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myths-and-magictricks · 4 years

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Evil boys+1: Maar&Renfred+Izra tidbits [NSFW]

So, these are some info on my characters. Long post under the cut.

Renfred is a Chaotic Evil Human Storm Cleric of Talos, Maar is a Neutral Evil Tiefling Assassin.

Renfred is one year older then Maar, who is less than a year older than Izra. Currently Renfred is 29, Maar 28 and Izra 27.

Renfred has a very calm expression when he’s, well, calm. He doesn’t look like the Storm Cleric he is. With his alignment hidden he can easily pretend to be one of the good guys. He hasn’t got much stamina for this. That’s why Maar is the one holding him together when their mission does not require them to kill everyone in the room at that specific moment.

The first time they have sex together (see fic) happens some years before the age I plan them to have when I play them in D&D; afterwards they start having sex together regularly.

There's nothing romantic between them (Renfred should direclty be aromantic himself), but they've been friends since childhood and working (and having sex) together benefits both of them.

Maar is the only one who can call Renfred "Ren" without facing his rage, since it’s the nickname he gave him when they were kids. Many other villains have been beaten by Renfred because they thought they could call him by nickname. Izra too used to call him Ren, but they didn’t have many chances to meet in their adulthood.

Renfred is a top. There’s nothing to do about it. Maar is a sub, an enthusiastic one. Izra is a bit of a switch, but mostly he’s a passive top. (all three together would have Maar sandwitched between the two)

They grew up together from three-four years old until ten or so, before the evil association their orphanage belong to were discovered and attacked by the good guys, and Izra realized they were evil and fled. Renfred is still angry with him, and they had met only a couple of times since then. Maar has seen Izra multiple times during the years, and when they did met when no one of the two was working they simply chatted like old friends. Maar deep down still hope to get him to turn evil with them.

Izra won’t.

One day they agreed to meet in peace in a secret place, in memory of their childhood. Renfred and Izra nearly started to fight but thankfully Maar managed to stop them, and the rest of the day went surprisingly nice.

They met all together only once more, but that was Maar’s idea just to have sex with both of them. Izra complained but didn’t refuse :p

Renfred has a big scar from his left shoulder all across the front of his body until his right hip. He got it when he was in his early teens, around sixteen, from a holy blade. He doesn’t know who was the knight who did it to him. He was left for dead among the corpses of many other youngsters. He survived by a miracle. He stayed on the thin line between life and death for days. Since he woke up during a storm, he aknowledged it as a sign from Talos that he was chosen, that he was saved directly by him.

It took a lot to heal properly from that wound, even with magic, and he was unabe to train, since he’s left handed and the blade cut straight through his left clavicle. Luckily the fracture was clean so he suffered no consequences and could heal properly.

The scar itself is quite wide, while in the center of it, where the tip of the blade cut, there’s a faint blueish line. If one were to open his body on that exact line they would find that even the parts inside (like bones) where the blade cut are blueish too. It’s a magical residue than can’t be dispelled without having consequences on Renfred’s health. He keeps it because it reminds him of his vengeance and, more importantly, of the vow he made to his god for saving him.

Maar misses his left horn, the leftovers of it carefully hidden by his white strand of hair. It broke in a fight in his early years, due to a mistake of his. Despite there being the chance to just have a magic user grow it back, he wants to keep it broken to remind himself of never doing certain things again. Renfred was the one who found him, passed out from blood loss (a major artery runs in the horns) and beat up the guy who was about to kill him. He was the only one who survived that ambush. It was the only time Renfred got near to the feeling of “fear”. They were young, and Maar still thinks he owes Ren one.

The scar on his chin was from when he was a kid. He got into a fight with an older kid and was losing to him and his friends. Renfred saw the fight and threw himself into it before even realizing Maar was the one being beaten. It was only when he broke the bigger kid’s arm and they fled that he realized Maar was there too. He helped him standing up and they left as if nothing has happened. It was the only time one of them had saved the other. Afterwards they either were together, but nobody would try to pick on a fight with them even alone (Renfred was, if not the strongest, the most wild kid to have in a fight, and nobody picked on him anymore; Maar after that episode learnt how to be sneaky with other kids and that was basically the start of his career).

Izra was and still is a shy kid, but one of the best in every class that didn’t require physical activity. He’s very good at drawing and a portrait of Maar is the reason he noticed him. Maar immediately introduced him to Renfred and they became a trio. His friendship with Renfred is the reason he rarely got picked on by other kids.

Maar got touched by dark magic and the shadow weave when he was a kid, as Izra did. This changed their skin. Izra fled when he was still young, so his hands are the only darkened part of his skin. Maar stayed and his whole complexion changed color. It started with his hands and a spot over his heart, crawling up his neck and down his hipbone. This left him with a severe sensitivity to bright lights, andduring bright days he wears goggles. Both of them can use darkness spells.

Maar’s original color of skin was reddish. Izra is pale bordering on sickly, but he’s fine. Renfred always looks pale since he’s usually with Maar but he’s actually a bit tanned. While he prefers stormy weather for obvious reasons, he doesn’t mind working outside in the sun, so he gets a bit of tan.

Izra has two tattoes, both on the left side of his body. One is on his chest and the other in his inner thigh. Lick it during sex and he melts down.

Both Izra and Maar are very sentitive, but Izra blushes far more easily.

Maar keeps a mental ranking of his sexual partners (it is very, very long). He won’t reveal who is the top one, but Renfred is surely very high, if not the top one himself.

Renfred is straight. Maar is the only guy he’s ever been with, and even then his reason are all messed up. Maar is pan, although he usually prefer males as they have better chances of being good tops, but he can recall pretty good fucks with women who pegged him, so he learnt to never discriminate between men and women. Izra is a blushing mess. Will get embarassed at everyone that flirts with him, and he never tries to flirt with anyone. Usually he goes with demisexual. He’d go with Maar and Renfred because a part of him, despite everything, still considers them his best friends.

Izra doesn’t talk much and is not suitable to be the face of a party, but his innate charisma makes so that the few times he talks everyone listen to him.

Izra suffers the cold, but doesn’t like too much heat either because it forces him to discard capes and such covers and this makes him insecure. Maar has a medium resistance to elements. Renfred suffers a bit the heat but he seems to be completely unphazed by cold weather. He’s been spotted multiple times in the snow wearing a sleeveless shirt. He’s also the warmest of the two.

Izra doesn’t like to fight. He specializes in illusions so he can flee. Maar fights only when necessary. So, if you don’t threaten him and nobody has payed him to kill you, you are safe in his presence. Killing people is a job for him and he doesn’t work for free. (Think of the Zoldycks from Hunter x Hunter) Renfred can and probably will kill you. He worship a god of massacre, he gets aroused killing multiple people at once. He WILL kill you. That’s why Maar is sent on missions with him, to restrain him. Maar is basically a babysitter. If you met Renfred before he starts wreacking havoc and ask him to show the way to worship Talos, probably he won’t kill you, but even welcome you with a smile. If you met him while he’s killing people and out of fear you try to say you want to follow his ways, he will probably kill you. He doesn’t have mercy for cowards. But if you lost a fight with him and ask to be converted, then you probably will survive. He likes strong fighters and likes being the one who subdued you. But betray him and he won’t hesitate to kill you.

Both Maar and Renfred knows the’s a slim chance they’ll have to fight to death with each other one day. Both are conviced to win. But also both of them wouldn’t be happy about it. Despite everything they care about each other. Yes, even Renfred does.

Try to point it out with him and there are good chances you won’t survive the encounter.

Renfred doesn’t have other friends. He has many acquaitances, but Maar is the only one he actively aknowledge as friend. He’s the only leftover of his childhood and, partially, when they’re alone the old Renfred comes to the surface a bit.

Do not try to do anything with Renfred’s hair. He doesn’t like them being pulled. He allows the person he’s having sex with to touch them (since he always untie his braid it’s nearly IMPOSSIBLE not to touch them), but he’s the only one who tends to them. Not even Maar was allowed to comb or braid them. He asked once and the no he got made clear that if he were to touch them that way there would be consequences. After that Maar has never done anything to try and touch them without permission. This happened when they were around 7 or 8, after Renfred has beaten up another kid (three years older) because he pulled his hair as a joke.

Both Maar and Renfred have their boundaries and they respect them. If one of them doesn’t want something done or said to them, the other doesn’t do it. It’s an unspoken rule between them since they were children, and it’s the core of their weird friendship. If Izra was still with them, it woud work the same way with him.

This invisible trust is the reason of that one time Renfred got his arm hurt and couldn’t braid his hair properly, and Maar was the one he asked or help. Tha was the first, and supposedly only, time Maar got to comb and braid Renfred’s hair. They’re quite straight and soft and it wasn’t difficult, but it was the only time Maar saw Renfred with a look on his face that much close as baing “embarassed”. Renfred doesn’t get embarassed, like, ever.

It happened a few times more. No more than once or twice a year, Ranfred has asked Maar to comb his hair while he meditated. Maar happily obliges since he gets a no-questions-asked favor from him for that.

He ALWAYS has a braid. The only times he unties them is when he has sex or when he can have his coveted massacre during a thunderstorm, where he prays his god, then massacre dozens of people, then prays again. He likes them flowing wildly in the wind. Afterwards usually more than 50% is covered in blood.

Maar’s tail is not much strong. It’s not prehensile, and can withstand more or less the weight of Mage Hand. The spikes at the end are sharp but not much sturdy, they can cut things but are not useful to stab people. They’re much similar to the ones of a hedgehog.

Izra is the only one who wear earrings regularly, but Maar will wear them if a disguise requires it. Renfred's ears are not pierced.

Renfred has always a couple of healing spells stored in his list, but he doesn’t tell people about them. The one that benefit the most of it is Maar. Not because he gets hurt during missions but because sometimes the sex betwen them got a bit too far. More than one time Maar has finished while bleeding on the bed, but Renfred has always healed him up. The first time Maar asked why, and Renfred answred that he needed him in top shape for the incoming mission. Maar thought he was being a bit tsundere, but Renfred asbolutely serious face stopped him, as he said that he’s not that irresponsible towards his friend. After that, a “thanks” and a “no problem” where the only words on the matter. Renfred is not embarassed by it. For once he the one weirded out by the other, he’s like “what, just because I’m evil I can’t have healing spells?” so it seems natural for him to heal Maar. He’s not one he intends to kill but have damaged him, so it’s normal he wants to fix him up. People are weird. He won’t say sorry, because if you and him went that far and he doesn’t plan to kill you it means you two agreed on how far you could take it. So he would just heal you afterwards. It doesn’t happen often with other people aside from Maar. Often the women he has sex with then gets killed. A few other villain women had had sex with him, but they either don’t live near him enough to develop a regular sex habit, or they’re too dominant for his tastes. He’d top them by force anyway but it left both of the unsatisfied so it didn’t last after a single time.

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milanmatens-blog · 6 years

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Film: Ready Player One

Never, ever underestimate Steven Spielberg. That’s the biggest takeaway from “Ready Player One,” an immersive sci-fi spectacle about a future overrun by virtual reality gaming, and the world’s most famous commercial director has transformed it into a mesmerizing blockbuster steeped in callbacks to the best of them. It runs too long and drags a bunch in its final third, but make no mistake: This is Spielberg’s biggest crowdpleaser in years, a CGI ride that wields the technology with an eye for payoff. It’s also his most stylized movie since “A.I.: Artificial Intelligence,” though a lot more fun, with a cavalcade of visuals leaving the impression that he watched a bunch of Luc Besson movies and decided he could outdo them all. The result is an astonishing sci-fi spectacle and a relentless nostalgia trip at once.

Ernest Cline’s 2011 novel compensated for its literary shortcomings with a phenomenal premise, a precise futuristic vision just familiar enough to seem viable. In the year 2045, while much of the world lies in poor shape and the bulk of humanity wastes its days in the Oasis, a massive virtual reality designed by the late billionaire tech genius James Halliday (Mark Rylance, seen in flashbacks under an unkempt wig and a strange American accent) and his business partner (Simon Pegg). Diehard players wear avatars of their choosing as they roam through the Oasis’ sprawling galaxies, engaging with a plethora of pop-culture reference points (Batman! Transformers! “Back to the Future”!) that inspired geeky Hallidan, an ’80s kid who probably grew up on Spielberg movies, too. The premise is ideally suited for a pricey studio production: The bulk of its scenes unfold in a digital world, opening the floodgates for an overwhelming CGI pileup that steals from revered big-budget movies because that’s what the players do, too.

Spielberg and screenwriter Zak Penn are faithful to the book’s protagonist, disgruntled Ohio orphan Wade Watts (Tye Sheridan) who escapes a drab routine with his aunt and her abusive boyfriend by living in a trailer nearby. Most of the time, he’s buried in his VR headset and wandering the Oasis as Parzival, who looks like a cheap Final Fantasy knockoff, and hangs with his best pal Aech (Lena Waithe). The friends have never met in real life, but they don’t really need to — their entire social lives exist within the confines of the Oasis, where they join an endless stream of players in following the breadcrumbs Halliday left when he died: Find all the clues leading to a series of hidden keys in his world, and his company’s stock belongs to you.

This futuristic Willy Wonka setup leads players to engage in a trepidatious online racetrack populated by a hilarious range of threats, from King Kong to a T.rex straight out of “Jurassic Park” (one of the few times Spielberg references one of his own credits). Wade’s an expert gamer, but nobody gets past Kong — not even Ar3mis (Olivia Cook), the pink-haired speed demon with whom Wade’s utterly smitten. There’s nothing particularly unique about Wade, but the movie’s throwbacks extend to its live-action scenes as well: He’s the typical white kid ready to rule the world, a Spielberg staple since “E.T.”, and through perseverance he finally cracks the code to get to the first key. Intrigued (and possibly a little smitten herself), Ar3mis joins forces with Wade/Parzival and Aech in a quest to find the other keys.

This prolonged setup inevitably leads to some major complications courtesy of the movie’s central villain, corporate overlord Nolan (Ben Mendelsohn), who employs an entire army to find the keys before Wade and his pals. Aided by a gothic monster henchman named i-R0k (who talks like Skeletor and sounds, hilariously, like T.J. Miller), Nolan concocts an evil scheme to take control of the Oasis before those annoying kids nab the prize. From there, “Ready Player One” trips over its exciting momentum, tumbling into a series of flashy battle sequences and rapid-fire strategy sessions until it finally winds back to a satisfying conclusion.

Nevertheless, the first hour marks some of the most viscerally engaging filmmaking Spielberg has ever done, starting with the moment Wade speeds through a virtual racetrack in a DeLorean time machine (Robert Zemeckis gets more than one nod) and continuing into a holographic showdown that pitches into the real world.

In Cline’s book, a lethal twist leads the character into a bleak, solitary chapter of his life that Spielberg’s too earnest to touch; instead, the movie becomes a triumphant tale of gamers taking charge on the battlefield. “Ready Player One” wants to make people who love its references celebrate them all over again. While it lacks edge, subtlety, or the genuine dread to explore life in a complete technocracy, it does find the Iron Giant battling Mechagodzilla while a rock-heavy soundtrack featuring everything from Blondie to the Bee Gees underscores the mayhem.

Penn’s screenplay (co-credited to Kline) lands on a few enticing moments outside the Oasis, most of which revolve around Mendolsohn’s character, a wonderful caricature of an executive eager to exploit his product even as he knows nothing about it. (When Wade challenges Nolan with trivia about John Hughes movies, Nolan shoots back with help from a lackey whispering the answers in his ear.)

“You think I’m just a corporate asshole,” Nolan says, and Spielberg may as well be saying the same thing to a skeptical audience: On paper, “Ready Player One” certainly looks like another ill-conceived Hollywood product, but this 71-year-old Hollywood veteran is determined to make something better than that. The movie’s greatest sequence is a prolonged homage to Stanley Kubrick’s “The Shining” too rich with details to spoil here, but needless to say, this is not a brainless blockbuster so much as an attempt to elevate the blockbuster form in its own language.

Once “Ready Player One” winds down, it can’t match the ecstatic contact high of encountering the movie’s trickery from the outset. The bulk of the live-action scenes lack the crisp energy of the Oasis, and Spielberg can’t match the forward momentum with character depth to spare. Wade and his pals have backstories, but they mostly just dangle in the background. This should come as no surprise in a movie that fetishizes its technological polish. As one savvy player puts it, “Reality is a bummer.”

Eventually, “Ready Player One” becomes the very thing its characters admire, a preponderance of commercial entertainment smashed together into singular blockbuster chaos. Spielberg’s roving digital camera (for the first time, this celluloid fetishist has reason to abandon ship) is aided by effective motion-capture performances and ever-changing landscapes. None of that changes the retrograde gender politics: This is a typical boy’s movie that will strike younger audiences as being out of sync with the current moment (just imagine what might happen if Waithe and Sheridan traded places), but then, so’s the nostalgia-laden Oasis.

“Ready Player One” is one of the more clever excuses to run wild with special effects. Of course, that outcome makes sense from a filmmaker whose entire legacy has been steeped in showmanship. As it cycles through dozens of references to past achievements, “Ready Player One” amounts to a frenetic attempt at remaking the past 30-odd years of popular culture by one of its greatest architects. Without seeing the movie, it’s hard to imagine anyone could turn it into a satisfying product; by the end, it’s clear that only Steven Spielberg can.

Eric Kohn

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Als eerste wil ik meegeven dat deze film mij vanaf het moment dat ik erover wist aansprak. Steven Spielberg is met deze film dan ook gericht op een specifieke doelgroep.

Vooral het eerste uur zit de film vol met CGI. Ik ben akkoord met het feit dat dit Spielbergs meest aantrekkelijke film is om te kijken. Je fantasie slaat op hol bij het kijken van al de mogelijkheden die ‘The Oasis’ te bieden heeft. Steven laat duidelijk zien hoe creatief hij kan zijn en trekt hiermee veel mensen van mijn leeftijd aan.

Trouwe gamers zullen veel van de ontelbare referenties in de film zonder enige twijfel hebben opgemerkt. Ik persoonlijk heb redelijk wat personages gezien van games die ik zelf speel of ken. Dit was een groot pluspunt voor mij en waarschijnlijk ook voor vele anderen. Mensen die niet gekend zijn met de gamewereld zullen zich niet thuis voelen in deze film. Zoals Eric Kohn zegt: Het is een echte jongensfilm.

Jammer genoeg ben ik ook akkoord met het tekort aan diepgang van de personages. Het eerste uur vol CGI laat je met teleurstelling wachten in het tweede uur. Het hoofdpersonage en zijn vrienden net als de slechteriken hebben amper tot geen achtergrondverhaal. Het contrast van actie in ‘The Oasis’ en van in de echte wereld is te groot waardoor alles wat er in werkelijkheid gebeurd ronduit saai is.

De humor in het verhaal is zwak en vaak zelfs misplaatst wat de scène en de identiteit of het karakter van het personage in kwestie verpest. Het plot is ook wat teveel zwart wit naar mijn mening. Het cliché ‘Het goede verliest altijd van het kwade’ komt teveel tot uiting.

Al bij al was de film aangenaam om te kijken. Steven Spielberg is de geknipte persoon om een evenwicht tussen inhoud en beeld te zoeken. Ook al was het alles behalve perfect, niemand had het beter gekund. Het acteren was zeker meer dan ok. Tye Sheridan paste perfect bij zijn personage als Wade. Ik had hoge verwachtingen die niet volledig werden voldaan maar het is niet je alledaagse blockbuster.

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He finally managed to find her, wonder what would have happened if he didn't land up there in time. He could hear the jingle of her earrings but wasn't able to see her. He was desperate to find her as she, being a problem magnet always attract problems towards her, well not only problems but even you get attracted towards her, don't you? His inner voice said and he kept quite, didn't bother to answer it back. Pia was going in search of her mother and how much ever he tried to explain her that he's not evil, he's not bad, he didn't harm Professor Nishant purposefully, she was not in a mood to listen to him or let him accompany her. She was mad at him for many reasons and he couldn't blame her for that. As soon as she pulled out that wood away from his body, she left. He was screaming on top of his voice telling her to stop as she might get into some other trouble but instead she created an invisible barrier between them and left from there. "PIA", he shouted and facepalmed himself. This girl can't even stay away from problems even for a second and wants to go alone, he cursed under his breath. He immediately ran towards her and this time even the invisible force didn't stop him from reaching his Pia, his mate. Without thinking any further he straight away jumped into the pool and held her by her waist with one hand holding her hand tight. As soon as he touched her, his eyes started glowing and she always loved when his eyes glowed. It showed the spark that he have for her. She struggled under his hold and was yelling at him, "Main khud apni madad kar sakti hoon, tumhe meri fikr karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai. Chodo mujhe!" This time he wasn't in a mood to listen, "Tum itni ziddi kyun ho Pia? Mai jo kar raha hu, mujhe karne do." Saying so he lifted her in his arms and she had the flashback of their earlier pool encounter where he left her inside the pool, she came out of her trance as soon as they both came out of the pool. "Tumhara dhyaan kaha rehta hai, dekh kar nahi chal sakti?" She was about to say something but he sushed her by saying, "Ab aur kuch mat kaho." This time in a calm tone she said, "Main bas ye keh rahi thi ki main khud bahar aa sakti thi." She began to go from there but since they were standing at the edge of the pool and due to the water she slipped and he caught hold of her in time. His grip on her waist was tighter this time to prevent her from falling back. He wanted to hold her close to him for the rest of his life and never letting her go away from him at any cost. He made her stand properly and stated, "Kuch hi der me andhera hone wala hai, is tarah se jungle me bhatakta theek nahi hoga. Aaj raat hum isi ghar me rukenge." For a change, she didn't argue and agreed. Both of them went inside the house and Pia started drying her hairs with her dupatta. Ansh sat at a distance and was mesmerized by Pia. He wanted to distract his mind from thinking all sorts of weird things which he had been thinking from past couple of weeks since she agreed to stay at Rathore House but his mind had already started running in a different direction. Pia herself was the biggest distraction for Ansh and she standing in front of him that too totally wet was not helping. The water dripping from her hairs made him want her more. He wanted to kiss every inch of her body and mark her as his, only and only his. He noticed that due to being wet her kurti was sticking to her body and it showed far more than it covered. He couldn't take it anymore and stood just behind her, he stroked her bare back with his fingers, she froze at her spot for a second and turned back only to meet his gaze which was brimming with desires. She tries to say something but seeing him so close to him, she lost her courage to say or do anything. With each step of him taking forward she started moving back till she hit the wall and as soon as she hit the wall she closed her eyes. Ansh blocked her between him and the wall, touched her face gently with the back of his fingers and loved how she reacts to his touches. He demanded her to open her eyes, "Pia! Meri aankhon me dekho." She didn't respond, he said again "Pia... aankhen kholo." She opened her eyes slowly but didn't dare to look into his eyes and lowered her face. Ansh held her chin and lifted her face to meet her gaze. He was intensely looking at her eyes which were the key to her soul. Without speaking a word their eyes said it all, the angst, the love, the desire, the longing which they had for each other. "Tumhe bhi mere paas aane se utna hi farq padta hai jitna ki mujhe." He stated. "Lekin main kabhi bhi aisa kuch nahi karunga jo tumhari marzi ke khilaaf ho" saying so he gave her enough time to back out if she wanted to but she didn't even move an inch. She wanted to be there, this close or maybe more close to him forever. He got his answers, "Mujhe mera jawab mil gaya and now I don't think I would be able to hold it back anymore." He gently brushed this thumb on her lips and she held the cloth of her kurti tightly which didn't go unnoticed by Ansh. Before he could do anything more, she hugged him and this time very tightly. He hugged her back without hesitating and his hands started roaming all over her back. They stood there in the same position for very long. They broke the hug but Pia still being in Ansh's arms, she gently caressed his face to reassure that this isn't a dream. "Ye sach hai Pia aur main tumhare saath hoon, tumhare paas hoon." He said looking into her eyes. Her eyes were moist and said rather asked, "Tum dobara mujhe kabhi chodkar nahi jaaoge na?" "Pia main itna bada lappujhanna bhi nahi hu jo tumhe chodh ke jaaun" he said making her giggle. He felt happy seeing her smile after so many days. "Aisehi hansti raha karo." As Pia was still in his arms, Ansh started getting naughty thoughts. He checked her out from top to bottom and said, "Pia tumhare kapde..." She read his thoughts and became all red like a tomato and said, "Ansh tum kitne bade lappujhanne ho, mujhe pata hai tumhare dimaag me kya chal raha hai!" Saying so she pushed him back and was about to run but he held her hand and pulled her back in his arms. Her back collided with his taut frame and he hugged her from back encircling his hands around her belly. Keeping his chin on her shoulder said, "Main to bas ye keh raha tha ki tumhare kapde bheeg gaye hai, tumhe sardi lag jaayegi. Inhe utar do." He said naughtily. Pia who was already red like a tomato wanted to hide her face. "Ab humse kya sharmana" he was getting more and more naughty. He turned her around so that she can face him. She hid her face in his chest. "Itna sharmaogi to mere liye ye samajhna mushkil ho jaayega ki tamatar zyaada laal hota hai ya tum." He was not in a mood to stop teasing her. She started hitting him for his besharminess. "Arrey! Maar kyun rahi ho." "Tum kitne besharam ho Ansh." She was looking too cute while fighting with him. He held her hand tightly to which she said, "Chodo mera haath." "Ab ye haath aur saath kabhi nahi chodunga." She looks even more beautiful and attractive when she is angry and Ansh kept reducing the distance between them to kiss her rosy lips. Seeing his eyes closed, Pia pushed him back and ran from there giggling. "Itni jaldi nahi Ansh Rathore, Pia ko paane ke liye thodi mehnat karni padegi." "Pia tumhe to main... Ruko wahi pe tum." He kept running behind her to catch her. The entire house echoed with their giggles and laughter. Now it was Pia's turn to tease him, "Kya hua Ansh? Main to Prem Chopra hoon na... Ab nahi kahoge don't touch me, door raho mujhse aur kya kehte the tum mujhe... Haan abhi recently to kaha tha get out, mujhe tumhari koi parwah nahi hai and blah blah." "Pia tum aise nahi manogi." He used his powers to reach her and held her waist tightly haq se and pulled her closer. "Ab nahi hansogi?" He asked in a husky voice. "Ansh... wo main... She wasn't able to say anything. He started nuzzling her neck, Pia's breath hitched. Her heart started racing rapidly. He trailed wet kisses down her neck, he kissed every inch of her face, her forehead, her closed eyelids, her cheeks, her button nose and finally captured her rosy lips. He tilted his head, held her head in place while he devoured her mouth. Pia kept pulling him closer while her hands roamed through his hairs. He kissed her like she's the only thing in the whole world which he wished to have. They drew apart, gasping for breath. Ansh started kissing her all over again and she whimpered in frustration as he wasn't allowing her to do anything. She started kissing and touching him wherever he let her. She kissed his jaw, his cheek, his neck and he groaned. He looked at her with a smirk and before she could understand what was going in his mind, he cupped her left breast. Pia's breath hitched and her heartbeat increased. She wasn't expecting that move. She moaned, "Ansh" as his thumb brushed over her nipple. He kneaded her breast saying, "Pia tum nahi jaanti mai kabse is din ka intezaar kar raha hoon. I always wanted to touch you in this manner since the day I tied your dori on the terrace. Pia I want you." "Then take me" was all that she could speak. Without wasting much time he lifted her and headed towards the bedroom. He placed her on the bed gently and continued from where they stopped. Pia pushed him and now he sat leaning his back on the headboard. She shifted on his lap, caressing his face and hairs while he placed his hands on her waist. Kissing the corner of his mouth, she pulled his jacket out. She demanded him to take off his t-shirt, "T-shirt utaro." He told her to take it off, "Tum hi utar do." Now Pia was being impatient and started pulling his t-shirt over his head and he helped her taking it off. She caressed his abs and kissed his jaws, neck, shoulder blade, chest and was moving southwards. Ansh couldn't take it anymore and pulled her back, sealing her lips in a kiss. He quickly pulled her kurti and rest of their clothing off them. He was mesmerized seeing her like that, "Pia, you're gorgeous." She blushed at his complement. He made her lie on the bed. He looked into her eyes adoringly as if asking her permission for the last time. She blinked her eyes signaling him to go ahead. His hands started exploring her, he didn't want to leave any place untouched. His hands and mouth were doing wonders to her body. He kneaded her breasts and felt her nipple harden under his touch. He loved how she reacted to his touch. He bit her just above her breast, she moaned, "Ansh..." he licked the spot to soothe the pain. He massaged both of her soft yet firm tits and sucked each of them one by one. Pia's hands were roaming all over him and was pulling him close to her. He kissed each and every part of her body and didn't leave any part untouched. Her entire body was trembling with the most beautiful assault his hands and lips were doing to her. His tongue flickered over her navel, she pulled him back and kissed his lips hard. "Make me yours." She managed to whisper through her trembling lips. He kissed her forehead and the next moment she felt him inside her. He had already marked her as his and now sealed their love. She dug her nails in his back and the only thing which she remembered was Ansh... Ansh and only Ansh. He made love to her gently, passionately and sometimes fiercely making both of them insane, breathless and greedy for more. The room was filled with their moans. Their bodies moved in unison and god knows for how many times they had it that night. The moon and the fireflies were the witness to their union. Ansh covered both of them with the sheet, keeping his head close to her heart they both dozed off in each other's arms. White Lilac

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