While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without JavaScript, it will work better with it enabled. Please consider turning it on! Twenty years after they met at winter science camp, Ed and Stede are in a happy marriage, with two kids, when Stede gets chosen to go to the space station being built on the moon. Ed has a very hard time with it. Stede might, too. Nestled within the Iphyrean is an idyllic community named Celebration Village, where the study of how far terrans are willing to go to live happily ever after is tested every single day.
Sometimes, though, some of the wives need a little reinforcement of who they really are on the inside. Neuvillette has that calculative and assessing look to him. A meticulous nature that Wriothesley hungers for in a partner. Neuvillette seems thorough and slow to give in. He must be tired. A bit of both, to be this wanton for a man he has just met. Neuvillette, a skilled shibari instructor by night and a lawyer by day, catches Wriothesley's eye. Could Neuvillette be the dominant Wriothesley has been searching for?
Ghilan'nain's foremost devotion is to her work. Anything else is a distraction, to be dealt with swiftly. Focused, she observed the insistent flow of the blight with stark curiosity and amazement. It never grew old, watching this powerful entity in progress, the profound machinations of a new life coming into fruition under the guidance of her hands.
The blight was strong, but malleable; organic, thriving, vital, even the gentlest prod earning a pronounced reaction. The low light catches on the heavy golden hoops threaded through each of Ratio's stiff, dusky nipples.
The chain that links them shimmers with each labored breath the doctor takes. Ratio complains about the lack of stimulation, Aventurine gives him something to really cry about. They're not together, not really. But that doesn't stop Aventurine from leading a leashed and blindfolded Ratio out to his opulent penthouse balcony in the middle of the night and imagining there's eyes on them in the dark. And just like he was a feather, a real doll, Minho picked him up from the chair and all the way out to the living room to the pile of blankets set in the middle of the floor.
