Toke: A Short Story

I pulled the bags of maple candy out of my robe and slipped them to Igashu. “Presents for your grand children.”

He set the prey up to cook over the fire as he grabbed his torn shirt sleeve that he still carried with him to use a wash rag before stepping outside to the well. The boy tied the rope to one of the buckets and lowered it down into the well, moments later he pulled up a full bucket of water again. The dirty elf dipped his cloth into the water and started to thoroughly wash

“Mhm.’ you said, still exploring thoroughly of Yui’s body. While you continue to examined the body, Oikawa searched the surrounding area. First, he went to the table, where she had fallen. A finished clean

He spoke as his gaze averted from her, and wandered the room, wondering if there was a sofa he should lay down

The sun was settling into the trees when Talia stood and stretched, flexing and rubbing her abused fingers. "Ugh." she thought, feeling their pain flow through her. "This will feel worse tomorrow. Where did I put my ointments? Bah, I hate moving!"

“Fire and earth,” Roz said, clearly bored out of her skull. She absently began to pull up blades of grass from the academy lawn.

Fastidious as ever, he bent over and reluctantly untied and took off his shoes, then neatly set them on the curb. He rolled up his pant legs; unfortunately, not far enough. The rising mud ruined his trousers as he sank deeper than the two lightweight explorers. He looked down at the muck working its way up his legs and sighed, then waded in determined to come get us before the rain increased.

“Good morning,” Morgan said. The patch on her chest was only a first-degree burn, though still painful. The first time she’d done the spell, she’d had blisters that wouldn’t respond to magic healing.

Will squirted a large dollop of blue dawn soap on his hands and lathered it between them before gently spreading it through the cat’s fur as Hannibal held it in place so that the two were standing side to side. Will worked his fingers through the fur diligently, scrubbing through the remains of the matted sections. He could feel where scars were and where two wounds—one on her neck and one on her left front leg, were swollen with pus. They coaxed the cat with soft words as Hannibal cleaned the wounds, cutting off all the surrounding fur and draining cleaning the gashes with diluted iodine before washing the cat over again, this time taking advantage of the anti-anxiety medicine to gently run a stream of warm water over her fur, their hands gently massaging the soap out of her fur. She had stopped shaking at some point during the process, her pupils still blown but eyes dropping closed, heart slower than before. It was an extremely intimate act, both calming and slightly disgusting, though the rotten smell eased once they’d drained the wounds and scrubbed the dirt out of her fur. The work

“OK...Makkachin, time to go!” The poodle barked excitedly and turned them around to head towards the door where his harness hung up on a hook above the piles of shoes. Viktor was especially bad about throwing his shoes around and some of the guests could be bad too. Yuuri had tripped over them more than once. He tripped a lot these days...more than before. It was exhausting, not to mention painful. Even though he couldn’t see them, Yuuri could feel the bruises all over his thighs and his stomach from where he would run into the edges of counters and anything else that stuck out.

“One more task.” Crystal stood and pulled out silk pouches from her bag. Celtic nodded.

Smiling with what Kian remembered Jonas describing once as a curl a woman’s toes, feet, legs, in fact her whole body, judging from Rosalind’s reaction. And, when the hunter lowered his voice to whisper. “To ease your aches and pains will be a pleasure worth indulging in, my sweet.”

“So, if we can’t touch anything, then how do we get out of here?” said one of the other maidens, quivering. I turned to Gemma, who was silently perusing the paper, after a moment she spoke,

Krakenne stroked herself for a bit as she bounced on the balls of her and enjoyed the brief crunch of asphalt as it gave way to her concentrated weight before swinging one meaty thigh forward and letting her foot cast a shadow over her slow moving victims, letting them view the wrinkled, stained sole as she slowly lowered it down, letting the sweat tinged air waft over them, permeate their lungs and let the knowledge that that metallic, bloody tinge in the air was former friends, coworkers before she set it down upon them but didn’t add any more pressure than what was needed to keep them pinned.

“I got it!” She exclaims with her rash voice, sighing with hand facing up she continues to please. “It's, fine honestly, i can handle it.” She takes her coat then and rips it through the spine of the door. The rip worsened but it was free from entanglement. “See?” Cleo questions.