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This Story...- I would like to say that Lily/Harry is rather Dark in this story. I suppose I should have warned you guys about that earlier- she can be violent, malicious and very cunning and manipulative. I imagine that having to take care of five children and tasked with protecting them, along with regularly keeping up with the war in Britain will have a profound effect on her. Harry's mind is fully in the war- Lily is the sometimes absentminded carefree mother. There's a certain difference between the two. Oh, and Prosper attracts some interest. Also- Ariel has a bit of a complex.

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Lily brushed Cassie's hair happily. They would be going to meet Lucette's family, formally. The Beaumonts were a good family, and Cassie really seemed to connect with Lucette over the last few years. Lily was happy for her sweet if occasionally vengeful daughter. The taller blonde young woman could handle Cassie's temper and moods, Lily was sure.

"Mum! Ariel took my ribbon!", Lee's sudden, agitated voice flooded down the hall into Cassie's pristine white room.

"She took my favorite cufflinks!", came the responding call and Lily smiled. They may be getting older, but they were still her babies and they were still prone to childish behavior. Lily dipped her head to lean against Cassie's.

"You grow up so fast,", she sighed wistfully. Cassie's dark ashy eyes looked back at her, glittering in excitement and soft with fondness.

"Don't worry, mum. Even if we all moved out, we'd constantly be knocking down your door or forcing you to come to dinner.", she grinned brightly. Then she turned back to the mirror with a small frown. "Should I keep my hair down? My nose always looks so atrocious with my hair down..."

Yes, she definitely had the Parkinson nose- a bit flatter and wider than would be proportional. Lily knew she was also just as conscious about her ghostly complexion and pointy jaw and chin. She hummed, wrapping her arms around the girl's shoulders. All of her children were beautiful. Even if Annalee didn't like her thin lips and the way her body filled out fully, overwhelmed by how large her hips and breasts were becoming or the way freckles covered every inch of her body. Or the way Ariel insisted that he wasn't growing enough facial hair, or the way his face wasn't getting more angular or how big his feet were. Peony noticing the way she was beginning to pull on more weight and losing the thinner figure to become softer and the chub under her chin or the way her body hair would come in thick. Or Prosper's growing frustration with his height (which she certainly remembered feeling when she was a boy) and how no matter how much he worked, he didn't gain much muscle. They all had their insecurities about their forms and while she did her best to show them how beautiful they were (Ariel and Prosper wrinkled their noses, and she knew they would prefer to be called handsome or dashing) sometimes it didn't always get through.

(Personally, she thought they looked better than their parents. In Ron and Hermione's case, more because she was a pretty blend of them both. And that she didn't get her father's long face or her mother's slightly buck teeth.)

She returned her attention to her daughter. "You look lovely with your hair down, luv. I'm sure Lucette would like to see it down.", she added teasingly. She watched Cassie's face turn red quickly.

"Then m-maybe I'll leave it...", rarely was Cassie shy, and Lily loved it.

"So cute.", Cassie groaned in embarrassment and Lily realized she sat that out loud. She shrugged happily, getting up. "I'll be getting dressed properly, I suppose.", she smiled airily as she made it to the doorway.

Cassie smiled at her mother before looking back to her own reflection.

xXx

Prosper grumbled, fixing his sleeves in agitation. Lucette's cousin- her male cousin- kept hitting on him. And even worse, he sat right next to the berk and had to constantly pull his long fingers away from his thigh or knee. Only his mother and Ariel had noticed it so far, and neither bothered trying to help him! In fact, both of them were laughing or giggling or snickering every time they looked over at him! Rude! He scowled darkly, refusing to look at him.

Either way, Lucette's cousin wasn't related by blood- that much was obvious. His pale curly locks were fine and long- most of Lucette's family had thick honey-blonde colored hair, straight and slightly dry looking. His eyes were the color of liquid mercury. The Beaumonts mostly had darker shades, nothing so pale. And speaking of pale- aside from his faint hair color and eyes, his skin was also incredibly pale. The Beaumonts had freckles usually dotting the bridge of their noses and they were slightly tan from outdoor activities. The Beaumonts were a bit stockier in frame, but he was thin- lean, but gangly almost. Really, the only thing they seemed to have in common was their astoundingly tall heights. He was the shortest boy there, and the youngest one was barely thirteen! Bullshit!

A hand pressing against his knee made him finally look at the other boy from the corner of his eye with a scowl hidden behind his glass. It would be rude otherwise.

"Malfois, would you mind terribly if you were to leave me alone?", he whispered through grit teeth. He was flashed a smug look and he wanted so badly to break the long fingers that began to knead up his thigh.

"Oh, I'm horribly afraid I would, petit chou.", he purred in a low voice. Screw the fingers, he wanted to break that man's face. A giggle distracted him and he glared weakly at his mother, who politely turned back to Lucette's mother and began a conversation. A deep chuckle next to him made him sneer at the older, taller man. "How cute. You are...What, fifteen? Surely old enough to have begun looking for contracts, hm?", he leered, leaning slightly closer. Prosper's scowl was beginning to get darker at the reminder that out of all of his siblings, he was the only one who was still fifteen. "Oho~! Such a black expression on such a cute face."

"I. Will. Destroy you, Malfois.", he growled, thoroughly embarrassed and affronted.

The man smiled charmingly as Prosper grabbed his hand in a punishing grip. Any tighter and he would break it.

"Oh, there there, pet. Call my by my given name, please.", he insisted coyly. "Julien."

"As if.", he snorted, turning away from him. Julien smiled, a triumphant gleam in his eyes- the boy was still holding his hand and the tips of his ears were adorably red. He was glad his father had brought them to this little town for his cousin's celebratory family meeting.

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Lily had known that the Beaumonts were related to the Malfois by marriage- just as she knew that the Malfois and Malfoys were cut off from eachother. Mostly because of an argument between the English and French branch some six or seven generations ago. And that was the only reason, she told herself, that she allowed the third youngest boy of the Malfois main branch to tease Prosper. Not at all because he looked so cute, all flustered like that, or because she knew Prosper was a bit confused about his own sexuality. Not at all, no. She glanced at her other children.

Peony and Lee were busy gushing about Cassie while some other girls went on about Lucette and Ariel was trying to flirt with some older girls of the family- who giggled and turned him down. Over the years, she'd seen Dean's son become just as much of a lady's man as his father. Peony was still too shy to accept any sort of amorous attraction and Lee was more of a rascal when it came to boys. And poor young Prosper- not very interested in dating or relationships and hesitant in his curiosity. Poor little thing. She giggled again and Lucette's mother Estelle looked over to join her.

"Julien seems to be quite taken with your youngest.", the other woman's dark blue eyes glittered like a schoolgirl's. "He seems to be having none of it."

"Oh, I think he's just a bit embarrassed is all.", she told the older woman. She hid her light laugh behind her hand as she nodded.

xXx

By the end of the dinner, Julien had decided he simply must stay in Pavot, if only to tease and woo the youngest Zephyrus child. Prosper had decided he didn't like tall handsome blond men who hid their perverted natures behind charming smiles. Ariel had decided after one of Lee's snide comments that he didn't want to have any amorous attractions whatsoever to the same family his sister would be marrying into. Lee decided that she would much rather become a spinster than get married after hearing too many tales from the married women at the table. Peony decided that maybe she would like a husband or wife of her own after so many romantic spiels from the grandmothers and great-grandmothers about how they were courteously wooed.

Cassie and her soon-to-be-wife Lucette decided to have their celebratory ceremony and bonding in autumn.

Their mother decided to visit her prisoners once the children were asleep when they went back home.

xXx

"Petals, you sweet thing.", Harry chuckled smoothly as she entered Malfoy's room.

The serpent was coiled tightly but not dangerously around the man and he had seemingly passed out some time ago.

"(Sachem. It is disgustingly cold here. Make it warm.)", came the demand and she hummed pleasantly.

"Well I do suppose you're right, darling. I'm terribly sorry for forgetting about your sensitivity.", and a flicker of magic made the temperature raise up. Harry breathed out quickly, feeling the sudden stark difference as she pulled off her heavy robe. Getting a positively devilish idea, she grinned before pulling off tight trousers and her snug turtleneck. She slipped off boots as she slid her pants away to banish to her rooms for the moment, along with her shirt and robe. Even in the muggle type unders it was still uncomfortably warm. She let out a snicker as she crept closer to the now uncomfortable Malfoy. He slept yet but she could tell the sudden heat bothered him and that he was close to waking. Not quite there yet. She leaned over his huddled form, getting so close their bodies touched as she held herself up with hands on the wall behind him. She blew gently on his ear and he shivered. "Oh ferret boy!", she cooed gently. She watched with malicious pleasure as exhausted confused silvery eyes fluttered open.

She supposed that Petals must have frightened him enough to leave him so fatigued, so utterly tired he must have momentarily forgotten where he was. In his disorientation, his body registered a female one pressing against his own and acted according, she was sure, to memory. "Why, Draco,", she purred in cruel glee, "I never knew you felt this way."

He quickly remembered exactly where he was and she watched, pleased as he began to make a face even as he struggled to get away from her. Behind her she heard Petals hiss loudly, rising up over her shoulder and Malfoy froze like a trapped animal. Again, his fear of the huge threatening snake outweighed his dislike of her body and he immediately curled under her. She laughed when he whimpered as Petals' head slid onto her shoulder. Her fangs were probably a horrifying sight to behold in her black mouth and against her blue tongue. She gently slid her knuckles between the snake's vivid violet eyes.

"Please, please,", he rasped hoarsely. "No more, send it away, send it away!", he begged, his head burying against her stomach as he tried to make himself as small as possible. Seeing a grown man, and such a pillock of one at that, reduced to this made her feel a thrill of power. Perhaps Snape was right, she mused.

Perhaps her father was a sadist and perhaps she was indeed like her father.

"Now why ever would I do that?"

"Please, I'll do anything but send it away!", he sobbed as his fingers, bony and painful, dug into her bare thighs. Her grin was vicious. Malfoy was ridiculously easy. He would be the first to break and she thought it was kind of pitiful. But that feeling was easily dwarfed by amusement and spiteful joy.

"How about a kiss then?", she taunted and her eyebrows rose when he shakily began pressing them to her abdomen. She tilted his head up and dove into his mind.

Might as well find out about his aversion to her and his even stronger fear of snakes. She giggled when she finally pulled from him and he fainted against her some time later, drool beginning to collect at the corner of his open mouth. She stroked his hair back with a cruel tint in her eyes that made her seem inhuman. His fear of snakes came from his fear of Nagini- simple enough. But...

"He's afraid I'll use a love potion on him.", she almost snorted in laughter. "He's terrified of love potions! Fuck, he's terrified of love!" and this time she cackled, very hard. So hard she was shaking and jostling the man who was afraid of falling in love, artificially or no. Seems his mother's tales instilled that fear into him, reinforced by his father's cold teachings about emotions and restraint. "Maybe I should.", she mused to Petals, who was content as her master stroked along her scales. Her free arm was wrapped around the cowardly man, fingers playing with long white-blond hair. "Can you imagine, sweetness? Constantly in terror of his own emotions that he would no doubt know were forced upon him?", she snickered, eyes glinting coldly. "It isn't so much love he fears. It's loving and being unloved in turn. Oh, how I could exploit that fear, make it real.", she snarled, eyes darkening in fury. A moment later she calmed down, smiling with a bit more strain. "But not yet. Not yet. Hell I could even make it part of his training. Pets need to be trained after all.", and she stood, easily shaking his arms and body off. He slumped to the ground pathetically. "Well you're free to go, sweetness. I'll make you even more treats.", she nuzzled heads with her familiar before dressing herself again in clothes she called back. She dressed quickly and as soon as she opened the door Petals was making her way up and out of her little prison and back into the warmth above ground. The coolness of the underground corridor soothed her damp hair as she wiped away a bit of sweat. She would leave it uncomfortably warm in his room. It wasn't so terrible, but when they were pressed together like they were it had made her sweat.

She turned to Zabini's cell and made her way in. He was asleep for the moment- aggravated as the spell wouldn't let him have his fantasies in the sleeping world either. She hummed to herself before gently calling for Dobby. The elf popped in quickly and with a bright smile.

"My old trunk, please?", she smiled down at him and he nodded vigorously, ears flopping about.

"Ohs yes, anything for Misses Harry Potters ma'am." and he was momentarily gone. She sighed happily- ah, Dobby. Helped her raise her children, helped her with her prison, helped her with everything really. Elf magic was especially helpful with mass mental blocks. The people of Pavot, if invaded, would not reveal the Zephyrus family.

And then the little elf was back with her beat up trunk. She grinned and popped it open. "Thank you Dobby, you adorable little thing you.", and he beamed at her, bowing deeply and disappearing with a resounding crack.

She dug around for a moment for her mokeskin bags. She had three of them and she pulled them out. They were different colors- brown, black and beige. Black held her...Prisoner toys. She tossed the other two back in carelessly, knowing they'd be fine. Next was the task of neatly pulling out the folding table and setting it up and then emptying the contents of the small palm-sized bag onto it.

How she loved mokeskin bags. Utterly amazing, they were.

She hummed a simple little tune as she picked though the things scattered before her. Heretics fork? No, not that one. Lead sprinkler? Thumb screw? Crocodile shears? What to use? Scold's bridle? No no, she was saving that for Rosier and she only had the one at current.

Maybe she should use something a little lighter. For now she might just put him through coffin torture. She pulled the small doll-sized frame close and took off the charm that kept it small.

"...!", a faint movement stole her attention and she looked to see Zabini awake and staring at her toys on the table.

"Well, look who decided to join us!", she smiled sweetly. "Do you recognize this? It was often used in the middle ages, you know. But apparently quite a few magical communities still use them.", she said thoughtfully. His mouth moved and no sound came out. She smiled again. "No complaints?", and he thrashed, features forming a dark scowl. "Well if you've no qualms with it, this will let me hurry over to my next victim.", she grinned and her wand flicked about this way and that. By the end, Zabini was forcibly trapped and hanging in the middle of the room. She sniggered as she poked at a hairy leg. "You know Zabini, I was thinking about ways to make things even worse for you. And I've been in your mind. If there's anything that disgusts you more than being unable to fornicate, it's the thought of being in a woman's place.", and she watched the angry red tint leave quickly as he stared down at her in growing horror. "Oh don't worry dear! I don't have the potion for that yet and I'll need another prisoner. One who either hates sex or isn't so straight. It could even take months to find one.", she grinned. "But I'll make sure it happens. Have no doubts. I might even douse you in a lust potion and force yourself on the poor sod.", she laughed and he struggled uselessly in the cage as she gathered up her toys and left.

Rosier watched her keenly, silently as she entered his room with her mokeskin bag. Blood was still crusted behind him on the wall but he himself was clean. Can't have dirty, disgusting prisoners stinking up her territory and all. Not unless she wanted them to rot in their own disgust.

"I've brought some nice little things, Rosier. I think you'll...Enjoy them.", she offered cheerfully enough. He growled and then startled. Having been unable to speak or make any noise really heretofore, his voice crackled and rasped before he cleared his throat. The elves kept them clean and kept them healthy enough, so his throat was fine.

"Potter, I'll-", he began in a hoarse low snarl.

"Hang on a moment please,", she stopped him, digging out the bridle. "Do you recognize this? Scold's bridle. Back in the day it was primarily used on women for their gossip and whatnot.", she twisted it to show him the inside. "These spikes here are charmed.", she pointed to the things that looked more like studs. "Right now, they look like this but if you go to talk,", she flicked a finger and suddenly they shot forward, hooking into her finger in a bloody mess. She didn't even flinch. "This is what they'll do to your mouth. You'll still be able to drink and eat though and while they're docile all they are is uncomfortable.", she smiled as the chains holding Rosier tightened mercilessly, pinning him safely to the wall.

"If you think you can-"

"I know I can. I told you Rosier- this is my domain.", her voice was slow and deep as she fastened the mask. He opened his mouth, his voice box beginning but let out instead a garbled scream noise. "Keep your voice down and it will let go in a few minutes.", she told the man who continued to make noise. "Make no noise aside from your breathing and you'll be fine.", she smiled. "Now be quiet a bit will you? We're not done yet today. You have a long way to go Rosier. A long...Long way."

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The Pear of Anguish- inserted into an orifice; then one would turn the ornate handle to unfurl it inside and stretch things out painfully. Tearing or ripping and cutting things. He ripped Ginny from the inside and caused her so much pain. The Spanish Tickler- the sharp hooks could tear through skin, easily cutting through muscle and bone. He ripped her body open to kill her. Thumb screws- finger placed inside and slowly crushed by the torturer with a twist of the handle. He broke her fingers trying to get her to talk. Crocodile shears- a tube with numerous spikes and crafted to look like the head of a crocodile. Place limbs inside and tear them off messily. He impregnated her- and that limb was the cause of her pain.

At the end of the session, she told him that the elves would make sure he was in tip top condition for their next tie together and that the vile thing between his legs would be painfully reattached. He was near catatonic when she left him. She breathed out smoothly as she got rid of her bloodied clothing. An elf brought her a light robe to shrug into for the time being as she apparated to her quarters. She would need a nice long bath.

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Ariel hummed as he trailed his lips along a young woman's throat sensually. His mother had been tense lately and would sometimes go off at odd hours. His lips almost pursed but he remembered where he was and instead got to making a mark on her skin as she gasped, writhing against him. With his hand in her unders like it was, it was certainly no surprise as she rode and ground down against his fingers. Lady Zephyrus was even more absentminded than usual, which was cause for concern but his brother and sisters wrote it off as a result of Cassie's oncoming bonding. She would be moving into the Beaumont Manor in town after all.

But Ariel didn't think that was quite it. When the girl he was with moaned and shuddered out her completion, he lazily licked his hand clean amidst her stutters and blushes as she watched him. He offered a grin, though his mind was elsewhere as he kissed her deeply.

"Until next time, Gigi.", he teased as he slipped from the small alley between two shops. He snapped his fingers and a Zephyrus elf cracked in beside him. "Is mother available for lunch?", he asked idly as he stepped through town.

"O-oh, yes, master Ariel! Should Didi be askings her for private lunch with master Ariel?"

"If you will, please.", he nodded as he patted the elf's head. It grinned up at him happily before it was off again. Not fifteen minutes later, she met him in all her glory. Soft, slightly dazed smile. Small, nimble body seemingly floating down the humble cobblestone street and airily responding to cheerful greetings. Another muggle type dress in a faded hue and her short inky locks under a wide brim hat with a silken ribbon. He smiled down at her fondly as he held his arms open. "Mother.", he smiled as her strong arms wound around him affectionately.

"Ariel. You haven't gotten into any trouble have you?", she teased, "You almost never invite me out to lunch when you're out and about."

"I'm wounded, mum.", he held his hand over his heart as he let go, his other hand lingering on her hip. "Can't I just want to enjoy a nice lunch with my mother?", and she laughed. It was like the song of wind chimes and bells, her laughter.

He adored his mother. As did his siblings of course, but his adoration was a bit deeper than theirs. Which is why he knew that their mother's recent behavior wasn't just from Cassie's upcoming nuptials and separation. There was something else about his mother. He led her into the small restaurant with a bit of flourish and they were greeted familiarly before being sat quickly. He set up a few privacy charms and his mother's brows raised.

"Is something wrong, Ariel?", she asked quietly, eyes suddenly much deeper and focused entirely on him. It almost made his breath hitch.

"I- no, no...But...", he paused as a waitress stopped by then, sending him a lascivious look and asking what drinks they wanted. His mother chose wine- he only water.

"Ariel?"

"Are you alright, mum? You've been going off at odd times and I-", his mother stopped him, surprised delight filling her features as she set one of her nimble little hands atop his. Her hands were rougher and more calloused than his; her gardening and flying saw to that.

"Ariel you observant boy, you. So sweet.", she chuckled as their drinks came. She twined her fingers with his larger ones. "I'm fine, Ariel, I promise. Just a bit of...Research, I assure you."

'Not feeling particularly assured,', he thought to himself dubiously. But his mother's obvious joy at having one of her children fuss over her kept that firmly from leaving his lips.

Their lunch together was pleasant and they talked about light things and what he wanted to focus on once his education was complete. And he was happy.

xXx

Lucette hummed happily, packing her things. She and her soon-to-be-wife Cassiopeia would be leaving after their contracts were properly signed. The official celebration was when they would be verified in the autumn in a few months. For now they would be going on their honeymoon so to speak. Her deep eyes sparkled at the thought of being alone with the girl two years her junior and she was glad the Zephyrus tutors had allowed her the break. And of course, proud of her darling's superior academics.

"Lucy.", and she looked over to the frame of her personal quarters.

"Julie!", she greeted happily. Back when they were children, she and Julien were quite close and they would often be mistaken for the opposite gender for their looks. Julien was smaller then, much smaller and softer looking with his long curly blond hair and his sweet smile, calm demeanor and polite attitude. She was tomboyish and rash and loud with her hair cut short and almost always wearing clothing a bit more meant for boys than girls. Alas as they grew up the Malfois would visit less and less- something to do with the war going on in Britain she believed.

"Congratulations on your wife, Lucy.", he grinned at her and she could tell by his leer that he was thinking of another Zephyrus.

"Why thank you, cousin. Y'know, I always knew you'd be gay.", she teased and he looked amused at that. "Of course I always thought you'd totally be the bottom, but.", she shrugged with a sharp grin.

"Well at least I always knew your role in your lesbian affairs.", he snorted before getting straight to business. "The freckled boy- what was his name? He refused to share it with me."

"Ah, that's Prosper. You didn't mention his height did you? It's a sore subject for him.", she crossed her arms amusedly. Julien took a mildly offended look.

"Of course not, I would never be so insensitive.", he smiled slyly. "Of course it doesn't mean I don't admire that he is at the perfect height for me curl around him. So cute.", his smile became a bit wider. "Prosper, you say? Prosper...That's an English word, isn't it?"

"It is. Lady Zephyrus,", she spoke her name and title with respect, Julien noticed. "Had been orphaned in Britain, her parents killed in a skirmish on a trip there."

"Oh? How terrible for her."

"Yeah. When she eventually found her way back, she had five babies with her.", Lucette shrugged but he could see the admiration in her eyes. "We're pretty sure they were all orphans she rescued.", she grinned ruefully. Julien nodded, head tilting to the side a bit. Orphans from Britain? Wasn't that curious? "But you just want to know how to get to Prosper, don't you?" and again that teasing air was back.

"You know me so well, cousin."

xXx

Prosper felt his eyebrow twitch. The man smiled at him sweetly, standing in the sun and practically glowing under the sunlight. It was a ridiculously beautiful scene, really. "Prosper,", he called and again he felt his eyebrow twitch, this time his fingers doing the same.

"Malfois, what exactly are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to go home after the dinner?", the dinner that was almost three days ago.

"I'm hurt, my dear.", he cooed as he stepped closer. Prosper took an automatic step back and it made the man quirk soft pink lips into a smirk. "What seems to be wrong, Prosper? Are you running from me?" and if that wasn't a trap, he didn't know what was.

"If it makes you leave me alone, yes.", he snapped, taking another step back. Before he could do much more though, the blond had him trapped against a convenient wall.

"Prosper, please. Won't you spend some time with me at least? I'll make it worth your while,", he purred sensually and Prosper shuddered in both disgust and surprise at the close contact and what that tone did to him. The blond practically towered over him and he shrunk back, only to squeak in surprise as the man's legs pushed gently at his own. He tightly clamped his thighs shut, feeling lightheaded and dizzy now. Was this actually happening right now?

"'Per! There you are.", came the call and the black haired boy was relieved to see one of his friends. The blond however, stared at the other boy coldly. It was answered with a positively venomous look from the boy.

"Marcel!", Prosper sighed in relief, trying to push the larger man off. Prosper had been friends with the auburn haired teen since they were both quite young and while Prosper certainly could fight his own battles, Marcel had always had his back and would fight for his sake as much as Prosper would fight for his own. Thick as thieves, the two of them were- he was Prosper's bestfriend outside of the family.

Julien stayed exactly where he was, pressing even closer as he felt the boy under him attempt to push him away. "Get off, Malfois!", he heard the hiss but he was still having a staring contest with the teenager who stood in an offensive stance. "I will break all of your perverted fucking fingers!", this threat caught his attention and he turned to the boy. His flushed face and misty eyes filled with fury and mortification immediately sparked some lust in the older man because there was still a bit of the boy's own lust lingering in his blue eyes.

"You haven't seen just how 'perverted' they are yet, my dear.", he whispered as he leaned closer to nibble slightly at his ear. A shaky gasp and then he was forcibly shoved with a surprising amount of strength away from the boy. Who stuttered and blushed before dashing away and throwing over his shoulder,

"Stay away from me Malfois!", as he grabbed Marcel's hand to run.

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...Not even gonna say anything but sorry.