Thread: Gratitude and Fate (Hareem × Tiberius)

The two waited, watching through the window as he sat and was absorbed by his classes. Their target gave them no indications, no signs of preference as they watched from afar, stealing his ideas and illusion-thoughts through magic most hidden. Through this, they watched, waiting, waiting still. Leona was wisest, as was her sacred animal to Moschi's, though he had better wit. The distinction wasn't strong, no more at least then grey skies and gray eyes, but it played out in implication. Moschi had command, respect - Leona however dropped her mission time after time, listening to the words of the teachers, explaining in simple terms what she knew through instinct. In a few words, he had focus, she had vision. Or at least, found herself distracted. Class ended and they followed him to his next place, albeit at Leona's protests. Again, she found herself fascinated, while Moschi watched Ren for any idle thoughts. Again, the routine, and again until classes were over. The two watched Ren as the rest of the school began to empty. Perhaps... Leona, if there's a way around it all... To hide? To know. Be done with this. He's a mortal - isn't it beneath us? He a good mortal. And you want to taste him as much as I. Right, Leona... Just... he doesn't seem to focus on either of us but both. Perhaps that's what he wants. So... do you trust me? Trust isn't the word. Do you know his next plans, Moschi? What do you mean? Where is he going next? It seems he wants some advice on a concept. If he doesn't make it to the vehicle, he'll wend his way home. Good. And maybe I can teach a deer a thing or two about hiding. Come. Again the pair took on human forms, she leading him to a spot she found best. Moschi knew his route but along the way she found the best spot to hide away, to hide from her prey, and disturb no one else. A dark hallway, abandoned, no classes nearby. Overhead, a rough, leaving the view only discernible through black and grey. Even that, only at a specific place, a point only Ren would walk through. C'mon... She led Moschi by the hand, but he knew nothing of her plans. There was a beam in the middle next to raised ground, something for safety, that she leaned him over, head down, arms across the bars. She embraced him from behind, rubbing him, kissing him, biting an ear, turning him on for when the time was right. Moschi found himself flushed. Certainly more aroused than he felt he should be. And that was precisely her plan she had him, paralyzed like prey caught by a lioness, right in her hands. Still in the position, she reached down, again rubbing at the bulge in his pants, until slowly she she pulled them down to the ground. He was actually well made as a human. His body was rendered without hair, his skin smooth and good. His length was respectable too. She grabbed him, reaching around, teasing the tip out, bringing him to his fullest hardness. She began to rub him, pumping his manhood, waiting until Ren caught them, all while holding Moschi still. Despite his skin, he was somehow redder in the face. The act was greatly pleasing unexpectedly so. He was already a bit wet by the time Ren caught them, though he paid the sight no attention. Only Leona looked to Ren, but turned away, hiding her acknowledgement of him. Certainly, it was all in her hands - something about how she had Moschi left him head down, focusing only on his own rising pleasure. Back and forth, back and forth, and eventually, he came, dripping a healthy amount of white from his exposed manhood.