Cross Effects > Areas
Pine Garden
Kotomine_Rin:
Marc
Continued From Columbia
Marc and Val had a nice relaxing bike ride across the city, filled with turbulence and passionate breezes hitting them under the moonlight. And yes, he loved every second of it. 'Till he ended up in front of a nice villa by the top of the hillside. It was a cozy place, with a rustic but homely feel and a nice luxurious pool. The sort of place you don't just get in a day without hustling. Especially not cleanly.
And of course, the view was nice. He picked the spot so he'd wake up, mast up, and greet the breathtaking sights any time. So yeah, a nice place.
But not as nice as the lady behind him, hehehe.
"Wooooow. La vache, c'est top!" He gawked at the place like it wasn't his, grinning from ear to ear as he fixed up his foulard (A scarf, but sexier and french. Kind of like him.) and dismounted.
"Nice crib, eh?" He gave Val a cheery glance. It was honestly a bit embarassing, he didn't think he'd end up showing it to her of all people. But it was also kind of nice.
Bern:
Valerie
"Hmmm...."
She didn't say anything more, but after a second or two had passed in silence she walked over to him and got up on her tip toes to meet him face to face. "Hmm... Is that French persona thing an act to hide your crushing loneliness?"
Then she kissed him on the cheek and pulled back. "You know there is no need to feel like that anymore, I do not intend to let you run off again this time, talent like yours in invaluable and I will nurture it until you reach your full potential... And until you decide to become my apprentice I will be staying right here, in your spectacular villa, it cannot really compare to my Castle though." The blonde vampire just knew that boasting about her own stuff would draw out more of his competitiveness.
Kotomine_Rin:
Marc
"Oi, wit are ye talkin about mate, a've got naw idea wit ye're on about." Marc suddenly retorted with a downright perfect scottish accent, so well practiced you litterally couldn't tell if it was the real deal. Yeah, even so... he looked back at her in total genuine confusion, hands in the air - but too late to stop her smooch on his old cheek.
A french act? Rude. He had no idea how a king could be this rude, if it was even legal. But she was pretty...
Heh.
Marc looked away and smiled perversely, blushing a little.
"Anyways, you don't need to point out obvious stuff. I'd feel pretty bad if my villa was fancier than your castle, milady, so bad I might actually cry." Thing is, he wasn't sure if he was blushing because he was into it (it was still kind of perverted, dick or not, she still felt like family) or because he was boozed up.
Probably into it.
"Unfooortunately, there's a little detail you're forgetting, ma chèrie. Your castle can't possibly be more spectacularly cute than my villa. Becauuuuse..." He booped her back on the nose. "We're here. Hehehe." And with that, he returned the smooch on the cheek. "But what's this about me being your apprentice? You've got some awful jokes you know?" He crossed his arms and pouted a little.
Bern:
Valerie
The Vampire King pouted back in turn, then launched herself at him. There was no way she'd ever let him think this was aere joke, so she'd prove it with her actions, in a way that would make it perfectly clear what she wanted. Her lips met his for a true kiss and she shoved her tongue in forcefully, it was all the passion she could muster in the moment.
And then the moment was over and she broke the kiss, however, she still kept him in her clutches. "My interest goes beyond just being ground pounded by you. You have some real potential that I want to discuss with you, We can have that talk now or after I have drained your balls completely dry of your delicious cum, the choice is yours Maaaarc~"
Kotomine_Rin:
Marc
"Mhfhhh? Hmm, mhhh." He was surprised at first when her hands grabbed onto him, but the heat from Val's kiss sparked something inside him. It felt great, like electricity coursing through him. He liked to play rough, even holding onto her after a bit, but this was his weakness in a way. He was such a romantic, even when he eased into it, his small moans were getting adorable.
Their bodies touched, and for a moment that felt like an eternity, he pulled back. The only thing that separated them was a glistening trail of saliva.
"Ah... woah, slow down. I like you, not just your ass." He said that, but he returned the kiss immediately. His hand trailed on her golden locks, gently taking in the silken warmth while they embraced. This was probably the best french kiss Marc ever had.
So he wasn't treating her to anything less than the best kiss in hers.
The choice was obvious before she even asked. He was a man the same way she was a woman after all. Or maybe he learned more than just how to punch and kick from her.
Navigation
[0] Message Index
[#] Next page
[*] Previous page
Go to full version