Thread: Another Universe, Another Timeline. Our future, Our past. (YourFavoriteSenpai and Proxy Zero)

Vigil went towards the kitchen, donning an apron around his waist. Chef Vigil. Ethan smiled. Need my help again Vigil? Vigil shook his head, I could do this right. It's only rice, what's the worst that can go wrong. A few minutes later So here's how to cook rice. Prince Alheim stood inside of his dorm room kitchen. First boil water, then add a teaspoon of salt. Then place it in a large sauce pan. He looked over to his sister. What's next again? A small hint of chatter from a female voice can be heard off screen. Oh thank you El. Alright, pour in your rice and stir once, just to separate the rice. The pot began to sizzle from the bubbling water. Cover the pot and let it simmer. It should take about.... eighteen minutes. After eighteen minutes, a timer was heard. Hold on.... I'm coming back! Alright, so once eighteen minutes pass, pull off the top and let the rice steam for five minutes. In the background, a dire wolf was running through the living room with panties in its mouth while being chased by a neko girl with a sword in her hand. Stop! Desist! I'll slay you if you don't stop it Zere1 The wolf laughed, Anata no chsana ashi wa oitsuku koto ga dekimasen. Vari sighed, facepalming. Zere! No one can understand you. Anyways, once the rice is steamed, fluff it with a fork. Ethan looked over at Vigil. First of all... The rice looks good. Second thing, WHERE THE HELL DID YOU FIND THESE PEOPLE VIGIL?! Vigil turned on the stove, placing the pot on top. I found them where others find people like them. The internet. Lets see here.... The water isn't boiling. Maybe it needs something more. He walked over to his closet before coming out with a miniature flamethrower. This should help rush the process. Ethan ran over to him. VIGIL! IT'LL RUSH THE PROCESS OF OUR DEATH. The flamethrower ignited, aimed at the pot. And the cooling too. Don't forget about it Ethan. I always get the job done' no matter the means. If I have to go overboard then so be it. Ethan hid behind a wall, holding a bucket of water. Why can't I be contracted to a normal person... The foreplay wasn't just additional to any adult act, it was necessary. As necessary as food is to a person, without the other, should it be even considered the act of sex at all. Nev showered her chest with kisses as his hands massages her ass and her thighs. He left nothing to the cold, warming each part of her with his bare skin. Every inch of her was a canvas, waiting to be treated like a waiting art piece. His hands, his mouth, his skin. All of it was his brush. It was an art tool used to turn her body into art. At least, it always felt that way to him. The artist of the body, the connoisseur of curves, the gentleman of genitals, the professor of private places. Humorous he thought, but those words were accurate representations regardless of context. He was the guy who loved it, any time they had free, it always remained as a thought in his mind. Being with her was a dream, and this was his fantasy. His crotch grew from her touch. The shaft was hot, rubbing against her own hand and the fabric. Standing tall, it was confined by the lack of space within his pants awaiting to be released. He needed more. He knew what was going to happen next, and his member was an indicator of his excitement. He was more than excited, he was ecstatic. His lips wen't back to her own, intermingling with her lips. His hands driven into her jumpsuit, graciously greeting her second pair of lips with a massage. If she was going to touch him there, then her was more than inclined to share the favor. It was taking a while. A really long while. Nearby, Fang laid on the couch. Although he was intelligent for a sentient Inu beast, he still lacked the concept of time. For him, this game always took years to complete. His eyes shuttered before remaining close, only being matched with his cute little snores. He snuggled against the blanket on the couch, the same one that Fenn used earlier. It gave him peace to know that his master was safe and happy. Not much of anything else can make him feel this way. The only ones who can make him feel any happier are Roslyn and Setton. Those were the two girls he cared about most, then underneath them were his family, then all of his friends. That didn't make them low in priority, for all of them, he was more than willing to risk his life. That's his motivation, that's his goal. All he wanted to do was protect them, everyone he cared about.