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A click of a button and the once black screen fills with the sight of a completely naked satyr kneeling on the floor. In front of her sits an impressively sized dildo suctioned to the tile floor. It is almost comically large in front of the satyr, who is very small in stature. Her dark brown hair hangs in a long fringe that she pushes behind her ear. An impressive set of horns protrude from the sides of her head. A simple black lace mask covers a portion of her face. She smiles sweetly at the camera as the screen starts notifying her of viewers.

“Hi guys. Welcome back to another episode of Get Down or Let Down. For those who are tuning in for the first time: This is the show where I try to get off while reading user submitted stories and you, the viewers, vote whether it's hot enough to get down to or is a major letdown. If you have some spicy stories, click the link in my profile to anonymously submit them for a chance to have me read them. Holy shit, we're already at 5,000 viewers and I'm not even on the dick yet!”

She quickly positions herself above the dildo and slowly sinks down onto it.

“Oh fuck! Today's dildo is a gift from user BigBird420. You can gift me toys using the link in my bio. BigBird, this one is almost too big.” She laughed, continuing her way down the dildo.

“I said almost.” She says, responding to the chats encouragements that were flooding her screen.

She continues to bounce down until she has the dildo fully inside her.

“Okay let's start!”

Starting at a slow pace, she began going up and down on the dildo. She winces slightly on each downward thrust, still getting used to the size. She turns to her second monitor and starts to read.

“So I'm a ghost and I was invited to haunt the house of a friend of mine. I was never a very friendly guy but she was extremely kind and invited me to stay with her so that I could do my haunting shit and still be close to the few friends I had. At first it was just that. She'd go about her day like normal but at the end of the day we'd hang out in her room until she went to sleep. And this day was no different, I left the room and went and roamed the halls until people woke up. I was just wandering around, a few hours after she had supposedly gone to sleep and I heard what sounded like crying coming from her room. I called her name but I got no response but the crying sound did get louder. Not sure what to do, I entered her room. I just peeked my head but that was enough to see that she was masturbating. The “crying” was her moaning and she hadn't heard me because she had earbuds in and a toy…inside her. She clocked me, gasped and I fucking ran out of there so fast. I wasn't trying to WATCH but I hadn't realized that even though I'm dead, I can still have those urges so I was frozen. Anyway, I hid for the rest of the day and the next morning I still kept my distance. I was waiting for when they were gonna kick me out. Banish me or whatever. But no one did anything. I even ran into her like “stepmom”, long story, and she was friendly to me like always. I didn't get it, not until that night when she summoned me to her room. I thought this was it, she was gonna banish me but instead she just asked me if ghosts felt loneliness, physical loneliness I guess. I said yeah, I hadn't realized it at first but yeah I definitely felt the longing for physical touch. She asked if she went to the Ethereal Plane, she's a wizard, if she could touch me, if I wanted her too.”

“Okay thoughts so far.” The satyr stops reading to interject. “This is, like, super sweet. Mid on the spice level so far but it sounds like we've just entered the second act. But like I'd watch this movie.” Her pace on the dildo is still rather slow, bringing some pleasure but not so much that she sees an orgasm anytime in the near future.

“I froze. Like this felt like a trap but then she starts to undress in front of me and I can't look away. So then she's sitting there in her underwear just staring at me like she's challenging me. I was so turned on but shocked that I just nodded my head. I mean if this was still a trap at least I got to just have this mental image. Her standing there all confident in her bra and panties. She waves her hand to cast the spell and I kind of brace myself, I mean she could still like banish me or whatever the fuck she's capable of but then she's in the Ethereal Plane. And she's touching my face and her hand is warm. I've forgotten what warm feels like and all I can think about is that I want it all over so I kiss her. Like pull her body in as close as I can and kiss her as hard as I can. And her hands are on my chest and sliding down and I am suddenly very aware of the fact that I am making out with a half naked girl. Then she's undoing my belt and shoving her hand down my pants. Oh God I can remember how good it felt to be touched by another person again. She stroked my dick until I was fully hard and then just laid down on the bed with a ‘come and get it’ look. I basically pounced on her. I normally would have a lot more tact, like I'd eat her out and make her cum at least once. It's just the adrenaline rush from discovering that sex was something I didn't have to give up after dying was insane. I didn't even get my jeans off, just got them down enough that my dick was out.”

Moans escape her lips as she picks up the pace. She pauses from the story for a moment as she plays with her tits, staring into the camera as she did.

“Okay this is definitely getting hot. Now given the circumstances, I'll excuse the lack of foreplay but fellas, you gotta do the foreplay. Oh God it's like losing your virginity for a second time! Fuck let's see if I can finish the story before I finish.”

“I pulled her panties to the side and just started to slide in. She was so wet already but goddamn she was so tight. I tried to slow down to give her a chance to get used to it but she just wraps her arm around me and starts muttering ‘more, just give it to me, I can take it.’ so I do. I get all the way inside her and pause, just kissing her cause I truly have no idea her sexual history, she could be a virgin. We hadn't been friends for all that long. So I start focusing on her body, rubbing on her clit and kissing her neck as she adjusts. She's practically moaning in my ear when she gives me the go ahead. So I start thrusting very carefully. I start rambling about how good she feels and she is like clenching down on me every time I praise her. I start telling her how she's such a good girl and how she's taking me so well and she's loving it. She just starts chanting my name and I know I'm not going to last long so I tell her I'm gonna pick up the pace and she tells me okay. So I pull all the way out and I ram it back into her. She starts going ‘Oh fuck, yes! Just like that!’ I keep the praises up, calling her my good girl and she-”

She feels her legs start shaking as she is bouncing on this dildo. Normally she'd pace herself more but she was getting lost in the story.

“Oh God that's so fucking hot. Just the way he's paying attention to her cues and fucking her how she wants. So what do we think, guys? Should I keep going or move on to the next story?”

Her chat practically explodes with “Keep Going!” Urging her to keep riding and reading the story.

“I keep the praises up, calling her my good girl and she starts coming. I follow shortly after, not thinking about pulling out until it's too late. I go to cuddle her and realize that the spell's ended and she's no longer in the Ethereal Plane. She's just laid across her bed, my fucking ghost seed just dripping out of her and I have that image locked down in the spank bank. This became a routine after that day. At least once a week she'd just Blink into the Ethereal Plane and we'd go at it like rabbits.”

The satyr let out a shout as she came. As she tried to catch her breath, dozens of gifts started to flood her chat. She showed the camera the now drenched dildo and pussy.

“Thank you guys! That was a really sweet one today. Have a good night and make sure to tune in next week and check out the links in my bio. Bye!”

With a click the screen went back to black.

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Fabian Aramais Seacaster had always been and would always be a proud man. Despite the fact that he was not sailing the high seas he still held those pirate values that he'd been raised with. So when he found himself stuck between a rock and a hard place, asking for help was an absolute last resort.

Taking a shaky breath, he tapped on Adaine's contact. It rang twice before a click and then the elf’s voice came through.

“Hey Fabi-”

“Adaine, I need you to come to this address immediately, it's an emergency.”

He hung up before she could ask any questions and sent a text with a pinned location. A sigh escaped his lips as he put his phone on silent. He knew this was a bad idea but he couldn't think of anything else to do in this situation.

“She's gonna kill you, you know? Well I guess if she does, then you won't have to worry about filling your class.” A voice said, pulling Fabian from his inward spiral.

He looked up and met the eye of one of the patrons of the gym. Antiope Jones stared back at him, amusement coloring her face as Fabian processed her words. It was, sadly, very true that Adaine would be more than pissed at the deception. Yet he knew that if he had asked Adaine to take his dance class at the gym he was working at, she would have said no. Dance was something that his friends had always supported him in but they had repeatedly expressed no interest in partaking in. They had supported him so much that they had even helped him create a resume and learn how to interview for the position of dance instructor at Champion’s Core for the summers but every request to join one of his classes was denied.

“Shut up.” He grumbled in response.

Grabbing his bag, he walked towards the side entrance to await Adaine. To his surprise, she was standing in the alley, a look of concern on her face as she locked eyes with him. She must have teleported if she was there that quickly. Oh, she was going to be so mad at him.

“Are you okay? What's goi-”

“Ecaf! I'm claiming Ecaf!” Fabian interjected.

Adaine looked at him with confusion at the mention of the hand mirror before recognition crossed her face. Which quickly turned to anger as she realized he had tricked her into thinking he was in danger.

His discovery of his friends' betrayal had earned him one free pass with each of his friends. A no-questions-asked favor that he could cash in whenever.

“You've already used your Ecaf with me. So spill it Seacaster!” She demanded, her arms crossing over her chest.

Taking a deep breath, he explained how his boss had told him that he'd have to cut one of his classes if he didn't get more clients in them. He continued to tell her how enough people signed up but one person still hadn't shown up and now that he only had ten minutes until his next class started, he needed one more body. Adaine was the only one he knew that was available. He knew that he had used his Ecaf with her but had hoped that she might have forgotten because he was out of options..

She narrowed her eyes at him. Obviously annoyed, she reached her hand into her jacket pocket, pulling out a pair of athletic leggings.

“Fine but you OWE me, big time. Oh, and if anyone I know is in there, I'm going to kill you.” She said, her finger pointing directly at his face as she spoke.

“Thank you!”

He pulled her into a hug and then rushed them both inside. Adaine quickly changed in the locker room and went into the room Fabian directed her towards. He could feel his heart rate finally lower as he entered his classroom. As long as he didn't look directly at Adaine, he could mostly ignore the daggers she was shooting at him. Dawning his headset, he turned to the large room of clients.

“Good morning! Who's ready to crush it?” He shouted into the mic.

The class was mostly middle-aged moms, a few people closer to his age and one man that Fabian could swear was at least two hundred years old. Most days he had a turn out of about 10-15 people in his morning class but last week his manager told him that he needed to promote his class more, the expectation now being at least twenty clients. He had done his best and had gotten a few more regulars to join his class but he had two that just came every once in a while that were really screwing with his attendance rates but he'd rather just be happy that they came at all.

Helping people take care of their bodies through dance was something that Fabian never expected to love so much but walking into this room just lit something up inside himself. He was able to just focus on the music and the group in front of him and the rest of the world would disappear.

The class continued in its normal fashion: lots of shouts of encouragement from Fabian and some light catcalling from the moms. Fabian during a water break peaked over at Adaine, who had chosen a spot in the very back of the class. Her face was bright red as she spoke with a halfling who seemed to be showing her photos on her phone. A polite smile was plastered on her face as she attempted to inch away from the woman. Fabian immediately clocked this as Mazzy Dougal, one of his longest running clients and a very pushy person.

“Mazzy, we've talked about this. You can't harass every pretty woman who enters my class to date your son.” Fabian called out as he put down his water bottle.

“But she's Adric’s type! I mean look at her, those gorgeous eyes and that soft blonde hair.” Mazzy argued, grabbing at Adaine's ponytail. Fabian pretended not to notice the glare the elf was giving him as he started the music back up.

“Okay, ladies and gents and everyone in between and beyond. We're not here to play matchmaker! We're here to dance! And a five…six…seven…eight!”

Fabian finished the class with no other incidents. He found his gaze drifting back to Adaine quite often, who had very quickly learned to dodge Mazzy during water breaks. He tried not to laugh as he saw her duck behind the water cooler whenever she'd see her turn towards her. During the dancing portions though, he would catch her singing along to the songs, and responding with the rest of the class to calls and responses. She seemed to be keeping up just fine, which surprised him because Adaine very rarely danced and it was normally a very subdued head bob along with the music but she seemed to be pulling out all the stops today.

As everyone filed out of the class, he caught Adaine standing to the side, waiting for him. Her ponytail holder had slid down her hair, now dangling at the bottom of a messy clump of blonde hair. Her face was glistening with sweat that she wiped with the front of her t-shirt as he approached.

“So…that was fun!” Fabian said cautiously.

Adaine’s scowl made it abundantly clear that she was and probably would continue to be mad at him.

“That was awful. Mazzy’s son is forty years old and apparently has a ‘thing’ for pretty blonde elves. She kept asking me if I want children.” She grumbled, smacking Fabian's arm as they walked.

“I'm sorry about her. She usually has a bit more tact than that but Adric did just turn 40 and she's getting desperate to get him out of her house.”

Adaine's mad expression cracked for a moment as they walked through the gym. Fabian knew she was playing up her anger to make him feel guilty. If he dared to wager a guess, she actually enjoyed the class but her pride would never let her admit that to him. She would more than likely keep up the charade until she claimed the favor he owed her.

Adaine gathered her things and went to leave. Fabian mentally called out to the Hangman to come take her home. With an enthusiastic “Yes , sire!”, he pulled up to the front door. Adaine slid her thumb across her throat before walking out the door instead of saying goodbye. Fabian shot her back with a very exaggerated scared face as she disappeared around the corner.

“It was nice knowing ya, Fabian.” Antiope spoke up behind him.

“Why are you still here? Are there no gym bros for you to embarrass on the leg presses.” Fabian asked, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“Nah man, this one is embarrassing himself.” She replied, shooting him a finger gun and walking away. He never understood why they were friends.

Fabian had just clocked out for the day when his crystal chimed with a text from Adaine.

“Are you busy Friday evening and all of Saturday?”

He typed out a quick reply “Saturdays are my me days” before walking across the parking lot to where The Hangman was waiting for him.

“Sire, I drove your pretty friend Adaine home as instructed. She got a call from your ex-girlfriend-” The Hangman practically shouted in his head.

“Aelwyn, you can just refer to her as Aelwyn. Also, we never dated.” Fabian interjected.

“Nevermind that sire! She was on the phone and told her sister that you had a very nice ass!” He continued frantically.

Fabian got onto the bike, rolling his eyes as they started to drive.

“We've discussed you trying to get me to date my friends, Hangman. You can't just start making stuff up.”

“No, sire, it is not a lie! She answered the phone and said ‘Okay I think I get it.’ and I couldn't hear what Aelwyn said but then Adaine said ‘No I mean I just watched Fabian dance for an hour and I couldn't stop staring at his ass.’ Then they continued to talk about it all the way to the Manor! She even patted me on the handle and told me that it was between me and her. If I had hands she would see that my fingers were crossed, sire!”

Fabian chose to ignore the blush spreading across his cheeks.

“You really shouldn't eavesdrop on others conversations Hangman… What else did they say?”

“Apparently Aelwyn’s lover is coming back to Spyre this weekend so she canceled something with Adaine. Adaine was very understanding but a little annoyed with her sister. Which is fair, I mean it was pretty last minute and…”

Hangman continued to ramble on about Adaine's phone conversation as they arrived home. The rest of it did not pertain to him so he turned it out for the most part. As he got off his bike his crystal chimed with another message.

“I have an event this weekend in Bastion City and Aelwyn can no longer go with me. Could you come?”

“What kind of event?”

Three dots sat on the screen for a minute before a very short text came through.

“Nvm.”

Confused, he put his crystal away as he made his way into his house. He didn't mind spending a weekend with Adaine but last time he had agreed to something without details, she had dragged him to a book fair. He wasn't exactly thrilled about following her around with a heavy box for an hour again. As he started to undress for a shower, his crystal went off again. This time it was a text from Aelwyn.

“My dear baby sister needs a date for some college friend's wedding this weekend. She doesn't want to ask but if I remember correctly, you owe her a favor. So you better text her back with an enthusiastic YES I'M FREE or I will be employing other methods of persuasion.”

Another text came immediately after. It was a recording of a voicemail he had left Aelwyn while she had been held captive in Falinel. He cringed as he heard his own voice wailing into the phone, drunk off his ass. How ridiculously in love he was with a girl who had kissed him once. He sent back a thumbs up before switching back to Adaine's conversation to tell her he was free if she needed him.

“Tysm pack an overnight bag and a nice outfit, preferably a suit. I'll see you at Aelwyn’s at 3!”

Those two would be an unstoppable force if they decided to take over the world.

Before putting his phone down to shower, his Blinkchat went off. On his screen was a selfie of Aelwyn with a big shit-eating grin, flipping him off and the caption “Don't tell her about our conversation. Or else I can send all your friends that voicemail.” he was about to hit reply when he noticed the background of the photo. Just to the right of Aelwyn's head was a full body mirror. In its reflection appeared to be Adaine changing. Entirely topless, pushing some piece of fabric down her legs. Fabian felt his whole face burn as he closed the message. With a simple thumbs up, he ended the conversation, chucking the phone onto his pile of dirty laundry.

How could she not have noticed her half naked sister in the background of the photo? Fabian tried to not think about the image of his dear friend's breast but the image was practically burned to the back of his eyelids. He hopped into the shower in a sad attempt to move past it.

This proved to be one of the biggest mistakes. It was not often that he got into the shower to STOP thinking about breasts. With the conversation with the Hangman still fresh, his mind started to wander to new places, places that he had denied himself for a long time. His friends were amazing people, outrageous at times but with so many good qualities and, to be honest, very attractive. He was a teenage boy at one point so of course he had wondered “what if” at times but had long ago shut them down. Yet here he was, arousal encroaching on him as he pictured scenarios where he'd see Adaine with little to no clothes. Unrealistic moments of spilling on her shirt and just ripping it off, being “too hot” and needing to cool off filled his mind.

It got away from him quickly and it wasn't until he found himself stroking his dick, nearly to completion,that he realized what was happening. Immediately disgusted with himself, he quickly finished his routine. He ignored his now full erection as he got into his bed, shame filling him as he laid there in his towel.

“Pull it together, Seacaster.” He muttered to himself.

He tried to scroll mindlessly in his phone to wait out the boner. Maybe it was because he was exhausted but he found himself giving up quickly and just pulling up porn.

“No better than a sixteen year old.” He sighed.

He dealt with it quickly and went to sleep, the deep pit of guilt never quite leaving his stomach.

The rest of his week flew by with no issue. He texted Adaine the morning that he was supposed to meet her to confirm all he needed to pack. She sent a bunch of heart emojis with each message and thanked him seven thousand times. He could tell by her overly chirpy behavior that she was trying to hide her anxiety about the wedding. He had mostly ignored all thoughts of the photo in his mind and when he did find the thoughts creeping back in he would snap the hair tie. His hair had grown to a length that he'd find himself tying it up during workouts so he always had one on his wrist. This method was only slightly effective but he had no other “full mast” situations after that night.

Loading his bags onto the luggage rack he had installed onto his bike, he made his way over to Aelwyn's apartment. When he arrived he knocked on the door. It was an odd feeling going into Aelwyn's apartment. Their little summer fling had only lasted a week before he had to go fight the Night Yorb and when he returned she had moved into her own apartment, ending things in a text message. So he had never gone to see her new place, usually just parking out in front of the building to wait for Adaine. Aelwyn answered the door and invited him in. He was immediately astonished by how many cats were roaming around the place and tried his best to give them a wide berth. It was a small apartment, the kitchen and living room being basically the same room with a hallway that led to an open bathroom. Adaine came walking down the hallway, adjusting a short black dress.

“Fabian, I need your opinion. I'm stuck between two dresses and I don't have room in my bag for both.” She asked as she entered the room.

She did a little spin to show him the dress. It was a fitted dress with a sweetheart neckline and long sleeves. The shoulders of the dress had a slightly square shape to them that gave it a more elegant appeal. It had a slight ruching to it that accentuated her hips and made her waist look even smaller. With his hands behind his back, he tried to inconspicuously snap his hair tie, earning himself an eyebrow raise from Adaine but she made no comment about it.

“This one compliments your figure quite nicely. If you have any pearl jewelry it would make it look quite elegant and give a Breakfast at Tiffany's vibe.” He answered.

She nodded her head, processing the information before turning back towards the bathroom where a light blue lace dress was hanging.

“The black would match the suit that Fabian picked as well.” Aelwyn interjected before Adaine could leave the living room.

Fabian nodded his head as Adaine looked up at him. It was true that they'd match more if she went with the black. His outfit was a black turtleneck and pants with a statement blazer. The blazer was white with a black pattern on it that almost looked like plaid but upon closer inspection was a repeated scratch-like pattern. He had texted a photo of it to Adaine when he had picked it up and she had responded with a series of fire emojis.

She quickly changed and packed the dress into her bag. She gave her sister a quick hug before walking out the front door. As Fabian turned to follow, holding Adaine's bag for her, his arm was grabbed by the older elf.

“Make sure she has fun. She deserves it.” She said, slipping something into his front pocket.

“Of course! She's partying with a Seacaster, it's always fun.” He replied.

He peaked at the foil packets that were sticking out of his pants pocket as he walked out the front door. His face felt very warm as he shoved them deeper into his pocket. What in the hell was she expecting him to do this weekend?

Adaine was waiting by his bike by now, checking her crystal as she waited. Fabian made his way over and quickly strapped her bag onto the rack before getting on the bike. Adaine took her usual spot behind him, putting her hands on his waist as she did.

“Ready?” He asked, peeking over his shoulder at her.

“Mhmm.” She answered.

Fabian turned back to the road, letting the bike do most of the driving as they left town. He was doing a pretty good job of ignoring the fluttering feeling in his stomach as she shifted from having her hands on his waist to just hugging him from behind. He was actually doing a decent job until the Hangman started talking to him.

“Sire! A wedding is a perfect opportunity to make your move.”

“Stop it.” Fabian responded telepathically.

“You will be so hot that she won't be able to say no to you. With the drinking and the romantic atmosphere, there's no way she wouldn't fall madly in love with you, sire.”

“I said stop it.”

“It's just it has been so long since a beautiful woman has ridden upon my seat and I know it's been a long time since a woman has ridden you…”

“ENOUGH!” Fabian shouted in his head.

He took over driving as they hit the highway, using focusing on the road as a distraction. The Hangman stayed silent after that, stunned by Fabian's outburst. Normally he wouldn't get so angry but the guilt that had settled in his stomach earlier in the week made listening to his bike impossible. He snapped the hair tie again and continued to drive. He gave it a bit more gas, giving his brain more of a need to focus on the task at hand and not on the pair of arms currently wrapped around his waist.

He didn't notice at first how much he had accelerated. He had always been a bit of a speed demon and would regularly clock over 100 miles an hour whenever he could. He didn't notice Adaine’s grip on him getting tighter or the two voices telling him that he was going too fast. He just continued forward, only focusing on the road ahead. No it wasn't for another couple miles that he noticed anything was amiss. The Hangman started to slow down drastically. All control of the steering was taken away from Fabian as the bike started to pull into an empty rest stop.

“What the hell H-”

The Hangman cut him off, obviously pissed.

“Sire, the girl was screaming at you to slow down for miles! I had no choice but to pull over for I feared she would throw herself from me!”

It was then that Fabian realized that Adaine's hands were clawing at his stomach. As they stopped she practically jumped away from him, onto the ground.

“I'm sorry, Adaine. I didn't-”

He froze as he saw her, on her hands and knees as sobs shook her whole body. He dropped to his knees and tried to put a hand on her back but she whirled away from him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she shouted in between gasps of air.

She hit him in the chest with her fist as she started to get up. It wasn't enough to really hurt him so he didn't try to avoid it. He felt his stomach drop. Her whole body was shaking, tears streaming down her face as she shouted at him.

“I kept asking you to slow down and you ignored me!”

Her voice was shrill as she continued to pound on his chest. Fabian felt sick as she started to hyperventilate, her panic attack only seeming to escalate. He tried to reach out to her, to embrace her or something but she responded by smacking his arm away from her. He'd never seen her so mad at him before. He had obviously been dissociated for long enough for her to repeatedly ask him to slow down until she started to be genuinely afraid and then start to have a panic attack when he was still unresponsive.

“I'm so sorry, Adaine. I didn't hear you. Please just let me help you calm down.” he begged.

He took a slow step towards her and as she tried to take a step away from him, her foot caught on the sidewalk. She twisted onto her side in an attempt to catch herself instead making it so she landed on her elbow.

Fabian ran to her as she rolled on the ground.

Shame filled him as he picked up Adaine, she cradled her elbow as she struggled to catch her breath. He carried her into the handicap bathroom and set her down on the sink counter. She wasn't pulling away from him anymore so he used the opportunity to reach into her jacket pocket and pull out a paper bag. As she started to breathe into it, he inspected her arm. It seemed to be more scuffed up than anything but he still cast Healing Word, muttering “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry” over and over again as he inspected the rest of her.

The wounds healed quickly and after a few moments Adaine was able to regulate her breathing. Fabian took a paper towel and ran it under some cold water, using it to wipe off the dirt and gravel from her hands and knees. He dared not to make eye contact with her, focusing his attention on taking care of her to the best of his ability. He stepped out of the restroom for a moment, grabbing a water bottle from the vending machine out front.

“Is Adaine okay, sire?” The Hangman asked as he caught sight of Fabian.

“She's not hurt.” Fabian responded, walking back into the restroom.

Adaine was no longer breathing into the bag as he walked back in. He offered her the water and she accepted it without saying anything. Fabian stood there silently as she drank the bottle, staring at the floor. His stomach felt like it was filled with rocks as his guilt washed over him. All this because he was embarrassed about getting a boner. He wanted nothing more than to disappear but he couldn't cause all this and also abandon her.

After a moment he felt a hand pull on his sleeve. He glanced up at Adaine, who was still visibly upset but no longer crying or hyperventilating.

“What the hell, man? I just don't get how you didn't hear me screaming at you to please slow down. I wasn't even that scared by the speed but you've never ignored me like that before.” She asked, crossing her arms at him.

“I'm sorry. I promise I wasn't trying to ignore you, I was just…” he trailed off.

Just what? Too horny to notice? He felt so incredibly stupid at this moment.

Adaine sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“Look, Fabian, I don't know what's bothering you but obviously you're not handling it well. So you need to talk about it and I don't really feel comfortable getting onto that bike with you if you won't even say it. Are you upset that I asked you to come to this wedding with me? Cause I can go by myself.”

Fabian took a deep breath to steel himself. Adaine didn't feel safe with him and that was unacceptable. So he told her the truth. He told her about the conversation with the Hangman, the accidental nude and even admitted to jerking off in the shower. He told her about how disgusting he had felt with himself all week and how he had zoned out while driving to try not to think about it. She listened to him, never once interrupting and with a neutral look on her face. He finished his story, his head hanging in shame again as he waited for her to respond. He wasn't sure how she'd react, perhaps calling him an idiot or a pervert, saying she wanted to go home or for HIM to go home. What he didn't expect was for her to chuckle.

He looked back up at her. She had a smile on her face as she shook her head.

“You saw some boobs and it really sent you into this big spiral, huh? I mean, I guess I feel kinda honored. I broke Fabian Aramais Seacaster with my tits alone.”

Fabian chuckled at how ridiculous it sounded. She was right, it was just some boobs and he was really overreacting. She grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug. He very lightly put his arm around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her forehead against his.

“If something is bothering you like that, you've got to talk to someone about it, Fabian. You can't solve every problem with training.” She said softly.

“Again, I'm so sorry for scaring you. I promise that won't ever happen again.” He muttered.

He was grateful for her response. He squeezed her tightly for a moment and then relaxed but didn't let go until she did. He grabbed another paper towel, this time wiping the tears streaks off her face. A strange look passed over her face as he did so but she said nothing until after he threw away the paper towel.

“You know,” she started, “They say when a song is stuck in your head the only way to get rid of it is to listen to it all the way through.”

Fabian was confused by her statement so he just gave her a puzzled look. She elaborated by grabbing both sides of his head and kissing him. It was soft, hesitant like she wasn't sure he'd reciprocate. So he did. He kissed back with a week's worth of pent up lust and longing, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to him.

“Are you sure?” He asked as soon as they pulled away for air.

She nodded and a blue magic hand appeared and locked the bathroom door. He quickly set to work unbuttoning her jeans. She lifted her hips as he pulled them off of her, tossing them to the side as she pulled her jacket off. He knelt down, ignoring the cold tile of the bathroom floor as he pulled her hips forward, instructing her to lean back slightly. He pulled her underwear to the side, looking up at her and placed a kiss on her inner thigh. Her eyes were blown wide as she watched him.

“Are you really sure? We could wait until we're at the hotel.” He asked, placing another kiss on her other thigh.

“Like I said, I think we should solve this problem before getting back on the bike.” She answered.

She wiggled her hips at him, teasing him. He simply nodded and set to work. As he ran his tongue through her folds, he watched her. She leaned her head back, now fully leaning against the mirror. He watched as her mouth fell open the moment he'd put any pressure on her clitoris. How she'd bite her lip to keep from moaning if he sucked on it and how she'd gasp. He watched for just a minute before he started fucking her with his tongue and using his hands to hold her thighs in place as she thrusted her hips into his face.

“Fuck, yes, just like that.” She mumbled as he buried his face into her.

He continued like this as her hand tangled into his hair, pulling slightly. Her eyes fell shut as he placed a thumb on her clitoris, rubbing aggressively to watch her reaction. A low moan escaped her lips and her grip in his hair tightened. He didn't mind the pain, watching her fall apart made up for any discomfort he had. The more he focused on the spots that caused her to moan, the more aggressive her movements became until she was pulling his head by his hair, practically fucking herself with his tongue.

“Oh God I'm so close!”

Fabian doubled his efforts, pushing her over the edge. She released the grip on his hair, brushing it back into place when he was done.

“Fucking hell. Where'd you learn to do that?” She said with a sigh.

“A pirate never leaves a woman wanting more.” He said as he stood up from the floor.

She laughed, pulling him by the shirt to kiss her. This kiss had no question or answer to it. Just a desperate need for each other to be closer, closer, closer. Fabian felt hands start to undo his belt as his hands roamed up Adaine's thigh. He pulled back from the kiss just long enough to pull down his pants and boxers. Adaine used this moment to strip off her shirt and sports bra.

“So these are what's been bugging you all week?” She said teasingly.

She shook them back and forth for a moment, an awfully big grin on her face. Fabian didn't answer, simply closed the distance between them again. As he kissed her, he grabbed one of the condoms that Aelwyn had slipped into his pocket. He wasted no time in putting it on before rubbing the tip of his penis against her vagina.

“Keep teasing me and I won't hold anything back, Adaine.” He warned.

She sat up slightly, the grin still on her face.

“Oo I'm so scared.” She said in a sarcastic tone.

“I warned you.”

With that he picked her up off the counter and turned her around. He bent her over with her staring up at their reflections. He slowly slid into her, watching as the smug look on her face disappeared. Once he was fully seated, he pulled back out and slammed back into her. Her jaw dropped as he pounded into her, each thrust making her gasp. Her eyes were wide in shock, apparently not expecting him to actually follow through on his threat.

He held on to her hips, pulling them back to meet each thrust. The concrete walls of the bathroom making every slap of his hips against her ass echo.

“You like to pull my hair and taunt me like you're in charge but really this is what you want, isn't it? You want me to fuck you the way you need, that's why you push buttons, right?”

The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin and her moaning. Every thrust from Fabian pulled a porn star worthy moan from her. The look of shock was not long lived as pleasure took over. Her half-lidded eyes were filled with desire as they stared back at him through the mirror. He gave a quick slap to her left ass cheek, earning another moan from her. Her head dropped down so she was no longer looking in the mirror. Fabian reached forward, pulling her head back up by her hair.

“Answer me.”

Tears collected on the corners of Adaine's eyes as he held her by her hair.

“Yeeees. Don't stop.” She finally answered.

Fabian kept at it, giving her a slap on each cheek and then rubbing it to soothe the redness. Her hands gripped the sink for dear life but she was smiling the whole time. She looked drunk, her eyes out of focus and a loopy little smile appearing on her face as her friend pounded her from behind. Fabian wasn't entirely sure why he felt the need to be so aggressive. Had this happened in his house or even at Mordred Manor, he knows he would have had more poise. Or perhaps not, he had been known to fuck like a pirate a time or two.

Fabian's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the Hangman trying to reach him telepathically.

“Not now!”

“Sire! People are approaching in a vehicle and the noises you two are making leave little to the imagination.”

Fuck, Fabian thought to himself. He slowed his thrusts, replacing the quick hard thrusts instead with deep long ones and bent over Adaine. He pulled her to a more standing position and put one hand over her mouth.

“You've got to keep quiet for a minute, okay?” He whispered in her ear.

He stared at her face through the reflection. She nodded her head and Fabian continued his slow rhythm into her. She let out quiet little whimpers with each thrust but otherwise stayed mostly silent. The sound of car doors opening and shutting could be heard and then a family clamoring out of a vehicle.

“Okay kiddos, take a leak now cause we're not stopping again until Bastion City.” A female voice came.

They heard the sound of a few people agreeing and going into the other restrooms. Fabian was grateful to have taken the single person handicap bathroom so no one even attempted the door. Adaine stared wide-eyed at Fabian’s reflection. He changed up his pace, snapping his hips forward after slowly pulling out. Her eyes nearly rolled the back of her head as she fought to stay quiet. He knew he should just wait it out but something about the way she melted into him and tightened around his dick told him he had to continue.

“Is this exciting for you? Like the idea that someone could catch you? Or do you just love having my cock in you so much that you don't care if they could catch us?” He whispered into her ear.

He lifted his hand from her mouth for a moment. Adaine's eyes, which usually held such intellect in them, were out of focus. In her lust-addled state, she simply answered “Both.” Fabian responded by kissing her neck.

“Good girl. I'm going to make sure that you get fucked this good all weekend. Would you like that?”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip hard to stay quiet. Fabian waited until he heard the car pull away before confirming with the Hangman that they were in the clear. He bent her back over the sink but this time keeping one arm around her waist. He held her close as he fucked her at the fast pace from before. Her moaning turned into her shouting “Oh fuck” and “So good” over and over again as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching. The tears that had been at the corners of her eyes now freely flowing down her cheeks.

“You close, baby?” He asked as he felt her legs start to get weak.

“Yes! Fuck yes!” She responded instantly.

“Come with me, baby.”

She came with a strangled cry and probably would have dropped to the floor had they not been leaning against a counter. Fabian came after a few more pumps. They both sat there, leaning on the counter for support for a minute before straightening themselves out. Adaine stared up at her reflection for a moment as Fabian kissed her shoulder and rubbed circles on her back.

“You okay?” He asked softly.

She nodded, watching as Fabian held her close to his chest and muttered praises of what a good job she did. He watched her carefully, watching for any signs of discomfort as they quickly cleaned up and got dressed. She seemed okay until they started walking towards the door and she winced slightly. He kissed her on the forehead, attempting to hide the grin on his face and cast Healing Word one more time. As they got back to the bike, Adaine held up a finger for Fabian to wait. She leaned in close and whispered something to the Hangman who revved his engine in response.

“What was that about?” Fabian asked as they climbed back on the bike.

“I told him if he ever told my secrets again, I'd put sugar in his engine.” Adaine responded.

He laughed as they took off. The Hangman drove for the rest of the trip and Fabian chose to let him and this proved to be a smart decision as less than an hour later Adaine's hands began to roam across his chest and his stomach and his legs.

“What are you doing?” He shouted over his shoulder.

“Nothing.” She answered back, her hands now fully on his crotch.

He rolled his eyes, powerless to really stop her from this position on the bike. She continued to run her hands across him, not really focusing on one area but just general groping. That was until they took a hard right turn and she had to grab onto his jacket for dear life, ending her little game. The Hangman grumbled something about people not getting over to their lanes. They arrived at their hotel as the sun began to fall. Fabian felt the long trip, and the extracurriculars, in his back and shoulders but mentally prepared himself to be pounced on the second they entered their room.

Adaine got them checked in and they headed to their room. It was a decent room with two queen beds and a stocked mini bar. Nothing too lavish but certainly better than he expected from Adaine's budget. He dropped the bags onto one of the beds as he looked around the room. As he turned to say something his prediction came true as Adaine jumped into his arms. As he landed on his back, Adaine chuckled as she started to kiss him, biting at his lip and

“Oh by the way, Fabian,” she said in between kisses, “I am in charge.”

A rueful grin crossed her face as Fabian swallowed. This was going to be a long weekend.

Chapter Text

“Adaine, you're getting ink everywhere! Stop chewing on the pen.” Aelwyn huffed as she set a box down on the kitchen table.

Adaine looked down at the pen in her hands, the bottom end of it completely destroyed from her mindless chomping. Her fingers were covered in the blue ink, which also seemed to have dripped onto her shirt.

“Shit.” She grumbled, tossing the pen into the bin.

With a quick spell she was able to clean the ink off of herself, just not the embarrassment. Aelwyn and her had been unpacking boxes in the kitchen of Aelwyn's new apartment when she had spaced off with the pen in her mouth. It was even more embarrassing when she considered what had her so unfocused.

“What has you so distracted, little sister?” Aelwyn asked in a sing-song voice.

She put her head on Adaine's shoulder, peering into the living room where Adaine had been looking. It was mostly just unassembled furniture and empty boxes save for Gorgug who was actively putting together a couple of chairs at Adaine's request. Aelwyn had needed some help moving and Gorgug happened to be free that afternoon, so of course she asked for his help. The only problem was that it was by far the hottest day Elmville had ever experienced so Gorgug, having insisted on doing all the heavy lifting, had worked up quite a sweat. So, logically, he had taken off his hoodie, leaving him in a sweaty shirt that seemed to just cling to all of his muscles and Adaine couldn't tear her eyes off of him.

It had been a week since a particularly rowdy party at Seacaster Manor had ended in a game of spin the bottle. Adaine normally abstained from these sort of games but a few drinks in and a chorus of other drunk people chanting “Party Wizard '' had convinced her. Luckily for her, the group was so large she only had to kiss twice. The first being a peck on the lips from Torek Railgrinder and the second being Gorgug. While Adaine had been pretty tipsy at that point, Gorgug had been absolutely blasted. So when she had made her way over to him in the circle, he had practically pulled her into his lap and kissed her like his life had depended on it. The game had wrapped up soon after that but Adaine couldn't get her heart rate to settle down after that. Gorgug had been completely fine, going back to partying with the rest of the Bad Kids like nothing happened. Adaine had tried to ignore it, to chalk it up as just a drunken mishap and move on but all day she had watched Gorgug's hands while he worked. She couldn't help but remember how his large hands had felt rubbing along her back which led to her biting through the pen.

Aelwyn hummed in her ear as she surveyed the living room, pulling Adaine from her daydreaming again.

“I can't imagine it's my new entertainment system. It's pretty but it's not even assembled yet. The coffee table? No, it's rather plain. Hmmm. Maybe Gorgug knows.” She continued to tease.

Adaine, in a panic, shoved Aelwyn away from the doorframe and into the hallway. Which of course, only fueled the fire. Aelwyn's face had a shit-eating grin as they left the kitchen. She regretted telling Aelwyn anything about the kiss, especially after he was the only one who responded to her text in the group chat.

“Stop being so loud!” She whispered.

“Oh come on! You've been eye-fucking him all day.” Aelwyn said as she leaned against the wall.

“I haven't- I mean I wasn't- That's not true!” Adaine shot back defensively.

She could feel herself blushing as she tried to deny it. She knew Aelwyn was right but she wasn't going to admit it. Her pride was a little too big for that.

“Oh really? So you wouldn't mind if I took a stab at him? Maybe he'd like to try breaking my bed for a change.” She said, pushing up off the wall and taking a step into the kitchen.

Adaine's arm instinctively reached out to block Aelwyn from going any further. She couldn't look at her as she blocked the doorway. Adaine could envision the smug look on Aelwyn's face without having to look. After a moment Aelwyn let out a deep sigh before flicking Adaine in the forehead.

“Then. Go. Get. Yours.” She said, punctuating each word with a flick.

Adaine smacked her sister's hand away. As if this conversation wasn't humiliating enough, Aelwyn was now treating her like a child. She wanted nothing more than to tell her off for doing so or even to try to deny Aelwyn's assumptions but every comeback that she thought of died as it reached her mouth.

“Can you just stop?” Adaine finally snapped.

Aelwyn took a step back, trying to look in her sister's eyes. Adaine avoided her sister's gaze again. Aelwyn was like a hawk, perceptive to even the smallest details. It used to give her endless ammunition to torment her with but now just made it impossible for Adaine to lie about how she was feeling. Sometimes she wished her sister wasn't so perceptive.

“Okay. Okay. I will stop with the meddling and I'm not going to make a move or anything. That man seems like a very gentle lover and I prefer to be thrown around like a ragdoll. Plus I don't think Gorgug would even be into that idea anyway.” Aelwyn said after a moment.

“What would I not be into?” Gorgug asked from the doorway between the kitchen and the living room.

Adaine could swear her heart stopped beating. If she wasn't already blushing, she was definitely blushing now. Thank God she had her back turned so he couldn't see her face.

“Running out and grabbing pizza. I was going to place an order but the delivery fees nowadays are outrageous. Would you be a dear and go pick them up?” Aelwyn answered, pushing Adaine's arm down as she walked into the kitchen.

It was truly terrifying how easily Aelwyn could come up with lies. Years of growing up in a highly toxic household giving her an insane ability to come up with reasonable enough stories that no one questioned her.

“Yeah, no problem. I don't know why you'd think I'd have a problem with that.” Gorgug answered, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

“Oh sometimes I just forget that Adaine's friends are actually kind and considerate and even if they say no, which is highly unlikely, they will still be friends with my dear little sister.” Aelwyn answered.

“Um, thank you?”

Adaine rolled her eyes at her sister's thinly veiled message to her. She knew all that already. Of course if she tried to pursue Gorgug, things would be fine between them if he said no. Her pride might take a hit but she would never hold it against him or vice versa. At least she was pretty sure he wouldn't. Maybe he'd be uncomfortable around her then, not knowing if she was flirting with him or not. It was probably best to just keep compartmentalizing and spare everyone the awkwardness.

“So yeah I will go online and place the order and you and Adaine can go pick up the pizzas and a couple of drinks on the way back.”

Adaine turned to face her sister, who was already on her crystal. Didn't she just say she was gonna stop with the meddling? So what the hell was she doing? Aelwyn continued to keep her eyes on the crystal as she and Gorgug talked about where and when the pizza would be ready while Adaine tried desperately to come up with an excuse. “Sorry I don't want to go because I can't stop fantasizing about you" did not sound like a good reason but nothing better came to mind.

“Ready?” Gorgug asked, spinning his keys on his finger.

“Yep.” Adaine answered.

It was just a pizza run. Everything would be completely fine. They made their way down to the parking lot where the Hangvan was parked. Despite the now setting sun, the heat was still unbearable out in the parking lot.

“This heat is bullshit.” Adaine grumbled as she tied her hair up.

“I’m pretty sure I've sweated out at least half my body weight.” Gorgug said as they got to the van.

Adaine climbed into the passenger seat, immediately cranking up the A/C as soon as Gorgug had the key turned.

“Since when did Elmville get this hot? I think it was cooler in the Red Waste.” Adaine whined as it started blasting hot air, not having a chance to cool down yet.

“Y’know that might be because the Night Yorb was actively blocking out all the sunlight.” Gorgug joked as they pulled out of the parking lot.

“Either way, it's hot and I hate it.”

Gorgug laughed as Adaine started to fan herself with the random scraps of paper she found in the glove compartment. She was not built for this heat and the two minutes it took the A/C to start blowing cold air were miserable. While Gorgug wasn't whining like Adaine, he was wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

“Aelwyn could not have picked a worse day to move.” Adaine grumbled as the A/C finally started blowing cold.

“It's supposed to be hot like this for the next week.”

Adaine groaned as she threw head back in protest. She was going to die, all the threats in her life and a heat wave was going to take her out. Gorgug started laughing again at Adaine's theatrics. See, everything was just fine. All she had to do was act normal and everything was great. Her sexual attraction to Gorgug was something she could ignore until it eventually disappeared because this was fine. Their conversation continued as they headed to the pizza place across town. Aelwyn had conveniently picked the furthest restaurant from her place; it took about thirty minutes to get there with the evening traffic. Right as Gorgug ran in to grab the food, Adaine's crystal lit up with a text.

“So sorry dear sister. It looks like I had to step out for a quick errand and am unsure when I will return. Enjoy the pizza amongst other things. 😉 '' The text read.

“So much for not meddling.” Adaine muttered to herself as Gorgug came out with the food.

He hopped into the van, handing the boxes over to Adaine as he did. She set them on her lap, grateful for the powerful A/C making it so her legs were actually a little cold when she set the box down.

“So Aelwyn had something come up so we're done for the day.” Adaine said as she opened the box, grabbing a slice.

“Thank God. I'm exhausted.” Gorgug said as he started up the van.

Adaine took a bite of her pizza as she watched Gorgug pull out of the parking spot. Why was it so hot watching someone reverse a car? Maybe it was because his hand was just centimeters away from touching her as she was desperately trying not to think about his hands again. His eyes flicked to hers for a moment, an imperceptible look crossing his face before immediately turning his attention back to the road. Oh God, had he noticed her staring? She turned her attention ahead of her as she felt herself blushing again. Maybe this was going to be harder than she thought.

“Can I, um…” Gorgug started to ask.

His voice trailed off as they started heading in the direction of Mordred Manor. Adaine took a peek in his direction, doing her best not to stare. His thumbs tapped on the steering wheel as he drove. He had to have noticed the staring, having grown so quiet as they neared the Manor. Adaine wracked her brain for something to say to end this awkward silence but she feared she'd just make it worse. So she stayed quiet and finished her slice of pizza. The gravel driveway had never been a more welcome sight as she wanted to do nothing more than sprint directly up to her bedroom and never leave it again. Just as she went to unbuckle her seat belt, Gorgug started to speak again.

“Hey, um, this is really embarrassing but can I talk to you about something?” He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

She froze, terrified of what he was about to ask. Why are you being so creepy? What's wrong with you? Why won't you stop staring at me? The list went on and on. He stared out the front windshield, not looking at her as he spoke.

“Y-yeah, what's up?” She said as she set the pizza boxes up on the dash.

“The other day at the party, um, I got pretty fucking drunk. So I don't really remember a lot of it, you know?” He said, his hand returning to tapping on the steering wheel.

“And, uh,” he stuttered as he stopped tapping his fingers, now just gripping the steering wheel, “I have been informed that during a game of spin the bottle I was, um, very aggressive with you. So I wanted to apologize for any lines I crossed.” He finished, finally looking at her.

Adaine wasn't sure why she felt so upset by this. She knew he had been drunk off his ass and had even accepted that it hadn't meant much to him, seeing as he went back to partying directly after and she had to step outside for air. Yet when she thought about him not remembering it at all, it really hurt her feelings.

“You don't remember it at all?” She asked as she fidgeted with her hands.

She couldn't look up at him, knowing that he would have this apologetic look on his face and that she'd want to do nothing other than tell him it's fine. It wasn't fine, she wasn't fine with it. She knew it was unfair to be upset with him but she was.

“I remember that we played spin the bottle and I have a vague memory of the bottle landing on you but that's kind of it.” He answered, his voice quiet.

She was silent for a moment. The logical part of her brain was saying that it wasn't his fault but the emotional side was telling her it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he had her stuck in a daydream all day and he had to be told that he even did it. He hadn't had to kiss her like that, most people had just done a peck on the lips but he hadn't. He had held her close and made out with her, igniting something in her and he didn't remember.

“I don't forgive you.” She said as she leaned over and undid his seatbelt.

He gave her a confused look which was quickly replaced with a startled one as she crawled into his lap, straddling him. He deserved a taste of his own medicine, she thought to herself. So she kissed him the way he had kissed her. Her hands slid down his chest, not really able to run them down his back like he had done to her because of the seat. It might have been a little cruel but her pride had been wounded so she started to grind against him, making him inhale sharply. She was definitely doing more than he had done at this point, her naturally competitive nature wanting to one up him a little. After about thirty seconds of this she pulled away, her heart beating out of her chest.

“There. Now we're even.” She said as she started to climb off of him.

She was stopped by two strong hands grabbing her hips and bringing her back down. She let out a yelp as he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her back into a kiss. He had referred to his actions at the party as aggressive but they paled in comparison to his actions now. He bit her bottom lip, making her gasp and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. She practically melted into him as his hands roamed across her back and down her thighs, grabbing at any part of her he could touch. Picking up where she left off, she started to grind against him again. All day she had been daydreaming about this and now she felt on top of the world as he moaned with each thrust of her hips. He started to kiss down her neck, making her sigh as he focused on a particularly sensitive part. The only problem was as he leaned down to kiss her neck, she'd have to arch her back to avoid the steering wheel, which she was doing rather unsuccessfully. After about the fourth time of it jabbing into her spine, she had to stop.

“Gorgug?” She whispered as he continued to kiss new spots on her neck.

“Yeah, Adaine?” He muttered in response.

“The steering wheel's digging into my back.”

“Shit, sorry.” He said scooting back a bit.

She tried to redjust on his lap but ended up pressing the horn, making herself jump. She could see Gorgug bite his lip to keep from laughing at her. She could not have felt more embarrassed. Or at least that's what she thought until she saw the porch light of the Manor turn on and in her mad scramble to get off his lap, whacked her head on the roof of the van. She slid down to the floor, holding her head and praying that no one else saw her do that.

“Are you okay?” Gorgug asked, his voice full of concern.

She nodded her head despite her teeth still rattling from the impact. Gorgug looked up and waved a hand at someone apologetically. Adaine refused to get back up, wanting nothing more than to crawl under the seat and disappear. Nothing was sexier than nearly knocking herself out after making out. She had definitely spoiled whatever had just happened between them and would probably have to give someone an explanation on what the fuck they just saw.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He asked again.

It definitely hurt, she had to admit. The top of her head was throbbing a bit from the impact. She shook her head this time as she actually took a moment to focus on her pain. She had gotten herself good, apparently. Gorgug placed a hand on her cheek as he cast cure wounds, the pain immediately disappearing. He was gentle as he looked her over, making sure there were no other signs of harm. Of course he was; he was Gorgug and he was kind and considerate and she was a hot mess.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Sadly my pride can't be healed by magic.” She mumbled as she pulled herself up from the floor.

Glancing back at the porch, she could see the light was back off. A few lights inside the house were on but it didn't seem like anyone had been watching.

“I definitely confused the hell out of Jawbone but I don't think he saw you, if that's what you're worried about.” Gorgug said, answering her unspoken question.

Gorgug's thumbs had resumed their nervous tapping on the steering wheel as they both sat there, neither of them sure how to proceed. Adaine's stomach felt like it was in her throat as she stared out the windshield.

“If you follow the road here,” she started to say, slowly, “The gravel goes into the trees back there. If we wanted some, uh, privacy.”

She was really starting to get tired of blushing. Thankfully the sun had fully set now so the interior of the van was only lit up by the moonlight. Hopefully that meant he couldn't see her whole face turn red for the three thousandth time that day.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” He said, sounding excited.

Adaine was certain Gorgug had to be able to hear how hard her heart was pounding as the van moved behind the tree line. The canopy of trees blotted out the moonlight, the only light coming from the headlights in front of them. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as Gorgug parked the van. She had never done something like this before, always too scared of getting caught or making a fool of herself but this was Gorgug. Gentle giant, kind hearted, brings a tin flower to school, Gorgug. Also Gorgug who could, as Aelwyn put it, throw her around like a ragdoll which only seemed to add to the excitement of all of it all. He had just barely put the van in park when she pounced on him, pulling his face to hers and kissing him.

“Here, lay back.” He said when she pulled away to breathe.

Adaine did as he said, laying back in the seat as positioned himself over her. One hand supported his weight and the other he ran along her thigh, just barely dipping his fingers past the waist of her shorts before sliding them back down to her knee. She couldn't help but grin up at him, a thrill running through her body at the feeling of his large hand on her leg. He pressed a kiss to her lips, nipping at her bottom lip again but only for moment before trailing kisses down her jaw before reaching her neck. Every part of her felt electric as his hand trailed a bit higher, just barely grazing her stomach with the lightest touch. He was just barely teasing her as he started to suck and nibble on parts of her neck. It all made her head spin, the feather light touches and the attention on her neck.

“Gorgug.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

He stopped his assault on her neck, lifting himself up to look at her face. She doubted he could even see her, the interior of the van being pitch black below the windows.

“Yeah?” He asked, not moving as he waited on a response.

“I want,” she swallowed, her anxiety starting to form a lump in her throat, “I want to do more than just kiss.”

He was quiet for a moment, taking in what she said. Adaine wished she could see his face more clearly, wanting some kind of insight into what he was thinking.

“Are you sure?” He asked, his voice breathy.

“Yes. I want you.”

Her hand found his face, gently guiding him back to her lips. She wanted him to know how much she wanted it. So once he started kissing her again, she undid the button of her shorts and grabbed his hand, gently guiding it inside her shorts.

“I've wanted you since you kissed me at the party.” She muttered against his lips.

She didn't push his hand any farther, wanting to give him a chance to say no. Thankfully, Gorgug didn't say no. He instead pushed his hand further into her shorts, dragging his fingers through the arousal collected there. Adaine moaned as he started to trace circles around her clit. She reached out for the front of his jeans, undoing the button and zipper. His kissing turned sloppy as she ran her hands along his length, squeezing him through his boxers. She had expected him to be big, he was a big man, but was shocked by just how much of him there was.

“Fuck, Adaine,” he moaned as he started to rut against her hand, “I'm gonna take your shorts off, okay?”

“Okay.”

She pulled her hand away from him to help shed her shorts along with her underwear. He quickly kicked off his own along with his T-shirt, returning to his spot above her. She wasted no time wrapping her hand around his erection. She could just barely get her fingers all the way around it as she started stroking it, earning a moan from Gorgug. It was so close to her ear as he went back to marking her neck. His hand slid up her thigh again, teasing again before moving it back between her legs.

“Oh, fuck me.” She moaned as he slid two fingers inside of her.

“That's the plan.” He muttered before biting playfully at her ear lobe.

She laughed, somewhat distracted as he started pumping his fingers in and out of her slowly. He continued to kiss and bite all over her neck and collarbone as he fingered her, scissoring his fingers slightly as he did so. She knew he was prepping her, trying to make it so she could take him easier, while also hitting a spot that made her brain feel like it was melting.

Because he was Gorgug and he was kind and considerate and had a Very. Large. Penis.

“Where the fuck do you hide this thing?” She blurted, immediately regretting it.

“What?” Gorgug said, laughing.

“Nothing. Just kiss me.” She said quickly.

He laughed again before doing as she said, kissing her as he added a third finger inside her. Adaine's stroking on his dick became very erratic as he continued to finger her, making her head swim. It wasn't long until she had fully just released his penis and was mostly just gasping and moaning in his ear as she gripped his shoulders. He quickly added the fourth finger, making her feel so full already, yet it only added to her desire to have him inside of her.

“Oh fuck, Gorgug. I need you. I need you so badly.” She moaned as she felt herself close to orgasming.

The only way that Adaine could think to describe the noise that Gorgug made was a growl. It was such a deep, aggressive sound in the quiet of the forest that all the hairs on her arm stood straight up and her breath caught in her throat as she came on his fingers. He continued to finger her through her orgasm only stopping when her breathing returned to normal. As he pulled his fingers from her, she couldn't help the whine that escaped her lips at the sudden empty feeling.

“Don't worry, I'm just grabbing a condom real quick.” He said softly, running his thumb along her bottom lip before reaching down to try to find his pants.

Adaine quickly cast Mage Hand, turning the interior lights on. Now having the ability to see, he made quick work of finding his jeans, pulling a condom out of his wallet and opening it. Adaine watched intently as he slid the condom on and gave himself a few quick strokes. Gorgug's large frame blocked out most of the light but what she could see confirmed all of her suspicions. It was in fact a Very Large Penis and she was practically drooling over it as he lined himself up.

“Ready?” He asked, his voice husky.

“Ready.” She responded.

He very slowly pressed the tip in, the stretch of it making Adaine gasp. He had done such a thorough job prepping her but it was still not quite enough to prepare her for this part.

“Oh fuuuck.” She moaned, dragging out the last word as he pushed just a few inches in.

He paused to allow her to adjust, his hand holding her chin as he ran his thumb along her cheek. His touch was feather soft as he waited for her to relax.

She couldn't help but hyper fixate on how he was so strong compared to her, he really could do whatever he wanted and she'd just have to take it. It was thrilling to know he had this power over her yet he was still doing all he could to make her feel good. She couldn't help but wonder, though, what it would look like if he just…snapped. As if reading her thoughts, his grip on her chin tightened.

“It is so hard to control myself when you look at me like that.” He muttered, tilting her head up towards him.

“Like what?” She asked as he started kissing along her jawline.

“Like you want me to fuck you till you can't walk.” He whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

“I think you're projecting.” She said, teasingly.

“Oh, am I?” He said, pulling back so he was looking her in the eye.

“So I must have misheard when you said you wanted me.” He said, pushing further into her.

“And when you said you needed me. So. Badly.”

He punctuated each statement with a small thrust forward, filling Adaine more and more. While she wished she could remain stoic and keep up the banter, she was instead letting out a needy whine with each thrust. Adaine had never seen him like this, with such a dominant aura. She couldn't believe this was the same person who brought a tin flower to his first day of school, granted that person had also gotten in a fist fight that same day so maybe he'd always been like this.

“If that's the case,” He said, his voice just barely above a growl, “I'll just head home.”

He started to pull out of her ever so slowly until just the tip remained inside. Adaine whimpered at the loss of that stretched feeling. She threw her arms around his shoulders, preventing him from moving any further away from her.

“Please fuck me.” She said quietly, her voice nearly an octave higher than normal.

His pace was slow as he started to thrust back into her. Adaine had no control over her mouth as she started muttering nonsense in his ear while holding him tight to her. Random fragments “so big”, “so full” and “oh Gorgug” fell from her lips as he set a steady pace. Even in her fantasies Gorgug hadn't grunted and growled against her throat like this, his tusks grazing her neck. Paired with the repeated hitting of her g-spot, it was all making her completely fall apart . Everything he did to her just pushed her closer and closer to her second orgasm which made her cling even tighter to him. Gorgug seemed to not be faring much better. There was a light cracking noise above Adaine's head. Turning her eyes up she could see that the plastic interior of the door where he had braced his hand was cracking under his strong grip as he held off his own orgasm.

“Oh fuck.” She moaned as her orgasm hit her like a wave.

Gorgug let out a final growl as he buried himself in her, his own release following in quick succession of hers. Adaine laid there, just holding on to Gorgug as they caught their breaths, neither of them saying anything just yet. Gorgug's face was still against her neck, his warm breath tickling her.

“Are you okay?” Gorgug asked, breaking the silence as he sat up.

“Yeah, I'm okay.”

Adaine sat up as well, grabbing for her underwear and shorts as she did so. Sliding them on, she did a silent check of her body. She was a little sore but no major aches or pains. Gorgug quickly dressed before returning back to the driver's seat, the silence returning. Adaine's stomach dropped as he started nervously drumming on the steering wheel again, she had to say something to relieve this tension. Gorgug seemed to have the same idea, both of them speaking at the same time.

“Could I take you out tomorrow?”

“Do you want to spend the night?”

Chapter Text

Aelwyn's eyes popped open as the bunk bed underneath vibrated with a familiar energy. She didn't bother with the ladder and swung herself over the side of the bed, landing semi-gracefully on the bed underneath. There lay a trembling Adaine, her eyes open and glowing with the silvery magic of prophecy. Aelwyn grabbed the notebook that lay beside her bedside and started to write down the ramblings that escaped from her younger sister’s lips.

Aelwyn waited to see if any other prophecies would spring forth from her baby sister, but the Oracle fell silent. Her eyes continued to glow, but the tremors slowed as Aelwyn pulled the younger’s head into her lap and started to stroke her hair. Most of Adaine's prophecies didn't have vocal components, just images that she'd jot down in the morning and deal with, but every once in a while, one of importance would come through.

It would destroy her. Her eyes would be dull for days, haunted by the horrors of an unavoidable future, and she'd go mute, unable to do more than cry when she would open her mouth. The first time Aelwyn witnessed the aftermath of said prophecies, she nearly marched to Fallinel to demand they find a way to transfer the responsibility to someone else. It wasn't fair for a child to have to live through the traumas of others, just for said others to demand she find a way to fix their demise. Adaine had begged her to stop, saying that her ability was a blessing that had more than once been the very reason she was still standing and not buried in an unmarked grave somewhere.

It had taken quite a bit of convincing to persuade Aelwyn not to raise hell, but she had vowed to find a way to make it easier on her. So many months later, she had learned a few tricks. The first step was to write down the prophecy so Adaine didn't have to remember it when she woke up. Hence the journal that always stayed on her bedside table. The second was to ground her. Some form of physical contact so when she woke up she knew that she was no longer in the future. Aelwyn was particularly fond of stroking her hair, something she had not done since they were children. The third thing, which was the oracle's favorite part, was some sort of sweet treat the moment she opened her eyes. Adaine had developed a hell of a sweet tooth after joining the Photosynthekids and was very quickly distracted by any form of sugar.

So as her younger sister's eyes started to flutter open, she reached into the jean jacket hanging on the end of the bed and pulled out a freshly baked plate of cookies. Adaine looked up at her sister with panic in her eyes as she tried to get her bearings.

“Did you-”

“Yes, I wrote it down. Eat.” Aelwyn responded, shoving one of the cookies into her sister's mouth aggressively.

Adaine shot up in the bed, spitting out half the cookie in a desperate attempt to not choke on it.

“Jesus, Aelwyn,” Adaine cursed, her mouth full, “Are you trying to kill me?”

Aelwyn grinned as she initiated the final step: Mercilessly harassing her dear sister.

“Yes, death by baked goods. Open up!” She shouted, attempting to shove another cookie into Adaine’s mouth.

Adaine squealed as she fought off her older sister’s attack, knocking the cookie out of her hand. The two ended up rolling off the bed and onto the floor in a pile of cookies and giggling elves. Their laughter was briefly interrupted by Jawbone bursting in the door with a bat in hand. Once he confirmed the two were not in danger, he grabbed the cookie offered to him and retreated to bed with a smirk as the sisters started giggling once more.

Adaine was okay and probably would have been okay with or without Aelwyn there. She was far more resilient than anyone she had ever known. If anyone could handle the job of Oracle, it was Adaine Abernant but just to ease the slightest bit of her sister's suffering… Well, it was Aelwyn's favorite part of being her older sister.

“Not only will I be expecting a refund but I will be expecting my order to be delivered to my door by eight a.m. tomorrow morning. This has been unacceptable service, and if it is not rectified, you will be hearing from me again, but this time it will be in person with a sword shoved so far up your ass you taste steel!” Fabian shouted into his crystal before tossing it in frustration.

Sliding over in the bed, Mazey wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and hugged him from behind as anger rolled off of him in waves. His breathing started to slow as she squeezed him, his ire lessened by the comforting touch of his girlfriend.

“Babe?” She said, leaning her chin on his shoulder once the tension left his body.

“I ordered a bouquet for Cathilda and they sent them to the wrong address. Now I have nothing to give her for Mother's Day.” He said as he leaned back into her embrace.

His voice cracked on the last part. It was obvious to almost everyone that Cathilda was more of a mother to Fabian than Hallariel ever was, especially Mazey who had practically moved in over the summer. Hallariel seemed preoccupied as she and Gilear prepared for the arrival of their child. She was seldom home between doctor's appointments, shopping trips, and spa treatments to “manage her stress.” Mazey was no stranger to absentee parents; hers were almost always busy with work or traveling, but Hallariel had a remarkable ability to be physically present and nothing else. Mazey’s parents at least acknowledged their absence and made efforts to check in with her. Cathilda, on the other hand, was hyper-present.

Even in moments when it was not exactly welcome, she was aware of what was going on with Fabian. A particularly traumatizing example was the day Fabian and her had gotten a little too drunk and had unprotected sex. They were normally safe, but that day had been a celebration of Mazey getting accepted into a world-class dance program, and a very expensive bottle of champagne had been shared before the two of them had started ripping each other's clothes off. Of course, once Mazey had sobered up, she had panicked and snuck out of the bedroom to go run to the pharmacy at five in the morning while Fabian slept soundly. She hadn't made it to the bottom of the stairs when Cathilda appeared from the shadows with a grocery bag in hand and a smile.

“It may surprise you but I was young once and made a mistake or two in my time.” She had said as she handed Mazey the bag.

Inside the bag had been some ibuprofen, a couple of bottles of ginger ale, and a box of the morning-after pill. Mazey had felt beyond embarrassed as she said thank you and trudged back up to Fabian’s room with her face burning.

It was moments like those that made it obvious why Fabian was so upset that his gift had fallen through. The woman was a saint who deserved the world.

“Okay, let's think this through. It's only nine so we have time to come up with something.” Mazey said as she rubbed the shirtless shoulders of her boyfriend.

After a few hours, Cathilda entered the kitchen to find the couple (mostly Mazey) had made a large brunch spread and picked a gorgeous bouquet (mostly Fabian) from the garden. She pulled them both into a tight hug and kissed every inch of their faces as they told her Happy Mother's Day and presented her with a card written in Fabian's beautiful calligraphy. It wasn't the bouquet of (way too fucking) expensive flowers that Fabian had hoped to give her but the smile on her face let him know that she loved it all the same. Well, and the fact that she kept crying and telling him that she loved it so much.

Gorgug wanted to disappear. If his hands weren't currently handcuffed behind his body, he would cast the jump spell and jump into the lake they were currently staring at as he waited on his parents.

“It's not a big deal, you know. It's not like we're going to jail or anything.” Mary Ann said monotonously after Gorgug sighed for the 800th time.

“I know, it's just…” Gorgug grumbled.

“You didn't finish your sentence.” She said as she adjusted her arms.

They were both currently handcuffed and sat on a curb next to the Hangvan as a police officer stared at them. Gorgug was aware that he probably would've gotten away with just a warning had he been cooperative but it'd be a cold day in hell when he let a cop have an easy interaction with him.

“It's just not how I expected you to meet my parents for the first time.” He said as he saw headlights approaching.

“Well, that's what happens when you try to have sex in public places, kid. You're lucky it was me who caught you and not some sicko.” The cop said, crossing his arms at the two of them.

“How do we know you're not the sicko? You said you park here cause teenagers use it as a hook-up spot. That's weird.” Mary Ann retorted, kicking a pebble on the ground.

“Sounds like sicko behavior to me,” Gorgug responded, trying to hide his grin at the officer's obvious discomfort.

Mary Ann's blunt delivery made it feel like even more of an attack. She was just stating what she saw, and it was weird, which made the officer squirm. His parents parked across the street and the two gnomes exited. He wished the officer had just let them go home, but he had insisted that their parents had to come pick them up, and he could return for the van in the morning.

“Is everything okay, bud? Why are you in handcuffs?” Wilma asked as they ran across the street.

The officer cleared his throat and stepped forward, blocking his parents from getting to him. They looked at the officer in bewilderment as he put his hands out to stop them.

“Your son here was publicly indecent, ma’am. I found him and his girlfriend here going at it in the van.” He answered.

He looked so proud of himself as he said this to Gorgug's parents. They looked at each other in confusion before looking at the two teenagers sitting on the curb. Gorgug suppressed the urge to cuss the guy out even knowing full well that if things got violent that he and Mary Ann could kick his ass even with their hands tied. He had been nothing but condescending and disrespectful to both him and Mary Ann the entire time and seemed to get a kick out of handcuffing the two teenagers.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Thistlespring.” Mary Ann said, nodding her chin at them.

Their faces lit up in a smile as they waved at her. The two were practically jumping for joy as they stepped around the cop.

“Hi! You must be Mary Ann. It is so nice to finally meet you. Will you two excuse us as we have a chat with the nice police officer for a moment?” Digby asked as he pointed at the smug police officer.

She nodded before they turned back to the officer and beckoned him to follow them. Gorgug watched, confused, as the three of them took a couple of steps away and started talking.

“Your parents seem nice.”

“Yeah,” Gorgug responded, “They're honestly really great.”

Gorgug watched as something happened that he had never seen before, Wilma and Digby got MAD. He couldn't quite hear what they were saying but his parents’ expressions suddenly turned angry as they started to lay into the cop. He looked startled by the two angry gnomes and put his hands up in surprise. He grabbed his keys from his belt as he quickly shuffled back to the two in custody.

“I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience. Please be safe and have a lovely rest of your night.” He said, sounding scared as he undid the cuffs.

“Name and badge number, asshat,” Gorgug demanded.

“Officer Smitty. 28717. Again I apologize for any, uh, discomfort I may have caused you.” He said before bee-lining to his car and peeling out of there.

Gorgug looked to his parents who were shaking their heads at the fleeing cop. He had never seen them look so pissed off before. They made their way back over to the pair. Gorgug considered asking what they had said to the guy but chose to stay quiet. He had never heard them say a harsh word to anyone and kind of preferred that it stay that way.

“I did not care for that man's attitude whatsoever. Are you two kiddos okay?” Digby asked as they got up from the curb.

“Yeah, we're okay.” Mary Ann answered as she dusted herself off.

“You guys were being safe, correct?” Wilma asked as she looked over the two of them.

“Yes, Mom,” Gorgug groaned, “We're gonna go now!”

Placing his hands on Mary Ann's shoulder, he started to steer her back towards the van. She turned to wave goodbye as he did.

“It was nice to meet you.”

“You too, dear! Why don't you come over for dinner tonight?”

“Okay. I'll be there after Gorgug and I have sex in the van.”

“Ahh! Bye guys!” Gorgug shouted as he practically shoved Mary Ann inside the Hangvan and jumped in after her.

Pulling his hood over his head, he pulled the drawstrings tight and slid down in the seat. He had thought he wanted to disappear before but now he really wished he could. Mary Ann let out a single snort at his reaction before pulling out her quoki pet from her backpack.

“Are they gone?” Gorgug asked, not willing to look out the window for fear of making eye contact with his parents.

“Yeah. So are we gonna have sex?” Mary Ann asked, not looking up.

“...yeah.”

“I’ll give you a hundred gold pieces if you don't shoot me!” Fabian shouted with his hands up in the air.

Riz hesitated, the gun pointed at the center of the bard's chest. It would be easy to just pull the trigger; he wasn't particularly motivated by money, but the desperation in his friend's voice gave him pause. He decided to play along, hear him out.

“Why would I do that Fabian? I have you exactly where I want you,” he said, steadying the gun, “Isn't this what you guys wanted? To isolate me so you'd have a chance.”

Fabian took a step forward, his hands still up and his weapon dropped to the ground.

“Of course not, The Ball. We're all friends here and we never wanted to single you out. Why don't you put the gun down and we talk about this?” Fabian said slowly creeping forward.

Riz continued to hesitate but did not lower his weapon. They had all demanded he go on his own, that it was unfair to the rest of them if he joined anyone yet here Fabian was, asking for mercy.

“It's too late for that Fabian. You all made your beds.”

Before Riz could pull the trigger, Kristen popped up from over a wall just a few feet behind Fabian and fired her weapon. Riz quickly jumped out of the way, leaving Fabian to stand there with a glowing vest.

“Kristen, you shot ME!” Fabian shouted, picking up the Lazer gun off the floor as Riz disappeared into the shadows.

“Sorry!” She shouted back just as her vest started to light up.

“Every man for himself!” Fig shouted, blasting Fabian the moment his vest reset.

Chaos erupted as the rest of the Bad Kids desperately fired around the room, attempting and failing to ever hit the rogue and earning a shot to the vest with each attempt. Adaine was the only one to get a shot on him as her divinatory magic gave her a glimpse of where the rogue would be but all it did was inspire the rogue to come back twice as ruthless.

Twenty minutes of the Photosynthekids being annihilated by Riz Gukgak quickly passed and they all trudged out of the room, defeated. Aside from Fig, who threw her arm around the rogue and whooped in celebration of their first and second placings.

“So, anyone up for round two?” Riz asked with a shit-eating grin, earning a chorus of groans from the others.

“Okay, I'm trying not to be a total diva right now but Gorgug, what the fuck are you wearing?” Fig asked as she blocked the door to the Hangvan.

“Uh, clothes? This is what I always wear.” He said, gesturing to the hoodie and jean combo he wore almost every day.

Fig was all for going against societal norms, wearing whatever the fuck you want whenever the fuck you want but she could not allow him to go up on stage in his normal grease-stained apparel.

“It's Halloween, man! I'm gonna look ridiculous if I'm all sexy zombie and you're just normal sexy Gorgug. At least let me just put like fake blood all over you or something.”

She gestured at her torn-up clothes and paint-covered face as she made her point. She had spent an absurd amount of time putting gray body paint all over her face and arms, as well as nearly poking her eye out, putting in all-white contacts.

“Sexy Gorgug?” He said, raising an eyebrow at her.

“You know the fans are all thirsty for you. So will you please put on some sort of costume?”

“Okay, fine. I have…something that should work. ” He answered hesitantly before heading back into his house.

Fig followed, wanting to say hi to the Thistlesprings before heading to the Black Pit. Upon entering the house she could see they were gearing up for a party. Every inch of the house was covered in some ghoul, ghost, or pumpkin-themed decoration, and several bowls of candy and punch were on the dining room table. As Fig helped herself to a piece of candy, two of the most adorable mad scientists walked into the dining room.

“Oh, you look so scary, Fig!” Wilma exclaimed as she spotted her.

Fig snapped her teeth at the two of them, laughing as they pretended to be scared. They wore matching lab coats covered in mystery stains and white wigs that made it look like they had been electrocuted.

“I hope you guys have a fun time at your concert tonight,” Digby said as he tossed Fig a couple of extra pieces of candy.

“Thanks. I'll make sure to get Ayda to record it for you guys.”

Just as Fig started to shove the loose pieces of candy into her pockets, Gorgug came bounding down the stairs wearing the same costume as his parents. Fig rushed to take a photo of his parents as he started out the door.

“Wait! This is too cute, I want a photo of all of you!” Fig shouted as she ran after him.

“Nope!” He shouted back, hopping into the van.

Fig pouted but climbed into the passenger side as he started the car. Gorgug rarely shared her excitement about wardrobe so she chose to accept the victory of getting him into a Halloween costume.

“Fine but can you at least take a selfie with me for our socials?”

He nodded, letting her take a photo despite his obvious embarrassment of the silly family costume. She couldn't help but grin as the comments about the unintentional matching of the mad scientist and his undead creation started to flood the comments. Just as she went to put her crystal away, a text message came in. It was a photo from Wilma. Fig figured it must have been from when they bought the costumes as the living room was not covered in Halloween decorations but there stood the three Thistlesprings in matching mad scientist costumes. Gorgug's smile was uncomfortable as his parents beamed at the corny little outfits.

“Thank you.” She said as they pulled up to the club.

“For what?”

“Nothing.” She said before hopping out of the car just as the group chat started to light up with texts.

“Okay, Kristen. Just take a deep breath and start whenever you feel ready.” Jawbone said as he clicked his seatbelt.

Kristen nodded, her hands gripping the steering wheel so hard they were white. Jawbone chuckled as the cleric didn't move a muscle and just stared at the windshield, not breathing.

“You have to actually take a breath, Kristen.” Adaine chimed from the backseat.

“Right.”

Kristen took a long deep breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth. Okay, now she just needed to go through her checklist and turn the key. Easy. Simple.

Fig, Fabian, Riz, and Gorgug already knew how to drive so that just left her and Adaine. (Well, Fig knew how to drive if you ignored all laws, but that was neither here nor there.) Jawbone had offered to teach her numerous times but, like all things, Kristen had procrastinated taking him up on the offer until now.

The car sputtered for a moment but wouldn't turn over. Kristen looked to Jawbone, unsure of how she had already fucked it up.

“Uh, try it one more time,” Jawbone said, looking confused.

Kristen tried again but the car refused to start.

“Damn it. The battery’s dead. Hey, Adaine, you think you could uh…”

“I'll see what I can do.” She said before opening the door.

Kristen popped the hood as Adaine came around the car. Letting out a sigh, she flopped back in the seat as the elf took a look at the engine. Leave it to Kristen to break the car the first time she ever tried to drive it.

“I probably shouldn't have ignored that battery light.” Jawbone joked as he cranked the window down.

“Yeah, I hear putting things off isn't a great strategy for dealing with them.” Kristen retorted, laughing.

She could see just the slightest glimpse of Adaine's magic from around the hood. Kristen wasn't sure what exactly she was attempting to do but chose to just let the wizard try.

“Okay, try it now!” Adaine hollered.

Kristen turned the key again. Still dead.

“Let me try one more thing!” Adaine shouted again.

Kristen cranked her window down as Adaine started to cast another spell in an attempt to cool the car down a bit. Just as she leaned back in the seat again, a terrible cracking noise came from the engine and Jawbone and Kristen's doors were flung open.

“Get out of the car!” Adaine shouted, jogging backward from the car just as black smoke started to pour out of the vehicle.

Jawbone and Kristen made a mad dash out of the vehicle, covering their heads as another loud cracking noise ripped from the engine. Kristen felt heat on her back as they retreated. Once a safe distance away, the three turned back to the car which was now fully engulfed in flames.

“What the hell did you do?” Kristen asked as she checked to make sure Adaine wasn't hurt.

“Well, mending didn't work so I thought I'd just do a little controlled lightning and charge the battery…”

“Well… anyone else craving s'mores?” Jawbone asked.

The girls laughed as the sound of sirens started in the distance.

Chapter Text

A black screen lights up with a familiar satyr in a mask. The background has changed from the last login. No longer on the floor, the petite satyr sits in a pink gaming chair with her legs open to the camera. She is wearing a lacy black bra made of see-through mesh and no bottoms, exposing herself to the viewers as they quickly start to join the stream.

“Hi, guys! Welcome to another episode of Get Down or Let Down! For those who are tuning in for the first time: This is the show where I try to get off while reading user-submitted stories, and you, the viewers, vote whether it's hot enough to get down to or is a major letdown. If you have some spicy stories, click the link in my profile to anonymously submit them for a chance to have me read them.” She says brightly.

She adjusts herself in the chair as a tablet is handed to her by someone off-screen.

“I want to thank you all for your patience last week when I had to cancel the stream. For those that don't know, I just moved, and with that move came a new setup and a new toy from user Jemmind33znutz. I'm super excited about this one!” She says with a little clap.

Swinging her legs over the arms of the chair, she slid down so she was lying across the seat just as a machine was wheeled into view. Attached to the machine was a metal pole with a purple dildo of about 9 inches in length. Someone off-screen adjusts the machine so that it lines up with the satyr’s vagina. The chat started to flood with gifts as everyone realized what the machine was.

“This is the Toxic Ex-Boyfriend 2.0! I have had this on my wishlist for so long, and now, thanks to Jemmind33znutz, I have it! Send them some love in the chat and if you want to grant me something from my wishlist, click the link in my bio!”

Propping the tablet on her arm, she started to read the story as a set of blue hands could be seen hitting an on switch and then disappearing. The machine started to slowly thrust the dildo in and out of the satyr, who moaned loudly in response.

“Fuck! Okay, let's start. Ooh, this one has a title: Playing With Fire.”

“I have a dirty little secret. This past year, my friend and I mean friend like he's probably in my top three favorite people in the entire world, has been working on something for battles that utilize the Absorb Elements spell, and I offered to help cause I'm pretty good with fire. So during this time, my girlfriend had been out of town for a while, so I've been a bit lonely recently.”

The satyr grinned.

“Ooh. Now, we all know cheating is wrong, but goddamn, is it hot to fantasize about.”

“I guess I had been REALLY lonely 'cause every time we sparred, I'd find myself just fixating on something about him. One day, his contraption fucked up and exploded, and his first instinct was to shove me out of the way and tank the burnt of it even though I'm immune to fire. I mean, how could you not swoon a little when a guy gets all selfless like that? Another time, his hands got burned, and while I was healing them, I just noticed how BIG they were. I couldn't stop thinking about all the parts of me that would fit in his hand or the parts of me that his hand would fit IN. I, of course, never said a goddamn word to him or anyone about it because then I'd have to admit that I was not actually doing okay without my girlfriend. She permitted me to explore physical relationships while she was away since it'd be a long time between seeing each other but I felt like I was being weak if I did. Like sex isn't a need, right? People live their whole lives without having sex; I could wait a year or so, I thought.”

The satyr giggled at that part.

“Oh, I'm a dirty little whore compared to this girl. I can't go a week without someone or something fucking my brains out, let alone a year.”

She glanced up at the person behind the camera, laughing at something said too quietly for the microphone to hear.

“My assistant said it's more like two days before I start humping her leg like a dog. Which is not true, by the way. I just walk around naked and she bends me over whatever surface is closest.” She said, sticking her tongue out at the mystery person.

Glancing up at the screen, she started to laugh as the chat started to beg for a reveal.

“No, my assistant will not be joining me on camera. She is currently manning the TXB2, so in a way you ARE watching her fuck me. Anyway, back to the story.”

“Well, one day, I am hyper-fixating on the way his grin is adorably lopsided when we have a breakthrough. His thing successfully captures my fire, stores it, and releases it back at me about five times in a row without fail. We had never gotten it to do it successfully more than twice in a row in the two weeks we'd been working on it, so we're fucking thrilled. He's got this big grin on his face, and we're cheering, and I, like an idiot, just leap into his arms and plant one right on his mouth. So he freezes, and we're both just staring at each other in shock cause I don't know why I did that any more than he does, and normally I'd just fucking run away and act like it didn't happen, but he has his arms around my waist and isn't letting go. So I'm just hovering above the ground (the guy is a whole foot taller than me. I'm not short, above average really, but he's just THAT tall).”

The satyr bites her lip and takes a deep breath. A whine escapes as she exhales, the pleasure from the dildo thrusting in and out of her building slowly.

“Mmm. I love tall guys. I swear to God, the tall skinny guys always have fucking monster-sized penises. Thoughts so far on the story?”

She watches the chat for a moment, laughing as she reads the comments.

“No, I agree, guys. The girl just needs to get it out of her system. Climb that tree!”

“He’s just staring at me with his eyes wide open, not saying anything and not putting me down and I'm sure I looked like a deer in headlights. So I did something stupid, and I couldn't run away, so I decided to do the next dumbest thing: double down. I fucking throw my arms around his neck and just fucking kiss him again. I kept trying to convince myself that I had no other option, but I think I just wanted to kiss him. For some unknown reason, he kissed me back. I don't know what possessed him to. He was single at the time so maybe he was feeling that same loneliness. Either way, it starts heating up, literally. His fucking device starts to malfunction, and while it doesn't bother me, it's literally burning him, but does he stop? No! He continues to just kiss me while receiving fucking third-degree burns for a full THIRTY SECONDS. Like, are you for real? Eventually, he can't fucking tough it out anymore and drops me straight on my ass because he's ON FIRE.”

She starts laughing as the off-camera person comments, still too quiet for the microphone to catch.

“My assistant says ‘Not the worst kind of burning you can get with sex.’ She's awful, isn't she? This story is honestly super cute and funny but I want some spice!”

“So I help put the fucking fire out, heal him, and decide that's my sign from the universe to fucking run for it, so I turn to run, and the jackass GRABS me. He's not a jackass, he's a fucking sweetheart and deserves good things in life but in that moment, he was a jackass. ‘Why’d you kiss me if you're just gonna run away?’ he says with his fucking strong arms around me. I tell him it's kind of my signature move and he laughs. Okay, we're laughing now, things don't have to be weird, right? We can move on and just go back to normal, except that he's holding me around the waist, and I can feel his big hands on my back, and he's smiling at me with that goofy grin, and God, I'm fucking horny, so I fucking do it AGAIN. I kiss him, and this time I've gotta fucking commit to the bit, so I shove him towards this fucking tool shed in his backyard.”

“Fuck yeah!” The assistant hollers before the satyr starts laughing.

“The problem now is that it's fucking locked with a padlock. I’m about to ask if he has a key and he, without looking, reaches behind him and just breaks the fucking padlock off. Hot. Then he pulls me into the shed, closes the door, and presses me up against it. Also hot. My legs are jello at this point so he just lifts me by my thighs and keeps kissing me while carrying me. He starts kissing my neck and oh shit!”

While the satyr was distracted reading the story, the assistant turned up the machine again. The chat starts to fill with praise for the assistant as the satyr takes a moment to recover from the increase in speed.

“Unfair! I wasn't ready.”

“It's called the TOXIC Ex-Boyfriend, babe.” The assistant says in a sing-song tone.

“I hate you. Oh, fuck me. Okay, where was I?”

She glanced down at the tablet, taking a moment to find her place as she started to pant slightly.

“He starts kissing my neck and I wrap my legs around him so his hands start grabbing my ass. Then he starts talking in my ear in this low voice and I'm suddenly a waterfall. ‘Tell me how you want it’ he fucking growls directly in my ear.”

“Son of a bitch,” The satyr moans, screwing her eyes shut. “This is only the second setting?”

She groaned as the assistant confirmed that it was speed 2 of 4.

“Hopefully I can make it to four.”

“Um…okay growls directly in my ear. So I answer honestly. ‘Fuck me like you don't care about me’ He just looks at me for a moment, probably startled, but the way I see it, I'm already going after a fantasy might as well kill two birds with one stone and ask to fulfill a second. I'm about to tell him, never mind, but he says okay and asks me for a safe word. I pick one, and he starts kissing me again, but this time,e, it is so aggressive. My lips were swollen for a whole day after that. If I was a waterfall before, I'm Niagara Falls now.”

The satyr pauses, biting her lip as she fights back a moan. The TXB2 is continuing its rapid pace, drawing her orgasm near.

“Fuck. Meanwhile, he is, with one hand, grabbing a condom out of his wallet and pulling his fucking dick out cause his other hand is still holding me up against the door. He asks me if I'm sure again and I tell him to just fuck me already. Well, HE DID and he did it EXACTLY how I asked. I swear to God I saw stars as he shoved this massive dick inside me, literally just pulled my fucking underwear to the side and slid it in. He pauses for like half a second; I haven't even exhaled from the fucking gasp I did from insertion, and then he just starts thrusting. I forgot how to speak Common. I forgot my name. He was relentless and I was on cloud fucking nine. I'm just clinging onto him for dear life as I just babble nonsense at him.”

“It’s such a stupid ahhh…” She trails off as she clamps a hand over her mouth.

“Fuck. Okay, it's such a stupid move to fuck your best friend but goddamn does that man know how to unravel a woman. I, fuck… I can't think about how lonely I've been or how long it's been since someone's fucked me like this, all I can think about is how fucking good I feel right this moment. He's taking me apart piece by piece, and still, he checks in and asks if I'm doing okay. ‘Harder, fuck me harder’ is all I say back. So he sets me on the ground, turns me around, and bends me over this fucking toolbox, and, again, does EXACTLY as I ask. HOLY SHIT!”

The satyr interrupts herself as the speed is once again increased. Her brow is furrowed as she fails to contain the whines being pulled from her by the intense speed of the TXB2.

“Oh Gods, I don't know if I can ahh…. Fuck this machine is amazing,” she says, out of breath, “Okay. Okay, I got this.”

“Exactly as I ask… I have to cover my mouth cause, at this point, I'm just shouting. Thank God he doesn't speak Infernal because if he had understood the ridiculous things that I was saying, I'd never live it down. I think at one point I said I could die happily with his dick… It makes more sense in Infernal, I swear. And uh…”

“Fuck! Fuck, I'm right fucking there! Hnnngh.”

The satyr bites the side of her thumb as she pauses her reading again. Her orgasm threatens to overtake her as the machine continues to fuck her at a brutal pace. Her eyes close for a moment before popping back open and taking a sharp breath in.

“Turn it up… Motherfucker. Okay. Uhh… “

The assistant does as she's told, making the satyr’s face contort in ecstasy before shaking it off and continuing to read. The machine’s pace is quick and unrelenting, almost a blur as it thrusts the dildo in and out of the petite satyr.

“And I cum. Like full seeing stars and collapsing onto the goddamn toolbox. He finally fucking slows down and is like rubbing my back with those big fucking hands. I feel like the cold metal of the toolbox is the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. I just melt into him as he buries himself inside me and finishes, biting at my neck and ear. And GOD he growls directly in my ear one last time. I almost came again just from that.”

“Ah, ah, ah! Yes, fuck!” The satyr shouts as she finally loses the fight against her orgasm.

Her hands grip the arms of the chair in an attempt to brace herself. The tablet slides to the floor and the last few sentences of the story are forgotten. The chat doesn't seem to mind, sending dozens upon dozens of gifts as the satyr is reduced to a crying mess as the machine fucks her through and past her orgasm.

“Th-thank you for tuning in! Fucking fuck! See you next time guys! Ah, baby, it's too much!”

A sinister chuckle can be heard from off-screen before the screen fades to black.

Chapter Text

“Riz, what time were you born?” Kristen called from the living room of Mordred Manor.

Riz looked up from the dining room table, where he and Adaine were studying, wearing a confused expression. He had been under the impression that Kristen was also studying in the living room but he didn't see how what time he was born had anything to do with her cleric classes.

“Uh, I think it was sometime in the morning,” he answered, leaning back in his chair to get a better look at the cleric in the living room. “Why?”

Kristen clicked her tongue in frustration as she looked out her crystal, not answering his question.

“I'll ask your mom. I need an exact time.”

“My mom's in court right now. Why do you need to know?” Riz asked.

“She’s doing our birth charts. Don’t you have your birth certificate in your briefcase?” Fig shouted, peeking her head around the corner from her spot on the floor.

Adaine set her book down, giving up on her homework, and shouted back, “Have you done mine yet?”

“No, I just did Fig’s,” Kristen replied, “Gorgug just texted his parents for his info, but if you know yours, I'll do it now.”

Riz grabbed his briefcase and started to search for his copy of his birth certificate as Adaine stood up and leaned against the door frame and tapped her pencil against her chin. He had tried to convince his mother that his briefcase of holding was a perfectly safe place for the original but she would have none of it. She'd seen enough bags of holding sit in evidence for upwards of a decade to trust that he wouldn't lose it so they had compromised on copies of his important documents instead.

“July 1st in Filmalian, Fallinel at 8:22 p.m.” She answered.

“Filet mignon?” Gorgug asked from behind his crystal.

The half-orc was currently upside down on the couch with his long legs resting up the wall and his head grazing the floor. He claimed it helped him think.

“Fill-may-lee-anne,” Adaine repeated, enunciating each syllable, “It's a city on the east coast of Fallinel.”

“Was Aelwyn also born in Filet Mignon or some other beef-based city?” Gorgug teased with a big grin on his face.

Adaine tossed the pencil at him, laughing as it hit him in the mouth and clattered to the floor.

“Ow!” Gorgug cried out, flinging the pencil back.

Being upside down threw off his aim, the pencil sailing past her legs and landing in the dining room as she continued to laugh. Riz picked it up as he made his way into the living room and set his birth certificate in front of Kristen.

“There you go, Madame President.”

He sat down next to her, watching as she punched Adaine's information into the website.

“Thank you, Mr. Vice President. I'll get yours next.” She replied, shooting him a toothy smile.

A pillow took off flying in the direction of the laughing high-elf, who just barely dodged out of the way, much to the barbificer’s dismay. A glowing blue hand appeared to grab the pillow and hurl it back at Gorgug, who snatched it out of the air before springing up from the couch and chasing the laughing Adaine through the manor. It was only when he seemed to catch her that her tune changed.

“Wait, no! I'm sorry! It was a joke!” She squealed as Kristen tried to read through her natal chart.

“Gemini rising, huh. Did not see that one coming. Sagittarius moon checks out though.”

“The fuck does any of that mean?” Fabian exclaimed, plopping down on the floor behind Kristen.

“Well, you're rising is people's first impressions of you, kind of the vibe you give off, and your moon is your internal emotions,” Fig answered, laying her head on Riz’s lap as Fabian peered over Kristen's shoulder.

“So our personalities are just entirely decided by the alignment of the fucking planets when we're born? I don't buy it.” Fabian huffed, while still reading Adaine's chart intensely.

“I'll bet 20 silver he's a Leo rising.” Kristen snorted as she sent the chart to Adaine.

“What's my moon?” Adaine shouted as Gorgug carried her over his shoulder in victory.

“Sagittarius,” Fabian answered as she slid down to sit next to Kristen on the floor.

“Oh neat. Who's next?” She asked, resting her head on Kristen's shoulder.

“Rizabeth!” Fig answered, grinning up at the goblin.

Riz put his face in his hands, groaning at the nickname that refused to die. Thanks, Ms. Shadow.

“My birth certificate is literally right there and it says Riz Simon Gukgak.”

“Oh, THIS birth certificate?” Fig asked, holding up a now enchanted piece of paper.

“Rizabeth “The Ball” Gukgak. Very funny.” He said, dryly.

“Simon's a good middle name. Better than Herman.” Gorgug offered.

“YOUR MIDDLE NAME IS HERMAN?!” Fig shouted, shooting up from her spot in Riz's lap.

Now up on her knees, she grabbed her drummer by the shoulder and shook him in excitement as he revealed the new piece of lore. The others turned to him as well, ready to start mocking him relentlessly.

“Yeah…didn't I tell you guys that?” He answered, startled.

“No!” They shouted in unison.

“Oh…well, yeah, after my great grandpa. I guess he was the only one who supported my parents adopting me but he died not long after I was born.”

They all shifted uncomfortably, unable to muster the courage to tease him after that tidbit of information.

“It's a good middle name too,” Riz answered, patting him on the arm.

“Riz, you're a fucking double Virgo! Fucking rising and moon with a Scorpio sun.” Kristen exclaimed, changing the subject.

Fig whistled as she peeked at the screen. Riz had no idea what any of that really meant but figured he'd read the little report it made on the website.

“Well, that explains a lot, you neurotic sociopath.” Fabian teased, nudging him playfully.

From the brief bit he could see on Kristen's crystal, it meant he was really organized and detail-oriented. That seemed like a good thing to him.

“Oh, my parents answered. I was born at 11:50 p.m.,” Gorgug interjected, peeking down at his crystal.

“Alright. Elmville at 11:50 on October 17th.” Kristen muttered as she typed.

Everyone leaned in, watching as the website loaded in the chart. While several of them were not necessarily believers, it was easy to get swept into it for a few minutes. Riz started scanning through the PDF Kristen sent him as Gorgug's results loaded.

“Okay so Libra sun, we knew that. Oh, Capricorn rising, interesting, and Aquarius moon. An intellectual, as we all knew.” Kristen said, absentmindedly patting Gorgug's face as she read.

It was meant to be a compliment but Gorgug was too focused on keeping his mouth closed so Kristen's fingers didn't end up in his mouth to respond. Riz chuckled as he read over his Venus sign and how he might tend to be “sexually selfish” with his Venus in Aries.

“What's so funny?” Fig asked, resuming her usage of Riz's lap as a pillow.

He highlighted the section and handed her the crystal. As she read, a goofy grin spread across her face. The others were reading over Gorgug's supposed traits and debating which ones were accurate.

“Yep, I'd say it's entirely selfish of you not to be slinging that dong all across Elmville.” She said, breaking out in giggles at Riz's horrified expression.

“Slinging my dong?” He asked in horror.

He quickly snatched the phone from her, shaking his head as her giggle turned into full bellows of laughter.

“Do we even wanna know?” Adaine asked, cocking an eyebrow at the two of them.

“Fig's just being Fig. Speaking of, what was yours?” Riz said, trying to distract the tiefling from her terrible joke.

“Oh, Leo sun, Gemini rising, and Cancer moon.”

“Oh, twin risings!” Adaine exclaimed.

Fig's hand came up and high-fived the high elf, nearly knocking the crystal from the cleric's hand in the process.

“We're just gonna breeze past the fact that Riz was talking about slinging his dong?” Fabian asked, looking at the others.

“Yes. Do Fabian's chart.”

“Uh, how specific does my birthplace have to be? Because the Celestine sea is kind of a lot.”

“I thought you said you were born at home.” Kristen protested.

He nodded, flippantly waving his hand in the direction of the sea.

“Yeah, I was born on the Hangman before my dad parked it on land. I think it was just off the coast of Bastion City, though. Is that close enough?”

Kristen shrugged, punching Bastion City in as the location anyway.

“Surprise, surprise Leo rising. Aw and a Pisces moon. Big softy.” Adaine grinned, poking Fabian's cheek playfully.

He lightly swatted her hand away, feigning annoyance.

“This is all just a bunch of pseudo-science anyway… You're gonna send me the full chart, right?”

She nodded, already downloading the PDF to send to him.

“So just yours left?” Riz asked Kristen.

“Oh, I already know mine! Tracker was really into astrology,” She answered, setting the crystal down on her lap.

“I'm a Gemini sun and Aquarius Moon….What the fuck was my rising?” She muttered, picking the crystal back up.

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” Gorgug cried out, covering his eyes as Kristen went scrolling through her texts from Tracker.

“That's entirely your own fault, Gorgug.” Adaine laughed, having looked away the second she saw the werewolf's name.

“We were ALL looking at her phone!” He shot back, smacking the pillow at the back of Adaine's head.

His aim failing him for the second time that day, his arm came thudding into the back of Fabian's head.

“Ow!” Fabian shouted before snatching the pillow and going after Gorgug with it.

Adaine swiftly rolled out of the way to grab two of the remaining throw pillows and toss one to Fig. With a silent nod, the tiefling lunged into action and started wailing on Gorgug alongside her stepbrother and adopted sister. Riz scrambled out of the way, pulling Kristen along with him.

“Found it,” Kristen shouted excitedly, “Libra rising! Wait, why are we beating up Gorgug?”

“I don't know!” Gorgug cried out, failing to defend himself against the onslaught of pillows, “Help!”

Despite his cries for help, Gorgug's face was broken out in a big grin as well as the others in the room. Kristen wasted no time and quickly threw herself over the much larger member of her party, partially blocking the attacks.

“I'll protect you!”

“Dog-pile!” Fig shouted.

In a chaotic mess of limbs and pillows, the Bad Kids all joined into the pile. Riz very carefully plopped directly on top of the pile, knowing that anywhere near the bottom would leave him unable to breathe.

“Why?” Gorgug groaned, unable to move under the mountain of his friends.

The others burst into giggles on top of him, ignoring the question.

Chapter Text

“Riz, what the fuck?”

Fabian wouldn't budge from the door as the goblin stood in the way with the bags of candy he was asked to bring. His voice was loud as he questioned the rogue, obviously upset about something. It was an odd picture, Riz had to admit, Fabian dressed up as a 1920s gangster with a modern-day crystal in his hand.

“What? I got the full-sized bars like you asked!” Riz shot back, lifting up the bags as proof. “Not a fun size in sight and the bags are almost bigger than me.”

“Yes, I see that,” Fabian responded haughtily, “But I also told you it's a COSTUME party, and those are your regular clothes!”

Riz looked down at his normal tie and vest combo. It was his favorite outfit, with the mystery gauntlets from Moonar Yulenear and a tie pin his mother had gotten him for his birthday: a silver question mark. He was right, it wasn't a costume.

“I'll just wear a sheet or something. Come on and let me in, it's cold.” Riz replied, shrugging off Fabian's horrified expression.

“Absolutely not!” Fabian huffed, grabbing Riz by the sleeve and dragging him towards the stairs, “I have all my old Halloween costumes somewhere upstairs. We'll find something that fits you.”

Fabian had closets for EVERYTHING. Fencing gear, dance outfits, party outfits, business casual, and his everyday clothes to name just a few. So Riz was in no way surprised to find out he had a closet for costumes nor was he surprised to find out he had every single costume he'd worn since he was born in said closet.

“Now the ones that'll fit you are going to be on this side. I'll take these,” Fabian said, grabbing the bags of candy, “Do not come downstairs until you are dressed in a FULL costume.”

“Oh, come on! I don't want to wear a costume from when you were a nine-year-old.” Riz whined, grabbing the lion onesie that Fabian had pointed to.

“There's other shit in there! There's a dress code, the Ball!” Fabian hollered out before leaving Riz alone in the walk-in closet.

Riz sighed, looking through the costumes and feeling defeated. They were high-quality costumes, to say the least, but the ones that would remotely fit him all fit the taste of a fourth-grader and not a senior in high school. He didn't want to wear a Power Rangers costume or a lion onesie. Why did he HAVE to dress up at all? A solid twenty minutes passed before a soft knock on the door startled him.

“Riz, are you decent?” Adaine's muffled voice called.

“Yeah.”

She cracked the door, peeking her head in slightly. A pair of antlers were sticking out of her head and her face was covered in makeup to make her look like a very sparkly deer.

“Fabian wanted me to come check on you,” she looked at the pile of rejected costumes on the floor, “Not finding anything?”

“No,” he sighed as he kicked the pile, “Everything in here is for kids.”

Adaine fully entered the room, looking around the room for something to fit Riz’s taste, not necessarily his size. As the costumes grew in size they also became more and more elaborate (and expensive) ending with a cyborg costume with fully functioning lights. The idea of wearing something that cost more than everything he owned combined was far too anxiety inducing.

“Why can't I just wear normal clothes?” Riz groaned as they hung everything back up.

“I know. I'm sure we could figure something out if we weren't working with Fabian's clothes. Wait!”

She took off out of the closet, running towards Fabian's bedroom with a clear objective. Riz followed after, unsure of what her thought process was but willing to try anything. Reaching Fabian's room, she went into the closet, rummaging around for a few minutes before emerging with a mischievous grin on her face. Riz nodded as she presented her plan and she cast Reduce/Enlarge on the fighter’s clothes.

“He's gonna be pissed but hey, it's a costume.” Adaine giggled as Riz emerged from the room in the new regalia.

As the two of them made their way downstairs, the party was just starting to really get going. Still too early for things to go nuts but just late enough that mostly everyone had arrived. A pit started to form in Riz's stomach as he looked over the sea of students, suddenly self-conscious. His hands called in the pockets of the newly sized down letterman jacket, he considered just leaving the party all together.

“Just have fun, man. W.W.F.A.S.D.?” Adaine asked.

What would Fabian Aramais Seacaster do? Riz grabbed the railing and took a deep breath. Well, that wasn't a hard question to answer.

With a nod from Adaine, Riz flipped over the railing onto the pool table below, striking a pose as he landed on his feet and ignoring the annoyed cries of the game he'd just interrupted.

“Salutations, party goers! I am Fabian Aramais Seacaster, son of Bill Seacaster! And I am here to be great! Beer me!” Riz shouted, doing his best to copy Fabian's inflections.

The room broke out in laughter as someone tossed the goblin-Fabian a can, which was quickly replaced by applause as Riz used his claw to pierce the side of the can and shotgunned it. Thankfully Fig had taught him that (although it was a lot easier with canned coffee than beer). Riz very quickly made himself the center of attention, jumping into the crowd and starting to crowd surf. Riz hated everyone's eyes being on him, quite literally every rogue's worst nightmare but tonight, he was Fabian “Maximum Legend” Seacaster.

That was until the real one finally made his way into the room.

“Riz! What the fuck?!”

Chapter Text

“BEACH DAY! BEACH DAY! BEACH DAY!” 

The HangVan practically shook with excitement as the group cheered upon arriving at the beach, just an hour and a half west of Elmville. 

“Oh damn, Zaphriel, you were right! This spot is fucking awesome!” Fig shouted, flinging the doors open before the van pulled to a full stop. 

“Fig, don't make me have to put child safety locks on my van.” Gorgug sighed, putting the van in park as she jumped out. She fully ignored the half-orc and took off towards the beach, her paramour scrambling to keep up. 

“She's right, though; this beach is beautiful and entirely empty. How'd you hear about this, Zaph?” Mazey asked from the very backseat, where she, Riz, and Fabian were starting to grab their things to climb out themselves. 

“Had a few months before I got zapped in the crystal where I was just a plain old bro walking around and just stumbled into it. Back then, it was like, murder central, so everyone steered clear, but that was like decades ago, so it should be totally safe.” Zaph responded. 

“What do you mean murder central?” Riz exclaimed as Fabian shoved him through the open door. 

The other quickly clambered out of the back seat, grabbing various coolers, towels, and beach bags as they did, leaving just Gorgug and Adaine in the front seat. Adaine couldn't help the blush that appeared on her cheeks as he grabbed her hand off the seat and brought it up to his lips while the others rushed to set up on the beach. 

“Sorry we couldn't go on that date.” He muttered before placing a kiss on her knuckles and setting her hand back down but not releasing it quite yet. 

Adaine shrugged at the apology. It wasn't really his fault that Fig and Kristen had decided to bombard the group chat with requests for a beach day mere hours after Gorgug had asked Adaine on a date. 

Also mere hours after he'd fucked her in the front seat of his car and then denied her invitation to spend the night. After pointing out the obvious issue of there being no possible way for Gorgug to fit on her bunk bed, they agreed to go see a movie together the next day as a happy compromise. Adaine had just finished pulling every article of clothing out of her closet in a desperate attempt to find the perfect outfit (What was she supposed to wear when he had literally seen all of her clothes?) when Kristen had messaged the group chat with a wall of text complaining about the ongoing heat wave and Mazey had suggested going to the beach since Fabian’s pool was being redone. It turns out anything thicker than tartar sauce would destroy even the most expensive filtration systems, so Jello had, in fact, been a terrible idea. 

“The group chat declared beach day; Nothing to be done,” She said with a smile as she slid her sunglasses on, “Well, there's one silver lining.” 

She undid the tie on her swimsuit cover and let it slide down her shoulders, revealing the swimsuit she had pulled from her jacket that morning. It was definitely the most revealing thing she had ever worn, but she had asked the jacket for a swimsuit that would make her look and feel stunning, and it did just that. The blue gingham fabric looked nice against her fair complexion and wasn't too different from other swimsuits she had worn, usually going for bright blues with her wardrobe as Aelwyn said it complemented her eyes. That was where any similarity to her other swimsuits ended.

Although she had worn two-piece swimsuits in the past, this was her first venture into a style that left so little to the imagination. The top was a bold choice, barely covering her breasts, and the underwire added an undeniable lift that showcased her cleavage. The bottoms matched the top perfectly, featuring the same gingham pattern, and were cut high on her hips, accentuating her figure even further. To top it off, both pieces had cute little white bows in the centers that were absolutely adorable. Glancing at her reflection, she couldn’t help but think she looked hot as hell. The blush spreading across Gorgug's cheeks confirmed her thoughts; he thought so too.

“I get to show off my new swimsuit,” She said, unable to stop the mischievous grin spreading across her face. 

“Wow,” Gorgug replied, openly looking her up and down. 

She climbed out of the van, making a big deal of stretching and adjusting her straps before picking up her bag and, with much restraint, walking to the others without looking back. 

“Damn, Adaine, you look hot!” Fig shouted as she started to lay out her towel. 

Kristen looked up, letting out a wolf whistle as Adaine gave a little twirl. Mazey and Fabian were already in the water and commenced in an intense splash fight with their stuff just haphazardly thrown on the ground in a pile. Adaine officially felt like she could seduce any man, woman, or fae at this point. Her self-confidence was through the roof and there was very little that could bring her down. She grinned and thanked the girls as Kristen tossed her a bottle of sunscreen. As she set to apply it, she glanced over her shoulder to watch for Gorgug. He was making his way over, carrying just his towel over his shoulder and his crystal in his hand. His eyes were turned toward the crystal as he typed into it. She took the opportunity to openly stare at his shirtless torso, a far better view than his sweaty T-shirt the day before. 

Gorgug stopped next to her, still focused on the crystal and not her. Adaine quickly tried to think of ways to grab his attention. 

“Hey, Gorgug,” Adaine started, holding up the bottle of sunscreen, “Could y-”  

“Here, babes, let me get your back.” Kristen interjected as she grabbed the bottle from her, “Then you can get mine.” 

“Okay,” Adaine responded, quickly discarding her plans. 

She felt ridiculous for plotting some way to grab his attention. She should just focus on enjoying herself with her friends today. Gorgug was interested and didn't need to prove it to her, especially in front of everyone. They also hadn't had a chance to discuss even telling their friends about them. They hadn't even discussed what “them” was. Adaine had hoped to clear some of that up on their date but, as luck would have it, that was indefinitely postponed. 

“Jesus Christ!” Riz exclaimed, pulling Adaine from her thoughts, “What the fuck happened to your back, Gorgug?” 

Everyone turned to look at Gorgug, who had just set down his towel and revealed his very scratched-up back. Adaine's stomach dropped as she realized they were from her desperately clawing at his shoulders as he had fucked her. A little bit of healing salve had dealt with the hickeys he had left her with but she hadn't even considered what marks she left on him. 

“Holy shit, those are nail scratches!” Fig exclaimed, slapping him on the shoulder, “You're seeing Mary Ann again, aren't you?” 

“What? No!” He shot back as he smacked her hand away. 

“I fucking knew it! You've been all secretive and shit lately because you've been sleeping with your ex! That's why you've been too busy for group hangouts!” Kristen added. 

“I'm not sleeping with Mary Ann!”

Adaine had no idea what to do or if she even should do anything. It wasn't just his business but hers as well and she had no idea if he wanted the others to know about their little tryst. His eyes shot to Adaine quickly before redirecting to Fig and the others. Well, that was not enough communication for Adaine to even guess what he was thinking. 

“Wait, I thought you were helping Aelwyn move all day yesterday. When did you have time to go to Mary Ann’s?” Riz asked, seemingly the only one who reads the group chat. 

“I didn't go to-” 

“Holy shit! Did you sleep with Aelwyn?!” Fig's voice had reached maximum volume. Had there been anyone else on the beach, they would be well aware of the context of this conversation. 

Gorgug started walking towards the water, ignoring the accusation entirely. Adaine felt her whole face go red as Kristen turned to her, confusion all over her face. 

“Wait, weren't y-” 

“Last one in is a rotten egg!” Adaine shouted, jumping up and sprinting towards the water. 

“Wait, no fair!” Fig called out, sprinting after her. 

All of them quickly rushed into the water, immediately being swept up in the splash fight between Mazey and Fabian, turning it into an all-out war. After a swift and somewhat unfair victory (water mephits being banned before Adaine could even finish casting the spell- lame), the boys pointed out a very tall rock structure just a little south of them that looked fun to jump from. 

“Hell yeah! I'll go let Ayda know we're heading down there.” Fig said, running back to the beach where Ayda was lounging with a book in hand. The half-phoenix had never been a fan of swimming (for obvious reasons) but enjoyed joining the group on water outings. 

The others started to make their way toward the big rock, having to pause and yell at Fig to stop making out with her girlfriend and join them, only to be waved off. Gorgug ended up walking next to Adaine, his hand brushing against the back of hers. Her heart jumped at the subtle touch before she hooked her pinky to his, unsure if she should hold his hand or not. As the conversation continued next to them, he spoke quietly so only she could hear. 

“I’m not sleeping with Mary Ann, just so you know.” 

She nodded, smiling softly at him. Ever since the party, Gorgug had been unable to join group outings, but she figured it was with the five or more projects he always had going on. She trusted that he was telling the truth but Gorgug was a very attractive guy and there was always someone interested in him. Hell, after he and Mary Ann split, Unit immediately let him know they were still single. Last she knew, they were talking just a few weeks ago. She couldn't ask him if it were true, it wasn't her business when they hadn't even decided if they were a couple yet. 

“It doesn't matter. We only hooked up.” She said, trying to play it cool. 

He gave her a confused look and then a crestfallen one. It was only a split second but Adaine caught it and immediately panicked. Too cool, she played it too cool! 

“Oh, is that… Is that all you were looking for?” He muttered, dropping her pinky. 

“Gorgug, help!” Fabian's voice cut through the air, catching their attention. 

They had trailed behind the others by a few feet, still walking along the beach as the others had started scaling the rock. Fabian was dangling from the top of it, unable to get a good enough footing to hoist himself the rest of the way. 

“Shit.” He mumbled before rushing over to help. 

Damn it.

She made her way over, helping the others up to the top of the rock before Kristen offered out a hand to hoist her up. One by one, the others took turns jumping, flipping, and diving off the rock while Adaine stayed on top and helped pull people back up so the fun could continue. It definitely was not because she didn't swim until she was 15 and had secretly taught herself to doggy paddle while avoiding water over five feet deep. Not at all… 

“I can help people up if you want to jump for a bit,” Gorgug said after about the third round of her avoiding jumping in. 

His drenched hair covered most of his face as he stood in front of her, dripping all over. 

“You look like a wet Pomeranian,” She said with a laugh before reaching up and brushing the hair out of his eyes. 

He grinned, shaking his head like a dog, making her squeal and put her hands up as water sprayed everywhere. He grabbed her hands, preventing her from protecting herself as they both broke out in laughter. Stumbling back a bit, Adaine felt herself start to teeter off the rock. 

“Wait, wait!” 

She gasped and grabbed his arm to keep from going over. His other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close as she steadied herself. 

“You okay?” He asked, his voice dropping to a low murmur. 

“Yeah, I just,” she swallowed, “I'm not really a good swimmer.” 

Her hands slid from his forearm as she felt more solid on the ground but the arm around her waist didn't move. She didn't really want it to. It had always been nice to be in Gorgug's arms. Ever since the arcade freshman year, his embrace always felt like one of the safest places in the world. 

“Do you want me to jump with you? I'm a pretty strong swimmer so you'll be safe.” He offered, shrugging his shoulders as he complimented himself. 

She nodded, a grin plastered across her face as his hand on her back started to trace along the ties of her swimsuit. Was this flirting? She'd never really been on the receiving end of it before (she refused to count Oisin's deceptive ploy as flirting) but it felt natural with Gorgug. Like they had always been just a step away from it. 

“Hey, if you're not looking for anything serious, I can be okay with th-” 

“Help!” Mazey squeaked, now stuck on the part Fabian had to be saved from earlier. 

“Climb up the other side!” Gorgug groaned, releasing Adaine to help the others again.

Adaine didn't have a chance to consider the implications of his words before a particularly nosey red head was right in front of her. 

“So,” Kristen piped up, seemingly appearing from nowhere, “what was that about?”

Adaine's face felt suddenly very hot as the cleric waggled her eyebrows at the blushing elf. Adaine knew Kristen could read people too well; there was no way she could convince her that she hadn’t seen what she did. Judging by Kristen’s evil smirk, she already had a good idea of what was happening between her and Gorgug. 

“Nothing!” Adaine chirped, her voice too high. “I almost fell, so he caught me, that’s all.”

Technically true. Technically.

“Mhmm. Say, what time did you get back from Aelwyn's last night? I could have sworn I saw Gorgug pull up around eight o’clock, but when I went to your room at nine, you weren’t there,” Kristen mused, tapping her chin as if solving a great mystery.

“Well, that’s, uh, funny actually because, well—” Adaine stuttered, desperately searching for a reason to explain her absence.

In a quick flash of magic, Fig appeared between them, sporting fresh hickeys on her neck and rescuing Adaine from having to come up with a lie. 

“Hey, guys! What are we chatting about?” she chirped, turning to face them.

A rogue elbow bumped into Adaine’s rib as she turned, causing the wizard to take a half-step back. It didn’t hurt at all; the tiefling simply Dimension Doored a little too close for comfort. No, the true problem lay in that fact that Adaine was only a quarter-step from the ledge, so her foot went over, quickly pulling the rest of her body with it. Unable to correct herself, she smacked into the water with her back and all the air was wrenched from her lungs as she hit the water with a smack. 

Panic filled her as she clawed desperately at the waves to reach the surface. Why didn't she just admit she couldn't swim? What a ridiculous way to die! Moron. 

She gasped as her head finally broke the surface, disoriented as her anxiety started to cloud her mind. Flailing around in a desperate attempt to stay above water, Adaine tried to remember that her friends were not just going to let her drown. Someone would realize she was struggling soon enough…right? Attempting to take a deep breath, water flooded her mouth as she failed to calm herself down and started struggling to breathe.  

Eventually her hand was able to find purchase on another large rock, giving her something to cling to as she caught her breath and tried not throw up the water she had swallowed. A familiar strong arm wrapped around her just as her fingers began to tremble from the effort of holding herself up against the pull of the waves. 

“I’ve got you,” Gorgug’s low voice rumbled in her ear, instantly dispelling the fear that was building inside her, “You're okay.”

She let go of the rock and allowed him to help her back to the beach, wrapping her arms around his neck. His face was scrunched in concentration as he focused on moving them towards shallower water with only one arm as the other held her tight to him. 

Kind, safe, considerate Gorgug. Probably wouldn't be a good time to kiss him…yeah probably not. 

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Fig asked, appearing beside them.

“I’m fine!” Adaine replied as she finally felt the ground beneath her feet. Gorgug’s arms didn’t move, even as her feet were solid on the ground and the water only rose to her shoulders. 

"I'm so sorry! I thought you knew how to swim." Fig said, throwing her arms around Adaine in apology. 

“It's okay. Like I said, I'm fi-Ah!” Adaine shrieked as Fig's hand made full contact with her bare breast. “Where did my top go?” 

Her arms quickly moved to her chest, covering herself as she buried her face in Gorgug's chest. She could feel him failing to suppress a laugh, shaking slightly as he pretended to cough to cover it.  

“Is that it?” Kristen hollered from above, pointing to something blue caught on the side of the rock where Adaine had been holding onto. 

“I got it!” 

Fig hurriedly swam after it, taking great care as she unstuck the fabric from the rock. Gorgug's hand on her back began very slowly tracing along where her swimsuit top had been, then down her spine to the tops of her swimsuit bottoms before coming back up.  

“Stop teasing me,” Adaine grumbled, kicking Gorgug under the water. 

It wasn't a very effective hit as the water slowed down all of her movements. She didn't know why she thought that would work. 

“Teasing? You're the one with your boobs out.”

 Adaine could practically hear the shit-eating grin on his face, even with her head down. The water was up to her shoulders, obscuring her chest even without her arms crossed so it wasn't like she was flashing anyone, nor could he see anything with her standing this close. She rolled her eyes, low-key hating that this was the second time she had embarrassed herself in front of him in less than twenty-four hours. It just didn't seem fair. 

“Ow!” He hollered as she grabbed his nipple and twisted it in annoyance. Serves him right. 

“Got it!” Fig shouted, with the bathing suit strung up on one of her horns, apparently given up on being careful with it, “It's fucking shredded though!” 

Adaine let out a frustrated sigh, glancing over her shoulder to see the rest of the party watching her from the top of the rock. The icing on the cake was Kristen still sporting a smug expression as she watched Gorgug continue to rub her back. 

“I can cast Mending on it if you want.” Gorgug offered as they waited for Fig to swim back to them. 

“Yes, I have no interest in being the only participant of a topless beach.” She mumbled, accepting the tattered top from Fig. 

“I wouldn't mind that.” He said teasingly.

Adaine grabbed and twisted the other nipple, earning a yelp this time as she put a bit more force into it.  

“Ex-fucking-scuse me?” Fig asked, eyebrows nearly flying off her head. “Wait! Are you two-?”

“We should go!”

“My gear's in the van so…” 

Gorgug’s arms dropped from around Adaine as they both quickly scurried away from the water towards the HangVan. Heat rose to Adaine's cheeks as she wondered what Fig was imagining in her head or how the others were talking about her. If Kristen and Fig knew then it was only a matter of time before everyone would know. It wasn't like she was ashamed of Gorgug; Gorgug was wonderful. It's just that everything was new and unknown and… 

Oh gods, did she give the impression that she was just looking for a friend with benefits? That wasn't true, at all. She loved Gorgug too much for that. Not like that, well kind of like that. This whole situation was beyond confusing for her but she didn't want him to think that she was just trying to get laid. How was she supposed to navigate this? She needed to clear things up. She should say something. Goddamnit why did her damn jacket have to give her a flimsy bathing suit? How could she possibly have a serious conversation with her arms crossed over her bare chest? 

As they reached the van, Gorgug opened the driver-side door and grabbed his T-shirt off the seat. 

“Here, you can cover up with this while I fix your swimsuit.” He said before going around to the back of the van to grab his artificer tools from the trunk. 

The shirt was far too large for her, hitting her right above the knee but it was better than her boobs just flapping in the breeze. She leaned against the van as he pulled things out of the trunk to unearth his gear. All day yesterday, she had started at him working at Aelwyn's, fantasizing about him taking off his shirt and now here he was, shirtless, and she could just openly stare now. There were also no pens in sight, so no risk of her chomping straight through one. 

Well, her boobs weren't out anymore so now was as good as time as any to have that conversation. 

“Hey,” she started. 

He stopped his rummaging and looked up at her, curious. Adaine's heart felt like it was about to pound out of her chest. Emotional vulnerability was not her forte but Gorgug was worth doing scary things. She started to pick at her fingertips, suddenly nervous.

“I wasn't just looking for a hookup. I really like you and would like to, like, properly date.” She blurted, lobbing the confession like a live grenade. 

He smiled his big semi-crooked smile (gods above she couldn't help but smile back when he did that) as he set his gear down for a moment. 

“That's good,” he said softly as he closed the distance between the two of them, “Because I really like you too.” 

With one arm up against the frame of the van, he leaned down slightly so his face was mere centimeters from hers. His breath tickled her cheeks and smelled of energy drinks and doughnuts, what he'd consumed on the drive to the beach. Adaine’s already jumpy heart was now trying to escape up her throat. She took a shaky breath and swallowed in an attempt to force it down where it belonged. She'd seen this trend where boyfriends would lean against door frames and their girlfriends always get so flustered. It hadn't really made a lot of sense to her before but staring up into his intense gaze with her back against the van, her knees felt weak. 

“I have for a really long time,” he mumbled as his other hand lifted her chin up, “I'm really glad I kissed you at that party.” 

“You should do it again.” She whispered as if being too loud would scare him off. 

The hand on her chin moved to the back of her head, pulling her in to follow her request. Adaine wanted to memorize every detail of Gorgug Thistlepring: The way his mouth tasted like fruity energy drinks, the way his tongue moved slowly and intentionally, the way his hand went to her ass as she threw her leg around him, the way he pressed himself against her, fulfilling her desperate desire to be closer. He moved from her lips to kissing down her neck, pulling little gasps from her as he squeezed her ass firmly in his large hand. 

“How long until the others start to get suspicious?” Adaine breathed. 

“Hmm, ten minutes.” Gorgug answered, returning to kissing her lips. 

“Works for me.” She muttered against his lips. 

Suddenly feeling very bold, she pushed against his chest and started guiding him to the side door of the van. Gorgug didn't resist and instead fumbled behind his back for the door handle without disrupting the kiss. 

“You've got an obsession with this van.” He joked as she pushed him into the seat. 

Crawling onto his lap, she giggled as he started to kiss along her jawline and trace his fingers up her back for the third time that day. 

“Nope, just the guy who owns it,” She said, resting her hands on his shoulders before rolling her hips experimentally, “Though, he hasn't kept his hands off me all day so maybe he's the obsessed one.” 

Adaine had no control of her face as Gorgug inhaled sharply. The giant grin was only egged on as his hand found her hips and his fingernails dug into the skin with each roll of her hips. She was very aware of the fact that there were far less layers between them this time and she could feel him growing hard underneath her. 

“Since freshman year.” He muttered. 

Okay, that was news to her. She froze, startled by the confession. She hadn't even paused to consider what a “really long time” meant but four years had not been what she expected. 

“Wait, really?” 

Gorgug leaned back, looking into her eyes. Nothing on his face gave the impression that he was being insincere but Adaine's brain still struggled to accept that what he was saying was true. 

“I mean, yeah. I always thought you were really cute but you seemed like you weren't really interested in dating.” 

Adaine pressed her lips together. He was right, she hadn't been interested in dating at all during high school. Hell, she had gotten flustered with Oisin but even sans rage-crystal she wouldn't have gone out with him. Still, Gorgug had pursued other girls and had only really been single during junior year. 

“You never said anything and you had girlfriends.” She pointed out, feeling a little guilty for not noticing. 

He shrugged. 

“You can like more than one person at a time. When Mary Ann noticed, I told her the truth and she was cool about it. I really didn't want to risk losing you as a friend, so I just left it alone.” 

“What changed?” 

Gorgug chuckled, his face turning a darker shade of green as he blushed. 

“Uh, I got really drunk and acted impulsively…” 

Adaine joined him in blushing as she recalled the party as well. And last night. Right, she dragged him in here for a reason. 

“Mhmm very impulsive. You should be ashamed of yourself.” She teased, running her fingers along his chin. 

“If I recall correctly, you literally jumped me when I tried to apologize.” He shot back as his hands slid underneath the T-shirt and settled on her hips again. 

A shiver went down Adaine's spine as his calloused hands brushed against her skin. Was this what it was like for everyone or was Gorgug just that wonderful that he made her feel like her body was electrically charged? She didn't really care what the answer was, she liked how it felt to be with him. 

“Hmmm, I don't think so.” She mused, her fingers finding their way into his hair. 

“Oh, you're gonna gaslight me now? Well, if that's the case, give me my T-shirt back.” He said, his shit-eating grin back on his face as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started to pull it off of her. 

“I knew it!” She squealed, releasing his hair to push the shirt back down, “You're just trying to see my boobs!” 

Adaine giggled as he shrugged at the accusation, his hands moving back under her shirt but this time not settling on her hips but instead moving up to her chest. Her hands found the back of the seat as she leaned down to kiss him again. 

“Sue me,” He mumbled just before their lips met. 

She continued to rock against him, feeling every inch of him through his swim trunks and feeling as he grew to a full erection. Little moans and sighs escaped from his lips, again making Adaine feel like the hottest woman in the world. 

“I think we hit our ten minutes.” He whispered after a few minutes of this. 

“Hmmm, no one's come looking for us yet...”

They probably all had some theory of what was happening between the two of them anyway. She had done her fair share of speculating when the others would disappear off with their respective partners, so it was only fair that the same be done for her. 

“Well, in that case, in the glove compartment there's a paper bag with condoms. I mean, if you want to. No pressure…” Gorgug trailed off as Adaine practically jumped over the front seat to open the glove box. 

“Got it!” She proclaimed, bringing the bag and herself into the seat next to him. 

“You're so hot.” Gorgug joked, laughing as she opened the bag. Despite the playful tone, she still felt a small swelling of pride at the compliment. 

“Why are there like three sizes in here?” She asked, pulling out several of the condoms before finding the largest one. (It had to be that one, right? Adaine couldn't imagine the others even remotely fitting) 

“In case anyone else needs some, I guess. My parents put it there.” He answered with a shrug. 

“I don't think anyone else knows they're here cause everyone usually just grabs one out of my jacket.” She joked, setting the bag down on the seat next to her. 

Gorgug shrugged again as he took the condom from her, placing it between his teeth as he started to undo the strings on his shorts. Fuck, how was he so hot? Goosebumps started to form on her arms as the realization hit that she was going to have sex with Gorgug again. The knot of his drawstring was undone but his hands stopped short and grabbed the condom from his mouth. 

“Are you sure you want to do this right now?” He asked as the condom-free hand went to grab her hand as she looked up at his face. His touch was soft, gentle, and reassuring; just another example of how considerate of others he was. It only made her want him more. She nodded, kissing him again as her hand found his waistband. 

“Yes,” She whispered in between kisses. 

A moan escaped from Gorgug as she pulled his dick from his shorts and started to slowly stroke it. She strongly considered just continuing, listening to him moan as she jerked him to completion but she had been ignoring her own growing arousal for long enough. So, begrudgingly, she stopped so he could put the condom on. Exploring the world of handjobs would have to be a later venture. Maybe on their movie date… Focus, Adaine! 

“Lean over the front seat.” He instructed, the playfulness fully gone from his voice and pulling Adaine from her fantasizing. 

Her face was on fire as she listened, fully trusting Gorgug to make this good for both of them. It was different, being unable to see him not because it was too dark but because her eyes were turned to the beach view through the windshield of the van. 

Adaine could just barely make out the top of Ayda’s head peeking over the back of her beach chair as she placed her hands on the back of the seat. None of the others had returned to the spot yet. Good, even though they probably wouldn't be able to see inside the van well enough to guess what was happening, it gave Adaine some comfort to know they weren't nearby. 

“Let me know if I'm going too fast, okay?” Gorgug muttered, pushing her hair all to one side so he could kiss behind her ear. 

“Okay.”

“Good girl.” 

Adaine shuddered as his breath tickled her sensitive ears, causing them to twitch slightly. She could feel them grow hot as he blew on them, making them twitch again. Goddamn elf ears were always way too expressive. His hand was on her ass, slowly sliding the swimsuit out of the way and she had to imagine that her ears were bright red. In the quiet of the forest, having sex in the van had felt intimate, secluded but with the bright sun shining off the water and Ayda's fiery mohawk in eyesight, Adaine was starting to feel very…exposed. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, she thought to herself.

Then Gorgug's fingers were inside of her erasing any doubt she had. Gasping, Adaine's head dropped as he continued to work her with two fingers, stretching her like had the night before. Exactly like last night…very slowly. 

“Gorgug, I don't think quickies usually require this much prep.” She teased, resisting the urge to tell him to just shove it in already. 

“Oh am I going too slow?” He muttered, pressing a kiss to the space right below her ear. 

“Yes. I want you now.” She groaned, looking back at him over her shoulder. Technically she didn't tell him to shove it in already so she was counting that as restraint. 

Gorgug, apparently, did require the clarification as he sat back down on the seat, removing his fingers and earning a whine from her. She couldn't even pretend to be stoic around him. Especially when he spoke in that deep rumbly voice that was just barely escaping from the categorization of a growl. 

“C’mere.” He ordered, grabbing her by the hips back down to his lap. 

She practically yipped as she landed on his lap, her legs on either sides of his and his cock poking up the gap between her thighs. Fuck, that was something she wished she could photograph. Why'd she leave her damn crystal on the beach? She didn't have much of an opportunity to appreciate the view before his hand was lining the head up to her entrance and his other arm was wrapping around her waist, holding her in place. 

“You sure you want it right now?” He asked, growling into her ear. 

Everything about it seemed like a threat: the iron grip on her midsection, the prodding at her folds, and his bared teeth against her ear. If it had been anyone else, Adaine might have been afraid but, despite his large imposing frame and impressive strength, she knew he wouldn't actually hurt her. She also knew just how amazing it was last time he'd gotten a bit aggressive with her.

“Yes!” She answered, a bit louder than intended. 

Enthusiastic consent acquired, he pushed in slowly but unlike the night before, he did not pause until he was fully inside of her. Adaine breath caught in her throat as the overwhelming sensation of being stretched over took her and she forgot how to breathe, to think. 

“Still feeling impatient?” He chuckled darkly. 

Adaine Abernant was not a quitter. Years of dealing with Aelwyn Abernant as an older sister had taught her that uncle and mercy were dirty words. So despite the fact that she fully believed this man could tear her apart at the seams with his dick, she was not going to back down. What did she look like, a coward? 

“Yeah, move it along.” She answered pathetically, failing to keep her voice from coming out strained. 

“You asked for it.” 

Adaine Abernant had run her mouth to her beloved friend dozens-maybe hundreds-of times. The number of times she'd told the towering barbarian to “fight me” was simply too high to count. He, of course, never listened to her and Adaine never expected him too, knowing full well that she would lose in any melee encounter. 

So imagine her surprise when he did not ignore her goading. 

A loud series of exclamations of “Uhh” and “Oh fuck” fell from Adaine's lips as the half-orc thrusted up into her at an unrelenting pace. Desperately clawing at the seat behind them, Adaine tried to get a grip on something to ground herself but the angle made it difficult and Gorgug's iron grip around her torso made it impossible to move away from his ruthless speed.

It was too big. 

It was too much for her.

It was turning every atom of her being on as he growled into her ear and carved out a Gorgug's-penis-shaped-hole in her. 

“This is what you wanted, isn't it?” He muttered menacingly. 

Adaine could feel him smiling against her ear and flashes of him gripping her chin-an intense dominating energy emanating from him-last night started to replay in her mind. A shiver ran down her back as she recalled the way he'd threatened to fuck her until she couldn't walk the night before. Dominant, strong, Gorgug was fucking her like an object, not taking the time to make sure she was enjoying herself but rocketing her towards an orgasm, nonetheless. 

I prefer to be thrown around like a ragdoll. I don't think Gorgug would even be into that idea anyway. 

“Yes! Fuck!” She shouted as Aelwyn’s words rattled around her head. 

Gods, was her sister wrong. The man was a brute and she was grinning like a drunk fool as pleasure rolled over her in waves that threatened to drown her. That was until one sloppy thrust caused his dick to slip out and Adaine let out a pathetic whine at the break in rhythm. 

“Aww, what's wrong baby?” Gorgug teased, pressing a kiss to her neck and not putting his cock back in. 

Wait, did he just call her baby? Adaine practically purred at the pet name, even if it was just to tease her. 

“Don't stop.” She moaned, her head flopping back into his shoulder. 

She fluttered her lashes at him, hoping if she acted pitiful enough he'd stop teasing and just keep fucking her. A low dark laugh rumbled through his chest and immediately struck down any hope that this man could be manipulated into doing what she wanted. One of his arms moved from her midsection and reached down to grab his penis and press the head against her opening. Anticipation stalled her breath as she prepared for him to ram it into her again but nothing came. He sat simply rubbing the head of his penis against her opening as she grew impatient. 

“Gorgug!” She groaned, wiggling her hips to try to shove herself down. 

Even with just one arm around her waist, Adaine could not break from his grip. 

“Hmm?” He hummed casually, as if this was the most normal interaction between them. 

“Come on!” 

“Oh, right.” He answered, feigning ignorance to her desperation. 

He unceremoniously rammed himself back into her and continued his rapid thrusts into her while growling into her ear. In only a matter of seconds she was right back on the precipice of an orgasm, her eyes nearly crossing as he started to rub circles into her clitoris. 

“You like that, baby?” He grunted as she cried out at his aggressive fucking. 

There it was, that pet name that made her stomach fill with butterflies. That and the filthy praise was enough to push her over the edge and make her cum, crying out her lover's name just as his thrusts started to falter. 

Lover. 

It felt strange to think of him that way but Adaine found herself enjoying it. They were dating, kind of. His grip on her tightened as he gave a few quick strokes before finishing himself, growling as he did and damn near getting Adaine going again. Her hand found his that was on her waist and interlaced their fingers as she sagged against him, enjoying just being held as they caught their breaths. 

“I never fixed your top.” He muttered as they finally started to move. 

“That’s fine, I'm keeping your T-shirt, forever.” She teased as she tied the end so it didn't hang so far down. 

He responded by giving her that wonderful lopsided grin and quick kiss. They quickly straightened themselves out before exiting the van and heading back to the beach where the others were starting to congregate around Ayda and pull various food and drinks out of the coolers. If anyone had noticed their long sabbatical from beach activities, they said nothing as the others joined them. Adaine avoided anyone's eyes, specifically Kristen and Fig, as she helped herself to refreshments. 

With almost impeccable timing, Adaine's crystal started to ring just as she reached her hand into a cooler to grab some water, her hands now wet. 

“Ayda, will you see who that is?” She asked as she reached for her towel. 

Ayda obliged, grabbing the crystal and looking. Her finger slid across the screen as she spoke, removing any chance for Adaine to screen the caller. 

“It's Aelwyn, here I'll put it on speaker.” 

“No, that's-” 

“ADAINE ABERNANT, STOP IGNORING MY MESSAGES!” Her older sister shouted, as Adaine desperately tried to grab it and turn the speaker off. 

To her dismay, the residual moisture made it so the screen did not respond to her frantic swiping 

“If I didn't know better, I’d have assumed that Gorgug killed you via sex and I would have no clue! How dare you leave me on read?” Adaine's soon-to-be-late sister shouted into the phone. 

“You're on speaker!” Adaine hollered, fumbling the crystal as she tried to dry the screen with Gorgug's T-shirt. 

Aelwyn didn't seem to catch that as Adaine finally got the crystal off speaker. 

“So, how big? Did he go down on you? Are you able to walk straight or did you pussy out like always?” 

Adaine felt her whole body collapse in on itself as everyone-save for Kristen and Fig- turned to stare at her in shock. Her knees hit the sand as she held the crystal to her ear and muttered into the phone. 

“I'll text you details later but, uh, no I didn't pussy out.” 

It was merely a matter of time before the truth got out anyway. The other girls plopped down on the chair next to Adaine and offered her a sandwich, all with huge grins on their faces. 

“Atta girl! I was going to lose it if I had to watch you two dumbasses stare longingly at each other anymore. I swear every time I turned around-” 

Adaine stayed in the sand, wishing she could just dig down and bury herself in it as they all waited silently for her to get off the phone and spill her guts. This was not how she was planning to say this.  

“I was in the middle of dinner with my beautiful girlfriend when you called to mope! I told you to just talk to her, you coward!” Fabian shouted, fully holding a cooler above his head, ready to rock Gorgug's shit. 

The barbarian quickly started to back away, hands up in a defensive manner. 

“Hey! Let's be rational here, Fabian.” 

“I think I gotta go, Aelwyn. I'll call you later.” Adaine said quickly before hanging up. 

Mazey put a hand on her arm to stop her from intervening as the half-elf started to stalk towards his best friend. Riz sat on top of the other cooler, inhaling his sandwich as chaos erupted, not particularly giving a damn about who was sleeping with who. Thank gods someone was going to be normal about this, Adaine thought to herself. 

“No, let it play out. We were in the middle of the end of the date, if you know what I mean.”  

“Speaking of dates…” Kristen said, leaning on her elbows. 

“Tell us everything!” Fig shouted, dropping onto the ground next to the beet-red elf. 

“Well, uh, you guys remember that party last week?” 

“FACE YOUR PROBLEMS LIKE A MAN, THISTLESPRING!” Fabian screamed, now dead-sprinting after Gorgug. 

“I'M SORRY, JUST PUT THE COOLER DOWN!”