[tempest.]

Sand reacted with instant anger. His hand flashed out, wrapping around T-bone's wrist, his grip surprisingly strong. "Give Taess back his medallion," the moon elf snarled. "What you think, or think you know, is of no importance. You intend to save her soul by taking her life, because all you know is death and blood."

Sand's free hand was glowing more brightly now. "I promise you, if you do not give Taess back his medallion, and cease taking your anger out on a helpless child, I will make you long for the mercy of death." He paused, his blue eyes blazing. "You do not own Samantha. She is no one's chattel, to be passed from one to another. You are no better than the jackal who owned her if you think otherwise. Unless you wish to test my patience past its limit, stand down."

[tempest.]

"I thank you for your concern," Sand replied, keeping his tone politely neutral. "As you can see, my arrangements have been made already." He laid a hand on Taess's shoulder. "I'm sure you will understand if I do not wish to disappoint Samantha."

Sand waited, his hand still resting on his sword and the other still faintly glowing. He did not underestimate T-bone in the slightest. The elf warrior looked quite capable, but Sand had trained from childhood with blade and bow, as did all elves of Evereska, and his late father's position as a member of the Evereskan Graycloaks, their elite protectors, was a reputation Sand had always honored. Sand still trained daily, and he knew his skills were as sharp as ever. He'd turned down several offers to join the Graycloaks already, preferring his life with Vale in Neverwinter, but the Queen's Council kept asking.

[tempest.]

Sand reached into his backpack, which seemed to hold a great deal more than its size would suggest, and withdrew a slender elven runesword. The blade glowed softly, and the hilt bore a large cabuchon moonstone, Sand's fingers curling around it as though it were made for him. He slid the sword through his component belt and opened the door, arching an elegant eyebrow as T-bone.

"Good evening, my sullen acquaintance. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Sand smiled humorlessly. "Is there some reason you have sought me out? Perhaps you think to threaten me once again?" One slim hand rested on the hilt of his sword, and the other glowed very subtly with arcane power held in check. "I warn you , my patience for threats is short."

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

Vale kissed Willow and the children, and grabbed his jacket, slipping it on and sliding his feet into his Western boots in the foyer.

"Okay, love, I'm ready. Let's go," Vale said cheerfully. His good mood wavered when he saw Kansas's eyes, but he waited until they were outside until he touched Kansas's shoulder lightly, dismayed when his husband flinched slightly. "Hey, it's just me, imp. Are you mad about Willow and me?"

"No," Kansas said shortly, hunching his shoulders and refusing to look at Vale. "It's nothing, Vale. Really."

Vale frowned slightly. "Whatever it is, I'll listen. I can feel how upset you are." He sent a wave of love and reassurance to Kansas, hoping that the imp would relax a little. "Kansas, lean on me, okay? Don't try and do it all alone."

Kansas took a shuddering breath, and shot Vale a glance from under damp lashes, his eyes still silvery grey. "It was just something at school today. It was stupid, alright?"

"Ah, stupid things," Vale said, keeping his tone gentle. "My specialty."

Kansas looked away, refusing to make eye contact. "It was my fault, alright? I just... did something stupid."

Vale could feel Kansas's shields going up a little, shutting out the others, but to his relief, his connection to Kansas stayed strong. The roiling waves of shame and anger and hurt and confusion pummeled Vale, and he returned more love and gentle reassurance.

"Well, whatever it was, I can feel how much it's bothering you. Maybe if you tell me a little, it'll help." Vale was careful not to touch Kansas, sensing how skittish he was, nor did the elf try for eye contact yet.

"You feel too damned much, you know that?" Kansas grumbled, but Vale could sense his hesitation. "It was my fault," he repeated. "I was kind of going along with you and Willow, you know."

"We were pretty loud," Vale agreed. "Sorry about that, actually. She was working me up all morning, and Aika was awake, and we still needed to pick up Ryuu. I thought I'd explode first."

That earned a hint of a snicker from Kansas. "Anyway, I was feeling sort of horny, so I went outside at lunch, you know?"

"Mm," Vale agreed. "I hid in the laundry room, and then ran away to get Ryuu."

"So, it was stupid. My friend Taka was there, and it got..." Kansas let his voice trail off, but not before Vale caught the quaver. "I was really worked up."

Vale kept the reassurances flowing, trying to let Kansas know that he was not judging him at all. "I can understand. It was a lot flowing through to you. I didn't want to shield and scare you again, but I could have tamped it down a bit. I was really worked up myself." Vale was hoping that Kansas would accept that reassurance as well, that Vale remembered his promise never to hide from Kansas behind his shields again.

Kansas risked another peek, and his eyes were still stormy, but the grey was darker. "I know, Vale, and thanks. But it really was my fault. I didn't stop him."

Vale looked over at Kansas, his thin shoulders still hunched. "Did you say yes?" The question was delivered with a wave of pure love, to let Kansas know that there was no wrong answer to this question, that Vale's love did not have conditions.

"I didn't actually say no," Kansas admitted, and he sounded so desolate that Vale reached out to touch his shoulder lightly again. This time Kansas didn't flinch, and Vale gave him a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder.

"Would he have listened if you did?" Vale asked, and again his voice was gentle and loving.

"Probably. I don't know," Kansas said. "I... It's hard to say that."

All of the sudden, Vale understood. He moved so that he was walking a little closer to Kansas. " Alasse'amin, you're always allowed to say no." Vale sent a firmly positive wave as he spoke. "Even to any of us. The only one who decides if you want to be touched is you, love. You're your own person, as free as Satoshi, or Yuji, or me."

"That's easy to say," Kansas retorted, but his voice was uncertain, and Vale could feel how much the imp wanted to believe that.

"It's true. I promised never to lie to you, love. If I start nuzzling you one night, and you're not in the mood for some elf, you can tell me no, and I'll stop." Vale could feel Kansas's hesitation start to fade, and something stronger creeping in. "The same thing with Yuji or Satoshi. We love you, Kansas, but we respect you, too, and that means listening if you say no."

"Really?" The note of hope in Kansas's voice was so much better to hear.

"Really." Vale's certainty washed over the imp. "That goes for Taka, too, you know. Kansas, love, you're a free man. You get to choose who touches you, now and forever."

Kansas gave Vale another quick look, his eyes nearly blue. "You promise?"

"I promise," Vale replied. He waited a beat, and then looked at Kansas, green eyes glinting with mischief. "So, what do you think I should do with my hair?"

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

Vale returned home, still smiling from his walk with Ryuu. The time he spent with the children was precious to Vale, and he was discovering a strong paternal streak in himself that he had never been aware of even having. The sight of Aika, giggling on Willow's knee, only made him smile even more, and he hurried to take off his boots and join them.

"Look at my lovely ladies," Vale grinned, bending to nuzzle Aika and kiss her cheek. He leaned in to kiss Willow as well, and the concoction Yuji had whipped up made itself known in full force as the elf realized he had a raging hard-on. He felt his cheeks grow a bit warm, since it had to be more than obvious to Willow as well. She pulled Vale in for a deeper kiss, amused as his consternation and not about to let on that she knew why. The flustered elf returned the kiss with fervor, resolving to ask Yuji what was in that damnable drink. If it could be replicated on his world, Sand would make a veritable fortune, and he would not need to have Vale taste test it, either.

Vale finally broke for air, and mumbled something about laundry as he walked away a bit stiffly. Willow chuckled, feeling his arousal as keenly as he did, and hoping the rest of her husbands were feeling it as well. For the rest of the morning, Willow made sure to periodically tease Vale, brushing up against him, or stroking an ear, just to hear him squeak. He finally just gave in and would respond by pulling her into a searing kiss, his eyes promising that she would be howling the moment the children napped.

Vale was glad to go and pick up Ryuu, the cold air helping to clear his head from the lust-induced haze he had been in all morning. Ryuu chattered all the way home, telling Vale every single thing that had happened in school, his lively mixture of English and Japanese making Vale laugh out loud. When they came in, sitting on the steps to take off their shoes, they could smell lunch, and Ryuu grinned happily, running off to wash his hands with Vale.

Lunch finished, Vale and Willow tucked the children in for their naps, and as soon as they were settled, Vale all but dragged Willow into the master bedroom. He was half undressed before the door finished closing, his lips pressed to Willow's as he backed her toward the bed. She ran her hands up his smooth pale golden chest as he unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it aside, nimbly unfastening her bra and cupping her breasts in his hands with a happy moan. He bent to taste her nipples, nibbling and suckling as he reached down to open her pants and slide them over her rounded hips. He loved the soft curves of Willow, so very different and so deliciously comfortable. Her panties followed swiftly, and Vale tackled his own jeans and boxers next.

Vale was completely beyond foreplay, and simply flung himself onto the bed, pulling Willow over to straddle him, his green eyes filled with love and lust and desire, all mingled into a searing heat. Wordlessly, he gripped her hips and guided her over his eager cock, groaning as she took him into her wet tightness. Vale let Willow set the pace, bucking his hips to grind against her clit, and watching as she grew rosy with her own arousal. When Vale felt her stiffen, her back arching as she ground herself down on him, he chuckled as he pulled her forward to let her scream into his kiss. Willow shuddered as her orgasm rocked her, but Vale was not yet finished.

Vale twisted, and turned Willow onto her back, rising above her without ever withdrawing from her. His green eyes were fastened on her blue eyes as he began to thrust, Willow's legs wrapping around his slim hips as he moved smoothly within her, his cock rubbing along the ridges deep inside Willow and making her writhe beneath him. She gasped as he thrust deeper, harder, seeking his own release now along with hers. Vale knew he was broadcasting to his husbands, and at this point he could have cared less. He moaned now, his thrusts slightly erratic as he felt his balls tighten painfully. Willow grabbed for his ears and pulled him down, screaming her second orgasm into his mouth, and Vale shuddered as he felt himself let go, his cock aching as he emptied himself into Willow. He was gasping and laughing at the same time as he sank slowly down, rolling to one side and nuzzling his face into Willow's neck. Faintly, through his link to his husbands, he could feel a mixture of amusement, outrage and dismay as they tried to deal with the backwash of emotions from the pair on the bed.

Vale helped Willow prop herself up with a few pillows beneath her hips, and he kissed her, toying lazily with her hair as she waited for her recommended half an hour. Then they took a quick shower together in the ensuite bathroom, and Vale used a cantrip to dry Willow's thick hair as well. They dressed quickly and headed downstairs, curling up on the couch together, and Vale brushed her hair until it shone like burnished copper. It was not much later that Aika began to stir.

[Flirting]

For me, and in general, flirting is just really a game you play, using language that's able to be interpreted in a couple of ways. You say something and see how the other person responds. If they pick up on the more suggestive interpretation and respond in the same way, then you have your flirt on.

A charmer might use flirting as a way to break the ice, but a charmer relies more, in my opinion, on having the kind of personality that is very magnetic. This is someone who walks into a room and gets noticed, whether because they are physically attractive, or just have that sort of pull that makes people want to know them, or say they are friends with them. They don't need to be rich, or powerful. They just have that something that pulls people to them, and they are often willing to use that to get what they want, as well. Charmers are easily confused when someone is immune to their appeal. They often expect to get things without having to work too hard for them because they are who they are...

Playboys are harder without knowing the type of person you are looking to create. Will it be a wealthy person who lives the life of the idle rich, or is it someone whose mission in life is to sleep with a wide variety of people without making a genuine emotional commitment, or is it a combination of both?

[Jokes]

This one is courtesy of my daft bugger's gaming clan forum...not mine, but I wish it was!

Neighborhood Hazard or Why the Cops Won't Patrol Brice Street Any More

Author: Daniel Meyer

I never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect. I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me.

It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close.

I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact. Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves!

Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt!

I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Bonzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of spectacular ... as he shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest.

Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack.

Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and leather

gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with

a squirrel.

And losing...

I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it.

The matter should have ended right there.

It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser.

But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel. This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH! Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my back and resumed his rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him!

The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle.

A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared and the front wheel left the pavement.

The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in .. well .. I just plain screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn-t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder. With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike.

This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into

somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle... my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive power of the big cruiser.

About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious

battle (maybe he was an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing in my face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on the Dragon maxed out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment), so her front end started to drop.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.

Finally I got the upper hand ... I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and

slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked ... sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of ...so to speak.

Picture a new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork.

Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by, and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car. I heard screams.

They weren't mine...

I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street. I would have returned to 'fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really... Except for two things.

First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody's front yard, quickly moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat was standing in the street, aiming a riot shotgun at his own police car.

So, the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the professionals handle it" anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me. That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A somewhat shredded patrol car ... but it was all his.

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made a gentle right turn off of Brice Street, and sedately left the neighborhood. I decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves. And a whole lot of Band-Aids.

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

Vale managed to find as many excuses as Yuji to brush up against his husband, leaning into each caress and even getting a few nibbles in on Yuji's ears, making him hiss with pleasure. They got Ryuu and Aika settled with a flurry of kisses for each, and then, fingers linked and shoulders brushing, they headed downstairs.

Satoshi was flushed and visibly aroused, his eyes fastened on the barely-open tatami room door, and Willow was watching Satoshi with equal intensity. Vale and Yuji looked at each other, exchanging radiant smiles. Peering into the tatami room, they watched as Kansas continued to toy with his nipples, his cock pressing against his canvas shorts. Vale could feel his own cock immediately responding to the wanton display, and he leaned into Yuji and shamelessly ran his tongue along Yuji's lips, demanding entry. Vale's deft fingers began working on Yuji's shirt buttons, tugging the tails out of his waist band and cupping Yuji's ass as he ground himself against his husband.

Vale moaned as Yuji responded with enthusiasm, plundering the elf's mouth until Vale was breathless and giddy, grinding back and growling a little as he licked and nipped Vale's ear. Vale finished unbuttoning Yuji's shirt and slid it off, nipping at his shoulders. Vale's fingers then flew to his own shirt, racing through the buttons and tossing it aside with careless abandon. Yuji's hands were wrapped around the elf's hips, holding him in place as his fingers made short work of Vale's jeans button. As Yuji's hands slid down to grip Vale's ass, the elf let out a wanton moan, slid out of Yuji's arms, and dragged Yuji into the tatami room with him, shedding his tank top on the way.

Kansas moaned as Vale and Yuji came in, the elf dropping to his knees next to Kansas and dipping in to plunder his sweet mouth. Vale could feel the love and desire pouring off the imp, and he knew Yuji felt it, too. Yuji was on the other side of Kansas, his hands busy with teasing a nipple while his mouth was busy worrying a livid mark on Kansas's neck. Kansas moaned happily, arching his back and thrusting his hips up. Vale finished unzipping his jeans and wriggled them down past his slim hips, his cock already poking out of the waistband of his boxers. Vale could hear Satoshi's harsh breathing from where he still sat on the couch, and he looked up, releasing Kansas's now kiss-swollen lips and giving Satoshi such a sultry look that he rose up off the couch and headed for the tatami room, shedding clothing on the way. Willow took his place on the couch, her smile radiant as she watched her husbands together.

Vale slipped between Kansas's thighs and dipped his head to tease one tight little nipple with tongue and teeth, nipping sharply enough to make the imp mewl. Vale's hot mouth traveled downward until he reached the head of Kansas's right dragon, and he nibbled his way along the dragon until he reached one decorated thigh. Vale lapped and sucked along the dragon, working his way toward Kansas's cock, while Yuji took over plundering that sweet mouth and teasing Kansas's nipples.

Vale nibbled lightly on Kansas's sac, tonguing each ball lovingly before lapping at the head of Kansas's cock. He teased the slit with the tip of his tongue before slipping his lips over the head and sliding his mouth down until he had engulfed Kansas's cock to the root, his nose buried in soft black curls. Vale hummed lightly, knowing that the vibrations would drive Kansas wild, and they did. Kansas's hips bucked, and he whined as Vale swallowed several times. Yuji nipped at Kansas's shoulders and neck, and the imp leaned back to give Yuji better access as Vale sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks as he drew his lips back along Kansas's cock.

Kansas whined again, his balls beginning to tighten, and Vale tugged Yuji over to kneel with him. Vale released Kansas's cock and he and Yuji both began to lick and nibble their way along Kansas's cock from the base to the head. The double assault made Kansas scream, his back arching as he let go and spattered his chest with ribbons of cum. Vale and Yuji caught him, holding him while he shuddered through his orgasm, taking turns kissing him until Satoshi came over.

Kansas looked up at Satoshi, and the utter love in his eyes made Vale and Yuji both smile as they moved away, collapsing on the edge of the mattress, Vale curled around Yuji's back, and watching as Satoshi gathered Kansas in his arms, kissing the imp tenderly as he pulled Kansas onto his thighs.

Kansas pressed himself into Satoshi, nibbling on his pierced lip and grinding himself against Satoshi's cock wantonly, and Satoshi reached for the lube, slicking his fingers before reaching around to cup Kansas's ass, a lubed finger pressing against his tight hole and pressing in. Kansas mewled, driving himself down onto the invading finger, his face blissful as he tugged and twisted one of Satoshi's nipple rings eagerly. Satoshi added another finger, and Kansas growled a little, his hips wriggling as he worried Satoshi's lip. Satoshi began to thrust, stretching Kansas and the imp's head fell back a little, exposing his throat. Satoshi latched on to the pale skin, worrying it with his teeth and sucking until he had raised a vivid mark, and Kansas mewled in pleasure.

Satoshi eased Kansas back down to the mattress, his pert ass still resting on Satoshi's thighs, and Satoshi quickly slicked his cock with lube before pressing into Kansas's ass, his hands firmly on the imp's hips. Kansas howled in pleasure as Satoshi pushed his way into that sweet heat, burying himself up to the balls in his husband's ass. As Kansas writhed happily, Satoshi began to thrust, pounding the imp's prostate with every thrust, moaning in time with Kansas. Kansas's fingers fluttered up, latching on to Satoshi's nipple rings, and he tugged sharply, making Satoshi scream with pleasure. Kansas was hard again, his cock bouncing with every thrust, and he writhed and howled as Satoshi continued to pound his ass, until Satoshi felt his balls begin to tighten. He looked at Kansas, and the imp smiled the most beautiful smile as he touched himself, his cock jetting forth again as his back arched in that perfect bow, a wave of emotion washing over all of his spouses as Satoshi screamed and came, filling Kansas with his own hot cum.

Kansas screamed in unison with Satoshi, and through the link, they all shared in his love for Satoshi, a completely trusting devotion that was both innocent and sweetly wanton at the same time, wild and unfettered and all encompassing. Vale felt his eyes tear up, and he held Yuji tightly, feeling somehow blessed to share that moment, and Yuji pressed himself tighter against Vale. Kansas's eyes fluttered closed, and he went limp, his lips curved in a smile that was more beautiful than Vale could describe, his face transcendent with peaceful bliss. Satoshi tenderly withdrew, and gathered Kansas to him, cradling his beloved imp in his arms, his own face radiant with love as he closed his eyes and gave himself over to sleep.

Vale felt a touch on his shoulder, and turned his head to see Willow. She looked every bit as radiant as Satoshi, and Vale pulled her down to kiss her, loving the sweet taste of her all over again. Yuji smiled as Vale uncurled himself and wrapped his arms around Willow, pulling her down to cover her neck and breasts with a flurry of kisses before he tenderly suckled one breast, teasing the nipple with flicks of his tongue. Yuji sat up, pulling Vale down onto his lap, and grinding his cock against the elf's ass while Vale cupped Willow's rounded ass in his hands, caressing her as he continued to tease her breasts with eager nibbles and licks.

Vale was beyond words, his link with his spouses so open that mere gestures conveyed volumes. He knelt, his legs on either side of Yuji and willow poised in front of him, and Yuji quickly slicked his caock with lube, grasping Vale's hips and guiding his ass down to his waiting cock. Vale moaned in pleasure as Yuji's cock breached him, and he pushed downward until his husband's balls bumped his ass. Vale's own cock was weeping, and he guided Willow into position to sit facing him, his cock sliding into her wet heat easily. The sensation of being filled by Yuji and being buried in Willow made the elf shiver in ecstasy, and he began to rock his hips, Yuji picking up the rhythm and thrusting in harmony. Vale looked at Willow, catching her lips in a searing kiss as he adjusted his angle slightly so that her clit was pressed against his cock as it slid in and out. She moaned into the kiss, waves of pleasure building low in her belly and spreading out among her husbands. Vale picked up the tempo and Yuji matched him perfectly, his balls slapping Vale's ass and his hand creeping up to tease first Vale's nipple and then Willow's. Willow leaned in, and she and Yuji kissed, heated and loving all at once, and Vale felt his balls draw up as the sensations of loving and being loved overwhelmed him. As Vale gave in to a shatteringly powerful orgasm, filling Willow with his cum, she too came, her walls rippling along his cock. Vale's ass tightened around Yuji, and he howled as he too came, the powerful convulsions of Vale's ass milking him dry. His muscles trembling, Yuji managed to catch his spouses before they collapsed, and eased them to the mattress, withdrawing from Vale's ass carefully.

Vale remained buried in Willow for a few more minutes, Yuji pressed against his back, and the elf reveled in the peaceful contentment of his spouses' love. Finally, he kissed Willow lingeringly, and eased his cock out of her. Yuji and Vale gathered pillows and blankets, and lovingly covered Satoshi and Kansas, pressing soft kisses to their foreheads. Then they gathered up their scattered clothing, and went with Willow to the master bedroom, where they crawled into bed, Willow cradled between them.

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

Vale fell into Yuji's arms, relief making him feel weak-kneed. He felt his own scalding tears begin to fall as he hugged Yuji hard. "Oh, gods, love, it's over?"

Aika, confused by all of the adults weeping, began to wail, and Vale untangled himself from Yuji and hurried to her, getting there at the same time as Willow. Ryuu's lips were trembling as well, and Vale reached for him as Willow scooped up Aika, murmuring soothingly to her daughter. Vale brought Ryuu over to Satoshi and Kansas, and he burrowed into their laps, clinging to his father.

Yuji had gone and brought the bottle of whiskey and Vale helped him bring glasses. Yuji poured a generous measure for all the adults and handed it around.

"I think we all need this," Yuji said, and Vale laughed nervously. Mephasm had done his work marvelously, and Vale was pleased by that, but he was still afraid of the others finding out how deeply involved he and Satoshi had been in this. He caught Satoshi's eye, and a look of understanding passed between them.

The whiskey burned a little as Vale took a deep sip, and he felt some of the trembling in his limbs ease. He took a few deep breaths, and looked at Kansas.

"You're amazing, alasse'amin, do you know that?" Vale let his love and pride pour forth.

Kansas just looked at the slip of paper in Satoshi's hand, and then looked up at Yuji, bewildered. "What the fuck am I gonna do with this?"

"We don't have to decide tonight, Kansas. Let's just not think about it right now." Yuji still looked like he'd been handed the world. "All I care about is that you're safe. We're all safe."

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

Vale just grinned at Kansas, and nodded. "When you come home, I'll give you something that will at least make sure you're healed perfectly. We can blame youth and good diet for your fast healing, okay?" Kansas's grin was all the reward Vale wanted. "So, now, what did you think I should do with my hair?"

That made for lively breakfast conversation, as Kansas excitedly offered up suggestion after suggestion for Vale's hair, and Satoshi and Yuji gave each other knowing grins as they teased Vale about being worn out. Willow, however, looked radiant when she came down, and Vale just shrugged and grinned helplessly.

After their three husbands left, Vale offered to take Ryuu to school, and Willow agreed readily, kissing them both and sending them off. Ryuu was bouncing again by the time they reached the end of their street, and Vale was delighted when Ryuu proudly introduced him as his otooji.

When Vale got home, though, Willow was in tears over the bills, and Vale listened to her wail about the various things that needed paying.

"Willow, let me help. You know, I do have a job, back in my world, and I'm still getting paid. I've been getting paid for three centuries, and I still have most of that money, since I lived at the Cloaktower, and ate there." Vale tugged her close and rubbed her back as she cried into his shoulder. "Lirimaer, I feel like I should be helping out as well. You're only taking about half of what Yuji earns, you know. I think I can do a little better than that. I am an archmage, you know."

Willow could not help a giggle at Vale's mock indignation, and she hiccuped a few times while Vale continued to hug her tightly, rubbing her back all the while. Aika relaxed as well as she heard Willow giggle. Vale tilted Willow's chin up and kissed her.

"It'll work out, my love," Vale said. "Let me help. I'm part of the family, right?"

Willow managed a smile. "Alright, sweetheart. For a little bit, anyway, just until we get caught up." She hated taking Vale's money, but the elf was so sincere and insistent that she could not refuse. He did have a point, as well. He was a part of the family now, and since it was his baby she was not sure if they could afford, he was bound to feel obligated. She found herself wondering just what an archmage got paid, anyway, and then decided it would only give her a headache trying to work out conversions.

"Tell you what. It's a nice day. Aika and I will go pick Ryuu up, and you can put this all away for now. I'll stop at the bank on the way and convert some more dollars." Vale kissed Willow again, lingering over this kiss. "We'll have lunch, and the kids can nap, and we can relax a bit ourselves."

Willow pressed against Vale, returning his kiss with equal heat. "I'll have lunch ready when you get back."

By the time Kansas bounced back in for his classes, the children were up again and Vale looked ready for a nap. Willow, however, was as radiant as she had been at breakfast, and Kansas smothered a giggle.

"Do you have that stuff for me?" Kansas asked eagerly, giving Vale a kiss and nibbling his lip. The imp swung his backpack over his shoulder. "This is hard with only one hand, you know!"

Vale chuckled. "Come on. love, and I'll see what we can do."

Vale gave Kansas a healing potion, and the imp grinned as he drank it. "This tastes a lot better than the stuff Yuji and Satoshi are going to make for you."

"What stuff?" Vale was only mildly alarmed. Living with Sand had greatly increased his tolerance for noxious liquids, since he was convinced Sand made his potions dreadful on purpose, and tested them on Vale to make sure of it.

"It's this drink, for when you've been fucking too much and sleeping too little." Kansas burst out laughing as Vale blushed. "It's got all this good stuff in it, herbal crap. It works, but it tastes like the stuff you dig out of sewers or something. Just choke it down, that's what I do."

Vale looked a little wide-eyed at the prospect, and Kansas laughed loudly as he bounced into his room to do some homework. Sand's healing potions were not very tasty at all, to Vale's mind, and yet Kansas proclaimed them a lot better? Vale shuddered. He would do anything in his power to please his husbands, but this might be at the very limits of what he could endure.

Vale still looked ready for a nap when Satoshi and Yuji got home from work. Of course, it meant he got teased again over dinner, and the elf turned quite pink when Willow let it slip how they had spent part of their afternoon.

"Maybe he needs a whiskey," Satoshi grinned and Yuji laughed his sweet goofy laugh and just kissed Vale.

"Let's get dinner cleaned up first," Yuji suggested.

"I'm going to finish my homework. I started, but I fell asleep for a while." Kansas scampered upstairs.

The last of the dishes were just being put away when there was a knock at the door.

[Funny Typos]

A synonym of wenchfulness?

And you wonder why you were pink?

[tempest.]

Sand was pleasantly engaged in kissing Samantha when they were interrupted, but it was Taess, and Sand was fast growing fond of the young half-elf. His boundless enthusiasm and curiosity marked him as well suited to the life of a mage, and in fact, he reminded Sand a bit of himself.

Dinner was a lively affair, marked by a great deal of chatter and laughter, and three very healthy young appetites. Poor Mal got a smack from Samantha when he asked if Sand was going to finish his fish, but when Samantha was momnetarily distracted by Taess, Sand slipped the fish to Mal with a conspirator's grin. Sand even got to meet the family's kitten, which reminded him that Jaral was bound to be fuming about now.

"Does Ghost mind other cats? My familiar, Jaral, is a cat, and will be impossibly irritated if I do not summon him to me soon." Sand smiled at Taess's expression. "Many wizards keep a familiar animal. I have always found cats pleasant." He murmured a few words and an elegantly spotted cat materialized. Jaral looked at the kitten, yawned, and curled up in Sand's lap contentedly, ignoring Ghost's surprised yowl and hiss.

As much as Sand enjoyed the dinner, he did want to head down and check his alchemical workbench one last time. He did not want to leave the braziers lit overnight, and his distillations needed to cool.

"Taess, will you take me to the workroom one last time?" Sand asked. He gave Samantha a look that promised an enjoyable evening one the children were asleep.

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

Vale woke from reverie on Thursday morning, Willow curled up against him and sleeping deeply. He looked at the window, noting that it was just before dawn, which meant he had time for a shower before Aika woke. He nuzzled a kiss into Willow's thick hair and carefully slid out of bed, heading for the ensuite bathroom to grab his robe before going to the other bathroom to shower. The hot water felt wonderful, and as he washed, Vale wondered idly if Sand had gotten someone to recreate a shower in their home yet. He grinned to himself at the notion, and finished washing, heading back to the master bedroom to dress quickly.

Aika was still asleep, so Vale went down to the kitchen to check the tea maker and set up the rice cooker for breakfast. This brought another grin to his face, since neither he nor Sand had ever bothered to investigate the kitchen of their home other than to make tea. His newly acquired domesticity was going to shock his elven spouse greatly.

Having completed those tasks, Vale went back upstairs and slipped into the nursery to watch Aika sleep. Since he and Willow had begun trying for a child of their own, Vale was even more fascinated by the little ones. She was beginning to stir, and Vale gathered her up, nuzzling her cheek and inhaling the scent of her.

"Good morning, my lady," Vale said softly. "Let's get you freshened up and I'll take you downstairs for a snack until breakfast is ready." Aika giggled at the elf sleepily, pleased to have him dancing attendance on her. Vale changed her quickly, redressed her in her snug pajamas, and scooped her up. He was on his way downstairs when he ran into Kansas, on his way to the bathroom to shower.

"Morning, love," Vale said, happily accepting a kiss from the imp. Kansas went to hug the elf and Aika, and then growled as he nearly hit Vale with his cast.

"Can't you get rid of this thing for me? Please?" Kansas was all but hopping on one foot, his beautiful face all screwed up and mutinous.

"I would if I could, imp, but you know it would look suspicious if your hand healed that fast." Vale snuck another kiss from Kansas. "Go shower, or do you need help wrapping your cast?"

"You could shower with me," Kansas grinned.

Vale grinned back. "Get up earlier. I showered before dawn." He nuzzled Aika. "I have a standing date with my lady here in the mornings, don't I?"

Kansas went up on his toes to grab one more kiss from Vale. "I'll hurry and then you can at least make this stupid cast lighter."

Vale went downstairs and got Aika settled in her high chair with some fruit and a cup of juice, and together they waited for the rest of the family to come down.

[tempest.]

Sand's hands were clenched tightly as he listened to Samantha's explanation of what would happen to her if he failed. He took a deep and shuddering breath before he was calm enough to speak.

"I will not let that happen. I will not." Sand pulled her into his arms and held her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Even if I cannot isolate what I need, I am taking you back to my world. I can have an entire guild of mages working on a solution, and they cannot touch you there. You and your children will be safe, and Taess can study magic."

Sand tilted her chin up so that he was looking into Samantha's eyes. "I should never have let you leave that night. I should have begged you to stay." He kissed her, and this kiss was not a chaste kiss. It was fierce and passionate and held the promise of unrestrained passion behind it.

[tempest.]

Sand frowned. "So it is to neither side's advantage to have you dead, I agree. It does sound like you were infected by accident, but that does not explain why Taess is immune." Sand looked at Samantha. "Is it possible to get a few drops of your blood? I would like to compare them to the sample Taess gave me. That might aid me greatly."

Sand reached out and took Samantha's hands. "I do not intend to give up, my dear. I will find something." His eyes grew a little darker. "I do not intend to leave you here to be killed. If I leave, however, I want to take Taess. Will you permit that?"

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

Dinner was quiet, with brief fits of conversation. Vale could not quite pin down Yuji's mood. His husband was keeping far too tight a grip on his emotions, and Vale did not dare prod him.

After dinner was finished, and the table cleared and dishes washed and put away, Satoshi went to the rooftop terrace for a smoke, and Vale followed him.

"We need to talk," Vale said, his voice very soft. He curled up next to Satoshi, his arm around his husband to draw him close. Anyone seeing them would simply see an affectionate embrace. "Kansas heard about Takeshi's buddies at school today. He came home in a bad state, and he pretty much said he knew I was involved. I told him I had arranged for them to be punished. He doesn't know you were involved, and he doesn't know about anything else."

Satoshi looked at Vale solemnly. "How'd he take it?" He puffed furiously on his cigarette.

Vale sighed. "He's more worried about retaliation, still. He doesn't know we took care of that as well, and I didn't tell him. I just told him that the family was safe from any repercussions." Vale ran a slim hand through tousled hair. "Yuji is going to kill me, I know it. But Kansas asked, and I promised I wouldn't lie to him. I... just didn't tell him all the truth." Vale sighed again. "Fuck, Satoshi, just don't let him know you were involved."

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

Vale leaned in and kissed Kansas, plundering the imp's mouth and then dipping down to lap at the blood pooling behind his collarbone. At the same time, Vale was unfastening his jeans while Kansas worked on his shirt buttons, whining a little. It took a bit of wriggling, but Vale was quickly as naked as Kansas, and he reached for the glass bladed knife even as he offered his bloodstained lips to Kansas for another kiss. Vale broke the kiss after Kansas had devoured his lips, and locking eyes with the imp, he opened a gash on his chest, just above his heart.

"Taste me," Vale murmured, pulling Kansas's head gently toward the freely bleeding cut. As Kansas lapped eagerly, Vale cradled him close, reaching for the lube and moving it closer. Some of the terrible pain that had been pouring out of Kansas eased as he tasted Vale's blood, and his moans got throatier, more heated. Vale eased Kansas back a bit, still letting him lap and suckle at the gash on his chest. Slicking his fingers, Vale eased one finger into Kansas's ass, coaxing a moan and a wriggle from the imp as he carefully began to loosen that tight muscle. Vale added a second finger, scissoring his fingers to further open up Kansas'a ass, and the imp whined and pressed himself down onto Vale's hand.

"Shh, love, let me make sure you're ready," Vale murmured, his voice husky with desire. The elf took his time, dipping in to lick at Kansas's collarbone as well, and he moaned loudly as Vale reopened the thin cut and suckled his blood.

Vale eased Kansas onto his back and slicked his cock with more lube, positioning himself between his husband's thighs. Vale carefully eased the head of his cock into Kansas's lube-slicked ass, pausing for a moment as the imp mewled.

"Alassa'amin," Vale moaned, and slowly eased himself in until his balls were snug against Kansas's ass. He leaned forward so Kansas could lick at his wound, and lapped the blood away from his kiss-swollen lips with gentle swipes of his tongue.

Vale set a slow pace, thrusting carefully to make sure that he did not cause Kansas any discomfort, sliding across his prostate with every thrust. Vale eased himself upright, pulling Kansas up onto his thighs and continuing his leisurely pace, watching his husband's face turn rosy with arousal.

As slow as the pace was, the tightness and heat of Kansas's ass were pushing Vale to the edge and he moaned loudly as he felt himself drawing closer to completion. Kansas was writhing as well, his moans getting louder, and Vale could feel a telltale throbbing in the vein on the underside of the imp's cock as he stroked it lightly.

"Come on, love," Vale urged. "Come for me, Kansas. Let go for me." Vale stroked again and Kansas's balls tightened as his back arched into a perfect bow, his cum spurting out so powerfully that it spattered both Vale and himself. Kansas screamed as he came, and his ass closed down on Vale's cock so hard that the elf's balls drew up sharply and he screamed along with Kansas as he filled his ass with cum. Kansas shuddered and went limp, his eyes fluttering closed, and if it weren't for the visible pulse in his throat, Vale would have been terrified.

Easing himself carefully out of Kansas, Vale gathered him in his arms, cradling the imp close to his body and kissing him. "I love you, Kansas, body and soul, forever."

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

Vale looked at Kansas calmly. "I wasn't lying, Kansas. I didn't go to the police, or to the lawyers. I was kept out of it, because no one knew if I'd say or do the right thing. I never knew their names, aside from Takeshi." Vale could feel waves of guilt pouring off Kansas, combined with a bit of discomfort that Vale did not quite understand. There was also regret about slapping Yuji, and now a sense of betrayal as those stormy eyes held his own green eyes. "What happened to them?"

Haltingly, Kansas repeated what Taka had told him, those eyes of his never leaving Vale's eyes, and the glass blade firmly in his hand. Vale listened, never moving, never looking away. letting Kansas feel his calm presence but blocking any deeper exchange.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't do anything to them myself. But I did arrange for them to be punished. Yuji will kill me he finds out, but I won't break my promise to you." Vale held Kansas's eyes. "I couldn't bear the thought of them just walking away, free to hurt you again for things that were never your fault to begin with. Kansas, I can't lose you. I love you far too much, and it's not in my nature to not act."

"But what if someone finds out?" Kansas looked miserable at the thought. Vale reached out and pulled the imp to him.

"Kansas, I've done this sort of thing for three centuries. It's what I did back in my world. I made sure it couldn't be traced to the family." Vale nuzzled Kansas's hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry. I still don't want you to worry. Please?" Vale lifted up Kansas's chin, looking into the stormy eyes. "Alasse'amin, my joy, don't hate me."

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

"Kansas, I thought you were hurt," Vale said in relief. "And I have no idea what you're talking about. Aren't those the ones that hurt you?" He shook his head at Kansas. "Whatever, let's not upset Willow or Aika. Come on, let's get your boots off."

Vale busied himself helping Kansas out of his boots, and then helped the imp get his backpack off as well. "Let's get you inside. You want tea, or something?"

Vale guided Kansas into the living room, where Willow was waiting with Aika. She took one look at the imp's tear-streaked face and hurried over to hug him. "Are you okay? Kansas, baby, what happened?"

"Apparently there was some sort of accident. Two boys from Kansas's university were hurt badly." Vale looked at Willow. "I think they were part of the group that hurt Kansas." Vale used his unique link to Kansas's gift to mentally urge the imp not to tell Willow more than that.

Kansas sniffled and snuggled into Vale, hiding his face in the elf's shoulder. "I just want to go to my room. Please, Vale?"

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

After breakfast, Vale followed Yuji when he went upstairs to finish dressing. Vale dug in his pouch and pulled out a slim vial filled with a pale blue liquid, and went after Yuji.

"Love? Drink this. It's a healing potion, for your cheek and lip." Vale held out the vial. "Sand made some for me, in case I got into trouble here."

Vale watched as Yuji took the vial and drank it, the warmth of the magic soothing his pain and erasing his injuries like they had never existed. Then Vale pulled him into an embrace, his own voice trembling a liitle. "Yuji, tell me when something like that happens. Please, don't bear things on your own, and when I'm stupidly assuming the wrong thing, correct me." He kissed Yuji very tenderly on his now-healed lips. "Promise me?"

Yuji just leaned into Vale for a moment, and Vale ached for his husband's sorrow.

"It'll be alright, love. Please, just lean on us a little?" Vale could hear the tremor in his own voice. 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry I assumed the wrong thing. I should have known better, and I can't apologize enough." With that, Vale turned and fled down the stairs, busying himself with Aika to avoid further conversation.

When Kansas came home, Vale had managed to recover some of his equilibrium, and was busy playing a silly game with Aika and Willow. The imp sank down onto the steps of the foyer, sobs wracking his slight frame, and Vale hurried over to wrap his arms around him, looking at Willow in alarm.

[Mysterious thread for further Mystification]

I don't know, I think anything that involves Little Timmy in the Well is a little too hardcore...

I always thought that was one of the better fetishes, nim'ohtar... right up there with condiments.

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

Vale stood there for a moment, completely at a loss. Satoshi was looking as upset as Ryuu, and Vale could feel the anger radiating off Yuji. Kansas was both angry and terrified. Vale sighed, and decided to go for the lesser of two evils. He crossed to Satoshi, and gave him a quick kiss.

"Let me talk to Yuji a minute, and I'll come back and take the kids so you can talk to the imp," Vale said softly.

Yuji was leaning on a counter, rubbing his face with his hands. He looked up at Vale, still stormy-eyed. Vale ignored the implicit warning and pulled Yuji onto an embrace anyway, feeling how stiff his husband was.

"Oh, love," Vale sighed. He nuzzled Yuji's silky hair. "He's still scared."

"He's spoiled," Yuji grumbled into Vale's shoulder. "He's spoiled and he's acting like a brat."

"And you're as mad at yourself for losing your temper as you are at him," Vale agreed. "You've been dealing with most of this by yourself, and you need to let the rest of us help you." Vale pulled Yuji into a kiss. "Satoshi can talk sense into the imp. I'll get the kids and give you a hand with breakfast."

Yuji sighed, his shoulders relaxing just a little, but he gave a short nod.

Vale went back out and took Aika from Satoshi. "Go talk to the imp. I'll give Yuji a hand, and Ryuu can help me keep an eye on Aika." Aika had stopped crying already, and she came willingly enough to Vale, who kissed her cheeks and tucker her into her high chair. Ryuu stood by her, but his small face was very serious.

"Otooji. Onni-san is okay?" Ryuu asked.

Vale gave him a reassuring smile. "Onii-san is okay, and chichi's going to talk to him now about going to school without a fuss, like you do."

"Onii-san come with me," Ryuu said.

"We'll tell him that, little dragon." Vale bent and kissed the top of Ryuu's head. "I'm going to help tousan, okay?"

[tempest.]

Sand looked a Samantha steadily. This was not a woman who needed to be coddled, or protected from the truth. "Taess is fine, and the only danger he faces is losing his mother. But if he is truly immune, Samantha, that leaves only two possibilities. Either you are also immune, since you and your unborn son shared a common blood flow while you carried him, or the drug was tailored specifically to affect only you."

Sand's blue eyes were dark with worry. "If it was indeed the latter possibility, then I must ask. Who wants you dead that badly, and how did they manage to create such a very specific poison that it did not affect your unborn son? "

[tempest.]

As serious as his questions were, Sand could not help casting an appreciative glance at the way Samantha's wet clothing clung to her. The years had been kind to her, and her continued need to fight for her life had kept her in top form, and he was certainly not immune to her lovely figure. Still, keeping this delightful woman alive was what mattered at the moment, and Sand dragged his thoughts back to the immediate concerns.

"Taess tells me that you were pregnant with him when you were exposed to the drug, and that he is apparently immune." Sand watched Samantha carefully. "Is this true?"

Sand watched Samantha carefully as she considered her answer, his heart thudding in his chest.

[Sandcastles and Fireworks]

Vale slid Willow's trousers down past the sweet swell of her hips, delighting in the softness of her skin and her flesh, so unlike the hard, muscular bodies of his husbands. Willow was intoxicatingly welcoming and Vale moaned as he cupped the curve of her ass through her silky panties. She was so warm, her flesh radiating heat, and when she pressed her belly against him, Vale moaned as his cock got impossibly hard.

Vale let go of Willow long enough to peel off his tight boxers, moaning a little in relief as he freed his cock, and then he tugged her panties down so she could step out of them. He sat on the bed and pulled Willow into his lap, his mouth seeking out one perfect breast and fastening on the nipple, tongue laving it as he suckled until it hardened. Willow's head fell back as her back arched into the caress, her auburn hair cascading down to brush Vale's legs. The sheer sensuality of that made Vale shiver again as he moved to the other breast. His cock was pressed against Willow's belly, and she wriggled a little, making Vale moan as beads of precum squeezed out to bead the head. He released her breast, his green eyes nearly black with desire.

"I need to taste you, my love," Vale stood easily, lifting Willow with him and laying her on the bed so he could kneel between her thighs. He nibbled his way along the soft white flesh, feeling her hands fist in his hair as he blew gently on her damp curls. He pressed a kiss to them, his tongue darting out to slip between her folds and lap at her clit, and the elf moaned again as her hands tightened in his hair. He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue again, delighting in her moans as she writhed, and then he slid that questing tongue lower to probe at her core, tasting her sweet juices as he pushed in to her silky passage.

"Vale, fuck," Willow groaned, wriggling to drive herself further down on his tongue. She was already hovering on the edge, and Vale replaced his tongue with a finger, once again letting his tongue dance across her clit as her back arched again. Vale added a second finger, thrusting them in and out as his tongue moved faster, and Willow screamed as she came, her thighs clamping against the elf's head as she bowed off the bed in helpless ecstasy. Vale kept lapping, the taste of her making him nearly blind with lust, her scent filling his nostrils as she shuddered.

Vale stood and lifted Willow, moving her further up on the bed, and he crouched between her parted thighs, looking down on this woman that he loved. 'So beautiful," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her again, nibbling her lips as his cock nudged her pussy insistently. Willow lifted her hips a little in encouragement, and Vale slid his cock into the waiting heat of her with a growl of wanton desire. His balls bumped her ass as she wrapped her legs around his slim hips, taking him fully into her, grinding her clit against his golden curls. Vale moaned loudly at the feel of her slick wet walls as he began to thrust, slowly at first as he savored the delicious sensations. Willow reached up and pulled him down, her teeth nibbling at his throat and collarbone as he picked up speed, fucking her with long, hard thrusts, his cock achingly hard as his balls slapped her round ass.

Willow was wirthing, her hips bucking to meet Vale's thrusts, and he could feel her beginning to tremble as yet another orgasm built within her. Her passage tightened around his cock, and Vale groaned loudly, feeling his balls growing tighter as she took him into her, his thrusts becoming a little more erractic. Willow was mewling, her legs tightening around Vale's hips, and she stiffened as another powerful orgasm shook her, heat radiating outward from her belly to turn her white skin rosy. Vale screamed with her, his own balls drawing up sharply, and Willow sank her teeth into Vale's shoulder as he pumped her full of cum, his muscles shaking with the intensity of his release.