Cross Effects 3.0 - The Third Time's the Charm? The Velvet Room (NSFW version)

[Arch-Magos Winter]

She was driving him crazy. A small part of him said he could easily shake her off, and just rip that dress off and feel her entire body quiver from it, but that was quickly quashed by the rush of the moment. This was rather exciting. He could tell her heart was beating faster and faster, death pressed away by animalistic lust. Lawrence nodded, nonchalantly. "What do you want? I seem to be at your tender mercies at the moment after all."

[Mooncake]

Lucas let out a noise like an angry cat as he was roughly thrown through the air, his body automatically twisting in order to land until - surprise - the naked redhead landed in the arms of Forest. It took only a second for him to spring from her arms like greased lightning and land on the floor in a solid crouch.

He scowled at Forest as he stood to his admittedly short full height. "She was not 'pissed off' to my knowledge, vampire." For some reason, the blonde woman irritated him; maybe because he had just been thoroughly refused by Death herself. Either way, the elemental realized he was becoming someone in a dangerous situation, a naked man in a room that amplified sexual desire.

In the meantime, Ezra shook Saber's hand carefully, the Lance somehow having reappeared in his grasp. "Yeah, we haven't met. I'm Ezra, nice to meet you. I hear you do good work around the city." He shook his head, trying not to focus on the events around him.

"So, uh, you got any idea if we can leave or not?" He asked, pointedly ignoring Law and Misaya.


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The armchair that Ezra had previously sat in was still warm. It had kept its warmth when Ezra had left, had kept its warmth as the fire died down; and then, as the fire burst back into life, it was filled. What sat in it was not a man, even though it took the shape of one.

No, it was fire itself, and blood, and steel, and pain. It was all of those things and more. Its name was War, and it regarded the girl reclining lazily on the floor with some trepidation. It - he - wasn't quite sure how to deal with this sort of thing.

"...Hello, Sister."

[Elf]

Forest rolled her eyes and said, "If you wanted to go practice your One-Fisted Monkey Style in the corner, no one's going to think any less of you."

******

Saber smiled and said, "Thank you.  I try, it is an arduous task."  She looked around and said, "As for the answer to your question, I am not sure . . ."

[Umbra of Chaos]

Ann's gaze was pulled away from Lucas' situation and returned to the being who would address her as sister. Her dress shifted form and returned to the shape of a cloak as she looked at War incarnate confined within the shape of man.

"It has been a long time, Little Brother. You've come to join the festivities? I never recalled you fraternizing with humans all that much apart from the occasional fights."

She was still smiling but here in the presence of family she could let herself go just a bit. The Shell weakened a little and the fire shuddered a bit and was snuffed out.

[Brahmastra]

She was driving him crazy. A small part of him said he could easily shake her off, and just rip that dress off and feel her entire body quiver from it, but that was quickly quashed by the rush of the moment. This was rather exciting. He could tell her heart was beating faster and faster, death pressed away by animalistic lust. Lawrence nodded, nonchalantly. "What do you want? I seem to be at your tender mercies at the moment after all."

"Oh it's quite simple. You just need to lie back and do what comes natural now." Misaya said enigmatically, a teasing tinge to her voice as she moved up his body slowly, teasingly, her legs letting go of his arms as Law's vision went dark underneath her dress skirt, within which no piece of cloth hid any skin.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Blind. But he could still feel. His hands rose up to grip her hips as he licked at her hidden folds, Law's exploratory efforts teasing at her slit before he nuzzled the little nub above it. His tongue and lips teased it out of hiding, showering it in gentle kisses before he returned to licking at her folds, hands sliding underneath that far too short skirt to directly grab her smooth skin.

[Elf]

"That is so unfair," Forest muttered to herself as she saw the lovely Asian girl getting some lip service from Law.

[Brahmastra]

"Hah, that's so good. But I'm not getting off of you until you make me, Ah!, scream." Misaya spoke in a husky tone, her right hand played with her sizable breast as she took a hold of Lawrence's short hair with the other, pulling in it slightly as she tried to force him harder against her nether lips.

[Mooncake]

Lucas scowled at Forest. "I don't know what it is you speak of. Go and play with all your friends, vampire - oh wait." Springing back to the edge of the room, Lucas stomped his foot on the ground, vines growing out of it rapidly. Muttering under his breath, the plants grew rapidly until the elemental was hidden from sight.

Ezra looked over to the sight and frowned. Just from seeing the redhead at work, he'd gotten a good sense of the seemingly younger man. 'Looks like a leopard can't change his spots.' Snapping back to attention at Saber's response, Ezra awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

"I thought as much. Anyways, seems like this place is going to get pretty, uh," He swallowed nervously as Misaya plainly sat on Law's face with a wicked grin, her red dress hiding his head from sight. "Pretty hot, so..."

The spearman looked at Saber. "Mind if we move away a little? It's hard to talk when they go at it like that."


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"I am not one to join in such things, Older Sister. Even if the lines between war and sex can sometimes blur, I have not thought of it."

He propped his cheek on one hand, his shifting eyes watching as his sister changed her dress back to her long, flowing robes. The fire was snuffed out just from her presence, but his own smile rekindled it - just a touch.

"I stayed with that one human girl for quite some time... though perhaps, due to the nature of this place, our perceptions differ slightly. What of you, sister?" The fire  began to quietly crackle, painting the extension of the room with a dim, warm light.

"How have you kept yourself busy with them? Those humans that burned so bright for so long."

[Arch-Magos Winter]

His tongue pushed its way into her folds, exploring and tasting her core as he groped at her firm ass, pulling her against his face as she gripped his hair. A smile twitched at the corners of Lawrence's mouth as he felt her twitching above him. Second rate? Him? Nah. He was proving her wrong with each teasing thrust of his tongue and kiss of his lips on her hard clit, sucking gently on the red (he assumed red) nub as he teased it with the tip of his tongue.

[Elf]

Forest gnashed her teeth and threw the damned pom-poms into the growth and turned away, heading to some comfortable chair where she could be alone.  And brood.  And get angry and just, "Bloody hell, I'm sounding like Angel . . ."

******

Saber nodded and said, "Yes, that would be a very good idea methinks."

Her cheeks were bright red as she drowned out the sights and sounds. 

[Umbra of Chaos]

"Due to the nature of my duty I have done a good deal of work with humanity. I've fought them before." The memories of a single week flowed from Ann's mind to her brother's. A wizened old ruler wielding two flames even older than her fighting Ann in all her terrifying glory. Rot and decay facing flames that granted life and sowed destruction fought over the city for seven days before her blade removed the king's head from his shoulders.

"Not too long ago I walked among them and lived in their cities." More memories of her living within countless communities and with every one she changed form. In some she was an esteemed elder, a village pariah, a normal everyday citizen, or even a grand ruler.

"They have been one of the most fascinating creatures on this world. Some live in fear of me until the day I come for them, others boldly walk into my arms, and some spend every hour fighting against me. They struggle against the inevitability of my arrival. And of course I listen to each and every one of them as they come to me.  So many different ways to find their way to me. Whether it is by sickness, starvation, or battle."

Ann pulled down her hood and plucked Wanderer's hat straight off his head. With a flourish she placed it on her own head. "You cause so much work for me, Little Brother. Now, tell me about this human girl."

[Brahmastra]

"Ooh, I might take back what I saiiid. You might not quite be, hah, second-rate." Misaya cried while Lawrence diligently worked her core with his tongue, her hands joining his over her curvy rear as she tried to hold on against the oncoming wave of pleasure. His determination in getting her off was quite admirable, and for that reason she'd reward him by letting him taste her sultry juices. Her breasts shook in her now all too warm dress as she rode against his mouth, grinding her wettening nether lips against his own begging ones.

"Please, please, please..." She whimpered in a low voice over and over as Law's tongue worked over her clit again and again, the circular motion driving her up the wall as drops of her arousal leaked down her inner thighs. Just a bit more, a tiny bit more and she'd reach it. Her eyes closed as her mouth let out a heavy, breathy moan as pleasure coursed through her sensual form, before first looking smugly at the blonde-haired amazon who had glared at her in what she presumed to be jealousy, only to be interrupted in that activity as Lawrence ran his tongue from the bottom to the peak of her red slit. She knew that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hold on much longer...

[Mooncake]

Ezra let out a nervous laugh. "Ahaha, yeah, let's go that... way..." He stared at the sight before him, of a bed conveniently sized for two, before shaking his head and staring again. The bed that hadn't been there before hadn't moved. Casting his eyes around for an alternative, the lance-bearer's eyes lighted on a chair and a footrest.

He turned back to Saber and pointed over to the set. "How about over there?"


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War silently regarded his sister and listened to her tale, the fire rising and falling as it unraveled. She was certainly more relaxed than what he knew, what he had been born knowing.

"Very few ask for me as well, Sister. We are the same in that... though there are always those that revel in us."

With a swift motion his sister pulled off her hood and grabbed his own hat, placing it on her head in a slightly mocking gesture. He chuckled at her words, multicolored eyes staring into her own gray ones. "It is true. I could not truly exist without you to give me weight. As for the girl... she is with you, Sister. She embraced you long ago. But, if you truly want to know, it began some time ago."

He shifted in his seat, staring at his sister with level eyes. In truth, he preferred this form to her true one, though his own was not nearly as well kept as his human shell. "She did not feel me, no matter what I tried. She was not affected by me, could not be touched by me... eventually, she simply followed me. To every field, every plains, every burning town and unexpected raid that she could reach, she followed. Eventually, she truly met me, and I allowed her to stay by my side until she could no longer walk with me," His eyes were clouded, remembering days long past. "And that was that."

He inclined his head towards his sister, bemused at her existence in this space.

"I am surprised that you know them well enough to desire them - at least, as they understand it."

[Kaze]

“Saber, we must speak at once!” Lancelot roughly threw open the door and walked inside with a tight frown on his face, dragging Shirou in by the collar behind him. He had been dropped in this strange place out of nowhere next to this man who apparently knew Arturia, so it was important to get a situation report. However, all this was blown from his mind when he saw his former King blushing heavily in a… maid uniform?

Shirou too, was stunned. Even back when he was young and stupid, he had never imagined a sight like this. The outfit didn’t suit her at all, but those legs.... The freelancer shook his head to clear such thoughts from his mind, lest he give up whatever shreds of dignity he still had.