Stone's Throw

[GamesMaster]

"It's alright ,kitten. I've been with catfolk before. I know what you need." Her voice is soothing, gentle. 

[Andreas Amell]

"What I neeeeeeed," he gasped as she closed her hand around him again. Oh. Yes. That's-- fuck!"

[GamesMaster]

"Relax, kitten. This won't hurt. There's a spot inside you, that's going to make you feel so, so good." As she strokes him with one hand, her other hand trails a finger back to his entrance, circling it tenderly, gently. "Relax, deep breaths."

[Andreas Amell]

What? What is-- wait, I remember... but why is-- his stomach twisted, the various conditions he was under combining with a formless unease. "I don't-- ahhh, that's-- oooh!" His hips bucked upwards as he gasped.

[GamesMaster]

She slips a finger past his defenses, letting it sit there for him to get used to before shifting it a little further in. Then she crooks it and his world is nothing but formless, overwhelming pleasure. 

[Charon Tethras]

Time has no meaning. There's only lips, hands, cunts, tight and wet and firm, and occasional breaks for dried meats. Finally, Charon passes out, and when he wakes, he has an opportunity -- neither woman is actually inside his bedroom. Presuming they're in the sitting room just outside, he instead climbs out the window, making a run for cattown in only trousers. 

He skids to a stop, out of breath, at Lelldorin's temple, rushing to find his best friend. 

[Diligence]

When he slipped into the room he'd been sharing with Dil and Joy. The later is absent, as expected; Charon had heard Lelldorin's voice giving a lesson on maths on his way in, and Joy should (if she knew what was good for her) be there listening.

Inside the room, on the other hand, was silent and dim but not dark. In one corner, Dil shaved curl after curl of fragrant wood off of a wooden plank nearly as long as Dil is tall and half the width. The shape of it was already done, making its future as a sign clear enough. For somewhere fairly fancy too, given Dil's current focus on creating a border design of vines and flowers. "Joy, back to-- ugh, what's that smell?"

[Charon Tethras]

"Dil," he whimpers, staggering forward. "Dil, something's wrong with  me, I need your help."

[Diligence]

The kobold's tongue flickered out briefly, then Dil's face twisted in revulsion. "Are you sick?  A fever?" You smell like sweat and gross. 

[Charon Tethras]

"No, it's -- they said its my heat, I -- I need to be somewhere safe."

[Diligence]

"Oh. Okay. Uhh. What does that mean in this context?" Dil asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet. 

[Charon Tethras]

"I don't know. I need... money. Andreas has money. Shit, where'd he say he was going to be staying..."

[Diligence]

"At his/your not-dad's place?"

[Charon Tethras]

"No, that's where I'm staying."

[Diligence]

"Right, yeah, umm. Okay. I could pay for a cheap room for a couple of days, I think," Dil offered. The tip of his tail was flicking back and forth rapidly, agitation and considering both.