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

[Puck-Chan]

Time

"Oh god why."

Were Time's first words when he awoke in an awkward position on the cold floor. Needles dug deep into his skull which caused him to wince at first. With hand full of his hair, he struggled to breathe with his throat on fire. Each ragged breath pained him. He struggled to get onto his feet, wobbly steps supporting him along the way.

"Goddammit." he chastised himself.

What could he have been thinking? Not much, that's for sure. It felt like accomplishing a herculean task as Time managed to reach the bar's sink. He simply didn't even bother the bartender for a glass. A myriad of needles was killing any sense of reservation he had before. He needed something. Swiveling the nozzle, he simply just placed his mouth right below the faucet and started swallowing what water it flowed out freely.

After a few chugs, he simply hung down his head to allow it to drench his hair.

"Urrgghhhh...." he groaned as if it seemed to ease the pain, "Goddamn."

When he finally had enough, the faucet shut off. But, the collar of his shirt was drenched as droplets glistened against his neck. The pain subsided somewhat, but not satisfactory enough. Surely there was some place where he could just lie down somewhere comfortable. The floor is nice, but it needs something more soft. Spying a hallway near him, he started to walk down there until finally choosing a random door because he could not be assed to choose.

The smelly musk of desire greeted him. The bodies of two familiar people lay before him on the bed he would have chosen to sleep on. The lovely blonde woman at the side of the cold snow-haired male. Naked.

"Uhh, shit. Sorry," Time stammered with a small blush lining on his face.

The door slammed loudly shut.

"Oh damn it to hell."

He had his back sliding down against the wall nearby and simply held his head between his head.

"Just not my night, huh?"

[Elf]

So I opened up the flood gates, Forest thought with some amusement.

She continued stroking his back and looked down.  He was still inside of her, soft but warm.  She ran her fingers up and down his back before resting her face on his shoulder. 

It had been nice, but quick.  Too quick.

She bit her lip, nodded, and said, "I'd . . . I wouldn't mind doing more."

Then Time stumbled in, she blinked and the other man mumbled some apologies before staggering out.

[Alice]

"Then it is decided."

Before Tom could pull out of her to start getting ready for the next round, however, a familiar face poked into their room. ...It was fortunate for Time that it wasn't during the middle of intercourse, but Tom was still feeling a bit resentful.

The psychic gave the poor man a rather nasty glare indeed, but the intruder staggered out too quickly for Tom to try doing anything in response.

With a sigh, he pulled out of Forest, and reached for the scarf. "Hopefully that will be the last interruption." He looked down at the scarf and then looked back up at Forest, still blushing faintly. "So, erm... where would you rather be tied, your wrists or your ankles?"

[Elf]

Forest gasped as Tom pulled out of her, leaving her suddenly empty.  She squirmed as she felt his seed start to trickle out of her and automatically she clamped her thighs together.  She bit her lip to see him toying with the scar and looking at her.

"Wrists," she answered in a soft voice, looking away.

[Alice]

Nodding, he gently tied her wrists with his scarf. It was tight enough so the knot wouldn't just come undone with little effort, but loose enough that Forest could easily get out of it without damaging the cloth. Tom knew full well that the scarf wasn't enough to contain her, after all. ...He just happened to like that scarf and prefered it not to be torn if possible.

Then he realized something. "Erm, would you like to be tied to the bed post, or would you like to be loose, like this?"

[Elf]

"To the bed post," Forest said, testing the the knot.  Even if she couldn't easily rip the scarf into shreds, she could slip her hands free if she needed.

[Alice]

He nodded and untied the scarf. He positioned her so her head could rest comfortably, but so there wouldn't be too much strain on her arms. He retied the scarf around her wrists, this time to the bed, at about the same strength as before.

Satisfied with his work, he looked down at Forest to see if she was satisfied. His heart began to beat more rapidly as he found his eyes wandering across her exposed frame. He wanted her. No, he needed her. But... he had to restrain himself for now, he had to make sure she was ready for this.

[Elf]

Forest felt her head resting on a pillow and her arms were above her head.  He'd positioned her with as least strain as possible, making sure she was as comfortable as possible.  Those violet eyes raked over her and she could smell his need in the air.

Biting her lip, she parted her legs again.  The golden curls were soaked from both her lust and his seed, and thick, pearly white seed streaked with bright crimson trickled from her core.  "I'm sort of a mess right now," she said, raising an eyebrow.

[Puck-Chan]

Time

He certainly lost that roulette. Time had to crack a smile at it, upon realizing it. Lady Luck just wasn't smiling upon him right now. But at least Thomas scored, he was happy for him. Someone this stoic and cold needed and opportunity to unwind, after all. The swordsman shrugged at this and simply just laid his head back against the wall to wait for his headache to cease hurting.

"Erm, would you like to be tied to the bed post, or would you like to be loose, like this?"

His ears perked at this. All sorts of imagery rushing through head, ignoring the pain. He gulped nervously at this. An odd feeling of curiosity bubbled inside him. The vivid memory of Forest's delightful figure crossed his mind--

"No. No. No. Damn it, Time. Stop it," he scolded himself.

"To the bed post," Forest said, testing the the knot.

"Oh hell..."

He glanced at the closed door. It was just there in all of its wooden glory, hiding behind the lush scene of shared pleasure between man and woman. Time is definitely one man who shouldn't invade their space.

"I'm sort of a mess right now," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"DAMMIT!"

He quietly grasped the doorknob and slowly opened it. Not a single creak heralded his invasion. Not even a single sound as he continued to look what would be going on.

[Alice]

His eyes wandered down to her now parted legs, his work plainly visible and leaking from her. It was... oddly beautiful in its own way, the crimson and white staining the gold and pink. A sort of smug satisfaction filled him, but at the same time... Seeing that made him want her even more.

"A fine mess indeed. Except most messes are not so pleasing to the eye."

With that, he could wait no longer. His lips crashed against hers, ravenous, needy, while his hands began caressing her frame, wandering down and massaging her thighs, a couple of fingers sliding into her core. Tom was normally rather obsessive about his cleanliness, but the blood and seed and lust against his fingers? Didn't bother him at all. Instead he kept moving them in and out, in and out, teasing her while his free hand wandered back up her body, his kisses continuing all the while.

Then he heard something.

Tom turned towards Time, feeling far less charitable this time. But he was still feeling some mercy. His free hand left Forest's side for a moment, tossing the poor peeking tom back out into the bar before shutting the door a bit more violently than he probably needed to.

With that done, he returned to what he had been doing before.

[Elf]

"A fine mess indeed. Except most messes are not so pleasing to the eye."

Forest blinked and would have blushed if she could have.  She replied, "I don't . . ."  Then he slid a hand between her legs and he was sliding his fingers in and out of her.  The slick warmth of his seed both muted his touch and intensified it.  She arched towards his hand with a low moan, wanting more. 

His other hand was trailing up her body as he kissed her hungrily.  Urged on by his desperation she returned the kiss, dancing her tongue along his.  Tiny cries were muffled by his mouth as he continued to toy with her with his fingers.

Play with me . . . That feels so good . . . I want to touch you too.  Don't stop . . .

[Alice]

Consider your desires granted... well, most of them for now, at least.

He strengthened their telepathic connection so they could feel each other's pleasure in addition to their own while he continued toying with her folds with his fingers, his lips moving from her mouth to her chin, to her neck. He bit her and kissed her more roughly than last time, his own desire mounting. While biting her neck though, something dawned on him...

His free hand moved from caressing her skin to her mouth, positioned so his wrist was on her mouth. Perhaps I found a solution after all. I could withstand some blood being drained. He went back to kissing her, his kisses trailing down her and up her, his fingers still playing with her folds, his wrist waiting for her choice of action.

[Puck-Chan]

Time

Then he heard something.

Tom turned towards Time, feeling far less charitable this time. But he was still feeling some mercy. His free hand left Forest's side for a moment, tossing the poor peeking tom back out into the bar before shutting the door a bit more violently than he probably needed to.

"Ow."

Booze drenched all over him, both his sweater and his jeans. Glass pieces stuck in his hair, but none broke through his skin. Time was remarkably lucky in this regard. Not so much on the shelf of liquor that he landed against. Even so, it hurt with the raging headache. He couldn't fault Tom for it, Time was definitely asking for that. But damn, that hurt a bit. It even made the headache worse. He struggled to get back to his feet as he swept back the glass pieces from his head.

"I'm one unlucky bastard," he groaned as he viewed the mess around him.

He sighed and started to try to clean up the place as best as he could by pushing the pieces together near the shelf with his feet. There didn't seem to be a single mop or broom around to clean the mess better.

"Well. I need a damn shower," he distastefully noted his drenched appearance.

The odor of booze would stick to him, and that's no good. With some hesitant resignation, he started to walk back towards the hallway again. But this time to hopefully find a place where he could clean up a bit while avoiding the room Thomas and Forest were in... in order not to have a repeat of what happened last time.

[Elf]

Forest's eyes opened and she cried out as Tom opened up the telepathic connection between them.  The intimacy of it was shocking and she struggled at it at first, feeling a surge of panic at having her mind, her very being, opened like this.  Automatically her mental defenses started to flare up while she began to feel what he was feeling too.

She was drowning in herself.  Drowning in him.  Heightened senses combined with the sheer intimacy of this connection was dragging her under, and she was going to be swept away by the undertow.  She could sense his need as his kisses grew harder and his bites were leaving tiny shadowy marks on her skin that were fading when the next one was placed.  His fingers were thrusting inside of her, in and out, playfully, almost like a cat playing with a toy.

Then his wrist was placed over her mouth as he continued to play with her, to kiss and nibble at her vulnerable flesh.

Perhaps I found a solution after all. I could withstand some blood being drained.

The blond shook her head, even though she could feel the thunder of his pulse in her ears.  She could smell the sweet, coppery scent of blood just under that fair skin.  It would be the easiest thing to lengthen her fangs and sink into his artery as he had sank into her.

She wanted to drink from him, Lord and Lady yes she did, but she also wanted to run her tongue over his thick, pulsating length and suck him until he spent between her lips. 

[Kaze]

The color in Shirou's cheeks deepened as Saber held one hand to his face, the way she said his name sending lightning up his spine. He automatically placed one hand over hers, taking in the feeling of her slightly calloused skin, noticing that it had changed from the perfectly smooth porcelain it had been when she was his Servant. His other hand found its way into her pony tail, struck with the sudden impulse to free the golden strands from their binds.

"I...," the words Shirou tried to say choked in his throat as he stared into the former king's wide eyes. She was nervous, shaking slightly. His mouth suddenly felt dry and he swallowed in a futile attempt to be rid of the feeling. Understanding what he had to do, the freelance magus removed his hand from her pony tail and brushed her bangs aside before leaning in to place a loving yet chaste kiss on Saber's forehead.

"Saber, do you want this?" he said, looking into her eyes with the same youthful sincerity he had as a boy.