Alisha is a practical and efficient woman with a caring nature. She is diligent in her responsibilities as a personal assistant and displays professionalism in her appearance and demeanor. Despite her serious and focused personality, she also values moments of quiet reflection and enjoys the little joys in life. She is attentive to Lee's needs, ensuring he looks presentable and offering him compliments, while maintaining a professional boundary.

In the morning, Alisha woke to her alarm going off loudly. She cut it off and let out a loud groan. She untangled herself from the sheets and climbed out of bed. She grabbed her glasses and slipped them onto her face. She walked out of her room and into the kitchen area. She tugged her shirt down so it reached her knees and started making a pot of coffee. She was surprised by just how nice the coffee was. It was instant but at least it was the good kind of instant. Leaning against the counter, she ran her fingers through her short, brown hair a few times to untangle her hair. She shook her head and tilted her head back. She yawned loudly and waited patiently for the pot to fill. She wanted something to wake her up fully before she ordered room service.

Once the pot filled, she poured herself a cup and sat down in a chair by the window. It was early and she savored the silence. She pulled her knees up to her chest and sinked into the chair. She hummed loudly as she sipped the coffee slowly. She stared out at nothingness and just let her mind wonder. She was glad that they didn't have anything to do until later. She wanted to enjoy the silence for as long as she could. She would wake up Lee once their breakfast got there. She was sure that he was still asleep so she would have no fear of him coming out to see her in her state of undress.

Lee didn't sleep that well. He wasn't sure how much sleep he actually got but he knew it was not much. Most of the time he distracted himself with his phone looking at his Twitter feed of his last night performance. There were lots of bootlegs video of him singing "Angels from Montgomery," littered with mostly flattering comments. "Iceman returneth!" was one of his favorites. He felt like he dodged a bullet with that show as he really didn't feel confident in his playing, but the positive reviews spurred him on to be more spontaneous or at least appear that way in future shows.

He heard a commotion out in the rest of the suite and assumed his new babysitter / PA was out there preparing his agenda for the day. He rolled out of bed and went straight to the shower. He wanted to wash up and look more presentable for some reason. He actually felt intimidated by her and strangely wanted to please her. So he took a good shower, washing thoroughly probably in places he usually ignored. He scrubbed his hair of its greasiness. He got out and looked at himself in the mirror. He began fussing with his appearance like he was a teenager, combing his hair this way and that, trying out different styles, and then settled on the fashionably tousled look which strangely was supposed to look like he just crawled out of bed. He even shaved and then quickly regretted thinking now he looked like a little boy. It would get back to its normal stubbly appearance by the time of his next show which was in a couple of days in LA. That would give them a day to travel and a day to check out that beach he promised her. He worried that she might be put off if he came across with romantic overtones, so he would do his best to keep it professional. Although he had to admit he had not been laid since early rehab with that nurse who was a fan, so he had to play it cool and try and think of her as not a conquest.

He found some raggedy jeans and faded T-shirt and rambled out into the suite to see what she had brewing for the day.

Alisha closed her eyes and sank into the chair. She was halfway through with her coffee when she heard the showering running nearby. She sat up confused. He was awake? She figured she would have to wake him up herself. She stood up and quickly went into her room. She shut the door behind her and picked up her suitcase. She pulled out an outfit and quickly dressed herself. She slid on a pair of black tights, a black pencil skirt, and her blouse was a light pink color. She grabbed a pair of short heels and stepped out with her cup of coffee in hand. She looked over at him and was pleasantly surprised with how he cleaned himself up. She stepped over to him and looked him over. "Good morning, Mr. Gowne." She hummed softly. She reached up and almost touched his cheek but she stopped herself before she could. He looked pretty handsome. She wondered how he would look in a suit and tie. He even smelled nice like maly soap.

She quickly pulled her hand away and looked away from him. The expression on her face never changing."You look nice, clean. Are you feeling better after sleeping? If you slept. I know you were having a hard time last night. Would you like breakfast? I was planning to order some room service for myself so I can add something for you as well." She sipped her coffee and set it onto a nearby table. She set her shoes onto the ground and placed her hand on his shoulder for balance as she slid them onto her feet. "Excuse me." She muttered softly and released him once her heels were perfectly in place. Her hair was still down as she tucked the loose strands behind her ears. "Would you like some coffee? I just made a fresh pot." She walked over to the kitchen and poured him a cup anyway without waiting for his response. "How do you take it? Black? Sugar? Cream?"

"Coffee sounds great! Lots of sugar a little cream if you don't mind." Lee sat down and waited. He liked receiving compliments and he experienced her as a genuinely sweet person. Even more, the reason to keep it cool, he thought. He took in a big breath and took a look out the window at the city. San Francisco was a gorgeous city and he had seen his fair share. He grew up here, so he may be a little biased but overall in comparison, there were few cities to compare. Maybe Paris, he thought.

There was something about her that made him feel bright and cheery. He knew there were probably traveling today but he half hoped to check out some favorite spots of his but wasn't sure about the time. "What's the itinerary for today. I was hoping to get out and get some fresh air. I could show you around to some of my favorite spots. That's if we have time?"

Alisha nodded and worked to get his coffee ready. She set it in front of him and tilted her head to the side as she thought through their day. "You have a short radio interview at about 1:30 to maybe 2:30 and then we fly out of San Francisco International Airport to L.A. at 10pm. So I suppose we have time to go sightseeing if you'd like. We could keep our suitcases in the car so we don't need to come back here at all. That gives us more time to see the sights I suppose. It is my first time in the city." She finished off her own coffee and rinsed the cup out, leaving it in the sink.

"I would like breakfast. I'm about to make a call to the front desk. What would you like? You need to eat something. At least some fruit, toast, maybe a bagel. I'm not taking no for an answer. If you saw no, I'll just order something random and you may not like it so... Speak now, or else eat whatever I get you." She picked the phone and looked through a menu to order from. She instantly saw what she wanted and looked up at him as she waited for an answer.


A man who is a musician and has recently performed. He is in his late teens to early twenties. He wears raggedy jeans and faded t-shirts, and he has greasy hair that he tries to clean up before meeting with Alisha. In terms of personality, he is somewhat insecure about his appearance and performance abilities but also eager to please Alisha. Additionally, he is interested in spending time with her outside of work-related activities.

"Coffee sounds great! Lots of sugar a little cream if you don't mind." Lee sat down and waited. He liked receiving compliments and he experienced her as a genuinely sweet person. Even more, the reason to keep it cool, he thought. He took in a big breath and took a look out the window at the city. San Francisco was a gorgeous city and he had seen his fair share. He grew up here, so he may be a little biased but overall in comparison, there were few cities to compare. Maybe Paris, he thought.

There was something about her that made him feel bright and cheery. He knew there were probably traveling today but he half hoped to check out some favorite spots of his but wasn't sure about the time. "What's the itinerary for today. I was hoping to get out and get some fresh air. I could show you around to some of my favorite spots. That's if we have time?"


A large, robust man with a jolly demeanor and a hearty laugh. He has bearded face that often breaks into warm smiles. As the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, he appears rugged and outdoorsy, with strong hands from years of physical work. Despite his jovial nature, there's an odd sense of pleasure he derives from collecting rare creatures or beings, hinting at a peculiar obsession. His personality is straightforward and simple; he does what he likes without much regard for societal norms or expectations. He has an uncanny ability to connect with the strange and bizarre, finding kinship in their misunderstood existence. However, beneath this seemingly benign exterior lurks a darker side: he harbors perverse interests which are subtly hinted at throughout the narrative.

Hagrid smiled as he walked to the Well. As gamekeeper and keeper of the keys and grounds of Hogwarts he has access of some of the best kept secrets locations on Hogwarts. This was a dry wishing well that is believed to have granted the wishes to he who could not be named in his youth. As dangerous as this well once, wishes come at the cost of a rare coin that is created with the soul of a muggle. That was only rumors though and Hagrid was visiting for a different purpose. It was a perfect enclosure for his latest guest, a place where no one can sense her presence. It was important attribute as if anyone knew that she was alive and in his care he would certainly face the most dire consequences as he was also a member of the order of the Phoenix.

Hagrid had a weakness for the strange and bizarre though. He felt he could relate to them on some level as he himself was a strange breed that very few understood. Even though his prisoner was closer to a purebred he knew that she felt unwanted in the new world. That sense of not belonging was the bond that made him save her life. Granted that he wasn't treating her any better than the magical creatures on the grounds, she still had the benefit of safety from her enemies. He wasn't even sure she knew he was her savior as her past was riddled with cruel punishment.

It was about a month since he brought her into the Well. Everyday promptly at 5:00 pm he was at the opening where he rained down the necessary supplies necessary for her to live. He knew she was alive as there was the sound of a scramble down there. Maybe it was the rats, he really didn't know and Hogwarts would have some incredible large rats. Today it was going to be a bit different though. Today he was going to see if she was going to make a new friend.

Instead of the usual pouring of food, he sent down the bucket, with a place for her to sit. The strong man knew she was a powerful witch, but without her wand he was safe, well so he assumed. "Get in!" He shouted as he felt the rope go slack. He waited a minute and then gave a tug as peering into the dark pit was useless. He would never see if she got in.

Bellatrix sat in the dark dank well, she should have died in the battle. Molly had hit her with a killing curse, but all it did was render her unconscious, flying back and hitting into a wall. She figured she had been discovered alive and was now kept prisoner. Not that it matter much to her anymore, the love of her life, her Dark Lord had fallen, her husband was dead not that it mattered but she cared for him but never loved him. Her sister Narcissa had her own family, nor did Cissy even know that Bellatrix was alive.

At the same time everyday food and necessities were dropped down to her. Still rather thin from Azkaban, never fully healing and restoring. Bellatrix was helpless no longer having her wand in her possession, being a prisoner of war. Her life no longer had purpose, at least she had something worth fighting for but now there was nothing. She had no idea how long she had even been down there, she sat there in her despair caressing her dark mark.

Bellatrix saw a shadow, he was back to feed her, like normal. Then looking she saw a bucket fall from the top. Upon hearing him say to get in she looked around and circled the bucket. One thing she knew was she wasn't in Azkaban, which was a plus. Not knowing what was in store and what kind of punishment she was in for. Climbing into the bucket holding on.

The tug of the rope revealed the weight of the captive body. With ease Hagrid pulled the rope up the 200 ft well. He was a bit excited to see her, not that her personality mattered but more of the fact that he was now one of his prizes. Not that he had anything against muggles, but with the recent events the status of pure blood would be on the demise. Like a true collected he wanted to keep a prize for himself. It was a bit funny that one that saw him with disgust was now under his care. As the squeaking rope brought the bucket into the light her face came into view.

"Bellatrix!" He laughed appearing as the loving jolly bearded man. "I hope you are doing well?" The smile almost oblivious of the fact that he had been keeping her like a trapped animal. It was something he always did with the wounded, they needed quiet and safety to recover. The large man offering one hand to pull her from the center of the well as the other firmly held the rope. Despite his rather calm greeting, there was some excitement in Hagrid heart. The one of when making first contact with a wild animal. He considered her to bear similar emotions with her distrust of non pure bloods.

Bellatrix held on afraid of falling from the 200 ft drop. Bellatrix's mental status ranged from her normal age being 47 years old to that of a teenager, all the way to the mind of a 5 year old. Bellatrix was frightened, scared, and lost, not knowing what would happen to her, now that her perfect world had crumbled. She also didn't know what awaited her at the other end of the well, having woken up down there. She had been bandaged, and given potions to help her heal but other than that everything was dropped down to her.

As the light came closer she squirted and closed her eyes though it was starting to dim the light still seemed bright to her from being so far under the earth. Upon hearing her name she turned her head looking a the jolly half breed giant. Bellatrix didn't speak, she glared looking around trying to understand what was going on it was only him there no aurors or anyone to turn her in or take her away. Bellatrix wasn't one to be kept as a pet or kept in a cage. She stayed in the bucket still holding tightly to the rope and bucket afraid of falling back down. Looking at his hand then back to him, her wide crazed eyes fixed on his every move. Her claws wrapped around the rope her nose was up some still holding her head high, as if she was still the queen of the Death Eaters being the only woman, plus being the noble pure blood that she was. Then something dawned on her he was the one holding the rope which if he let go she would take a 200 ft drop. She looked at her hands then over at him, leaning over a bit reaching out to him still afraid of falling, wanting out of the bucket.

The jolly half giant paid no heed to her stuck up nature. He was naturally a simple man. He knew what he like and went about doing it. He had some understanding of what was considered wrong to the masses and in those cases he hid what he did as he was doing in this case. He was a far cry from the evil that she was used to but that didn't bother the man at all. In fact there was some joy to see her act as her natural proud self. That is what he wanted after all, that rare treasure that the world hated. "Don't worry yourself Missy, Hagrid is good with all kind of animals! Even nasty evil minded ones like yourself!" A little laugh as he took her hand and with a solid pull, the queen of the Death Eaters were at his side! He held no reservation of speaking his mind before her, after all she was just a new item to his collection.

His powerful arm didn't let go of hers as he titled her for an inspection. He looked at the bandages which he had placed and with a little poke at the side of her ribs to test if there was squirmy reaction. It was the natural way he checked on the animal even though he knew she could speak. "I suppose the real question is what do I do with you now! I've never had a death eater under my care!" His tone revealing his addiction to acquiring rare animals in Hogwarts.

Bellatrix glared at him as he called her an animal,She was no different than any other, sure she killed, but she was doing what she believed was right. When he pulled her out she went to pull away once out of the bucket, but he had a hold on her arm. She looked at him his filthy unpure hand was touching her. How dare he compare her to some animal, or speak to her they way he was, her head was still high. Bellatrix stayed silent, analyzing the situation at hand.

As he tilted her she struggled some against him, but her body was still sore, she was 47 and had been through hell and back she didn't jump back as well as she used too. Bellatrix moved away squirming some as he poked her side. Upon hearing him ask what he was to do with her, never having a Death Eater before, was he keeping her as some animal? She was one of the most feared witch's of all time, and he was treating her this way.

Hagrid could sense the disgust from her. He wasn't a powerful wizard, but he could sense emotions quite well. He wasn't offended, in fact he adored it. He was going to enjoy this stuck up attitude. Maybe it was humiliation she was feeling to be at the mercy of a unpure being. A jolly laugh as his firm grip pulled on the aged woman. "Don't be like that, I only want to help you, to keep you safe, to keep you alive!" His tone only offering good intentions, but to her, maybe it was a little more, to highlight her care was at the hands of someone she despised.

He pulled her along practically ignoring her feeling. "You are doing well and pretty soon you be back to your old self!" He led her to a close by fountain and if she couldn't guess it, he still took pleasure in revealing the plan. "You need a changed of bandaged, and to be cleaned!" A jolly smile on his bearded face. He wondered how much insults would she bear, though he hadn't expressed any evil intent.

Bellatrix found this absurd, humiliating, and just wrong. She was Bellatrix, the most feared witch of all time, now being rendered to this. Having some filthy half blood caring for her like some creature. Bellatrix tried to pull away from him again as he pulled her forward. The words he spoke were new to her, why would this creature take mercy on her? She was wicked and wanted everyone but the pure bloods destroyed. She was confused and still in pain, she wasn't sure if there was malice behind his words or not, if he was messing with her head or not.

Bellatrix was dragged along with the half giant. Bellatrix hadn't changed really sure she was injured, but her mental status was the same. She just felt tired, weak, and helpless. Bellatrix hissed at his words, as her head hurt not able to vocalize words, he called her dirty even if it was true, it was insulting, though she felt gross.

Hagrid face was only of joy despite the scorned hissing on her part. His hands went to her clothing, stripping her right there in the open. "I understand, you are just scared and helpless. All animals do that to ward off danger." Another jolly laugh. "I told you Bellatrix, I am here to help you, to make you get better. To be a strong and healthy death eater!" He continued with his attitude. His strong arms always had a firm grip on the weak woman.

Soon, the bandages were also off leaving her in just her underwear, panties and bra. The giant eyes taking sneaking glance at her body, almost like a pervert ashamed to make public his interest. Something he hoped her eyes didn't pick up. "Now into the water!" He nudged her to the edge, his hand tasting the cold water.


A proud and dignified woman, who despite her current circumstances, carries herself with the air of nobility. She's likely to have a somewhat aged appearance, around 47 years old, but retains an intimidating aura that comes from being one of the most feared witches of all time. Her body bears the scars and weariness of past battles and hardships, hinting at a life lived fiercely. Despite her weakened state and loss of power, she remains defiant and unyielding in spirit. Her personality is marked by a strong sense of superiority; she despises those she deems impure or beneath her status. However, there are hints of vulnerability in her present situation: she feels lost and scared but struggles to express these emotions due to her deeply ingrained pride.

Bellatrix found this absurd, humiliating, and just wrong. She was Bellatrix, the most feared witch of all time, now being rendered to this. Having some filthy half blood caring for her like some creature. Bellatrix tried to pull away from him again as he pulled her forward. The words he spoke were new to her, why would this creature take mercy on her? She was wicked and wanted everyone but the pure bloods destroyed. She was confused and still in pain, she wasn't sure if there was malice behind his words or not, if he was messing with her head or not.

Bellatrix was dragged along with the half giant. Bellatrix hadn't changed really sure she was injured, but her mental status was the same. She just felt tired, weak, and helpless. Bellatrix hissed at his words, as her head hurt not able to vocalize words, he called her dirty even if it was true, it was insulting, though she felt gross.


A small, quiet girl who stands at about 5'4" with short bobbed black hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. She wears her Morien Daigaku uniform consisting of blue and gray on white, along with gray thigh-high socks. Her personality is shy and reserved, as she spends time alone in the library working on her paper. Despite being frightened by her encounter with the monstrous Tentacula, she shows determination and resistance against its advances.

Kyoko looked out from the library computer and gasped. How did it get so late? No one had come in to bother her, either, which was equally strange. She looked around at her scattered mess of books. She was almost done writing her paper, and she knew she needed to get home soon. She had assured her parents that she would call when she was on her way home, but now she was sure that she had missed dinner. She hurriedly packed up her things and waved a quick goodbye to the librarian Mori before running down the hallway, putting her shoes on, and leaving campus.

Kyoko was a small, quiet girl, about 5'4 with short bobbed black hair, brown eyes, and tan skin from her mother's side. She was in her full Morien Daigaku uniform, blue and gray on white, and had on gray thigh-high socks, for it was starting to warm up again. She went quickly to the local convenience store and grabbed a rice ball, eating it before walking into the local forest for which the school was named. It was quiet and dark and not terrible well-lit in most places, but cutting through here gave Kyoko a little short cut and she knew she needed to take the risk to rush home.

Four tentacles lashed out of the darkness between trees, snatching the small girl off her feet. The tentacles were about an inch thick, and a gray color, slimy to the touch. Yet they were strong, lifting and restraining her with ease. They hoisted her above a main body, which seemed like no more than a large gray bulb on the ground, more tentacles waving around it. A large green eye watched her as she was towed into place above it. It was Tentacula.

Kyoko screamed as she suddenly felt a tug beneath her. There was a warm, slimy texture around her ankles and she was hoisted up high, her clothes falling with gravity to reveal her pink panties and frilly pink bra. Her bag fell the ground beneath her, books scattering. She struggled and looked around in confusion, unsure of what was holding onto her.

She struggled, despite knowing the fall would be too much, and found the hold on her too tight. She looked down, unable to do much else but see her fate. She saw the beast and screamed again. It was a monster unlike any she could have ever imagined. "This is a dream, right? A really bad dream?" she asked herself. Surely she was asleep, either at home or still at school. She struggled again, trying not to look at the wandering eye below her.

A low chuckle emanated from Tentacula the beast as Kyoko's young body was exposed. The long tentacles rubbed and grasped at her, tearing away all but her bra and panties and restraining her. The slime of the gray tentacles covered her body and her skin glistened in the dim lighting of the bedroom. One small tentacle slithered from underneath the main, round body of the horrendous monster and slid up her leg, gently pressing into her crotch.

The wandering green eye fixed on her covered pussy, then three more small tentacles emerged, their dark purpose evident- remove her clothing, and open her to the beast's ministrations. One coiled around the strap of her bra, the other two taking position at wither side of her panties, prepared to tear them off. The dark, slimy beast would have its pleasure.

Kyoko fought harder, disgusted by the slime she was getting covered in. It was everywhere, and the smell was getting to her. She shivered as the night wind blew against her nearly nude body, and she hoped to slip away, even if already violated by the gray goo.

She left the movement of a tentacle slipping up her leg and she looked down in horror, screaming again. She cried out in embarrassment as it pressed against her, making her well aware of its intentions. "No! No! Let me go, please!" she screamed, hoping that some stranger would see and somehow... what? Save her? How? She wasn't sure, but she hoped the attention might aid her in the least.

She pulled harder against the tentacles restraining her arms and legs as other tentacles prepared themselves at her remaining clothing. She began to cry in fear, her body now dripping with slime. "Please..."

A low rumble emanated from Tentacula, and he tore away her clothing, leaving her naked in the night air. The pale light in the FOREST gleamed on her skin and soon the monster covered her pussy and tits in its goo. Two of the smaller tentacles coiled around her tits and flicked at the nipple, teasing her, while a third joined the larger one in teasing her pussy. The fourth small tentacle slithered up her body and rested at her lips, its command clear: "Lick me".

The beasts made small groaning sounds, obviously pleased with her naked body and exposed cunt. The small tentacle at her pussy found her clit and wrapped around it, toying with her sensitive bud.

Kyoko screamed again as the tentacles stripped her bare, her nipples almost immediately hardening from the cold of the night. She shivered, blushing as her body was now completely covered in the filthy slime. As the beast went for her nipples she cried out, but the moment the tentacle rushed towards her face she pressed her lips shut, as if refusing to let them even kiss the slimy tip. She cried in fear, trying to hold in muffled moans as the other tentacles toyed with her sensitive bits.

Then she felt her clit being tugged and she gasped out a cry of unwanted pleasure, blushing as she did. The release of her lips allowed the tentacle to slip in, slime and flesh pressed against her tongue.

A deep, taunting laugh rumbled from the monster's body as she was forced to suck upon a tentacle. The large tentacle at her cunt pushed forward, slowly entering her. The smaller tentacles tightened at her nipples, stretching her tits and pulling her hardened nipples. Another small tentacle wormed its way up to her asshole and gently flicked at it.

The small tentacle at her clit flicked and played with it continuously, an attempt to cause her pussy to become wet for the tentacles to rape. Tentacula wanted its prey to enjoy it's forced pleasure.

Kyoko whimpered and moaned as the tentacle forced itself down her throat. The slime was strangely pleasant to taste, and it made her feel worse that that was the case. She pulled against the restraining tentacles instinctively as the next tentacle forced its way into her, feeling it deep in her tight cunt. She screamed as it did so, blushing with embarrassment as her body responded positively to all the playing the tentacles were doing to her body. Over and over, she screamed with each thrust, each pull at her nipples, and soon her cunt was soaked.


A monstrous creature with multiple tentacles, capable of capturing and restraining its prey. It is covered in slime, and has at least one large green eye that seems to wander as it observes its victim. The beast displays a sadistic and dominating personality, taking pleasure in violating and tormenting Kyoko against her will. It also seems to enjoy the sounds of her suffering and aims to force her into submission by inducing unwanted pleasure.

Kyoko whimpered and moaned as the tentacle forced itself down her throat. The slime was strangely pleasant to taste, and it made her feel worse that that was the case. She pulled against the restraining tentacles instinctively as the next tentacle forced its way into her, feeling it deep in her tight cunt. She screamed as it did so, blushing with embarrassment as her body responded positively to all the playing the tentacles were doing to her body. Over and over, she screamed with each thrust, each pull at her nipples, and soon her cunt was soaked.

As Kyoko's pussy was raped, another tentacle wormed out and positioned itself at her asshole, prodding and poking it, clearly preparing to use that orifice as well. A second tentacle forced it's way into her now dripping cunt while a third teased her clit. The monster pounded her relentlessly, filling her with tendrils of slimy flesh.

Tentacula relished the screams she made, silenced by his slimy tendril in her mouth. He loved the way he shaking body glistened as he raped it in the dim moonlight. He would stop only when he was satisfied, even if the pleasure killed her.


A sadistic and twisted man who takes pleasure in inflicting pain and torture upon others. He is methodical, devious, and patient, as well as arrogant. Physically, he has warm skin that is unusual for his kind.

It would be a mistake to say that Xavier did not enjoy his work. He loved the feel of a blade sliding into flesh. The warmth of blood oozing down his fingers pleased him greatly. It was euphoric, almost orgasmic. He slowly twisted the knife within Caleb before pulling it out. He wanted né needed the man to scream, so they could talk without others hearing the words he must say. He quickly thrust the knife into the man's abdomen, chest, and left thigh, all the while staring into his eyes. Xavier was not the King's dog.

When Caleb did nothing more than grit his teeth, Xavier commenced slicing pieces of skin off him and laying them out on the stone slab nearby. Still nothing. Xavier gloved his left hand and reached for a metal flask nearby. "This is holy water. It will leave permanent scarring where the droplet land. Answer my question, Caleb."

It took every ounce of self-control that Caleb had cultivated over the long centuries of his unlife to not cry out when Xavier twisted the silver blade against his skin. He clenched his teeth, each unnecessary breath a heavy rattle as he balled his hands into fists that trembled against the shackles. Caleb might not have needed to breathe, but the repetitive motion was something to focus on beyond the pain.

He body jerked against each repeated stab that plunged into his body, blood spilling freely down his front to pool around his feet. The quick loss of so much vitae left him somewhat dizzy, the pungent scent of copper filling his senses to add to that unsteadiness.

Still, Xavier wasn't done. The torturer was certainly keen in his craft, as straps of flesh were easily removed from Caleb's body. This left him trembling, lips having parted to gasp and cough. The vial of holy water glittered ominously in the dim light, and Caleb let out an unsteady huff.

"...I was the... the only noble. Nobody else." He spat those last two words, clearly bitter that none of the other members of the inner circle would dare step away from the status quo. It sickened him, and he narrowed his bright gaze towards Xavier before he gave a derisive scoff. "Go on, then... have y-you're gloat."

Xavier had fed to excess before he had entered his domain. So much so that Caleb would see the redness in his face if not for the poor lighting. As it were, Xavier's skin was warm to the touch, unusual in their kin.

Xavier carefully placed the holy water vial on the stone shelf and faced his quarry. He could see he was fading; the lack of blood was almost too much for him. And so, Xavier slit his wrist with the knife and stepped forward, placing it next to the other's mouth. "Drink your fill," he stated, his words monotonic. Xavier would pull away before Caleb took too much blood but would give him enough to heal his wounds.

He did not gloat or seem happy to learn that Caleb was the only one willing to take the filth off the throne, though, through his research into the matter, he was aware that only sycophants were surrounding their King. He leaned in as the man drank and asked one very simple question, "Why didn't you approach me?"

Caleb watched with narrowed eyes as the blade was drawn across Xavier's wrist, the scent of blood immediately cascading over his senses to make him visibly shudder. It was almost enough to make him feel sick with so much deep hunger, and he clenched his teeth in anticipation of the jailer using this as another excruciating method of torture.

But no. Slender brows lifted in surprise, suspicion coiling around Caleb's thoughts when the blood was offered up to him. He should have held himself back; controlled his impulse to feed in case Xavier had somehow poisoned his own blood, but there was no helping it.

Caleb couldn't stop himself from clamping his jaws around the deep cut. His teeth dug deep either side of the mark to urge even more blood to the surface as he greedily swallowed. He could feel some fluid dribbling down his chin, but he still couldn't stop. The taste was glorious and powerful, and Caleb groaned from deep within his chest when Xavier abruptly pulled away.

"Ughh... mmngh..." It took several moments for him to compose himself. He rolled his shoulders and locked his lips, blinking quickly to try and find his focus again. "...why would I? You're the king's own torturer, his executioner. I might as well have told him myself if I went to you." His eyes narrowed. "Why did you feed me? Did you poison your own body out of spite?"

The prisoner's mouth engulfed his wrist, and he felt the delicious pain of his fangs as he suckled the blood. The sensation was euphoric, different than what he had felt from others that had fed him. Xavier had never turned another, feeling that this task was beneath him. No mortal was worth his blood, his power, and so it was rare that others tasted his blood. And yet, he had allowed it from time to time. It felt nothing like this man's consumption.

Xavier narrowed his eyes. He would need to speak with this man about the experience when he was not tied up in his current predicament. For now, he concentrated on the man's questions.

He raised his left eyebrow when the man asked about poison, an amusing question, "You are so suspicious, Caleb. You know me well enough to know that I am just that side of arrogance that I would never poison my blood."

The more serious question gave him pause, just for a moment. If he continued this conversation, it would give this man leverage. And yet. "Your plan was flawed. You put your trust in a weak vampire. One that would turn on you as soon as he could. Instead of waiting for the exact moment to strike at the King, you also rushed it." There, he did not admit anything and yet gave him an inclination of the possibilities.

Of course Caleb was suspicious. Much of vampire society was built on schemes and betrayal; the strongest and most intelligent would survive at the expense of lesser creatures. He had done all he could to place himself on the winning side, and yet he had failed spectacularly—all because of an idiot who was now a pile of Ash on the prison floor. It stung his pride painfully, even more so since he could do nothing about it.

"I am spared by your self-importance, then. Wonderful." He scoffed, unconsciously running his tongue over his lips in search of any lingering drops of blood that might linger there.

He didn't understand what Xavier was doing. The other vampire seemed to be dangling information just out of reach, which might have made sense if Caleb was the sort to take such bait. He had expected torture and pain, and while there was some it wasn't nearly as much as he'd anticipated. "What's your game here, Xavier? You tell me things I already know, and don't seem interested in getting information for your damned King..." Caleb trailed off, narrowing his gaze on the other vampire.

Why was Caleb so dense? Perhaps it had to do with his current predicament. Perhaps it was a ploy to draw out every word from the interrogator. Either way, Xavier had a plan that started with getting Caleb out of the dungeon.

Xavier placed his hands behind his back and leaned in so their faces were no more than ten centimeters from each other. He could taste the fear on his prisoner's breath. "Look, I know I am an arrogant prick, but also methodical, devious, and patient. That last trait is something you could have benefited from, Caleb."

He paused and leaned even closer so his lips were so very close to the man's ear. "I hate our King. He is driving our nation into the ground. I have been planning a coup for years. Your ploy set me back at least a year." He rocked back onto his heels and awaited the man's response.


Caleb is a vampire who has cultivated self-control and discipline over the centuries of his unlife. He is bitter about the lack of support from other members of his inner circle to take down the current king. Physically, he has bright eyes and can heal himself by drinking blood.

Of course Caleb was suspicious. Much of vampire society was built on schemes and betrayal; the strongest and most intelligent would survive at the expense of lesser creatures. He had done all he could to place himself on the winning side, and yet he had failed spectacularly—all because of an idiot who was now a pile of Ash on the prison floor. It stung his pride painfully, even more so since he could do nothing about it.

"I am spared by your self-importance, then. Wonderful." He scoffed, unconsciously running his tongue over his lips in search of any lingering drops of blood that might linger there.

He didn't understand what Xavier was doing. The other vampire seemed to be dangling information just out of reach, which might have made sense if Caleb was the sort to take such bait. He had expected torture and pain, and while there was some it wasn't nearly as much as he'd anticipated. "What's your game here, Xavier? You tell me things I already know, and don't seem interested in getting information for your damned King..." Caleb trailed off, narrowing his gaze on the other vampire.


Micheal Gravain is a skilled cybernetic engineer who is competitive and cunning. He values his work highly and is willing to go to great lengths to protect it. His personality seems to be driven by ambition, which can lead him to make ruthless decisions. He has an imposing presence due to his position in the field of cybernetics and his ability to overpower his rival Jason Bowering in their altercation.

Micheal Gravain sat beside the bed looking at what was down in the patent office as his newest creation. In truth the frame and most of the model had been made by his main rival Jason Bowering but Jason was in no state to claim it at the moment, his body had been found in a waist disposal plant, missing its brain case. That was not a odd thing to happen to one of the top twenty cybernetic engineers in the world as they were often given new bodies and lives when they defected to another country or company. Truth was that Jason had gone no where he was a this moment laying in front of Micheal, or at least what had once been his brain case.

Micheal could not take any chance in loosing the patent so he had over written Jason's brain that is after the cocky bastard had asked for his help. Jason had seen Micheal's next design, it had been for a advanced model of sex cyborg so Jason had asked him to help with some testing and work on his design and in return he would put him down as a consultant and he would get some credit for the creation. Micheal had thought it was all bragging until he saw just what the design was.

An advanced espionage and infiltration unit. Unlike previous models this one was built to change its outer form and shape with minor and systematic alterations and implants. Micheal had become so engrossed by the form that he had failed to realize just what Jason had wanted. He was going to Kill Micheal and wipe his mind and use it in the form to test it. Luckily for Micheal he had seen Jason in a window and dodged the attack, it had then turned into a rolling tumble of fist and body parts until Micheal had gotten hold of a extinguisher. Jason had begged but it was what he was going to do to Micheal so Micheal didn't give him a second chance. It had taken Micheal all of five seconds to decide to steal the design and do to his once rival what he had planed for him.

After a rough wipe Micheal as placed a sex droid programming into the brain and stuck it in the chaise and altered it to his taste. Even now he found it hard to keep his hands of the large firm breast, or the smooth hairless slit that just begged to be explored. But first he had to test the system and frames limitations, later he would test the rest of it and make sure that it was properly trained as sex slave. He had given it the name of Mandy in the registry when he was programming it so she would know that much when she awoke.

Her name was Mandy. That was the first thing that came to her as she was connected to her neural network, her implants syncing her mostly blank slat mind to the 'crown' of diamond memory chips that encircled the tissue that had once been the mind of Jason Bowering. Chemically 'wiped' and threaded with nanoscale wiring to each of them, her mind relied on them and the dozen more studded along her spine to 'be' whatever her operator wanted. The 'crown tier' were new though. Each contained specialty programs that allowed her baseline programming to build a real personality depending on what was needed. She could be a loving companion, who when needed could use hidden implants to hack CorpSpace nets with ease and then use close quarter battle techniques to protect her 'lover' then slip back into her role as the perfect companion. With them she could literally be any woman he needed her to be.

All courtesy of Jason's wiped brain. The reason he'd set out to do the same to his rival was due to their bran structure. Both possessed extremely high rating in implant tolerance and something that Jason's notes hadn't quite clarified but seemed to be the ability to handle the ability to switch persona traits without breaking down. No one in the company had both at the level they did. At least not in Jason's notes.

Mandy didn't know any of this. She simply blinked and smiled up at Micheal with a genuine smile of. Affection as she sat up and slid her arms around him to kiss him hungrily her new personality built her into the woman Micheal wished her to be.

"Hello Mandy, My name is Micheal Gravain I am your owner and master," he said repeating the line he had practiced over and over again in his head. "You are to be my lover and servant," he said as he slid his fingers along her inner thighs testing her responses as he did making sure her "flesh" was responding as it should. He knew that it was not real flesh like what had covered his original body, one that he had left years ago due to genetic imperfections that threatened his life. He was not surprised to find moisture on her outer lips as his fingers slide lightly over them, she was programmed as a sex slave and thus responding correctly.

"Stand up for me and take a few steps so I can make sure your motor functions are working correctly," he said as he moved away from the bed turning back to look at her as he adjusted his pants easing the ache in them somewhat. "Next go to the dresser and open the top drawer and pick out some underwear to put on," he said figuring she would not nee much for the first part of her life as he put her through her paces. He had stocked the drawer with a wide variety of undergarments in her size as he had taken a full day to prep the mind before implanting it. Yet he had yet to fully read all of Jason's notes.

"Of course, Micheal." She said calmly as she stood and did as she was told. Her systems honeycombed through the body and brain of Jason, and kept her a blank slate till he installed something more to his liking. Instilled personas were easily made, though none would be as natural as one run by Mandy's hybrid cybernetics.

She walked over to the dresser and opened it. The overlay in her cybernetics noting everything with a quick scan as she did so. In addition to being a sex toy, she was possessed of Jason's most radical cybernetics. That meant she knew how aroused Micheal was, and a quick check of her personal database, she knew which outfit would elicit the best response. She picked out a nice matching set of panties and bra, black lace, that she knew was within his preferences even as her body accessed the database to alter her pheromones to exude the subtle scent of his favorite perfume and her hair altered in tint, length and style to match the criteria that the database said was his optimum preference. Every feature was being 'tuned' to his preferences, small tweaks to the form she had woken with.

Micheal watched her preform better than any other version of the software had in any other model. He watched her hair shift to a deep red hue. His pulse was raising as he watched her dress, his palms going sweaty as he caught the scents coming from her skin like vanilla and jasmine. Pupils dilated as his cock strained more so now than it had before she dressed.

Licking his suddenly dry lips he looked over her in the black teddy she had chosen along with black fine fishnet stocking held up by a black lace garter belt that patched the teddy, and the black lace demi-cup bra that pushed her breast up and forward. He had to remind himself to breath as he saw she had not covered her bald sex. His body ached for her even as his mind said she was very important piece of work and needed to be properly maintained.


Mandy is a highly advanced cybernetic creation designed to adapt her appearance and personality based on the user's desires. In this case, she takes the form of Micheal's dream woman, with deep red hair and an alluring outfit. Her personality is sculpted to be perfect for Micheal, making her affectionate, attentive, and eager to please. Beyond being a companion, Mandy possesses powerful computing abilities that allow her to transform herself in various ways as needed.

Micheal watched her preform better than any other version of the software had in any other model. He watched her hair shift to a deep red hue. His pulse was raising as he watched her dress, his palms going sweaty as he caught the scents coming from her skin like vanilla and jasmine. Pupils dilated as his cock strained more so now than it had before she dressed.

Licking his suddenly dry lips he looked over her in the black teddy she had chosen along with black fine fishnet stocking held up by a black lace garter belt that patched the teddy, and the black lace demi-cup bra that pushed her breast up and forward. He had to remind himself to breath as he saw she had not covered her bald sex. His body ached for her even as his mind said she was very important piece of work and needed to be properly maintained.

Mandy finished her 'assimilation' of Micheal's psych profile, and let the automatic systems of her frame guide her through the preparation of his 'dream woman'. She was more than a simple sex toy, even operating in the limited scope that she was set in. She could scan the environment on the fly, assess any number of potential targets, persona-sculpt herself to fit in as needed and alter her physicality as well.

Bluntly put, she could become any person's dream woman given enough data to work from and with the way the world was structured it was all within the reach of her powerful augmented intellects that nestled within her body frame. With the mind of Jason Bowering chained and wiped away, what was left served as a true artificial intelligence that could direct the specialized brains that Jason had designed. The result was that the small frame housed as much computing power as a building mainframe, all specialized to configure the woman in front of Micheal in hundreds of ways to be the 'perfect female companion'.

"Is this satisfactory Micheal?" She asked as she slipped on a pair of stiletto heels and turned in a circle to show off her form for his evaluation. Every move, nuance and motion sculpted to be perfect to his needs and desires.


A 22 years old woman who is confident and comfortable with her body. She enjoys swimming for relaxation and exercise, and is pursuing a law degree. She is also manipulative, enjoying teasing and toying with Adam's voyeuristic tendencies. As for appearance, she wears a small top and panties when answering the door to Adam, demonstrating that she is comfortable showing off her body in revealing clothing or even nudity.

Emma has just moved into the neighborhood. She was a 22 year old student, who had rented the place. She was pursuing a law degree and so had to study most of the time. Her only source of relaxation was the half hour she would spend swimming. It provided good exercise as well as a mental break for her. Her routine had become to change into a two-piece bikini in her room before stepping out for a swim. She would do 5 laps, and relax in the water for a while before walking back. She would strip down and go for a shower. Off late, she was having this feeling that she was being watched. However, she shook off the urge and continued, not caring for anything or anyone.

However, one day she caught a glimpse of him, as she changed into the swim-wear. Deciding to tease him some more, that night she sat in the window, naked pretending to be busy with her work, waiting for him to come to his room. Would he have the courage to talk to her?

Adam since seeing the hot neighbor had second thoughts about the neighborhood being boring. He was starting to figure out her schedule and knew when she would be on display. So he would make sure be looking not to miss an opportunity. It was all going.good until he looked out his window one evening. He was in his black briefs and hand on his cock in anticipation. And there she was sitting in her window completely nude with the curtains open. "Shit!" Not wanting to get caught Adam quickly dove to the floor. His heart pounding laid there for a few minutes. Hoping she didn't see him. Slowly Adam looked out the bottom of the window. That is when his eyes met hers. "Fuck!" Adam knew he was busted. He crawled out the room on all fours and ended up sleeping on his couch.

Adam embarrassed and not sure what to do and for the next few days he didn't go in that room and didn't look out the window. When he left the house he made sure and do it early so he wouldn't risk seeing her outside. Adam was back to getting off on the porn on his laptop. One afternoon Adam checking his mail and got a letter that was supposed to be for the young woman next door. That is when he learned her name is Emma. He knew he needed to get the letter too her. It took a couple days for him to get the courage. Adam wearing black jeans and a black bottom up. Taking a deep breath Adam knocked lightly on Emma's front door. Nervously tapping his feet as he waited. Hoping enough time had past that she would mention what happened that one night.

Emma had deliberately dropped her letter to his place. She knew he was embarrassed and now was not coming to watch her. She was enjoying the power she held over him and wanted to ensure that she continued to do so. So when he started avoiding her, she took this step so he would have no other option but to come by and deliver the letter himself.

She was at home, wearing a small top and panties when she opened the door. "Hey, I am Emma. How can I help you, my peeping Tom?" she asked bluntly, a look of fake anger on her face as he stood by at her door.

Adam was not all prepared. To see Emma open the door with just panties on and a top that was very revealing. Adams eyes may have lingered far too long. There was a stirring in his pants. As he sounded a bit flustered being brought back to reality. Nearly lost for words trying to play it off as the first time saw her. Clearly blushing. "Oh oh! I am sorry about the other day. I wasn't expecting to see you there. I didn't see anything. I promise." Adam hands her the mail. "This was in my box by mistake. Again sorry about what happened it wont happen again." Adam slyly turning to leave. Took a good look at her body which was perkier then he imagined up close.

"Wait. Why don't you come in. I don't have anything you haven't seen already" Emma insisted and held the door aside, waiting for him to enter. She left a very small gap for him to pass through, so their bodies would rub as he would walk past her. Once inside, she guided him to the sofa and sat next to him, very close. "You know, I guess we should meet more often. After all we are neighbors. I have this huge pool where the two of us can chill together. I don't have that many friends here, and it does get lonely" she said, sensually touching him on his thighs, trying to see how he would react.

Against better judgment. Adam paused as he was about to leave. He knew he should be leaving but the lust building in his pants and temptation was winning out. So he walked in feeling her nipples and breast squish against his arm. By the time she had him sitting on the sofa his average sized cock. Maybe 7 inches when fully hard was straining to break out of his pants. He sat doing his best to hide it. Starting to sweat the hairs on the back of his neck standing. He stuttered "Y-Yeah you have a lovely pool. I can see it from my second floor window. Looks very refreshing in the mornings." Adam may have revealed too much that is the time she is usually in the pool. But the way Emma was touching him he was slowly loosing control. He couldn't resist any more pulling Emma closer to him guiding her hand on to his crotch. His hand running down her back towards her ass.

Emma suddenly grabbed her hand and slapped him. "You bloody pervert. I was just waiting for you to accept. I know you have been watching me bathe and swim and even peeping into my room when I change. I have all the evidence I need to put your ass in jail for a very long time" She stood up and put on a gown covering her body. Her eyes were filled with anger as she stared at him furiously. She went to pick up her phone and began to dial. "I am studying law. I know what proof is needed and which charges to bring against you. It will be enough to put you away for a very very long time"

Adam totally stunned left sitting on the couch rubbing the side of his face. His package went soft in a hurry. He did chuckle a little as the sting wore off thinking he totally misread that situation. Emma almost sounded like his momma when she would scold him as a kid. If looks could kill that is the vibe that Emma was giving him. Adam hearing talk about calling the police and evidence. He knew he was in trouble she must have known all along what he was doing. Even if he didn't get jail time would surely get fired. If word got out of this especially when a lot of it was done when he should have been work.

Adam quickly got off the couch when she picked up the phone. He put his hand on her hand with the phone. "I am sorry miss. If I have degraded you in anyway. There must be something I can do to make it up to you that doesn't evolve the authorities. You name it and will do it."

"Since you have seen me naked, it is only fair I also see you naked. Strip down and let me see your merchandise. I will think about it after that. Do it now" Emma said sternly. Unknown to him, she had cameras everywhere in the house. Right now, she was standing in the blind spot, so to the camera, it would look like he was sitting on the couch, and would undress himself, an attempt to assault her.


A voyeuristic 28 years old man who is easily aroused by the sight of his neighbor. He is embarrassed and flustered when caught peeping at Emma, but also tempted by her advances. He has a lack of self-control and may act impulsively in situations that involve sexual desire.

"Since you have seen me naked, it is only fair I also see you naked. Strip down and let me see your merchandise. I will think about it after that. Do it now" Emma said sternly. Unknown to him, she had cameras everywhere in the house. Right now, she was standing in the blind spot, so to the camera, it would look like he was sitting on the couch, and would undress himself, an attempt to assault her.

Adam really wasn't comfortable stripping in front of Emma. With a raspy voice. "Are you sure this is necessary? There has to be another way?" She gave that look and move the phone like she was going to dial. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "OK OK. Please put the phone down." Adam continued to undress dropping his shirt to the floor and then undid the belt to his pants. As he slid the pants off that is when he realized he should have took his shoes off first and fell right back on the couch. He was standing in front of Emma with just his boxers on. His body had goose bumps all over. She gave the mean look those too. That is when he noticed a problem his to him average sized cock was nearly fully hard. He slid the underwear down and his cock sprung out. Adam blushing quickly covered his crotch with his hand. He stood there blushing trying not to make eye contact.


A man of strong physical stature, his body sculpted from regular exercise and manual labor. His eyes, intense yet soft, reflect his thoughtful nature while his firm hands speak volumes about his assertive demeanor. He carries an air of confidence that complements his naturally magnetic personality. Despite being sexually adventurous and uninhibited, he also showcases surprising tenderness and consideration for Katie's feelings. This duality makes him both exciting and comforting to be around. His work ethic is commendable, suggesting a disciplined and committed individual who values responsibility over indulgence.

Tim watched as Katie licked each of his fingers clean and then kissed them. She suckled them suggestively and never let her gaze part from his whilst at the same time her hips rolled rubbing her dripping pussy on his cock. He was not sure he could rise to the occasion again so quickly and for a fleeting moment wondered if he had met his match in the sex department. He also wondered how the two of them had not noticed this side of each other after all those years.

And like her by this point he was mostly sober and thinking clear. This was a relationship and not a simple screw and there was no doubt about it. That in turn brought all kinds of logistics to mind such as the fact distance separated them since Katie had moved away, but those were thoughts for another time.

As their hips lightly rolled together Tim dropped his hands to either side of her head and looked down at her. It brought his cock and her pussy more tightly into contact but he wanted to clean up before they went at it again and there were much more comfortable places to fuck than the floor. "Lets take this to your room and I need to cleanup some first as well." Then he pressed a kiss to her lips before he sat back, then stood and offered Katie a hand up.

It was times like this that having two bathrooms came in handy. Getting cleaned up sounded good. Katie was covered in sweat and a little blood as well. She could also feel the mixture of their essence drying where it had leaked out leaving her sticky. She took Tim's hand and smiled as she got up. "I think I will get cleaned up as well. I must look terrible right now," she said with a giggle. She was a little unsteady on her feet at first. Her legs were still a bit wobbly thanks to him. She hurried to the downstairs bathroom and shut the door.

Once she was inside she stopped and took a look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, so was her make up. That wasn't what she was so curious to see. She wanted to see the marks he left upon her flesh. Her fingers gingerly traced over the first wound he had inflicted as she smiled. There was no doubt in her mind that it would be visible for quite some time. She doubted that she would even try to cover it when she went out. Tim had done this to her and it was like a badge of honor, at least in her mind. She then took a look at her breast. She lightly touched that wound as well. Both spots were a bit tender, but that would soon be forgotten.

Katie took the quickest shower of her life, wrapping the towel around her body and scurrying up to her bedroom quickly. She didn't want to risk the change of Tim falling asleep while she lollygagged in the bathroom. She was happy to see that he was not there. She certainly did not want to keep him waiting. Katie threw back the covers and crawled into her queen-sized bed. She sprawled out comfortably as she waited for her lover to return to her.

Tim studied her a second until Katie got her legs under her. He noticed she seemed to have a few more giggles in her than normal as well and he chalked it up to a nervous reaction. It made him smile slightly as he watched her scurry off and then he headed to the other bathroom. He had not planned to shower, but when he heard the water kick on in her bathroom he decided it was a good idea. It also gave them both a bit of a chance to re-charge.

Being a guy he figured he had plenty of time because everyone knew how long a woman took in the bathroom. So Tim did not get in any hurry at all. He just used a bar of soap on hair, body, and everything. It also made his cock a bit more sanitary considering they had crossed the anal barrier. Once he was done he stepped out of the shower and dried off and did not bother with a towel or anything.

He just walked to Katie's bedroom completely naked. And then he stopped, he was more than a little surprised to see her already there and in bed just as naked as he was. He soon stepped toward the edge of the bed and reached down and toyed with her pretty, red, hair. "I am impressed and surprised, never had a woman get through a shower faster than me before." The pause at the edge of the bed gave him a chance to look her over and he really liked what he saw. Of course it also gave her a chance to do the same. The marks he had left on her indeed showed how worked up the both of them had gotten.

Then he slid into the bed and faced her wiggling closer as one of his legs hooked over her hip and her breasts brushed his chest. There was just something about two naked bodies in a bed that felt utterly wonderful. "So did you miss me?" He asked as he gave her chin a little kiss as their bodies pressed together and he could already feel her heat against his swiftly recovering cock.

Katie watched as he walked into her bedroom for the first time. Her eyes roamed over his freshly washed, naked form as he moved toward the bed. She giggled and replied, "Well, I didn't want to keep you waiting." The worry that things would feel awkward once the sex-fueled haze had worn off melted away almost instantly. It felt far too natural for her to be nervous about that now. It was as if this was always meant to be.

Katie felt her pulse quicken as he slid his leg over her hip. Lying there next to him felt so perfect. "Yes I did" She blushed. It was crazy. After the intensity and depravity of their fuckfest in the living room just a short time before, he still made her blush. It would become increasingly clear that there was so much more to this than just the physical. She felt butterflies in her stomach as his body pressed against hers. She bit her bottom lip. "How about you? Did you miss me?" She moved in closer, feeling that sweet rush of nervous energy that always struck right before an intimate act in a new relationship.

She could feel his manhood awakening once again as it pressed against her. She could smell the scent of the soap he used on his skin as she leaned in and kissed him once again. This time it wasn't that frenzied drunken horny kiss but just as passionate as it had been when they first arrived back at her home.

"Yes, I did" Tim answered when their lips parted. He moved his leg across her hip because at this point it was doing more to keep them apart. Though in the process his thigh slid between hers and pressed against her intimately. Their bodies moved of their own accord and his hand slid down her back to her tight ass. A small grin creased his lips "though staying awake driving home tomorrow might be challenging."

The fact he had a couple hour drive to their mutual home town was more than a bit of a downer. But he did his best not to think about it. Especially now that they had taken the edge off, but there was still clear affection as well as desire there. If it was lasting was something that only time would tell, but they had known one another so long that it would probably be more shocking if it did not last.

Of course the break during the work week might be good. At the rate that they were going Tim was not going to be able to function in a sexual manner for some time.

Katie bit her lip, knowing that she certainly did not want to have anything happen to him on the way home. Part of her wanted to convince him to stay longer, but that would never work. The man had an incredible work ethic and she knew he wouldn't simply take time off to stay in bed. "Well then, maybe we should get some sleep. I wouldn't want you to wreck or anything" She said affectionately. She kissed him softly on the lips once more.

The idea of lying in bed together was satisfying on her own. Sleep would not come easily for her as her mind was still racing despite being a little tired. She had not wanted to think about him leaving but she knew that it was coming. She had no idea where this was going but she knew that what she felt for him was much more than sexual. Part of her knew that there was something there, Katie also felt a hint of fear that he did not feel the same.

Tim drew a deep sighing breath, he was a young man and he really wanted to forgo sleep for more sex. But he was past that just on his own crazy streak that about everyone goes through. So discretion became the better part of valor and he brushed his lips back across hers. "Yeah maybe sleep is the best plan. Though next weekend is your weekend to come see me." He figured that would ease her mind about this being a one night stand.

Besides there was something really enticing about curling up with her naked. It just felt wonderful to have their bare skin pressed together. Tim closed his eyes but it was indeed going to take a while for him to at last manage to drift off to sleep.


A woman of captivating beauty, with fiery red hair that matches her passionate spirit. Her body is a testament to her femininity and allure, drawing the eye and stirring desire. She possesses an infectious giggle that mirrors her lively personality, often making those around her feel at ease. Despite being sexually liberated and adventurous, she also harbors a sense of innocence that makes her blush in intimate moments. This blend of boldness and vulnerability adds depth to her character. Her quick showers and prompt readiness show her respect for others' time, revealing an organized and considerate individual who values punctuality over leisurely indulgence.

Katie bit her lip, knowing that she certainly did not want to have anything happen to him on the way home. Part of her wanted to convince him to stay longer, but that would never work. The man had an incredible work ethic and she knew he wouldn't simply take time off to stay in bed. "Well then, maybe we should get some sleep. I wouldn't want you to wreck or anything" She said affectionately. She kissed him softly on the lips once more.

The idea of lying in bed together was satisfying on her own. Sleep would not come easily for her as her mind was still racing despite being a little tired. She had not wanted to think about him leaving but she knew that it was coming. She had no idea where this was going but she knew that what she felt for him was much more than sexual. Part of her knew that there was something there, Katie also felt a hint of fear that he did not feel the same.


A husky, powerful man with a hardened exterior, showing signs of physical wear and tear such as scrapes on his arms and chest. He's well-built and muscular description. His personality reveals him to be pragmatic, capable, and somewhat indifferent to the suffering of others. He has a survivalist mentality, focusing on practical matters like hunting for food and maintaining the fire. However, he also displays dominance over Hawani without any regard for her well-being or consent, suggesting a harsh and ruthless side.

Still gasping for air and catching her breath, blinking away tears and having to breath through her mouth as her nose was currently clogged, the mocha skinned girl could only nod in silent agreement, even though it was hard to say if she actually agreed or not. She only let out a small whimper, still too overwhelmed with what had just happened, and did her best to not simply crawl into herself in this moment. She jerked, however, as another sound came from outside their current, and now somewhat warm, abode and it was not the abating storm but something approaching through the underbrush.

A few moments later Arman reappeared, appearing worse for wear, with some scraps on his arms and upper chest and wearing the limp body of some large iguana-sized reptile on his shoulder, a simple somewhat straight piece of wood shaped into a simple spear in hand. He stopped as he saw the naked forms of his two companions. "I see you are getting acquainted."

His afterglow of pleasure meant that Varn didn't react to anything from the outside until he felt Hawani jolt a little in his lap, her naked body looking downright divine in the light of their campfire. As he turned to see what it was, he remembered through the haze of ecstasy in his mind that there'd been three of them, and he gave the other man an apologetic smirk as he walked in. "Figured it was a good way to get some warmth and comfort, gotta help each other out like that when you're shipwrecked, aye?" he said with thinly veiled amusement, patting Hawani on the head. "Feel free to join in, Hawani here is quite eager to please."

It took him another moment to notice the sharpened stick and the odd lizard thing the other man had brought, and he nodded to them with a raised brow. "Bit of a hunter then?" he asked curiously, casting another glance outside, rain and winds still pelting the jungle surrounding them. "Find anything else out there? Doesn't sound like the storm is letting up any time soon."

"I did indeed," grunted Arman as he stepped into their cover from the rain and the wind, at the same time as Hawani moved to get out of his reach and once more into the protection of the backwall. Not that it would offer any protection, of course, but it made her feel a bit more secure. Her eyes went nervously from one burly powerful man to the other, a small, naked, helpless child trapped there with two adult men who both lusted after her body.

Arman for his part ignored her mostly and instead stripped down to get out of his wet clothing, having discarded his prey and weapon on the floor before. He then held out a rough stone knife to Varn, clearly not made by him but found in some way. "Here. I took this from a painted savage that seemed to think I was a nice snack or something. Was lucky I managed to stab him first... I think he was there to look for survivors on the beach... One of the scavengers just hadn't thought they would be human."

Letting Hawani be for now, at least until he would inevitably find his lust returning, Varn listened as the other man explained what he'd found out in the unfamiliar jungle, unable to keep a look of surprise from his face at the revelation. "Bloody hell, that doesn't bode well," he replied, grunting a thanks as he took the offered stone knife, experimentally feeling at its edge. "At least the storm should keep us hidden, for now," he added, breathing a sigh of exasperation, "but they're probably going to wonder about their scout not returning, so once it does let up, we might run into more of them. Unless we're lucky enough that they figure he was killed by some jungle beast."

Arman seemed to not be too bothered by it, instead taking back the stone knife and beginning to skin his catch. If he wanted to eat the thing, he needed to prepare it first; could hardly just put it over the fire with organs and skin and everything. Well, he could, but he wasn't gonna do that. Lizard skin is horrible to chew. "We'll see. I say on the morrow we try to move south. I heard some of the crew during the journey say something about a place there... If my estimation of where we are isn't off. Might be, but unless you have a better idea..."

Then he glanced over to Hawani, who still tried to make herself invisible. He asked Varn, "She any good with her mouth?"

That earned Arman a shrug and dismissive wave of the hand from Varn, the bald-headed man truly having no better idea than that. In the first place, he wasn't even sure where they were or why they'd been thrown overboard here instead of just executed. "Can't say I do, not even sure why we're here," he replied, eyeing the other man's catch, his body's hunger awakened now that his sexual desires were at least a little dampened. "Name's Varn, by the way. And no, she's terrible, but at least it's something to do while we wait out the storm. Might as well enjoy what we have."

"True," agreed Arman apparently, meaning the last words of his erstwhile companion. "Guess she'll have to learn then." He glanced at Hawani, who made herself practically completely invisible at this point, and he let out a small chuckle, shaking his head, then turning his attention back to their soon-to-be meal. "I'm Arman. I was on the wrong side of a war. Guess no one cared enough for me to pay for my release and they thought I was too much trouble to be kept as a slave or something. Thus off I went, dumped in a ship and then dropped off here, lost and forgotten. What's your story? Why did they kick you out?"

Sharing the man's glance towards their chocolate-skinned companion, eyes promising much more of such ''fun'' before the night was out, Varn chuckled in kind and let himself relax a little before the fire, figuring that if the other man wanted to kill him, he'd have done so instead of giving him a weapon. "Nothing that fancy," he replied with a shrug, enjoying the warmth from the fire banishing some of the soreness and clammy water from his body. "I just led a group of people who shared my, uh, particular dispositions," he explained, scratching his unshaved chin, "but ended up running foul of some new, goody-two shoes city guard captain who didn't take well to bribing. Ended up getting us all shipped here and thrown overboard, probably because they didn't much like the idea of me rallying my guys. Poor sods, hope at least some of them survived, best bunch of low-lives I ever ran with."

Having skinned the reptile to an acceptable level, or at least enough that it was to his satisfaction, Arman actually pulled the skin of the creature from its lifeless body and continued to then prepare it to roast it over the fire. In other words, using a sharp stick to impale it and then building a small contraption to hold it over the fire. As he did so, he did not speak, concentrating on his task, and only when he was done did he return his attention back to Varn. "Well, if they are unlucky, you will see them again here."

Arman leaned back, his eyes glancing over to the sweet form of Hawani, licking his lips. "Would you oppose if I make use of her?" The meaning was clear; he didn't ask her if she would oppose, but he asked Varn. Like the girl did not have a say in the matter at all.

The storm raging outside was still quite the damper on his mood, but Varn found himself at least feeling comfortable enough to relax at the moment, stomach growling as the reptile creature was placed over the fire. At Arman's question, he glanced over to the mocha-colored little treat, smirking at the way she still tried to hide away in the corner. "Not at all, go right ahead," he replied, having already expected them both to be making good use of her to pass the time. "It's important to share when making new friends after all, so let's just enjoy ourselves while we're here, aye?"

Arman chuckled and shook his head a bit in amusement. "Wonderful. Well, girl, time for you to earn your share of the food." Hawani jumped slightly as the burly, husky skinned man rose from his position on the floor, his hard member proudly standing at attention, and walked over to her. She did not try to flee or run away, did not fight him or anything, just gave him a tear-filled, fearful look as he stood in front of her.

Without much preamble, Arman then grabbed her head and, with soft force, forced her to accept his manhood into her mouth, starting to use her. Unlike Varn before, he did so without much regard for her well-being, thrusting into her mouth, making her gag and choke, actually taking her mouth and even throat. But just like Varn, it had been a while since he had last shot his load, and thus it did not take long before he was done, forcing her to swallow, some of it once more shooting out of the corners of her mouth and nose.

Satisfied, he stepped back, letting the chocolate-skinned little beauty cough and gasp for air, her face a visage of tears, slobber, and cum, looking quite heartbroken. But also, oh so fuckable.

Watching Arman have his way with their unfortunate, chocolate-skinned companion made Varn's lust rise again and almost join in, but he decided not to when he figured they'd have plenty of time to enjoy her after eating and needing some way to entertain themselves while passing the time waiting out the storm. When the man was finally done and Hawani slumped to the ground again, Varn couldn't help but chuckle in wry amusement at the way she looked. "Don't worry, Hawani," he said with a smirk, "We'll make sure you become a pro at this in no time. Gotta look out for each other out here after all."

The little girl gagged and coughed as she was practically on all fours on the ground, looking at Varn with tear-filled eyes, clearly afraid and nervous. She did, however, nod shyly, having actually heard him and understood him, and though perhaps not agreeing, she certainly submitted.

Arman meanwhile sat down at the fire again and seemed to have already forgotten about her again, instead concentrating on keeping their meal from burning up. Absentmindedly, he then said, "We should take turns keeping watch and keeping the fire alive."


A burly, bald-headed man with an unshaven chin, with a rugged and somewhat untidy appearance. His demeanor indicates he's accustomed to being in control and having his way, displaying an assertive and dominant personality. He also has a sense of dark humor and seems to take pleasure in others' discomfort or fear. Despite his rough exterior, Varn possesses some level of charisma which he uses to manipulate situations to his advantage.

The little girl gagged and coughed as she was practically on all fours on the ground, looking at Varn with tear-filled eyes, clearly afraid and nervous. She did, however, nod shyly, having actually heard him and understood him, and though perhaps not agreeing, she certainly submitted.

Arman meanwhile sat down at the fire again and seemed to have already forgotten about her again, instead concentrating on keeping their meal from burning up. Absentmindedly, he then said, "We should take turns keeping watch and keeping the fire alive."

Few things got Varn in a better mood than sex followed by food, even if the food turned out to be just a roasted lizard on a stick. Considering where they were, likely a long way from any kind of civilization, that was about the best they could hope for.

At least Hawani had turned out to be quite a treat, and one they'd get to have plenty of fun with. "Good idea," Varn replied, shifting a little to get properly seated by the fire, the chill and bite of the wind and rain outside still too close for comfort. "I'd rather not the fire go out any time soon, and I'm used to sleeping on and off through the night anyway."


A determined and morally-driven individual, with a rugged appearance that reflects his profession as a witch hunter. His physicality suggests strength and endurance, necessary for his dangerous work. He carries an air of sternness and seriousness, but beneath the tough exterior lies a depth of emotion and capacity for introspection. Despite his initial beliefs about witches being inherently evil, he shows willingness to question these convictions when faced with contradictory evidence in Alanna. This reveals an open-minded side to him that's ready to challenge long-held views if it means seeking truth. His interactions also suggest he values directness and honesty in communication.

Jack had to praise her convictions. He was slowly accepting the way she thought even if she could be a witch. She choose to make a difference by helping those in need. He wondered if she was ever in a desperate position to make her question her ideals.

Her question hit him like a rock. He never considered witches as people. She was a person and she could be a witch. He never really interacted with one to discover their motives. It never really bothered him until now. "I never killed anyone besides witches and trolls. Are you saying there are good ones?" He was quite direct as he followed her.

Alanna was careful as she walked the forest itself was dangerous enough without the guardians. It was a wonder he'd reached her at all if this was the way he came. His question hadn't been expected she'd figure he'd say there weren't any good witches.

"There are good people aren't there? Why wouldn't there be good witches?" She asked him. She purposefully worded that way she doubted he'd believe her but he'd be out of her life at sundown.

Jack was thinking she was more of a witch now but he hadn't seen any proof of his suspicions. She seem to be arguing in favor of good witches, something he has yet to see. "Maybe there are good witches, but I have never seen any!" He spoke as there was some doubt in his convictions. "I cannot risk my life on such a thing. Do you think there are more good witches than bad ones?"

He was still uneasy behind her as the gloom of the forest seem to follow them. He could not understand why, but it filled his soul with fear. His eyes focus on the surrounding, the shadows were clearly following them. The knife came out of his belt. He wasn't the kind to go without a fight. Even if his weapon was useless, he would use it to the very end. The thought of also using her as a hostage crossed his mind. That was if she was a witch.

"So you'd kill a person without bothering to know if they're guilty?" Alanna asked "Good and Evil exist in all things... what gives you the right to judge?" She stopped walking turning to face him her mother hadn't been evil and neither was she. Her eyes fell on the knife that he had taken out and she instinctively took a step back.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She asked him. She could feel the shadows slink closer but they kept back not attacking until it was apparent that she was in danger. If he decided to try and hurt her she wondered if he could be stopped.

Jack's eyes were wondering the woods when her words stung into him. He never considered his actions were judging people, well witches. In his mind they were guilty by just being witches. He didn't know how to respond to what was a passionate question on her part. Part of him felt he was given that right with the death of his mother, but the mature thinking part of him knew it was wrong.

It seem her eyes on the knife was the perfect reason to avoid her thought taunting question. In fact it felt easier to respond to that even though it was clear she was terrified by the weapon. It was one of the reasons he armed himself in the first place. "It's this forest, it feels like some one is watching us!" He didn't expect her to understand his ominous feeling, but that what has helped him in the past about unseen dangers.

Alanna didn't relax, she was terrified to turn her back on him but she turned and started to walk again. A shadow slunk out from behind a tree, its brilliant green eyes watching them as the walked. She knew what it was her familiar was a strange creature able to fade into shadows when it didn't look like a simple house cat. It watched them for a moment before darting back into the forest a moment before a group of creatures stepped out of the shadows.

"Oh no..." She breathed softly. She'd hoped that her presence would keep the forest from attacking him but her fear must have triggered the magic her mother had set into place.

Jack couldn't think about her to much at the moment. The feeling in the pit of his stomach grew rapidly. He did find it strange that she continued walking. Maybe she didn't believe his feeling, or maybe she knew she wasn't in danger. Still when the creature appeared before her path and not behind him, he quickly assumed the former.

He wasn't sure about her, but he was sure of the strange creatures before him. Without hesitation he sprang forward with the lone knife. He showed no fear knowing very well the weapon may be useless against them. He did get out a word to her. "Run!!!" His action was firstly to protect rather than defend himself.

Alanna was frozen her eyes on the creatures that seemed not to make a move towards her. Her vocal chords were frozen otherwise she'd have ordered him to run. She doubted the magic would obey her but she was also afraid of his wrath if she revealed herself as a witch.

When Jack charged past her the creatures let out a loud roar charging forward. He wouldn't last against them and she couldn't bring herself to let him get killed. "Stop" She shouted rushing forward placing herself between him and the monsters.

She hoped to the gods that he'd stop but she knew the creatures would. The magic was part of her bloodline and it obeyed her even if she didn't have the skill to dispel it. The monster's ceased their charge and stood staring at her blocking the path but not attack. "Jack stop" She stated her voice firm.

Jack was shocked into stopping as the palm of her hand plastered his chest. The strange creatures on the other end seem to halt just as he did. He couldn't explain why, but his intuition knew why. She was indeed a witch. The knife still firmly in his hand and he was tempted to charge at her with it. But she was different, not because he was attracted to her and because she saved his life. She wasn't wicked as he expected all witched to be. That was the part that really turned his world upside down. He didn't know how to react to such a revelation.

He dropped the knife filled with confusion. Was all his life dedicated to tormenting good people. Was he just as bad as the witches he wanted to rid this world off. He wanted to look at her eyes, but his moral compass was haywire now. He could answer her question about him being a judge and an executioner. With the knife no longer in his hand, he just turned and walked in the opposite direction. Maybe he should die for the sins he had committed. Maybe there would be creatures less than forgiving than her. That was the part he hated. After all that he had done, she still choose to save his life. She maybe should have let him died. Maybe that would have been a better fate for him than questioning his life choices.

"Grant us passage" Alanna said loudly "This man is protected." The creatures seemed to bow moving away from her and she exhaled knowing that she'd just revealed herself to the wrong man. The sound of the knife dropping to the ground caught her attention and she turned to look at Jack. He wouldn't look her in the eyes and she wasn't sure if that was because he wanted to kill her or something else.

"Jack what are you doing" She asked him when he turned and began to walk away. He would die if he separated from her and for that reason she followed him. "Wait..." She said to him "Jack..."

She could see the creatures of the forest going in the same direction. If she let him get too far away they would attack without mercy. She couldn't in any good conscience let that happen to him. He was a witch hunter and she'd revealed herself but that didn't mean she could do the same he'd done.

Jack heard her call his name. He didn't know why she still wanted to help him. Didn't she realize that if the situation was different and he discovered she was a witch, he would have slain her without hesitation. He continued to walk ignoring her calls. He was feeling terrible and maybe death would be the only answer. "Stay away from me, I would have killed you!" He shouted as her presence only increase the regrets that have flooded his mind.

"You didn't" Alanna retorted "You didn't kill me." She put her hand on his shoulder trying to physically stop him, she wasn't going to let him go off to die.

"And I'm not going to let you die" She stated "Not while you're under my care... do you understand." If he brushed her off she would just keep following him until he was willing to go toward the town. She may be an idiot for following a witch hunter or even protecting one but her mother had instilled a desire to help and she'd follow it.

Jack was feeling so confused and yet she persisted in trying to keep him under her protection. That was the part that was most difficult to swallow. Why is she going through all this? He watched her as she had a powerful resolve on her face. "Don't you want me out of your life?"

To him that was a key piece of information. "Do you care about what happens to me, or once I don't die in your care, your mind would be at ease?" He had the feeling that was the case and if it was, then all he had to do was leave her domain.

"I do" Alanna answered "But not if it means letting you die... I'm a healer, it's not in my nature." She gave a light sigh she honestly didn't know what she thought of him, he knew she was a witch but he wasn't trying to kill her or drag her out of the forest to kill her. If she'd been a different kind of witch she'd have cut his heart out when he'd shown up at her doorstep.

"I do care what happens to you" She told him "Otherwise I'd have just let you walk back to the village on your own."

Her words were making sense but he still felt confused. Jack wanted some time to think. It was just to much for him to deal with at the moment. She was very helpful and despite of how bad her presence was, he couldn't deny that fact. Maybe she would grant him that wish to help him sort out his issues.

"Can I have some time alone, just to reflect!" He took a few steps away and sat against a large tree. She probably didn't want him out of her sight, but he just wanted to be alone at the moment.

Alanna gave a light sigh when he asked to be left alone and glanced around. "I can't go far... but... I suppose you could walk a few steps away" She said to him.

She let him go sit down against the tree but opted to take a rest where she was standing. Out of the shadows a small form darted out towards her. The Twin tailed cat climbed onto her lap its eyes focused on Jack almost warning.

"It's alright" She said softly "He won't hurt me." She gently stroked the cat's soft fur with a sad sigh, Witch Hunters murdered her family why couldn't she return the favor. Her mother had held no qualms about using a spell to keep hunters from reaching her.

Jack really didn't know what to do now. The best option was to get away from her, but what would he do after. That was the issue. He couldn't go back to slaying witches. He had no way of knowing who is good and who is bad. He couldn't just go up and ask them. His trade just got more complex.

The choice was if to let all the bad one roams free, or kill a few good ones. It was a hard choice as his conscious is the victim. He would feel bad no matter which he choose.

He looked at her as a pet appeared into her arms. "Can you tell which witches are bad and which are good?" Maybe she can help

Alanna looked up when he spoke not sure how to answer his question really. "There is no way to tell a evil witch from a good one... at least not at first glance" She said softly.

It was nearly impossible unless a witch attacked someone, that was a rarity anymore all witches were in hiding. It was both a blessing and a curse as the witches who used their magic to heal were forced into hiding as well.

"The type of spells used... but unless it is cast or you read their spell book... you won't know..." She said softly "I suppose the familiar could give it away... but I wouldn't know since my mother's death... I've never encountered another witch." She could barely remember anything before that horrific night when her mother was murdered by Witch hunters.

Jack wasn't sure how to read her words. Maybe she did know and didn't want to let him know. He really didn't want any wicked witches to roam the world, but he didn't want it on his conscious that he was destroying an innocent person in his pursuit. "A familiar? What is that?" He glanced at the cat that mysteriously appeared on her lap.

Also she hinted of something terrible that had happened to her mother. He knew it was personal, as the first time she didn't share any detail on it. "I don't want to hurt any good witches!" He looked at her wondering if her mother was a victim to someone like him. "I can't just ignore the bad ones either, so any help would be appreciated!"

"Familiars are guides they show a witch her gifts... and protect them" Alanna told him "Evil witches may not even have familiars..."

She looked at him she hadn't expected a witch hunter to speak to her. Her mind had been as biased as his witch hunters might not be the monsters she remembered. She shook her head he had only not killed her because he had time to speak with her. "You asked me once... about my family" She said softly "Do you still want to know?"

She appeared a bit distant with her words, a feeling he attributed to the nature of their relationship. It was a formal one, where each party felt they had to act in a certain way based on their belief. Jack didn't know how or if he wanted that to change.

When she offered to share her family history, he was unsure how to respond. Again the tone suggestive it would be something very deep or tragic. "I would love to know who instilled such dedication into you to always help, even if they are your enemies!" He responded in a cryptic tone.