Ion blushed darkly, unsure he was comfortable with this. Bound to the bed on his stomach with red ribbon that wound around his body, though only tight enough that he couldn't free himself, he was forced to wait. The ribbon was even wound around his fully hard length, which was pressing into the covers and making him squirm. The small vibrator ( Read more... )

( Here )

Ion was in the kitchen, which smelled of freshly baked goods even though it was still fairly early in the morning. The replica had been working on something special for the few people precious to him that he knew were still in the hotel. Among those was a gingerbread house, which was what he was currently working on ( Read more... )

Regardless of where you were going and why, you stumble upon Ion. The little replica is standing motionless over a body that's slumped against the wall. His shirt is bloody and torn but he seems unhurt, though he's shaking his bangs are covering his eyes and making his expression hard to read. One and and part of his face are also a little bloody ( Read more... )

If anyone were to pass the partially open door, they would likely hear the occasional coughing or sniffles from the lump under the disheveled bedding. Ion had gotten sick in keeping a sick friend company. He'd do it again too, because being alone when you were sick was a miserable experience and he had no idea what to do aside from curl up in bed ( Read more... )

Pushing her way through the crowd that had gathered, Noelle wasn't surprised to see a row of news reporters and cameramen already lined up at the front and asking questions. Word traveled fast in this town and it seemed that today was no different ( Read more... )

( It was bad luck that her short vacation on the island resort turned for the worst )

The full moon's glow illuminated the town in a soft, silver blue light. The streets seemed to be quiet, the air crisp with the new season. The town itself seemed to be readying for All Hallows Eve, the night when the Spirits and Ghouls come out to play and cause mischief among the living. Even though that night has yet to come, a demon lingers in ( Read more... )

The past few days had been a bit stressful, a lot happening to him and then him having a lot to think about because of some of it, and now Ion only really wanted to relax for a little while. As such, he had returned to his room a bit earlier than he usually would and had opted for a long, hot shower ( Read more... )

Upon first arriving at the hotel, Dist had to hand it to management: they managed a splendid job with the decor. He awoke to a room awash with deep reds and enticing purples, with lavish curtains and silken sheets. After spending some time merely taking in his surroundings, he decided to venture outside, exploring the various rooms and growing ( Read more... )