ability and cross swords with him as a way to test to see if he could be her one true mate, the woman already set her mind to that, but how he looked spoke to her. To her, it almost seemed like a great sadness rested upon him, as if the man had something taken from him, prompting something, perhaps a caring nature to surface and drive her forward. Continuing deeper into the area, flickers from a campfire called her attention, having her put her hand on her sword while slowly approaching, ready to draw if needed.

Sitting by the fire, cooking fish he just caught not long ago, his free hand went for his black wrapped Katana and started unsheathing it. Though he didn’t know how he knew, maybe his sharpened senses told him, but he knew the elf princess was in the brush behind him, triggering, “Thought you’d be back in your kingdom and not back here.”to fall from Draven’s lips while checking the night’s dinner. He didn’t deny wanting to see the woman who had barely anything on under that kimono of hers, who wouldn’t, he just thought Skya cared for her own safety rather than strolling in the same place she was attacked, but perhaps not, letting, “Well, it isn’t my concern, hungry? There’s enough fish.” to leave his lips kindly.

“How did he know I?” went through the young elf woman’s mind as she came out, watching him. She thought she was well hidden, able to observe him, she admitted that openly, leading the princess to believe the dark elf used a spell to locate her, having Skya approach with caution. She couldn’t deny being at a loss for words as she sat down, especially when he knew she was watching him, causing the elf to hesitate about taking the food. True, she knew he looked like a dark elf, a member of the race who wanted her as a captive, she knew that, but everything about him said otherwise, giving her the courage to say, “I didn’t thank you for helping me.” Skya knew other things could’ve been said, questions about him for instance, that seemed like the right thing to do.

As he picked up the stick with his dinner on it, it didn’t escape him that she thought the fish was poisoned or whatever, having, “I know I look like a dark elf, but if I was a soldier for them, why would I help you?” be posed, adding, “Besides, this war doesn’t concern me.” As he said that, there was little doubt in Draven’s mind any spy might say the same, leading him to just take a bite. Still, Skya looked as though questions were on her mind, a look that didn’t irritate him, just unsettle the man, making, “Why are you looking like that?” to leak from his lips, looking at the princess.

Perhaps images from before dictated it because, “You don’t act like a dark elf like I’ve encountered, more like a human.” leaped from her, a reply she wanted to take back due to it sounding blunt and that was hardly her way. Skya couldn’t describe how low that statement made her feel, making her want to disappear, a fact making the princess slowly stand and begin to leave, but he grabbed her hand, having the elf woman look at him strangely. Clearly her statement reflected badly on her, something she regret, she had more tact than that, yet, the way her savior looked, she could tell he had a story to tell, compelling the navy blue haired elf woman to sit.

“How can I explain this when I don’t undersrand how it happened?” went through his head as he looked at her, eyes asking her to sit. He knew if he said that he was human reborn as a dark elf it may give her the impression that something wasn’t right with him, a fact having Draven struggle to find the words. Though it felt like eternity, a feeling he couldn’t explain started coming over him, covering the man and making, “Princess, you are correct, I’m not really who you see.” bleed from his lips as he looked up into the sky, trying to find more words to follow. Draven wasn’t like this, this open, he admitted that, but the elf woman seemed to have a friendly aura about her, letting, “Don’t know if you’ll believe this, but I died a human, waking up in this body.” There wasn’t any doubt in his mind if she told him he was nuts, the way the man told her made sure she would think that, dragging him into a pit.

Sitting there, listening to this elf’s story, parts of which Skya didn’t what to believe since he could be lying to her. Yet, looking at the man, the navy blue haired princess’s intuition came into play, having her think about the old stories her mother told, causing, “You mean, the gods didn’t think it was your time yet?” It must mean your fate has yet to be written.” carefully drained from the female elf’s lips as she studied his eyes, noting any deception. Oh, what she said didn’t mean she bought it completely, Skya knew Draven could be part of the same dark elves her father and her kingdom were trying to stop, but when she saw his eyes, some truth to his tail seemed possible, drawing her curiosity out.

He didn’t know if the princess believed him or not, back in the old days of being human, reading women wasn’t something he did well, a fact Draven admitted with no hesitation. Still, it seemed like weights were lifted from him after he told Skya what he could, but what she said about fate and all made him think. Though not ready to accept that the gods had a design for him like the elf woman suggested, because god had little meaning in his life, and if he did put him there, it might have been a joke, but it did make him ponder the possibility that the man hadn’t yet fulfilled what fate had in store, making him nod.

She didn’t know why, but as she sat with him and heard more of his story, some part of the elf wanted to know more about him, how he passed on in his world for one, but everything in Skya told her not to ask. How Draven fought intrigued her however, letting, “I’ve never seen use of a style that uses the blade and empty handed attacks like yours, where did you learn it?” flowed from the elf woman kindly as she ate the fish he handed her awhile ago. True, he could’ve learned the art from the Izurian people, that much she admitted, but now that she knew Draven was once human from another realm, it stood out he might’ve trained in it before, letting Skya just listen.

“My my, this princess is sure after something.” rang through Draven’s head, raising flags, begging the man to question why she asked, although while looking at her, that feeling that attracted him to her started kicking in, quelling the question. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he found her hot or easy to talk with, but, “I’ve learned the style when I was human, but added a few things, like the drawing and sheathing between techniques to make it my own.” fell from the dark elf’s lips, watching the princess. To him, it felt as if Skya was asking these things as a way to test him for something, a feeling peaking his interest and letting, “I mean no disrespect princess, but I can see you have something on your mind, so why not just ask?” leave his lips.

Looking away, as if his statement offended her, the young elf wanted to counter him with attitude, every piece of her will demanded it, yet, “How can I tell him he could be my match?” went through Skya’s mind, having her struggle. Oh, she knew she wanted to test the man to see if he could match her with a blade, there wasn’t little question of that, but perhaps the man’s features bewitched her, because the way to explain herself left her, leaving the navy blue haired princess at a loss. Sitting the trying to find a way to explain herself, an overwhelming need to just leave washed over her, making the elf woman stand, but some force, be it longing to find the man that was her equal in battle and bed held her there, forcing a sigh from her before, “I have this dream of finding a man who’s my equal in bed and battle. After seeing how you are, I feel you’re the one I’ve searched for.” spilled from her lips kind of weakly.

While listening to the elf princess’s words, Draven didn’t deny the fact that thoughts of them being together didn’t visit him after helping her out, only a fool would say it didn’t. Still though, even if they did battle to find out they were “FATED” to be, it would be hard due to him being a dark elf, a fact that made, “The fates are a bitch!” exit his mouth in an angry mumble. He knew and had every right to be pissed at who or whatever placed him in that body, not to mention in a war where the man could only keep moving to avoid getting involved with it, two good reasons for what was about to flood out. And yet, as the words gathered on his tongue, it hit him that a forbidden love might be fun, but more than that, the thought crossed that the two could end this war, something making Draven smile.

Skya could only guess what made him smile like that, but in someway, the elf woman took it like he accepted her challenge, having the navy blue haired princess return the gesture. Standing, getting ready to go back to the castle, “Tomorrow then?” flowed out kindly as she looked at Draven while fixing her sword’s sheathe between the waste wrap, hoping her excitement wasn’t bleeding through. Before jumping to a tree branch, the elf princess looked at the man that seemed to be the one she longed for and smiled, anticipation for what might blossom after her test for him growing within her heart.

After watching Skya disappear through the trees, Draven couldn’t help but wonder of she was the one he heard a voice beckon him to seek, having the dark elf toss the subject about in his head. “She is good with a blade and a hot number too, so maybe?” he stated in a semi serious but playful tone, not trying to avoid the fact that her parents may try to keep her from him since he is in “that” body. Oh, though he joked about sex and the fact that a forbidden romance with her would be fun, Draven had respect for Skya, getting him to plan on how to attempt winning over her parents, a task the man knew wouldn’t be easy.

Getting in her bedchamber window, Skya’s eyes fell upon her mother, a look of wonderment on the older elf’s face. “By your look daughter, it seems like the man you spoke of accepted your challenge?” her mother asked softly, a curious ring echoed in her voice, knowing it wasn’t unlikely. With a flick of a hand two cups filled with a sort of tea appeared on the worn oak table as she added, “Come, have some with me and tell me about him. After all, I’m covering for you with your father.” came out kindly, but had a way of not letting Skya forget she owed her mother.

The navy blue haired princess knew she had to tell her mom something about Draven, of that she couldn’t avoid, compelling Skya to sit. Every piece of her screamed not to say he was a dark elf, that would kill any possibility of a future with him, having her pick her words carefully. Hoping she wouldn’t say the wrong thing, Skya took a breath before she said, “Mother I think he IS the one. I mean he’s kind, attractive and how he fights, using his sword but also his feet in concert with his hands amazed me.” with a sort of passion in her voice as she told about him. As she took a sip of the tea, the princess could tell by her mother’s expression that she might’ve said a bit too much, a fact worrying the young elf.

As she suspected, her daughter was in a fight and this man, whoever he may be aided her, one thing giving the older elf peace while sipping the liquid. “I see, my little one.” This man does sound like your equal, but by the fairies, I want to meet the man who helped you.” Skya’s mother said in a half order but stern tone, trying to stress the fact that she risked too much nowadays. She knew her daughter could tell the risks she took pushed the boundaries she set, the look on the princess’s face wasn’t hard to read. And yet, that same look said she wasn’t done pressing her luck, making Skya’s mother throw her hands up as she said, “Just be careful, and I hope you do settle down after you and this man get together!” in an ordering tone, letting Skya know she wouldn’t take games much longer.

Every word she heard her mom say acted like a whip of sorts, taming the navy blue haired princess, making her hang her head as she said, “I understand, sorry mother.” in a mumble, a kind of sorrow around the reply, knowing she reached a line with her elder, one she dare not cross. It couldn’t be denied how her mother’s strong words made her feel, how Skya slowly stood and took a bow before taking her sword sheathe from her side, putting it next to the bed spoke to that. After watching her mother leave the room, her words still rang in the princess’s pointed ears, trying to get her to understand the dangerous game she was in, but Skya knew the rules, knowledge making her sigh while getting in bed.

Laying in bed, thoughts of the man who amazed her still ran wild in her mind, making Skya look forward to testing him. “After he and I battle, I’ll settle down, maybe more.” she said in a whisper, a trail of what could be lust on the edge of it, letting a smirk creep to her face. Though she bent the rules her parents set, Skya followed most of them, other than picking a prince to wed, but the way Draven made her heart skip a beat, every fiber in the elf made her want to let him take her after their duel, a want the navy blue haired elf knew was forbidden.

Mini Update

So, this weekend was somewhat productive! 🙂 The computer game pads came Friday & I unplugged the shorted one, throwing it away, plugging in the new one. The backup is in my dresser’s item drawer if/when I need it. 🙂 Boy, can’t tell ya how good it felt playing a game without the controller shorting out every second! 🙂 Even managed to complete Devil May Cry 4 on hard, which I’m glad to see that I can still do it. When beaten, it unlocked two more modes, but I’m no way that hardcore to try em.

 

I am debating on showing game play footage of a boss fight, please let me know your thoughts

 

On the writing front. Tomorrow, (Tuesday) will be spent adding too, if not completing the fan based work, (the one with the woman below and the feline ninja guy), after washing pop cans out. 🙂 My goal is to get open stories done before doing new stuff, as stated days ago.

 

Maki.

 

 

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Lastly: Wednesday will be spent revisiting Elfen Lied so the review can be written, which most of you are waiting for, sorry to keep you all waiting. 😦

Showing Stories Day 5: Ending With A Discussion Topic

So we’ve hit the end of this ride and wanted to end with a topic you can discuss among yourselves and me, but first let me say this. When I started writing so many years ago, I knew nothing, as my adopted bro could tell ya. 🙂 I mean it, my characters were hollow, they didn’t work for their goals etc. In the last few years, my writing style has gotten better, I show emotion more than tell & characters do have things to overcome before being rewarded. True, there are a few things that need addressing, like dialogue structuring, but I’m learning! 🙂

 

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That stated, on with the topic. Most of you know that I’m writing a Sailor Moon/Star Cross Love crossover, using two of my novel’s characters set in the very first few minutes of the 90s anime. I’m also debating on having my male character bite a dying guard, (or someone that will not be in Sailor Moon), turning them into a vampire and adding them into my book & here’s where the discussion topic comes into play. I have ideas of the post/standing the character that Xavior might turn has, but give me ideas of their looks, mindset, baggage, are they supportive of him and Fujiko helping their defense etc.

 

Trying to be more interactive. 🙂

Showing Off Stories Day 4: Attempting To Add The Techniques To The Novel

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I got sick on a donut that decided to bite me thirty minutes after it was eaten or this post would’ve been up yesterday! 😦 Moving on though. A day or two ago, my muse, Blackrose, the vampire cat above nudged my brain and compelled me to write before I went to bed. Though not much time was spent with the new way of writing, I’ve tried putting into the book chapter I’m on & to me, it looked okay.

 

Even though one paragraph was added, please give your thoughts.

 

Starcross Love:

CHAPTER VI: THE NEVER ENDING STRUGGLE

Author’s Note: 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 characters and work. Any recreation without consent is PROHIBITED!

Rated Mature: For violence/gore, language, and adult themes. So if you object, turn away now!


Having this crimson furred double of Blackrose staring at them, preening it’s arm fur so carefully put the vampire cat and Fujiko beside themselves, making the two on edge, but Blackrose more so. She didn’t need to guess what this entity was or what it wanted to do, the look in her double’s eye told her as much, forcing a cat like demonic howl from her as, “I won’t let you harm him!” fell from her lips while she got on all fours, running and jumping to attack this copy, but it caught her arm. While there seemingly trapped, it wasn’t lost on Blackrose that she could get free, she knew she could get away by shadow stepping, that wasn’t her plan. No, her plan was to study this copy and find out what her senses told her were true, which prompted Blackrose to roar as she threw a dark energy spire in the crimson cat’s face and jumped away.

Watching the vampire cat she once spurred as a friend fight this counterpart with her full power, Fujiko could see the change in Blackrose from centuries ago. True, though one of the undead and fighting with her full power at her disposal, being in love with a man who brought this out in her amazed the feline blacksmith, letting, “Suzu, my teacher’s son, Xavior warmed Blackrose’s heart?” work through her mind as a smile formed. After the vampire cat finished her flurry, an attack that did nothing and saw her land on all fours, it became apparent this evil entity wasn’t anything that would be taken down by “normal” means, having Fujiko step forward with her friend.

As it licked it’s fur, the vampire’s counterpart saw the two approach, allowing it to get a smugness about it. While staring at the felines, trying to debate whether to battle them here or attack the one weakness the one who cast her aside for first, an idea filling the crimson furred cat with perverse bliss. There was no doubt Blackrose’s evil enjoyed the image of Xavior, the man who she herself was hired to kill, but let love for him change her, an idea giving the entity a headache. Something about seeing the human’s blood on her claws and sword excited, the double, as if it got stronger, prompting, “I’m going to go after him myself and do what you couldn’t, no wouldn’t, kill him!” out of its mouth in a much more darker tone than the one who shed it before disappearing into a red mist.

Hoping to get to the entity before her counterpart dissolved, Blackrose roared, summoning an energy spire to her hand and threw it, missing her dark double by seconds. She didn’t need to guess her evil meant Xavior, letting, “Fujiko, stay and see what his sword might do, I’m going after my twin!” fall from the feline vampire’s lips in anger, anger at herself because she let Alucard, her Sire influence her darkness through the generations, causing this embodiment to exist. While a shadow overtook her into it, Blackrose took to the night, jumping from tree to tree like a cat would, off to the one place she knew this entity would be, the tomb of Xavior’s mother, having the feline shadow step faster.

As she watched the vampire vanish, the blacksmith had a lot of things going through her mind, driving her to sit on all fours and scratch her fur. Once done, she sheathed her blade, walking into her forge, in front of the cocooned Kahimoto while, “How will I know when it’s ready?” came out of her mouth, but what really worried the woman was the fact that she didn’t know if the newly infused sword spirit would help or hurt Xavior, and that alone made her light brown fur stand up. Oh, Fujiko would train with her master’s son so he could get use to the now half demonic blade and the weight it now most likely had, it went without saying, she didn’t know how the sword’s spirit force might act towards him.

As Xavior sat cross legged deep in thought, attempting to come to grips with killing his own sister, an act the man felt off about, something, perhaps a heaviness or the way shadows played on the tomb walls made Blackrose’s mate slowly stand. Scanning the area with his eyes, it couldn’t be denied he knew when the cat vampire was around, though he was still trying to get his head around Blackrose becoming good, but this felt much much more darker, having Xavior go for his sword, just remembering it wasn’t there, triggering an, “Ah shit…” from his lips while getting into his fighting stance. Every part of him could be heard telling the man this had risk written all over it, he knew this, yet, Xavior had no choice, other than Cerberus, the Guardian Spirit from Dracula’s castle, which, if needed, he’d use.

Still looking at the wall at the far end of his mother’s resting place, a figure of a feline started forming on it, making the question, “Is she back already?” come to the front of the warrior’s mind, but when he saw what stepped out of the shadow, he knew this battle just might be one he may not be one he would walk away from. “Woah, love the blood red hair and fur ya have going on! What are you, cause I know who you look like, but you aren’t her!” came out sternly as he looked in its eye, watching for any hint of an attack plan. Keeping an eye on the entity, something his mother Suzu said about evil began ringing in the Izurian warrior’s ear, something about some evil being so full of hate for something or someone, it splits off from the host and tracks the person itself, making Xavior chilly with what maybe fear.

“You are correct human, I’m the evil side of that weak kitten of yours, the side she tossed aside. You can call me Bloodrose! I’ll do what Blackrose’s too weak to do, kill you!” spilled from the double’s mouth so easily as it found joy knowing the man could die by her hand, driving it to attack. Using otherworldly speed, no doubt shared with the vampire it called a kitten, the counterpart went after the man, but though smirking, knowing a couple blows were landing, shock couldn’t keep away from Bloodrose’s face when it saw Xavior block one or two, making the entity madder. Pressing the attack, it knew how to injury the warrior, a way to mark him with a brand, prompting the vampire’s twin to use it’s paw and claw the man, leaving claw marks under Xavior’s left eye, causing a scream of great pain to explode from his mouth. Hearing the man screams and seeing him hold a hand over the area made the evil entity lick its claws happily before going in for the kill.

Feeling the sting of this thing’s mark and the blows before hand didn’t sit to well with Xavior, or maybe that was an understatement, but all he knew was the pain. “I need to call Cerberus…” shot across his mind, working through every corner of it, but could he chant the words in this condition came to mind as well, letting doubt come in. There wasn’t any debate of any kind, he knew he had to do something, and perhaps his mother’s spirit came beside the warrior, silencing the pain, having, “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!” flood from Xavior’s lips like water while his right arm began bleeding where the dog demon marked him. Though this would be the first time summoning it, the Izurian didn’t deny a slight feeling of what might be fear coming into play, holding him a bit, but he slammed his hand on the ground, letting the blood flow, forming a pentagram.

Looking at the man and seeing the pentagram of blood taking shape, Blackrose’s evil went after him with everything it had, knocking Xavior into a wall, having a gasp of pain exit the warrior’s mouth as offerings fell around him. It knew what the man attempted to do, the double wasn’t a fool, but little did Bloodrose realize, Cerberus heard the call of his partner and was on the way, prompting the crimson colored cat to go after the man to try ending him. Before it could, Suzu’s tomb got pitch black, as if night broke the doors, blowing out the touches lighting it, but in the blackness, three heads of the guardian spirit formed before the body of it completed, drawing the enemy away from Xavior.

Once solid, a great roar that shook heaven and earth exited the great demon, having it fix a gaze upon the warrior who summoned it. As his middle head leaned down, giving a low growl as it inspected the Izurian, Cerberus could smell that the warrior had life left in him, putting the demon at ease, letting it’s anger be directed towards Blackrose’s copy, having the left head look at the entity coldly. Turning to face the opponent, the great beast could smell his companion’s blood around it, enraging the demon more and getting plans together to fight this opponent. Eyeing the vampire cat woman’s copy, the underworld’s guardian knew this battle may not be an easy one, why would it be, but either the knowledge the speck of dust hurt the warrior or the demon’s standing among the demons of the other world fueled it, but fire started within Cerberus, driving the desire to defeat the entity and drag it to hell.

Peering across the room, looking at the beast, Bloodrose couldn’t deny the fact the human, a weakling such as this had tamed a demon, having her lick her fur, plotting. As it did, of course it didn’t matter if he had a devil guarding him, she would kill him, a fact it bathed in as a smirk started across its face. After what seemed like hours, Blackrose’s copy got on all fours and launched after her prey, letting the shadows cloak the advance, allowing the entity to jump from wall to wall, preparing to strike. To say that it had the taste of the man’s blood already on it’s fangs would be an understatement, the look on the double’s face said all, having Bloodrose bare its claws, but at the last second, Cerberus swatted the entity with his paw, knocking it into the floor.

“I will not allow this to happen!” left the great demon’s mouth in a thunderous growl while shooting Blackrose’s evil a cold look. Sure, the beast maybe a demon and fought the human himself, a battle still thrilling him to this day, but after, the blood contract sealed him as Xavior’s guardian spirit, a job it would perform within reason, having all three of Cerberus’s heads charge ice, fire and electricity to use. While doing so, the guardian of the great gate of the underworld knew his opponent could attack while his defense were getting ready, knowledge making the demon plot alternate plans. Like the great demon predicted, Bloodrose launched an attack, shadow stepping, trying to confuse it, but little did the evil know Cerberus anticipated it’s movement, allowing him to discharge all three elements point blank, sending the blood furred cat back.

“Cursed beast!” leaped from Bloodrose’s lips in a growl before licking burnt fur. There were no words to describe the anger of not getting to the human it wanted to kill, having it shoot a stare the giant demon’s way. Peering at the man that sat seemingly motionless behind Cerberus ate at Blackrose’s double, almost mocking it, something it couldn’t take, causing ideas to spark, letting a dark smirk to infect Bloodrose’s face. Preening a claw as it looked at the man it would use as a scratching post before killing him, one thought letting the crimson cat woman’s smirk grow, every part of it said the task wouldn’t be a simple one, something it already knew. After basking in the image of Xavior’s demise, red smoke gathered around, cloaking the evil feline, allowing it to disappear and reappear behind the guardian of the underworld, but before Bloodrose could get near the warrior, Blackrose arrived, fighting her copy and drove it back.

As the vampire cat woman set the man she loved in a safer place, she looked at the great dog guardian, giving him no words, but Cerberus needed no order to protect Xavior. With her mate safe, a demonic howl exited Blackrose as her icy gaze turned toward her counterpart and said, “I told you that I wouldn’t let harm come to him!” with fire in her voice, prompting her on all fours, launching after her dark double, shadow stepping as she went.

Showing Off Stories Day 3:Taste Of The New Style!

First off, I’d like to say sorry for the pause in posting these, life issues came up, but I do plot on continuing these posts. Ashley, (below) is the female character I picked to be in this story as an intelligent secretary. Yes, this will have adult themes, but for now please note how much clearer you can tell who’s speaking.

 

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Moment Of Weakness

Ashley 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!

Warning: The story you’re about to read contains M/F sex scenes and pregnancy. IF you are under 18, or reject adult subjects, stop reading!

As Ashley, a pig tailed young woman looked up at the ceiling of her bedroom, many thoughts of the coming morning began flooding her mind, making her debate calling into work, a debate sounding better as the minutes ticked away. Oh, the eighteen year old blonde loved the job of working for a lab that seemed to be curing diseases, doing studies and other things, she admitted it freely, but the guy she worked for always made passes at her, having her fell off. Still, though she wouldn’t come out and say it, a feeling she couldn’t place began when he was around, a longing of sorts, having a sigh exit the woman’s mouth. “There is NO way I could be attracted to him, he’s a pervert!” stood out in Ashley’s mind, acting as her anchor and grounding her in the fact, shoring up her wall.

Getting up and ready to dress, the combat raged on about the issue, which almost drove the young lady mad. As she put her fine hair in the red bonds, Ashley knew a woman with her IQ wouldn’t even think of dating a man such as him, there was just no way in the world she’d let her boss, someone scruffy and unkept have that avenue to her, an omission the blonde stood on, making it easy to clear her mind. While putting on her blue hot pants and tight white shirt, one task her full bust fought the whole way, it hit her that the way she dressed more than likely made the pervert wanna hump her leg, and yes, thoughts of wearing clothing that showed less did cross her mind, nudging her towards changing, but to her, she didn’t want to be viewed as the typical wallflower, compelling Ashley to wear what she had on.

After putting her short tan boots on, a sigh left the young blonde’s lips as she put her glasses on, fixing them while looking at the clock on the bedside table. Dread came over her, chilling her because she knew it was time to go in, knowledge driving her out the door and to her bike. As she rode, trying to get to the lab before her perverted boss could call her in so he would have excuses to drool over her, images the young lady felt ill thinking about, ideas on how to avoid the guy flooded her mind, giving Ashley options. She couldn’t totally avoid him, she knew that, after all she was his secretary and the pig tailed blonde aided him on trips for the lab, having her plot her plan if he should try his tricks.

Still, while Ashley rode in, many thoughts of how he may try to get to her during the day came into play, letting her workout exit plans, but she knew he may see through her, something making her glad she had her nunchucku with her. Sure, using them on him would get her fired, put in jail or both, that fact was all too clear, yet if he knew she carried them, it might offer some deterrence, having him think twice, or so she hoped. Once in the parking lot, every part of the young woman knew time wasn’t on her side, something Ashley felt, a motivation drive her to chain her bike to the rack and run in.

As soon as the pig tailed young woman got to her desk and started working, a voice from the office not five feet away started beckoning her name, a voice that made her heart sink as she moved from the seat, slowly walking towards the it. Attempting to get a look that didn’t scream “You pervert!” from bleeding through, she grabbed a pen and entered, saying, “Afternoon, Mr. Franklin!” as unhindered as possible, even though her defenses were up.

Looking at the blonde’s body and how it fulled out her hot pants and tight white shirt, the man couldn’t keep from wanting to drool, but, “Ms. Shannon, the head office wants to ship us to another research thingy.” As he got to the window, a sigh left his lips before, “We leave tonight, can you be ready?” crept out in a depressed way.

“Y-Yes I can be…” Ashley said in shock at the fact she didn’t need to fend him off, one fact that made the young lady wonder if he felt okay. As she exited the door, closing it and walked to her desk to plan for the trip, not having the man try anything worried her, almost making the pig tailed blonde walk back in and ask. True, on the surface, the perverted actions she saw her boss do didn’t catch her eye, of that she stood by, deep down however, call it passion or a passing fad, a need came over the woman. Continuing to workout the schedule for the business trip had her looking up the hotel the conference would be held in and such, like she would do any other day, yet seeing the man she worked for, possibly like act subdued threw her, letting curiosity drive the blonde from the chair.