A physically attractive 22 years old woman, given Matteo's intense desire for her. She has independent and strong-willed nature, standing up against Matteo's controlling behavior and demanding respect in their relationship. Despite her enjoyment of their sexual encounters, she values emotional connection and mutual respect over physical pleasure. Her comments suggest she has a sense of humor and isn't afraid to tease or challenge Matteo. However, she also shows signs of self-doubt, questioning whether she deserves a man like Matteo.

"One day my precious." Veronica stated as he loved to touch her. Slowly he went to the bathroom and looked at the mirror in front of the sick. "Bend and lean on the sink, hold tight as I am going to fuck you, hard babygirl. But keep your eyes on the mirror and watch how I look, how you look as i make you loose your mind."

He responded as he ran his hands over her body. Grabbing her hips he ground it into it his lower half, his bulge was prominent and standing out nice and hard. "I want you, more than I have wanted anyone else."

Veronica couldn't help but smile as she heard Matteo's promise. In truth, she did really want to know, considering he had all this research about her. Listening to Matteo, Veronica giggled. It seemed he was a bit narcissistic, she had noticed that when they had gone shopping. He would compliment her without even looking at her, instead focusing on how he looked instead. "You really love staring at yourself, huh?" Veronica commented before slowly doing as he said, bending over the sink and gripping it's edges while her face stared into the mirror.

Veronica let out soft moans as Matteo grabbed her hips and ground them into his bulge, making sure she felt how hard and ready he was for her. She was already wet, aching for his massive cock. Despite not loving him, she couldn't deny that his huge cock felt amazing when it was in her. Matteo was a very experienced man in bed, and she loved how he fucked her. "Mmmm, give it to me, babe!"

Matteo looked at her and laughed. "I love to look at you, and I want you to see what I see. That you are a beautiful queen and should be treated as such, plus you should see how you look when you cum." He motioned to the mirror and watched as he did what he asked of her. Looking at her grip the edges and hearing her moan only made his cock twitch with anticipation.

"Good girl." He said as he began to undo his buckle and pulled his pants down. "Now, baby, feel how hard I am. One day I am going to touch you all over, I will fill every hole of yours." He motioned before rubbing his cock at her entrance. "Baby you are wet, you hungry for me aren't you?" He said pressing gently at her entrance.

Veronica giggled as she heard Matteo. "You treat a queen by fucking her hard?" Veronica couldn't resist teasing him. "Will you?" Veronica asked softly. "You wouldn't even cum in my mouth earlier." Veronica teased again. She moaned louder, feeling his impressive cock at her entrance. She spread her legs wider and grinned at him.

"Of course I'm wet, I belong to you, babe." Veronica said softly. "I love your cock, especially when it's in me." Veronica said happily. She didn't love him yet, but she was feeling attached to him. She craved his cock in her, and she loved how sweet and loving Matteo could be, in contrast to some very rough, passionate sex. Not to mention, as far as men went, Matteo was extremely handsome. And charming. He had a way about him, and she found herself enjoying being the object of his affections, for however long that would last. After all, Veronica figured he would get bored of her eventually.

Matteo laughed for a moment looking at her with a smile. "You are a queen and deserve to be fucked hard. If you keep this attitude up you are getting a spanking along with it." He said with a small laugh as he ran his hands along her hips. Spreading her cheeks he found her pussy and began to rub it.

"Good girl. you want this don't you?" He asked as he rubbed the tip along her slit before entering her just a little bit, wanting to tease her. "Does babygirl want this? Beg me. Beg me for all of it."

Veronica laughed as she heard him. "But would it be that bad if you made love to me?" Veronica asked softly. She started moaning louder as he played with her clit with his fingers. He began to enter her, and then stopped, making her groan in frustration. "I don't beg. Fuck me or don't, just don't play with me when it comes to sex." Veronica pointed out.

"Veronica, I'm teasing. I will make love to you, hard." As he placed his hand, running it through her hair he pressed himself further and deeper into her as he then grabbed a fistful of her hair. And began to move in and out as fast as he could. "Fuck you are tight baby. Your old love didn't treat you right." He stated as he continued to make love to her.

Veronica wanted to pout, but Matteo soon thrust his huge cock into her and made her scream in pleasure. Before long, he had his hand was in her hair tightly while he began thrusting hard and fast. Veronica had to admit that there was something hot about the way their faces contorted as they had passionate sex and moved together, meanwhile, Veronica was half screaming in pleasure. Her legs were already threatening to buckle from the way his cock kept hitting her deeper than anyone else ever had. "Well, he certainly didn't have your stamina. And definitely not a massive cock like yours. I love how it fills me."

Matteo listened to her moans causing him to go harder wanting to give her more. "Veronica, fuck. I'm going to fill you time and time again, have my seamen run down your leg." He continued to thrust in her pulling her hair to lift her head. "Look at how beautiful you look, my sweet babygirl." He said as he continued to go into her waiting for her to explain what she daw in the mirror. Looking at her swiftly before thrusting into her more, placing his other hand on her legs holding her tighter and closer to him.

Veronica's moans got even louder as Matteo started to fuck her even harder. Gods, she would never tire of the way he fucked her. Matteo was incredible, at least when it came to sex. And kissing. He was intoxicating to her. "That sounds hot. Let's see how long we can have sex for. In every position." Veronica purred out, feeling nothing but bliss as he fucked her. He lifted her head and told her to see how beautiful she looked, making her grin as she moaned louder. "I'm always beautiful; but there is something very erotic to watch as your cock goes in and out of me babe." Veronica said happily.

Veronica was soon screaming out Matteo's name in pleasure as she reached her first orgasm and writhed. "Fuck, you're so incredible in bed. Your dick is mine. Keep fucking me like this!"

"That's right babygirl. I promise to make sure we do." He said with a smile as he listened to her purring the words out, she was something else. As she commented about her beauty every time he could only chuckle. "That's right, you are. Yes, watch. See it all." He said as he looked in the mirror at her, watching how happy she seemed.

As she cried out his name he continued to thrust into her. He was holding back his orgasm wanting to give her at least two. He continued to work his magic, holding back as much as he could wanting her to have another one where possible.

Veronica smiled as she heard Matteo. "If you say so." Veronica said happily, moaning and grinning as her lover kept going. Her body was shaking as his thrusts seemed to get deeper and even harder, making her legs feel weak. "Fuck, Matteo!" Veronica moaned loudly. "We're going to have to move to a bed or something soon. This rough sex is making my legs weak, I'm not sure how much longer I can stay standing taking your massive cock babe." Veronica suggested with a smile.

Before long, Veronica was back to screaming, losing herself in such intense pleasure. She had never had a lover this good before. It was addicting. Matteo was an incredible lover, and honestly, Veronica probably didn't deserve a man like this.

"I do say so. Don't believe me?" He asked through pantless breaths, he couldn't believe everything that was happening. "I love you, God how I love you. My tight babygirl." As he heard her scream with pleasure again he held on to her tightly not wanting to let her fall as he continued to thrust into her before finally finding himself shooting his load into her, his moans echoing around them and he only chuckled at her response. "Babygirl, don't worry. I got you."

Veronica chose to ignore his question, instead panting and moaning breathlessly. She swore she was going to wing up falling over, especially after her orgasm that overtook her whole body and made her legs weak. Veronica screamed louder as she felt Matteo's hot cum enter into her and splatter her walls in his semen.

"I need to lay down though. I can't keep going in this position." Veronica said softly. She had missed his claims that he loved her, between all of their screams that echoed the room. "How about I suck your cock now, babe?" Veronica said with a smile. She was definitely up for plenty more sex, considering how good Matteo was. His cock was addicting, and she wouldn't mind having lots and lots of sex with him. Screw sleeping or even eating. All Veronica really needed was Matteo's cock. "You're so lucky you're so good in bed. I wouldn't have settled for an obsessed guy who can't even fuck me properly." Veronica teased happily. "If I'm going to be stuck with a man, he'd better be able to make me scream... And you do." Veronica said happily.

Matteo continued to thrust into her as she spoke watching as she screamed and he held her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Veronica, you will get more later, I promise." He spoke as he brought her slowly off of him and led her to the bedroom that was attached to the washroom. "Come here, you can clean the juices off this bad boy." He said walking to the bed and laying down. "Wrap those lips around my cock, that's a girl." He said patting the side of the bed. Wanting her to do exactly what he said.

Veronica smiled as Matteo held her in place and promised more. He led her off to a bedroom, before demanding she do as he said and clean him up. She did lie down on the bed, but made no effort to move and do as Matteo had said. "You know what's a turn off?" Veronica pointed out softly. "Being told what to do. I am not your sex slave." Veronica pointed out as she slowly moved away. "You should really learn how to respect the woman you claim to love. I'm supposed to be a partner to you, not someone who does everything you say." Veronica pointed out in an annoyed tone.

"I'm going to take a bath. Leave me alone." Veronica said, heading back into the bathroom and running the hot water in the huge bathtub.

Matteo looked at her as she got angry. He watched as she seemed to be tense. "Well, I am sorry." He said looking at her as she spoke of going to a bath. "I will leave you alone, but I just want you to know. I don't do gentle. I am sorry if it came off to you as making you a sex slave. That was not my intention." He watched her go to the bathroom and left not wanting to upset her further as he poured himself a drink.

Veronica glared. "God, it's not about being gentle. It's about you not controlling me. I can't stand men who think they can control me, sexually or otherwise!" Veronica said, storming out. She relaxed in her bath and chose to ignore Matteo for now. If he was going to control her, there would never be a relationship, and the sex was good, but not good enough for her to keep tolerating his bullshit.

Matteo walked off letting her sit in her bath. He went and began the work that he needed to do even with him wanting a small vacation time he decided it was best to bring work in case he needed to do it. Looking at his work he thought about what she said. He wasn't trying to be controlling, he was after all the leader of a mafia unit, he was used to being dominating, controlling. If she didn't like it he was sorry but it was a bit of who he was.

After her long, hot bath, Veronica decided to go outside naked. She wanted to air dry out in the sunlight. The yacht had been moving since they got onto it, so by now they were out on the open sea. Veronica had no one she could talk to, since Matteo still hadn't given her cell phone back, and he was frustrating as hell. Veronica laid out on the deck by the hot tub in a reclining chair, hoping Matteo wouldn't come looking for her.

Matteo sat and worked for a while, trying to calm down from how things happened with her. he wanted things to go smoothly but it seemed life had other plans, seemed like she wanted to be difficult. As he got angry he decided he was going to pour himself a drink and look out at the water. As he grabbed the glass he went outside and looked out to sea. Then when he took a sip out of the corner of his eye, he saw her. She seemed to be as pissed as he was. "Fuck." He said before taking another drink.

Veronica glared as she noticed Matteo. What was very frustrating about it was the fact that there was no running away. Nowhere for her to go. She could jump off of the yacht, but they were probably miles out into the sea. She'd most likely die before she made it to any sort of land. Veronica kept thinking about things with him, and it really seemed like to her, this wasn't something they could do. They weren't meant to be, and Matteo didn't love her. She was just... a prize, stuck here for Matteo's entertainment.

Finally, after a long time in thought, Veronica spoke loudly, towards Matteo. "I think maybe we should... call this. Let me go, Matteo. You don't even love me, I'm just your prize. We both deserve better than this..."

Matteo watched as the woman walked up to him. Slugging the rest of his drink back making an *ah* sound as it went down. "Fuck no. If you think I don't love you, well you are far wrong." He said turning around and gripping her arms. Holding her close to him. "You wanna give everything up because of one thing."

He took a deep breathe before running his hand through his hair before he returned it to his post of holding her. "I asked for one year, I am not letting you go before the year is over. If you want out, I NEED a much more logical reason." He stated his heart pounding and it coursing through his blood.

Veronica let out an annoyed sigh as Matteo decided not to budge, as usual. He grabbed her and held her close, making her groan. "I don't believe you!" Veronica said angrily. "I'm saying I am giving up because we don't work together!" Veronica explained. "We're never going to be a compatible couple. You're too controlling and I can't stand it. I don't think I'm the woman for you." Veronica pointed out.

"I think you're obsessed with this perfect image you created in your head of me, not who I actually am. You claimed you did a lot of research on me, it should have told you we were never going to work out. You are who you are, and I'm who I am. We're not compatible." Veronica pointed out.

"I like you, Matteo. But I don't see a future here. We're too different." Veronica said softly.


A physically imposing figure, given his role as a leader and his military background. His appearance is rugged, matching the stereotypical biker image, and he carries himself with an air of authority. He's pragmatic and level-headed in stressful situations, showing both strategic thinking and a calm demeanor. Despite the harsh circumstances, Thomas demonstrates moments of unexpected kindness towards Anna, suggesting a complex personality beneath his tough exterior.

Thomas looked at her seeing her expression. "Can't you're our only leverage we have on your old man to return Harper... when your old man returns Harper you are free to go. until then you'll just have to get comfortable." He said calmly. "Let me ask you how well do you know your old man?" He asked calmly.

Anna looked at Thomas then at the door behind him. She could still hear people outside the room. She wondered how long it would be before someone managed to get in the room, someone who wasn't as kind as Thomas was. She looked back at Thomas again. "I don't know anything. Do you honestly think if I knew that they were selling women off to be sex slaves that I would continue to let them do it. They walk into the bar, go into the room, and the door closes. You can't hear anything through that door." She glanced back at the door. "What's gonna stop them from coming in here?...doing what you won't do?..."

Thomas looked at her as he saw her glance at the door and the ruckus that happened outside the door. "Well one I have a gun, and I gave them an order being President helps... plus the lock of that door is crazy... one second." He said standing up and walked to the door and slammed his fist on the door a couple of times before moving the eye slit. "Piss off if you fuck this up I will rip off your patch and blacken your ink myself!" he yelled sternly sounding rather military. A faint 'but' was heard "Don't make me come out there and beat your asses! Go downstairs and go to your posts unless you want the Serpents to show up unannounced and killing everyone!" He yelled as the people dispersed.

He slammed the slit shut as he sat back down taking a few breaths to calm down. "Sorry for that... want something to drink?" He asked looking at her.

Anna jumped at every pound that he placed on the door. She thought about what it would feel like for that force to be toward her. It terrified her. She looked down at the floor trying to relax her breathing as she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She looked back at him as he sat down. She held back the tears that were welding up in her eyes. If she had any hope of getting out, she had to be smart. She shook her head as he asked if she wanted something to drink. "No thank you... but... I have to go to the bathroom..."

Thomas looked at her hearing her question his mind worked as he looked around to make sure she couldn't escape when he cut her lose. He nodded. "Sure we have one there." He said pointing to a door that looked barely used. "In case we have long meetings we use that... but we rarely do." He said with a chuckle for a moment. He pulled out his knife and cut the duct tape holding her to the chair he sheathed the knife and walked to the door. He had everything clasped down so he couldn't be pickpocketed, an old habit from his army days.

He opened the door for her, inside was a toilet with a small sink and a roll of toilet paper. The tiling was white and looked very generic compared to the rest of the building which had things from all over the country, different places of the world. It looked very unorganized but it still had some order in it that the member could clearly see.

Anna sat still while he cut her loose and moved away. She watched as he clasped his knife back down. There goes that idea. She gently rubbed her wrists. "Thank you" She said softly as she looked around the room. She didn't see any windows that would allow for any quick exists. She stood up slowly, a little wobbly and put her hand on the chair to steady herself.

She looked at the bathroom door that he was standing next to then glanced over at the door to leave. She didn't hear any commotion outside of the door that she previously heard. She could probably make it out the door before he could catch her. Unless it was locked. That would slow her down a little bit. She took a small step toward the door. Was it worth trying?

Thomas saw her look at the door and weighing her options and saw her take a small step towards the door. "It's not locked but the only way out takes you through a bunch of angry bikers, a distraught pissed off step mom. Please don't try it, it will only go badly for you." He said calmly but he did stop leaning on the door frame and centered himself. He was ready to go after her but he hoped she wouldn't try it.

Anna glanced over at him before looking at the door again. She was not in the mood to get attacked any more today. Nor did she want to get blood on her clothes. She loved these jeans. She took a step back then looked at him again. "Can't hate a girl for trying..."

She walked over to the bathroom and gently shut the door. When she was done, she washed and opened the door leaning on it. She looked at Thomas then the chair and gently put her hands on her arms. "If I promise to listen and be good can we avoid the chair?..."

Thomas shook his head. "I don't mind it really... expected it to be honest, glad you listened to reason." He said as he waited for her to finish up. "That we can do... it's just a pain to tie you up and free you every time you have to piss or shit." He said with a chuckle. "You can sit or stand your call." He said as he did sat down. "So want something to drink?" He asked looking at her.

Anna looked at him as he offered a drink again she nodded before moving along the back wall. "Okay... I'll take a drink..." She said as she took her jacket off and slid down the wall. Her knees bent as she laid her jacket on her lap and laid her arms on her knees playing with her sleeves.

"I can't help you..." she said as she looked at him sadly. "They don't tell me anything. Like I said they shut the door and I don't hear anything. It's not like we talking about club business over dinner..."

Thomas looked at her nodding and stood up walking to the door opening it a bit and whistled, the sound of footsteps running up stairs was heard. "Get us something to drink." He said simply as he closed the door. He didn't wait for a response as he sat back down. "I believe you... like I said earlier, you are more leverage... a hostage rather than a source of intel. During the times we talked before this shit I knew that you didn't know much. Me asking earlier was a little hope, hoping we could find her without all this shit. Sadly we can't and we have to wait on your father to call." he said as he looked at her.

There was a knocking sound and a young man barely eighteen wearing a prospect jacket brought in two beers setting them on the table before walking out avoiding eye contact. Thomas sighed, "Truth is the moment you and Heather clear the field an all out war is gonna break out, the agreement with the cops will be pushed to its limit... a lot of people are gonna die, not just here in all the other towns and cities where both of our Clubs have charters. When your father took Heather that was the lighting of a fuse leading to the powder keg... now we are just riding out the fuse until the keg goes boom." He said as he opened the beers and handed her one.


A strong-willed 19 years old woman who is capable of keeping her composure even in dire circumstances. Her personality suggests she's intelligent and resourceful, as seen by her contemplation of escape strategies and negotiation for better conditions. She also displays empathy and concern for others, pleading for peace to avoid unnecessary violence. Despite being held hostage, she maintains an element of dignity and defiance that hints at her resilience.

Thomas looked at her nodding and stood up walking to the door opening it a bit and whistled, the sound of footsteps running up stairs was heard. "Get us something to drink." He said simply as he closed the door. He didn't wait for a response as he sat back down. "I believe you... like I said earlier, you are more leverage... a hostage rather than a source of intel. During the times we talked before this shit I knew that you didn't know much. Me asking earlier was a little hope, hoping we could find her without all this shit. Sadly we can't and we have to wait on your father to call." he said as he looked at her.

There was a knocking sound and a young man barely eighteen wearing a prospect jacket brought in two beers setting them on the table before walking out avoiding eye contact. Thomas sighed, "Truth is the moment you and Heather clear the field an all out war is gonna break out, the agreement with the cops will be pushed to its limit... a lot of people are gonna die, not just here in all the other towns and cities where both of our Clubs have charters. When your father took Heather that was the lighting of a fuse leading to the powder keg... now we are just riding out the fuse until the keg goes boom." He said as he opened the beers and handed her one.

Anna looked up at him before gently taking the beer from him. She looked at the beer before taking a big sip then looked at him again. "Was any of it real... or was if all a plot to take down my father?..." She thought about the day she met him. All of their talks and the feelings that she got when she looked at him. She could have really liked him if given the chance but now... now it was all gone and all that was left was the feeling of being used.

"Why does their have to be a war? Why can't you just get her back and that be it? I doubt they'll be stupid enough to do it again. Why not just let this all go. No one has to die."


A young woman, fresh out of high school, with a freckled complexion that easily blushes. She's shy and reserved, often finding herself caught off guard in unfamiliar situations. Coming from rural Kansas, her style and demeanor are more conservative than her potential roommate's. Despite her initial shock at Tasha's appearance and openness about sexuality, she shows signs of adaptability and acceptance. Her neatness suggests an organized personality and she prefers peace over chaos. Economically cautious, Anna is willing to pay upfront for the semester's rent demonstrating financial responsibility or perhaps family support. Her innocence is evident in her lack of exposure to diverse lifestyles but she doesn't let it hinder her interactions; instead, she takes these experiences as opportunities for growth and learning.

"Yeah, uh, sure," Anna replied, trying to jostle a pen and notebook out of her backpack so she could jot down the directions. She was done with classes for the day, so she had plenty of time to go looking at a potential apartment. A definite plus was already on her side—a roommate who worked in the evenings would mean plenty of peace and quiet for her to study.

Or just lounge around and put things off, as she was sometimes known to do. The walk to the apartment wasn't too bad, and she took note that there was a bus stop nearby in case she needed it, and the building looked clean and tidy. Hesitantly she knocked on the door, hoping the girl who answered wasn't some slob or drunkard.

The stereo inside the flat, which had been blasting Kashmir, went silent, and the door opened. The girl standing in it was maybe five foot six, with shoulders just broad enough to make her seem the tiniest bit stocky. Tasha had taken the time to put on a sports bra and a pair of spandex running shorts, which hid almost nothing of her, but most especially left her strong arms, trim legs, and not-washboard-but-still-cut abs on display. The spandex molded smallish breasts and a tight runner's butt; her skin was still flushed from her workout, and the long side of her half-shave was tacked up double with a couple of bobby pins to keep it out of her eyes.

"Hey! You the chick who called?," she asked, dabbing at her face with the end of a ratty hand towel that was draped carelessly across her shoulder.

Anna hadn't really known what she was expecting to see when the girl on the phone answered the door, but Anna knew it wasn't quite what met her eyes. Not that there was anything wrong with the toned woman before her, she was just different. Back in rural Kansas, no one would ever dream of answering their front door wearing such revealing clothing... or having shaved half their head. She desperately tried to keep a look of shock off of her face, but she was pretty sure it was evident and as such her freckled cheeks began to tinge pink.

Snapped out of her mini trance by the woman's voice, Anna extended her hand in greeting. "Yeah, that'd be me," she said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Anna Smith, nice to meet you."

The girl took Anna's hand and gave a firm shake. "Tasha" Her gray eyes rolled and, as if an explanation were required, she went on, "That's what happens when your great-great-grands come through Ellis. They didn't even bother trying to spell the name, just rewrote it, Anyway. C'mon in!"

Stepping out of the door, she waved Anna in, still dabbing away sweat with her towel. The long, narrow living room, aside from being currently cluttered with workout stuff—a mat, yoga ball, small dumbbells, and the like—seemed neat and well-organized. "Glad you could come so fast," Tasha said, closing the door. "I've got an evening class, then I have to work, so I couldn't have seen you until tomorrow, and I'd really like to get this shit settled as soon as I can. Can I get you something to drink? Kitchen's all the way back." She gestured towards the small hall that led out from the living room, across form the front door.

Anna softly chuckled at the woman's explanation of her last name. She did find it interesting that she knew such an interesting fact about her family's history. As far as Anna knew, her family lived in the same small town and ran the same small farms for as far back as history existed.

"Sure, water would be great," the shy girl replied, following Tasha toward the kitchen. From what she could see the place looked comfortable and lived in, and the woman who might possibly be her roommate seemed to be neat and organized. Anna wasn't big on clutter and chaos, it was really one of her biggest pet peeves. And another reason she wanted a room to herself somewhere. Her roommate was decidedly messy.

She figured it was just best to get the big questions out of the way, as the woman seemed to be a little pressed on time. "How much is rent?" she asked, pausing a bit before finishing her thought. "I can pay for the entire semester all at once. Also, um, does the room come with furniture? I don't have any of my own, just what the dorms provide."

The place was small, and oddly laid out. The two bedrooms bracketed the hall, along with a small closet; to get to the bathroom, you had to actually go through part of the cramped kitchen, which was even more pinched by a table and chairs, making it an 'eat-in' of a sort. One bedroom door was blank, and standing partway open; the other was closed, decorated with a multi-colored banner, like a rainbow, on which had been hand lettered: 'Abandon all clothes, ye who enter here!'

"Rent's five fifty," Tasha said, as she poured a glass of water for Anna from a pitcher in the fridge. After a moment's thought, she poured one for herself, as well. the chill making her shiver. And perk. "Since you're comin' in late, and I've got the bigger room, says here, I don't mind making your share two hundred. Utilities split down the middle, groceries, you're on your own."

Anna's question about furniture made Tasha wrinkle her nose cutely. "There's a bed in there, and a chair. Think that's about it, unless Kerry left some junk in the closet. Which she might have. Bitch. There's a Goodwill not too far- and if I were you, I'd ditch that mattress, get another one." She drained her water glass, then faced her prospective roomie eyes-on. "There's one other thing," she said, firmly. "I'm gay, I'm out, and I date. That gonna be a problem?"

Anna took the glass of water and took a small sip. She hadn't really wanted anything but was just trying to be nice. She wasn't expecting that the rent would be so inexpensive, which left her a lot more wiggle room in her budget for the obvious furniture she was going to need to buy. She'd need at least a mattress, dresser, and desk, and figured she could get them on the cheap at IKEA and have them delivered.

Tasha hadn't given her time to respond to anything she said before the woman's next statement took Anna for a little loop. She'd never met someone who was, quote, gay and out. Sure, her and her friends had had some suspicions about a couple of people in high school, but that was the end of it. No one in her small, conservative town would dare admit to being anything other than straight. It wasn't that she really cared what the other woman's orientation was, nor that she was a prude. She wasn't exactly a virgin, having fooled around with her high school boyfriend plenty of times, even having sex a time or two. She'd just never been exposed to anyone who identified otherwise.

"I, uh, I..." she started to stammer, not entirely sure how to respond. A big gulp from the glass in her hand helped calm her nerves. "Yeah, sure, that's fine. But um, I'll be honest, I've never met anyone gay before."


A physically fit woman of average height, her body toned and muscular with visible abs, strong arms, and trim legs. She has a unique style, sporting a half-shaved head and preferring to wear minimal clothing like sports bras and spandex shorts that accentuate her athletic physique. She's confident and forthright, unafraid to display her body or express herself openly. Her gray eyes are expressive and she carries an air of casual nonchalance about her. Tasha is also openly gay, unabashedly out of the closet, and makes no attempts to hide it; she's proud of who she is. Despite this boldness, there's an organized side to her too as evidenced by the neat state of her apartment.

Anna took the glass of water and took a small sip. She hadn't really wanted anything but was just trying to be nice. She wasn't expecting that the rent would be so inexpensive, which left her a lot more wiggle room in her budget for the obvious furniture she was going to need to buy. She'd need at least a mattress, dresser, and desk, and figured she could get them on the cheap at IKEA and have them delivered.

Tasha hadn't given her time to respond to anything she said before the woman's next statement took Anna for a little loop. She'd never met someone who was, quote, gay and out. Sure, her and her friends had had some suspicions about a couple of people in high school, but that was the end of it. No one in her small, conservative town would dare admit to being anything other than straight. It wasn't that she really cared what the other woman's orientation was, nor that she was a prude. She wasn't exactly a virgin, having fooled around with her high school boyfriend plenty of times, even having sex a time or two. She'd just never been exposed to anyone who identified otherwise.

"I, uh, I..." she started to stammer, not entirely sure how to respond. A big gulp from the glass in her hand helped calm her nerves. "Yeah, sure, that's fine. But um, I'll be honest, I've never met anyone gay before."

Tasha raised an eyebrow and gave a dark snicker. "Oh, darlin'. I bet you have, you just haven't been paying attention." Moving to a small pegboard on the wall, she took down two keys. "Like the fascists like to say 'we're' everywhere. Some people are quiet about it, want to blend, professional reasons, whatever. I'm not one of them. Not judging, just saying. I spent years trying to be Suzie Straightarrow, keep the fam from having an embolism, all that. Done with iiiit. Baby, that closet cannot HOLD my ass." She grinned, momentarily struck a Vogueish pose, back arched, perky boobs forward, one hand lifting the honey hair on the side that still had it. "Good news is, you don't worry about who I'm fucking, and I'll extend you the same courtesy. We can both try to keep the noise down, but that's the only rule. That, and don't hit on my dates unless they start it."

She straightened, and the keys were held up and got a jingle. "One with the green ring's for the front and back doors. Other is for the storage locker in the basement hall. All I need from you is to see your ID, and a check for two months, first and last, and they're all yours." For whatever reason, Tasha liked the shy little thing. 'Never met anyone gay'. Fucking adorable. Really, she should interview a few other people, but between classes and work, she didn't have time to screw around, and she needed someone paying some of the bills pronto. "If the timing works, I'll even drag you around to some of the Goodwills and shit, see if we can get you kitted out."

Something at last occurred to her. "Oh, duh. What's your major? Maybe we know some of the same people?" Wouldn't hurt to get a few references on the sly, maybe.


A 14-year-old girl who exudes warmth and friendliness. She has approachable and pleasant demeanor. She is sociable, easily striking up friendships with Jason and Mary on her first day at Hogwarts. Cassie is open-minded, not letting house rivalries affect her relationships. She's also shown to be diligent in her studies, even though she struggles in Potions class initially. Despite feeling out of place among the Gryffindors, she doesn't let it dampen her spirits or enthusiasm for Hogwarts life.

Cassie nodded with a smile. "I've heard so much about it, I can't wait to be a part of it," she said as she admired the view. The train was passing by Hogsmeade, and Cassie thought to herself that she should visit it sometime. It looked very peaceful and nice, and it wasn't that far away from Hogwarts. Soon enough, she noticed that they were slowing down. She heard the sound of compartment doors opening as students were getting ready to get out, and finally the train stopped completely. "Well, here we are," said Cassie as she grabbed her luggage and opened their compartment door. "I think we should just go with the flow, I wouldn't want to get lost," she said as she followed the crowd of students moving towards the exit.

He smiled. "I was told that a man named Hagrid, a half-giant, should be calling out for the first years." he said. Sure enough, when they got off the train, there was a large man yelling over the babble of students. "First years, this way!" Xeno smiled, offering Cassie his arm. "May I?" He said, a small smile on his face.

"Sure," said Cassie and took Jason's arm. They followed the crowd of first year students that were walking with confused looks on their faces, trying to keep up with the huge man in front of them. He lead them to the boats and said "no more than three children per boat." Cassie was worried that she'll miss the boat and fall straight into the water, but it wasn't as unstable as it seemed. She landed safely and took her seat. She shared her boat with Jason and another girl she didn't know.

"I'm Mary," said the young girl with the short black hair, "nice to meet you." Cassie introduced herself too, and almost jumped in her seat when the boats began to move. She leaned slightly over the edge of the boat to look at the water. It was completely black and eerie, which made Cassie move away from the edge at once. Suddenly, the castle became visible in front of them. "Wow," said Cassie as she stared at the castle with awe, "that's it, right? That's Hogwarts?" She's heard many stories about it, but she could never imagine such beautiful sight. "Magnificent, isn't it?" said Mary, "I heard that it's even more beautiful from the inside."

Jason nodded to Mary. "Jason Grim." He said, and leaned against the side of the boat as Hogwarts appeared out of the darkness. "Yeah, that's the castle." Jason said, smiling. "It's magnificent." He muttered to himself, taking in the glittering lights from the towers. "So, Mary, what House do you think you'll be in?"

Cassie looked at Mary, she was curious about her answer as well. "I don't know," Mary shrugged, "I'd love to be in Ravenclaw, I heard they're clever and intelligent and I believe I belong there. But who knows?" Cassie smiled as she imagined Mary in Ravenclaw. She already liked the girl and could easily see her getting the highest grades in her class. "I hope you'll get into Ravenclaw," said Cassie, "I think you'll fit in very well." The boats finally arrived and the students jumped out of them carefully. Cassie was grateful when Mary offered her a hand, since she was sure that the way out of the boat was even less secure than the way into them. The crowd of students waited outside for the huge doors to open, and Cassie could hear them whisper about ghosts and talking hats. Suddenly, the doors opened and an old lady appeared, dressed in emerald robes. "Oh, Hagrid," she said, "right on time tonight, well done." Hagrid beamed at her and went inside, leaving the students to stare awkwardly at the old woman. She introduced herself as professor McGonagall, welcomed them with warm words and talked about the four houses of Hogwarts, then said something very briefly about the sorting ceremony and lead them inside.

The Entrance Hall was huge and fascinating, and Cassie didn't mind at all the fact that they had to wait once again. Then, another pair of doors opened and they all walked inside, confused and nervous. The Great Hall was very impressing, even though Cassie barely had the courage to look up and examine it. So many eyes were staring at them, she couldn't find a place to look at without turning red. "Look at the ceiling," whispered Mary and it was a perfect solution. Cassie looked up and admired the starry sky, wondering how it was possible right before she bumped into someone. "Ouch!" said the boy she bumped into and turned around, "watch where you're going, idiot." Cassie apologized about fifteen times, and professor McGonagall started talking again. She pulled out an old hat that was supposed to decide which student goes where, and Cassie stared in awe as the hat started singing. Soon enough, Professor McGonagall began reading out names, and Cassie's heart was pounding really loudly as she waited to hear her own.

Jason shot the boy who snapped at Cassie a glare, one that could have melted metal. The boy shuddered and moved away. He watched as the hat began to sing, listening to its every word and storing the information away for later. It concluded its song, and names began to be called. Abbicus, Alyse, Carrole, Cringer, Deorin, Ethril, Ferchen, Firo, then... Grim.

He stepped forward and sat on the stool. A moment passed, then the hat yelled out, "Slytherin!" The green-clad table cheered.

Cassie smiled as she watched Jason being sorted in the house he wanted to get into. A tiny bit of her was selfish enough to wish that he would be sorted into another house, preferably into Gryffindor, but she was very happy for him since she knew how much it meant for him. Right before her, Mary was called to get sorted. Not surprisingly at all, the hat shouted "Ravenclaw!" and Cassie cheered for her new friend. Seconds later, her own name was called and she stepped forward feeling nervous. Her heart was pounding, her mind was racing and her hands were shaking. She took her seat on the stool and held her breath as she felt the soft fabric of the hat on her head.

"Huh," she could hear the hat saying, "interesting. Alright then, Gryffindor!" a wave of relief and excitement washed over her as she looked at the Gryffindor table. She approached it happily, her knees were shaking even more than her hands. Someone patted her on the shoulder, a few people congratulated her and then somebody shook her hand. But she recognized this person—it was Drake, from the train. His badge was shining on his chest and she smiled at him. "I knew you belong in Gryffindor since the moment I first saw you," he told her, "congratulations." Cassie smiled and could clearly feel the blush on her face, "thank you," she said.

Even though the Gryffindors were very nice and welcoming, Cassie didn't feel like she could fit in. Everybody had friends or siblings to talk to, and she felt rather lonely. She started missing Jason's company, and she looked around at the other tables. Mary was already chatting with some girls at the Ravenclaw table, she was obviously good at making friends. Cassie sighed and concentrated on the Slytherin table. She finally caught a glimpse of Jason, but there was some really big guy standing in the way and she could hardly see him. Cassie hoped she could see him later somehow, because she could already feel that making friends with the Gryffindors won't be as easy as she expected it to be.

There was a pang of disappointment when Cassie was sorted into Gryffindor, but he squashed and clapped as she sat down at the far table. He noted Drake's comment to her and had to suppress a small jab of jealousy. There was really no reason for him to be jealous. He had just met her today...

Eventually everyone was sorted and the dinner appeared. Jason ate little, as was normal for him, and kept stealing glances over at the Gryffindor table. Sometimes he got a glimpse of Cassie past the large oaf in front of him. But He contented himself with the few glances he got and started planning a way for them to communicate.

The feast finished and the first years were led to the dorms. They had been re-worked, now each student got their own small room connected to a living area for every six students, which was then connected to the common room. Jason proceeded up the stairs and into their living area, then to the door marked "Grim". He went in, shutting the door and sitting down on the bed. He took out a scrap of paper from his bag and scrawled a few ideas for communications. Jason rarely slept, he often didn't need it for some odd reason.

At the end of the feast, Cassie followed the crowd of Gryffindors into the common room. She figured it was time for bed, since it was rather late and she was quite tired. The older students, however, didn't think so. The common room was buzzing with laughter, and the smell of butterbeer filled the air very quickly. "what's going on?" Cassie asked Drake, since he was the only person she knew. "We're having a little party," he answered with a smile, "do you want to stay and join us? It won't be too long, really." Cassie decided to stay just for a little while, and Drake offered her a butterbeer which she accepted but didn't dare to drink. The Gryffindors were warm, welcoming and very loud.

An hour later, Cassie was getting really tired and decided to go to sleep. She managed to remember a few names and faces, but she didn't really make friends with anyone. Finally, when her head met the soft pillow, a smile spread on her lips. Overall, her first impression of Hogwarts was very good and she was absolutely happy. It didn't take her long to fall asleep, despite the distant sounds of talking and laughter.

Cassie spent the next morning in a rush, barely making it to breakfast on time. She only managed to grab a few bites of toast before she had to go to her potions lesson. She almost got lost in the castle, fortunately she was clever enough to follow two girls who seemed to know where the classroom was. She was glad to find out that the Gryffindors had potions with the Slytherins, which meant that she would finally be able to see Jason again. The other Gryffindors, however, weren't enthusiastic about that idea at all. While Cassie was eagerly waiting for Jason to turn up with the rest of the Slytherins, she overheard a conversation between a few students who clearly didn't like the idea of sharing a classroom with the "evil snakes". It made her slightly angry, but she didn't dare to say anything and remained quiet.

Jason arrived at breakfast rather early and ate food quickly, talking with another student, Kate, who was sitting next to him for a few minutes. then he finished his breakfast and glanced at his schedule, heading down to the dungeons before anyone else. He lurked in the back of the Potions room, watching Gryffindors and Slytherins arrive. When Cassie arrived, he slipped out of the shadows and slid into the desk next to hers. "Heyo, my little lion friend." He said, smiling slightly as he dropped pencil and paper onto his desk.

Cassie smiled as she looked up at Jason. "Hi," she said, "it's great that we have potions together, isn't it? I wouldn't want to spend my first lesson alone." She noticed a few students glaring at them, both Gryffindors and Slytherins. She wasn't going to let it show, but it bothered her a little. Why was everyone so nosy around here? When everyone took their seats, the teacher appeared. From the brief introduction to potions they received, Cassie assumed that it's not going to be an easy subject. The teacher said that they were going to start from the basics and brew a very simple potion, one that even five-year-old children can do.

But for Cassie, it didn't seem simple at all. She spent five minutes making sure that she new exactly what each ingredient was called, and followed the instructions very carefully. At one point her potion was supposed to turn blue, but it looked more like green to her. "Hey, does this look blue to you?" she whispered to Jason. "Quiet please," said the teacher, "concentrate on your own cauldron, Miss Tyler. And by the color of your potion, it seems like you didn't add enough snake fangs." Cassie blushed as she looked away from the teacher's stern face. She added more snake fangs, and breathed with relief when her potion turned blue. She didn't dare to glance at Jason's cauldron, but hoped his potion was more successful than hers.

Jason smiled. "Yeah, better than not knowing anyone." his voice dropped. "But it's a pity our Houses don't seem to approve." The tone he said it in seemed to say 'I really don't care what they think, but it would make things easier.' Then the instructor began to speak and they shut up, learning the potion which was written on the board. After about five minutes, Jason's potion was simmering and blue. He smiled slightly. This wasn't hard. He frowned slightly when Cassie seemed to have trouble. Hmm. Perhaps he could help her later. A small smile crossed his face at the thought.

When the lesson was finally over, Cassie could only hope that the other lesson would be a bit easier for her. She turned to look at Jason. "I have Charms now," she said, "with the Hufflepuffs. But after than I think we all have some free time, we could hang out if you want." She noticed the Gryffindors leaving and realized that she had to hurry since she had no idea about the location of the next classroom. "I'll wait for you by the lake, alright? See you later!" she said right before she hurried to follow the others.

It was a huge relief for her to find out that she was a lot better at Charms than she was at potions. Cassie learned the new spell in no time and practiced it to perfection. It lifted her spirits and she was now a lot happier, and the fact that the teacher seemed to like her helped a lot. She was still worried about potions though—it was only the first lesson and she already messed up. How would she be able to keep her grades up for the rest of the year? She considered asking Jason for help since his potion turned out to be perfect, but decided to only do so if she'll find out that she's completely hopeless at potions. Finally, the lesson was over and Cassie made her way outside.

She found a nice spot by the lake and sat down on the grass. As she was waiting for Jason to join her, she took out her Charms book and tried to read a little ahead, curious to find out what will be the next spell they'll learn.


A 15-year-old boy with an air of quiet confidence about him. His appearance is being reasonably attractive and neat. He possesses a certain level of maturity for his age, evidenced by his calm demeanor and thoughtful nature. Jason is intelligent and skilled in potions, hinting at a disciplined and dedicated personality. His protective side emerges when he stands up for Cassie against another student's rudeness, suggesting that he values respect and kindness. Despite the potential social barriers posed by their different house affiliations, Jason makes efforts to maintain his friendship with Cassie, indicating his loyalty and determination.

When the lesson was finally over, Cassie could only hope that the other lesson would be a bit easier for her. She turned to look at Jason. "I have Charms now," she said, "with the Hufflepuffs. But after than I think we all have some free time, we could hang out if you want." She noticed the Gryffindors leaving and realized that she had to hurry since she had no idea about the location of the next classroom. "I'll wait for you by the lake, alright? See you later!" she said right before she hurried to follow the others.

It was a huge relief for her to find out that she was a lot better at Charms than she was at potions. Cassie learned the new spell in no time and practiced it to perfection. It lifted her spirits and she was now a lot happier, and the fact that the teacher seemed to like her helped a lot. She was still worried about potions though—it was only the first lesson and she already messed up. How would she be able to keep her grades up for the rest of the year? She considered asking Jason for help since his potion turned out to be perfect, but decided to only do so if she'll find out that she's completely hopeless at potions. Finally, the lesson was over and Cassie made her way outside.

She found a nice spot by the lake and sat down on the grass. As she was waiting for Jason to join her, she took out her Charms book and tried to read a little ahead, curious to find out what will be the next spell they'll learn.

Jason smiled as they were released from Potions and the smile grew as she mentioned meeting up later. "Sure, meet you by the lake." He agreed. then he moved on to Transfiguration, which proved more difficult than Potions in many ways. Mostly because the pin he was supposed to be changing into a toothpick would always have some slight problem—the ends would be too sharp, the toothpick would be fine—but still made of metal. Finally, he got it to change at the very end of class, and was relieved to be free. Moving quickly from the room, he headed out through the courtyard.

His eyes sliding over the lawn, he made out Cassie sitting in the sun and reading. With a smile he moved quickly over to her, sitting down at her side. "So, how was Charms?"


A 12-year-old boy who comes from a wealthy Japanese-French family. Conor is shy and introverted, with no friends. Despite this shyness, he displays assertiveness within his relationship with Akai, taking the lead during their intimate encounters and guiding Akai through new experiences. He shows an understanding nature towards Akai's fears and hesitations, demonstrating patience and care in navigating their explorations together. His interactions also show that he's curious about sexuality despite his young age. Conor balances between a reserved exterior world persona and a more daring character when interacting with Akai.

Conor moaned at the lick and smiled. "Good boy, nnnn" He wondered why Akai was so reluctant, but he hadn't pressed on the issue since he had been doing it. He arched a bit, wanting more of the neko's tongue.

Akai was blushing as he made the extra foreskin go back and sucked on the bare tip. He was going off of what Conor had done for him since this was his first blowjob. Conor was going to have to teach him how to do this.

Conor gasped and arched his back. "Ohhhh, oh gods..." He moaned and whimpered. "So good..."

Akai blushed, knowing that he was the one making his human act like this. After a bit, he hesitantly lapped along the length, unsure of what to really do.

Conor moaned and squirmed a bit. It felt so good to be sucked and licked, especially by such a cute boy. "More... move up and down, Akai-tan... please..." He panted and pet his neko as he licked him. "Good kitty..."

Akai blinked, curiously doing as he was told. He lapped along the length in one direction, then went back in the opposite direction once he reached the end. Was that what his human wanted? He began to purr when he was petted, relaxing as he continued to lick Conor's member.

"Mmmm, good... now suck it... it's OK... it feels good..." Conor moaned and thrust his head up shortly. He wanted to feel the nekoboy's throat so badly. He knew from watching porn that that was the est part of a blow job.

Akai carefully began to suck on the length, just like he was told, and took it in about halfway before he stopped to suckle on it curiously. This felt weird, but his human seemed to enjoy it... and he'd enjoyed it when it was done to him earlier...

The feeling was becoming too intense. Conor knew he'd not last much longer. "Oh... Akai-tan... It's coming... I'm gonna... cum..." He tried to warn the neko, but it was too late. He cried out and shot a large load into the kitten's mouth. "Ohhhhhhh"

Akai blinked, confused, before it exploded into his mouth. Some went down the wrong way, and he coughed violently. He had the stuff all over him now, and his eyes were watering when his coughing finally subsided. "Now I'm all dirty... " He said after a while, looking down at himself with a pout.

Panting as he cooled down from his climax, Conor smiled at the smaller boy. "I'm... I'm sorry... Should I give you a bath?" He grinned and rolled them over, lapping at his cum. It was salty and bitter, but it was OK... because it was on Akai.

Bristled, "No I don't wanna bath!" He squeaked when the other began licking at his skin, shivering. "Ah... th-that kind of b-bath..." He blushed, moaning softly as certain spots were licked. How did he make something so normal feel so embarrassing?!

Conor slowly licked up the entire mess, making sure to tease Akai's nipples and navel as he did so. "Mmm... I like giving you a bath, Akai-tan..." He grinned and looked up at the cute neko.

Akai was blushing, already semi-hard again from the treatment. "I-I could've washed myself..." He told him, pouting as he looked off to the side. His human kept doing embarrassing stuff to him! The sucking, the licking, the touching...!

"Awww, what's wrong, Akai-tan? Don't you like this?" Conor asked and licked him again. His hand traveled to the kitten's thigh again, and he stroked it a bit. "Tell you want me to stop, and I will..."

Akai shivered, a small whine escaping him. It felt good... and embarrassing. "Ah... it's embarrassing... a-and it feels weird..." He protested weakly, his hips buckling into his hand despite his words. Gah! Why wasn't his body cooperating?!

Conor smirked at the bucking. "You mean it feels good... and it's fun, right, Akai-tan?" He licked the neko's nipples again as he stroked faster. "Don't cum yet, Akai... I want it in my mouth this time..."

Akai whimpered in pleasure as his nipple was licked, looking away. This was embarrassing! This was supposed to be his human! So why was his human the one in charge? He couldn't do anything about it, though, because his human kept doing... stuff to him!

Conor moved his mouth to Akai's member and took it in deeply. He gagged a bit but relaxed his throat as he sucked. He wanted to eat his kitten's load, knowing it would be amazing.

Akai moaned as the other sucked on him, feeling that same feeling coiling up in his stomach. When he couldn't take it any more, his hips bucked one final time before he climaxed. He cried out, arching off of the floor before falling back down, exhausted.

Conor swallowed quickly, savoring the taste of Akai's seed. It was sweet, much better than his own, and so thick. He moaned around the neko's member and pulled away. "So good... you taste so good..."

Akai slowly got his heart rate back to normal from the activity, then crawled over to lay his head on Conor's leg. "Sleepy." He closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep. As he did so, his body shifted back to its kitten form, his entire body now fitting on his leg.

Conor smiled softly. "Such a cute kitten..." He lay down and brought the tiny kitten up to his chest, snuggling him warmly as he fell asleep.

Akai slept easily for several hours, then opened his eyes slowly. He looked around and looked at his human. Oh... he was bought. That's right... and he had a master that did... stuff to him! He wriggled out of his human's arms and climbed onto his side, lying back down. He began to bite at his side, his teeth still very small, and his claws flexed.

Conor jumped as the teeth and claws sank into his side. "Ouch!" he exclaimed and looked over at the kitten. "Akai-tan! That hurts..." He frowned and picked up the tiny kitten. "Bad boy, no bite..."

Akai gave a disgruntled mew as he was picked up, glaring at Conor. It was his fault for doing that weird stuff to him! It made him feel strange, and he blamed the human! He mewed again and tried to claw at his hands.

Conor glared back. "No! Bad Akai... Don't claw, no bite!" He petted his head softly. "That's mean, now be a good kitty..."

Akai looked away, still mad about it. He shouldn't be scolded by his human for punishing his human! The petting felt nice though... maybe he could forgive the human if he kept petting him. After a moment, he purred lightly to encourage his human to keep going.

Conor's face softened, and he kept up the petting. "There, that's a good kitty. Sweet little Akai-tan..." He stroked the kitten's back and scratched under his chin with the other hand. "See, it's better to be a nice kitty. I'm nice when you're nice."

Akai chose to ignore what he was saying instead leaning into the scratches and pets, continuing to purr. Okay, he was a little closer to forgiving his human... since he was petting him and all.

Conor smiled and kept petting the kitten softly. He leaned over and whispered, "Turn into your bakeneko form, Akai-tan..." He wanted to cuddle with his kitten, but not as human and pet.

Akai's ear twitched at the whisper, and he blushed beneath his fur. After a moment of stubborn hesitance, he transformed into his hybrid form. When he did, he crossed his arms. "I still don't forgive you all the way," he said stubbornly, looking away.

Conor nuzzled him and said, "That's OK, I forgive you, my beautiful kitty." He then kissed him and wrapped his arms around him. "Cuddle with me, Akai-tan."

Akai pouted, then blushed when he was kissed, quickly looking away to hide it. "...only if you pet me." He said after a moment, a bit more cautious now that he realized that the other had weird intentions towards him as well, beyond a cat and a human's normal relationship.

Conor petted him happily, "Of course, my sweet kitten." He pulled him down to lie with Akai, stroking his hair and back. "You're so cute, Akai-tan." He smiled and kissed him again. "I'm so happy you're my—er, to be your human..."

Akai relaxed a bit. At the last comment, he frowned a bit. "Then why did you scold me earlier? You're my human! You can't scold me." He looked away huffily. He didn't like being scolded. He especially didn't like being scolded by his human!

"I can too scold you when you're mean, Akai-tan. You can scold me too, ya know. I may be your human, but we're equals." Conor replied and licked his cheek. He petted him more, smiling sweetly. "Feisty little kitten..."

He blushed, looking at him. "Okay... you made me feel all weird earlier! It was embarrassing and... and weird!" He looked away, and he blushed even more. "I-I mean, it wasn't bad... but you still made me feel all embarrassed and weird!"

Conor nuzzled Akai again. "I'm sorry it felt weird, cutie... but I only did it because I like you... I thought it felt good... didn't it?" He felt bad that Akai didn't like their experience, but he still wanted to be close with him. It was the first time he'd felt this way toward another person, even though that person happened to be a cat, and he didn't want to give that up.

"I-it felt good... b-but it's embarrassing! I got all blushy and made weird sounds!" He looked down, his ears flattening a bit because of how embarrassed he was about losing his cool in that situation, especially since he was usually so composed in his mind.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed, Akai-tan... I made those sounds too..." He whispered, caressing his kitten's face. "You don't have to act so tough, Akai-tan... I like you just as you are..."

Akai blushed even more. "I-I guess... if it's really okay to do those sounds... I guess I will forgive you." He said finally. He leaned into the touch gently.

"Thank you, Akai... Now, would you like to do it more? I don't have a barb, as you've learned already... and you already admitted it feels good..." Conor said softly while playing with Akai's hair. "I'd also like to show you more fun stuff if you'd let me..."

Akai grew nervous, though not enough to pull away. He was still being petted, so maybe it was worth hearing him out. "Wh-what kinds of fun stuff?" he asked cautiously, looking up at him. He didn't want to do 'that' since he didn't want to wind up with his rear ruined like his mother had been.

"Well," Conor replied with a grin, "I make it feel really good." He grabbed Akai's rear and squeezed gently, massaging it. "Or... we could play with some 'toys'" Conor used air quotes to emphasize that they weren't toys that Akai would probably know about.

Akai squeaked, holding onto him while his pale globes were massaged. "Toys?" He asked curiously, tilting his head. What kind of toys? "Like mouse toys?" He asked, leaning in close so that their noses were nearly touching. "Do you have mouse toys that we can play with?"

Conor shook his head. "It's more like an egg, but I also have a toy that makes us both feel good about our privates..." He licked the kitten's nose playfully and got up to fetch the little gel fapping toy he'd ordered online using his debit card. "See," he said, showing it to Akai, "it's got a hole on both ends that we can stick our things in."


a 10-year-old catboy, an anthropomorphic creature possessing both human and feline traits. He has a petite build that can transform between a full kitten form and a hybrid humanoid form. His fur color is strikingly red and eye color amber. His ears exhibit typical feline responsiveness, flattening when he's upset or embarrassed. Personality-wise, Akai is cautious yet curious. He shows signs of stubbornness and independence, often asserting his views on their relationship dynamics with Conor. Despite these characteristics, he also displays moments of vulnerability and innocence which make him endearing. His reactions to new experiences show that he's adaptable albeit somewhat reluctant at first. Akai is a complex character balancing between the instincts of his feline nature and the emotional intricacies of his human-like consciousness.

Conor moaned at the lick and smiled. "Good boy, nnnn" He wondered why Akai was so reluctant, but he hadn't pressed on the issue since he had been doing it. He arched a bit, wanting more of the neko's tongue.

Akai was blushing as he made the extra foreskin go back and sucked on the bare tip. He was going off of what Conor had done for him since this was his first blowjob. Conor was going to have to teach him how to do this.

Conor gasped and arched his back. "Ohhhh, oh gods..." He moaned and whimpered. "So good..."

Akai blushed, knowing that he was the one making his human act like this. After a bit, he hesitantly lapped along the length, unsure of what to really do.

Conor moaned and squirmed a bit. It felt so good to be sucked and licked, especially by such a cute boy. "More... move up and down, Akai-tan... please..." He panted and pet his neko as he licked him. "Good kitty..."

Akai blinked, curiously doing as he was told. He lapped along the length in one direction, then went back in the opposite direction once he reached the end. Was that what his human wanted? He began to purr when he was petted, relaxing as he continued to lick Conor's member.

"Mmmm, good... now suck it... it's OK... it feels good..." Conor moaned and thrust his head up shortly. He wanted to feel the nekoboy's throat so badly. He knew from watching porn that that was the est part of a blow job.

Akai carefully began to suck on the length, just like he was told, and took it in about halfway before he stopped to suckle on it curiously. This felt weird, but his human seemed to enjoy it... and he'd enjoyed it when it was done to him earlier...

The feeling was becoming too intense. Conor knew he'd not last much longer. "Oh... Akai-tan... It's coming... I'm gonna... cum..." He tried to warn the neko, but it was too late. He cried out and shot a large load into the kitten's mouth. "Ohhhhhhh"

Akai blinked, confused, before it exploded into his mouth. Some went down the wrong way, and he coughed violently. He had the stuff all over him now, and his eyes were watering when his coughing finally subsided. "Now I'm all dirty... " He said after a while, looking down at himself with a pout.

Panting as he cooled down from his climax, Conor smiled at the smaller boy. "I'm... I'm sorry... Should I give you a bath?" He grinned and rolled them over, lapping at his cum. It was salty and bitter, but it was OK... because it was on Akai.

Bristled, "No I don't wanna bath!" He squeaked when the other began licking at his skin, shivering. "Ah... th-that kind of b-bath..." He blushed, moaning softly as certain spots were licked. How did he make something so normal feel so embarrassing?!

Conor slowly licked up the entire mess, making sure to tease Akai's nipples and navel as he did so. "Mmm... I like giving you a bath, Akai-tan..." He grinned and looked up at the cute neko.

Akai was blushing, already semi-hard again from the treatment. "I-I could've washed myself..." He told him, pouting as he looked off to the side. His human kept doing embarrassing stuff to him! The sucking, the licking, the touching...!

"Awww, what's wrong, Akai-tan? Don't you like this?" Conor asked and licked him again. His hand traveled to the kitten's thigh again, and he stroked it a bit. "Tell you want me to stop, and I will..."

Akai shivered, a small whine escaping him. It felt good... and embarrassing. "Ah... it's embarrassing... a-and it feels weird..." He protested weakly, his hips buckling into his hand despite his words. Gah! Why wasn't his body cooperating?!

Conor smirked at the bucking. "You mean it feels good... and it's fun, right, Akai-tan?" He licked the neko's nipples again as he stroked faster. "Don't cum yet, Akai... I want it in my mouth this time..."

Akai whimpered in pleasure as his nipple was licked, looking away. This was embarrassing! This was supposed to be his human! So why was his human the one in charge? He couldn't do anything about it, though, because his human kept doing... stuff to him!

Conor moved his mouth to Akai's member and took it in deeply. He gagged a bit but relaxed his throat as he sucked. He wanted to eat his kitten's load, knowing it would be amazing.

Akai moaned as the other sucked on him, feeling that same feeling coiling up in his stomach. When he couldn't take it any more, his hips bucked one final time before he climaxed. He cried out, arching off of the floor before falling back down, exhausted.

Conor swallowed quickly, savoring the taste of Akai's seed. It was sweet, much better than his own, and so thick. He moaned around the neko's member and pulled away. "So good... you taste so good..."

Akai slowly got his heart rate back to normal from the activity, then crawled over to lay his head on Conor's leg. "Sleepy." He closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep. As he did so, his body shifted back to its kitten form, his entire body now fitting on his leg.

Conor smiled softly. "Such a cute kitten..." He lay down and brought the tiny kitten up to his chest, snuggling him warmly as he fell asleep.

Akai slept easily for several hours, then opened his eyes slowly. He looked around and looked at his human. Oh... he was bought. That's right... and he had a master that did... stuff to him! He wriggled out of his human's arms and climbed onto his side, lying back down. He began to bite at his side, his teeth still very small, and his claws flexed.

Conor jumped as the teeth and claws sank into his side. "Ouch!" he exclaimed and looked over at the kitten. "Akai-tan! That hurts..." He frowned and picked up the tiny kitten. "Bad boy, no bite..."

Akai gave a disgruntled mew as he was picked up, glaring at Conor. It was his fault for doing that weird stuff to him! It made him feel strange, and he blamed the human! He mewed again and tried to claw at his hands.

Conor glared back. "No! Bad Akai... Don't claw, no bite!" He petted his head softly. "That's mean, now be a good kitty..."

Akai looked away, still mad about it. He shouldn't be scolded by his human for punishing his human! The petting felt nice though... maybe he could forgive the human if he kept petting him. After a moment, he purred lightly to encourage his human to keep going.

Conor's face softened, and he kept up the petting. "There, that's a good kitty. Sweet little Akai-tan..." He stroked the kitten's back and scratched under his chin with the other hand. "See, it's better to be a nice kitty. I'm nice when you're nice."

Akai chose to ignore what he was saying instead leaning into the scratches and pets, continuing to purr. Okay, he was a little closer to forgiving his human... since he was petting him and all.

Conor smiled and kept petting the kitten softly. He leaned over and whispered, "Turn into your bakeneko form, Akai-tan..." He wanted to cuddle with his kitten, but not as human and pet.

Akai's ear twitched at the whisper, and he blushed beneath his fur. After a moment of stubborn hesitance, he transformed into his hybrid form. When he did, he crossed his arms. "I still don't forgive you all the way," he said stubbornly, looking away.

Conor nuzzled him and said, "That's OK, I forgive you, my beautiful kitty." He then kissed him and wrapped his arms around him. "Cuddle with me, Akai-tan."

Akai pouted, then blushed when he was kissed, quickly looking away to hide it. "...only if you pet me." He said after a moment, a bit more cautious now that he realized that the other had weird intentions towards him as well, beyond a cat and a human's normal relationship.

Conor petted him happily, "Of course, my sweet kitten." He pulled him down to lie with Akai, stroking his hair and back. "You're so cute, Akai-tan." He smiled and kissed him again. "I'm so happy you're my—er, to be your human..."

Akai relaxed a bit. At the last comment, he frowned a bit. "Then why did you scold me earlier? You're my human! You can't scold me." He looked away huffily. He didn't like being scolded. He especially didn't like being scolded by his human!

"I can too scold you when you're mean, Akai-tan. You can scold me too, ya know. I may be your human, but we're equals." Conor replied and licked his cheek. He petted him more, smiling sweetly. "Feisty little kitten..."

He blushed, looking at him. "Okay... you made me feel all weird earlier! It was embarrassing and... and weird!" He looked away, and he blushed even more. "I-I mean, it wasn't bad... but you still made me feel all embarrassed and weird!"

Conor nuzzled Akai again. "I'm sorry it felt weird, cutie... but I only did it because I like you... I thought it felt good... didn't it?" He felt bad that Akai didn't like their experience, but he still wanted to be close with him. It was the first time he'd felt this way toward another person, even though that person happened to be a cat, and he didn't want to give that up.

"I-it felt good... b-but it's embarrassing! I got all blushy and made weird sounds!" He looked down, his ears flattening a bit because of how embarrassed he was about losing his cool in that situation, especially since he was usually so composed in his mind.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed, Akai-tan... I made those sounds too..." He whispered, caressing his kitten's face. "You don't have to act so tough, Akai-tan... I like you just as you are..."

Akai blushed even more. "I-I guess... if it's really okay to do those sounds... I guess I will forgive you." He said finally. He leaned into the touch gently.

"Thank you, Akai... Now, would you like to do it more? I don't have a barb, as you've learned already... and you already admitted it feels good..." Conor said softly while playing with Akai's hair. "I'd also like to show you more fun stuff if you'd let me..."

Akai grew nervous, though not enough to pull away. He was still being petted, so maybe it was worth hearing him out. "Wh-what kinds of fun stuff?" he asked cautiously, looking up at him. He didn't want to do 'that' since he didn't want to wind up with his rear ruined like his mother had been.

"Well," Conor replied with a grin, "I make it feel really good." He grabbed Akai's rear and squeezed gently, massaging it. "Or... we could play with some 'toys'" Conor used air quotes to emphasize that they weren't toys that Akai would probably know about.

Akai squeaked, holding onto him while his pale globes were massaged. "Toys?" He asked curiously, tilting his head. What kind of toys? "Like mouse toys?" He asked, leaning in close so that their noses were nearly touching. "Do you have mouse toys that we can play with?"

Conor shook his head. "It's more like an egg, but I also have a toy that makes us both feel good about our privates..." He licked the kitten's nose playfully and got up to fetch the little gel fapping toy he'd ordered online using his debit card. "See," he said, showing it to Akai, "it's got a hole on both ends that we can stick our things in."

Akai blushed at the lick, watching him pick something up. "A... a whole for us to stick stuff in?" He asked. "An egg toy?" What kind of toys were those?! It was like those were toys for stuff that they had done earlier. He froze. "Those... those are weird toys... aren't they?"


A brunette woman who seems to have an ability to stay calm and composed even in the most surreal of situations. Her green eyes reveal her thoughtful nature as she constantly observes and tries to make sense of her surroundings. Her personality is resilient and adaptive, able to handle the bizarre occurrences with a level-headedness that suggests inner strength. She's also empathetic, showing care towards Jack despite their initial conflict, indicating a capacity for forgiveness and understanding.

Irissa took a moment to mull over her options, though the longer she sat there thinking, the worse her thoughts started to jumble and mix and confuse her. It was happening again, the very hell he spoke of roaring in her mind and driving her that much closer to the edge of insanity.

She had no ties to the world, no family and no friends to turn to. She was all alone, her only salvation seeming to be the darkness presented to her so openly. Looking back up at the faceless, tall man and nodded, "Okay, I will accept your offer."

There were no words, no words of acceptance or even acknowledgment. Instead, the trees sounded like they were groaning, forcing themselves back into place around the slender man that stood before her. Through it all, Irissa and Jack could hear the shrill paining sound of television static, vibrating through their bodies. Louder and louder it screeched, mixing into the unnatural groans of the forest until they both had to close their eyes and shield themselves from the painful auditory assaults.

As quickly as they came on, they vanished, leaving silence in their ears, as well as leaving light on the edge of their shit eyelids. Once they opened their eyes, both could see they were sat square on the floor or Irissa apartment. Her door was still shattered and the dresser was on its face, showing that their previous chase still took place, yet now they were both tasked onto the same side it seemed.

Irissa felt dizzy, the world around them once again shifting, a steadily rising static getting louder and hurting her ears. Grimacing, the brunette squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears with her hands, groaning while she curled in on herself in an attempt to escape the high pitched noise.

All at once, it stopped, Irissa slowly lifting her head an opening her eyes to find Jack sitting in front of her. They both were back in her apartment, which still lay in disarray. She looked around at the mess, feeling no different from moments ago yet there was a strange calm she felt about the events overall. As if they were now normal. "What now?" She asked the other, noticing the angry redness on the skin of his hand and neck, the rest hidden by the flannel from where the boiling water hit him.

She felt a sudden guilt and slowly came closer, gently taking his hand and carefully pushing up the sleeve to see better. Frowning, Irissa stood and encouraged him to do the same, "Let's get you fixed up." She told him, taking him to the bathroom and gathering some supplies from under the sink.

"Now we wait. Until He sends us again." He told her, his voice now his own and no longer used by the creature that looked like a man. Irissa and her sympathy seemed to finally connect, more then likely seeing how Jack was just as much tied to his actions as she was now. His aggressions definitely seemed more like something owned by the creature, Jack's quiet, precise strikes being much more merciful then what He had been seen to do.

Yet as Irissa took to his aid, Jack now felt an equality between them, only unbalanced by his experience. He followed as she requested, heading back to the bathroom to where she went after the medical supply. "You see how we are trapped? Tied into this contract? Offered a purpose and a distraction from the madness... but it feels like the madness is overflowing out our ears? Do you feel that... inside you?"

She had him sit as she grabbed the first aid kit, kneeling on the floor in front of him and beginning to unbutton the flannel she loaned him. As she carefully pushed the material from his shoulders, she frowned and winced at the sight of his inflamed skin that went from his neck and shoulder, all the way down his arm, a bit spotty in places but definitely burned almost severely.

Irissa met his gaze when he spoke again, taking a moment to observe her thoughts and try to feel, but she was numb, "Perhaps I'm in shock," she explained, picking up some aloe gel and squeezing a large amount in her hand, "I feel nothing... but I'm sure that will change." Not a guess but a feeling, darkness just at her door and waiting patiently to burst within.

"This may sting." She warned before spreading the cooling gel over all the areas burned. Irissa moved quickly so as to cause him as little discomfort as possible, grabbing the gauze next and wrapping up his arm and shoulders. Taking another roll, she wrapped up his neck, slowing when she looked at his mask and getting lost in the darkness where his eyes should be. Her hands came to a stop, one resting on his good shoulder while the other dragged a finer along the edge or the mask, "How long have you been controlled by it?"

"I'd probably choose numbness, if I could." He commented in true nihilistic fashion, though he seemed to be at least on board with her first aid mindset. He let the shirt fall from his chest, leaving his pale and agitated skin on full display for the girl, watching her ready the gel. Bracing for impact, the cooling gel put electricity through his nerves, making him tense something hard. "Ouh! That smarts something horrid... but it's supposed to help, right?"

His previous comment was much more rhetorical, He knew what Aloe was and knew how burns worked, yet her question made him wonder what he actually knew about anything. Dealing with True Darkness made a lot of things almost null and void, especially in regards to pain. "Years now... I was in darkness for long before He found me but every since then, the depths of madness seemed to go even further below then you would think possible. And that's saying something from a man whose seem ghosts and ghouls already." He explained, his shadowy sockets staring to her as she seemingly felt his shoulder and mask line to have some tangible stability to their conversation.

"I know the feeling." She responded, feeling oddly comfortable next to the man who'd struck her with such fear at first. How strange that things could change so quickly.

Suddenly she noticed that time had stretched on, the two sitting in silence, and she was still touching and holding him. Irissa quickly pulled her hands away, looking down with a slight flush of embarrassment before she stood. "Your clothes should be ready." She spoke absently, stepping out into the hall and retrieving his now freshly cleaned and dried clothing. Flicking them out to rid the material of wrinkles, Irissa gave a half fold and then handed him the pile, their hands brushing and causing her to pause.

Jack held her gaze, leaning slightly into her hands as she held him gently. They both were experiencing a new form of bond, one built from trauma and fear. As they broke apart, Jack took notice of Irissa and how she reacted so embarrassed, realizing she could possibly be taking attraction from him. Normally that would be ludicrous. Jack was a ghoul himself, a murderer, a cannibal... yet His arrangement with The Slender Man had affected nearly every corner of his existence. Perhaps mutual attraction could last.

With his clothes returned, Jack felt his hand brush against hers, and before she could pull away, He threaded his hand in with hers. Pulling the clothes off their union, Jack let his gaze rest in their locked hands, tilting this head ever so gently.

"If I ever can be redeemed... let it be known it was not my intention to be so violent. That is part of His Influence. Violence, paranoia, guilt, all things we are very used to and fear, yet they are apart of him. Or darkest emotions are but arms and legs to this being. So if I can be redeemed for some part of my actions... I would like to apologize. I took great part in this... and have cost you your freedom."

With his fingers lacing into her own, Jack moved the clothing and stepped up to her, Irissa gulping nervously while he kept his gaze trained on their hands. His skin was cold and held onto her gently, the brunette relaxing a bit as she realized he meant her no harm, confirmed with what he had to say.

She mulled it over for a moment, trying to find the right words, and even up letting out a heavy sigh. Her other hand came up to cover the top of his, thumb rubbing lightly along his ice skin, "I haven't known freedom for years. And while getting there took effort, I can see now why you acted the way you did." The hand on top moved to touch a crack on his mask, "And, if anything, i suppose it'll be nice to have a companion." She said with a slight smile, saddened eyes watching him while a strange impulse made her slow. Carefully, and moving slowly so he had the chance to stop her, Irissa lifted his mask to look at his face.

"A companion. Yes..." He confirmed, finding that he to was having his own troubles finding the right words to speak. Yet it seemed to be actions that were on the menu this evening, as Irissa raised a hand to Jack's mask, wanting to take it off and see below it. Now every time before, where someone has gotten curious about his mask, He always found out how terrifying His face was, yet he never learned to just stop people before they removed the mask.

Now, as Irissa removed the mask, He felt a quick stab of panic through his chest, but ultimately did nothing to stop the curiosity. Maskless before her, Irissa could see Jack truly had no eyes, just deep sockets of shadows and pure nothingness. "They call me Eyeless Jack... for a reason. I still can see... I see everything you do... but I have no organs in my head... it is quite strange."

Her suspicions were confirmed when she was able to lift it away, able to see now that he indeed lacked eyes. Not only that, but what appeared to be black tears has streamed and stained his pale cheeks, quite ominous to the normal onlooker. But, Irissa had seen quite a few things that were bizarre, her own mind usually the culprit behind such things. And while it was truly horrifying to encounter another able to see without their eyes, the tall man with no face and raging energy had far surpassed the oddness here.

Besides, as her own green orbs took in his features, Irissa came to the conclusion that Eyeless Jack was actually quite handsome. Despite his deformation, it didn't take away from his high cheekbones, strong jawline, and an angular nose. His auburn hair, having been washed, went from stark and dusty to soft and wavy, framing his face nicely.

He was both terrifying and beautiful all at once, the brunette unable to comprehend how that were possible. Then again, a lot of impossible things had already happened that night, this being the tamest of all.

"How strange..." she observed, wondering how it was he could see but choosing not to question, too busy getting lost in the sheer endlessness of this dark sockets. Her hand moved up again, unaware of how hands she kept getting while gently trying to wipe away the black tears, though they stayed.


An enigmatic figure, his physical form marred by the lack of eyes, replaced with deep sockets filled with shadows. His face is further defined by high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and an angular nose. Auburn hair frames his face in soft waves after being washed. Despite these unusual features, there's a certain attractiveness about him that's hard to ignore. Jack is remorseful and introspective due to his actions under Slender Man's control. He carries guilt over involving Irissa in their shared predicament but also displays care and concern for her well-being, showing a more tender side beneath his initial frightening demeanor.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she was able to lift it away, able to see now that he indeed lacked eyes. Not only that, but what appeared to be black tears has streamed and stained his pale cheeks, quite ominous to the normal onlooker. But, Irissa had seen quite a few things that were bizarre, her own mind usually the culprit behind such things. And while it was truly horrifying to encounter another able to see without their eyes, the tall man with no face and raging energy had far surpassed the oddness here.

Besides, as her own green orbs took in his features, Irissa came to the conclusion that Eyeless Jack was actually quite handsome. Despite his deformation, it didn't take away from his high cheekbones, strong jawline, and an angular nose. His auburn hair, having been washed, went from stark and dusty to soft and wavy, framing his face nicely.

He was both terrifying and beautiful all at once, the brunette unable to comprehend how that were possible. Then again, a lot of impossible things had already happened that night, this being the tamest of all.

"How strange..." she observed, wondering how it was he could see but choosing not to question, too busy getting lost in the sheer endlessness of this dark sockets. Her hand moved up again, unaware of how hands she kept getting while gently trying to wipe away the black tears, though they stayed.

"My tears run black. Same as my blood." Jack's hand seemed to gently inspect the digits of her fingers, finding them both delicate and strong, both at the same time. As he rubbed along each finger, He felt w heat roll through him, like maybe something was beginning to correct itself, somewhere in his blackened interior.

"Irissa... even I can see your pretty face... that makes it even more shameful that You have been drug into this nightmare. I wish you could have stopped me, I wish you could have just outrun me one more time." He admitted, staring down to her as her fingers gently wiped at his cheek and eyes, even though it did nothing to alter his appearance.