mysterious ways

[Haku Soul]

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Grats, youre in, but shall we continue this a little bit? I find this thread quite interesting, and so does Haku. [502]

Haku’s heart beat steadily, along with regulated breaths. There was always a certain calm within him, no matter how violent the storm proved to be. He was pleased with what he saw on the outside, but she was a mystery for him, and he found out he wanted it to be that way. Much more room for interesting mind games to play and explore. Her hands slid down, and even at the gentle touch, the wound burned under the bandages. He did not react though, as pain was a beautiful thing he had learned to appreciate just as much as anything. He had loved the first five words she now had spoken. He wondered if she would stand by her words when that moment arrived.

Her proper answer was good enough. He did not have any more questions about this matter. You’re in. His eyes did not falter, and dug deeper into her beautiful pools. He lowered his face slightly, letting his nose barely touch hers, as if by an odd coincidence from someone that merely had bowed his head a little. It was not, however. His grin has slightly disappeared as she had spoken about her skills, true or not, but now it slowly crept back upon his handsome face at the same time as he let his hands glide down to her hips and place themselves a bit further behind, on her behind.

Her fur was soft and warm against his hands, and he pulled her gently against him, drawing her scent into his nostrils, that wonderful scent of female, a beautiful and young female ready to be corrupted. The thought was lovely, and he foresaw plots together with her, if she was able to fulfill his expectations. There was a dreadful large chance that she would not, but Haku was a forever positive creature, and could work with gruesome plots together with the demon endlessly. He was corrupted and he knew it so very well. Guild was something he did not know of. Only sweet pain and misery. Yet, he did not see himself as a monster.

Now, how would this end? He knew Cercelee would dislike this strongly if she had known, but the Alphess was not here, now was she? Now, he had a question after all. Anything I want, hmm? Gentle and teasing voice, but he knew what she was pulling forth in him, and so if she could not handle it, the time to stop was now. Cercelee and her idiotic morals and rules were slowly drifting into the mist, and this female was so open and inviting. Could he be blamed for her little mind games? He thought not, if she wanted to play a game, she could not quit before the game had ended, and he would be the one writing the rules.

His breath picked up barely, though his inner excitement was not visible anywhere but in the small flame that was slowly rising within his eyes.

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