The Hero Obsession (Closed)

[Eazy]

"Ahhhh!!!" The Paladin moaned out loudly while his back would arch itself to lift those hips in response toward the continued sensation of Chaos's lower body driving that thick, unnatural cock of hers deep into the male's restricting ass. Her purred out comments were heard yet barely registering at the moment as his mind was largely preoccupied with a flurry of sharp pains which gave way toward a dull, aching pleasure in his backside. His own cock was throbbing. Almost ready to burst even without any direct contact on either of their parts. As such, it was a small wonder that the Champion of Adrius hadn't exploded into a rather violent, sticky mess around the God of Chaos's hand when she wrapped one around his aching arousal.

A few erratic 'Oh God' and similarly shallow pleads toward whatever other deity may be listening managed to slip through the once virtuous male's lips as his back arched from the continued assault on his once virgin hole. A part of himself kept reminding of how wrong and disgusting any type of sexual act with the God of Chaos would be in the eyes of Adrius. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately, for now), aside form slipping into his mind long enough for a few sparse moments of shame, those thoughts were pushed aside even quicker than they managed to pop into thought in the first place. For the short term, this allowed Cecil to primarily focus on the once reluctant pleasures being drown out as the Dark God fucked him harder while working that teasing hand over his practically leaking cock.

His body shook around her invading cock as she teased his own with her hand. The resulting vibrations had further stimulated his own prostate and insides, while likely adding their own bit of pleasure toward the woman taking him from behind as their moist flesh slapped together with every thrust. Finally. Suddenly. The brutal and unrelenting efforts of Chaos had succeeded at hitting enough of the right buttons for the once proud Champion to feel his second orgasm of the night approaching. Chaos' own orgasm was imminent, as noted by her increased force and ferocity, as she buried herself hilt-deep into the male's ass before suddenly introducing him to another first.

"NGH!!!" Cecil had taken the sheets of the bed between his teeth, biting down onto the silky material and burying his face into the mattress, while his back arched and ass pressed upward while feeling the God's cum spill out into his previously virginal body. The experience and sensation was something rather unique, with the Paladin's mind briefly contemplating how similar this may be to what a maiden might feel when bedding a male. This shameful thought, along with the overwhelming sensation of Chaos' hot cum flowing past the rim of his sphincter and painting his insides while her hand gripped at his throbbing cock, only added onto the already intense orgasm Cecil was feeling as his cock practically began spasming within her soft hand - letting thick streams of his own cum spill out onto the sheets while his lower body quivered at the overwhelming sensations rolling throughout.

The Champion of Adrius continued to ride out his orgasm - rocking those hips of his back into the God of Chaos' own loins as if wanting more despite feeling rather physically exhausted after the events of the past hour or so. His own cock began to soften within her grasp, leaving behind a small puddle of his shameful orgasm which pooled between his legs. The Paladin was so caught up within the afterglow - along with those futile attempts at ignoring the reality which instantly threatened to return and crush him further - that the absence of his shackles and other binds had nearly escaped his notice. The collar remained, however, albeit seeming temporarily unneeded due to Cecil's lack of will for doing anything other than wallow in his shameful afterglow.

"Forgive me..." He managed to whisper the by now oft repeated plea under his breath; the feel of cum seeping out of his well-fucked ass and down his inner thighs serving as a reminder of his true defilement. The feel of Chaos' lips upon his back had brought him somewhat back to reality, with Cecil turning his head to look up rather pitifully, before that expression took a sharp change when she pulled out of his by now stretched anus. A sharp gasp escaped his lips at the sensation, leaving his gaping hole twitching from the thorough fuck she gave him, as a small stream of the hot fluid flowed out over the male's sack and down his inner thighs while small shivers raced along throughout his body. In particular, there was a noticeable twinge at his cock, which may have caused him to ask for more were it not for his returning senses and the need for rest calling out in protest of such a notion.

The Paladin hadn't protested or tried to draw himself away when Chaos stretched out her arms and started repositioning him onto the mattress. Instead, her comparatively tender attentions were oddly welcomed; albeit due in no small part to her own defilement and abuse dealt out onto the Champion of Adrius. Seemingly any tenderness would be welcomed by the naked mortal, who rested upon the mattress and gazed upon his 'lover' with a mixture of uncertainty and simple exhaustion. Without words, his gaze seemed to make it clear that the flurry of half-contemplated questions buzzing within the male's clouded head could be summarized into one word: Why? Why pick him? Why treat his own concerns so callously one moment, only to show the warmth and tenderness of a lover the next?

These were questions which would need to wait for later, as the feel of those soft covers providing the first cover to blanket his body in over an hour was enough to seal his temporary fate. Those brown eyes of his would continue to seemingly seek out any answer they could toward those questions - gazing up with half-closed eyelids as his head was guided toward the warmth of the God's bosom. There was no protest. No fighting. There would be time for such attempts at saving face and defending his beliefs later. For now, Cecil allowed himself to forget whom it was which held him so close into her embrace, and slowly wrapped an arm around her waist to pull himself closer into the warm female body.

Right as it did, however, there was the lone whispered word which managed to slip free of his lips, "...why?" The word came out rather hushed. Felt upon her breast with the warm breath needed to usher it out, more so than it would be heard by normal ears even at such a close radius. Whether Chaos heard the question or not. Whether she even had any type of answer for him which may make sense to his line of thinking. It would matter little for now, as the inherit need for sleep would finally claim the tired warrior before she could get the chance of directly responding toward the simply phrased query.

******​

How long had the Paladin been out? Minutes? Hours? Days? The middle option seemed the most likely, but there wasn't truly any way for him to tell, as Cecil eventually awoke upon the mattress where he'd allowed himself to succumb toward his need for rest earlier. Eyes blinking, shaking out that initial grogginess, there would be that brief moment where Cecil may not remember his current situation. A look around the only dimly familiar bedroom wasn't enough to bring such memories of earlier back, but the ache within his ass when trying to sit up was enough to act as a sudden and rather unpleasant reminder.

"Ow." He uttered at this initial discomfort; still feeling the effects of the earlier defilement while sitting up slowly, before an entirely different type of pain filled him as the memories came rolling back like a tidal wave. "Adrius, no..." His voice came out feebly, eyes widening with terror as he sat there, naked to the world, while slowly raising both hands and lightly framing his rather horrified face between them while almost whimpering out, "What have I done? What did she make me..."

A string of emotions flowed throughout the violated Champion. Shock. Anger. Disgust. Shame. One had but to name it, and chances were it played a small role in his current disposition as he sat there quietly on the bed by himself. Cecil's perhaps stubborn will and dedication wasn't entirely broken, however, as after a short time the hands framing his face moved down toward his neck to check for the collar. Still there, unfortunately. Glancing around, the Paladin took note of how the bed and himself smelled of sex; dried semen and other fluids clinging to his sticky, naked form while Cecil glanced around for his gear. Expectedly, there wasn't any immediate sign of his armor, let alone any form of weapon, as the Paladin slowly moved toward the edge of the bed while keeping a mindful eye out for the likely inevitable return of his 'hostess'.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The precise timing of Chaos's entrance would perhaps be unsettling for the captive; it suggested an omnipresence...or, at the very least, some means of unknown surveillance. Cecil was given ample time to wake and ponder how he felt about his treatment and was only intruded upon once it appeared that he had intent to leave the bed.

The heavy double doors of the chamber swung outwards, untouched by the form that passed through the threshold. It immediately became apparent why the arches and ceilings of the lair were built to accommodate a giant - while Chaos's body had not changed, a new feature added greatly to her overall size. Grand feathered wings, light grey in color, more than doubled her height. A silver sheen seemed prominent along the bone structure, fading considerably as it bled towards the contour feathers. Reaching from her shoulder blades, up to approximately twelve feet, with a downwards arch that nearly reached the floor - one could safely assume her wingspan was capable of granting her flight. Whether or not the current vision was more or less of her true form would be a more difficult question.

Her crimson eyes fell on the bed and a soft smile came to her lips. "I trust you slept well?"

His response, if he gave any, would be noted as she took a leisurely pace towards the bed. Regardless of what he did or did not say, the woman wouldn't let the obvious tension from her partner discourage her from giving him a kiss. Not being able to stand having him refuse her affection directly, she placed her lips tenderly on his forehead as she brushed his stray hair with a hand. "As promised...a hot bath is waiting for you."

Her hands found his wrists, and she gently eased the man to a standing position. Perhaps surprisingly, she released her grip from him as soon as he found his feet, turning her back to him after motioning for him to follow. She had no doubt that he'd be eager to clean himself up - she tried not to dwell on the fact that his desire would no doubt be related to removing traces of her. Instead, after passing into the corridor that connected her private chambers, she distracted herself with further conversation.

She glanced in his direction, slowing her pace enough to have the man walking alongside of her. "Did I mention that we have dinner plans this evening?"

Her dress would suggest that it was a formal affair. To a mortal's standard, perhaps - the woman was not weighted with gold or jewels, nor did she boast the impressive qualities of a God's ceremonial garb. Her dress was simple and elegant, draped around her body in a backless arrangement. It was a gray that closely matched the color of her wings, with a skirt that was square cut and hung about her knees. Presently, she lacked for shoes.

 

[Eazy]

The action of the heavy doors swinging outward had drawn an initial startled reaction out of the Paladin, only to find himself, surprisingly, somewhat settled by the presence of Chaos over any of her minions. What had caused a further surprised expression to remain on Cecil's features, however, was the presence of those grand wings which indeed added a further grandeur appearance to her already deceptively imposing presence. Of course, as the slight pain from where the man sat reminded, it wasn't so out of the norm for the God of Chaos to carry with her such drastic physical changes to her body.

His brow furrowed slightly at her question on his sleep, before reluctantly responding at little else than a whispered tone, "...Surprisingly. I'd imagine my body was too tired for anything else than a deep sleep after... well, what you did." The Champion of Adrius had made certain of slipping the quantifier which would direct blame for their earlier interactions toward the dark God - even if Cecil knew, deep down, that his own shameful wants and desires had fed into what happened as the events progressed.

Observing with caution as she moved closer, surprisingly not doing much else then a slight recoiling of his upper body from her lips and fingers during her showings of affection, Cecil continued to remain relatively 'behaved' when she than helped him onto his feet. Mostly, it was a simple result of knowing better than to fight her just yet, or so he kept reminding himself, as the fit warrior found his footing well enough while Chaos turned to lead the way. Again knowing better than to fight her at this point, the Paladin followed, feeling enough embarrassment at the notion of being naked around her as to wrap one of the partially soiled sheets around his waist before beckoning her call.

Holding the material within the crudely made knot at his side, Cecil followed along, largely keeping to her side as she slowed for him, yet rarely raising his eyes on the off chance of meeting her own gaze. At the question about her dinner plans, the Paladin would allow an awkward silence to befall them for a lingering moment or two until answering, "...This is the first I've heard of it. Of course, it's possible you brought it up earlier and I was simply..." Another feeling of repulsion, both at her and himself, as fresh memories flooded throughout his troubled mind.

Wanting to move past that part of the topic - not to mention actually looking somewhat eager to the bath - Cecil inquired with some genuine curiosity, "Dare I even ask with whom and what it is you might have planned on the menu?" Judging by past battles with her followers, the Champion of Adrius wasn't exactly looking forward to spending an evening with the type of company she likely kept. Plus, there were the baseless, yet popular, rumors of the 'Avatar' feasting on human flesh. Of course, Cecil knew better, by now, than to put total faith into what he'd come to expect due to prior talks with his companions and fellow followers.

"...Why are you doing this?" The male suddenly inquired; finally lifting his head enough to try and seek the dark God's gaze, albeit showing more than a hint of confusion and uncertainty behind the remnants of his normally firm glare, "Keeping me here instead of allowing my death. Tormenting me like so with crass, lewd acts of debauchery. Making a mockery of everything I stand behind. And yet..." And yet, what? Cecil didn't know how to finish the thought. She showed him signs of kindness after her fun was done. After she drew out his own self perceived 'weaknesses' when it came to matters of the flesh. If he were a different man, he may have welcomed the majority of the attention heaped upon him by the dark God. As it were, however, Cecil was simply left confused with an undeniable anger boiling beneath everything.

"My grasp of this world we live in was so much simpler when all I believed you wanted was to destroy everything in your path." Cecil admitted with a brief sigh; lowering his gaze toward the floor, still following the immortal enemy of his own deity, as he noted with a faint scoff, "But then I suppose 'any semblance of reason may be too much to ask for out of one known quite literally for 'chaos'."

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Chaos smiled in response to the man's initial response. She knew she hadn't brought up their dinner arrangements earlier - it was somehow amusing to hear the Paladin concede that he might've missed a point that hadn't been made. She allowed her eyes to trail down his body as they walked, somewhat saddened to see that he still felt some need for modesty in her presence. His question as to who and what he would be exposed to at their gathering was answered easily enough. She lifted her gaze to towards his face before responding. "Just some associates of mine, no one to get too excited about. The real thrill is in the first born babies we'll be feasting upon." Her tone was playful, but she failed to get a laugh from her companion. After a few awkward moments of silence, she felt compelled to add, "...It's a joke, Cecil."

He still didn't seem to be amused. It was almost as if he wasn't even listening.

Then came the harder question: why? The woman remained silent as Cecil met her gaze; she studied the mixed shades of brown in his eyes as he continued to speak. Which is not to say she wasn't paying attention to his words - she hung on every single one. Upon his sigh, and the lowering of his gaze to the floor, she considered her response just long enough for the man to add his snipe about her character.

"Not at all. I'm not purpose-less, Cecil. I do things for a reason. Plus? You're probably lumping in every natural disaster and famine caused by the ruling class as my doing..." She had to stop herself before going into a rant about how demonized she was in the eyes of mortals because of that damned Adrius. "I think the definition of chaos as far transcended me. It's just my name. It wasn't chosen for me based on whatever fucked up connotations mortals have placed next to it."

She cleared her throat. "Anyway. Back to your original question...even though I'm pretty certain I've answered it before." Their conversation had carried them into the bathing room, where a large filled tub was waiting. The temperature allowed for a steam to softly roll over the surface of the water, cutting around the line of exotic soaps and oils that sat around the edges. "It's simple, really." She reached a hand to gently cup the Paladin's chin, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "I love you, Cecil. I can't stand being painted as a monster in your mind." After staring into his eyes for several moments, she dropped her hand and motioned towards the bath.

"...We have an eternity to work it out. For now? Enjoy your bath. I'll have some clothing set out in the bedroom for you when you're done." She turned to leave, taking a couple of steps before adding, "Oh! And I have some guests arriving shortly, so I won't be able to see you to the dining room myself. I've instructed Seth to bring you down - he'll be waiting outside of the chambers. Just let him know whenever you're ready."

Chaos wondered briefly if Cecil would recognize Seth as the one who had delivered the heavy blow to his head before he was brought here. Perhaps the Champion of Adrius would even see the arrangement as an opportunity to try to escape. In any case, it could prove to be entertaining - she didn't try to over-think the potential scenarios that could unfold at present.

 

[Eazy]

It was perhaps a small blessing for Cecil that his mind was distracted enough for Chaos' joke to not really register with him until she cleared the air on it. The Paladin had enough issues to deal through at the moment without that imagery swimming about for even a few seconds. Regardless, when their rather strained conversation turned toward his more genuine line of questions, she had his undivided attention - even if his gaze was largely focused upon the cool floor beneath his bare feet. The Champion of Adrius was surprised to have found that a nerve may have been struck by his flippant remark in relation to her name. It was somewhat ironic how an unthinking remark on his part may have stirred about a greater personal injury than the majority of purposeful threats or insults which he'd flung her way earlier in the day.

Either way, the half nude warrior followed and listened as they made their way into the bathing room. For a moment, Cecil had almost forgotten about where they were heading, but the sight of that warm water was a rather welcoming one. Still, it hadn't drawn anywhere near the majority of his focus away from Chaos, whose hand moved to cup and lift his head toward her own - allowing this to happen without any recoil or struggle as their eyes met again. Her words were crystal clear for him. He could understand what she was saying, but not find himself capable of actually grasping the seemingly twisted reality of them.

Yes, she had told him prior of how she loved him. But the look in his brown eyes had shown a perhaps even greater sense of confusion and disbelief in her words than there was earlier. It had to be a trick of some sort. A test of his faith. Those were but a few of the desperate means of reason which his mind attempted to cling onto for a sense to everything, as the Paladin's head remained raised and gazing upon the winged female even after her hand dropped away of his chin.

His head did turn toward the bath after a short time - not seeming to find any further words to spare on the matter for now. She loved him. Or so she claimed. And this was a concept which her chain of actions and almost thirty years of education on his part were making a seeming impossibility for the Paladin to grasp. As she was leaving, however, the Champion did find his interest piqued at the notion of her leaving a simple lackey behind to bring him down for dinner. The notion of an escape attempt had crossed Cecil's mind; just as it would any warrior in his position. But, for now, with Chaos's departure from the room, he need only worry about washing away the feel and scent of both perspiration and sex - as the fit male finally released the cover and moved his naked frame toward the rather inviting tub.

The bath was exactly what the Paladin needed. Not only to wash away the residue of his earlier shameful activities, but also to allow his tired muscles a chance at soaking themselves after the losing battle which brought him here and the rather... strenuous, positions Chaos had forced him into due to those cursed restraints. His body soaked within the warm, cleansing fluids for however long it took before the once steaming hot water began to grow cool. A part of Cecil had wanted to stay in there for the rest of the night. But the Paladin knew he'd never be able to find out more about where he was taken or how to eventually get free of his captor by hiding away in here forever.

Eventually slipping out of the tube, Cecil had grabbed a nearby towel before slowly making his way back toward the bedroom portion of Chaos' private chambers. Sure enough, there wasn't any sign of his 'hostess' along the way - leaving Cecil with a few precious extra minutes of privacy while moving to slip on his armor from earlier. There may have been other garments left as an option for him to dress up within, but the Champion of Adrius would stick with what felt the most comfortable for himself; both in terms of being a sure fit to his frame and in providing possible protection if any of the dinner guests tried anything.

After latching on the last of the armor - leaving his helmet held in one arm for now and again cursing the lack of any type of weapon - Cecil took in a deep breath before making his departure from the private chambers. Pushing the large doors aside with some effort, the Paladin wouldn't need to look around for long until his eyes fell upon his 'escort' to the dining area. "Oh. It's you." The male noted rather bluntly with a hint of surprise at the vaguely familiar face which greeted him; showing an understandable amount of contempt for the man whom played a key role in his capture, yet maintaining his control over any urges to strike him down which may have begun stirring about inside.

"So... I take it you're Seth, correct? I'd imagine your Mistress was rather pleased with the 'catch' you brought to hear on your latest mission. I hope you were compensated accordingly." Cecil remarked with a hint of dry sarcasm; not really caring what, if anything, the other male may say in response toward his snark before taking another deep breath while preparing to depart for the others, "Shall we go, then?"

 

[Lady_Gamer]

As the doors of Chaos's private chambers began to open, Seth's green eyes directed themselves towards the sudden movement. He was leaning against the wall directly opposite, arms crossed over his chest, looking utterly bored. From appearances, one might hesitate to call him a man - he looked like a teenage boy. His black hair was kept short and was spiked forward; he was tall with the lean-ness of a still growing adolescent. He wore the same roguish garb as when he met Cecil on the field of battle - and he still appeared to be carrying an array of weapons stashed about his person, though he did not have one actively in hand.

Watching as the Champion of Adrius crossed the threshold, a victorious smile crept upon Seth's thin lips. He simply nodded his head to the question of his name, pushing himself off of the wall while letting his arms hang naturally at his sides. He allowed Cecil to say his bit before raising a hand, indicating a direction of the hall. "If you'd be so kind as to lead."

Seth waited for the Paladin to start walking before responding to what had been said just moments before. "Compensated? No...Chaos was more concerned with your head wound than impressed by my awesome retrieval abilities. Quite honestly, it's the first time I've genuinely feared execution." He paused briefly. "I must commend you, Champion. You're the first hero that gave me a challenge...or made me bash their head in order to drag them back here." It seemed as if Cecil glanced back at this, though Seth couldn't be sure: his mind was recalling the struggle of removing the Paladin's helmet with magical means prior to taking a hammer (which had been snatched from the ground during their combat - it had belonged to a fallen Adrius worshiper) to Cecil's temple. The noise it had made on contact...the blood. Seth thought maybe he had killed the guy.

Seth cleared his throat. "I don't usually get involved but - well. I have no doubt that you'll hear mention of this at some point this evening, as most of the guests find a disturbing amount of amusement tormenting the new pet. I respect you just enough to not allow a blindsiding." A thoughtful pause. "Chaos has what is often referred to as a hero obsession - and they're always Champions of Adrius. If their captivity is to resemble your own, you'll likely be free or dead within the week."

Eventually, the two came upon a sudden opening of the hall - the walls diverted in each direction, stretching into the wings of Chaos's holdings. Looking forward, banisters infused with intricately engraved columns guarded the upper level from the lower, with a descending staircase centered before Cecil and Seth. The room immediately below was empty - but the noise of a gathering was not far off. "We're going down," the rogue commented after noticing a slight hesitation from the man walking ahead.

Assuming the Paladin had been too distracted by conversation to take in the general aesthetic of his surroundings, his current vantage would be a perfect place to soak in the details. Gray marbled flooring ran from wall to wall, with hints of red veins running along blackened faults. The room under observation would appear to be of little use - it had nothing in the way of furniture or carpets, only an obscenely large-scale statue placed in the center. It was facing forward, away from the stairs. From where Cecil stood, he could see little more than two massive sets of wings. On either side of the room, several passages seemed to be available between brightly burning torches.

Once placing a foot on the ground floor, Seth directed Cecil to go to the right side. As they walked, laughter could be heard from was, no doubt, their destination. If the noise weren't a good enough indication, an abundance of light would spill out into the room from the third threshold. When they reached this point, they were only half way across the vast empty room - glancing at the statue from this angle would reveal that there was a male and a female form involved, entangled in a loving embrace.

"Oh my! This must be him!" a smokey feminine voice called out suddenly. A look in the direction of the door-less entry would reveal that the voice belonged to some sort of demoness. Her skin tone seemed appropriate for a mortal - it had to have been the horns and goat-like feet that gave her away. "And all dressed up for us," she added with a laugh. She latched on to Cecil's arm and immediately began dragging him into the filled dining hall. "Look who I found!"

"Good luck..." Seth muttered.

All eyes were suddenly upon the found Paladin. A quiet took over the crowd - but only for a moment. Chaos stepped out from her current circle of conversation, taking steps to place herself at Cecil's side. The demoness gave way and the silver haired woman took her place, wrapping an arm around his. "Everyone - allow me to introduce Cecil."

"You're still naming them?"

Crimson eyes fell on the man, along with an unamused expression. She gave a short sigh in response. The rest of the room seemed to find it quite humorous. Chaos seemed willing to breeze over the remark, turning her attention to her present hero. "Come, dinner will be served now that the guest of honor is here." She'd give him a smile before leading him to the head of the table, offering him a seat next to hers. She'd wait to see if he'd take it on his own or if she needed to chain him to it.

It wasn't lost on Chaos that the Champion had chosen his own wardrobe for the evening - she didn't make an issue of it at present.

 

[Eazy]

The mention of his previous injury had caused Cecil to momentarily raise a hand at the phantom pain in his head. Chaos may have healed away the actual wound, but the memory of the harsh blow did linger. This Seth was indeed a fierce combatant to have taken him down on the field of battle; so the Paladin did feel some sense of pride at the compliment paid on his own behalf, even if he'd not intention of showing any open sense of gratitude for it toward one of his capturers. The words which followed, however, were indeed enough to break through his cool facade to the point of glancing in the other male's direction with a questioning glance.

"A 'hero obsession', huh?" He questioned with noticeable surprise; perhaps more so thinking out loud rather then seeking further confirmation out of the follower of Chaos, as those brown eyes of his slowly returned to the path before them while simply stating, "So I'm far from being the first she's taken such an.... intimate, interest toward."

The Paladin wasn't certain on how he should feel over the knowledge of his not being the first to catch Chaos' attention. It wasn't as if Cecil was actually craving to be the recipient of her idea of 'love', but it did make those earlier, albeit scarce, feelings of comfort while embraced by her feel considerably lessoned in retrospect. Perhaps more importantly, there was the knowledge and now very real question of how long he may have until she grew bored enough to no longer desire keeping him alive - which was the one piece of protection which kept him comfortable enough to walk forward with his back toward Seth.

His mind began to grow weary on how limited that window for escape may be, which caused Cecil to further curse the restraining collar around his neck. Still, the Paladin was aware enough of his surroundings to continue taking them; both to remain aware of where he was being taken and to keep a mental note on what he could of the unholy structures layout. With some hesitation on Cecil's part, they made their way down the staircase, into the belly of the beast, where the Champion would then be lead by Seth as the presently silent figure continued to observe and study everything around him as the sounds of Chaos' 'guests' had caused his already tensed body to grow increasingly alert.

Alert enough for him to quickly catch sight of the feminine demon as she called out and approached - doing so with enough time for him to defend himself if needed, yet not being so frightened as to blindly strike out when it was evident she hadn't meant any harm at this time. Or at least not physical harm, as the Champion watched with some concern and hesitation while she began leading him further into the dining hall. Seth's words echoed within the silent Paladin's head as his brown eyes began soaking in his surroundings as the other followers of Chaos quickly turned their attention toward him. Cecil had never been one for stage fright, but it was difficult to not feel a certain apprehension with so many eyes, human and non-human alike, gazing upon oneself. It was strange, not to mention more than a little unsettling, to find oneself being surrounded by so many who may normally have tried to cut his head off for appearing dressed in the enemies garb.

As such, it was of mild (very mild) comfort when the by now familiar figure of Chaos approached her 'hero' and took an arm into her own as the demoness departed while the introductions were made. The proceeding retort wasn't lost on Cecil, and only seemed to further solidify Seth's previous story. The Paladin remained silent as the room showed their restrained amusement, while letting Chaos lead him toward the head table. "Not exactly the kind of company I'd normally try to keep during a banquet..." He uttered to himself; doing so loud enough for Chaos to hear, along with possibly a few of her followers along the way toward his seat. Cecil knew better than to fight for now. She could chain him easily if needed, and with so many of her people here, this wasn't exactly the best place for making a scene so needlessly.

Still, given his forced situation and the indignities which he'd suffered, Cecil wasn't above throwing a touch of well deserved snark her way as he placed his helmet at the table, "So... do we drink a toast to the death of our enemies and the defilement of their women? Or do we save that for later in the meal? I'm not exactly accustomed to proper dinner etiquette for this type of a crowd."

Observing what response, if any, Chaos or any others of her flock which may overhear him had to say, the Champion of Adrius remained relatively rigid at keeping a cold, yet fairly compliant, stance toward the 'festivities' thus far. However, as the Paladin watched and tried to get a better read of the situation to decide on how to react toward everything, he did have to inquire, "What did he mean, by the way?" A short pause, making certain the god of Chaos had her attention drawn toward his direction while elaborating, "That one man. He mentioned something on your 'naming' them. Should i take it this is a regular hobby of yours? The whole kidnapping and.... well, what we did in your bedroom, deal?"

Strange how Cecil seemed interested in what her answer may be. The man already had enough information and now evidence to believe in Seth's earlier words, so it wasn't as if any denial on the dark deity's part would persuade him differently on the matter. But the Paladin remained curious on how she may respond; perhaps not entirely appearing unlike a jealous lover whom was curious on secrets of past others whom remained unspoken of until now - even if such a comparison wasn't truly fitting in consideration for Cecil's current disdain toward the God of Chaos.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

"Oh, honey...we're not the type for ceremony," Chaos responded evenly to her lover's first stab. "I don't require my friends or followers to perform such pointless reverences." Seth appeared over her shoulder, standing between and slightly behind the woman and her hero. Wine was poured into their chalices before the rogue served himself and set the pitcher on the table. "Thank you." Chaos took an immediate drink as Seth wandered down the line of guests to take his own seat - the more obvious of the servant types went about filling the drinks of others.

As she lowered the silver rim from her lips, her attention was drawn to Cecil. He was speaking on the matter of her 'hobby'. "I don't regularly kidnap and convert Champions. The worthy ones only come around about twice a century."

The man who had spoke earlier gave a scoff. "Worthy? I think that's a bit generous."

"You're entitled to your opinion."

"It's a fact, Chaos. These Paladins you parade through here - a bunch of spineless whores. I've yet to see one with any real conviction. Push them a little and they bend at the knees." The man looked directly at Cecil. "This one will be no different."

For his part, Cecil grew a touch defensive considering some of the man's choice of words, as he gazed directly back at the commentator while retorting, "Oh, I can assure you, swine, that I've little intention of bending or breaking so easily for the sick amusement of any of you filths." Glancing toward the God of Chaos, the Paladin reiterated his defiant stance by establishing a direct contact with his 'hostess' and repeating, "Any of you."

"Haha!" The man laughed cruelly. "I vote we rename this one Frisky."

The other guests seemed to find this quite amusing and their mirth quickly filled the chamber. Chaos, however, didn't pay the comment any mind - she was locked on Cecil's burning stare, looking remorseful. "You misunderstand my intentions, Cecil."

"To be fair, you're impossible to truly understand..." Seth offered.

His interruption didn't warrant even a glance. Chaos's crimson eyes remained on Cecil as she continued. "I don't mean to cause you harm - and I'm not doing any of this for my own amusement. Damn it, Cecil! I wasn't lying when I said I loved you."

"Chaos? Far be it for me to judge, but...fuck, lady. I think we've finally lost you to insanity."

"I agree. What the hell is this? Quite a change in tactics from your previous obsessions..." The man and demoness looked at each other with concerned expressions. "I mean...right? Wasn't the last one being treated like the bitch that he was? Strictly for our entertainment?" The demoness nodded.

As this was going on, a line of servants entered the hall, each with a large silver tray in hand. A variety of food was set out on the long table - apparently, the group didn't observe the differences between appetizers and the main course, as they were set out at the same time. Pots of soup, mixed salads, garnishes, and an array of freshly prepared meats were laid out for self-service. It was certainly a feast - the only thing missing was the roasted baby.

Chaos continued to willfully ignore her outspoken guests. When she broke eye contact with her hero, her sight sought Seth - perhaps the only one present who would take her words seriously. The man had found himself a seat near Cecil, being separated only by a single individual (who was completely concealed under a white hooded robe with golden trimming and had yet to speak). "I think he's the one."

"Perhaps."

The woman looked irritated. "Perhaps?"

"It's a little early for that, isn't it?"

"Not at all. He's clearly --" A raised hand from the man caused her to abruptly stop speaking.

"We will discuss it at length, I am sure. Some other time."

Chaos gave a sigh, but she didn't argue. Meanwhile, the other guests were busy loading up their plates and continuing to make disrespectful remarks about Cecil and their emotionally unstable leader. A few moments of listening prompted the man clad in white to remark. "Are you hearing any of this?"

"Of course. I'm not deaf."

"A little discipline goes a long way..."

Chaos gave a dismissive gesture. "It's completely unnecessary."

The man shook his head. Rather than make any further points on the issue, he turned his attention towards Seth, who seemed eager to stop the conversation between Chaos and the man in white. "So tell me, Cecil - how has your captivity found you so far?" His tone was not mocking; it rather sounded like he might have reason to care. Chaos stood and took hold of her own and the Paladin's plates - she moved to leave the two to their conversation. It would hardly be a surprise that the woman knew what sort of food Cecil preferred, as she began selecting items for his dish - she had, essentially, been spying on him in mortal form for long enough.

It seemed that she was beyond paying attention to whatever Cecil had to say - she was immediately caught up in conversations with her other guests.

"You're serving him, too? For fuck's sake."

(Note: Cecil's response and dialogue written by Eazy.)

 

[Eazy]

The man's intense stare remained fiercely locked upon the God of Chaos to where the comments of others were only barely above that of background noise. But they weren't entirely lost on the Paladin, whom found it curious on how even her followers seemed not entirely certain on their leaders intentions. Cecil wasn't entirely certain himself, as the way she spoke with such sincerity while gazing directly upon him would easily lead many other individuals into being swayed toward believing her words of love. Not that Cecil had any reason for truly believing such sweet sentiments. The only actions on her part which had proven any sort of attachment was the simple face of his continued existence; and even that much was now in question when it came to potential longevity.

But then she spoke of his being the 'one', which did cause Cecil's burning glare to loosen somewhat - albeit more so out of a mixture of surprise and confusion than any sense of joy at having won her heart. Assuming dark deity's such as herself even had hearts, for that matter. Regardless, it did cause the seated male to slowly break away of his intense gaze while continuing to listen in on the exchanges between Chaos and her man, Seth. Letting out a heavy sigh, the frustrated Champion attempted to push aside the conflicting feelings brought about by the woman's strange interest in himself - difficult as that may be while seated near her while surrounding by so many of her people.

Also overheard along the way were the rather disrespectful remarks made by a few of the other guests which - while expectedly directed primarily toward himself - were rather surprisingly mixed with a few remarks toward Chaos. Not that 'honor' was something the Paladin expected to find in abundance within these halls, but the disrespect toward ones own God wasn't something the Champion of Adrius had never expected to see from any group. "It's almost no wonder why she might seek companionship from outside of her own followers." The male whispered within a barely audible tone - those brown eyes of his spying over the assorted 'guests' until Seth's voice would draw the captured males attention.

Staring at the man whom had been responsible for his capture, Cecil remained understandably apprehensive of having the other male so nearby, yet found little trace of malice or gloating within his voice. As such, it was only with a slight hesitation on his own part until the Paladin responded, "Heh. What can one truly say to a question like that? I'm still breathing and healthy, where I'm sure so many others were killed instantly or tortured for information or... entertainment. So I'd suppose I'm doing better than most would be in my situation."

Glancing toward their hostess after she had moved away with his and her plate, the Paladin continued watching her for a while as he begrudgingly admitted, "The same can't be said for my wounded pride, I'll admit. Your God of Chaos has some rather... unusual interests when in the privacy of her bedroom." The memory of what had happened in her bedroom chambers was understandably fresh in Cecil's mind. Although the adrenaline of the tensed situation had kept him from dwelling on it too much, there were the fresh scratch marks on his chest and lingering ache to his backside which worked as physical reminders of his experience to go with the mental scars of the once virginal male.

Trying to shake off such memories with a slow shake of the head, the Paladin partially returned his gaze toward Seth while inquiring, "What's your story, if I might ask? You don't seem entirely alike the other type of company which Chaos keeps around here?" It was a genuine curiosity on Cecil's part, which caused him to remain focused upon Seth while the other man shared anything, no matter how vague or descriptive, which the seemingly loyal follower of Chaos might feel like sharing or saying out loud toward the current captive.

His attention was again shifted toward the other guests when the proud warrior overheard the same heckler of before commenting on Chaos having take the initiative of serving her 'hero'. "What does it matter to you, filth? If you lot are so certain of my short term tenure here, then surely you wouldn't forgo a man a few luxuries during his last days of life?" The dry words came out rather quickly; leaving Cecil himself uncertain of why he'd somewhat jumped at Chaos' defense. Likely it was a result of simple annoyance to outright anger after a rather horrifying day or so, and growing increasingly short on patience with the complaints of the others here. Regardless, it resulted in a Cecil whom seemed fairly in control, yet wasn't exactly interested in taking crap from a few demons and human flunkies - either directly or indirectly, at the case may be.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Seth listened attentively as Cecil spoke of his captivity, seemingly having nothing to add. He choose not to debate the treatment of previous heroes - though he could have, since he had been witness to them all. As it had been in the present case, Seth often found that he was the one sent to claim such men.

When the Paladin expressed that Chaos had 'unusual interests' in the bedroom, the roguish man couldn't help but raise a brow. "Oh? I wouldn't know anything about that. Not sure if I should feel spared or left out." He gave a small grin before taking a long drink of his wine.

Cecil's question surprised him. He was hitting a lot of 'firsts' for a Champion in his position - no one had ever thought to ask the lead henchman about his story. Placing his wine cup on the table, the man cleared his throat before responding. "Well. I'm one of few 'mortal' stock around here, so it'd make sense that I'm unlike the other-worldly beings that grace our halls." He paused for a moment, thinking of the best way to condense his epic tale. "Chaos was my sister, in another life. Back when she believed in the need to be 'born' as a human to blend into society. I was a couple years her elder, and...I tried to protect her, like any good brother would. Gods, she was a walking terror, too. Even as a child, trouble just seemed to follow her. Like a curse. If she was near, things just..." He shrugged. "...came unhinged. I mean. I can't recall her ever starting anything - it just happened. But, suspicious as people at the time were, it wasn't long before blame was placed anyway. They were willing to sacrifice her, believing our next harvest season would benefit from murdering an 'unfavored'. Like our God could really hate us all for allowing her in our midst. Granted, she would have benefited greatly had she just pretended to value prayer..." He shook his head. "Anyway. The night before her planned execution, I stole her away. We ran in the bitter cold, into the wilderness. After a few days, I was sure that we were both going to die. I could hunt, and forage, but...with our need to keep moving, our shelters were less than cozy. We couldn't even have a fire for fear of those pursuing us." A short drink. "Long story short, one night was to be my last. I should have frozen to death - and so should've she, if she wasn't what she is. I guess something about watching me die affected her, because...she saved me. I didn't understand what exactly happened until days later, when I woke up here." He motioned a hand towards the ceiling. "So. I've been given immortality, it seems. Think I'm approaching a couple of thousand years? In any case, I don't share all of Chaos's powers. I will forever look like the sixteen-year-old that I was at the time of..." He trailed off. Maybe it was a painful memory. Or maybe he had said too much, and was considering what all he had let spill from his mouth. In either case, he looked at his empty plate for several moments before excusing himself. "I should probably..." he motioned at his utensils. "We can talk about it more later, if you're so inclined." With that, he stood and abruptly ended the conversation. Cecil wouldn't have the opportunity to give his thoughts on the matter.

It did, however, allow for the Champion's attention to redirect to Chaos and the unruly dinner guest. Both looked in the Paladin's direction as he spoke. The man's eyes narrowed.

"You deserve none of it, bitch. You could die seconds from now with no pity from me."

"Calm down, Robert. You're making yourself sound like a jealous asshole."

"Me? Jealous of your pathetic little pet? Never."

An uncomfortable silence filled the room - everyone seemed interested in what had been the loudest of the previous conversations. Chaos finished filling the two plates in hand before returning to the head of the table. She set one of the dishes in front of Cecil before seating herself.

"Just look at that smug little bastard. It doesn't bother you at all that he thinks he's better than all of us? Mr. High and Mighty...I can't wait until you fall off your pedestal and break your fucking neck." It would seem that Robert was intent on starting a fight - and Chaos was perfectly content to ignore him. That seemed to piss him off more than anything. His nostrils flared as he watched the woman nonchalantly take a bite of her food.

Seth returned in short order, with only a monster-sized steak on his plate. He took his seat and looked at the 'couple' at the head of the table before adding fuel to the fire. "I think they look cute together. Wouldn't you agree?" he asked, glancing at the man clad in white.

"I have no opinion in the matter."

"Of course you don't - you're a little bitch just like him, after all. Did Chaos introduce you to the only surviving Champion from her trove of fuck toys?"

Chaos rested her forehead in her hand. This was not going as well as she had hoped. Meanwhile, the man clad in white was immediately on his feet, growling. "You should keep your tongue to yourself, lest I remove it for you." His voice was impressively booming, and it seemed to have shocked the man into a temporary silence. The former Paladin remained on his feet for several moments, as if preparing to lunge across the table.

 

[Eazy]

Seth's story had rather surprised Cecil while taking in the details offered by the other male. Not only the details on his own life, but on the information about his connection with the God of Chaos herself. The notion of her being 'born' as a human wasn't exactly a detail which had been passed as fact by his teachers at the temple. At the same time, it did immediately spring to mind as being a potential way the idea of her needing an 'avatar' had come into popular myth over the generations. So much of what he'd been taught since childhood had appeared to have a number of half-truths and misinformation surrounding it. Or that's what Cecil clung onto in the back of his mind while hearing out the remainder of Seth's story, as the notion of simply being fed intentional falsehoods wasn't a possibility the Paladin was ready to even consider.

When the man made his exit, Cecil was left with an initial silence looming over himself as he took in the surprising tale - braving himself enough to take a drink from his goblet while hoping for a lack of poison within it. But the unwinding events of the dinner wouldn't allow the Champion of Adrius to linger on such details for long as his attention and slight involvement were drawn toward the exchange between Chaos and her rather vocal guest. Cecil was tempted toward saying more on the matter, but decided on following Chaos' example (the irony of which wasn't lost on him) by mostly ignoring the noisy bugger for now. It didn't stop him, however, from throwing another glare toward the male before turning his attention toward the dark God whom brought their plates.

"...Thanks." He offered, sincerely, yet speaking with noticeable uncertainty of himself for giving any sign of gratitude toward his captor as she placed his own plate before him.

The familiar serving of food hadn't gone without notice for Cecil, whom was given the bittersweet reminder of how 'Angela' was actually sitting next to him after having killed nearly everybody he'd ever care about. The remorse was evident on his features, yet the Paladin wouldn't openly dwell on it. He'd mourned his friends and loved ones. The betrayal was what stung the most, and in a way the anger over it had helped in easing the resulting pain caused by the act of treachery which Chaos had so easily seemed to brush aside.

"Kind of strange, don't you agree?" The Paladin suddenly inquired toward Chaos; glancing her way for a moment, while his hands almost idly moved toward the utensils as if moving on a sort of habitual instinct while his mind wondered on this current train of thought as he elaborated, "I mean... much of this is strange. At least from my perspective. But I speak of how this is far from the first time we've sat beside each other while in a dining hall setting. And yet, despite how incredibly foreign it feels compared to those many days spent in the temple, there are those touches of familiarity. Fleeting as they may be." Moving the fork and knife over a slice of meat, Cecil slowly brought it to his lips before suddenly feeling the hunger cause him to chew down the piece the moment it hit his taste buds. "...At least the lamb is as tender and juicy as ever." He admitted with the hint of a smile, trying and somewhat failing to stifle the satisfied sound caused by Chaos' choice of delicious servings for her 'love'.

The Champion of Adrius may have almost allowed himself to grow lost in the moment of satisfying his unquestionable hunger, were it not for the noisy guest from before deciding to speak up yet again. Cecil was ready to fling out his own insult toward the man, until the surprising reveal made by him about the man clad in white had caused any words which were about to spill out to get caught in his mouth. Staring in near disbelief as the other supposed Champion stood up and spoke with an imposing presence toward silencing the pesky guest. Staring at the man - more shocked at the revelation of there being another surviving Champion amongst them than intimidated over the admittedly imposing presence - the current source of Chaos's 'affection' would immediately stare at the seemingly frustrated God as if seeking out questions.

"I thought each of your past 'lovers' were disposed of after you were finished with them? What is going on here??" His words came out before Cecil could think of stopping them; nor on how they may mistakenly come across as a sign of jealousy on his part. More so, Cecil was concerned on how it seemed whenever a semblance of a grasp could be held onto the situation around him, there was another sick twist around the corner to trip him up. Dividing his attention between the former Champion and Chaos herself, Cecil pressed the matter further, "And you question why I would have such trouble trusting you? When I have to constantly discover further hints about whatever role I might play in your current whims from others around here."

Redirecting his frustrations, by now almost anger, toward the man whom had continued speaking up prior and promised, "And you? Keep pushing my limits and you can be assured that regardless of my final fate, I'll be adding you as one last slain follower of Chaos to my total body count." Whether the threat was needed or not after the man in whites earlier decree mattered little for Cecil, as the Champion of Adrius sat back while staring idly toward his only partially eaten plate of food - finding his appetite rather diminished for the time being.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

They had almost had a moment. Almost. Chaos was beginning to regret inviting anyone to this damned dinner party. Robert - the miserable bastard that he was...even Seth, for finding some fucking reason to speak and encourage the angry slinging of words. Cecil had almost been willing to accept his memories of her as Angela. He had even approved - nay, enjoyed - the food! And then it all shattered.

Which, Chaos guessed, she should've expected. Nothing ever went smoothly in her presence. It was, truly, more of a curse than people gave credit.

Her crimson eyes would watch as her present hero reacted to the latest revelation. She would've loved to have thought him jealous, but she could only assume he was just upset or, perhaps, disgusted. She didn't respond in the moments that Cecil looked between the former Champion and herself - remaining at a momentary loss for words when he moved on to attack her trust worthiness. It stung more than she should've let it.

As the man turned his anger towards Robert, Chaos allowed her hand to slip from contact with her face. She glanced at the man clad in white, who was in the process of settling himself back in to his chair, before looking back towards Cecil. The way he was just staring at his plate killed her.

"In my defense? I've hardly had the time to explain my history to you, Cecil. And...my past Champions...I wouldn't call them 'lovers', by any means. Sadly, Robert is accurate on that one. They were fuck toys, nothing more."

The surviving Champion cleared his throat.

"You," Chaos spoke sternly, pointing a finger in his direction. "You're the bane of my existence, and you have no right to have hurt feelings about me not loving you."

"Perhaps you should grow a spine and murder me, if you feel so strongly about our failed relationship."

"My spine is perfectly intact." She narrowed her eyes. "Maybe I should take down a few more of your precious temples, you fucking--"

Seth waved his hands. "Hey guys, how about we take a few deep breaths? The past is the--"

"Even your own lackeys have no respect for you! If that isn't an indication that you lack a sp--"

"If it isn't this again. It's as if you can't wrap your tiny mind around the concept of ifreedom! Order? Law? Discipline? It's fucking soul crushing. You're such a tool!"

The man in white seemed to be keeping his cool a lot better than his counterpart. "It's much more efficient than...well. What you have right here."

"You know? I think I hate you little more every day."

"...And?"

Chaos growled furiously. "The day I take away your immortality and transf--"

"Hey! HEY! I thought we weren't supposed to talk about this?" His glance towards Cecil was extremely brief. "We have company."

Chaos straightened her posture. "You're right, Seth." Her gaze fell on Cecil, who was probably hopelessly lost. Just as everyone else at the table that was not included in the present conversation. "...Someday, we're going to look back on this and laugh, Cecil. I wish I had the option of explaining this fucked up little game to you." A bitter glance was given to the man in white. "But I can't. Because it's against the rules." She spit out the last word like venom.

 

[Eazy]

The Paladin slowly gazed upward as Chaos spoke in her defense about expecting trust despite not having shared more about what was going on around here. His own eyes were stern, yet more so due to the growing frustration inside rather than any direct malice at that exact moment - even if he did have many reasons for showing her such disdain at any given moment. At this point, Cecil was simply attempting to keep up with everything taking place within these halls. A task which grew increasingly difficult as the surviving Champion interjected himself into the conversation and then Cecil found himself watching from the sidelines as they went at it with each other.

Simply sitting and watching as Chaos and the man clad in white carried on their heated discussion, the seated Paladin did try to keep up and take in whatever details were possible during their exchanges. Still, Cecil couldn't help but raise a hand to rub at his temples for a few moments. Clearly it seemed as if he'd found himself in the midst of a much larger story and with his own role to play being far bigger than of a simple 'toy' for the dark God to use and discard. Unfortunately, it seemed any answers wouldn't be afforded to him just yet, as Seth interrupted the rather furious Chaos and brought an apparent end to the argument.

Glancing between the three with an understandably confused expression on his features, the Champion of Adrius eventually let his eyes settle on Chaos as she spoke directly toward him on the subject. Gazing at the man in white briefly after her last words were spoken, Cecil again allowed his eyes to linger upon Chaos as she seemed to calm herself slightly. There was an awkward silence within the dining area, save for perhaps a few hushed whispers of confused dinner guests at the other tables, until Cecil slowly spoke up with a faint hint of ironic amusement, "At least you can admit to finding this entire game of yours to be 'fucked up', as you so fittingly put it. That's perhaps one of the few subject matters around here which we can both agree upon."

Idly, his hands moved toward the utensils, poking slightly at the partially eaten meat on his plate which was still warm and tempting looking to his hungry stomach. Cecil just needed for said stomach to unknot itself a little further before he could enjoy the meal, as he hesitantly spoke to her again, "I'm... I apologize for further dragging out such a volatile subject of discussion. Particularly within such a public setting." The irony of his apologizing to her for anything was not lost on Cecil. But it was hard for him to not feel a strange pang of guilt after watching the previous exchange. During scarce moments of kindness or vulnerability, the Paladin could see fragments of Angela in there. Of course, it was difficult to say how much of that was real or simply a fragment of his imagination while trying to find something of normalcy to grasp onto around here; a realized fact which did little in bringing any sort of true comfort to himself.

Nevertheless, Cecil wasn't entirely clueless to what was being said earlier, as the subject of immortality and lost love were previously in the air. Slowly, the man began to cut into the meat at his plate once more, before bringing another portion to his mouth to eat as he also considered the portion of the discussion relating to an obvious clash in ideologies between the man in white and Chaos. Was that to be his own fate if he couldn't escape from here and refused to let go of his own teachings of Adrius? Either discarded like any other of the men whom came before him or kept about as another immortal like this mysterious figure with such apparent bitterness in his heart? His eyes turned toward Chaos, as if seeking any sort of answer to these unspoken questions, as the dining area had gradually resumed its previous activities where it related to the other guests.

Taking another drink after noticing how dry his mouth had become while contemplating these chilling possibilities for his future, Cecil did finally speak up once more, "Might I ask... why do you love me, anyway?" His voice was soft, trying perhaps in vain at keeping this exchange between the two of them for now. Moreover, it was perhaps a silver lining for Chaos that Cecil seemed to have accepted the idea of her loving him, even if the question of 'why' loomed over it. "I suppose... in a very twisted, sickening way, I could understand why somebody like yourself may enjoy taking in heroes and Champions to use and corrupt before discarding." He rationed, cutting another piece of meat and preparing to bring it toward his mouth while finishing, "But why risk falling for another hero when it's evidently not worked out so well for you in the past? In particular, one so steadfast and unflinching toward their moral convictions as myself?" A pause, then diverting his eyes in slight embarrassment and clearing his throat before amending, "Well... mostly unflinching."

 

[Lady_Gamer]

"It's not my game," Chaos spoke in a forced calm before raising her silver chalice to her lips. A deep drink was taken. "But, yes. We can certainly agree that it's all sorts of fucked up."

The woman was expecting anything but an apology from the tormented hero. Slowly turning the stem of the chalice between her fingers, staring at the reflection as it skewed from the movement, she had been preparing herself for further barrage. A brief expression of one who feared they misheard their companion was evident as she lifted her gaze - as her eyes fell on Cecil, though, she seemed immediately assured. A moment of thoughtful silence allowed a small, grateful smile to grace her lips. "You're certainly not at fault," she offered. It was a bittersweet statement for the immortal - she had no misgivings towards the Champion for his questioning, and felt he needed to know that. And yet? Her unwillingness to assign blame elsewhere nearly made her feel as if she was admitting to being the villain.

As the Paladin fell to quiet consideration, so did his hostess. While it was difficult to guess what Chaos was thinking at any given moment, it was somehow painfully evident where her mind now toiled. She tore her eyes away from Cecil, returned them to her chalice. Her plate was completely ignored as she returned to twisting the stem within her grasp. A glance in the man in white's direction caused her to raise the cup to her lips again. Meanwhile, the others seemed content to resume whatever conversations they were having - save for Seth, who seemed to be purposefully remaining silent...and the former Champion, who had no want to converse with present company. He didn't seem unsettled in the least by the threat to his immortality and ate without any outward signs of concern.

Cecil's initial question drew Chaos's immediate attention - her expression was somber and serious as she listened to everything he had to say. When he finished, she found the ability to give a small smile in response to his final statement. She couldn't help but think that the amendment had been only for her sake; as if the man had reason to admit to his one exposed weakness to make her feel better. "There is little chance of additional risk involved for me, at this point. I've already fallen for you - and I did so in mortal form. As to why?" She seemed to genuinely consider for several moments before giving a shrug. "I fear I'm not the type of woman to go listing another's merits in my mind in order to determine whether or not I should love them. I'm not entirely logical."

"Ah! Something we agree on!" the man clad in white added with a hearty laugh. He made a toasting motion before taking a drink. When he placed the beverage on the table, he turned his obscured face towards Cecil. "I promise you, it's a waste of your efforts to try to solve that particular puzzle. Whether you want to rise against or please your new mistress, your actions will almost always be received in a different light than you intended."

"I don't...misconstrue other's intent," she spoke almost defensively.

The man glanced in her direction. "I didn't say that you did. I think it's more along the lines of assumptions on your pet's part. I've seen men bend over backwards to please you, swear to your insanity as their personal doctrine...thinking it would make you happy. You knew their intent. Still. It didn't make you happy, did it?"

"No," she conceded.

The man in white looked back towards Cecil. "I guess my only advice is to remain true to yourself. Despite whatever she wants - or what you think she wants - remain as your own. Maybe she'll kill you eventually. Maybe she'll release you. Hell - maybe you'll even replace me. But one thing is assured: Chaos hates cowards and liars. So bending to her will directly for the sake of saving yourself is pretty much the worst tactic you can adopt." He took a short drink. "At least, that's my guess. Can't say I really understand. I'm honest enough, and she certainly hates me."

"Because you're condescending dick," Chaos offered.

"I only act better than you because I am."

"You weren't always."

The man gave a small shrug. An awkward silence fell between them - Chaos looking somewhat wounded. The man's face didn't need to be seen for an onlooker to know that he was completely indifferent to her feelings on the matter.

The demoness had remained interested in their conversation throughout, and decided to comment. "You two sure know how to entertain, but...well. This bit is getting a little old, if I must say so myself." She continued to cut at the meat on her plate. "What I'd like to know concerns our honored guest, not this tired excuse of a Champion." The man in white didn't condescend to respond to her insult. "Are we sharing this evening, Chaos?"

The addressed woman didn't respond immediately, looking over at her love. She awaited his reaction to the prospect of being 'shared' before giving giving an answer.

 

[Eazy]

The Paladin listened as she replied to his last string of questioning, while at the same time managing to help himself to a little more of the meat at his plate. His appetite wasn't exactly a hearty one given the circumstances, but it had rebounded enough for him to deal with the necessity of hunger. Plus, it helped that the food was indeed rather tasty. Helping himself to another portion of the nicely prepared meat on his plate, Cecil worked the food within his mouth and simply stared with perhaps a hint of disappointment when she couldn't give a firm answer on why she fell for him. It seemed many 'romances' out there, a search for any semblance of logic would be a fleeting one.

Before the Champion of Adrius could finish his current portion and continue the conversation, the man in white had spoken up once again to throw in his two cents. Cecil watched as the other male took a drink before affirming his current suspicions on the apparent futility of deciphering the enigma that is Chaos. The Champion watched as she conversed with the man whom had apparently once held her affection some time ago - finding himself in the rather strange position of being given advice on a 'relationship' he'd no intention of being apart of in the first place. Cecil was definitely going to be needing something even stronger to drink.

Still, the Paladin did keep the other mans advice filed away even as the exchanges returned to settling between the white clad male and Chaos herself. There was logic in the other man's words - as Cecil certainly had little intention of faking any type of feelings toward the immortal in the hope of saving himself. Better to die a devoted follower of Adrius than to betray ones own God during their darkest hour. Escape was his main goal, with death as an unbroken Champion being the alternative. Albeit, a Champion whom had already been put into a number of... well, compromising, situations.

Either way, Cecil was left rather uncertain on what to feel as the heated exchange ended. The question of how close this other man was to himself before Chaos got her hands on him had entered his mind on numerous occasions at this point, but the rather wounded demeanor of the immortal female had caused a surprising pang of guilt for having drawn out the conversation even further. Strange, since one would figure he'd completely relish in the torment of the woman whom caused him so much torment even prior to his capture.

Uncertain of what to say at first, Cecil's attention did shift toward the demoness who commented on the prior exchanges before adding a rather perplexing question. Giving her a curious glance after taking a small drink, the Paladin then turned toward Chaos herself, "Sharing? What exactly does she mean by that?"

Now, while Cecil may have been a tad naive toward the numerous types of debauchery and decadence which Chaos and her followers may partake upon, it didn't mean the Paladin was completely clueless as it only took a quick cursory glance around the dining area before it dawned on him right as his now wide eyed gaze returned to the female at his side. "...No. Nononono. You have to be kidding? There is no way I'd be willing to take part of anything so disgustingly depraved!" He nearly shouted toward the end - almost seemingly ready to sit up and leave the scene despite how it may harm whatever good graces he'd held with Chaos.

And yet? The Paladin hadn't. Make no mistake, the idea wasn't exactly one which filled him with a sense of excitement. But there was indeed a by now planted seed of interest, deep within the darker recesses of his frantic mind. The memory of what Chaos had forcibly exposed him toward was very fresh in Cecil's mind. Both the anger at having been taken against his will, but also the undeniable, if shameful pleasure which was drawn out by her attentions. It was enough to make Cecil wonder. To question. To consider.

"What, uh... what exactly does happen next after these types of dinners?" He asked his immortal hostess - almost immediately regretting letting those words slip free of his mouth, especially as the man glanced down at the plate which was nearly empty of the main course meat which he'd been helping himself to since earlier. But, still? There was an undeniable curiosity which remained as the not long ago virginal Paladin awaited her response - feeling his palms growing sweaty within the gloves of his armor as his heart continued to race within the mans chest.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The silver haired woman watched her love’s reaction with some amusement. First his handsome features skewed in uncertainty: which passed quickly enough without need of Chaos explaining what was meant. Then, as the truth of the situation dawned on the paladin, a sudden flow of refusals poured from his mouth. One might say that he doth protest too much. Though the notion of making such an accusation was never to come to light; after several moments of consideration Cecil couldn’t help but show some curiosity of what might be expected of the evening.

His question was met with a soft smile. “All sorts of things, really. We tend to be unpredictable.”

“I think he meant in regard to your here’s my new pet dinners,” the demoness pointed out.

Chaos nearly winced. She was finding it more and more painful each time her former champions were mentioned: if only because of how it might further unsettle her present one. It made her regret them all entirely. “Well,” the god spoke as she settled her crimson orbs on the demoness. “We’ve actually fallen into a rut on that one, haven’t we?”

The other woman’s expression changed from gleeful to disappointment. “You can’t mean…?”

“I do. I know you’ve enjoyed previous sharings, and I wasn’t too concerned in past circumstances but I never meant for it to become a tradition. You know how I loathe such things as that.”

The demoness gave a huff and crossed her arms over her chest. There was no sense in trying to argue or reason with Chaos, though it was evident the other woman would not have come with the knowledge that she wasn’t getting a turn with the pet. “This is bullshit,” she added at length.

“Sorry, but… I don’t think Cecil is the type to enjoy your brand of sexual torments,” she began.

“You mean torture?” spoke Seth. Neither woman paid him any mind.

“Since when is it about what they want?” the demoness asked defiantly.

“It’s about what I want,” Chaos growled. “And I don’t trust you with him.”

“You did break the last one’s jaw,” Seth remarked. Despite the fact that he was trying to help, Chaos shot him a shut the fuck up glare. “And an arm,” he added unflinchingly.

The silver haired woman sighed and turned her attention back to the demoness. “No offense intended, of course.”

“Oh, of course not!” the demoness gave an exaggerated agreement that seethed with insincerity. “This one is just too precious for me.”

“Right. Exactly.”

The demoness’ eyes narrowed. The offense, it seems, was taken; though it did not result in violence. Just continued dirty looks.

Chaos relaxed a bit in her chair before turning her eyes to Cecil. “It wouldn’t be fair of me to not let you experience others, right? I mean: here I am, practically cradle robbing you into a long-term relationship...” Of course the man was in his late twenties, a far cry from what most would consider a child. It was left to question if her reference was based on him being new to sexual encounters or simply to his age in comparison to eternity. “I have a perfect pair picked out for you tonight. They won’t make you suffer anything you won’t enjoy.”

“The twins?” the demoness guessed with derision.

“Oh man, the twins are the best,” Seth offered. As a reward, the demoness turned her hateful gaze in his direction.

“Yes, the twins.”

“They’re not even here,” the demoness protested.

“Can you blame them? Some of my friends are terrifying.”

The other woman gave an exasperated sigh. “Why the fuck am I even here?”

Chaos shrugged.

“If you’re not inviting us to play with your pet, what alternate festivities did you have in mind?” asked Robert.

“I’m not the master of your destiny,” Chaos responded coolly. “I figured: you’re all adults, you can make your own choices this evening.” She was given blank stares in response. “…What?”

“Kind of anti-climatic,” the former Champion explained. “Compared to what these heathens are used to. Not going to burn down a temple and massacre all of the followers tonight? Or gang rape a virgin? How terribly disappointed you must all be.”

“That’s not,” Chaos started in defense. Then, looking to Cecil directly, she continued. “That’s not what we do, don’t listen to him.”

“…You murdered all the good people from his temple, right?”

She turned her attention back to the former champion. “That wasn’t an after-party event. Or even something I wanted to do. It just…happened.”

The man clad in white scoffed. Rather than debate the point he pushed his chair back and stood in a fluid motion. “If you’ll excuse me,” he spoke, seemingly out of habit of courtesy. Without further word or interest in whatever else may be said the man turned on his heel and was gone.

The room remained quiet for several moments. Eventually, small groups began conversing amongst themselves. Chaos sat silent, appearing reflective, again resorting to spinning the stem of her chalice as an outlet for her restlessness.

Seth cleared his throat. “I imagine she’d rather I not talk about it, but… You may as well know, Cecil, that she didn’t go out of her way to destroy the things you held so dearly. And they all died quickly, if it’s any consolation.”

“Please don’t,” Chaos pleaded weakly.

“I think he should know,” Seth countered. He met no resistance other than a remorseful look from Chaos. “She truly wasn’t intent on killing any of them. But they were pretty insistent on not letting us get away. It wasn’t until my own life was in danger that she…well. Sometimes she can’t control the destruction she unleashes. Causing her true panic is capable of leveling an entire city.”

“You think excuses make it any better, Seth?” Chaos asked coldly.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Might not to you, but it could to him.”

A silence existed between them for several moments. "You're only making things worse, Seth," Chaos concluded at last. "Come, Cecil. I throw the worst dinner parties, no doubt both of us will be glad to take our leave." She stood and waited for him to follow suit. She had no doubt he didn't want to follow her, but the alternative of staying with the rest of them had to be worse.

They emerged into the great hall and began a several minute walk towards their destination. Given the most recent topic of conversation, Chaos was at a complete loss of what to say: and so said nothing. Instead, she merely led Cecil towards the rendezvous with the twins, wondering if they'd make the journey in absolute silence.

 

[Eazy]

The Paladin had felt he might regret showing any curiosity on what exactly Chaos and her companions may have had in mind with their talks, and it was very much proving to be the case as the talks grew a touch heated between the two women. Once Seth brought clarity on what they were getting at with the mention of torture, however, Cecil was indeed suddenly on his guard for the remainder of their exchanges. The man’s fingers curled into a set of tightly bound fists upon further elaboration of what the other demoness had done to past ‘guests’. This was the type of stuff they were raised of beware of Chaos and her ilk having done to humans upon their capture.

Were his abilities not bound at the moment, the Paladin may have grown bold enough to attempt a physical lashing out for those whom suffered in the past. Instead, Cecil merely bit his lower lip while listening in on the remainder of their exchange; albeit while acknowledging the fact that his ‘hostess’ was sparing him from suffering a similar fate to other humans who were brought here. When Chaos’ attention turned toward the Champion, Cecil continued to display a touch of that renewed aggression over the reality of what was apparently a normalcy here, but also held a curiosity on what she had to say about their long-term ‘relationship’.

“The twins?” The man broke his momentary silence with a whisper; more so speaking to himself rather than seeking further elaboration, which was for the best seeing as how the other demoness wasn’t quite done voicing her complaints to Chaos. His thoughts lingered on the possible implications there, but there were more pressing issues at the moment as they spoke further on ‘festivities’ and past heinous deeds. In particular, the former Champions own talk of what was normal for these ‘people’.

The mention of how Chaos had murdered everyone at his temple had actually stung Cecil. He hadn’t forgotten. He could never forget. But his anger at the reveal on Chaos’ time amongst them prior to making her move, along with what she had forcibly done with him since his arrival here, had given him enough to be bothered, if not angered about, which was slightly fresher on his mind. The look Cecil had given Chaos perhaps said more than words could manage at that moment in time. Pain. Anger. A hint of pleading for some type of answer which may offer clarity to why his life and those he held dear had to take such tragic turns.

His gaze turned toward his own drink as the pair sat in silence after the former Champion got in his barbs. When Seth broke the silence amongst their group, Cecil’s eyes remained directed upon on his plate and drink, but it was clear the man was listening. He heard the other man speak on what happened during the fallout from the temple. Found out something unexpected about Chaos herself in terms of her powers. Noted the way she reacted toward the man’s continued talks. The Paladin didn’t know what to believe. Whether this was a ruse entirely on their parts or half-truths at the best. Or possibly the entire truth, though a lifetime of teachings within the Temple made him hesitant to easily accept that as a potential reality. But he listened. And he took note.

No words were exchanged on Cecil’s part. The previous signs of his starting to warm up, ever so slightly, to being around Chaos and her companions having seemingly been largely undone. When Chaos offered that they take their leave from the large dining area, the Paladin showed a few moments of hesitation before rising to his feet and following after her. It was the better alternative, Cecil figured, though mainly for the sake of his physical well being.

They walked in silence during a large part of their several minute walk through the great hall. Cecil uncertain on what to say, despite having a million things on his mind which he could either try to ask or even yell at her about. The man did, however, take the occasional glance toward the literal embodiment of everything he was raised to fight against. Seeing her right there and then. Like this. So silent and obviously at a loss herself. She seemed to vulnerable. She seemed… not quite Angela, the woman he’d believed himself to know her as in the Temple, but also not quite the dark god she was presented as being by those on both sides of this never ending conflict.

“I don’t know what to believe anymore.” The Paladin admitted simply. Speaking both to himself along with confessing this revelation to Chaos herself, as they continued walking without really breaking their current stride as he elaborated, “I spend my entire life believing one truth to be the reality of this world. And then you plunge me into a world where so many things contradict what I’ve been taught, while other parts of it actually seem to reinforce those beliefs. That makes it rather difficult for somebody like me to ascertain what to believe anymore. And this holds especially true when I’ve only spent a full day on trying to take in everything.”

Of course, at this point in time, Cecil had some serious doubts on even a thousand lifetimes would be enough adapt toward this drastic change to his very life. And the way Chaos talked, along with other revelations on how old Seth and others were, it seemed as if the Paladin would have that time to do so; whether he’d wanted it or not. As they neared the rendezvous point, the man dealt with another personal dilemma, as he began to speak, “But...” A short pause. An uncertainty on admitting something else which, were his worst fears to be true, may be a critical mistake in terms of giving Chaos an emotional opening to exploit.

A short pause.

But only a pause

“But a part of myself wants to believe you really care about me. And not just as another part of your collection like some of your friends were saying.” The Paladin confessed to the greatest enemy of everything he had held dear. There was a hatred toward Chaos. For what she did to him. To those he cherished. It made even this much of an attempt at genuine kindness on his part feel like a form of betrayal, as his hand reached over to lightly brush upon the deity’s own while adding, “Thanks for saving me from your friends back there.”

Letting out a deep breath, Cecil wasn’t sure if she would have anything to say in response, but he listened for whatever she may say. At the same time, however, it did seem as if both of them needed a diversion of sorts from the final minutes of the ill fated dinner party. And as they stood before the entrance to her chambers, the Paladin gave a pause in his step before looking in her direction to inquire on what was touched upon during the earlier exchanges amongst herself and the others, “So, um… twins?”

 

[Lady_Gamer]

With each footfall Chaos felt more certain that Cecil couldn’t possibly have anything to say to her. Worst of it was: she had earned it. The treatment of her former Champions, the destruction and deaths she had directly caused over the course of human history… Cecil didn’t know the half of her faults or misdeeds and he already had plenty of reasons to despise her.

Lost to thoughts such as these the woman was almost surprised by the sudden sound of the man’s voice. As he continued to speak she shifted her crimson gaze to his face, intently watching his features. He wasn’t outwardly angry, or setting upon her with an attack, as was her expectation. Instead he simply gave her the truth of his perspective, shared his uncertainty in all of it. He didn’t know what to believe anymore.

Chaos had nothing to offer. She could share her wisdom on the facts of reality, try to further discredit Adrius…even just try to comfort Cecil. Instead, she merely soaked in his words in silence.

He continued to speak. In the short pause that followed ”But,” the woman imagined thousands of horrible things he could say. I’ll never believe you, was a common theme among what painful words he may find to sling. Thankfully the pause was brief, and Cecil quite unexpectantly abolished her greatest fear. But the levity lasted only a moment, bringing a smile to her full lips; the expression lingered even as her mind found new worries to explore.

The brush of his hand derailed the train of thought entirely. Her eyes could not help but to dart towards the contact; for a moment she stared, nearly looking confused. Cecil’s thanks for her saving him from her friends only seemed to add to her uncertainty.

Her gaze returned to his. ”Yes, well…” she started awkwardly. She nearly thought to contest his thanks but quickly found the point of very little importance. ”I do care for you Cecil, very much. You’re my better half, not some collectible.” Then, failing to come up with any sort of proof to place belief in, she simply offered: “You’ll see.”

It wasn’t long before the pair came to a stop outside of Chaos’ chambers.

“So, um… twins?”

The silver haired woman’s smile widened into a grin. ”They are a common favorite. I think you’ll find some people’s hatred of them is strictly rooted in jealousy.” She motioned a hand towards the obscenely tall French doors; an indication for Cecil to open them rather than doing so by magical means. ”The plight of wood nymphs, I suppose,” she concluded.

The Champion of Adrius would find the set of doors easy to open; despite the size of the obsidian etched slabs, very little weight seemed to be transferred in the motion. As the gap between the doors expanded a change in the ambiance was immediately obvious: the main room (and likely all the other chambers) were littered with vanilla-honey scented candles. It wasn’t until stepping over the threshold in the main room that a trail of white and pink rose petals would become evident. Cecil would know the direction to be towards the bath. As if that weren’t evidence enough of the present activities, the musical laughter of a young maiden echoed down the hall in conjunction to splashing noises.

”I guess they didn’t wait for you to get wet,” Chaos teased. She had no intention of leading Cecil towards his destination, instead giving him whatever time or thought he may need to do so on his own. Whenever it was that the siren-like voices drew him in, presently being spoken in some unknown flowery language, the hostess would follow. With the intention, of course, of giving introductions.

Upon reaching the bath it would be seen that one nymph was standing in the middle of the tub, an abundant lather of bubbles surrounding her mid-thighs. Her hair was a halo of molten gold, reaching to the bend of her waist, her eyes an emerald green that radiated with brilliance. So bright was it that a reflection of the color glimmered upon her cheekbones and filled her brow with light. Her lips were upturned in mirth, revealing a smile white as fresh snow. She was dressed, though the soaked condition of her white garb left little to the imagination. Draped casually around her shoulders the thin material of her dress was probably loose fitting and flowing in other circumstances; but now, it clung to her athletic and slender body possessively. Perfectly rounded breasts were revealed at a glance, seemingly made to fill Cecil’s hand like a glove, capped with perked light pink nipples. She was lithe and graceful and it showed in the moment that the Champion caught her attention.

It appeared that she had been in the process of splashing her twin, whose clothing was only haphazardly dampened. In the process, it seemed, most of the floor was slickened with a combination of water and bubbles. Even so, the young woman bounded from the depths of the bath, extracting herself and taking a sure footing without so much as a concern.

The twin’s attention followed the first and soon two pairs of glowing green eyes were upon him. The two were nearly identical – the only difference being in their chest sizes. Whereas the girl in the tub had an ample bosom, the other was comparatively flat. Her still mostly-dry dress was much like her sister’s, the modest drape of the material over her chest only offering a hint of the suppleness beneath. The lower hem of either girls’ dress lingered in askew cuts just above their knees.

”This is Cecil,” Chaos began. ”Cecil, this is Kissiai,” she indicated the one who had been standing the tub just moments before. ”And this is Cissiae,” she spoke as her hand shifted to indicate the other.

The two approached, coming upon the man in nearly the same instant. “Armor not like water,” Kissiai informed them in heavily accented common. Without any hesitation the woman pressed her body against the smooth metal surface of Cecil’s breastplate, lifting herself onto her toes so as to inspect the clasps over his shoulder. Unless stopped, she’d set to work unbinding.

As would Cissiae, though she seemed more interested in the lower portion of Cecil’s armor. Deft hands stroked over the man’s hip, towards his lap, as the twin leaned in adoringly against the Champion.

Chaos watched for a moment before speaking. ”My involvement here is optional,” she informed him coolly. ”I can tell you that you’d be in good hands, and I hate to smother you. But…” A short pause. ”If you’d prefer that I stay, I would. It is entirely up to your preference.”

 

[Eazy]

The Champion of Adrius actually felt a touch comforted at seeing the silver haired woman start to smile. When that smile widened into a grin following his question on the twins, however, Cecil wondered if perhaps he was heading into something he wasn't ready for. Still, as the paladin gazed upon the obscenely tall doors which lead into their intended destination, there wasn't the level of fear felt when he’d awoken in her bedroom the night prior. “Wood nymphs?” The man echoed her words with some surprise, while taking a few seconds to consider what was on the other side as he admitted, “…I haven’t had many chances to encounter one up close, before.”

The man hadn’t many preconceived notions on their species, and he supposed a couple of wood nymphs were a lot less intimidating than some of the other possible species which raced through his head prior. Certainly a lot less disconcerting than the company kept over in the dining hall, as Cecil took in a deep breath and slowly pushed open the surprisingly easy to pen doors. Ever the warrior and adventurer, his eyes immediately darted around to take in his new surroundings. With some caution, the paladin stepped forward, being caught by slight surprise at the trail of white and pink rose petals; a display of magic which actually brought a small smile of amazement out of the champion, as his attention then diverted to the sound of laughter and water being splashed.

The tease on them getting ‘wet’ actually brought a light flush to the man’s face. Despite everything which happened the previous night, not the least of which being the loss of his virginity, the man was still a person of virtue and morals. Still, Cecil seemed to roll with it well enough, as the Paladin slowly took that first step to lead the way in the twins direction. His heart raced every inch of the way there. The human wasn’t even sure if he was willing to go through with anything once he reached them, yet continued onward until approaching the bath in taking in the sight of the pair.

“Wow.” He spoke softly, with obvious surprise at the beauty being presented carrying itself out onto his voice. Cecil had only briefly encountered their type in the past, but always while keeping to the distance during his travels for the temple. Let them have their ways, while his order kept to theirs. That seemed a simple enough rule for getting by with most other species. But even during those brief viewings, Cecil had recognized their species exotic beauty from afar. And seeing them up close now? It was making the paladin realize how little justice those distant viewings did their kind.

The human watched in awed silence as his presence soon captured the attention of the pair, which caused them to move toward approaching the champion as Chaos made the introductions. He must have looked quite the sight with his jaw partially hanging open. Finding himself at a near loss for words as he tried to greet the pair. “It’s, uh… it’s a pleasure to meet you both.” He spoke with a slight shyness at being approached by the twins in unison, as they didn’t seem to share his sense of uncertainty on what was to happen next.

“Oh, w-wait…” The paladin would softly protest when Kissiai moved in closely to his armored body, yet offered no physical resistance or even spoken commands in defiance of the nymph as she stared to unbind his clasp. Cecil remained uncertain and reluctant on going further, but there wasn’t any fear on his part like there had been with the majority of Chaos’ friends and guests; or even when it came to Chaos herself, in a few respects.

It was about then that Cecil noticed the other twin moving lower to explore her nimble hands along his hip, moving for his lap, where the Paladin felt a familiar sensation begin to stir within his loins. This was only the second time another person had touched him near there, with the previous time only being the night before with Chaos. But there wasn’t the anger and fear experienced on his part during that encounter, which meant the Champion of Adrius was allowed to actually soak in the sensation of being touched by another, as his armor began to come undone and slowly peeled away from his firm frame.

With his armor being peeled away, Cecil then turned his attention toward Chaos as she spoke to her surprisingly cherished Paladin. She spoke on how she could leave him be to enjoy his time, or to stay only if he so desired it. There was hesitation on Cecil’s part, but only a short one. This wasn’t exactly the most ideal of conditions for one to pause and think over what she was saying, so he went with what felt the most natural on first instinct. “I’d… I’d rather you stay with us.” Cecil confessed as his gaze shifted toward Kissiai briefly as she started to peel away the clothing beneath his armor to unveil his firm chest, before admitting to Chaos while still keeping his gaze lowered and partially looking on as the nymph’s did their work, “For whatever else I may feel toward you and everything else that’s happened, I also feel strangely… safe, when you’re around.”

Such a source of comfort felt foolish for Cecil to even feel, let alone acknowledge at feeling to whom he still couldn’t get past on seeing as the enemy to everything he was raised to believe. Perhaps fortunately, however, the twins weren’t going to allow the human much of a chance for moping about on this personal conflict, as his eyes suddenly raised at the feel of the armor around his waist being undone. “I must be losing utter control of my rational senses and any semblance of moral upbringing.” He lamented with a light groan as his hardening arousal was allowed a chance of greater freedom now that the armored portions of his garments were removed.

Still clothed partially in the garments offered to him following his earlier bath, the wood nymphs would at least be able to take in a better view of what the human had to offer beneath that cumbersome armor. His shirt was unbuttoned partially, which allowed for Kissiai to see and touch along his broad chest as she so desired, with his toned abdominal area waiting to be discovered if her fingers moved lower. Lower still, Cecil was currently still completely covered when it came to the non-armored garments below his waist, but the lack of a codpiece did allow for Cissiae to take notice of the considerable outline of his hardened cock which strained for release underneath. Despite his continued weariness toward accepting what this new way of living was offering, it did seem that at least a part of the Paladin was VERY eager to begin.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The decision was his and so Chaos tried not to place too much hope in being invited to stay. She watched as Kissiai carelessly tossed aside the metal plates of Cecil’s armor: each followed their disassembly with a crash in to the puddle that was the entirety of the floor. It was painfully obvious the other woman hadn’t the slightest care about Cecil’s material belongings, even if she had mentioned that metal didn’t like water… The silver haired woman couldn’t help but smile in response. Nymphs were very simple creatures, pure as wilderness. Eat, fuck, sleep: that was the cycle, over and over, and somewhere there was a blissful happiness glimpsed only by a handful of humanity. Chaos guessed it was the nymphs’ limited capacity for introspection or the complete lack of external locus related to self-worth or approval. They just…existed…and that was reason enough to enjoy themselves. To live…and to have copious and awesome sex.

It was why Chaos was so drawn to their kind: she considered them to be a grand symbol of freedom. Plus, they were always pleasurable company to keep!

Her attention shifted back to Cecil as he decided his fate. His initial words caused for widening of her smile and a jump of her heart. In the same moment as her levity, though, the paladin looked away from her. Looking at Kissiai or Cissiae and yet not… His gaze appeared lowered, more than anything, as if he had been defeated. He continued to speak after a moment. ”Whatever else I may feel toward you” sounded hurtful, if only because those other feelings were still no doubt very negative…but Chaos took a note from their present companions and didn’t dwell on it. Besides, he finished his statement by admitting that he felt safe with her.

Which could only mean that: he was beginning to understand her love, right? He knew she wouldn’t hurt him – he was safe…

Cecil raised his gaze as Cissiae removed his hip guards and codpiece. He spoke briefly, his words not necessarily anything Chaos wanted to hear. He was begrudgingly a participant, it seemed, and was already holding himself accountable for whatever pleasure he might take from the encounter.

“Moral?” asked Cissiae in a light, fluting voice. Glowing emerald eyes stared upwards at the Champion while a hand worked to stroke at the hardening length that was no longer concealed by armor. The material of Cecil’s breeches remained a barrier; despite this, her slender hand explored the entirety of his length, splayed fingers running upwards at a torturously slow pace. As the hand brushed his crown it shifted direction. Cissiae grasped around Cecil’s rigid girth, encompassing as much as the fabric allowed as she stroked towards his base.

“Is right or wrong,” Chaos explained with simplicity she knew the other to understand.

Cissiae looked thoughtful for a moment. “Is right,” she concluded as she shifted her gaze to the outline of the paladin’s cock. Settled on her heels, the woman leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek against his manhood. “Feel good,” she further remarked, as if it solidified her former statement. Her unoccupied hand reached for the clasp of his breeches. It lingered there, fingertips curling to occupy the space between his skin and clothing. Her sight trailed again to Cecil’s face. “Right? Good?” she asked, uncertain which term was of more importance to him. While awaiting his reply she continued to gaze upwards at him; her face still in contact with his member, a hand stroking at his length. As an offering of how good it might be, the young woman licked the underside of his shaft through his clothing.

Kissiai, meanwhile, had been further unbuttoning Cecil’s shirt. A single hand deftly performed the task as the other felt Cecil’s exposed chest. Nimble and delicate fingers traced over the definitions of his pecks, lifted to outline his collarbone and reach to his jaw. It was then that the full breasted woman fell into the man, her weight pressed against his side, her lips finding purchase on his throat. She purred as both of her hands worked to remove the now fully-undone shirt, the material left to flutter to the floor quite unceremoniously. Her hands were quickly upon him again, before the falling fabric had become soaked from the floor, flattened palms and lightly bent fingers greedily felt the contours of Cecil’s firmly toned stomach and back. As her hands met on the opposite side of his body the nymph’s grip clutched at him. A playful growl reverberated from her throat as she drew him against her, followed light nip at his throat. Kissiai’s giggle was musical and echoed – whether on its own or from the acoustics of the room was an uncertainty. This twin, it seemed, was far less interested in what was being said…and she did not pause as Cissiae waited for a response.

Chaos hadn’t intended for the twins to supplement her moral reprogramming…or, well, at least not so directly. But it had been Cecil that brought the issue up, and it was Cecil that would need to assure one of his nymph lovers that he wanted for her physical attentions.

The silver haired woman decided not to get involved with the present discussion, rather moving to stand behind the Champion. Her hand, noticeably colder than either of the twins’, wrapped about the curve of Cecil’s hip…drew across his back as she approached the side opposite of Kissiai. She, too, leaned in against his exposed flesh, her alternate hand moving to stroke up across his stomach and to his shoulder. Crimson eyes settled on those gorgeous earthen orbs…she could see his confliction in providing an answer for Cissiae. Silently, Chaos lifted a hand to cradle the hero’s chin, turning his face towards hers. She kissed him, gently and sweetly, her tongue only shallowly sampling his mouth as their lips melded together. When she withdrew, several long moments later, it was with a hot breath and a gaze full of lust.

Cissiae pulled Cecil’s hips forward by the grasp of his breeches, the tug causing him to press more firmly into the contact with the twin’s face. A subtle moan escaped her lips and her cheeks began to take on a light shade of pink. Her fingers teased the idea of unclasping his pants – though they did not, of course – and the twin whimpered a repetition of her question. “Is right?”

 

[Eazy]

A light groan slipped through the male’s lips as he felt Cissiae’s fingers exploring along the length of himself through the remaining barrier of fabric. Outside of Chaos herself, this had been the one of the rare instances in which another had touched Cecil in such a way. Only now, he was a lot less aggressive and focused on fighting back in comparison to before, so he was thus allowed to actually soak in that previously foreign pleasure of knowing another person’s touch. In the back of his mind, he questioned if perhaps the touch of other potential partners felt so good as what Cissiae was offering with those skilled fingers.

Another deep sigh escaped his lips as the Paladin seemed conflicted on how to respond to her question, which wasn’t made any easier to focus upon when the other twin was undoing the rest of his clothing and exploring the rest of his body with her own delicate touch. Despite any previous words, Cecil actually seemed compliant in what was happening, as his arms and head moved to make the task easier whenever resistance was felt, which soon resulted in his being exposed to Kissiai’s full attentions. A sharp gasp at the feel of her teeth upon his neck, as his toned abdomen tightened ever so slightly under the caress of her exploring digits. An uncertain, yet strong hand reaching upward to cup at the twins back, as he began to hold her closer to him without having fully realized he was doing so.

The Champion’s attentions would only break away from the pair when Chaos moved in closer to the trio and directed his focus her way. He watched her with eyes which, while filled with conflicting emotions on how to deal with this situation, seemed to also have a growing sense of previously undiscovered lust in his gaze. Despite their differing beliefs and placements within this never ending conflict, Cecil didn’t pull away as the silver haired woman cradled his chin. Nor when she planted a sweet kiss upon his lips, for which Cecil allowed his eyes to drift close for the duration as he soaked in the taste of her when her tongue stared to probe his mouth without going so far as he knew that appendage could extend. He didn’t yet return the kiss, but he didn’t pull away either, which must have counted for something, as he let his free hand move to lightly wrap around her waist by the time she withdrew from their embrace.

Still catching his breath a little from that kiss as he grew lost in her gaze, it was the tug of his breeches which would draw Cecil’s focus back toward Cissiae, earning her a light gasp at the feel of himself pressing firmly into her face. The light flush of her cheeks was rather cute, Cecil had to admit, and added to her already stunning beauty as the twin whimpered out her question once more. With his firm chest rising and falling with every deepening breath he’d take, the Paladin gave a modest smile down to the twin – a smile which Chaos had likely seen many times during her time amongst him as Angela – while he slowly nodded in confirmation, “Is… Is right.”

From there, Cecil would allow for Cissiae to resume in removing the last barriers of clothing which covered the human, as he slowly let his head lull backwards while starting to allow himself to truly enjoy these pleasures of the flesh. “So very… very right…” He whispered largely to himself, as the hand along Kissiai’s back started to roam higher toward her shoulders. His fingers were somewhat coarse from years of weapon practice, yet otherwise felt soft and warm to the touch as he reached upward to then slip his fingers through her moist hair. The man would seek out the back of the woman’s head as he started to gently clutch upon it while letting Kissiai do as she pleased with his exposed flesh, as her twin was left to pull free his throbbing arousal which ached for direct attention.

Feeling further enraptured in the moment as he began to steadily allow himself to accept the stimulation the pair were drawing out of his body, Cecil tilted his head enough to look over in the Avatar of Chaos’s direction. A slowly building lust was seen within the Champions eyes as he gazed upon the woman who both embodied everything he was raised to stand against and had turned his world upside down in the past few days. The Paladin didn’t know where he truly stood when it came to her and this world she had thrust him into. At that moment, however? That moment in which he both felt like he was safe in her presence and that his body was actually being allowed to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh compared to earlier. During that moment, the man found himself gazing upon her with eyes which for this all too brief time and place, didn’t carry within them the usual uncertainty and bitterness which she had often seen whenever he looked upon her throughout that day.

The hand resting along her lower back inched its way upward, as the Paladin found himself giving into the moment enough to press his palm along the middle of her shoulders, before pulling the silver haired woman in closer. His lips claimed hers in tender, yet heated embrace. Cecil’s eyes drifting closed for a few moments to soak in each of the respective sensations being dealt upon his body, as he started to hold Chaos similarly to how one might cradle their beloved. His lips parting during the kiss, with his tongue brushing out to sweep over the entrance of her mouth, while similarly granting her access to his as this surprisingly tender embrace began to deepen for the pair.