Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190305062124

(Everyone) Marcus, Samia and Cyndwella lay upon the bed, catching their breath after they’ve concluded their fun. He holds each wife in one arm as he waits for his heart rate to normalize and his adrenaline to wear off.

“Ya know, you two have never done that to me before?” Marcus says before kissing both of them.

“Thank Cyndy. After all it was her idea.” Samia responds first while rubbing his chest.

“Yeah well, I figured you deserve something special for going after your fucked up grandpa. Buuuuuut, wait until you get back from stomping on his neck, I’ve got an even better thing planned for you. It’s gonna involve all the ladies. That sound exciting to you, my loving schmooples?” Cyndwella gives Marcus’ ear a little playful tug.

“Sounds good to me Cynd.” He replies while pulling Cyndwella in even closer.

“Hehehehe. I thought so. Now get some sleep, you’ll need to be rested for tomorrow.” Cyndwella closes her eyes and gets comfortable in Marcus’ embrace, Samia doing the same.

The fire in the hearth crackles and snaps with life as the hours roll on. Marcus was out cold within minutes after Cyndwella and Samia closed their eyes, physically spent from the night he just had. Armata sits in his room, holding a picture of Deidre. He thinks to himself of silently about her and how he threw it all away. He closes his eyes and imagines the dream he had, the life he wishes he had. The sun then begins to rise, and Armata’s eyes open, ripped away from his thoughts.