The Price is a Steep One [Private]

[Tsumiko]

Tsumiko had been spending a lot of time in Twilight Town. A lot had happened during her stay, being given just about anything that she asked for by the Darkson’s. That was still something the songstress was getting adjusted to, and had a tendency to avoid doing. Being the independent, head-strong woman that she was, Tsumiko rarely asked for help. Not that she wasn’t grateful for it, but she didn’t want to impose upon their goodwill. They were busy people, after all…

Sighing quietly to herself, the silver-blue haired woman was walking back and forth along the barrier that surrounded the plaza that once stood before the old clock tower. Now, there was only the momento of the world’s main landmark, a small monument that was erected in the tower’s shape. With her arms outstretched, the woman balanced on that short wall, teetering back and forth. Tsumiko quietly hummed a soft song to herself as she did, eyes cast down at her feet.

She was wearing a black tank top, and over that, a white button-up shirt. The woman left those buttons undone, letting the thin, nearly see through fabric flutter freely in the gentle breeze. The sleeves came to her elbows, pinned in place with small brown buttons. One her legs were simple, light blue jeans, appearing to be bleached and torn in some places. That was just the way she bought them. The songstress always made sure to care for her belongings. On her little piggies, Tsumi wore red strap-on sandals that strapped around her ankles. All that she wore were gifts from her new family. Again, she was grateful for all that they did for her. Her hair was even put up by Marigold into an elegant braided updo.

And so, dressed in a piece of her new wardrobe, the songstress sung to herself and was deep in thought. Pondering what was discussed and all that happened a few days ago. Marigold, and now all of the Darkson’s were hunting down a boy that she believed to be of a misunderstood nature. Darius, though he was a little difficult to understand at times, didn’t strike the songstress as a bad kid. In fact, she felt quite the opposite. If it came down to it, Tsumiko would be everything in her power to protect and save him from whatever fate was being planned for him. He was her friend, and she’d be damned if he got hurt. Even if he did start the fire, she believed firm in her heart that he never meant to hurt anyone.

Then there was the confrontation with Veara. Being that she had been a little, ahem… tipsy at the time, the songstress didn’t remember much about what was said, precisely. What she did remember was that she had attempted to apologize to the blonde for everything. For abandoning him on the beach of Destiny Island the night they met, and why she did. For the distant behavior she had while they spoke in Radiant Garden. And what she was feeling very guilty for, was the one, singular word she spoke. After repeating the scene to herself over and over, she realized that it sounded like anything than what it was. And was important to the woman that she made sure the blonde understood how very sorry she was for any misunderstanding.

Sure, she helped to put together and host the grand opening of the nightclub Crow’s Alley. That was definitely a fun night, something that help her to just let loose and have fun for a handful of hours. She had met quite a number of persons, and that in and of itself made her very happy. She even managed to get a kiss from her love at midnight. That was a big first for her that she definitely wanted to become an annual tradition.

And so, Tsumiko continued to pace back and forth on the empty plaza’s wall, her humming having turned to hushed singing. The day was still young, and she had been wondering what to do with herself. Turning around to begin pacing again in the other direction, the songstress nearly lost her balance, and tumbled off the cliffside. But the woman was able to easily catch herself and resumed her slow, steady steps.

[Gwain Darkson]

"Tsumiko." His voice seemed to bounce off the "invisible walls" that had surrounded the plaza, while in reality, that was just King Darkson who had whispered into his love's ear. Gwain had leaned over a bit and had to make sure he was at the right amount of space, so he could quickly move back, after he caught her before she fell off the cliff-side. Should she turn around, her eyes would feast themselves upon the visage that was his smiling face. The young man had been quite pleased to see her, very much so. However, there had been one thing that irritated him for some time now...

A couple of days back at their meeting, Tsumiko had told her king to wait for her to return, while she went off to go take care of something. He listened and spent his time in the newly christened building, that overlooked the rest of Twilight Town. While he tended to organizing the Darkson forces alongside Ysl'Dae, his silver-blue haired woman had been off and speaking with another man. This man, who wore blonde hair, the one who he had seen back at the meeting that same day. Schwartz, the one who brought him there, mentioned to Gwain specifically that Tsumi had been intoxicated, but went on to speak about some rather heavy stuff. When told about this, the king had fell into a sort of... Disbelief.

At first, he just rationalized it as her being under the influence and just speaking out of her own ass, but what the woman described to him sounded as though they were a bit closer to one another. Gwain didn't really know what to think at first and mused over the occurrence. Now, he trusted the songstress and did so with his whole heart, yet if she had second thoughts about their relationship, or he wasn't adequate enough for her then he had to know. That wasn't a matter of debate, because the man wasn't about to just stay there in a union where both people weren't happy. The thought dwelt on his mind for the days that lead up to now, and so, he sought out his love as soon as possible. That's why he ended up there, behind her, at the plaza, arms crossed over his chest, and solemn smile on his features.

"Have time to talk?" The young man asked. He wasn't going to be hostile about it, and he definitely wasn't going to accuse, but he was going to figure out the truth. The reason why it irritated him, was because of the words used. After all, drunk minds speak honest hearts.

[Tsumiko]

Hearing her name being called out of seemingly nowhere, it startled the songstress quite a bit and she looked up in a bit of shock. The quick motion had almost caused her to lose her balance a second time. Luckily for her, a familiar face was there to catch her. Setting foot upon the ground, Tsumiko turned around to face her love, and returned his smile with a bright, loving one. “Ah!~ Gwain, hello!” She said with an overjoyed tone, embracing him tightly around the waist. His presence always brought her happiness unlike anything else, and loved nothing more than to just simply be with him.

Taking a small step back, the woman remained with her arms circled around him. She beamed up at him, but soon tipped her head to the side. There was something that hid itself deep in his eyes, that much she could tell. But what it was and why, she couldn’t make out. Tsumiko was soon to find out, however, as the king asked her his question.

The songstress nodded, her bright expression turning to one of concern and curiosity. “Y-Yeah, of course.” Had something happened? Did she do something wrong? If that were the case, then she was happy that he came to her to talk about it, rather than just let his imagination run wild and let paranoia or doubt consume him. After all, Tsumiko loved Gwain with all her heart. If there were any concerns born of her actions, then she’d want to quell them as soon as she could. Looking behind her for a moment, she took a seat on the low rising wall that she had formerly been pacing, and urged her love to do the same. "S-So what's up..?" She asked him in a soft tone.

[Gwain Darkson]

There was that gentleman-like, play-boy smile of his that he gave Tsumiko once she had agreed to speak, and it even widened when she offered him a seat on the barrier. The young man walked on over and sat next to her. He was tall enough as to where just sitting on the thing, his two feet were right on the ground. His head tipped back a bit and he gazed up into the sky. Twilight Town always appeared so gloomy, but in a rather beautiful sense of the word. The fact such a positive adjective can be placed to a negative one in such way seemed silly, which caused the king to chuckle to himself for a bit. After a bit of distracting himself, Gwain let out a soft sigh and turned his crimson-red orbs down to the floor. Now or never at this point...

"How close are you to Veara?" He asked easily. The question was simple and from what Gwain had understood from all of what Schwartz told him, they had to have been close. Close enough for her to go off on a small, drunken rant in the form of an apology, in order to mend some sort of wounds they had both suffered. When that came across his mind, the king almost thought it silly that he overreacted in a way. But the word choice was always the most important even if the intention was to heal. All things considered, he had hoped that the young woman hadn't jumped too hastily into a relationship with him, if her heart had been softened by another. Regardless, whatever it is that the songstress had to say to him, he'd listen.

A gentle wind blew once his thought concluded and his black locks had gently followed the breeze. His hands were slid into his pockets of the black jeans he wore, with the buttons on his white shirt done all the way up to his neck. The king appeared quite fancy with that outfit he had on for even his shoes appeared to be new. Yet, this was his casual wear and to complete the look his hair was tied into a neat ponytail.

[Tsumiko]

There was a bit of relief that came over her when Tsumiko laid eyes upon that smile. That was the face that she had grown accustomed to and loved. The king took a seat beside her, his legs being long enough to completely touch the cobblestone. The songstress herself could only just reach, the tips of her red sandals brushing the ground. She tipped her head to the side with a mild curiosity as she watched Gwain tilt his head back. After a short moment, he chuckled, and turned his red gaze to the ground where he let out a light sigh.


What he had to say caused the songstress to look at him with surprised, wide eyes. Yes, it was a simple question, but those handful of words said a lot, and made Tsumiko pause to reflect upon the situation, and why Gwain might feel wary about the blonde. Was it… Was it because of the heartfelt apology that she gave him some days back? It was quite possible that someone had told him something, and perhaps misread the situation. If that were the case, then Tsumiko could understand why the king may have felt the need to ask. Closing her parted lips, she joined him in looking at the stone beneath their feet. She sat assembling her words for a moment, feeling that gentle breeze in on her skin, and then stood from her seat. The woman turned to face Gwain, and, after nestling herself between his legs, hugged his head into her chest.

She kissed the top of his head, and rest her lips there. Stroking his hair, Tsumiko spoke in a soft, loving tone. “Veara... is nothing more than a friend, my love. There were words that I said that weighed heavily upon my heart and I sought out forgiveness, even if he himself didn’t believe I did anything wrong. It has since been dealt with, and so, that weight is now gone. Now, I turn my deepest apologies to you, Gwain. If I had caused you doubt or concern, then I am sorry. When it comes to romantic bonds, there is only room enough for you in my heart. I need to others.”

The silver-blue eyed woman then leaned back, and took the man’s face into her hands. Gently, Tsumiko rubbed her thumbs against his cheeks and smiled at him. “I love only you, Gwain. No one and nothing will ever change that.” She said to him, before leaning in and placing her lips against his. The kiss lingered for a moment, before she broke it to look him deep in the eye. She meant every word she said to him, and conveyed it with how she gazed at him.

[Gwain Darkson]

Gwain's legs had easily separated and having the songstress come in so close to him in that manner, managed to wash away a bit of the doubt in his head. That bit of it was replaced with a sense of sexual urgency, as she then came in and held him close to her chest. He didn't resist her one bit and rested his ear against the top of her breasts, in order to get a feel for her heartbeat. When kissed, the young man couldn't help but let out a soft blush. Despite his appearance, the man was sensitive in the heart and was easily able to be won over by those who have certain influences. Tsumiko wasn't any exception to that fact and he quite easily melted away by her touch and words. This was shown when she began her explanation.

"Room for only one, huh?" The man repeated and turned his crimson orbs up to the woman, who comforted him and succeeded in the act. Gwain hadn't really expected Tsumi to kiss him, but upon being pulled in, and how her soft lips felt upon his, the king managed to believe her. That was shown when his arms had reached around and pressed the young woman further into his own body. One had had rested against one of her shoulders and the other had wrapped her hips. The kiss was deepened and when it finished, his eyes locked onto her own. This time, those brilliant crimson-reds had shown with passionate love, but something else...

How long had it been? Two, three months? Maybe it had been longer, maybe ever since he had arrived in the new universe did the young man forget to feed himself. After all, he was a vampire and the one thing those creatures of the night needed more than anything, was blood. This sudden feeling of hunger had loomed over him like dark clouds after he listened to his love's heartbeat. When their kiss was released, he hadn't realized that his own two fangs showed themselves. These hunting tools of his had stood out quite noticeably and rested ever so gently over his bottom lip. These shined a bit brighter than his normal teeth. Besides that, he hadn't the idea that his eyes attempted to enchant the young woman. He entered a hunter's mode subconsciously and sought to feed from Tsumiko's neck.

Just the sight of it alone had his own heart race and his breathing became heavier. Ever so slowly, her veins started to become visible on her body...

[Tsumiko]

Tsumiko nodded in response to the king’s words, smiling softly. "Mmhmm!~" She had been wrapped up in his arms, being pulled in closer to his body. The reaction was something that made the songstress feel at ease, and as though she was able to relieve Gwain’s concerns. Looking down at him, Tsumiko seen the love in his eyes, but there was something else lay hidden there. What it was, she couldn’t quite tell.

That wasn’t the only thing to catch her attention, however. Just below those alluring red orbs, eyes that the woman had to practically tear her gaze from, was a pair of glistening fangs. She remembered seeing them before, but where..? Oh, wait!~ It was on their first date. Tsumiko had only just glimpsed them, but let the topic lie. She didn’t feel any different about the matter now than she did then. If there was something Gwain had to tell her, then she’d trust him to do so. But, that didn’t stop her curiosity from wandering.

Tipping her head to the side, and inadvertently exposing more of her neck to the hungry man before her, the songstress blinked at him with a hint of concern. The look he gave her, she couldn’t understand why, but it made her blush. “I-Is everything alright, love?” She asked him in a tone that came across as bashful and nervous.

[Gwain Darkson]

"Tell me something..." He started softly. "Nothing will ever change the love you have for me, right?" His question came out rather smoothly, his own words aimed to seduce and have her lower his guard. All the while, he never once let her remove her eyes from his own. Desperately, Gwain tried his hardest to resist the urge to attack her on the spot and so far, he had done a pretty good job of doing so. Nonetheless, he could feel his instincts take over as the hunger continued to grow in a manner that just tore away at his reasoning. However, for the sake of his relationship and overall, the safety of Tsumiko, the king fought against his monstrous nature. Doing so, though, caused him to wince and in return, his grip on her body tightened. This pressed her closer to him, which brought his lips closer to her neck.

His eyes shot open and he sucked in a heavy breath. There were curses that he muttered to himself over and over, almost as if he had berated his existence. Those crimson orbs returned up to the songstress' silver-blue and they showed a look that plead for help, yet attacked her further with a more aggressive charm.

"I need your blood, Tsumiko, I need your blood!" His voice came out hushed and very strained. That's when the songstress would be able to feel a cool, wet tongue glide against the surface of her neck. Gwain swore he could have felt the pressure of blood being pumped through her vein with that gesture, and it just excited him further. "It's been so long..." The young man stated, the breath warmed and heavy against her skin.

[Tsumiko]

Gwain’s soft voice peaked her attention, and she blinked attentively at him. The tone he spoke with had a certain charm that had caused the woman’s heart to flutter in her chest. The light dusting of pink on her cheeks increased considerably as she looked at him. Gulping down her bashfulness, Tsumiko nodded her head. “N-Nothing ever will, love.” She said, trying to sound firm and comforting. What she hadn’t quite realized, was that that tone came out more as if she were prey. Little did she know, that’s what she was slowly becoming.

Not even a second over Tsumiko had spoked, the king had winced a bit and held her closer to himself. Her bust pressing into his chest, and her hands placed in concern on his shoulders, the songstress turned her head a bit to the side to look at him. With the way her head was put up that day, her neck was completely exposed to him. His sudden change in behavior had inadvertently increased her heart rate. “G-Gwain are yo-” She stopped upon hearing himself muttering under his breath. Tsumiko was confused as to what was happening, and because of it, was trying to wiggle herself free just a little to look him in the eye and ask what was wrong. A shiver ran down her spine when she finally managed to lean back a little to look at him.

The woman was effectively captivated by that charming, predatory gaze. It was like he was struggling against an evil she couldn’t see. That’s when Gwain called out to her, speaking of what he desired. Her… blood? The pieces finally slid into place, and Tsumiko reached an answer to a question that she’d been asking her for a while. Between the fangs and the need for blood, it was quite obvious to the young woman as to what her love was.

A heavy, shaky breath passed her lips as Gwain licked her neck. For a moment, her silver-blue orbs widened, her face flushing deeper. The songstress could feel his hot breath against her skin, and she shuttered. If he really were a… a vampire, then why? He appeared pained, conflicted, on top of hungry. If she had been right in her assumption, then…

Tsumiko shyly wrapped her arms around his neck, gingerly holding him closer. “Why did you wait so long, silly? I am yours in heart and soul, my body yours to treasure with love and abuse with passion. Please. If I can help you ease what pains you, then wait no longer, Gwain.” Tsumiko spoke in a bashful, loving tone. Taking a deep breath, she readied herself for what she was sure to come.

[Gwain Darkson]

Everything had just become so much more aware to the man's senses as time went on. Minuet moments were all it took for him to be able to audibly hear Tsumiko's heartbeat just from that small distance alone. She pressed her chest further into him and upon doing so, it was easily felt against his own, which caused him to gulp loudly. That increased heart rate only served to push her blood in a thicker rush and that translated to a large quantity of blood that could spill into his mouth. Wide, crimson eyes stared at the woman's flesh and her veins had been completely visible to him. However, even though he had felt his primal, vampiric instincts strike and attempt to take over, he abstained from the actions. His eyes turned up to his love and Gwain's lips trembled.

No doubt did she already figure out what it was he was. This was probably the second time he had ever let slip those porcelain fangs of his, but it definitely wouldn't be the first time he had deep, dark thoughts about taking a drink from someone rather close to him. Alas, here that special someone was, Tsumiko, the songstress, just turned her silver-blue orbs down at him and with her gentle words, explained to him that everything was alright. Those words tempted beyond what any sane vampire could actually handle. She practically offered herself and beyond the physical aspect in which she propped up her neck further, just to expose those veins even more, his love had coaxed that predatory instinct out of him. Gwain's breathing came so heavy and frequent to the point of where it sounded like he hyperventilated. The king's arms tightened around her and his nails had turned to claws.

"T-Tsumiko... F-Forgive me... Even though you've given me such permission, I shouldn't have ever let you see me in this weakness..." The young man's voice choked. Those nails had scratched ever so gently, possibly even lovingly as with much of his actions did, as they dragged across her back in a horizontal manner. His mouth opened wider and after he felt the songstress prepare herself, that was it. That was Gwain's sign to do it, and he'd take it. Before a second thought could even be reached, the man had plunged his fangs deep into her flesh. Their sharp points broke through the layers of the woman's skin and pierced into the vein.

Rather than the typical and likely expected pain that would have came from being bitten, Tsumiko was instead afflicted with a large rush of pleasure. The king's bite didn't hurt at all and easily translated to her being overdosed with a numbing, euphoric feeling. The man had caressed her body and held it even closer, then proceeded to easily draw blood from her freshly made wound. Very hungrily did he suck, taking in large mouthfuls and gulping down the crimson treat. Once her bloody nectar touched upon his tongue, he let out a very soft moan. She tasted so good, and yet, he couldn't let himself lose control, lest he lose her... Gwain resolved to take only what he needed from his love, so that he may not hurt the songstress. This was mostly in part because he didn't want to take from her in the first place. He should have ran... He should have fed beforehand, but everything had jumbled up his mind so much he simply forgot...

[Tsumiko]

He gulped, staring at her neck. Tsumiko felt as though there was an internal struggle raging inside the king. As he turned his crimson eyes to her, lips trembling, he was tugging on her heartstrings in the worst way possible. She was trying to do all she could for him, short of forcing him to plunge his fangs into her, but he seemed to be resisting. It hurt her to see him this way. Breathing heavily, his nails dug into her like claws, gripping her tighter as Gwain’s arms encircled her even further.

It was then that his stuttering voice choked out forgiveness, only to be met with a loving hand at the back of his head. She could feel him scratching against her backside, and it sent a small shiver down her spine. “There’s no need for forgiveness, my love.” She softly stroked his hair as she spoke, only to see the man open his mouth wide. She was scared, but ready.

That’s when he did it. That’s when Gwain sank his fangs into her flesh and began to drink from her quickly beating veins. The feeling of him puncturing her skin, Tsumiko sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes closed. The songstress had expected to feel pain from being bitten, but that wasn’t the case at all. Instead, her body was flooded with a bizarre, almost pleasurable feeling. It made her head swirl, and her legs wobble, her heart beat faster. What… was this? What was going on? The songstress’ own fingers pressed into him, light and trembling. With each gulp that reached her ears, the king drew more of the crimson fluid from her. Soft breaths passed her lips, which turned to hushed moans the longer it went on.

Tsumiko wanted him to have his fill, to continue until his hunger was sated, but there was a small worry that nagged at the back of her mind. What if he took too much? Would she die? Or simply pass out? No, Gwain wouldn’t do that to her. Right..? She almost called out to him, but stopped. Right. Their love was tried and true. The king wouldn’t subject her to that kind of fate. Reassuring herself of that fact, the woman gave in to the loving feeling that washed over her, caused somehow by his bite. Was she really that much of a masochist? She didn’t think herself to be one, but... Oh, it was feeling so very good...

[Gwain Darkson]

The man feasted on the crimson treat that his love had provided for him. Gwain's pace had begun to slow down eventually, however, because even though she may have been in a shocked bliss, the king could feel how much colder she became. This was always the hardest part for the vampire if he hadn't fed for a while, which involved pulling the fangs away. Each moment his tools buried themselves in her neck and helped push out blood from her body, the harder it was to resist just how delicious she tasted all together. Tsumiko was fresh in every way possible, no other creature had fed from her and her heart of gold added such an innocence to her entire being, which further added to her sweetened flavor. Yes, the man's love was very much like a forbidden fruit with ripened flesh and a delectable taste.

But he managed to compose himself and while the urge to resist grow harder to do, his state of mind had gone up thanks to the amount he retrieved. There was a sharp release of his fangs from the woman's neck and he exhaled a very exasperated, satisfied breath. Breathing deeply, Gwain then leaned over and would drag his tongue over two marks left in her neck. When doing so, he lapped up any remaining blood and with an eased grip upon the songstress' body, held her closer to him.

"Thank you..." He whispered in a hushed tone and licked up whatever blood remained on his lips. "Not bad... Not bad at all..." The king complimented the taste of her blood. It was beyond "not bad," it was the most delicious substance he had ever taken... Like a unicorn of sorts. Those had the best tasting blood but the silver-blue eyed woman, who happened to be his own little rarity among this universe. He had to make sure to thank her properly at this point, because him jumping to conclusions, plus the whole jealousy bit wasn't very kingly of him, not one bit. Even while they were at peace now Gwain still beat himself up for being the closeted clingy type.

[Tsumiko]

With heavy breaths and thoughts growing steadily hazy, Tsumiko had slowly melted into her love’s body the longer he drank from her. She was growing accustomed to the feeling of Gwain’s fangs buried into her skin, the vampire king gulping down her blood, but the more he took from her, the weaker her body began to feel. The woman’s breathing became ragged, heavy, and short, and her eyes lulled closed. It felt so strangely pleasurable, exciting even, but she didn’t know how much more she could take.

As that thought crossed her mind, Gwain regained himself. A sharp gasp escaped the songstress as the man removed his fangs from her neck. It left her with a deep chill that washed over her whole body. That chill morphed into an intense shiver as the king’s tongue ran over the bite marks, licking her clean. She could feel her cheeks burning up with a slight bit of embarrassment over something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. The king whispered his thanks, and a compliment on how she tasted. To hide that bashful expression she wore, the woman nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, Gwain’s grip on her body lessening to a more comfortable hold.

With a soft sound and a shake of her head, Tsumiko gently wrapped her arms around her love. “N-No need to thank me, Gwain. I’m just happy that I could help…” The songstress stuttered. She just wanted to take a short break, just long enough to relieve that dizzying feeling that had washed over her. So Tsumiko would stay like that until either she felt steadied, or Gwain wished her removed. “N-Nay, love… I was thinking… It has been quite some time since we, uh… Since our last date. What say you we go on another? I know this beautiful place we can go. Last time I was there, I didn’t see a soul around, so it could be like… our private little escape. What do you think?”

Tsumiko, with her head resting against Gwain’s shoulder, turned her eyes up to him. There was a shy, yet childishly excited smile on her lips as she spoke, her whole body wiggling a bit in the man’s embrace. True, she had been thinking of where to go for their next outing, but when the idea had struck her, the songstress had grown quite eager to show him that fantastical world that she discovered. And the means of getting there was unique as well. Entering a world via a book. It sounded like something that belonged in a fairy tale, and yet, it was a slice of reality that Tsumiko was quite fond of.

[Gwain Darkson]

The king held his love close to his body, but made sure she was comfortable. He understood completely that she needed a breather after that, due to the fact that the amount of blood he took was no joke. The last thing he needed was to have the woman pass out on him. That'd be bad. But it appeared as though she had the ability to bounce back from her dazed and drained status, since she did cuddle herself up to him. It was good that she hadn't passed out entirely from that ordeal and thus, he listened to whatever request she had in mind. Anything he could do to repay her (without her knowing it was repayment, that is) for his previous actions, he'd carry out no matter what. Of course, he wasn't at all surprised when she inquired about there being another date between them.

A gentle smile graced his lips and with a nod of his head, he agreed. His eyes had reverted to their normal shine and there wasn't that vampiric charm of his, that attempted to grab hold over his lover's mind. No, he'd be as natural as he could about the whole thing and yet, he remained rather charming regardless of the eyes working or not.

"Oh, so you mean a private escape where we can't be interrupted, when I'm in the middle of..." His voice had trailed off and he leaned in close to the woman's ear. There would be a soft, heated voice against her skin, as he spoke out something obscene and risque. Gwain was still feeling that instinct to seduce and dominate, especially Tsumiko. There was just something about her that once it always brought out his bad side, that bad side lingered, and wanted to tempt not just him, but her with so much more.

"A date is perfect, my love. Since you already know the location, it's up to you to set the time and day, don't you think?" The king asked with a wink. She had faced him with a bashful face that blushed brightly, so he wondered where exactly she had intended on taking them. Hopefully it wasn't another uptight party, filled with uptight people, and uptight guards. He hated how uptight those sort of uptight social gatherings could be.

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