Cleyra Act 2: Blood and Strings [Open to Cryptic Terror & myself (duh)] / NSFW

"That actually looks quite a nasty blow, let me see." Hawks comments, almost forgetting that they were in a hurry, that this wasn't the time and place, and it wasn't exactly a spot for just about anyone to strip of clothing and inspect. "I mean, we need your flight capabilities and espionage skills in our team, after all ... erm. I understand that we are in a hurry but ... I need you tell me what happened." his rather foolish behavior ended up in a rather serious tone, tho not the stern and upset kind; it was more of concern and pure confusion.

"Enough chit chat, we need to go .. follow me, I know of a shortcut to the port, a ship and one of your friends await us there!" Mark comments, and they all begin to move. "Good plan to assault their throats, too, smart woman." he adds, talking to Jade, taking her statement about "going for the jugular" too literally.

"It is an apt punishment for my failure."
Her eyes find his, almost ashamed. She had taken a blow rather than harm him when his body was occupied but he never needed to know that. He deserved to know what happened - though she almost wasn't sure herself despite witnessing it.

"It ... was a complicated situation, but it would seem you have at last avenged your father and the world is one soul less cruel. On the note of cruelty, it would seem that your childhood caretaker cursed your body with a second soul - with was the source of your headaches, lost memories, and waking up in confusing situations. Apparently that cat doctor owed you a favor and has liberated you of this creature - and the one who cursed you with it has perished, the cat now in possession of the fruit's powers. So you won't be surprised, you should know that the extracted soul was sealed into the body of the life recently taken."

Even explaining this was overwhelming and confusing, the words sounding foreign coming out of her mouth. She felt such remorse for how she treated him after her encounters with Azure. She remembered how angry she was with Hawks for forgetting everything he did - it seemed so convenient and intentionally cruel. She punished him for things he never did and had no way of remembering.


"I'm so sorry for being part of the cruel games what were played upon your mind and body - I didn't know - I was cruel to you for the crimes of another. Even when things seemed off, I went along with it because at some level, I always wanted ... I ... I'm just sorry ... for everything."

"Whoah whoah, what are you talking about?" Hawks stops running and looks at her in disbelief. Rather, he pretty much couldn't understand a thing she told him, nothing seemed to make sense to him. Sure, he had noticed some headache and memory issues, but they were not that dire, were they? Surely must have been accumulated fatigue, he used to think.

Despite that, he aknowledged that this wasn't the place and time to actually talk about it. They needed to be alone, not to mention that they clearly need to go. Althought he couldn't understand why, he was able to make some sense that it had to do with the princess being captured; she was probably escorted away so they had to hunt them down.

"Are you fucking kidding me, you guys are gonna have a talk now?!" Percy snaps, but then grimaces in pain as Ginji squeezed what seemed to be a small box containing what looked like an actual, human heart. "Don't you forget, be a good boy or I will lovely crush that~!"

"We need to talk. Once on the ship, when we settle and organize. Alone." Hawks tells her, and actually pats the spot where the wound was; it wasn't just a random act, or a lewd act too, he had drenched his palm with that healing substance he used earlier when they interrogated Bishop, and thus placed it over her wound. He had no idea what happened to her to cause that, but he knew one thing. Right after telling her he wouldn't let anyone lay a finger on her, and she was already bleeding. And he couldn't forgive himself for that.

Jade ignored Percy - he was free to flap his wings and leave whenever the hell he felt like it and take on any enemy he felt he was ready for - not that Ginji was having any of his sass.  She turns her attention back to Hawks who requested lone conversation with her.  "Of course. Hawks - ..."

She gasped, shivering as the salve was placed upon her chest, the cooling tingling feel of tissues repairing replaced the stinging pain of the wound. She followed them briskly though hidden corridors that lead to a hidden lagoon where their ship had been moved.  A few Talani were just departing the vessel after bringing supplies and additional ammunition for the journey to come.  The resident shipwright had give a final inspection to be sure it was ready for the dangerous travel it was about to pursue.

She passed a Talani who had just delivered a wooden chest to the upper deck - who took her hand shaking it before moving past her with a slight somber nod.  They had to move quickly so they could be gone before anyone noticed.  She kept her eye on the magician, worried that he had not really processed the reality that he had been harboring a second person who had been acting on his behalf.

She took his wrist pulling him into the kitchen area of the ship. Fresh provisions has been freshly delivered and were neatly stacked. "Sorry - I have to get rid of this." She released him and picked up a small towel running water over it she began to remove the blood from her abdomen, avoiding the wound itself for a moment until it felt as though it sealed. After a moment she wiped the remaining blood away. The gash was long and deep but looked better, still being knitted together by the serum left behind. She wouldn't usually be concerned but shouldn't couldn't take the slightest chance. She rinsed the blood away from the towel, knowing her blood was nothing but trouble in the wrong hands. She squeezed fresh water from the towel over her skin for good measure, droplets running over her lean frame.

She then moved closer to the magician, her eyes examining him with worry, finally in a place where she didn't have to actively conceal her concern. "Are you alright? What you did ... such power - it should have broken your bones. What was that? Are you hurt?" Her eyes wandered over him looking for any evidence of injury.

"What a sorry mess ..." Percy complains upon witnessing a specific person abroad the ship weeping and being curled in an embryonic state. It was Brosko, and in between the sobs the statements "they saw her get on board an unauthorized ship" and "I want my darling back". Percy then squeals in agony as Ginji repeated that heart squeeze process. "I didn't even do anything bad! Ah, you will pay for this one day!" Ginji then instructs Percy to steer the wheel, as the ship departs.

"So much smoke ..." Mark comments, as the ship is distancing itself from the land, he could see dark smoke form various parts of the landscape ahead of him. "Worry not, my lovely new friend. Sir Tiberius will handle this himself. We will lovely go for the root of the problem." "Do they have roots too?! Curses, I didn't packed my gardening gear!" Mark deplores, serious, clearly not making any poor jokes, which caused Ginji, of all people, to wonder as to why is everyone an idiot.

And thus, this bunch of people that, for the most part, had little to nothing in common, were leaving Cleyra. Despite having a specific goal that would, hopefully, cause this chaos to seize to exist, no one could shake off this feeling. Felt like, each one, in their own way, was defeated.

Hawks looked around and nodded to her faintly. "We should find a more secure place to talk; am certain you know very well that we do attract idiots that don't understand the concept of privacy .."

Jade could hear the hear of idiots bumbling around the ship and knew Hawks was likely correct. She was still a bit concerned - he never had the slightest desire to be alone with her. Some thing must be terribly wrong - something others didn't need to know about. Did he have more secrets? She gave a slight nod and opened a door to what seemed to be a pantry full of dried goods and cooking spirits.

She moved a bottle of wine vinegar to the side, depressing a hidden switch and using a key before putting the bottle back in place. Pressing lightly on the shelves while activating a floor switch, they move aside on a hidden hind. She pulled the magician inside behind her before closing the disguised door behind them until both activation latch locked in place to secure it behind them.

She slipped in front on him, her feline eyes piercing through the darkness to navigate the dark corridor that lead through the belly of the ship. She pulled one of his hands around her waist, aware that he likely could not see. "Hold on to me - it's very dark. This way."

After a few turns and a small set of stairs two clicks were heard and a sliver of light slowly gave way to a door frame leading to a room. Pulling him inside, she push the door - which was actually a steel bookshelf on hinges behind her, locking it in place.

The room contained several bookshelves, lined with old volumes and various artifacts. Katanas, daggers, broadswords, knives, and scimitars rested on shelves and tables - some polished and sharp - some looked older than the world itself. Her personal quarters looked more like a research library than anything. Her bed looked like it had never been slept in and currently had a large map, on it as her desk was covered in books and a few ancient looking knives.

"I trust my hidden quarters are secluded enough. There is no direct access - everything here must be protected."

Her eyes searched his face with worry. "What's wrong? Are you in pain?"

While a bit of a friendly fire kind of skirmish was occurring on the deck, between Percy, Brosko and Mark, Ginji sat on the side, ignoring them, and pulled out a long, thick cigar. Neglecting the fact that he was smudging himself, he looks over the horizon. "So, we are leaving?" he heard a voice, next to him were the laying, and presumed unconcious Catz and Azure, except that Catz was awake.

"You are awake? That's some impressive durability." Ginji comments, cryptically, there was a complete lack of his usual speech mannerisms. "This place, I swore in my life that I'd protect, and it is now set ablaze. And all I can do to save it is to actually leave its safety to others." he then turns up and glares at Ginji. "Tell me, tall weirdo one, do you have anything to do with what I observed on the blonde's body? Your fruit power surely could account for that." Ginji takes a deep inhale, burning throught most of the cigar. "Get some rest."

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"Oh, am sure they'd be willing to poke a hole throught and sink us all just to be annoying." Hawks comments, it was meant to be said in a joking manner but he was too perplexed and lost to make an efford to make it sound as humor. He then sits down, hand over his chin, looking at nothing actually. "Tell me everything that happened. Last thing I remember is walking out of the cell, looking for you."

She sits facing him on the floor, atop the soft fluffy rug she had fallen asleep on so many times with a book, or a sword, or both ... leave to her to cuddle steel in her sleep.  She looks at the floor almost confused by her own memories of what transpired.

"I was there and I'm still not quite sure.  We were interrogating the prisoner - I poisoned him and the you ... you became something else ... shattering walls and tossing him about like a rag doll - I though he was a haki user but maybe that was bad intel.  I don't know what that was but I've never seen you move like that.  Then it happened again ... you went away - he took you... begging for release and threatening to  take you away forever."

The look in her eyes changed like she was somewhere far away and broken.

"The creature who lived inside of you was somehow able to make you unconscious while he used your body to manipulate and harm anyone you knew by pretending to be a darker version of you... which would only come back to haunt you when you returned. I'm sorry if I was cruel to you. Someone did this to you long ago, it seems.  The cat doctor removed this creature and encased him in another body - the body of your old enemy. If you want more information, I'll tell you but if you'd like to put it behind you I wont mention it.  I'm sorry - this can't make much sense."

She now focused on his face.

"...and now people are being captured, tortured because they're looking for my blood.  They think the talani is the heir they need - they may torture her to death - how many people have to suffer because of me? I don't want to continue to drag everyone into the mess that was made when I was born. You've been thrugh so much - you came to avenge your father and you did - you deserve to rest.  You deserve better than ... this ..."


She knew there was nothing she could say to encourage him to find safer water than the ones that would always surround her cursed self. "You're going to stay, aren't you?"


Her wound finally completely sealed as a final drop of blood rand down her stomach. Glancing down at it, her green eyes narrowed with suspicion. "How long did you say you had this serum ...?"

"All that sounds like a bad dream or a very creative script .. and I've seen a lot of strange and unbelievable things in my life, but this defies them all." he responds, eerily calm, considering the barrage of seemingly impossible bits of information he was given. How could anyone be able to coprehend all of that right on the spot?

But then he recalled his word. This wasn't the time and place. And, if all of that were true, as insane and messed up as they were, she mentioned that, in the end, he was now "purified". So at least that was a good thing. He'd have to cling on that one belief, that he was fine now. Because he had to take care of her first.

"Why, you trying to get rid of me? That's not going to happen, you see." He answers her, then removes a vial. "That? I was just acting. Ginji made it. Althought, as to what he used in this, have no idea so, cannot promise that he didn't do anything awfully terrible."

And, as the voices from above became louder and louder, as if those morons were all of a sudden duking it out to blow off some steam, he leaned forward, hand gently behind her head, and kissed her.

Her hands picked up a blade, toying with it as she still felt guilty that he got dragged into the conflict involving her past even if it tied into his own.  "Rid of you? - No I just meant ..."

Her words were cut off as his lips met hers - her body going almost limp in surprise as the sword slipped from her hand falling almost in slow motion, the soft clang of metal echoing as it hit the floor sending sparks around her feet.  The shock of it causing her to bump into a shelf where one of her containers of water samples from the area spilled, over her - causing the dye to begin to fade from her hair. A soft whisper escaped her lips. "Hawks ..?"

Her green eyes still glistening with shock appeared even greener near her silver hair.  Was this what he wanted to talk about or another one of Ginji's cruel tricks?  She had to know - "Is this really you?"  She place a hand on his cheek, her thumb lightly tracing his lower lip.  Part of her knew she couldn't handle another trick, or trap - she wasn't fit to be toyed with - the risk was high but she didn't care. She leaned in kissing him slowly almost as if afraid that he would turn on her again at any moment, her hands behind her back allowing him to squirm away as usual - but something in his eyes made her reckless.

Against her better judgement, she trusted him completely even if it would burn her in the end. Timid fingers traced up his arms until they found the collar of his shirt - suddenly charged with boldness she griped the collar tightly pulling him close as she begins to kiss him with rising aggression as her eyes close.  A single claw traces slowly down the front of his shirt breaking each button cool fingers run up his side as the shirt flutters open. When her eyes open again, the look of hesitance and fear had been replaced with a look of insatiable hunger.

A smirk formed when that water fell on her, revealing once again her natural hair color. "You know, for a fearless and fiesty warrior of the sea, you can be quite clumsy ..." letting her finish discarding his tunic -or rather, the buttons holding it in one place- the way she knew, and certain that she'd at the very least phase for a split second, possibly to give a comeback to that statement, he moved forward and repeated the kiss process.

His hands, moving on her cheek, then slowly begun to slide across her neck, shoulders, and carry away her own garment down along with their path. Then, he lifted her in his embrace, and pushed her over her bed; well, more precisely, atop the map that was unfolded on top of said bed. "Is this map very necessary to you?" he teases, then leans forward to kiss her neck, pressing himself closer and closer to her.

Silver stands of hair still dripped water than ran down her body, catching the golden light of the nearby fireplace, causing her skin to shimmer in the dancing light. She gazed up at him, indignant when he remarked about her clumsiness - he wasn't wrong. She opened her mouth to protest - but before she could utter a word, his lips were on hers to silence her.  Ever defiant, she kissed him more deeply as a form of competitive protest, her abdomen pressing against his.

She didn't remember crossing the room only fingertips like fire sliding across her skin. She gasped as she felt herself lifted for a moment.  A moment later she felt the familiar feeling of parchment under her. Recognizing her map - she had worked on for so many years - careful charting, painting, verifying, crinkled under her as he leaned closer. Instead of being angry - something about the map's presence was exciting and only made her crave more. "Necessary, aye..."

Her lips lightly drag along his shoulder until she reaches the side of his neck where a kiss is placed as her cool, damp silver hair brushes against his skin.  Warm breath dances against his neck as she whispers. "It seems to have finally lead me to treasure..." She nips at his earlobe with only her lips before running a string of kisses along his jaw line - avoiding his lips and moving to the other side before finally realizing she was likely torturing herself more than him. Her lips found his again, more heated feral and demanding this time as fingertips insistently tugged him closer.

"That's one reliable map then ... hopefully it doesn't get too wet by the end of this." He grins, then removes his upper garment while keeping his lips busy connected to hers. Maybe it was from the first moment they met, maybe it developed over time, but he felt there was always some attraction between them. Some tension. Some vigor.

His hand is traveling across her silky skin, travelling from her hip down across her leg. Scattered across her well-endowed, trained, slender physique, were some signs of scarring. After all, she was a ferocious warrior of the seas, she was bound to have prizes from said adventures, even with her healing powers hidding the majority. But that only made her look more desirable, more .. wild. To tame the beast. Now that'd be an interesting quest.

As his shirt was removed, her hand snaked up his chest, taking in every cut and scrape - even some she had a memory of healing herself.  It had always been a dangerous game, getting close to him - 'to help him' - knowing there was a less invasive way to access her power - she just never really wanted to. After everything they had been through, after the recent battles against enemies and between themselves, and finally finding trust - something was different now. There was nothing left to hide - but there was still an almost competitive tension between them, heightened as they teased each other to escalate - but really, they always had.

Their last encounter of pretending to mean nothing to each other - peppered with taunting threats with hidden meaning and intentional taunts - was like a delicious food in front of her that she could not have ... who knows what kind of beast that temptation ans starvation made out of her. She shivered as his hands traced the length of her legs. Her back arched slightly she gasped as something poked her.

She quickly flipped him over, landing atop him, one hand place behind his head while the other carefully reaches under the map. She slowly pulled a small dagger from under the map - looking a bit ashamed as she noted the tiny bit of her own blood on the tip. "I thought I lost this..."  Shrugging she tucked it into the waist of her small white skirt.

She crawled over his bare abdomen, her soft hair gently trailing over his bare skin as her lips dragging from his hips to his neck.  With a hand on both shoulders, pinning him, she straddles his hips and then pulls him up slowly so she was straddling his lap facing him. The sharp blade tucked into her skirt crated a slight tear in her skirt from her movements - and its integrity would likely not survive if the blade was removed. She glanced down at her hip and gave him a look of pure innocence while biting her lower lip.  "Oops?" This was why she always wore a metal belt.

"You and blades ... In a way that's adorable. But, we aren't here to be adorable." She seemed to be under the impression that she would be the leader, the one keeping the pace, into this ... "exchange". Although it was true that he wouldn't mind being below her. Just ... In different ways.

He decided to let her remain on top of him, at least in position, he thought he might as well let her maintain that illusion; surprises are always more entertaining. "That blade looks just as eager to devoid you of your garments as I am." He comments with a smirk, and then proceeds to carefully get a hold on, and then tear apart her skirt. He then pressed his torso against her, travelling across her neck with his lips, while one of his hands found its way and cupped one of her ample breasts.

"Adorable?" She narrowed her eyes a bit, her fingers raking roughly though his hair.  "Blades are allies, not pets ... but do tell - Hawks - what are we here to be? What did you want to talk about?" She raised a brow at his next remark about her blade's damage to her clothing - she smirked believing him to just be bluffing to tease her. "Jealous?"  A moment later a sharp rip shattered the silence. She gasped as she was left with nothing but the thigh sheath, high up her right thigh, bearing a small dagger and a gold cuff around her right arm.

Her chest rose with her rapid breathing due to the shock.  Her lips parted as if to speak but all that came out as a soft sih as his hands began to further explored her body - a murmur escapes softly "... damn you." For once, unable to muster a smartass comment and finding his snark too much to resist her lips found his with renewed vigor one hand sliding over his shoulder while its naughtier twin, still holding that stray dagger, began slicing at his waistband, carefully avoiding his skin. "Eager indeed," she whispered against his lips - the dagger slipped from her fingers, falling nearby as both of her hands cradled his face, kissing him more hungrily, aggressively ... suggestively..

She wasn't giving in, still a feral, wild beast, seeking to devoid him. Now that'd be a good way to "go", he thought to himself. Making jokes in his own mind, clearly he was in high spirits. But it was about time to give the beast a taste of her medicine. And then some more.

"We are not here to talk. We can do that tomorrow instead. Any objections?" He lifts her, holding her pressed on himself, then lays her on her back and gets on top of her. Her toying around with the knife had caused his lower garments to be too relaxed to stay on him, so they fell to his sides. Perfect. "Now, if you excuse me dear, hold on tight; am about to do some pushing."

Her arms loop around his neck as he picked her up. She half expected him to deposit her on the floor and end this this escalating situation - after all these years she was accustomed to his teasing. To her surprise her beloved map met with her bare skin, the parchment shifting under her, cradling the delicate curve of her spine. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, luxuriating in the scent of parchment, steel, and ... pirate.

When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see him above her. He had been so determined, not the awkward, skittish thing he hand been. Did their recent experiences change him that much or did he have a thing for silver hair ... or royalty? It didn't matter - she felt reckless and could not deny to herself that she always kind of wanted him - always kind of wanted this. Years of teasing and lying to herself only made the desire stronger. Sher fingertips ran down his spine as she stared up at him, her lips quirked into a mischievous smirk and she pulled him tightly against her to whisper against his cheek, "...pirate."

She was playful. Teasing. Mischievous. Perfect. For he wanted her to be all that, and he wanted himself to be the one on the role of the wild beast this time around. And the beast was not going to you around any further. Like a blazing leopard would sink those deadly fangs into their helpless victim's neck, he was going to give her the chills of her life.

"My queen." He returns a title to het too, after all, at the end of the day, this wasn't a hunt for the kill; rather, the mutual pleasure. Before giving her time to try and utter anything clever about calling her in such a way, he rushed forward; them becoming one. It felt even better than he could possibly ever consider or imagine it would.

She was still surprised commanding boldness - she was accustomed to being the predatory one - the trouble maker. He wasn't giving her any room for her games and nonsense - which only made her crave him more. The look in his eyes was determined and pierced her soul. Queen? - Was that really it? - did he have a thing for royalty? She didn't care - he knew what she was and didn't hate her for it - the thing always hated most about herself. The way he said it even sounded kind and adoring.

She kissed him very softly in response, the aggression gone from her kiss. A moment later, she gasped, eyes widening, her breath taken away as her back arched, covered and chills. He certainly was not bluffing this time. Her chest pressed tightly against his as she whispered "yess..." Her fingernails raked slowly down his back, before her leg came up to wrap elegantly around him encouraging deeper conversation. A fingertip ran gently under his chin a she murmured, low and barely audibly against lips "... my love." She kissed him firmly, the fire returning and she softly and playfully nipped at his lower lip. The map shifted and crinkled under them, the dagger fell ceremoniously to the floor unnoticed, she could focus on nothing but the pleasure of it all - she didn't even care that she wasn't the hunter - for the moment she only wanted more.

Everyone above was beat up, tired, steam-free, and sleeping across various parts of the deck. Outside Catz who, ironically considering he was the most injured, was the only one to remain awake, taking the role of the wheelsman. The night sky was clear, not a sigh of clouding, and the lack of nearby lights to obstruct the spectable above, resulted in a beautiful display of starlights decorating the entire field of view. They were already quite far away; this ship was remarkably fast. Delighted with the gift of such a beautiful view, Catz begun humming to himself. "Farewell to the harbor, To my old hometown, lets all sing out with a Don! As the ship sets sail, waves of gold and silver dissolve to salty spray, as we all set sail to the ends of the sea ..."

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Meanwhile, below the decks, back into that hidden room, those two were traveling all across the world. After all, this was a large map, containing so much. And they traveled every single island on it. Some islands were sailed across smoothly, gently, fervidly. Others shiftly, aggressively, roughly. And others with delight, intoxication, and deep observation and exploration. Which could be said about the map that was her body. But, thankfully for them, there seemed to be yet another map laying closeby, right on the wall across the room. Wonderful, why not explore the world some more over there? An exploration not devoid of a lot of moaning and kissing sounds, let along a copious amount of hand touring across electrized skins. "Ha .. maps .. never knew they were this interesting and fun to devote time to .. uh."  Pressing her against the map attached on the wooden wall, with his arms around her for support, lips locked, and the vigor of an adventurer; always going forward, always thrusting his way in. To the ends of the sea.

All of those years of toying, taunting, teasing - finally lead to this moment - every piece of pent up frustration locked away whenever she chose to behave was unleashed like a savage beast breaking free and setting upon its tormentors. His enthusiasm indicated he had been holding back for some time as well. Every moment was ecstasy as savage claws tore into skin, carried away in the pleasure of it all before her mouth slowly attended to the jagged cuts, healing them carefully. Small blood spatters made their way to the map near islands of more enthused lingering. Maybe she would leave one cut behind as a memento.

She didn't quite remember moving, her body entwined with his as her mouth was occupied with those lips that had teased and vexed her for years - making sure to taste them completely, making up for lost time. "Maps are paramount - you should have asked - they can show you the world, danger... adventure... treasure ... conquest..." She ran a fingertip over his lips before kissing him deeply. She gasped as she felt a hard surface behind her - another of her maps slated for punishment and deep exploration as she was slammed into the wall. Her look in her eyes was equal parts surprised, impressed, and provocative. Her legs wrapped around his hips, fingertips pressing into his well-toned back insistently between encouraging gasps and sighs. She leveled a mischievous and challenging gaze at him before lightly biting his neck, claws raking his sides, encouraging rougher treatment - her feral nature now out in force. She was battle hardened and did not require delicate handling and could certainly withstand heavy gauge artillery. The map shifted behind them as a savage battle at sea ravaged its shores.

"Speaking of conquest ..." He lowered her down and turned her, so that she'd face the wall that was currently under exploration. He softly bites her earlobe, murmuring "Time to get serious."

Then he positions his hands across her lower back, her upper part of torso now glued on the map, her breasts hilariously pressed against a large "x" mark on the old script. And gave her what could be described as "rough love". Up to this point, whether she deemed tame or wild, was just warming up. It was time to really rock her world and mind. Literally rock. About time she ends up dazzled and breathless for a change.

She didn't know she needed a favourite wall but she had one now - each time her back slammed into the wall was rough, glorious perfection, the noises escaping her lips growing more insistent. The percussive collisions grew so strong as her back her back impacted the wall that it nearly took her breath away - much to her delight - she never wanted to leave that wall. She looked almost as her heart would break when he put her down - was he tired already? "Mmm ... don't stop ... "

She cried out in surprise as he roughly and abruptly spun her around and pressed her against the wall from the other direction, shivering as he nipped are her ear, his words and hot breath against her skin giving her chills as he began again... Her hands pressed against the map beginning to crinkle it in her grip as she braced against the impact, curvatures of land masses imprinting onto her own curves as her back arched, his finger tips sinking into her lower back and hips leaving bruises that wouldn't heal for days. For possibly the first time in her life she was speechless - pleasantly surprised by this unexpected, deliciously feral aggression from her usually mild mannered companion - every impact was a perfect wave of chaos she never could have imagined.  She was almost angry with him for hiding these ... talents for so long.

She managed to turn around at some point, her wilder nature getting the better of her - offering a coy smirk before using her catlike speed and strength to turn him around so now his back was roughly sent against the wall. One booted leg came up higher and higher until she was in a standing split, her right foot over his left shoulder pinning him to the wall with her extreme flexibility. She whispers playfully - "How serious ...?" Despite her aggression - she was perfectly happy being pinned against the wall - this rare forcefulness from him was somehow more exciting than even the exhilarating rush of pursuing prey - she was most definitely intentionally provoking him into being the predator this time.

"Oh my, cats are flexible beings after all." The blonde states with conviction. At least, his tone was such that it implied complete confidence, but a nudge was starting to tickle his mind. He had always suspected that such ferocious tamperament would equate to a wild and fiesty carnal embrace, if provoked, but even with that in mind to be prepared for, she was indeed really ... savage. Maybe even he couldn't fully satisfy that feral beast.

But no, now that couldn't be right. Of course he could deal with this. And then some more. He wanted that for years, and thus there would be no allowance for him to become anything less than the predator into this exchange. Thus, one hand locked itself onto the flesh of her now raised thigh, the second hand secured onto her hip, and his lips releasing his hot steamy breath in close proximity to her lips, as the action of drilling resumed, with equal if not amplified vigor and tempo.