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Slowly and cautiously your hand's slipped deeper into the water, gently touching at the skin of her upper-chest (Now free of wounds) feeling the soft skin rise up further and further, climbing up her breasts until You touched carefully at her nipples, hard and smooth against Your fingertips.

Rose's eyes were still closed and in Your aroused state, You could barely contain Yourself, your urge to further explore Her body.

"Does He think that I don't feel that... Or does He simply not care, fondling me like a child would a doll, I'd take those hands of his if I had the strength..."

Gritting Your teeth, Your hands began to close around her tits, massaging at Her flesh balloons, arousal growing more and more as You continue.

"... How bold, no one has touched me like this, anyone whose tried has died by my very own hands. He has been... useful, He shared his blood, and this does feel... quite good, his hands are... relaxing."

After kneading at her breasts, You found Your left hand becoming even more ambitious than the right, it slithered downward, god You loved how the smooth of her abdomen felt, even more so, the lower part of her stomach, She felt so strong, the power in the very fibers of her muscle could be felt, still and patient, it all made You so curious, curious as to how the softness of her mound would feel, would it be shag with red hair, a neatly trimmed strip or perhaps bald and smooth like the rest of her Beautiful body.

"We should go soon." Her voice almost made You jump, but You knew better, simply freezing in place as You felt Her eyes looking you. Instead of panicking You simply pulled Your hand away from her, simply hoping that She wouldn't get mad about it "You've healed already?"

Rose's eyes pressed together as she grunted in pain "Internal: no, External: Yes... as I'm sure You noticed." You might have blushed if You were alive "Will You be strong enough to get to the Hotel?" Rose nodded "With a little more blood, yes, If you have the strength to give anymore?"

(Meanwhile at the Hotel)

"I said No." Corvus said intensely, Muninn frowned angrily "He's been gone for too long, what if The Butcher has gotten to him, or worse, that cocky Inquisitor dragged him away somewhere?"

"He is Nosferat, He can take care of himself, Little Crow." Hawkins reassured the Girl, though Corvus fixed Her with a suspicious eye "If I didn't know any better then I might think that You care for him?" The Other delegates shared Her master's suspicions "He is a danger Muninn, we must gamble with a being as powerful as he is, the fact that the Inquisitor is here is bad enough." Corvus said with a frown that the room shared, save for Huginn who smiled nervously "Come on now, Master..." He reached into his pocket and produced his pocket-watch, "The Hands of time do not tell a favorable tale, My sister's concerns may be soon realised, how then perhaps will Your plans for him come to fruition?" Corvus pondered Huginn's words "Hmm, very well, but She will remain here, another will fetch them when The Sun fully sets."

"My Love owes him a debt, Lord Corvus." Cleo said rather casually "I'll go and get him if that is your wish?" Muninn seemed happy for a moment, though she hid any trace of joy the moment she felt it, "Fine, You are too tell him nothing, am I understood?" Cleo bowed, "I will leave as soon as the Sun does."

After taking considerably stronger mouthfuls of Your Undead Blood, the feeling almost reviving Your erections had You not had Rose stop. She was much stronger than when You had entered the apartment, though nowhere near enough to fully support herself, She managed to pull the plug on the bath "Turn around." She quietly commanded You did as she said turning as You heard her grunt as She pulled her body out of the tub "I can help you get out-"

"I-I'm fine, pass me that towel." She asked pointing at the Large white towel hung up in front of You. She took a little while to dry off managing to apparently get her underwear on before allowing You to turn around to assist further.

There She lay, shaking and pale... and yet, naked spare for her underwear, the natural curves of her Ivory figure forcing You to stare for just a moment, Rose huffed "Stop Staring."

Rose managed to get the Baby blue jeans, shoes and socks with only a little help, Your You had to guide her arms fully into the fluffy beige fleece, touching her smooth form once more, Rose has a strange huff as Your hands brushed against her chest, quickly hiding her sleek form in the fleece as You zipped it up "That doesn't look so bad." You said with a smile, Rose frowned "I hate Beige."

For a few moments, You and Rose attempted to help her walk though they only cracked, renewing Her pain "Your legs must still be broken." Rose took sharp breaths as she tried to soothe the Agony "Ah..."

"It's alright, I'll carry You." Carefully, You lent down and carefully picked her up, allowing Her to lean against Your body for support "Is... is the s-sundown, yet?" It wouldn't be long before She passed out again "Almost, I'll get You some proper help, I promise." She managed a Nod just before her eyes clamped shut in pain.

Setting Rose down on the couch for a moment, You found Your eyes wandering over to the counter, where the small box of Val's blood still sat, something about it at that moment... called to You, a gift, that's what she called it, tut... like You'd want anything from that Witch. After slipping the Small box into Your pocket, You peeked outside "It's not nighttime, but the Sun's gone at least." The early evening was cloudy and even then darkness would come in the next ten or twenty minutes.

Holding the **** Rose in Your arms, You had managed to get the two of You out and up on the roof, the evening light slowly fading as You traversed the City rooftops, The resting rose's gentle breaths filling Your ears.