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Her Atrin. In the morning Atrin lay in bed, a protective arm wrapped around Avery who lay nestled against him, a dark slender leg draped lazily over his, her hand resting on his chest, tracing idle circles in her half sleep. Both awake they lay together, knowing full well that if they had not solved their mystery of the Palace's leak by that coming evening they would have to once more face Ariela’s wrath, yet, despite this, they lingered, not eager to leave the warmth of the bed and the newfound embrace of one another, knowing to do so would be to end an experience that had likely changed them both in some way. As the final minutes of peace ebbed away a light scratching at the door became apparent and Avery, knowing their time was near an end let out a frustrated little sigh, “Ooh what on earth is that noise…” Atrin murred a little and half opened his eyes, reaching out to light a candle beside the bed, a trick he accomplished one-handed, his other arm still wrapped around Avery, fingertips tracing across her exotic skin, “I haven’t the faintest…” The scratching continued and Avery poked him none too subtly in the chest, “Mm, go find out…” Atrin smirked a little, “I’d need my other arm back for that…” Avery opened her eyes ever so slightly, eying him with an oddly playful gaze before, with a little smirk of her own she rolled off of him, taking the bed sheets with her and exposing Atrin to the otherwise cold of the room. “Ack…” He complained as the cold bit at his skin, but it softcore wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. After taking a deep breath he sat up, placing his feet on the floor and stretching out his back, a routine action and habit at this point. Avery lay there, sneakily glancing over one shoulder, watching him intently, eyes fixed on the shifting of his muscles, his body strong and scarred. He may be a General, but to have acquired such an array of marks he must have once been a great warrior. Slowly he stood and her smirk spread into a grin as she watched his ass. Not noticing her attention he took the candle and lit several others, the rooms central location in the palace depriving it of any windows, making it difficult to tell the time. With a fuzzy mind he stepped towards the door, grabbing Celebrities a cloth as he did so and wrapping it around his waist, covering himself to the bare minimum required. As the scratching at the door continued he opened it inwards and indian one of the Palaces many cats flopped inside gracefully, it looked up to him indignantly and stepped inside, Atrin letting out a little laugh, “Ah, the Good General, good morning.” Avery watched, baffled as the all grey cat stepped into the room, raising her eyebrow as Atrin cast the cat a mock salute, “What are you doing…” she said, almost embarrassed for him. Atrin chuckled a little and shut the door, “This is the Good General… I think he’s the oldest mousing cat in the Palace.” Avery watched the cat with suspicion as it wandered around the room, sniffing her clothing and Atrin's armour, curious as to the odd additions to its patrol route. “He’s set in his ways a bit though,” Atrin smirked moving back towards the bed, “you could practically set your watch by his route.” “Is he someone's pet?” Avery asked. Atrin shrugged as he sat back down, “They aren’t really anyone's pets, they just keep the mice and rats in check.” Avery sat up on her elbows and tilted her head, curious as she watched the cat poke about. “What?” Atrin asked, watching her with a smirk. “Why does it have a collar on if it’s no ones pet?” Invigorating.” I wondered if they can see how wet I was. Today she wore a tight pair of blue runner’s shorts. This is not a ‘formal’ interview as you are probably used to. Only one can have mine,” I smiled ruefully, “and I’m afraid it’s been taken.” I began slowly thrusting my cock in and out of her. I got back a family, I got back Celebrities a father and a new sister but they….,” Guy points off in a direction and just shakes his arm and head,” They took from me what is mine and I wanted it back so badly I didn’t expect them to break the rules.” Some guys wear towels around their waist, and flip flops on their feet, I walk naked, carrying my towel. Cara: Yes. 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