Ingrid immediately brightened at the suggestion. "A game? Sure," she agreed, hopping up from her cushion. "I've got a pretty decent collection of classic holo-games. Or," her eyes lit up with mischief, "we could play 'Truth or Dare.' Though, I'm not sure everyone here could handle it." Her gaze flicked pointedly toward the drink table.

Leia let out a sharp, dismissive scoff. "Games? How childish." She rose from her own cushion in one fluid, decisive motion, grabbing her small bag. "I've had enough of this. I'm leaving."

She started for the door, but paused as she passed Zaeryn. She stopped, turning to face him, her expression a mask of cold, predatory promise. "Don't think all this family talk changes anything," she said, her voice low. "Tomorrow, in the Aegis Chamber, there's no name, no reputation, and no 'cheap shots' that will save you. Enjoy your games tonight, anomaly. I'll enjoy dismantling you tomorrow."

With a final, lingering glare that promised pain, she turned and strode out of the lounge, the door hissing shut behind her.

"Well," Genevieve murmured into the silence, "she's a ray of sunshine."

Ingrid just laughed, looping her arm through Zaeryn's again. "Come on. Let's come up with game ideas. And don't worry about Leia... I think she secretly likes you."

"Yeah, right," Zaeryn muttered, letting himself be pulled along, the tension of the confrontation already fading. He settled down. "So, 'Truth or Dare' it is?" Genevieve asked, her eyes sparkling, already moving to the carpet where the others were.

"Absolutely," Ingrid confirmed, dropping onto the floor cushion right in front of him. She grabbed an empty ale bottle from the low table. "Simple rules. Spin the bottle. No backing out."

"I'm in," Genevieve said immediately, her hand coming to rest possessively on Zaeryn's thigh.

"I would love to stay longer and play, but it's getting late, so I'll be leaving now."

"Me too. See you later, Zaeryn."

He gave a nod in response.

Some of the girls left, leaving only 6 of them.

Morticia gave a single nod. "I guess it's just us now."

"Well, it's still playable."

Meira and Ryla exchanged a glance. "What's the worst that could happen?" Meira shrugged, her adventurous side winning out. Ryla just sighed and nodded, clearly outnumbered.

"Alright," Zaeryn said, feeling the focused attention of all five women. "Let's do it."

Ingrid placed the bottle in the center. "Who wants to spin first?"

"Zaeryn should," Genevieve insisted, giving his thigh a squeeze. "He's the guest. He gets to start the chaos."

"Fair enough." Zaeryn took the bottle and gave it a solid spin. The amber glass blurred, spinning rapidly before slowly ticking to a stop. The neck pointed directly... at Morticia.

Morticia raised an elegant eyebrow, her expression calm. "Lucky me, I'm first. I'll go with dare…. wait… no, no, Truth! I choose the truth."

Zaeryn laughed at her indecision. "Okay, Truth it is."

Genevieve didn't miss a beat. "I'll ask," she purred, her eyes glittering as she looked at Morticia. "Morticia, did kissing Zaeryn confirm your suspicion? And if so," her voice dropped, "are you hoping to do it again?"

Morticia's calm gaze met Zaeryn's for a fraction of a second before returning to Genevieve. "He simply exceeded my expectations," she stated simply. "And yes. I would be open to gathering to do more. Perhaps even," her lips curved in a faint, knowing smile, "something more pleasurable that involves less clothes… if Zaeryn is willing."

Zaeryn's eyebrows shot up. He was willing.

"My turn," Morticia said before her friends could react to her declaration. She took the bottle. She gave it a precise, controlled spin. It spun neatly, landing with its neck pointing directly at Meira.

The shy one of the bunch, Meira had been content to watch so far, but now all eyes were on her. Her bold demeanor from earlier disappeared, she did not expect it to be her turn yet. "Oh... okay." She hesitated, glanced at Zaeryn, and then back at Morticia. "Dare," she finally said, her voice a little nervous.

Morticia smiled, but before she could speak, Ingrid cut in, her voice dripping with predatory amusement. "Ooh, a dare for Meira. I have the perfect one." She looked at Morticia, who simply shrugged, a silent, amused gesture giving Ingrid the floor.

Ingrid's stormy eyes locked onto Meira. "I dare you to take off your top... and let Zaeryn lick your breasts."

The room went dead silent. Ryla let out a small gasp, her cheeks instantly flaming red. Genevieve's eyes widened, then her lips curved into a slow, appreciative grin.

Meira's own face went pale, then flushed a deep crimson. "Ingrid! What the hell?" she whispered, her voice tight with shock. "Here? In front of everyone?"

"A dare's a dare," Genevieve said, her hand giving Zaeryn's thigh an encouraging squeeze under the table. "You're the one who suggested 'empirical research,' Meira. Don't back out now."

Meira's gaze shot to Zaeryn. He wasn't looking like he minded, neither was looking expectant; he was just... watching, his expression unreadable, waiting for her decision. That, more than anything, gave her a strange surge of courage. She took a deep breath, her resolve hardening. "Fine," she whispered, a little annoyed.

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it up and over her head, her dark, asymmetrical hair falling back into place. Underneath, she wore a simple, functional black bra.

Ingrid just clicked her tongue, a sound of disappointment. "Top off, Meira. That includes the bra. That's the dare."

Meira shot Ingrid a look that promised murder, but she turned her back to the group, her hands fumbling with the clasp. A second later, the bra was off, and she turned back around, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest. Her breasts were big and full, high, with pale skin and dark, hardened nipples.

"Don't hide," Ingrid commanded softly.

Meira slowly lowered her arms, her entire body flushed as she stood before Zaeryn. Deep down she wanted this, and was eager for him to touch her breasts. Having felt how making out with him felt. She knew his touch promised pleasure she had never experienced before.

Zaeryn looked up at her. He felt the heat radiating from Genevieve and Morticia beside him, sensing the shocked silence of the room. He rose slowly from the bench, closing the small distance between them. He wrapped his hands around her waist for support and he leaned in slowly, his gaze locked on hers.

His tongue darted out, tracing the circle of one aureole before his mouth closed gently over the peak, sucking lightly.

A sharp, shattered gasp ripped from Meira's throat. Her hands flew up, fisting in his hair, her back arching as her eyes rolled back. He gave her other breast the same attention, a slow, deliberate lick that made her whimper, her knees visibly buckling as he fingers tightened in Zaeryn's hair, pulling him closer as his mouth worked over her sensitive skin.

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