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Staring deep into Julian's eyes, Myst could see the internal conflict waring within them as she held herself in front of him. While having seen horrible things herself, it pained her knowing that he saw something such as that, and still thought about others before himself.

"You can't hold these things inside your head to terrorize yourself with things you can't control." She would say before gently placing her hand against his cheek. "You can talk to me if you need to get anything off of your chest."

"I... don't want to burden you with my experiences of the human world, Myst." Julian would say, feeling her surprisingly soft skin against his own which almost lit a fire within him.

"It's not about being a burden, Julian. It's about having support. If you don't accept it, you'll do more damage to yourself that could never be repaired." She'd retort as she pressed her forehead against his own.

"Just because we've known each other for a long time, Myst... doesn't mean I can tell you about what I experienced in the world of humanity... Some things are better not repeating the memory of." He'd say in a low whisper.

"Then how am I supposed to help you, Julian?" Myst would ask as she slowly removed her hand from his skin. "How can I help you deal with it then?"

"What do you want me to say, Myst?" Julian would ask her. He honestly didn't know what he could tell her. He didn't know what could take these horrible images that he had in his brain away.

Letting out a sigh, Myst gathered up all of the courage that she had before reaching under the towel and firmly grasping his member in her hands, earning a surprised gasp from Julian as his entire face lit up like a light.

"M-Myst what are you doing?" He would sporadically say while being in her hand. "Y-you're claimed by Boris"

"Claimed by him in word alone." Myst would say as she started to slowly stroke his shaft. "He hasn't claimed my body. Simply because I kick his ass each time he tries."

"But the rules," Julian breathed as she began to stroke him faster. It was definitely a sensation he wasn't used to. Feeling her soft skin against the most sensitive part of his body.

"Your body doesn't seem to care about the rules, Julian. And neither should you at this moment, " Myst would say as she felt her fangs beginning to elongate as she moved herself closer to him. A part of her felt excited seeing how powerless he was in her hands. Why was that?

Panting from the feeling of pleasure he felt from her touch, Julian knew he had to stop this before it went too far. But he didn't want to. In fact, he wanted more of the woman before him. But he couldn't.

It was wrong to take the claim of another. Even more so to have any form of adult relations with them.

"Myst... we have to stop," Julian would pant as she increased the frequency of her strokes.

"I'm only doing this once, Julian. Just sit back and enjoy the release." Myst would say before embedding her fangs into his shoulder.

Crying out, Julian quickly found release into her hand as he sat there panting. Earning a pleased smile from Myst who simply looked at her hand.

"Now was that so bad for Julian?" She would say into his ear before backing away from him and beginning to lick her hand clean. "The comics make this seem like a good substance."

"No one can know about this," Julian would say, panting as he slowly sat up, his face redder than a lobster. "And I mean no one, Myst."

"You're not thinking about those thoughts anymore though, so it all worked out in the end." Myst would say, her mischievous smile playing at her lips again. Walking to the other side of the sauna, she grabbed her towel, with the injury on her back being less noticeable.

Julian went to retort as he thought to himself in silence for a moment. She was right. Although the method was a surprising one, it worked. If only it wasn't so embarrassing.

"Now I believe this was your plan." Julian would say, adjusting his towel.

Myst would look at him, sighing. "Julian, it wasn't my plan to give you a hand. I just couldn't take the fact that you were letting it torture you. So I did something you would think about more often." She'd explain to him as she sat down. "Think what you will, Julian. As you said. Nothing happened and I'm claimed by Boris."

Julian looked down. Taking a deep breath, he wove a magical circle around him as he found himself inside of his room, suddenly cold. He knew she was right. But he had to think.

Rubbing his face with his hands, the only thing that came to his min. was her and how she looked. Shaking his head, he tried to clear his mind as he went to his bathroom and started a shower.

Myst sat alone in the sauna as she let out a saddened breath before wrapping her towel around her body once more. Her mind was racing with images of what could have been.

Looking at the ceiling, she held up the hand that had been covered in Julian's DNA and let out a shaky breath.

"After all these years, you don't seem to understand that it is you I want to be claimed by Julian..." Myst would say as she felt something other than sweat trickle down her cheeks.

Wiping away the tears, she took a deep breath as she stood and opened the sauna door, letting out all of the steam that had built up within the room. Her eyes widened as she saw a figure undressing.

"Why hello Boris." Myst would say in a low tone, earning the man's attention who eyed her with a predator-like hunger.

"Why hello, my sweet; enjoy your time with the princeling?" He'd ask, his voice almost fueled by envy and anger.

"He's my friend, Boris. I can be around him wherever I please." Myst would say, staring down the man.

"If that's the case, you shouldn't have any issues with a man handling another how he needs to then." Boris would growl as he approached her. "Get dressed, Myst. I'm going to challenge your friend to a right of claiming."