Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27950421-20180206135256/@comment-30014014-20180210190559

''Here he was, facing Janette in the dawn of day. The windows with half-muffled blinds letting outglimmer of yellow light, indicating the rise of day. The two on the bed, Janetter on her knees, Laurence on a sitting position, both in their respective sleeping attire.''

''Only, Janette stands mere inches from Laurence, her hands gently placed over her knees, one of which is present with a golden band, shining in the same glimmer as Laurence's. Her long flowing silver hair perfectly straight behind her greatly contrasts with Laurence's bed hair. The blackened horns shaping a frontal crown over her head serve only to accentuate her timid silvery eyes, as well as her black swatting tail, thin, and shaped like a heart at the edge. Black frame glasses position themselves on her face, once again, accentuating her timidity.''

''"Janette? W-what are you doing here?" asks Laurence, still fighting the urge to go back to sleep. Though, seeing his beloved wearing her pyjamas in a rather open fashion slowly corrodes this sleeping yearn. He closes his eyes, trying to keep that need for sleep alive.''

''"Well..." Janette reaches for his hands, the smooth skin of her fingers laced with his own?prompting him to open his eyes in surprise "...I've been thinking. This is our day off, right?"''

Laurence looks perplexed, but keep a straight face "Hum, yes, it is. Actually, we have a week to ourselves".

''"Right!" she perks up, raising one of her hand alongside his own, finding no resistance as Laurence still ponders as to what she's tyring to do. Her hands traces to his wrist, keeping it afloat with no effort. Slowly, she starts dragging the palm of his hand directly on the top of her right?breast, just over the pyjama, earning a jolt response from Laurence who felt a cold riding down his spine. This was the first time, the very first time he had touched Janette anywhere other than her arms.''

''This makes his uncomfortable, knowing his position as her faithful guardian. Her protective bastion. He who protects her against outward threats. To this end, even as they were married, Laurence chose not to overstep his bounderies, ever keeping his own yearns and desires closed tight. Furthering this act was that Janette struggled with the life as a newly priestess of the fallen, seeking to hold on to her values and broadcasting that to others trying to come to terms?with what they become. He did not wish to, for a lack of a better term, take advantage of her new state. So, he kept his hands away, his person at a distance, for years.''

''And now, there she was, putting one of his bare hands directly on her heart, just over her breast, accompaying her act with a shy smile, her eyes sharpening to a gentle slit as she since long came to term with her succubus physiology. Her other hand detatchs from his other, joining the one enabling his palm to feel the pattern to her beating heart.''

''"Laurence...I would like to take this week for us to..." Keeping his hand knitted on her heart, Janette leans toward him, the latter too shocked to muster a reaction, still hanging from the softness of her chest and the warmth of her skin. Her lips reach his ear, his right one, an accelerated breathing present in the surrounding "...to feel each other~''

Laurence's breath shut still, unable to comprehend what she just said "H-hold on, Janette! You're not yourself, right now! Maybe you shou--

''"It's been years, Laurence. I've had years to accept what I've become" she cuts, this time reaching for his back in a hug. Her chin rests on his right shoulder as her chest smudges on his, causing more of a misreaction from Laurence. He was taken at a loss, not sure what to do.''

She continues, however, speaking in whispers to allow his whole body to feel her words "I've grown in this new body. I feel wholly as I was before, thanks to your patience. Your care. I didn't even think we'd be getting married at one point".

Janette's voice turns sour as she utters more, her eyes turning purple with power, rattled by anger "To think there were those who sought to take advantage of my confusion. Or of my new instincts just for an easy night! How I loathed these people!"

''The ambient anger in her voice dies just as quickly as it rose, feeling Laurence's hands brought to her waist, almost in a protective instinct. His role as a guardian. This was stronger than him, as it was how they shaped him.?''

Regardless, this act easily broke down her steaming trance, instead diving her in the depth of sorrow "And to think it would have certainly worked each time. To find myself as nothing but some woman to bed simply because of my disposition...but there you were, always by my side. To ward me from those same people...from radicals...from anything that wouldn't allow me to anchor my will with these appendages. And most importanly..."

''Her cheeks fluster in red, becoming more accepting of her kindled needs, her breath steaming heavily "...my purity". Her cheeks turn completely red at this point, looking almost like strawberries.''

''Laurence still didn't know where it was all going, either by sheer clueness or by the fact that such a thing would never be thought of by himself, with those years spent in separation despite their closeness. Being hugged so tightly by Janette was a first for him, even more so without his usual armor.?''

THe fog of deniability slowly picked up wind as Janetter continues, her breath now steaming heavy "But, I'm fine now. I'm fine. And, throughout those years I've realized one thing.One thing coming back to me with each test of my will. All those times men courted me and the such, I realized those new yearns I've only now taken noticed of were always embedded within my bossom".

''"W-what?" speaks Laurence in confusion, unable to believer what he's hearing. His head starts turning, seemingly trying to figure out whether she was touched for longer than thought. Of course, sensing this line of thought, Janette is quick to rectify, detatching her head only mere inches from his, shaking her head in a sworn manner "It wasn't?some foreign concept of monsterhood integrated to me. No, this hidden yearn was here since our first year travelling together. I've always had them, but because of our diverting paths, there was no way it would ever happen..."''

''Her head lowers, memories of her in white mantle rekindled. A typical gown worn by priestesses, of course coming with an oath for devotion. Besides her was Laurence, entombed in armor, before her, a knight sworn to protect at all cost. Protection and nothing else...''

''"But..." Janette resumes, her voice picking up vigor "...now that we are here, only now do I realize that I yearned for the same thing those others sought out of me. I just didn't have a kindred other to share it with...no, I did, but neither of us would reach for the other".''

WIth that said her eyes rise to meet his "Laurence...I loved you since the beginning, but our respective paths prevented me from confessing. Then, with this new form, I was given a chance to confess, but other malicious individuals tested my resolve, secluding me in my oath for so?many years. But?now that we're tangled together with golden rings...now that I've learned to live with my new self...".

Her face approches Laurence even more so, in kissing range "I want my first time to be with you!"

''Once more, the chill tingle Laurence's spine, his mind pleading for a revolt. It tries to rationalize, thinking the monster within her must have taken over. But then comes the counteract, the years she spent, exactly as she was even long after the apparition of horns. Or her hair change. Or her tail. The conflict spliked in his mind prevents any reaction from him, the dichotomy between his own yearn over her and the duty of preservation binding every atom in his body.''

''Janette spots the struggle in his diverted eyes. This wouldn't do. Her subtle suggestion to 'attack' while he's elsewhere is not in her mind. Like two people meeting halfway on a bridge, she seeks his tender touch in the matter. So, in an attempt to quell the bound need to preserve her, she places a hand on his left cheek, pulling his attention out of the inner dichotomy.''

''His eyes lock on her own, somewhat bewildered, only to see her own falling composure. She never did anything like that before. Even her monster instincts are barely enough to keep her wanting. Her shy nature prompts her to turn away, yet her hand is still etched on his cheek. He understands.''

''His hands reach out her waist. They coil around it and pull, causing Janette to jolt slightly, but offer no resistence. Her chest and hands placade on his own, her face as red as it can be. She can hear his heart beat rather quickly, indicating this moment is disallowing an unfazed behavior from him, yet he stops not, one of his hand going for her chin to lift her face toward his. Her lips against his, as his hand lowers back to her waist, keeping her thight in place. Her eyes sparkle with renewed life despite her slight clumsiness, her body jittering left and right before finally letting go. Her eyes close as she bask in what is to be but the beginning. Her arms clong to his nape behind, her hips going to straddle his own, both sitting.''

''This kiss last for minutes, neither party wanting to part from the other, each desire surfacing steadily in a way to allow clear cognitive thoughts from the two, directed at the other. Lauence had kissed Janette a few times, those but fleeting pecks. With this thorough embrace, only now does he realize her taste. Keeping away form her would no longer be possibility for him...''

''...not that it would be a problem. They finally part from each other's face, gasping for air with but a trail of saliva still binding them together. Janette's eyes say it all, blown away by this newfound exprerience, yet asking for more. Perhaps was it because of her long-snuffed yearn for a man's touch. Mayve was it the monster blood in her veins. The more probably explanation would be both her need to feel her guardian's embrace as well as those instinct newly-acquired flushing them in the open.''

''Regardless, with her stare begging for more, Laurence couldn't help but oblige, gently pushing her to the bed, leaning with each inch. Her breathing is short, brief. A few words escaping her lips, his hand reaching under her pyjama garments "Please...be gentle with me..."''