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 Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2025 5:11 pm
This is actually a connected set of apartments. There are two full apartments with a connecting door between them
The apartments are decorated similarly for now: living room done in soothing colors, bathroom set with large tub in the center and an open shower, bedroom set with king sized bed and twin closets.
After this, they'll decorate as desired
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2025 5:15 pm
Razor carried Khiva into the apartment he'd been shown to and took her directly to the bedroom so he could lay her on the bed. He stripped off his vest, shirt, and boots then pulled her shoes off, "Anything else you want to take off, Honeycomb? I don't want to take off too much and get you mad at me this soon," he asked her, keeping his deep voice soft for now. He decided to treat her like a shifter that shifted for the first time and tweak that as he went along. He remembered his first shift and decided that hers was much less brutal. He wanted to crawl in next to her and hold her but he didn't want to go too far and make her uncomfortable. But he couldn't resist cupping her cheek and gently petting her there, giving a pleased rumble at the sensation. "I thought you were beautiful before, but you're off the scale now. I could pet you for hours and never get enough of you under my hands," his hand trailed down her neck and shoulder until he could lift her hand in his, giving a brief grin and another rumble, "I also know what these claws would do my back..." he couldn't resist that one and openly adjusted his pants in a vain attempt to make more room. Her scent was filling the space fast and becoming more defined by the moment. She now smelled like warm honey on a hot summer day, honeycomb freshly cut from the hive, wildflower honey that he remembered from his childhood, and the distinct scent that could only come from bees. He couldn't describe the last scent more than that but he knew that's what it was because bees still carried their own scent. He wanted to see if he could get her scent to come out more, to see if there was more to it. But he had to behave until she gave him clearance for more... He still let her hand rest on the bed and traced over her outer hip and thigh down to her foot, noting that those held claws as well. He loved it. He loved her fur. He loved the claws, her eyes, the delicate point to her ears, the way she started to purr under his petting. He finally cupped her cheek again and found himself almost desperate to know that she still wanted him... He still wanted to sink his teeth into her skin and taste her blood as he Marked her as his. He wanted to have her bite him, to have her claim him as her own. He wanted to feel her come apart under his touch, to see her face when he gave her pleasure. He wanted to hear her laugh if he tickled her. He wanted to spar with her, to feel how deadly she could be... He traced his thumb over her lower lip, "No matter your name, no matter what you look like, no matter your species... I still want to go to sleep next to you, wake up with you in my arms, and love you for eternity... I still want to Mark you as mine so that everyone can see my Claim and know that I'll rip them apart for touching you... I want you to Mark me, knowing that you'll claw up any female that looks at me... I want to hear you laugh, scream in rage, and purr under my hands... I just want you, my very own Honeycomb...." he said in a nearly-hoarse whisper, his voice carrying his hope that she wouldn't turn him down now...
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2025 8:23 pm
Khiva kept her face buried in Razor's neck as he carried her to the apartment, using his scent to keep her from getting overwhelmed by her newly enhanced senses. Even with the blocks Amir had put in place, it was still hard to keep from getting overwhelmed, and she found herself grateful and slightly curious about just how much her senses would be overwhelming her without those blocks. She relaxed when Razor pulled her shoes off and looked down to her feet, tilting her head as she thought about his question. After a few moments, she looked up at him and gave a response he may not have been expecting. "All of it," she said. "Everything I'm wearing is very much not right for my body now. None of it is the right size anymore." She couldn't say exactly how her body had changed just yet, but she knew that she was at least a little bit taller, and she seemed to have gained a little bit of weight in a few places that she was fairly sure Razor would find quite appealing. She shivered a bit as he cupped her cheek and started gently petting her there, her body reacting even more strongly to his touch now that she had been returned to her true form. When he started talking about her being beautiful and said that he could pet her for hours, the fur on her cheek puffed out a bit in what he might recognize as a blush, the light hitting that deep crimson in just such a way that it almost seemed to be glowing for a moment. She looked down to his hand for a moment when he commented on her claws and laughed softly. "Oh, I have a feeling that it would be more than just your back getting to feel my claws," she stated, surprising herself with how confident she managed to sound with that comment. She couldn't help but squirm and purr from his touches as he spoke and described what he wanted, able to hear that hope in his voice. Her hand moved from the bed and up to cup his cheek. When she spoke, her voice was in a gentle whisper that held a certainty and confidence that she really hadn't known before. "I said it before, and I'll say it again. I'm yours, Razor. And you're mine. Period. Full stop. All of the things you just described wanting are things that I want too. If you're afraid that I might turn you down, let me just get rid of that now and reassure you that I won't. It may take a little bit of time for me to fully wrap my head around the fact that I'm a Hylarr and that my human form was just a disguise, but I finally feel at home for the first time in my life. That feeling of my skin not quite fitting right, that itch that screamed at me that I was wrong, is finally gone. I'm finally just me, and while it may take some time to fully understand just what that means, I can say one thing for sure. There isn't a proper, complete 'me' without you."
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2025 9:28 pm
Razor watched her eyes as she spoke, turning to kiss her palm when she cupped his face. He helped her to her feet then slowly helped her out of her clothes, unable to resist petting her with each inch of fur he revealed. She was so very soft and she smelled so damned good... He finally got it all off and considered her briefly. He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom to stand her in front of the mirror with him standing behind her. "Look how beautiful you are... My Honeycomb... My female... My Mate... So beautiful.. so tempting..." he growled out softly. He'd meant to just let her see herself but he couldn't help it. When she was in front of him like this... He let his hands move over her fur, letting her watch him pet her while he fought with his bear. His bear was pushing him to claim her, demanding the Mate Bond. But he had to give her a few more minutes. He had to give her this chance. He felt her tail twitching between his ankles and dearly hoped she wasn't deliberately teasing him with it. If she was, he going to see if he could make that glorious a** glow... Did she know what she did to him? Did she know she affected him? While standing behind her, he finally stripped out of his pants, wanting to finally feel her against his skin. He wrapped his hands around her waist pulled her back against him, dropping his face into her neck to inhale her scent and let her feel him behind her. He gave her a few more minutes then he couldn't resist her any more. He carried her back to the bed and let them both get lost in each other. Somewhere in it all, his teeth breached her skin, and she did the same to him. After that was teeth, claws, and screams as they Claimed each other completely. One benefit to Bonding was he was somehow able to help her stabilize her senses. She'd still have to get used to it, but he could help her in the process. He finally let her sleep, holding her tight to his side, halfway on top of him with his arm keeping her there. It was as he was afraid to wake up and find her gone, or to find that he'd dreamed it all. As if the claw marks, bites, and Mark didn't absolutely prove it happened...
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2026 11:50 pm
Khiva allowed Razor to help her to her feet and out of her clothes, letting out a soft sigh of relief as her body was exposed, though she couldn't help but let out slightly surprised sounds and whimpers when she felt Razor petting her as her fur was revealed. She made a surprised sound as she was picked up, unable to stop herself from curling into him instinctively as she enjoyed the feeling of being held. She was confused when she was placed in front of the mirror, feeling him behind her as she looked at herself in the mirror. She shivered a bit when she heard his words come out in that growl, taking a deep breath as he started to pet her while she looked in the mirror and watched him. She squirmed and whined softly as his hands moved over her, unable to stay silent as his touch sent waves through her body. Her whines became slightly desperate when he stripped out of his pants and she got to fully feel his skin against her fur. By the time he carried her back to the bed, she was a squirming, meowling mess. Her enhanced senses were overloaded from his attention, and her entire body was craving the Bond. She was in a bit of a haze as they got lost in each other, falling completely into her instincts and simply doing what felt right. Once he finally let her sleep, she stayed curled up with him, her arm draped across him possessively with her claws lightly pressed into his skin to keep him from moving. She didn't know exactly what her future would hold, but she knew where she belonged and was able to rest well in the knowledge that she had her Mate to face it with her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2026 4:22 pm
Razor slowly woke to the scent of honey and gave a pleased rumble as he pulled Khiva in tighter against him. He gave a rumbling growl when he felt her claws at his side and grinned as he took her hand in his before he turned them both so that he could kiss her awake, then bury his face in her neck to inhale her scent. He finally placed a teasing kiss to her Mark before pulling back to watch her face as he ran his hand down her side in a teasing pet he'd already learned drove her crazy. He just grinned at her then scooped her up to carry her into the bathroom. He set her on a bench as he started up the shower, letting the water warm up as he gathered up what they'd need to get clean. Yes, he was taking care of her. It was what a good Mate was supposed to do. Pops and Widow had taught him that. But it was more than that. He genuinely wanted to take care of her, wanted to spoil her, wanted to show her what it meant to be appreciated. When the water was ready, he scooped her up again and stepped under the spray, getting her wet so that he could make certain that her fur was thoroughly clean and her hair was washed. Only then did he reach for the unscented bathing oil for himself. He'd already scented the servants that had left food and clothing in the living room as well as their bags from the horses. But he knew she was going to need a moment after he'd cleaned her up, knowing full well that having his hands moving over every inch of her had been relaxing and stimulating at the same time. So she was going to need a moment to recover. As it was, he was having to fight his bear a bit. b*****d wanted to Claim her again. But Razor knew she was likely too sore right now. He hadn't exactly been gentle last night. He briefly considered that meeting his bear might be a good distraction for her. His bear really liked that idea....
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2026 7:46 pm
Khiva made a pleased sound in her sleep as Razor pulled her in tighter against him, the scent of whiskey surrounding her and making her feel safe and at ease. She snapped awake when he turned their bodies so that he could kiss her awake, purring softly into that kiss and melting a bit. She buried her face in his neck to get a good dose of his scent and then gave a sharp n** to his neck while her tail gently rubbed along his body to tease him the way he was teasing her. She curled into him when he scooped her up and was nice and comfortable as he carried her into the bathroom to get the shower started. She wasn't used to being taken care of like this, but she was certainly enjoying his attention. She made a soft sound when the water hit her, not used to the feeling of her fur being wet and taking a few moments to get used to it as he worked to make sure that she was fully cleaned and washed. Once he picked up the bathing oils for himself, she offered him a slight smirk and took it from him to work on helping him to get clean as well, occasionally pausing to take in his scent. Once they were both cleaned, she buried her face in his skin again and simply inhaled his scent. "It took a bit of time, but I figured out why you smell like whiskey for me," she murmured. "I've never been one for drinking or anything like that, so it didn't make sense that it was the scent that would really get me. But I remember some things that were suppressed when me and my brother were disguised as humans. It isn't a lot because we were really young at the time, but there are some bits and pieces that have come back now."She pressed a kiss against his skin and then looked up at him. "I remember us staying at an old tavern for a bit. The people there were really nice to us and helped to hide us for a while. They played games with us and were basically family until we had to run again. There was never any other time that I can remember feeling as safe or as happy as I did then."She rubbed against him a bit and purred softly as she took in that scent. "That's what you smell like. Not just whiskey. Safety and happiness. A real home where I don't have to hide and can be safe and happy and loved."
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2026 3:19 am
Razor held her for a moment then grabbed a towel and started the process of getting the water out of her fur, something he didn't mind at all. "I can't promise what will happen tomorrow. But I can promise that I will do my best to keep you safe and happy and make sure you know that you're loved. That, you will never have to question," he promised her softly as he knelt in front of her to get the water out of the fur on her legs. He went quiet as he worked, letting his actions and their Bond speak for him. He wasn't usually one for words, after all. He then grabbed a soft bristle brush that he found in a cabinet and started brushing her fur and hair dry. It was something that took time to do but he loved doing it. It let him find the spots that felt good to her, not just the spicy spots. He genuinely loved taking care of her like this. He'd grown up watching other couples interact in the Den. The bears were a rough bunch most of the time. Their particular society wasn't for most people. Most of their males were on the dominant side, ultra protective, and certainly strong masculine types. But for them, masculine didn't mean you had to be an a*****e. They raised their females to know they were treasured. They had rules, but there wasn't anything that couldn't be lived with. Their males were raised to know how to treat a female, when to be firm and when to be gentle. His sister's previous mate was an anomaly. But he was one that had been dealt with swiftly and brutally. To be honest, Razor had enjoyed killing the b*****d and he made no apologies about it. Brushing her fur dry took time to do but he did enjoy it. He finally led her into the living room after wrapping a towel around his waist. They found a tray on the coffee table with dishes he didn't recognize. He guessed that they were old Hylarr recipes just because of Sebastet. They were finger foods, easily eaten without cutlery. He took a seat on the couch and pulled her with him, "Let's get you fed then see what we want to do. I'd like you and your brother to meet Pops, our Alpha, and meet Griz as well, he's our main Enforcer. You'll get to meet Doc when he can get to the castle, he's our Beta. We have more coming in on another ship. There aren't a whole lot of us but there's enough. It's mainly our cubs, we raise them in a creche system where everyone raises the kids together instead of putting the strain on individual parents. It lessens the load and raises the cubs to be more secure in themselves. The rest of our females are coming with them as well as a few males that stayed to offer protection. Griz told me that we've been given a set of caves on the island to use so we have a home here," he paused his explanation, glad that she'd been eating while he'd spoken. But now he came to a more sensitive piece of information, "I'm our Gamma, third in the ranking. Below me are our Enforcers, above is the Beta and Alpha. Our Mates usually share our position. I don't think anyone will be stupid enough to challenge you for your position as Gamma Female, but I wouldn't say it's impossible. We do have a few females that have been trying to climb up for a while. None of them could get past Ginger. But now, they'd have to come through you," he explained to her, hoping that she'd understand the implications of what he was telling her. He also hoped she had it in her to defend her position at his side. Unfortunately, it was a long-standing policy to allow Challenges. They weren't done often. Maybe one every ten to fifty years or so. But they did have a few females that could do with a little humbling.
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