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As the fauns were clearing up, Mira was still watching as Caleb rocked back and forth and found herself unsure of how to proceed. What had brought on this change of demeanor? He had been fine not ten minutes ago, and she didn’t know what could have now had him looking like he was on the brink of a meltdown. She started to reach out towards him, but then withdrew her hand. She didn’t know what she might even say.

The agent looked around to see if anyone might be able to assist, but the fauns in the area seemed determined to close things up and were not paying either guest any mind. Raising a hand up, Mira massaged her temple and thought, “It had to be the play, something he saw that wouldn’t register for me? That disclaimer at the start was odd, too.” She tried to pick apart what she saw but kept being distracted by intermittent pangs from her lower abdomen. She shifted her legs and gritted her teeth.

She was in no position to solve this right at this moment, but it was late and curfew was approaching. Resolving to deal with this properly later, Mira reached out and grabbed Caleb’s shoulder lightly, “Caleb, the play is over. We should head back.”

The touch seemed to break the master out of whatever state he had been trapped in. As he lowered his hands and turned to face Mira, his eyes were glassy and unfocused as if he was looking at something much farther away. They then focused, and he seemed to grow more aware of where they were as he swallowed and nodded, rising from his seat and grabbing the closed umbrella by his feet. “Yeah, alright, let’s go.”

Mira found herself continually glancing at Caleb as they made their way to the dock. His movements were fluid but measured; he gave the impression of a glass figure, creating the illusion of solidity that would fracture with any pressure. She also found herself gazing at the muscles in his arms and legs as he climbed into the boat, the small peek of pec that broke through his button-up, and clenched her legs.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had been wound up so tight. Mira was a grown woman; she had had partners, and back home, a dedicated plastic companion for handling any needs as they arose. But the heat that was currently settled in her, combined with the way her outfit constantly made her aware of her own body, like a coiled spring, she felt herself ready to fly off. She couldn’t recall feeling like this even in her hormonal youth.

Caleb was in no mindset to notice, though, as his eyes looked vaguely off towards the water as the purple gondola carved through the dark liquid, as it reflected the night sky above. It vaguely dawned on him that this was the first time since arriving here at the hotel that he had a clear view of the night sky. Until now, by nightfall, he was always in his room pretty much without fail. He looked around the sky, searching for Polaris, as he had been taught to do in his youth. A cursory scan showed that there was no guiding star in this unfamiliar sky.

They made no conversation as the boat drifted through the inky black water, the Faundolier’s paddle the only sound. With a sharp rocking of the boat, they docked back at the front of the hotel. Against the night sky, the moon and starlight illuminated the building’s gilded exterior. It occurred to Caleb with a slight turning of his stomach that the sight of the hotel brought relief to him, an unwelcome sentiment of home amongst the confinement.

As he and Mira walked into the lobby, it occurred to them how eerie the place was at night. With the lamps out, the only illumination came from the moon peeking through the skylight above, casting eerie shadows over the place. Not only that, but with curfew so close, everyone was already confined to their rooms, giving the impression of a hollow shell. The only sound was the clip of Mira’s heels against the hard floor as they made their way across. Now, in this enclosed space, the silence between the two since leaving the circus was deafening.

As the pair climbed into the elevator, Mira found herself incapable of ignoring the slight hint of his smell in the small space. She cleared her throat and closed her eyes. “So, are we going to just act like nothing happened back there?”

Caleb determinedly looked away and clenched his fists at his side, “Sorry, I really would rather not talk about it.”

“I actually don’t know if that matters at this point,” Mira said matter-of-factly, even as her eyes were drawn to the outline of his jaw, “Obviously, Lucian made some attack on you. That is not unexpected, but I didn’t know what could cause you to collapse like that short of going outside.” Caleb winced, but didn’t refute her as the agent pressed on, “Anything with that much stopping **** puts you and the rest of the harem in a precarious position, so I don’t think we can afford it to remain an unknown.”

Still pointedly not looking over Caleb, ran his hands over his pants like he was trying to get something off his palms, “It has nothing to do with anything, though, least of all any of you.”

Mira looked at the master sharply, “Anything having to do with you, that affects you like that has to do with us. What have I been telling you, Caleb? You’re the center of all this. If you crumble, we’re all in danger.”

Caleb rounded on the Bengali woman, eyes wide as he reeled into her, “What? So you have nothing you’d rather keep hidden from me? You’ve told me everything?!”

As Mira turned and found her back against the side of the elevator, she scoffed, “Of course I-” She audibly gasped as she winced and clutched at the wall behind her, desperately trying to keep herself upright as the poker stabbed in. It was like her nether regions were dominating her lower half at this point; throbbing need coursed through her as Caleb didn’t let up, looking down on her.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. I don’t think you have any room to be lecturing me on being upfront. I don’t care for the record. Do whatever you want, Mira, I don’t care. I’ll make sure you get out of here, but don’t tell me how to handle my own private business.”

Hunched over and looking up at him, Mira grit her teeth and narrowed her eyes, “Fuck you, Caleb. When your well-being affects all of us, you don’t get the luxury of private business.” Her breathing was coming hard, her chest heaving. A screaming part of her wanted him to lash out at her, get mad, take it out on her. She clung to the remaining dangling thread in her mind that knew this was important.

Caleb bit his lip and cursed before turning and slamming his fist into the elevator and making it shake. They both stood silent for a moment, the only sound being the echo of their heavy breaths bouncing off each other.

Turning abruptly and facing Mira down, the Agent unconsciously backed against the wall, and Caleb said simply, “Let’s get to the room…then fine.”

Mira had braced herself for his hands to reach out and grab her, and couldn’t deny the feeling of disappointment that filled her as he exited the elevator. She cleared her throat and followed after, “Fine then.”

As they entered the bedroom, Caleb didn’t bother to turn on the light; instead just walked forward. The newly expanded space of the bedroom felt like it was closing in on him as Mira closed the door behind her. He searched for the words, something that would make it sound better. Ultimately, he put his hand on the wall and, without looking at her, said, “In the play at the end…that happened. I-” He felt the lump form in his throat as he tried to get the words out and swallowed, “A few years after mom left, she called asking for dad. Said she wanted to make things right and…”

His mind drifted back. He had been only eight, but he remembered the years that followed like it had been seared into his mind. His dad’s crying fits, the days when the only thing he ate was beans from a can because his dad didn’t get out of bed. Dad then finally got it together enough to return to work, but forgot to hire a sitter. The number of days he had spent alone. Eventually, enough peace returned. He was going to school and Dad had at least become capable of smiling again. Then the call came, and the conversation was burned into his memory.

“Hello, Ward Residence.” He had answered just like his dad had taught him to, and grabbed the notepad by the phone, ready to take a message.

“Caleb? Sweetie? Oh gosh, I missed your voice,” The woman’s voice rang from the receiver, and the young Caleb felt his blood run cold, “Caleb? Are you still there? This is Mommy. I need to talk to your father, it’s important.” Her words were hurried; she sounded tired, stressed? Cognition that would only follow replaying the conversation in his mind later, young Caleb’s mind was too filled with anger to recognize it.

“Why are you calling? You said you regretted staying with us.” It was the first time and maybe the last that Caleb could remember being filled to the brim with rage, like it was his entire body. He had been shaking.

“Sweetie, I know Mommy said some things, but I really need to speak with your father, it’s important I-” There was a crack in her voice, “-I want us to be a family again. Just, get your father, please.” There was a sound in the background that Caleb could never identify, high-pitched, and then she reiterated, voice filled with desperation, “Caleb, sweetie, please…”

The rage that had filled his tiny body surged, running through his brain and then out through his mouth, “No! You don’t get to talk to Dad! You’re happier without us, so go ahead and stay that way! Don’t you ever call back here! I never want to hear your voice again! I hate you!” He slammed the receiver down.

Finishing recounting the events to Mira, the agent glanced at him, “So you’re afraid that…you what? Killed her like in the play? Ruined your father’s chance at happiness?” Her voice was flat.

“Yeah! I know it sounds crazy, but I never heard from her again!” Caleb turned, gesturing wildly with his hands, “She probably wouldn’t have called unless it was important, but I-I-”

Mira removed the vest that hung over her shoulders and threw it to the side. “You were an angry child, with every right to be angry.” She unzipped her pants. “Caleb, do you regret what you did?”

Caleb found himself growing distracted as Mira peeled off her pant legs like a second skin, revealing the shimmering, smooth skin, damp with sweat underneath, “I-wish I had handled it better.”

Walking towards him, the Agent looked at him, “Caleb, you were a child.” She put her hand on his cheek and made him look at her directly, “Regardless of whether it was wrong it right, it was wrong for you to be in that position. And before you doubt the sincerity of what I’m saying, I think you know by now that’s not possible tonight.”

Feeling a new lump forming in his throat, Caleb watched as Mira pulled out the binding on her hair, letting it flow down. He tried to keep composed, “I can’t just…act like it didn’t matter.”

Mira nodded solemnly, “No…I imagine you can’t, but I can think of a better thing to do with all that frustration.” She leaned in, chin against his shoulder, and whispered, “Ask me what to do next.”

Caleb stared down at Mira; her face was flushed, and her eyes were half closed as she stared up at him. He felt his body rapidly responding even as his voice struggled to ask, “What do we do next?”

Smiling coyly, Mira said, “Go to bed.” The response was immediate and up close. Caleb could feel her fingers digging into his shoulders for support as her eyelids fluttered and she stared at him with renewed fire, dropping all pretense, “Fuck me with all that frustration you’ve built up. And don’t stop until it’s all gone.” She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him like she required it more than oxygen.

Caleb found himself falling into her pace and gripped Mira’s hips, pulling her body flush with his as their mouths explored each other.

Mira- Hugged the Master! +1 VP

Mira- Kissed the Master! +1 VP

Her hands were not content merely holding him, and Mira began to comb her long digits over Caleb’s arms up to his chest, even as she pulled out of the kiss as her teeth gently tugged at his bottom lip. It wasn’t enough, only keeping the fire that had been burning in her roiling hot as she reached up and, with a snap, unbuttoned the chest piece from her top, letting her breasts spill free. She drank in his eyes, gazing at her before he grabbed her and roughly began to paw at her chest.

Mira- Master Touched Her Boobs! +2 VP

Her head rolled back as she gave a sharp gasp of pleasure as the rough texture of his hands began to mold and tug at her ample titflesh. His fingers moved in to touch and tease at her nipples. It was rough and ****, both of them seeking more contact as she arched her back into his touch and his mouth kissed down her neck before latching onto her clavicle with his teeth. She let out a sharp moan as he tugged into her skin, the pain mixing with the pleasure as her toyed with her chest.

Mira- Marked by the Master! +2 VP FIRST x2 BONUS

As he pulled back, the bite marks were red on Mira’s skin as they gazed at each other momentarily, an intense heat in both their eyes, before Caleb’s grip on her hips tightened as he picked Mira up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him as he carried her over to the bed and then roughly tossed her on the blankets. Mira gave a small yelp despite herself as she threw her arms back and looked up at Caleb, before darting her eyes away. Even now, a cynical smile crossed her lips, not believing what she was doing.

Caleb stared down at her hungrily as he quickly undid the buttons on his shirt and tossed it off behind him haphazardly. Mira looked over, not hiding her obvious lust at his bare chest as he crawled onto the bed on top of her, her hands sliding across his bare chest, running through the small patch of hair, running over his abs before sliding down and gripping his crotch. Realistically, she knew, in the back of her mind, this was her chance to rack up points, but the heat inside her made it a distant thought. She slid into his pants and shivered as her hand came in contact with the hard length of his cock.

Mira- Touched Master’s Penis! +2 VP

With a shuddering breath that almost sounded like the rattling of a snake tail, she locked eyes with him, “Get this inside me, I can’t wait any longer.” The tone was commanding but with a slight whine hinting at her desperation. She undid his pants, and with his assistance, they were kicked to the wayside. Her hands leaving his member only to reach down and grab the long-soaked remnants of her underwear and peel them off.

Lining himself up with her moist sex, her thighs already tinged with her fluids, Caleb locked eyes with Mira one last time before thrusting into her. Caleb gave a heaving grunt as he felt the heat around his shaft. It was as if he was melting inside Mira as she gripped him with everything she had. With a long moan, Mira felt like the aching emptiness inside her was finally filled, and she reached up with her hands and clutched onto Caleb, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he began to rut into her.

Mira- Had Sex With the Master! +10 VP

The sounds of their intermingled moans mixed with the slapping of flesh as they joined primally. While not lovers, the intensity of their bonding was fueled by strong desire and desperation. Mira’s desire for contact had been driving her slowly mad throughout the day, while Caleb let out every ounce of emotion stored in him onto Mira’s soft form. Even wrapped around him, as his pelvis thrust into her quivering sex, it wasn’t enough, and Mira bit into Caleb's shoulder as her nails raked across his back.

Mira- Marked the Master! +2 VP FIRST x2 BONUS

The master only gave a guttural growl in response, redoubling his efforts and feeling himself throb inside her. He managed to get out, “Mira…I’m close, I’m-”

He was cut off by Mira in his ear, voice filled with desperation, “Don’t you dare pull out, fuck!” She gasped, as if spurred on by her own words, she felt herself clench around him, as with a roar from deep inside his chest, Caleb pushed through deep as he could reach and began to unload himself inside her. The heat of his release inside her was all it took to send Mira over the edge, her nails digging into Caleb's back as her eyes rolled back.

As Caleb fell onto his back and slid out of her, both lay side by side, breathing heavily. Caleb thought that might be the end of it when Mira scrambled up and crawled down to his crotch, taking his cock covered in both their fluids into her mouth and sucking on it until he was hard again

Mira- Blowjob! +3 VP

The agent threw her hair back as she turned and gave him a look of fiery determination, “We are not done.” Caleb could not find it in him to argue as quickly the he found the weight of the day pressing on him again. They would continue until both were too tired to feel the cravings within them any longer

SABOTAGE! Reward- Madeline Purcell- +13 VP