Raphe is sitting under one of the larger trees, he is mostly obscured by the dense brush, and his dark clothing and hair coloring help to hide him a bit. He is sitting with his back to the tree, his forehead resting on his bent knees, and his arms clasped around his bent legs. His tail is curled around his legs, and he appears to either be sleeping, or resting.

Sigurd_Harcourt is wandering through, really. Searching... for someone. Something. What it is, isn't anything that is immediately obvious. At least there isn't a tail to step on or anything like that, but he does close to that tree that you are currently under. Still, he doesn't see you just yet, brows furrowing, one hidden behind an eye patch, as he scans the surrounding area.

Raphe startles in his light sleep. He may have been a palace pet, but he still possesses a few innate traits of his feline form, he quickly lifts his head up, and sees at his eye level, the glossy white boots of a man and a uniform he does not recognize immediately. He slowly travels his gaze upward and eyes the tall, muscular form. Authority figure. That oozes out of this person, and then he spies the whip. OVERSEER! Slave trader or Hunter! Before he can think, a terrified cry escapes from his mouth. He quickly stifles more sound, but it is too late, his location is no doubt revealed now.

Sigurd_Harcourt just pauses at the cry, empathy nearly overwhelmed by the fear that suddenly lashed out as good as whip stroke. It causes him to wince, for he had been searching for someone else.... now, he's just got a big headache. That one good eye wincing shut, Sigurd makes his way over to where the cry came from, pausing just a moment when he sees you. Normally, most people in this world must be just as startled when they see a cat-person.... but not this one. After all, his helmsman is part dolphin. "I'm sorry.... did I startle you? Gomen.... I was just...." A pause. "Looking for a friend." Which is partly true... and only partly because he had to sneak away from home to do it. Just best that no one knows about it at all.

Raphe just startles, mouth slightly agape at the tall man, his heart his pounding in his chest, and his eyes flicker over the uniform, searching for the house crest he bears. He blinks his large green eyes several times, and can only register that the coat of arms of Sabantai are not present. This still does not alleviate all the fear he is feeling. He swallows nervously, and then glances around for an escape route.

Sigurd_Harcourt pauses at the sudden glancing around, the fear and worry that one might have been caught.... and he pauses. It's enough to cause him to back up a pace... but only that. You shouldn't be left out here, as far as he knows, if you're that worried that someone's going to find you. "Ne.... do you have somewhere you can go?" Not that he's heading home just yet... but then again, neither does his brother know he's got an apartment away from the madness that is the warehouse. Gotta have some peace and quiet! "..... Did someone hurt you?" The last comes out quietly, something he knows all too well, even if it doesn't show now.

Raphe blinks several times, trying to get his mind to unlock, he formulates a story, a plan. "I... I am lost. I have lost my master..." he says in a very low, moderated tone of voice, looking down out of deference to the one of higher station. "I am not sure where his palace is, nor where I am sir." he says again in a buttery soft, quiet tone of voice.

A plan? Nothing Sigurd would think about, really, especially from someone else. He takes your story as it is, though he shakes his head slowly at one point. Which? When you look down. "Chotto matte.... you don't need to look down when speaking to me. I won't have my crew do it... and certainly not a stranger." The touch is brief, however, even as the man leans back on his haunches, taking in the story. "I'm sorry.... but I can't say that I've heard of a castle like that... nor anyone that was missing...." Master? Now that he doesn't like the sound of.... but he's been there. Sort of.

Raphe nods slowly, then looks up at you again, he takes a deep breath, and sits up a bit from his hunched position. "I am quite sure I am displaced." he offers. "Nothing I have seen of this realm or it's denizens look familiar to me. The last thing I recall of my home world..." he pauses, and the horrible image of that last memory sears across his mind. The dungeon, the firebrands, the smell of death and fear, the sound of his Master's footsteps on the stairs, then an explosion, and RED! He blinks, a tremor running thorough him, and he forces out the end of the sentence, "I... was in my masters Palace." he says simply, and truthfully enough. Overseers can always tell if you are lying. They ALWAYS know.

Sigurd_Harcourt pauses just a bit at that -- the emotions that seem to flow over you, before he does something that is probably odd for you. He.... sits. Just like that. Doesn't matter that you think he's an Overseer or what. He's tired, searching these woods for any sign of... someone. Hasn't seen that person, but he's come across someone just as intriguing. "Well, one thing I don't think you have to worry about here is slavery. They don't seem to believe it it, here. You're lucky." A soft smile is flashed, briefly, even as Sigurd sits back on his hands, watching you carefully. "Gomen.... are you hungry? I meant to ask earlier, but...."

Raphe looks at you in wonder as you sit down near him on the forest ground. He ponders all that you have said, and mulls it over before answering again. "They... don't have pets here?" he asks. He has been bred and programmed to understand his lot in life is NOT slavery, but service to the nobility. He then considers your question, and realizing it is rude to answer a question with one, he says, "I am a bit hungry, yes. However, it is not your responsibility to look after me sir." he says again in that quiet, polite tone.

Well, it's better than standing over you. Height can be an intimidating thing, and for someone that is over six foot, he knows that all too well. "Not the way you explain it, no. Such things... actions, would have to be between people who consent to it. If you don't want to do it, then you don't have to. If someone insists... then it is their fault, and they will answer for it, not you for saying no." And just has hurt you, lil neko, to be even worrying about someone having pets? "Well, I'm wrong. People here do have pets... but no one as evolved as you." He motions to a little girl toward the edge of the park, a small dog nipping at her heels. "That is the sort of pets they have. Not people." There's a pause as you say that you are not his concern, before he snorts. "If I did that all the time, I wouldn't talk to anyone." He pauses, pushing his pack toward you. "Here. Actually, it's really good. Sushi, I think they called it."

Raphe listens to you, and you sense a bit of ease coming over him, and a bit of trust forming, slowly. He looks at the others enjoying the park that day, and nods, "I have seen those sorts of pets on my home world as well." he pauses, looking down briefly, a bit of a blush crosses his face. "I was a pet not meant to fetch and lap cuddle..." he says. He seems lost in thought again for a moment, then looks curiously at the package you move towards him. He leans forward and gives it a sniff, "Fish... it smells like fish." he says with a soft smile. The end of his tail gives a twitch in delight, it being a visible indicator to his mood when he masks it from his face. "Will you join me in the repast?" he says with a soft grin, showing fanged upper and lower teeth as well as flat molars and bicuspids.

Sigurd_Harcourt watches as that ease comes back, though he doesn't push it any further that what has already formed. A bit at a time, it seems, even as he leans back against the tree now. "Really?" That said about the normal pets that are around here. The latter causes a brow to rise, to watch you carefully, before he nods just once. "That sort of ownership you don't have to worry about... unless you want to." He means that, even as he watches you quietly. "I can't see why not on the lap cuddling, though." You'd do a good job, he's sure of, though when you notice that the ones he has smell like fish, her nods. "All sorts." Tail twitching? That's just... adorable. Not said, but he does join you, pulling out the tray that he brought with him, letting you have your pick first. "Have as many as you like, all right?"

Raphe looks up at you with a playful grin, and a bit of mirthful pride comes from him, just briefly as he says, "I was quite good at lap cuddling." he grins, then recalling proper decorum, he drops the prideful grin, and with another twitch, and lash of his long tail, he selects three or four pieces of the sushi, and tosses them down his throat one by one. He chews them quickly, then licks his paw fingers with a grin. "Delicious..." he says, a purr starting in his chest.

Sigurd_Harcourt only takes a couple of pieces for himself, that one eye shutting as he contemplates. Oh, he saw that mirthful grin, but what he does about the lap cuddling comment is rather strange, perhaps. "I don't doubt it," is given softly, that one eye opening to look sidelong at the the neko-kun. Long legs pulled back in for the moment, he eats one of those pieces, before adding, "Yeah. Probably one of the better things I found out about this world." Everything else... well.... he can forget about it. He'd like to. Present company excluded. "So... have you been hiding out here all this... time?" He pauses as he hears footsteps... people?

Raphe looks up, again a bit startled as the two new persons enter the glen. Danger assessment from the two is low. Females. He puts on a brave smile, and swishes his tail a bit from side to side, giving them each a pleasant grin. "Good afternoon," he says in a soft voice, then just as quickly as they arrived, the girls leave. Shrugging, and smiling at his new friend, he reaches forward for another piece of the sushi, and it is quickly devoured. "Hai... I have been staying here in the woods since my arrival, three nights ago." his voice drops off a bit. "I must admit, I am not well conditioned for outdoor living..." he says with a shrug.

Sigurd_Harcourt watches as the girls go, remaining quiet for the nonce, until they continue on. On some levels, the man simply isn't friendly, and there are some masks he is more than willing to keep. Once they're gone, however, he tugs off that short jacket, leaving it to rest on the ground, even as he continues to chew on some sushi. "Then you shouldn't remain outside. It's dangerous for those not used to it." He pauses, thinking on the matter for a moment, before he adds, "I do have a hotel room. It's got an extra bed if you want it." After what you just described? You sound like you need the space to yourself, if you can get it. "What do you say? At least as long as I'm out here... which will be for a little while?"

Raphe looks up at you, as he has a piece of food in his paw, halfway to his mouth, his ears rotate forward, interested in your assessment of his inability to survive in the wild, then when you offer him a place to stay, he slows in his chewing of the food, then ears laying down a bit, he says, "I ... I would be very grateful for such another generous offer." he says at last, his gaze slowly rising to meet yours again. "I would be there while you are gone? Then when you return to your rooms we.. err I would..." he stops there, unsure of what to say next.

There is a want to blow on one of those ears -- know how a cat ear twitches in response? He really should stop thinking about stuff like that. It's an absent thought that moves across Sigurd's mind, but nothing that he keeps for the moment. Instead, he watches your reaction to his offer. He hadn't meant it as a put down to your abilities of surviving out here.... but why do so when there is another offer? Sigurd shakes his head as your thought breaks off, of possibly leaving when he returns. "Knowing my luck, you'll be asleep when I get back. And I see no need to wake you. We can share it, if you like."

Raphe looks at you, a bit perplexed in the sleeping arrangements, but he will let you take the lead, new land and all. He smiles at you again, this is a pleased, warm grin, and brushing his paws against themselves, to shake the rice and dust off, he languidly rises to his feet, tail swirling around behind him in nervous anticipation of what will come next. He moves his glance away from the whip on your hip. The fact that it looks quite new and unused relieves a bit of his apprehension. "After you?" he says with a twitch of his ears.

The Crimson Room

Room 2. The Crimson room. And so it is. The curtains, the carpet, the walls, the sheets. Everything is a deep shade of red. There is a large king sized bed with satiny sheets and lost of pillows on it. There is a mahogany table and chairs in a space near some curtained windows, in case the occupants should want to have a sunset dinner and a large TV and couch in another part of the room, as well as a small fridge for drinks. At the other corner is a door leading to the bathroom which has standard toilet, sink and a large shower, complete with massage shower head.

New whip, new everything really, save for the outfit he wears -- most of it was lost when he fell into this strange world. He doesn't care too much about it, though, but he takes in the tail twirling for what it is. "Calm down. It's actually a nice room." He leads you off, taking you though many streets and pathways, before he come to the hotel. It's only when getting you there and closing the door behind the two of you that he finally speaks. "Here we are. Hrm." There's a pause as he glances at the bed, before he shrugs. "Could have sworn she said there was two beds... ah well. You don't mind sharing, do you?" He pauses, sitting on the bed, before tugging at those long boots of his.

Raphe was busy looking around the room, taking in the opulence and mentally comparing it to what he has known before, he is lost in thought as you ask your question, and nodding, almost absentmindedly, he replies, "Yes, that will be fine Sir." he then blinks out of his deep thoughts, and sees you struggling with your boots. He immediately rushes to kneel on the floor before you, and aids you in their removal, grasping them by the heel and pulling in just the right way. He seems quite skilled at this.

Sigurd_Harcourt has never slept in a room this opulent, truth be told. Living in the military as a teenager, and as a pirate later on.... it doesn't leave much in the way of having a nice room to live in. Still, it was his, and it was certainly not anything he could complain about. The fact that the room has caught your attention at least lets him know you'll be comfortable here, but the man nearly falls over when you grab his boot. He wasn't expecting that, nor just how easily it pops off. "You... didn't have to do that, you know," is given softly, even as he begins at the other boot. "You're free to stay here... no strings...."

Raphe easily removes both boots, and sets them beside each other at the foot of the massive bed upon which you sit. He looks up at you demurely, his green eyes shining through strands of his ebony bangs, "I understand sir, you do not need to say anything more on the matter," he says in that quiet, subservient tone of his. He cocks his head to the side, and smiles softly, "Would you like me to draw your bath sir?" he says with a slow blink, waiting for an answer or further instruction.

A hand lifts, even though you are done pulling off his boots, to curl slightly, settling under your chin to make you look at him. "Raphe....." It's given softly, even as Sigurd kneels just a touch to brush his lips against a softly furred cheek. What to say... what to do? Sigurd's not even sure, but what he eventually comes up with will at least help get you a touch more comfortable. "No sirs. Just Sigurd. And you can.... if you'll join me." You've been out alone for three days.... a bath would probably do you quite a bit of good.

Raphe closes his eyes as you gently grip his face in your hand, he almost manages to completely suppresses the reflexive flinch when touched. His heart pounds in his chest from nervousness, then your lips brush so softly against his cheek. This causes a soft mew to sound in his throat, and he begins breathing again. His assumptions were correct, as they always were, but perhaps it would be different this time? "Yes. Sigurd," he says, almost stumbling over the name instead of the formal title he is used to using in addressing others. "I shall join you in the bath if you wish it." he says, then with a nuzzle of his face in your hand, he quickly rises, and goes into the small bathroom, where presently the sound of quickly running water can be heard.

Sigurd_Harcourt didn't want to scare you, but it was the only way he could get your attention. Your soft mewl causes a touch of nervousness, a shiver that escapes down his spine at the sound. Perhaps that assumption was correct... but things certainly won't happen as they did where you came from. He won't allow it. Pulling back, he watches you carefully with that one eyes, a trembling held within his fingers as you nuzzle his hand, before escaping. Watching you leave, he shakes his head ever so slowly, before he pulls off the last of his things. Shorts, shirt..... comfortable once again. The items are folded, to be washed later, but soon enough, he peeks inside. "You all right? .... I didn't mean to scare you, earlier."

Raphe looks up from where he is seating on the edge of the claw footed tub, his long tail is dipped in the filling bath, testing the temperature as the water fills it. He looks up at you, a soft smile on his face, "Do you mean in the park Si... Sigurd?" he says, correcting himself in mid word. He fairly blushes, and gives a weak grin. "It is all right. I tend to frighten easily in new situations." he offers as an excuse. "I am not sure how hot you like your bath. Will this temperature be satisfactory?" he says as he reaches to a shelf and selects some scented oils to add to the water.

Sigurd_Harcourt pauses where he stands, watching you for just a moment, tugging at the holster that helps him keep that whip in place. Soon enough, it's hung on the doorknob, followed by that indigo shirt. "No... actually I just meant back within the other room." There's a pause, even as he steps over to the tub, fingers brushing at the water absently. "Hmm... yes, it's fine." Sigurd only waits a moment longer, before he pulls off the last of his things, before sliding into the water. "If you tell me you're going to help me in here, I'm going to tell you that you have to join me." It sounds joking, but it isn't, even as the man pulls at that eye patch, finally getting it off with a good tug.

Raphe blinks, and you actually HEAR that PIKU noise as he looks at you, then the tub. He doesn't speak, but you can read the uncertainty in his expression. Is he afraid of water? Is he afraid of you? Is he afraid of YOU and the WATER? Is is not easy to know, but with a silent nod, he shimmies out of his simple garb, and with first an easing in of a clawed toe, he slips into the water. He sits facing you at the opposite end of the tub, and leans back gingerly. He then looks up at you, offering a brave, nervous sort of smile. Twitch, twitch go the ears back and forth.

Sigurd_Harcourt uses the water to slick back the silver hair from his face, glancing up at you afterwards with a bit of... apprehension? Doesn't show. What does is that right eye, silvered over and rather dead, though the skin around it looks barely touched. Someone was very lucky. /Very/ lucky, though right now he's wondering if it's going to hold out. It looks like it does as you strip out of that simple garb, and he makes room for you as for finally ease it. He'd say how adorable it is, how it seems that he can't tell which you're worried about more, him or the water... and how much you're trying. "See...? It's not so bad, is it?" There a faint smile, even as he leans forward, to let a finger trace over an ear. "At least, I'd hope not."

Raphe gives a wider, no less nervous smile as he finally sits in the water. It indeed does feel nice, and it isn't the first bath he has had. He watches you as you reach out and touch his ear, he seems apprehensive, but doesn't pull away. He understands the attraction the humans have with the mobile and furry ears. Theirs being stationary and rather un attractive conches of skin and cartilage. "It... is nice. Yes." he says after a fashion, looking down into the water and his paw hands swirling around under the surface near his thighs.

Sigurd_Harcourt continues to touch that ear, keeping his empathy out for anything that might indicate something beyond apprehension. Apprehension... that's good. Being scared out of your wits is another. Those fingers don't remain there long, brushing along your hair, before he finally pulls back. "You're making this seem like a death sentence, neko-kun." It's a soft thing, even as he leans forward once more, fingers brushing against your chest. "But then again, I get the feeling you're used to being outside the tub, helping the person within." There's a slight frown on his features, but it isn't directed at you. Instead, he reaches into the water, cupping a handful, before letting it slide across your chest. "Maybe... I should show you the other end of that, yes?"

Raphe looks at you with ever widening eyes, he is nervous, and his heart is pounding like made. The unknown and unfamiliar make him QUITE nervous. Hard, fast, cruel, and determined are unpleasant, but he KNOWS how to deal with it, how to survive it. The gentle and slow approach is frighteningly strange, and almost as bad. "I... am used to being in a bath with a master..." he says softly, looking down at the water, his fingers nervously meshing and unmeshing. "It is just... your approach that is unusual." he says, then adds quickly, "For me anyway..."

"I see," comes softly, even as Sigurd continues to watch you, his hand eventually coming to rest upon your shoulder. Fast and cruel? Been there. Funny how that was the person that he was looking for.... just as well that they weren't found. The fact that his approach is seeming somewhat frightening, his fingers drift back into your hair, as he shifts slightly. That personal space of yours is about to be invaded, even as he leans almost too close, breath felt against your own lips as he speaks. "I could not do what I first thought. It isn't in me." There's a pause, even as his head tilts against your shoulder, lips brushing at your throat, fur and all. "But that could change.... without the abuse, that is." Think he doesn't know about that?

Raphe closes his eyes, and a shudder runs through his slim form as you touch him again, and move closer yet to him. He does not flee, but his heart is racing, and he wants to stay, but his mind is telling him to run as well. The soft kiss causes him to issue a soft, purring sort of moan from his lips. The fur covering his slim form is so soft and fine, it is almost not there. "I... I am certain I know what it is you desire, sir... I mean Sigurd. It would be perfectly fine for you to do such things.... if you desired." he says in a soft voice, his eyes closed, and his hands resting tensely on his thighs.

Sigurd_Harcourt watches the shuddering with a soft smile -- yes, there are emotions of fear, but the rest... that is what's delighting him. Amorous wouldn't halve explain the man, but it is the former that has him pausing, keeps him from simply doing as his body wants. "Would it be all right? With you, that is. I'm not your master, Neko-kun. Nor will I sit and rule you, making you do what I want." There's a smile as you purr under that kiss, and he gives another, lips moving across your throat, before they glance across your chin. "I don't know where you've come from.... but I refuse to hurt you like that." Like what they've done to you. His body shifts, nearly resting upon your own -- near a height, that isn't hard. "It wasn't my thought in inviting you here, but...." Maybe it is the ears that are so attractive... or the rest of you, too.

Raphe lets out a soft gasp, no chance of mistaking this one as excited nervousness as you lean into him and kiss him again. "It... it would be nice to please you Sigurd..." he says in a soft voice, leaning into the touches you offer him. His hands rise from the warm water, and slip along your slides as he parts his long legs, cradling you between his velvety soft thighs. He arches his back up, pressing his belly to yours, the firmness in his tensing sheath relays the amount of arousal he is feeling as well.

That sound is going to put him on edge, you know that? Or maybe you do. It sounds like it it was something you were bred for. Sigurd would have to say that someone's done a good job of it. Fingers brush through all that hair, letting it fall where it may on the tub, even as he hears your response. It causes his lips to brush against your cheek, even as his free hand moves to your waist, lifting it just above the water. Or trying. Slave or no, it won't be a quick tumble. Nor does he want it that way. Instead, his free hand moves down to that hardened length, stroking absently enough at first, though there is a much more wanton movement to it soon enough. "I can't say I'm upset in hearing that...." He barely gets it out, even as he watches your reactions, teeth just grazing along the width of your jaw.

Raphe arches his back quite easily, he is a cat after all. His dark pink pointed cock is slipping eagerly from the furry sheath at the bottom of his belly, and he moves his hips against yours, contacting you cock to cock. He purrs loudly in his chest, eyes closed now, and he drapes his arms around your massive shoulders, holding on for dear life, for a myriad of reasons. "Sigurd... please.... have me... as you wish..." he pants softy.

Sigurd_Harcourt continues to stroke, unfazed by the fact that your cock seems to come from that furry sheath -- you are catlike, and such being exist in his world. It's a rarity that such paths like that cross... but that's not what he's thinking about. No, instead, his head comes to rest on your shoulder, one eye watching pink and dark shafts mingle, hand embracing them both, before he listens to that purr that seems to make your whole chest vibrate. It's the last words that make him lift his head, that one eye watching you only for a moment more, before his hand goes back to lifting your hips. "Shhh... Raphe... it's okay." Or it will be, even as his pelvic bucks slightly, to press his tip into that furred entrance, groaning just a touch at the tightness. "Gods...." His free hand moves to cup your chin, to lift your face so that he can regard you, even as his hips press his length in further.

Raphe lets a low cry start from his chest, if you've ever heard cats mate, you know the sound. Low, growling and crying at the same time. His mouth falls open as your cock enters him his paw hands clench as your shoulders, and he presses against you with his ass, eager for the fullness of you to be in him. "Oh.. oh..." he cat growls and his cock twitches with the sensation of your penetration and stroking hand.

Sigurd's own voice is lost within that low cry, the soft grunt that makes him pause before entering you fully. Fingers move away from your chin, but not before that open mouth is sealed with a kiss, tongue exploring your rough counterpart, even as that hand moves to your hip. There is no pause in his stroking, fingers moving across that slick pink shaft as his hips press further, allowing him to sink deeper into you. "Raphe..." His voice is strained, never reaching its full range. No commands, nor demands -- there is a need here, plain and simple. One that is met when he enters you to the hilt, before pulling out and delving in once more. "Gods... wonderful...."

Raphe lets a long soft growl issue from his lips as you enter him fully, his back arched to press against you, and now his long legs circle you waist, joined by his damp tail, holding on. His chest rumbles with the deepness of his purring and little prickles of pain dot your shoulders as his claws extend and retract in time with the movements of your cock in and out of him. "Oh... Sigurd..." he pants near your ear. It's not a plea, but more of a confirmation of surrender. "I'm yours...." he added as soft tears form at the corners of his closed eyes.

Sigurd continues to shift as your back arches, marveling only peripherally just how much it is able to do so. Catlike indeed, as that tail is felt about his waist. His head dips, to kiss at that rumbling chest, but soon he is thrusting within you, actually spurred by the pain brought from pinpricking claws. Water sloshes over the edge of the tub, but it isn't something that he pays attention to. Instead, it is the soft cry of the lover beneath him.... no slave... not toy. At least, that is not how he sees it. "And I'm yours." If only for this night. Continuing to stroke you, his own hips surging against your own, his breath comes in shallow gasps as his head rests upon your shoulder, puffs of hair tickling your throat.

Raphe lets his head fall back against the edge of the tub, and he feels the hot water surging in waves over his belly as you thrust in and out of him. He bites down on his lower lip as you take him. His body is completely relaxed, pliable, inviting to you and your desires. He grips the trunk of your muscular body with his legs tighter, holding your body close to his, holding your cock deep inside of him. With each inhale, he moans and each exhale stirs the rumble purr in his chest. His cock is fully extended now, rubbing its' prickly barbed head against your tanned belly, giving you the oddest of sensations. If his cock is barbed for the pleasure of a female, what would it do for a male?

Sigurd_Harcourt continues to thrust, hips brushing against furry thighs, breath caught enough to allow his lips to brush over your jaw. He doesn't care about the fur, it seems. Then again, if he did care, he wouldn't be doing this in the first place. Still, the relaxed nature, the fact that there is no struggle spurs him on.... until he feels that one little change. That prickly barbed head touches his stomach, sending a ripple down his spine, and he actually stops to glance down at it. There is a thought... a wonder of how it would feel inside of him.... and it makes him move back from you, if slightly. "Raphe...." It can barely be heard as the water comes to a slow ebb, to stop sloshing against the tub, even as Sigurd begins to pull out of you. "I... I want you inside of me." How long as it been? God... he was a teenager then.... the other Elements... but it was nothing like this. ".... Please?"

Continued....