<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/Edits/9caf6e05-0c70-4bf9-b721-e5fa7ffc2c20_zps5ec09f50.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Izu</span></span></div><br/><br/><br/>Izu was tired and not tired all at the same time. The days events racked his body with exhaustion, but his curiosity for the girl and what destruction she may cause in the middle of the night wouldn't let him doze off. The sounds of her stumbling around only served to cement his feelings, bottles being kicked around all over the room. He was about to ask what the hell she was doing, but her body fell to the bed before he could get the words out. He felt her hand searching frantically for him, small whimpers coming from her mouth as her hand finally made contact with his side. Within seconds, the girl was plastered to him. She had an arm over him, a leg curled around him and then her head on his shoulder. This position left little to nothing to the imagination. The girl wasn't exactly very tall when compared to Izu and his staggering six foot, four inches of height. This presented an issue because the girl gave him no time to prepare, trapping his hand between her body and his own. His fingers fidgeting in an unknown area with soft skin.<br/><br/>It was her words that caused his mind to clear a little. While he didn't fully understand the words, the meaning was fairly clear. The girl was scared.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF0000">Well shit</span></span>, he though as the girl shivered some. More strange words came from her lips. They were strangely mesmerizing in a way. Provided he was in the right mood, he could probably listen to her talk for hours at a time, though now wasn't the time. As her breathing became less frantic, her body shivered less and less as her naked, but bandaged, body pressed against his own naked body. With every nuzzle, nudge and cuddle she gave, his hand brushed up against some unknown part of her body. He had to clear his mind quickly, so he reached for the only thing he could, a bottle of jack.<br/><br/>Izu took two large gulps and set the bottle back down, sliding it away so he wouldn't trip over it later. The liqueur wasn't an instant fix though. There was at least a good solid hour of rustling before the whiskey kicked in. The last sensation he could remember was a semi wet feeling on his hand, but to be honest, that could have been anything.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">~Time Skip~</span></span></div><br/><br/>The next morning came with the buzzing of yet another clock, this one was silence by Izu though instead of Alida. "What a strange dre-" Izu stopped mid sentence as he ripped the blankets off, revealing his naked body and that of Alida intertwined in a fairly intimate way. Somehow, she had ended up on top of him with his knee up in her crotch, a hand firmly grabbing her ass. Once again, he had an over-zealous girthy member going at full salute right into the poor girls stomach.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Son of a!"</span></span>he didn't finish the sentence, but began to panic a bit from under the girl, rolling her off of him.<br/><br/>Clothes, Izu needed some sort of cloth to cover himself up.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF0000">Boxers!</span></span>He saw what he thought was the fresh pair from last night laying close to the bed. The young man scrambled over to them and slipped them on. Izu took a few moments to collect himself, sitting against a wall in his room. His hair was a mess and he had a raging hard on, but the real problem was that the day before wasn't a dream. Everything had actually happened and now there was some strange winged girl in his house.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Fucking ball sack. Shit. Balls. Cock. Dick. Bitch. Fuck. Asshole."</span></span>he said, stating every foul word that came to mind as he looked over the girl. Izu wasn't really calling her any of those names, this was just how he decided to cope with the situation. It was either this or indulge himself in the girl, which probably wasn't the best idea.