I will be opening this to un-regulated additions as soon as I've moved the plot along a bit further so everyone can get a general idea of the world it...'s set in and other author's can take advantage. If you'd like to start now, feel free to message me and I can give you admin rights to it))Many centuries ago, the Goddess Symphona, Lady of the Rose, Purity, and Light, died under suspicious circumstances. In the ensuing chaos and upheaval in the pantheon, two factions emerged. Fenrir, God of the. Marguerite and Jean would now have a secure future with the stipend and doubling of his wages. He smiled as he left Paris. He was still not fully recovered from Scotland physically, but financially, things could not have been better.It was mid-February by the time Jean returned to Campomesnils. Marguerite seemed pleased to see him, rushing into his arms and crying against his chest. However, as he tried to speak with her, he could see something was different. She was not listening to his story. She offered to let me lie down on her couch if I needed, but I declined. "It's okay, I've taken up so much of your morning already. I'll just be toddling on back..." I tried standing up, and my headache got seriously worse. I stumbled, and she took my arm in a surprisingly strong grip. "No, no I must insist," she said overriding my objections. "You're in no condition right now." I followed her meekly to the drawing room, and she helped me lie back on the couch. "I'll just leave the lights off,. His hands gently touched her stomach to the top of her shorts, then undid the top snap. Angel again felt the cold steel on the outside of her right thigh. She felt the pressure of his hands on her bare skin as he cut through the fabric. He finally fought the waistband and her shorts fell down her left leg to her ankle. He knelt between her legs, running his hands up the inside of her thighs to just the inside edge of her panties. Angel bit down hard on her gag as he touched her hard between her.