Thread: Beyond the Skies [--+Hahvoc Requiem+--, H a r r i e t, TakodaVega]

Switch Maltrese She laughed. She actually laughed and it sounded like chiming little bells- a beautiful and amused melody that spilled from her lips. She never laughed. She did give a chuckle or two, but she had never fully laughed before. Until now. She heard chairs shuffle and move and she felt stares all over her, but she didn't care. THAT had been hysterical. She actually had to wipe her eyes. But it wasn't long before her laughter started to die down and she also left the room, leaving Howl to fend for himself with a dazed look on his face. She was still letting out little notes of laughter as she exited the Gallery, muttering how fantastic it all was. Howl Hatter Sometimes, Howl did know that his antics would get him into trouble. But it was just too fun not to miss an opportunity. When Jasna had pulled down her shirt just enough to tease him, he felt all manner of thought leave him. He was entranced by the delight of seeing her globes of femininity and perfection just ripe for the taking. However, for all his ogling, he definitely should have seen that punch coming as it hit him square in the jaw. He mostly reeled away from the surprise of it. It hardly hurt, but he was still blinking and touching his face like an idiot when he heard Switch laugh and mutter something about wandering eyes. He rubbed his jaw and watched as Jasna walked off with irritation present in her swaying gait. He would not be deterred from having some of that sweet ass under his hands. Adjusting his armor and gloves, he followed silent as the grave behind his goddess, tracking her every move. He knew where she was going, she was a creature of habit. He was casual about his pursuit, making sure none of the others could tell what he was up to. He had swiped one of Switch's unique cigarettes and was taking a slow drag, watching the colors change on the exhale. They were truly marvelous little things and definitely made one calm and focused. No wonder Switch had been smoking up a storm- her being uncomfortable was a human's version of going insane. She felt out of her element- which was never a good thing. But he knew she was a very strong person with a strong will. She had been through too much shit to not be that way. Being of Royal blood was probably the hardest on her. Thankfully, no one was looking to take her out since she was just a half-breed and they couldn't take the throne. Even if she could, her family bred like rabies-infected rabbits. Spying his red-haired charge, Howl took up post outside her quarters, her door closed but not locked. He didn't need it to be locked or even open. Her mind was a bit chaotic and open to his whims. It was easy to start fucking around in there. Slowly, he had a lullaby playing in her mind, just softly- something he did for her every night to help her sleep. It would sound familiar to her, though she had never heard it outside of her dreams. It was a song Switch had sung to him every night after she had rescued him from the brink of death. It was a soft tune, a soothing tune, a sorrowfully beautiful tune filled with longing. His own eyes were closed as the beats played out like a dream. He needed her guard down just a little bit more before he could get what he wanted. He just needed her to focus on the song and not on her irritation. There! She was starting to nod off into sleep. He could feel her muscles loosening up as she started to hum quietly. Perfect. And now, my dear goddess. Lets unravel some of those fantasies... At first, she seemed to resist the pulls of sleep but then her eyes drooped before she snapped awake. But she wasn't really awake, she was not in his illusion. He portrayed himself walking into her room while she ranted at him before he lifted her from her seat and into his fiery embrace and kiss. She fought before she melted, her fantasy playing out from what he could discern from her innermost thoughts. He grinned to himself, thinking how naughty she really was. It allowed him time to slip into her room and sit across from her while he smoked his cigarette. In the dream, he ravished her mouth, dominating her until she was practically demanding he give her more. She wanted more, did she? He pulled on her shirt until he popped off the buttons and exposed her luscious tits and he palmed them, stroking his thumbs over the diamond-hard points. Her face blossomed into pleasure and delight while his own showed his triumph. But he wasn't giving her enough, it seemed. Real Howl raised his brows as he watched her push Illusion Howl back against the cabin wall and remove his belts before working on unzipping and unbuttoning his pants. He actually looked down at her in shock. You little vixen! What do you think you are doing down there? But both Howls didn't get an answer before Illusion Howl let out a harsh gasp from her grabbing onto his cock and tugging it free from its restrictive clothing. His erection bobbed in front of her mouth, long and thick and hard, knowing that was how she pictured it- and she wasn't that far off the mark. He was actually impressed. Real Howl felt his pants get a little bit too tight and it wasn't even his fantasy. Jasna seemed to have taken control of her fantasy- and him- as she wet her lips, making them appear bigger and more red. They definitely appeared to be able to do what he hoped she was going to do. It was all over her face as she looked up at him before sucking his cock right in between those 'fuck me' lips. Her sweet moan made both Howls grin before he let go of the illusion- as much as it pained him to know she would wake up almost instantly from the release.