Lust and Propriety - 12. The Little Lion

"He looked pretty into you. He didn't even try to make stupid excuses to Uncle Al, even though he was about to get punched out."

"Yeah, after all that, though..." Amshel replied with a sigh. "I doubt he'd want anything more to do with me."

"Hey, don't say that." Felix threw an arm around the taller teen. "Anybody'd be lucky to have you. If he doesn't, he's an idiot."

"So...will you help me pick out clothes that at least make me attractive for tonight?" Amshel asked.

"Hell yeah!" Felix grinned. "You're gonna look so hot his eyeballs will melt!"

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Before the mixed Nightmare knew it, evening had fallen and it was time to head to the pizzeria. He wore clothes that were fancier than he would have normally worn on a date, but he didn't question Felix's judgment. As he entered the parlor, it wasn't hard to find his blind date. He was the only unicorn there with the lightest color hair.

"H-Hey, I'm Amshel," the mixed Nightmare greeted as he approached.

The fair-haired Unicorn stood and bowed formally. He was dressed as though he was ready to visit a king, making Shel's outfit seem downright casual in comparison. His crisp shirt was snowy white with a silver satin vest over it. His jacket was a deep gray velvet, bringing out the flawless cream of his skin. He was a similar height to Amshel, with long graceful limbs and a heart-shaped face.

"I am Pennicola Gale Ondais, seventh in line to the throne of Peraza, cousin to Prince Winter of Peraza." He straightened, giving Amshel a warm smile. "I'm honored to meet you." The Unicorn's pale sapphire eyes twinkled. "Please, call me Penni."

Amshel nervously shook the boy's hand. Though they were both the same age, the Unicorn seemed way more mature. "Um, friends call me Shelly," he responded before having a seat. "L-Listen Penni, I know our parents have this whole crazy idea about us going out together. But, I kind of have a big crush on someone else right now..."

Penni stiffened, glancing quickly to see if anyone was nearby. No one was. He gestured for Amshel to sit, taking his own chair when the mixed Nightmare had done so.

"You don't wish for us to see if we are compatible for a romantic relationship?" the Perazan asked.

The mixed Nightmare tried not to gape at the words coming out of the Perazan's mouth. He shook his head. "I have someone else in mind..."

Pennicola's perfect posture melted, causing him to relax in his chair. He peeked around once more before turning back to Amshel.

"To be honest, I'm in the same predicament," the Unicorn admitted.

"You are?" Amshel asked, eyes wide. He then broke out in a smile. "Wow, our parents sure have rotten timing, huh?"

"I am so very sorry, Shelly," Penni said earnestly. "I had no desire to mislead you. My parents... They don't approve of my choice and refuse to give their blessing. The one I want knows how important my family is to me and refuses to fully claim me without their approval." He sighed softly. "I was told, in no uncertain terms, that if I refused to meet with you, I would be immediately returned to Peraza. Likely to be locked up with my uncle, who would keep me firmly under his thumb. I apologize for misleading you by accepting this date. I simply didn't know what else to do."

Amshel's eyes widened even further. "You mean the person you're with right now lives here in Zirao Zion?" He wondered aloud.

Penni leaned forward, a dreamy look swirling in his eyes.

"His name is Renke, Renke Ruzzier, and he is simply the most wonderful and desirable man I have ever had the pleasure to know." The Unicorn smiled sweetly. "What is your lover's name?"

"He's not my- I mean I'd like him to be..." Amshel tried to explain. "Anyway, his name is Simon."

"Tell me about him?" Pennicola requested.

"Oh, he's beautiful," Amshel described. "He's actually about six years older than me, but he was very considerate of my first time and..." the Nightmare trailed off as he remembered. "My uncle and my family don't seem to trust him."

"I'm very sorry. That sounds terrible for you." Penni reached out to pat Amshel's hand. "Do you think him trustworthy?"

"Yes," Amshel replied softly. "I want nothing more than to have him as my mate...if he'd ever accept me."

"Why would he not?" the Unicorn asked kindly, squeezing Shelly's hand gently. "I don't know you well, I must admit. However, you seem like a good person. I get a feeling for these things and I'm rarely wrong."

The mixed Nightmare gave the Unicorn a shaky smile. "I sure hope so..." he whispered.

Penni squeaked in surprise as a large form suddenly appeared before them.

"Amshel," Simon struggled not to shout as he glared at the pale hand holding Shelly's. "May I have a word?"

Before the mixed Nightmare had a chance to respond, he found himself yanked away from the shocked Perazan and practically carried off. In moments, they were in the relative privacy of the shadowed alley behind the restaurant.

Amshel's heart nearly beat itself right out of his chest as he regarded the taller Nightmare. "S-Simon..." he practically moaned. And then, he forgot how to speak the following moment.

"Shelly, please." Simon pressed the teen's back to the cool brick wall, his body against the smaller boy's front. "I had to see you." The Nightmare's fingertips ghosted across Amshel's cheekbones before burying themselves in his dark purple hair. "I was going to the Montcroix estate when I saw you holding hands with that...that pasty, pale fop. I couldn't stand it."

Amshel frowned as he worked hard to form the words he needed to say to him. "I wanted to see you, too...I wanted to apologize for b-being the kind of clingy Maiden you usually avoid. I didn't mean to push you that hard..."

Simon froze, blinking several times before he spoke.

"What are you talking about? I never thought you were clingy." He grinned nodding to their position. "I seem to be the clingy one here. And what do you mean about pushing me?"

A blush blossomed on the younger man's face. "Pushing you to stay with me a-and to t-take me..." he clarified as he glanced down at the ground, unable to look Simon in the eye.

"Fuck, Shelly." Simon pressed his hips forward, causing the hard bulge that had grown in his trousers from the moment he'd touched the teen to grind rather obviously against Amshel's groin. "Does it seem like I need much pushing? You make me want you so badly."

The mixed Nightmare's body began to respond almost immediately. He bit his lower lip as a few whimpers escaped his lips. "I'd like nothing more than for you to have me," he pleaded, his purplish-pink eyes darkening as they peered up at Simon. "Right here and now if you wish."

"Be careful, little lion." Simon leaned down to nip at the teen's earlobe. "I can and will fuck you against this wall. I left my home with hope in my heart and a vial of lubricant in my pocket. So, be certain it's what you desire."

"Yes!" Amshel responded a little too loudly and a little too eagerly. He lowered his voice as he blushed harder. "Y-yes, please."

"Show me how much you want it," Simon demanded, his gaze hot. "Unbutton your pants and pull them down just enough so I can get to that amazing ass of yours, baby."

The mixed Nightmare quickly complied, shoving everything down to his knees and turning around. He peered over his shoulder. "Please, Simon," he begged.

"Fuck," Simon choked out, his hands dropping to grope and squeeze the smooth, warm flesh of Amshel's ass. "You make me feel like an over-excited fifteen year-old about to cum in his pants. But I think I'd much rather cum in you," He growled, pulling a small bottle out of his pocket and pouring half the contents over his fingers.

The slick liquid was warm as Simon parted Shelly's cheeks and found his entrance. The Nightmare kissed the side of Amshel's throat as he pushed two fingers inside, wishing he could go slower, but knowing they didn't have time. Someone could come across them at any moment.

Amshel tilted his head, exposing more of his throat to the older Nightmare. "I'd very much like it if you came in me," he confessed. "It felt so good the first time. So warm..."

Simon's cock throbbed, feeling as though his pants were choking him.

"Damn, you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen," the Nightmare rumbled, reaching down to unbuckle his belt as he thrust his fingers inside Amshel, doing his best to begin stretching and preparing the boy.

"We haven't done it this way yet..." Amshel realized as he spread his legs a little further. "Do you plan to take me in all three forms?" He pondered aloud. It was childish to hope for more than their current encounter, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to see him again.

"Gods, yes," Simon groaned, adding another finger and working them in and out of the teen's tight hole. "And in every position I can twist your body into on every available surface I can find."

"Thank goodness I'm flexible," Amshel snickered. A moment later, he felt Simon's fingers brush up against an area that gave him a jolt. "Oh!" he keened.

"Mmm, there it is," Simon purred, exploiting that spot ruthlessly with his fingertips as he freed his eager cock.

"Simon!" The mixed Nightmare whimpered as he tried to shove back against the fingers, eager to have them continue stroking him in that area. "Want m-more...please. Just please fill me."

"You want my cock in you, little lion?" Simon asked, his voice husky with lust as he withdrew his hand and teased the teen's opening with the head of his hard member. "Stretch you out and make you scream my name while I pound you into the brick?"

Amshel took in a shuddering breath and, unable to will himself to speak, simply nodded desperately and braced his hands harder against the brick wall.

"Then be sure to speak up quick and clear if I'm going to fast," Simon warned, pushing inside Shelly's tight heat. The dark-eyed Nightmare groaned. "Fuck, baby, so tight. You feel so good, better than anything I've ever known before."

Simon buried his face in the crook of Amshel's neck, taking in his sweet scent as he worked himself inside the younger man. The Nightmare watched for any signal of discomfort; a pained breath, a flinch, or a reflexive tightening of the boy's muscles. None came. When Simon had sheathed himself halfway, congratulating himself on his care and patience, Amshel let out a needy moan. The noise seemed to twist down Simon's spine, causing his hips to slam forward, burying himself suddenly and fully inside the teen.

Everything felt more than a bit tighter than the first time. Though the stretch burned a bit, it was a new sensation to the mixed Nightmare. When Simon slid down to the hilt with a sudden motion, he gasped. It felt so damn good that the stimulus tipped him over the edge and he came hard.

"Annh!" He cried as burst after burst of his cum splattered on the wall in front of him.

With another raspy breath, he peered over his shoulder with an apologetic expression. "I'm s-sorry, I just couldn't..."

"Gods, you're amazing," Simon praised, peppering the boy's cheek with kisses. "So sensitive, responsive. You feel like heaven when you tighten around me, I nearly came, myself."

Amshel felt a pleasant shiver rolling down his body along with instant relief. "Th-then, please continue," he pleaded as he grinded back against him. His own shaft gave a twitch or two as it still recovered from its earlier release, but he still wanted more.

A little voice in the back of Simon's mind warned him to go slow, that his sweet young lover was likely rather sensitive after his orgasm. He tried, he really did. He was able to manage two slow, careful thrusts before Amshel pushed back into him and made another deliciously needy whimper. Then, Simon was moving fast and hard, pumping into the teen's velvety heat. His belt buckle rattled with every pounding thrust, a musical chime that increased in tempo. He nibbled and sucked at the boy's throat, raising marks that left a feeling of deep satisfaction within him. Simon knew he wouldn't last long. Amshel really did turn him into some green teenager. The Nightmare slipped his hand forward to catch the younger man's erection, slick with his own cum, and began pumping it in time to the music of his clicking belt buckle.

Simon's shaft felt like it was reaching deep inside places Amshel didn't even know he had. With every hard thrust, he felt as if his inner walls were molding and conforming to the older Nightmare's flesh. Some of the burn was still there, but the pleasure covered it and blanketed it around his entire body. Everything felt sensitive to the touch.

So, when the other man began to mark his throat, Amshel was already nearing the edge. By the time that he felt the large, warm hand encase his member, the mixed Nightmare was gone. He came copiously all over Simon's palm and fingers, the seed dripping down between the digits onto the ground below.

"S-Simon...nnh," Amshel keened as his knees began to feel weak.

Strong arms wrapped around the teen's middle and Amshel found himself lifted from the ground in Simon's eager haste. His thrusts became quick and rough as the Nightmare's breathy grunts filled the alley. He slammed himself deep, one final time, shouting Amshel's name as the teen felt the man's heat fill him as his cock jerked deep inside him.

They were both panting when Simon let Amshel's feet touch the cobbles beneath them, his arm continuing to hold up the boy's trembling body. Shelly gasped as Simon withdrew, blushing hard when the Nightmare pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to gently clean the younger man. Simon turned the teen in his arms, letting the wall support Amshel as he tidied the younger man as best he could before pulling up Shelly's pants and buttoning them, not bothering with his own. He pressed his forehead to Amshel's, their crests tingling pleasantly as they came in contact.

"Shel," Simon began, but seemed to lose his thought and pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss.

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Renke glanced down at his phone once again. Though he loved Pennicola's honesty, the truth still stung quite a bit. It wasn't that he didn't trust the lovely Maiden royal, he simply didn't trust others around him. When the Nightmare couldn't take it any longer, he got dressed and pocketed his mobile device before making his way over to the pizzeria. He wanted to see for himself just who his new rival was for Penni's affection.

He saw no sign of the Unicorn inside the restaurant, so he began to look around and caught sight of pale platinum locks around the corner. As he approached, he caught Penni staring avidly into a dark alley.

"Watcha lookin' at, luv?" Renke prompted as he approached. He wore a soft gray hoodie with a leather vest over it, a pair of tight jeans, and black boots.

Penni squeaked and straightened so quickly he lost his balance, tumbling forward into the alley. He clenched his pale blue eyes tight as the ground rushed up to meet him. Instead of smashing into the cobbles, however, he found himself wrapped safely in strong, muscular arms.

"Ren!" Penni yelped, his eyes darting to the side to see Amshel's lover quickly shove Shelly behind him and buckle his pants. "I wasn't...there's nothing...how are you doing today?"

Renke raked the back of his fingers down the side of the Unicorn's cheek as he looked him over. "Gotta be more careful, you know?" He insisted. "Why's it I always find ya in dark alleys n' dangerous situations?"

"Well, I wasn't actually in the alley this time," Penni said meekly, leaning into the man's touch. "And I was just...checking on my friend."

"What's going on here?" Simon demanded from further in the alleyway, Amshel peeking from behind him.

Renke raised a brow and stood to his full height, which was about an inch taller than Simon. "That's what I'd like to know...is this him, Penni? Your blind date?"

"What's it to you?" Simon snapped, eyeing the hold the brute had on the young Perazan, concerned the situation could turn ugly fast. Simon wasn't any fan of the Unicorn who'd thought he could go on a date with his Shelly, but he didn't want to see the guy get hurt by some thug. "I think it's time you let the kid go."

"Eeeeh?" Renke drawled as he draped an arm over Penni's shoulder and wrapped his other arm around the Unicorn's waist. "Hate to break it to ya,' but Penni here's promised to save himself for me."

"Oh, I, ah..." Pennicola blushed prettily, a soft pink blooming across his cheek. "It's quite alright, Simon was it? I rather like it when he grabs me. More than half the time it saves me from something unpleasant. The other half...well...I must admit to encouraging him, since I like his arms, especially when they're around me. So, thick and strong and...I'm going to stop talking now. Hello, Shelly. How is everything going for you?"

The mixed Nightmare gaped at the different colors Penni began to change. Though they had just met, it was strange to see the Unicorn so out of sorts instead of composed and mature as he was moments ago. "Simon, this is Pennicola of Peraza and his intended, Renke," he introduced. "Simon wasn't Penni's blind date. I was. But, as you can see, I have my sights set on Simon..."

Renke tilted his head as he regarded the little thing. "Hmm, though you're cute as a button, I don't think you're strong enough to protect Penni," he mused out loud.

"Ren," the Perazan grumbled, trying to sound serious but ending up just seeming adorable. It would probably help if he could stand on a chair so he could look his love in the eye. "I've talked to you about this. I'm eighteen years old, now. And while I deeply appreciate everything you've done for me, I'm not a kitten trapped in a tree. I'm perfectly capable of minding to my own welfare."

Renke let out a snort. "As you keep telling yourself. Can't fool me, though, can ya?" He countered. "Caught the pretty thing getting into all sorts of trouble on many occasions," he tossed over his shoulder at the other two.

Amshel was already concerned. "Trouble? Then he shouldn't be all by himself! Would you like to stay with the Montcroix?" he asked Penni.

"I couldn't think to impose so much on your family, Shelly." Penni's words were formal and polite. His tone was a contrast to the position he was in, wrapped in Renke's arms, as well as the piqued glare he was throwing at the burly man.

"You're Montcroix?" Renke questioned as he glanced once more at the plum-haired teen in a new light. When he received a nod in return, he leaned down to press a kiss to Pennicola's cheek. "Listen, luv...I think the tyke's got a point. No one fucks with the Montcroix. You'd be safe." He then glanced up at Simon. "Could I still come see him?"

Before Simon had a chance to refuse, Amshel spoke up. "If I ask my grandparents, I'm sure they'll let both of you stay for a while!"

Pennicola seemed to have become entranced with the thick muscles on Renke's left forearm, his fingertips caressing back and forth.

"Hmm?" Penni blinked, face brightening in what was turning into a perpetual blush. "My apologies, I was...distracted."

Simon sighed heavily, admitting defeat.

"It would appear that you and Renke will be staying at the Montcroix estate for the foreseeable future."

When Penni was about to argue, Ren leaned down, nuzzling behind the teen's ear. Pennicola's eyelids fluttered in reaction as his body went limp in the larger man's arms.

"Mmm, sounds lovely," the Perazan murmured.

Amshel looked up at Simon. "I'm going to head back to the estate with them," he suggested. "I want to see you again, but I don't want you to get hurt again..."

"I'll need to talk to Alistair," Simon admitted with a frown. "Surely, he'll see reason."

Amshel took his hand. "Maybe just not tonight..." he suggested.

"I'll speak to him at work, don't worry." He pressed a fleeting kiss to the teen's lips. "Everything will be fine."

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Amshel shifted in his sleep, refusing to open his eyes for a while. Finally, with a frown, he woke up to the sound of some noise coming from his window. As he stood up and walked over, his spodumene pink eyes widened at the sight of Simon on the other side of his window.

"What are you doing there?" He wondered as he quickly opened the window to let him in. He then gaped at the injured Nightmare. "What happened to you?" He had never been gladder to be mixed, as he had a small ability to heal. Simon certainly needed it at the moment.

Simon fell inside with a bit less grace than he'd intended, limping over to sit gingerly on Amshel's bed. The purple and green-haired Nightmare was sporting a black eye, a busted lip, and Shelly noticed a bit of crusted blood on his temple.

"So," Simon began, trying to smile at the teen. "That didn't go quite as well as expected."

Amshel frowned and gently held his hand over the black eye, using his healing magic to lower the swelling. Some of the bruising remained, but at least the pain would be gone. He then moved onto the lips.

"Who did this? Was it Allie?" He questioned.

"He didn't really see things my way," Simon admitted with a wince. "He was just looking out for you, so, I didn't really fight back." He sighed softly. "And then I wouldn't leave when he told me to get out. I thought I could make him understand." The Nightmare smirked. "He said if I touched you, he'd tear off my horn...literally and figuratively. He cares about you a lot, Shel."

"If he cares about me so much, he needs to stop trying to kill you," the mixed Nightmare huffed. "Where else are you hurt?"

"Will you kiss it better?" Simon asked playfully.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea," Amshel responded. When he pressed his lips to Simon's he fed the rest of his healing magic through it.

The Nightmare moaned, pulling Amshel close. Simon had been healed before, he and Alistair had gotten into more than one scrape that left them needing patched up. However, Simon could never recall it feeling so pleasantly warm and gentle. He felt oddly protected, which wasn't something he'd experienced much of. Simon and Alistair had nearly always had each other's backs, but neither felt the need to protect the other. Simon's parents had been loving but firm, expecting strength and cunning from him, even as a child. He'd been taught to protect himself and to protect others. Feeling the genuine care and concern from the young man who was so much smaller than him touched something in his heart, making him feel oddly safe.

When Amshel pulled away, his hands gently raked through Simon's hair as he looked him over. "How are you feeling? Does anything still hurt?" He asked softly as he gazed into black opal eyes.

"No, nothing." The Nightmare leaned into the touches like a cat. "I've never felt healing like that. It was so warm and thoughtful."

Amshel pressed his forehead against Simon's. "Next time, fight him back. He can go and find his own Healer," he insisted.

"You're feisty." The Nightmare grinned, rubbing their crests together and enjoying the sparking tingle it produced. "I like it. You really are a lion."

"I'm your lion," Amshel added cheekily. "That is, if you'll have me...n-no pressure or anything!"

"I don't let Alistair beat me up for just anyone," Simon responded, dropping a kiss to the tip of the mixed Nightmare's adorable nose. "If that's not a declaration, I don't know what is. I'm not sure I could want you more and survive."

The mixed Nightmare felt as if his heart would burst into as many colors as the jagged star crest on Simon's forehead. "In that case...would you be my mate, Sinoval?"

Simon grinned wide.

"I wanted to ask you but I was worried I'd be pressuring you." The dark-eyed man pulled Amshel close. "I can't think of anything I'd want more, little lion. I've been looking for you for so long, and I didn't even realize I was searching. As soon as you spoke to me and I caught your scent... Even though we'd never met, I'd missed you so badly."

"Where should I place my crest?" Amshel asked softly out loud as one of his hands gently slid down the side of Simon's face and neck to his right shoulder. "Perhaps here?"

Buttons flew in every direction as Simon tore his shirt as his eagerness got the better of him in his need to bear Amshel's mark. The Nightmare was bare from the waist up in moments, leaning into Shelly's warm touch.

"That sounds perfect," Simon purred. "And I'll happily place yours anywhere you wish."

Amshel blushed at the thought of having Simon's jagged star crest somewhere on his body. He lifted the Nightmare's hand to the nape of his neck, just below his hairline. "How about here?" He asked.

"Yes," Simon said quickly, leaning in to steal a kiss. "How soon can we?"

"Right now would be-" Amshel suggested, but his words were cut off by the sound of the door opening.

"Shelly, Ren and Penni are hungry, so it's snack time!" Felix called as he walked into the room followed by Renke and Pennicola. The three of them were in various types of night clothing. Felix wore one of Lucien's oversized shirts, Pennicola was in a set of soft pajamas, and Renke was just walking around in a pair of boxers. Both Felix and Amshel had double-teamed their grandparents, who caved quickly into allowing the Perazan and his intended to stay for as long as they needed.

Amshel pouted in Felix's direction.

Penni found himself suddenly blind as Renke covered his eyes. "Ren," the Perazan laughed. "I've seen bare chests before. He still has his pants on. You're wearing less than he is right now."

With a big sigh, Amshel turned towards Simon. "Maybe not tonight...if these guys are out and about, Fin and Uncle Allie probably are too, and I don't want you to get hurt again."

"You're right," Simon said sadly, looking as though someone had kicked his puppy. "I want to make our mating special and give you the time and care you deserve." The Nightmare couldn't help a chuckle as Felix and Pennicola let out a little squee behind him.

"See?" Penni whispered to Ren. "We could be mated, as well. My parents can...well, they can go sit on a porcupine. I want us to be together."

Renke's heterochromatic green and purple eyes gazed down at the petite Unicorn in quite the serious gaze. "You sure that's what ya want?" He questioned huskily as he lifted Penni's chin. "Once you're mine, I aint gonna give you back."

"I don't want you to let me go," Pennicola announced desperately. "Even if my parents never speak to me again…" The Perazan's voice broke. "Or I can never return home ever again…see my s-siblings..." The teen hiccupped.

"Penni..." Renke hissed, "My precious Penni." The larger man then dove down to kiss the Unicorn fervently. He didn't care how low he had to bend, he did his best to kiss the daylights out of him. "I'll do whatever I can so you can at least see 'em all again, I swear it."

The pale-haired Unicorn gave a little hop, wrapping his arms and legs around Ren and burying his face in the taller man's neck, sniffling.

"I can still see my family right now...but, they said I had to keep seeing Shelly." Penni hiccupped again. "I can't even simply take him out on pretend dates, though. It wouldn't be fair to Simon and Shelly." The pale Unicorn clung tightly to his love. "I don't know what to do..."

Renke straightened up, carrying Pennicola like he weighed nothing. "We'll just have to force 'em to accept us, luv," he suggested. "They can't stop you from visiting them, I'd tear down their very guards if they tried."

"What if you ask Prince Winter to help? Isn't he your cousin?" Amshel asked as he neared them. "If he's to be king, then no one can go against anything he says, right?"

"Prince Winter has much more important issues to concern himself with than his silly cousin's inability to show my parents how perfect and wonderful Ren is." Penni rubbed his cheek against his love's warm shoulder, loving the gentle strength in the arms holding him. "If nothing else works, I'll speak to Winter. I just need to work harder to make Mother and Father see what I see in Ren." The Unicorn sighed softly. "I'm just not sure what to do in the meantime."

"I don't mind you using Shel for cover," Simon said, his heart going out to the couple. "At least until we get ourselves sorted, mated, and have things settled in the family. If it's alright with Shel, that is." The Nightmare frowned. "As long as you don't get smoochy or anything."

"Cosmos, no!" Amshel gasped. "I-I mean yes we can do the cover. But, I couldn't bear the thought of kissing anyone else."

"I'm of the same mind," Renke growled in response as he gazed at Penni. "If you want to buy some time with the little tyke, that's fine, as long as you remember who you belong to."

Pennicola went boneless in Renke's arms.

"Mmm, I'm yours, Ren," the Unicorn purred, unable to resist rubbing, just a little, against the tight muscles of Renke's abdomen. "I wish you would take me..."

Felix giggled beside them as he watched the show avidly.

The brunet Nightmare wanted nothing more than to take the Unicorn right then and there, other eyes be damned. But, then his stomach gave a loud grumble. Ren made a sour face and tsked. "I will. I promise ya, I will. Right after we get some food. Otherwise, we won't have 'nuff energy to."

Amshel stood on the tips of his toes and tugged Simon down for a kiss. "I'm going to take them to the kitchens with Felix. Stay safe and keep out of sight of Allie!"

"Maybe I'll just lay down for a while." Simon smiled at Shelly. "Mind if I crawl under your covers? I'm not sure I'd make it home without passing out into a bush."

The mixed Nightmare's eyes lit right up. "Then, I should be back soon," he responded, happy that Simon chose to stay.

"Come on then, let's get some grub so we can all go back to doing more fun stuff," Felix declared as he led group off to the kitchens.