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City of Everywhere: False Wing

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A portal opened, one of hundreds that takes member of the adventurer's guild from the City of Everywhere into the dead worlds where treasures and knowledge can be found. These are the only type of worlds the adventurers are allowed to visit, since they are the only ones where collecting treasures would count as excavation instead of theft.

As the white embers of energy scattered about and vanished, two people emerged. They came into this world with a group of other travellers, but for odd reasons, they found themselves alone amongst a ruined building. The ruin seemed human, based on the proportions of the stairs and the arches, something resembling a cathedral.

As the portal closed behind them, a flock of bird-like animals flew away from a large statue of a winged humanoid.

(anyone of you may roll for religion)
 
Balthier looks around after the portal closed. "Fran? Fran!" He calls out, His usual partner not next to him. He looks over at the magic user next to him and the empty space next to her as well. "Where is your partner?"
 
The Scarlet Witch hung in mid air as the light emanating from the portal faded as it closed, leaving her with the gun toting guy she only just now spied. "Apparently the Gods Above and Demons below are having their sport with us..." she said in a wry tone colored with a jaded kind of amusement as her gaze fell on her companion while she didn't quite answer his question. She wafted to the ground and approached him, the fine red boots she wore that hugged her legs up high on her thighs making almost no sound on the rough ground. With a cat like tread she approached him and offered him her hand saying, "call me the Scarlet Witch... For simplicities sake, sir" Her way of making introductions before scanning the area and its features statue, something about the place tickling some vague memory.

((OOC 17 on the Religion check))
 
Wanda recognizes that the statue had religious significance, an object of worship. The wings on its back makes it resemble an angel from earth theological lores, but as a mutant herself, she knows very well that not all winged humanoids are divine. Another thing she would notice would be the low emanation of spiritual energy, a psychic resonance that hums in her mind softly.

There are no signs of the others, no sound or trace, but the world is big and it seems to match the description given to them by the adventurer's guild.
 
Balthier takes her hand softly, pumps it up and down once before letting it go. "Balthier. Its nice to meet you Scarlet Witch." He says coolly. He takes a good look around and gets a good bearing of the area. "Well atleast we are where we need to be. Maybe the rest of our party is just in a different part of this world."
 
"Which means," The Scarlet Witch replied as she gave Balthier's hand a little squeeze and dipping into something like a curtsey before continuing with, "we're on our own to explore what the ancient hallowed ground holds." She tossed her head and her magnificent mane of dark hair swept through the air as she placed some of what she saw around them both. As she slipped her hand free of his she asked, "you're not the superstitious type are you? This won't be a problem?" Her left hand gestured expansively to make it clear she was referencing exploring and purloining things from sacred ground and as she did so a hint of a wry, challenging smile played over her lips.

Wanda walked over to the statue that sported outstretched wings without taking her gaze completely off Balthier. She wanted to take a closer look at it and see if she could determine anything more about those who worshiped here and the Divinity they placed their faith in. "I fins there's something sad... And beautiful here," she mused in a way that was oddly rich with meaning, like there was something she identified with personally in this place they found themselves in.
 
As the Scarlet Witch approached the statue, a change can be felt in the air. The statue reacted to something, something within the lady, and she can feel it. The chaos magic inside her churned, clashing with something that finds her very being to be anathema and attempts to push her away. At the same time, her own arcane energy went berserk, rejecting the pressence within the statue with all its might. Chaos and order fought and in an instant, the two wings glowed brightly before shattering, sending a shockwave through the area.

(Roll Fortitude both of you)
 
(Weeping Angel!!!!)

"Meaning, if we look around long enough, we might run into them." Balthier replies. As she continues to question, he continues to answer. "If i was superstitious I wouldn't be here. Treasure is treasure." He shrugs and walks behind Scarlet, not staying to far away. He watched the going ons as she touched the statue, and his face changes from calm to worry. "This won't be good." and he braces himself against the shock wave.

(damn it 1+4=5)
 
The Scarlet Witch chuckled and shrugged as Balthier spoke his high hopes that somehow they'd be brought back into the company of the companions the guild's gate separated them from. Smiling wryly but biting her tongue, the lady in red held her piece and gave herself over to her curiosity... and invited her fate to take on that of a certain feline...

As the Scarlet Witch's attention was fixed on the angelic statue something ancient and powerful stared back and found her wanting. Her screams shattered the peace as the Thing of Order(tm) bent its will to excise her from reality. The part of her that was bound inextricably to an Elder God of Chaos fought back, twisting and wriggling, scheming and dreaming of some way to break free of that which dared pit itself against such a fundamental power. Wanda felt like she was being ripped to shreds by madness and unbridled possibilities, reformed and unformed then reformed again until SHE embodied all that she needed to be to best her challenger and somehow rise triumphant. The wave of force that emanated from her was the herald of her victory and a measure of the insanity forced upon her by the struggle.

As the statues wings shattered a broken and changed Wanda fell to the ground in a heap. The aftershock from the battle washed over her insensate form, shaking and battering her. In time her consciousness worked to come to the fore, but in her mind still broiled so much that was not 'her', so much unadulterated Chaos, that she truly did not know if she was dead, dreaming or mad.

((Fort save 13... Fingers crossed... Hope my description wasn't too over the top))
 
The world turned dark after the shockwave, killing all light, all sound, all pressence except for two souls. In this abyss, Wanda sensed only Balthier and he sensed only hers. If they open their eyes, both would find the other naked and floating in the void, Balthier's manhood erect, almost painfully hard as an unnatural lust entered him..And he was far more hung than Pietro.

Wanda, on the other hand, can sense her wetness, streaming down her leg, in dire need of something inside her, something thicker than anything she's ever had in her.

Then pain shot up on their body, hot searing sensation carving onto their back, forming a symbol that resembles wings, one on the left side of Balthier's back, the other on the right side of Wanda's back.

Then, they started sensing each other's emotions

(Please describe your character's thoughts, you may also roll arcana)
 
Balthier never dropped his brace against the wave, eyes shut tight in anticipation of the oncoming pain. After the initial blow, all sense of weight seemed to lift from all around him and he felt nothing. Wait, I feel........Scarlet? runs through his mind as he starts to open his eyes. Then the pain from his erection hits at the same moment as the wing tattooing itself to his body and his eyes shut tight again from the pain. What is going on?
 
~This is madness~ the Scarlet Witch thought clear as a bell. No fear, no dismay, only quiet acceptance of someone who long ago knew that the Chaos within her would someday break free of the restraints she'd placed about it. The Universe had faded away and now only included herself and Balthier and a deep and burning need. There was literally nothing else, and yet Wanda attempted to reassert her self control using the excersises taught to her by Agatha Harkness. Breathing in deeply, drawing her focus inward into the core of her being then expanding her senses as she let that breath out in a long, even exhalation, causing her ample bosom to rise and fall as her pussy pulsed and ached for something.

Then ~***PAIN***~ shattered the tenuous grasp the Scarlet Witch had reestablished over herself and the Chaotic magic churning and broiling within her. She felt the seering of her flesh as the angelic wing was etched into it and at the same time felt it redoubled as she sensed everything Balthier was going through. It rocked through her making her shake and weep and fly towards him, moved by the instinctive need to find solace in his arms. As she moved in closer and closer he sensed clearer and clearer just how much she had a primal need to cling to him and find comfort and something that would make everything she was experiencing feel all better.

((Knowledge Arcana (+10) roll result 26))
 
This is not the real world, not one of the many overlapping planes that exists in the multiverse. No, this is the astral plane, a place without physical form, and what they see here is merely the representation of their real form in the physical world. This is their essence, their soul, everything that defines them.

Whatever branded them, branded their soul, creating this hunger, this craving for one another, a craving that caused them physical and mental anguish when denied. As Wanda approached Balthier, the suffering lessened, but his cock pulsed with a clarity of purpose, one he never felt even with Fran.
 
Balthier finally opened his eyes. Darkness surrounded them, and the only light coming from anyway was radiating from the two souls, floating towards each other. Balthier just gets this feeling that he needs to cling to the naked witch coming at him, But he has needs of his own as well. As they near each other, he wordlessly takes her into his arms and fulfills their need for contact with each other. She fits into my arms so naturally, runs through his mind as they settle into each other.
 
~Wanda~ shares the Scarlet Witch with the man whose arms define her reality, the only one who can give her all she needs. Her slender arms wrap about his waist as she presses herself to Balthier, sharing more then just her real name, she shares all she is, loves and has lost, literally baring her soul to him as she clings to him like the Ivy does the Oak. He senses a yawning void within her in the place where love should live... And a name... ~Pietro~ a name that means family, unconditional love and passion...and a soul seering loss. Which fades slowly as she nestles into Balthier's strong arms and plays her left leg up and down his.

~This... Isn't happening... But... It is more real then Reality...~ Wanda purrs into Balthier's mind and soul. Shr has no thought of resistance or regret, she NEEDS him, now, like no woman has.ever had to have a man. She hops up, winding her legs around his as she teases his shaft with the dripping wet heat between her thighs. ~Please...~ she begs from the core of her being before shifting her head so she could bring her lips to Balthier's for a deep, soulful kiss.
 
Balthier returns the kiss, though with hitched "breath" as she teases his extra sensitive member.Wanda, what a pleasant name. As they share this kiss, Balthier shares all he is with Wanda, returning the gift and curse she gave him. He doesn't try to restrain himself as he glides his hips back then forward again tries to enter the hole she so desperately needs filled by the man that was currently holding onto her.
 
Balthier feels Wanda tracing the new tattoo etched into his back and then she clutches at his shoulders and gasps into their first kiss as she feels the head of his shaft play along the hot gates of her sex. She shivers as she moans with wanton delight as he seeks to drive himself into her. ~YES!!!~ reverberates through Hs mind as she welcomes him into her depths.

No shrinking virgin, but a woman electrically alive with pleasure, Wanda grinds back down into Balthier's crotch forcing more and more of the fullness of him into her. She breaks the kiss and gazes deliriously into his eyes as she covets his faces with kisses as she mashed her big, bountiful breasts into his solid chest. ~Fuck me, YES!!!~ She squeals and gives herself completely over to him, her tightness squeezing and stretching around him as she is awash in delight of the use he makes of her sweet sex.
 
Balthier starts slow, just wanting to build up anticipation, and get a good feel of her body and her sex. Who am i to deny a lady her wishes He mentally smirks as he starts to pick up his speed, and moves his arms from around her to underneath her, giving him better leverage over her body, and allowing for more movement.
 
A tremor of something bemused rippled from Wanda at the thought Balthier shared coupled with a wave of almost pouty urgency. ~More!~ she implored him as he went slow and coy with how he gave himself to her. As his hands played down her body to place her in the position he wanted, she teased her nails up and down the back of his neck, letting them bite deeper and deeper into his 'skin' as a goad to further action and greater violence in his use of her.

~More!~ Wanda begged as she squeezed herself tightly around Balthier as she rocked up and back down into him as shocks of pleasure shot through her. She groaned and started to gasp for breath as it felt so GOOD to be filled by him. The way they... Fit was just so... Perfect... Like nothing she'd ever experieenced before, so thrilling and deeply satisfying all she wanted was 'more'.
 
Continuing his mental smirk as she slowly and in a almost pleasurable way drove her nails into him, he gave the lady what she wanted and started to pump in and out of her at a faster speed. He made sure to come out almost completely and go back in as deep as their bodies allowed, causing the motions to feel like a fresh penetration each and every stroke. You feel so good. He commented as she tightened around him, making the already tight sensation feel virgin level and drove him to want more from her as well.
 
Tlong, sure, deep strokes of Balthier's cock brought Wanda greater and greater pleasure. Not at all a reserved or quiet lover, she groaned and moaned with delight as he drilled into her in ways she found profoundly thrilling, giving him every chance to learn how to please her best. All the while, she gave herself completely over to him, savoring every moment, every coming together then ever parting always craving more of him. Their was a sinuousness to her sensuality that had him feel surrounded, engulfed and pulled into the deepest parts of herself as she sought to give him every pleasure her body could afford. Her nails bit into his skin as she clutched at his shoulders and played her breasts and hard nipples over his as she undulated into his every stroke.

As this is the Astral Plane, the more of herself she shared, the more Balthier experienced of Wanda's life and soul. Memories, hopes, dreams, fantasies, desires, hidden pleasures she never shared with another all washed over him like gentle rain. He found he knew her now in an intimate and intuitive way and that Wanda was truly a kind hearted, loving, lusty soul with a wild, dark side often kept locked away. As much as she longed for the gentle warmth of romantic love, hidden part of her craved just being used by a lover, abruptly, suddenly, just because they wanted her. Like now.. She had no feelings for Balthier, she barely knew him...but she needed him to take her, fuck her hard and fill her up with his hot seed, to use her like plaything and let that be that.
 
It wasn't much longer until Balthier was groaning, and breathing heavily from the experience. He could feel his climax mounting ever so slowly feeling Wanda's need for him to fill her. He started to swing his hips a little, looking for the her sweet spot, wanting to exploit the extra pleasure it would bring her.
 
As Balthier's pleasure mounted, the connection between the two made sure that Wanda would feel the pleasure as well. Their pleasures combined as one and resonated within both souls, all but guaranteeing a joint orgasm. The sensation was so intense, it would rend the mind of any sane creature for the brief moment where it peaked, erasing anything but pleasure and the pressence of the two.

Yet a second before the explosion, they were yanked from the astral Plane.

"Wanda? Wanda!" A silver haired man yelled, shaking the Scarlet Witch's body, pulling her back to the real world. With their link severed, Balthier too woke up.

"What happened? Who did this to you?!" Pietro demanded with an angry look. "I heard the explosion and ran here as fast as I can!"
 
Wanda screamed with joy as her pleasure, his pleasure, her body, his body all melted into one, connected so deeply and in ways her mind and soul could experience but not name. As her climax was about to hit the world exploded into light and
.. A sinking, falling feeling as she was taken from the heights of Ecstasy by a pair of oh so familiar, rough yet tender hands. Still quivering and shaking, panting and gasping for breath she reached out to her beloved brother and entwined her arms around him and held him close.

"P...p..Pietro... You brought me back," Wanda sighed happily, relief and perhaps something almost rueful in her voice as she spoke to him in tones that lovers do. She kissed his cheek and neck and then murmured, "if it weren't for Balthier... I would have been lost to you..." As she explained things she shot Balthier a grateful glance and the buried her face in the crook of her brother's neck.
 
Balthier groans as he is about to climax, ready and willing to fill this beautiful woman with his seed, but like Wanda, is pulled out of the moment and back to the real world.

Balthier groans again as he leans up, but out of a weird sense of pain from the shockwave and his back resting on the butt of his gun. He seemed to be a few feet farther back then he remembered as well. "I have much to thank you for." Bathier returns before trying to stand. "FRAN!" He calls as she still isn't in sight.
 
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