"<span style="color: RoyalBlue">So I kept most of mind from Dusk. Is good... Is good.</span>" Hákon sighed with relief as the young blood in his arms began to stir once more. She managed to escape but Hákon didn't mind, he assumed it was because she wished to move again on solid ground, he himself would've certainly done so. The pain from his broken pinkie flared once more, dimly he could still feel the soothing want caused by the Dusk but the pain ensured that his mind could resist, that it remained sharp and-<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>Hello...</i></span><br/><br/>Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and turned, to his surprise he saw Hack engulf Cyro in her arms for a time before their lips were join in union. To his own amusement he watched, even as his face gained a reddish complexion from the passionate kiss he witnessed or perhaps it was from arousal.<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>Keep mind sharp!</i></span>Hákon tried to force his little finger to move, to force the pain to refocus his mind yet it never came. The hunter looked away from the two women, in morbid fascination he watched as his finger reset itself. The pain ebbed away, like a mundane memory fading away in place of something extraordinary.<br/><br/>Something extraordinarily arousing as he heard Cyro moan. Once more the scent of the Dusk flooded his mind and without the pain to deter the needs it brought, he felt himself increasingly uncomfortable. No. More like a compulsion that had to be fulfilled.<br/>Hack's choice of undergarments only added to that emotion, when she turned to him, her eyes portrayed a need, a want that had to be accomplished but also something else, not desperation nor lust. Something she simply wished for, something her tone of voice... or was it her eyes?<br/><br/>"H-Hákon, please... help."<br/><br/>How could he deny the young blood? Hákon let fall his bow, letting it rest near to him, his quivers soon rested within arms reach. He might be preoccupied but he wasn't going to be caught without his weapons close by. Unbuckling his belt, Hákon let his pants sag downwards towards the grit and goo covered ground, revealing that while the length of his shaft was moderate, it was thicker than most or at least he had been told.<br/>He sank to his knees, even then his frame still towered over the little figure before him, Hákon's hands reach under the sweater and explored what it hid.<br/><br/>His fingers traced Hack's stomach, she could feel that the skin on his hands felt rough yet he tried his best to remain as gentle as possible, the digits ran slowly towards her chest, Hákon cupped them in his hands for a moment weighing them almost, he marveled at how soft they felt and yet there was a weight to them. Hákon leaned in further until he was within earshot of Hack, "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">Let us take it slowly.</span>"   He whispered as his hands began to massage the two mountains Hack had hidden under her clothing. His bow hand kneaded her left breast while his drawing hand had a slight variation, in between the tightening of his hands, Hákon's index finger and thumb gentle rubbed against her right nipple.<br/><br/>The hunter watched mesmerized as Cyro began to explore the taste of the woman between them, Hákon's own body felt somewhat envious though of what he wasn't sure. Perhaps it was the longing of the cold touch Cryo could give him. A touch of frost and comfort.<br/>His breathing became heavier as Hákon once more let his fingers trace downwards, reaching towards Hack's damp underwear,<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>Such strange choice, such strange cloth.</i></span>Came his first thought as he pulled them away,<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>Such a beautiful color.</i></span><br/><br/>Somewhere in his mind something pulled at him, something important, something that had to be said... But what? His drawing hand teasingly traced and rubbed Hack's wet lips, Hack would occasionally feel his shaft nudge against her beautifully rounded ass.<br/>"<span style="color: RoyalBlue">Fuyuki.</span>"  He groaned as he continued his teasing, "<span style="color: RoyalBlue"> How do you want to do this?</span>" He asked, momentarily ignoring the woman he was preparing. In his mind it would be impolite if he simply spread Hack's lips without hearing what Cryo had in mind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>