Thread: Ameira Engel x Hawkril) What cube?

Cyrus chuckled, other than the several women she'd had as masters in the past, Justin was the first one to ever deny the offer that she might call him master. She liked that, it meant she wouldn't have to further degrade herself, at least not for the time being. Already she could tell that for this period of time, she might actually have some genuine fun he was different, that was for sure, almost considerate. For her and regarding her line of work, that must have been a first. Justin it is, then. She chuckled, then shrugged her shoulders, looking away again to further examine the cubicle before she smiled, looking at the man from the corner of her eyes. I suppose I can, but I won't, not unless I need to of course I've always thought guessing games were so much more fun to play. Don't you think? Another giggle, and she remained seated in her place on his desk, crossing one leg over the other and gently wagging her foot, albeit somewhat impatiently. Although she knew no one could see her, except Justin of course, it was quite unnerving to see the occassional sets of eyes peer just over the top of his cubicle to check whether or not the man was talking to himself. It wasn't because of anything personal, in fact she would have loved for them to see her and watch them all get erections at the sight of her beauty, but it was annoying to know that her unseen presence might cause several problems for the master who had been so nice to her thus far. Then again it might have been funny, maybe later Justin would have her change one of them to get revenge. At the thought, she couldn't help but laugh under her breath, hoping he didn't hear. Now as she would turn both eyes toward him, she would watch as he stood and curiously, she kept her eyes glued onto his pale form as he moved closer. A soft, short gasp passed her lips when he grabbed both of her breasts, and afterwards she moaned softly as her chest fell slightly while she relaxed, a smile curling the corners of her colored lips. That feels good... She cooed, it was nice to feel his cool skin against the bare skin of her breasts, seeing as how she did very little to cover them save for those two strips running across her chest to cover what was absolutely necessary for even the slightest level of decency. Then hearing his wish, she smirked and while he held onto her breasts, she would snap her fingers. Immediately, he would feel another surge of warmth flow into him but at a higher intensity than before, and this time, it would charge into every inch of his body. It was the sensation of a small portion of her magic flowing into him, only enough so that he could transform himself to whatever he so pleased. It would also remain trapped inside his body, less she take it away, so he couldn't transform anyone else. If she did that, it would certainly go against the rules. Wish, granted. Cyrus would say with a glimmer of amusement shining in her eyes, normally she would always be the one to transform the other. But she supposed it would take some of the load off her shoulders and she wouldn't have to work as hard. Afterward she stood, again letting her breasts bounce slightly and playfully, Cyrus feigned a pout when he let go to grab his things, pursing her lips and faking a hurt expression. But like her previous expressions, it never lasted long and she smiled, moving closer to him. Of course we can, Justin. I'm sure it would be a lot more comfortable than this wretched place. It's really terrible that you have to come in here every day. She said, pouting again before she smiled and draped each of her arms over his shoulders, locking her hands behind his neck. She leaned her forehead against his, staring at his eyes while her breasts pressed gently against his own chest. Meanwhile, their surroundings would quickly become a blur of mixed colors before swirling around them, that's if Justin cared to look rather than at the beauty in front of him. In a few short seconds then, she'd let go and chuckle, sitting herself onto something behind her the foot of Justin's bed. After having poked into his mind again to find the location, she had quickly transported the both of them to his apartment, specifically his bedroom. She smiled and looked around, pleased to see he kept his place neat, unlike the last place she'd seen. Hmm, yes... I suppose you could say that. It's dark, too... A lot like living in a small cave without any lights or anything to entertain you. You also can't speak, you can only think and listen to whatever might be outside. It's almost torture, but I suppose it's home. She sighed, discontent, but in the depths of her mind she knew that, like all the others, as soon as Justin finished getting all the wishes he could possibly think of, he'd send her back in to rid himself of all the... 'trouble' she might cause. Her hand then started to run along the surface of the covers on his bed, seeing that these, too, had changed over the years and she smiled again, they were so soft. She bounced a little on the bed then, causing her breasts to do the same and she laughed, seeing they weren't the same stiff pieces of wood they were before. Her eyes turned to Justin. This place, though. I must say, it's a lot nicer than the homes I've seen belonging to my previous masters. It's so amusing! listulistulistu