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Thread: Lover from the sky  (yaiocest x CutePhoenix)

Whilst Illiyana was getting into the car, Rick put his telescope back into the trunk, then went around to get into the drivers side of the car, looking over at her and smiled. That's right, you're sitting just the right way. Now....just to buckle you up He reached across her, smiling in an effort to reassure her, then pulled the seatbelt across her, though the sides of his hands brushed against the scales covering her breasts as he did so. Ah! S-sorry....I didn't mean to....sorry.... He blushed madly, putting the seatbelt in place then turning to go and get his own quickly.
Thread: Lover from the sky  (yaiocest x CutePhoenix)

His hand brushing her breast didn't seem to upset. If anything, she seemed to like it, purring happily when his hand brushed across the area. She had no idea what he was doing with the strange contraption, so she just sat there while he buckled her in. When it was done, she just looked down at it and then up at him before turning her eyes forward to look out ahead of them.
Thread: Lover from the sky  (yaiocest x CutePhoenix)

Rick blinked at the odd noise she made as his hand brushed across her body. Had she...liked that? The thought only made his blush deepen, turning quickly to start the engine, setting the car off back towards the city. So....Illiyana...what do you remember? Do you know where you are? How you got here? Where you came from? Rick was a little worried about bombarding her with questions but...there were so many questions to ask! And he just didn't know the best place to start.
Thread: Lover from the sky  (yaiocest x CutePhoenix)

And Illiyana answered them with one simple gesture...........she shrugged her shoulders. All his questions coming at once didn't confuse her, but she did indeed not have an answer to any of them. It would seem she had a touch of memory loss.
Thread: Lover from the sky  (yaiocest x CutePhoenix)

Well, she understood human culture enough to know a shrug of the shoulders meant that she didn't know. Perhaps she had been here before and just couldn't remember? Well, maybe he could help her remember in time, though he didn't want to push her. Well....maybe I can help you remember the things you can't remember huh? He looked over at her and smiled, before starting the car and setting off towards the city. Luckily it was late and there wouldn't be too many people around the area where he lived...it would be easy enough to get Illiyana into his apartment without her being seen.
Thread: Lover from the sky  (yaiocest x CutePhoenix)

The sound of the car starting startled Illiyana a bit, but she calmed down moments later. As he drove, she'd occasionally look at him with a smile. Due to his attraction to her, his body had been releasing pheramones...........and she was now starting to pick up on him. Chances were by the time they got into his place, she'd be all over him.
Thread: Lover from the sky  (yaiocest x CutePhoenix)

Rick blinked as they were about halfway back, he felt a little....odd. Was it warm in here? Well....it had to be because of her right? She had been breathing a few sparks so...it was natural that she'd make things warmer. He reached over to turn on the AC, but it didn't seem to do anything. Maybe it was just broken....wouldn't be the first time, this car always had something wrong with it. He glanced over at Illiyana as they entered the city limits, smiling as they drove past the various buildings and bright lights, other people walking on the streets. Before long, they were pulling up in the parking lot of a small apartment building, fortunately empty for the moment. Alright....here...cover up with this... Rick slipped off his jacket, handing it to Illiyana, before getting out of the car and walking around to open her door and letting her out. Let's go up to my apartment ok? He held his hand out and smiled, glad they had been lucky enough to get here when nobody was around.
Thread: Lover from the sky  (yaiocest x CutePhoenix)

Illiyana took the jacket and just draped it over her head, but could still see before smiling as she took his hand. His pheramones had basically taken full effect on her at this point. Only reason she didn't jump him now is that her kind were.....sorta picky about where they mated. They, all they really needed was a warm, comfy place.
Thread: Lover from the sky  (yaiocest x CutePhoenix)

Rick squeezed her hand slightly as she got out of the car, returning her smile and heading into the building, moving quickly up the stairs to his little apartment and opening the door, leading directly into his living room, a nice little kitchen off the side. Well....this is home. It's not much but.... He smiled, headed for one of the doors, opening it up into his small bedroom. This is the bedroom, you can stay in here and I'll sleep on the couch ok? He looked up at her and smiled again, that odd feeling of warmth returning, stronger than before.
Thread: Lover from the sky  (yaiocest x CutePhoenix)

Illiyana followed him and looked around when they got inside. After he spoke, she dropped the jacket off her body and began taking steps towards him. Her scales were slowly receding, until finally they dissapeared entirely, leaving her looking like any sexy nude female...........but with wings and the small scales on her face. The look in her eye made it obvious what she wanted.
Thread: Lover from the sky  (yaiocest x CutePhoenix)

Hm? Rick blinked as she started moving closer to him, the jacket dropping away. Umm....Illiyana...? Are you.....alright.... His voice trailed off into a mumble as he watched the scales slowly receeding and finally vanishing altogether. I....you.... His eyes were fixed on her body, mouth hanging open as he stared. Oh god he had never seen anything so sexy.....and the reaction between his legs made it obvious he liked what he saw, the bulge in his pants more than visible to her. I.....I.....maybe we um....are you sure you....
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Thread: To the Last Syllable (Mr. M & Bathos)

The man's voice was deep and resonant, but sounded bored, if anything. It certainly didn't sound upset, or angry, or any of that. There was a tiny bit of sibilance, due to the teeth he was carefully keeping behind his lips, but it was barely noticeable. What you should not do, he began, are the following panic, freak out, run for an exit, or start crying. He turned a page to let that sink in. I assure you, you're perfectly safe, you can leave anytime you like, you shall not be harmed as long as I have anything to say about it. I shouldn't have to remind you it's not wise to run out into a strange neighborhood this far down. He paused, reading, and let her compose herself a little. He could hear the faint thump of her pulse, smell the fear sluicing off her skin, and the hormones and chemicals made him a little edgy, but he clamped down control on his will, and stayed still. The novel helped he'd always liked Poe. When it seemed she'd gotten a little more control over herself, he continued before she had a chance to speak again, figuring it would be only babble, and he knew what she was going to ask, anyway. I witnessed you fall from the travel lanes above. You landed in the middle of the street, unconscious. While I'm sure you're disoriented by your whole experience, I am equally sure you wouldn't have wanted someone to leave you lying there. We know there's worse than me around, and your public landing would not have deterred them long. I had a safe place for you to recover, and despite my appearance, I clearly have not taken advantage. He turned another page, pausing to let that sink in. You no doubt have questions, the first of which is likely to be how you get out of here. I'll take you, I'll even take you back to where you fell, if that's what you want, but let's have the rest of our discussion in privacy first, shall we? He reached the end of the poem and closed the book with an abrupt clap. So, if we cut through the tiresome questions about your safety and your means to escape, and I offer all the usual assurances, et cetera, et cetera, so forth... can we find out what else you'd like to know? His eyes flicked to her, and she caught sight of them for the first time. Slitted like a cat's, and bright yellow like the wolves in the zoo she'd seen once. The face around them, while a little distorted, was as expressive as any human face, however, and the expression seemed... complex. A little exasperated, a little tired, but also a little excited, under all the bluster. He didn't rise, he didn't even move the book much after he closed it, he just looked at her and waited for her to ask.
Thread: To the Last Syllable (Mr. M & Bathos)

Lyla's hand paused mid-task when the - man - began to speak. She noted idly that it wasn't the feral growl she had expected. It should also be noted that she was fully prepared to ignore it politely. His voice was actually sort of pleasant, rumbling out surprisingly articulate speech like an upper level politico. It was just too bad for him that he was sort of an ass. Every time it seemed he might be finished speaking, Lyla would open her mouth to respond with such snappy rejoinders as, ' You actually think I'm going to cry? ' And then, ' Now look here, you don't need to remind me of anything, asshole! ' Only, she didn't get to say any of those things, because she was repeatedly interrupted by his lecture. As if she were a child. And, all right, it was a little reassuring to hear him say she wasn't his captive not that she was buying it 100, and she certainly wasn't swallowing the whole chivalry angle he was trying to feed her, but it was ... nice. Her pulse slowly normalized, her breathing evened, and she put down the book. She sat there on her knees, in relative silence, for a long time as she processed all he'd said, swishing it around in her head and examining it from every angle. He thought she'd have questions. Questions about what? She'd fallen, he'd scooped her up and dragged her back to his--she cast a dubious eye around the structure--lair, and now he'd take her home. Seemed pretty simple, except for the part where she was supposed to be dead. Her blue eyes narrowed on his yellow ones, her expression gone suspicious. And it wasn't that she needed to catch her breath when she met his eyes. Not exactly. It was just that they were a shock to her, the way they held both keen intellect and something primal and ferocious. It was unsettling and that was all. Okay, buddy. You're saying I fell from level four to the surface, landed in the street , and all I have to show for it is a massively inconvenient migraine? That's ridiculous. I should be in, like, pieces now. Little, mushy pieces. She canted her head to the side, considering. Did you catch me or something?
Thread: To the Last Syllable (Mr. M & Bathos)

He tilted his head and raised his monobrow. Interesting. Yes, you should be in pieces, and no, I didn't catch you. I did witness your descent there was a rain of datacards that drew my attention, mine and the rest of the street, So I can tell you what I saw. And I even have a theory. However, I don't know that you're going to believe me even then. He proceeded to describe what he had seen, from the bending of signs and dragging on the hovercars, to the gentle touch-down. It was an amazing thing to see... but I have to admit, it wasn't entirely unprecedented. He had moved to face her more directly, sitting with his legs crossed on the floor, looking up at her. He steepled his fingers and gazed at her over the tops of them. I used to know a man who could control his falls like that. And more, as time went on. He was unusual. And by that I mean he had a special power, a mutation. Not all mutations result in obvious deformities more and more, they take the form of what they used to call psionics. I'm sure you've seen holos, maybe read stories where the characters had mental powers. That kind of thing has been around as long as there's been fiction, and it's because it's based on something real. Once upon a time, the possibility was thought to be the next stage of human evolution. But honestly, I think it's just another mutation. He tipped his head forward, looking at her out of the tops of his eyes. A mutation that saved your life, which manifested for the first time when it absolutely had to, when you had no other means of surviving. It was like flexing a muscle you never knew you had, causing a muscle strain from the first time it was ever used. Thus, your headache. He smiled without showing his teeth, and the corners of his eyes crinkled. Welcome to the Freak Legion, young woman.
Thread: To the Last Syllable (Mr. M & Bathos)

Lyla stared at the throwback for a long stretch of silence, scarcely blinking as she waited for him to give any indication that he was lying, or playing around, or generally messing with her head. She stared until she felt faintly ridiculous, and then she stared a little longer. An angry red blush spread like a stain across her pale cheeks, and her lips pressed down into a thin, pale line. Her jaw quivered, too, as she was clenching her teeth together painfully. He was calling her a mutant. A freak. Like him, but in prettier packaging, was essentially what he was saying, and her blood ran a little colder at the very implication. She had mind powers , he said, like in the holos. She was a dark smudge on the human gene pool, bound to end up on the surface like him, scraping by on a meaningless existence, surrounded by dusty old books and stupid songs that were-- Would you shut that crap off ? she suddenly bellowed and swung blindly at the record player. It jostled and skipped--she hadn't knocked it very hard--but the singer went on crooning, unaffected by her little outburst. She got to her feet, clapping her hands together to rid them of filth. You are either a liar, in which case I don't like you and wish for you to take me home. Or you're crazy and you have my deepest condolences and I want you to take me home. Right. Now. To accentuate the likeness between herself and a small child in the the throes of a tantrum, she folded her arms and set her jaw stubbornly. She wasn't a mutant or a member of the Freak Legion or whatever this jackass wanted to call it, and she was going to prove it by moving on from this moment and never thinking of it again.
Thread: To the Last Syllable (Mr. M & Bathos)

In the split second she looked away to swipe at the record player, he came to his feet, moving instantly from a relaxed inoffensiveness to a restrained explosive tension. As she continued, undeterred, playing out her tantrum, he fought his reflexive reaction back, forcing himself to relax. When she was done, he nodded, setting his jaw, and strode past her to the player. Have a care, he said, lifting away the needle then picking up the record and angling it to the lantern to check the vinyl for scratches. This is hundreds of years old and the last of its kind. I haven't been able to find some of these songs on the net, so this may be the only recording. It would be a shame if your bad temper destroyed a piece of human history forever. Satisfied the record wasn't damaged, he slipped it back into its sleeve and leaned it carefully against the wall with several others. Then he walked past her again to his outerwear. He stared at her while slipping on the coat, and the unblinking nature of his gaze would have made just about anyone feel like they were little more than prey, even though his face was otherwise impassive. I suppose I shouldn't have let my sentimentality rule the day, he finally said as he put on the hat and held the mask. Serves me right for thinking you could have used a little help. Well. There's a public staircase over on the next block, but if you want a public elevator, the nearest working one is a good three blocks away, last I knew. He went to the lantern, picked it up, and carried it toward the archway, gesturing to her to follow. In either case, you ought to stick close to me until we get there the entire reason this area is moderately safe for me is because it's completely dangerous for everyone else. It's night, now, not that you would normally notice down here, but it does mean the streets will be mostly deserted. There had been a large number of books in the otherwise-empty room she had woken up in. As he went through the archway into the other chamber on his way to the front door, the lantern illuminated vast stacks of books, higher than either of them was tall, piled against the walls, their spines out for easy reference. A rickety table held more books and some albums, as well as some digging tools still gritty from their last use. Though he did not explain, this was his library storage place and staging area for his archeological explorations, digging into the landfill sites beneath the foundations of this and other blocks, finding treasures still remarkably preserved centuries after being discarded. It was not his home, though it was safe enough for habitation. But she didn't need to know that. His mind turned to the task ahead focus on getting her the hell out of here , he thought. If she wants to deny who she is, that's her problem at least she has the choice. Get her out, get back to your life, move on and never think of it again .
Thread: To the Last Syllable (Mr. M & Bathos)

Lyla pulled an irritated face, ignoring for now the tingle that took up brief residence at the base of her skull. Again, with the lecturing. She'd barely tapped the stupid whatever the hell he was so uptight about. And anyway, it looked primitive enough that a toddler could construct one out of play blocks. How precious could it really be? And the condescension just kept coming. The voice she'd at first thought deep and not at all unpleasant was quickly starting to grate on her nerves. Shouldn't have let my sentimentality rule the day , he said. She couldn't figure out if the guy was a mutant or a robot. Even Dr. Halford knew when to dumb down the lingo for common folk. She followed the throwback through the archway, an exasperated sigh on her lips before she caught sight of her surroundings. Her breath caught in her throat, shocked into momentary stillness by the sheer number of ancient tomes stacked all around her. Of course, it was only a second later that she remembered herself, and recalled that this guy was probably a little bit insane and had nothing better to do with his time than stack books, likely gibbering to himself as he bestowed manically tender care upon his useless artifacts. He probably even thought they were his children or something. She almost indulged in a pang of sympathy for him, and would have if not for his priggishness. She followed the throwback through his musty old lair and out onto the surface level, where she gave a moment's hesitation. It was dark and empty down here, war-torn and desolate and even the shadows were menacing. It wasn't exactly quiet--there were sounds from above as well as the echoes of activity several blocks away--but it was empty . And she'd thought the crowds were unsettling. She puffed up a little and shot the throwback a hard look, but found herself gawking dumbly at him instead. He was dressed like a Phoba , all buttoned up with gloves and one of those ridiculous masks with the internalized air filter. But she'd seen his home, seen the dust and the blankets over the windows instead of sealed plastic flaps. He wasn't afraid of germs and she knew it. It was a disguise. Lyla was suddenly burning with curiosity. Were all Phobas actually mutants in disguise? Or, if not, was it at least common? Was there a mutant newsletter or something, so they could all bone up on the latest tricks for eluding the people who wanted them wiped off the map? Her own curiosity annoyed her. She didn't want anything from this guy, and that went especially for more lectures. So instead, she squared her shoulders and said stiffly, Get me to the stairs and I'll be fine from there.
Thread: To the Last Syllable (Mr. M & Bathos)

The solitude of the night didn't bother him he knew he was the top predator around, and so did everyone else in the area. But he didn't usually travel with someone to protect, either. If the dogs scented a helpless kitten, they might risk the ire of the angry wolf to get a nibble. So he had to be more cautious than usual. He led her up the street, hugging the buildings. This is a situation where the catwalks would have been a safer transit, but the bridge over the cross-street had fallen out some years ago the wreckage was still piled up on the corner, the bits too small to bother hauling to the recyclecenter for a few credits. So it would not have been worth the time to climb up and back down, just to walk to the end of the block. He moved at a walking pace and paused at every louder sound until he could identify it. The whole street was pretty deserted, just rats and feral pets battling for scraps, but he wanted to be sure. When they approached the cross-street, it was a little better there was a holobooth emporium on the corner, and an all-night convenience store next to the broad, solid-girder winding stairs that led laboriously up the side of the building, up to the highest public platforms and walkways this block had. This was one of the major vertical arteries for those who didn't want to spend money on a cab or a float-bus or couldn't find a powered elevator. It got more activity between mid-level floors this far down, at this time of night, there wasn't any reason for people to use it -- it's not like anybody was going anywhere. He led her to the entrance, right to the periphery of the bright security lights and the cameras the stairs were about the only place that got their lights replaced regularly, where he turned and regarded her, his plastic and glass face impassive as only a rigid mask can be. Here. I wish you luck. May your life be long and normal, he said quietly, trying to keep a note of bitterness out of his voice on that last part. He gestured to the stairs, waiting around to see her on her way safely. He was taking this seriously, as he'd promised to.