Author: Nelanna Fox, Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2019 2:07 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

She paused when he spoke her real name. And then her false appearance dropped. He flashed her a sly grin as she put a little space between them. Hungry amber eyes looked over Jaliza, his desire to know this side of her growing within. Her black hair had been trimmed since he last saw it, as if she was prepared for her magic that kept this side hidden to falter at any given moment, just as it had before. He liked it. She had been beautiful before, her weakness could not change that. But he had to be honest, she cleaned up nicely.

Her words lifted his eyes to her blue gaze. She did not need to finish speaking to get her point across. He already understood, for his mind had been concerned about the same thing. Kohaku inhaled and exhaled slowly. A hand was lifted, and he gingerly traced the knuckles of his fingers down along the side of her face, like a loving lover. No misunderstandings, no heartache. “I don’t care about your role as Champion. I…I need this,” he admitted, eyes meeting hers once more. They were desperate, pleading, and…pain stricken. He shook his head lightly, “I’ve done something— fallen for a woman I should have. Before we met her heart already belonged to another man. I never should have…but I did, and I need to fix it before it progresses, before anyone finds out.” His eyes averted for a moment, gazing off at nothing in particular. When they turned back on her they were soft. “I could really use the distraction. I need to get her out of my mind until I can find a better solution.”

Ever so softly, he leaned in for a tender kiss, hands cupping her cheeks. There was nothing passionate nor lustful about it. It was sincere and caring, as if he were kissing the person most precious to him. When finally it broke, his breathing was ragged. His eyes dropped and he was reminded that her bikini top was loose. It hung over her ample breasts, barely covering them and teasing him. He took a hand from her cheek and moved it to her nape. It untied the last knot holding her top on, and it dropped into the water. His eyes beheld their plumpness and beauty, his body burning.

Like a pouncing predator he locked his teeth around her throat with a growl. His canines pressed around her soft flesh as he fought against breaking the skin. He released and sucked instead, making sure it would leave a mark. He let his hands explore every inch of her skin. Her flesh was soft and warm against his, flawless in every way aside from her scars. He paid special attention to the one over her heart, his thumb caressing along it with the lightness of a feather. A deadly wound it had to have been, one that had surely taken her life at some point. The world had not been kind to her. It made him want to fix it, to show her the kindness and love she so deserves. He had every chance to now, and he had the whole night to melt into her loving embrace.

Author: Nix, Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2019 2:19 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

Space disappeared between them as she inhaled his scent between kisses. Mirannda moaned into the kiss, enjoying the feel of his touch sliding across her skin. While the phoenix wanted to drown into his passion, a different fear began to crop up about them. She did not want to lead him on, hurting him with miscommunication. The way he caught her lip, however, with that rumbling growl in his throat sent shivers down her back and sent the fear along with it. The fact that he was beginning to untie her top was not lost on her as she hummed with contentment.

Kohaku paused and began to trail across her jaw. His hot breath tingled more than just her skin, it reached into the very depths of her mind, stoking the kindled flames of lust. Momentarily, she froze at the sound of her name on his lips. But it sounded heavenly coming from him, with that husky lilt to his voice. With a shake of her head and a releasing of her spell, Mirannda’s more human features turned elvish. Her hair shortened, and this time it was neatly trimmed in an introverted bob compared to the terrible hack and slash job the last time he saw her like this.

Blood red muddied until her hair was nearly black. Green eyes shifted until they were clear as the purest river. Even though her bikini top was untied, Mirannda pulled back until she can look him in the eye, warm amber meeting pale skies. ”Haku? Before we go too far, let’s be honest with each other. We both know I am the champion of desire, but I don’t want to… If you’re not comfortable…” Her words faltered, failing her as she tried to express herself.

Author: Nelanna Fox, Posted: Sat Jun 1, 2019 7:37 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

Kohaku blinked at her reply. He was having a hard time understanding what was so wrong with burning down a guild tree. It wasn’t as if she killed anyone. However, the pain in her small voice suggested that it was a big deal to her, so who was he to judge how bad the crime was. Perhaps the tree was magical and held great importance. Either way, he felt he understood how she was feeling. All the lives he’s taken, failing to save the Faversham Empire, and failing to protect Mai, the Emperor’s beloved only child, and Kohaku’s lover. There were so many things he regrets…

She smiled up at him, the sadness on her face twisting his heart. A fresh start, the chance to have a new, better life, a chance to gain atonement… He never really atoned for his own sins. In order to do so he needed to protect Mai until she died of old age. He failed to do so, and thus his mission was never fulfilled. He supposed that was why he wished to protect Nelanna, to attempt in succeeding with her where he failed with Mai. Kohaku was so obsessed with it that he gave up on living a life of his own until he atoned for his sins. Admittedly, he felt that was his only reason to continue living, because until that day comes he would never be able to Rest In Peace. However, recently something has changed. Love, attention, pleasure, a family… these are things he greatly desires all of a sudden. He feared living alone far more than anything else at this point. He wondered why…

Mirannda once again assured him that she was not targeting his life, but something else entirely, something far more intimate and pleasurable. She kissed him, quickly turning it into a very passionate one. Kohaku drifted his eyes closed as he deepened the kiss. And just like that, all previous thoughts were lost in a fog in his mind. His bodily urges took over once again. His hands left her shoulders and slid down to the small of her back and pulled her closer against him. He smirked against her lips playfully when an idea suddenly came to him. As he lifted his hands ever so slowly up her back, keeping light contact, he bit her bottom lips and tugged on it lightly with a low predatory growl rumbling in his throat. Reaching her upper back, he fiddled with the knot of her bikini top, then slowly, painfully slow, he started pulling it apart.

But then he suddenly paused. He wanted to see her, to touch her and smother her with all of the passionate attention he could give. But a lingering curiosity -more like desire- wanted to do everything with Mirannda, and Jaliza, the real her. He pulled away from her luscious lips, dragging his own across her jawline, lips parted to allow his hot breath to tingle her skin. Then he made his way to her ear, breathing hotly and quietly as he spoke, “Jaliza, show me your true face.” He began tugging at her bikini knot again. “I want to know the real you.” The knot came undone. “Every last bit of Jaliza.”

Author: Nix, Posted: Sat Jun 1, 2019 6:52 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

”Because I was told to.” Her voice came out small, regret clearly lacing every syllable. Mirannda closed her eyes and images of that beautiful white tree burn danced behind her lids. ”I was an apostate, none I knew understood. Changed myself for someone I wanted… Or thought I did. Ever since I have done many things I regret today, falling into an even worse situation each time I stumbled. A pawn, a tool, that was all I was to anyone.” Sometimes, she feared if that was all she would ever be.

The phoenix smiled sadly at him. ”Revaliir is a fresh start for me. It gives me a chance to start over and atone for my sins. This is why I became her champion. I can channel dark urges to kill towards deserving targets, and Dalanesca lets me know who is more deserving than others. But you… You are a target for something far more… pleasurable.” The sad smile turned wicked as she spoke before she planted a passionate kiss on his lips.

While her lips were distracted, Mirannda began to wonder if he would realize what she was trying to say. The past holds many mistakes and harbors painful remembrances, spawn fear of it coming back with a vengeance. All they could do is move on and take any precaution necessary to protect those they love. No one said it could not be pleasurable at the same time.

’I want to him say it…’ She thought suddenly.

Author: Nelanna Fox, Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 9:40 AM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

He waited, patiently, internally pleading that his suspensions, or paranoia, was wrong. His amber eyes swept over her face in search for anything to prove himself wrong. But there was nothing in those beautiful eyes that supported his fears, nothing but confusion and… understanding? She seemed to be contemplating something, and his heart squeezed, brow knitting together anxiously. Was she just trying to think of how to respond? Or was she thinking of some lie to tell?

She finally began to speak, his ears pricking, eyes blinking. Her explanation made sense. Kohaku could certainly see how the first part of his name was drowned out in a kiss or moan. Again, she is the Champion of Death. He doubted she would have made the rookie mistake of letting a secret slip that could compromise her intentions, if she really was hired to kill him. A professional like her wouldn’t even put herself in such a situation in the first place. Mirannda then cupped his cheeks, offering him reassurance that his secret was safe with her. He held her gaze, still searching for any hints of lie. But there were none. Nothing but honesty and understanding.

Kohaku let a sigh escape his lips, body automatically releasing tension. He let her kiss him, then allowed her to press her forehead against his. Though his eyes remained open, staring down at her bosom. Normally he would be pleased and take advantage of the view, but his mind was focused on a more serious matter.

It wasn’t her he feared would know his true name now that he was convinced she had no intention of killing him. He was actually quite relieved she knows. Keeping that secret was difficult to do, but it was for his own protection. Not even Nelanna knew his own name, despite how much he wanted to open up to her. It wasn’t that he doesn’t trust her, he just couldn’t take any chances. But now Mirannda knew, finally, someone knew, and it was like a heavy weight had been lifted.

She broke his thoughts once she spoke again. This time it wasn’t about him. He was quite surprised to hear her make a confession of her own. Mirannda was not her name, but a front to hide her real one. Jaliza Rose. It was odd to picture that name with her face. At first he wondered why she changed her name, but then he remembered her explaining that her current appearance was also an illusion. Why change the face but not the name?

He pulled back slightly to look at her questioningly, curious as to why she was bringing up Kiba. But he kept quiet and nodded. Mirannda opened her eyes and continued. As she went on he recalled the way she had spoken to Lokir’s Champion at the Champion meeting. Back then it was clear they shared history. Now he knew part of it. But he still wondered. “Why did you burn it?” And what are you trying to tell me? He added to himself.

Author: Nix, Posted: Mon May 20, 2019 2:14 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

Something had gone wrong. Kohaku froze, his entire body stiffened beneath her touch. Before the phoenix could pull back to question anything, he was already moving her himself. Mirannda studied his face, the seriousness had chased all passion away. There was something deeper in his eyes, though, and it was something she recognized all too well. Fear, confusion, and pleading for something to not be so.

Then came his question, and everything clicked. As she hid from her past, so did he. Kohaku was afraid of why the pheonix would know something she shouldn’t, a secret that had been closely guarded. There were so many ways to react to the misunderstanding, but she knew she had to be careful. This was not a time to laugh something this serious away. No, I said Kohaku. It is likely the first syllable got muffled by a kiss or moan. But, until this moment, I did not even know you had any other name than the one I knew.”

Mirannda explained calmly, matching his serious expression. Slowly, she lifted her hands to cup his face soothingly. ”Your secrets are yours, Kohaku. And I promise that Haku will not be revealed to anyone.” Then she leaned in for a reassuring kiss. It was short and sweet, followed by gently pressing her forehead against his. Her eyes were closed as she contemplated her next words. ”My name is Jaliza Rose. Do you remember Kiba, champion of Lokir?”

Suddenly, her heart beat hard and fast against its bony cage. Mirannda had gone too far with this question to back out. She brought him up, now to confess why. While she shared this information with only one other out of necessity, Mirannda opened her eyes to see Kohaku react. ”Where we came from, Kiba ran a guild of good, honest people. They had a beautiful white tree in their courtyard, a precious symbol to them. I struck it with lightning, causing it to burn. Something I find I quite regret.”

Author: Nelanna Fox, Posted: Thu May 9, 2019 6:17 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

Kohaku smirked against her flesh when she replied, placing more kisses along her dainty neck. A groan of slight disappointment left him when Mirannda moved, ruining his plans to do more than just kiss her neck. That moan of hers had set his body aflame, giving him shivers of sheer delight. But he watched her wordlessly, his smirk growing as he took in her every curve, burning the image of her body in his mind. Her movements were slow, teasing him by showing him all that he could touch but not getting within range for him to reach her. It was sweet torture, making him want so much, giving him that itch by showing him so much, but making him wait for it.

Finally, she slowly worked her way into the water with him, his eyes looking her over as she did so. Now that her wrap skirt was gone Kohaku could see her hips better, so fine and luscious as they swayed with each step she took until they were completely submerged in the water. His amber pools moved up to her small waist, then up to her perky bosom, unknowingly licking his lips at their slight bounce when she took yet another step towards him. Kohaku finally forced his gaze away and up at her eyes, his own revealing his hunger for her.

He did not wait. The second Mirannda came within reach his hands reached out and found themselves on her hips as she straddled him. She locked her lips with his after making him wait for so long, a low growl-like moan rumbling deep within his throat. He breathed in her sweet scent right before deepening the kiss. No longer could he think clearly. All of his thoughts were replaced by his bodily urges, longing for more as his beastly side took over. And as quickly as it came, all of the heat in his body turned cold. Mirannda had spoken a name that she shouldn’t even know, and just like that, his urges were replaced with horror.

Kohaku’s eyes shot open, his body now numb to everything she did to it, regretfully. There was no way she knew his real name. She couldn’t! Perhaps it was a slip of the tongue. Yeah, that had to be it. He knew nothing of her, so there was no way of knowing if she was even around back then, but he did know that he had never seen her before he came to this land. Unless, she knew his name from someone else, a person who does know him by that name. That thought only added to his terror. The only people who would know, aside from Kimiko, are people that want him dead for the horrible things he had done. Mirannda is the Champion of death, so was it possible that she was hired by someone seeking revenge to kill him? No, she wouldn’t do that, would she? She may betray him, but surely she wouldn’t betray Nelanna by killing her familiar, right? No, he had no proof of any of that, he shouldn’t be so quick to assume. As decided before, she deserved to be given a chance. Still, he needed to know that he was wrong.

Kohaku took in a shaky breath, furrowing his brow with regret for not paying attention to her touches. Reluctantly he lifted his hands to her shoulders, and instead of answering, he gently pushed her away just enough to look her dead in the eye. “You just called me Haku,” he said with a serious expression. “How do you know my real name?”

Author: Nix, Posted: Thu May 9, 2019 10:54 AM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

Mirannda gave the softest of moans as he kissed her back. His hand held her in place, turning the kiss into deeper meaning than playfulness. The phoenix was fighting against a rolling fog across her mind when Kohaku broke the kiss, her own breathing ragged. His lips left a trail of fire, his breath spreading it as he moved to her neck. "Mmm…" she moaned to his words. "I was hoping you'd say that."

She pulled away until she was standing. Tantalizingly slow, Mirannda untied her wrap skirt, held it out to the side and dropped it on Kohaku's pile of clothing. While she kept her seductive pace, the phoenix dipped her feet into the water one at a time and lurked toward the fox. Mirannda straddled him on the shelf, arms clasped around his neck. His wait, as torturous as she made it, was rewarded with the return of her lips on his.

To kiss someone in such a loving manner, regardless of how passionate and full of selfish intentions it was, was a sweet feeling. The phoenix forgot what it felt like. She could taste the salt of the ocean on him. The sweetness of his kindness flowed through her like a gentle breeze. By his burning passion, Mirannda could tell it had been some time since he indulged in such actions. The briefest pang of sympathy shot through her mind. It served as a reminder of there always being more after carnal acts of pleasure.

"'Haku…" Miranda breathlessly moaned, the first syllable of his name lost somewhere in the kiss she broke. She trailed her lips along his jaw, placing a teasing nip at the base of the bone. "What do… you want… from me?" Her words were broken by planted kisses. While she waited for his answer, Mirannda contented herself with paying attention to his neck, beginning the process of leaving a lustful mark in her wake.

Author: Nelanna Fox, Posted: Wed May 8, 2019 5:34 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

His eyes slowly shut once again to relish in the moment, both physically and mentally. It was difficult to contain his desires, especially when such a beautiful woman was touching him so pleasingly. But he had to keep reminding himself that she still had no given her consent, and aside from her playfulness, she wasn’t even showing any signs that she wanted more from him. Well, until she spoke again.

It was just enough to peak his curiosity and leave him wondering, hoping. Then her entire palm pressed against his flesh, moving down his chest and leaving a wonderful tingle in their wake. A soft moan of satisfaction escaped his now parted lips, eyes remaining closed for the time being to savor the feeling. It was a brief reminder of a feeling he had almost forgotten, and it was just enough to make him crave for more. Kohaku’s thoughts were becoming hazy with his ever growing desire. He could feel her soft breasts pressing up against his back, his hand twitching to feel them more fully, her lips on his jaw adding more heat to his body.

He barely heard what she said when she spoke again, ears pricking at the sound. Finally he managed to open his eyes as her hands moved back to his shoulders, brow raising questioningly. Suddenly he took in a sharp breath much like a gasp when his ear was touched, her hot breath along with the physical contact sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Though his ears were tall and furry, they were still just as sensitive as human ears, if not more. Canine ears give a natural high when touched correctly, making them the perfect pleasure receptors, aside from other obvious areas. Kohaku hummed at her question, his head turning against her fingers as they softly caressed his cheek, down to his jaw, until her thumb found his lips.

What was this hold she had on him? He was powerless against her as if she had trapped him in some kind of spell. Was it because she is the Champion of desire? Did she have this effect on every man? Or had his attraction and desire to be with a woman after so long do this?

Whatever the reason was, Kohaku was majorly enjoying the attention he was getting. He didn’t want her to stop anytime soon. As she tilted his head back his amber eyes locked with hers, heart racing when she started to close in on him. Kohaku let his eyes close, warmly welcoming the kiss and allowing himself to be taken over by it. How long had it been since he had last kissed a woman? He had kissed Nelanna to create their bond, but that could hardly be qualified as a real kiss, so it didn’t count. All of his senses were focused on her lips, their softness, their warmth, their flavor. Every little thing about the kiss was addictive.

He lifted his hand and placed it on her nape, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss, turning it into a more passionate one. Unfortunately he had to break the kiss eventually, gasping for air. Keeping his eyes closed he laid his head back further, allowing his parted lips to drag down to her chin, his hot breath on her soft flesh as he made his way to her neck, placing a light kiss there. “Personally,” he whispered, adding another kiss slightly lower. “I like a little naughtiness.”

Author: Nix, Posted: Wed May 8, 2019 12:47 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

A warm feeling spread through her to watch him relax upon entering the water. It was almost magical to witness a hardened body practically melt into a restful state. As her fingers worked, she mapped the network of scars she could see. So much pain and mistakes of the past were plain as day, clearly laid out now Kohaku was almost nude. It seemed fitting since he saw her own hidden scars when they teamed up to save her life.

Kohaku turned the tables on her by answering her question with a question. Mirannda chuckled softly. "That was just to break the ice, and keep you guessing about my idea. But I wonder, should I do this?" She pressed her palms against his skin as she moved them down his chest, leaning into him as she did. She pulled her hands back up, the pressure moved to her fingers. Her lips were all but touching his jaw as she watched her hands and listened to his reaction.

"How should I proceed Kohaku?" Mirannda continued the pressure massage, careful not to go below the ribs. After a couple more passes, she pulled back to the shoulders once more. This time, her nose lightly trailed along the furred edges of Kohaku's ear, guessing how sensitive they must be. "Should I be… good?" the phoenix whispered softly. A hand lifted and ran the back of her fingers along his cheek and down his jaw until she could run a thumb over his luscious lips. By Dalanesca, they were so inviting!

Gently, she tilted his head back so he could gaze up at her as she gave him a seductive grin while she took in his features. Those amber pools, the long nose. "Or… Should I be naughty?" On impulse, she leaned forward to plant an upside-down kiss on his lips, wanting to taste how scrumptious Kohaku truly was.

Author: Nelanna Fox, Posted: Mon May 6, 2019 11:21 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

Yes, Kohaku had many suspicions as to why the Champion of desire brought him to a hot spring, but he wasn’t expecting her to tell him to strip. At least not as bluntly, or as a command. He blinked with surprise, ears standing tall as if on alert until she spoke again. He finally smirked, raising both hands in defeat before gripping the bottom of his shirt. “Alright, alright. Now that I know your intentions aren’t vile I feel completely comfortable with taking my clothes off,” he said with a light chuckle. His shirt started lifting, revealing his toned stomach, then his chest, until it came off entirely and was tossed aside. His muscles were hard and strong, chiseled as if they were carved from marble. But something else was too revealed. All along his back, stomach, chest, shoulders and arms were many scars of almost every type. Some were clearly self inflicted when he was younger, the ones along his inner forearms around his wrists. Some were from the many wars he’d partaken in, others were more recent.

His boots were next, also set aside. After his pants were removed he got permission to stop from going any further, leaving him with dark, skin tight underwear that were low cut so that it didn’t get in the way of his tail. “Come on, you’ve already made me go this far,” he said, playfully teasing her before he turned away. He stepped into the hot water in the spot she told him to be in, and slowly lowered himself in. Almost instantly as he sat down a heavy sigh of relief escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering closed. Finally, after so long Kohaku was able to allow himself to relax. He couldn’t even remember the last time he visited a hot spring.

His eyes opened when her voice reached his ears, brow raising at her words. A smirk formed. What was she up to this time? Suddenly her hands were on his shoulders, rubbing his hard and weary muscles. He hadn’t even realized just how tense they really were until he felt them relaxing under her touch. He supposed that’s what happens when he’s gone countless years since his last massage. Kohaku hummed with approval, his smirk turning slightly lopsided. “What a delightful idea,” he said half to himself. Her next question made his brow raise, head tilting before his smirk grew. “Well, since you’re ordering me around now I suppose that makes you the dominant one. So you tell me,” he replied.

Author: Nix, Posted: Mon May 6, 2019 4:45 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

The idea was the hot springs. While she did not know exactly what she intended to do once they got there. Throughout their trip, she kept looking back at Kohaku, giggling every so often as she thought of the different things she could do to him. No doubt that he was thinking about how honest her intentions might be. How many one night stands had she initiated? Mirannda began to think she had two vastly different sides of herself. On one hand, she used men however she saw fit, only to learn that they were not what she was looking for. The other hand was more like who she was before meeting the Krugles. Sweet, and kind, generous yet serious. It was this other side that presented itself to River and Kohaku.

The phoenix had no idea how, or why this particular side chooses people. But those it did choose tended to be similar to her in many ways. Kohaku was protective, and just as reserved as she used to be when she was known as Jaliza. She could see his strength when she looked at him. When she found him on the beach, well there were not that many people who would have been as quiet as he was to remove that embedded wood. Kohaku's words brought her back from her thoughts as she looked back at him, that same mischievous smile plastered on her face. "I don't know, why did I bring you here?" she teased back and stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

When the steamy pools finally made it into view, Mirannda gave them a criticizing look-over. There was a rock shelf that would allow someone to sit and be partially exposed to the moist air above. "Okay, here's what I need you to do. Strip, and sit there on that underwater shelf." She pointed to that shelf as she gave him a look that was so very serious, it would be hard to ignore her demand until she gave him a teasing reassurance. "Don't worry, little companion, I won't take advantage of you." Mirannda bit her lip as she watched him take off the ruined shirt, his boots, and pants when she held up her hand. "That's enough. Now get in."

Finally, Kohaku had listened to her orders, and Mirannda let him sit there, wondering exactly what she was going to do. "You have been through a terrible accident. Let me ease things for you." Mirannda's voice was soft and kind as she kneeled behind him. Her hands hesitated before resting on his shoulders. Slowly, her thumbs began moving in circular motions, applying pressure to tense muscle bunches. "See? Tense. Tell me, Kohaku…  What do you think should happen?"

Author: Nelanna Fox, Posted: Mon May 6, 2019 3:01 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

Their eyes were locked for many lengthy moments, heart hammering in his chest the longer the silence carried on. Kohaku was beginning to believe that she too was just as tempted by him as he was by her. And then he was painfully reminded that they were not alone. His tall black ears twitched at the dogs’ words. Mirannda’s reaction was surprising; why would the Champion of desire be so shocked by their suggestion? Seducing men was her thing. Yet, the fox was amused regardless, so much so that his lips formed a small smirk to show it. Her cheeks turned dark red as the dogs spoke for the last time, and Kohaku realized just how much he liked that look on her.

Then it was the dogs’ words that reminded him of on very important little detail: this was the Champion of lust he was attracted to. Which meant that her interest in him may not be genuine. That is, assuming he’s reading her signs right. Pursuing her may only end in heartbreak, he would only be used, a plaything for a good time.

But as quickly as the thought came, he pushed it aside to be forgotten. Mirannda is a kind woman. It was unfair to think she could be such a heartless whore. He was ashamed for having such thoughts, she deserved better.

He shook his hand dismissively at her apology. “There is no need for an apology,” Kohaku replied with a knowing smirk. Due to his more commonly known form, his human form, it was easy to forget his own fox blood. Foxes are dogs, too, so he not only understood the two canine companions, but he also had very similar thoughts. “We always mean well,” he added with a playful wink.

Suddenly they were quiet again, and he noticed her eyes looking over him, working their way down to his torso. His amber eyes automatically drew to her own chest. Her suite revealed just enough to tease him, his heart racing with the desire to test to see if they were just as thick and soft as they appeared. Kohaku forced himself to look back up just in time to catch her smirk, and she took his hand in hers, his heart thumping. He cocked his brow to show his sudden curiosity. “Where are we going?” Kohaku asked, but obtained no answer. Surprises were not his most favorite thing in the world, but no woman had managed to give him a surprise that had not pleased him in some way, so he decided to give her a chance.

The curious fox was guided along off the beach and deeper onto the island. Past the bordering trees they went, soon entering a village which Kohaku had never heard of. The people were charming and kind as the fox and Champion passed through, but they made no stops for chitchat. After leaving the village they followed a trail that only Mirannda seemed to know where it would take them. But much more traveling was not needed before Kohaku was no longer left in the dark.

His ear pricked at the ever growing sound of running water, the soft smell of tropical flowers filling the air. A knowing smirk once again showed on his features. “Well, well,” he said smoothly. “The hot springs. Do I need to ask why you’ve brought me here? Or should I take a guess?” He cupped his chin ponderously, eyes looking down at Mirannda as if he already knew the answer. Kohaku was having difficulty imagining her intentions were entirely pure, but yet again, that was an unfair way of thinking. But if he was being honest with himself, he was hoping her intentions were not pure.

It had been so long since he had been touched by a woman, and just as long since he had showered a woman with his affection. He craved to be reminded what it was like to feel the dainty hands and soft lips of a woman upon his flesh, to have his heart racing and body burning, as well as to feel and taste a woman’s smooth and soft skin with his own hands and lips, to drown himself in her sweet, feminine scent, run his fingers through her hair. But it had been just as long since he even wanted such things, since Mai’s death. He had lost interest for a long while, and became picky once his interest had been regained. Until Nelanna came along.

For the longest time he denied what he felt for her, telling himself that it was their Master and familiar bond that was the cause. But no matter how hard he fought to demolish those feelings, he only fell for her even harder. Her heart could never have been his, for it belonged to someone else from the very beginning. It belonged to Cecil.

To save himself from any further heartache he needed to let her go. Holding onto someone he could never have was unhealthy and damaging in many ways. Perhaps a distraction could do him some good until he could find a permanent solution, and Mirannda was the only other woman who made him feel this way.

The Champion of desire she may be, but she still had feelings, a heart that could break just as easily as his. Using her without her permission first was a scary thought, because then who would be the real heartless one? Kohaku did not wish to hurt her in any way. So he would ask for her consent, and act accordingly to whatever decision she makes.

Author: Nix, Posted: Mon May 6, 2019 2:58 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

For what felt like an eternity, Mirannda stood there, locked in a gaze with Kohaku. Suddenly, a furry body pushed violently against her legs, a yelp of surprise echoed across the beach as Kohaku now supported most of her weight. 'Lick him already! Become his bitch." The phoenix whirled around after regaining her balance. "Rayne!" Her fists were angrily resting on her hips. 'Don't deny it, I can smell it on you. Why you humans make everything so complicated is beyond me.' Mirannda flushed deeply as she flailed for a counter-retort.

'Aren't you the champion of lust and desire?' Xeno chimed in, causing Rayne to bark in laughter. Mirannda closed her eyes, trying to keep her temper in check. "Enough!" Silence descended as she glared at her pets. "You two wonder why you are stuck on guard duty? This, right here! Go back home before I singe your ears!" Why had this curse of hearing and understanding animals blossom? While she sometimes enjoyed talking with Elata, most of the time it was more infuriating than not. Fortunately, the jackals heeded her command, if a little too proudly. She was going to hear them gloat about getting under her skin later, and she refrained from the desire to throw some fire at them anyway.

An apologetic smile spread on her face as she turned toward Kohaku. "I am so sorry about Rayne and Xeno. They mean well… Most of the time." She bit her lip, trying to figure out how to salvage this unexpected time with such a hottie… Her eyes did wander from his eyes to his lips and to his chest. The phoenix was the champion of lust and desire! Her hand reached out to grab his, a mischievous grin on her face. "Come with me, I have an idea!"

Author: Nelanna Fox, Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2019 1:35 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

Her face reddened when his hand touched hers and he thanked her. Kohaku’s brow raised for a moment, eyes blinking. Was he imagining it, or did the Champion of desire just blush? If that really were the case then he suddenly felt like he’d won a golden metal for such an accomplishment. It took all he had to resist teasing her for it, but the slightest hint of a smirk did appear, only to vanish when she spoke again. She explained that she was not the one on vacation, but it was her familiars. Calcifer was the familiar name of the two she spoke, the other leaving him curious with a slightly tilted head. When she was at Nelann’s cottage he’d heard another voice speaking to Mirannda. Though he had not seen another creature nor person, it made sense now that it could have only been another familiar, perhaps Elata.

“If this was my vacation then I should certainly rethink everything else on my bucket list,” he replied seriously, yet the small smirk his lips had formed gave away his second attempt at humor. Then he shrugged, glancing out towards the sea, “I can feel that everyone is alive, but some are in pain. I haven’t the slightest idea where they are, but I can’t help them in the state I am in. I need to heal first.” His eyes narrowed with worry as he thought of Nelanna. He could sense that Ensarrian was in pain as well, but somehow he could only focus on his dear Master. His chest squeezed as if being coiled by a constrictor snake, but he quickly shook the thought from his mind before he got any more worrying ideas. She was a tough woman, surely she would be fine until he could return to her side. Besides, Cecil is probably with her.

Mirannda’s voice suddenly brought him back to reality, his head turning to look back down at her. He moved his hand out of the way to give her access to his wound, taking the cloth with it. He winced a little when she touched him, but then quickly found himself distracted by her. She had such a peaceful look with her eyes closed, and before he knew it his eyes were soaking in every one of her features. Her skin was so fine, her long eyelashes caressing her beautifully flushed cheeks, her lips ever so tempting. Then she came closer. His body stiffened as his heart thumped in his chest, but he quickly forced himself to relax before she could notice. He couldn’t help but notice the warmth of her breath on his neck, the soft sensation of her body barely pressed up against his gave him an itch. His hand twitched as he suppressed the urge to feel of her skin, accidentally dropping the cloth.

Her eyes finally opened and looked up into his, his breath holding for several long moments. Unknowingly his tail began to sway lightly from side to side, his eyes now starting to show the yearning he was feeling. “It’s…lovely,” he breathed, completely forgetting that she was talking about his wound. A large part of him wanted to give in to his desires, but the smaller part lingered over his shoulder with a heavier weight. It told him that he shouldn’t get involved, that he should stay true to his feelings for Nelanna. But that wouldn’t be fair to anyone. She now belonged to Cecil, he shouldn’t feel the need to hold onto those feelings he shouldn’t even be having. In fact, he needed to get over her. So…going after Mirannda wouldn’t be such a bad thing, would it?

Author: Nix, Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2019 9:37 AM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

Mirannda smirked at the playful retort. Why did she get the distinct feeling that he often attempted to make light of such situations? The phoenix did not relent as he reacted to the sudden pressure from another source. She tried to ignore the lack of space between them, attempting to keep her attention on the task at hand. Yet she couldn’t help but watch his hand moved to cover her own. At the sound of his voice, her aqua pools slid to up his, a familiar feeling of swooning washing over her as her blush deepened and hastily removed her hand from beneath his.

”You’re welcome… Kohaku.” Her voice was breathy, yet sincere as she downcast her gaze demurely. Honestly, not too long ago, her life was in his and Cecil’s hands before Nelanna came home. That kind of thing showed the survivor what kind of people her saviors are. ”Oh, not mine. Calcifer and Elata wanted to visit the volcano. I was just enjoying the peaceful quiet.” Mirannda bit her lip as his free hand slid through that wet hair of his. Why was it so damned sexy when men do that? ”But you’re not here for vacation. Impaled wood, driftwood, looks like you were shipwrecked. Is everyone okay?” The phoenix was attempting to distract herself from the lustful thoughts suddenly surging through her mind.

Oh! He still needed to finish getting proper attention for that gaping hole in his side! How could she have been selfish and nearly forgotten that when she had just so casually mentioned it? ”Actually… It’s been a while, but let me try something?” Mirannda carefully moved his hand and the cloth away from the wound and gently placed her warm hand upon it. Her eyes fluttered closed as she concentrated, focusing her magic. As her hand began to give off a healing warmth, she pressed in a bit harder, and subconsciously closing inches between them simultaneously. When she was certain her heal spell was successful, she blinked and found herself staring right up into Kohaku’s amber eyes, suddenly becoming very aware that the fabric of her suit was brushing the wet fabric of his shirt. ”Um… How does that feel?” she whispered.

Author: Nelanna Fox, Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2019 2:36 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

No more than a moment after standing a familiar voice made Kohaku turn his head. The last person he expected was vastly approaching him. Mirannda called to him with a tone of concern to match her worried expression. He blinked, ears pricking with interest as his amber pools swiftly swept over her body. The fox always knew she had a fine figure, and her swimsuit was generous enough to show it. “Well, I could either stay here and bleed to death or look for help,” he replied, though rather playfully despite his urge to wince at the pain. “I thought I could take my chances.”

The Champion summoned a cloth and immediately pressed it against his wound. His torso muscles tightened and he hunched slightly, groaning at the pressure and briefly shutting his eyes as tightly as he could. Once he managed to regain himself, he placed his own hand on hers, indicating that he could hold the cloth instead. His eyes looked down into hers softly, yet there was a hint of relief as he gazed upon her. “Thank you, Mirannda,” he said, voice smooth and silky yet filled with gratitude.

In all honesty, he was more than happy that she was the one who found him, if not one of his companions. Almost everyone else he knew were people he didn’t fully trust. Mirannda was a kind and familiar face, one he knew he could reveal his weakness to. Though, he wasn’t entirely sure why. Perhaps it was the trust that always emanated from Nelanna that made him feel the same for her fellow Champion. He didn’t know her very well, so he figured that must be the reason. That, or it was just a gut feeling.

“I am very fortunate you were nearby to lend aid,” he added. “Were you here to see the sights? It looks as if I interrupted your vacation.” His eyes dropped to examine her figure once more, taking special interest in her swimwear. The black clothing complimented her fine skin perfectly, and the purple was a nice touch. But it wasn’t wet as one might expect it to be at a beach. She must not have been swimming. He forced himself to stand up straight, releasing a light breath as he ran his free hand through his wet ginger hair, pulling it all back to expose his whole face. It seemed his small ponytail had come undone, much to his disappointment. But, first thing’s first, he needed to tend to his wound. Just a simple cloth would not suffice. He needed herbs and bandages.

After waiting for an answer a few moments longer, he decided to get back on track. “Is there someplace where I can get medical supplies? A nearby house or town perhaps?”

Author: Nix, Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2019 9:29 AM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

Calcifer and Elata both agreed that traveling to the island of Apoy was beneficial to them all. Myriad, a name she had given to a small rainbow phoenix, joined them. It was a beautiful sight to see the color streak across the sky. Of course, Xeno and Rayne, mated jackals who have bonded themselves to Mirannda for reasons she'll never know, refused to stay behind this time. From the moment they stepped foot on the island, the phoenixes and jackals have felt nothing but welcomed by the native-folk. A vacation seemed out of the question, she had yet to do much of anything for her goddess, but she was still learning what her new world had to offer its citizens. Myriad, Elata, and Calcifer all disappeared almost immediately upon arriving. They were headed directly for the volcano itself.

This left Mirannda alone with her jackals. Their black coats shone in the bright sun as they trotted alongside her. With consideration of their location, Mirannda donned a black bikini swimsuit with a sheer purple piece of fabric tied around her waist, flowing behind her as she walked barefoot in the sand. Xeno and Rayne were in perfect contrast with the white beach. Compared to her other companions, these two were surprisingly quiet. They walked on either side of her, heads held high, as if she had trained them extremely well. The time they spent on the beach was quite relaxing, a calmness entering her heart.

The water gently lapped at the shore and her feet, birds cried overhead, everything peacefully perfect. Until she heard something that pulled her back to reality. Rayne gave a soft whimper, Xeno a soft growl, and someone in pain while trying not to scream aloud. It was a sound she was all too familiar with herself. As if the volcano was reaching towards the ocean, there was a slight outcropping of rocks that blocked a portion of the beach from view where she was. Mirannda was alone on this side, so the injured must be on the other. She darted forward, ignoring the slowing effect the sand had on her. Scrambling over the rocks, Mirannda paused for the briefest of moments in stunned recognition.

Next to a bloody plank of wood sat a man in elvish attire, black and gold, ruined by the sea. While his facial features were scrunched in pain, there was no denying that it was Kohaku. That familiar blush crept over her cheeks as she launched back into action, running to his side with Xeno and Rayne easily keeping pace. ”Kohaku! Sit back down, you dolt! Do you want to bleed out from exertion?” They weren’t exactly the words she was intending on saying, but she was familiar with a wound such as this. With a wave of her hand, a clean wad of cloth was summoned, and Mirannda did not accept no for an answer when she pressed it against his wound, applying pressure to help stem the flow.

Author: Nelanna Fox, Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2019 4:56 PM, Post Subject: Shipwrecked [P, R]

Nelanna was on a mission. She’d received word from Zanar’s men that some poachers had captured timber wolves from Zanar’s realm. These wolves were important to her patron deity, and thus important to Nelanna as well. But that wasn’t the only reason she set out on a mission to retrieve them. It was downright cruelty to take an animal from their land and ship them off someplace else. They could die overseas from stress, become homesick and fall ill. It could ruin the wolves, if it wasn’t their coats or other body parts that were sought after. After some investigating the Champion found a trail leading to Onnen, a trail she quickly followed. With her two familiars with her, and Cecil as well, they boarded a sailship and departed for the new land.

It was when they were passing Apoy that their tide of luck began to turn.

Strong winds soon came their way, tossing and folding the sea. The storm quickly worsened with roaring winds and violent tides that rocked the ship. The vessel’s old body groaned a creaked with each thrash against its sides, large waves reaching heights that reached over the railing. “Raise the sails! We’re setting a course for the nearest shore!” Came the Captain’s command. Nelanna, who was struggling to keep her balance on the rocking ship and using the railing to keep her feet on the deck, looked to the Captain at the helm. “No! We need to head for more open water!” She shouted, trying to get her voice to reach the man over the roaring winds. “Are you insane?” The Captain argued. “We must seek shelter!”

Was he a madman? They needed to ride out the storm if they wished to survive! Being near land would give them less room to maneuver. Suddenly, an ear breaking snap broke through the roaring when a large wave crashed over the deck, almost sweeping Nelanna off her feet. Ensarrian yelped when he was thrown back and slammed against the railing on the other side, where he then held on for his life. “Nelanna!” Kohaku’s distressed voice turned her attention towards him. He was by the mast, his soaked form keeping a tight hold on the wooden beam, “The sails!” Nelanna looked up, and her eyes widened with horror at the sight of the tallest sail falling over at a point where the beam had been broken. Was the ship so old that it couldn’t handle such strong winds? How would they get out of the storm without the ability to steer the ship?

“Nelanna, behind you!” This time it was Ensarrian that demanded her attention, eyes enormous and face pale. This is when she noticed a shadow growing over the deck. She turned to look over her shoulder, and her blood froze. A massive wave stretched high above the ship, reaching heights that could be compared to a tower. Without a second thought, she quickly searched for Cecil, finding him nearby. She reached out to him, wrapping her arms around him and holding on as tightly as she could, refusing to let go. She would take no chances of being separated from him.

The next thing they heard was the sound of a crack like thunder when the crushing weight of the wave plummeted down onto the ship. It was like being hit by a brick wall; their bones felt like caving in under the pressure, all the air in their lungs being forced out. They were pulled into the water, completely submerged and tossed about violently. For a moment Kohaku managed to get his head above the water and tried taking in a breath, but was quickly forced back under, lungs filling with the freezing liquid. He fought to the best of his ability, fear striking him more than ever. He wanted to find Nelanna, to at least protect her from the storm somehow, but he couldn’t even save himself. Despair quickly followed, yet he continued to fight against the storm. Once more he managed to breach the surface, drinking in as much air as he could to satisfy his burning lungs.

A groan drew his attention upwards. The broken body of the ship was turning over as another wave it its side, and it was coming down straight for him. He held his breath and pulled himself back under the water moments before the ship came tumbling down on him. The blow tossed him more violently, bits and pieces of the broken ship flying by. A sharp pain hit the side of his abdomen, but he fought to keep from screaming. The water around him quickly turned a ting red.

The next thing he saw was black.

~*~

Kohaku woke to the sound of birds singing overhead, quiet waves softly coming up and down at his feet, the sun’s bright rays shining through his closed eyes. His amber pools fluttered open, squinting at the light at first until they gradually became accustomed to it. He coughed and choked suddenly with salty water coming out of his lungs and up his throat. But the effort it took to rid his body of the water reminded him of another pain, one in his stomach. His face twisted with pain before glancing down at himself. Part of a broken piece of plank wood was sticking out of his stomach, the end of it splintered with the rest of it stained with his blood. He slowly grabbed hold of the wood, pondering whether he should remove it or leave it. After careful examination, he concluded that it was in a rather good spot. No arteries had been hit, and the only real damage would be going too deep and hitting vital organs.

Taking in a deep breath, he started to pulled the plank. His head shot back against the warm and wet sand, mouth agape in a silent scream as he struggled to hold himself back. His body was tense, then fell limp the moment the wood had been removed. Immediately blood began flowing more quickly from the wound. He tossed the wood aside and placed his hand over the deep gash, trying to stunt the blood flow with pressure. Groaning with his body screaming from misery, he forced himself to sit up and glance around. Shattered pieces of wood both large and small littered the sandy shores, reminding him of everything that had happened. His eyes widened at the realization that Nelanna could be injured, or worse. But he quickly relaxed when he felt her heart beating strong through their connection. He sighed with relief and heaved himself to his feet. If Nelanna was alright, then he should worry for himself for the time being and get help. Then, he could begin searching for his Master.