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itusebastian · 11 months

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The Fuchsia Menace

The universe from the perspective of beings beyond our reach. The life of a winged creature who yearns for peace.

As Blue Feather descended through the vast expanse of the Elemental Plane of Air, his wings outstretched, he could feel the formidable resistance of the wind pressing against his streamlined body. He focused his keen eyes on a distant snowy peak, where an unfamiliar and irregular figure of vibrant fuchsia stood out amidst the monotonous white landscape. With a swift motion, he brought his wings close to his body, initiating a rapid descent towards the enigmatic object.

Blue Feather, a vigilant guardian of Aaqa, the sacred realm of the Aarakocra in the Elemental Plane of Air, continued his descent, his speed steadily increasing as he glided through the currents of air. The fuchsia figure gradually took shape, revealing itself as a liquid-like entity surrounded by a gathering of sorcerers. The sorcerers, their hands aglow with shimmering fuchsia lights, appeared to be engaged in a complex and enigmatic ritual.

The falling Aarakocra felt a sudden surge of warm air swirl around his beak, causing a slight deviation in his trajectory. The fuchsia entity seemed to undulate, held in place by the energies channeled by the sorcerers. It was undoubtedly a summoning spell of some kind, an entity being brought forth from another realm.

As Blue Feather finally landed gracefully on the ground, he extended his wings, capturing the attention of the sorcerers. They paused, their gazes locked with the imposing winged figure holding his spear with unwavering determination. Though they appeared confident in their mystical abilities, a single strike from Blue Feather's formidable height and lethal weapon could easily spell their demise.

Realizing the futility of engaging in dialogue with followers of the Elemental Evil, whose hearts still mourned the fall of the Queen of Chaos, Blue Feather watched as the sorcerers hastily retreated towards a nearby portal, disappearing into its ethereal depths. Following them would pose a considerable risk, but unraveling their intentions could hold crucial significance for the Wind Dukes, the guardians of the Elemental Planes.

Approaching the portal cautiously, Blue Feather observed the fuchsia liquid gradually dissipating, evaporating into nothingness. With a sense of duty and the nagging curiosity urging him onward, he steeled himself, gripping his spear tightly, preparing to take a daring leap and explore the mysterious realm within.

His feathers, a striking blend of white and blue, seamlessly transitioned into a unified hue as Blue Feather vigorously flapped his wings, propelling himself higher into the air. His gaze fixed upon the portal, his focus shattered abruptly as he felt the icy grip of metal clasp around one of his ankles.

Looking down, Blue Feather saw one end of a dark chain emerging from the portal, while he instinctively resisted, pulling at the other end with the force of his mighty wings. A moment later, a creature with fuchsia skin emerged from the portal, clutching the chain that restrained Blue Feather, its other hand gripping an enormous black hammer.

The Aarakocra, taken aback by the sudden appearance of this colossal creature, which stood twice his size, futilely attempted to escape its grasp by struggling to fly away. Yet, the creature exerted a powerful force on the chain, drawing Blue Feather closer with each pull. When the distance between them narrowed, the creature unleashed a thunderous swing of its hammer, aiming to strike the valiant avian warrior.

Caught off guard by the forceful pull, Blue Feather crashed to the ground, quickly rising to his feet just in time to evade the creature's bone-shattering blow. The hammer passed perilously close to one of his delicate wings, reminding him of the need for caution in this perilous encounter.

As the creature paused momentarily, wrapping the chain around its arm to exert even greater control, Blue Feather seized the opportunity. Swiftly, he brought the pointed tip of his spear against the chain, applying force with his claws, causing it to snap near his grasp. With an unwavering determination, he raised his spear, fixing his gaze upon the misshapen body of the fuchsia-skinned monstrosity.

The creature lunged forward, charging with unwieldy ferocity. Blue Feather deftly ascended, narrowly avoiding the swing of the hammer aimed at him. Seizing the advantage, he descended swiftly, spear first, impaling the creature's twisted form. With a resolute pull, he withdrew the blood-stained spear from the creature's body, gripping its back with his powerful talons. As they plummeted towards the ground, Blue Feather drove the spear through the creature's skull, ensuring its demise.

Having dispatched the creature, Blue Feather's conviction grew stronger—there was undoubtedly more to this portal than met the eye. However, he understood the importance of seeking assistance in this daunting quest. Bracing himself, he leaped forcefully, taking flight once more, only to be interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Emerging from the portal were two diminutive creatures, resembling oversized wolves, their fur sharing the same vibrant fuchsia hue as the fallen creature before them.

The lupine beasts wasted no time, charging forward with savage intent. Blue Feather, relying on his spear, skillfully parried their ferocious bites. In the midst of the tumultuous struggle, one of the animals clamped its jaws onto his spear, threatening to wrest it from his grasp. Aware of the futility of trying to retrieve it, he released the weapon, soaring above the battlefield, drawing the attention of the beasts towards his shadow.

Their frenzied pursuit proved fruitless, as the bewildered creatures ran in circles, chasing after their elusive target's fleeting silhouette. Seizing the moment, Blue Feather flew downwards to grab hold of the oversized hammer, letting it plummet towards the ground. One of the wolves met its demise beneath the weight of the colossal weapon.

Returning to the earth, retrieving his trusted spear, Blue Feather landed gracefully, his piercing eyes fixed upon the remaining lupine creature. With a swift and accurate throw, he launched his spear, piercing the beast's heart. Retrieving his weapon from the fallen creature's body, he acknowledged the urgency of closing the portal swiftly. Alone, he lacked the necessary means to achieve this feat, but he had a duty to slay any creature that emerged from the ethereal gateway.

Raising his spear with unwavering determination, Blue Feather positioned himself, ready to charge with unwavering resolve at the sight of any new adversary. The remnants of the once-uncanny fuchsia bubble lay lifeless upon the ground, a testament to the struggles that had unfolded in this desolate realm.

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imagine-korea · 1 year

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Jooheon - Fate

MonstaX Mafia!AU: Their wife running away again

Genre: fluffy angst or angsty fluff, you be the judge

Word count: 1633

You and Jooheon met when you were still teenagers in the same school. He was part of the bad boys of your year and you were the perfect and kind a student.

One day when the teacher asked for a tutor for Jooheon as some kind of second chance, you were the only one that volentered. Not to the surprise of your teacher or classmates, but definitely to his. He had always been enthralled by you but he didn't know you were just as intrigued by him.

Though your classmates hadn't been surprised by you offering to help him, they were shocked when you two started dating. It was the typical good girl bad boy romance.

It went as far as a long distance relationship when you went to college and he started to work. And after college getting an apartment together to finally getting engaged.

Sadly fate didn't take it further than that.

"When we're you planning on telling me Jooheon!?" you yelled, luggage in hand, standing in front of your now ex-fiancé.

"Tell you what?" you could see clearly that he was trying to keep his voice calm. To think clearly and not let your raised voice get to his head. This only made you more angry.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that our WEDDING is being paid with f*cking BLOOD MONEY! I can't believe you jooheon!"

His face wasn't as steady anymore, he was clearly frustrated, pained. Yet he still did his best to keep his voice steady and low. "Just baby, drop the bag, we can talk about this."

You didn't drop your bag. You only tightened your grip. Your eyes slowly drifted from fury to regret and sadness. "I don't think we can." was the last thing you said before making your way to your car.

He wanted to stop you. More than anything in the world, he wanted to come after you. But maybe the best thing he could do for you was let you leave. Maybe in another life, maybe one day, he could let himself be happy with you. But he couldn't make you accept what he did, who he was. He couldn't make you love him.

To stop himself from going after you he decided to drown his sorrows instead. Sitting on the living room floor in the apartment you once shared. But no amount of alcohol could wipe the memories off every inch of the place. Even a years after it still reminded him of you. He didn't understand why he couldn't just relieve himself from his misery. He hadn't moved on, he couldn't get himself to move out. Sometimes, like today, "see you later, baby" still quietly rolled off his lips before closing the door on the empty apartment.

"Finally, I've been waiting for 10 minutes" Chankyun muttered when Jooheon got to his car. "Sorry, hadn't noticed that much time had passed." he muttered back. Chankyun rolled his eyes and drove off.

"We can't be late for this. I know it's a party but Shinee will be there and Shownu wants us to get along with them. We can't afford a fued with another gang. Especially of that status." Chankyun usually wasn't the one to lecture in the group but the rest had given him the clear assignment of keeping an eye on Jooheon. They couldn't afford a slip right now and Jooheon had been slipping one too many times lately.

But when they walked in, Chankyun immediately saw 'getting along' wasn't going to be an easy task.

There you stood in the middle of the room talking to none other than Shinee's Minho. Jooheon was just as enamoured by you as the first time he saw you. It didn't matter what Chankyun said, he wasn't listening.

He had to have you back. Or in the least talk to you. His feet seemed to be moving toward you out of his control. That was until he witnessed Minho's lips placed on your forehead. He was boiling inside, but on the outside he was stoic. More stoic than his group members had seen him in a while. Shownu debated going to stop him after hearing from Chankyun what was going on. In the end he decided to see how this was going to play out. Maybe it could be good closure and they could get back to work.

When Minho left your side his place was quick occupied by Jooheon. For a split second you seemed surprised. If Jooheon wasn't taking in every curve of your face, he would have missed it.

"Jooheon." you nodded in his direction.

"You don't seem that surprised to see me." his smile, or smirk even, reminded you of your first meeting as well.

"I figured this would be your scene." you looked around at the men in suits, many with beautiful women on their arms, ignoring the loud music as if it was part of another party.

"Maybe you wanted to see me." he said cockily. You looked at him with raised eyebrow, yet your look soffened when you took in his features. Yes, his smirk said he was confident but his eyes told you another story. You knew those eyes, not from your first meeting, but your last. Those were the eyes of a broken man, a man with regrets, man you wanted to console. You restrained yourself, looking at your feet rather than his eyes.

He had noticed you averting your gaze and knew exactly why. You knew him through and through, even now, but he could read you just as well.

"Do you regret how things ended between us?" he blurted out,though he looked like he knew exactly what he asked. It took you a moment to answer, as if you still needed to build the courage to form the firm "No." that finally left your lips.

"Just grant me a dance then. Prove it, that you have no regrets, no feelings. We can take it fast or slow. Just dance with me tonight and we'll let fate decide." he stretched out his hand to you and you hesitated.

"One dance and you'll let me go after that?" When he promised with a simple nod you took his hand and he led you to where few people were actually dancing. Lucky for you, a slower song was playing. It was almost sensual. Jooheon had agonizing timing.

He wrapped your hands around his neck, almost like he was teaching you how to dance. In that you could actually use the lesson. You had forgotten everything but him in that moment. You fought the urge to pinch your eyes closed and physically shake the thought from your head. You swore to yourself you wouldn't fall for his charm again.

But when his hands met your hips, your body seemed to disagree. From the spot where he touched you, shivers ran up your sides and down your legs. You had the unholy thoughts of good times once spent from entering your mind. How could he still have that effect on you.

"You seem deep in thought, baby." before he knew it, the word had slipped and seeing by your reaction, it had been a mistake.

Your hands shot from his neck back to your sides, taking a step back. His face for the first time that night showed what he was truly feeling. Worry.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." he tried to explain himself, but you interrupted him. "Just, let me go." tears brimmed your eyes and you ran off. He couldn't let you go, not like this, not again.

"What do you think you're doing?" an angry Minho was now blocking him from going after you.

"Look, I'm not looking for any trouble. I just need to talk to Y/N. We know each other." he tried to explain himself without causing trouble with who he assumed was your current boyfriend.

"I know who you are." oh shit "you broke her heart, I'm not going to let you do it again."

No matter how much Shownu wanted MonstaX and Shinee to become allies, they stood behind Jooheon as soon as they noticed trouble. "neither will I" Jooheon answered Minho, pushing passed him. Minho meanwhile being stopped by Shownu.

"Let this play out. You knew what you were getting into when you brought her here."

Lucky for Jooheon, you hadn't gone far. You were instead walking in circles around the fountain nearby, staring at your reflection in the water until his joined it. You faced him, not knowing what you wanted to tell him, even when your heart was screaming it.

"I can't let you go." he whispered "if I let you go again, I might not survive it."

You didn't have to say it for him to know you felt the same way.

Why?

Because as soon as he said it your lips connected with his in a hungry kiss. A kiss that told him how deprived you had felt in those few years apart. And he responded with just as much feeling.

When you broke apart it took a moment of staring into eachother's eyes for the both of you to catch your breaths and get back to reality. Jooheon pinched his eyes closed, creating a pained expression.

"What about your boyfriend?" he asked, honestly wanting you to be happy and worried of the trouble the kiss could bring you. Especially in these circles.

"I never really started dating again after you." you cheepishly admitted.

"Then Minho..."

"is my brother." you finished, not all that surprised by his assumption. But the truth shocked him more.

"I thought you wanted nothing to do with... My kind of people." he didn't want to say it. Like he was ashamed of it.

"I was born into it, I tried to escape it but instead ran straight back into it with you. I've realized now it's not something I can escape." you gave him another deep kiss "and now I don't think I want to anymore."

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ecofortebraccio · 8 months

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ti racconto una piccola storia

lo faccio lentamente

così che accada mentre l’ascolti.

(video e parole @ecofortebraccio)

#lentezza #shortstories #rallentare #slow #pensando

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yujo-nishimura · 3 months

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Tsukuba

This is a short novella.

Warning: age gap, female character is 30, male character is 65, this story was originally written in German and I translated it for international readers. - Not proof-read.

This is for @pu-tse , I thought you would like this.

I wanted to leave his house and stood at the entrance. Shoes on my feet, I have already said my goodbyes. The terrible ikebana on the white table opposite seems to be mocking me. I used to like ikebana, but ever since I found out that a woman made it for him, I found it repulsive.

He was standing at the stairs, his gray hair shining in the afternoon sun light, wrinkles around his eyes. "You're leaving now." "Yes, I'm leaving now." He took my hand, placed it on his cheek, on his thin lips, and tenderly kissed the inside. As I took a deep breath, a shiver coursed through my body. "You're leaving now," he whispered into my hand, and his gray eyes looked directly into my soul. "Yes, I'm leaving now," I trembled a bit as I said it. He put his other arm around me, pulled me close to him, and placed my hand on his shoulder. My face was right in front of his. His gaze was still cold and piercing. I felt his lower body pressing against mine, my breasts pushing against his chest through our clothes. He leaned towards my ear and whispered, sending shivers through my body and making me tense up immediately. "You're leaving now?" It was a question. "Nnnh…" I couldn't answer. He looked at me again directly, and then he pressed his thin lips onto mine. I sighed into his mouth; he tasted as good as grape sugar and lavender. He held me tightly, but I also had my arms around his shoulders. It was no longer necessary to hold me, I would not leave anymore.

We paused the kiss briefly to catch our breath. I felt so warm and comfortable, yet simultaneously panic-stricken and aroused. Did I need to tell him that I wanted it too, or would he come to me and feel it himself? "I…" , my voice broke. "You wanted to leave," he let go of me, and I felt a terrible horror rising within me, an emptiness I had felt before, when he left me for the first time. He didn't move an inch away from me, and his gaze was still cold. He judged me. He despised me. I grabbed him between his legs and pulled him back towards me with my other hand. Now it was me who wouldn't let go. I kissed him, more breathless than before, and he immediately responded. I felt his breath quicken. "I want to leave. I've wanted to leave for three years!" I shrieked hysterically, interrupting the kiss, and pushed him backward. He was so surprised that he almost fell, and for a moment, his gaze returned to normal, human, fearful. He reached behind him to find support and knocked over the ikebana; it crashed loudly to the floor. With even more force, I kissed him now, pressing him against the ikebana display, undoing the first buttons of his shirt and tearing it open. He gasped in shock.

"I think of you, I dream of you, even though I destroyed all your photos, even though I'm not even searching for you – you still find me. You're there every time I lie alone in my bed, touching myself, you're there when I cry and moan. You're there when I'm drunk. Why are you still here? I left three years ago!" I had pressed myself against him but had stopped kissing him. I realized that I had gone too far, so I let go and stepped back. He breathed a sigh of relief, straightened himself up, futilely fiddled with his shirt. Water droplets fell slowly from the ikebana installation, dripping onto the white tiles.

"Do you still love me?" He asked it like a teacher asking a student a question.

"I don't know," I answered like that student.

"You want me."

"More than anyone else."

"You miss me."

"And I don't know why."

"Let's continue." But with a hint of hesitation. "I'm not that young anymore, you know."

He took my hand and asked me to follow him upstairs. Past the broken ikebana, he stepped carefully over it, and of course, I stepped right into it, my sock immediately getting wet, and I knew there was no more unpleasant feeling than this in the world. We slowly climbed the white staircase, without a handrail; they would have never approved that in Germany, I thought. A smooth, steep staircase leading straight up, with no chance of holding on, directly into his bedroom. Everything was darkened, satin sheets, a Western bed. That's how I remembered it, that's how it still looked. Not Japanese. Maybe he was too old to sleep on the floor.

He made no attempt to turn on the light as we both sat on his unyielding and hard bed, the perfect bed for the perfect fundamentalist, I thought.

"Why did you leave me?" he asked.

"But aren't we back together now?" I replied.

"I don't want to be together anymore." The words slipped out without thought, but they had to be true.

"You hurt me. You wounded me," he said.

"Because I called you a stubborn old fool? Was that enough to hurt you? I thought you were above such things," I retorted.

"I have the right to choose who I associate with and who I distance myself from. Your comment was hurtful. I needed space."

"I think you're afraid. I struck a nerve, and you were so wounded that you couldn't even admit it. You let me get too close, and then you regretted it. You saw in me the same inspiration that I sought in you. And then I had to hurt you. Your muse. Despite loving you so much, I couldn't bear it when you spread falsehoods."

He inhaled sharply at the mention of "falsehoods," but I didn't give him a chance to speak. He had blocked and ignored me for three years. Today, he had to listen.

"You spread something that can be hurtful and discriminatory to others. You shared something without thinking, something that excludes and disadvantages certain groups of people. You claim not to be someone who does such things, but you did it and refused to be educated. And it only got worse, even when I couldn't see it anymore. Messages of hate. Misinformation. Lies. Dangerous diets, false beliefs, and twisted worldviews."

He fell silent.

"I loved you. I wanted to protect you and the people around you from believing nonsense. That wasn't the H. I once knew. What you wrote back then was the opinion of an old, confused, and fearful man who desperately tried to make sense of the world to avoid accepting why those around him of the same age were dying."

I took a deep breath. My voice trembled because I felt that this was exactly what I had wanted to say for the past three years. This was my personal breaking point. I knew I wouldn't feel any better once it was finally said. It was despairing.

"You can't find truth with fear and uncertainty. You can only find it by being brave and embracing the unknown and the inexplainable."

In that moment, he began to cry. I had never seen him cry before. Always serious, always composed. I rarely saw him smile. Emotions seemed foreign to him, and now he seemed to collapse completely within himself, weeping bitterly. I thought of what the Icelandic author Halldor Laxness wrote in his novel "World Light": "No one who has ever heard an old man cry could ever forget it."

I remained still. Everything within me resisted the urge to comfort or appease him. He needed to cry. He needed to experience these emotions, and he had to do it all by himself. I had suffered for three years. He would only have to endure it for one evening.

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paulsemel · 1 year

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I admit it: Sometimes I have trouble keeping sci-fi genres straight. It's why I appreciation such genre-specific anthologies as "Bioluminscent: A Lunarpunk Anthology." In my exclusive interview with its editor, Justine Norton-Kertson, they explain lunarpunk, its relation to solarpunk, and what went into assembling this anthology. 📖🌑🌙

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zennore · 6 months

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Who's that pretty lady that works in B12? Miao likes. XDDDDD

This was drawn a while back and has inaccuracies now. Dr. Dienoss' name is spelt differently, Red didn't have her glasses back then, and has a different kind of personality.

#InfiNEdge #TeamInfiNEdge #ShortStories #Vinoria Miao #Alexandra Dienoss #Lylaniff Aplcaitien

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mxdnxghtraven · 4 days

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Hurt

!!TW!! : cheating, abuse (emotional/verbal), relationship trauma, toxic relationship

It didn't hurt to be hit. But it hurt when you were fucking your ex and I at the same time and neither of us knew until it all blew up in your face after finals, and I chose to still take you back. It didn't hurt to be hit. But it hurt when you started actively using those apps without talking to me first. Have you not learned?

It didn't hurt to be hit. But it hurt when you blew up at me after my night shift because I wasn't respecting your time, even though I hadn't been had a significant timezone difference in a relationship in 2 years, and was just wanting to talk to you since I was so busy before. It didn't hurt to be hit. But it hurt when you'd vent to me after those shifts when all I wanted was to go to bed. I was still in the parking lot.

It didn't hurt to be hit. But it hurt when you pressured me into a dynamic I hated the idea of, because it was with you. It didn't hurt to be hit. But it hurt when you went on a 10 minute monologue in our messages about how you're a "good person" and would be the person to "take the razor" from someone's hands when they want to cut. I couldn't even bring myself to tell you I relapsed, much that you were part of why.

It didn't hurt to be hit. But it hurt when you wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise. It didn't hurt to be hit. But it hurt when it took me practically breaking down the brick wall you laid for you to admit defeat and were the problem. Not that it was ever genuine.

It didn't hurt to be hit. But it hurt when you told me I wasn't the one you wanted to marry, despite being your "dream man" a few months prior. It didn't hurt to be hit. But it hurt when you dumped me just hours after I handed that promise ring to you. Now I look at my matching one in disgust.

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bookspotlight · 3 months

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On Demon Wrangling and Interpersonal Relationships Between Weary Immortals

✨NEW SHORT STORY✨

Demelza, a world-weary witch, and Uliana, an even more exhausted vampyre, work together – and against convention – to send wayward demons, ghosts and otherworldly creatures back to where they came from. But some jobs are more difficult than others.

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belicomic · 3 months

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---------------------------------------------- In my epic-fantasy novel, love, courage and endless possibilities intertwine:

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vasopv-blog · 2 days

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I think you'd like this story: "Road to Happiness" by VasoPapadopoulou on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/367189787?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=VasoPapadopoulou

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shriekingllama · 1 year

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She was his oxygen when he was dying to breathe

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itusebastian · 4 months

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Fire Burning Under Your Skin

Lady Night's journey through the perilous lands of Draconious in pursuit of Prince Reginald continues. The group of Knights of Darkness is searching for any clue that might bring them a step closer to their goal.

It was impossible to imagine that he was still alive after all this time. Life had been too harsh. Even today, the hours passed slowly as pain consumed his thoughts. It was difficult to comprehend what was happening, but even for him, who couldn't get up due to the restraints on his hands and legs.

The demands were clear—the whereabouts of Prince Reginald. Everything seemed so obvious. Life had to take this course. There was no other alternative. Unfortunately, the minotaur that Lady Night's squad had captured didn't really know anything about that prince.

Miss Terror tended to the campfire. She found the warmth of the fire on her pale face refreshing. The evening breeze managed to cool the body of the young Knight of Darkness. She needed to feel the heat return to her body. She was about to set herself on fire with her own hands.

Meanwhile, Sir Malevolence watched with surprise the glow around Sleevol's hands. It was as if... darkness itself was flowing through his body. Sir Malevolence only knew the power of darkness when wielding a sword with a black blade—the most precious metal of Chaliene and its followers. Watching a magician hailing from the realm of darkness was astonishing.

Lady Night continued to interrogate the captive, and to keep him alive, she used the powers of Sleevol. She had to find Prince Reginal—before it was too late.

The process the prince had gone through had to be controlled. Reginald had escaped too quickly, and without Lady Night's help, darkness would eventually consume him entirely. Although that was not the most important thing on Lady Night's mind, she could not accept that one of her initiates had escaped. She was not prepared to fail.

So the torture continued until everyone was exhausted, everyone except Sir Carnage. He could only think about finding his next meal. Hunger was the only thing clear in his mind. Sir Carnage knew that the wilderness was full of wild animals. It was only a matter of time. He lay in wait, searching for prey.

The night seemed to take over everything. The shadows were no longer of any help, and darkness seemed to be working against him. Sir Carnage paid little attention to the limited visibility he had. He was willing to stay awake all night if necessary. A real feast was the only thing he could think of.

The existence of the other members of his team was a non-existent memory. Sir Carnage walked slowly among the shadows. The moonlight illuminated his path through a thicket-filled forest. The chill of the breeze made Sir Carnage eager to finish the hunt, so he turned earlier than planned. He veered off the path he had chosen—unaware that this change would cause the hands of destiny to seek balance once again.

Immediately, the energy of the forest felt disturbed. The elements' plan was flawless. Sir Carnage was destined to continue on his path without losing his way. The gods had plans for him.

Sir Carnage turned and kept walking, searching for another way back to the camp. He was too far for the others to sense him. He had no idea he was heading into a place where his role as a hunter could be compromised.

The path quickly came to an end—two walls not worth climbing and a perfectly placed cave. Sir Carnage considered turning back, but time was running out, and his prey had to be ahead, beyond what he had planned, beyond the path the gods knew.

Sir Carnage let the cold take over and quickened his pace. His impulses were uncontrolled. He was lost on the path commanded by darkness. So, he unsheathed his sword. The black blade reflected the moonlight. Sir Carnage was ready to capture his prey when he saw the creature's eyes gleaming in the depths of the cave.

Slit eyes that seemed to be searching for something. Determined eyes ready to face any danger. Stalking eyes. This was not the prey Sir Carnage was looking for. The monster emerged from the shadows, its peace disturbed by the visit of a stranger.

Sir Carnage considered running. He thought of fleeing. Avoiding the confrontation was all that remained, but he didn't have the strength to decide. He couldn't hear his thoughts. All he could focus on was watching the monster emerge from the shadows.

The monster, a feline with magenta fur, emerged from the cave. The creature stared directly into the eyes of the intruder who had disturbed its rest. The creature's three tails stood erect—venomous stingers ready to strike. The feline bared its jaws, revealing an opening large enough to swallow a man whole. And it growled with anger to express its irritation.

Sir Carnage took a step back. Fleeing was still an option. Even if he emerged victorious, the battle would exact too high a toll. He had to conserve his strength to fulfill the mission Lady Night had assigned him. Sir Carnage firmly gripped the hilt of his sword.

The creature's tails seemed impatient to attack as the gigantic magenta-furred feline began to stalk.

Sir Carnage glanced from side to side. Fleeing—running into the forest would give the stalking monster an advantage. There was no other way out. He had to fight. So, he planted his feet firmly on the ground and prepared to defend himself.

The creature took slow, deliberate steps, closing in on its target. Its tails, like whips, were poised for attack, and its eyes remained fixed on the intruder who dared to disturb its slumber. The feline was convinced that the stranger harbored ill intentions. The monster had to defend itself.

Sir Carnage allowed the weight of his body to shift from one leg to the other. Darkness should shield him.

The creature lunged, propelling itself so that its claws and teeth would catch the intruder's attention.

Sir Carnage focused his gaze on the creature's fangs, ready to end his opponent with a swing of his sword when one of the tails struck him in the side. Sir Carnage raised his arm to shield his face. Immediately, another tail struck his opposite leg. He raised his sword to use it as a defense against the creature's razor-sharp claws when the third tail found a gap in his defense and managed to drive its stinger into the intruder's shoulder.

Sir Carnage had no choice but to continue defending against the primary attack, using the force of his sword to send the monster aside. However, the pain of the venom coursing through his body was inevitable. Sir Carnage attempted to remove the stinger from his body with the third tail but was too late. The fire began to burn from within.

The creature seemed to smirk before retreating into the shadows. The battle was over. Now, it only had to wait for its prey to succumb.

Sir Carnage fell to his knees and then dropped his sword. Despite his attempts to quell the internal fire and staunch the wound with his hands, the battle was lost. Thoughts unrelated to the situation started to cross his mind. He couldn't even accept what was happening. Sir Carnage looked up, and the moon seemed to accept the reality.

The creature hidden in the shadows appeared to have been thrown against one of the cave walls. Sir Carnage looked up to see Sleevol. "I thought I heard something," he said as he arrived.

"You shouldn't let it inject you with its venom," Sleevol remarked upon seeing Sir Carnage on his knees on the ground. The dark sorcerer took hold of Sir Carnage with the power of darkness, making him levitate as if by telekinesis. Then he used darkness to draw the poison from his companion's body.

Sir Carnage felt the poison return to the hole left by the stinger. The reverse pain was even worse than the fire he had been feeling. The wound burst open, and contaminated blood emerged under pressure.

"Follow me," Sleevol said, "dinner is almost ready."

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“Come Over”

I stepped out of the shower and covered myself in a towel. I wandered into my room and stopped by my mirror to admire myself. I was waiting for you to stop by. I wondered what it was that you wanted to talk about as I got dressed. I heard a knock on the door as I slid into my shorts. I walked out of my room into the living room to let you in. You greet me with a smile as I open the door. In return, I smirked at you while moving out of the way to let you in.

I shut the door behind you, following you into the living room to have a seat on the sofa. You couldn't help to notice what I was wearing, a fitted tank top that hugged my nice and firm D-cup breast, not to mention the booty shorts that hugged onto every curve. I watched as you roamed my body, "You needed to talk to me about something?" I asked softly. We both could feel the sexual tension in the atmosphere.

"I think it's rather clear why I'm here tonight..." you say as you lick your lips. I stand up and extend my hand out. You gladly accept my invitation and take my hand. I led you to the room but you stopped me and pulled me into your arms. You couldn't help but run your hands down my back and then to my ass to grab a handful of it. I softly moan as you caress my ass. I wrap my arms around your neck and you pick me up with ease. You carry me to the room while kissing my neck.

You lay me down on the bed and helped me out of my shorts, only to reveal that I wasn't wearing any panties. We lock eyes and I bite my bottom lip. I watched as you took off your shirt, throwing it onto my chair. You tilt over but I stop you, "I want you to watch me first." You turn to grab the chair and place it in front of me. You take your pants off before taking a seat. I spread my legs open so you have a perfect view.

I slowly caressed my clit and fondled my breast. I could hear you groaning as I slid two fingers inside me slowly thrusting in and out. I moan while you watch as I cream onto my fingers. You pull yourself out of your boxers and stroke yourself, matching my pace. My moans grew louder and I sped up the pace. I could feel myself getting ready to release but you stopped me.

"Let me take over. I want to feel you cum on me," you say. I withdrew my fingers and then placed them in my mouth. I could tell you were yearning for me as bad as I was for you. "O-" before I could finish my sentence, you lend down and rolled your tongue around my clit before softly sucking on it. You pull me closer to you while you devour me, sucking and licking on my clit while you use two fingers to finger me. My moans grew louder and I couldn't hold them in any longer.

"Oh my gosh..." I cried out in pleasure as I released on your face. You sucked up my juices, making sure not to leave a drop before sitting up to slide inside me. You slide in with ease as you feel my walls tighten against you, making it hard for you to control the nut that was building up. You pull out to stroke yourself a couple of times before sliding back inside me. I pull you close to me and softly bite your neck. Craving to feel you deeper inside. You dig deeper inside me, my back arching in your arms.

You speed up the pace and feel my cum all over you. You pull out and flip me over and slide back inside. You put one hand on my waist and the other on the back of my neck. You thrust slowly inside me while grinding your hips. I reach under me to caress your balls and I throw my ass back to match your strokes. You take your hand off my neck and put it on the other side of my waist and pull me back on you, hitting my spot.

I put my face into the covers while I cried out in pleasure not wanting the neighbors to hear us. I couldn't hold back any longer and came again. My juices dripped down in my inner thighs and you pulled out and stroked yourself until you ejaculated on my back. We both fall on the bed and lay there in silence, only our breathing and panting filled the room afterward. This was worth the wait.

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