An 11-year-old boy who, despite his young age, exhibits a level of maturity and curiosity that goes beyond his years. He's adventurous and open-minded, unafraid to explore new experiences. He's in the early stages of puberty with changes in voice register. Eric also seems to be quite perceptive and observant, able to gauge Jessi's reactions and preferences effectively during their intimate interactions.

A giggle came from Jessi, followed by a long, joyful groan as she felt her brother's hands play with her tender spots. She couldn't help it; it was just so nice and warm and good, it sent waves of goosebumps over her skin. She pushed against him, softly, moving her body against his, one hand circling around, reaching back and dancing over the inside of his thigh leg. "Well... there was this one time...," she began to explain with a sensual, smoky voice. "We were in the back of a car... in the garage... aaaaand... It was some twisting, but he managed to get between my legs... his hands under my legs... and then... thrusting into me... slowly... sensually... kissing me... playing with my nipples..."

Eric gave Jessi's nipples a firm tweak when she said that, as he kissed the back of her neck and breathed in deeply, taking her scent; perfume, and shampoo, and the lingering metallic smell of her hair dye. His grinding shaft began moving slowly lower, from the small of her back, to the cleft of her well-shaped ass. He was instinctively searching for her opening, trying to satisfy their mutual lust. "Is that how you like it then?" he asked. "nice and slow? I would have figured you like it more... I don't know, wild and crazy."

A loud moan came from Jessi before she could stop herself, before she could bite down on her lips to keep herself from moaning. But then she remembered that they were all alone in the cabin; it didn't matter if she moans or screams or yells at him; no one would care. A shudder of goosebumps ran over her skin and then, taking a decision, she twisted in front of her brother, giving him a saucy smirk. Their faces were close to one another, her breath hot on his skin and his on hers. One hand of her slid down between his legs, the other around his body, to his butt, groping and fondling it. "Do you want it that way? Wild and crazy? Do you want me to yell your name as you fuck me? As you fuck your own sister? Do you want to bang me like some kind of whore, huh?"

Her smirk became a lewd, perverted smile, and then she suddenly kissed him again, hungrily, demanding, and pushing her body against his.

A look of shock came across Eric's face, at his sister's sudden, aggressive move. In her sexual hunger, she'd pounced on him like a tiger, and he'd been caught completely unaware. He was having a hard time fully processing what she had said to him, and the pleasure of her hand fondling his sack and stroking his shaft wasn't making things any easier. Finally, without fully understanding what she'd said, Eric looked into Jessi's eyes and simply nodded, while licking his suddenly dry lips. "I... I guess so," he croaked in a parched horse whisper before she pulled him into a rough, passionate kiss.

With that, his body took over, and he began thrusting into Jessi's hand, as his tongue darted into her mouth, to dance with her, his hand grabbing her by the hips, pulling the two of them closer together. Felling giddy with the sudden rush of what was happening, Eric began kissing his way to Jessi's ear. "What about you?" he whispered as he gently bit and sucked on her ear lobe, "How dirty of a girl can you be? You've already used your mouth to get me off; are you going to let me fill you up now; or maybe you'd even let me role you over, and put it in your butt; and what if I decided to be mean, and stole your pills and hidden them, what would you do then? Exactly how much of the bad girl look you put up real, and how much is just acting the part?"

A throaty moan came from Jessi as her brother kissed his way to her ear, his hands fondling her and sending shivers of excitement and joy across her body, goosebumps covering her skin. Her hand was still playing with his meat-rod, wanking it off slightly, working up and down his length and playing with his balls now and then, while her other hand slid upwards and pulled him even closer. He was able to feel her pointed, hardened nipples against his skin, as she let herself sink down and pulled him with her, thus lying under him.

"We'll see...," she said with a giggle and another smirk, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Let's find out. Just fill me up, little brother. Let's fuck like animals. And about my butt..." The smirk turned even more saucy. "We'll see later. Perhaps."

Eric grinned as he sank into his sister; the sensation was incredible, even better than her mouth. If this hadn't been his second go in less than an hour, he might have finished as soon as he started. As it was, Jessi's earlier work had been enough to take the edge off. Hungrily, his mouth moved from one hardening nipple to the other, kissing, sucking, even biting them. His hands went to her waist, pulling himself into her as hard as he could, in a slow rhythmic pounding, trying to get as deep into her as he could. "How do you like this?" he asked, his changing voice slipping into a deep, throaty rumble on the last words, "Is this how you want it?"

"Hmmmmm... yeeess..." A long, drawn out moan came from Jessi as she felt him beginning to rhythmically pound into her. Her legs, as if on instinct, wrapped themselves around his waist and closed at his butt, locking him in. Beneath Eric, his sister twisted and turned slightly, moving with him, wiggling her body in desire and joy. Her hands went to his back, and one found the way to his hair, pushing his head down slightly, gripping his hair and pushing her teenage tits towards his mouth, as if demanding that he plays with them. Her back arched slightly as the dick of Eric slid in and out of his sister's wet pussy, filling her up just the right amount.

"Ohhh fuck yes... I loooove my little brother fucking me... god, fuck yes..."

Eric pressed against Jessi hard, grinding into her with a slow, circular motion, as he was held firmly in place by his sister's legs wrapped around him. His hands moved from her hips to her breasts, kneading them roughly in the palm of his hands. "You really are a dirty girl, aren't you?" he teased, his voice returning to its normal register. "The more nasty and pervy something is, the more you like it, huh?" he asked as he leaned in and kissed her neck just below her ear.

"So come on, tell me all the pervy things you want to do, and all the nasty, dirty things you want to do. Maybe I can even do some of those things for you, or should I say it to you? After all, there's not much to do here, and who knows when Mom and Dad will get back with the road closed..." Eric whispered with a grin, as he flexed muscles he barely knew he had, causing his cock to throb and pulse inside her.

A moan came from Jessi as she felt her brother's dick inside her sort of jump, making her shiver and groan in delight, before she gave him a saucy smirk. Her hands were roaming his body, grasping his hair, scratching his back, and her body was moving under Eric, moving in concert with him, her legs pulling him in again and again as he drove into her, always making her shudder and moan like a perverted, dirty whore. "Fuck, my brother... hmm... is such a perv... my own private perv, fuck yes... hmm... just fuck me, god that's good... come on Eric, fuck your... hmmaaa... perverted sister... fill me up... haaa..."

For the moment, she simply enjoyed it, but she knew that if they kept at it, she wouldn't be able to hold out for too long. She felt the way her toes curled on their own, how her insides tingled, how her back arched without her being able to do anything against it. The knowledge that this was her little brother who was nailing her, who was fucking her, was simply so exciting, so fucking dirty and taboo and awesome and sexy.

Eric began timing his thrusts to match the arching of Jessi's back, driving him deeper into her. "God, you sound hot when you moan like that," he whispered. "Come on, moan for me."

His earlier orgasm not withstanding, Eric knew he couldn't last too much longer; between his own inexperience and his sister's wild, hungry gyrations, were simply too much to withstand. Still, he held on, determined to watch Jessi finish before him. He noticed the effect the dirty things he'd said was having on her, so he pressed on: "So which is the part that turns you on the most, that you've found someone who can be as pig a pervert as you, or the fact that you're doing your little brother? Or maybe you think it's hot that you get to be a younger boy's first time! Is that it, are you a virgin hunter?"

"Oh, shut up you... hmmaaa... fucking dummy..." With a sudden yank of unexpected force, Jessi pulled her little brother's head forward, and his lips were sealed by her own, her hot breath dancing over his skin, her body pushed against him, her nails scratching his back. A loud grunt came from her throat as she suddenly began to shake under him, arching her back and thus pushing her tits against his chest, biting him even, her whole body stiffening. Her pussy meanwhile sort of convulsed around his dick, tightening as she came, her love juice flowing freely by now, and behind her closed eyelids, her eyes rolled back slightly.

And in her head, all she could think was, *FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK THIS IS AWESOME FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK OH FUCKING GOD FUCK YESSSS!!!*

Every inch of the two were pressed together in a tight, passionate embrace, as Jessi's dripping pussy gripped him like a vice. Eric was driven over the edge, with a final thrust he released a hot torrent of deep inside her, as he moaned into his sister's kiss. For a moment, he felt like he blacked out from the pure pleasure of it all. When he came back to himself, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest and the damp sweat of their bodies pressed together. His cock was incredibly sensitive as he slid his still hard five inch length out.

With her heart hammering, her breathing coming ragged, and her limps shaking, Jessi was hesitant to let Eric go. Only slowly, she disentangled from him, pulling her legs off him, while she slowly came down from her very intense orgasm. Her whole body was sensitive and even a bit sore, her hair was clinging to her forehead thanks to the sweat. With one hand, she grabbed Eric's hand and did not let go, but otherwise, he was free to move. "Whew... not bad... not bad at all..."

That was, of course, somewhat of a lie, as he wasn't merely "not bad," but she just had a very, very strong and intense orgasm. Perhaps because he was so young. Or perhaps because of his pervy and saucy comments. Or perhaps because he was her brother. Whatever the reason, it was certainly the best sex she had had so far.

"That was... intense," Eric replies, as he pulled the blanket back over the two of them. In the heat of the moment, he hadn't noticed it fall off of his shoulders, but now the lingering chill of the house was making its presents known. "Just give me a few minutes, and we can do it again. But we might want to start the fireplace, or something first; the heater hasn't caught up with the power outage from earlier yet." he continues, as he burrowed deeper into the blanket they shared.

"Sounds good...," Jessi replied, but instead of getting up and starting the fireplace, she too simply crawled deeper under the covers, seemingly content to remain there for a while and catch her breath. She still also held her brothers hand, squeezing it slightly, and giving him a saucy and content smile. Finally she said, "So... about that lingerie... perhaps I could wear some of it..."

Eric's still hard penis twitched at the thought of seeing Jessi in lingerie, pressing against her leg, "Sounds like a great idea! Tell'ya what? While you're finding something super sexy to wear, and I'll head into the kitchen and make some hot chocolate to keep us warm. Do you still like peppermint in yours?"

"Sure." And with that said, looking forward to some hot chocolate, Jessi slipped from beneath the covers... and regretted it instantly. Somewhat shivering, she said, "And I will start the fireplace..."

Hurrying over to the fireplace, still butt-naked as she was, she knelt down, grabbed some firewood and put it into the fireplace, paper under it and some charcoal lighters, lighting it up immediately. Rubbing her hands together, she got up again, turning back to the kitchen where her brother had already slipped off to. She smiled as she imagined what she might look like with her nude form in front of the fire, a naughty smile finding its way to her features. But then her cold feet reminded her that she had better get moving, and she slipped off, leaving the room to get some of that lingerie. And perhaps some warm socks.

Eric sat for a few more moments, not yet ready to face the chill of the house. He watched as Jessi walked across the room, admiring her silhouette as she bent back and forth to start the fire. It was only when she was nearly finished that he slipped his boxers back on and crawled out from the warmth of the blanket, paddling his way to the kitchen.

Quickly Eric set about making the hot chocolate, measuring spoonfuls of coco powder, adding water, and placing both mugs in the microwave. After setting the timer for ninety seconds, he began searching through the cupboards looking for the peppermint extract to flavor Jessi's hot chocolate. There, behind the vanilla, cherry, and butterscotch extracts, he found a small bottle with a black label; the only word he could make out was ''imported'', the rest was in what looked like German, thought it was hard to say for sure due to the stylized calligraphy of the letters. He couldn't tell if some of the letters were E or C, and one he had no idea what it was, because it looked like the number three.

Gingerly unscrewed the cap and took a sniff, and immediately found the peppermint smell overpowering. "This must be really fancy stuff for making special desserts," he thought to himself, but as the microwave shut off with a beep, he decided to use it anyway. After all, his sister had been absolutely great tonight, so she deserved all the extra touches. As he poured in a bit of the clear liquid, before screwing the cap back on and returning the bottle to its place, then taking the two mugs, made his way back to the living room to wait for his sister.

Jessi meanwhile took her sweet time. She first hurried into the bathroom upstairs and got herself a bit cleaned up, because quite frankly, the layer of sweat and other body fluids on her body began to feel a bit icky. Not really bad, actually quite naughty and in that way good, but if she had to dress nice then she better get cleaned up as well. So she grabbed a towel, soap, and shampoo, jumped under the shower for a short moment and then dried herself up again.

And only then, still butt-naked and feeling good that way, did she move over to the room in which the lingerie was still inside the big box. Carefully, almost reluctantly, she opened the box and pulled out the first thing she got her hands on, a lacy bra with some very fine patterns and designs. "Okay, let's see what we have here... Whooohoooo, aunt Kim, you sure were some kind of hot sexy minx, weren't you? Well, thank you, I guess..."

She searched a bit more before she found something which she liked, and thought that Eric would like too, and then slipped it on. It felt... good. Naughty. Forbidden. Taboo. "Well, I am getting dressed up sexily for my little brother... Guess it has to feel taboo." She grinned to herself as she slipped on the bra and closed it behind her back. It fitted her quite well, it wasn't unpleasant, and neither was it too loose or too tight. It seemed like her aunt had really been her size, and that Eric had guessed her size correctly. She chuckled. "Perv."

A few minutes later, she descended the stairs into the living room. Jessi was now dressed in a black set of lace lingerie. Her smallish breasts were hidden by a very fine bra, and she wore matching bikini style briefs of silk and lace. Also, of course, long black stockings held by suspenders. It was a far cry from her usual punky self, though of course, her hair was still colorful, but she looked so much more sexy.

"So, what do you think, my pervy little brother?" She asked him with a naughty grin and tone and performed a small pirouette in front of him, still standing between him, the stairs, and the fireplace. He could now also see that what she was wearing wasn't simply bikini bottoms but a thong, revealing her nice teenage rump.

Eric spent the time waiting for his sister curled up in the blanket, though between the heater and the fire now burning in the fireplace, the room was finally starting to warm up. To kill time, he read his aunt's diary, and it's pages could put the best stories in a Penthouse magazine to shame. Apparently, aunt Kim had been getting freaky with their mother, since she was twelve. It seemed that mom started babysitting once she got her driver's permit so she could save up and buy a car, and had some fun with and had fun with some of the kids she was watching at the same time.


A striking 25 years old woman with long, raven-black hair and icy blue eyes. Her pale skin and curvaceous figure often lead people to mistake her for a model. She possesses unique physical attributes in the form of black cat ears and a tail, being a cat girl. Personality-wise, she is loyal and obedient, carrying out any command given by her master without hesitation. Despite her servitude, she finds pleasure in fulfilling her duties---even those of an intimate nature---indicating a submissive yet passionate disposition.

Skylar has been working for her Lord Steven for several years now. She was born into servitude and has been Steven's servant since they were 16 now they were both 25. She could be described as his maid since she did most of the cooking and cleaning.

She was quite unusual herself. She had long raven black hair and icy blue eyes that made people who saw her in public question if she was a model or not. She was pale from spending so much time indoors. Her body was nothing to sneeze at either. She was thin with curves, with large breast and round rear. But she had something that was unusual. On her head were a pair of black cat ears and long black cat's tail coming out of her rear. Because of all the years she's worked for Steven she become loyal to him. Anything he said goes and she meant anything.

It was about lunch time and had to prepare her Lord's lunch for him. She had her hair neatly held up in a ponytail for when she cooked for him. She was wearing her typical maid uniform he made her wear. It was about mid thigh long, but revealed her large breast a bit and showed her thin, curvy figure well. Even though she wasn't the chief, she was in charge of making and serving his meals. She spent about 39 minutes making his meal and prepared it. She took it to the large, long, cherry wood table he normally ate at and set it at the head of the table. Then waited patiently knowing he'll arrive soon.

Though Steven was the son of the wealthiest family in the nation, his day was not as care free as some might think. It was full of studies, business dealings, negotiations, and physical training. As the son of nobility, he needed to look and act the part, and since he was 25 now, it meant that he had to take over more and more of his family's responsibilities. He had been in a meeting earlier that day, and as soon as he finished, he came out for his daily lunch. He went over to his usual meal area and sat down, seeing that Skylar had already prepared everything for him. As he saw her standing by the table waiting, he smiled and walked up to her.

Placing his documents on the table next to his meal, he pulled Skylar in for a deep kiss, a hand behind her neck to hold her face to him as his other hand squeezed and pushed on her ample and juicy behind. He moaned into the open mouthed kiss as his tongue penetrated her lips, sliding over her tongue as a result. He stood like that for several moments, simply enjoying the feeling of his servant against him, and the sensual kiss reminding both of them of her physical duties and responsibilities to him. When he finally pulled away, a strand of saliva connected their lips together.

Steven merely smiled and licked it away as he spoke to her. "Thank you for preparing the meal, Skylar," he said as he moved to sit in his chair. "I believe I'm feeling a little aroused right now. Why don't you get under the table and suck me as I eat to pass the time," he said in a matter of fact way. She had been in his service long enough for him to know that there would be very little, if anything at all, that she would refuse him. As he sat at the table, he began to eat as he waited for Skylar to assume her position and pleasure him as he had commanded.

Skylar was almost surprised that he kissed her so deeply and grabbed her rear, but she was getting use to him treating her so sexually, which has been increasing as the days past. She was sightly aroused herself as his tongue ran over hers and how he licked the string of saliva away didn't help either.

Hearing his request she bowed her head and replied "As you wish." Then she dropped down and crawled under the table. Sitting on her knees she unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick member. She learned that it was her duty to serve and satisfy her Lord in anyway he wished. She started by giving his entire length long and slow licks from base to tip. Then she inserted his tip in her mouth sucking and rubbing her tongue all over and around his tip

Steven ate in silence as he watched Skylar drop under the table like he commanded and began to unzip his pants. When he said that he was aroused just now, he wasn't lying, as when Skylar fished his cock out of his pants, it was already at its full, erect size. Measuring in at seven inches long and two inches wide, Steven was quite proud of the size of his manhood, and it was something that he used often in his dealings with Skylar and the other servants around the household, though of course, Skylar would always be his favorite. He was eating just fine, even when she licked his shaft from balls to tip, but once she took the tip in her mouth, he hesitated briefly, putting the food back on the plate as he let out a soft groan from the please.

"That's a good girl," he moaned as he sat back in his chair, eyes closed as he rested his head against his seat. "Suck master's cock just like that, just like a good slut," he said as he reached his hands under the table and lightly grasped her head, not really controlling her so much as simply feeling her presence down there. He ran his fingers through her hair and rubbed at her cat ears just the way she liked. "Keep sucking, slut. Take master's cock deeper into your mouth," he groaned.

Skylar knew his hand on her head was just a sign of his want to know it's her while he wasn't looking. She enjoyed the feeling of him rubbing her cat ears, which always felt good to her. Despite he had other servants, he seemed to enjoy her the most, explaining why she was technically his personal maid. The name calling didn't bother her she became use to it after awhile.

She moaned to send vibrations down his shaft while she worked her way down his shaft. Her tongue rubbed against it and licked it like candy. His cock barely fit into her mouth, but of course after many times of practice it wasn't a problem anymore. Finally she reached to his base, moaning still and feeling his tip in her throat.

"Hnnghhh," Steven groaned as he felt Skylar take his entire cock into her mouth and even her throat. "You're such a good girl. Just like that." When she deepthroated him, physical reflex took over and he involuntarily jerked his hips up, pushing a bit more of his cock into her mouth than he intended. He didn't want to gag her so he quickly pulled it back down to a comfortable depth for her as he reclined in his chair and continued to run his hands through her hair and rub her cat ears. The vibrations were something new as well, and the sudden extra stimulation made him groan out again as he spoke to her. "Skylar... if you keep it up like that I'll cum in your mouth soon. Keep going girl, keep sucking your master's cock like that."

Hearing his groans and praise made her feel a slight wetness in her panties. She moaned more and more moving up and down his length after almost choking from his thrusted, luckily he stopped soon. She quickly moved up and down licking his length rougher and wildly. Her mouth was watering heavily as she continued to taste her Master's member. She licked and sucked up and down his entire length hoping her Master is satisfied with her work.


The 25 years old son of a wealthy family, implying a refined appearance and demeanor. He carries significant responsibilities, suggesting a serious and diligent personality. He's well-groomed. His personality is dominant and assertive, unafraid to express his desires openly. He exhibits an authoritative nature with a hint of sensuality towards Skylar, showing that he takes pleasure in their intimate interactions. Despite this dominance, there are hints of tenderness as seen when he interacts with Skylar, indicating complexity in his character.

"Hnnghhh," Steven groaned as he felt Skylar take his entire cock into her mouth and even her throat. "You're such a good girl. Just like that." When she deepthroated him, physical reflex took over and he involuntarily jerked his hips up, pushing a bit more of his cock into her mouth than he intended. He didn't want to gag her so he quickly pulled it back down to a comfortable depth for her as he reclined in his chair and continued to run his hands through her hair and rub her cat ears. The vibrations were something new as well, and the sudden extra stimulation made him groan out again as he spoke to her. "Skylar... if you keep it up like that I'll cum in your mouth soon. Keep going girl, keep sucking your master's cock like that."


A silver-haired, blue-eyed 21 years old woman, gang member. She exudes a sense of uniqueness and otherworldliness. Her direct and no-nonsense personality shines through as she questions the situation and refuses to be easily enslaved. She possesses a rebellious streak and a determination to make the best of her circumstances, even in the face of uncertainty.

There was a movement on the edge of her vision and for a single second Nessa was afraid that she was going to go unconscious again. That this was all but a dream, caused by the blood loss of being shot. Surely she had been dying, she had felt the cold claws of death grip her heart and fill her chest. But there was nothing like that anymore now, only the air around her in this odd room. Where was she anyway?

The movement on the edge of her vision turned out to be the curtains curling themselves inwards. Her bright blue eyes opened slightly at the sight, but they opened even wider when they revealed a slender tall, but incredibly well dressed gentleman. He had silvery hair like she did and Nessa couldn't help but touch her own strands of silver absentmindedly. She heard his voice, oddly comfortable to her ears. The only thing that she could do was nod to the fact that yes, her name was indeed Nessa. But when he asked if she had Questions or Concerns she finally opened her lips.

"Are you... my guardian angel?" She then asked, moving just a tad slower. A whift of vanille reached her nose, wakening up something inside of her and heating up her very core. She felt something between her legs she had never felt there before, it made her shift uncomfortably. "What... do you want in return?" She eventually asked. If there was one thing that Nessa had learnt then it was that nothing came for free in this life.

"Oh I do enjoy those questions." Manol smiled eagerly, his body moving into a much more stable, firm chested stance as he intended to explain and answer her questions. "No. I am not an angel. At least... not by most standards. But I feel no less invited to help and assist those who require." He smiled softly as he slowly pulled a hand from behind his back, showing the dark tips of his fingers. "As to the latter question... it costs me greatly to revive or withhold a soul, such as yours. In doing so, my price is quite steep. Servitude. Inside and out. A lifetime before my body and your soul will remain your own. However, if you disobey, your soul will become forfeit to me and my whims. Then you will, truly, be a slave to me. So, complacency... or enslavement?"

Blue eyes were on the strange gentleman standing by the bed. Nessa saw how he moved into a more stable stance. Nessa tilted her head at this ever so slightly, confusion visible in her bright blue orbs.

"Not an angel..." She whispered, but he had saved her anyway. Why had he saved her when he was not an angel? Things were not adding up in her head. It was weird, what this man was saying. She looked at him, trying to make sense of the situation. "So, not an angel then." The silverette said, giving a soft nod with her head.

But then he pulled his hand from behind his back and Nessa couldn't help but look at the odd dark fingertips. When he talked again, her eyes flickered upwards to look at his. "Servitude..." She repeated. But when he mentioned enslavement, something inside of her bristled. Oh no, that most certainly would not do. Nessa was too much of a wild child to be enslaved to anyone. So servitude it was.

It still felt unreal to her, this situation she was in. She softly pinched the skin of her upper leg, but feeling the pain she knew that she was not dreaming. "I prefer complacency over enslavement, thank you very much." She eventually said. "What do you want me to do?" Nessa was a direct person, never beating around a subject or question. So she would not do that in this case either.

"That worked out nicely. I thought I'd have to chain you down, swat you like a petulant child until you understood what I have given you. But you seem quite eager not to remain a slave. Very good." Manol's tone was slightly condescending but nothing too brutal to the point of exhaustion.

Lifting his black tipped fingers, they began to glow a sickly green, which he then traced out a circular shape in the air, manifesting a small choker collar. "This is for you..."

Waving his hand, the circular collar passed through the air, opened, then closed over her neck, locking her under its pliable steely touch. It seemed to move as she moved and was little less than a nuisance. "Wonderful. Now... to serve me... is really whatever I please. Could be fun... could be a chore... could be anything my little heart desires."

"Well, if I get the choice between servitude and enslavement, well the choice is not exactly difficult to make." Nessa said, not able to resist rolling her eyes at the strange man. What had he expected of her? That she would just launch herself into slavery like that, after he had just warned her of exactly what would happen? No thank you. That was not going to happen. She was not entirely sure what kind of situation she was currently finding herself in, but she sure as hell was going to make it as good as possible for herself.

Bright blue eyes narrowed slightly upon seeing the small choker collar. This stiffened her a little bit and she couldn't help but hiss softly, as she moved back ever so slightly when it floated her way. But more than that she didn't do, just a small sign of her displeasure at the choker clicking around her neck.

"Well, let me get dressed and then you can give me the first task. Whatever that is." Nessa said, wanting to get this over with for the moment. She slipped towards the side of the bed, a little more daring than that she had been just minutes ago. The collar was heavy and cold against her bare skin, but it complimented it nicely, matching her hair. "But is this collar really necessary? I mean..." She gestured towards it vaguely.

"No, no clothes will be necessary right now." Manol told her, most likely to her dismay as he beckoned with a single finger before he began to walk away, aimed at a door just outside the bed. As he moved further away, the collar began to pull at her, yanking her almost off the bed. Loyal jewelry.

"You've spent your whole life dedicated to a gang. They made you wear identifying clothes didn't they? Show expressive gestures and the like? This is my iconography." He explained, walking at a decent pace while she no doubt lagged behind as much as she could.

"Did you know you were sick? Early onset smokers lungs. My guess from being around too many walking chimneys. I fixed that." He told her in a call over his shoulder, showing how thorough he had already been.

"What do you mean no clothes?" Nessa asked, her eyebrows arching slightly. But she did not exactly get a change to question any further, as the man was already walking towards the door. In turn, this had the choker jank at her neck, a small choking sound leaving her lips as she eventually stood up and followed him.

Well, she couldn't argue with his logic, about the identifying clothes. "That's true." She said, giving a soft nod. Gang colors were a very popular way to show you were dedicated to one and that had also been the case with the one she had been in. The man was walking quite fast and Nessa was having a bit of difficulty trailing behind, the choker tugging at her neck. "Slow down! I just almost died, you know? No need to make me run." She said, her bare feet barely making any sound on the ground as she lagged behind.

A look of surprise graced the silverette's face as she heard she had been sick. "No, I did not know that." She eventually said, seeing no use in lying about this particular thing. "Well thanks for fixing it, I guess." It all was still so unreal. But the cold touch of the metallic piece of jewelry around her neck told her that this was very much real.


A tall and impeccably dressed man, with silvery hair matching Nessa's. His demeanor exudes an air of mystery and authority. Though his tone can be condescending, he displays a keen intellect and a subtle sense of manipulation. He possesses a dark and enigmatic presence, evoking both fascination and wariness in those who encounter him.

"What do you mean no clothes?" Nessa asked, her eyebrows arching slightly. But she did not exactly get a change to question any further, as the man was already walking towards the door. In turn, this had the choker jank at her neck, a small choking sound leaving her lips as she eventually stood up and followed him.

Well, she couldn't argue with his logic, about the identifying clothes. "That's true." She said, giving a soft nod. Gang colors were a very popular way to show you were dedicated to one and that had also been the case with the one she had been in. The man was walking quite fast and Nessa was having a bit of difficulty trailing behind, the choker tugging at her neck. "Slow down! I just almost died, you know? No need to make me run." She said, her bare feet barely making any sound on the ground as she lagged behind.

A look of surprise graced the silverette's face as she heard she had been sick. "No, I did not know that." She eventually said, seeing no use in lying about this particular thing. "Well thanks for fixing it, I guess." It all was still so unreal. But the cold touch of the metallic piece of jewelry around her neck told her that this was very much real.

"It's a gift. No need to thank me. But I appreciate the offer." Manol told her before he stopped in his tracks and let her catch up. As they stood still, Nessa was allowed a moment to see where she was, where she had ended up. It was an extremely long and very tall hallway, all black wood, and gold trim work, with red fabric carpets. It looked so loud, like every movies depictions of old English museums or Castle sized estates for the supremely wealthy. Maybe he was old wealth, and old wealthy meant supernatural powers.

As they remained in place though, the vanilla scene assaulted her nose as if by purpose, enough so to make her legs wobble, her nipples hard as diamonds, and made her feminine organs salivate obviously.

"Now my turn for questions. Why are you still a virgin? You could have easily made a slightly higher quality of life if you spent a bit more of it on your knees or on your back... so why? Why haven't you indulged in the flesh before?"


A tomboyish 10-year-old girl who prefers playing with boys and participating in outdoor activities like sports. She's not interested in traditionally feminine pursuits, evident by her lack of girls' clothing. She's confident, assertive, and has a knack for persuasion as seen when she convinces her parents to let her camp with Max. Despite being younger than Max, she exhibits leadership qualities and isn't afraid to take charge. Her athletic abilities are superior to those of Max, showing her competitive nature. Regardless of societal expectations about gender roles, she remains true to herself and finds joy in being mistaken for a boy.

Cory was excited. Her parents had told her that they were having Max, a friend of hers, over for a full week while his parents were out of town. She really liked having her guy friends around, but her parents didn't really allow it all that much anymore, telling her she had to start acting more like a lady since she was starting to get to 'that age'.

Ever since she had turned 10, they had been saying things like that. She didn't want to be a ''lady'', though. She would prefer to play with the boys and run around outside. She didn't even own a single piece of girl's clothing.

This week though, she would get to have one of her guy friends over for the night. Max was sorta on the wimpy side, but he was still a boy. Maybe they could get up to something fun together.

Max didn't know whether to be excited about staying at Cory's for a week or not. She was a girl, but she didn't act like one. Even though he was a little older than her, she was better at sports than he was. She always got picked before he did when the kids picked sides for games.

Another thing that bothered him was that even though she acted like a boy, he knew she was a girl, and he even thought she was cute in her own way. He had just recently started thinking about girls and how they were different than boys. Sometimes when he had those thoughts, he would get an erection, and that was something that he was not used to. He was hoping that would not happen around Cory.

Cory wondered what they should be doing when Max got here. She had a lot of good video games they could try out, but it seemed boring to just sit inside all day. Max wasn't really good at sports, so he might not be much fun for that. Maybe they could get a game going with the neighborhood kids, though? That would be fun.

Maybe she should think of something to toughen him up a bit? Maybe she could ask her mom if she could get out of the tent and go up into the back woods with him to camp. They lived in a somewhat rural area, and she kind of enjoyed bushwhacking through the woods out there. Maybe a night of roughing it up there would make him tougher. Even if it didn't, that could be kind of fun anyway.

Max was packing his stuff for going over to Cory's. A whole week and Mom would not be able to wash his clothes. It was summer, so some shorts and a pair of jeans. Some t-shirts and he guessed a dress shirt, but he didn't know if Cory went to church or not. Socks, shoes, running shoes, and 7 pairs of underwear. He didn't even have 7 good pairs, so a couple were too small and had holes in them, but no one would see his underwear anyway.

He didn't know what Cory would want to do, but it didn't matter much to him. He liked doing most things, even though he wasn't good at some of them, he could still have fun. Maybe it would be more fun playing with just Cory than with all the other kids around being so competitive.

He finished packing just before his Mom said it was time to go. Cory's house was in the same neighborhood, and he could have just walked, but the suitcase was kind of heavy. She asked if he had his toothbrush and toiletries. Of course, he didn't, but he packed them in a plastic bag quickly and was ready to go.

Cory was getting bored waiting. Wasn't Max supposed to get here some time soon now? Actually, there was really no set time he was supposed to get here. Knowing when would make things a little bit easier.

She had asked her mom about camping already, she didn't really seem to like the idea, but after some insistence, she finally caved and said it was alright. (But she had to keep a cell phone on her.) That would be pretty fun.

So, now she just had to kill some time. She wondered what to do for a while, but then she finally decided to take a soccer ball out to the front yard and practice juggling it a little bit. She had a bit of a hard time with this, but an older guy she asked about it had said it was just because her feet were still too small compared to the ball. Well, she wasn't about to let that stop her. She lightly kicked the ball up into the air and then did her best to keep it up with just her feet and knees.

Max could see Cory out in her front yard as he approached her house in the car with his Mom. She was playing soccer. Well, he wasn't too terrible at soccer. They pulled into the driveway, and he and his Mom got out. He dragged his suitcase out of the trunk, but his mother took it from him and told him to greet Cory while she went inside and talked to Cory's mother.

He walked over to her, and she kicked the ball at him. It surprised him, and he nearly tripped over his own feet, but he managed to stop the ball before it got past him. He kicked it back at her. "Hi Cory. I am here." he didn't really know what else to say at this point.

"Hey Max!" Cory responded. She had mostly kicked the ball at him because she had dropped it while juggling and wanted to just cover her embarrassment in front of a friend by acting like it was on purpose. It seemed she had covered it successfully. She decided to kick it up and show off a bit more with some more juggling, tapping it up with her foot a few times and then to her knee.

This was about how far she could always get before losing control of the ball, so she just let it drop to the ground on purpose and then stopped it with her foot and then looked over to Max. "Guess what!? I just managed to convince my mom to let us camp in the woods! Did you bring a sleeping bag?"

"No, you should have called and told me. I got one. I have camped out with my Dad a lot. We camp out and fish sometimes." he was watching her juggle kick the ball and wishing he could do that half as well, but he knew about camping out and it would be fun to camp out with Cory. "I will run in and tell my Mom we need to go back home and get my sleeping bag."

"Nah, you can probably borrow one of my parents. Let's go up and find a good place to put the tent for now!" There was still enough daylight left for that anyway. It was a rule that if you were going to pitch a tent for camping in the woods, you needed to put it up while it was still light out. It was very bad to put it up in the dark, and if they wanted to explore around to find the best spot, then they would need to look for it quite a while before getting the tent.

"Yeah, it is no fun putting up a tent in the dark." Max watched Cory head to the back yard and ran to catch up with her. He had never spent much time at her house and never been in her back yard before. "Wow, you have got a big back yard and woods too. It will be like a real camping trip." He followed her around as she looked for a good place to pitch the tent.

"Well, it's not all our back yard. It's more like we can get to the forest from our back yard." Cory corrected him. At the same time, though, what's the difference really? And their property actually did extend some distance into the woods too. Cory had a few ideas for clearings they might use to set up camp. One of the ones she particularly liked was right near some berry bushes they could have some snacks on.

Max followed her into the woods as they looked for a spot to camp. Looking around at the one she just stopped at with the berries along the edge, he looked back at her house and could barely see it through the woods. "This is a nice spot, but I can barely see your house from here," he thought about that for a minute. "I think it would be cool to camp here. It would be like we were all by ourselves out in the woods. Do you think your Mom will let us camp out in the woods?"

"I already got permission!" Cory responded to Max's question. She didn't really want to get into it with her mom again; she had to argue and beg for quite a while about this, repeatedly saying how it's ''not right for a young lady to be out alone with a boy at her age''. She really didn't want to get into all that again because Max brought it up. "Anyway, I'll go ask about you borrowing a sleeping bag and getting the tent."

"OK, Great! Your Mom is cool. I don't think my Mom would let me camp out in the woods with another guy... umm... I mean girl. Sorry." For the first time Max thought of camping out with Cory as camping out with a girl. Alone in the woods, alone in a tent, with a girl. He looked at Cory as she turned and started walking away. Watching her, she really is a girl. "Hey Cory, wait up, I will help you get the camping stuff." he ran to catch up with her.

Cory almost missed a step when Max messed up and called her a guy. When she was younger, she might have been a bit annoyed by that, but after getting mad at her mother for telling her to ''act like a lady'' so much, she actually felt a little happy about being mistaken for a boy. She definitely thought of herself as a girl, but just because of the circumstances, it really made her happy right now for some reason.

"It's OK, race you back!" She said as she saw Max starting to follow her. She took off at a run and threw open the back door as she rushed in. "Hey mom! Can Max borrow a sleeping bag?!" She asked.

"What? Oh, that won't be necessary. I told his mother about your plans to go camping. She said she would get his sleeping bag and drop it off before she left." Well, that sounded pretty good. "OK! Well, we just found a good spot, I'm going to go get the tent!" She ran off into the garage.

"Cory! Walk in the house! You're too old to be running inside like that!" Her mother called after her in an angry voice. She was already most of the way to the door to the garage when she slowed herself down, so she might as well not have heard her mother's complaint at all. She pulled out the tent. It was set up in two bags, one larger bag containing the canvas and a smaller bag containing the stakes and the tent poles. They both weighed about the same, but of course, the canvas was larger and bulkier. No, actually, the canvas was slightly heavier.

She considered which one she was going to carry for a moment, and then she realized that she could probably throw the bag containing the canvas at Max without it hurting him if he missed the catch. No sooner did she think this than she did exactly that. "Here, catch!" She said. "Alright, let's go!" This was great; she was really starting to get excited about all this.

Max raced after Cory back to her house, watching her back and admiring how effortlessly she moved. He was glad she had not got upset about him thinking of her as a guy. She really was cool, for a girl, really cool. Hearing the news about his sleeping bag, he was getting more excited about camping out with Cory. He rushed after her into the garage, taking big steps with his long gangly legs when Cory's Mom told them not to run.

As he entered the garage behind her, he heard "here catch" and found the large canvas bag flying at him. It nearly knocked him over, but he managed to catch it and keep his feet. "I caught it, I got it!" He laughed while adjusting the bulky bag in his arms so he could see where he was going and followed Cory out of the garage. They moved into the woods to the little clearing they had picked out.

Cory put down the bag she was holding and opened it, pulling out the blanket that all the stakes were wrapped in. This was supposed to go down first. She dumped the stakes out and picked out the cloth in her hands as she tried to start scoping out an exact place to put it. "OK, we gotta pick the perfect spot to set up now!" She prompted Max, inviting him to participate in the set-up.

"Dad says never to set up in a low place, or if it rains, all the water will flow into the tent" Max walked and looked around the little clearing to find the highest area. "And look for roots and rocks sticking up. You will never sleep if you lay down on a root or rock." He walked around the area, stepping and scraping his feet over the ground to see if there were any rocks or roots sticking up. He found none. "I think this is the best spot to put up the tent, Cory. What do you think?" He scraped his foot around the area, marking it out inside the little clearing.

"Perfect!" Cory said, and then threw one side of the cloth at him, taking the other side in hers. "Alright, let's set this up!" After they had set up the base for the tent, she immediately pounced on the bag holding the canvas where Max had set it down and began pulling it open and yanking the tent out of it. After this, she got Max to help her lay it on top of the place setting they had just laid down.

"Alright, I'll start putting the tent polls together. Do you want to feed them through?" she asked, returning to her own bag.

The tent was different than the one Dad and he had put together, but Max didn't want to let Cory know that he was unsure what to do. He watched her start putting the poles together then examined the tent that lay flat on the ground; checked the corners, finding little slits and poking a finger into one of them. He found a slit at each corner, testing each by inserting his finger inside and one in the center on two sides. He thought he had it figured out.

Cory had put one of the poles together and pushed one end at him. He grabbed it and checked the length and guessed where it needed to be inserted. He opened one of the corner slits and pushed the pole into the opening. "I'm not really sure, but I think I got the right hole," pushing in deeper.

With Max's help, the first pole was put through the correct part of the small 2 person tent. At this point, it was just a matter of threading it through. It wasn't until the 2nd pole was put in that you needed to do anything special.

Cory took out the second long pole from the bag and just bounced toward the next corner of the tent, expecting Max to follow. She began assembling the pole and handed it to Max to thread through. This time, as soon as she was finished assembling the pole, she got to her feet and ran around to the opposite side and waited until the pole was fully threaded through. She took the end when it got to her and shoved it into the small hole in the little tab at the side of the tent and then through a matching hole in the cover below the tent.

She directed Max to do the same when she saw he wasn't acting immediately, and as soon as he did, it forced the tent to rise up to its proper dome-shaped form as both the criss-crossed poles gave it shape as it rose off the ground. Only the first pole was difficult. After that, it gave enough shape to the tent that the second pole was much easier to get into the little holes made for it.

In pretty short order, they had the tent properly assembled. Now it was just a matter of pounding on the stakes so the tent didn't blow away in the wind or something.


An 11 years old boy who isn't particularly athletic, but has an adventurous spirit and enjoys trying new activities. He's more comfortable with structured activities like camping, which he often does with his father. Despite being a bit awkward and gangly in his movements, he possesses a good-natured enthusiasm that makes him likable. He's also starting to become aware of the differences between boys and girls, leading to some self-consciousness around Cory. His thoughtful nature is evident in how he considers potential problems like rain when setting up the tent or needing light inside it after dark.

Cory was excited. Her parents had told her that they were having Max, a friend of hers, over for a full week while his parents were out of town. She really liked having her guy friends around, but her parents didn't really allow it all that much anymore, telling her she had to start acting more like a lady since she was starting to get to 'that age'.

Ever since she had turned 10, they had been saying things like that. She didn't want to be a ''lady'', though. She would prefer to play with the boys and run around outside. She didn't even own a single piece of girl's clothing.

This week though, she would get to have one of her guy friends over for the night. Max was sorta on the wimpy side, but he was still a boy. Maybe they could get up to something fun together.

Max didn't know whether to be excited about staying at Cory's for a week or not. She was a girl, but she didn't act like one. Even though he was a little older than her, she was better at sports than he was. She always got picked before he did when the kids picked sides for games.

Another thing that bothered him was that even though she acted like a boy, he knew she was a girl, and he even thought she was cute in her own way. He had just recently started thinking about girls and how they were different than boys. Sometimes when he had those thoughts, he would get an erection, and that was something that he was not used to. He was hoping that would not happen around Cory.

Cory wondered what they should be doing when Max got here. She had a lot of good video games they could try out, but it seemed boring to just sit inside all day. Max wasn't really good at sports, so he might not be much fun for that. Maybe they could get a game going with the neighborhood kids, though? That would be fun.

Maybe she should think of something to toughen him up a bit? Maybe she could ask her mom if she could get out of the tent and go up into the back woods with him to camp. They lived in a somewhat rural area, and she kind of enjoyed bushwhacking through the woods out there. Maybe a night of roughing it up there would make him tougher. Even if it didn't, that could be kind of fun anyway.

Max was packing his stuff for going over to Cory's. A whole week and Mom would not be able to wash his clothes. It was summer, so some shorts and a pair of jeans. Some t-shirts and he guessed a dress shirt, but he didn't know if Cory went to church or not. Socks, shoes, running shoes, and 7 pairs of underwear. He didn't even have 7 good pairs, so a couple were too small and had holes in them, but no one would see his underwear anyway.

He didn't know what Cory would want to do, but it didn't matter much to him. He liked doing most things, even though he wasn't good at some of them, he could still have fun. Maybe it would be more fun playing with just Cory than with all the other kids around being so competitive.

He finished packing just before his Mom said it was time to go. Cory's house was in the same neighborhood, and he could have just walked, but the suitcase was kind of heavy. She asked if he had his toothbrush and toiletries. Of course, he didn't, but he packed them in a plastic bag quickly and was ready to go.

Cory was getting bored waiting. Wasn't Max supposed to get here some time soon now? Actually, there was really no set time he was supposed to get here. Knowing when would make things a little bit easier.

She had asked her mom about camping already, she didn't really seem to like the idea, but after some insistence, she finally caved and said it was alright. (But she had to keep a cell phone on her.) That would be pretty fun.

So, now she just had to kill some time. She wondered what to do for a while, but then she finally decided to take a soccer ball out to the front yard and practice juggling it a little bit. She had a bit of a hard time with this, but an older guy she asked about it had said it was just because her feet were still too small compared to the ball. Well, she wasn't about to let that stop her. She lightly kicked the ball up into the air and then did her best to keep it up with just her feet and knees.

Max could see Cory out in her front yard as he approached her house in the car with his Mom. She was playing soccer. Well, he wasn't too terrible at soccer. They pulled into the driveway, and he and his Mom got out. He dragged his suitcase out of the trunk, but his mother took it from him and told him to greet Cory while she went inside and talked to Cory's mother.

He walked over to her, and she kicked the ball at him. It surprised him, and he nearly tripped over his own feet, but he managed to stop the ball before it got past him. He kicked it back at her. "Hi Cory. I am here." he didn't really know what else to say at this point.

"Hey Max!" Cory responded. She had mostly kicked the ball at him because she had dropped it while juggling and wanted to just cover her embarrassment in front of a friend by acting like it was on purpose. It seemed she had covered it successfully. She decided to kick it up and show off a bit more with some more juggling, tapping it up with her foot a few times and then to her knee.

This was about how far she could always get before losing control of the ball, so she just let it drop to the ground on purpose and then stopped it with her foot and then looked over to Max. "Guess what!? I just managed to convince my mom to let us camp in the woods! Did you bring a sleeping bag?"

"No, you should have called and told me. I got one. I have camped out with my Dad a lot. We camp out and fish sometimes." he was watching her juggle kick the ball and wishing he could do that half as well, but he knew about camping out and it would be fun to camp out with Cory. "I will run in and tell my Mom we need to go back home and get my sleeping bag."

"Nah, you can probably borrow one of my parents. Let's go up and find a good place to put the tent for now!" There was still enough daylight left for that anyway. It was a rule that if you were going to pitch a tent for camping in the woods, you needed to put it up while it was still light out. It was very bad to put it up in the dark, and if they wanted to explore around to find the best spot, then they would need to look for it quite a while before getting the tent.

"Yeah, it is no fun putting up a tent in the dark." Max watched Cory head to the back yard and ran to catch up with her. He had never spent much time at her house and never been in her back yard before. "Wow, you have got a big back yard and woods too. It will be like a real camping trip." He followed her around as she looked for a good place to pitch the tent.

"Well, it's not all our back yard. It's more like we can get to the forest from our back yard." Cory corrected him. At the same time, though, what's the difference really? And their property actually did extend some distance into the woods too. Cory had a few ideas for clearings they might use to set up camp. One of the ones she particularly liked was right near some berry bushes they could have some snacks on.

Max followed her into the woods as they looked for a spot to camp. Looking around at the one she just stopped at with the berries along the edge, he looked back at her house and could barely see it through the woods. "This is a nice spot, but I can barely see your house from here," he thought about that for a minute. "I think it would be cool to camp here. It would be like we were all by ourselves out in the woods. Do you think your Mom will let us camp out in the woods?"

"I already got permission!" Cory responded to Max's question. She didn't really want to get into it with her mom again; she had to argue and beg for quite a while about this, repeatedly saying how it's ''not right for a young lady to be out alone with a boy at her age''. She really didn't want to get into all that again because Max brought it up. "Anyway, I'll go ask about you borrowing a sleeping bag and getting the tent."

"OK, Great! Your Mom is cool. I don't think my Mom would let me camp out in the woods with another guy... umm... I mean girl. Sorry." For the first time Max thought of camping out with Cory as camping out with a girl. Alone in the woods, alone in a tent, with a girl. He looked at Cory as she turned and started walking away. Watching her, she really is a girl. "Hey Cory, wait up, I will help you get the camping stuff." he ran to catch up with her.

Cory almost missed a step when Max messed up and called her a guy. When she was younger, she might have been a bit annoyed by that, but after getting mad at her mother for telling her to ''act like a lady'' so much, she actually felt a little happy about being mistaken for a boy. She definitely thought of herself as a girl, but just because of the circumstances, it really made her happy right now for some reason.

"It's OK, race you back!" She said as she saw Max starting to follow her. She took off at a run and threw open the back door as she rushed in. "Hey mom! Can Max borrow a sleeping bag?!" She asked.

"What? Oh, that won't be necessary. I told his mother about your plans to go camping. She said she would get his sleeping bag and drop it off before she left." Well, that sounded pretty good. "OK! Well, we just found a good spot, I'm going to go get the tent!" She ran off into the garage.

"Cory! Walk in the house! You're too old to be running inside like that!" Her mother called after her in an angry voice. She was already most of the way to the door to the garage when she slowed herself down, so she might as well not have heard her mother's complaint at all. She pulled out the tent. It was set up in two bags, one larger bag containing the canvas and a smaller bag containing the stakes and the tent poles. They both weighed about the same, but of course, the canvas was larger and bulkier. No, actually, the canvas was slightly heavier.

She considered which one she was going to carry for a moment, and then she realized that she could probably throw the bag containing the canvas at Max without it hurting him if he missed the catch. No sooner did she think this than she did exactly that. "Here, catch!" She said. "Alright, let's go!" This was great; she was really starting to get excited about all this.

Max raced after Cory back to her house, watching her back and admiring how effortlessly she moved. He was glad she had not got upset about him thinking of her as a guy. She really was cool, for a girl, really cool. Hearing the news about his sleeping bag, he was getting more excited about camping out with Cory. He rushed after her into the garage, taking big steps with his long gangly legs when Cory's Mom told them not to run.

As he entered the garage behind her, he heard "here catch" and found the large canvas bag flying at him. It nearly knocked him over, but he managed to catch it and keep his feet. "I caught it, I got it!" He laughed while adjusting the bulky bag in his arms so he could see where he was going and followed Cory out of the garage. They moved into the woods to the little clearing they had picked out.

Cory put down the bag she was holding and opened it, pulling out the blanket that all the stakes were wrapped in. This was supposed to go down first. She dumped the stakes out and picked out the cloth in her hands as she tried to start scoping out an exact place to put it. "OK, we gotta pick the perfect spot to set up now!" She prompted Max, inviting him to participate in the set-up.

"Dad says never to set up in a low place, or if it rains, all the water will flow into the tent" Max walked and looked around the little clearing to find the highest area. "And look for roots and rocks sticking up. You will never sleep if you lay down on a root or rock." He walked around the area, stepping and scraping his feet over the ground to see if there were any rocks or roots sticking up. He found none. "I think this is the best spot to put up the tent, Cory. What do you think?" He scraped his foot around the area, marking it out inside the little clearing.

"Perfect!" Cory said, and then threw one side of the cloth at him, taking the other side in hers. "Alright, let's set this up!" After they had set up the base for the tent, she immediately pounced on the bag holding the canvas where Max had set it down and began pulling it open and yanking the tent out of it. After this, she got Max to help her lay it on top of the place setting they had just laid down.

"Alright, I'll start putting the tent polls together. Do you want to feed them through?" she asked, returning to her own bag.

The tent was different than the one Dad and he had put together, but Max didn't want to let Cory know that he was unsure what to do. He watched her start putting the poles together then examined the tent that lay flat on the ground; checked the corners, finding little slits and poking a finger into one of them. He found a slit at each corner, testing each by inserting his finger inside and one in the center on two sides. He thought he had it figured out.

Cory had put one of the poles together and pushed one end at him. He grabbed it and checked the length and guessed where it needed to be inserted. He opened one of the corner slits and pushed the pole into the opening. "I'm not really sure, but I think I got the right hole," pushing in deeper.

With Max's help, the first pole was put through the correct part of the small 2 person tent. At this point, it was just a matter of threading it through. It wasn't until the 2nd pole was put in that you needed to do anything special.

Cory took out the second long pole from the bag and just bounced toward the next corner of the tent, expecting Max to follow. She began assembling the pole and handed it to Max to thread through. This time, as soon as she was finished assembling the pole, she got to her feet and ran around to the opposite side and waited until the pole was fully threaded through. She took the end when it got to her and shoved it into the small hole in the little tab at the side of the tent and then through a matching hole in the cover below the tent.

She directed Max to do the same when she saw he wasn't acting immediately, and as soon as he did, it forced the tent to rise up to its proper dome-shaped form as both the criss-crossed poles gave it shape as it rose off the ground. Only the first pole was difficult. After that, it gave enough shape to the tent that the second pole was much easier to get into the little holes made for it.

In pretty short order, they had the tent properly assembled. Now it was just a matter of pounding on the stakes so the tent didn't blow away in the wind or something.

"Wow, that's a cool tent. I like it better than the one my Dad has. It's just like an upside down V." He had already picked up the hammer and a couple of stakes and was pulling out a loop tight. He put a stake into the loop and pounded it into the ground. Well, not exactly pounding, but he managed to get it set securely.

He went around the tent securing each corner with the stakes. Kneeling at the last one, he looked up smiling at Cory "The last one. Yay, we got it done in no time and it's still daytime. This is really going to be fun."

He got up and went to the front of the tent, opened the flap, and looked inside. It looked like a little cave with just enough room for the 2 of them and their sleeping bags. It was a little darker inside: "We are going to need a lantern or flashlights soon or we will not be able to see anything inside it."


Varavex, also known as Vex, is a dragon woman who can take on a human form. She possesses radiant beauty with an equally enticing body that she comfortably flaunts in her nudity. Her eyes can shift between typical human ones and reptilian slits, and she has large wings unique to her species. Vex's personality is playful yet determined; she enjoys teasing Alex but also shows immense dedication by learning magic for years just to reunite with him. She exudes confidence in claiming Alex as her husband and is not afraid to express her desires openly. Her affectionate nature comes out when she physically expresses love through hugging or kissing, revealing a softer side beneath the assertive exterior.

Varavex hardly slept, but dragons didn't need much, but she was swiftly brought back to awareness when her love started moving, she held still though, letting him come back to his senses, she did growl a little in pleasure when his hand gave her breast a squeeze, then the second time she opened her eyes to watch him and her mouth opened a bit with a slight panting, until she just couldn't take it "you haven't even laid eyes on me in how many years?... at least say hello before you partake in my body."

The reaction was everything she had hoped to see, comical, but he probably didn't recognize her, she hadn't perfected her human form when they last met, but she had little doubt that it wouldn't take much to jog his memory "I've missed you husband." She said as she pulled the blanket back to reveal his hand was holding her bare breast and showing she was equally nude while in bed with him.

The sweet voice made Alex's eyes open wide and looked right into hers, his body frozen in shock. Then she called him husband, and revealed what he was in fact holding in his hand was her breast, it was filling out his palm nicely. He blushed, looked at her bare breasts for a few seconds, then at her, then at her breast, then back at her. It was like his brain tried to connect the wires, but just couldn't. Finally he let out a yelp, almost jumping back. "What the!?"

He had moved too swiftly, and soon lost his balance, and the bed. He fell backwards, managing to tangle himself up in the blanket. Alex fell to the floor with a heavy thump, laying tangled up in his blanket, half naked and stuck. His arms were pinned down his sides, his body holding the folds in place under him. He was lucky he was wearing boxers, otherwise she would have a clear view of his manhood, which was already bulging a bit in his boxers.

However that was the last thing on his mind right now. He struggled a bit against the blanket, looking up at the strange woman in his bed. "Who are you?! H-how did you get in my house! No, wait, WHY are you in my house!?" He talked fast, still not sure if this was really happening.

Varavex couldn't suppress her giggle as she watched her love panic and fall off the bed, she crawled to the edge of the bed and propped her chin up while looking down at him "My love, I'm wounded you forgot me so easily" she said with a coy smile, the dragon definitely enjoyed her little games, but she blinked and her normal looking eyes shifted to look more reptilian, slit pupils and larger. But Just to get her point across she spread her wings for him to see, he may not recognize her human form but she was sure he wouldn't have forgotten her wings, beings on this world just didn't have anything like them.

She swayed her foot a bit as she watched the information being processed and just savored the fact that she was actually her with him now. This was her home now, she wouldn't go back unless he came with her and didn't plan on leaving his side for the foreseeable future.

It didn't seem possible, but his eyes actually grew wider as she spread her wings. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, only small sounds, as if the words didn't have enough energy to be formed. Her wings were truly beautiful, but why did they seem so familiar? He was pretty sure he had never seen her before, right? His mind raced, trying to connect the dots. The naked curvy woman seemed to be watching him, like a cat playing with its prey. Having tangled himself up, he felt a little exposed, especially since he was only wearing his boxers. For a moment he feared she would pounce on him, since she kept calling him love and husband, he wondered what she had in store for him. He gulped, about to say he had no idea who she was.

But then something popped into his mind, a memory, a faint one. A little girl, standing alone in the park, crying, holding something that looked like a tail. Her eyes seemed to glow when he had first approached her, and she had spread her wings defensively. The memory was faint, and he could not remember what exactly had happened. One moment he was holding her hand, then they were swinging, and then... Then what? He couldn't remember.

However one thing did become clear... He opened his mouth, and his eyes changed from shock to realization. "Varavex...?" The name came out clear as day, as if it had just been waiting for him to speak it. "You're that little girl in the park from back then..." He mumbled, his mind still trying to recall what had happened, but it remained faint, and just out of reach. "How did you find me? Wait, how did you even get in here??"

Varavex saw the moment when the recognition hit, it made he smile, but when he said her name her smile turned radiant "I told you to call me Vex, but I guess I can forgive you." She crawled down and sat there by him "I've spent years and years learning the old magic, to cross the worlds... just to find you again." Her tail showed and flicked back and forth contentedly "and now you can be my mate! My husband." She just loved saying the word, knowing that it applied now.

She wanted to show him her true form but this room was way too small and she didn't want to break his stuff. "This is and interesting lair you have, the bed is softer then anything I've ever slept on." Her eyes shifted back to their usual human ones as she looked. Everything just settled in at that moment and she just threw her arms out and practically tackled Alex, hugging him tightly and giggling. "I'm so happy! I have waited so long to find you!"

Alex got almost got the wind knocked out of him as she tacked him. "Ouf!" At least it was enough to undo the knot behind his back, freeing him from the covers. However then he felt her naked body press against him. Her skin was smooth and soft, and he blushed harder as he realized her bare breasts were pressing against him. He could feel her nipples against his chest, and his heart pounded a million miles per hour. To his horror, he felt his cock twitch, this was not what he had expected happening today! He had expected a nice quiet breakfast, not some dragon girl showing up in his bed of all places!!

"Uhm, I..." He stammers, hugging her back a little. "Should you not put on some clothes? I mean, you are totally naked, and, well..." What was he saying?! How did he get into this otherworldly situation?? "It isn't that you are not beautiful, but... uhm..." He stammered, unsure how to explain. Dammit, if she continued this, he would walk around with a hard on all day! Not to mention the giant dragon like elephant in the room, did she call him husband and mate?!

Finally he pulled away a bit, sitting them both up. However when he saw how her boobs bounced and jiggled so teasingly in front of him, he took the cover and moved it around her body like a toga. He blushed. "You need to explain this to me again, Vex..." He stood up, holding out a hand to help her up to sit on the bed with him. "Why are you calling me husband??"

The dragon looked at Alex and smiled so sweetly "By dragon customs, when we come of age, the female chooses her life mate, I choose you." Dragons would wait centuries for their right mate, once chosen there wasn't much that could keep the female from her mate.

"Husband is what a female calls her mate here right? So you are my husband." She stood and secured the blanket a bit better then walked over to him "Where you go I go. I could take you back to my world when I have my magic back, but that will be some time." She used her hands to cup his cheeks "I can give you long life and you will give me many hatchlings... when your ready." She hummed and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. "But for now, I'm going to stay with you, you once promised to show me what this world was like,"


A 24 years old man with an easily flustered demeanor, his reactions to unexpected situations are comical and often result in physical mishaps. He has a gentle personality, demonstrated by his willingness to help a crying girl in the park during his childhood. Despite being taken aback by sudden revelations, he shows patience and attempts to understand the situation rather than reacting aggressively. His modesty is evident from his discomfort at Vex's nudity and immediate request for her to clothe herself. Although not explicitly described, Alex's physical appearance can be inferred as attractive since he was chosen by Vex as her mate---dragons would wait centuries for their right mate, indicating that they choose carefully based on both character and aesthetics.

The dragon looked at Alex and smiled so sweetly "By dragon customs, when we come of age, the female chooses her life mate, I choose you." Dragons would wait centuries for their right mate, once chosen there wasn't much that could keep the female from her mate.

"Husband is what a female calls her mate here right? So you are my husband." She stood and secured the blanket a bit better then walked over to him "Where you go I go. I could take you back to my world when I have my magic back, but that will be some time." She used her hands to cup his cheeks "I can give you long life and you will give me many hatchlings... when your ready." She hummed and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. "But for now, I'm going to stay with you, you once promised to show me what this world was like,"

Alex listened to her, his mind seeming to slow down the more she spoke. Dragons, mates, hatchlings?! She had chosen him, but he could hardly remember a thing from back then. He gulped, watching how she looked all naked with only his blanket to cover her curvy body. Then she kissed him, her lips were soft, and her kiss was both sweet and loving. His heart did a double take, and it felt like that at any moment he could faint.

"Wow, uhm... That's a lot to take in, I need..." He took a deep breath, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "So you traveled to my world because I'm your mate? But we met when we were kids, right?" His head was spinning, he couldn't recall anything other than a few snapshots. What had he said to her? How could he have possibly won the heart of a dragon as a kid? He looked at her again, his eyes moving up and down her body. She really was beyond beautiful... "Do you have clothes?" He asked, hoping she would say yes.


A young woman with striking pale strawberry blonde hair that falls to her waist, and unusual green eyes. Her skin is nearly white and she has a fuller frame, including larger breasts compared to the other women in her family. She is literate, suggesting an intellectual curiosity or educational background. However, Lisette also appears to be somewhat timid and easily overwhelmed by unfamiliar situations. Despite this, she exhibits resilience when faced with adversity and tries to maintain her dignity and self-respect in challenging circumstances.

While her sister, Agnes, and her young neighbor, Sherri, were busy tending to the vegetable garden, Lisette was busy hiding in the tall grass reading a book. This didn't last though, because her hair was a very pale strawberry blonde and her skin was nearly white. Agnes seemed to always know where she was and liked to use her brown eyes to stare into Lisette's green ones. Thusly, she was digging around in the dirt looking for the stem of a white carrot as the sun began to slowly pass over the horizon.

"Agnes, I've had quite enough of this," Lisette snapped. "If we don't leave now, mum will have a roaring fit. I'm quite surprised father hasn't come about," she huffed, pushing an unruly strand of hair back.

Agnes in all her "I'm engaged so I know best" wisdom, looked over at Sherri and received a nod from the young girl. For heaven's sake, Agnes, a twenty year old, was taking advice from someone who was fifteen: three years younger than Lisette! The only difference was that Sherri was widowed by some French trapper. Huffing, Lisette stalked after the pair down the path that split and led to their respective houses. As Lisette and Agnes were walking, Lisette started to wonder what was so bloody special about Agnes and Sherri.

Sure Lisette had a fuller frame and could read somewhat, but she was hardly a troll. She wore the same ankle length, pastel color dresses that Agnes wore except she didn't have quite the same tan. Her hair was longer than Agnes' too! Not to mention, she had much larger breasts and was the only one except her mum with green eyes in the family.

Lisette was pulled from her reverie however, when she noticed the horses, or lack thereof. Father usually let the horses out around dinner time, but they were gone. Agnes gasped and pointed at the porch which Lisette had to squint at to see; it was her mum dead with her eyes open. Agnes ran forward, so Lisette followed her until she saw her father's body. Then her brother's body was found, but he seemed to have the most... lenient death. When Lisette heard a dull thud, she ducked, and then she heard and odd gurgling noise she'd never soon forget. Agnes was staring into the forest with an arrow through her throat. Lisette did the first thing that came to mind; she ran. She would run to the Edisons' house, tell Sherri what had happened. However, something caught her feet and sent her falling, knocking the breath from her lungs. She saw several pairs of legs before she blacked out.

Gray Wolf was stood over the girl with his brother White Fox and four other braves that had come with the raiding party. The white eyes had taken their lands, and built fences across the game trails disturbing their hunting. They had planned to take horses and jewelry and burn everything else. But as they stood around the pale skinned girl with her strawberry hair and her unusual green eyes that shown like fire, they were mesmerized by her beauty, and decided that Sleeping Bear's family, who had just lost a daughter to sickness were deserving of the girl. Therefore sleeping bear slung the unconscious girl's body over his pony and rode off to the village. Meanwhile the other two braves, drove the horses ahead of them to the village where they would become property of the tribe.

Gray Wolf had been engaged to Sleeping Bear's now dead sister Winding Stream and wondered if her family would even accept the girl, and if not what might become of her. The girls beauty was bewitching, and her feared that because of that fact, the elders might just order her killed. H e ransacked the house carrying away what jewelry he could find including wedding rings which he removed from the bodies, and a small silver cup engraved with the name Lisette, and after putting them in a sack made of deer hide, set fire to everything. He waited long enough to insure the fire would not go out. When he was satisfied, he rode slowly back to the village.

When he arrived he saw the beautiful girl being taken to Sleeping Bear's lodge. He was relieved that the Elders had not seen fit to have her killed. He put the sack of jewelry in with his belongings and then went to Sleeping bears tent to celebrate. When he arrived at the lodge, he was taken aside by Black Bear, Sleeping Bear's father. "Gray Wolf, Winding Stream was to be your squaw. Will you expect the girl with hair like fire in her place?" Gray Wolf didn't have to think at all. "I would be honored" he said. Black Bear then took the girl by the arm, and gave her to Gray Wolf to take home.

Lisette woke being jolted around by a horse in an unfamiliar place. There were women with little to no clothes on just sitting and talking to each other, and there were children running about stark naked! A stunned blush heated her cheeks as she was pulled from the horse and pulled towards some sort of dwelling where a few Indians lingered and looked at her. As soon as she stepped inside, she was sat down in front of nine wrinkled old men. The shock was beginning to dissipate and turn into terror. If it were possible, Lisette was paler than before as one lifted her chin with their cane and poked her stomach before beginning to speak in hushed tones. When they were done, they nodded to the corner and Lisette was dragged away.

For the first time since her coming there, she actually began to squirm in her captor's firm grasp, whimpering and trying to wrench herself free. When she was taken into a smaller dwelling, she was sat down again. This time, however, Lisette jerked herself away from the grasp of her captor and the older woman and man. Her voice was broken as she yelped at the woman's touch, but that didn't seem to deter her at all. Tears formed in the woman's eyes and she nodded to the old man, and he started talking to someone.

Next thing she knew, Lisette was being handed off to someone else. She began struggling in the man's grasp, mumbling protests as her eyes frantically looked for some sort of help.

Gray Wolf led her to his lodge and pulling back the dear skin that served as a door led her in and seated her at the small fire. he looked with disapproval at what she was wearing and began to cut away her dress with his knife. If this woman was to be accepted as his wife, she would need to be accepting of their customs and he had taken a chance accepting her. Only now would he see whether of not she was suitable. he could see the fear in her eyes, but that would need to be overcome, if she was to survive in the village, and as a woman, she would have little if any say in her fate.

Gray Wolf looked at the skirt and necklace that hung on his wall. They had belonged to his betrothed, and he intended the girl to wear them, as she would be Winding Stream's replacement. Everyone in the village would recognize them and understand his intent immediately.

Lisette immediately thought the man was going to kill her when he pulled out the crude knife. She was very nearly praising God openly that they weren't going to torture her. That joy all but ended when he started cutting off her dress. Lisette began huffing and trying to jerk away, demanding he release her immediately. By the time she was released though, Lisette realized her dress was cut to ribbons; there was no way she would be able to mend it. Her arms clung to whatever was left of her dress as she backed away from him.

Her eyes were glazed over with a hard determination as she blew a few strands of hair out of her hair. Of course, she didn't exactly ooze such self confidence. She was curled up, nude, in the corner of some stranger's home. "No. You understand that? No!" she huffed before flinching away like a startled animal.

Gray Wolf took her by the arm and hauled her over by the fire and sitting her down again, he pulled the remains of the dress from her hands and put it in the fire. Walking over to the wall he took down the skirt made of deer hide and beaded and gave it to her to put on. He made motions like wrapping it around his waist. He waited for her to comply, holding the small breast plate in his hands.

He watched and waited, wondering if force would be needed to gain her cooperation. He didn't want to hurt the girl, but he was not beyond a mild beating should it be necessary. He was beginning to grow impatient with her.

Lisette huffed in a childish manner and put on the small amount of covering offered her. She didn't want to obey, but she also didn't want to be stark naked in front of him. If that meant she had to wear what this man said then so be it. When she was finished, she hid her chest by crossing her arms tightly over her chest. From the look she was receiving, it appeared as though both of them were bound and determined to get their way. She took the top covering and somehow managed to put it on based upon what some of the younger females wore on their tops.

Once she was finished, she pressed her knees to her chest. Not a single day ago, she was laughing with Agnes, Sherri and mum. Now she didn't even know if Sherri was alive or not. Lisette decided immediately that she didn't want to know. The thought of seeing their bodies made her stomach turn as she tried to fix her hair while trying to remain modest. "Happy now?" she snapped.

Gray Wolf picked her up by her forearms and forced her to stand and pulled her arms from her chest holding them at her sides. he pert breasts poked out through the beads of her breast plate her nipples erect from the relative cold. He took her hand and started to walk her out of the tent. He wanted to walk about the village and let them see her with him. It was his cultures way of announcing that they were a couple.

He was very taken with her beauty and he knew that the other braves would be also. he wanted to mark her as his, before someone else attempted to make a claim on her. Later when they had been married they would mate and have children, For now though she would live with him as his betrothed.

Blushing mad with embarrassment and humiliation, Lisette begrudgingly let the man lead her around. Lisette was—in her definition—naked as a lark and being led around. Her head was hung in defeat while tendrils of her hair fell into her vision. Now she was beginning to see why the people back in England said the natives were brutish or even savage. For God's sake, her family was dead! Her neighbors were most likely dead too, and now she was a prisoner to these people.

She supposed, judging by the looks she was getting from the other Indians, that she was being "claimed" by the man who dressed her. At least being claimed meant she wasn't dead, but Lisette almost wished she were dead. She always hated being the center of attention; this was her own person circle in Hell. A few of the men were looking a little too close for her liking, and she cautiously pressed herself closer to the man who still held her hand in a vice-like grip. The physical, skin-to-skin contact she was so unused to made her jump back and gasp. It was then she realized with a blush how different they were from each other. His skin was much darker, and he was much more bold in his stride.

Her observation of the man, however, was cut short when the family from earlier walked up. The woman was appraising her again, and at every touch Lisette would flinch away until she finally bumped into the man who currently had possession of her. The woman continued to walk forward and pulled Lisette's hair down from its bun. Her hair fell to her waist and then she blushed deeper. The people seemed even more interested.

Gray Wolf held her out proudly on the end of his outstretched arm, turning her as if they were dancing for all to see. when a group of braves approached, as though they would take her, he pushed her quickly behind him, and drew his knife from his belt. Slashing and kicking, he drove them away, and then, as though nothing had happened he proudly resumed his walk.

When her hair had been let down by her adopted mother he nearly gasped. She was even more beautiful then he had imagined. His chest puffed out with pride. As they finished their promenade around the village, he tucked her safely under his arm and lead her back to the first lodge where she had been taken and then given away to him. They went inside and and sitting around the fire they were served a meal. She was seated on the left of him, just as every other woman in the room was seated with her man. The only exceptions were the maidens, who served the dinner.

As they sat and ate, Lisette was looking around at the families; at least this was familiar to her. Anyone that lived nearby on settlements ate together as a form of religious and familial coping. Married couples sat together while all the single ones served and... Lisette's train of thought froze as she started to look about at the sets of couples and then at the girls and then at the man next to her. She grew nearly two shades paler as she stared at the fire in front of her, her strawberry blond hair making a makeshift curtain to cover her wide eyes.

The food in front of her was no longer as appealing as before, and she was beginning to tremble. They wanted her to be this man's wife?! She didn't know anything about him, and they couldn't even communicate. This wasn't how it was supposed to be; the man was supposed to ask a woman for her hand not kidnap her, kill her family and make her strut around naked for an entire group. Lisette sat up and took small bites and kept her eyes lowered as she listened to warriors talk amongst each other and the women giggle quietly until a woman caught her attention.

"Name?" the asked woman asked Lisette is an odd tongue. All she could do was stare at the woman, lost. "Skipping Turtle," the woman explained to her with a slur of vowels. Dear Lord, was that her name? Is that what she was asking for. "My name? It's Lisette," she said quickly. Lovely, now they looked confused. "Lisette" she enunciated. "Turtle. Dove."

Gray Wolf looked at her, impressed with the fact that she had an Indian name. He held his hand to his chest and said "Gray Wolf" then moving his hand to her breast said "Turtle Dove." Then taking her hand placed it on his heart and again placed his on hers. The gathered he into his arms as though to protect her, he rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. This brought cheers from the others.

Without warning, two women came and got Turtle Dove and lead her away to another part of the tent, where she was again stripped of her clothing and dressed in a robe made of what appeared to be white gauze. it was very light in color and extremely thin almost but not quite transparent. and she was led away to a small tent in the middle of the village. "You stay here 3 suns" one woman said doing her best with English. "Not come out. Gray Wolf will come."

Lisette was already fairly shell-shocked when she was man handled again and then her nose was assaulted. Then all the other began to whoop and holler which made the situation worse and nearly frightened her to death. The final straw was when the women pulled her away from the only man—Gray Wolf—that she seemed to have had an alliance with. She was not given much choice either when she was undressed and redressed by the women she didn't know, and she verbally protested it though she doubted they understood her.

When Lisette was finally alone, she screamed in frustration and bit down on her finger until it bled. This was foolish; she was a mature woman. She should be able to carry herself better than this, she thought as she sat and wiped her teary eyes. The weight of what was happening to her had finally come crushing down. She sobbed until early into the morning. By then she was just lying on the cot in a catatonic state, not taking notice of when the women the women came or when they left. They would try to get her to eat or bathe, and she would merely roll over.

By the second day, she was somewhat okay, deciding she at least needed to keep herself alive for her family's sake. She stayed on the cot when the women came in, but when they left she'd eat and comb her hair. Then came the third day when she was swarmed by women and was put in another off white leather dress with a red bead necklace she supposed was meant to be symbolic for her hair. Then they started pampering her and dolling her up and it made Lisette's stomach turn; they must be readying her for her marriage to Gray Wolf. It was that one thing she most definitely wasn't prepared for, and then he'd want her to have children. Lisette fainted and was returned to the cot where she remained for the rest of the night while rumors were spread of her being "too frail" or "unhealthy."


A strong and bold Native American brave with dark skin and raven hair that he wears in a long braid. He displays leadership qualities, evident from his position as the head of the raiding party. His actions reveal a sense of decisiveness and assertiveness, yet he also shows a softer side when dealing with Lisette, indicating an underlying gentleness or understanding. Despite cultural differences, he tries to communicate with her and show care, suggesting some level of empathy or patience.

Lisette was already fairly shell-shocked when she was man handled again and then her nose was assaulted. Then all the other began to whoop and holler which made the situation worse and nearly frightened her to death. The final straw was when the women pulled her away from the only man—Gray Wolf—that she seemed to have had an alliance with. She was not given much choice either when she was undressed and redressed by the women she didn't know, and she verbally protested it though she doubted they understood her.

When Lisette was finally alone, she screamed in frustration and bit down on her finger until it bled. This was foolish; she was a mature woman. She should be able to carry herself better than this, she thought as she sat and wiped her teary eyes. The weight of what was happening to her had finally come crushing down. She sobbed until early into the morning. By then she was just lying on the cot in a catatonic state, not taking notice of when the women the women came or when they left. They would try to get her to eat or bathe, and she would merely roll over.

By the second day, she was somewhat okay, deciding she at least needed to keep herself alive for her family's sake. She stayed on the cot when the women came in, but when they left she'd eat and comb her hair. Then came the third day when she was swarmed by women and was put in another off white leather dress with a red bead necklace she supposed was meant to be symbolic for her hair. Then they started pampering her and dolling her up and it made Lisette's stomach turn; they must be readying her for her marriage to Gray Wolf. It was that one thing she most definitely wasn't prepared for, and then he'd want her to have children. Lisette fainted and was returned to the cot where she remained for the rest of the night while rumors were spread of her being "too frail" or "unhealthy."

The next three days passed slowly for Gray Wolf. He had made the necessary preparations for a bride. He had hunted, slain several dear and harvested the meat for the feast and used the hides to make a new bed roll and lined it with the soft fur of several beaver. It was soft, and warm and large enough for two and an infant as well, when it nursed. He also made her new night clothes from the hides of foxes, chosen because of the fact that they matched her hair. All were soft and very beautiful. For himself he made new loincloths and a vest so that he would look his best. Three feathers adorned his raven hair, which hung down his back in a single long braid. He stood before the chief and all the assembled village and waited for Black Bear to bring his bride.

Black Bear arrive at the tent with two maidens, one went in to retrieve Turtle Dove, and the other held a young pony, on a rope, the bride price. All was now ready for their marriage. The feast was prepared and the village assembled, they only awaited the bride.