After dinner with Crystal you send her links to Amy's capefixxx account, then sit down at your (stolen) laptop and crack your knuckles. Before you've written more than two words a soft litany of 'what the fuck' starts sounding from next to you where you're both sitting on your bed.
You decide to write the companion piece to 'Cascadia High', the high school AU. The extended bondage scene in the second chapter involves such incredible, boundary-breaking kink as blindfolds, handcuffs, and (shockingly) spanking. That's not to say that there's a problem with any of that, just that for someone writing about kinky bondage that it wasn't very kinky. Or bondage-y. Seriously, not even the cliche 'tying the girl spread-eagle to the bedposts'? You're not going to touch on the bondage part in your response chapter, but you're gonna learn a thing or two about pacing and anticipation.
Starting from the next morning where Gothacea wakes up in Warlock's bed you write from the teacher-cape's perspective as he carries the girl into his spacious bathroom and lavishes attention on her body in the shower, including a few lines about how he 'ran his fingers over her puckered little rosebud'.
Crystal breaks your train of thought with a fit of the giggles as she reads some of the queen stuff out loud. Of course, trying to talk like a pirate while she says 'and he plundered her depths' doesn't help her keep a straight face at all.
You go back to your writing and talk about how after they're clean he bends her over the vanity and shows her the buttplug with the stylized symbol on the end that she'll be wearing in school.
Unfortunately Crystal has now found the high school AU and is laughing and mocking her idea of bondage. You give her a shoulder nudge and she looks up from her tablet. "What?"
"Don't laugh at Amy's cluelessness at shit like that. How much experience do you have with bondage?"
She does look a bit abashed. "Not that much, but still. Are you saying you know more than me?"
Keeping the smirk that wants to peek out under wraps you hum. "Yep. Want a quick refresher course, 'Mistress Crystal'?"
It's amusing watching her nose stick up in the air as she tries to look down at you. "Yes!"
With a flick of your fingers Crystal is stripped down to the lacy, see-through underwear that Aelfie had found, and a targeted incarcerous has her arms bound behind her and further linked to her ankles. None of the conjured ropes are super tight, but they're more than enough to hold her as she twitches against them.
Floating your girlfriend upright in front of you, you stick a hand under her chin and bring her eyes up to meet yours. "Amy's written quite a lot, and I think you need to review it all, so you'll do it kneeling on the floor." You conjure a fairly slim buttplug and dildo and hit them both with animation charms—not as good as the fancy one Amy swiped, but perfectly suitable for temporary play. "You are not allowed to cum until I say so. If you do, everything stops and there's no more play." Holding up the toys you continue, "As I am a wonderfully kind man, you can choose one, the other, or both to assist you while you continue your literary endeavors."
Crystal's sky-blue eyes flick between the sex toys and your face a couple of times. Peeking in her head she's confused and curious, but totally willing to play along. "Uhh… as long as you're gentle, both."
You tut disapprovingly, "I should be addressed properly, girl."
Her mind immediately jumps to 'master', then shies away and offers up 'sir' before something clicks in her head. She lowers her head slightly and looks up at you through her long lashes. "Yes… my lord."
There's no stopping the pleased rumble from your throat. "God, you are a treasure, my dear." Nuzzling her neck you begin to murmur information to her as you lube up the vibrator and pull her panties to the side. "'Yellow' means to slow down, things are getting to be too much, 'green' means things are okay and to continue." Vibrator placed, you pick up the buttplug in one hand and gently ease a finger inside her rosebud to cast the lubrication spell. You lean back and watch her face as you slowly, carefully, inch the plug into her previously-unexplored backdoor. "Red means 'stop now' and I will vanish all of the ropes and toys immediately. It is perfectly okay to decide to stop, if you feel you're done or this is too much, then please tell me. Do you understand?"
Wiggling a bit, Crystal's eyes focus on you again. "Yes, I understand," she wets her lips and gives you an aroused smile, "my lord."
"Lovely, my dear." You conjure a soft pillow for her to kneel on that places her at a good height at edge of the bed, arrange her tablet so she can see it, and animate both toys to start a gentle vibration. You pretend to turn back to your writing for a moment while Crystal collects herself. It's almost a minute before she speaks.
"My lord?"
"Hrm?"
"How do-how am I supposed to use the tablet?"
You give her disappointed look. "With your nose, of course. Your hands are bound!"
Crystal blinks a couple of times before looking back at the screen and leaning forward to try and click a link. Through your connection to her you feel how the toys shift inside her and tweak the vibration up for just a moment. With a yelp, she faceplants softly into the comforter before struggling upright. You assist by causing the vibrator to thrust shallowly as well. For some strange reason this doesn't seem to make it easier, but a few moments of additional struggle get her back upright and she carefully clicks on the next story. Once she starts reading you pet her hair and start the plug on a complementary rhythm with the vibrator.
Turning back to your writing, you finally get stuck in to it. You cover how Gothacea can feel the plug from her master with every step she takes down the hallways, and how, with the tiny lace panties and skirt that 'master Warlock' demanded, every time she sits down the plug pushes deeper and reminds her that he's going to claim her 'completely'
During his class they're editing papers and she is called up to go over her rough draft. Sitting next to her secret lover in front of her entire class Warlock makes casual conversation about word choices and run-on sentences as he sneaks a hand between her legs and brushes lightly over her panty-covered mound.
Next to you Crystal has switched to reading one of Amy's favorited stories. That one is blatant New Wave porn with only the barest attempt at name changes, like Vicky being 'Vera'. Apparently there's a chapter given over to 'Cindy', 'Alice', and 'Vera' having no-holes-barred lesbian sex, including multiple double-ended dildo action and lots of talk about grinding faces into cunts. You change the animation charms to ramp up in intensity over the next couple of minutes and go back to your work.
Back in the hallways of Cascadia High around lunchtime, Gothacea gets pulled into the janitor's closet again. She's brought to her knees as the buttplug is revealed to be remote-controlled and it is set on high. The pleasure from her ass is matched only by her awe as her older lover frees himself from his pants and drapes his 'enormous bitch-breaking cock' over her face. Using his belt he ties her wrists and forces her to deepthroat him, fucking her face while he alternately praises her oral skills and calls her a dirty little whore. Warlock unloads down her throat before gently cleaning her face—except for a few streaks of her mascara, which she's told to leave alone. Reclaiming his belt, she's made to press her hands again the wall as he brings her to the edge of orgasm again and again until the class bell rings. The poor girl is left with instructions that if she wants to cum she'll be 'in position' in his room after school lets out.
Petting your girlfriend's hair as she trembles and tries not to cum as she reads her cousin's most recent desire to be bred by you, you slow the thrusting down a bit to let her relax for a moment. "Still green, dear?"
Crystal tilts her head up and kisses your palm and nuzzles against your hand. "Green, my lord."
"Good girl. Let me finish this and we can continue."
Gothacea wonders about her instructions in her afternoon classes, but as the final bell sounds she has an epiphany and walks into her lover's classroom, stripping as the door closes behind her, ending with her skimpy panties hitting the floor as she climbs on his desk and presses her face against the wood, her ass arched up in the air showing the mark of his ownership.
The chapter ends as she feels Warlock behind her, the head of his cock nudging her 'dripping, fertile pussy.' You feel the cliffhanger will play really well with Amy.
Speaking of playing though, Crystal is playing right along the ragged edge of cumming and fighting it with all her might. You switch your underwear out with nothing and swing your legs over the end of the bed. "You've done good, sweetheart."
Breathing heavily, Crystal lifts glassy eyes to yours and back down to your cock as you slide over to place her between your legs. She leans forward almost touching you before she manages to find her voice. "M-May I, my lord?"
At your agreement she forgoes any slow buildup and quickly sucks you down as far as possible, lodging you in her throat. You run your fingers through her hair and murmur soft words down to her about how she's a good girl. "Get me nice and wet baby, I'm going to fuck you."
Shaking her head (with you still in her throat) you girlfriend pulls back and looks up at you wild-eyed. "No my lord," she pants, and you can feel her lost in fantasy in her head, "I want you to cum in my mouth first."
You groan as your hand fists in her long blonde locks and you tug her forward, "As my lady wishes." You slide into her throat again with a wet gluck and she does her best to exceed Susan's skill. It's only a few short minutes later that you're whispering her name as she swallows greedily, her eyes closed as she struggles not to cum as well.
With a burst of magic she floats onto the bed, laying with her ass up and the gusset of her panties soaked with her arousal. You pull her panties to the side and remove the vibrator and vanish it, then fasten your fingers around the base of the plug.
"Leave it in." Crystal pants. "…my lord!" she adds with a yelp as you swat her ass.
You ramp up the vibration as you line yourself up with her dripping cunt and slide yourself in until your abs press against her ass. Crystal's toes curl and flex as she desperately tries to keep from cumming. You start thrusting hard and don't hold back as you bottom out with every stroke—there's no reason to extend her torment, and the feeling of her fluttering around your length is exquisite. Crystal seems to be beyond words as she gives sharp cries at every thrust, but her mind is all pleasure.
Feeling her try to pull herself back from the ragged edge you give her another spank and whisper the words she's been hoping for. "Cum for me, Crys."
Magical ropes flex as seemingly every muscle in her body locks up tight as she cums. Right as she relaxes, you loose a magically-charged burst of your essence that sends her off on another climax.
Vanishing the ropes and banishing her underwear off, you pull her into your arms and kiss her forehead. You may have used a bit too much magic, or maybe the bondage and play just flicked the right switches, because your girlfriend continues to twitch a bit as you card your fingers through her hair and gently scratch at her scalp.
It's a couple of minutes before she finally seems to come back to you. "You okay, baby?"
You can feel her smile against your neck. "That. Was. Fucking. Awesome."
Running a hand down her back, she feels almost liquid against you. "You did beautifully, my dear."
After some cuddles and cookies, you pick your lover up and carry her into the shower. "You ready for the plug to go?" At her nod you vanish it and smirk at the faces she makes at the loss, "So did it make the experience better, worse?"
Crystal gropes her own ass as she shakes her hips. "It wasn't as weird as I thought it might be." At your raised eyebrows she continues, "I'm totally not ready for anything like that—" she puts a hand on your cock and wiggles it—"to go anywhere near my poor little butthole though."
Hearing her say 'butthole' apparently tickles you just right because you laugh at her and then laugh harder when she pouts at you. "I could try searching for some spells that would help as well, but there's no hurry on any of it. You do what you feel comfortable with, and we can always use the whole red/yellow/green thing when it comes to bedroom activities. Cool?"
"Cool."
Back in bed, you hand over your chapter for Crystal to look over and watch with interest as a flush creeps down her chest. The double thumbs-up she gives you makes you chuckle as she puts the pad down and you gather her to you. "When're you going to send that to Amy?"
"She texted today about healing at some different place tomorrow—still part of Brockton General, but like their physical therapy place or something. I figured I'd text her a link right after we finish, especially if I can get her riled up beforehand."
Turning around in your embrace just the right way to give you a face full of hair, Crystal laughs and then kisses you. "You're horrible, and I like it."
AN: I meant to write the rest of the week and instead this happened. I'm... sorry?
Blame Crystal. She took over.
The rest of the week might take a bit, I was planning on switching laptops tomorrow, but I might put it off another day or so until I get done with the week. We'll see.
The two of you jog with Taylor on Wednesday morning. Well, Crystal and Taylor jog, and you follow behind and look at their butts. Crystal's is as perfect as normal, but surprisingly Taylor is wearing tight yoga pants instead of the baggy sweats she had preferred. The skinny girl's ass isn't much to look at, but her legs are amazing.
Anyhow, the girls chat until Taylor splits off to head back to her house. On your way back to your apartment, the two of you discuss your plans for the day. You're supposed to be healing with Pan-pan, and Crystal was going to hang with S Klub after classes, but you fill her in on your plans to spy on the Undersiders in the evening so she can make excuses to the girls on why you're not there. You do promise to be available for the party they all want to go to tomorrow, though.
On the way back Crystal gets a text from Amy asking her if she's 'heard from Warlock this morning'. You take the hint and hop over to the lair. Amy's sent a couple of texts, but they all end by asking you to call her, so you just go ahead and do that.
The phone barely has time to dial before she picks it up. "Warlock!" The wind noise tells you that she's probably being shipped to Arcadia via Glory Express.
"What's the problem, my dear?"
Amy's voice drops down to a irritated mutter. "Someone decided that they're going out with their boyfriend right after school and they have an appointment for a couple's massage that they just 'can't miss'. I know I said something about how you couldn't just pick me up at school, but…. could you pick me up after school? Please?"
(Yes, you know how to drive a motorcycle)
[X][School] Pick her up on a motorcycle
[X][School] Pick her up in a car
[X][School] Pick her up by apparition
[X][School] Have Aelfie elf-pop her away
[X][School] Tell her to use her portkey
[X][School] Write-in
After picking Amy up, you find yourself healing at Brockton General's physical therapy center. It's not just people with sports injuries—you and Amy find yourself regrowing limbs (she's faster), fixing burned skin (you're faster, oddly), and fixing old ladies' arthritis among other issues. It's quite a bit different from how healing goes in the hospital, with them wheeling people in and out. Here you're walking from room to room and fixing groups of people with similar injuries at a time. You are a little afraid that eliminating the aches of the entire knitting circle will end up with you (or your lawyer, who handles packages for you) buried in hand-knit robes, but you'll find a way to deal.
At the end of your first hour the two of you commandeer a break room so you can take you mask off and both of you can relax. Giving Amy a kiss, you both grab a drink and you see an opening when she pulls out her phone and starts browsing what looks like capefixxx.
"So, I found out that people have started writing fanfic about me."
Amy pauses for just a second before she calmly takes a sip of her own drink. "Oh really?"
You sit down and pull out your own phone and pull up your account. You haven't set the story to be published, but all it's waiting on is a button-press. "Yeah, like multiple thousands of words about me have sprung up in just the last like two weeks."
"I look at stuff about me occasionally just to keep up with it, but you could probably just ignore it," Amy offers.
"Nah, I think it's fascinating. Like there's the one story where I apparently have some kind of relationship with Gallant of all people." You sigh and look over at her pinking slightly. You wait until she finishes swallowing her drink before you continue. "At least they have me topping, I ain't no bottom bitch.
"But anyhow, I found another pretty interesting story. It only has two chapters at the moment, but it stars me and you." Looking over inside her head, there are warning sirens blaring and she's unconsciously considering using her portkey to try and escape. "So it got stuck in my head and I just couldn't sleep last night until I wrote a little chapter in response."
The mental sirens taper off with a funny little squawk as her head turns slowly to look at you. "You did?"
"Yep." You publish the story and send her a link, "Here, read it and tell me what you think. I hope you get a little thrill out of it."
There's dead silence as she starts reading, going progressively redder as she continues. In the hallway you can feel the admin moving in your direction, probably to ask if you're done with your break, so you stand and wrap your arms around her from behind. Even her breathing stops as you murmur in her ear.
"Does it feel good when someone writes an omake to your story?"
Amy's lips part right as Tabitha knocks on the door. "Are you ready to continue?"
"Sure thing, just let me put my mask back on." Ducking back down you place a kiss right behind Amy's ear. "By the way, d'you know what happened to the buttplug?"
"Ehhhhhhhhh….."
You stand back up and put your mask back on as you continue to muse out loud. "I guess I could try and summon it. But there was a command it had that would make it start vibrating. I might give that a try and see if I can hear it first." You open the door and look back. "I think the command was something like vibrit."
Panacea does a wonderful job of pretending the plug didn't just suddenly spring to life in her ass. "M-maybe Aelfie put it away?"
Standing and walking beside you, there's a noticeable extra sway in her hips and you can't help but trail a hand down her back to pat her bottom. "Perhaps."
Over the course of the next hour you play with the plug's settings, never going high enough to really risk Amy getting caught out, but enough to keep her on a slow simmer.
Come the next break, Amy closes the door behind her and stares at you with a…healthy glow on her face. "You knew."
"I did!" You smile as she scowls. "I would never do anything to make you embarrass yourself in public though." You step closer to her, backing her against the wall. "Do you like this teasing?" Looming over her you look down and catch her eyes. "Do you like it when I control the plug in your ass?"
Amy brings her hands up and plays with the ankh at her neck. "Y-yes."
"So you like the idea of wearing my symbol, the one that marks you as mine?"
Her lips part ever so little and she softly whispers yes.
"I wasn't going to start like this. I was planning on sweeping you up in my arms and carrying you to my bed," you take her hands in yours and press kisses to the back of each, "tenderly strip you bare and make slow, gentle love to you." Turning her hands over you kiss her palms before wrapping one hand around her wrists and pinning them to the wall above her head. "And I still want to do that, but I think you're also a sexy, kinky little minx and you want a little spice, not just vanilla. Is that right?"
Amy's dilated pupils tell you all you need to know, but she still bites her lip and nods at you.
You murmur the green/yellow/red directions to her before you continue. "Actually, yesterday I was reading your stories and when I decided to write a response Crystal was sitting right next to me. So she started reading your stories."
"Oh god…"
You tsk softly. "Your cousin is so childish sometimes though, she giggled about something and so I tied her up," you flick your eyes to her hands still pinned above you, "stripped her down and made her read all of your stories with a vibrator in her pussy and plug inside her ass."
Amy's thighs are grinding against each other as she stares right into your eyes. She's paying full attention to what you're saying and each word is ratcheting her arousal higher.
"When I was done I pulled her up—still tied—and made her submit her body to me." You run a severing-charm enhanced finger down her chest and part both blouse and bra before laying your warm hand on her belly. Amy arches into your touch as you kiss her roughly before you pull back. "You want to submit to me as well, don't you?"
"Ohmygodyes…"
"Anyone could walk in on us and they'd see you, your hips rocking, aching for my cock. They'd know you're mine, wouldn't they?"
"Yessssss…"
Brushing your hand back up you uncover one pale, puffy nipple and trail a magic-enhanced finger around the areola. "You've been so good, so submissive, that you deserve to cum." You slide your hand down over her skirt to cup her pussy as she whispers a little prayer.
"Oh god yes please James…"
You pause at that and give her a frown. "What did you call me?"
She blinks, swallows, and blinks again before her eyes go wide. "Master! M-master, please, I'm sorry!"
You chuckle and trail your hand down far enough to feel where her smooth skin gives way to silk stocking-tops and back up to the treasure between her thighs. "Much better, my dear." You slip the lace of her panties aside and collect some of her wetness with your finger. Bringing it to your lips you taste her as she watches you, humming as her heady taste reaches your tongue.
"Unfortunately I think we might be out of time, so you'll have to wait until we're done healing, someone could walk in…."
"Master, please no, let your mistress cum!"
"Fuck, you're perfect," you groan, sliding your hand into her panties and through the thatch over her slit, and slip one finger into her tight, sweltering depths. You levitate her off the floor so you can get a better angle, add a second finger and hook them against her g-spot as you bring your thumb down on her clit. A thought ramps up the intensity of the plug in her ass as well as you read her mind to bring her right to the edge of orgasm.
"God, you are so fucking tight. I'm going to absolutely ruin you with my cock." You growl into her ear, "You'll never fit anyone else but me, will you?"
"No," she whispers.
"Who am I?"
"Master," she says, like a prayer.
A spark of magic throws her over the edge and you swallow the full-throated moan that she gives as she comes undone in your arms. Her mind has whited-out in pleasure and she bucks against you furiously. You coax her through another, less-violent peak, then a third. Finally wrung out, you bring her into your arms and carry her over to a chair and cuddle her in your lap.
A few gentle cleaning charms clear the sweat from her brow and you give her little sips of water as she recovers. "Are you okay, Amy?"
She rolls her head on your shoulder and finally looks up at you. "I thought I was going to die."
"Of pleasure, I hope."
One of the softest, sweetest smiles you've ever seen steals its way onto her face. "Yes." She blinks at you, "Um, master."
You kiss her forehead and pull her tighter to you, "No baby, just Warlock, or even James—I've made sure no one's listening."
"So no one would've walked in on us?"
"Of course not! You're mine, I'm not gonna let just anyone walk in and see you!" You chuckle a bit as she burrows closer to you. "Now, that said, we probably have like ten minutes before Tabitha comes knocking." You absently start repairing her clothes, although you take it slow and make sure that plenty of skin contact is involved.
Amy rubs her head against your chest, reminding you of nothing more than a big cat. "M'kay."
By the time Tabitha does show up Amy has mostly managed to get herself together, although she has a hell of a glow about her. Her bedside manner goes from brusque to saintly as she serenely heals everyone she comes into contact with. There has to be half a dozen guys who fell hard in lust just watching her sway her sexy hips past them as she walked around with a broad smile on her face.
You want to keep this beautiful creature that Amy's become all to yourself for just a bit longer, so as soon as you leave the center you whisk her off to your lair. Aelfie provides a light dinner and the two of you chat as you eat before you pick her up and carry your brunette girlfriend to the bed.
Once there she reaches for your pants but you take her hands in yours and kiss her. "Nope, not right now. Right now we're not master and mistress; we're boyfriend and girlfriend and we're just going to make out for a bit. Not everything has to be heavy, let's just enjoy ourselves."
You sit on the bed and are immediately pounced on by a wild Amy. The two of you spend some time kissing and exploring each other's body. As much as you really want to fuck her into a puddle of satisfied goo, you're afraid to push quite that fast. Instead, you both lose the shirts after a bit and you trace the freckles that lead into her cleavage with fingers and tongue, while Amy runs her hands along your muscles and leaves little bite marks along your neck and pecs that she pointedly doesn't heal.
Unfortunately you find that while your girlfriend's puffy nipples are incredibly sensitive, they're not quite sensitive enough for her to cum from them alone. A magic tongue solves that issue, and you discover that a relaxed Amy gets very giggly after an orgasm. You explore that particular revelation a bit more until you realize that she's going to be expected back at the Pelham house soon and pull away from her with a last kiss.
Amy tries her best pout to lure you back, but you pull her to sit at the edge of the bed and summon a set of platinum bracelets. Fastening them around her wrists you slide the ring on your finger and watch as she pokes at the symbol of the Hallows that dangle from each band.
"Want to guess what they do?"
"Mark me as yours?" Amy asks with a smile.
"Well yes," you smile back at her, "but also this."
The bracelets glow faintly before a leash of light springs into existence between your hand and her neck at the same time her wrists snap together behind her. With a gentle tug she comes off the bed and ends up right in your personal space. Dismissing the leash, you gather her into your arms as she turns her face up to you. You summon her phone and hand it to her. "Take a couple of pictures of us and show them to Crystal when you talk to her next—in person only."
That unleashes a bit of a monster as you're prodded into a number of provocative poses both with your mask on and off but with your face blurred slightly. She seems to especially enjoy the ones with the leash showing brightly and the video she had you take where she asks you to change the ankh to your symbol, 'so that everyone will know you own me, master.'"
After a few more kisses, Amy finally heads back to the Pelhams' and you change into your costume. Aelfie pops in and gives you a look. "You left the present under her pillow?"
"Yes, but your present not full-sized!"
"Small steps, Aelfie. Was the note with it?"
The house-elf nods, and you head into the scrying chamber to verify that the Undersiders are still heading out. Ten minutes of peering in a mirror later and you find them still getting read and hashing out last minute changes to the path they're considering taking. You head back out and ask Aelfie to remain on Crystal-watching duty, fire off a couple of texts to the girls to let them know you'll be 'busy' and pop over next door to the warehouse that Coil's pet capes will be hitting.
As much as you'd like to booby-trap the place with pranks you decide to take the high road (for once) and just monitor the situation. You're curious what Coil finally decided on for the mission; he had pondered requesting they retrieve some of the drugs and do a drop-off, but assumed that Grue would object. He was considering having Tattletale take some anyway to test her limits of what she found acceptable.
While you wait for the night's entertainment you sign in to PHO and post a link to that slashfic in your thread—well, not directly, the last thing you want is the evil electronic eye of Dragon looking your way, but the link to search results of 'Warlock/Gallant' with a chibi Clockblocker exclaiming 'Bullshit!' starts a flood of people overreacting to some serious bromance. Really, just because the docking/sounding scene was physically impossible was no reason to call the story horribly written! You respond to a couple of posts explaining that you actually do have enough olive oil to coat two guys like that—buying in bulk saves money after all.
Leaving that cesspit to fester for a bit after your last sally, you watch as the Undersiders approach on Bitch's dogs. They're taking their time and scanning the sky, so you turn to the mirror you had repaired and scry Tattletale again. At this range it only takes two or three minutes to form the image, and they're barely at the side door they've decided to slip in.
Regent is actually the one who jimmies the lock—he pulls a bump key and pops it open in less than a minute. You'd already checked for people, so you're unsurprised when they encounter no issues with people hiding inside. Lisa directs Grue and Regent to where a small amount of money is stashed, and while the guys collect that and Bitch stands guard outside she grabs any documentation she can find and sneaks cocaine and what you think is Adderall into the backpack she's carrying.
Once the three inside come together they head back out to pull a number of gas cans off the dogs. They head back inside to spread a little liquid love and you kill the scry to look around.
…you are completely unsurprised to see a floating platform about three miles out. You've been having such a good week, something was bound to happen.
Rune's not heading directly towards you, but depending on how fast things start smoking it's completely possible that the Undersiders will have a bit of a fight on their hands. A Supersensory charm tells you that Rune and Victor are present, along with a third figure you've never seen personally. They're wearing a Nazi uniform along with a WWII-vintage gas mask. Coil's information calls him 'Nebeltrupp', and he's some kind of indirect-fire Blaster.
You…
[X][Undersiders] Do nothing, let them handle whatever comes up
[X][Undersiders] Lure the E88 away
[X][Undersiders] Pop in and warn the Undersiders of the issue
[X][Undersiders] Wait to see if there's an issue, then step in
[X][Undersiders] Write-in
AN: Okay, seriously, I had a plan, and instead there's like two thousand words of not-quite-actual-sex.
This time you can blame Amy.
Anyhow, let's vote on this, and maybe I can finally get to writing the deposition and party for Thursday. Crystal has a mighty hunger for getting the S Klub to grind all over her man