A 13-year-old girl with a slightly nerdy and self-conscious demeanor. She's naturally slender, a fact she's not entirely comfortable with, often describing herself as 'lanky' or 'stork-like'. However, she has a well-defined backside that becomes more noticeable when she wears certain types of shoes or clothing. Liza has vibrant flamingo-colored hair which adds to her unique charm. She's intelligent and thoughtful, often analyzing her decisions in detail before making them. Despite being somewhat unsure about stepping outside of her comfort zone, Liza shows an open-mindedness to try new things and experiment with different styles under the guidance of her friend Jessi. Her sense of humor is present but tends to be on the sarcastic side.

"That's not actually how the ''ouch'' parts work," meant Jessi with a grin as she led Liza into the large mall. For such a small town, well, not it wasn't a small town but certainly not a massive metropolis either, there was a rather massive mall here. And a very bustling one as well. And unlike so many other such institutions of American capitalism, this mall was still going strong. "If you are not ready for it, physically, and he goes in, it's still ''ouch''. But don't worry, I don't think that will be a problem, not because of how I know you. And if he is rough with you, boys can be idiots after all, you will tell me and I will rip him a new one, so don't worry."

Not that he would be rough with her, Jessi knew about Eric's prowess and experiences in the sack. Looking around, Jessi tried to find a specific shop but then turned to Liza. "Okay, I'd say clothes first, then the more interesting part, okay?"

Liza nodded in agreement, "OK, let's try... that one!" she said, pointing at a random shop. The store in question was called Nature's Wonders. The place had a hippy theme, with lots of tie dye and hemp; posters of bands from the sixties and seventies; as well as crystals, geodes, fossils, turquoise jewelry, and other oddities.

At first Jessi had been only too willing to go along with whatever Liza would decide, but when she pointed out Nature's Wonders, she immediately regretted that decision. "Urgh, please, no. Trust me, no, not that one. It can be fun, but you don't want anything from there. The sixties are over."

Silently, Jessi hoped that this would be enough to stop Liza from going there. But in the end, it was up to her; Jessi would follow her.

"Oh... OK." Liza said, self-conscious, embarrassed by her poor choice. "Well then... maybe... shoes? Mine are getting kind of old." Lifting up her leg to demonstrate, Jessi could see the truth of that statement. The shoe in question was a simple canvas; perhaps it had been a vibrant blue once, but now it was faded to a dingy blue/grey; the sole was bare in places from long use.

"Afterwards, we can go to The Bunker." Liza hoped a shop that catered to skaters and punk bands would meet with her companion's approval. She'd have put that particular store well down the list of places to visit, but Jessi knew the mall much better than she did, and more importantly, Liza didn't want Jessi to think less of her.

The moment Liza reacted, Jessi suddenly felt bad again. And she knew why. Because she had ruthlessly shot down the first choice of the girl. Great work, Jessi, how about you kick her down and kick her some more and then spit on her grave as well while you were at it? Feeling self-conscious and a bit embarrassed, Jessi only nodded at the next idea. And she was right; she really did need some shoes. "Sure, come one. I usually get mine either online or at Fresno's, they have a great range of different styles."

Leading Liza to the shop in question, Jessi fell into step next to her and looked around the mall for a moment before then saying, nearly mumbling, "Hey, you know, you don't need to act cool or anything with me, okay? I like going to The Bunker; it's my style, at least a lot, but I don't think it is something you actually like, is it? Soooo... how about we just... go where you want, okay? Well, anywhere but Nature's Wonder. And also, no, to any stores from which I am banned." Not that there were any, but hey, Liza didn't have to know that.

Liza considered what Jessi said for a moment, "Well I'm not the only one here shopping, you should get to go places you want too. And besides, I want to be less me, so that means hitting shops I normally wouldn't. You're right about that place though, it's not floating to the top of my list." She sighed then, avoiding eye contact as she continued "The thing is... I've always been... you know, a nerd. When other girls were playing with dolls, I was doing science experiments or looking through telescopes. That means I've never been big into makeup or earrings, and I can count the number of times I've worn a dress on one hand; in short, I've never been super girly. Lately though, I've really, really wanted to be... and I have no idea how, but I don't think a place that mainly sells metal band t-shirts and jeans that come pre-shredded is the place to start."

"So, nothing wrong with being a nerd," replied Jessi with a shrug as she led Liza into the shoe store of her choice. It was a strange thing to see her go there; one would think she would buy her shoes in a biker store or something. But no, Jessi was surprisingly demure in that regard. As she walked through the aisles and began to pick out flat shoes which looked like they could fit Liza. "Since Big Bang Theory nerds are suddenly sexy, as horrible as that show is. Oh, while we are at it..."

She then grabbed a pair of high-heeled shoes out of the rack, holding them in front of Liza. "Let's have some fun, okay?"

"Yay, lady stilts! I can feel my ankles breaking already." A sarcastic groan came as Liza eyes looked at the high heels. "I don't suppose they make like a Low Heels or something? You know, kind of a starter shoe, and you work your way up to something taller, as you learn not to fall on your face?"

As Jessi had been picking out more ladylike shoes, Liza had been eyeing sneakers and athletic shoes for more everyday use, grabbing two boxes as she went. One box contained a pair of Sketchers that were very similar to what she had on now, only black, with neon pink trim and laces. The other held a pair of white Reebok hightops, with laces in sky blue. "Party girl, or innocent angel?" she asked, holding each box in turn.

"Don't worry, can't have my little girl friend break her ankles on our first outing, now can I?", asked Jessi with a smirk and a wink and still packed the shoes she had pulled out. It was just to have some fun, not to actually buy them; she just wanted to joke around a bit. Then she stepped up next to Liza, eyeing the offered shoes critically. "Hmmmm... why not try both? I mean, you can be both, right?"

Seeing something in the corner of her eyes, Jessi turned around and grabbed a box from a shelve. "Here, try these on, okay? I think they could fit you rather well..." She held up a pair of jeans, rather simple red, with white laces.

"Aren't those a little... I don't know, plain?" Liza asked, taking them in spite of her protest and setting them in the other boxes: "Hey, I have an idea, hold on a sec!" With that, she disappeared amongst the shelves for several minutes looking for something. When she finally returned, she held a closed box. "These are the exact opposite of anything I'd normally consider; when I look at them, my first thought is 'no way, not in a million years'... so I'm going to try them."

"You'll want something plain and comfortable now and then, but they are bright red and thus easily catch the attention of someone looking at you without distracting them," replied Jessi before Liza ran off. Waiting for the girl, the green-haired teenager looked around the shop for something else to pick before the younger girl returned, holding a closed box. After the explanation, Jessi looked at her and said, "Sooooo... God dammit, don't torture me like that, you're worse than my brother. Come on, show me."

"Ta da!" Liza cried, as she lifted the lid, revealing a pair of black leather boots that would easily reach her mid shins. "Look, they lace up along the inner calf, which is different and kind of cool; they're tall enough to give ankle support, which is what I like about the hightops; and here, the heel's raised up, so you stand like in high heels, but the sole is all one solid piece, so it's more stable, that way maybe I won't fall on my face. It's a little bit of everything!"

Holding out the boots to Jessi for inspection, a hopeful look crossed the girl's young face.

"Hmmmm..." A strange look passed over Jessi's face as she slowly took the shoes and inspected them. It was a strange sight to see her like this, her face scrunched up in concentration, as if looking for a flaw or something, as if this was a very important science. Finally, she slowly nodded and let the boots sink. "I do like them, but I'm not sure they are your style. But hey, there is only one way to find out, ehh?"

With a smirk now spreading over her face, Jessi turned around and practically dragged Liza to a small stool. "Okay, time for the test."

Sitting, Liza slipped off her well-worn shoes before taking up one of the boots. It took her several minutes of flexing, wiggling, and straining before her foot finally slipped into the proper place, showing her inexperience with such footwear. Once in place, however, she was able to lace them up quickly by placing her foot on her knee, making access to the lacing easy. "They feel kind of weird, I'm not used to having something wrapped tight around my leg like this, and I think I splashed my jeans in a puddle somewhere because the cuffs are cold and wet, and pressed right up against my skin. Of course, I suppose that wouldn't happen if I were wearing these in the first place."

Putting both feet on the ground, she took a deep breath, "OK, here goes nothing... one... two... three!" As she quickly stood, Liza blinked in surprise, suddenly finding herself at eye level with Jessi. "Wow, that's different!" she said in a hushed, wondering tone.

At first Jessi was a bit mistrustful of these new boots for Liza, but as she slipped them on, she already saw that perhaps the girl was on to something. "Hmmm, I'd say don't wear jeans with them. Or very skinny jeans. You have the figure for that. You can do it... hmmm, but I'd say stockings, no ''fuck me stockings'' or anything but high-over-knee socks and either a skirt or some sort of shorts, exposing a bit of skin but not too much... or skinny jeans. You could rock that look..."

And then Liza stood up and suddenly was at eye level with Jessi. For a moment, she just blinked at her, then grinned. "Well, hello to the club of impossibly tall hotties. On the right, you will find the bar stocked with boy-toys, and to the left, is our very own spa-area."

She chuckled at her own joke but then simply smiled. "Looks good. If you can walk in them, that is, and do not do it like me at first and stilt around like a new born giraffe..."

Liza took a few shaky, wobbling steps before reaching out and grabbing Jessi to steady herself. "I don't know what you mean by ''stilt around'', but I'm guessing that was it; at the very least, I certainly feel like a baby giraffe. What am I supposed to do, just walk on my toes or what?! As for skinny jeans, are you sure that's a good idea? After all, I'm already skinny, aren't you worried about my legs imploding into a bony, black hole or something?"

What Liza hadn't noticed was that Jessi had been right; the heels had coaxed her nondescript backside into a small, tight, feminine heart shape. A shape that would no doubt be further accentuated by just the kind of jeans Jessi suggested.

Jessi let out a small giggle at the description as she laid her hands on Liza's arms to steady her, to allow her to stand properly. "Don't worry, everyone at first feels like that. However, there is someone I wanna show you..."

Keeping one hand on Liza's arm to keep her standing in the position she was and the other using to push Liza's face to the side, she more or less forced her to peek over her shoulder to get a glimpse of her backside in the mirror that was standing there. "Girlfriend, you have a rockin' ass. You only have to work it, trust me. With the right clothing, you will have every girl jealous of you."

To emphasize her point, she cheekily reached out with her hand and groped Liza's well defined backside, giving her a small squeeze before letting go.

"Careful, if your girlfriend catches you doing that, she's going to get jealous." Liza teased, as she considered what she saw in the mirror. She was actually kind of shocked; she'd always pictured herself as lanky and stork-like, or maybe more like a flamingo given the color of her hair. What the mirror showed her was not only more curved and feminine than she'd expected, but it also brought to mind something more predatory, almost feline. "Wow, I think I've bypassed girly and am now heading toward vivacious vixen!"

For a short moment, Jessi felt a surge of jealousy rise in herself as she watched Liza and heard her words. Why did this girl already have such a nice rump at this age while Jessi had to wait another year or two before filling it out nicely? No wait, it hadn't been like that, it was just... well, Jessi didn't have an older girl taking her shopping for this stuff. She had figured it out herself and only later. Yeah, that's it.

Pushing down these thoughts and pushing down the thought that Eric would be salivating upon the sight, Jessi stepped back and allowed Liza to take a good look at herself and gain a rise in her self esteem before saying, "Well, I wouldn't go that far yet. But you're getting there... no tigress, but a cute kitten already. I guess you'll take these boots, right? Then let's find you something else, more comfortable for every day use."

"Definitely, these aren't exactly the kind of thing you'd wear day to day; well maybe someone would, but not me." Liza replied as she sat, taking off the boots, "So, we are back to our three choices. The Nikes are leather, which, unlike canvas, will help keep my feet dry when it rains. The only downside is they're white, which is super hard to keep clean, but the white shoes with baby blue laces are what make them so cute."

Reaching out, she grabbed the black and pink Sketchers. "These are basically what I'm wearing now, just with an awesome new coat of paint. That means I'll still have freezing, soaked, possibly frostbitten toes, but at least I won't have blisters as my feet get used to them. That brings us to your pick; they're still canvas, so same cold feet problem, but they're hightops which I like; they're red, which is eye-catching, if maybe not quite as awesome as the neon pink trim; all in all, they're kind of in between options A and B."

"Then take all of them," replied Jessi with a shrug and then a small smirk found the way to her face. "Look, you'll have different days with different moods. One day you'll just want something simple and comfortable; some days you'll want to say ''here I am, look at me''. Trust me. You'll want different shoes for different occasions."

"That would be too expensive, I don't want my dad to have a heart attack when he sees the credit card bill!" Taking the boxes, Liza sat the Sketchers aside, stacking the other two with the boots. "That's still probably more than he'd like, but..." Liza shrugged, then took the stack. "Come on, let's check out, we've got a whole day of shopping and the whole mall to explore. The Bunker's next, then I'd like to get a nice blouse, or shirt, or something."

Following Liza out of the shoe shop, after they had taken back whatever they hadn't bought because Jessi was that kind of nice and that kind of girl, the slightly older teenager began to talk about clothing and just about anything really. It was just hanging out with someone else, nothing specific, just having a bit of fun. And then she ended with the words, "...and thus, at the end of the day, boys are idiots. They like us getting dressed up, but they say that they don't, and they couldn't place a finger on what they like, but they know exactly what they don't like."

"Isn't that kind of true for everyone, though? I mean I couldn't tell you exactly why I like half the things I like, but more often than not, I can clearly tell you why I don't like something." Liza replied. In truth, she'd only been paying half attention to what Jessi had been saying, as she was constantly distracted looking at the various shops around her.

At last, they came to a shop who's facade looked jarring and out of place amongst its neighbors, which was perhaps the point. Where the other shops filled their windows with mannequins to display their wares, this one kept its windows perpetually covered with steel shutters, bedecked with layers of graffiti, The Bunker emblazoned large, in stylized letters of green and yellow, taking center stage. Likewise, the door was also covered, but not by shutters. Instead, the door was almost entirely papered over, acting as a kind of volition board, with fliers for various bands; small fly by night clubs that seem to close a few months after opening; and the occasional party of dubious legality. As it happened, Liza spotted a flyer for her brother's band taped to the door, though she didn't mention it.

"Now, then, into the den of the lion, or something..." Jessi wanted to step into the Bunker, a place where she had shopped often enough, but as she stepped forward, she spotted a flyer on the entrance door. The flyer was nothing special, just the usual she always saw whenever she came here, but she made out a face she had seen before. Jessi stopped and gave the flyer a good look over, then turned to Liza and said, "Say, isn't that your brother's band? He just rose in my scale of how desirable he is."

Not that she actually wanted to date him, but he wasn't her type. Which was strange because he totally was her type, but he wasn't... well, he wasn't Eric. It would only make things even more complicated, thus she didn't even entertain the thought.

"Please don't, not even as a joke!" Liza said, slightly panicked, before leaning in close to whisper in Jessi's ear, "Mark isn't exactly the most discriminatory person when it comes to girls, and I'd rather not see my brother going to jail. Seriously, how do you think your parents would react if they found out you were seeing someone old enough to buy their own beer?"

That was actually a loaded question, and Liza hadn't even had any idea just how loaded it was. A few days prior, Jessi would have most likely replied that her parents would freak out and call the police, but now... well, her mom would most likely be glad about it and encourage the whole thing, thinking it would make Jessi more normal. No chance, no way. Well, not that Jessi would actually say this to Liza, not yet anyway. And thus overplaying this conflict inside of her, she chuckled and waved the whole thing off. "Don't worry, I'm just joking with you. I will not date him... just blow him up and let him do me, okay? But no dating."

And before Liza could reply, Jessi had already turned around and opened the door, sliding into the Bunker. And no, she wasn't fleeing from the younger girl's response; why?

"Thanks for the mental image Jessi," Liza called to her friend's retreating back, "Really batting a thousand in that department today! I'll be in the food court when you're done."

Jessi, having her back turned, only heard Liza, who's voice sounded much the same. She missed the suddenly shocked and angry expression that crossed the younger girl's face and the way she stalked off. Liza was mad at Jessi, absolutely fuming, but when she tried to think it through, she couldn't figure out why. It was like the exact opposite of what Jessi had said before; she had no idea what she didn't like about the small bit of teasing Jessi was doing (and intellectually she knew that's all it was, the harmless, playful teasing of a friend), yet the fact remained she was upset, to the point of wanting to break something. "My sugar must be getting off point..." she muttered to herself.


A Caitten, a creature with feline attributes such as cat ears and a tail, with an appearance that's part-human, part-animal. She has green eyes and her body is small and underdeveloped. Her personality is defiant and stubborn, trying to assert control during the sexual encounter despite being overpowered. She also shows resilience in the face of discomfort or pain. However, she is naive or inexperienced in some ways; for instance, she believes that making Marcus climax first means she's won their encounter. This hints that she's young and lacks understanding of human behaviors.

Idaya grinned at no one in particular. How bad could it be? The grin froze on her face as she felt him enter her, his thick cock breaking through her plump, bald entrance, then forcing its way deeper into her. Invaded... she felt invaded. Her pussy clamped down hard on the invaded as she pressed her face into the ground to muffle her scream. Idaya's legs gave way automatically, trembling and collapsing wide open, making Marcus's cock the only thing to hold her on him. She was being impaled! But it felt so warm, so lovely and lusty... Idaya let out a pained screech as he suddenly thrust deep inside her. Her hands scrabbled weakly at her stomach, expecting to be able to feel the massive bulge there, though her tummy was as taut as ever. Mindless green eyes stared down as she tried to process the sensations, but all she could do was meow weakly, twitching, for the moment.

She was a Caitten! She couldn't just surrender here! With a teary, defiant look back at her foe, she bared her fangs and clenched her pussy hard, sweet juice spraying out the sides as she did so. Though her legs felt paralyzed with pleasure, her hips, at least, were able to grind her against him, her body gyrating to give him the unique sensation of her immature Caitten sex. "What's wrong?" she panted, pleasure rushing through her body. "Can't take it anymore?"

Marcus grunted as he felt her tightness practically squeeze his cock, pain and pleasure in equal measures shooting through his form. There was something incredible about this beast's cunt, the tightness, the wetness, the way her body twisted and quivered; it was entirely intoxicating. "Did I tell you you could speak?" he growled, pulling back only to thrust himself forward faster and deeper than before, feeling her body shake as his violent motion.

"I'll teach you manners yet, beast." Then, with all the effort he could muster, Marcus began thrusting in earnest. He moved inside her, fighting for every inch, fucking her from behind like a man possessed. He'd already taken a firm hold on her butt, keeping her rear end in the air and level to his pelvis even with her legs having given up. Grunts and groans of pleasure spilled from him freely, his entire body overwhelmed by the ecstasy he was experiencing from fucking her tight, underdeveloped pussy.

"Grrrr..." Who was this man to think he could tell her what to do? Her hips shook harder on him, not completely of their own accord. She was beginning to shudder, the hot pleasure racing through her body and making her ears and tail stand on end. Her nipples were so hard she wondered if they were digging into the ground she was pressed against, and her pussy, by the gods, her pussy! The insides of her thighs were wet with whatever stickiness could escape the thickness that plugged her right up, and each thrust caused a little waterfall.

She was but a plaything now, being used, fucked back and forth, hard. Her eyes were rolling back in her head without her even knowing, and only animal grunts came from her mouth now. Defiantly, or so she thought, she tried to spit at him, but only drool leaked out of her wordless mouth. Something was building up inside her, too, increasing in intensity with each thrust that pounded into her. Something was... Idaya's fuck crazed eyes went wide. No... what was this...!?

Faster and faster Marcus increased his speed, fucking the tight little minx as if his life depended on it. Every thrust ended up with him pounding at her cervix, his cock having reached the deepest part of her that he could, aching and throbbing with wanton desire that threatened to spill over and make him explode inside her. He held fast to her delightfully sweaty body, his strength, and the cock that practically speared her from behind the only things keeping her rear elevated, allowing him to use her insanely tight cunt to fulfill his deepest desires. Which is exactly what he did.

Grunting at the pressure, the pain, the pleasure, the everything, Marcus soon began to feel himself approaching climax. This only heightened his furious efforts, practically hammering her rear in a primal desire to find release from this intoxicating lust. His mind was hazy, numb to the world around him; the only thing he saw and felt was the small body attached to his cock, causing him such pleasure he'd never felt before. Then he could finally hold out no longer, the orgasm hitting him like a bull as he released his seed, pent up from weeks of marching without a woman's touch. He buried himself as deep inside her as he could, right at the entrance to her tiny womb, before his cum spurted out of him, flowing into her like an unleashed flood.

Hold out, Idaya told herself. All she needed to do was hold out. Still, that was far more easily said than done with his throbbing erection pounding into her. Her mind was already beginning to fade, the warmth in her stomach threatening to explode, and, as she closed her eyes and pulled her body close, preparing to hold on for her dear life, his cock gave its final, rough kiss to her cervix. "MEOOOOOOOOOOOW!" The flood of heat inside her, surprisingly, seemed to swallow her own heat right up. Thick, white sperm filled her tiny pussy, giving her a warm knot in her stomach and making her clutch her tummy harder. "Oh! Oh!" the Caitten moaned, her legs twitching, regaining strength.

This was a male orgasm... she had seen many of them in the past. And if he came, that meant... Idaya's eyes managed to focus, and a huge grin came across her face. She had won! She had won! If he had cum, that meant he was distracted! And she had won! Never mind that her cunt had been slammed until it was nearly broken. Never mind that he had shot what felt like a gallon of seed into her. He had cum first, and that was what mattered. Suddenly nimble again, Idaya's hips gave an adorable, taunting wiggle as she squirmed her way out of his slightly weakened grasp, the sweat on her body helping her escape. As she freed herself from impalement, the moment after her pussy popped off his cockhead gave him a tantalizing view into the depths of the girl he had just fucked, presenting a deliciously wet pinkness.

"Hah!" Idaya stood on trembling legs and whirled around, grinning. "I win, I win!" she chanted, doing a stumbling little dance, her legs not quite recovered. She began to move backwards, deciding to escape before another fluke happened. Her tight pussy seemed to taunt him with every bead of clear that leaked out,until suddenly, as Idaya stepped backwards, she froze. "Wh... wha...?" Her eyes went blank as her legs spread themselves wide. "Oh... what's... happening...?" she moaned, her own legs forcing her cuntlips to spread wide open.

"Ahhhh... nnnnghh... AAAAAAHHH!" Marcus's cum had been too much to contain inside her. With a deliciously quiet gush, cloudy white spurted out of her, pouring a small puddle onto the ground as the Caitten's legs shuddered. Another crying moan burst from her lips as the warm, sticky cum rubbed just the right spots on her lips, triggering her own orgasm to come out from hiding and explode. Idaya's fingers flailed at her own pussy, one hand trying to hold the cum in, the other smearing it all over her filthy little body.

"Im... possible..." she managed to pant, her two last audible words before all became moaning and sobbing with pleasure. Mindless, for now, the Cait Sith agent fell to her knees as she came, not even realizing how she had lost. Her knees caused a small splash in the puddle of cum they fell in, and her head hit the ground with a quiet thud, crushing one of her cat ears underneath it. Her tail curled protectively around her bald cunt, as if trying to protect it from itself, and Idaya fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, forced into unintended submission by her one powerful orgasm.


A dominant and assertive man, physically strong due to his ability to overpower Idaya. He has a high sexual drive and takes pleasure in asserting control during intercourse. Despite his lustful tendencies, he's also disciplined and capable of regaining composure quickly after intense experiences. He is a warrior accustomed to stressful situations. His decision to take Idaya as a captive implies a certain ruthlessness or disregard for others' autonomy when it suits him.

Hold out, Idaya told herself. All she needed to do was hold out. Still, that was far more easily said than done with his throbbing erection pounding into her. Her mind was already beginning to fade, the warmth in her stomach threatening to explode, and, as she closed her eyes and pulled her body close, preparing to hold on for her dear life, his cock gave its final, rough kiss to her cervix. "MEOOOOOOOOOOOW!" The flood of heat inside her, surprisingly, seemed to swallow her own heat right up. Thick, white sperm filled her tiny pussy, giving her a warm knot in her stomach and making her clutch her tummy harder. "Oh! Oh!" the Caitten moaned, her legs twitching, regaining strength.

This was a male orgasm... she had seen many of them in the past. And if he came, that meant... Idaya's eyes managed to focus, and a huge grin came across her face. She had won! She had won! If he had cum, that meant he was distracted! And she had won! Never mind that her cunt had been slammed until it was nearly broken. Never mind that he had shot what felt like a gallon of seed into her. He had cum first, and that was what mattered. Suddenly nimble again, Idaya's hips gave an adorable, taunting wiggle as she squirmed her way out of his slightly weakened grasp, the sweat on her body helping her escape. As she freed herself from impalement, the moment after her pussy popped off his cockhead gave him a tantalizing view into the depths of the girl he had just fucked, presenting a deliciously wet pinkness.

"Hah!" Idaya stood on trembling legs and whirled around, grinning. "I win, I win!" she chanted, doing a stumbling little dance, her legs not quite recovered. She began to move backwards, deciding to escape before another fluke happened. Her tight pussy seemed to taunt him with every bead of clear that leaked out,until suddenly, as Idaya stepped backwards, she froze. "Wh... wha...?" Her eyes went blank as her legs spread themselves wide. "Oh... what's... happening...?" she moaned, her own legs forcing her cuntlips to spread wide open.

"Ahhhh... nnnnghh... AAAAAAHHH!" Marcus's cum had been too much to contain inside her. With a deliciously quiet gush, cloudy white spurted out of her, pouring a small puddle onto the ground as the Caitten's legs shuddered. Another crying moan burst from her lips as the warm, sticky cum rubbed just the right spots on her lips, triggering her own orgasm to come out from hiding and explode. Idaya's fingers flailed at her own pussy, one hand trying to hold the cum in, the other smearing it all over her filthy little body.

"Im... possible..." she managed to pant, her two last audible words before all became moaning and sobbing with pleasure. Mindless, for now, the Cait Sith agent fell to her knees as she came, not even realizing how she had lost. Her knees caused a small splash in the puddle of cum they fell in, and her head hit the ground with a quiet thud, crushing one of her cat ears underneath it. Her tail curled protectively around her bald cunt, as if trying to protect it from itself, and Idaya fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, forced into unintended submission by her one powerful orgasm.

Taking in deep, ragged breaths, Marcus watched as the girl he'd just fucked silly passed out on the ground in a puddle of their joined juices. Through the haze that was already being lifted from his eyes, the Centurion glanced around at the 'battlefield', though it could barely be called that. The primitives had been routed, or indeed, as he noted, had been fucked into submission by his men. Still then, there were several of his soldiers laying unconscious on the ground, proof that they had apparently been bested by their own assailants. There had been no blood shed as far as he could tell, except for maybe a few earned scratches here and there. Whatever tactics these creatures used, it was at least enough to force them into a retreat, which is exactly what they did.

With shaking legs Marcus climbed to his feet, casting a glance down at the girl on the ground before him. For a brief moment, he considered having his way with her then and there, but shook the thought from his head. Now was the time to be a soldier again, and he had men to gather. Unclipping a signal horn from his belt, Marcus blew a loud note of regrouping and retreat, before turning to the ones of his men who had regained their senses. "Take prisoners, men," he roared, seeming entirely in command despite what he had just endured, "let it be known that the Blades of Abel do not go from a battle empty handed!"

He turned back to look at the passed out cat girl before, against his better judgment, he bent down to pick her up, slinging her across his shoulder after retrieving his spear. It would have been a waste to leave her, and while the conflict still raged on, it would have been nice to have something to vent his frustrations and desires on. This pretty little thing would do just fine. It was with a smile on his lips that he joined his men in returning to camp beyond the forest's edge.


A confident and assertive woman who enjoys taking control, especially in sexual situations. She has multiple piercings, including a vertical clit hood piercing and others around her genital area, indicating an adventurous and daring side to her personality. Genevieve also has a strong sense of self-awareness about her attractiveness and uses it to her advantage in asserting dominance over Jackson. Despite being dominant, she also shows consideration for Jackson's feelings and boundaries, suggesting she's both empathetic and respectful.

Genevieve looked at him. "Okay, all you hear is a woman saying that she is willingly wanting to fuck you, and vice versa. Am I not interesting enough for you, Jackson?" She asked before walking to the bed as she saw him have a cock ring and smiled. "Nice, I like the hardware, what made you want to get one?"

"Well I mean, I'm just nervous. It's been a minute." Jackson said as he smiled when she looked at his cock ring. "Well thank you. I snuck away and got it as soon as I turned 18. The girl at the tattoo shop actually fucked me right before." He said with a smile.

Genevieve looked at him and couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't be nervous. If you hate it you can leave. I will pay for a place for you and then you get a job to continue. If you love this, which you will you will beg for more. You will want to be with me way more." She said looking at him gently as he spoke about his piercing. She gently began to undo her leggings and underwear pulling them down slowly revealing her flesh. Climbing on the bed and spreading she smiled.

"Vertical clit hood piercing, two on either side of the labia and the one near my asshole and vagina. I got them through the years. I told you I was a piercing girl."

"Well, I've seen now that you know how to talk a big game, but can you back it up?" Jackson asked as he watched her spread all for him. "Well I guess you are game. So how are we doing this?" He asked softly.

Genevieve shook her head. "I can back it up. You know I can. But I think you are scared. You are presented a gorgeous woman. Who might be considered out of your league and you don't know what to do with it, do you?" She watched him carefully. "How are we doing this?" She repeated and scratched her chin playfully. "I want to tie you up and fuck you senseless. How does that sound?"

Jackson nodded softly before taking a step forward. "Well, I'll try it. Under one condition. Before you tie me up, I'd like to take a bit of control with you sucking dick and me eating you out. Deal?" He asked softly.

Genevieve looked at him gently trying to contemplate what he was saying. She didn't mind sucking his dick but control she didn't give. She was normally the dominant and his idea seemed foreign to her. "I am normally dominant in most relationships. IF you want me to suck your dick, fine... I could see myself doing it."

"Well I appreciate the willingness to suck a dick." Jackson joked with a smile. "Now, would you like to be on your knees, or would you like to have me lying down?" He asked with a wink.

Genevieve looked at him gently before standing and circling around him. "I think you lack the understanding of who I am, and what I do in my free time." She said looking at him as she propped herself on her knees. She opened her mouth gently and took his length in her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around him, pushing herself a bit further to get a deepthroat motion going before picking up pace with her bobbing on his length.

"Yeah yeah. Every girl sounds the same with a cock in her throat, so we'll see how dominant you really are." Jackson growled as he waited until his cock was in her throat before starting to thrust in and out of her mouth.

Genevieve watched as he said something cocky and he began to get a bit frustrating with his behavior. She played along for a little while before getting sick of his behavior. When she found the right moment she stopped and stood to her feet. "I don't work like that, you should be lucky I was giving you a blowjob. Now... you get a spanking for your behavior."

Jackson looked at her as she popped back up to her feet rather quickly and tilted his head. "Oh really? And what is that supposed to mean?" He asked as he stood back and waited for her to make another move.

Genevieve walked closer to him, giving him a push on the bed. "It means that I take charge. I think you need to understand your role here." She said grabbing the handcuffs off her bed counter and handcuffing him to the bed. "We might just even have to use this." She said running her finger along his penis and down to his anus. "But for now, I think you have work to do." She said as she climbed atop him and straddled him. "I do assume you know how to use yours, properly that is."

Jackson struggled against the chains with a grunt. "You know, I'm not sure I'm into all of this 'being someone else's bitch' thing." He said as he looked around, thinking that this meant he wouldn't be allowed to do anything that he wanted to do without asking express permission.

"You wouldn't be my bitch. Unless you want me to call you that." Leaning her face close to his, Genevieve smiled. "If you don't want this with me, I understand but then what happened here we will never all about it again. We will act as two civil non-sexual roommates. But if you do want this, you will never have to ask for sex again." She looked at him with a smile before kissing him, her heart pounded a bit in her chest.

"Well then we'll have to see where this goes. My only question is, will it always end up with me cuffed up like this?" Jackson asked as he kissed her back with a groan. He was mainly scared of her treating him like a demasculated pet out in public, if their relationship were to continue.

Genevieve looked at him and smiled. "No it doesn't always end up like this, do I like seeing you this way yes. Would you like it removed?" She asked him gently as she rubbed her body against his. "Even though I am wet and wanna play?" She asked with a wink.

God she was a little out there, but fuck she was hot, and Jackson was hard. "Well I suppose that I don't mind it this time." He winked as he kissed her back and decided to play along. "Oh mistress, what do I have to do to be freed from my handcuffs?" He asked as he pulled on the cuffs lightly.

Genevieve looked at him and rubbed her body against his more. "Fuck me. Then you will be released. I think you want that don't you. To slip your hard cock into my wet and aching pussy. Tell me you want it." She said as she rubbed her wet lips on his cock. Moving she positioned him over her lips. "Tell me you want it."

The thought of her riding his thick cock made Jackson growl as he gave her his answer. "Yes I want it. Ride that cock until you drain every bit of cum out of it." He said as he bucked his hips up and pulled on the cuffs, attempting to shove his cock in her on his own.

When he bucked with the cuffs Genevieve chuckled. "Someone is greedy. Someone is very greedy." She leaned down and kissed him. "You are also getting cocky again. I am here to guide you. I am here to show you how much fun we can have. Behave and you will get what you want." She said looking at him teasing him gently as she sat a little before lifting off completely.

Jackson felt his length completely enter her when he bucked his hips up. He whined a bit when she calmed him down and then forced his cock to once again meet the cold air. "Yes ma'am. Whatever you wish." He said, much like a dog who had just been scolded for pissing on the carpet.

Genevieve listened to his words and couldn't help but grin and smile at him. "That's right, you will do whatever I wish. I know you want this. Tell me you want this." She said lowering herself onto him slowly a moan beseeching the world. She looked at him carefully and nodded. "I will get off if you don't tell me how sorry you are for your behavior."

Jackson looked at her and raised an eyebrow. She was really about to make him not only beg to fuck him, but apologize like a bitch? This was crazy, but he did need to cum now that she got him all hot. "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry for my behavior. Will you please continue?" He asked.

Genevieve listened to him apologize and smiled. She then thrust herself on him before moving her body in an up and down fashion. She kept her focus on him as she leaned down and kissed him. "I am glad you are learning." She gave a small moan as she felt herself nearing an edge that she was most willing to jump off of.

"Oh my God your pussy is so perfect!" Jackson groaned as he did his best to follow her instructions to a tee, but to little avail, as his hips started to buck up involuntarily.

Genevieve listened to his words before kissing him and holding his lips hostage in a tangle of feelings. She felt him bucking up and she moaned as she began to feel her body hitting its peek as she leaned her face in his neck and held on for dear life. Her body pulsing and moving with her orgasm.

Jackson continued to thrust up into her pussy as his cock started to throb while his hands fight against the chains. "May I be released?" He asked, thinking he could at least grip her hips and take at least some control.

Genevieve looked at him and shook her head. "You are almost near an orgasm and you are trying to change things now. Wait my darling." She said as she placed her hands on his hip and continued to move her body on his.


A young man in his late teens. He is adventurous and open-minded, as indicated by his willingness to explore a submissive role in sexual encounters. However, Jackson can also be seen as somewhat resistant and independent, often pushing back against the dominant behavior of Genevieve. Despite this, he has a good sense of humor and is capable of being compliant when necessary.

Genevieve looked at him. "Okay, all you hear is a woman saying that she is willingly wanting to fuck you, and vice versa. Am I not interesting enough for you, Jackson?" She asked before walking to the bed as she saw him have a cock ring and smiled. "Nice, I like the hardware, what made you want to get one?"

"Well I mean, I'm just nervous. It's been a minute." Jackson said as he smiled when she looked at his cock ring. "Well thank you. I snuck away and got it as soon as I turned 18. The girl at the tattoo shop actually fucked me right before." He said with a smile.

Genevieve looked at him and couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't be nervous. If you hate it you can leave. I will pay for a place for you and then you get a job to continue. If you love this, which you will you will beg for more. You will want to be with me way more." She said looking at him gently as he spoke about his piercing. She gently began to undo her leggings and underwear pulling them down slowly revealing her flesh. Climbing on the bed and spreading she smiled.

"Vertical clit hood piercing, two on either side of the labia and the one near my asshole and vagina. I got them through the years. I told you I was a piercing girl."

"Well, I've seen now that you know how to talk a big game, but can you back it up?" Jackson asked as he watched her spread all for him. "Well I guess you are game. So how are we doing this?" He asked softly.

Genevieve shook her head. "I can back it up. You know I can. But I think you are scared. You are presented a gorgeous woman. Who might be considered out of your league and you don't know what to do with it, do you?" She watched him carefully. "How are we doing this?" She repeated and scratched her chin playfully. "I want to tie you up and fuck you senseless. How does that sound?"

Jackson nodded softly before taking a step forward. "Well, I'll try it. Under one condition. Before you tie me up, I'd like to take a bit of control with you sucking dick and me eating you out. Deal?" He asked softly.

Genevieve looked at him gently trying to contemplate what he was saying. She didn't mind sucking his dick but control she didn't give. She was normally the dominant and his idea seemed foreign to her. "I am normally dominant in most relationships. IF you want me to suck your dick, fine... I could see myself doing it."

"Well I appreciate the willingness to suck a dick." Jackson joked with a smile. "Now, would you like to be on your knees, or would you like to have me lying down?" He asked with a wink.

Genevieve looked at him gently before standing and circling around him. "I think you lack the understanding of who I am, and what I do in my free time." She said looking at him as she propped herself on her knees. She opened her mouth gently and took his length in her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around him, pushing herself a bit further to get a deepthroat motion going before picking up pace with her bobbing on his length.

"Yeah yeah. Every girl sounds the same with a cock in her throat, so we'll see how dominant you really are." Jackson growled as he waited until his cock was in her throat before starting to thrust in and out of her mouth.

Genevieve watched as he said something cocky and he began to get a bit frustrating with his behavior. She played along for a little while before getting sick of his behavior. When she found the right moment she stopped and stood to her feet. "I don't work like that, you should be lucky I was giving you a blowjob. Now... you get a spanking for your behavior."

Jackson looked at her as she popped back up to her feet rather quickly and tilted his head. "Oh really? And what is that supposed to mean?" He asked as he stood back and waited for her to make another move.

Genevieve walked closer to him, giving him a push on the bed. "It means that I take charge. I think you need to understand your role here." She said grabbing the handcuffs off her bed counter and handcuffing him to the bed. "We might just even have to use this." She said running her finger along his penis and down to his anus. "But for now, I think you have work to do." She said as she climbed atop him and straddled him. "I do assume you know how to use yours, properly that is."

Jackson struggled against the chains with a grunt. "You know, I'm not sure I'm into all of this 'being someone else's bitch' thing." He said as he looked around, thinking that this meant he wouldn't be allowed to do anything that he wanted to do without asking express permission.

"You wouldn't be my bitch. Unless you want me to call you that." Leaning her face close to his, Genevieve smiled. "If you don't want this with me, I understand but then what happened here we will never all about it again. We will act as two civil non-sexual roommates. But if you do want this, you will never have to ask for sex again." She looked at him with a smile before kissing him, her heart pounded a bit in her chest.

"Well then we'll have to see where this goes. My only question is, will it always end up with me cuffed up like this?" Jackson asked as he kissed her back with a groan. He was mainly scared of her treating him like a demasculated pet out in public, if their relationship were to continue.

Genevieve looked at him and smiled. "No it doesn't always end up like this, do I like seeing you this way yes. Would you like it removed?" She asked him gently as she rubbed her body against his. "Even though I am wet and wanna play?" She asked with a wink.

God she was a little out there, but fuck she was hot, and Jackson was hard. "Well I suppose that I don't mind it this time." He winked as he kissed her back and decided to play along. "Oh mistress, what do I have to do to be freed from my handcuffs?" He asked as he pulled on the cuffs lightly.

Genevieve looked at him and rubbed her body against his more. "Fuck me. Then you will be released. I think you want that don't you. To slip your hard cock into my wet and aching pussy. Tell me you want it." She said as she rubbed her wet lips on his cock. Moving she positioned him over her lips. "Tell me you want it."

The thought of her riding his thick cock made Jackson growl as he gave her his answer. "Yes I want it. Ride that cock until you drain every bit of cum out of it." He said as he bucked his hips up and pulled on the cuffs, attempting to shove his cock in her on his own.

When he bucked with the cuffs Genevieve chuckled. "Someone is greedy. Someone is very greedy." She leaned down and kissed him. "You are also getting cocky again. I am here to guide you. I am here to show you how much fun we can have. Behave and you will get what you want." She said looking at him teasing him gently as she sat a little before lifting off completely.

Jackson felt his length completely enter her when he bucked his hips up. He whined a bit when she calmed him down and then forced his cock to once again meet the cold air. "Yes ma'am. Whatever you wish." He said, much like a dog who had just been scolded for pissing on the carpet.

Genevieve listened to his words and couldn't help but grin and smile at him. "That's right, you will do whatever I wish. I know you want this. Tell me you want this." She said lowering herself onto him slowly a moan beseeching the world. She looked at him carefully and nodded. "I will get off if you don't tell me how sorry you are for your behavior."

Jackson looked at her and raised an eyebrow. She was really about to make him not only beg to fuck him, but apologize like a bitch? This was crazy, but he did need to cum now that she got him all hot. "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry for my behavior. Will you please continue?" He asked.

Genevieve listened to him apologize and smiled. She then thrust herself on him before moving her body in an up and down fashion. She kept her focus on him as she leaned down and kissed him. "I am glad you are learning." She gave a small moan as she felt herself nearing an edge that she was most willing to jump off of.

"Oh my God your pussy is so perfect!" Jackson groaned as he did his best to follow her instructions to a tee, but to little avail, as his hips started to buck up involuntarily.

Genevieve listened to his words before kissing him and holding his lips hostage in a tangle of feelings. She felt him bucking up and she moaned as she began to feel her body hitting its peek as she leaned her face in his neck and held on for dear life. Her body pulsing and moving with her orgasm.

Jackson continued to thrust up into her pussy as his cock started to throb while his hands fight against the chains. "May I be released?" He asked, thinking he could at least grip her hips and take at least some control.

Genevieve looked at him and shook her head. "You are almost near an orgasm and you are trying to change things now. Wait my darling." She said as she placed her hands on his hip and continued to move her body on his.

"Yes ma'am." Jackson moaned simply as his orgasm rose inside him. Something inside his brain made him ask for permission, something he never did. "M-may I cum now? And where would you like me to cum?" He asked.


A woman initially resistant but eventually submissive, indicating a complex personality that grapples with her desires and self-perception. She is physically attractive, given Dante's intense interest in her; she has plump breasts and a voluptuous figure. Despite her initial reluctance, she finds herself succumbing to pleasure. Her struggle between her physical needs and mental objections indicate a conflict within herself due to past experiences or personal beliefs.

Oh gods. Zehra was slowly becoming undone. When he let her hair go, she instantly pressed her face into the mattress, soft moans now pouring from her lips instead of death threats. Dante's balls slapping against her clit felt so much better than it should have. Zehra didn't even mind when he grabbed her hips and began to push deeper inside her body, a squeal sounding from her as a new bout of pain moved through her body, but pleasure accompanied it this time. The head of his cock was slamming against her cervix and she felt the sharp pains in the bottom of her stomach, but she still couldn't stop herself from moving her hips back into his thrusts. Zehra swears that her brain was starting to malfunction.

With her nails digging into her palm she shook her head and bit her tongue to keep from saying words Zehra knew she would regret. Her core clenched down on his cock as another burst of pleasure forced her legs open wider, opening her body as wide as it could go for him. Zehra didn't even see him as the man who brought her at some fucked up auction, but instead he was just the guy shoving inside her, making her feel pleasure and pain that her body seemed to like. Her climax was getting closer, and her mind was slipping away. "Please please please I need to cum! Please! Please let me cum!" Zehra's voice was muffled by the mattress and tears started to soak into the sheet beneath her just as she felt her own juices cover her thighs and drip onto the bed. Zehra hated herself, but her body's needs were stronger than her at this point.

Dante knew he had her where he wanted her and pulled out of her and uncuffing her hands. He lay down on his back and pulled her on top of him badly wanting to watch her bounce on his cock. Her plump breasts bouncing and jiggling even with the slightest motion he could only imagine what they would do when she rode him.

As he positioned her on top of him and slid his cock deep back inside her only now it was slightly easier. He looked into her eyes and seen the look of pure lust in her eyes his hands held her waist and he smiled "you wanna cum? Earn it" he bit his lip hoping her need to fight his was gone. He just wanted to please her now and her him. His cock snug inside her the head of his cock threatening to bust through her cervix. One hand reaching up and cupping her soft tit. Her nipples where hard and her juices continue to flow from her body onto him but he didn't mind.

Damn it. Zehra knew she should fight Dante. Now that she was free, she could literally scratch his eyes out. Instead, she felt empty without his cock, so when he lowered her onto his member, her bottom lip trembled and a pathetic whimper sounded from her as he pushed all the way in, gravity helping him get deeper than before. "Fuck." Another sob broke from her and she covered her face with her hands, hating how his deep voice seemed to make her drip even more.

Feeling a warm hand grasp at her tit, she began to move, letting instinct move her as Zehra began to move her hips up and down slowly, slowly adjusting to the new position. Fucking hell, he was so deep! Was it actually possible to break? At that moment, she didn't care. Her hips began to move faster, then used her thick thighs to start bouncing, every time she slammed down, hurt her deep inside Zehra's body, but pushed her climax closer. Oh come on, please?! The hand at her breast felt good, but she needed... more. A lot more. Moving her hands from her face, Zehra looked down at him and bit her bottom lip before she placed a hand over Dante's, squeezing her tit hard using his hand, moaning softly as her movements began to speed up.

Dante removed his hand from her tit after squeezing it for awhile and instead grabbed her throat allowing her tits to bounce as she rode him. His other hand slapped her ass continuously the sound filling the room along with her slamming onto his cock.

As she bounced up and down he began to meet her bounces with his own thrusts going into her even harder as she came down he went up making her tits bounce even more. "Ride that fucking cock tell me how good it feels" he said starting to get into it more and more as his cock continued to hit her cervix. He was her first but he knew he'd be her biggest. He wouldn't deny it but he started to get close himself though he was sure he could fight back the urge.

Soon, the stranger began to slam upwards on her down strokes, making her wince and forcing cries from her lips. He had moved his hand from her bouncing tit to her throat, and Zehra didn't know where to place her hands, but once he began to really fuck her, she placed them on his chest, her long nails scratching at his toned body. God it hurt so much! He was slamming against a barrier but neither of them cared.

As her tits began to bounce almost painfully because of their weight, he ordered her to tell him how good it felt, but honestly, words were failing her, until he began to almost punish her with his cock. Then she couldn't seem to shut up. "I hate it! It feels so good! Please please please fuck me! Dante! You're tearing me apart!" Her sentence ended in a squeal as he hit a sensitive spot inside her, Zehra's body nearly giving out right then. But she needed to cum. Fucking NEEDED it. Any trace of her smart ass or aggressive self was gone as she moved one hand from his chest and leaned back while still bouncing on his cock to start rubbing her clit so Dante could see Zehra play with herself as his cock completely ruined her for any other man. She was so close to climax, she could taste it, just beyond her reach, but getting closer and closer with each thrust, her core already milking the violent cock inside her while pleads and protests continued spilling from her lips, broken by cries and whimpers.

Dante growled in pleasure at her moans and pleas. Her pussy tightening around his large cock more than it already was. Her tits right in his face bouncing like crazy. The room was filled with the slapping sounds of their bodies colliding almost as if someone was clapping non stop. Mix in her screams and moans and Dante's growls it was truly good rough sex.

Dante had had enough playing around his hands grabbed her thighs and he lifted her up just slightly to where she couldn't bounce on her own anymore and Dante began slamming himself into her as hard as he could showing her poor hole no mercy and he'd do it none stop for several minutes. She was his now to please only him. His heavy cum filled balls slapped hard against her asshole as he ravaged her hole. "Ugh take this fucking cock you slut" he growled "keep telling me how I feel inside you." He said as she was still suspended in the air at his mercy taking his entire massive length and girth.

So close. So fucking close! Right on the verge of cumming once again, he grabbed Zehra's hips and stopped her movements for a second, but it was a second to long. Her green eyes flashed with anger again, and just before Zehra was going to cuss him out again, he began to destroy her. For a second, her face was frozen in a silent scream as pain started to outweigh the pleasure. Then her shriek sounded out with the rest of the harsh noises in the room as her climax moved through her like a tornado, violent and confusing, every muscle in her body locking up and tensing while she placed her hands on his, digging her nails into his skin. Fucking hell. Was he even human? Zehra swears he pushed past her cervix. She tried in vain to get away from him, but he had an iron grip and wouldn't even let her squirm. Her hips tried to buck against him, but still his grip kept her in place. "It hurts! It hurts! Please! Don't stop!" Zehra felt like she would literally kill him if he stopped. She would do damn near anything he asked, but she wanted... She wanted his cum. Zehra craved his cum, wanted to know what it would feel like to have someone cum inside her.

Zehra was basically a limp doll in his hands, her head tipped back, her eyes closed as her body slowly became liquid, muscle by muscle. Sobs racked her chest as he continued his onslaught of her body, his cum filled balls slapping against her ass like small spanks, making her hole clench with every slap. if this was what sex was like every time, she didn't know if she liked it or not. Let alone the man who was using her limp body like a pocket pussy. Her last brain cell seemed hell bent on being flooded with a new feeling. "Cum in me! Fuck my tight cunt! Cum in me! Fill me!" Crying out weakly, her stomach muscles were still tense and she felt every thrust inside her body, every throb, inch and vein of his cock.

Dante continued his onslaught of absolutely breaking the poor girl. Was it punishment for her disobedience or was the sex just so good that he was out of control? He didn't know but he did know that him stopping before he came was unlikely now. He screams sent pleasure through his body and now he began to pull her down into his hard thrusts doing what he thought wasn't even possible and that was fucking the poor girl harder and even deeper. His balls continuing to slap against her asshole, her tits and ass bouncing like jello on a plate.

Dante continued growling deeply and eventually felt the girl go limp in his hands which aloud him to pull her down and slam into her at the same time even easier now. She wants his cum? Wants him to fill her up? "You think you deserve my cum in you? " He said through gritted teeth every single one of his muscles flexed to its max as he used her as his sex toy. Dante continue this assault after her body went limp for another 10 minutes straight with no sign of slowing down though he knew even his orgasm was very very close though it had been so long he wasn't sure how much would come out of him. All he knew was she would sleep good tonight. "Tell me you love this fucking dick. Tell me you're glad to be here getting fucked like a rag doll" he said.

Zehra had been reduced to a whimpering mess on the man's chest, her eyes dazed as he continued to use her long after she was done. His growls vibrated through her until eventually whenever the primal sound came from him, she felt a shiver run down her spine and her legs clenched around his hips. Words lost all of their meaning, all she needed was to feel his cum. Her mind convinced her that all the pain she felt and the shame he put her through would be worth it, and she was to messed up to think otherwise. However, when he ordered her to tell him that she loved his dick and being used as a rag doll, a spark of herself came back, pushing the mindless look from her eyes.

Zehra wasn't a fucking fuck toy. She frowned slightly as her brain seemed conflicted. One part telling her that she was his now, to make him happy and obey so Zehra could feel his load inside her poor tortured pussy. And another half wanted to wage war on him, hit the smug smile off his face and leave this hell hole. Oh shit, which one did she do? Turning her head weakly, she saw his neck and a small vein pulsing with his exertion, and finally both sides of her mind agreed on something. Moving her lips forward, she began to kiss along the sweat slick skin of his neck and ignored how good it tasted. He tasted like... Male.

That's the only word that came to mind. Strong, greedy, prime male. She did pick up some other smells, sex being the most dominant, but also a dark chocolate kind of smell, along with wood fire. Shit, he smelled like fucking sin. But that's not why Zehra was here. She started to whisper everything he wanted against his skin as he slammed inside her, the pain sending sharpness through her stomach. Telling him how much she loved his cock, how deep he was, the painful ecstasy when he tore through her virgin cunt. Then suddenly she snarled "cum inside me." Before biting down on his neck, slamming her hips down until her clit brushed against his groin just above his cock, taking every last bit inside her while her hole greedily worked at milking his dick.

Dante let out one final thrust into the girl as well as one final grow as he could no longer hold back his load. His dick twitched deep inside her as his balls emptied every drop of cum he had in them. Dante grabbed the back of her head pressed her lips onto his as he emptied himself into her. Once empty Dante lay there, heavy breathing, sweat pouring across his face, struggling to catch his breath but it didn't last and with one deep inhale Dante was sitting up on the bed leaving her on the bed.

"Now then" Dante said "are you going to behave now?" He asked her cooking his head to the side. "I know you gotta be hungry and you could use a walk around the mansion whenever you're ready to move" he added with a smirk as he stood up and threw on a robe that was hanging up beside the bed and tossing the other to her to cover herself up. She could tell the fabric was soft and made of silk.

Grunting softly as he pushed her off him and sat up, Zehra felt bloated and in so much fucking pain. Her brain lied to her. Kind of. Piece of shit. It did feel... Nice. She felt content and satisfied. But was it worth the pain that was screaming in her lower stomach and between her legs? Uh, no. No it was not.

Zehra couldn't help the weak scoff the pushed past her lips when Dante asked if she was going to behave. Cute. She was going to deny that she was hungry, then suddenly her stomach chose that moment to growl. Right. She wanted a refund on her body. Rolling over to lay completely on her back, she gingerly touched her lower stomach and was slightly horrified at feeling a small, firm curve then watched as the small amount of pressure pushed cum spilling from her entrance. Jesus Christ, how much did he cum?!

"Um. Yeah. You look at me and tell me when the fuck I'm able to move." Rolling her eyes, Zehra made a joke but was a little worried. She could barely feel her legs, even moving them to cover her bare pussy was a chore before he threw the robe on her. The fabric felt nice along her sensitive skin and she allowed herself to enjoy it for a moment before reluctantly look up at him again. She hated his damn eyes. "In case you hadn't realized, I was just fucked for the first time ever. My body is in pain and I believe you should be castrated." She offered her sweetest smile, but couldn't deny he was so fucking handsome. Did he have work or something done? But she knew it was all natural. Damn it. She was hoping to tease him about something.


A dominant and assertive man, taking control of the situation and leading the encounter with Zehra. He derives pleasure from both giving and receiving, indicating a possible sadistic streak. He's physically fit. His desire to watch Zehra's reactions shows that he is visually stimulated and enjoys observing his partner's responses during their intimate moments.

Grunting softly as he pushed her off him and sat up, Zehra felt bloated and in so much fucking pain. Her brain lied to her. Kind of. Piece of shit. It did feel... Nice. She felt content and satisfied. But was it worth the pain that was screaming in her lower stomach and between her legs? Uh, no. No it was not.

Zehra couldn't help the weak scoff the pushed past her lips when Dante asked if she was going to behave. Cute. She was going to deny that she was hungry, then suddenly her stomach chose that moment to growl. Right. She wanted a refund on her body. Rolling over to lay completely on her back, she gingerly touched her lower stomach and was slightly horrified at feeling a small, firm curve then watched as the small amount of pressure pushed cum spilling from her entrance. Jesus Christ, how much did he cum?!

"Um. Yeah. You look at me and tell me when the fuck I'm able to move." Rolling her eyes, Zehra made a joke but was a little worried. She could barely feel her legs, even moving them to cover her bare pussy was a chore before he threw the robe on her. The fabric felt nice along her sensitive skin and she allowed herself to enjoy it for a moment before reluctantly look up at him again. She hated his damn eyes. "In case you hadn't realized, I was just fucked for the first time ever. My body is in pain and I believe you should be castrated." She offered her sweetest smile, but couldn't deny he was so fucking handsome. Did he have work or something done? But she knew it was all natural. Damn it. She was hoping to tease him about something.

Dante laughed and walked over to the dresser pulling out a vial of light blue serum and tossing it on the bed. "You can trust me and drink that or you can think it's a trick and lay there in pain it's your choice" he said making eye contact with her as he tied off his robe in the front. "That is soothing serum it'll take away all the pain in an instant and in case I broke anything it'll be healed in under 5 minutes. Please understand I only fucked you like that to show you that I could. I promise you when I say this if you behave your time here will be much much more pleasant" he said as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Dante rubbed his shoulder a little but and laughed "call this a bribe if you'd like but good behavior does come with its perks. This is a mansion" he said matter of factly "yes there's a Olympic sized pool, there's a full movie theater with anything you'd wanna watch, servants that'll do whatever you need all but allow you to escape of course, anything you need or want? It's here. " he said softly looking over at her now his expression much softer than before.


A man who appreciates the finer details of sensuality, with an expressive nature that allows him to communicate his desires openly. He is patient, savoring every moment of pleasure and not rushing the experience. His physical hardness indicates a strong, virile physique and his ability to resist immediate gratification speaks volumes about his self-control. Despite being caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, he adapts quickly, showcasing his flexible nature. His deep connection with Emily, coupled with their shared interest in gaming, suggests an open-minded personality and a willingness to explore new experiences.

John had to admit, he wasn't sure if it was the fact he hadn't been laid in several months, or it was the fact that in this moment she was being incredibly sexy and sinful, but at this moment he was harder than he remembered ever being. It was probably a combination of both, but all he could think about was her, the way she moved, kneeling on the floor between his legs, and he was already about to burst.

"Holy fuck Emily." His voice was a whisper, as if anything louder would break the moment and it would all be over. He knew she was teasing him, running her hands long his legs and thighs, trying to draw out the moment as long as she could. As much as he wanted to feel those soft lips on him, he was enjoying the moment far too much to let it end quickly. Because of their friendship he had never really looked at her like this, but in this moment, all he could see was a sexy creature who seemed to enjoy this as much as he was.

"Slowly Emily. Let's savor this together. I want to see just how far you are willing to take this." He sighed out as her hands slowly moved up his thighs inching closer and closer to the bulge hidden within his jeans he had to admit to himself he never expected this moment to happen, but damned if he wasn't about to enjoy it.

Emily smirked as she felt him tensing as teased him with his prize. She lost but she enjoyed the reason she lost. Her hands trailed up his jean clad thighs just stopping before his bulge. She wanted him to go almost crazy with wanting her just as much as she wants him. She licked her lips slowly, seductively as she slowly reached for his zipper. Yes, she wanted him, and this moment needed to be drawn out as much as possible. She bit her lower lip as her fingers slowly opened the button on his jeans. The main title music for her game was playing in the background, almost setting the mood for this, as they were both gamers and had been for years, it just seemed appropriate.

She smirked after she popped the button on his jeans with her index and thumb before using her teeth to grip the zipper of his jeans and gently pulling it down. Her green eyes staring up at his face as she leaned back on her heels. Leaning back, she let go of the zipper with a soft pop sound before grabbing her t-shirt and pulling it up over her head, leaving her breasts bare before him. Soft porcelain-colored orbs, with dusty rose-pink nipples, that were hard and almost begging to be touched as she leaned forward to slowly fish out his cock.

As it popped free from his jeans and boxers, she gasped softly at the size of him not fully hard. Fuck, he was going to be big and she wanted to taste him. She took the tip of her tongue and ran it up the length slowly. He tasted slightly salty, musky, and hot. God, she wanted him. Swirling her tongue slowly around the head of his thick cock, she was enjoying the slow build up of teasing him. She wanted him to pant, to beg for her to swallow his length.

She teased him a bit longer as she flicked her tongue over the large vein that runs up the length of his shaft before she lifted her head up and stared into his eyes before dropping her head to take in his head, all while her eyes stayed focused on his. She slowly sunk her head down to take him in slowly, savoring the taste and texture of his cock on her tongue.

John couldn't believe this was happening. All the years they had joked about this, teased and poked each other about this very thing, and now here they were, actually following through on one silly bet. He continued to watch her slowly move her hands up his legs, finally reaching the button and releasing his jeans. Then she continued to tease more, slowly dragging the zipper down as she keep her eyes locked to his. He felt like he was about to blow already, the very scene like something right out of a movie.

He kept his eyes locked to hers, only letting them drift down when she pulled off her top and let her bare breast out to the open air. He licked his lips, craving to taste those rose nubs on her chest, wanting to grip them in his teeth and her her moan out. Right now he wanted her more than he had ever thought he could want anyone.

Her soft gasp brought his attention back to her eyes, watching her reaction to his cock as she fished it out. He was hardening, nearly fully hard, and the way she teased with her tongue, he was only getting harder. "Emily..." Her name came out in a breathless moan, his eyes rolling back as she continued to swirl her tongue along his length. "Fuck... i can't wait anymore."

As her lips engulfed the head of his shaft, he reached down, running fingers through her hair and he brought his gaze back to hers. The sight of her slowly swallowing his length like it was her favorite piece of candy was amazing, and nearly made him blow right there. "That feels amazing. Please, more..." His breath was hitching, coming in short gasp already. He wasn't sure how much of this he was actually going to be able to take. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten a blowjob this good, and she had just gotten started.

All the teasing had led up to this moment, this seemed to be the only logical choice. A silly bet started this entire thing, who knew what this could lead too. Emily smirked as she looked up at him again as he spoke her name, almost whisper like as if this were not happening. A fever dream perhaps? She was not sure what caused her to make this bet and lose the level. It did not matter all that mattered was that now she had him under her, moaning, barely able to think or talk as she toyed with his cock.

His fingers in her hair as she made a soft groaning sound, her eyes flutter open as she stared up at his eyes, as she slowly lowered herself down to where her nose touched his shirt covered stomach. She took his entire length into her mouth and tried to swallow around his length causing her throat muscles ripple around him. She pulled back up slowly not letting his cock release from her mouth as she gave him a soft smirk with her eyes before quickly lower her head to engulf his length once more.

Her fingers curled and gripped his jeans as she started to bob up and down, sometimes only going half of his length other times going to take him in completely. Her eyes close as she takes in his entire length and open when she pulls back. Watching his reactions, listening for his breathing, how his body wiggles as she finds his perfect rhythm and what he seemed to enjoy the most.

John wasn't sure if it was the fact that it had been a while since his little friend had seen any action, or the fact the woman before him was currently blowing both his heads was his best friend, but everything seemed heightened in this moment. The softness of her lips, the warmth of her breath, the way her tongue swirled around him as she started to push herself deeper, all of it was pushed to another level during this whole scene. He would never understand what made him offer that bet, but he certainly wasn't going to complain now that this stunningly beautiful woman was on her knees in front of him.

Several soft moans escaped his lips as she continued, changing to a loud gasp as he felt her throat around the end of his length. Not only was she currently sucking him, but deep throating as well. He now realized why all of her boyfriends preciously seemed to have such dumb grins after their visits. Hell, at this rate he was going to join them. As he felt her slowly rise, he looked down, his breathing heavy as she started to bob, trying to find the rhythm that worked for him.

He gave a audible hitch to his breath as she sucked hard on the tip, a slight popping sound as she let go before pulling him back into the amazing cavern of her mouth. "Fuck me Emily. I had no idea you were this good. I feel like I could cum any moment from this." Between that devilish tongue working along the underside, and her mouth sucking on him as if letting go would be the death of her, he was in pure heaven. He pulled his own shirt up and off, joining hers before reaching down again.

"God damn, I... Emily... you gonna... I'm going to." He was sputtering the words, trying to warn her he was getting extremely close to letting go. It was taking everything he had not to blow right at that moment.


A woman of captivating allure, with her green eyes and porcelain skin complemented by the dusty rose color of her nipples. Her confidence radiates through every action she takes, from the way she teases John to how she maintains eye contact during their intimate encounter. She's playful yet seductive, using her loss in a bet as an opportunity to create a steamy situation. Her ability to give pleasure confidently while maintaining control suggests a dominant streak in her personality. As an avid gamer like John, she knows how to strategize and take calculated risks, which speaks volumes about her adventurous side.

All the teasing had led up to this moment, this seemed to be the only logical choice. A silly bet started this entire thing, who knew what this could lead too. Emily smirked as she looked up at him again as he spoke her name, almost whisper like as if this were not happening. A fever dream perhaps? She was not sure what caused her to make this bet and lose the level. It did not matter all that mattered was that now she had him under her, moaning, barely able to think or talk as she toyed with his cock.

His fingers in her hair as she made a soft groaning sound, her eyes flutter open as she stared up at his eyes, as she slowly lowered herself down to where her nose touched his shirt covered stomach. She took his entire length into her mouth and tried to swallow around his length causing her throat muscles ripple around him. She pulled back up slowly not letting his cock release from her mouth as she gave him a soft smirk with her eyes before quickly lower her head to engulf his length once more.

Her fingers curled and gripped his jeans as she started to bob up and down, sometimes only going half of his length other times going to take him in completely. Her eyes close as she takes in his entire length and open when she pulls back. Watching his reactions, listening for his breathing, how his body wiggles as she finds his perfect rhythm and what he seemed to enjoy the most.


gender: female; age: 18; Hero name: Soleil; Quirk: Light Manipulation. Personality: Friendly, patient, observant, intelligent, dedicated to her studies, confident but not attention-seeking. She has a sense of humor and enjoys light-hearted interactions. She is focused on her goals and takes pride in her achievements. Appearance: Short, with short legs, and described as blending into the background. She has stray hairs that she tucks behind her ears.

Emiko waved away his apology with a smile of her own as she peered upwards at him. "I wasn't waiting that long. I had just finished my coffee when you arrived, so you haven't been keeping me waiting at all." She would admit it was a little odd seeing Bakugo smile, especially considering what she remembered of him from their youth but it was a nice change from the short-tempered hero she remembered.

"It's okay if you don't remember me right away, I tend to blend into the background sometimes. But yes, I'm the one Tokoyami doesn't like fighting against. Trust me, Kuroiro doesn't like training against me either since I can dispel most of his shadows but our teacher loves pitting us against each other during training." She said with a small laugh, tucking some stray hairs back behind her ears.

"Ready when you are." She chirped, glancing quickly at her phone. She had messages from both Kendo and Tetsutetsu wanting to know if she had made it to the meeting spot safe, though Tetsutetsu also wanted to know if Bakugo had yelled at her yet. With a soft smile, she quickly answered them back before tucking her phone away as Bakugo pushed away from the railing he had been leaning against.

As Bakugo headed down the sidewalk, Emiko hurried to catch up with his longer stride, her short legs working their hardest. Though she would admit one of the perks with walking behind Bakugo was that he made it a lot easier for her walk through a crowd. People generally didn't notice she was there and normally she had to push her way through so this was a nice change. "So how are your studies going?" She asked as she reached his side.

Bakugo looked over at her when she caught up to his side and he heard her ask him a question. She was going to be more talkative than his normal patrol partner, though he had no issue with that. He actually found his normal partner boring to hang out with. He turned his attention back to where he was going so that he wouldn't walk into anyone without meaning to. He could part the crowd easily, most people opting to get out of his way since they recognized him as a hero on patrol. Then when you added in his size it really was no surprise that they would choose to.

"They are going pretty good actually. I know most people wouldn't think it by looking at me, but I have some of the best test scores in the class. It really didn't help that with my explosive attitude, most people thought I was stupid." He said as they stopped at a light with a small crowd of people. "How are they going for you?" He asked as he looked over in her direction. It allowed him to watch her for a moment and keep an eye on the light so that he could see when it changed. Thankfully most people were heading home from work right now, so the streets would start to clear out a little more.

As he looked at her, it suddenly struck him that he remembered at least part of her name. "Is Emiko your first or last name? We haven't had any training with 1-B in a while, and I really am terrible with names?" He asked as the light changed and he started to walk with the crowd again. Even with him keeping his eye out for anything going on, it was clear she had his attention with the way he tilted his head to be able to see both her and the street. He would never admit it, but he remembered her name after hearing Mineta going on and on about the girls of class 1-B. He was amazed that little perv hadn't been kicked out yet.

"My studies are going really well. I'm learning a lot at Mirko's agency and my test scores aren't that bad either. Kendo is still ranked number one of course, but I'm quickly closing in on second place." She said with a proud smile as she kept pace with him through the street. Staying by his side certainly made it easier to walk through a crowd since a lot of people parted to make way for him, a completely different experience than what she had whenever she was patrolling or just walking through the city in general.

As they waited for the light to change, she blinked up at him in surprise, a little shocked that he had remembered any part of her name at all. She tended to blend into the background, with her other classmates like Kendo or Tetsutetsu taking the spotlight. She didn't mind it though, she found it was a lot easier to observe people when they didn't realize she was there.

"Emiko is my first name. Mizuki is my last name, but I don't really mind which one you call me." She replied with a small shrug, following after him into the crowd. Though the amount of people were thinning as more and more retired to their homes, she knew that there would still be some people out after dark, especially once they got closer to where the bars were situated.

Bakugo looked over at her when she said that she was closing in on number two. "Kendo, that's the ones who can make her hands huge right? I have seen her slap that loud mouth blonde you guys have with it a ton." He said as he looked over at her. "I am usually in third, but that's because I have Momo and Iida to deal with. Momo is always going to be number one, but I am not really all that far behind Iida." He explained. He was sure she might know who the two of them were. Considering they were both two of the more recognizable of his classmates.

He was watching a pair of guys for a moment when she said what her name was. It tore his attention away since while they might have been shady looking, they hadn't done anything wrong. Though he would remember them to keep an eye on for later if something came up. "I will remember that, though I think I will end up calling you Emiko more unless I need to refer to you as a hero. Then it will be Soleil, which I like considering what your quirk does." He said as he turned his attention back to the sidewalk they were on.

He looked up to see that they were getting closer to the bars and he tsked at that. "You have made it to the third year, so I won't question that you know how to take care of yourself. Keep a close eye out though, not sure if you have patrolled this area before but working with Endeavor we get it often. A lot of people try to pickpocket the drinks coming out of bars. That doesn't even include dealing with the drunks themselves. Turned one over to the cops the other night because we caught him trying to follow a waitress home." He said as he pointed out that while they were several streets away from a few bars, they were getting closer.

"Ah yes, Monoma. He does have a tendency to let his mouth get the better of him, especially when he's feeling extra competitive. Kendo is definitely the best in dealing with him, since she can just slap her hand over his mouth and carry him off. I will say he has calmed down a bit since we were younger, but the drive to be the best hasn't died at all, he's just a bit quieter in expressing it." Emiko said with a small laugh. She nodded when he mentioned Momo and Iida, recalling the two heroes he was talking about.

"Emiko is fine with me. Some in Class B call me that, though there are few that insist on calling me Mizuki. But like I said, I'm not too picky about what you choose to call me. You prefer Bakugo right?" She asked, remembering that Deku would often call the tall blonde Kacchan, but she didn't think he would appreciate her calling him such a nickname.

At his warning about the area they were in, she straightened up slightly, gaze becoming sharper as she took a glance around the area. "I haven't patrolled this area before, but I have heard that there have been several disturbances here with the people that frequent the area. I'll keep an eye out." She promised as they drew closer and closer to the bars. She wasn't a stranger when it came to the drunken crowd; patrolling with Mirko, the two of them had run into a few problems with drunks trying to be a little too friendly with them and others in the area, so she definitely knew how to handle herself in that type of situation.


gender: male; age: 18; Hero Name: Dynamight; Quirk: Explosion. Personality: Serious, focused, determined, somewhat introverted. He is intelligent and performs well academically despite his explosive attitude. He may come off as gruff or short-tempered but is amiable with those he feels comfortable around. He is observant and vigilant, especially in his role as a hero. Appearance: Tall and imposing, with a size that commands attention. He has a strong presence and can easily part crowds due to his hero status and size.

Bakugo looked over at her when she said that she was closing in on number two. "Kendo, that's the ones who can make her hands huge right? I have seen her slap that loud mouth blonde you guys have with it a ton." He said as he looked over at her. "I am usually in third, but that's because I have Momo and Iida to deal with. Momo is always going to be number one, but I am not really all that far behind Iida." He explained. He was sure she might know who the two of them were. Considering they were both two of the more recognizable of his classmates.

He was watching a pair of guys for a moment when she said what her name was. It tore his attention away since while they might have been shady looking, they hadn't done anything wrong. Though he would remember them to keep an eye on for later if something came up. "I will remember that, though I think I will end up calling you Emiko more unless I need to refer to you as a hero. Then it will be Soleil, which I like considering what your quirk does." He said as he turned his attention back to the sidewalk they were on.

He looked up to see that they were getting closer to the bars and he tsked at that. "You have made it to the third year, so I won't question that you know how to take care of yourself. Keep a close eye out though, not sure if you have patrolled this area before but working with Endeavor we get it often. A lot of people try to pickpocket the drinks coming out of bars. That doesn't even include dealing with the drunks themselves. Turned one over to the cops the other night because we caught him trying to follow a waitress home." He said as he pointed out that while they were several streets away from a few bars, they were getting closer.