A Small Island (Mature)

Charim leans up into the kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist.

Charim moans softly, wrapping her arms around her. "My king....My love...."

Charim squirms, eyes half closed. "R-Reaver...d-don't tease me..."

Charim practically screams his name, clutching tightly to him. She moans loudly, not caring at all about Reaver having jumped.

Charim pulls Reaver into a kiss as they the water, releasing as well. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, and her arms latched around him as well.

Charim snuggles close to him, smiling lightly. "Carry me back to the house?"

OOC: I'm trying to decide when to put my plan into action....

Charim smiles, cuddling close to him. "Ok...that works too." She snuggles close to him, smiling lightly. "I love you, my king..."

Charim snuggles closer, her broom slowly drifting down to them. It moved at a relatively slow pace, and Charim continued to cuddle into Reaver. "You're so warm, Reaver..."

Before they reach the house, the broom is spun around by a blast of magical energy. In the distance is a group of three bats, who quickly turn themselves into witches, flying towards the two at high speeds.

The witches fly in, surrounding Reaver. "You killed our sister. You will share her fate..." The witch is then hit by Charim's broom, though Charim is nowhere to be seen.

The witches stay over the water, slowly drifting down. This proves fatal for the last witch, who is swallowed whole as a great white shark leaps out of the ocean, catching her unaware and dragging her beneath. The shark seems to wave a Reaver as it dives.

The witches look at one another, clearly weighing their options. The youngest of the witches foolishly charges Reaver, ignoring any dangers. "DIE MURDERER!"

The witch rams into his arm, clearly dazed. The third witch settle on the ground, pale and watching the ordeal. Charim walks out of the water, holding the witches soul in one hand.