An imposing figure, standing at 8 feet tall with a broad and heavy build. His skin is dark, his eyes glow with an unholy yellow light, and his teeth are sharp and made of blackened iron. He wears twisted armor made of blackened metal plates and chainmail. Kaigarr is cruel, enjoys tormenting others for his amusement, and possesses a sinister joy in the chase. He's also quite intelligent, capable of strategic thinking when it comes to hunting prey. His demeanor shows he has little regard for the well-being of others and displays sadistic tendencies.

It was in the year 2081 of the great Empire, the year of the burning fields, that the Empire finally collapsed onto itself. The great realm which had stood for over 2000 years was finally at its end, after years of civil war and decline. Of course, in the outermost regions of the realm, this would only be realized much later, but then again, they had their own problems.

Kaigarr was a very unusual specimen. First of all, he had long stopped being small; he towered even over humans with his 8 feet of height. He still had the build he was born with, broad and heavy, but thanks to his inhuman heritage and patronage of a greater demon-lord, he had... well, changed. Now he was tall, dark of skin, and his eyes glowed in an unholy yellow light. Well, and his teeth were sharp and of blackened iron. It was this year that he finally, for the first time, led his small horde of raiders, monsters, and beasts out of the highlands beyond the border into the fertile lands of the Empire.

Aelva hummed to herself softly as she gathered mushrooms for the dinner pot... She bounced lightly in the spaces between the trees, her long hair trailing behind her as she flitted around looking between the roots of the enormous mossy trees. She had wandered further from the tree village today, even though it was a little dangerous... There were few outsiders in the forest these days due to the war.

Her white dress drifted with her in the dapple lighting as she sneaked a naughty nibble of a psychedelic cap, her eyes dilating some time later as the forest sounds became clearer, and the light becoming brighter, and the leaves around her seemed to smile while she continued to fill her basket.

Kaigarr's large raiding party consisted mostly of goblins, fellow half-breeds, and other beings which were simply unspeakable. Like him, they had all been altered, changed, be it in simple ways like a slight change in skin coloration or outright mutations like a third arm, horns were none should be, or thick scales instead of skin. Still, despite the size, they were one thing first and foremost: rather quit if they needed to be.

And right now they needed to. Neither Kaigarr nor his men KNEW if there were still troops around, so they were careful as they entered the forest. Other than the forests they were used to, here there was no dark, brooding feeling hovering above all; it wasn't like there were eyes watching from the darkness everywhere. This was downright sweet and nice.

Kaigarr himself sat on the back of a Gulvarg, a strange cross between large dog, crocodile, and buffalo, including horns, sharp teeth, dark scales, and a vile temper. And also blind. This specimen had a saddle on its back, where Kaigarr sat. The man himself was dressed in rather barbaric clothing, a dark, twisted armor of blackened metal plates and chainmail, making him appear even sinister than he already was. Suddenly, his mount growled, stopped, and sniffed. Then it growled again.

Understanding what the beast was saying, a gift from his patron, Kaigarr turned his mount to the side, changing directions, while ordering his men to move along the set path with a few gestures. It was after a few minutes that he saw what his mount had smelled: a sweet, cute, downright sickening tempting elven girl carrying a basket. Oh, this would be sweet.

The soft redhead scampered up a huge tree as easily as a squirrel, hints of her curves visible above flashes of bare thighs could be seen as she played tag with a raven, disappearing down again just as fast with a red streak. She squeaked and slipped half way, her basket upending midair... Aelva giggled and landed lightly before darting in circles, catching each mushroom easily as it fell. She spun then, and fell on her back in forest detritus. As something with too many legs crawled across her face, her brows furrowed.

Something was in her forest. Something didn't belong there.

For the moment Kaigarr was content with only watching his prey, shadowing her, all the time remaining on the back of his mount. It was quite baffling how an animal the size of a horse could be so quiet. The secret was the big paws with the retractable claws and the soft underside which allowed... Anyway, not so important right now.

Kaigarr took quite the delight in watching the sweet, tempting girl, seeing her slender, soft form climb, run, and spin around. For the moment, he would shadow her for a while longer, finding quite the joy in the knowledge that she had so far not seen him.

Fear spiked in Aelva's gut as she felt the disturbance grow. In a flash of pale legs and red hair, she was up again, and sprinting towards her hometree. She silently cursed herself as trees whipped by, for having wandered so far today... The basket of mushrooms was left, forgotten as her bare feet churned the soft forest floor noisily.

She prayed her father or one of her uncles or aunts were out hunting... But she knew they would be at the coast, trapping the salmon run as was appropriate for the season. Tears pricked her nearly silver dilated eyes. She had never been this afraid.

Oh, the small elven girl had apparently been alarmed, and which was strange; Kaigarr was sure he had been silent. No matter; it wasn't important what had alarmed her; it was only important that he would catch her before she could get to safety. You can never be too sure with elves and their strange magic.

So he whispered only one word: "Hunt." Immediately, his mount sprang into action, out of the underbrush and into the somewhat more open forest. Several other creatures, his hunting dogs, did so, too. They were strange mixtures of boars and dogs, with bony spikes growing out from their backs and their stocky build proving their great speed and endurance. Of course, they did not want to run the girl down; that wasn't the trick. No, the trick was to surround her.

Kaigarr grinned like the maniac he sometimes was as he felt the wind in his face and heard the snarling and howling of his mount and hounds. This was a good start for sure.

The feeling of unease grew until Aelva could hear her pursuers: a backward glance cost her several strides lead as the sight caused her to falter... What were these unnatural things? Wide eyes? She ran into the side of a tree at full tilt and bounced off with a whiff of air forced from her lungs, and her hair drifted down, draping her head and shoulders as the world came back into focus. She tried to get to all fours, but the world swam and her stomach churned... She must have hit her head... And tears flowed freely as she heard her pursuers surround her, and their twisted scent offended her sensitive nose.

What a shame, really. What a shame. The cute girl had ran into a tree, sending her down to the ground. Bummer, really. It was just about to get better. With a sigh on Kaigarr's lips, he maneuvered his mount nearer to the girl, though slowly, his hounds forming a wide circle around them. As in so wide that they were visible in the woods, but not much more. "Really, this could have been quite fun," he said in a downright jovial tone as he slid from his mount, touching the ground with his clawed feet. "I was just beginning to enjoy myself."

Aelva whimpered and shambled away from the voice. She smelled sulfur... "G-get away from me demon," she growled with feral savagery, fear, and anger breaking her voice as she backed into the tree she had run into. Her nails dug furrows in the moss as she lost her balance again... "S-stay away or I'll kill you, I swear it by the forest." Her breath came heavy as she began to catch her breath, and she ran a hand through her mess of hair, loosing several leaves from her crimson hair.

Kaigarr could not help himself; he grinned at her with a wide, inhuman, otherworldly and most of all evil grin. His teeth were blackened iron, his eyes were a horrifying yellow, and his expression was one of brutal, twisted amusement. "Oh, you gonna kill me, little girl?" he asked as he made another step into her direction. "Which what? Are you a mighty sorceress hiding in the body of a small girl? Or are you one of the famed emerald knights of your people, luring me into a trap so that you can kill me?" Of course, he did not really believe this; he was just mocking her. And while he did, he slowly came nearer to her, step by step, with agonizing slowness.

Tears ran down Aelva's face now, and she pressed back into a crook between two roots, hiding in a howl easily shallow cranny before turning to the tree and with a terrified whimper, she bounded several feet up the trunk of the huge tree, turning to spit at the demon before making her way up again... But she was not moving as she had... She was unsure of her movements and swayed woozily in the wind that lifted her dress, exposing her bare legs all the way up to her soft pale bottom.

Kaigarr could have laughed, he really could. It was downright adorable how she thought that she could escape him in any way. But she had spat on him, and he was having none of that. So with a growl, he motioned his Gulvarg to come closer, then he simply said: "Climb." And the beast did exactly that. The formerly soft paws suddenly had sharp claws with which it leaped onto the tree, following after the girl with a speed that belied its size and bulk. Kaigarr was not afraid that he would use the girl as a chew-toy; he had only said climb, not eat. "If you decide to be a good girl and come down before he reaches you, he will not eat you. If, however..." He left the threat unsaid.

The only reply he got was a feral scream and a couple poorly aimed clods of moss. Aelva had made it to the first branch, maybe two stories up. She clung to the branch as a breeze blew her hair sideways. She could feel the comforting distance of the tree, though it made her stomach swim... she retched there on the branch, and her last meal dropped below, landing on one of the demons hunting beasts. She groaned softly.

Now that was absolutely uncalled for. Kaigarr looked at her for a moment, then he made a decision. "Catch." And with that, his Gulvarg had a new directive, one far less nice than the one before. He climbed the last few feet to get up to the same height as the girl, then he swept her off the branch with a swipe of his large paw. Luckily for her, he did so after he pulled back his claws. And as Kaigarr wanted to keep her, he actually caught her before she hit the ground... and then he let her drop. "Now, don't try to run, or I will hunt you down and my hounds will fuck you in the arse until you can't scream any longer." And he meant it.


A young elf girl with long, crimson hair. She's agile and nimble, often seen flitting around in her white dress that flows with her movements. Her eyes are nearly silver, suggesting elven magic and uniqueness. She's adventurous and somewhat naive, venturing further into the forest despite knowing it could be dangerous. However, when faced with danger, she displays courage and determination as well as fearlessness in standing up to threats much larger than herself. Despite her bravery, she also has a vulnerable side which comes out when she is under extreme stress or fear.

The only reply he got was a feral scream and a couple poorly aimed clods of moss. Aelva had made it to the first branch, maybe two stories up. She clung to the branch as a breeze blew her hair sideways. She could feel the comforting distance of the tree, though it made her stomach swim... she retched there on the branch, and her last meal dropped below, landing on one of the demons hunting beasts. She groaned softly.


A dominant and experienced man who knows how to push his partner's limits and take control during sexual encounters. He is strong, able to effortlessly carry the woman, and skilled in providing pleasure. His assertiveness and expertise suggest that he has had plenty of practice over time. Overall, James comes across as a confident individual who enjoys taking charge and exploring the boundaries of sexual experiences with his partners.

"Ahh, that's it, nice and deep girl." James said, the fact that he was pushing her body's limit, only made his desires grow. His thick cock stretching her lips, making her tear up as he occasionally rock his hips forward, his head hitting the back of her throat, hearing her gag. He opened his eyes, and using her hair, pulled her off his cock. Without a word, he put his arm under her ass and effortlessly picked her up, carrying her up to his room.

Walking in, he set her on the bed, and turned on the lights, to a soft warm glow. He hated bright lights, it was ass bad as the sun to him. "Lay back. Spread your legs." He said, as he knelt between her legs, kissing her inner thighs, letting his teeth graze her skin, but not breaking it. Getting closer to her pussy, he licked the inside of her thigh, before moving and flicking his tongue over her clit. Tasting her for the first time, he smiled and licked his lips. If she tasted this good sexually, he could only imagine the taste of the red warm liquid coursing through her veins. Growling at the thought, he pushed it aside, and continued.

Elizabeth didn't know what was going on with her. She should have been repulsed by this man, but she wanted more. The satisfaction that she got from his words only fueled her lust even more. She had to admit, she liked the control he was having. His roughness was doing something for her. When he pulled her off his cock, she whimpered, gasping as he effortlessly just threw her over his shoulder like a rag doll up to his room.

She grunted as she landed on the soft bed, much better than the one she was originally in. This ambiance was very sexy and the adrenaline and eroticism of it all was getting to her. Elizabeth immediately obeyed as he spoke, that voice hitting her like a ton of bricks. His lips went to work, kissing her most intimate spaces. They burned her but in a good way. Elizabeth couldn't help but whimper and moan as his teeth grazed her. "God hes good" flashed through her mind. As soon as his tongue found her flit, Elizabeth was in heaven. She threw her head back, whining softly as her fingers found his hair, pulling on it to egg him on to more. "Oh god" She whispered, her hips bucking up in response to his amazing tongue.

Hearing her moans and whimpers, James continued, taking his tongue and starting at the bottom of her pussy, he thrust his tongue inside, swirling it around her tight walls, as he worked his way up, getting to her clit and giving it a bite. Reaching up, he took a nipple in his fingers, and pinched slightly as he bit her clit, planning on having her a writhing mess on his bed.

he knew he was getting to her. He had hundreds of years to practice, and hoped that he had perfected it by now. Smirking to himself, he continued to lap away at her clit and pussy, enjoying the taste and sounds. Soon he would really rock her world, giving her something to think about, before letting her leave if she so desired. But he knew that the human boys had nothing on him.

James's tongue was phenomenal. Sure, she had had her pussy eaten out before, but this was different. He knew exactly what to do and where to place his tongue. Elizabeth felt it go inside, causing her moans to become higher and she about screamed when he bit her clit, her hips arching up violently "Oh, oh fuck" She whimpered, digging her nails into the back of his head. She wanted and needed more. No man had ever made her writhe like this.

Her heart rate was increasing and she could feel her orgasm getting closer, wanting to so desperately release "Oh my god, oh my god please don't stop. I'm gonna cum... hmm shit".

James kept on Elizabeth's clit, taking his tongue and tongue fucked her, wanting to taste juices, and make her cum without his cock. It would make it that much better when he did. She thought his tongue was good? Just wait until he really fucked her. Then she could say she had really came. Reaching up with his free hand, he played with her nipples, pinching and rolling one in his fingers, then switching to the other one. He knew he was overloading her senses, and that's exactly what he wanted.

"Then cum for girl, cum hard and cum on me." He said, as he kept on her, knowing he was quickly edging her closer to orgasmic bliss.

Elizabeth was overwhelmed from all the sensations that were given to her. His tongue and fingers were like magic on her body. She moaned and writhed on the bed,lifting up her hips,offering more of her pussy to James. She pulled on his hair,gasping as his fingers moved to his her nipples. The orgasm was nearing,and it felt like it was going to be huge.

As soon as he told her she could cum,Elizabeth's hips jerked up and she pushed his face deep into her pussy,Cumming hard. Her body shook,almost screaming as her juices covered his tongue. Elizabeth moaned and writhed,almost losing her breath. "Oh god, oh used Ughh!!!" As soon as she came down from the high,her body felt limp. Her fingers uncurled from his hair,and only her breathing could be heard in the room. "Wow".

With how much he injected her with, he knew she wouldn't be happy just being ate out. Giving her a few seconds to catch her breath, he lined his cock up with her pussy. Teasing her pussy with his cock head, he watched her.

James knew the toxin was just now gripping her it's hardest, he could feel her body's responses to his touches and teases. Finally he gave in, plunging his cock into her, all ten inches fitting in, he smirked. "Mm, you horny girl, taking all my cock." He said, taking her legs and putting them over his shoulders, so he could get a better angle at her g-spot. He started to fuck her, feeling his cock head hitting her sensitive spot repeatedly, he kept a fast and hard pace, feeling her walls stretching for him as he invaded her, he felt his climax building.

Elizabeth could feel the head of his cock teasing her,her breath already hitching up. She looked up at him,her chest rising and falling with each breath. She was already on cloud nine,and now he was going to fuck her.

As soon as he plunged into her, Elizabeth let out a growl of approval,her nails digging into his chest. She couldn't even match the rhythm he was at. He was like a pistol inside of her,her legs almost like jelly as he lifted them up. Now every spot inside of her was being touched,and she was screaming at the top of her lungs "oh yes,yes oh god yes" she moaned,staring up at James. Something inside of her was changing. This man or beast was giving her everything she could ever bed sexually.

James kept slamming home, making her feel everything he did. he kept thrusting, moaning as he did, feeling his orgasm nearing as he felt her responding to him. As she dug her nails into hes chest, he took her tits into his and, squeezing them, playing with her nipples, pinching them and rolling them through his fingers, as he worked her with his cock. "Where do want me cum girl?" He asked, as he felt his balls beginning to tighten, knowing he was seconds away from cumming.


A woman who is initially unsure of her desires but becomes increasingly receptive to the dominant man's advances. She enjoys being controlled and finds pleasure in rough experiences, which indicates a submissive side in her personality. As the story progresses, she becomes more vocal and expressive about her needs and wants, suggesting that she is also open-minded and willing to explore new sexual experiences.

James kept slamming home, making her feel everything he did. he kept thrusting, moaning as he did, feeling his orgasm nearing as he felt her responding to him. As she dug her nails into hes chest, he took her tits into his and, squeezing them, playing with her nipples, pinching them and rolling them through his fingers, as he worked her with his cock. "Where do want me cum girl?" He asked, as he felt his balls beginning to tighten, knowing he was seconds away from cumming.

Her moans could be heard throughout the house,louder than she had ever screamed. There bodies slapped together,his cock hitting every thing inside of her. Elizabeth was leaving marks on his chest from her scratches. She could feel another orgasm nearing, her heart rate increasing. "Oh god I'm gonna cum oh god" she moaned wrapping her legs tightly around him. When he asked where she wanted him to cum she smiled softly. Her whole Attitude changed and she needed him to cum inside of her "I want it inside me" she whispered before leaning in and biting his neck hard, her pussy clenching around his cock harder.


An 18 years old goth girl with raven locks that can get quite messy and untamed, hinting at a free-spirited nature. Her eyes are as dark. She is adventurous and unafraid of exploring new experiences, shown by her willingness to engage in explicit acts. Alyssa is also caring and considerate, demonstrated by her decision to prepare breakfast for the household after their intense night. Despite her boldness in intimate situations, she exhibits some nervousness initially but quickly adapts, indicating resilience and adaptability.

Speaking of the devil, Alyssa let out a short, frustrated growl when she heard John at the door. Promptly cut short by Senu palming the back of her head, and shoving her face in to the sheets. Struggling to raise her head and get a breath of air, while he still used her hole for his pleasure. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen getting to her brain, or maybe Alyssa really did find it exhilarating, that the boy she crushed on was mere feet away from her, while her daddy used her like a fuck toy.

Released from her brief asphyxiation, Alyssa took a sharp breath of air, gasping for it as Senu promptly got back to beating her cheeks roughly. "Mmf, I'm t-trying daddy, but you're just so big~" In truth, there wasn't much further he could go unless he got through her cervix and straight to fucking her womb. An eye twitched, and she let out a groan when his thumb invaded her ass. "N-never daddy... Well like. I mean, I've t-tried but, only once, and my boyfriend didn't want to do it again..." However, her Birthday Present had been in there quite a few times. A conservatively sized dildo, complete with a pair of balls and a suction cup at the bottom, that she'd bought for herself a year or two ago. Senu was over three inches longer, and quite a bit thicker than her toy.

Alyssa was loving this new sensation. She'd never done it raw with any of her boyfriends, so that was one part of it, but being fucked after getting creampied was... unique. Stirring up the semen inside of her with every thrust, little spurts trickling out of her too. "Daddy, if you w-wanna fuck my ass... I think I could take it~" Might as well be a yes for him.

An open invitation to explore her ass had been presented to him and he was more than happy to accept. "Are you sure?" pulling out as their juices made the perfect lubricate to try with, and besides he would do his best to make the pain non-existent as he gave her some of his energy again. It would numb the pain and switch it out for a feeling of bliss. The only thing he never got down was the amount of time as it would either last hours or a few minutes if lucky. Instead of looking this gift horse in the mouth he took the offer as he aligned his the head of his member against her tight hole telling her she needed to relax some, yet he could tell she was nervous about letting him put that monster up her ass and so was he as he didn't wanna hurt Alyssa. Slowly he did it pushing past the tight ring of muscles and slide an inch in testing the waters.

She was tighter than her pussy which made what she said true meaning the lack of experience. The energy he placed in her hadn't died off in minutes as it took about ten or so minutes to actually get half of him into her before he lost his patience. The slow creeping feeling being filled was replaced with him trying to ram the rest in causing her to slide up and onto the middle of the bed now. They'd been at it for three hours, yet it only felt like a few minutes had passed. Finally, Senu began actually start as he'd got into this pseudo-push-up position "I want you to be mine Alyssa. I know its sudden, but give it a chance before you decide." kissing the top of her head and smiled before he pumped his length into her letting the goth girl feel all of him while he continued to tell her how he wanted to be like this all the time and how he'd do everything he could for her. These weren't just words as he'd seen her like family before this happened and wanted her to know her place was cemented now.

Three hours turned to four, and so on until the soft lights of dawn were peeking up from the curtained off the window as they were still going. Senu's had her in the missionary position. They'd been switching all night, yet only did so after cleaning up neither was foolish enough to just for from the back to the front. He'd lost count at how many times he'd shot his load into her but both her ass and pussy were soaked and leaking, but he'd went to take her ass for the last time. The incubus kissed her longingly their rampant fucking had simmered down to lovemaking as both were reaching their ends.

Hands nervously gripped on to the bed sheets, her body tensing up unconsciously when she felt him against her ass. Alyssa didn't even realize that he was using magic on her, to make the first push in, and all the rest easier on her. She managed to relax some more, letting Senu get deeper inside her, more easily. A groaning, low moan spilling out of her mouth while he pushed himself inside once more.

Hard to form the words she wanted, having her ass fucked by nine inches of girthy, throbbing, demon cock. "Ahhhnn... Senu~ I w-wanna be with you, like this... I wanna be yours!" Speaking a little too loudly for either of their tastes. Who knew how deep John was sleeping right now. Filthy, noisy assfucking was what Alyssa was subjected to for nearly an hour after she professed her... love? Creampied again, and again, Senu's balls seeming like endless fountains of lust. Never empty, and never satisfied.

On her back, legs spread and wrapped around his waist. Arms draped on the bed over the top of her head. Her raven locks were a fucking mess, knotted and untamed. Her eyes looked dark and baggy. Alyssa was beyond exhausted from their fucking, and the continued love making after. The final, colon-painting orgasm shot inside of her, left her moaning his name. Wet sucking noises followed his attempt to pull out of her ass. Vacated for now, Alyssa was left on the bed, sprawled out with her two holes oozing out it's overflowing semen. Her groin, and most the inside of her thighs were completely coated in a splattering of spunk. The only hole yet to be defiled by his demon seed was her mouth. Saved for now, for his tongue. Alyssa looked fit to pass out. It'd be a long, loooong night with her new daddy.

Senu was not as young as he used to be and he had felt his age hit him an hour or two before the sun had come up, yet not wanting to be worried about he toughed it out. Who would have guessed that even demons felt there age slip up on them every once and a while? As Alyssa expressed her love, she saw his eyes widen as he wasn't sure how to take all that. This was what he wanted, but how was he going to explain to her parents that her friend's father was taking their daughter out on dates and having sex? If the neighborhood ever found out, they might go back to what they had wanted all those years ago and run him outta town. Whatever the case may be they would cross that bridge when they got there together.

As they finished, he lay there in his beg eyes heavy as he thought flooded him. He'd had sex with his son's friend. This wasn't a dream. Why had he done this without protection? There was no way he wanted to ruin Alyssa's life by making her have his child since she had so much going for her in her life. Senu yawned as he wrapped his arms around his young lover and drifted off to sleep lightly snoring as he knocked out completely. She felt so warm to the touch that he hadn't wanted to let her go, but when and if she needed to get up it was as simple as pushing him over and getting up. The clock said six in the morning, and with both father and son asleep she had free reign of the house.

Things were much simpler from Alyssa's point of view. She wasn't worrying about what her own parents or the people around her would think. She was adult enough to make decisions for herself, and what two adults choose to consent to in their own time 'ought to be nobody else's concern! Alyssa thought that maybe even moving in would make things easier. She'd been looking to get out of her parents house for a couple of years now... Yawning and snuggling in to his embrace, little Alyssa felt satisfied beyond words. She didn't want to ruin it with anything silly out of her mouth, and instead just gave him a quick kiss as they drift to sleep in each other's arms.

Father and son would awake to the sound of something frying, down in the kitchen. Alyssa had woken up before the rest of them, her spot in Senu's bed still warm from where she slept with him. Deciding to cook breakfast for the family since she had little else to do in the house. Senu found his shirt missing from the room, and found it down stairs. On Alyssa. It was all she wore, plus her panties as she worked away in the kitchen. Hair still bedraggled from the night before.


A mature man, implied to be significantly older than Alyssa, with physical strength and stamina. His age suggests he has a wealth of life experience under his belt. He has large, girthy size that intimates a dominant presence. Despite this intimidating appearance, his actions show he's careful not to cause discomfort during their intimate activities, indicating an empathetic and considerate nature. He also is thoughtful about the potential consequences of their relationship on Alyssa's future and reputation in society, reflecting a responsible personality. Furthermore, he has paternal instincts as shown by his protective embrace while they sleep together.

Senu was not as young as he used to be and he had felt his age hit him an hour or two before the sun had come up, yet not wanting to be worried about he toughed it out. Who would have guessed that even demons felt there age slip up on them every once and a while? As Alyssa expressed her love, she saw his eyes widen as he wasn't sure how to take all that. This was what he wanted, but how was he going to explain to her parents that her friend's father was taking their daughter out on dates and having sex? If the neighborhood ever found out, they might go back to what they had wanted all those years ago and run him outta town. Whatever the case may be they would cross that bridge when they got there together.

As they finished, he lay there in his beg eyes heavy as he thought flooded him. He'd had sex with his son's friend. This wasn't a dream. Why had he done this without protection? There was no way he wanted to ruin Alyssa's life by making her have his child since she had so much going for her in her life. Senu yawned as he wrapped his arms around his young lover and drifted off to sleep lightly snoring as he knocked out completely. She felt so warm to the touch that he hadn't wanted to let her go, but when and if she needed to get up it was as simple as pushing him over and getting up. The clock said six in the morning, and with both father and son asleep she had free reign of the house.


Commander Ka'baal is an inquisitive and open-minded alien, driven by a desire for knowledge and understanding. He possesses a composed and observant demeanor, carefully analyzing and experimenting with newfound experiences. With his long, dexterous tentacles and an air of authority, he exudes a sense of otherworldly elegance and intelligence.

Leaning down, the commander reached out, moistening his fingers with the slick juices which were coming from Emiliee's body. Bringing it up to his face, the alien examined it, as though he could learn everything about it with his eyes, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. Extending one of those long-fingered hands, he ran it over Emiliee's slid, brushing against her clit in the process. Such intriguing beings.

Leaning down, the commander's undulating tentacles brushed between Emiliee's thighs. With no prelude, he slid two of those tentacles into her body, probing her with his own senses. One of those tentacles, as it reached into her, rubbed persistently against her g-spot, pressing up against it as he slid those twitching, moist appendages into her.

The prob dropped to the table below her but it started to wiggle further into Emiliee, causing to cry out loudly in her pain. One of the other alien's grabbed it pulling it out of her, her body relaxed on the table slightly, she opened her eyes a little bit as she watched it fight to get back to her. Her whole body shivered, she didn't quite noticed that the commander had been paying attention to her wet slit until his finger rubbed against it causing her to gasp out. Her body arched up slightly as she let out a moan, but she relaxed once more until he leaned down. His tentacles brushed against her thighs, her eyes snapped open while her head shot up to look down between her legs.

Two of his tentacles pushed into her moist folds, she briefly thought through her moans with a slight amount of humor. "I guess I finally get to touch those tentacles." One of them rubbed directly against her G-spot causing her to cry out. His tentacles weren't hard or rough, they were soft of soft and squishy so the two of them filled her nicely. Her body wiggled as it kept rubbing against her G-spot, stimulating her further, her body arched more and more until she cried out. Her whole body tensed as she began to cum around his two tentacles, her juices white and flowing around them out of her slit. Her slit began to contract around him, trying to milk him, thinking it was a cock of some kind.

All she could do was lay on the table and pant after it, she was ashamed that had happened, but knew it wasn't something that she could help with. She knew the blush on her face was brighter as she stared between her legs at his cum covered tentacles.

As Emiliee began to gasp and moan, the commander only seemed to his tentacles into her body with more determination, pushing deeper into her. This time, the computers detected none of the pain which she had experienced with the probe. Rather, it was getting a more definite reading from the pleasure centers of her brain.

As Emiliee came, her muscles contracting around his tentacles, the commander pulled roughly from her body, not quite expecting that to happen. His tentacles were very wet from her secretions, and he looked over at one of his assistants. The aid indicated the computer, and what they had been reading from her. She had received a great deal of pleasure from what he had done.

Turning back to Emiliee, he regarded her for a moment. Then he spoke. "Leave us." The assistants did not hesitate. Obeying a superior officer was something that was done without question.

Once they were gone, Ka'baal turned back to Emiliee, still strapped to the table. "Our technology indicates that you experienced pleasure from what just happened," he said, droplets of her juices dropping from his tentacles and onto her bare legs. "Is this correct?" he asked Emiliee, tentacles twitching once again, sending more droplets onto her bare body.

As Emiliee's body came off her high from climaxing, seeing the aid's leave quickly made her gulp. As her turned to her once more, she could only blush. "I-I have enjoyed what just happened. Should I explain what just went on so you understand it more, Commander?" She wasn't insulting his intelligence of course, but seeing as this seemed to be a new thing for him, she could explain it to him if he wanted.

Her body relaxed on the table, even with his tentacles twitching, dripping her own cum onto her legs, she didn't mind in the slightest. She laid her head back onto the table, she waited to hear his response to her question, and while she was, her nipples started to soften body use to the cold table, and the air around her. Her body shivered though, hardening them once more as she looked up at him.

"It would be appreciated," the commander said to Emiliee. He remained where he stood at the end of the table, looking over her body, mentally noting what had happened. "Your anatomy is similar to, but not exactly like, our own." Of the several different sentient being which his people had encountered, most fit a basic physical description. Bipedal, with at least two arms, it seemed to be the most efficient means of locomotion and the best way to manipulate the environment.

"Your species gains pleasure from this?" he inquired indicating Emiliee's womanhood. As he did so, a thin rivulet of her juices slid from his tentacle and dripped down between her legs. "From where you reproduce."

Emiliee nodded her head slightly at his words. "We do gain pleasure from this, that is how I create the offspring. The little nub a top causes me pleasure when it gets sensitive and when something is inside, if it moves the right way, it causes what happened. And what happened is called a climax for us, it means I reached the highest state of arousal that I could and it finally pleased me so much that I climaxed. By climaxing I am trying to what what is inside me do the same thing so I can get pregnant to reproduce. I hope that explained it well enough." She giggled softly as some more of her cum dripped from his tentacle and onto the table between her legs.

"If that is true, then," the command said, "then why did it hurt when the probe entered your body?"

He was slowly beginning to understand what this was all about. The Human body was similar in certain ways, but very different in others. His tentacles lazily grazed Emiliee's thighs again, as he wanted to learn more through personal exploration. His superiors would inquire when they returned, and he wanted to be able to answer whatever sort of questions they might have.

"It was in the same positions which I was, and yet you did not have the same experience." Human flesh, however, was also different from that of his own people. It was much less durable, more prone to injury. Perhaps that held true of the areas which were also used for breeding. Absently, a tentacle brushed against Emiliee's clit, the slick, fleshy apparatus rubbing against it as he spoke to her.

Emiliee gasped as the tentacle brushed against her thighs and clit once more, her body shuddered softly. "I-it was too rough, the wiggling was going to far in, if it had gotten any farther inside me I would have started bleeding from it forcing its way inside and ripping my insides or a small cut. Which could lead to an infection in which I could have died." She breathed deeply trying not to get even more excited. "When it's something like your tentacles, or a finger or something else it feels good as long as its got a soft outside, when it's attached to something it can't go in to far and hurt. At least for humans... I don't know how it would be for you." She shivered again the feeling of the slippery appendage against her wet sensitive area made her moan softly. "C-can you get that away from there now? It's sensitive after that..."

The commander listened quietly as Emiliee explained just what was going on. "Interesting," he noted, though he said no more. Their own people did not derive pleasure in such a way, especially in a sexual fashion for reproduction.

When Emiliee gasped, he looked down, seemed to notice for the first time that his tentacles were brushing against her clit. "Would you still derive pleasure from it, if I were to continue?" he asked her, though he did not move his tentacles away. Instead, he seemed to increase the motion, pressing more forcefully against her clit, leaving a slick trail on her body where the appendages touched her. "You are here for experimentation, Human," he reminded her. As he said that, one of the tentacles slid a small way into her body. "If I say we continue, then we continue."


An open and patient woman, willing to educate and guide commander Ka'baal through the intricacies of human pleasure. She displays a mix of curiosity and amusement as she explains herh anatomy and experiences. Despite being in a vulnerable position, she maintains a relaxed and receptive attitude, showing a level of trust and willingness to engage in a mutually educational interaction with the alien commander.

Emiliee gasped as the tentacle brushed against her thighs and clit once more, her body shuddered softly. "I-it was too rough, the wiggling was going to far in, if it had gotten any farther inside me I would have started bleeding from it forcing its way inside and ripping my insides or a small cut. Which could lead to an infection in which I could have died." She breathed deeply trying not to get even more excited. "When it's something like your tentacles, or a finger or something else it feels good as long as its got a soft outside, when it's attached to something it can't go in to far and hurt. At least for humans... I don't know how it would be for you." She shivered again the feeling of the slippery appendage against her wet sensitive area made her moan softly. "C-can you get that away from there now? It's sensitive after that..."


A tall and incredibly handsome man with dark hair that goes down to his neck. He wears a dark suit and black tie. The women are smitten with him, his attractive smile and sharp features. He is confident and charming, as well as friendly towards the staff at Hizaki Advertising Agency. He takes an interest in Kumi, noting her bosom heaving nervously with every breath she takes, but also shows respect for her work experience and knowledge.

The staff at Hizaki Advertising Agency had been called into the board room where meetings had usually been held. The current regional manager, an older gentleman by the name of Hirohito Amane stood at the end of the large oval desk. His furry brows weren't stern as usual, instead he looked relaxed. He smiled as the staff filed in, each taking a seat at one of the office chairs.

Hirohito cleared his throat. "Thank you for coming in. I have an announcement. I have been promoted to head of the division, so I will be leaving." He said, letting the staff congratulate and applaud him. He respectfully bowed with a smile. "It pains me to have to leave such an amazing team behind me. But I believe my replacement is more than capable of filling my shoes as well as relate to you youngsters." He said, looking at the door to signal his guest.

A tall man walked in, at least six feet tall. He was incredibly handsome, with dark hair that went down to his neck. He wore a dark suit and a black suit. The women were smitten with him, his attractive smile and sharp features. "This is Ryo Tanaka. He will be your new regional manager." Hirohito said as he introduced him. Ryo bowed to the staff. "It will be a pleasure working with you. Hopefully I will live up to your expectations." He said.

The two went around and introduced him personally to the staff. When they reached Kumi, Hirohito smiled. "My dear Kumi. Please take care of Ryo. Make sure he doesn't burn the place down." He said with a laugh. Ryo blushed. "I'll try not to." He then focused on Kumi. "Kumi... that's a lovely name. It's a pleasure." He said, extended his hand to the shorter woman.

Kumi knew of the rumors, but Hirohito had kept it a secret even from her. His announcement came as a shock to her, had he been a father figure to her and the reason why she got the job in the first place. She knew this day would come, and while no one could prepare for such a situation, her biggest fear was working for a stranger, under someone who might not respect Kumi like Hirohito does.

All she could do was trust in Hirohito's judgment, and so she bowed when she was introduced to Ryo. He towered over her. She was a mere 5 feet tall, her heels barely making any difference. "It will be my pleasure to work for you, Tanaka-buchou". She shook his hand, bowing her head respectfully.

She knew the day would be full of surprises. She stepped back, letting Ryo introduce himself to the staff. Her white shirt and pencil skirt not being of any help in the overheated room. Kumi opened a window to get some fresh air before grabbing a mineral water and looking at Ryo from afar, studying his aura. She could hear the other women talk about him, he seemed to be popular already.

Ryo took a liking to Kumi. She seemed to be a favorite of Hirohito, placing a great deal of trust into her. He wondered more about her as he continued to talk among the staff, having a small gathering with sushi and other delights to celebrate Hirohito's success.

There were many attractive women in the agency. But he kept glancing at Kumi, at one point they had even locked fleeting glances. She was incredibly pretty, but she seemed shy. Her skirt and her white blouse did little to hide what was an incredible figure. Ryo stopped himself from wondering what she would look like in a micro bikini or lingerie.

But he suddenly got the wit to walk over to her, leaning against the window sill and smiling. "Kumi-San. I see Hirohito has a lot of respect and faith for you. You must have really made an impression on him. He told me if I had any questions that you would most likely have the answers. Makes me wonder why they didn't promote you to regional manager." He said as he looked down at the small woman, noting how she was far more busty up close.

Kumi was a shy, young woman. She believed in traditional gender roles and values, or at least that was what she knew from home. At work she would often go above and beyond, but others would reap the accolades and promotions instead of her. While she knew that men would give her the time of day, often trying to flirt, she was very self-conscious. Her checkered past with men left her with wounds that were still healing.

She noticed Ryo eyeing her up and down, she reacted the only way she knew how to by turning her face away from his stare and looking down. As he walked closer towards Kumi she could feel the eyes of everyone following him before stopping on them.

She nodded her head timidly, her bosom heaving nervously with every breath she took. "...this is no job for a woman, Tanaka-buchou... I lack the vision and aggression, but I am also happy to be your secretary and support you any way I can." Her answer showed where she came from and what she had been through so far, but it was not made up, looking at her one could see that she was happy just where she was at.

Ryo noticed her body language, seeing how she turned away when he looked at her and blushed. The red tint on her cheeks gave him a sort of thrill for a moment. As if he could have some kind of hold on her since they would be so close.

The heaving of her heavy breasts was enough to make the new regional manager want to turn her around and have his way with her. But he snapped back to the current situation. "You certainly could do it. Hirohito-Sama told me of how long you were under him, you might have a better understanding than me."

He then took her hand gently. "I appreciate you at my side. I will need it." He disguised it with a shaking fashion. "I know you won't let me down." He said, taking out his phone. "I think we need to exchange numbers, correct? If you would please." Handing it to her with the prompt to add a new number.


A shy and self-conscious young woman who believes in traditional gender roles and values. She often goes above and beyond at work, but others reap the accolades and promotions instead of her. Her checkered past with men has left her with wounds that are still healing. She is a mere 5 feet tall, with a lovely figure that is emphasized by her white shirt and pencil skirt. Despite being self-conscious, she tries to show confidence in front of the new regional manager, Ryo, when they first meet.

Ryo noticed her body language, seeing how she turned away when he looked at her and blushed. The red tint on her cheeks gave him a sort of thrill for a moment. As if he could have some kind of hold on her since they would be so close.

The heaving of her heavy breasts was enough to make the new regional manager want to turn her around and have his way with her. But he snapped back to the current situation. "You certainly could do it. Hirohito-Sama told me of how long you were under him, you might have a better understanding than me."

He then took her hand gently. "I appreciate you at my side. I will need it." He disguised it with a shaking fashion. "I know you won't let me down." He said, taking out his phone. "I think we need to exchange numbers, correct? If you would please." Handing it to her with the prompt to add a new number.

Kumi accepted Ryo's phone. It felt a bit weird, she was used to exchange numbers like this when at a club, not at the work place. She typed her number and handed the phone back to Ryo so he could save it.

"You can count on me... my knowledge and experience are all yours" she smiled at Ryo, her left hand running through her hair, combing back a strand that was hanging in her face. She noticed Hirohito in the back smiling and nodding. She smiled back at him. She knew that it was important to him that Kumi was in good hands. She trusted Hirohito and would make sure that Ryo would settle in without any problems.

"If you need anything, just give me a call and I will come. Have you been shown your new office? Are you happy with everything, or can I help you with something?" she asked Ryo.


A woman of notable beauty, as indicated by Johnathan's compliments. She possesses an air of strength and determination, even in the face of adversity and fear. Her defiant nature shows through her refusal to play along with Johnathan's game or show embarrassment when he strips away her modesty. Despite being thrust into a situation beyond her control, she remains composed and quick-witted, using sarcasm as a defense mechanism. She has an unyielding spirit and refuses to be intimidated easily, suggesting that she's resilient and courageous.

Nicole gasped and pressed her back to the cold shower wall when she heard the door open, her arms folding to cover her chest. Had she realized the intruder was removing her clothes, she would have fought him on it. The last thing she needed to be searching for her clothes while she was trying to escape this foreign place.

When it became apparent to Nicole that this warm shower wasn't going to do much to calm her down, she turned the water off and stepped out, her mouth dropping open when she saw the only thing she was left with was a towel. Grumbling, she pulled the towel around her body and secured it before opening the door and sticking her head out. "I don't have any clothes, Johnathan. Where are they? I'm not coming out of here if I don't have clothes."

"You don't need clothes dear." Johnathan replied. "You need answers." He stood up from the couch and turned to her, just able to see her head curled around the door frame. "You really don't even know yet how fortunate you are. For example, this." he said, lifting the bottle and producing a corkscrew. "This is a thousand dollar bottle of wine, and it tastes every bit as good as you'd expect." He carefully cut the foil from the top and tossed it aside, plunging the screw into it's cork. "When something is expensive, it must not disappoint. Now we treat it well, we use fine glasses for fine wine, we don't overcook Kobe steaks, and we wax our super cars."

He pulled the cork and sniffed the bottom, smiling up at her. "You will be treated well, and you will never want for anything in this world again. Consider yourself instantly rocketed to the upper echelon of the one percent... but you will not disappoint."

Nicole snorted and stepped out from behind the door, her arms crossed over the towel. "Really? Because I'm wanting for clothes right now." She did need answers, he was right about that, but what he was telling her now were not answers. It was more cryptic bullshit that didn't make sense to her. "I appreciate the fine wine and all, but I want to go home, Johnathan. Take me home, please."

Whatever trust or affection she had for this man was quickly waning as the situation grew more uncertain and terrifying. She had planned to go out on a date with someone she liked, and now she was naked in some building she had never seen before and being refused clothes.

Johnathan couldn't help himself from smiling. "Oh you're clever" he chuckled. "Perhaps I should have chosen my words more carefully." He sat back down on the couch and stuck an aerator into the bottle, pouring the wine into both glasses. "Keep the towel if you must, but do not let this wine go to waste. Are you hungry?"

Nicole didn't appreciate that remark from him. She was hardly an idiot, and she would have expected him to know that by now. She was indeed famished by this point, but she didn't trust the situation enough to ingest anything. They had obviously used something to knock her out in the limo, and she wouldn't put it past them to drug her with food.

"No. I'm fine." Deciding to meet him halfway, she went and sat down on the couch, but refused the glass of wine. "Cut the bullshit." Nicole said finally, not mincing words anymore. "Why am I here and what do you want with me? No more flowery language. Give it to me straight."

Johnathan shot her a surprised look, impressed by her tenacity despite her current situation. "If you insist." He took a moment with his next sip of the wine, slowly drawing the red liquid into his mouth and swallowing it delicately. "I would liken your situation to that of an arranged marriage. You will not be going home, you will not have a say in the matter. My job, is to teach you the etiquette to which you will fulfill your new role."

Nicole started laughing at his words, not taking it seriously at first. An arranged marriage? Her new role? No way. This wasn't a movie. This stuff didn't happen to people, especially not people like her.

"No, seriously, why am I here?" She watched his face and waited for him to give him the real answer, her own expression dropping and turning panicked when she realized he wasn't joking with her. Nicole shook her head and stood up, walking toward the door. "No. You've lost your mind. I'm not staying here. If I have to leave in my towel, that's fine, but I'm not staying here." She insisted, reaching for the doorknob.

"This only has to be difficult if you make it so." Johnathan answered calmly, his voice steady despite the tension hanging in the room. His words hung in the air like a threadbare curtain; a thin veil separating civility from chaos.

There was no malice in his tone, nor any particular concern. It was as though he were discussing something mundane—like weather or traffic—rather than dictating terms of an involuntary captivity. The indifference in his voice was chilling and yet strangely compelling.

"You're joking, right?" Nicole said, twisting the knob and finding the door to be locked. "You're telling me I've just lost my freedom and am now supposed to train for a new position? And I'm just supposed to accept that? Why? Why would this be good for me in any way?"

"You wanted it straight, and so you'll get it straight." Johnathan stood up and walked over to her by the door, turning the knob that seconds before had been locked but now effortlessly obeyed him. The heavy door swung open revealing two men, each wearing a black masquerade mask standing before them. "I don't think you're naive enough to believe that a man with enough money and power to call you his property is doing so for your opinions. You're very beautiful Nicole, and you should be proud of your beauty, it has granted you freedom from a worthless life of work and taxes. But don't take my patience with you for granted. Have you ever worked on a farm Nicole?" He asked rhetorically, continuing again. "There are two ways to break a wild horse. Horses are beautiful animals, and incredibly loyal. If you gain their trust, take your time, speak calmly, brush, pet, and soothe them they will eventually let you ride them. That first ride is important, the two of you are learning each other. But once that saddle is on, you are in charge. You treat an animal like that well, and it will do anything you require of it. Positive reinforcement is an incredible and simple thing."

"The other way is even simpler, you crush the horses spirit. I will deliver you a brain-dead, cock thirsty whore. I promise you that much. As for tonight, if you so wish these men will escort you back to your cell."

The message Johnathan was giving her was very simple, Nicole realized. Behave, and they would treat her well. Resist, and they would break her. Or try to, anyway. She still felt fairly confident in herself and her mental constitution. They weren't going to win. She wouldn't let them.

Stepping forward, she got in his face and smirked. "I'm not afraid of you, Johnathan, or your bullshit threats. You don't have what it takes to break me. I'm far stronger than you realize. You might want to tell whoever this man is that he needs to find a new show pony, because this one isn't going to perform." Still smiling, she walked over to the table and grabbed her glass of wine, taking a sip of it. "Who are they? More brain-dead cock thirsty whores?" She asked, nodding to the masked men.

Johnathan smiled and walked over to her, leaving the door open and the silent men at their posts. "The wine is good, isn't it?" he replied, ignoring her brave spiel entirely. Before she could answer he yanked the towel off of her and tossed it to the ground. "Go ahead" he smirked, "Keep your pride."

Nicole gasped when he ripped the towel off, leaving her standing there naked before him and the two men. She took a breath and composed herself however, refusing to act embarrassed about her body even though she was in fact. Holding the glass tightly in her hand, she continued to smile at Johnathan as she tipped it over and spilled the wine onto the rug. "Yes. Delicious."


A man who exudes an aura of power and control. His precise mannerisms and taste for expensive wine suggest he's well-off, possibly part of the upper class. He seems to appreciate fine things in life, which extends to his view on people as well. However, his appreciation does not translate into respect, especially towards Nicole. He has a manipulative nature and doesn't shy away from using cryptic language or intimidation tactics to assert dominance. Despite this, he also shows patience and can be charming when it suits him. His ability to switch between being threatening and cordial suggests a calculated personality with potentially sociopathic tendencies.

Johnathan smiled and walked over to her, leaving the door open and the silent men at their posts. "The wine is good, isn't it?" he replied, ignoring her brave spiel entirely. Before she could answer he yanked the towel off of her and tossed it to the ground. "Go ahead" he smirked, "Keep your pride."


A man who carries an air of danger and authority. His physique, honed from years of life as an assassin, is lean and muscular. His features are hardened and his eyes, often cold and calculating, miss nothing. He moves fluidly, like a predator ready for his next kill---a testament of his deadly skills. As for personality, Darius is ruthless and cunning; he's not one for empathy or moral dilemmas when it comes achieving his goals. However, beneath this stern exterior lies a strategic mind which knows how use both force and manipulation effectively---seen through his treatment of Elena. He's also patient enough let situations unfold at their own pace; this trait combined his other qualities makes him formidable opponent indeed.

She wouldn't see Darius in those two week just Jane every other day giving her four day old food. She never had any emotion on her face when giving her the food just her normal expression. Jane gave food every three days and the water every two just to make sure she didn't die but would be severely lacking in both by the time Darius would return. Jane could clean up after her but wouldn't clean her, not once.

On day fifteen He finally came back into the dungeon and walked up splashing her with ice cold water. He watched as she would be lurched awake and sat down in a chair in front of her. "So my dear Elena, are you ready to tell me more? I'll feed you a full meal and a good amount of water. What do you say my dear? Going to tell me what I want to hear?"

The two weeks were long and rough for Elena. Within the first week she could feel the fatigue. By the end of the second she was always exhausted. Locked in a balance between thirst and hunger. If Darius was one thing then it wasn't a liar. The idea alone almost making her break. Though she still held a bit of spirit. The female's body drooping within the chains asleep when the male walked in.

Elena was shaken awake as the cold water touched her dry skin. Her lips were slightly chapped and she even looked a lot weaker than before. Her eyes opening to see him before they lowered to the ground. His words left in silence for a while before she finally spoke. Her voice a bit hoarse from a partially dry throat. "I was the princess..."

Darius for once look taken aback by what he just heard. She kept a pretty big secret but he knew she had more. He would get it out of her queen or not she would tell him what he wants to know. He waked up and started to watch her body so she should be semi clean. When the food came he fed her and gave her water. He was careful not to let her think she had the upper hand.

He placed aside what she at and sat down I'm front of her. "I hope the food was to your liking, I don't cook that often. Now green Elena your turn. I kept my word what else do you want to tell me? I'm all ears." He smiled and then held her head up to look at him.

Elena was surprised when the smell of food found her nose. It was then that she looked up. Her eyes settled upon the meal he had delivered upon as he fed her. Though she despised him feeding her, her hunger saw through it easily as she took each bite of her meal eagerly. Savoring the liquid as she was given water to drink. He had continued to keep his word. The act surprised her. She hadn't actually minded him washing her a bit either. She hadn't cleaned up in almost three weeks.

"I..." She went silent for a bit. The female was reluctant. He would most likely kill her for what her intentions had been. She was in no state to fight or kill anyone. She had been given no chance at escape in the slightest and was losing hope. Part of her wanted to keep fighting but she wasn't sure she could make it much longer. She was past bargaining with him. She wouldn't go that far. "I was going to avenge my father..." Her words were unsteady. Obviously reluctant.

Darius looked at her as she answered and shook his head. She was guilty of wanting to kill for her own wants or needs. It was worse than he thought since she was out to kill him. He would have to break her completely and make her see him as her light. She would have to think that anything he did to her was what she deserved when she was in trouble. She would also have to learn that he could be her happiness, and what better way than through sex.

He placed a hand on her cheek and gave a sad sigh. "I'm sorry to hear your reasons for being here trying to kill someone. You know as well as anyone that even the crown doesn't control the assassin's guild. I will have to punish you for trying to kill for your own revenge." He slapped her repeatedly while telling her why she was getting slapped. Every once and a while he would pull on her nipples and spank her hard just to give her another sensation. "That's my good girl Elena, when you have learned your lesson ill give you an award. You do understand don't you?" He leaned in and gave her a small kiss to test her reactions before pulling away.

Elena wasn't surprised with his response to her words. Though when he spoke of punishment rather than death she was quite surprised. Her eyes lingering in his for a moment before a harsh slap shook it away. It was only followed with a small blurry of more before it turned to something else. An anger started to brew as he continued. Though nothing more than a few painful gasps actually escaped her. When he leaned in and kissed her the anger finally set in and she pulled away. Her eyes stared cold as ice and it was clear she wouldn't hesitate to lash out if he approach her again. As much as she could admit to a punishment she would not be a sexual plaything to this man.

Darius shook his head in disappointment at her actions and he say down again in front of her. She had fight in her which would only make it that much more enjoyable for him to break her. "I had hoped you had learned your place but it seems you need more time to think on how you treat me." He started to speak something in the elvish language but a much older version of the language. When he finished speaking her body would go into a lustful heat that would make her want to sleep with whoever was around." Ill be back in about another two weeks I guess. Maybe earlier depending on how bored I get. For now ill sit here and relax."

Elena didn't care much for his disdain in her response. Watching him as he sat down once more. His words suggesting he was going to torture her some more. The lack of food already driving her weak. The meal had been the only full fresh one she had in a while. Though it seemed this time it would be different. Instead of getting up and leaving, Darius began to speak in a language she didn't understand. Suddenly her body began to heat up and she felt urges start to pile into her mind. Goosebumps even started to form on her skin as she glared down at him. Her anger the only keeping her mind straight and even that was by a thread. "Stop it! Turn it off!" She growled.

She thought she could tell him what to do, that was adorable to him that she thought she had any power. Darius was going to enjoy this next part very much. He watched knowing the heat would only build and figured that she would be begging him to stop before he left for a while. "You have no voice as far as I care. Next time you want something you better learn how to ask properly." He leaned forward and blew on her neck to see how the spell was working.

Elena growled as he spoke. She was far from nothing. He couldn't do this. Though in reality he could and was. This was evident as he blew onto her neck. The soft wind pushing against her skin caused a soft gasped moan to escape from her. Silenced shortly after leaving. "Please turn it off." She spoke. Her tone showing she was now growing desperate. Even the small wind that flowed through the room in small unnoticeable gaps seemed to be affecting her a little bit. The chill in the air not helping her case in the slightest. "Please turn it off please!" Her arms fought against the chains and she found that it only made it worse. Her resistance only fueling the spell.

Darius smiled as she slowly started to give in to his wants from her. But he wasn't about to let way to her get off that easy, no she would have to earn her way into being let go. He wanted her to go mad with lust so he could use it against her. He smiled as he stood up and started to stretch. "I see you learn fast how to listen to me my dear Elena. If you keep that up then you will be a good girl for me." He started to walk out and looked behind him "I will be back in oh maybe two days. Let me know how you feel after two days with that spell activated the whole time. Well ill be back eventually." He left again and Jane would bring her some food and some water as Darius.

Elena watched as he stood. Turning to walk out as if he was leaving her like this. Her body felt super sensitive and she felt the wind as the door opened. Sending shivers as well as another moan was allowed to escape. "N-No please! Don't! Turn it off! Please!" The female kept screaming after him but he was already gone. By the time Jane came in to feed her she was pulling hard at the chains restraining her trying to please herself. The feeling was pulling at her spirit. She didn't sleep that night or the night after. Fighting against the chains to try and get free. Though it soon faded as the chains started to slip cuts into her wrists. By the end of the second day she was crying out to the empty room for help.

Darius came back and sat down in front of her though it was merely a magical double of him that sat right in front of her. His voice came home the duplicate and smiled for him. "Have you learned anything my dear Elena? Were these last two days helpful? I do hope you have learned. If you have you wouldn't mind opening your mouth and sucking my cock would you?" He pulled his cock out and it was much bigger than one would expect from someone his size. He stroked it a few times and it grew even larger right before her eyes. "What do you say my dear little girl Elena? Will you suck my cock?"

Elena watched him with pleading eyes. She had learned her lesson. She just wanted it to stop. As he spoke her eyes drifted down as his member was revealed to her. Her eyes didn't seem shy to stare in the slightest. As he started to stroke it she felt the urge pull at her. She wanted to give in. Avoiding any chance of losing her opportunity, she only opened her mouth for him. Resisting the urge no further as she invited him to come closer. Her legs trembled and she felt a mixture of feelings. The lust drove her the most.

Darius smiled from the shadows and his duplicate disappeared as he walked in front of her. He kept the spell going and slipped his cock into her mouth. With out warning he immediately started to fuck her mouth. He bunched up some of her hair in his hands to give him better hold for fucking head and her mouth as he pleased. "That's a good girl, if you continue to work me like this and cum then ill lift the spell and heal your wounds." He loved the sound of her gagging on his cock or her soft moans giving him tendencies to swell in size. He could feel that she was giving in bit he was ready to trust her just yet.

Elena didn't think much on the spell as he started to forcefully fuck her mouth. As the member entered she gagged on his size. The heat in her only building as he took her hair in his hands and continued. She began to get used to his thrusts and the gags turned into soft moans as his member continued to move inside. Each thrust made the heat inside of her stronger. She felt his member begin to swell a bit and she wondered if he was close to climax. Her eyes closed as she found her head moving within rhythm to his hips. She was enjoying this. Why was she enjoying it?

Darius listened as her reactions became less aggressive and more hungry for him. Her moans filled the room and his swelling size throbbing in her throat as he started to slap her ass repeatedly. She seemed to be understanding that she was no longer queen Elena but his fucktoy to use as he wants. He decided it was time to award her with his cum. "Alright my dear Elena get ready to drink all this up, and don't you dare spill any." He thrusted as far into her throat as he could and shot load after load of his cum the slowly pulled out to let the last few loads land inside her mouth. "Now what do you say to me my little whore?"

Elena seemed to have lost control of her reactions. The crazed feeling leaving her hungry for him. Even as he spoke and she felt his size swelling she continued eagerly. As his load shoot inside and his girth filled her throat she gagged a bit. Only when he retreated a bit did she finally start to lap away at the fun he had released. The heat within her still burning as he sought a response. A small grin seemed to fill her face as she spoke. "Thank you for my meal." The words in her brain seemed foreign but they came out naturally.

Darius smiled at her words and the way she spoke them with a happy tone. She was partly his but not yet completely and he wanted her completely. He needed to see how she acted when the spell wasn't active so he let the spell go and the magical heat would fade out. Now he would see what she had learned.

He sat down putting his cock away and crossed his legs. "So my dear Elena, tell me what you want from me. I would love to hear what is going on in your head. Tell me everything and don't leave anything out." He looked at her ready to read her emotions as they spelled out and ready to put her back in that heated state if need be.

Elena felt the heat begin to disappear. The arousal that had filled her seeping into a small sense of shame and shyness as her mind calmed down. Her eyes avoided his but she didn't want that spell to return. She needed to listen. If she didn't then the spell was likely to come back. "I don't know..." She spoke softly and quietly. The silence drifting there for a moment. Her eyes lingering to the door behind him and the idea of freedom. Though her doubts were too heavy to even try to ask. She wanted away. To return back to the castle and just cry. Never had she felt worthless. She honestly didn't know what she wanted. Her dream of revenge had faded a bit. Hidden behind weeks of degradation and limited food and water. It was hard to even speak. She began to finish her sentence. "I don't know what I want anymore..."

Her answer wasn't quite what Darius expected but he could easily work with it. He needed to give her purpose, she needed something to live for. So why not make pleasing him what she lived for, what she yearned to do? He could give her a sense of being fulfilled and he would have a loyal toy/assassin. "Well my dear slut, I have only three options for you. One you can die here and now for your greed and revenge at the cost of the kingdom. Two I make you watch as the kingdom you love changes before your very eyes because it's rightful ruler abandoned it. Or three you become mine in heart, body, and soul, I will train you to be a wonderful killer as well as my pet while you rule under the guidance of the guild of the people. Its your choice so choose wisely." He sat there with a serious expression on his face.

Elena heard his voice and listened. Her eyes not leaving the spot on the floor that they had occupied. It seemed he was giving her a choice in her fate. Maybe she did deserve death. Not only had she acted out of revenge but she had failed in her mission. Was there more to live for? She didn't want to remain a captive. If she lived then she desired freedom. His options gave no room for freedom however and it was easy to see. Darius had her and he knew it. The female remaining silent for quite some time. "I..." She paused. Taking another moment to make her decision before speaking again. "Option 3." She spoke quietly.

Darius smiled as he watched her mind balance out her options and he waited for her answer. When she did finally answer it was exactly what he thought she would choose and what he hoped she would choose. He held her face gently and smiled to her warmly. "Are you willing to make a magical oath swearing that you will be mine to do with as I please? Or should I leave you for another two days filled with that lustful need?" He pulled out a small scroll and ink that looked like he had already prepared himself to take her as his. He had everything written up and detailed to suit his wants and needs. "What do you say my cum loving girl?"


A woman of regal beauty, her royal lineage subtly reflected in her poised demeanor and refined features. Her eyes, expressive and intelligent, often reveal more than she intends them too. Despite disguising herself as a commoner, there's an innate grace about her which is hard not mask entirely. As for personality, Elena is strong-willed and determined; her resolve initially seen through her refusal of submitting under duress. However, she also has a pragmatic side which becomes apparent when faced against insurmountable odds; she chooses survival over pride or idealism. Her spirit may seem broken due harsh circumstances but beneath it all lies a survivor who's learning adapt even in direst situations.

She wouldn't see Darius in those two week just Jane every other day giving her four day old food. She never had any emotion on her face when giving her the food just her normal expression. Jane gave food every three days and the water every two just to make sure she didn't die but would be severely lacking in both by the time Darius would return. Jane could clean up after her but wouldn't clean her, not once.

On day fifteen He finally came back into the dungeon and walked up splashing her with ice cold water. He watched as she would be lurched awake and sat down in a chair in front of her. "So my dear Elena, are you ready to tell me more? I'll feed you a full meal and a good amount of water. What do you say my dear? Going to tell me what I want to hear?"

The two weeks were long and rough for Elena. Within the first week she could feel the fatigue. By the end of the second she was always exhausted. Locked in a balance between thirst and hunger. If Darius was one thing then it wasn't a liar. The idea alone almost making her break. Though she still held a bit of spirit. The female's body drooping within the chains asleep when the male walked in.

Elena was shaken awake as the cold water touched her dry skin. Her lips were slightly chapped and she even looked a lot weaker than before. Her eyes opening to see him before they lowered to the ground. His words left in silence for a while before she finally spoke. Her voice a bit hoarse from a partially dry throat. "I was the princess..."

Darius for once look taken aback by what he just heard. She kept a pretty big secret but he knew she had more. He would get it out of her queen or not she would tell him what he wants to know. He waked up and started to watch her body so she should be semi clean. When the food came he fed her and gave her water. He was careful not to let her think she had the upper hand.

He placed aside what she at and sat down I'm front of her. "I hope the food was to your liking, I don't cook that often. Now green Elena your turn. I kept my word what else do you want to tell me? I'm all ears." He smiled and then held her head up to look at him.

Elena was surprised when the smell of food found her nose. It was then that she looked up. Her eyes settled upon the meal he had delivered upon as he fed her. Though she despised him feeding her, her hunger saw through it easily as she took each bite of her meal eagerly. Savoring the liquid as she was given water to drink. He had continued to keep his word. The act surprised her. She hadn't actually minded him washing her a bit either. She hadn't cleaned up in almost three weeks.

"I..." She went silent for a bit. The female was reluctant. He would most likely kill her for what her intentions had been. She was in no state to fight or kill anyone. She had been given no chance at escape in the slightest and was losing hope. Part of her wanted to keep fighting but she wasn't sure she could make it much longer. She was past bargaining with him. She wouldn't go that far. "I was going to avenge my father..." Her words were unsteady. Obviously reluctant.

Darius looked at her as she answered and shook his head. She was guilty of wanting to kill for her own wants or needs. It was worse than he thought since she was out to kill him. He would have to break her completely and make her see him as her light. She would have to think that anything he did to her was what she deserved when she was in trouble. She would also have to learn that he could be her happiness, and what better way than through sex.

He placed a hand on her cheek and gave a sad sigh. "I'm sorry to hear your reasons for being here trying to kill someone. You know as well as anyone that even the crown doesn't control the assassin's guild. I will have to punish you for trying to kill for your own revenge." He slapped her repeatedly while telling her why she was getting slapped. Every once and a while he would pull on her nipples and spank her hard just to give her another sensation. "That's my good girl Elena, when you have learned your lesson ill give you an award. You do understand don't you?" He leaned in and gave her a small kiss to test her reactions before pulling away.

Elena wasn't surprised with his response to her words. Though when he spoke of punishment rather than death she was quite surprised. Her eyes lingering in his for a moment before a harsh slap shook it away. It was only followed with a small blurry of more before it turned to something else. An anger started to brew as he continued. Though nothing more than a few painful gasps actually escaped her. When he leaned in and kissed her the anger finally set in and she pulled away. Her eyes stared cold as ice and it was clear she wouldn't hesitate to lash out if he approach her again. As much as she could admit to a punishment she would not be a sexual plaything to this man.

Darius shook his head in disappointment at her actions and he say down again in front of her. She had fight in her which would only make it that much more enjoyable for him to break her. "I had hoped you had learned your place but it seems you need more time to think on how you treat me." He started to speak something in the elvish language but a much older version of the language. When he finished speaking her body would go into a lustful heat that would make her want to sleep with whoever was around." Ill be back in about another two weeks I guess. Maybe earlier depending on how bored I get. For now ill sit here and relax."

Elena didn't care much for his disdain in her response. Watching him as he sat down once more. His words suggesting he was going to torture her some more. The lack of food already driving her weak. The meal had been the only full fresh one she had in a while. Though it seemed this time it would be different. Instead of getting up and leaving, Darius began to speak in a language she didn't understand. Suddenly her body began to heat up and she felt urges start to pile into her mind. Goosebumps even started to form on her skin as she glared down at him. Her anger the only keeping her mind straight and even that was by a thread. "Stop it! Turn it off!" She growled.

She thought she could tell him what to do, that was adorable to him that she thought she had any power. Darius was going to enjoy this next part very much. He watched knowing the heat would only build and figured that she would be begging him to stop before he left for a while. "You have no voice as far as I care. Next time you want something you better learn how to ask properly." He leaned forward and blew on her neck to see how the spell was working.

Elena growled as he spoke. She was far from nothing. He couldn't do this. Though in reality he could and was. This was evident as he blew onto her neck. The soft wind pushing against her skin caused a soft gasped moan to escape from her. Silenced shortly after leaving. "Please turn it off." She spoke. Her tone showing she was now growing desperate. Even the small wind that flowed through the room in small unnoticeable gaps seemed to be affecting her a little bit. The chill in the air not helping her case in the slightest. "Please turn it off please!" Her arms fought against the chains and she found that it only made it worse. Her resistance only fueling the spell.

Darius smiled as she slowly started to give in to his wants from her. But he wasn't about to let way to her get off that easy, no she would have to earn her way into being let go. He wanted her to go mad with lust so he could use it against her. He smiled as he stood up and started to stretch. "I see you learn fast how to listen to me my dear Elena. If you keep that up then you will be a good girl for me." He started to walk out and looked behind him "I will be back in oh maybe two days. Let me know how you feel after two days with that spell activated the whole time. Well ill be back eventually." He left again and Jane would bring her some food and some water as Darius.

Elena watched as he stood. Turning to walk out as if he was leaving her like this. Her body felt super sensitive and she felt the wind as the door opened. Sending shivers as well as another moan was allowed to escape. "N-No please! Don't! Turn it off! Please!" The female kept screaming after him but he was already gone. By the time Jane came in to feed her she was pulling hard at the chains restraining her trying to please herself. The feeling was pulling at her spirit. She didn't sleep that night or the night after. Fighting against the chains to try and get free. Though it soon faded as the chains started to slip cuts into her wrists. By the end of the second day she was crying out to the empty room for help.

Darius came back and sat down in front of her though it was merely a magical double of him that sat right in front of her. His voice came home the duplicate and smiled for him. "Have you learned anything my dear Elena? Were these last two days helpful? I do hope you have learned. If you have you wouldn't mind opening your mouth and sucking my cock would you?" He pulled his cock out and it was much bigger than one would expect from someone his size. He stroked it a few times and it grew even larger right before her eyes. "What do you say my dear little girl Elena? Will you suck my cock?"

Elena watched him with pleading eyes. She had learned her lesson. She just wanted it to stop. As he spoke her eyes drifted down as his member was revealed to her. Her eyes didn't seem shy to stare in the slightest. As he started to stroke it she felt the urge pull at her. She wanted to give in. Avoiding any chance of losing her opportunity, she only opened her mouth for him. Resisting the urge no further as she invited him to come closer. Her legs trembled and she felt a mixture of feelings. The lust drove her the most.

Darius smiled from the shadows and his duplicate disappeared as he walked in front of her. He kept the spell going and slipped his cock into her mouth. With out warning he immediately started to fuck her mouth. He bunched up some of her hair in his hands to give him better hold for fucking head and her mouth as he pleased. "That's a good girl, if you continue to work me like this and cum then ill lift the spell and heal your wounds." He loved the sound of her gagging on his cock or her soft moans giving him tendencies to swell in size. He could feel that she was giving in bit he was ready to trust her just yet.

Elena didn't think much on the spell as he started to forcefully fuck her mouth. As the member entered she gagged on his size. The heat in her only building as he took her hair in his hands and continued. She began to get used to his thrusts and the gags turned into soft moans as his member continued to move inside. Each thrust made the heat inside of her stronger. She felt his member begin to swell a bit and she wondered if he was close to climax. Her eyes closed as she found her head moving within rhythm to his hips. She was enjoying this. Why was she enjoying it?

Darius listened as her reactions became less aggressive and more hungry for him. Her moans filled the room and his swelling size throbbing in her throat as he started to slap her ass repeatedly. She seemed to be understanding that she was no longer queen Elena but his fucktoy to use as he wants. He decided it was time to award her with his cum. "Alright my dear Elena get ready to drink all this up, and don't you dare spill any." He thrusted as far into her throat as he could and shot load after load of his cum the slowly pulled out to let the last few loads land inside her mouth. "Now what do you say to me my little whore?"

Elena seemed to have lost control of her reactions. The crazed feeling leaving her hungry for him. Even as he spoke and she felt his size swelling she continued eagerly. As his load shoot inside and his girth filled her throat she gagged a bit. Only when he retreated a bit did she finally start to lap away at the fun he had released. The heat within her still burning as he sought a response. A small grin seemed to fill her face as she spoke. "Thank you for my meal." The words in her brain seemed foreign but they came out naturally.

Darius smiled at her words and the way she spoke them with a happy tone. She was partly his but not yet completely and he wanted her completely. He needed to see how she acted when the spell wasn't active so he let the spell go and the magical heat would fade out. Now he would see what she had learned.

He sat down putting his cock away and crossed his legs. "So my dear Elena, tell me what you want from me. I would love to hear what is going on in your head. Tell me everything and don't leave anything out." He looked at her ready to read her emotions as they spelled out and ready to put her back in that heated state if need be.

Elena felt the heat begin to disappear. The arousal that had filled her seeping into a small sense of shame and shyness as her mind calmed down. Her eyes avoided his but she didn't want that spell to return. She needed to listen. If she didn't then the spell was likely to come back. "I don't know..." She spoke softly and quietly. The silence drifting there for a moment. Her eyes lingering to the door behind him and the idea of freedom. Though her doubts were too heavy to even try to ask. She wanted away. To return back to the castle and just cry. Never had she felt worthless. She honestly didn't know what she wanted. Her dream of revenge had faded a bit. Hidden behind weeks of degradation and limited food and water. It was hard to even speak. She began to finish her sentence. "I don't know what I want anymore..."

Her answer wasn't quite what Darius expected but he could easily work with it. He needed to give her purpose, she needed something to live for. So why not make pleasing him what she lived for, what she yearned to do? He could give her a sense of being fulfilled and he would have a loyal toy/assassin. "Well my dear slut, I have only three options for you. One you can die here and now for your greed and revenge at the cost of the kingdom. Two I make you watch as the kingdom you love changes before your very eyes because it's rightful ruler abandoned it. Or three you become mine in heart, body, and soul, I will train you to be a wonderful killer as well as my pet while you rule under the guidance of the guild of the people. Its your choice so choose wisely." He sat there with a serious expression on his face.

Elena heard his voice and listened. Her eyes not leaving the spot on the floor that they had occupied. It seemed he was giving her a choice in her fate. Maybe she did deserve death. Not only had she acted out of revenge but she had failed in her mission. Was there more to live for? She didn't want to remain a captive. If she lived then she desired freedom. His options gave no room for freedom however and it was easy to see. Darius had her and he knew it. The female remaining silent for quite some time. "I..." She paused. Taking another moment to make her decision before speaking again. "Option 3." She spoke quietly.

Darius smiled as he watched her mind balance out her options and he waited for her answer. When she did finally answer it was exactly what he thought she would choose and what he hoped she would choose. He held her face gently and smiled to her warmly. "Are you willing to make a magical oath swearing that you will be mine to do with as I please? Or should I leave you for another two days filled with that lustful need?" He pulled out a small scroll and ink that looked like he had already prepared himself to take her as his. He had everything written up and detailed to suit his wants and needs. "What do you say my cum loving girl?"

Elena was embarrassed by what she had done. Doing something like that wasn't her. Though she felt empty. The female accepting the degrading talk from Darius easily. As he spoke of the spell she shook her head quickly. "Please no. I wish to be yours." She spoke softly. Her eyes lifting to look at him and the scroll. Looking at the parchment for a small moment before her eyes lowered once more. "W... what will be expected of me..." She questioned.