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Re: Oval Eyes (Grave)

Through the entire time Grave spoke to her, giving her his weary expression, Club did nothing but grin ear to ear, with a flush on her cheeks. Slowly, she sank into the water, until only her nose and eyes were above the surface. Slowly, she drifted towards him, staring at him intently, almost like an aquatic predator. Since the water was nice and hot, it was hard to see under it's surface. However, he'd certainly be able to feel his predator's limbs, latching onto his body. It may have been easy to mistake her horns sticking out of the water to be of the same threat as the sight of a shark's fin.

Once she latched onto him, her legs went around his waist, and she happily rested her rear end on top of what she desired most. Reaching up, her arms wrapped around the back of Cynder's neck, bringing him down, into a sudden kiss.

Club squealed with delight, giggling as she stole a kiss from him. "Club is so happy she gets to violate Gwave~!" she announced to him, one of her hands releasing his neck, while the other kept him in check, to trail down, and reach past his belt line, gripping a certain, sausage shaped organ.

With a lewd grin, Club almost appeared as if she were drunk with lust. Leaning up, while awkwardly rubbing his length, wishing it to grow thick, and stiff, Club closed her eyes, and leaned towards Grave, as if for a kiss, before she went past his cheek, the flat of her chest pressing against his, as her tongue stuck out to lick the sensitive places of his ear.

"Don't be shy, Gwave, Club will be gentle~" Club giggled into his ear, moaning as she took his earlobe into her mouth, and began sucking on it.
 
Re: Oval Eyes (Grave)

As he watched the goblin, Grave quickly came to the conclusion that he was completely ignored. He realized he should have seen it coming. With a sigh, he resigned himself to his fate. Resisting Club's advances was not an activity that would ensure his continued survival, given the girl's short temper and insane physical strenght. The half-blood wasn't expecting her to be this perverted, though. From what he hard heard from Cynthia and other monster girls he had met, this kind of attitude wasn't exactly uncommon, but the goblin's child-like appearance fooled him.

Cynder's eyebrows raised as he watched her sink, then move forward like a shark. Even her grin was shark-like. He wasn't sure what to think of this, but it didn't bode well. He felt her grab him, easily imagining her restraining him with her strong limbs. He also noted that she didn't waste time, pressing her body against his, then suddenly pulling him into a kiss. Altough the situation was disturbing, he had to admit - blushing as he did so - that she wasn't bad. In fact, she exactly knew what she was doing... It was likely that Club had more practice than the half-blood, something that both creeped him out and made him a little envious. He was new to sex, but when asked, he would admit it was very enjoyable.

Grave frowned a little when Club stated that she'd be violating him. Of all the words, she had to use that one? Technically, it applied to the situation, seeing as she was pulling him into it, but he didn't like the sound of it. Oh well, too late to argue the point. Not like it had any impact on the situation. The girl seemed too focused on getting what she wanted to care. Besides, the man couldn't bring himself to stop her. She seemed so happy... He really didn't feel comfortable about ruining that picture. That being said, he wasn't sure whether he felt comfortable with her hand around his weak point, even if she was doing a good job.

When the girl prepared herself for what seemed to be a kiss, Cynder decided to play along. Leaning forward and raising his arms to grab her, he was caught off guard by her sudden manouver. It didn't occur to him that a partner's ear was something that took part in foreplay, and decided to remember this detail for later encounters. This sensation was different from what Club did to him with her hand, and turned out to be quite effective. Grave's blood began to flow faster, both in his face and in other places. "I hope so." He responded to the goblin, hoping that his blush was not too visible. Boy... This was so embarassing. He hoped that Cynthia would never learn about this. Knowing his luck, he knew she probably would.
 
Re: Oval Eyes (Grave)

Letting his ear go with a pop, Club pulled back to look at Grave directly, her face red with excitement, accompanied by a lewd smile. "He-he~" she giggled, looking at his face directly, "Gwave looks cute when he's embarrassed. Don't worry, this Club will make you feel like a man~" she promised, sounding as if she was trying to be a bewitching seductress.

Suddenly moving forward, it happened with a white shock. Little stars seemed to pass in front of Cynder's eyes as a sudden, powerful sensation overtook him. In the area of his loins, something very wet, and very tight seemed to swallow the very thing that made him a man inside itself, almost creating a feeling of being trapped, unable to escape a prison of pleasure. At the same time, Club displayed an emotion that he had never seen before on her face.

Absolute bliss.

Her mouth agape, her eyes rolled back into her head slightly, as through the water, Grave could see her petite body taking him inside of her. "Gwave belongs to Club now!" Club suddenly announced with ecstatic glee in her state of sexual bliss, grinding herself around, her genitals sucking on his length as if it were a delicious treat. "I'm raping Gwave!" she shouted again, her eyes watery as if crying, not with sadness, but with joy.

Club stared at Cynder with endearing eyes, like a girl that was insanely in love with the man she had chosen to be her soul mate. "Did Club steal Gwave's virginity?" she asked him with a lustful, breathless tone, before she took a deep breath, moving her body up, sliding her inner walls along his shaft, and then bringing it back down slowly, savoring the feel of his manhood within her body. "Club is violating Gwave's virgin dick~" she announced, as if wanting him to know. Her hand ascending, her palm cupped Grave's cheek, bringing him into a kiss that Club savored as if that kiss was yet another part of taking Cynder's innocence.
 
Re: Oval Eyes (Grave)

Grave glanced to the side a bit, trying to swallow the fact that he was easily handled by a little girl. He also tried to repress the memory that he was going along with it. This, however, completely ceased to matter as soon as Club made her move. The sensation was unlike anything the half-blood had experienced earlier, and left him dazed for a moment. After he was done admiring the pretty little stars dancing in front of him, he realized that the goblin finally took him in. His hands grabbed the girl's hips as he collected himself, panting.

Altough his previous partners were good, at that moment Cynder was pretty damn sure that none of them could match Club. She was incredibly tight - her insides maintained a death grip on him. He could swear it was too strong for him to fight it - not that he even wanted to. Whatever objections the young man still had were slowly evaporating while he savored the pleasure, lust getting the better of him. He could see that Club was enjoying herself too, even more than he did. Perhaps he could take advantage of that to try and take initiative...

Or perhaps not. Before Grave decided what to do next, the girl recovered and began to grin against him, sending a jolt of pleasure through him as she claimed him. His eyes met her own as she asked him. At that moment, he wondered how to answer that... Should he tell her the truth? Or should he lie? He didn't even want to muse about this - Club was starting to move, her pace almost painfully slow, giving him a good "taste" of her. His left arm began to rise, slowly roaming across her body. "You're wonderful." That was all he managed to think of - and say - before the two of them kissed again. This time, he was much more eager. Using his legs to get some leverage and his right arm to hold Club down, Grave began to move, thrusting slowly, almost carefully, savoring the sensation of the goblin's pussy holding him in.
 
Re: Oval Eyes (Grave)

Staring at Grave, Club's motions slowed, only the slight stimulation of Grave's own enthusiastic thrusts keeping the erotic stimulation going, as the red faced goblin stared into Cynder's eyes. Suddenly, a smile widened on her face, as the goblin began laughing with glee, raising a hand to smooth her fingers along his lips. "Gwave's slutty face~" she giggled, sticking a finger into his mouth, smearing it around, before pulling it out, slimy from his saliva.

Without hesitation, she put the saliva covered finger into her own mouth, sucking on it suggestively in front of Grave. Pulling it out, she showed him that she sucked it clean, before snuggling up to the front of his naked body. Her lower half adjusted, squirming his length around inside of her tight folds. Just the act of being bent at an odd angle, putting a terribly incredible sensation of pleasure onto him.

"Gwave can't stand it, can he? Club's amazing pussy~" she giggles, holding herself to him, rocking with his slight, humping motions in the water. Letting out a moan, one of Club's eyes closed from a sudden sensation of pleasure, her body squeezing around Cynder, the smooth folds sucking on his dick tightening, trying to milk anything it could from his shaft. Suddenly, her smile turned sincere, as if she remembered something important.

"Gwave's cock feels good too..." Club moaned passionately under her breath, saving the rest of her strength for concentrating on fucking the man she was so happily 'violating.'
 
Re: Oval Eyes (Grave)

Grave reacted to Club's efforts, picking up his pace. Her display combined with closing the distance between their bodies aroused him. On top of that, by changing her position, the girl amplified the pleasure he was feeling. Cynder was gasping, his breath becoming heavier. She was right - her pussy was amazing. His hands moved to caress her back as she rocked against him. The young man was steadily getting more into the act, excited by her moans and encouraged by her words. Interpreting her praise as a sign to keep going, Grave began to thrust harder and faster. Her pussy was so damn tight, it was driving him mad. He no longer wanted to take it slowly, he simply wanted to fuck the girl on top of him until she was screaming.
 
Re: Oval Eyes (Grave)

"Ah! Gwave!" Club cried out, holding him tight, screaming as he desired from the ferocious penetration. "Club's gonna cum if you fuck her like that!"

At first it seemed like resistance. Club's body tightened to such a degree that Grave would feel as if she was trying to keep his length out. But after a moment, with Cynder's enthusiasm reaching an unforeseen peak, Club was actually locking him in place. With such incredible sensations, and Club reaching her orgasm, he'd find that he was holding her climax in, saving it for the moment Grave cums himself. And to that end, her body tightened, and her limbs held strong to him, denying him any escape. As if he would even wish to do so.

The sex came to a point where Club was screaming non-stop. The both of them fucking each other like wild animals, difficult to tell which one was dominant, even though Club was smaller, the goblin continued to fuck the half-breed human until both her, and his genitals were red and swollen from the intense intercourse. "Cum inside Club, Gwave! Cum inside me! Club can't take it anymore! G-gonna cum! I'm gonna cum all over Gwave!" she announced passionately, driving Cynder's length deep inside her body with each ferocious stride, her petite pussy sucking tight to extract his seed.
 
Re: Oval Eyes (Grave)

At first, Grave was somewhat worried when he felt Club tighten so much. Was she trying to stop him? Was he doing it too hard for her? However, he could feel her hold him tight, preventing any attempt to escape. Taking this as a sign to keep going, he continued to thrust. The girl was screaming so much... Was she really so sensitive? This could be fun in the future...

As Club begged him to finish, Cynder tensed. He was very close to reaching his limit as well, and he had a feeling that he'd have trouble walking for a while after this. After a few more thrusts, he grabbed her hips and made one final move, pushing deep into her and releasing his seed. His back arched as he grit his teeth, trying not to shout. The orgasm was a mind-blowing sensation for him - he came a whole lot, pouring into Club, moving a couple of times to get the most out of it. His face expressed nothing but pure bliss.
 
Re: Oval Eyes (Grave)

With the tight sensation of her body all around his length, Grave could feel, powerfully so, the throbbing his length made to ejaculate. Her tight insides made it very difficult to actually cum, which ended up increasing the sensation of the climax tenfold. Just like her appearance, the inside of her womanhood was soft, but powerful. And as he came, releasing the contents of his length inside of her, her body seemed to move, and act with a will of it's own. As if by instinct, her genitals seemed to suck on him as if to drain him of all his nutrients.

It was only when he stopped cumming, that Club seemed to relax. It seemed a natural desire, for a monster such as Club, to keep at the session until her partner released his seed. If Cynder hadn't cum when he did, or took much longer to do so... One could wonder just how long Club would keep at it, until his will finally gave way.

With a giggle, Club rose to her feet in a sudden instant. With her being so tight, none of his seed could leave her. Spreading her legs a little, Club grinned as she looked at Grave. Using two fingers, she spread herself open, before globs of his cum suddenly started splashing into the water, flowing out from her pink nether lips.

"Club made Gwave into a man~" she cooed proudly, "Just look at all of his stuff coming out! Club might be pregnant now! Club will name her child Oval, cuz Gwave's eyes are oval!" she laughed happily, before unplugging the tub with a simple motion of her toe, and leaping out of the tub with a big splash, crudely fetching a towel to dry herself with as she stepped over to the bed.

Mostly dry, Club leapt, and took a seat on the bed, before looking at Cynder with a lewd grin. "You're going to sleep naked, Gwave." she told him matter-of-factly, in a way that suggested that he had no right to veto, and that if he truly did try to forbid it, he would be taken by force. "Club gets really horny in the mornings. She'll just take out all of her frustrations on Gwave's cock." she announced her plan.
 
Re: Oval Eyes (Grave)

The climax was absolutely mindblowing. For a while, Grave wondered whether he would be able to actually come inside of her, considering how tight she was. Savoring the sensation, he missed the unexpected movement on Club's part, even though the sucking sensation added a bit to the pleasure he was feeling. Once both of them were done, he was content with just sitting there for a while and waiting for his senses to get back to him. Club, however, seemed to recover much faster than the man.

Cynder wasn't all that interested in her display, even if he was a little suprised at how much... Liquid he managed to leave inside of her. He didn't mind the fact that she seemed proud - in fact, he was feeling pretty damn good too. Still sitting in the tub and watching the water drain out of it, he savored the afterglow, his mind wandering. He couldn't help but have this nagging feeling that he missed something very important. Fortunately (or not), his brain was booting the previously shut-down parts quickly, so it didn't take long before it hit the half-blood like a bag of bricks.

Pregnant.

Grave knew that there was no way she could tell whether she was pregnant or not right now, but the thought was somewhat chilling. He briefly wondered about having to take care of a child, all the responsibilities and dangers involved. He also realised that he pretty much had no idea HOW to take care of a child, and paled. His previous assessment of the problem was clearly and understatement. Very big understatement. And even if Club wasn't pregnant now, if she carried out her threats - which, quite frankly, seemed very likely - pretty soon she would be.

Cynder turned his head towards the goblin, opening his mouth to speak... And paused. What the Hell was he supposed to say? He was confused and, to tell the truth, somewhat scared of accidentally irritating someone capable of punching him in half on a whim. Sure, she was pretty damn attached to him, but it only meant she would avoid killing him... Hopefully. Club was not the sharpest tool in the shed. And annoying her could be a very risky tactic. Sighing, the man gave up. "Just try to wake me up first, ok?" He said that a little dryly, unable to contain the sarcasm.

Grave stood up and got out of the tub, grabbing a towel on the way. As he dried himself, he noticed his own clothes on the floor and frowned. He had to take care of that, and wash Club's outfit too. Wrapping the towel around himself to cover his lower body, he picked the clothes up and returned to the activities he planned to do before he was interrupted. Washing stuff was not a hard task, and fairly relaxing. It gave him some time to calm down and think things over. 'Freaking Hell... No point in worrying about a kid that wasn't even born right now. We'll burn that bridge once we reach it...'

Now that he was thinking about it calmly, Cynder began to wonder what kind of a child it would be. He was half-human, half-echidna, while Club was a completely different kind of monster. He assumed that monster girls gave birth to monster girls, at least usually. Cynthia mentioned that there was some magic involved in his birth... But with two kinds of monster blood involved, what would the result be? Some kind of mix? Or perhaps his human blood would leave an impression after all? He had no idea. There was one thing he was certain of, though. "You know... Oval is a pretty nice name."
 
Re: Oval Eyes (Grave)

Club giggled at Grave's expression, "Teasing Gwave is so much fun! Ha, ha, ha!" the goblin laughed with amusement. "For Club's kind, it's really hard to get pregnant. But that's okay, cuz Club and Gwave will have lots of chances, right?" Club said with a sly grin and a wink.

She watched him the entire time he washed his clothes. Her eyes focused on every motion he made, Club would giggle when the clean clothes would emerge. "Gwave would make a good wife for Club!" she announced happily, before holding her hands out to him, "Come over here, Gwave! Club's been keeping up to sleep with you!" she announced with an endearing tone. And it was true. Just by looking at her, she appeared ready to flop over and be out like a light, but there was something specific she wanted to cuddle up with before she would be comfortable.

Once Cynder was finished with his clothes, and neared the bed, Club's awaiting arms, reversing the double standard set within the society he lived in, gripped his sides, and gently lifted him off of his very feet. The small girl, Club, standing on her kness on the bed with Grave in her hands, giggled as she swung him in, rolling with him into the bed, and bringing some of the covers with them. Without hesitation, Club crawled up once Cynder was in the bed with her, laying on his side with the covers wrapped all around them, until her head popped out into the open, bearing a wide, goofy smile. Happy. And content.

Laying on her side, facing him, Club's smile faded, as her hands reached out slowly from under the covers. Her fingers found his hair, and the back of his neck, and gently pulled, drawing his head closer to her. Adjusting herself, she laid flat on her back, and brought his head down, resting it upon her slim body. Despite the weight, her body continued to breath normally. Keeping his head laying on her firm, but smooth belly, Club let out a sigh of relaxation as her fingers combed through his clean hair. Her eyes shut, her hand pet along Grave's head in smooth, and tender motions.



Their consciousness fading together, the long day, and the adventure within, came to a peaceful conclusion. But Cynder's troubles were far from over...

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Chapter 3: Golden Revenge​



"... I've found you..." a dark voice whispered in Grave's dreams as he slept. "You have no idea... How much I've wanted... To kill you..." whispered a voice of seething hatred. All around him, golden flames seemed to flame, and spark, steadily growing hotter, as if threatening to burn him alive. "You think you understand what hate is? You have no idea... Brother..."

"I feed them... You will too..." whispered the voice, while Cynder felt as if his very soul was being burned. "I wish that I were dead... My blood has turned from red to black..."

Suddenly, a hand of gold launched through the flames, reaching for him, it's palms arching to crush him the moment it seized him. "My world is gone... Their claws are around my throat, and squeezing tighter... Insanity, is coming over me... All because of you...

"I will burn everything you find precious, GRAVE!"
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He woke with a sudden start. Sweating, hard pounding from intense heat, beads of sweat ran down his face, soaking the bed sheets below him.

Curled around his head, Club groaned as he gave his sudden jolt, startled into the conscious world. His vision was black, even though the room was brightly lit by the gems, as his forehead was against Club's crotch, with her arms wrapped around his head, and her legs around his neck, snoring soundly.

"Tell me of your dream." whispered a sudden, but very familiar voice. Standing over the bed, Cynthia looked down at him with her emotionless red eyes, while holding a tray in her wings complete with a seasoned egg breakfast, and a red colored fruit drink contained in a clear glass.
 
Re: Oval Eyes (Grave)

Club's words were both reassuring and mortifying, in a way, but this time Grave didn't let them get to him. To an extent, it was because he was feeling really tired. He had a bad day, one filled with suprises, including the discovery of his own conscience - something he had been considering to be dead. A nice, long rest would probably help him gather his bearings together and prepare for the next day. Shrugging off Club's last remark (When the Hell did I get promoted to being a wife? And there's nothing wrong with being clean from time to time, thank you very much, especially after spending a few years on the road.), he put the clothes away to let them dry, then moved to the bed, noting Club's fatigue on the way. She had to be very restless today.

Cynder wasn't used to sharing a bed with anyone, but he had a feeling he didn't have much of a choice. This thought didn't make him any less embarassed about being handled like a little girl by... Well, by a little girl. Well, at least Club was happy. That had to be a good thing, he told himself. He had to admit he was rather happy too, finally having someone who accepted him. Facing her, the half-blood tried to smile back at her, but he felt a bit too tired to crack a grin. He was feeling sleepy, and the bed was very comfortable and warm. Cozy, he thought as his eyelids began to close. He felt the girl's arms wrap around him, moving his head until it was resting on her body. Well, if she didn't mind it, he wouldn't mind it either. Slowly, the young man fell asleep...

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Grave felt that something wasn't right. It wasn't like the last time, when he was immobile, trapped in pitch-black darkness and going through agonizing pain. This time, he didn't feel that anything was trying to bind him. But that time, it was simply pain. The pain of emerging from darkness into light, a terrible but temporary state which he had left behind. This was, he realized, something worse. Something insubstantial, at least now, but absolutely wrong. He couldn't tell what it was, but for some reason, it awoke a nameless terror within his heart. It was something he couldn't comprehend, something his mind refused to understand. Was this a nightmare of some sort? What on earth could possibly cause such reaction in him?

Then, the voice came. Cynder listened to it, fascinated and repulsed. It felt evil. Cruel, hateful, it craved his demise. It sparked golden flames, which threatened to burn him. He could feel the heat, but he couldn't escape them. He could not avoid the voice either, calling out to him, taunting him... And at the same time, declaring him it's brother. The half-blood felt that he couldn't deny it, even though his mind screamed that whatever it was, it couldn't be related to him. It was corrupt, and it sought to corrupt and destroy. The young man felt his strenght fade as the golden flames spread searing pain through him again. This was different from before - it wasn't physical pain. Rather, it was the pain of a soul, pain of one who sought death.

Grave could only stare as a giant hand emerged from the flames. It moved towards him, threatening to crush him, and without a doubt he wouldn't be able to escape or stop it. All the suffering, insanity and regret had been blamed upon him, and the voice desired revenge. It wanted him to suffer. Trembling, he realized what this was. This was true hatred. Not mere loathing and contempt - it was pure malice, driven to extreme levels by madness. He tried to back away, run and hide, but he couldn't. The flames were everywhere, and the hand kept reaching out for him. It would seek him out, no matter where he went. And he knew that there was no place to hide from it. Whatever was after him now, it knew how to find him. It knew him.

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Cynder woke up startled, frantically looking around. The fact that he couldn't see a damn thing nearly gave him a heart attack until he realized that it was because Club was blocking his vision. Once he realized that, he let out a breath he was unconsciously holding, and raised his hands to pry off the goblin attached to him. He was aware from the fact that his heart was going into overdrive and the sheets were soaked with his sweat, but he could also feel his body slowly return to normal. That's right. He was in the tower, safe and sound, and Club was sleeping soundly by his side. Or rather, on top of his head. He wasn't aware of the fact that there was someone else by his side, and was startled by the sudden whisper. Of course. I really should have seen this one coming.

Once he got the goblin off him, Grave turned his head towards the crow girl, giving her a tired stare. He really wished she had not seen him like this, and hoped that deep down, she wasn't laughing at the picture. That issue paled in comparison to his most important question. A question, he feared, he could partially answer all by himself. Some things were obvious. Letting his head fall on the pillow, the young man took a deep breath and began to talk. "It was... Horrible." He shuddered. "There was a voice... It was filled with hatred. It said it found me... It wanted to kill me. It wanted to die. It spoke of feeding someone, of making me feed them." He shook his head. "It said it's blood had turned black, and that it wished to die."

Remembering the dream in detail was not pleasant. However, Cynder felt that he needed to get this out of his system. He also hoped that if he relayed all the details, Cynthia would be able to recognize and explain everything. Cold, logical dissection of that speech also took out some of the terror out of the memory. "It said that it's world was gone, and that someone's claws were squeezing it's throat. And in the end, that voice blamed everything on me. It threatened to destroy everything I hold dear." The young man turned his head towards Cynthia. He was honestly scared of that. He had just realized he actually had someone precious to him, and didn't want to lose that person.

Grave swallowed before moving to finish the story. "All the time it was talking, I was surrounded by golden fire. It felt as if my soul was burning. And at the end... A giant hand came out of the flames, and tried to crush me. And on top of that..." He paused, staring into Cynthia's eyes. "It called me 'brother'... It knows my name." He frantically looked for an answer in those red eyes before him. "Cynthia... I had a vision earlier, when I opened the gates to my home. This was a vision too, right? Just what the Hell was it all about?" He sat up. The half-blood felt like he wanted to scream. Fortunately, there was something anout Cynthia's stare that helped him compose himself. It was like an anchor - he could be certain that no matter what happened, those cool eyes would never change. It was strangely reassuring. But at the same time... He felt that once again, she didn't tell him anything. Not before he found out himself.
 
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Re: Golden Revenge (Grave)

Silent.

Cynthia said not a word, or made a single noise, nor moved an inch as he spoke. He felt her full attention on him, a sensation that sent a slight shiver along his body as if by a supernatural force. Never before would he recall having her focus on him completely. Every memory of her exposing 'eyes,' which seemed to see into his mind, body, and soul, would pale in comparison to the feeling of that gaze now.

Seeing him tremble, and begin to inform her of the dream that haunted his mind as he slept, Cynthia gracefully turned, and set the tray of breakfast down, before reaching towards grave with her wing, and smoothing her black feathers along his face, wiping his sweat off. Though even after this gesture of care, she still remained quiet as he spoke. Her eyes unchanging, her expression didn't change, not even after he mentioned it destroying everything he held dear.

But then, Grave mentioned the 'golden fire.'

Cynthia's eyes went wide in what Cynder could see as shock.

As if contagious, a bead of sweat rolled down Cynthia's own face. Her stance shifted slightly, as if caught off balance, before she took a seat at the edge of the bed, her eyes still focusing on him. Though now, her face had reddened, as if her pulse rate sped up. It was clear a surge of emotion was going through her.

"What it was about..." Cynthia whispered lightly, "I think we both know the answer to that question, Cynder..."

She paused for a moment, her claw clenching her skirt in a tense gesture. "Grave..." she said his name in a sudden, perhaps endearing tone, "A golden flame... Is the symbol of the Demon Lord of Envy. A being born from pure envy of another, or many. If what you say is true, then my beliefs that your entire family had died, were not correct. Any who are taken into the darkness, as your ancestors had been by their attackers, do not return as their former selves. But in the case of a strong heart, one may survive, if they embrace the void of evil."

Cynthia leaned forward slightly, her eye brows shifting with concern at him. "It was foretold in the prophecy, that it was you, among the other chosen, who was to be swallowed by the evil corruption of Hell, some time after your birth. However..." her gaze finally lowered to the bed covers as her expression changed to one he would find familiar; Guilt.

"... I did not foresee that they would claim another in your stead... To be left behind, and dragged away into a nightmarish land, to suffer for years, and years... I fear... That your sister yet lives, and has come from the deepest depths of Hell, filled with the envy of the one who escaped your family's inescapable disaster, to exact revenge upon you."

Suddenly, Cynthia leaned forward, suggestively so, as her wings embraced him. "But it was me who caused this. This we both know. Cynder, I have a plan that will allow her wrath to be satisfied..."

With a tremble, he could feel her shaking from the contact they made. She looked afraid.



"Sacrifice me."

Her suggestion to him was cold, and brief. And even though she trembled, she held a small smile towards him. A small tear ran down her cheek.

"Both your revenge, and her's, can be found. Once we reveal the truth behind her suffering, that it was not your fault, but mine, then... You will not be harmed..."

Her instruction sounded little different than one who was trading their soul for another's. A deal with the devil. Though she trembled, her cold eyes remained. Even with a smile, her eyes told Grave that she was perfectly ready to die for him.
 
Re: Oval Eyes (Grave)

Grave was grateful for the fact that Cynthia listened to him so closely. Normally, he'd consider this unsettling, but he needed to get that out. He also needed someone who would hear him out. Her composure in face of his distress, her care were very helpful. The half-blood was calming down himself... And then he noticed a new reaction. Whatever these golden flames were, it seemed to be... Shocked? Frightened? He couldn't tell. However, it was enough to tell him that this was far worse than he had expected. He watched the crow with morbid curiosity, his own worries returning. Whatever made Cynthia react so strongly, stronger than he ever saw her react, could not bode well for him.

Cynder did nothing to interrupt the girl. He listened to her carefully, perhaps more carefully than ever. But with each sentence, he could feel a horrible pain deep within, as if someone was stabbing him with many blades. He was used to being loathed and despised by others, but this revelation made that sensation almost pleasant in comparison. He tried to wrap his mind around it. He was meant to be nothing more but a prisoner in hell, to be tormented relentlessly. Instead, he got to live... While another person, his own sister, took his place. Even a normal man would be shaken to the core. Someone like him, whose sense of self-worth was so low after years of being scorned, was pushed past his limit.

Grave was shaking, tears starting to flow down his face as he stared at Cynthia, eyes wide open. He wished she knew how to fix all of this, and when she spoke of satisfying his sister, the man felt incredibly grateful for her... Only to have that hope crushed. Sacrifice me. A simple thing, really. All he had to do was slay her, the person who killed his mother and unwillingly condemned his sister to this fate, and things would be all right. Just send the demon the soul that changed her destiny, and she'd be satisfied. He'd be free, his revenge complete, and he could set out to do whatever he needed or wanted to do. All he had to do was to kill the girl in front of him. So simple.

Cynder closed his eyes. He couldn't do it. Not simply because he was pushed past the boundaries of his emotional fortitude. As he listened to Cynthia, he realized one thing - if the crow hadn't sent him away, he would have been the one who was lost. She murdered his mother to do so, and unknowingly damned his sister in the proces... But he couldn't bring himself to kill someone who, as he now knew, saved him form a fate worse than anything he ever witnessed, experienced or imagined. At the same time, he blamed himself. His sense of self-worth had been ruined by the treatment he got from others. It was natural for him to blame himself, even if he wasn't conscious of it sometimes.

Even as he tried to think of something to say, Grave found himself wishing he didn't exist. His sister wouldn't have gone through hell if he hadn't been born... Or saved. Everything happened because of him - Cynthia merely did what she believed to be a good deed. He watched her as she spoke - the tension, the guilt, the fact that she told him to kill her, even though she was obviously afraid of it... She tried to do her best. And she was willing to die, just to keep him safe. Every hope she had, the hopes of his mother as well, they were pinned on to him. Opening his eyes, he stared at Cynthia. They chose him, believing he could make things right. It was his job... His duty, to see to it that everything would be right once more. He couldn't do this by condemning others, whatever their sins were, to a fate worse than death, damn it!

Cynder raised his hands, touching the girl's wings. He could feel her tremble as she waited for him to act. He had nearly sacrificed Valencia's life to achieve his own goals, and woved not to do anything like that again. Cynthia was not innocent. But damning her for the sake of his own safety was a repulsive idea, something a demon would do. One soul had already suffered because of him, and he didn't want to make another one go through the same thing. It happened because he existed, and it was his responsibility. The young man took a deep breath, trying to calm down. No one could guarantee that killing the crow would make things any better. No, this was something he had to fix on his own. What was done could not be undone. He had to accept what happened. But perhaps he could find a way to repair the damage, somehow.

"Kill you...." Grave spoke, his voice no louder than Cynthia's whispers. "No. No. All of this... This happened because of me. This is my responsibility, Cynthia. I can't fix this by sacrificing others just to stay safe." Ever since he came to this tower, nothing had worked the way he had imagined. Fate seemed to draw some perverse satisfaction from throwing one obstacle after another at him. He was tired of this. Tired of things not going his way. Prophecies or not, he would find another option. The edge of a coin, a third way to fix the problem. He would face his sister. Selling a soul even before confronting her would be nothing short of cowardice. Sooner or later, he would have to face demons anyway, his sister among them. He didn't need to drag others into a personal war.
 
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"Grave!" Cynthia announced with a voice of urgency, even though her tone remained at a whisper. Her claws attached to him, he felt a slight pinch as they tightened further. Her red eyes focused on him, her stare was intense, and emotional. "If you face her, you likely will not survive! I do not know the extent of her power, or ability. I..." her voice began to tremble, before Grave was pushed back, landing on his back, bouncing upon the cushioned bed.

"I won't allow you to risk your life." she told him with resolution. The very second after those words left her mouth, Cynthia let out a small whine as she brought her face down, and embraced Cynder in a passionate kiss. Much different than the quick peck she gave the other afternoon, this kiss was forced, a kind of gesture she wouldn't have him refuse. Her wings wrapping around him with a bit more force, clinging to him, Cynthia kept her lips against his, her legs on either side of him, mounting him in a very suggestive manner. "Forgive me for this attack, Cynder..." Cynthia whispered in between the embrace of their lips. The taste of salt becoming known in his mouth, as if Cynthia were crying, her tears rolling down, and mixing with his saliva. "I... I can't avoid my own nature. Every time you speak, you always sound so wonderful... Are you even aware of how badly I've wanted to be on top of you?" she asks him with a heated, lustful tone.

Her red eyes opening wide, their lips parting just an inch from Cynthia's forced embrace, the crow's stare was terrifyingly resolute. "I want..." the crow panted, her face flushing red as she stared into the man's eyes. "I want to become one with you, Cynder... Please do not refuse me... I want our bodies to join together, so that you cannot leave... I...

Her claws tightened a little harder, "I want you to look at me with endearing eyes... I want what you just told me to mean that you love me... Please, Cynder!" she announced fervently, her lower body squirming, and grinding against his own, "I am not sure when it happened... But I have become madly in love with you, Cynder. Your kind heart makes me swoon, and your body..."

Her body shifted slightly, squirming on top of his own, her wings smoothing along his body, and her nipples growing hard, small nubs poking against his skin. Though her main interest seemed to be the very thing that made him a man, as he could feel her crotch seek out, and stimulate his clothed manhood. "... Your body excites me," she panted, seeming to snap as she lost another mental restraint, her head cocking to the side, as her mouth sought out his neck. Her lips sealing on his neck, and sucking gently, her tongue gliding along the trapped flesh, as if she truly found his body utterly desirable. "Please give me an answer, Cynder... My heart cannot wait any longer. My fear of losing you has overcome my senses. I want to trap you here, in my tower. So badly do I want to make you my prisoner here..."

Cynthia's pleading whispers seeping into his mind, Grave would only just barely notice a sapphire shine out of the corner of his eye. The blue eyes of a devote goblin, watching the man she loved intently...
 
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Grave knew that he was most likely outmatched. His sister had to be quite powerful, to reach him through a dream. He had to get stronger before facing her, that much was certain. Staring back into Cynthia's eyes, he mustered his resolve, even as he felt her grip tighten. When her voice trembled, he opened his mouth. He wanted to tell her to calm down. He would need some help with this, someone to teach him how to fight and use magic. He wanted to ask for her aid in this. He certainly didn't expect to be pushed back. As he hit the bed, the half-blood realized that something big was happening. Cynthia wasn't someone who would act so emotionally. He wondered whether he should defend himself, but he was still shocked and unable to gather himself in time.

Cynder was suprised even more by the girl's statement. He did know that she went to great lenghts to save him, but to hear her speak about it with such strenght was something else. He almost expected her to lecture him on how reckless his decision was. Instead... The young man found himself embraced tightly by her wings. It was something he barely noticed, as Cynthia rather forcibly kissed him. He was stunned by her passion, the emotion with which she joined her lips with his. Not even the fact that she was crying seemed to stop her. As he felt the taste of her tears mix with the taste of her lips, he also noticed that the crow had mounted him. It was quite enticing, and his arms slowly began to wrap around the girl.

Grave quite quickly realized that he didn't mind the physical contact, even this close, as much as he thought he would. Perhaps he just needed someone to comfort him. This kind of physical contact wasn't an experience he was familiar with, given his upbringing, and he found it reassuring. And as he watched Cynthia's face, listening to her emotional words, he began to suspect that she needed this kind of comfort as well... But there was more to it. Her actions confirmed a certain suspicion that had been forming in his head. It seemed that the monster inhabiting this island were, for some reason, very lustful creatures... And Cynthia, despite her calm, restrained behaviour, was still a monster. And now, she reached her breaking point.

As he listened to her passionate declarations, Cynder couldn't help but feel suprised. He could imagine why Club felt attracted to him - after all, he did offer her some kind support when he found her in the village. In retrospect, he realized that perhaps he was the only person who could make her feel that she wasn't alone. He didn't believe she was capable of looking into his heart or understanding his feelings. But Cynthia had this ability. She was also a strong woman, and the man didn't doubt she wouldn't wish to be with someone who didn't meet her standards. He doubted he'd ever reach that level. And yet... Whatever she saw in him, it made her abandon reason in favor of jumping on top of him, with rather clear intentions. Even more - she seemed to be no different from Club in her feelings for him!

To her credit, as she sucked on his neck, rubbing her lower body against his, Grave quickly felt aroused. Cynthia was an attractive woman in his eyes and feeling her body squirming against his as she licked his neck was something he couldn't resist. His body was already responding to her touch, his manhood growing in respone to her stimulation. He didn't want to resist her demands, his own lust urging him to give in and let her ride him like she obviously wanted to... But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a strange glint. His mind quickly snapped to attention, recalling one important fact - there was another person in this room. Club. Another girl, one very attached and devoted to him. She was watching him. It was a reminder - both girls were waiting for his response to Cynthia's question.

In a way, it was like a bucket of cold water. Cynder still remember how strong Club was, and how possessive she seemed to be as she clunb to him yesterday. If he gave in to Cynthia now, the goblin would take it as a betrayal. Putting aside the fact that he probably wouldn't survive this, he couldn't do this to someone so devoted to him - it felt wrong. But... Cynthia was devoted to him as well, so much that she couldn't bear it. Quite belatedly, he realized that he'd have to choose. Both of them wanted him for themselves. The half-blood was torn by this revelation. Disappointing either of them sounded cruel. It seemed that he'd have to choose the lesser evil... But how to avoid mistakes? He didn't even realize that Cynthia was harboring such feelings towards him until she snapped. And he had to make his decision quickly.

Looking back at Cynthia, Grave gathered his wits to form an answer. She wanted to keep him here, out of harms way, hoping that he loved her... While Club seemed ready to follow him into hellfire, if that's what he chose to do. He couldn't find any fault in their intentions, altough he noted that both seemed to regard his safety than themselves, in a way. Somehow, this made choosing basing on his preferences alone seem... Disrespectful. Both were willing to go to great lenghts for him alone. Did he have anything he could give in return? Was he even capable of repaying them for their devotion? As he considered this, the man slowly realized that he had his answer. He just had to find the right way to phrase it, to minimize the damage.

Cynder sighed. He had a feeling that this wouldn't end well, but he had to do this. He moved his arms to grasp Cynthia's shoulders, then gently pushed her away from him, to break the contact. "Cynthia... I'm sorry." He did his best to speak calmly. He wasn't happy about this, but it had to be done, before the situation got worse. "But... I fear that I can't give you what you're asking for." That was the unfortunate truth that he had discovered. He could appreciate her for her help, but he didn't love her. Even now, he didn't spare her because of his feelings for her - he did it out of his own, self-centered reasons. On top of that, he couldn't stay in the tower forever. His sister would come for him. Demons would come for him. And he had a debt to repay, too. He had to keep moving forward. It was suprisingly painful to reject her like this, after she practically begged him to be with her... Especially after the advice he got from Roy. But he couldn't fool her either.
 
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Cynthia quickly backed away, as if struck by a deadly arrow when she heard Grave's words. Her tears worsened, and she seemed to stop breathing entirely. Streaming down her cheeks, she looked as if she had been utterly crushed.

Shifting back, her eyes staring at Cynder with woe, she slid backwards along the bed, unaware of the edge, as she fell backwards, landing on the ground with a thud. Wincing from the pain, Cynthia trembled as she slowly got back up to her feet. Her legs shook visibly, and her breathing sounded hoarse. With her back to him, she slowly stepped along the tile, making unbalanced, awkward steps, before she wordlessly left the room. Though still, he could hear her talons clicking against the floor. And from her whisper outside, he heard her say a single, heartbroken sentence.

"I was a fool..."
 
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Grave could help but watch Cynthia leave, noting every last detail. Her body language, the way she didn't seem to notice things around her, even her last sentence - it didn't escape him. He slowly sat up, staring at the doorway, doing his best not to look at Club. After a moment, he took a deep breath, got out of the bed, and approached the nearest wall. Glaring at it, he slowly raised his right hand. "I..." Suddenly, his face changed, his features setting into an angry grimace. "Cowardly useless IDIOT!" He slammed his fist into the wall, ignoring the pain as his hand protested. He was dimly aware of the fact that there was some blood on the wall now, but he didn't really care about hurting himself. What mattered was that he failed, again. In a most spectacular manner.

Cynder suspected that he wasn't too good at social interactions, given his lack of experience and antisocial tendencies, but only now he realized how much of a complete and utter failure he was in that particular area. He foolishly assumed that Cynthia would accept his answer and forget the whole idea. It dawned on him that instead, he rather bluntly delivered an emotional deathblow. It was not his intention, but that didn't matter - what mattered was the result of his actions. Someone was suffering because of him again, and he only made things worse. Worst of all, he had no idea how to fix this. However... There was one thing he was certain about. It happened because of him. He was the one who hurt her. It was his fault alone.

Grave sighed, trying to assess the problem and come up with a solution. Cynthia didn't take it well. He had little doubt that she wouldn't forget this. Once she got over her shock... How would her feelings change? Would she hate him, for trampling on her love like an ungrateful bastard? She'd be right, too. Should he try to make up for this? He had no idea how. Should he disappear from her life? She'd probably be better off without him, but that sounded like running away. He was at a complete loss. He didn't want to admit this. He should have been capable of dealing with his own problems. The first time he couldn't handle things on his own, he was quite conveniently saved... By Cynthia, no less. Turning around, the half-blood pressed his back against the wall, slowly sliding down until he was sitting on the floor. "What the Hell have I done..."
 
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A fluttering of the covers, and the sound of a few steps along the tile floor later after Grave had collapsed to the floor in a sitting position, Club stood over him, looking down at him with her knuckles against her hips, a frown on her face. "Club may not be smart, but Gwave is even dumber than Club is!" she shouted down at him. "Club knows, something terrible is going to happen now. Gwave can count on Envy person to go away.

"And Cynthia too!" she announced to him loudly. "If Gwave doesn't like her, then it's okay if she goes into danger!?" she shouted at him, lowering her face down to stare at Cynder directly.

Suddenly, Club moved quickly off to the side, casting Grave a side glance, "Cynthia said you maybe saw her as expendable. Was she right, Gwave!? 'If Gwave does not accept my love, then my life is all I have to give,' is what she said!"

Club reached forward, gripping Grave's shoulders roughly in her hands, casting him a furious look, her teeth barred. "She's going to let Envy kill her! Stupid Gwave! If Gwave sits here, she'll do something stupid too! Cynthia was going to let herself die from the start! Are you okay with that!?

"Do something GWAVE!"
 
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Grave's head snapped up with an almost audible pop. He didn't quite expect Club to go ballistic on him like that, and it took him a moment to process exactly what she was trying to say. Long enough for her to finish talking and give him another sight that he'd remember for a long time. Having a pissed off goblin stare at you from up close was not healthy for the heart. It was also a not very subtle, but effective method of encouraging quick thinking. The half-blood blinked, as pieces of the puzzle fell into place, then stared at Club in a mix of dawning realization and horror. In a different time, he'd refer to this as a "dumbass has a point" situation. This time, he was more concerned with the implications he failed to consider, which were now pointed out to him.

"Freaking HELL." Previously immobile, Cynder quickly began to scramble to his feet. Club was right, he had to act and he had to act quickly. Hopefully, he could catch up to Cynthia and convince her not to do anything stupid. Grabbing his clothes, he quickly threw them on, then dashed towards the door, pausing only to grab his sword as well. Technically, he didn't need this to talk with Cynthia. At least, he hoped he wouldn't need it. Then again, he was already beginning to suspect that things would only get worse before they got any better. He could already imagine her leaving the tower and going off to meet her fate, and wanted to be armed just in case he had to go off on a mad dash through possibly hostile territory. Silently, he cursed his stupidity and at the same time, blessed Club. Simple and tactless she might be, but she was the only one around who had her priorities straight.
 
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