Flying Doom [Erra/Lucan]

[Lucan Aurelius]

'My love'. 'More than your friend'. This sweet trap of hers agitated his intuitional senses. Wasn't friendship the first start of anything? She was taking this a little too quickly, wasn't she? The maiden was a very beautiful one, as he had also heard about the others, but a clue came from what she had said prior to her seducing: 'You know it is forbidden to go around kissing maidens'. If kissing was more than a sign of friendship, then she must be attempting to go even farther than the simple action of a kiss. This was most likely a series of multiple actions that connect to the single idea of 'romance'.

Aye, a seductress was who brought his father to his knees and killed him. This seductress was Cresselia, his mother. The same trick won't work on him, he swore it. This won't be an early end for him. Thinking this, he allowed her to pull him back to her room. However, he was very much ready to take some extremely drastic measures just to get out of the situation. While he was in her room, he would be able to do it without immediate commotion. Aurelius predicted that Darkrai's power would attract the more sensitive of the priestesses, so it was unavoidable.

For once, he actually started to lie himself as they walked, gazing into her eyes with a loving shine. "I shall share these feelings with you. You will be my other half, and in return for your offering, I will give you myself. Together, we'll share love that even the moon above us would grin for." That was what the prince said to the princess upon rescuing her from the Charizard, as he remembered from a book that was offered on Darkrai's altar. He would place his hand on hers, letting her lead the way.

[Erra]

When they reached the room she closed the door behind them to prevent any peering eyes. She turned back to him eyes wide and innocent. "I don't think this will be a good idea, but I want to." she stepped closer at him her actions turned to that of an innocent shy girl. "maybe it is best we just stop here... But my prince... Please take me with you. Hold me tight, drag me to the bed, let us both speak of what you plan." She seemed to want him to lead now... Though that will get no where...

She stood on her tiptoes once more trying too appear cute. Her wet dress seemed to be stuck to her body with the spaghetti straps partially coming down... Almost tempting to most men, her whole body and motions seemed to be asking for it. Only one to stop this was the male in the situation.. Else this just may get dirty.

[Lucan Aurelius]

There was no telling how guilty he would become should he force her into a nightmare, and there was no telling how much trouble he would be with the maidens either. Cresselia would be actively looking for him, and his freedom to walk about the town in the future would be jeopardized heavily. He stared hard into her innocent eyes, and found it impossible to do anything to cause her fear. If he were to let her seduce her, there would be less of a chance of the 'talk to the maidens' route being 'locked'. It was his most effective plan available.

He breathed a little harder, and his heart beat a little faster. There was no turning back now. Gently and almost reluctantly, the Demigod went to place his hands around his waist. He would move close to her, breaking through the standard boundaries of personal space. Should this occur, their bodies would become attached by the moistness of Erra's clothes. The rest was unknown to him. His mind was constantly trying to calculate ways to approach this the right way, but all he had been drawing up were blanks.

Instead, he let his instincts decide. With the very little demigod strength he had, Aurelius would try to pick her up and set her gently on the bed. Subsequently, he would allow his hands to slowly pull down the straps of her wet gown, and by the time he had full view of her bra... well, that was it. He wanted to see what was beneath her clothes, but... what else was he supposed to do? The young man looked back at Erra, telling her that he was unsure how to proceed without words. 

A moment later, he found words to be unnecessary. He moved himself onto Erra, undoing the strap...

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The moon his witness, this was a horrible night. It didn't matter how much he (or his id) enjoyed himself, he was wracked with guilt over what had happened. There was no excuse for his transgression. He kissed Erra's forehead, transferring the message 'good night' into whatever dream she had before turned out to the window and jumping out. His wings sprinkled their fading dust downward, mimicking the appearance of stars as they glided toward the beach...

The Demigod finally understood what was meant by 'a maiden corrupted'.