From Coruscant to....(Closed for Apollo Wilde and Naphalm)

[Naphalm]

From beneath his hands, Dac heard the delicate yet undeniably manly voice of the guy taking Madoka's order. He peered at him between the gaps in his fingers and watched the exchange with a growing lump in his throat. Daciude had never felt jealous of anything before, and he had no idea why he was feeling it now, but as he watched Madoka harmlessly flirt with the admitted handsome server, it poked him like a hot iron in the gut. Of course he couldn't say anything, and he knew it was only going to get worse from here.

He focused on calming himself, trying to remember who and what he really was. Easier said than done when he was sitting in a smoke filled strip club. He sat back slowly, a deliberate movement as he scanned the room, forcing himself to take everything in.

"Keep talking..." he murmured, watching a Sulustan stuff credits into a dancing girls garment as she gyrated her ass at him. "Is this uh... like the place you worked in?" He asked, trying to imagine Madoka spinning around on one of those metal poles and suddenly flushing at the thought. "In fact, don't answer that. How about we just move on? This air is making feel... strange." It was true, the more he sat in this weird fog, a combination of whatever was wafting from several nearby booths, the more he seemed to want to stay...

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Leaning across the table, the tops of her breasts pillowed against the new gap in her tunic. Damn. She wouldn’t be able to tell if he was getting a contact high by looking at his pupils; he had no pupils to view. “Strange like how, kid? Details; need to know what it is in here that’s gettin’ ta ya,” she pulled back now to sit on the opposite end of the table, crossing her legs. “And ta answer yer question, the place I worked at was higher end.”

The server returned, setting down both drinks in front of Madoka to offer her another unabashed look at his chest, the flow of his abdominal muscles. As covertly as she could, she let her eyes run across him. Well, he was a handsome -at least under the darkness of the club- man with all of the muscles in all of the right places. It’d feel insulting if she didn’t take a least a littlleee look.

“C’n I get the tab as well?” she purred, looking up at him. Pushed her breasts together, hinting at the full curves of her figure beneath the loose tunic. Baited her hook. Watched the Theelin’s eyes go from the slender column of her throat, the dip of her collar bones, to the round lines of her breasts, and stay there for longer than he may have wanted them to. Well, that was a bit of an ego boost; she was one of the most covered up women in the room, and he still was intrigued enough to stare.

Still, her gamble proved to be pure sabaac. With a boyish grin, the Theelin shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, babe. It’s just an ale and water. It’s on me.”

“You’re too kind,” and she gave him a suggestive grin - one, which, he responded to with a smug look of confidence. At this point, Dac may not have existed for all that the server cared. Leaning across the table, it was clear that the server was going to go in for something a little more substantial for his thanks….but he was stopped by Madoka’s hand on his chest. “I do have someone with me,” and she gave him a sly grin, her eyes going over to Dac.

“Fine with me if he cares to join in,” said the Theelin affably. “I’ve never had a Miraluka.” He’d turn to face Dac now, really registering the young man as he looked him over. “Might want to take the chance before he comes all the way down.”

“Oh, I dunno. I think he’d enjoy it more if he was fully there for the experience,” replied Madoka easily. It would only be by paying careful attention to her body language that her tells were given away - she wanted the server to leave them alone. She needed to get him away long enough for Dac to have his water and focus, despite the overwhelming circumstances he found himself in. Though, a small part of her had to admit, she’d be lying if she didn’t think that the Theelin was giving her quite the attractive offer. Mmm. Being in the middle of that, she could deal with.

“Fair enough.” The server straightened up, allowing himself one last scan of Madoka’s figure. Well, if she didn’t bite, it wouldn’t be that he had a lack of other opportunity within the club. With a bit of reluctance, he left the pair at the table.

With a long sigh, she ran a hand through her hair, and took a small sip of his water. Letting the liquid sit on her tongue, she swallowed. “I don’t think he put anything in it. Should’ve asked for a bottle nonetheless,” she said, eyeing the open bottle of beer. It wouldn’t have been impossible for the Theelin to have slipped an aphrodisiac into both of their drinks. Along the lines of things for order on Zeltros. “I can’t believe I forgot about folks doin’ that. Most o’ the time it’s harmless, but if yer already feelin’ loopy, let’s get goin’.”

 

[Naphalm]

"I don't know… like the thought of getting up to leave is too much an effort?" he mused. It was an odd feeling and more on the edge of his subconscious. Some Jedi learnt techniques to control breathing, but Dac could only do it when he was meditating and this certainly wasn't the time for that. He decided to focus on the one thing that would get him through all of this, and that was Madoka. Of course to her, it would just look like he was staring off into space but he was really concentrating on her, to the exclusion of all else.

He barely noticed the arrival of the drinks, instead he watched as she settled into a provocative pose. He was reminded of the time he first saw her, the dangerous yet sexy woman who had seduced the soldier back on Coruscant. Over the last day or so he had glimpsed perhaps the real woman beneath this cunning disguise, but as of this moment he felt like that soldier, and this waiter, mesmerised and drawn in by her display.

His concentration was briefly broken as the Theelin began to encroach on his vision, and he briefly wondered how far Madoka was going to take this with him there, and that tiny pang poked his gut once again. But she stopped him, of course she would… and as she glanced over at him, Dac gave her a faint smile. He was being weak and she knew it, a Jedi should be able to take all of this in stride secure in knowledge of self-assurance. The resolute way the thought appeared in his mind bolstered his confidence… and then instantly faltered, his smile slipping from his face at the Theelin's suggestion.

He opened his mouth to speak but Madoka beat him to the punch, probably for the best. As the Theelin turned to leave, the real (at least he hoped) Madoka showed herself with her tell-tale hand through the hair. Once again, he opened his mouth to say something about the drink but quickly changed his mind, as nice as the refreshing water would have been, he really didn't want to drink something that had any chance of being drugged.

"Yes…" was all he said. Luckily his desire to leave was still more powerful than the lingering feeling of not wanting to move and he pulled himself to his feet. Out of subconscious habit, his hand drifted to his waist where his blade usually hung, but of course it wasn't there, instead concealed within his jacket. Despite still having it, he felt naked without it instantly to hand.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Yeah, kiddo, sounds like something’s a little too heavy in th’ air for ya. Let’s go.” Reaching across the table, she took his hand in hers, and tugged him lightly to his feet. The strength of the narcotics in the room was hardly enough for her to bat an eye at, but she could only imagine what it would be like for someone who’d never been exposed to it. A secondary / contact high was entirely possible, and with all that was in the air, there was no telling what he was reacting to in particular.

Back out into the street, the lights danced around them, almost like flower petals into the humid night. Long coils of hookah smoke stretched purple and blue fingers above the heads of the myriad crowds, glitter on bared flesh. Zeltros truly was a paradise for those looking to indulge in the flesh - beautiful men, beautiful women; so much beauty that it began to run together, one perfect face blending into another. Madoka seemed to blend in and stand out all at the same time - she was dressed (even with her tunic nearly unlaced) modestly compared to those around her. And, for the simple fact of the matter, so was he.

And as they weaved through the crowd, he’d get caught, snagged, by the soft grip of beautiful women, the occasional man, laughter bubbling from their throats and floating above them, mingling into the loud music that pulsed from every club, every door that parted momentarily as people exited or entered. And still she pulled him through the streets, her steps sure and certain, even though from the set of her mouth, she was actively looking. Trying to remember the streets that were once something close to being her home.

From the high street, she brought him to a side street, one that seemed nearly deserted compared to the throng of people they’d just pushed past. The side street split down into a well lit alley, late night eateries and strip clubs piled on top of one another, fighting with each other for business, but in an understood, understated way - as if there was an agreement between all of the store fronts of how things were going to be.

And, out of all of these places, she stopped in front of one, one that looked more like a flat than an actual place of business. In the front of it hung large exotic blossoms, hardly contained by their planting baskets, filling the air with a heavy sweet perfume. As if on queue, a young Zeltron woman stepped out of the flat, her dark navy hair hanging in fat ringlets about her angular face. Even within the darkness of the alley, the darker rose of a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks were clear. She was of average height, her body lean, recalling that of a dancer, running to a smaller bust and wider hips. The pale pink of her skin seemed like rose cream against a second skin midriff bearing gold top, second skin gold pants and high heels completing the look. She paused on the stairs, adjusting a strap of her high heeled sandals, and paused, as if she heard Madoka coming up the walk. She squinted, her dark brows knitting at the center of her forehead.

“That can’t possibly be Saku,” Madoka called out, half teasing, half-serious. The last time she was on planet, Saku seemed to be a gangly young woman, boy-crazy and full of life. And now, in front of her, was a beautiful (as if there was any kind of woman on the planet) young woman, with just the hint of the girl beneath the surface.

The woman instantly stopped fiddling with her shoe, and took off at a full tilt run towards Madoka. “Doka!” Stopping about a foot short of Madoka, Saku launched herself at the older woman in a tackle, wrapping her arms around Madoka’s neck.

“Ooof!” Madoka was nearly knocked off balance, but was able to stabilize herself and the additional weight easily. Setting her hand on top of those navy ringlets, she smiled up at the woman. The other woman’s heels gave her the advantage of height - but not by much. She placed a giant kiss to Madoka’s lips, and gave her another firm squeeze. “Wakusei told me you were coming, but I thought he was just joking! Doka! You look just the same as you did! Still gorgeous,” and she fluffed Madoka’s hair in an old practiced motion. “And your hair!”

Laughing, Madoka simply leaned into Saku’s touch. “Flattery’ll get you everywhere. Come, meet Dac; he’s going to be staying with me for a bit.”

Saku looked over from Madoka, and, bingo, set her gaze on Dac. Unlike Madoka’s cool, somewhat aloof demeanor, Saku’s gaze was pure, unbridled sexuality. For, perhaps the first time, Dac would know what it would be looked at as an attractive man - and by someone who probably would not take “no” for an answer.

 

[Naphalm]

A comforting smile crept helplessly across his face as Madoka's warm hand slipped into his. He let her guide him to the door without so much as a glance back at tthe nudy bar. Back on the street though, it hadn't changed in the few minutes they'd taken shelter. Dac tried to lighten up and listen to beat that pulsed through him like a second heartbeat butfound it difficult when every few steps there were people eying him up, or fondling his hair or chest, or even slapping and squeezing his buttocks.

He watched how Madoka handled all the attention but she was simply in her element. She laughed, waved, complimented, and even gave as good as she got sometimes. Somehow it was working and the crowd seemed to split before her like she was parting the sea.

Dac kept a firm hold of her hand, a life line to a semblance of sanity. It might have been his imagination, but she seemed to be keeping just as tight a hold on him.

Finally the crowd grew thinner, to more isolated pockets of indulgence. People stood in groups or browsed the different locales. They gave him appraising looks, but never more than that. Together the pair walked in silence until she suddenly and quite randomly came to a halt.

The building looked quaint, far from the metallic boxes that belonged to Coruscant. The flower blossoms gave off a perfumed, sweet aroma that unlike the fog hanging over the high street, actually seemed to clear and sharpen the senses, if only to allow you to appreciate the scent even more.

Dac stood awkwardly to one side as the woman made her appearance and the two friends reunited. He knew his inevitable introduction was due and he toyed with ideas in how he should act. Should he try the casual approach as if he didnt care that the entire planet was crazy, or perhaps he should appear tough and brash...

The moment was on him before he could decide and he was suddenly confronted with eyes that made him feel like a gizka come face to face with a Katern. He instanly blushed a deep crimson and inclined his head slightly in greeting, not trusting his voice. His gaze swept the attractive girl, staying modest despite the visor...

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Saku’s look wasn’t so much as predatory as appraising – pleased. Intrigued. It was clear that she’d gladly sleep with him if given the opportunity, but if she was going to push that or not was yet to be seen. And when he blushed, a smile bloomed across her face, open, pure, and honest. She laughed, the sound musical, and sneaked closer to Madoka, wrapping her arms around Madoka’s right arm.

“It’s nice to meet you, Dac. My name is Saku,” and her smile made her freckles wrinkle adorably around her nose and cheeks. She’d send out the faintest trace of pheromones to him; not suggesting, but probing. Trying to get him to relax. Saku rarely played the aggressor, preferring her prey to come to her.

“Where did you find him?” she asked, squeezing Madoka’s arm tighter, looking up into the brown skinned woman’s face. Standing side by side like that, they did look all the world for sisters, even if their species were different. “He’s awfully shy.”

“A favor to my old man,” Madoka said easily. “Dac’s been a bit sheltered and this is his first time away from home. I figured we’d stop off here, throw him in the deep end and see how well he does.”

“Well, Zeltros is definitely the deep end,” Saku said, letting go of Madoka’s arm. Stepping in front of Dac, she took his hand in her right hand, and then took Madoka’s hand in her left. Swinging their arms back and forth, she smiled over at Dac. “You’ll be okay here. Not everything here is a total sex den, you know? Our people have a reputation for being pleasure seekers, and I’m not going to lie, most of us are, but some of us want to do more. And I mean, someone has to cook and clean and make clothing, you know?” This close, he could smell the candy-sweet perfume she wore, fitting to her sweet demeanor.

Madoka smiled at the two of them, looking all the world like an indulgent mother. Letting her hand slip from Saku’s, she turned away from them to look at the modest flat. “It looks like we were catching you on your way out?”

“Sort of,” Saku offered with an off-handed shrug. “I was just going to pop round to the market to see if they had any fresh bread. I made dinner,” she said with a proud beam, “and had a hankering for sweet bread for dessert.”

“You know, you should take Dac with you. He’s only seen the seamier side of Zeltros, and I bet he’ll benefit from having a personal tour of the place when it’s not as overwhelming,” and Madoka gave him a sly look. She hadn’t missed the blush on his face either, and thought it was charming. Besides, she trusted Saku; Saku’d lived there for years, and was more familiar with the neighborhoods than Madoka was at this point. And it’d get him used to being in the company of a woman.

“That works out great,” came a masculine voice behind them, “Because, Madoka, I’d hoped to have some time to spend with you.” In the doorway stood a young Zeltron male, close to Dac’s age, if not a year or two younger. His skin was the same soft rose cream as Saku’s, although his freckles were lighter. His eyes were a pale golden amber, and his hair was a deep navy blue, wavy, and held back at the nape of his neck with a red jeweled hair band. His face was unmistakably, boyishly handsome, with a shy smile that couldn’t be described as anything else but “irresistible.” He was dressed simply enough – incredibly tight black tights that showed off the bulge of his manhood to perfection, and a loose fitting shimmering blue shirt over it – even from this distance, it appeared to be of diaphanous silk, and probably worth a few hundred credits. Around his throat gleamed a row of narrow gold necklaces, one of them set with a milky blue stone. Like the Zeltrons he’d encountered before, this young man gave Dac a steady, appraising once over, but instead of being predatory, his gaze was kind, understanding. Gentle.

As he walked down the stairs, his hair swayed behind him in a mesmerizing cadence, golden bracelets on either arm chiming. Now it was Madoka’s turn to blush, ever so slightly. She cleared her throat, trying to sound cocky. And at Dac’s side, Saku smirked, before letting out a low, “Wooooooo, love at first sight!” and squeezed Dac playfully.



“I’m sure it’s nothing like that,” the male Zeltron said, a slight flush darkening his cheeks. The air between him and Madoka was faintly electric; there would be no arguing mutual attraction there. Despite that, the Zeltron closed the gap and wrapped Madoka in a tight hug, his chin nestling in her airy pouf of hair. “It’s so good to see you, Doka.”

“You too, Wakusei….” and her voice was nearly muffled by his chest. She’d hesitate before hugging him back, and then clung to him, almost desperate. “You too,” she said again, softer. Trying to keep the emotion from her voice.

Before the two could go much further, Saku gave Dac’s hand a light tug. “Let’s go; there’s a lot to show you – and I’m sure they’ll be fine,” and she gave him a knowing smile.

 

[Naphalm]

Obviously the ‘silent type’ wasn’t going to last long, Dac was too polite for that. Still, he tried to instil some strength to his voice, confidence that at that particular moment he didn’t feel. “And you Saku… Madoka has told me a small amount of her time here and of you and your family. She was most eager to arrive.”

He listened and waited patiently as the two women talked about him as if he wasn’t there, not that he minded. Trying not to stare, he let his gaze wander around the street but soon found himself back to watching the women. Saku was undeniably beautiful, and much like back on the ship, Dac found himself focusing on areas that only made him blush more.

Suddenly she was in front of him, and her small hand was in his. The gesture was oddly comforting. His senses were filled with the sweet scent of her perfume, an odd but not unpleasant aroma that made him feel light on his feet. Mentally, he was comparing it to Madoka’s fruity shower wash, and found it was an equal.

He simply nodded his head to her question, again listening to the conversation. His head snapped to Madoka as she freely invited him along on Saku’s errand, and with the look she threw him, her intent was unmistakable. He did his best to keep his look neutral, not that anyone could tell he was narrowing his brow. Still, it would be a chance to see more of the culture of what the pair was saying was true and there was more to the planet than sex. Although he was already starting to accept that, a society, even one based on depravity, is as fascinating as any other.

His thoughts were distracted by the arrival of someone new. Despite having never met the man, never spoken or heard his theologies or personality or attitude, Dac instantly took a dislike to the Zeltron exiting his house. Even with Saku’s soft hand in his, his body seemingly reluctant to let it go, he still felt a pang of jealousy as the pair met in an intimate embrace.

His gaze lingered even as Saku pulled him away, till he had to turn lest he lose hold of her. He walked in silence, not daring to look back, cursing himself for being silly and getting overly attached to someone who firstly, he’d only known for a few days, and secondly, had given him no real reason to feel bonded… still….

He only realised that Saku had been talking to him when he came to the end of his train of thought.

"I'm sorry... did you say something?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Even if Saku wasn’t a Zeltron, she felt that she’d still have the innate ability to tell when there was attraction. It was clear (to even a blind man, really) that Dac hadn’t spent much time around the opposite sex, something she found both adorable and somewhat strange. Who would willingly chose to spend their life like that? Well, it took all types to make the universe go round, she supposed.

Either way, she hadn’t missed the way that Dac lingered, watching Madoka and Wakusei – and the dead giveaway that he’d been focused on them came shortly. “Nothing too important,” she said, good-naturedly. She’d leave the Madoka question alone; at least for the time being. She was curious, but let her gut do most of the detective work. So he hadn’t spent much time around women, and kept a physical distance from Madoka. Clearly the two hadn’t been intimate; she hadn’t gotten the slightest whiff from Madoka that she was even interested. Poor guy.

She’d steer him through the cobbled streets with ease. And, much to what her and Madoka had spoken about, this side of the town was much more…quiet. Subdued. Pleasant, even. The lofty apartments on either side of the narrow street had a slightly ramshackle quality – they were built in tall pillars, but the added “flair” from a succession of residents covered them in faded banners, murals, flower boxes. People conversed from window to window, would occasionally look down and wave to Saku. She’d wave back, never letting go of his hand.

She’d touch on him lightly with misting of pheromones; more as a “status” check than to get him to bow to her will. She wanted him to relax; to start to see what was happening around him. “It must have been a rough couple of days for you, huh?”

 

[Naphalm]

Dac took a deep breath, and felt his mind ease slightly. Perhaps it was just the lovely surroundings that helped his mind ease slightly, the pleasant people and general quaint asthetics made him smile. For the first time he imagined living here, owning one of these little buildings and walking down to the market on a sweet spring eve to buy bread. The troubles of the Jedi and the new Empire seemed far away in this peaceful place.

He pushed the thoughts of Madoka to the back of his mind and felt a little better for it. He concentrated on the here and now, a lesson his Master used to teach him continually. He took a moment to push his thoughts out and simply feel the buzzing life around him. The Force was everywhere and connected to everything, and he could feel it, vibrant and comforting.

"It has been rough." He caught himself, not sure how much Madoka would be telling them, despite how close she was to them. "Being cooped up on that ship I mean, it was certainly a little cramped. Not that I'm complaining of course, it was very nice of her to take me in like she did. I didn't really have anywhere else to go."

He smiled faintly, mostly to himself with how he was handling this undercover business, although so far he hadn't had any difficult questions. Just in case, he decided to try and steer the conversation away from him. "So Madoka said that she'd been away for quite some time so didn't really tell me too much about you and your Brother, what was his name… Wakusei? I think I heard Wakusei was into the law enforcement or something?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“I mean, you just look like you’ve had a hard time,” she offered lightly. That much she knew. “Madoka doesn’t usually travel with people, so I figured she had to have taken you out of a bad spot. Or owed someone major. Or a little of both,” she gave him that irresistible smile of hers that wrinkled her nose and brought out the freckles across her cheeks. “I bet her ship was cramped. She still pilots The Alto, right? She was so proud of it the day she got the credits together to get it. I was still really young, though.”

Weaving through the streets, she finally paused in front of a tiny little bakery, almost tucked away between larger shops. “Oh, yeah, Wakusei. He’s not that much older than me. He’s studying to be a lawyer. Everyone at home is super proud of him. Actually, the reason why I went all out and made this giant feast at home was for two reasons - one, that he told me Madoka was coming, and two, because he aced his last mid-term exam. He’s only got about half a semester left, then he goes on to an apprenticeship. It’s really exciting,” she lightly tugged him inside. The bakery itself was intimate, softly lit with acoustic music piped in. Making her purchase was almost a blur, and before he could register what was happening, she’d pulled him back into the street, her purchase firmly under her arm.

“But, yes, I suppose you could say that’s law enforcement. Nothing as exciting as being a police officer. And yes, believe it or not, we do have a police force here, though most things are legal. It’s really more dealing with the native problems, you know? Most people that come here aren’t here for very long. They whore, they drink, they lose their minds, then they collect their aching heads and go home. And then there are the few that fall in love, or think they’re in love, and just stay here and make a general nuisance of themselves,” and she gave him a light shrug. “I still think it’ll be good that you stay with us until you figure things out. At least that’s the way Madoka made it sound like. If you’re interested in the law, I’m sure Wakusei will be more than happy to help you.”

 

[Naphalm]

Dac nodded in agreement, trying to picture a younger Madoka standing in front of a new, clean ship. How the insides must have looked when you could actually see the floor. It brought a smile to his lips, he reckoned it must have felt similar to being chosen as a Padawan – the sense of pride and accomplishment.

He was once again brought from his revelry as the pair stopped in front of a beautiful local shop. The smell of baked bread floated out of the open doorway was wondrous. It took Dac straight back to home, and the kitchens tucked deep in the Temple, and reminded him of all the hours spent exploring those depths and talking to the servants who worked there.

Dac managed to resist the sigh that brewed in his chest. Wakusei sounded like a perfectly upstanding, and decent person, which meant that Dac could bare the man no ill-will, even with the way Madoka had looked at him. At the mention of the feast, as if on que Dac's belly rumbled and if the smell of the bread was anything to go by, the feast would be amazing. The pair passed the threshold and Dac was too busy looking about the place to notice much of what went on in the transaction. He just about remembered seeing the lovely serving girl flick him a sultry smile before he was being pulled back onto the street.

"That is most gracious. I do not mean to impose but as you have ascertained, I do have a certain amount of 'figuring things out'. In the meantime I promise to pay my way as soon as I can. Madoka has advised that I get a job but I'm not sure what I would be suited for. I was thinking something in Law Enforcement as I do have skills in that area for diplomacy. Though Madoka insists that I would be good at therapy work, I haven't a clue where I would start with that, or who would even need it in a place like this. She was just saying that because she was very talkative on our journey here."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Saku paused, turned to look at him. And really eyed him. It was a mix of suspicion, fumbling towards wanting to trust this strange, quiet youth. She knew as well as Wakusei and her mother did that Madoka wasn’t much of a talker; at least, not to complete strangers. And there was no indication that she knew Dac or was even close to him. That much was obvious.

There was more than one way to skin a vrelt.

“…I think you should speak with Wakusei about working around here,” she added lightly, doing her best not to let her slight discomfort show. Zeltrons were highly emotional people, and could not keep a lid on how they felt, so her attempts were poor at best. But, if anything, there was no malice towards him; just an unending curiosity. Who was he, that he could get Madoka to talk? And talk about what?

+++++

The feast was as Saku said it would be – bountiful, home cooked food that seemed endless. As she cleared the plates from the table, she kept an eye on Dac. Watching him watch Madoka and Wakusei, wondering what he was up to. Clearly the boy was stilted when it came to women. She’d have to fix that.

Once she was done, she sauntered back into the living room. Madoka and Wakusei were talking, and, as she suspected, Dac wasn’t doing much to interject himself into the conversation, though not for Wakusei’s and Madoka’s gentle attempts to get him to join in. She’d fix that. “Come with me,” she said, grabbing Dac’s hand, and making sure to hit him with a pheromone whammy. There’d be no turning down THAT invitation, or mistaking it for anything else.

The back porch was gently lit by the distant lights of the city, a few straggling stars struggling to be seen. And before he could say anything, she had him pinned against the wall of the house, her tongue in his mouth, fingers in his hair, pressing her body eagerly to his. “You’re too uptight,” she whispered against his lower lip as she broke the kiss. “I’m going to fix that,” and before he could answer, she was kissing him again.

 

[Naphalm]

The feast was incredible, what seemed like simple food was exotic and flavoursome to Dac. He sat at a sizeable table in the cosy home of Saku and Waku and filled himself full of soft savoury breads and stew and roasted meats of all kinds. Yet all the while, he couldn't keep his eyes from the pair across from him. Waku and Madoka could barely stop staring at each other with a look in their eyes that he didn't recognise but could guess at.

He felt a little betrayed by Madoka though he wasn't entirely sure why. Once again, for the hundredth time, he reminded himself that he had only known her a few short days and it wasn't like she'd promised him anything. But it all came back to that kiss, the kiss that had ensnared him. She'd kissed him with such intensity that it'd felt like something, some connection between them.

And as soon as they'd arrived, it was like she was a different person, and that thread-like connection snapped, leaving a bitter taste that spoiled the delicious food. So consumed with his own world that he didn't notice that it was his fourth cup of wine that slipped down his throat.

He barely noticed as his plate disappeared, but sat in silence as he brooded. Occasionally the pair would throw him a comment or question, and he either gave a short, curt answer or a gesture such as a nod or shake of his head. He didn't feel much like conversation.

His little bubble suddenly burst with the appearance of Saku at his side. Her small hand slipped into his with a gentle, yet insistent tug. He was about to politely refuse when his mind suddenly reeled with a new and entirely arousing sensation. It was warm and comforting, and smelled of sweet fruits and exotic spices. He rose, almost subconsciously and allowed himself to be directed from the room without a glance at the pair he was leaving behind.

The sensation faded, yet he continued to follow Saku, a mixture of confusion and curiosity fluttering in his chest. Of course, he could guess what Saku was about as they stepped into the quiet, pleasant evening. Such a beautiful place this world was. He turned to Saku, his lips parting as he was about to comment on it, yet the words died on his lips as she pounced on him. His back hit the wooden wall with a light crack and suddenly she was kissing him with a furiousness like he'd never known.

This was the third time in his life that he'd been kissed. The first, outside the bar, had been powerful yet over so quickly, his mind had only just caught up with what was happening. The second had been slower, and more deliberate. He'd followed every breath and nuance, so full of promise and yet had led him no-where.

This was altogether different, from the scent that filled his senses, to the way Saku's tongue played and flicked against his, drawing him out. As she broke the connection for the briefest of moments, it allowed him to see her, really see her. The moonlight playing against her soft coloured skin was truly stunning and the look in her eyes was one of real attraction, like he'd not really felt from Madoka. Still, he could not speak as she pulled herself to him once more, instead he felt his body react, his hands encircling her small waist, holding her against him as he returned the fevered kiss that stole his breath.

He gave in, surrendered to it, for he could nothing else. He trembled as his heart thundered in his chest, his actions coming naturally, from playing with her tongue to the way he held her, softly like she would break, yet never yielding, as if letting go would dispel the moment...

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“She’s probably got her tongue half-way down his throat,” mused Wakusei as he had a sip of after dinner liqueur. The attempts to draw Dac into conversation and his somewhat petulant refusal to join in hadn’t gone unnoticed by Wakusei or Madoka. And while Madoka found herself deeply annoyed, Wakusei was only amused. As a Zeltron, he was highly empathetic; could pick up the animosity that leaked from Dac. Madoka, on the other hand, had a face a bit like a storm cloud, and she took a long drag of what was in her glass – something much harsher than whatever Wakusei was drinking, based on the grimace she made.

“Well good for her. Dunno what else she’ll get out of him.”

“Don’t be like that,” Wakusei said, leaning back with a gentle smile. “She’s doing it for the greater good. Your problem is that you’re too respectful,” and his face was partially covered by his cup as he took another sip. “He’s a boy in a man’s clothing. You have to take what you want from someone like him. He wants it but doesn’t know how to go about it. He’s too bonded to his teaching.”

“I thought being respectful was the best thing. Besides, I have no idea how I feel about him anyway, other than thinking it might be nice to lay him.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” and he laid his hand on her thigh. Long used to the way that Zeltrons carried themselves (and a bit starved for physical touch herself), Madoka leaned into it, snuggling closer to him. With Dac out of the room, she felt no need to keep her distance from Wakusei. He’d grown up to be a beautiful man (though she’d expected that), and while Dac and Saku had gone out, the two had used the time to catch up. There was a current of physical attraction between the two of them, but Madoka was hesitant to push anything further. Wakusei had been like a younger brother to her, too much time had passed for her to feel comfortable with giving into any of his gentle, unspoken requests. Then again, for Zeltrons, being intimate was the same as a deep conversation; they simply let their bodies do the talking. And, as empathetic as he was, Wakusei kept his distance.

“We’ll see how he takes to Saku’s methods,” Wakusei added, with a hint of a chuckle. “She’s quite the matchmaker.”

+++++

Saku’s pheromones had the potency of a dozen sledgehammers, and, even if he had tried to fight back, in a short amount of time she would have had him cornered anyway. She was usually much more subtle with her application of them, but in this case, she knew she’d have to come out swinging. And she wasn’t disappointed. As his tongue met with hers, she freely ran her hands over his body, slipping them under his tunic to caress his chest, toy with the hardening nubs of his nipples. Pulling back to catch her breath, her eyes glittered.

“Trust me,” she breathed, pressing her lips to the side of his neck, right below his ear. Her lips were tender, before her teeth lightly closed over the flesh. Her hand slipped from his chest to the dip of his navel, to rest lightly above his groin. A moment’s hesitation, and she slipped it lower, to palm and cup at his groin, continuing to whisper in his ear.

Saku had no illusions about his feeling anything deeper for her, and truthfully, that was just how she wanted to keep it. Like Wakusei, she had noticed that Dac had some sort of lingering thing for Madoka, and Madoka was confused as to what it was that she was feeling. This, well, this was a little help; something that sisters would do for one another. Besides, it wasn’t that Dac was unattractive. Just…repressed.

She pressed her body firmly against his, continuing to rub soothingly at his groin.

 

[Naphalm]

Dac's mind swam in a sea of his own confused emotions and the powerful effect Saku was having on him. It was like all his senses were heightened and his inner lust was unleashed. All his inappropriate thoughts and supressed feelings came pouring out, and he held her tightly as her hands roamed across the bareness of his chest. His mind, so clouded, barely registered the possibility that she might find the concealed lightsaber.

It was clear she knew where to touch, where to kiss, as his body melted into hers, and as he felt her gentle hand slide the length of his body, he shivered and an involuntary groan escaped his lips. Yet something was wrong, some other sense from the back of his mind managed to fight through the clouded pheromones swimming through his mind to scream at him. With a hiss like he was escaping water, he let go of Saku and pushed away from her.

Indecision wracked him for a moment before he strode purposefully inside the house, without a second glance at Saku. The distance didn't make the effect of what Saku had done to him any less, his body still raged with unleashed need, but he wasn't able to ignore that voice, screaming that single word.

"Madoka...!" he said loudly as he stumbled into the living room. She was of course, where he'd left her, speaking to Waku. Without any hesitation, he hurried to her, not even a glance at Waku. He grabbed Madoka's wrists and pulled her up onto her feet. He didn't even feel the nerves as he pulled her close, pressing his shaking body to hers and kissed her with all the passion he could muster.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Standing on the porch, watching Dac make his way into the house, Saku couldn’t stop the Cheshire Cat grin from spreading across her face. Leaning back against the railing, she tilted her head upwards, and took in the velvet night sky. His reaction had been entirely unexpected - but better than she ever could have dreamed of.

Running her hands over the cool wood of the railing, she deftly leapt over it. It was still early enough for her to meet that charming Falleen she’d met the night before…

+++++

A lull had settled between Madoka and Wakusei, and both started when Dac stumbled in. Before she could react (or really register what had even happened), Madoka was pulled unsteadily to her feet, and her lips were crushed against Dac’s. So wrapped up in the sudden kiss that she didn’t hear Wakusei’s soft chuckle -he’d recognize the heady scent of his own sister’s pheromones-, or feel the soft touch he gave to her back, laced with his own pheromones. He’d depart discreetly enough. His interests, truthfully, ran to the both of them, but he was a patient man. What he had in mind couldn’t be rushed. They all needed to get to…know each other.

Spurred by the gentle nudge of Wakusei’s pheromones, Madoka’s tongue brushed against Dac’s lips, coaxing his mouth open. All of the restraint she’d shown from the last few days was gone; as if a dam had burst. Her arms looped round his neck, pulled him close. She pushed him back towards the couch hungrily, nudging him back with her hips, her thighs. Her arms stayed about his neck, and, once, desperate for air, she pulled free from him, touched her forehead to his. Her pupils, blown wide by desire, seemed to be endless circles of black.

“Dac, I…” Her breath was warm against his lips, whisper soft.

 

[Naphalm]

There was a terrifying, heart wrenching moment of lucidity the moment Dac's lips touched Madoka. He looked upon her beautiful startled face with worry that she would push him off, scold him for being silly. In that instant, it was as if he could feel everything, the softness of her body, the heat of her skin, the curve of her lips pressed to his. Then she reacted, and he sank back into the happy warmth as her felt her tongue tease his lip.

With the help of the pheromones coursing through his system, he returned Madoka's hunger with his own. He allowed her to push him backwards till he felt the plush sofa resting on the back of his legs. As she parted from him, he gasped for breath he hadn't realised he needed. Her sultry whisper caused him to quiver, and his response was immediate. "... I know... just... "

Whatever he was going to say was cut off as together they fell onto the sofa. He pulled Madoka onto his lap, cupping the back of her neck as he pulled her in for another kiss full of his unbridled desire. He had never felt anything quite as pleasing as gliding his tongue against hers, savouring the taste of her sweet mouth while his heart hammered and his breath was short.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Drawn into his lap, she sat primly, legs stretched lengthwise over his, arms about his neck. The way his tongue met hers, the hand on the back of her neck…had her assumptions about him being an inexperienced virgin been wrong? Unable to resist the urge to tease him, she broke away gently, giving both of them the opportunity to breathe again. Under her, he felt unnaturally warm.

“I’m not the first girl you’ve kissed, am I?”

A soft whisper against his mouth, punctuated by another kiss against the side of his lips. Her tone was light; even though they were still remote strangers, it was clear that she was teasing him. With the heat of those kisses between them, it was easier for her to relax around him, let her hands do the wandering that she felt that she’d only be allowed to do with her eyes. Under the loose fabric of his tunic, her hand crept up the expanse of his chest; ran along his pectorals, brushed against a nipple. Her face dropped from his own now, moving down to kiss right below his ear, nipping at the flesh where his head and neck joined. Trailing her kisses lower down his throat, her hand mimicked her motions, trailing lower down his chest, pausing, tantalizing, at the dip of his navel; brushed against the start of coarse hair below it.

Though her mind still whirled a hundred miles an hour, somewhere in the maelstrom a voice screaming that this probably, no, certainly, was not the best idea, the caress of Wakusei’s pheromones, the wine, the harder liquor she had was enough to keep that voice relegated to the background. Dac’s innocence was absolutely intoxicating. Caught up in the whirlwind that was just…feeling, finally letting go, she did let her hand trail lower, slipping under the waist band of his pants. She pulled away from his neck, touching her forehead to his again. Though she couldn’t look into his eyes, the gesture still carried the same weight: she wanted him to focus on her, on what she was doing.

For long seconds, she let her hand rest there, right at the very start of his pubic hair, before, with a mischievous grin directed back up towards him, letting it slip lower, to rest on the heated coil of his phallus. Cupping him boldly, she pressed her lips tenderly against his, feather light, as she shifted. Moving to straddle him, she didn’t move her hand from his phallus, letting it rest there, daring, waiting, for him to give any indication of his enjoyment.

 

[Naphalm]

Dac panted, his breath coming to him in heavy gasps. It was a welcome pause and his concern that if he stopped he'd lose his nerve didn't come to fruition, instead his desire simmered inside him, ready to begin boiling again whatever happened next. It slowly dawned on him that he had no idea what was going to happen next, he'd taken the plunge and was now metaphorically floundering.

A welcome chuckle came to his lips, and his tense body relaxed a little. "Yes... well... other than Saku about a minute ago, though it didn't... feel like this. Although there was a time when I was younger when I and a Clan mate of mine wanted to see what it was like... but he wasn't into it..." Dac was rambling, the words pouring from him as he was aware of how this amazingly sexy woman was sending his skin on fire. He could barely concentrate and soon drifted off as she pulled his attention.

Neither moved, except the gentle rise and fall of their chests and the constant hammering heart beat. Dac's hands were shaking as he held her so gently. Then she smiled and he knew it was coming. He throbbed in her hand as she gripped him, so hard, so ready. All he could do was hang onto her as she shifted her weight, looking up at her, at how beautiful she was. He didn't know what to say, or do, having her hand there, that light pressure was so teasing and exciting. As he watched her, he realised she was waiting for something, her sly expression was as teasing as her fingers.

Finally, he could take no more. "Please don't stop..." he breathed as he grinned.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“You kissed a boy?” There was surprise in her voice; and, beneath that, something that surprised even her, a deeper curl of arousal. There was no judgment in her voice; nothing hard and cold. No rejection. “Would you want to kiss one again…?” Her fingers curled deftly around his erect cock; savoring each minute throb that he gave. Her hand easily drifted up and down, slowly pumping him, teasing him. She’d close her grip on him firmly, once, twice, then lighten up, letting her fingers trace little patterns along the smooth flesh of his shaft, across the swollen slick flesh of his head. Her thumb rubbed against the head, across it, favoring the small dip.

Feeling his hands lightly trembling against her, she gave him a tender kiss. Torn now; they were past the point of no return, not with the way those pheromones had sunk their hooks in. “Here,” she said, and placing a hand over his right, she guided it to beneath the loose swell of her tunic, to rest against her stomach. She wouldn’t push it any further; she wanted him to feel comfortable enough to explore. As warm as his skin was, it now seemed to be the warmth of a distant sun compared to the heat that grew between her legs. Her leggings, second skin, were thin, and it was too clear that their actions had quite the effect on her body. The fabric was slightly damp, which belied how wet she actually was. That, she’d leave for him to explore on his own.

“Aren’t you hot?” Again, with that coquettish smile. “You seem to be wearing an awful lot of clothing…” She leaned forward, pressing her lips against the tender spot under his ear again, before nipping his earlobe. She returned her mouth to his throat now, increasing the pressure of her bites. This one was intended to leave a mark. Running her tongue over his skin, she pressed her lips hard to him, began to suck, her hand never stopping the slow, teasing strokes of his cock.

 

[Naphalm]

"Hmm?" he said, in response to her question, unable to truly concentrate on her words when she had such a hold on him. He opened his mouth to answer but simply groaned as she squeezed him, his breath catching in his throat. His whole body gave a little shudder, and he was surprised by how different another person's hand felt in comparison to his own. "Perhaps..." was all he could manage.

She kissed him, and he returned it. Once again, this was different than before, the kiss was soft, warm and sweet. It was so captivating that he didn't notice she'd moved his hand till it was being warmed by her skin, as soft and smooth as he'd imagined. But did he dare move it? He could tell by the way she released him that he was as free to roam as she was, and the pheromones mingling with his own suppressed desires were urging him on, still he found it difficult to move.

Dac tilted his chin up, enjoying the sensation of her lips pressing against his neck. He hissed as she pinched him, and slowly he drew up his courage, a spark of determination bringing a bit of confidence to his voice, "yess..." he whispered. "But then so are you..." and with that he grabbed the hem of her tunic in both hands and began to slide it up her body...

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“ ‘Perhaps’? That ain’t an answer, sweeting…Tell me...” Her lips left his throat, found his again. She’d succeeded in her ‘mission’ – a small, but very distinct, love bite blossomed where she’d latched onto him. His groans, the way he shuddered, all spurred her own enjoyment. She’d wanted to see him squirm for a while now, and she was more than impressed with the results. The innocence still clung to him, yes, but there was a fire there, one she was more than happy to provoke. And provoke she did, until he pulled off her tunic – she’d lifted her arms to aid him. Free from the garment that lightly fluttered to the floor beside them, she sat astride him now, in a deep violet lace bra that contrasted wonderfully with her skin. The fabric was tantalizing sheer, the dark circles of her aerolas and firm nipples whispered through.

With a grin, she leaned down, and, not as gently as he had, tugged his own tunic off and over his head, eagerly running her hands down his bare chest the moment it was revealed to her. “Yer magnificent,” she whispered, a hint of near reverence in her voice. Her hands ran appraising over his chest, once, twice. She closed her fingertips about his right nipple; pinched it, waited to see what his response was. She’d let go of his cock now, moving to grind her crotch against his. The firm bulge of him only served to further her hunger, and with a huff of impatience (directed at herself), she got up, unceremoniously yanked her leggings down, kicking the tangled fabric off, before moving to straddle him again. Her panties were of the same sheer deep violet, the small crotch already completely soaked through, soggy to the touch.

Without waiting for him to make another move or get adjusted, she took his hand, slid it under the waist band of her panties. Keeping her hand over his, she guided his index finger to the cleft between her thighs, and manipulating him like he was her own, began to stroke his finger back and forth across her ever dampening slit. “I want to make this good for ya…” she gasped, her eyes shutting tight, “But I don’t think I can,” now it was her time for her voice to tremble. The slightest touch of him against her cunt was nearly enough to bring her to the edge then and there. It’d been ages since she’d dealt with the raw potency of pheromones, and it left her body one long open pulse of pleasure. With a groan, she reached between their bodies, fumbling with the ties of his pants. Once they were undone, she fished through them, finding his hard length again. Grasping it, she pulled his hand out of her panties, pushed the cloth aside from her crotch, and in one smooth motion, mounted him. It’d been a flurry of impatient, groping movements, culminating with her long groan of his name as he filled her in one full flush. For moments, she could only sit astride him, trembling.

It wasn’t to last long.

Resting her head at the crook of his shoulder, she began to rock her hips earnestly into his. “Gods, Dac, so good…So, so, good…”

 

[Naphalm]

Dac tried to focus his mind on the question, it was obviously important to her but it was difficult to think on anything but this incredible woman in his lap. Especially as he gazed upon Madoka's curves, so enticing, so inviting. He gulped, swallowing a hard lump in his throat as he truly thought about the question... Would he mind kissing a man? He couldn't think of a reason why not, until a few minutes ago he wouldn't have thought of kissing anyone, but he supposed if Madoka had been male then perhaps he might have felt the same way as he did now.

"I... yes... I would..." he answered softly.

He laughed lightly as he raised himself a little to allow her to pull the tunic over his head, and watched as she examined him. Actually Dac was quite proud of his physique though he tended not to think too much of it. Training and exercise had kept his muscles tight, firm and strong. As she tweaked his nipple, it sent a little shock through his body and he gave a sharp intake of breath. He could see she was playing with him, and he was enjoying himself immensely, something that took him completely by surprise.

He traced his fingers against the softness of her belly, and slowly but surely, he inched upwards to give her breast a gentle squeeze. He almost thought he'd done something wrong as she pulled herself away from him. But then she was only removing more items, peeling those leggings down. Then she was there again, and he could smell her. It was the most intoxicating aroma he'd ever smelt, even the slightest hint of it made his cock throb all the harder.

As she moved his hand for him, he was entranced with every sensation. She was so hot and wet, her breath so heady, he savoured each gasp and moan. He didn't need much direction and began to stroke her by himself. He didn't understand her words, this was good, wasn't it?

He was only about to find out just how good it could get as she freed his member from his pants, allowing him to stand at his full height.

"Oh FUCK!" Dac had barely time to consider the thought that that was the first time he'd ever said that word. A rush of incredible, overwhelming pleasure spiked his system as his cock was enveloped in a warm, wet, tight embrace. He felt a tightness in his loins and knew what it meant from all those evenings in the showers, and so he held it back with all his might.

Her moving didn't make it any easier, he could only groan, softly mumbling her name as his hands gently held her hips. The feelings were overwhelming, and his desire boiled over. He slowly pushed upward, every time she pushed down, he pushed up, their hips meeting in the middle with a small slap of skin on skin.

"This is... oh... Madoka.. this is... incredible..."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Well, that was unexpected.

In the midst of her fevered thrusting, she let out a laugh that quickly turned into a wanton moan as she met one of his tentative upward thrusts. Opening her mouth, she was going to tease him, but a particularly insistent upward thrust from him stopped her. He was definitely a quick study; he met her thrusts easily, and she increased the force of her thrusts. Beneath them, the couch squeaked dully in protest.

Her hands moved to rest on top of his solidly, and she encouraged him to grip her hips tighter, to dig his fingers into her yielding flesh. Combining with the steady slap of flesh was the soft squelching sound of her soaked cunt taking him in. She’d stop the fevered pace now, and, leaning forward, she touched her forehead to his, sweat trailing down her temples. The two of them looked a sight; her, still in her bra and panties (hastily shoved aside to allow her to mount him), him, still in his pants, undone just enough to let his member spring free. From where she’d ridden him so furiously, there was a massive damp spot on the front of his pants.

She closed her eyes, ran her fingers through his hair. Gently gripped the back of his neck and pulled him into her for a fierce kiss, her tongue tangling eagerly with his before she let him go again, shifting higher. Reaching behind herself, she undid the clasp of her bra, and tossed the ethereal lace garment aside. Her breasts now bare to him, she pressed them playfully against his chin. Though she hadn’t asked, it was clear what she wanted him to do – but part of the game wasn’t telling. It was showing. And she, with another, long, slow indulgent grind on him, tilted her head back, her breasts at his eye level now, and she rocked on top of him, not moving so much as up and down as back and forth, working his shaft deep within her, pressing against her engorged clitoris.

From the way she shook atop him, it wouldn’t be too much longer before she couldn’t hold on anymore – she knew, in the corner of her mind, that it was too quick; that she wanted to indulge longer. But she felt as if she was going to absolutely explode if she didn’t reach that peak, if she didn’t keep feeling him inside of her, hard, throbbing, filling her. He was better endowed than she would have imagined, and with each new stroke, she gasped aloud at how some new angle would stretch her better to accommodate him.

Her pace grew more erratic, more frenzied, and she didn’t try to hold back her cries. They too had mounted in volume, long since soft whisperings of his name and now, just long exhales of sound. The pheromones worked through her, spurring her onward towards her inevitable climax. And she moved faster, the couch shrieking protest as she now recklessly bounced on his member, taking him deep and hard with each downstroke. “Oh, Gods, Dac…” She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, steadily her even as she wildly bounced atop him, “Gonna…”

Before she could even finish, her body tensed; her walls tightened on him, and, head tilted back still, she howled out her orgasm, her entire body convulsing through the strength of it. She slumped forward, sweaty, spent – but not quite sated. Her walls still spasming about his member, bathing him in her cum, her hips still pushed and pulled into his, spurring him into further activity. Her eyes tightly shut, her breath came in shuddering gasps, the pink haze of the pheromones slowly clearing. Even as she begun to recognize what had happened, who she was still mounted, who was still buried deep within her, she couldn’t stop herself. Madoka always was an opportunist.

From her position atop him, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and with a soft grunt, shifted, pulling him on top of her as she laid back on the couch. Still buried within her, she gave an insistent push of her hips up, encouraging him to keep going. On a whim, she reached between them, dampened her fingers with her cum, and, with a grin, trailed them across the tight flesh of his ballsac, pausing briefly to fondle the flesh there. And with another upward push of her hips, bucking him deeper into her, she ran her fingers down the tight crevice of his rear, gently trailing a circle about the pucker of his anus.

 

[Naphalm]

The pair fell into a natural rhythm, their bodies fitting together like blaster to holster. It was urgent, passionate, like nothing Dac could have imagined. It wasn't just the physical pleasure caused by Madoka's amazing body, but the connection between the two. Dac could sense it, a bond in the force. Not that he had the focus to contemplate such things.

As Madoka paused for breath, so too did Dac relax, simply holding her to him. He still throbbed inside her, his body eager to continue. His fingers caressed her skin, wandering over the curves and over the mounds of her ass. He allowed himself a small smile, an acknowledgement that he was finally feeling what had so drawn his attention. As Madoka pulled his head up, his hands unconsciously squeezed the mounds of flesh as they shared a powerful kiss that stole his breath.


He squirmed beneath her, each minute movement causing friction where they joined. He watched in awe as she slowly bent back and freed her chest from confinement. Dac thought that he'd never seen anything quite as beautiful, just before they were shoved in his face. And he groaned a voice of need and excitement as she ground her hips and caused him to renew his efforts to stop from finishing there and then.

Gingerly, he kissed to the tip of a hard nipple, feeling the small nub part his lips slightly. Slowly he sliced his tongue against it even as he raised a palm to firmly squeeze the other. A hunger welled inside him that he didn't know existed as he wrapped his lips greedily around her breasts, sucking, kissing, licking and swirling his tongue.

He pulled his face away, looking up at her stunning visage as they once again began to increase in pace and passion. Each harsh breath he drew exhaled with a soft moan of intense pleasure, as their bodies plunged together. Her cries of ecstasy were truly music to his ears, and he found he wanted nothing more than to keep her in that place. As he gripped her tighter, he had to really concentrate on the tightening of his muscles and control of his body.

Dac was wholly unprepared for Madoka's orgasm. He gasped as she tightened around him, and watched with open mouthed awe as she came. He didn't relent his pace, matching her insistent thrusts with his own. It seemed whatever it was floating around his system was only intensified by the sharp tangy aroma of her cum and as she repositioned them, his body naturally followed.

He looked down upon her, wet hair sticking to his neck and back, his arms either side of her head holding his weight. His hunger burned inside him with a need or release, and he needed no encouragement to begin grinding his hips. He drew back and forth smoothly and slowly, allowing her to feel his full length. He trailed his gaze down her body, following the journey of her hand to the juncture in her legs where their two bodies were entwined. The sight fascinated him, and he barely noticed her digits had moved on till he felt them brush against him.

He froze with a gasp, buried to the hilt inside her, his head snapping up to meet her eyes. She was giving him that mischievous grin of hers, and his whole body shuddered. Whether she needed his permission or not was mostly irrelevant, but he nodded his head slightly, his body trembling with excitement. He started moving again, short sharp thrusts, like a horse pawing the ground before the race.

He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss the spoke the volumes that he was feeling, his breath heavy against her skin.

Dac was just about ready to melt.