A middle-aged man, exhibiting a strong physical presence and an air of authority. He's Donna's father. He carries himself with confidence, perhaps bordering on arrogance. His physique is well-maintained for his age, hinting at a concern for appearances and physical desire. His personality is dominant and assertive, unafraid to take risks or exert control over others. This dominance extends into his sexual behavior as he initiates and controls the activities in the story. Despite his reckless actions, Ray demonstrates a level of caution by keeping an eye on his surroundings during their act, indicating an ability to think strategically even in intense situations.

A wave of desire seeped into every inch of his body. Ray gripped his daughter like she belonged entirely to him, like he wanted nothing else in the world but to feel every inch of her. His lips ran along her neck and face, savoring her taste. His hands worked underneath her top, massaging her perky tits. His hips ground against hers. "I've wanted this. I'm gonna give it to you." he whispered.

Ray glanced at the mirror to check on his wife. They had reached the long, empty stretch of highway and she was transfixed on the road. Her dark sunglasses hid her eyes and she'd have no reason to check the rear view mirror. If they were careful enough, it wouldn't look like anything too out of the ordinary was happening. The risk only served to turn him on more. Besides, the radio was turned up enough to mask any little moans that might escape them.

He reached for the button fly of his jeans and yanked it open. He pushed down his pants and boxers just enough to free his long, thick cock. It stood up between Donna's thighs, perfectly hard and more than eight inches tall. He stroked his shaft slowly and pressed it up against the wet fabric shielding her pussy. "I've shown you mine," he whispered, tugging her neckline and bra down to expose one of her tits. "Now let's see yours."

Whimpering ever so slightly, her body was getting uncomfortably hot as her father ran his lips up her neck and face. Panting ever so softly, his hands snaked up her shirt and gripped her perky breasts. Her hips grinded into his more as her pussy became unbelievable moist as their hips grinded together and his hands teased and taunted her breasts. As he whispered in her ear, a shiver went right down her spine and made her pussy quiver with excitement. With how hot her body was and how incredibly hot her body was from her father, her mother never crossed her mind in the slightest as she was lost in the complete lust she felt.

As if he read her mind, he moved slightly and undid his jeans. Just like that, his pulsing large cock pressed against the crotch of her shorts which were slightly damp from how aroused he made her. Wanting to tease him slightly, she slid her clothed crotch up and down his harden cock. She bit her lips so she wouldn't moan to loud as she got them both ready. Everything tightened in anticipation of him inside of her. He whispered again while he tugged her neckline and bra down and one of her breasts popped out. The nipple hardened as the air hit it. "Yes daddy," she whimpered.

Wiggling on top of him, she hooked a finger on her shorts and thin panties. In one swift yank, they fell to her knee's and her bald pussy was exposed. Her puffy lips started to wrap around him and she moved her hips up and down slight, his tip hit her hole once or twice before she sliding him back up and his tip poked her swollen clit. "I'm ready for you daddy," she whispered as she teased his cock again.

Ray released a heavy breath as his daughter's bare pussy slicked the top of his shaft. His hand traveled up her neck and gripped the back of her hair. He pulled her head so they were face to face, and his lips found hers for a passionate, steamy kiss. His tongue and lips intertwined with hers, pulling, caressing, and sucking. His other hand pressed his cock in parallel to her slit, her pretty little pink mound felt like heaven. The tip of his cock teased her clit, rolling smoothly with the liberal amount of cum leaking from her and the pre-ejaculate trickling from him. He kept an eye open on mom, just in case.

With a big thrust, all at once, he filled her with his cock. He sucked her tongue before letting her mouth go. He peeked down her body and savored the sight of their taboo lust. He stoked her bald pussy with his fingers, playing with her clit as he began to grind his hips up to hers. He was careful not to make their bodies clap together. In a more private setting, he'd test his sweet daughter's limits on how hard she could fuck. But, somehow, his restraint and their positional limitation only made the experience hotter. He hadn't been so turned on in decades. She was flawless. She felt amazing, too.

He pulled her hair, forcing her to face the ceiling. Her back straightened, and his cock dug in deeper. He licked her ear and whispered, "How do you like getting fucked nasty by daddy?" His thumb wandered to her face and stoked her lips, waiting for her to suck.

Just as she was starting to quake from how aroused she was, he gripped her hair and pulled her face into a deep passionate kiss. Her eyes closed as their tongue and lips almost fought with each other as they kissed each other deeply. Whimpering softly against his lips, she lightly nibbled on his tongue and coaxed it back into her mouth. His tip teased her clit and she couldn't help but moan against his lips as she pushed her pelvis into him wanting him inside. Pulling away slightly, she was going to beg him to put it in, but then in one thrust, he was completely inside of her.

Their lips still together, he sucked on her tongue before letting her go. Leaning her body full against him, she moved her body just enough to feel the sweet friction she needed. As his finger found her clit, she gasped slightly and turned her lips to his ear as she panted softly as he grinded into her. Yanking her hair until her back straightened and his cock dug into her deep and grinded against her g-spot, she gasped and licked her lips. Feeling him lick her ear, her body spasm around him. The question made her pussy pulsate with pleasure. "I love it daddy, please more," she begged as his thumb prodded her lips before she gave in and sucks on it.

Ray thrust his cock through his daughter's hole, exploring every possible angle and depth. He massaged her clit and paid close attention to every breath and spasm she made. His other hand squeezed her tits, twisting and teasing her nipple. His breaths were charged with desire, a pure primal lust he hadn't felt in years. He playfully sunk his teeth into her neck.

They were like this for miles. He'd slap her tits and pull on her hair to press her closer into him, and his cock throbbed within her. He was close to climax and they still had a ways to go. He pulled out and tugged her shirt down again. "Uh oh, I think I see a cop way behind us. Donna, maybe you should get down on the floor and hide for a bit so we don't get a ticket."

"Oh, yeah sweetie." Mom replied. "Better safe than sorry."

Ray smiled and spread his legs for her to kneel between them. "Clean daddy's cock off with your mouth while you're down there." he whispered.

Donna's face was flush from her father grinding into her, she was still built up, but not quiet there. Her whole pussy was sensitive and one good pound away from the hardest climax she ever had in her life. As she moved behind her mother and into the foot-well of her fathers seat, she looked up at him with his cock right in her face as he whispered to her. Giving a nod, she gripped the base and her tongue flicked and explored just the head of his cock as her hand slowly glided up and down.

He tasted slick and salty from being inside of her, which made her blush slightly from light embarrassment and arousal. Suckling him so she wouldn't make any noise, she cleaned him and pumped him. She could feel his cock twitch slightly in her mouth and she kept her eyes on him, wondering if he was about to cum into her mouth.

Ray turned his face up in ecstasy as his cock plunged to the back of her throat. Her sweet lips massaged his shaft just the way he liked. He gripped her hair and forced her head to match his thrusts as he face fucked his daughter. The thrusts steadily grew more rapid. His cock throbbed and twitched. He stroked the side of her face with his thumb, impressed with her. He looked into her eyes and watched as she suckled his large member. He let out a short moan. He couldn't hold it in any more.

He quickly slid himself out from her mouth and pulled her hair back. He shot his hot load across her face, smearing across her lips and dripping down her neck to her tits. Ray wiped some up with his fingers and made her lick it off. "Good girl." He smiled breathlessly. He picked up her panties off the floor and used them to wipe the cum off. He tucked his wet cock back into his shorts and invited her back onto his lap with a pat.

"Looks like the coast is clear."


Ray's daughter, teenager. She is a petite and attractive figure with 'perky breasts' and a 'bald pussy', implying that she takes care of her appearance. Her personality is submissive yet adventurous, willing to engage in risky behavior despite potential consequences. She displays affection towards Ray, hinting at an emotional connection beyond the physical act they're engaged in. Additionally, Donna has a certain level of trust in Ray, allowing him to lead their encounters while also actively participating and expressing her desires. Despite being caught up in the moment, she remains aware of their situation and maintains control over her reactions to avoid drawing attention.

Donna's face was flush from her father grinding into her, she was still built up, but not quiet there. Her whole pussy was sensitive and one good pound away from the hardest climax she ever had in her life. As she moved behind her mother and into the foot-well of her fathers seat, she looked up at him with his cock right in her face as he whispered to her. Giving a nod, she gripped the base and her tongue flicked and explored just the head of his cock as her hand slowly glided up and down.

He tasted slick and salty from being inside of her, which made her blush slightly from light embarrassment and arousal. Suckling him so she wouldn't make any noise, she cleaned him and pumped him. She could feel his cock twitch slightly in her mouth and she kept her eyes on him, wondering if he was about to cum into her mouth.


A woman shape-shifter who can transform into a fox. She dreams of an independent and free life. Her personality is cautious and somewhat distrustful, as she questions Siegfried's intentions multiple times. Despite her wariness, she shows signs of vulnerability when injured and relies on Siegfried for help.

But Mirabelle recognized him though. She had seen him before, in one of those parades to show off the power of the King's army. Besides the Prince, he was one of the men that make women swoon. Siegfried, his friends would mention him with respect, his enemies would say his name in fear. She had never really paid much attention to what happen in the court though. She dreamed about the Prince, since he was so popular and people talked about him everywhere. This man, was nothing but a Royal puppet to her: he would follow every order, would swear to give his life to protect the Royal family... her ideal life was much more different. More independent, more free, like... a fox.

Siegfried smiled in amusement as he watched her every move. He wasn't surprised by her fear or when she hid under the bed. He was worried that she'd agitate her wound and thus he made no move towards her in her hiding place.

As he made his way around the room he would place his sword and shield on the table before he began to remove his armor as well. Even as he made himself increasingly vulnerable he felt no fear of an attack since he knew he could take down a wounded fox. Once his armor was off he stood in the middle of the room contemplating what to do about her.

"Food and a drink would be a good start." He said to himself before he left the room wearing a pair of black breeches and a red shirt. In his hasty departure he'd left the door to his room open.

Mirabelle's ears twisted, hearing a clacking sound. She raised her head, her ears stood up, listening and judging the situation. She heard movement once more, the sound of foot steps walking away, and she peering out before fully moved out as she realized he was gone now. Her heart skipped a beat seeing the door opened. He had left the door open? Was it a trap? But why did he wanted to trick a fox anyway? Or had he already known she wasn't a fox?

She walked with the speed of a snail, tail swished slightly and keeping the ears down, to an outside looking, she was a fox investigating her surrounding. Her heartbeat raced when she was just an inch from the door. Freedom was waiting. She was still seriously wounded, but she could take care of herself now. Herbs was another things she had to learn if she wanted to become a sorceress.

She breathed in deeply. Her sense of smell had become better now, increased fourteen times than normal human, and she could smell he, or any other human wasn't around. As quick as a fox in its injured condition, she ran down the hallway, sniffing the air for a door, a window... anything that would give her an escape.

The door would be in the same direction Siegfried had headed. His room was around the back of his medium-sized home alone with three other guest rooms. When she found the door it would be locked tightly, he had wanted to keep her inside at least while she healed. Siegfried was currently in the kitchen preparing his dinner along with a simple meal for her. It would only be a matter of minutes until he returned to his room in search of her.

Mirabelle found the big door, and she found it locked. After a desperate moment scratching the hard wooden surface, she dropped down on the floor and started to yip. She couldn't help, it happened when she transform, the animal instinct would lead her to do what a real fox would do. It was almost like the sound of a little bird, then became stronger and longer, like a cry. It was the sound a helpless fox would make, to call for help or just to express its lonesomeness. In this case it was more of the second one.

By the time she started to yip loud enough for him to hear Siegfried had finished preparing both of their meals. "How'd she get out of the room?" He wondered aloud as he carried a tray holding a bowl of water along with some chicken, it was his peace offering of sorts. When he saw her he would make sure to drag his feet so she could hear him approaching. Once he was a few meters away from her he would place the tray of food on the floor and back away from it.

Mirabelle heard him coming and instantly turned back. He was far enough away she wouldn't growl or anything just yet. She ducked her head down. She knew she wasn't able to run away now; shivering, she took slower breaths calming herself. Her eyes glanced at the food he had put down. Was it poisoned? But why on Earth that he would poison a fox?

Their eyes met for a moment, before she jumped up catching the food in the bowl. She hadn't looked at it clearly until she moved back as far from him as she could. The smell of raw meat got to her nose, she frowned and dropped the chicken leg down. It wasn't poisoned, but she didn't like the taste. Even thought she was a fox now, she still prefer to eat like a human.

What kind of animal doesn't eat free food? Siegfried wondered as he saw her reject the food he'd offered. With a sigh of slight irritation he walked towards her and reached down to retrieve the tray of food. If she wouldn't eat it he wouldn't let it go to waste, well besides the leg she'd bitten of course. "Come on, we'll find you something to eat." He said before he lead the way back to there kitchen where his own hot meal of chicken soup and a berry juice waited.

Mirabelle took a step back, ears still pressed down flat on her head, like an angry of frightened kitten as he pick up the tray. But when he walked away and called her to follow, she did, her stomach was growling.

She didn't enter the kitchen though. The smell of food made the sound of her stomach become more obvious that he certainly would hear. Her ears stood up, a sight of trust. Not that she truly trusted him, but she was hungry and she wanted his trust. Plus that there was a headache started to raise inside her head, along with a soft tingle over her body. "Please... not now..." she praised silently.

The sound of her growling stomach made up Siegfried's mind for him as he looked at his own plate of food. With a resigned sigh he moved the bowl of soup off to the side before he poured the berry juice in a bowl to make it easier for her to drink. Once that was finished he once again placed a tray of food in front of her, this time the meat was cooked and the drink smelt delicious. "Eat up before it gets cold." He said before he left the room to get some dried meat and bread to eat with his soup.

Mirabelle shivered for a second, feeling something like a small electricity ran through her veins. His movement made her take one step back, the ears slightly went down but then raised up again as he put the food in front of her. She sniffed the soup, darting her tongue out for a state before he went out, and lap the tasty food with all her heart when he was out of her sight.

The electricity shot through her again, this time stronger and shocking. Her eyes opened wide and her breathing got faster with every of her heartbeat. She stumbled back and groan. Keeping this animal form had become too much for her, and had reached her limit. By the time he went back, she ran out of the room, finding a hiding place.


A man who commands respect and fear, possessing an imposing and strong physical appearance. He is a member of the King's army and holds a high position, making him popular among women. His personality is cautious yet caring, as he tends to Mirabelle's wounds and ensures she has food to eat. He also appears patient and understanding when dealing with her animal form.

Mirabelle shivered for a second, feeling something like a small electricity ran through her veins. His movement made her take one step back, the ears slightly went down but then raised up again as he put the food in front of her. She sniffed the soup, darting her tongue out for a state before he went out, and lap the tasty food with all her heart when he was out of her sight.

The electricity shot through her again, this time stronger and shocking. Her eyes opened wide and her breathing got faster with every of her heartbeat. She stumbled back and groan. Keeping this animal form had become too much for her, and had reached her limit. By the time he went back, she ran out of the room, finding a hiding place.

When Siegfried returned and she was gone he just assumed that she'd headed back to his room to rest so he decided to find her after he ate. He ate relatively quickly as he thought about the days events. He silently hoped that he wouldn't be forced to return to the womanhunt tomorrow.

Once he was finished he gathered up the used bowls and trays and carried them to the sink so he could clean them. He was glad that she reacted so positively to the food, and that line of thought reminded him that he needed to find his foxxy guest to check her wounds and change the bandages.

After leaving the kitchen his first destination was his room.


A 16 years old teenage girl with a soft and feminine appearance. She has large D-cup breasts, long hair, and a delicate frame. Her personality is innocent and naive, as she initially does not realize that her actions could be provocative to others. She appears vulnerable and frightened when confronted by the men, demonstrating her lack of experience in dealing with such situations.

Alexandra arched her back and stretched, her large breasts being pulled out of the water with the motion and giving the men a good show. Not that she would realize this though, she sighed and slumped further into the water after that muttering about how unfair it was that Leona couldn't come over.

The men were delighted. They had time to enjoy the view but also to undress. There would be no awkward period of undressing and soon all four men were naked and surrounding the poor girl. The largest of the four Vincent moved behind Alexandra and with his large hand he placed it suddenly over her mouth and with strong arms he pulled her easily from the water and out onto her feet pulling her wet naked body against his.

"You fucking keep quiet. Say nothing and do not make a move. Do you hear me?" He said in an urgent whisper into her ear. The other three were stood around looking at her with hungry eyes but they let Vincent have first go... the big man's spare hand began to molest the firm breasts and he moaned in delight in her ear.

Alexandra tried to scream when she felt the hand go over her face, but he grabbed her before anything could get out. Her eyes grew wider when she got pulled out of the water and pressed against this huge man. She was frozen at this point and barely registered what he'd said. However, she knew exactly what was coming when he started to squeeze her breasts. The teenager closed her eyes and tried not to cry as he continued.

The man was black and heavily muscled. He had no fat on him and he felt as hard as she did soft and feminine. He stood a good deal over six foot and it only took one arm to pin her body against his. The other mashed against her breasts as the other men laughed and smacked each others palms as they all realized how hot this young girl was.

Vincent pulled Alexandra down onto the hard floor and climbed on top of her. One of the other man grabbed her wrists and pulled them high over her head as Vincent let her see the size of his cock before he lined her up. "You are a very lucky girl today missy... This is a nice big ten inch cock for you..." He said with a grin and then without warning he penetrated he deeply.

As soon as the hand came off of her mouth Alexandra couldn't help screaming. "No, let me go. Please, I'll give you anything." she was terrified of what was happening and hoped that the men would just take some of her money and leave. Though when he forced her down and positioned himself the teen's skin paled. The man was much larger than anything she'd had in there before. She and Leona had started working with their toys, but this was something on a completely different scale.

"No, stay out you'll tear me." She continued yelling as Vincent positioned himself fully. Alexandra thrashed about trying to stop him, but she was no match for the strong men. The man had little trouble entering her, though he'd have to exert a fair bit of effort because of how tight she was. However, his length was a bit too much. He'd bottomed out, hitting her as deeply as possible, and there were still a few inches outside. Alexandra screamed again as the man forced his way in, all the way to ramming into the back of her vagina.

Vincent's cock was firm and rigid and offered very little give. With her legs pulled up high he was delighted at how deep he was able to penetrate and with his big muscles he was able to pound the poor teen. The other men that were not holding her down were kneeling to her side offering a cock to her mouth, long hair or hands and were eagerly groping her now bouncing breasts.

Vincent was famed for his strength and stamina and so he took quite a while to get close to orgasm although her screams did excite him very much and he looked down grinning as he just used her cunt like a worthless toy.

Alexandra yelped at each thrust. It felt like he was punching her in the gut each time his cock rammed against her cervix. Though strangely enough the pain her walls were felling lessened as the brute of a man continued. Her pussy was clamped down on him, trying to force the intruding object out each time, but that would only serve to make her feel tighter to the man.

As for the other men, Alexandra tried to cover her chest with her hands, but they could be removed so easily it wasn't even fair to her. She'd kept her fists balled and her mouth tightly shut as one of the men poked at her lips. She hadn't even had daddy go there yet so there was no way she would let these men.


A large, heavily muscled man with no visible body fat, standing over six feet tall. He has dark skin and a powerful build that enables him to easily overpower others. His personality appears to be aggressive and dominating, taking pleasure in exerting control over Alexandra. He also enjoys the suffering of his victim and shows no empathy or remorse for his actions.

Alexandra yelped at each thrust. It felt like he was punching her in the gut each time his cock rammed against her cervix. Though strangely enough the pain her walls were felling lessened as the brute of a man continued. Her pussy was clamped down on him, trying to force the intruding object out each time, but that would only serve to make her feel tighter to the man.

As for the other men, Alexandra tried to cover her chest with her hands, but they could be removed so easily it wasn't even fair to her. She'd kept her fists balled and her mouth tightly shut as one of the men poked at her lips. She hadn't even had daddy go there yet so there was no way she would let these men.

Vincent had pushed himself up on big strong arms that allowed him the greatest hip movement and so poor Alexandra could feel every inch of cock slammed into her. He was also making a great deal of noise as he felt her pussy grip him tightly and saliva dribbled from his face onto her neck and shoulders as if he was a mere animal. He then pulled out and turned her over easily onto her hands and knees making it easier for Harry to plunge his own meaty cock into her mouth and he pulled tightly on her hair when she resisted.

Vincent could feel her wet pussy but part of him thought he may have drawn a little blood from his rough fucking. A sick part of Vincent delighted in the fact that he could feel blood dripping down his balls. With each powerful stroke he slammed them against the underside of cunt. Two heavy balls that slung low and heavy.

Between his fucking and Leroy's hand that squeezed tittys and rubbed her clit it was obvious the little slut was slowly enjoying it against her will and he moaned in delight at the rhythmic squeeze her pussy kept giving him but he managed to continue to fuck her all the same.

Harry was getting close and he forced his cock deep into her throat repeatedly until he came covering her face once more in hot sticky semen. Leroy stepped up to replace Harry. She looked so sexy with her hair hanging by her face and her swinging breasts. "Come on darling. Suck on this..." He said offering her his cock. Tony the sadistic one was slapping the breasts as he jammed a third finger into her tight rear laughing the entire time...


A young man with a lean physique, evidenced by his visible biceps. He has an athletic build due to his active participation in Quidditch, and he carries a masculine scent of sweat and exertion. His eyes have a mischievous gleam, suggesting he enjoys humor. Harry is also academically inclined but struggles with certain subjects like Transfiguration. He's caring and protective towards his friends, particularly Hermione. Despite being popular among girls like Cho and Ginny, he seems oblivious to Hermione's growing affection for him. He exhibits leadership qualities as the coach of the Quidditch team and shows potential for personal growth through his college experiences.

"That's a foul!" Harry shouted, rushing towards Ginny Weasley on Firebolt. He was tired of yelling at different people the whole day. No one seemed to be taking the practice seriously. "You aren't supposed to use elbows too much, Ginny! We'll try that again." He flew towards the middle of the pitch before blowing his whistle. Hopefully, they'd have the sense to not mess up this time.

After the practice, he traipsed up the familiar path to Gryffindor tower, hoisting the broom onto his shoulder. Harry wondered whether he'd be seeing the lovebirds again. He'd prefer to not run into them if he could. Sure enough, he had barely turned the corridor when a shriek assailed his years. "Won-won!" Lavender Brown yelled, flinging herself into Ron's arms. Throwing them a nasty look, Harry pushed open the Portrait Hall, looking for his best friend.

"Hermione?" he said, finally spotting her on a nearby table. "Can you help me with some homework, please?"

Hermione looked up at Harry, pointedly ignoring Ron and Lavender as they entered behind him. She'd managed to move on from feeling jealous about it. She'd realized a while back that her feelings for Ron had been nothing more than a childhood crush. It was laughable when she really thought about it. As much as she cared for Ron as a friend, he was a bit of an idiot. He was clearly never going to amount to anything, and she had real aspirations. She wanted to change the world. Ron was going to be content with some mediocre job that went nowhere, unlike Harry...

She snapped out of that line of thought deliberately. Harry was her best friend, and he didn't feel that way about her. Who would, with girls like Cho and Ginny around? "Of course Harry, unlike some people you actually seem to appreciate my help. How was practice?" She could smell him as he sat beside her, that masculine scent of clean sweat and exertion, and the familiar scent of the boy she'd spent so much time with. It was distracting, but she had to focus.

Harry laughed as she complimented him. "Well, you're the best at schoolwork here," he said in an innocent voice, though the boy's eyes gleamed mischievously. "And it wasn't bad." He sat down couch next to her. His eyes hovered over Hermione's bushy hair, lying across her shoulders. "Ron was pretty good, actually. But others were messing things up. I guess we'd have a good Chaser during the next session." He paused. "Or at least I hope so. But now-" He stretched his arms for a moment, unknowingly exposing biceps.

He then rummaged in a bag, fishing out a few textbooks. "Do you know, I'm still having trouble believing we're officially in college now." He grinned. "It's already been eight years! Anyway-" He thumbed through a textbook. "It's Transfiguration I need help with. I don't understand this bit. How exactly do you transform a pig into-" His words were cut short as Lavender let out a giggle. "Ah. Just ignore them, you know," he muttered, turning back to Hermione.

Hermione watched Harry closely as he moved, and when he flashed his biceps, she had to consciously try not to bite her lip. His body was so lean. She nodded along as he talked about Quidditch, not really caring, but wanting to seem interested. She wasn't shocked that Harry was having trouble with transfiguration. All that talent in defense against the dark arts, and yet transfiguration had never been a strength for Harry. She would be more than happy to tutor him though, nice and close.

She was so focused on Harry that she hadn't even noticed Lavender giggling, so she blinked in confusion for a moment at Harry's comment. She looked around, then frowned as she realized what he meant, "Harry, it's fine. I told you I'm over it. Ron is my friend, and that's what he'll always be. Besides, who could ignore them? It's like a pair of blast-ended skrewts fighting when they snog."

"Well, I was just saying. I know you're upset." Harry turned slightly red. He'd never really talked to her about this before. "But you can't let him to get to you, really. He's being a git right now." Of course, they were still friends. And yet, he didn't like the way Ron was treating Hermione. He shrugged. "I don't like seeing you upset, that's all. Now, can you help me or not?" He pulled out a roll of parcement, unscrewed his ink-bottle and dipped a quill in it. He poised it on front of the material, waiting for her to dictate. He reminisced about Ron, who was also keen to take Hermione's help almost every time. He smiled slightly.

Ron was muttering something, and it was followed by a shriek of laughter. Harry's head throbbed. "Want to take a walk outside? By the lake? We can complete this there." He touched her arm.

Harry's concern for her was sweet. In fact, it made Hermione's heart flutter in a way she tried to ignore. Harry was such a kind person, and he never let her down when it truly mattered. Wait, he was asking her to walk with him by the lake? That sounded almost romantic. And then he finished with the bit about the homework, and she felt... disappointed? That was ridiculous. They were just friends. But when he touched her arm, it made her heart race.

"I think that's the only way we're going to get anything done, unfortunately. At least the weather is nice." She quickly gathered her things and left the noisy common room with Harry, eager to be away from Ron and alone with Harry. To do homework, of course.

"Well, I'm glad you agree with me," Harry smiled. He pushed open the Portrait hall, making his way down the corridor. It was teemed with students rushing around. "Do you remember, you'd brought me breakfast in our fourth year. Ron wasn't talking to me then. Of course, I doubt he's even mad at you right now. He's just-" he shook his head. Just an asshole, he was about to say. He didn't want to hurt Hermione, though. They neared the lake, shimmering brightly in the sun. He sat down on the lawn. It was more of a collapse. He was quite exhausted. "Well, then." He shoved the book into Hermione's arms, scooting a little closer. He noticed that her skin was unusually soft. Almost sensuous.

"You've got me, Hermione. I mean, not to sound crass or anything. But I just want you to know that you can talk to me whenever you want to." He cleared his throat, pulling out the parchment again. "Go ahead, won't you? I've got to complete this quickly."

Hermione followed along, listening to Harry try to soothe her about Ron. She was over it, but she was enjoying Harry's concern for her, so she said nothing. She took the book from him, noticing how close he got to her. He smelled so good. No, she needed to focus. She took the book from Harry and started looking over his work, finding mistakes that needed correcting, "Thank you Harry. You've always been such a good friend. Don't worry about Ronald. I've realized I need to move on, maybe find a different guy that will actually notice me." She glanced briefly at Harry as she said the last.

"Well, you'll find someone." Harry smiled at her, realizing that his stomach had given a jolt when she mentioned about moving on. She wasn't obsessed with him, after all. It gave him a queasy, almost satisfied feeling. "And thanks for your help." He took back the notebook. "I know he's being an asshole right now, but I hope he'd come around, you know." He was blinded by a series of emotion that left him in a heady brew. He struggled to express himself. "You deserve someone better." He slung an arm around Hermione, pulling her a little closer. He wondered whether she'd mine. They'd seldom been so class, after all.


A highly intelligent and diligent student, known for her bushy hair that falls over her shoulders. She has a strong sense of loyalty and care towards her friends, often putting their needs before her own. Despite being academically gifted, she struggles with feelings of insecurity when compared to other girls like Cho and Ginny. However, she possesses a quiet strength and resilience, as evidenced by how she handles her unrequited feelings for Ron. She's also hinted to have feelings for Harry, suggesting an underlying romantic side to her otherwise pragmatic personality.

"Well, you'll find someone." Harry smiled at her, realizing that his stomach had given a jolt when she mentioned about moving on. She wasn't obsessed with him, after all. It gave him a queasy, almost satisfied feeling. "And thanks for your help." He took back the notebook. "I know he's being an asshole right now, but I hope he'd come around, you know." He was blinded by a series of emotion that left him in a heady brew. He struggled to express himself. "You deserve someone better." He slung an arm around Hermione, pulling her a little closer. He wondered whether she'd mine. They'd seldom been so class, after all.

The way Harry had put his arm around her as he told her she deserved someone better made Hermione blush. She almost thought he was referring to himself, but that was ridiculous, right? She instinctively snuggled up to his warmth, relaxing a bit. It was time to admit to herself that she liked him, but she doubted he felt that way about her. Still, she was enjoying this closeness.

"Thank you Harry. You're right, I do deserve better. Someone smarter, kinder, braver, more handsome..." She looked up into his green eyes as she said the last.


A young girl who has just turned 16, with an innocent and shy demeanor. She is attractive and bears a strong resemblance to her mother. Her personality is gentle, curious, and somewhat timid, especially when it comes to expressing her feelings towards her father.

Eventually as her dream played out Brittany's body eventually woke her up and she found herself touch herself between her legs and it wasn't the first time that had happened either. She was lying on her side with her back facing her bedroom door. She was moaning softly as she dipped her fingers deeper into her hot core, her dream replaying in her mind. A part of Brittany felt so guilty for having these kind of thoughts and dreams about her own daddy and she even tried dating boys her own age before she decided to finish school at home over a year ago. But, no matter what no one got her attention and every time she tried her daddy would pop into her head.

Now she was lost inside her own fantasy inside her mind as she indulged in another night of self pleasure. But, soon she was startled when she heard his voice which made her gasp. She quickly hid under her covers, something she had always done since she was a little girl whenever she was in trouble or thought she was. She had no idea if he had just walked in and how much he had seen. She was now shivering under her covers, "Y-Yes d-daddy?" she asked softly as she stayed faced away, hiding.

When she finally spoke up, she was hidden under her covers which was something he was used to. It didn't surprise Alex that she couldn't look at him given the circumstance and with what she was just doing. "Listen, Pumpkin, you know I love you. I found your... journal downstairs and I saw what you've been writing about." Alex says softly as the older man put his hand on her shoulder and shook his head. "I love you Brittany, but you know having those thoughts isn't good. At least to most people." Her father continues on explaining to her what those feelings are and what makes them illegal.

"Now that I've told you the details, I know it won't change a thing in that head of yours. So tell me baby, what can daddy do to help ease your mind?" He asks her as he moves his hand from her shoulder and readjusts himself before he lay on his back on the bed next to her.

He hadn't been in her room in so long it's almost as if this was a dream for him as well. Deep down inside himself, he was having a mental battle within himself over the right thing to do. He wanted to help her and do what he could to make her move off of him but at the same time, having a young nubile woman in the house could make for ample chance to mold her into his perfect lover. Smiling, Alex knew exactly what he was going to do to this young woman and show her just how much her daddy loves her. "Now I want to know something. When did these feelings start and do you remember what happened to cause them?" He asked curiously as he rolls onto his side and pulls his daughter close to him, but not too close.

Brittany remained under the covers as he spoke and even blocked him out when he began rambling on about why it was wrong. She didn't need to hear what she already had been rattling in her head for a long time now. When he asked what could he do to help she remained silent and hidden, she had no clue how to even begin answering that question. But, when he then asked when the feelings started and how she remained frozen for a good few seconds before eventually speaking up but in a soft voice.

"I... I dunno maybe like... 6 months ago... I-I think." Brittany then slowly pulled the covers down just from over her head as she cleared her throat to continue. "U-Um a-as for how... w-well..." she swallowed a lump in her throat, luckily her position on the bed remained with her back facing him even when he moved her closer, she even trembled when he touched her which was the first time she had ever reacted like that to his touch. "I... I saw you having a late night swim when I came down for a drink in the middle of the night one time. I um... sat on the stool in the kitchen and just kind of... watched for a bit then I went back to my room before you caught me."

He was surprised when she answered him but part of him knew there was more to this story than what she was telling but he didn't want to force her to tell him anything she wasn't ready to. After she finished speaking, he looked into her eyes since she had uncovered her head and saw her clear her throat. When he touched her, he felt her tremble which made him raise an eyebrow.

Alex almost chuckled as she told him about the last time he went for a swim. It had actually been a while, so that last time might have been the start of all of this and he had no idea she was watching him, Alex liked to keep himself in shape, not for the women out there, but for himself. It kept him busy and distracted from thoughts that ran through his mind.

Ever since Brittany turned 16, Alex couldn't help but look at her in a new light. She looked so much like her mother, but she wasn't her mother which made thinking of her easier, but harder at the same time. Getting a little cold, Alex moved the blanket that rested under him and brought it over him so he now lay under the blanket with his young daughter. Scooting closer to her, he brought his hand to her shoulder and smiled.

"Even though I said it's wrong for people to feel that way, if something feels right, I'd rather be wrong one day than be right every other day of the year." He says moving his hand from her shoulder slowly grazing her skin towards her hand. "Pumpkin, the reason I say that is because you're not the only one that feels that way. I just hide it a bit more than you." Alex says with a chuckle as he grasps her hand in his and holds it tight.

Brittany felt as her daddy got under the covers next to her. The warmth of his body against hers made her tremble but only because she had only dreamed about that for quite a while. When he grabbed her hand she eventually squeezed his hand back, gently. She heard his words and that made her look surprised from his words.

"W-Wait... d-do you mean... w-what I think you mean?" she said nervously as she looked up at him. Her face was bright pink as she blushed, feeling really shy in that very moment. Brittany's heart was pounding so loud she could hear it in her ears as her body continued trembling from his touch.

As Alex laid there he felt her squeeze his hand and saw the look of surprise on her face almost like she wasn't expecting it. Well, to be honest he hid his feelings fairly well but he did drop subtle hints every now and then but apparently she never caught on so he couldn't help but chuckle. When she asked him if he meant what she thought he meant, he looked at her with a raised eyebrow and smiled.

"Let me see how to explain this better..." The older man smirked as he covered her eyes with his free hand and brought his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. Removing his hand from her eyes as he still locked his lips with hers, he breaks the kiss and looks deep and lovingly into her eyes.

"Does that tell you what you want to know?" Alex asks as he lays there on his side with his back to the window and just lay there with a smile on his face knowing deep down inside how she felt was the same as how he felt and that a weight was lifted off his shoulders and he could show her just how he felt.

Brittany was confused but almost let out a soft giggle when he covered her eyes and was about to ask why he was doing that. But, then she was taken by surprise when she suddenly felt his lips on hers, causing her to moan very softly against his lips. When he moved his hand away but continued kissing her Brittany leaned into the kiss, her body trembling from excitement. When her daddy pulled back Brittany was slightly breathless and smiled softly as he looked into her eyes, her face blushing but she didn't look away.

"I really liked that." she said softly as she then nibbled her bottom lip. "U-Um... h-how was I?" she asked regarding the kiss back.


An 34 years old man who maintains a fit and toned physique through regular exercise. He is confident and experienced but also struggles with his feelings towards his daughter. Despite being protective of her, he finds it difficult to resist the growing attraction between them and ultimately succumbs to these desires.

As Alex laid there he felt her squeeze his hand and saw the look of surprise on her face almost like she wasn't expecting it. Well, to be honest he hid his feelings fairly well but he did drop subtle hints every now and then but apparently she never caught on so he couldn't help but chuckle. When she asked him if he meant what she thought he meant, he looked at her with a raised eyebrow and smiled.

"Let me see how to explain this better..." The older man smirked as he covered her eyes with his free hand and brought his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. Removing his hand from her eyes as he still locked his lips with hers, he breaks the kiss and looks deep and lovingly into her eyes.

"Does that tell you what you want to know?" Alex asks as he lays there on his side with his back to the window and just lay there with a smile on his face knowing deep down inside how she felt was the same as how he felt and that a weight was lifted off his shoulders and he could show her just how he felt.


A sexually adventurous and open-minded woman who enjoys exploring her desires and boundaries. She has a sarcastic and playful personality, often teasing and provoking those around her. She is also physically fit and skilled in combat, having killed many enemies during her adventures.

Dax watched curiously, but as she saw the imp flicker to life, she realized, suddenly, why the house smelled like a demon's backside; the man she had slept with was a warlock. On top of that, she was now in his clutches, and at his mercy. She tensed for a moment, watching as it scrambled over to him. She had killed more than her fair share in the time she had been adventuring.

In all that time however, she had never seen what she saw now. A cock, a barbed cock, which grew out from the furry patch at its groin. She blinked, watching it, with part fascination, and part revulsion. She could smell it, even over the rest of the room, like grime and musk, dirty. Her face screwed and she was about to crack a joke, when Kellin told it to fuck her.

"Now, wait jus' a...!" Before she could get the words to leave her mouth, the creature had launched itself into the air. She tried to twist, to roll away, but it was on top of her before she could do anything about it. It was surprisingly strong, and too damn close. She snarled, but as its large, barbed member slammed into her mouth, the spines jabbed into her lips, causing her to cry out... which, in turn gave the imp the opening it needed to get the rest of the length into her gaping maw. Her eyes went wide, but it was too late. The pecker was driving back towards her throat. Grabbing the imp, she held onto it, knowing that if she pulled back the barbs would catch on the inside of her mouth. Regardless, she still needed a grip on it.

Up close, it stank even more, like the dirtiest, most rotten crotch that had ever been shoved against her. The musky smell, however, sent a warm sensation racing through her body. Her eyes pivoted, trying to look at Kellin, to see what he was doing...

The barbs of the penis were more rounded, and flabby than spiked. So when the imp began to pull back they had not dug into the skin of her mouth to cause blood. But still, his length was amazing. The length of the impish cock was enough to probably reach the back of her throat once the imp had been fully aroused. And now, it seems Kellin was also sporting a rather stiff cock as well.

"My-my, its been a while since my little imp has gotten a good fuck out. But, he cant be the only one to have fun now right?" He asked in a laughed, approaching her and kneeling down near her legs. He nearly forced them apart wide on the bed, to expose her slit now to the darkness of the room. "I wonder, if the soreness from last night has made you even more sensitive down here now?" He questioned, shoving three fingers into his mouth, fallowed by then driving the three fingers into her goblin pussy, not even an attempt at slowly building it up. All the while, the goblin continued to face-fuck her like it's life depended on it.

He was right, damn him. He was absolutely right. Dax's body had not yet fully recovered from the previous night, although a good night's sleep had given it some time to recuperate. Not enough, though. Oh no, most definitely not enough. Absolutely positively not enough. As her legs were yanked roughly apart, she could already feel her tortured pussy whimper in anticipation. There was no way to clamp them together, so she waited for the impact, and was not disappointed. Her cunt was just starting to get wet when his three fingers drove into her. Without his saliva, the pain would have been intense, but with it, the normal sensation of her tight passage being parted was merely amplified. Her entire body would jerk, simultaneously, like a marionette with a particularly sadistic puppet master.

Beyond this, she could feel the imp's cock swell in her mouth. The swollen cock head began to push through the back of her throat, and the length resting on her tongue began to be too much for her to even attempt breathing through anything but her nose. Her gag reflex was weak, but she could not help but choke. For such a tiny creature, its cock was massive, and still growing. Still! It was almost beyond belief. And even then, the imp was pulling back and slamming forward, driving the thickening length further and further into her throat. His groin smashed against her face, repeatedly, leaving it to throb. It was rough, it was very rough.

The slut within her had stirred. The more, the merrier. She could take this. She would take this. And she would enjoy the ride.

As Kellin slowly moved his fingers in and out of her sore pussy, the Imp at her face suddenly let loose a scream, giving one scream, out of nowhere, fallowed by what felt like a stream of really, really hot and thick liquids pouring down the back of her throat. The load was small, but it was mighty strong. The taste of demon cum would be different from normal human sperm. In the fact that it had a sweet taste to it, rather than salt. It almost had a magical effect too, adding a desire to those weaker willed to want more of the corrupting juice. Oh yea, it was corrupting. A fact Kellin forgot to mention. The more a mortal takes in demonic semen, the more the mortal's sexual drive will grow. The more they will desire sex, anytime, all the time.

As the Imp finished it's climax, It's eyes rolled back in it's head as it held onto her head in relaxation. But Kellin would have none of that. Removing his finger from her slit he reached up and grabbed the imp by the neck, hissing something in demonic as he tossed the imp back hard, it's member ripping out of her mouth with a few streams of cum following it. As the imp hit the back wall, it disappeared. Having been returned to it's original origin. "Well, how was that? Enjoying the taste of the demonic seed now within your belly?"

Dax coughed for several moments. She had swallowed every last drop, leaving herself momentarily out of breath. The taste of the imp's seed lingered, however, and she could not help but feel warmer and more sensitive. It was immediately noticeable as she slowly raised herself to stare at him. The slightest movement of skin against the fabric of the bed was enough to distract her, momentarily. She took a deep breath, grinning as she did so.

"It's good. Warm. Interestin'. Yah got any more?" She teased, licking her lips. Or, was she teasing? She was not entirely sure. Still, she looked at him, as if waiting for him to do something. Was he going to come in for round two, or did he have something else planned? She smirked, tilting her head to the side.

She barely felt her pussy start to leak onto the bed, she was so wet.


A sadistic and dominant warlock who takes pleasure in corrupting mortals with his demonic powers. He enjoys inflicting pain and pushing his partners to their limits, as well as introducing them to new experiences involving various creatures from other realms. Physically, he is confident and imposing.

Dax coughed for several moments. She had swallowed every last drop, leaving herself momentarily out of breath. The taste of the imp's seed lingered, however, and she could not help but feel warmer and more sensitive. It was immediately noticeable as she slowly raised herself to stare at him. The slightest movement of skin against the fabric of the bed was enough to distract her, momentarily. She took a deep breath, grinning as she did so.

"It's good. Warm. Interestin'. Yah got any more?" She teased, licking her lips. Or, was she teasing? She was not entirely sure. Still, she looked at him, as if waiting for him to do something. Was he going to come in for round two, or did he have something else planned? She smirked, tilting her head to the side.

She barely felt her pussy start to leak onto the bed, she was so wet.

Kellin grinned, these were the words he liked to hear. He had called his Imp to do just that, knowing it would only last a short while. "Oh, well if my little slut wishes it." He said sarcastically. Turning to another portal and muttering again in demonic. This time a different rune activated, and out of it came a large, hulking mass of black shadow. It had eyes, and that was all that stood out. The shadowy glob crept forward, to stand besides it's master. As Kellin turned to face the Goblin girl, he smirked and said. "I hope you're ready to reach our limits." And with that, the black mass sprouted nearly a dozen long, black and shadowy testicles. Four of which wrapped around her arms and legs, attempting to lift her into the air before the two demonic being.

"This, is where things get interesting." He said, as a fifth tentacle moved into position in front of her cunt... And another moved behind her, in position of her ass. "Have you ever been impaled by a Voidwalker before? Now mind you wont die... But you'll feel every bit of my little pet as it enters your body one way, and leaves another." He was nearly laughing like a mad-man now, as the long black appendage in front of her slit began to inch closer, and suddenly drove fast into her pussy, holding it's position.


A loving and dedicated single mother who takes care of her teenage son. She is attentive to his needs, making sure he has a good meal and emphasizes the importance of education. Despite facing challenges in their living situation, she maintains a positive attitude and tries to create a comfortable home for both of them. Her appearance may show signs of hard work, but her love for her son shines through.

Jen chuckled at him and shook her head with a smile watching him side step to his bedroom. Smiling to herself and stirred the seasoned chicken in the frying pan.

When he came up and plopped down at the bar she looked back over at him again. a frown took her lips but was soon replaced by a small smile. How she loved her boy always making things light. "Well kiddo go open a few windows again lets get some cross breeze in here so it's not as stuffy." She said "dinner should be ready in 20 mins. How was work today?" She asked

She was debating on whether or not she could afford to stay home again for a guy who may just skip out on them again. This was such a hassle. Why couldn't things just work. "Too bad we don't have a fix it man around to fix the AC for us." She said after a few moments.

"Work was work," he responded with an apathetic shrug. He hopped up and opened the few windows they had in their small apartment, one in his bedroom, one in the hallway, and another in his mother's room, all on the same side of the house. They lived on one of the top floors of their apartment building and as heat rose, it often got pretty muggy in their home. When he was younger, he remembered, it wasn't that big a deal, he would run around in just a pair of undies and mom would wear a thin robe or nightgown to keep cool. Since he had gotten older, it hadn't been a problem since they had gotten a small AC-unit for the apartment. Fidgeting in his clothes from the heat, he considered taking his shirt off, but figured it wasn't that hot in here just yet, he could wait until after dinner.

Jason sighed and frowned sympathetically at his mother, "I know, Mom... if you want maybe I could get a job as an AC guy and learn how to fix it for ya," he joked. More seriously though, he continued on, "I wish I could do more to help you, Mom. Speaking of which, is there anything you need done?"

Jen nodded as Jason spoke about work. She cooked as she listened to him. Stirring the corn and making sure the chicken breasts didn't get any hot spots on them. She tried never to serve burnt anything to her growing boy.

She chuckled at his joke. "No sweetie you're going to finish school and go to college." She told him. "You do more than enough around the house. I wish I could make it so you could just be a kid and not have to help out. But I'm thankful for the help. But don't you let your class work skip." She told him giving him more of a mocking scolding face. She couldn't really scold him, he was such a good boy.

"Well," Jason retorted, though pleasantly and in a light tone, "finishing school shouldn't be a problem, just don't forget to drop me off in the morning for the next few weeks," he finished with a playful grin. His grades had been good all year and summer vacation was just around the corner; he knew she was just saying those things because she was his mother and she thought she had to, but he almost never did anything that disappointed her—he thought she had enough to worry about just being a single mom.

As she went on, he responded, "I'm fine, Mom. Don't worry about me. I help out so much so you can get a break." He didn't want to point out the fact that she had been alone for as long as he could remember; he felt sorry that she had no one around to truly love her like all his friend's mothers, and he didn't want to bring up any unhappy feelings in her and ruin their good mood.

Despite the now-opened windows, it would still take some time before the living room cooled down, and he started to pull on his t-shirt and fan himself as he felt himself starting to sweat sitting so close to the burning stove. He glanced around for no reason in particular before before turning back to his mother and asking, "you don't mind if I take my shirt off to eat tonight, do you? It's still pretty hot in here." He took his shirt off and moved to the small couch they had in front of the living room TV and plopped down on it as he grabbed the remote and searched for something to watch.

Jen set her spoon down that she was stirring the chicken breasts with just long enough to reach a crossed the bar and ruffle his still wet hair up. "I'm your mother it's my job to worry. I can should you the card they gave me when I got you. It said worry about your child enough after they think they are grown, and make sure they grow up into good people." She smiled at him as she retrieved her spoon and returned to cooking.

She looked over at him. "Now Jason just because we don't have AC doesn't mean we lose our manners." She shook her head as she saw him already have the shirt off. "But I don't see it hurting anything just this once."

Truth was she was already sweating. Sweat dripped down the side of her face, and she could feel it tickle as it dripped down between her breasts. She fanned herself as she cook.

Finally their wonderful meal was finished. She served it on the only un-chipped plates in the house. she poured her son milk, and herself a glass of chilled whine. "Dinner's ready." She said as she sat down at the small round table that could only sit two comfortably. Which was prefect for them.

Taking his shirt off, he began to feel much cooler and more comfortable, and he relaxed again. He didn't really watch anything in particular, just flipping through the channels until dinner was served, at which point he turned the TV off and joined his mother at their cozy little table.

Eagerly digging in, finished his plate and asked for seconds before getting up and getting more. During the meal, however, he did eye his mother's chilled wine, looking quite cool and refreshing as beads of condensation formed on it. Looking at his own milk as he took a sip, he thought about adding ice to it, but he never liked it when the ice melted and made the milk taste, well, watered down. Frowning unconsciously, he thought little more of it and finished his second plate before leaning back and rubbing his stomach with a contented sigh and smile. "Mm, that was good. I like that new recipe."

Finally, he stood up and brought his plate to the sink, offering to do the same with his mother's plate if she was finished. Next he went back to the TV and grabbed the remote, before thinking twice and looking up. "You wanna' watch something, Mom?"

Jen smiled at his words. "Good, I'll be sure to remember that one." She sipped her whine. "Did you get all your homework done?" She asked. When she finished her meal she allowed him to take her dish to the spink. Then she got up from the table.

"No sweetheart, I'm going to take a shower, if you could please do the dishes, and make sure all your homework is done." She smiled and kissed the top of his head as she walked by him on her way to the bathroom.


A teenage boy who is considerate and respectful towards his mother. He is helpful around the house, taking care of chores and making sure his homework is done. Despite being a typical teenager who may occasionally seek independence or act cool in public, he genuinely cares for his mother and wants to make her life easier.

Jen smiled at his words. "Good, I'll be sure to remember that one." She sipped her whine. "Did you get all your homework done?" She asked. When she finished her meal she allowed him to take her dish to the spink. Then she got up from the table.

"No sweetheart, I'm going to take a shower, if you could please do the dishes, and make sure all your homework is done." She smiled and kissed the top of his head as she walked by him on her way to the bathroom.

"Yeah, my homework's done, Mom," he responded like most teenager's would. He didn't mind as his mother kissed him on the top of the head, but in public he would have rolled his eyes and made some sarcastic comment, just to prove to others how cool he was.

With nothing on the television at the moment, he sighed and figured he might as well get the dishes out of the way now. He got up and went to the sink, turning on the water and gathering up the few dishes it had taken to prepare and serve their meal, and starting to wash them.


A human who finds himself in situations that are beyond his control. His reactions suggest he's more timid and anxious, especially when compared to Marcus. He tends to blush and stutter when nervous or embarrassed, implying a somewhat shy demeanor. Despite his initial fear and discomfort with the unusual situation, he demonstrates resilience by adapting to his predicament over time. His willingness to negotiate with Marcus also hints at an underlying practicality and adaptability. He is small enough to fit within Marcus's belly comfortably yet large enough to create noticeable bulges on the exterior.

Ryan could feel Marcus grabbing the sides of his belly which effectively stopped him from struggling further. The belly walls shuddered and Ryan found himself pressed against the belly walls, completely unaware of how his devious and handsome predator was checking himself out in a mirror with such a magnificent bulge like Ryan. "N-no, I didn't! I didn't sleep at all!" Ryan lied obviously in hopes of to ensure that his predator would not be aware of how much he subconsciously likes to be in such a warm, gurgling gut.

Of course, Ryan himself doesn't know that! He shifted his head up excitedly as Marcus suggested on throwing him up. "W-wait? Really?" Immediately, he paused and stayed still, only his breathing would pressed his chest and abdomen against the belly walls, slowly moving up and down... "You g-gotta try Marcus!" He pleaded as he thought being stuck in Marcus's belly was really scary but... A part of him did tell him to treat it like a vacation. It felt like a warm sauna in there after all~.

"You're a bad liar... uh, jeez, you know what? I can't even remember your name..." Marcus remarked as he went into the bathroom. Just for the act, he went and leaned over the bath, crouching down, meaning his body kind of closed in around his outwardly-bulged gut. "Okay, let's give this ago..." Marcus remarked, before he started to heave, confident that he really wasn't able to bring Ryan back up.

Inside, Ryan was practically thrown to the top of the stomach, to the small little crevice that was between the stomach and the esophagus of the shark... and, unfortunately for Ryan, the hole refused to stretch. No matter how hard Marcus heaved and no matter how firmly Ryan was forced against the bottom of the gullet, he didn't go anywhere.

After a few minutes, Marcus sat back and panted, out of breath, and wiped some sweat from his forehead. "...it's no good, buddy, the only way you're getting out of there is if I digest you, I think... want me to try that?" He offered, a mischievous smirk on his face as he waited for Ryan's likely frantic reaction.

Ryan frowned and blushed. He was a very bad liar indeed and he shook his head in embarrassment. "H-hey, it's Ryan!" He said with a low grunt while Marcus went to the bathroom with his extended belly containing his delectable human prey. Ryan was once again shifted around within such a slick gut as the shark crouched down. It felt like his entire form was being hugged by Marcus's body which only made him blushed. Ryan felt his excitement and relief flooding his body as the stomach grumbled and heaved to push him up!

Though, disappointment. His head simply couldn't go through the sphincter. He shook his head, realizing how close he is to escape but it seems the shark's belly demanded he stay within it, being close to such warm belly walls. No matter how many times, even to the point where Ryan tried to crawl up, the sphincter won't open at all! Even he got tired as he panted, his chest and abdomen rising up with Marcus's own pants.

Buddy? He's calling him buddy now after he made food out of him? "W-what? Buddy? You made food out of me! Also, you gotta try! I c-can't just be in here forever! Y-you can't carry me for 5 years!" Ryan protested though he widened his eyes in shock and immediately considered back the alternative. "Ok w-w-wait! Digestion is out of the question!" He quickly yelled and squirmed for a bit, his hands and face appearing before he seemed to cling on to the shark's belly walls, not wanting to let go!

Marcus leaned back and bit his lip, delighting in the feel of his prey squirming inside of him. Normally, perhaps Marcus may have been more sympathetic, but he was just enjoying these sensations so much, he couldn't get enough of them. "Well, I can call you 'Food' instead of 'Buddy' if that's what you want?" Marcus teased with a smirk, as he started to push himself back to his feet again. "Look, face it, buddy... I mean, food" He said, face splitting into a grin.

"...for now, we're stuck with each other, which means you're stuck in there... kicking and screaming and begging isn't going to change that, although it does feel pretty good, I have to admit" He said with a chuckle, giving his belly a rub on the side with one hand before returning to his bedroom to carry on getting dressed. "Now, do you want some breakfast, or are you going to keep complaining?" Marcus asked his belly, giving it a poke with his finger.

Meanwhile, Ryan himself wasn't aware that his squirms and struggles practically did nothing other than to pleasure his predator. Though, he was panicking and seemed to realize that he may be stuck within a shark's belly for some good time... Upon hearing the shark's next suggestion, he shook his head frantically, the prominent bulge of his face can be seen moving from side to side on the shark's yellow gut. "N-no... buddy is fine." He said lowly, knowing that at least he would have some dignity being referred as to something other than food. Maybe, he should... try to get on the shark's good side? He decided to comply, nodding slowly as he slowly shift within his fleshy new home to get a good spot. He bounced a bit at first upon feeling the shark rubbing him but.. It felt rather tender to him for some reason. "I.. Guess I am stuck in here.. Y-you're not going to hurt me, yes?" He asked lowly before nodding his head. "A little.. Hungry I guess?" Though he wondered how is Marcus gonna feed him in there!

"Hurt you? Of course not!" Marcus told him, shaking his head even though Ryan couldn't see it. "I don't think anything can even hurt you in there anyway, my skin's pretty tough and I'm sure my insides are pretty squishy... let's just check it out"

With that, Marcus grabbed his stomach on both sides, and shook his belly, like it was a magic eight ball. It could be heard grumbling and sloshing, and Ryan was certainly jostled and shaken rather roughly, but it was more like a fierce vibration feeling than any sort of physical pain... It might not have been entirely comfortable, but it didn't hurt.

Ryan glanced up as he heard the shark's surprise exclaim. He really doesn't mean to to hurt him? His head-shaking did cause the shark's belly to sway from side-to-side, causing Ryan to let out a small gasp as he was tossed along with the swaying of the shark's handsome belly. Feeling a little reassured now though, Ryan still couldn't help but feel as if the shark is out to get him. Though, he had to endure his humiliating teases!

"Really? I g-guess I can tru—w-what are you doing!" Ryan widened his eyes in surprise as the shark suddenly grabbed his taut, giant belly!

Immediately, Ryan felt like he was being carried lovingly by his shark predator not before he was met with sudden shaking which caused him to be tossed about even faster and further within Marcus's belly, all sorts of lovely bulges appearing on the shark's smooth bump! The belly noises were overwhelming to Ryan as he could hear them everywhere. Though, he expected to be thrashed about but it was a rather tight and violent vibration which kneaded his weary body. If anything, he groaned for a bit as he vibrated along with the belly, with him pressing his feet against the lower part of the shark's belly!

"Well, you don't seem to be screaming in agony, so you must be alright" Marcus remarked, stopping the aggressive shaking of his orb-like middle. He glanced over to his bed, and his face split into a grin... which would have been even more unsettling since he was a shark with many, many teeth. "Let's just try one more test, okay?" Marcus said. Before Ryan could protest, Marcus had jumped up. He was jumping, front first onto his bed. The impact of his stomach on his bed was no different to a firm pat against the belly, since Ryan was so tightly locked beneath the skin with little room to move. He certainly felt the shifts in gravity as Marcus actually bounced on the bed before landing once again, keeping himself pressed down against his belly.

"How's that? How do you feel?" Marcus questioned, as he lay down on his belly with all his weight atop it. If anything, it felt just like a rather tight, slightly heavy embrace wrapping around the human... it seemed even if the shark was trying to be abusive to his occupant, he was entirely safe from harm.

That was true. Whatever acid and stomach juices that's pooling at the bottom of the shark's belly doesn't seem to be hurting him one bit! Though the aggressive shaking felt almost like one big washing machine within, thrashing and tossing the human against the shark's tight belly walls before finally settling down for a bit, giving the human a chance to relax. Sighing, he wanted to protest but he felt his entire world turning upside down when the shark suddenly jumped! Letting out a gasp, Ryan felt the rather firm impact as the shark crashed his belly against the bed, fortunately the bell walls acting like some fleshy cushions to soften the impact though the shark would catch the human's face being pushed against at the upper part of his belly, til he could see his imprints.

He closed his eyes, squirming about lightly as Marcus kept bouncing on the bed almost like the shark is teasing him greatly. Eventually, he felt the shark relaxing on top of him, his space getting as tight as ever as he continued to struggle about. It got to the point where.. He somewhat enjoyed the feel of something tight and warm embracing around him! Though he didn't want the shark to know that at all!

"It d-didn't work! I'm still in the same sp-spot as ever, Marcus.. I don't think its possible." He sighed lowly, wondering now if he's really fated to be this shark's belly as he lay against the belly walls.. It really does feel nice if he could stop thinking about his fears.

Marcus gave a smirk down to his belly, before finally rolling onto his back, freeing Ryan from the pressure of his weight atop him. "Well, at least we know you're completely safe in there, nothing done to my stomach seems to have done any damage to you... So look on the bright side, at least nothing can hurt you anymore!" Marcus said, chuckling as he rubbed his belly with one hand. He rolled his head to look over at his clock, and gave a sigh, before he pushed himself to his feet.

"Well, Ryan, I can't keep doing this all morning, I have to go to work" He told the human in his belly, smiling widely as he got his clothes together. "So you may as well get comfortable, you're gonna be in there for at least another day" Marcus informed him, as tried putting his underwear and pants on, which was a new struggle, reaching around his now big, swollen belly. "Huff... gonna have to get used to that..." Marcus murmured, after finally getting his blank pants belted up beneath his belly. "...Think I'll have to buy some new clothes after work, Ryan, you're really stretching my stuff here" Marcus told him, pulling his white dress-shirt on, and starting to button it from the top.

Ryan let out a small yelp as his fleshy world shifted again, causing a face bulge to appear at the side of the shark's belly during his roll. Soon, he came to a resting position right on top of the shark's form, covered in his golden, distorted scales. Ryan could only groan back in response upon hearing that, though he's not wrong at all. His fleshy surroundings haven't done much to cause any form of pain to his body. He felt his back being rubbed, no doubt the shark seemed to be really enjoying his presence in his gut.

His head shifted up upon hearing that. "Wait, work? With me in your gut? W-what would your colleagues would say?" He asked, getting a tad bit shy that Marcus has no issue being in public with such a hefty gut full of him! What if someone he knew before finds out that he's shark food for a long, long time?

"There's no way you could be carrying me like this all the way!" He wondered on how the shark would have to adjust now to this new kind of living, especially with a big gut to do his daily activities. Suddenly, he felt the belly walls getting tighter on his form as he squirmed lightly,feeling the shark putting on his underwear and pants. He could only imagine the size of the belly he was giving this lemon shark after he told him about getting new clothes. Soon, he leaned forward and placed his head on those tight belly walls. "Y-yeah, I guess. It's really tight in here with your.. Clothes you're wearing now!"


A Lemon Shark anthro, suggesting he possesses characteristics of both a human and a shark. He has golden-yellow scales, indicative of his lemon shark heritage, and stands upright in a humanoid fashion. He's charmingly mischievous with an adventurous streak, often seen smirking or chuckling at the circumstances he finds himself in. Marcus exudes confidence and enjoys teasing others, particularly his unwilling guest Ryan. Despite his playful demeanor, there's an underlying cunningness that hints at his ability to manipulate situations to his liking. His casual acceptance of unusual situations shows an adaptable personality with high resilience.

Ryan let out a small yelp as his fleshy world shifted again, causing a face bulge to appear at the side of the shark's belly during his roll. Soon, he came to a resting position right on top of the shark's form, covered in his golden, distorted scales. Ryan could only groan back in response upon hearing that, though he's not wrong at all. His fleshy surroundings haven't done much to cause any form of pain to his body. He felt his back being rubbed, no doubt the shark seemed to be really enjoying his presence in his gut.

His head shifted up upon hearing that. "Wait, work? With me in your gut? W-what would your colleagues would say?" He asked, getting a tad bit shy that Marcus has no issue being in public with such a hefty gut full of him! What if someone he knew before finds out that he's shark food for a long, long time?

"There's no way you could be carrying me like this all the way!" He wondered on how the shark would have to adjust now to this new kind of living, especially with a big gut to do his daily activities. Suddenly, he felt the belly walls getting tighter on his form as he squirmed lightly,feeling the shark putting on his underwear and pants. He could only imagine the size of the belly he was giving this lemon shark after he told him about getting new clothes. Soon, he leaned forward and placed his head on those tight belly walls. "Y-yeah, I guess. It's really tight in here with your.. Clothes you're wearing now!"

"Oh, don't worry about me, I've already had an idea about how to explain all this" Marcus assured him, patting the side of his stomach once again. "See, Sharks can reproduce asexually, you know? Rarely, but it happens... I just say, I was a volunteer to see if male sharks have a pregnancy, which is clearly a yes, and bam! There's my explanation... to why I'm going to carry you like this allll day" Marcus said, chuckling. "But first..." He began, before he let out a little burp, just tighten his belly a little, and then sucked his stomach in whilst he tried to button up his top over his stomach. Once he managed to get all his buttons done, he slowly exhaled.

The bottom button popped, and the one above it, leaving the bottom and some of the front of his stomach exposed. "Well, hope you're comfy, Ryan, because until I get some... I don't know, maternity gear or something, this is how snug it'll have to be for now" Marcus told him, walking over to his bathroom so he could put on his tie, looking at himself in the mirror. "Try not to move about too much, just for my clothes sake... oh, and try to keep quiet once we're outside. You're going to be my preggo belly, after all..." Marcus said, chuckling to himself at the idea. He looked down at his outstretched abdomen, and put his hands on either side of it, smile quickly turning to a grin. "I think pregnancy looks good on me... thanks, Ryan" He said with a chuckle.


An 18 years old girl who recently finished high school. She got invited to come to watch her uncle's large estate in Scotland while her uncle is on safari in Africa. She carries an air of innocence and curiosity. She has a tendency to blush easily and giggle, suggesting a somewhat shy or reserved nature. Despite this, she is also adventurous and open-minded as evidenced by her willingness to engage with the unknown. Her attire consists of a satin robe and nightgown of the same color and material which suggests that she values comfort but also has an appreciation for elegance. She is inexperienced but not naive, often questioning Damien's intentions while still showing interest in him.

Tori continued her honesty even though she wasn't forced to do so this time. "I have never slept with anyone after just meeting them." She turned towards him though her eyes dropped to the floor for a moment before finally raising to meet his. "I... Don't know how to go about this." Which was true, as well. The two boys she had slept with in high school had both been long term boyfriends. (Or at least, long term for a high-schooler, which was 6 or more months).

"I don't even really know you." She said though it was more inquisitive than accusatory. Never had she had sex just to have sex. It was always the next step in a relationship that came naturally and even with all of her doubts, she couldn't help but feel attracted to the Incubus. For the first time, she wondered if he had any sort of powers that were at work on her because she had never felt lust so vividly.

Damien smiled. "I understand, humans often have that issue" he said. He floated and thought for a moment. She heard him say she didn't really know him and it sparked an idea. "Well I am 621 years old, even though I don't appear so. If you truly need to know me I am ready for any questions you may have." he said. He felt some skepticism return in her and had to think quickly. "I assure you, I cannot make you attracted to me, but I can make telepathic suggestions to your thoughts." he said.

He knew she would be slightly angry at him for messing with her thoughts. He didn't influence her though as he knew she would figure it out if he did. "I'm sorry for not telling you earlier but I only used it to make sure you kept one-hundred percent honest with me" he said. He crossed his arms and continued to float in front of her.

Tori looked skeptically at Damien and stayed silent for awhile before finally speaking again. "What are you looking for, exactly?" She had been honest with him so she was hoping that he would be honest with her in return. Moving across the carpeted floor, she wandered over to her bed and sat down on the edge of it, her robe parting slightly to reveal the nightgown beneath of the same color and material. "And why did the demon hunter trap you in a book? Were you a threat to anyone back then?"

The storm was still raging outside of the mansion, making sure that the only noises that reached anyone's ears were the voices in their own rooms. It was probably around midnight meaning that the tour had taken an hour or so to complete and it was still quite a ways until dawn.

Damien smiled at her questions. "Well seeing as I find you attractive and you find myself as such, I figured it was logical. You see as an incubus, the more pleasure I absorb the more powerful I can become and the longer I can live. So for you it would be for sheer enjoyment, as for me it's a matter of survival" he said, pausing to watch her walk to the bed. "Well I slept with the woman that happened to be his wife and in turn he caught us, trapping me in the book. What became of his wife I'm unsure. A threat only to his marriage" he said chuckling at the end.

"I hope you find things clearer now" he said as he floated over towards her. He dropped to the ground and walked along the carpet, stopping a few feet from her. "Is there anything else?" he asked. He looked around the bedroom before noticing her robe had parted slightly. He looked over her body, from that distance he noticed her figure as she sat looking back at him. "Is there anything else?" he asked.

Tori shook her head, still studying him with curious eyes. "No, I don't think so..." she trailed off as she watched Damien look over her body. Another soft blush crept across her cheeks and she willed herself to stop being such a prude. Here was a delectable mandemon willing to give her the night of her life and she was sitting here blushing and giggling like a school girl.

Still, she had been raised to take her time with such things and it was hard to overcome a lifetime of training in a single night.

Damien nodded as her response. He walked closer and looked at her. "Have you accepted or denied my offer?" he asked in a calm, yet stern voice. He looked her in the eyes but didn't use his powers this time. "I promise you will enjoy it" he said with a sincere smile.

Even though she would become addicted to the pleasure and to him, he only wanted to give her a reward for freeing him and it was the best thing he could think of. He sat on the edge of the bed with her, looking her over again. He didn't hide when he checked her out, he was quite obvious when he did it. He awaited her reply, ready for either outcome.

You only live once... the teenager thought as she dragged her lower lip between her teeth as she studied him what seemed like the hundredth time and simply nodded in response. Then, tentatively, as if she was still questioning her decision, Tori reached out and ran her hand over the side of his bare torso. His invisible wings had startled her so she didn't want anything other surprises. It was almost as if she was testing his form to see if he felt as human as he looked.

Damien smiled wide as she nodded. He felt her touch him and nodded back. "Very good" he said. He placed his own hand on top of hers. He pulled her close and looked into her eyes, he didn't use his powers as they were not needed. "Have you any requests?" he asked. His hands roamed down her back and to her hips. His voice was different now, deeper and a bit more seductive. "I'll be gentle or rough, but it's up to you, Tori" he said with a grin.

Tori's mind blanked slightly at the feel of his hands skimming her body with only the two thin layers of satin between them. Wondering, for just a moment, if he was using magic on her yet again but he had promised that it was only to influence her to speak the truth and not to react to him the way she did. "I..." she paused, thought of her options and shook her head as she allowed her gaze to drift down over him once more. "I don't care." She said quite honestly and before her mind could catch up with her reaction to him, she had leaned forward and captured his mouth with her own.

She was surprised to feel such heat in a single kiss and she wondered once again if it was his demonic lineage that caused her to react this way. Still, at the moment, she didn't seem to care either because instead of pulling back or flinching away, she sank deeper into the kiss as her hand roamed up over his muscular arm and around to curve against the back of his neck.

Damien nodded when she said she didn't care. He didn't expect her next move but enjoyed it nonetheless. He returned her kiss, pulling her close to him. He felt her hand roam and he rubbed from her hips to her sides as she deepened their kiss. He was set like a predator on its prey with the jungle becoming her bedroom. He tugged open the tie to her robe as he worked his tongue into her mouth. This alone had helped gain back some of his old strength and boy would he need it tonight.

Tori purred against the incubus' lips. It had been quite awhile since she had any fun and as soon as he deepened their kiss it was like awakening a sleeping beast. Heat filled her very core and she allowed her hands to roam over his body, sliding over his muscled torso then up across his collarbone to curve behind his neck. One hand reached back, checking to make sure they were still on the bed since her sense of direction was shot all to hell and she pressed her palm into the mattress, pulling herself further onto the bed as she dragged him with her.

Breaking the kiss briefly, she tilted her head back and allowed a quiet noise to escape her lips before moving her mouth forward and pressing it against his neck. Trailing feather-light kisses along his shoulder, her fingertips curled beneath the thin sheet that hid the rest of his body from view, teasing the flesh beneath for a brief second.


A once famed incubus that seduces women and demonesses alike. He is the definition of a ladies man, on earth or in the nether world. Sadly, centuries earlier he was captured within a book by an a demon hunter. Imprisonment left him weak and ugly. His powers barely disguising his true demon form. Currently 621 years old. He is quite confident, seductive and straightforward in expressing his desires. While he does have telepathic abilities which he can use to influence thoughts, he values honesty and consent in his interactions. Despite having a calm demeanor most of the time, there's an underlying predatory nature that becomes more prominent during intimate situations.

Tori purred against the incubus' lips. It had been quite awhile since she had any fun and as soon as he deepened their kiss it was like awakening a sleeping beast. Heat filled her very core and she allowed her hands to roam over his body, sliding over his muscled torso then up across his collarbone to curve behind his neck. One hand reached back, checking to make sure they were still on the bed since her sense of direction was shot all to hell and she pressed her palm into the mattress, pulling herself further onto the bed as she dragged him with her.

Breaking the kiss briefly, she tilted her head back and allowed a quiet noise to escape her lips before moving her mouth forward and pressing it against his neck. Trailing feather-light kisses along his shoulder, her fingertips curled beneath the thin sheet that hid the rest of his body from view, teasing the flesh beneath for a brief second.

Damien smiled as they made their way on the bed, liking the exploring she was doing. Once the kid broke he looked down at her, feeling the kisses trail along his tan skin. "What a joy it is, to please such a lovely beautiful woman" he said, his hands wandering to her breasts. He rubbed them softly before sliding a hand down her body and to the bottom of her gown.

He slowly lifted it, looking to her as if to ask her if it was OK. His other hand pulling off her robe. He knew she wasn't a virgin and grinned because of it. He enjoyed non-virgins as they didn't feel the pain once he broke them in. He stopped pulling on her gown and rubbed her thigh, his eyes looking like the eyes of a curious puppy.


A woman of captivating presence with dark hair and an intense gaze. Her confident style is further accentified by her painted lips that often curve into a crooked smile. She has a sharp eye for detail, able to scrutinize others in a languid yet observant manner. Despite her exterior charm, she exhibits signs of impatience towards incompetence and prefers employees who show initiative and competence. Her interactions hint at an underlying predatory nature, viewing others as potential tools rather than equals. She also appears to be technologically conservative, preferring traditional methods over digital advancements when it comes to administrative tasks.

A feminine voice broke through the silence of the room. She hadn't even knocked. Melantha turned slowly, eyes immediately drifting down to the low cut of her dress that hinted at supple cleavage. "The right stuff," she echoed, eyes slowly dragging up to the girl's. So she was a student. A perky little thing. How long would she last? Days? Weeks? She smiled, a crooked line drawn across her painted lips. "Don't make promises you can't keep, my dear. We're all late sometimes." She gestured to the two seats in front of her desk, each angled slightly inward to face her. "Please, take a seat."

Melantha let her elbows rest on her desk, her chin resting lightly in her palm. "Tell me about yourself—" her eyes drifted to the portfolio on her desk "—Elizabeth. You'll have to remind me which school you come from. I only got a moment to glance at your portfolio." It had taken her two minutes and thirty-three seconds to read over the papers, but the sweet little thing didn't need to know that. She wanted to see if the woman would rise to the questions or if she'd shy away.

Thankfully it didn't seem that her new boss was all that angry with her, at least not outwardly so. Perhaps she was cursing her in her head at this very moment, but she wasn't showing it so Elizabeth did not muster up much care. She moved gracefully over to the chair she was instructed to sit in and crossed one toned, pale leg over the other, placing her hands neatly on her lap after setting her packet in the other empty chair beside her. "I'll keep that in mind," Lizzie said and then waited for her to continue the conversation. It took little time and she was quick to ask her to talk about herself. It wasn't exactly something that she loved to do, but she wasn't entirely put off by the idea.

"Certainly," She nodded, thinking a moment before her icy blue eyes went back to hers. Her eyes scanned over the woman before her and she found herself attracted to her confident style. Something about her dark hair and intense gaze drew her in. She was looking forward to getting to know this woman more, especially if that meant she could borrow an outfit or two. Though that was probably wishful thinking.

"I attend RHU, the main college here in Ravens Hollow, I am majoring in business and minoring in music." She explained, keeping her words short and to the point as her boss did not seem like the type of woman who wanted her to go on about herself endlessly. "I moved here a few years back from a small town in California, I'm an only child, and my widowed mom is back in our home state," She shrugged a little lightly. "Beyond that, I'm not sure what else you'd like to know? Do you have any specific questions you'd like answers to?" She asked curiously, quirking her brow. Of course, she had entirely left out anything to do with the fact that she spent most of her free time slaying vampires.

Melantha's eyes dragged to the silent clock ticking on the wall behind Elizabeth. Eighteen seconds. Her explanation had been somewhat informative and straight to the point. "Minoring in music," she said, words languid as she looked over the woman's proud bone structure. Lower, she traced the sweeping bow of her upper lip. The rich hue of her lipstick stood in stark contrast to her pale, almost snowy skin.

Blood would look good on her.

"Well, for one," she straightened, lifting her head off her knitted hands, "I'd like to know if you've ever done something similar to this. Recently, I've had an issue with incompetence. As pretty as you are, I need someone who has a good head on their shoulders. Your portfolio said you had prior experience, but you looked about ready to throw up when Steph handed you that packet." She waved a hand at the papers that had disappeared past her line of sight on the other seat. Melantha didn't wait for the woman's answer as she continued on, already deciding that Elizabeth didn't have enough experience for her to not want to take her to the Undercity. "Brad will be your trainer. He's stepped in as my assistant since the last one quit. He'll teach you all to need to know."

Already, she found herself growing bored with such simplicities. "Any questions for me, Miss Winters?" Hopefully, Brad would be up to the task instead of trying to drown himself in a mug full of bourbon and coffee. Nasty little concoction.

Elizabeth stared at the woman in red, nodding her head as she asked a logical question of her. "Yes. Plenty. This would be my third executive assistant position," In truth, she had only just moved here months prior. Before she had known she was the Slayer she had been in her hometown, serving the higher-ups and suits in the high-rises of her community. This was not at all her first time in a corporate office and the ease and confidence with which she sat before her new boss made that clear. She had always been good at this line of work, but that didn't mean she loved it. When finally quitting to be the Slayer full time she had expected to never come back, yet here she was, feigning receptionist in the making.

It made the blonde smile a dazzling smile as her new boss called her out for looking distasteful of the paperwork she'd been handed. That was the worst part of these kinds of jobs, paperwork. "Not sick, per see, Ma'am, but rather... surprised?" She said, looking up and off to the right in thought for a moment. "I would have thought a company like Bane would have streamlined such things and employee packets and what not. So I was surprised to see the textbook-sized packet I was given," She shrugged and then smiled again, looking back at her new employer.

She stood when she asked her about her own questions and Elizabeth shook her head lightly, "Only one, really. What would you prefer I address you as? Otherwise, I'm sure to find that Brad will provide me with access to everything else I need to know," She was ready to shake the other female's hand and make her exit once her one simple question had been answered.

Eight perfect teeth gleamed at Melantha, a stunning display that contrasted the stain of her crimson lips. With her fingers clasped, her thumb brushed against the side of her forefinger, imagining the way the woman's velvet bottom lip might feel against her touch. Her gaze was languid as it drifted up, catching the woman glancing off. "We like our employees to sign with a pen, not with a click," she said simply. Ethel, bless her soul, had thrown a fit when Melantha suggested they move their filing system online. The old crone wouldn't hear a word of it, and much to everyone's surprise, Melantha had relented and told her they'd switch over in a year, plenty of time for Ethel to have a team develop a program to her liking.

An elegant brow arched as Elizabeth stood. She hadn't dismissed her. "Miss Markov is just fine," she said, stilling the subtle rub of her thumb against her hand. "Steph will take you down to his office." Melantha straightened and waved her hand dismissively. "He'll hear any of your complaints and questions."

She turned to her computer, pulling up the email she'd been reading before her brief meeting with Elizabeth. Though when the girl turned to leave, she watched the sway of her hips as she slipped out of her office. If she was, in fact, incumbent, she could hire another assistant to do anything of importance. She found that the intern amused her in some odd, human way.