After AnimeCon: Down and Dirty pt 2 (Patreon)

    Whew-boy am I in trouble!! Rebecca thought with a contented purr as she made out with Brian. I am in SO much trouble right now.

    She was turned on, but she wasn’t feeling the magic. Her tongue licked and lashed against his and she hungrily devoured his kiss—but rich, verdant hues of umber weren’t inching up and down the core of her being. The problem was, she remembered those feelings, she kept falling inward deep into herself in search of them out of reflex, and finding all of that not there as a result was starting to seem less like a disconnection and more like a hunger. 

    Rebecca remembered the feel of magic, and that memory persisted now as a craving.

    “Mm-mMmmmhhh—” Rebecca disengaged from his lips for a moment to gasp for air. “Brian—”

    The craving wasn’t overwhelming, it wasn’t a persistent need. It was not even quite strong enough to drive herself to distraction, unless she allowed it to. The feeling was vexing, though, a little inner itch that she would love to scratch. To satisfy.

    While they kissed, Rebecca’s hands were shamelessly exploring Brian’s body, and there was nothing not to like. When standing, he was tall, but what drove her crazy wasn’t just a matter of height. Brian was outright bigger than her, his frame was a size larger than her, and some petty primeval part of her brain found that incredibly appealing. Grabbing up to his shoulders she found them broad, sturdy. Powerful. He was a hunk, his upper arms were thick in that specific way that threw her into a daze upon confirming their breadth—feeling out the sexy shape of his biceps there made Rebecca feel downright depraved.

    His forearms were likewise corded with muscle, and as she groped across them blind there was an absolutely salacious girthiness to them. Brian wasn’t by any means huge or swole or like some kind of bodybuilder, but the delicious ruggedness of his musculature there to discover absolutely did things for her. Every part of him was handsome and tickled out her desire to lavish appreciation on him—the unspoken fact that it seemed like Brian could overpower her at any moment teased out the badbrains horny that made Rebecca start to feel wild and reckless.

    Yep yep yep. I’m in so much trouble!

    She smacked her lips against his with wet sounds for several moments, struggling to restrain herself.

    Because her naughty hands had crept back down across him of their own accord, altogether too eager to explore. Back up his arms, following the rising bulge of each muscle as well as the decadent valleys in between—Brian was cut. His shoulders were yum, and his pectorals were delish. Urgency throbbed through her insatiable fingertips as they wandered lower, and though Rebecca’s eyes were closed she couldn’t help but mentally map out Brian’s upper abdominals—right now they read like a dinner menu.

    There is no part of him that I do not want in my mouth, Rebecca moaned, frantically pressing her hands across his shirt. These are WASHBOARD ABS. My goodness. Ohhh my goodness gracious—!

    Rebecca clutched at him, allowing her thumbs to trace inward along the lines of his abdominal V. Then there was the hem of his jeans, their button, and the straining erection lurking behind the fly of his pants. Every part of him was appetizing, but the bulge Rebecca cupped now with both hands was downright mouthwatering. Brian was packing. All of the other pleasant surprises were appetizers, and this was the meat. Rebecca found herself hungry as hell for it, but even then the shape and size of this thing was intimidating enough to have her freeze up in surprise.

    “Hhh—whew,” Brian paused as well, and they pulled back far enough apart from each other to gaze into each other’s eyes.

    AaaAAaahhh— Rebecca internally squealed. He’s SO handsome!!

    “We uhh,” Brian worked his lips and then gave her a smile that just darn charmed the pants off of her. “We—well, if we go any further… s’gonna be real hard to stop?

    “Uhh-huhh,” Rebecca agreed with a shaky voice.

    She wanted to let out a nervous giggle, but she felt altogether just a bit stunned looking up at him. A deer caught in headlights, entranced, confused. Overwhelmed. Rebecca could have put up more of a fight than this, and before these moments she would have expected to. Usually when Rebecca really let herself go all out, she would let out her aggressive side, allow herself to be especially Mara, and wanted her foreplay to be a rough and tumble cage match of passion.

    Instead, I feel strangely subdued? Rebecca felt surprised upon realizing it. In a way that I somehow really really enjoy?! Like—the lusty badbrains part of me that just wants to have violent, animal sex with him ALSO kind of gets off on presenting the soft of my neck to his teeth? Letting his hands roam across my belly, between my legs—all of my vulnerable, intimate places?!

    Her inner savagery and her inner serenity felt like they were for once in perfect balance, or perhaps harmonizing in a way they had not before. Although it didn’t feel outright magic like experiencing the charm stuff had before, it was a surreal mental state to slip into where she was simply really really enjoying herself. Rebecca felt right. This was fun. She wanted more and more of this—she wasn’t sure she would ever get enough of the way Brian made her feel.

    “Was there, um,” Brian searched her dazed expression. “Did you feel anything? Like, magic? That kind of—?”

    “Uh, so like—?” Rebecca wet her lips and broke into a silly smile. “Uhhh. It is—that was—amazing, but, I think. Uh. I don’t think we were locked onto each other in the uhh. The magic way?”

    “Yeah,” Brian nodded, absentmindedly running fingers through her hair. “Yeah.”

    “I remember what that was like, and, and—” Rebecca just couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “It’s like… like that inner… mental… port? I keep running my uh, my mental tongue over it, like feeling out a missing tooth? It feels very strange! There’s nothing there, but it feels like there should be something—that when we uhh, when we’re like this, when we’re—embracing? That, that’s where it should be, that port should be, uh. Connecting computers with you?”

    “Yeah,” Brian chuckled. “It doesn’t seem like it should make sense, but. Yeah, that’s exactly what it’s like.”

    “It’s annoying!” Rebecca gave him a cute pout. “It’s… tempting. Like there’s a missing… piece.”

    “Yeah?”

    Her thighs strained to splay open a bit wider beneath him at the admission, she felt absolutely soaked, and that certain special part of her ached because it was begging for that missing piece to sink deep into her in savage smacks of flesh—to plunge inside of her and punish her with pleasure, to—

    “I uhhhh, I miss it a lot!” Rebecca admitted, feeling her face flush red. “Being able to just, you know. Turn my mind inward, and then there’s a whole beautiful little world in there! With all of you there. It was so… intoxicating? I’ve, yes, I’ve always believed in magic, and there were times in my life I maybe felt… I don’t know, something. But that, that was something else, that was… well, it was magic. I miss it.”

    She felt very aware of the way her legs were locked around his waist, of how they’d just been making out like horny teenagers, of the very compromising position they were still in. Rebecca was so turned on that she felt like she was in anguish, but also ceding things to Brian, giving him the lead of how far—or how fast—they were going to take their physical relationship felt right.

    It was embarrassing to admit after having talked such a big game to him about proving a point, because right now Rebecca’s resolve was wavering, and she felt sorely tempted to just touch the charm and zap herself back into the harem. She craved having that magic feeling again, that special conduit that seemed to connect their souls. Rebecca knew herself to be strong of mind, she knew she had an extraordinary amount of willpower, but then also letting herself indulge in a weaker side, feeling safe enough with him to do that—that was also intoxicating.

    What a PECULIAR feeling? Rebecca couldn’t help but examine his gorgeous eyes and feel like she was falling deeply in love with him. In these rare moments where I’m not quite sure I can trust myself, I really feel as though I can instead completely trust him?

    “The dreamscape,” Brian muttered, quirking his lip at her. “That’s what we’re calling it?”

    “I… guess so!” Rebecca grinned as she tried to unscramble her thoughts. “It fits? Our own… make-believe fantasy wonderland we can share with each other. It took me a bit of… a bit of, well, not concentration, I guess. But, a bit of focus, to get into? And, that did got harder and harder over those days! I had to go… deeper. Each time, to get in.”

    ‘Did got’ Rebecca, really? REALLY? You really just said DID GOT? You let Brian pin you down one time, and already you’re comfortable using the cutesy baby-talk BABBLE you normally reserve only for your cat?! If he realizes how—

    Brian surprised her by lowering himself down and cutting her off with a single kiss.

    “H-hey…” Rebecca blushed, feeling her smile spread even wider.

    “Sorry,” Brian said. “You’re—uhh. I am listening, just, damn. You’re also really… distracting.”

    “Distracting?!” Rebecca repeated, pursing her lips in clear invitation.

    Brian darted in and kissed her again—and then again, stealing another one before bringing himself back up again.

    “Yeah,” Brian admitted. “A little. Just a little bit. Not enough to like—”

    “I’m distracting?!!” Rebecca happened to still be clutching with both hands at the massive erection tenting his pants, and she gave that thing a healthy squeeze. “Oh, Brian. Brian, Brian, Brian… what am I going to do with you?!”

    “I’m—” Brian jerked his hips down, all but thrusting into her hands. “I’m gonna say, you can do just about whatever you want.”

    Forget distracting—because of the way she was positioned beneath him, her thighs spread wide so that she could wrap her legs around him, and that movement of his squashed the back of her hands down into her pubic mound. The sudden attention there made her honeypot ache for more, for a brutal beating, for solid and sustained pounding. Rebecca found herself actually forced to whip her face to the side to inspect the messy clumps of dirt and leaves with great interest. She couldn’t stop smiling—her cheeks were starting to hurt, and it felt like years of wisdom and self control were rapidly emptying out of her head.

    “Hey!” Rebecca protested with a girlish giggle that made her face heat up even more. “Don’t—don’t do that?! I, um, okay, I know I started this, but, well—”

    “Yeah we’re in a real bad position, here,” Brian agreed, dropping in low enough to plant a kiss on the side of her jaw. Then one square on her neck. “We’re, uh. We feel kinda… compromised?”

    “Yes!” Rebecca started to carefully push Brian off of her—only to realize her traitorous hands were actually just attempting to slide Brian’s shirt up and off of his body. “S-sorry! That, uh. We. We should… we should not.”

    “Yeah,” Brian agreed. His boner disagreed, and somehow or other when it flexed she could sense that simply from the shifting, tightening fabric between them. “I’ll… I’ll get off of you.”

    “Please do!” Rebecca chirped, blushing furiously and still unable to face him.

    Her legs refused to release him, and when Brian attempted to lift up off of her, her whole body started to rise up with him.

    “Rebecca…” Brian warned in a throaty growl.

    “I’m trying!” Rebecca babbled out with a laugh. “I uh—it’s—it’s like I’ve thrown caution out the window, and uhh, and uhhh, I’m trying rilly rilly hard to reach the whole way back out and find it?! Briannn mmnng we’re so close.”

    “I know,” Brian chuckled. “Trust me, I know.”

    “Can we uh,” Rebecca scrambled to search through her giddy thoughts and make sense of them into sentences. She felt so silly right now!

    “I think that uh? Brian I know I said we were gonna like, so we were gonna not zap me back in right away? To test? To no wait, to prove that it’s not affecting me? Well, I. I feel affected. I hate to say it, but I feel affected. I want you so bad.”

    “Yeah,” Brian agreed with a sigh—but he didn’t stop kissing her neck, and the puckering soft sensation had Rebecca all but curling her toes. “I think you’re right. Damnit. I’m uh. I’m feeling that too. Feel like I’m gonna be super pissed off about all of this, well, everything. Soon as I can think clearly again.”

    “Hey—hey,” Rebecca said in a soft voice, a sober feeling coming over her. “Don’t—don’t feel bad. Please? This… what we’re feeling is a lot of things, but it isn’t bad. I don’t think. It—well, maybe okay yes, the charm is affecting us now, maybe. Encouraging us? Ramping up our libido, is what it feels like?”

    “Yeah,” Brian growled.

    His teeth grazed her skin and then caught it in a little nibble that made Rebecca quiver.

    “It um—” Rebecca giggled. “It’s good that we know. Now we know! I—I don’t think it’s a bad thing. We’re learning? Briaannn, stop that.”

    To her surprise—and disappointment—he did stop. His mouth that had been exploring the tender flesh just below her ear disengaged, and Brian pulled back again far enough away that they could see each other’s eyes. He was frustrated, he was incredibly turned on, but more than anything else Brian was in control, and seeing that self control hold him in place and begin to steady his breathing put Rebecca even more at ease—as if because he was in clear control, she was free to relax her control.

    “You actually stopped,” Rebecca remarked. “I—no, I’m just. Impressed. You’re in control. It, uh, it feels so easy to be, uh, out of control. Right now.”

    “So, I guess this establishes that the charm, the magic, it’s doing something to us,” Brian sighed. “Controlling us. Mind controlling.”

    “No! You stopped,” Rebecca’s eyes flicked to his lips and back again. “The instant I asked you to, you really did stop! It’s—well yes, the charm is definitely doing something. Encouraging us to… to have wild sex. I don’t think it’s mind control!”

    “Uh-huh,” Brian let out a bitter laugh.

    “Brian—” Rebecca allowed herself to give him a big, reassuring smile. “We already knew that it did something. Aligned our spirits, maybe, to better understand one another? Our libido… okay, yes. Definitely. Maybe well, maybe a part of it is that I was sparked into the magic back before. I do still remember having a connection at our deepest level. It makes me… really crave having that again.”

    “Yeah,” Brian sighed.

    “None of these are bad things!” Rebecca was able to lift herself up just enough to peck a little kiss on the tip of his nose. “You remained in control of yourself. I trust you even more now, because of that. I was honestly um, I was kind of just teasing you? I didn’t… really want you to stop. Still don’t! I, um well, I’m still very much of the mind that what the charm does when you’re zapped in, what it tries to encourage when you’re not zapped in yet—is just us opening up to each other.”

    “Maybe,” Brian stared into her eyes, and it felt like there was no way she could hide anything from him.

     Which is a relief, because—I AM being honest. I want him to really feel my sincerity.

    “I’ll let myself start doubting all the charm magic if, and only if it ever shows me something untrue,” Rebecca gave him a contented little shrug of the shoulders. “So far, it hasn’t. It’s shown me you, the real you, annnd you are a very lovely human being worthy of all of the trust and affection I can give to you!”

    “I…” Brian sighed again, closing his eyes. “I do see what you’re saying. We’re confirming there is an influence. It’s maybe not a uh. Sinister or bad one, exactly. Before, I guess I was just going to be completely against that just on principle. Now? Now, I’m not sure how to feel. I can’t think. You’re very distracting.”

    “Mmm-hmm,” Rebecca agreed. “So are you! Let’s… let’s take things slow? Give ourselves more time. This was nice. It was so nice! I don’t regret anything I felt. I um, I do also want cooler heads to prevail—I want you to feel just as good about this moment we’ve shared later on when looking back on it, as you do when you’re here in the moment… holding me to the ground.”

    “Hah—” Brian chuckled, looking down at her again. “Sorry.”

    “Shush,” Rebecca kissed the tip of his nose again. “I’m not sorry! Or, um, I’m a little bit sorry, that you were actually able to stop when I asked. But—not a bad sorry. It’s a sorry that I can just let turn into… anticipation.”

    “Yeah,” Brian said. “You uh. You need to unhook your legs from me and let me go, or I can’t let you up, hah. I think I do need a minute to cool down, and let my… let my brain start working again.”

    “Hnnng—” Rebecca allowed herself to put on a cute pout and one last crushing squeeze of her thighs.

    She really didn’t want to let him go. But, she did—releasing her legs from around him and relaxing back against the dirt of the mostly-filled grave. Brian kissed her forehead and then clambered back up to his knees and got off of her. There was a feeling of relief to associate with all of this, and then also a feeling of disappointment, and the conflicting sensitivities weighed on each other in very strange ways.

    “It—this also might just be, well, proximity!” Rebecca pointed out. “Like for example, the charm is right here with us. Maybe we need to uhhh, stress test this again, but next time, you’ll have the charm tucked away somewhere safe at some remote location. So—yeah, we’ll need to do this again.”

    “We will,” Brian promised.

    He offered her a hand, and with an eager grin Rebecca clasped forearms with him and he hauled her up onto her feet. Standing felt a little shaky now, her legs wanted to wobble, and so Rebecca didn’t let go of Brian. The two locked eyes again, and it seemed as though they shared a knowing smile. They seemed to agree without words that this rushing mess of hormones and lovestruck urgent infatuation was absolutely going to bring them down to the ground like that again in a sexy entanglement, and probably sooner than they would expect.

    Yep yep yep. We’re in big trouble. All of THAT and we weren’t, uh, weren’t properly plugged into each other via the charm magic. When we do this with actual colors—I’m gonna lose my mind.

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/// This went through a lot of rewrites, because it was very easy for things to keep escalating way past where they should! Which didn't feel right for the circumstances, here. This is almost entirely a Rebecca area, with only barest hints of Mara. Which hopefully makes sense, because although roughhousing does really get her Mara going, the overall situation here in the woods with Brian still has Rebecca mostly locked into nurturing mode.

I feel like as her relationship with Brian progresses, he will bring out more and more of a balance between her different natures, as she likewise encourages him and assures him that it's okay—and even extremely desired—for him to bring out his dominant side. Steph is a cinnamon bun and evokes his romantic side, Emily brings out the more easygoing Brian who can joke around. Kelly and Brian still aren't even completely at ease with each other, but I have plans for how that will work out! For the Renfaire books we're heading into I do want Rebecca and Christine to take central roles though, in the same way that AnimeCon was mostly a Steph and Kelly show.

Thematically there is a bit of an inversion there, as Rebecca's character theme was 'loyalty' and Chloe's was 'challenge'. Going forward, Christine will be dealing with a crushing sense of remorse and obligation, while Rebecca will be playfully prodding Brian into cutting loose.

I promise that that doesn't mean the other girls won't have growth or get kicked to the wayside! Emily is still a total mess, Kelly and Brian have a ton of things to work out, and Steph is still struggling to sort out what her own feelings are from everyone else.

As for the commenters who were thinking Rebecca is TOO perfect for Brian... well, character-wise these two are in a bit of a honeymoon phase. There are flaws and differences and problems that will arise, but this isn't the place to show them. Rebecca is a very unique mishmash of responsible and reckless. She held a friend captive for a whole month way out in the woods, and dug a grave in case they needed to kill her. Rebecca is probably not as normal or well adjusted as you might think.

Also yes, moving the bit with the Masters to take place after this bit rather than before. Going through and fixing links and guide page now.