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Re: A Thief's Oasis (Hafnium) GMed by Takimaru
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Xara's improvised excuse only earned her an incredulous look from the guard, but it did stun him long enough to help in lengthening the pair's headstart over their pursuers. From where she clung to Ilias, she had a good view of the guards chasing them, with their expressions stuck somewhere in between anger and disbelief. She wouldn't be able to see their faces in detail for long, however, as the taller thief gained a significant amount of ground in a fairly short time with his lengthy strides. Ilias might not have been considered the sharpest in the subtlety department, but he was apparently a very fast sprinter to make up for that shortcoming. Was this the way he stole water? The thought of Ilias simply picking up a jug and then running for it, silly as it might be, seemed to make more and more sense as he made a mad dash through the city streets with the bunny still attached to him. Provided, Xara wasn't particularly heavy herself, but she was still comparable to a fairly large jug of water in terms of weight, which seemed to be the group's usual haul during their most risky jobs. By how easily he handled her, it wasn't hard for Xara to feel rather safe in his arms.
It was his athletic prowess that allowed the duo to get away without having to experience the shame of public arrest, and by the time their escape had been made, the two were granted a fairly private moment on top of it all. Ilias ceased his panting and his rambles alike when Xara placed her finger to his lips, his face no less surprised than the first time she teased him on a rooftop not terribly unlike the one they found themselves on. As the bunnygirl straddled him, making her predatory look, she finally crossed the line between feigned innocence and brazen seduction in the carpenter's mind. But her newfound directness in terms of wanting him--the incident with Nadim notwithstanding--wasn't nearly enough to change Ilias' affection for her. Xara found her partner all too glad to fulfill her needs as she forcibly placed his hands upon her chest, and while his touch was still rather inexperienced, it was passionate nonetheless. If the Void Rabbit appreciated any sort of stimulation to her bosom, she'd receive plenty of it from Ilias, who rubbed her sweaty orbs up and down vigorously. For as much as he had dreamed about fondling a girl's breasts in his youth, he hadn't imagined for one to be encouraging him to do just that to them with such fervor. All too thankful for the various opportunities she granted him, Ilias did his best to please her, showing some attention to her nipples as well.
His movements grew much less refined the harder Xara rode him, however, with the rapid plunging of his sensitive rod deep into her tight canal proving to be increasingly distracting. She had shushed him earlier, but as the bunnygirl built up a rhythm to her own liking, Ilias would gasp and grunt inadvertently as his body struggled to sublimate the overwhelming pleasure in one form or another. The taller thief couldn't stand to stay flat on the ground for long, either, not with the way the spunky Void Rabbit bounced up and down on him so feverishly. Before long, Ilias allowed his instincts to take over, and slid his feet up, bending at the knees to help drive his hips upward into Xara in return. Establishing a pace that complemented her own, he matched her stroke for stroke, hilting himself deep into her pussy with each thrust. For the petite bunnygirl, the experience had turned out to be much like riding a horse--provided, a fiercely galloping one, but she had a very live partner in Ilias. It was as if her very scent drove him wild with lust, chemically setting off all the right triggers in his brain to make him take her as wildly as possible... or perhaps it simply did. As the session grew more heated, with Xara speeding ever closer to climax, she could feel Ilias' own peak rise in time.
Despite her relative lack of experience with sex, it was easy enough for her to tell on a very base level how close her partner was to cumming. The tension in his muscles built up more and more, his facial features tightened, and his breaths grew shallow as his inner workings prepared for the final moment. And yet Xara needed none of those signs to know that her lover had reached orgasm when he did, as the overwhelming sensation of his hot load quenching her thirsty cervix took over the entirety of her conscious thought. Any concerns or passing thoughts in her mind were just as quickly washed away and replaced by absolute bliss on the most primal level as she willingly allowed herself to be fertilized yet again by a most virile and suitable male. She hadn't the chance to worry about how ridiculous her expression might have looked, but she wasn't alone in that, with Ilias tilting his head back, only managing to pronounce her name amongst a series of grunts and gasps. "Hnnn... Xara... uuuhhh... h-huhhnnn.... NNNNHH! Ohhhhh! Uuuhh..." The tanned beauty felt her entire frame elevate a few more inches as her partner's glutes tightened. Ilias' body strained to empty all it could into the place where it counted most as he continued to piston in and out of her sopping cunny, only relaxing after Xara's fertile fields were thoroughly seeded. By the time Ilias finished, the smaller thief felt so full, so warm... and much more satisfied. A tiny fire deep within continued to burn, reminding her that the urge to mate was still ever present for one reason or another, but Xara's body, as well as that of her partner's, could only manage that much for the time being.
"Hahh... hahh... y-yeah, aauhh... hufff..." Ilias stammered in response, finding himself unable to pronounce more complicated words until a few minutes after his initial attempt. He held the girl close to him when she collapsed, savoring the afterglow up until she mentioned something about his pants. Pants... pants... the word echoed through Ilias' head, but didn't register for a few moments. Then, when it did, it sent a chill down his spine. The carpenter sat up with surprising speed. "By Gallahn, I don't have my pants! I-I... must have stepped out of them back there in the alley. Did I? Oh no..."
He could hear Safiya's voice in his head now. "What have you been showing poor Xara, you PERVERT?! Did you let her find you like this? Should I even ask what in the world you were doing while all of us were looking for you?!"
Ilias swallowed hard. "I need to find some pants. There's no way I'm going back to the house without a pair. Could you help me?" He began to look around the rooftop for any lines where residents might hang up their clothes to dry. But while the ropes were in plain view, not a single garment could be seen--of course it had to be that the people living in this area wouldn't leave any articles they valued out unattended. A look across at neighboring rooftops would produce similar results. Just his luck. The bunnygirl was far more fortunate in the clothing department, with her own bottoms hanging from around one leg and none of the contents of her pockets lost.
Given the lack of materials to work with, at least in their immediate vicinity, they would need to break into a home in order to secure a pair of pants for Ilias, or improvise using materials on hand. Xara had her cloak on hand, though the result of attempting to jury-rig the article into bottoms for the taller thief might look rather conspicuous...
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Xara: HP = 53, PP = 41, EP = 38, Status = Pregnant
Xara's improvised excuse only earned her an incredulous look from the guard, but it did stun him long enough to help in lengthening the pair's headstart over their pursuers. From where she clung to Ilias, she had a good view of the guards chasing them, with their expressions stuck somewhere in between anger and disbelief. She wouldn't be able to see their faces in detail for long, however, as the taller thief gained a significant amount of ground in a fairly short time with his lengthy strides. Ilias might not have been considered the sharpest in the subtlety department, but he was apparently a very fast sprinter to make up for that shortcoming. Was this the way he stole water? The thought of Ilias simply picking up a jug and then running for it, silly as it might be, seemed to make more and more sense as he made a mad dash through the city streets with the bunny still attached to him. Provided, Xara wasn't particularly heavy herself, but she was still comparable to a fairly large jug of water in terms of weight, which seemed to be the group's usual haul during their most risky jobs. By how easily he handled her, it wasn't hard for Xara to feel rather safe in his arms.
It was his athletic prowess that allowed the duo to get away without having to experience the shame of public arrest, and by the time their escape had been made, the two were granted a fairly private moment on top of it all. Ilias ceased his panting and his rambles alike when Xara placed her finger to his lips, his face no less surprised than the first time she teased him on a rooftop not terribly unlike the one they found themselves on. As the bunnygirl straddled him, making her predatory look, she finally crossed the line between feigned innocence and brazen seduction in the carpenter's mind. But her newfound directness in terms of wanting him--the incident with Nadim notwithstanding--wasn't nearly enough to change Ilias' affection for her. Xara found her partner all too glad to fulfill her needs as she forcibly placed his hands upon her chest, and while his touch was still rather inexperienced, it was passionate nonetheless. If the Void Rabbit appreciated any sort of stimulation to her bosom, she'd receive plenty of it from Ilias, who rubbed her sweaty orbs up and down vigorously. For as much as he had dreamed about fondling a girl's breasts in his youth, he hadn't imagined for one to be encouraging him to do just that to them with such fervor. All too thankful for the various opportunities she granted him, Ilias did his best to please her, showing some attention to her nipples as well.
His movements grew much less refined the harder Xara rode him, however, with the rapid plunging of his sensitive rod deep into her tight canal proving to be increasingly distracting. She had shushed him earlier, but as the bunnygirl built up a rhythm to her own liking, Ilias would gasp and grunt inadvertently as his body struggled to sublimate the overwhelming pleasure in one form or another. The taller thief couldn't stand to stay flat on the ground for long, either, not with the way the spunky Void Rabbit bounced up and down on him so feverishly. Before long, Ilias allowed his instincts to take over, and slid his feet up, bending at the knees to help drive his hips upward into Xara in return. Establishing a pace that complemented her own, he matched her stroke for stroke, hilting himself deep into her pussy with each thrust. For the petite bunnygirl, the experience had turned out to be much like riding a horse--provided, a fiercely galloping one, but she had a very live partner in Ilias. It was as if her very scent drove him wild with lust, chemically setting off all the right triggers in his brain to make him take her as wildly as possible... or perhaps it simply did. As the session grew more heated, with Xara speeding ever closer to climax, she could feel Ilias' own peak rise in time.
Despite her relative lack of experience with sex, it was easy enough for her to tell on a very base level how close her partner was to cumming. The tension in his muscles built up more and more, his facial features tightened, and his breaths grew shallow as his inner workings prepared for the final moment. And yet Xara needed none of those signs to know that her lover had reached orgasm when he did, as the overwhelming sensation of his hot load quenching her thirsty cervix took over the entirety of her conscious thought. Any concerns or passing thoughts in her mind were just as quickly washed away and replaced by absolute bliss on the most primal level as she willingly allowed herself to be fertilized yet again by a most virile and suitable male. She hadn't the chance to worry about how ridiculous her expression might have looked, but she wasn't alone in that, with Ilias tilting his head back, only managing to pronounce her name amongst a series of grunts and gasps. "Hnnn... Xara... uuuhhh... h-huhhnnn.... NNNNHH! Ohhhhh! Uuuhh..." The tanned beauty felt her entire frame elevate a few more inches as her partner's glutes tightened. Ilias' body strained to empty all it could into the place where it counted most as he continued to piston in and out of her sopping cunny, only relaxing after Xara's fertile fields were thoroughly seeded. By the time Ilias finished, the smaller thief felt so full, so warm... and much more satisfied. A tiny fire deep within continued to burn, reminding her that the urge to mate was still ever present for one reason or another, but Xara's body, as well as that of her partner's, could only manage that much for the time being.
"Hahh... hahh... y-yeah, aauhh... hufff..." Ilias stammered in response, finding himself unable to pronounce more complicated words until a few minutes after his initial attempt. He held the girl close to him when she collapsed, savoring the afterglow up until she mentioned something about his pants. Pants... pants... the word echoed through Ilias' head, but didn't register for a few moments. Then, when it did, it sent a chill down his spine. The carpenter sat up with surprising speed. "By Gallahn, I don't have my pants! I-I... must have stepped out of them back there in the alley. Did I? Oh no..."
He could hear Safiya's voice in his head now. "What have you been showing poor Xara, you PERVERT?! Did you let her find you like this? Should I even ask what in the world you were doing while all of us were looking for you?!"
Ilias swallowed hard. "I need to find some pants. There's no way I'm going back to the house without a pair. Could you help me?" He began to look around the rooftop for any lines where residents might hang up their clothes to dry. But while the ropes were in plain view, not a single garment could be seen--of course it had to be that the people living in this area wouldn't leave any articles they valued out unattended. A look across at neighboring rooftops would produce similar results. Just his luck. The bunnygirl was far more fortunate in the clothing department, with her own bottoms hanging from around one leg and none of the contents of her pockets lost.
Given the lack of materials to work with, at least in their immediate vicinity, they would need to break into a home in order to secure a pair of pants for Ilias, or improvise using materials on hand. Xara had her cloak on hand, though the result of attempting to jury-rig the article into bottoms for the taller thief might look rather conspicuous...