The Hatter and The Hare?! (Mature)

He struggles a laugh. "If it has, it's only a bunch of saplings..."

Mad Sylas kisses the back of her neck. "Onto the main course, love?"

"Saplings can still be pretty." She offered.

Mad Beyril chuckled, "Of course, baby."

Sylas nods. "Yeah, I s'pose. Nothing like those tall trees, though. Not nearly as majestic..."

Mad Sylas grins, lifting her up and bending her over the table, right between them. He places his hands on her hips, starting. He moans loudly. "God damn, Beyril...That feels wonderful..."

Beyril immediately turned a bright red, turning away.

She gasps, "Oh, Sylas..." She groaned, gripping the table.

Sylas looks up, blushing deeply.

Mad Sylas shifts them slightly, grabbing Sylas's head. "You know you w-want to watch, Sylas. Don't deny it..."

Beyril glanced over and went pale, before quickly looking away again.

Mad Beyril gave pleasured cries, moaning, "Oh, yes... Oh yes, Sylas... I want it so bad..."

Sylas tries to turn his head, but Mad Sylas has a tight grip on it.

Mad Sylas grins at Beyril. "You know you want to watch too, love. You can just remember how good it felt, can't you. Watching this brings back all those memories..."

Beyril looked away, holding her hand over her mouth. She looked like she was going to be sick.

Mad Beyril groaned, then cried out, gripping the table hard.

Sylas closes his eyes, whispering something to himself.

Mad Sylas continues to look at Beyril, grinning wide. "Don't be like that, Beyril. Deep down you know you loved every second of it. Every little feeling, every touch..."

Beyril's face took on a greenish tint, and her hands shook.

Mad Beyril cried, "Oh, harder!" she gasped, biting hard on her lip.

Sylas closes his eyes tighter, blushing a deep red.

Mad Sylas continues to taunt Beyril. "You can act like it made you sick, but it didn't. Your body loved it. I could feel it..."

Beyril's eyes teared up, but she kept looking away, trying to ignore them.

Mad Beyril gasped, moaning and crying out loudly in pleasure.

Sylas continues whatever mantra he'd been repeating, looking back up at the sky.

Mad Sylas lets go of him, shifting to be next to Beyril. "Stop trying to deny what you're body is feeling, Beyril. I can see it in your posture, in the blush on your face. Stop denying it..."

Tears rolled down Beyril's face as she looked up at the sky. She was trying to ignore them, but it wasn't doing much.

Mad Beyril cried out beneath him.

Mad Sylas gently pulls Beyril to look first at him, then at her other self. "That's how you were last night. Don't you look so happy? Doesn't your body look like it's having a great time? It could be like that again..."

Beyril squeezed her eyes closed, clenching her jaw.

Mad Sylas shrugs, speeding up his tempo. He leans on top of Mad Beyril, his hands traveling to her chest. "Tell them how much you love it. Tell her how much you love it..."

Mad Beyril grinned, moaning, "Oh, I love it. I want it so bad.."

He grins, going at a rough pace. "Louder, love. Don't think she can hear you. Tell her how it feels..."

Mad Beyril cried out louder, "Oh yes... Yes!"

Mad Sylas kisses her neck. "I-I want you to tell her e-exactly what your b-body is feeling...T-Tell her what she's m-missing..."

Mad Beyril cried, "O-oh it f-feels so good... So good..."

Mad Sylas groans softly, releasing. "Y-You're both missing out...You're both losing your chance..."

Beyril turned to the side, sinking to her knees, and threw up.

Mad Beyril chuckled, "She's pathetic. Waste of time."

Mad Sylas pulls away from Mad Beyril, stretching. "What now, love?"