Raha led her to an extravagant mansion at the hill in residential district of Old Sharlayan, but to her surprise, he excused himself quickly with a dark blush and left her near the doorstep with a quick, shy kiss.

She was quite stunned and shortly considered chasing after her… lover. That thought made her blush brightly. But she was already beyond late and instead she entered the mansion with a pout, deciding she'll hunt down her gorgeous student next day.

"Hey, miss Late," she heard an amused voice and she almost jumped, looking over at Thancred who just entered huge lobby. "By your state, I'm guessing you got lucky," he grinned toothily, wiggling his eyebrows.

She blushed furiously, looking over herself with a bit of panic. Then she frowned and and crossed her arms over her chest when he snorted a laugh, closing in on her and ruffling her hair.

"Very funny," she pouted, narrowing her eyes. Then she looked around curiously. "It's a big house," she whistled quietly, dropping her hands to rest on her hips. "Though seems pretty quiet."

"It seems since our arrival was quite unexpected, we found that Alphinaud's parents are away and there's barely few servants tending to the house," Thancred said easily, motioning for her to follow him. "I'll show you your room."

"And where's our… prince?" she huffed, brushing her hair back as she climbed the stairs behind him.

"In the library I think," he motioned toward big doors on a ground floor, then chuckled. "I've been trying to avoid him."

"I don't blame you," she giggled.

"Here," he opened the door for her, letting her inside a huge, luxury bedroom. She stopped at the door, staring numbly. Her friend laughed, pushing her inside and stepping in, closing door behind them. "Already put your backpack here," he pointed toward the huge bed and she spotted her bag on top of it. "Bathroom is there," he pointed door on the left, behind something that looked like a small living room, with low table, couch and two chairs.

She looked around, dazed. This was certainly not something she was used to. Her room in Waking Sands was tiny, with single bed, closet and chest for ger armor. Her room in her parents cottage wasn't much bigger. This place looked like a palace in comparison to both. It was intimidating.

"Are you sure it's my room?" she frowned, her tail flicking with uncertainty as she stepped from one foot to the other. "I seems… too big."

Thancred chuckled at her fluster and dropped on the couch, splaying on it comfortably.

"Come, tell me about your tour," he grinned.

"Certainly not," she huffed, blushing furiously, but she walked over, sitting timidly on the edge of one of the chairs. She felt like someone is going to walk in any time and chase them away. "It's… private."

"So you did get lucky," he laughed when she blushed even harder, picking at the edge of her skirt. "Then at least tell me about your boy. His name was G'raha, if I heard right?"

"Yeah," she sighed dreamily, looking at him with a smile. "He's perfect, Than. He's sweet and considerate, and charming, and funny, and…"

"Oh boy," her friend whistled, turning to rest on his side and braced his head on his palm. "Sounds like you got quite a crush, Surr," he teased good-naturely, though she frowned seeing his eyes narrow slightly.

"Is that bad?" she pouted, looking away. "I really like him."

"No, it's fine. Just remember we're leaving in a few days," he said easily. "And we're quite busy back at home."

"I know that," she huffed, though then she looked back with uncertainty, biting her lower lip. "You don't approve?"

"Not my call," he laughed. "If you like the guy, and you want to come over from time to time after we go back, that's entirely up to you. Does he know what you do?"

"That I'm in Scions?" she rolled her eyes slightly, but relaxed considerably with a chuckle. "Yea, I told him. He was pretty impressed," she grinned, winking. "As it happens, he admires our work."

"Thought so, seeing his tattoo," they shared a short laugh, then Thancred sat up and stretched. "Well, if you're fine, then I'm going to turn in for the night. Going to be a long day tomorrow."

"Oh," she gasped, jumping to her feet. "You want me to help out?"

"Nah," he yawned, soon heading toward the door. "I'll spare you a day with Alphinaud," he chuckled seeing her grimace. "Yeah, joy. Enjoy your short vacation. Pretty sure how you gonna spend it. Anyway, goodnight, Surr," he waved, leaving and closing the door behind him.

She squealed happily, twirling in place. Yesss, she was free tomorrow! She grinned, sitting down and taking off her boots. She left them by the chair, then walked over to the bed and pulled out her nightgown from her bag, heading toward the bathroom.

Surr whistled softly at the sight of a really big bathtub with a showerhead over it. She turned the water on and discarded her clothes quickly, soon stepping in under the spray. While she washed, she quickly noticed plenty of small, red marks spread over her body, especially around her breasts and thighs, each making her blush furiously and purr with pleasure, remembering how they got there. Pretty sure Raha has a lot of those too, she thought with amusement, turning water off, drying herself with a enormous towel and dressing her nightgown on.

She twirled in front of a mirror, wondering if he would like it. It was a short, pretty revealing thing, completely white. She always liked to dress completely in white, even if some (fellow Scions mostly) joked it made her look like a ghost with her waist-long pearly-white locks and pale carnation. She herself found it amusing.

She chuckled, braiding her hair for the night and soon settled in the enormous bed, laying down timidly on the edge of it. She hugged herself tightly, shyly thinking with longing how good Raha's arms felt around her and how much she would prefer to stay with him instead of this too big, too cold room.

Still, she drifted off before she knew it.


After quiet breakfast spend only with Thancred and Alphinaud, she was surprised when her friend followed her back to her room and tossed a bundle of papers in front of her as they sat around small table.

"What's this?" she asked with a frown, picking up first page. Then she gasped, looking up at Thancred with offense, spotting familiar name on the paper. "You didn't!"

"Of course I did," Older Scion smirked at her, dropping on the couch. "You're welcome."

"I'm not thanking you," she hissed, putting paper away and crossing her arms over her chest. "It's a complete breach of privacy, Than!"

He shrugged easily, then scratched his chin.

"Way I see it, I'm taking care about my young, inexperienced friend," he wiggled his eyebrows, then suddenly his expression sobered up, and he added in a quiet voice. "You really may want to look at this, Surr."

She was about deny outright, but then something in his expression stopped her and she bit her lip, looking at her friend again, more carefully.

"Just tell me what you find so concerning," she finally sighed, putting one leg on top of the other and looking at him expectantly. "If you went through all the trouble of researching… G'raha in the first place, it's least you can do."

That's what this bundle of papers seemed to be. A full, Scion-crafted report about her… lover's life. Really, knowing Thancred, it wasn't very surprising with how overprotective he could get, but she still was not happy about it.

Thancred sprawled on the couch, watching her carefully.

"By the looks of it, your boy is quite a pariah around here," he said slowly. "It mostly seem be caused by how unnerving people here find his red eye, but also out of jealousy I would say."

"Someone finds his eyes… unnerving?" she gaped, completely confused. "But… they're so beautiful. "

He shrugged helplessly, clearly sharing her bewilderment on the idea.

"And why jealously?" she tilted her head curiously.

"Well… Though he's since only recently officially a member of Students of Baldesion… an organization that carries quite a favor around here," he added at her bemused stare. "He lives here since quite early childhood, as protégé of Gulaf Baldesion. Because of that, he's seen as being unfairly… privileged, I guess? Since rules concerning other students doesn't really apply in his case."

Surr frowned, mulling it over, then she thought back, something catching her attention.

"Wait," she said slowly. "He's here since early childhood…? I thought it's a city for students. And does that mean his parents also live here?"

"So far I could find, no known family, at least around here."

"But…" her frown deepen and she bit her lip with worry. "But he's a Seeker… if he's here so long and with no parents, and people here are to him… like this…" she whimpered softly with distress, her ears dropping miserably against her head. "Twelve…"

"What's wrong?" her friend regarded her curiously. "What's that have to do with anything?"

"Nevermind," she huffed, looking away.

As much as she loved him, he just couldn't understand, she thought with a sigh. Probably Y'shtola would, as a fellow Seeker of the Sun, even though she mostly carried herself with cool aloofness. Seekers where affectionate by nature, and she couldn't even imagine a childhood spend like Raha's sounded. She clenched her jaw and her whipped furiously at the idea that someone would think it's a good idea to rip a child away from his… parents? tribe?... and put him here, where some obstinate people would think his beautiful eyes… strange?

"So, that's it?" she finally asked with raised eyebrows. "He's a pariah and socially ostracized for some absurd reasons? Are you happy now, then? Am I allowed to spend time with him?" she purposefully made her tone sharp, narrowing her purple eyes dangerously.

"Surr… don't be like that," Thancred sighed, rubbing his chin. "You know I only…"

"Do it out of concern, I know," she drawled through her teeth. "But, that doesn't answer my question. "

"He seems fine," he finally answered softly, getting to his feet. "If his… upbringing seems questionable, I don't see a reason to disapprove. I would just really consider it hard before you decide to bite him…"

She hissed furiously, jumping to her feet, her ears flat against her head, tail whipping with fury.

"Don't speak lightly about something you have no idea about, Than," she growled aggressively.

He jumped back in surprise, almost falling on a couch behind him.

"Surr…?" he gasped, staring at her with wide open eyes. "If I offended you… I'm sorry."

She huffed, brushing her hair back and trying to calm her breathing, her heart pounding furiously. What the…? She was stunned by her own reaction at his quite valid concern… Her life since joining Scions was extremely busy, this trip a closest thing she had to vacation for moons. It wouldn't be very… wise to… gods.. mate to someone she barely know… But yet at his words something absolutely primal and possessive rose in the back of her mind, like if…the idea that someone would forbid her biting Raha… taking him… infuriated her. Again, what the…?

"Sorry," she finally gasped, putting her hand against her pounding heart. "I have no idea what… came over me."

"It's fine," he waved his hand, though she noticed speculative look in his eyes. "Just… take care, Surr. Don't do anything I wouldn't," he smirked, winking and then left her alone, closing door behind him with a chuckle.

Surr dropped on the chair with a breathless whine, closing her eyes and covering her face with her hands. Her breath still sharp and quick, her heart beating unevenly, and something in the back of her mind hissing furiously: mine, mine, mine…

WHAT THE FUCK?!


G'raha closed his book with a frustrated growl and tilted his head back, banging it hard on the rough bark of the tree he was sitting against.

He couldn't focus. He barely slept last night, tossing from side to side; her smell on his sheets driving him absolutely mad with want. And every time he closed his eyes, he could see her, stretched under him… above him… Memory of her taste making his mouth water…

Thaliak… He was going insane…

And he cursed himself every time he remembered how he chickened out, leaving her on the doorstep of Leveilleur's mansion with barely a word and quick kiss.

But how could he explain any of it? En route to the mansion he could see students they passed staring at her with awe and some even with desire, and it was taking everything in him not to smash in their smug faces. For daring to look at his… her that way.

He would never consider himself an aggressive or violent person, far from it. He was used to being belittled and humiliated by students and professors both, and it didn't actually bother him much anymore… or so he told himself often. He strived to take the abuse with a smile; his focus ever on earning his Archon marks and leaving this infernal city behind.

Yet the level of aggression he felt previous evening scared him. Even more when he caught himself staring intently on her shoulder, his teeth itching and something absolutely wild growling 'MINE' over and over in his head.

So he bolted… without asking when he'll see her again. And now… He couldn't stop thinking about her.

After breakfast he settled in Tranquility with a book, intending to distract himself… trying to anyway… but it was failing miserably.

He missed Krile, his only real friend in Old Sharlayan, but as she was currently visiting her grandfather on island of Val, and wasn't supposed to come back for another moon, he didn't had anyone to talk with about this… new development.

His memories of a tribe were very foggy, young as he was when they shipped him off. What he knew about his own… physiology came mostly from books. Other Seekers in the city kept clear of him, disturbed by his eyes and reputation, so he couldn't ask any of them about… why he would suddenly yearn to… bite his lover. And not in any gentle way at that.

He run his tongue over his teeth, that infernal itching sensation back even at the thought of Surr and graceful slope of her shoulder.

Gods… He was really going mad…

He growled with frustration, banging his head against the tree again and trying to gather his scattered thoughts.

Suddenly smell of oranges invaded his sensitive nose and his mouth watered, making him swallow hard and open his eyes slowly, his gaze instantly focusing on a form of a tiny, white-haired Miqo'te walking toward him with slight uncertainty in her step and small, shy smile tilting her plush lips.

Twelve… so gorgeous…

"Hey, Raha," she said when she finally reached him, towering over him, her tail flicking nervously behind her and pretty, dark blush on her face. "I was…"

Before he could stop himself, he reached out, grabbing her wrist, and pulled her in his lap. She giggled softly before he sank his fingers in her hair, tilting her head and slanting his mouth over hers, swallowing her surprised gasp.

Gods… that taste…

Surr moaned softly in his mouth, putting his blood on fire, and coiled her arms around his neck tightly, returning the kiss as aggressive… as hungry. She squirmed in his lap, soon straddling his hips and rocking against him as she sank her fingers in his hair, pulling him against her harder.

Regretfully, eventually they run out of air and he was forced to break the kiss, tilting her head harder to the side, trailing bites down her throat, his mind completely clouded by lust.

"I see… you missed me," she chuckled breathlessly, smoothing her hands over his shoulders, then rocked in his lap slowly, moaning breathlessly. "Raha…"

"Gods…" he gasped, almost jumping out of his skin at the friction. "You have no… idea," he pulled at collar of her shirt, uncovering more of that glorious, pale skin, his teeth itching again as he panted harshly. His hands almost involuntary moving to close around her hips and pull her harder against his already throbbing flesh. "Surr… " he moaned, nipping hard at that somehow tempting spot on her shoulder, in his daze missing how she stilled suddenly, her nails digging in his shoulders.

"Raha?" she leaned in, nuzzling against his ear affectionately, then nipping gently on sensitive shell, making him almost combust from lust, his fingers clenching painfully on her hips.

Twelve… it was so hard to breath…

"Mmm?" he hummed with distraction, dragging his teeth over her skin gently… Would she mind it terrible if he bit her? Just a bit… Just a little…

"Do you want to… bite me?" she asked softly against his ear as if reading his mind.

"Gods… yes," he growled softly, swallowing hard and nuzzling against her throat. "So bad… I'm so sorry, probably it's… weird."

She stayed silent for a long moment, nuzzling gently against his ear; her intense, loud purr sending shudders down his spine.

"You can," she finally whispered softly and he stilled, his heart pounding furiously and some kind of almost hazy fog swamping his senses. "You can bite me if you want to, Raha," she purred, nibbling at his ear again, her tail whipping against his thigh.

He didn't had to be told twice, mindlessly pulling her shirt off her shoulder completely and sinking his teeth in hard, groaning when her blood filled his mouth. Through the fog he heard her moan, felt her fingers fist in his hair and pull his head against her harder; her loud hiss against his ear.

Mine… mine… mine…

After a long moment he lifted his head, his mind an utter mess as he licked the wound gently, apologetically; then nuzzled against her skin, loud purr rumbling in his throat. G'raha tried to collect his thoughts, but her smell filled his head, copper taste of her blood on his tongue making his cock throb painfully.

Surr leaned away, framing his face with her palms and smoothing her thumbs over his cheeks as she cooed at him soothingly.

"My beautiful Raha," she purred, brushing her lips over his, then biting delicately on his lower lip. "You have no idea, my precious?"

"Huh?" he hummed with uncertainty, drowning in her purple stare. Twelve… how her soft voice verged on an edge between purr and a growl was doing funny things to his insides; his mind swimming in the haze that made him feel as if he drunk too much.

She chuckled softly, then bit harder on his lower lip, her voice definitely a growl when she spoke next.

"If I would bit you now… you would mine."

G'raha swallowed hard seeing her sharp, predatory stare when she licked her lips slowly.

"Do you want to be mine, Raha?" she growled softly, drawing slow circles on his cheeks. "Do you want to belong to me? Be only mine?"

Twelve… He never heard something as seductive in his life…

"Yes, please…" he almost choked on his own, loud purr; his breath leaving him in short, sharp bursts; his tail positively trashing next to him. "Yes, Surr… I want to be yours. Please…"

She purred with pleasure, leaning in and catching his mouth in a rough, devouring kiss. Her fingers sank in his hair, massaging gently on the back of his ears, pushing his mind to spin even harder as his cock wept in constraints of his pants to be inside her.

Mine… mine… mine…

His hands mindlessly moved across her bare thighs, fingers slipped under hem of her shorts, digging in her skin and pulling her against him harder.

She straightened, pulling away and chuckling when he tried to follow her mouth with his, pressing her finger gently against his lips. Her gaze dark, and full of lust as she rocked against him slowly, tearing a loud moan from his throat.

"Not here," she purred, dragging her finger across his lower lip, sending a shudder down his spine. She leaned in, brushing her lips against his gently. "I want your cock inside me when I take you, Raha," she sing-a-songed with a mischievous smirk and half-lidden, intense purple gaze.

He stared at her, dumbfounded, his heart ready to burst out of his chest.

Was she really a virgin just yesterday?

Surr rose from his lap with a playful giggle, then stretched her hand toward him in invitation. G'raha swallowed hard, then grabbed her hand, using his other to push himself up. As he stood up, she lifted on her toes, wounding her arms around his neck and pulling him in a soft kiss.

"I'll take care of you, my Raha," she bit on his lip gently. Her gaze suddenly so tender it made him want to weep. "If you're mine, you'll never feel alone again, I promise," she purred, nuzzling her cheek against his.

He wrapped his arms around her, burying his face by her shoulder and instinctively nuzzling against her shirt where it now covered his bite.

Mine… mine… mine…

"I'm yours," he whispered softly.

"Not yet," she purred, smoothing her hands possessively over his shoulders. "But soon."