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Siren Master, Hunter of Octavian Springs

[flowcrsgone-blog]

“What? No that’s not what I saying at all.” She squeaked when he grabbed her, certain she was about to be drowned. Then his fingers started squeezing and she was left confused and safe. For the most part. He rubbed the fear out of her muscles with surprisingly gentle fingers. There wasn’t a reason left to be upset, but her bottom lip jutted out in a pout on principle. “You don’t need to give me a massage.”

[connmanhunter]

“No wonder you need this, your muscles are so tight I could bounce a quarter off them!” He chuckled, rubbing the tension out of her. She was so small in his hands. He’d noticed the last time they were together, but it was a nice reminder. His fragile little human was once again coming apart under his hands. “Don’t pout, you’re enjoying it.”

[islandlifelilly-blog]

“Couldn’t tell you, I’m not that young.” She said with a laugh. “I recognise a familiar voice when I hear it. I’m okay though. Tempted to drink one of those humans dry but somehow managing not to.”

[connmanhunter]

“When you live as long as I have, everyone is a kid.” He shook his head. “Eating a human isn’t a good idea right now. I can go get you someone from the town over, but it would take me a while. Can I trust you to be good while I’m gone?”

[islandlifelilly-blog]

“I honestly wouldn’t believe it. But it does suit you, chances are I may even like this look a little better.”

[connmanhunter]

“What is it you kids are saying these days? I needed an update, like a computer. I’m glad you remember me, despite that nasty bump on your head. How’re you feeling?”

[flowcrsgone-blog]

Oh. The color drained from her face and she stepped back. Unbelievable. “The town is flooded. I can’t leave. I-I don’t want to get swept up or drown please. Can we just stay here with no massages?” She shouldn’t be surprised. He’d been suspicious ever since she woke up. Now he was younger and meaner, and she was sure he wasn’t going to listen to her. “Please?”

[connmanhunter]

“You don’t like me like this, hm? You want me to go back to being a sexy grandpa, is that right?” He pulled her right back and spun her around, putting his hands to work on her back and neck before she could protest. “Alright, you don’t need to go anywhere. I’ll give you one right here.” 

[flowcrsgone-blog]

She squinted. The only person who had given her hot chocolate was Conn, but he was older. He wasn’t. He did have the same ears…. it still wasn’t possible they were the same person. “I don’t want anything from you, thank you.”

[connmanhunter]

“I’ll take you back to my cabin, since you’ll be in a state of undress.” She was acting like she didn’t know who he was, so he gave her a hint. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, right Kitten?”

[islandlifelilly-blog]

“I tend to avoid hanging out with anyone.” Lola lead a very solitary life, she didn’t enjoy large crowds or constantly being around people unless they somehow managed to break through the barriers she put up and become an important part of her life. She could feel a shift in his voice and shook her head as he spoke. “I don’t belong here, I don’t need to be taken care of or used for someone else’s amusement.” She was fighting it, her natural instinct was to fight no matter how much she really just wanted someone to hold her close and make the demons that haunted her go away.

[connmanhunter]

“Listen to me, lass.” He used more power. Everyone here was so easy to manipulate, it was almost a pleasant surprise that she needed more help. “It’s not for someone’s amusement. It’s to build a bond and share an experience.” 

He laid her down against him and wrapped his arm around her. “Go to sleep. It’ll all be better in the morning.”

[flowcrsgone-blog]

“Oh. I. No. Thank you. Didn’t mean to interrupt you. I’ll be going.”

Originally posted by emilyruddlife

[connmanhunter]

“Don’t be silly. Do you want some hot chocolate to drink while I work my magic? Or are you still upset I used it to lure you into a sense of security?”

Originally posted by prowrestlingnow

[islandlifelilly-blog]

“A soul? I don’t think anyone around here has a soul.”

[connmanhunter]

“I’d wager a few people here have them. But I went a town over, just to be sure. What do you think? Less beard, but I think it works.”

[flowcrsgone-blog]

“There’s stone massages here?” Marie looked around wondering where a massage table was hidden, and after if slaves were allowed to get them. 

[connmanhunter]

“No, lassie. Souls. From someone the town over. Not the best I’ve had, but it hit the spot. I can give you a massage if you want that bad.”

[connmanhunter]

"It's amazing what a soul does for the back, no?"

[connmanhunter]

"Then you might be hanging out with the wrong people." He gently settled her into him, leaning back and checking her head. "You'd be much happier if you gave control to the masters here. You don't need to worry about leaving when you know you belong here." Conn allowed a small amount of power to drip into his voice. If it helped her accept her place as a slave, he was more than happy to help.

[connmanhunter]

Conn patted her head and gave her a gentle smile. "There's my good lassie. Go to bed, I'll look after you." This was much better behavior. He leaned back, taking her with him as he settled down against the wall. He'd make sure she was safe.

[connmanhunter]

Conn stilled her by tightening his grip on her arms, not enough to hurt her, but enough to stop the wiggling. He didn't even pause to think about her words, but instead fisted his hand in her hair. "I do give you pleasure. I give you so much pleasure, you're confused, but that's okay." Power infused his words, rumbling low in his chest. "You can't get pleasure from anyone but me. Anyone else who touches you only causes you fear and pain, and my touch is all that soothes you." She was a stupid little girl. She'd be so much better if she would listen, but he was here to help her. He stroked her hair and spoke into her ear. "You're going to forget I said this to you."

[connmanhunter]

"Alright, maybe you don't absolutely need someone to control you. But isn't it nice to have help? And someone to think for you when it gets tough? Like today, lots of people helped you, but has anyone really say you down and asked you if you're okay, and tried to make themselves feel better by fulfilling your needs?" Conn thumbed her hair, tugging her over so she could lean on him. "This isn't such a bad place. And you're safe here with me."

[connmanhunter]

The poor thing. She was probably just fixating in one problem and blaming all her frustration and tiredness from the flood on it. But he shifted her until she was facing him pulled her in closer, and rested his hand on the back of her head like he would a baby. “It’s alright, lassie." He reached out and got a blanket in his spare hand, pulling it over her shoulders and rumbling deep in his chest. "I know. It's all so much. I have you."

[connmanhunter]

"All the time. That's why I'm here, actually. It's all completely normal, and I get rid of those feelings by being a master. It makes me feel like I can be someone I want to be, and be needed, and not want to run because I can be grounded here." He reached out and placed his hand over hers, pressing down on the cloth. "I think if you let yourself really be a slave, and find someone who can ground you here, you'll feel much better." He knew that her problem would be solved for a good few years if she could find someone she trusted and allow herself to release control. If she realized that she was essentially stuck here for the foreseeable future and had absolutely no say over her state of being, it would help. "Of course I know this is our first meeting and everyone is different, but I thought I might offer some advice."

[islandlifelilly-blog]

Lola laughed bitterly as she looked down at herself. “I’m fine.” She lied, she had a pretty nasty hit to the head other various cuts on her body but she figured they’d heal in time. She didn’t know what it was but there was something familiar about the man and it was both comforting and freaking her out. “So.. I don’t suppose this means I can go home and back to my actual life does it?” She was bitter about the whole situation and all she wanted was her own little house, her own bed and everything that she had built for herself even if her life was an unhappy one.

[connmanhunter]

“That doesn’t look fine, it looks like a nasty bump.” He produced a handkerchief- somewhat damp, but it would do- and offered it to her. “Press this against your head, get some pressure on it.”

He chuckled. “No, lass. It’s best we stick together and ride this out as a group. Besides, do you really think you can go home after all this? Things change fast when you’re not looking.” He felt old just saying that, but it was true. Being immortal sometimes fooled people into thinking that the world was stationary when it was even more mercurial. He found that out the hard way every few decades.