Kingdom of Crestoria! 34

City in the Desert by Mark Tarrisse

Kingdom of Crestoria! 34

“Hiii.” The reaction was childish as the little hare jumped back from the rail and grabbed onto one of the highest rung she could reach. Without a sliver of fear she went up one step after another, even stopping after 5 steps to look behind her and see the large island being left behind.

It was when her eyes looked down she saw Hiiro still standing still and not even made an attempt to reach for the ladder. His cheeks were painted red beneath the hand that was covering his eyes. “You not coming?”

He girl shouted with all her might to make sure her question would reach him. The cold wind swept through her words. They were the first she spoke towards Hiiro in confidence as if to acknowledge his good spirit.

“I cannot Missy. Me in the rags up there. You go find a puffyduck.” An eye peeked through two fingers to watch her continue her climb further up. The dress caught a gush of wind and was blown up her black slender legs. His fingers squeezed tight as he saw the hem slide up her thigh. ‘Hiiro go home to wife.Promised, No tempting little girl.’ His mind told himself he is a good man to keep his promise.

The real fact was that Hiiro is truly a gentle soul and always willing to help others. Hough his wife may be another story. Her figure is even bigger than his, her arms covered by golden blonde hair hide her true power. Muscles to carry a tree in a single hand. Always misunderstanding her husband’s intentions and drag him home if he had helped a young lady again.

To her there was no excuse, he married her and she would make sure he would stay with her. Even this moment would be enough to have her explode in jealousy. Unwilling to reason or listen he would lose to her strength. He gave in because he simply loved her with all his being, but that is not what she saw. He was flirting with younger, slender girls. One time she grabbed a tree and snapped it when she saw him get a flower from a girl which pet he had helped from a tree.

Ever since then there had been a rumour in the tribe that wherever Hiiro roamed a monster would appear. A vengeful shriek would scare everything away and sweep him from his place to be dragged back home.

He sighed and gave one last look up just to see the little girl climb over the railing of the upper deck. With a relieved heart his eyes gaze back at the castle. ‘Me is sorry coming home again Greta.’

With a startled face he turns around and looked up again. “Me never got name of Missy!” With his final words her resumes back through the opening down the stairs to continue his job.

All the while the little hare was patting her dress to adjust to its right form and clean a little dirt of. Peoples gazes looked in surprise as to wonder where this little girl came from.

To be Continued…

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Kingdom of Crestoria! 33

I can’t help but love how this is developing and how characters gain their own soul, if you will. Never sure how a character will react until I am writing it down. All I know is where I want to go, just not know how I will get there.

From the game Final Fantasy XV

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In front of the worker stood a frail looking girl with her back towards him. Her body froze on the discovery and his words. “Oya Missy, You okay?” He reached out and grabbed on to her shoulder with is lightest touch. It was that his hand was large and heavy with black dirty nails broken and cracked, long fur covered its fingers and  back, making the person cringe with fear. “Me won’t hurt you. You’d be lost, one can help you!”

He felt her move and took away his hand while she turned around with a slight tremble. Her chin forced down to her chest between two shoulders that been pulled up in shame. It wasn’t until she rolled her eyes up and forced to raise her head a little that the sailor could take a good look at her.

There stood a girl  with short black hair and to hare’s ears grabbed together between her praying fist. On each end was a white ribbon tied in a bow. Eyes so blue you could see the sky and oceans melt together around a black sun. They draw you away from anything else like the small twitching pink nose in between them. The tiny hands were covered with white cloves.

“You cannot speak? That be hard. Me be Hiiro.” His frown showed he was in deep a thought right before he pressed his thumb against his chest and laughed a little. A chest pumped up from large breathe he looked down on the small girl.

Her eyes followed his every move and ended up looking up to his smiling face. It may have been a small glint but it was enough for her to finally speak up. “I… I’m Sorry.!”

Within a blink she bended over and sprung back even faster into an upright position. It let her ears flow free through the sky like two rags before they dropped quietly across her shoulders revealing a little more of her chest and dress she was wearing.

“Come, where can Hiiro take you?” With a simple gesture he guided the little girl up the stairs and out a small door leading into narrow hallway. The little girl followed silently. Her steps could not be heard and had Hiiro look around on many occasion to make sure she was still there. A second set of stairs came into view and they both climbed up. A small opening had them step onto one of the lower ends of the ship. A small plateau beneath the main quarter deck connected by a steep ladder.

She stood near the rail and leant over with big surprised eyes and a sense of excitement. “So Pretty… we are really flying…” Laughs of an innocent child are hushed into the wind. Her hands desperately hold on to her large ears that want to flap free in this cold breeze.

“You better be careful now climbing up, Missy. We can’t have you fall down now.”

To be Continued…

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Kingdom of Crestoria! 32

Kingdom of Crestoria! 32

Princess Adelina kept silent an started to eat the abundance of food in front of us. Duncan just watched her and understood what she tried to tell him. Never been taught how to socialize with people, only able or shown how to order around servants. Not to mention her warrior instinct that constantly has to rival with large brutes of men. It was that thought of that little girl to beat up those with a big mouth. Eyes that would look down on the defeated and have her soar even higher without sense of humble.

To hide he joins the princess and stuffs his cheeks with meat and rotates his head to watch a land drops straight down. The black rocks shines and glistens from water left by the roaring waves that crashed into it. To him it was an unusual sight to see. Taller than a flat the sides are made of spiked columns and cracks created sharp edges that cut into the oncoming waves.

“I’m Sorry, I guess..” Adelina sighed holding on to a cup filled with water. A dreamy gaze watched the ripples created by  one of her fingers tapping.

-“I guess so to…” A bit uneasy Duncan answers with a tiny voice before returning to look outside and the island getting smaller. “How long is the trip again?” The question was like thunder bursting into the awkward silence.

“We be there by morning, I think” Princess Adelina turns her eyes away from Duncan while she answers. Time passes on slowly as we drink the last drop of water from the decanter.

In the mean while on another part of the ship a suspicious person is making the craziest manoeuvres like rolls and turns to avoid gazes of the personnel that are at work in the lower regions of the ship. At the same time he was looking for something, checking tags that had been placed on all luggage and crates. Near the stairs the dark figure tapped his flat hand against a side and hid behind the large box.

The woods cracks and splinters by a force. Some loaders look up and rotate their ears but go back to their work when the usual sounds of the cargo hold. A stumble and a shuffle of crates, trunks and screams over power the cracking from down the stairs.

Not before long another person came walking from the other side and walking up the stairs. The attire had changed dramatically from a baggy pants and simple shirt and hiding the face with a large scarf. This person was to over dressed to be considered a worker on the ship. Even a near by muscular sailor was alarmed by the view. “Ooy. Oy, Whattah you been doin’ all thee way down ‘ere, Missy! You’d be lost now, wouldn’t yah?”

To be Continued…

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Sensual Sunday: Snow White! 17th Flake

As you may have forgotten I went with a different angle this time. Creating stories that are a little bit more than just a sensual scene. I think it has me explore more ways to write. Hope you will enjoy the double read.

Art by Yoitsuki_Sin

Sensual Sunday: Snow White! 17th Flake

In the central office Pike woke up and turned his head around rubbing away the sleep from his eyes. With an ear laid back on the rest, the gaze had turned over to the door where Rowena’s bedroom was located. It has been some hours already she had gone to bed. Is she still sleeping?

Without a single thought he got up from his chair and walked over to the coffee machine to grab himself a cup for the night. With a slow pace he walks back over to his desk and thinks about the dream he just had.

Something was different this time. The smell of apple was sill scenting the air just like in his dream. Cheeks red like apples beside her pink lips turned away from him. Just like the night before and the same scent seduced him in a kiss down her neck. Her breath close to his ear was gentle and carried her words across. “Be gentle”

This dream like beauty in front of him was wanting the same thing as he did. Though the next was unexpected. “I want this to be eternal.”

Pike’s arms were wrapped around her body, a hand caressing slightly below her neck and the other curled around her hip touching the bare skin above her skirt. Soft breast squeezed in between them exchanging a sensual warmth and conversation with out to many words.

Slender fingers grip his chest and moves her head around leaning against his shoulder listening to his response heard from his heart in consecutive beats. An eternal beauty in front of him with the same feelings he tried to express to her.

It was a tickle in his nose that woke him from his slumber.

The hot coffee splashed down his throat as he go struck by an idea.

His hands moved fast across the keyboard, writing down the slogan he wants to use for the campaign. The mouse was moved around on its pad and clicked on with a great solid rhythm as if he already knows where to go. In between his eyes shine with a childish wonder of excitement at the screen that displays his every written word.

The memory, the dream the fantasy and knowledge of her body thrills him. Having the memory of her fragrance seduce him to close his eyes and form a field of flowers in which she would walk towards a small creek with clear water while she touches the silky petals with her fingertips. Pull a apple from a nearby apple tree and look down to her reflection in small pond.

“For an eternal youth…”

With a passionate expression he ended his symphony like a true conductor with a final press on the keyboard to send away the idea and requests towards different people within the company to ask for the artist to set up the shoots and find locations.

A quick glance over to the other side made him close down his computer. With a couple of steps he walked away to look down on to the city and its magical lights. In the distance the sun was peaking up from the horizon.

Keeping his hands in front of his mouth he yawns and turns around towards his own room.

But it was in his heart he felt an unbelievable urge to tell Ms, Sneaux his idea. Though he could not deny the feelings he was having and tell her about all of them. It was a good excuse as any to enter her bedroom as they both were working on this project.

He didn’t walk over intentionally but he had his hand on the door knob to her bedroom and knocked before opening the door. Light from the office cut through the darkness, creating an illuminated path towards the corner of the bed.

Ears picked up on the slow, shallow and soft breaths that came from the bed. As he sets food inside the room. “Ms. Sneaux? Rowena…?”

Pike asked quietly not wanting to wake up in a great shock. With a slow tread he walks up to the bed and clearly picks up on the fact she had to have woken up some time at night, since her clothes were piled up next to her bed. He could not help but blush at the thought of her naked body, which laid still on her back in the middle of the bed.

Unmoving and with the sweet scent of apple getting stronger it made him feel even more excited. He knelt down beside her and closes in to her face. Being this close to her made his heart race inside his throat and sweep an image form one of his dreams through his mind. Flustered and in a low trembling voice he called out to her again. “Rowena, wake up please. I have something I need to tell you.’

A bit hesitant he reaches out to touch her upper arm to try and give her a tiny shake. The touch was anything but he had experienced before. Shocked he pulls it back and lands on his bottom. Eyes have frozen wide open and the jaw dropped with an undeniable shock!

Unsure of what happened he crawls back on his knees and traces the arm up to wards her shoulder and only to get shaken up again when he felt her lips. She was like a porcelain doll. With a cold, glass like feel

‘What has happened in here?”

Pike came to work and in a single day his entire life and that of Rowena was thrown upside down. Out to create a campaign for a new crème inside an apartment he can’t leave. Not to mention sharing it with a woman he had been many sexual dreams off. And now he laid with a shallow breath and slow heartbeat, on a bed, looking like a life size doll.

To be Continued…

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Let us continue the story of Duncan and Princess Adelina and the journey they set out to make and safe the world from evil.

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Duncan did his utmost best to avoid saying anything that could possibly explode in his face and have this plate of food as well find its way to the floor. Such a waist all that glorious food. Multi coloured fruit like a palette neatly arranged to form a rainbow around its edge. In its middle cuts of meat were layered in a beautiful fan. Red, pink, drizzle with a dark brown sauce and a white that glistened from its moisture.

It was a mouthwatering sight and had Duncan change his focus for but a short second.

“So you was saying…?” The princess just started the conversation again.

With an uneasy smile and sweat pouring he just looked across the plate and swallowed away the accumulated saliva. “Should we not eat first?” He knitted his brows together and pulled the corner of his lips up into a forced smile. With eyes closed the tension inside him had him stop his breathing.

“Did I not say  wasn’t …” A growl from her tummy overruled her snarly remark. “You can talk while we eat.

-“Hè heh hè.” How could he not feel uneasy hearing such a thing. Duncan wasn’t good at this. Somehow he had managed but she… she. The brain came to a hold and exploded in confusion.

“I… I never heard of that nickname…” Duncan stalled his and took a deep breath.

-“Spit it out already, dumbass.” The princess shown her animal side as she ripped a piece of meat clean from a bone. Her teeth scratched across the surface. The sound of it made the hair in your neck stand straight up and scared little Duncan pale as a ghost.

The voice trembled heavy. “You do have a short temper Princess, Adelina … Miss. I mean, look at the roar in prison and that time you tried to kill me in the arena”

Duncan’s breathing stopped right there and then. Everything he wanted to say came out in a waterfall of words. It took just a piece of what looked like an apple to have him breath life. The crunch of his teeth that sunk into the fruit had its juices spilling out and drip across his chin.

Surprised by his answer the princess stopped and dropped the bone on the plate. But instead of her usual rage and roars she looked down at her greasy hands. There it was again.

A small blush that coloured her cheeks pink through all that fur. Unexpectedly she changed in front of Duncan. “You fool. You sure do not hold back when being honest, do you.”

-“Sorry, what…?”

Her gaze drifts away towards the window as she continues in a somewhat embarrassing tone. “I know, you are right. I never… Grubb tried to… Look, I… I JUST DON”T KNOW OKAY.” It was like a switch that got flipped to change her demeanour to on who stuffed pieces of sliced meat into her mouth and had her cheeks rounded up as if she was hamstering for an upcoming winter and underneath it all let out a inaudible whisper. “I wafent…”

We felt a sack of air roll and tumble inside our stomach. It had us stop and look silently at each other, while the scenery from our window was slowly changing. The ship had started to fly.

To be Continued…

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