Theo Anders and the Black Exaltation[Worm/Exalted][Hiatus]

A little more explicit than Loving the Lover, but I still think it's safe for the QQ SFW forums. Still, have a 'Questionable' Warning. re: I believe everything sexual in this snip falls under [Listed under 'Questionable' and it is considered polite to give a warning] 'Written scenes that heavily imply any kind of sexual conduct (even if the sexual conduct itself would be illegal), so long as it remains at implication, and does not cross over into explicit explanation/description.' without getting into [Definitely NSFW] 'Written Fiction that contains graphic descriptions of Gore or sex. (Saying 'They fucked like rabbits' and using suggestive imagery is okay, spelling out all mechanical details is not.)'

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You check the time on your very nice wristwatch. Its starting to get late.

Now would be a good time to leave. You certainly are important enough and skilled enough to have accomplished all that you wished this evening, and you will be seen leaving with a certain lovely woman on your arm.

It will also help you avoid the adults who are starting to move past buzzed and into tipsy or even outright drunk. And avoid anybody who may decide, now having liquid courage, to take some form of frustration at your actions on you. As a prince, you are above such things.

"Sabah, are you alright with leaving now? The party is just going to wind down at this point, and people will start 'pre-gaming' for their next one."

Sabah looks up from talking with Sam, an eyebrow raised. She gives a quick glance back to Sam, who gives her a smile and a nod. They exchange numbers and you begin to make your good-byes around the rest of the group. The twins give you a kiss on the cheek, at the same time.

The Mayor wishes you well, as does Rory. You are 'politely' dismissed by the Stansfields.

"There is a car waiting for you and Sabah outside, Theo. I'll see you at home," your father tells you when you make your rounds to him, the subtle order of not staying the night with Sabah implicit.

An obvious display of wealth, even to the Stansfields, who drive themselves around the city.

It would be an Empire member. Which one was the question. No matter, you'll deal with it when you get to the car.

"Of course, Father, after I've escorted Ms. Sabah home," you reply, receiving a nod.

Sabah takes your arm and the two of you begin to take your leave.

I came, I saw, I conquered.

Those words reverberate in your mind as you leave, looking out at the party as if it were a dominated battlefield: the frequent furtive glances of Castle Panacea, her gates open, her draw-bridge down; the still smoking crater of Dean's self-esteem, now nothing more than a cloud of dust, the look of shell-shock still on his face as you spy him leaving the bathroom; the now absent Shadow Stalker.

Your allies in the Empire are still too strong to deal with, still too independent of you. You will avoid any issues that will arise from your courtier's orientation. Your Social Stealth Lesbian Infiltration-Bomber. Aaron and Ophelia have unwelcoming sensibilities, and so you wave to them, but do not join them.

At this juncture, you have not made the PRT aware of you, nor do you wish to have any of their attention upon you. Truly, you wish for their attention to be ever elsewhere until such time as you have already won the inevitable conflict.
That shall be a battle, a war, to be won another day.

You do not even acknowledge the Deputy Director's existence as you pass by his group.

New Wave is reeling from your surgical strikes. From the lessons you have learned on your father's lap, you know not to talk after closing a deal, legal, corporate ones or criminal extortion. Right now, Sabah and yourself are what the Harpy and Amy desire. They hunger for the two of you.

You shall sharpen their hunger by denying them your presence. You want Amy's hunger to be painful, her needs overwhelming, her judgement impaired.

Furthermore, you do not wish to risk the prize of Amy's heart, by attempting to complete the set of the second generation of New Wave's women by seducing Crystal, in front of Amy.

For the time being, leaving is your strongest, and your cruelest, move.

And so you, the Dark Prince, and your courtier move, with grace, with strength, and with cold cruelty. You had been a nobody, and now had power; you were once a boy who was pitied and are now a man who is envied.

Sabah moves in concert, having learned her position for the night well in such a short time, a brighter and feminine reflection of yourself.

You are leaving early, in plain sight, with a lovely young lady on your arm. At least half the party wants one or both of you. Every eye follows as you exit and the light seems dimmer, the music less vibrant with your lack.

The lights in the hallway flicker, as you pass under them, and the two of you end up out on the street. The driver and car your father mentioned are currently missing.

"Sabah," you start, "I know that the original deal had us part ways at this point, but allow me the honor of escorting you to your door?"

She smiles impishly.

"Isn't that what gentlemen are supposed to do on the first date?"

"Gentlemen are still supposed to ask," you remark back at her, as she rolls her eyes slightly.

"Yes, you may," Sabah says haughtily before dissolving into a light round of giggles.

"I take it you had a good time overall?"

"I had a wonderful time," she smiles widely at you, "And it was all thanks to you!"

"I had a much better time than usual," you take her hand and lightly kiss the back of it, prompting more giggles, "because of the lovely lady who deigned accept my invitation."

"You were persuasive. And it was a good deal. I'm glad I accepted. I can't wait until next time."

"Ah, just one thing," you have the decency to look embarrassed, "if you wish to continue to spend time in my circles, it is advised that you find a 'beard.' There are-"

"You, who else?" Sabah cuts you off, "Just play any girlfriend I get, hopefully Victoria, off as something, like... an open relationship. I'm not going to complain if I see you with someone."

Before you can continue a sleek black car pulls up and a huge, blonde man with his long hair in a pony tail comes out and around, opening the door for you and Sabah.

Its Brad.

More commonly known as Hookwolf.

Hookwolf is the driver.

Hookwolf, and your father, will know where Sabah, an Asian-White, lives. Well played Max, well played.

It would be best not to cause a scene in front of Sabah.

"Brad, you washed your hair."

"Boss said I had to pretty up," he says, giving Sabah a tip of his hat, "And take you and the lady to your respective homes."

You help Sabah into the car, ignoring her confused and concerned look. You shoot her a look and she slides across the seat to her spot quietly. You take the door from Brad and shut it firmly. The large man gives you a wolfish smirk.

"Don't worry, Theo. Boss wants us to talk some shop on the ride home. But she's under your protection. Don't fuck up, she's good. Simple as that."

With a nod, Brad opens the door again and you slide into place, frowning slightly. Sabah's hand finds yours and she gives it a reassuring squeeze as the door shuts and Brad makes his way to the driver's seat.

She tells Brad where she lives when asked and you are on your way. Surprisingly Sabah cuddles up to you, hugging you around the midsection.

You look down at her questioningly, she mouths 'beard' back up at you. Such a quick witted courtier, you were glad of her.

"I'd get a little more handsy," she says loud enough for Brad to hear, "but the twins made sure I knew what I was allowed to do with you tonight."

"I won't tell if you won't," you shoot back, a smirk gracing your face, "and neither will Brad."

Almost as if it had been rehearsed, Brad tips his hat and the divide between the front and the back went up.

You sag slightly, and close your eyes, relieved that you had some privacy. The back was likely bugged.

And then Sabah shifts up and over and settles into your lap. Her hands diving under your jacket and pressing into your chest.

Your eyes snap open just in time to have Sabah's lips crash onto yours, hot and needy. You begin to respond in kind, before breaking off the kissing. Her hips start moving, sliding back and forth lengthwise across your lap.

"Sabah?" you ask, unsure of what exactly is going on.

Her eyes are practically smoldering.

"You deserve this. You were really awesome tonight. It's the nicest I've been treated in ages," she smiles sheepishly, her hips still grinding into yours, "and you're kinda the only guy I think is hot. So, let's just enjoy this until my stop, okay?"

You are surprised enough at her declaration that you forget to use the cold-bone power, your forehead darkening significantly with a perfectly shaped bruise. Her hands are running up and down your ribs.

She wants to explore her physical attraction to you, sexually. You don't deny her.

Her lips descend back onto yours. Her hands find yours and place them on her buttocks before returning to your chest and ribs.

Sabah has a really nice bottom. And you thoroughly enjoy feeling it in your hands, as the two of you begin to add tongue to the kisses, and her hips buck against yours. She makes the most adorable squeals and moans while you knead her rump.

The two of you do as Sabah asked and enjoy the alone time. You would swear to the Neverborn she orgasmed from the way she shuddered and mewled against your lips, that one moment.

Its almost painful by the time the car stops.

She slides off of you and waits for Brad to open your door, the two of you panting.

"You're bigger than most of my toys," she says with giggle, gliding a hand along your tented pants. You grab it and shake your head.

How embarrassing would it be to gain a wet spot on your pants? Even black ones.

The door opens and you step out, offering a slightly unsteady Sabah a hand out of the car.

"Don't take too long, Theo. Boss wants you home," Brad says as you help Sabah to the door of her... shoddy looking apartment complex.

You eventually manage to make it up the stairs. Sabah makes a game of stealing kisses from you. Of course, you must deny them.

Eventually, you make it to her door and she unlocks it.

"It seems we must part ways," you say with a small smile.

Her response is to roll her eyes, open her door and yank you in, shutting the door behind you. Your back hits the door with a small thump and Sabah lowers herself.

"This has to be hurting, you've been hard for twenty minutes now," she murmurs, as she runs a hand along your tented pants, "I'll take care of it, and then you can be on your way."

You make token protests, but soon enough you are enclosed in her mouth and quickly undone by a swirling tongue.

She gags a bit and walks off into her kitchenette, you hear her spit into what must be the sink, given the running water and gargling that follow. You do up your pants and make sure you're all set before you leave.

She hasn't returned and you take a cursory look around her... hovel as you step away from the door.

Its certainly cozy, but other than the bolts of cloth and the mannequins around her living room/work area, it's terribly low quality.

What Do about what you and Sabah just did?:
[] Play it cool, she was exploring a newly revealed aspect of herself. You enjoyed it, but there is more to your relationship with her than sticking your dick in her.

[] Maybe she's willing to go farther? Surely, your father would understand. Brad will wait.

[] Holy fuck that was awesome.

[] See if she's willing to give up her panties.

[] Write in

What say about Sabah's living conditions?:
[] Nothing. Its her life.

[] She is yours. Your friend, your fuckbuddy, your courtier, your whatever. And nothing of yours will live like this.

[] Write in

Anything else you want to tell Sabah?:
[] No

[] Write-in (Things like having powers, the Empire, her being under your protection)
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Mote Gain: -1

XP Gain: +18 for completion of party; +1 'Social Combat' training day

XP Spending:
[] Purchase
-[] Write in

[] Bank

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Decided to change the Anima levels. Bruising -> Bleeding -> Glow plus glowing stigma(No more bleeding, because blood is joining stigma it leaves forehead) -> Robes + Orbs -> Totemic