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Re: A Thief's Oasis (Hafnium) GMed by Takimaru
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Xara's somewhat coy, provocative demeanor only served to boost her 'big brother's apparent nervousness, and he would exhibit a defined pause after each time she capitalized on his verbal openings for sexual innuendo. The girl seemed so innocent, so sweet, although there were flashes of moments where Ilias could swear that it would be no different if Safiya had invited a succubus into their home. The way she had taken that deoricot--as well as him, albeit briefly--into her mouth, worked it, and even used the junirant to bring him to a mind-numbing orgasm was utterly confusing, and each moment spent with the bunnygirl proved calming, and yet so frustrating at the same time. More and more she seemed to be toying with his bodily urges, and now her words were causing vivid mental images to plague Ilias, inevitably distracting him from sustained work at a given moment. Her comments on his size only brought about flashbacks of her astonished look at the sight of his manhood. How could she be that dense? There was no way...
Then it came again, except this time from him. "Alright, well with this one, it's all about how your hands are positioned on the shaft. Keep your fingers tight around the base, while sliding the other upwards, like thi--sss..." Ilias swallowed hard. Now he was beginning to sexualize his own statements, not just Xara's. What in the world was going on? After firmly guiding her hands to the correct position, he cleared his throat and backed off, letting the petite girl make her initial attempts, but took care of the rest for her once that he saw that she was having a hard time. Finishing up with that portion of the job, he wiped the sweat off his brow and sighed, explaining, "W... well, it only gets easier the more you do it... I guess you can say I've had a lot of practice."
The comments Xara proceeded to make during the bricklaying and coating process didn't quite help either, at least in terms of keeping Ilias' mind out of the gutter. Every time she said something, he would show the expected reaction, that almost cute expression that she loved to see--of him blushing, struggling not to look at her here and there, and sometimes even messing up on what he was doing. Such a serious, and at times pessimistic fellow, and yet in his shocked reactions, within Ilias' eyes the bunnygirl could see something akin to a glimmer of hope, a chance for something ever so pleasurable in his otherwise mundane outlook. In it was a light very different from even Nadim's typical optimism, as Ilias didn't seem to have come to terms as well with his own urges, perhaps repressing them to an extent, and thus found the need for them utterly overwhelming. Xara's own nooks and crannies... satisfying her... All the different thoughts swirled about at the forefront of his mind, eventually clouding it much like a haze stifled one's vision.
And then there was the last straw. As he lifted his 'little sister' up to allow her to work on the roof, it was bad enough that his face was pressed against her warm, soft tush, and he tried hard, although in vain, to fight off his own arousal. "H...Hey, be careful," he reminded her, whenever the bunnygirl wiggled her butt against his head. "Watch it, you don't need to wiggle against my--gah!" When she made her last comment, Ilias' level of self-consciousness skyrocketed as his knees buckled, causing the both of them to come crashing down. Luckily, the near-six-footer's sturdy frame provided a decent breakfall for Xara, or at least his face and upper chest did, for her ass. "Mmphrrrmph... geht... ufff!" he ordered, though his muffled words were only somewhat recognizable.
Once he was given enough physical clearance to talk, he clutched her with a heightened sense of urgency. Unable to take anymore of the teasing, the brown-haired thief immediately sought clarification from the flirtatious bunnygirl. "Xara! You can't just.. tease me when we're doing something that important! Listen. I don't know what it meant to you, but... what you did to me the other day... I mean, are you aware of it? That I...I mean, that we, weren't juicing a junirant?" He blushed hard, swallowing.
"When you walked in that time, fine, I'll admit... I-I was pleasuring myself... while thinking about you, no less. Yet you came along, handled my most sensitive part... and made me cum right after that, too. Do you know exactly what you did to me?" Ilias' look was serious now, although the telltale flush had spread across his entire face, his eyes clearly distressed yet only partially obscuring a twinkle of hope. "No one's ever done that for me before, and sometimes it feels like I'm the only one who knows about it! I don't even know if I'm just the one who's an idiot, hoping for something that may never come... but please, if you don't intend to do anything about it, just stop! Do you even know what it's like to have the kinds of urges I have? It sucks, Xara, and I just don't want to wind up hurting you when I can no longer control myself from the way you make me feel whenever you do these things to me! I just.. don't want to hurt you." Guilt had shown itself in his expression, as the bulge in his pants had risen once again, though he did bother to cover himself with his hands shortly afterward.
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Xara: HP = 53, PP = 41, EP = 38, Status = Fine
Xara's somewhat coy, provocative demeanor only served to boost her 'big brother's apparent nervousness, and he would exhibit a defined pause after each time she capitalized on his verbal openings for sexual innuendo. The girl seemed so innocent, so sweet, although there were flashes of moments where Ilias could swear that it would be no different if Safiya had invited a succubus into their home. The way she had taken that deoricot--as well as him, albeit briefly--into her mouth, worked it, and even used the junirant to bring him to a mind-numbing orgasm was utterly confusing, and each moment spent with the bunnygirl proved calming, and yet so frustrating at the same time. More and more she seemed to be toying with his bodily urges, and now her words were causing vivid mental images to plague Ilias, inevitably distracting him from sustained work at a given moment. Her comments on his size only brought about flashbacks of her astonished look at the sight of his manhood. How could she be that dense? There was no way...
Then it came again, except this time from him. "Alright, well with this one, it's all about how your hands are positioned on the shaft. Keep your fingers tight around the base, while sliding the other upwards, like thi--sss..." Ilias swallowed hard. Now he was beginning to sexualize his own statements, not just Xara's. What in the world was going on? After firmly guiding her hands to the correct position, he cleared his throat and backed off, letting the petite girl make her initial attempts, but took care of the rest for her once that he saw that she was having a hard time. Finishing up with that portion of the job, he wiped the sweat off his brow and sighed, explaining, "W... well, it only gets easier the more you do it... I guess you can say I've had a lot of practice."
The comments Xara proceeded to make during the bricklaying and coating process didn't quite help either, at least in terms of keeping Ilias' mind out of the gutter. Every time she said something, he would show the expected reaction, that almost cute expression that she loved to see--of him blushing, struggling not to look at her here and there, and sometimes even messing up on what he was doing. Such a serious, and at times pessimistic fellow, and yet in his shocked reactions, within Ilias' eyes the bunnygirl could see something akin to a glimmer of hope, a chance for something ever so pleasurable in his otherwise mundane outlook. In it was a light very different from even Nadim's typical optimism, as Ilias didn't seem to have come to terms as well with his own urges, perhaps repressing them to an extent, and thus found the need for them utterly overwhelming. Xara's own nooks and crannies... satisfying her... All the different thoughts swirled about at the forefront of his mind, eventually clouding it much like a haze stifled one's vision.
And then there was the last straw. As he lifted his 'little sister' up to allow her to work on the roof, it was bad enough that his face was pressed against her warm, soft tush, and he tried hard, although in vain, to fight off his own arousal. "H...Hey, be careful," he reminded her, whenever the bunnygirl wiggled her butt against his head. "Watch it, you don't need to wiggle against my--gah!" When she made her last comment, Ilias' level of self-consciousness skyrocketed as his knees buckled, causing the both of them to come crashing down. Luckily, the near-six-footer's sturdy frame provided a decent breakfall for Xara, or at least his face and upper chest did, for her ass. "Mmphrrrmph... geht... ufff!" he ordered, though his muffled words were only somewhat recognizable.
Once he was given enough physical clearance to talk, he clutched her with a heightened sense of urgency. Unable to take anymore of the teasing, the brown-haired thief immediately sought clarification from the flirtatious bunnygirl. "Xara! You can't just.. tease me when we're doing something that important! Listen. I don't know what it meant to you, but... what you did to me the other day... I mean, are you aware of it? That I...I mean, that we, weren't juicing a junirant?" He blushed hard, swallowing.
"When you walked in that time, fine, I'll admit... I-I was pleasuring myself... while thinking about you, no less. Yet you came along, handled my most sensitive part... and made me cum right after that, too. Do you know exactly what you did to me?" Ilias' look was serious now, although the telltale flush had spread across his entire face, his eyes clearly distressed yet only partially obscuring a twinkle of hope. "No one's ever done that for me before, and sometimes it feels like I'm the only one who knows about it! I don't even know if I'm just the one who's an idiot, hoping for something that may never come... but please, if you don't intend to do anything about it, just stop! Do you even know what it's like to have the kinds of urges I have? It sucks, Xara, and I just don't want to wind up hurting you when I can no longer control myself from the way you make me feel whenever you do these things to me! I just.. don't want to hurt you." Guilt had shown itself in his expression, as the bulge in his pants had risen once again, though he did bother to cover himself with his hands shortly afterward.