The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Bethany]

Beth wrinkles her nose, wishing she hadn't caught all that. Not because of the act- she's done that before and while being bound isn't her favorite, she loves being spanked- but because now she's never going to get the image of the two of them fucking out of her head. "Right... I'll go get... you can use Merrill's dress for right now, to bind your hands at least and... Roland can help you learn how to do this safely if you... both want to continue. Ummm. Just remember neither of you are on... anything to prevent babies please? So keep it to mouths and hands," she finishes in a mutter. 

[Carver Amell]

Carver shakes his head, swallowing. "I just-- I just need to hurt for a bit. It's not-- I just--"

[Bethany]

It will be, unless I'm much mistaken, Beth thinks to herself. "Just... just keep it in mind please," she says, smiling weakly. With that, she turns to head back to the shore to get the dress. 

[Merrill]

Studying Carver closely, Merrill gingerly probes at the swollen lip she caused. "I get to h-heal you after," she demands suddenly. "I don't- I don't want to- to-" She drops her eyes suddenly, her other hand pressing against her stomach. Underneath, hidden by the water before and her hand now, she can feel the twisted ridge of stiff flesh ache. Not really of course, but shame can trick the mind very easily. "No scars," she finally whispers. "Not from m-me. Not ever."

[Carver Amell]

"Okay," he whispers. "If you're going to heal me, y-you can use the k-knife too."

[Merrill]

Merrill shudders a little. "Knives are b-bad," she says, voice trembling. Terry and his friend hadn't actually cut her... but the threat was enough to instill a strong, lingering dislike of the idea. Firming her voice, she points at the edge of the pool of water. "Go lean over the edge," she orders, voice quivering only a little. 

[Carver Amell]

He nods, bowing his head, and lets himself fall into despair as he moves to lean over the edge. Laying there, waiting, he closes his eyes, putting his hands behind his back, pressing his forehead into the smooth rocks used as a decorative border. I killed Mother. I destroyed our family. I'm bad. I deserve to be punished. I deserve to suffer.

[Isabela]

"Absolutely not!"

Marian has never heard Isabela turn down an offer of sex, nor has she heard such fury in the woman's voice. For that matter, neither has Zev, returning to their rooms with the fruit juice he'd gone to fetch. Even during his rescue, she was laughing, joking, flirting, the whole time. 

Marian flinches back, hugging her tome to her chest. "But why?" she whines, swallowing hard.

"That isn't-- Find someone else to enable you, Marian Hawke. I'm not going to help you with this one."

"But-- I thought you liked--"

"This is not sex," she snaps. "Out. Go. Before I throw you over my knee and show you what a bad idea it is."

Marian isn't sure she doesn't want to be thrown over Isabela's knee, but one look at the Captain's face and she scuttles out the door, nearly bumping into Zevran in her haste.

[Zevran]

Zevran pauses a moment, then carefully sets the juice down on the table nearby. "...ma'bela?" he asks cautiously.

[Isabela]

As he enters the room Marian's scuttling out of, Isabela mostly looks... tired, and a little old. She runs a hand over her face, shaking her head. "I'm fine." Isabela's always fine. "Our pup just came to me with a phenomenally stupid idea."

[Zevran]

"I seeeee," he says slowly, moving to kneel before her, though off to the side to make it clear he his not thinking of sex. "What happened, ma'bela?"

[Isabela]

She grabs for the chair at the desk and sinks into it, rubbing at her temples. "She had some-- some ritual idea, she'd designed. Wanted to use sex to raise the power required, see if she could enact a permanent change without triggering one of her little headaches. Wouldn't take my no for an answer."

[Zevran]

"I- I did not realize she- when did she learn how to make rituals?" he asks. I know nothing of such things, save how difficult they are said to be. How dangerous such things are to do.

[Isabela]

"I'm not sure -- you know our pup. Smarter than she has any right to be."

[Zevran]

"And she wanted to... power it with sex?" he sounds a touch intrigued at the idea. "I had no idea that was possible outside of bard's tales. What kind of change did she want?"