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achoshistor · 11 months

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[totk] alternate dimension???

HAHA ok i simply can't go without writing this down but this time i will try my best to omit all spelling errors to preserve readability... tbh i wouldnt read this if you havent finished the geoglyphs

[spoilers!!]

ok im gonna be honest i've only finished botw and totk so this is gonna be moreso why the alternate timeline from botw is plausible in comparison to the actual placement of the timeline bc thats too much thinking and its been like a million bajillion years since i read the historia.

ok so firstly zelda doing different things in the past is def why the line would have changed from botw to totk but why was zelda the one who went back in time?? In botw the divine beasts are literally analogous to the current sages which is basically

vah rudania/daruk = yunobo

vah naboris/urbosa = riju

vah ruta/mipha = sidon

vah medoh/revali = tulin

that covers all four but what about link?? link gets his own divine beast (master cycle) too so why is zelda the sage and not link?? besides i heard this mentioned somewhere else (i forgot where) but link has the ability to literally slow down time when hes drawing his bow or looking through the scope and he can pause time with the menu but idk if thats actually canon LOL. either way link can also control time like zelda. But speaking of divine beasts the 4 helms can be found in totk as well but the item descriptions call them zonai while the general look of the pieces is clearly sheikha which is weird cuz whaaaat?? also idk maybe nintendo just wanted a way to explain amiibo gear but this just suggests that the divine beasts themsleves are also zonai of some sort. Ik people are saying they dont mention the divine beasts at all but impa and i think like one or two other npcs mention them meaning they are still here but zonai somehow which doesnt make sense in the context of botw.

also aside from the divine beasts theres some other things of note too: firstly, your house in hateno which zelda STOLE 😭😭liek man i paid good money for that sign... 3000 rs.... this is p minor but why would she just take the sign away unless it wasnt already there?? I mean ok maybe link wanted to live with her

[zora arc spoilers]

anyways point two about yona... tbh i thought she was ganondorfs spy or something at first because she came out of nowhere... im assuming she's muzu's daughter but we saw no sign at all of her in botw... maybe the devs hated sidlink that much lolol. In all seriousness tbh her appearance does seem to point to a shift in the events of 100 years ago unless she's not from hyrule which seems unlikley seeing that sidon grew up in zora's domain according to the botw dlc.

[zora spoilers over]

ok last thing... the bottomless swamp is gone!!

like whaaat theres a pond there now

I'm like 99% sure this is just because they needed a body of water that you can drop into safely but its also the only pond on ground thats actually got the lily pads from the sky in it which is interesting. I don't think they added any other new bodies of water aside from this though. Lorewise though it makes no sense at all that they removed that whole giant skeleton from here in a few years and even if they did iirc the ground around it was crackly and dry. Lanaryu/Zorana used to all be a desert and they said it took hundreds of years for it to become fertile so its kind of nonsensical that this area would only take a little while...

overall i think this is probably just nintendo trying to make it so that totk can be standalone but man it cant be that hard to write coherent lore

#totk theory #botw totk theory #tears of the kingdom #totk spoilers #zelda #the legend of zelda #botw totk

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all-things-fluff-and-stuff · 11 months

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Fanfiction for ROTTMNT (2018)

Tl; Dr: I have way too many ideas all of a sudden and I don't know what to do with it, lmao.

—Fanfic recommendation (When Worlds Collide, the fic is indented and a summary is included): a Leochi fic (notable tags: angst and hurt/ comfort, friends to lovers)

—Also some wonderings I have for ROTTMNT since it relates to the ideas I have for my fic

I've been wanting to write a fanfiction for a long time now about the boys, but I didn't want to write an OC centered fic, simply because I know it would be hard for me to write about the boys in balance of my OC (it would get to "Why didn't I just write my own story?" very quickly).

Then when I read this fic:

When Worlds Collide (41362 words) by celestiangel Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018), Samurai Rabbit: The Usagi Chronicles (Cartoon) Usagi is given a simple task by Baron Draxum. Spy on the four Hamato siblings for him, gather information, feed it all back to Draxum. The only draw? Usagi has to pretend to fall in love with Leonardo. Chaos ensues.

(FWI: The fic already has so much pain. Leo fallin' hard and fast, despite warnings from his brother இ௰இ )

I thought it would be a fun idea for the turtles to visit Japan and meet Usagi and Co. from Samurai Rabbit: The Usagi Chronicles. Then from there came a spiral of other ideas that went through my brain. I thought of so many ways for the boys go to Japan, who's going with them and why, maybe the boys have cloaking brooches and went on a field trip with April, or they won a trip to the Jupitar Jim convention in Japan.

I'm not sure if Splints would find it a good opportunity or not about having the turtles be in their families culture or not. I would imagine after season 1 he would be?

I'm also wondering about the cloaking brooches. Like, once April and the turtles found out about it, why didn't they start using it? I saw some ideas from fans, but I dunno. I think Splints has body dysphoria, so wouldn't it be better if he got one, if anything? Also also, wouldn't be good for the boys to go to school and make friends? Or is there a school for Yokai kids in the Hidden City? Why don't the boys hang out there more often and make Yokai friends?

Also also also, we couldn't get much info on the high council from when we heard about them at some point (I don't remember). I'm very curious to how the Hidden City works, and if there's one in New York, I'm betting it's in Japan, too. Maybe these hidden places are underneath major cities, so in Japan's case, it would be under Tokyo?

(Apparently the town where Samurai Rabbit takes place is called Neo-Edo?)

Anyways, there's a lot of planning and world building to do, wish me luck :)

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creepswrites · 2 years

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Protection (Vincent Sinclair x Reader)

Again with me writing very self-indulgent things. I hope you enjoy this at least! I've been meaning to write for Vinny for a hot minute anyways...

Vincent Sinclair x gn!Reader

Summary: Settling into life in Ambrose was easier than you had anticipated. You'd grown close with Vincent Sinclair, bonding over art together. Things were going very smoothly until a rowdy group of victims wandered into the brothers grasps and found you before Vincent could. (Warning: violence, deaths of minor characters)

Brushing your hair behind your ear, you sighed to yourself in the mirror. Since moving to Ambrose, you hadn't been able to get a proper haircut. As fond as you were of the Sinclair brothers, you had seen once before how Lester cut Bo's hair and you were suddenly aware of why exactly Vincent kept his hair long. Lester was probably more of a hazard with scissors when they weren't being used to kill someone. It was almost impressive.

So, your hair was longer than you were used to. Brushing past your ears and brushing your shoulders now.

Seems the masked man spying on you from the doorway to the bathroom seemed to like it at least. Vincent loitered within your line of sight in the mirror, watching you through the dark eyeholes of his mask. With the cloudy day out and no lights on in the house, he seemed scarier than he was.

But you knew Vincent. He'd been scary at first, terrorizing the friends who'd left you to die to let them escape in the car. They hadn't known Bo had slashed their tires and allowed the twins to pick them off one by one. Leaving you: their lone survivor. But rather than kill you, Vincent had wanted to keep you alive. While Bo had been harder to convince, one plate of your garlic bread and he was persuaded.

So, here you'd stayed. Under Vincent's protection, mainly, though Bo and Lester had grown fond of you during your time in Ambrose. You helped them take care of the town, keep it looking alive despite how very not-alive it was.

Vincent helped make it pretty, in his own way, you thought.

"Hey Vince," you said softly at the mirror, watching him watch you in the mirror, "what's up?"

Vincent gestured over his shoulder. "People passing through. Stay in the basement until we are done." He signed slowly so you could read. You were still learning sign but you'd slowly gotten the hang of most words.

"Bo wants me to start helping, y'know," you called to him as he turned to leave, stopping him in his tracks. "Wants to show me how to shoot so I can help." You felt a bit anxious saying it aloud. While you knew it was only a matter of time before the eldest Sinclair put you to work helping them get new... subjects for the wax figures, it still felt odd to consider yourself part of the whole thing. Planting fake plants, keeping house, and playing peacemaker between the brothers was easy, let you live in your little fantasy. But the idea of actually participating was... daunting to say the least.

The taller man turned slowly to you, his good eye surveying your face. Maybe he saw the terror in your eyes before signing, "Not letting him. You're important."

You snorted. "Important? Vince, I grow fake flowers, I doubt that's really important.

He shook his head, insistent, and stepped more into the bathroom, closer to you. "Important to me." Now that certainly made you pause. "Go downstairs. Please."

Swallowing, you nodded as he left the room. You heard the front door to the Sinclair house open and close in quick succession. Vincent was likely headed to loiter around the House of Wax, try and separate the group quickly. Straight to business, you chuckled to yourself as you made your way down the stairs to Vincent's basement. Much warmer than the dark, cold bathroom, it was a wonder Vincent could stand wearing so many layers.

You settled on Vincent's bed and picked up one of the sketchbooks he'd given you. When you'd first been made a citizen of Ambrose, Vincent tried to connect with you via art, encouraging you to draw and create in a similar fashion to him. You'd taken to it easily enough. Nothing you made was ever as great as his stuff, you thought, but you were proud of it. Though the masked brother seemed to adore anything you created.

Settling comfortably, you picked up a sharp pencil and went back to work on a sketch you'd been working on before needing to get lunch and use the bathroom, where you'd noticed your hair.

Typically the brothers took care of visitors to Ambrose quickly and Vincent would be in and out of the workshop. You should have noticed something was very wrong when he wasn't back after half an hour...

Setting the book down to crack your fingers, you took note of the empty workshop. Odd, you thought. Standing slowly, you wondered if Bo had gotten shot with a crossbow again. You snorted at the memory as you crept up the stairs. Or maybe there was no visitors and Vincent had mistaken Lester's car? Got wrapped up in something like he usually did. You smiled fondly as you recalled how focused the masked man could be when he was really invested in a project. How he didn't see or hear anything beyond the wax he molded once he was into it.

Pushing open the trapdoor and poking your head out, you were met with a dark, still house. The sun had long since set and you wondered how long you'd really been down there for...

Then, just as you shut the door with a soft thud, you heard the front door swing open.

"Hey!" A stranger stared at you with wide, panicked eyes. Judging by the panic in his eyes and the blood staining his jeans and white shirt, he was one of the victims. Must be on the run from Bo, if the fact he was still alive was anything to go by.

Bo always did love a good hunt.

"A-are you one of them? O-or did you get c-caught too?" He stuttered, running his hand through smooth, short brown hair. You swallowed, struggling to find the words to explain yourself.

"I'm- I- Uh-" Thankfully you didn't have to say much as a girl with bright, neon green hair and an undercut pushed her way into the house after the boy. A large gash stretched across her cheek to the bridge of her nose and she had a limp. The puncture wound looked like Vincent's knives.

"Aw hell Jakey, leave em alone. Chances are they're as freaked out as we are. Maybe they just escaped those freaks too." She slurred, limping her way to the couch to sit. "Name's Paige, thats Jake. We, uh, got caught by the mechanic guy. Thought we could take him till he fucking shot Aaron in the-"

"With a gun or a crossbow?" You interrupted, earning a strange stare.

"Crossbow... why?" Jake asked. You swallowed before shuffling over.

"Umm... he shot my friends with a shotgun. Was just wondering, since I didn't hear it." You mumbled, fidgeting with your hands. Times like this made you wish the Sinclairs believed in radios.

Paige gave you a pained smile. "Aaron got shot, we can't find Kelsey and Leslie... this whole place seems like a deathtrap." Oh she didn't know how right she was.

"Does the phone work?" Aaron asked, checking through the curtains for Bo and Vincent. You shook your head quickly.

"It's, um, why I haven't been able to call for help," you lied, softening your voice to sound more helpless, "I've been stuck in their basement for a long time..." You sniffed, shifting from foot to foot. If you could just stall long enough, they might notice where these two had run off to.

Your mind flashed to the light switches in the basement that you could use to call them... but you didn't want to risk these two damaging any of Vincent's things. You'd just have to hold out.

God, if you didn't get killed you were going to make them carry phones...

"What's your name?" Jake asked, which you answered hesitantly. He gave a slow nod before looking out the window and panicking. "Mask dude is coming, hide!" He whisper-yelled before grabbing you and Paige by the arm and hauling ass out the back door and to the backyard. You heard Vincent open the door just as you were yanked out with a swift yelp, Paige and Jake practically yanking you down the street.

"C'mon, cmon, theres gotta be somewhere in this town we can hide!" Jake called into the night sky. Your heart stuttered for a moment, empathizing with them. They were just two people fighting for their lives. They didn't know what you did, didn't have the brothers protection. Weren't even aware they were prey.

At least, not until an arrow lodged into Jake's shoulder, pulling a scream from his throat and a cry from Paige. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Vincent standing at the back of the house wielding a crossbow.

You didn't have to see his eyes to know he was pissed.

Marching towards the three of you, you panicked. Did he think you were trying to escape? Was this where he killed you?!

Instead, Paige saw the look in your eye and saw Vincent's focus entirely on you and seemed to connect the dots. Pulling out a small knife from her pocket, she held it to your throat. "Stop right where you are!" She called to Vincent, who did freeze. "C-come one more step and I'll paint the roads red!" Your heart froze at the words and you stared at Vincent with terror in your eyes.

Jake looked pained and confused before Paige spoke to him. "This one's their bait. We can use em to bargain... might even get out," her voice was hushed as she spoke, eyes still on Vincent. "If you let us leave," she called to him after a moment, "we won't hurt your little honeytrap here!"

You knew better than to struggle at this point, the knifepoint too close to your throat for comfort.

Vincent nodded to the two of them slowly, signing just as slow. "Bo coming. Stay calm." Seems your two captives didn't understand sign enough to know what he was saying, which you were momentarily grateful for. Though a pathetic part of you found it sweet Vincent was trying to reassure you, likely knowing how freaked out you were.

Paige walked backwards through Ambrose, heading towards the edge of town, keeping her eyes on Vincent. Jake was struggling behind her and kept wincing in pain when his shoulder moved, the arrow still lodged in. Vincent followed close, not letting you out of his sight. If Paige thought he was too close, she'd hold the knife to your neck tighter and make you tell Vincent to stop.

It was horrible.

And you'd watched your friends die before.

The closer you got to the edge of town, the more your eyes were scanning for Bo. If he was coming, you wanted to know which way to run at least. But as you came to the end, you still hadn't seen him. Vincent seemed calm though. Or perhaps he was simply faking it for you.

Paige motioned for Jake to get in their car as she walked you backwards towards it, tightening the grip on her knife. As soon as Jake opened the driver side door and Paige was close by, she kicked you hard in the back away from her before hopping into the car and slamming the door behind her.

You didn't even spare her a glance as you ran straight into Vincent's arms, who held you tightly, one arm around your waist and the other hand tight in your hair. He was mumbling incoherently but you could tell from the tone he was relieved you were okay.

The real surprise came when the car blew up, a quick but powerful burst of fire and glass as Vincent turned to take the brunt of the impact and keep you safe.

Seems Bo had rigged the car to blow as soon as the engine started. Just in the nick of time. Bo pulled the two of them out of the wreckage, Vincent still needed his art supplies after all.

Hauling the two bodies to his truck, Bo let you and Vincent climb in for the drive up to the house, the masked brother not letting go of your hand for even a moment. As soon as the car stopped, you were headed directly to the house, Vincent on your heels. Bo could unpack the bodies, he knew what to do. In the meantime, Vincent herded you downstairs to his workshop, breathing heavily all the way.

In the light of his shop, you took in his appearance. Hair a bit messier, his eye wide and frantic with the adrenaline, and his hands and overalls stained with fresh blood. He paced the room anxiously, gesturing wildly to himself. "I'm sorry," you finally choked out, causing him to look up at you. "I know you told me to stay but... you hadn't come back, I was worried. I wanted to go looking for you."

The long haired man stared at you for a moment before signing. "I protect you." It was plain but effective. It made your heart hurt. "Don't worry about me."

"But who will protect you? Bo? What if you're both hurt and Lester's not here! What if they'd had guns instead of a knife and really hurt you! What if-" You were cut off by Vincent pulling you to his chest in a hug, letting him tangle his hand in your hair again as he pressed his forehead to your temple with a soft inhale.

You wrapped your arms around him and just stood there with him for a bit, listening to the soft crackling fire heating the wax Vincent would use for his latest figures.

Speaking of figures, "You two done?" Bo's voice cut through, "Or can I just leave these somewhere so I'm not standin' around?" He raised an eyebrow at Vincent, who shot him a look. "Hey, don't gimme that shit, ain't my fault it takes 'em nearly dyin' for you to realize you-" Bo was quickly shut up by Vincent roughly pushing him towards the stairs. "Alright, alright- quit pushin'!" You heard Bo's voice echo as he vanished down the tunnel towards the stairs.

As your protector shuffled back into the room, head hung in embarrassment, you giggled to yourself. "Alright Vince, how about a deal then," you cooed to him as he lifted his head, tilting it curiously. "I'll let you protect me, buuuut" you drawled, stepping closer and closer towards the taller Sinclair until you were right up to him. "You have to let me protect you sometimes."

He looked ready to protest till you leaned up and kissed his masked cheek, blushing when you watched him reach up to touch his face with the tips of his fingers. "Deal?" You asked him softly and got a gentle nod in response.

Vincent would make quick work to kiss the smug look off your face right then and there.

#🔪 creeps writes #creeps writes sfw #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #its minor but its there #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax #slasher fanfiction

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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A/N bbs we are on day 4 of Kitten's Valentine's Day event! Enjoy the little picture I made and the fic I whipped up (was gonna do some Todoroki comfort but....🌶🌶 happened instead) NSFW BBS

Sweat beads down the nape of your neck, causing your hair to become damp as it clings to your heated skin. Glitter dances in the low light of flashing lights. Music blares loudly as you and the rest of the sweating bodieds sway to the beat that slowly crescendos.

When the beat drops you catch blue eyes that send shivers down your spine despite the burning intensity of their gaze.

Unbeknownst to you his gaze has been glued to you since he first spotted you, wearing a small black and extremely short jumper that exposes your sternum.

Normally he would fantasize about crushing a sternum, of hearing the satisfying crunch echo back to him followed shortly by a sharp gasp.

But yours, donned in nothing but winking blue glitter drives him mad as he thinks of drawing a different kind of sharp gasp from your kissable mouth.

Of his own tracing down it agonizly slow until he runs into the fabric.

His next thought is what he would do once he runs into that constrictive material.

He smirks as he knows he will burn it to ash beneath his hungry blue flames.

"Are you thinking of slicing someone up?" A familiar giggle interrupts his thoughts but his gaze does not waver, holding into your body like a prayer.

The blonde licks her knife as she looks over the crowd before leaning against a toned arm.

The dark haired man leans further back into the plush bench, long legs resting atop a low table littered with empty bags, bottles, and obscene amounts of cash.

You notice the blonde who giggles, curling herself against him and even whispering into his ear. He leans closer to the blonde but keeps his gaze on you.

For some reason you feel as if you're under the influence of more than booze.

You feel as if you're under the suggestion of a quirk. For whatever reason you cannot look away, as if a lamb staring in the face of a haughty wolf.

His eyes glimmer, smile widening as if he could read your thoughts. You swallow thickly, never sure what entrapment feels like considering you've always been powerless.

"Whose that?" You yell over the music to your friend, she squints before spying the hungry wolf. She makes an obvious face before shouting back.

"He is the woman eater I've been telling you about. Has a new girl each month. Just ignore him."

You turn to give him your back just in case, now hyper aware of his lingering eyes. Feeling their weight even this far away. The song sways your mood, asking you to forget him as the hours pass on.

As he watches he wonders when you'll leave? Will it be at last call or long after?

But what he doesn't know is that while he's looking you're not going home.

You lose yourself to the music, forgetting about him for a few moments before you glance up, just happening to catch his eyes again as he shamelessly stares. Bodies pass between the two of you, suddenly you've lost him before you spy the back of his head ducking through a back door.

Curiosity gets the better of you as you push through the drunken and high crowd towards the door you just barely saw him slip through.

Two guards stand in the way between you and the mesmerizing pair of eyes that you still feel on your skin. You shudder from the thought before a guard puts out a meaty arm to block the door.

"Restroom is that way." The other says gruffly pointing to the opposite end of the building. As a lie begins to form on your tongue a slender arm is slipped through yours.

"She's with me boys." A sugary voice purrs as a blonde head presses against your exposed arm. Both guards look visibly disturbed as they look at the woman who clings to you. The same one who clung to the blue eyed man. You swallow thickly as you stare into her face, noticing her ever flushed cheeks, golden eyes half mast as they glitter with manic glee even in the low light.

You especially notice the belt of a blades of several different sizes with hilts all decorated differently snugly wrapped around her slim waist. Briefly you question her age as she wears a school uniform but quickly you realize that there is a kink for it.

You smile politely if not awkwardly as the guards part their arms, allowing the odd duo to enter.

She slips from your arm, wrapping delicately strong arms around your torso, a knife now resting against your throat as she sing songs into your ear.

"Not everything you seek is good for you." She giggles, she pushes the knife with enough pressure and accuracy that a single drop of blood wets her blade before she pulls it away slightly to examine it. You watch her cheeks flush in the mirror of the blade as her eyes flutter from the sight.

From the small copper tang smell.

Your breath hitches, body frozen beneath her touch as she admires her work. The image of cold iron plunging into your throat, tearing apart your flesh with white hot swipes has your throat closing up while your heart free falls into your twisting stomach. Still you make no move to break free before she jerks her wrist in front of you causing you to both flinch and clench your eyes tightly shut.

When the kiss of her blade does not come you peek with one eye, vision slightly blurred as tears threaten to fall.

She points with her knife giving you a small shove, your hand automatically flies to your throat. Small beads of crimson dot your shaking fingers before the bleeding slows to a stop.

"He's that way. And if he doesn't choose to keep you. You'll be all mine." Another manic giggle before she let's her tongue slide up the length of steel grabbing every molecule of blood that she can. She shudders from pleasure, toes turning inward as she savors your life force.

"Oh how I hope he doesn't pick you...." She coos as you take a few steps back before turning to sprint.

Ragged breaths have your hands grabbing onto the nearest door knob before you slip into a darkened room. You stare through the small window, back to the room as you wait for her to pass by.

Once you realize she is not going to give chance you stop to catch your breath. Hands on your knees as you replay the most horrific moment you've encountered thus far.

Of her pink tongue lapping at the blood on the blade.

Lapping at *your* blood. Fingers press into your throat as you try to even your breathing. You pull your hand away for your digits to come clean easing a bit of your pain.

"My my, what is the little lamb doing in the Lion's den?" You shudder at the voice behind you, knowing exactly who it belongs to despite having never heard it.

He wastes no time, hands on your hips, pressing your toned ass against him as his tongue laps up the lingering droplets of blood from your encounter moments ago.

A gasp escapes your lips, head swirling as you feel him harden against you. The bass just barely reaches the two of you in the small room, lit only by the light from the hall and now candles in flickering blue flame. You gulp down another moan as his hand slips through the V, warm digit swirling over your perked nipple as a mouth steadily marks you as his.

You give into pleasure when you catch glimpse of his burning blue eyes in the reflection of the glass. Moaning as his heated hands explore more and more of your body as you brand him in your own way with lingering glitter. He growls in your ear as he tugs at the fabric of your jumper before it ignites, instinctual fear and panic pull at your stomach before you realize you're not burning. The blue flame is pleasantly warm as it licks up the fabric before it falls to ash at your feet. You feel his lips curl up against your hear before he speaks.

"That's more like it."

His hand finds your dripping core causing your throat to tighten. Not in panic but in fear of being too loud as he wets his fingers in your slick. Teasingly pressing agaisnt your throbbing clit before plunging them into your core.

"Aaaahhh." Your breath comes out hot, now of all times you wish you knew his name. As if he could read your mind whispers what to call him before nibbling on your ear.

"Dabi or Master is just fine." His tone dips cruelly before seizes your throat, hard enough it may leave a bruise.

But in that oxygen deprived moment you can do nothing but let this mesmerizing man have his way with you.

"Is that fine with you my little pet?"

"Y...yes master." You struggle to get out past moans as he increases his pace, separating his two fingers every now and again to make sure your cunt is ready for him.

"Good. I figured from how wet you are but I wanted to make sure." His voice is velvet in your ear before he removes his fingers from you, causing an aching feeling to settle both between your legs and in your chest.

"Here convince me that I want to make you a meal." He says presenting his fingers into your sight line. He separates them to show your clear juices string between two fingers. Blush dusts your cheeks as he connects them again moving them closer. You lick up the length of his fingers before sucking on them hard, he forces his fingers in further hitting your gag reflex to which you barely respond. He smiles from ear to ear as he thinks of all the ways he is going to ruin you.

He moves to bend you over what must be a low filing cabinet, the counter's edge bites into your hips as he spreads your legs to his liking. He bites his lip as he watches you twitch before he swirls his fingers a moment more. Removing them again as he eats you alive.

*"He's the woman eater...." *

Is this what your friend had meant when she called Master that?

You weren't sure, the only thing you were sure of is how quickly your release approached, all the while your gasp out his name and title interchangeable.

"Mmmmmmaster....." You cry out as he sucks harshly on your clit while you see stars. Finally convulsing and bucking agaisnt his mouth before he pulls away. You lean up, ready to drop to your knees to return the favor only for him to slam you down onto the counter with his strong hand, overstimulating you with his tongue to coax another crescendo out of you. He removes his belt, slapping it agaisnt your ass until gorgeous welts appear before he tenderly wraps it around your throat, holding onto it as if it were a leash. He drops his pants, stroking down the bead of his precum to wet himself although there is no need as you begin to wet your own thighs. You sway your hips, hoping to be filled like the slut you are earning a grin before he pulls harshly on the belt causing your head and upper body to come up a few inches from the cool surface.

"Hands stay on the counter, pet." He snarls in your ear, as he presses himself against you. You whine in response before he finally sheaths himself with one harsh thrust.

"Fuuuuuuck." He drawls out, stroking both your ego and G spot as he pulls out to plunge into you again. Quickly he sets an unforgiving pace as he pounds into you. Squeezing your hips and pulling on the belt ever now and again. You moan loudly, borderline screaming as he pounds into you, pulling out every animalistic desire you have. Especially so as you hear yourself echo in the room paired with his deadly grunts and the wet slapping sound of you taking him so well.

"Who do you belong to?" He hisses as grows closer to the edge.

"You master..." You cry out, feeling his dick twitch sends you ever closer to yet another cum of the night. He leans over, pressing himself into your back as he whispers in your ear.

"Damn right. You belong to me and no one else. You got that little slut?" You can do nothing but nod before he bites down onto your shoulder harshly sending you over the edge to convulse around him. Attempting to milk him for all that he's got. His hips begin to pound into you harsher and more sloppy as he continues to chase his own relief.

"Fuuuccck. My little slut has the best pussy.." He slurs before biting you again, cock endlessly twitching as he fills you to the brim, some of it oozing out to collect on your thighs. His hips stutter as he rides it out causing you to whimper, filling you with the desire for more, more of him and more of his seed. He slips out of you and leans away only for you to turn around and bring your mouth to his in a searing kiss. Tongue sliding across his in an attempt to tell him through hushed whimpers that you want to fuck all night.

Need to.

"Little pet." He smiles, wiping away the extra spit from your lips before he yanks you by your "leash".

"Let's get something to eat." You nod in response although your face is obviously crestfallen. He yanks on your leash, pulling you closer to him as he kisses you with lustful fever, hands exploring your breasts and hips before he pulls away completely before dressing in his over sized fur lined coat.

"And then I'll fuck you all over again. Okay my needy slut?"

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The Owl and the Raven

Part 2

"I go by Reth." He said, offering no further details.

The huntress tilted her head to one side before looking at the satyr, then back to the man called Reth, "You are not one of Salis' hunting trainees... what is your mission?"

He tilted his head slightly, as if confused by her question. "I do not know any such person." Then he nudged the stirring leader, who groaned from his injuries. "My mission? Who needs a mission to hunt these abominations?" Then he blinked at her. "And what is your mission, you sound quite official."

Arrianna looked the man up and down before retraining her bow on the satyr instead, pausing only long enough to pull down her mask so that more than just her amber eyes was visible, "I am Nightstorm, huntress aspirant under Salis Ashenbow's cadre." She looked about at the various crystals, then back to Reth, "The satyr here have been performing Fel magick and it was my mission to collect at least one of these crystals so that we could discover their intents."

He lowered his hands. "Well then, feel free to take your fill. I have no interest in demonic jewelry." The smoldering satyr was groaning and gripping at Reth's boots, like he was struggling to pull himself up. Reth kicked his hand away. "If you don't mind, I'm going to have a conversation with our friend here about where his comrades are hiding. And he's going to be very helpful if he knows what's good for him."

Arrianna's grip on her bow loosened, the string coming to rest back in its ready position as she looked between the elf and his prisoner. She glanced about at the crystals she'd been tasked with collecting, then back to the satyr again. If she had the information from the leader of the satyr about the rest of the vile creatures... Salis would be sure to not only reward her but she also could show her parents that she didn't need to be a druid or priestess to be successful. With several long moments taken to get to this train of thought, she looked back at Reth, voice still stern, "You mind sharing? That information would be invaluable to our people, after all."

Reth the hunter arched an eyebrow as he stared at her, the satyr still uselessly clawing at the ground. "Are you asking to interrogate a prisoner together? Strange idea for a first courting." He said with a chuckle. "What do I get in return for sharing this information?"

Arrianna recoiled slightly, the look on her face clearly one of frustration at his mention of courting, "Excuse me? First courting? You're a bold one..." She pursed her lips together in thought before answering, "What would you want from someone like me... and don't think about cracking wise." Her bow was now back in its sling, but her polearm was at her side, the blade so sharp it looked like it could shave the hide off the satyr before them in a scant second.

He held his hands up apologetically. "Relax, huntress, I was only jesting." He pushed the satyr with his foot, rolling the creature onto its back. "Since I assume you wish to know the information to hunt the satyrs yourself, how about you agree to leave any valuable items they may possess to me." There was a small sound of his stomach growling. Spending so much time in solitude, honing his skills and hunting demons was not precisely a lucrative career decision.

Arrianna looked the man over again, catching the sound of his stomach in her sensitive ears. She frowned, looking back to the satyr before nodding, "Of course... assuming the items are not helpful to my superiors, they are yours." She turned her attention to the satyr, baring her fangs at the creature as he stirred. "Looks like this one is about ready."

Reth planted his foot on the demon's chest, none too gently. "You heard the lady, demon. Speak. Tell us where your disgusting comrades are." The demon managed to raise and turn his head slightly, the better for him to fire a glob of fel-glowing spit onto Reth's boots. "So rude... suppose I shouldn't be surprised." He drew one of his blades and held the tip down against the satyr's throat. "Lets try that again... with a little more civility." The demon unleashed a stream of demonic, what could only be insults.

Arrianna watched the exchange in silence. With a quiet inhale, she grabbed her polearm and brought it to the satyr's foul hide, making a two-inch cut on his arm, drawing blood and a sharp hiss from between his teeth. But she seemed unfazed by his reaction, saying only, "I'd suggest you answer his question, foul beast... and every time you don't, I'll add another cut... a single one won't kill you, but you won't last past the thousandth."

The hunter glanced up at her with a bit of surprise at her ruthlessness. Reth pressed his foot down harder. "It seems my new friend here is even less in the mood for impoliteness.” The satyr swore again and began to speak, entirely in demonic. And though his words were unintelligible, he turned a charred arm and pointed northwest, seemingly in the direction of the woods at the western base of the mountain. "That wasn't so hard was it?" He removed his blade and his foot and turned to the woman. "Any other questions?"

Arrianna thought about it for several moments before shaking her head, "No... no, I think not." She tied her polearm to her back before moving to tuck the glowing crystals in the vicinity into a leather satchel.

The satyr had a momentary look of relief. A look that was short-lived. Reth nodded and looked down at the demon. "Thank you." His sword sliced through the air and cut across the demon's flesh, trachea, and arteries. Blood flowed from the wound and pooled around his body as jerky thrashes overtook him for a moment. Then his strength gave out and he fell still. "Been hunting this one for three days,” Reth mused.

Arrianna's face held an impressed expression, and she looked him over again as she tied the satchel to her waist, "Only three days? I wasn't even sent here for him... just the lesser satyr. Salis will be quite impressed that we got to one of the leaders." She tilted her head again, looking Reth over in confusion, "How is it you don't have a superior officer to report to?"

He arched a brow again, equally confused and amused by her question. "Because some of us have no interest in following along like a child. I'm quite fine pursuing my own goals, on my own schedule." He paused for a moment, blinking. "And what's this about 'we'? Did we become partners at some point?"

The huntress made a scoffing noise at him, hands landing on her hips, "I'm sorry, did I confuse us as being of the same people? Can't imagine why I would've done that." She stared at him for several long seconds and retorted, "And using 'we' is just a... a habit, I suppose..." She frowned, looking the man over again, taking in the full sight of his form wrapped in worn leather armor.

He sheathed his blades at his belt and moved to spy around one of the tents at the rest of the camp. The satyrs seemed to have assumed he'd escaped into the woods as the camp was mostly empty save a few sentries left behind. "Yes, well, my 'people' aren't really my people. So you might say I'm better off on my own. Now, WE should probably make ourselves scarce before they come back even angrier."

Arrianna blinked as he started looking about the rest of the camp, and gave a nod, following after him quietly, "Yes, you're probably right."

Reth glanced over his shoulder as she followed him, then quickly stood and made his way out of the camp, heading west.

She had little trouble keeping up with him, pausing only to grab more crystals on their path - she knew the fewer the satyr had, the more advantage her people could get over them, however small that might be. But as they walked, her mind was on something else... something he'd said. "Thank you." she offered simply as they made their way west.

The hunter looked over his shoulder as she spoke, making their way around the shore of the lake. He looked mystified. "For what?"

"For sharing... you didn't have to do that."

He shrugged, as if it didn't seem like a big deal to him. "Uhm... you're welcome. It’s just information, as long as you're not going to get in my way, I don't see the problem... and I'd prefer if you not tell any one of your... superiors about me."

Arrianna frowned more, tugging her hood from her head so she could shake out her short silvery-white hair. Her golden eyes shone back at him confusedly, "What exactly is your issue with our people?"

He cleared his throat as they walked through the forest paths, toward the northern woods. "Those people have an issue with me. They think me corrupted simply because I refuse to hide timidly in the trees. Fine with me, I can get more done without 'orders'."

Arrianna tilted her head to the side, brow furrowed deeply on her visage, "Why would anyone think you corrupted? You are as talented a hunter as any of the rest of us... perhaps more, considering how quickly you located the leader of that group of satyr." She sounded genuinely confused as to why anyone would feel alienated against him. She thought about it further, remembering the look in his silver eyes and suddenly wondering where she'd seen that look before.

He remained silent for a moment, a bit longer than he usually took to answer. "Because they seem to think that hiding like frightened children is preferable to employing ALL possible weapons in order to drive the terrors from our home. Stormrage was right to turn the demons' power against them... and they call him Betrayer."

At this Arrianna blinked in surprise, staring at the hunter's back as they stopped in their walking. "... you... I know where I've seen you... I saw several of you whispering amongst yourselves some weeks ago... something about the Stormrage brother... the one who traded away his sight." She frowned again, jogging to stand before him and look at him more fully, her tone both stern and reassuring, "There's nothing wrong with seeking to destroy our enemies, you know." Her piercing amber gaze was unwavering as she looked back at him, her youth betrayed with her face fully visible - she could not be much more than three hundred years old, barely past her Coming of Age. Her facial tattoo still looked fresh on her face, framing her eyes like the feathers of an owl.

He glared at her from beneath his mask and hood, and after a moment finally pulled both free to reveal his smooth face and mane of messy, shoulder length black hair. "Yes. And a waste of time. Some of the more... zealous followers seem to believe they can break Illidan from his prison... a fool's errand. I would rather seek out his source of power directly." He paused in his explanation as he looked over the girl, apparently younger than him by a small amount. "You would think that would be true, but apparently leaving ourselves vulnerable is a fine price to pay to remain 'honorable'... which I'm sure the thousands who've died appreciate."

Arrianna looked taken aback at the hunter's brazenness. And at his overall physical wildness. But seemed ensnared by his sharp mercurial gaze. It took a few times of her mouth opening and closing before she said, "That... that's exactly right! Where our elders continue to try to stick to outdated traditions... where someone like me should be dressed in a priestess' garb and singing prayers to the White Lady, or at the very least training under her father to follow in the footsteps of Cenarius' teachings, to be of any value to society... why must we hide and remain passive in our pursuit of safety and happiness in life?!" She looked him over again, a slight hint of color painting her purple cheeks. "You... you said your name was Reth?"

He nodded along, seemingly impressed with how agreeable she was. "Reth'lazar. The whole thing is a bit much. Reth is fine." He cleared his throat again. "Nice to meet someone who seems to see some sense. Besides, I don't think you'd look as good in a priestess’ robes." Then he raised his eyes as if he were trying to look at himself. "Not that I can talk much."

Arrianna smirked at his comment, shaking her head. "No, that's... I think you look just fine." Even as she said it, she averted her amber gaze to one side awkwardly, glancing back up the path they'd been walking. She looked back at him curiously, hand motioning toward Hyjal, "Where, eh... where do you call home? Near the base?"

He ran his fingers through his wild hair, as if somewhat surprised at the compliment. "Thanks. And... not exactly. I live wherever I find a piece of cover to sleep beneath."

The huntress took a turn to run her gloved hand through her own hair, glancing up the path, "Well, Reth'lazar... I still need to turn these crystals in to my superior... are you hungry?"

"Reth, please. Ahem... I suppose a meal wouldn't go amiss."

Anna smirked again, nodding, "Well then... my name is Arrianna. Arrianna Nightstorm. And I'm inviting you to dinner. As thanks." She looked back up the path, "The glade a little further north is where I call home... and anyone who helps hunt the satyrs is welcome."

He nodded with a slight grin. "So long as you don't plan to try and recruit me, I'll be glad to accept."

"Psh." She chuckled and shook her head, "I'm not an officer, I'm just an aspirant... a trainee. I'm a nobody."

He moved to follow her this time. "I don't think that's likely."

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