An attractive woman with a stylish bob haircut featuring light brown highlights in her brunette hair. She wears a sleeveless black dress with a deep v-neck, showing off her cleavage, along with a navy blue scarf, and black high heels. Although she has put effort into her appearance for the blind date, she feels like a china doll and prefers to be more modest. Elizabeth comes across as friendly and open to new experiences but can be cautious when meeting new people.

"Well, not illegal is good." Elizabeth was a little surprised when the man stretched out his hand. It was such a friendly gesture for someone she had just met. But she had promised Jessica she wouldn't over analyze everything and that she would just "go with it" and see where the date would take her. Well, Jessie had a few more choice, raunchy ideas for what she should do on the date. But she wouldn't go there, in thought or action. "Me?" She set her hand in his hand and felt a shiver roll down his spine. "Oh, I don't do anything special. I am a secretary at a local medical complex. I don't do any of the coding or work with patients, just work at the front desk and direct people."


A woman who has been dead for centuries and is now in a state of limbo. She has dainty hands, petal pink lips, and blushes easily. She may be starved for physical contact. She seems to have forgotten what it feels like to be alive and is amazed by the sensation of warmth and comfort. Despite her long absence from the world of the living, she retains her softness, kindness, and winsomeness.

Elizabeth would thread her fingers through his own, clasping his palm to hers—and feeling, for the first time in centuries, that powerful rush of warmth and heat and life. It was astonishing to her, the difference... she had forgotten what it was like having lived in the darkness of this limbo for so long. Once dead, time was not the same—it didn't ebb and flow—but seemed like one long, continuous, loop. And the breaking of that grim dark cycle was the powerful sensation that she heartily embraced now.

"Hand it to me, please..." she whispered, her other hand lifting from her side—though it shook visibly—while reaching for the dark brown glass neck of the bourbon bottle. "I want to try..."

Their fingers entwined and, as expected, the woman somehow became more cohesive. More human-like. To Shafer, it was like seeing a reflection on a shimmering lake resolve into a solid flesh-and-blood figure. The shift still startled the man, though less acutely this time.

I'm getting used to it, he thought, handing over the bottle. All this weirdness. I mean, shit—I've just found out there's life after death, and all I want to do is have another drink. "Bottoms up," he said drolly, before remembering how long she'd lingered here. "That's, uh... that's a modern expression. It means... enjoy yourself, I guess."

Shafer mused further on the woman's longevity—if such a word applied, given her circumstances. "You know much about the outside world?" he asked, gesturing at a night-blackened window. "'Cause, uh... a lot of history's happened since you were last—" Alive, he wanted to say, even though it sounded strangely... wrong. Like an insult, almost.

Elizabeth's figure lingered by him, her hand threaded through is own with a strange sort of intimacy. Not one developed over time, but more out of necessity. But she found that she enjoyed the feeling of skin against her palm once more, or the warmth that radiated through her hand. It had been so long since she'd felt warmth, comfort... it was hard not to cling and just focus on that heady sensation. And the closer to him she got, the stronger the sensation became...

With her other hand, though it visibly trembled, she reached for the thick brown glass bottle; wrapping her dainty hand around the stiff neck as she sloshed its contents experimentally with a scrutinizing glance. She heard his explanation of the term, as she glanced at the glass with a bit of a narrowing in her eyes... her petal pink lips pursing as she let her brows knot above her gaze. Her shoulders lifted and fell with the ghost of a breath, "Bottoms up then," ...as she brought the thick bottle to her lips and tipped the contents down the back of her throat.

She didn't know what she expected, but—evidently—it wasn't that, as the strong spirits doused down her throat; causing a burn to spread over her chest which eventually turned into a bit of a coughing fit... as she gasped and wheezed with her eyes large and glassy. "Oh crackers..." she gasped, her eyes seeming that they may have watered, though the sight of tears never did fully manifest. Her voice was thick, giving a bit of a smack of her lips as she gave a few panting breaths before moving to hand the bottle back; her hand swiping over her mouth as she continued to give a few little sounds of discomfort.

"What in the bloody Hell is that stuff!?" she coughed, blinking at him with half shock—half humor. It took her a moment for his question to register, as she gave another breath and lifted her gaze to take his in steadily, shaking off the strangeness as she nervously ran her hand against the back of her neck. "Not much I'm afraid. It's not like there's a paper service around for the dead." She gave a smile, it was weak—anxious—but genuine in its expression and still very soft, kind... with a sort of winsomeness that had long left the world for ages in the past. "Most... most of them that come here... aren't able to see me... or talk to me... quite like you do."

Astonishingly, Shafer found himself nearly laughing at the woman's response to the drink. "Come on," he chided, over a broad, unfaltering smile. "They must've had whiskey back in... when was it? Revolutionary times?" Retrieving the bottle, he took another slug and turned his grin on the label. "Crackers..." he mused, the smile becoming lopsided. "I like that: crackers."

Be it due to either the booze or the slapstick of Elizabeth's surprise—or both—Shafer's discomfiture faded further. He returned the bottle to the table and eased back into the chair, his demeanor now relaxed rather than restive. "Anyway... yeah, history," he continued. "There's a ton to cover. Two world wars. Seriously. We won 'em both, by the way. Put a man on the moon too. Well, a couple of them—men I mean, not moons. Funny..."

He paused for a moment. "All of this shi- this stuff happened before I was born. Long before, in the case of the wars. To me, most of it's ancient history. Jesus..." Shafer clasped the woman's hand a little tighter, realizing—at the same time—that he'd kept hold of it throughout.

"Look, uh..." He glanced nervously at the empty stretch of couch beside him. "If you wanna sit down, that's, uh—that's okay." As polite offers went, fewer were more innocuous. Consequently, the man could only wonder why it felt closer to some drab impropriety—like a pickup line, for instance—than an honest gesture.

At first Elizabeth responded to his humor regarding her response, feeling the heat bloom in her cheeks... a sensation she hadn't know in more ages than she could fathom. It felt good though; light—even as she chided him playfully, "A lady doesn't imbibe, Sir... it's not proper... besides, mother always said that it was the devil's drink... and only very naughty ladies would ever dare," Suddenly, her expression turned to one of abject shock as her free hand came to her lips with a little gasp, whispering guiltily, "You don't think that this means I'm wicked do you?"

She waited for his answer a moment, but she drifted into amicable silence as she listened to his explanation of history and the world around them with rapt fascination; drawing near unintentionally as though drifting on a slow current. By the point he extended the offer for her to sit, having felt his hand press against hers and give a bit of a familiar squeeze... she wasn't quite sure that her knees would hold her for much longer, anyways; as her hips descended—and met—the couch seat beside him. And only after settling did she realize that her thigh seemed to be brushing against his... the color quickly suffusing her face as she blushed again.

"Most of what I knew is lost," she sighed, her head glancing down at their conjoined hands, "It's part of what happens... this house, it drains you: your emotions, your feelings, your loves, desires, and passions... until it takes your memories... leaving you with nothing but... darkness, cold... emptiness..." her voice dipped again, actually drawing closer to him with her physical response to the topic. Fear bled throughout her spirit and it had been so long since she'd tasted its bitter draught. It was enough to pull her closer to him as she fought the overwhelming sense of the maw of oblivion opening at her back (metaphorically).


A man who has recently discovered that there is life after death. He has a broad, unfaltering smile and a relaxed demeanor, a good sense of humor and enjoys making jokes. He is curious about the world outside of his current situation. Despite being in an unusual circumstance, he tries to make polite gestures towards Elizabeth, such as offering her a seat beside him.

Astonishingly, Shafer found himself nearly laughing at the woman's response to the drink. "Come on," he chided, over a broad, unfaltering smile. "They must've had whiskey back in... when was it? Revolutionary times?" Retrieving the bottle, he took another slug and turned his grin on the label. "Crackers..." he mused, the smile becoming lopsided. "I like that: crackers."

Be it due to either the booze or the slapstick of Elizabeth's surprise—or both—Shafer's discomfiture faded further. He returned the bottle to the table and eased back into the chair, his demeanor now relaxed rather than restive. "Anyway... yeah, history," he continued. "There's a ton to cover. Two world wars. Seriously. We won 'em both, by the way. Put a man on the moon too. Well, a couple of them—men I mean, not moons. Funny..."

He paused for a moment. "All of this shi- this stuff happened before I was born. Long before, in the case of the wars. To me, most of it's ancient history. Jesus..." Shafer clasped the woman's hand a little tighter, realizing—at the same time—that he'd kept hold of it throughout.

"Look, uh..." He glanced nervously at the empty stretch of couch beside him. "If you wanna sit down, that's, uh—that's okay." As polite offers went, fewer were more innocuous. Consequently, the man could only wonder why it felt closer to some drab impropriety—like a pickup line, for instance—than an honest gesture.


A sylph, characterized by his pale grey eyes and blond hair that he often lets slip over his shoulders. He has an energetic presence, often expressing himself through physical movement such as stretching out his wings or gesturing to emphasize points in conversation. Gale possesses an inherent joviality, evident in the playful quirk of his mouth and the readiness of his laughter. Despite this light-hearted nature, he also shows thoughtfulness and sensitivity towards others' feelings, particularly when he realizes that his actions may have caused discomfort. His desire for a meaningful tattoo indicates a deeper introspective side as well.

Saturnyn loved to call him a kid, and Gale wrinkled his nose at it every time. Never when Saturnyn could see his face, but he was caught in the act as the vampire returned to the couch, Gale's face quickly arranging itself back into a neutral expression. Or as neutral as his face could be. Even now after the attack, there was a nervous energy to his body, a quirk at the corner of his mouth like barely contained laughter, an arch to his brow that promised some inappropriate joke was on its way.

Gale pulled his legs up onto the couch and let his wings stretch out behind him, keeping conscious of the space he had. It just felt so good to move and bend them knowing he'd almost lost them forever. "I didn't have much on my mind. I just wanted to bring you something to eat plus the extra stuff, a gift. But maybe now that I'm here, we could try doing that smaller tattoo I was talking about, the de capo? I've wanted this one for a long time, and I think it's a good idea for a first tattoo. It's small, it won't take much time. What do you think?"

"Gale you should be sleeping, not getting a tattoo," Saturnyn chided, it coming across a little bit more rough than he intended. Shit, he didn't talk to people much, and when he did everything came out sounding wrong. He sighed heavily and ran both hands through his hair, gathering it up in a low tail and tying it back with a tie he kept around his wrist.

"De capo, that's the music symbol, right?" he asked, looking back at Gale and giving him a once over. "Tell me where you wanted it again?" Depending on where Gale wanted the tattoo, Saturnyn might just veto the idea outright. Some areas hurt more to get inked than others, and he wasn't going to cause the kind any more undue pain, not if he could help it.

"It's a musical direction, yeah. The coda is more a symbol. I'd just like the words 'de capo' written here on my collarbone." Gale sat up and tugged at the collar of his tee, exposing the ivory pale skin of his neck and the graceful wings of his collarbones. He dragged his fingers along the left one, just above the bone itself, showcasing the exact positioning he wanted. "Sylphs just form as adults. I just opened my eyes one day in a field outside Chicago and that was how I was 'born.' I just began. So I want the tattoo that'll represent that. De capo, 'from the beginning,'" Gale finished, his expression soft and thoughtful, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

That pale grey gaze flicked up to Saturnyn as if he'd only just realized his rambling and his cheeks paled with a blush. He flashed a sheepish grin and let his shirt fall back into place, reaching up to rake back his unruly blond waves. "It should be quick. Then you can send me on my way with a scolding for staying up past my bedtime."

Each shift had more of Gale's scent wafting over towards him, but with the baring of his neck, Saturnyn couldn't stop his nostrils from flaring and his pupils from going wide. The thing was, he couldn't tell whether or not Gale was doing it on purpose. The glances he gave him and the flirty smiles were not unnoticed, just ignored. Saturnyn wasn't looking for a tryst with some injured younger-than-him sylph. And he definitely wasn't looking for an actual relationship. In fact, the flirting Gale was doing made him rather uncomfortable.

Still, he watched the finger trail across Gale's collar bone, trying to focus on just plotting the tattoo. "You have a font you want it in? Any stylized letters?" He wasn't able to tear his eyes away from Gale's throat until the collar of his shirt went back. Did this kid even KNOW what he was doing, teasing him like that. Had Saturnyn been any younger or any hungrier, Gale might not have a throat left to show off.

Gale didn't miss the slow inhale from Saturnyn as he bared his neck, or that the vampire seemed immediately more relaxed when Gale covered up again. Not for the first time, Gale let his gaze follow the brutal lines of scars raked across the right half of Saturnyn's face as he wondered what could do that. They didn't diminish his beauty in the slightest, only giving him a severe and almost sad look as it dragged the corner of his mouth down slightly. Whatever had happened, it hadn't been a pleasant experience for the vampire. It seemed to Gale that Saturnyn was almost uncomfortable with his own nature, and he suspected that Saturnyn hadn't been turned for the right reasons.

"There was only one font I liked," Gale said, breaking from his thoughts to wiggle his phone from his pocket. He pulled up the image he'd saved, a screenshot from a font website. "I'd want the letters all lowercase." He turned the phone for Saturnyn to look, straightening his posture a bit. He let his hair slip over his shoulders, hiding most of his neck from view. He was starting to get the impression that his flirting wasn't being well received, and Gale wasn't one to shove brick walls.

As Gale took a moment too long to answer, his gaze on Saturnyn's face, Saturnyn's expression hardened and his eyes narrowed slightly. He was used to the stares, more than used to them really, but that didn't quite stop the flare of anger he felt as Gale's gaze lingered before shifting to his phone. Either people looked at him with disgust, or pity, and he needed neither of those things. Gale's take on it seemed to be leaning towards pity, and he hated that one more. Gale moved on though, and Saturnyn pushed his feelings to the side. He could deal with them later. Or never.

He looked at the phone, taking note of the way the letters curved and looped. "Send that to me, I'm going to need it for reference," he said, his tone clipped and edging on rude. He was drawing back into himself, and wanted to be alone for the rest of the night. Hopefully he could get this tattoo done and get Gale the fuck out of here. What had he been thinking, taking him up to his apartment like this?

Saturnyn's clipped sentence gave him pause for just a moment before Gale gave a nod and sent the vampire the screenshot, unusually still and quiet. There was a slow intake of breath as Gale looked around the apartment one more time, then he honed that eerily pale gaze on Saturnyn. "Okay. I understand that it wasn't nice to flash my neck the way I did and I'm sorry for that. And I'm starting to understand that my flirting is making you uncomfortable, which is the furthest thing from what I want. You're my friend, I think, and I want to keep you close, so I'll back off. But now I've got the impression that you're angry with me for something."

Gale turned fully to face Saturnyn, back straight. "I know you're quiet and guarded and you're not very social, but I'm starting to learn your tells. And right now you seem upset with me. If this is a bad time, I can always go home and we can try again another night. But I don't want to leave when I've upset you, not without working out what went wrong."


A vampire with a rugged appearance, marked by brutal scars on the right side of his face that drag down the corner of his mouth slightly. Despite these scars, he retains an air of harsh beauty. He's quiet and reserved, often coming across as unsociable or even rude due to his guarded nature. Saturnyn struggles with strong emotions and prefers solitude over company. His discomfort around flirtation suggests he may have difficulty forming close relationships or dealing with romantic advances.

Saturnyn's clipped sentence gave him pause for just a moment before Gale gave a nod and sent the vampire the screenshot, unusually still and quiet. There was a slow intake of breath as Gale looked around the apartment one more time, then he honed that eerily pale gaze on Saturnyn. "Okay. I understand that it wasn't nice to flash my neck the way I did and I'm sorry for that. And I'm starting to understand that my flirting is making you uncomfortable, which is the furthest thing from what I want. You're my friend, I think, and I want to keep you close, so I'll back off. But now I've got the impression that you're angry with me for something."

Gale turned fully to face Saturnyn, back straight. "I know you're quiet and guarded and you're not very social, but I'm starting to learn your tells. And right now you seem upset with me. If this is a bad time, I can always go home and we can try again another night. But I don't want to leave when I've upset you, not without working out what went wrong."

At first Saturnyn just sat there for a moment, blinking like an owl, but he soon grimaced and looked away, teeth bared in a way that showed off just how sharp they were, especially his fangs. He looked away, feeling his chest start to constrict, making it hard to breathe, so he just stopped, deciding that he didn't need to right now. Fuck Gale and his perceptive nature. He didn't want to do this right now. He just wanted to be alone.

Were those... tears pricking at his eyes? He blinked them away and finally managed to take a breath, trying to steady himself. "Nothing's wrong," he said, though that was such an obvious lie that even he winced as soon as it left his mouth. "I just get in bad moods." The 'it's not your fault' was right on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say it. Not only because he didn't want to put the blame on himself, but also because it was kind of Gale's fault, even if he didn't meant to do anything.


A man who is undergoing a significant physical transformation into a zombie that needs to consume others to survive. Despite this monstrous change, he remains protective and considerate towards Agatha, showing his strong sense of responsibility and care. He is willing to face danger alone to keep her safe, indicating bravery and selflessness. His deep voice suggests a mature, masculine presence. His capability of expressing anger and frustration as well as love towards Agatha reflects his complex emotional depth. The fact that he's able to joke about his situation hints at an underlying resilience or dark humor in his personality.

Something was definitely happening to Gabe, but he didn't say anything until they were within sight of the mall and the park. He took the glasses off and gave them back to Agatha, needing his altered vision even if the sunlight hurt. Then he indicated a car that was parked sideways in the middle of the road. Apparently it had been in a fender bender on the day the world had ended. But the door was open. Probably rusted that way by now. "Wait there while I go check that everything is safe. You have your gun if you need it." There was something off about his voice. It was deep and scratchy. He didn't just want her to wait to keep her out of danger, though. He knew he was getting bad, and he needed to stay away until he had something to eat. Anything. Besides the fact he couldn't exactly hunt with her scent distracting him.

What should have been minutes stretched into nearly an hour before he emerged again. He was covered in blood, but it wasn't his. "It's all safe now. You can come out." His eyes looked almost back to normal, but he was limping a bit. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "On the bright side, I'm not hungry anymore." He smirked, although his eyes were a bit sad. "On the other hand I really need to change now. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. But I had to... clean up in there."

Agatha looked at him as they seemed to walk closer to the mall. "But Gabe!" She cried after him, but he just went deeper. She waited for a while, getting bored of this. She held the gun and began to look around the mall, trying to see if anyone was nearby. She walked slow and carefully. Then when time seemed to slow she found her way back to the front, he was emerging, covered in blood. She ran over to him. "Are you alright?" She asked wondering what happened. When he mentioned not being hungry she bit her lip.

How could she ask her best friend if he just ate a person? How could she see the zombie in him coming out? She didn't want to ruin this, or change the way things were. So she tried to ignore it, focusing on his mention of having to clean up and changing. "We get some things to last a while. Do you think any of these cars, we can hotwire until it runs out of gas? I think I saw one out there with my bet is practically full tank." She explained before opening the double doors to the mall and walking inside.

"By the way, don't ever fucking do that to me again. We are in this together. If you need to eat, you watch me eat, I watch you. Simple as that." She exclaimed, finding that she wasn't disgusted with him, she never could be. This was Gabe. The man who originally had a hard time hurting a fly unless necessary.

Gabe eyes went cold. "You can't have it both ways, Agatha. I can tell you're disgusted by me. And you said you'd stay back when I told you to. You lied. You could get hurt, and then what would I do? Just shrivel up and die I guess. You can't just be around me when I'm eating, 'cause if I'm hungry enough, it'll be you." He sneered. "It wasn't a person. Not anymore. But I guess that still makes me a cannibal, doesn't it? Only reason I was gone so long was to make sure you didn't have to see it. You just keep changing the rules, when it doesn't matter. 'Cause you'll just end up hating me no matter what I do." His tirade over, he took off his shirt and threw it as far away as he could, which was a surprising distance. "Forget it. Let's get what we need and get out of here." He was upset enough at himself. Having her upset too was like a stab to the heart.

Agatha turned back at him, shaking her head. "I stayed back, did I get bored and look around sure I did. We used to do everything together, Gabe. If I was with you when you went to get food, maybe this wouldn't have happened, or hell, at least we would both be the same." She shouted back. When he spoke about it being a person as if he read her thoughts she shook her head. "I am not disgusted with you. I am confused and scared, and I... I... I love you. I didn't know that my feelings were in that sense. Until all this talk. But I never, ever was disgusted with you. I'm so fucking confused. And angry. Not at you, at the world. Look at all the shit its done."

She walked closer to him, reaching over and touching his face. "God, Gabe you're amazing, you are so kind and you could have left me when I was younger, you could have left me to fend for myself, but you didn't. You didn't when the world was normal and you didn't when the world is messed up like this. YOU don't deserve this, and I wish that I could change it, somehow for you. Somehow make it better. But I can't. So if you want me out of the way fine. I'm sorry. I just... I don't like the idea of being you long, alone. It was a really long time... Gabe."

She didn't mention that the idea of him being hurt, or changing worse made her worried. That she would lose him completely.

"I would never swap places with you, Agatha. You don't know what it's like, and I prefer it that way. I always knew I'd have to kill to keep you safe, but this is different. But if I wasn't like this, you'd be alone. I'm scared too. And I'm mad too. And I'll always love you, even if I'm a monster." Gabe sighed before her next words surprised him.

"No, I couldn't. I could never have left you when you needed me. That's not in me. If I'd have walked away I would have hated myself. The only reason I talked about leaving you with people is I didn't think you could really be happy with me. I've already died twice, nothing should scare me anymore. But you scare me. Losing you, hurting you, scarring you just being around you, just being the way I have to be now. I'm terrified. So I get angry because I don't know what else to do. Maybe you're right. Maybe I should have brought you with me. But then I don't know what might have happened."

As they walked through the big department store, he showed her where things were, and told her about what had happened. "I learned my lesson from getting bit at least. Never leave one lying down unless you make sure it won't ever be getting back up." He'd fought two of them and put a third out of its misery. "It was creepy. Pretty much just a torso, arms and a head. Got crushed underneath a forklift in the warehouse and chewed itself out. Watch your step over here. There's a lot of rats around here. I mean, there were a lot of rats around here. It's just bones now thankfully. The other two came at me at once, coordinated. It was really rough."


A strong, resilient 24 years old woman who is not easily frightened or disgusted. Her ability to confront and adapt to the harsh realities of their post-apocalyptic world suggests she's both brave and practical. She has a deep attachment to Gabe, indicating a loyal, compassionate side. Despite the grim surroundings, she still cares about her appearance, picking out new clothes including some seductive nightwear; this implies she retains hope and yearns for normalcy amidst chaos. Her mention of retaining an old bra bought by her mom hints at sentimentality in her character.

"I would never swap places with you, Agatha. You don't know what it's like, and I prefer it that way. I always knew I'd have to kill to keep you safe, but this is different. But if I wasn't like this, you'd be alone. I'm scared too. And I'm mad too. And I'll always love you, even if I'm a monster." Gabe sighed before her next words surprised him.

"No, I couldn't. I could never have left you when you needed me. That's not in me. If I'd have walked away I would have hated myself. The only reason I talked about leaving you with people is I didn't think you could really be happy with me. I've already died twice, nothing should scare me anymore. But you scare me. Losing you, hurting you, scarring you just being around you, just being the way I have to be now. I'm terrified. So I get angry because I don't know what else to do. Maybe you're right. Maybe I should have brought you with me. But then I don't know what might have happened."

As they walked through the big department store, he showed her where things were, and told her about what had happened. "I learned my lesson from getting bit at least. Never leave one lying down unless you make sure it won't ever be getting back up." He'd fought two of them and put a third out of its misery. "It was creepy. Pretty much just a torso, arms and a head. Got crushed underneath a forklift in the warehouse and chewed itself out. Watch your step over here. There's a lot of rats around here. I mean, there were a lot of rats around here. It's just bones now thankfully. The other two came at me at once, coordinated. It was really rough."

Agatha couldn't believe everything she heard, her temper seemed to have been dissipating. This was Gabe, the man she had in her life for so long now, he just felt right to have with her. Holding him close before they went inside she stayed quiet listening to his story about what had happened. The rats and the other zombies. She looked up at him. "I'm sorry I scare you, Gabe. I will try to behave. You have to help me. I just... I don't want to think of life without you." She explained knowing that for some reason, they were paired together.

Somehow they belonged in each other's paths in life. She stared at him softly looking around before finding some clothes. She handed him a shirt to see if he would like that to wear. Looking in the corner, she found some seductive nightwear and quickly stuffed it in her bag, hoping he didn't see it. "Please, don't think I am mad at you." She says while taking off her shirt, her bra looked well worn and was tearing, but it was the last one her mom bought with her. She refused to give it up. She threw a newer one in the bag, just to dress nice for when they did do something.

Tugging a clean shirt on she continued to speak with him, while hiding behind a rack. "I just have a lot of feelings and well... I don't know. Ever since we fucking had all this drama my period and hormones are all messed up." She said knowing it was a bit too much information, but she really had been unable to have a normal life. In all aspects. "So please note. I am not, nor will I ever be disgusted with you." She said while walking out with a pair of clean black yoga pants and a tank top underneath her tan long sleeve shirt.


A frog-like daemon standing at seven feet, characterized by his oily green skin and lack of clothing. He is a creature designed for breeding and extracting magic, taking immense pleasure in these tasks. Despite being physically weaker compared to Ebony, he exhibits cunning and patience, using strategic planning rather than brute force. His main defense mechanism is his skin's aphrodisiac oil which also acts as an offensive tool during sexual activities.

Many millennia ago, a war waged across earth, between humans and creatures known as daemons. While the humans were more numerous, the daemons had raw power on their side, and slowly began to push humanity. When all seemed lost, the power of magic was discovered, in born in women, it allowed soldiers to be born capable of pushing them back. In the end, the daemons were pushed back and banished, and humanity was victorious. With their task done, the magi knights returned to sleep, reincarnating in human bodies, never knowing the true nature, as the evil that threatened the world had been pushed back... at least, that's what was believed at the time.

But the Daemons were patient, cunning, and ever planning. They discovered the power that had pushed them back was in born into all women, although obviously in varying amounts. So they waited, patiently tearing at the seals and wards, until finally, it broke, allowing them back onto earth. But they weren't as open about it this time. No, they instead began to collect, and extract the magical essence in all women. This was done by fucking them, drawing in the power, before bringing them to a climax and finishing the full extraction. However, as the Daemons came out, so did the Magi Knights did be reborn.

Drawn to a dank warehouse in town, women had been disappearing, and the scent of evil essence was repugnant to anyone tracking, but it was a beacon to any magical girl seeking to vanquish the evil. This particular extraction zone was run by a frog-like creature, Grok, who stood at seven feet, with oily green skin, and rarely did he wear clothes. He was a new born Daemon, made for breeding and extracting, and how he reveled in it. What was note known was, that while weak, his main defense was the oil on his skin, a powerful aphrodisiac...

Ebony rolled her shoulders silently as she stood outside of a dank dark warehouse. Inside she could feel a strong evil essence that was repulsive. It was the tall tale mark of a demon. Her hands drifted down to the gun holsters on each of her hip, checking to make sure they were properly loaded. While many other magical she knew would never think about using guns, this one did. She didn't care about the magical wars. She didn't care of the right or wrong thing to do. This magical girl only wanted to get rid of things that were wrong in front of her. Her style of dress wasn't as fantastical as other's either. She wore a white tight tank top with a brown air fighter jacket over it. Her legs were covered by tight black jeans, and she wore black combat boots. Her hair was messy and red. Ebony's body was somewhat lithe, but her ass was tight and toned. Both her breasts weren't too large, but they were perfect for any man who wished to hold them perfectly in the palm of his hands.

Picking up one of her magical pistols, Ebony made her way into the warehouse warily.

Inside it was dark, and it was dusty. At least, that's what it looked like to a normal person. It was all a glamour, made so nobody could simply walk in and know exactly what was going on. But there were tell tale signs of what the warehouse really was. The dust wasn't real, for example, and it seemed obvious the place had seen traffic recently, and distantly, Ebony likely could make out sounds of moaning and groaning. But the most obvious sign was the smell. It smelled of sex in the building, of sweat and cum. There was also another smell, but it was likely hard to gauge. Before Ebony, several crates, unused, and a trap door lay, a fairly guiding path.

Through all this she was watched, although Grok the demon that did so noted her weapons. The frog demon was a close range creature, and it knew that in terms of fighting ability, she would win. She had power, range, and likely experience. Still, he was a devious creature, knowing that as she proceeded, she could eventually get caught off guard. At least, that's what its plan was.

Ebony surveyed the warehouse, wrinkling her nose as she took in the building. There was some heavy duty glamour filling the room. She scoffed as her hand waved through the air, grinning. "Definitely gonna find one here..." she said softly. Daemon's were tough to find usually, but this one seemed to be fresh into the world and leaving a fairly sloppy trail. It must be her lucky day. Filled with confidence, Ebony approached the trap door, prying it open. Trap doors usually led to something interesting, that was something she learned long ago.

With a loud screech the trap door opened, and then clanked loudly as it hit the floor. Now the smell was intense, clearly coming from this hole in the ground, and the sounds only intensified. Moans, grunts, and the sound of skin on skin echoed into Ebony's ears. A stairwell descended and a doorway at the end, the sounds clearly coming from the other side. It seemed likely she had found what she was looking for, and still had the element of surprise.

At least that's what she thought. In the rafters the frog demon Grok sat, watching her, waiting. Sure, it might lose some underlings, but he needed her distracted, and so he would follow her. He could practically taste the magical essence on her, and the thick prick between his thighs hardened slightly at the thought of seeing this vixen on her back, moaning as he took her.

Ebony stared down, frowning into the hole. The smell was horrible, and it made her sick. Taking in a deep breath, she cocked her pistol and listened silently. The sounds of moans and essentially sex filled the air, echoing from this hole. It caused a soft blush to cross her cheeks as she ran a hand through her hair. If she wasn't armed with magical powers and weapons, Ebony would have turned and high tailed it out of there. Taking a deep breath, she jumped down into the hole. She landed on the trap door, looking up to the opening of the hole. Silently, she began to walk through the door, her cheeks reddening as she heard the noises. Quickly, she kicked in the door and began to shoot magical bullets at anything that looked aggressive.

The sight before Ebony was indeed one behold. It was a large room, undecorated, the walls seemingly covered in impenetrable darkness, while at its center was a large energy ball. Magic swirled and pulsed from it, as it drew in the power from the true draw. Throughout the room nearly a half a dozen women were in a state of sex, their eyes glazed as monstrous creatures took them hard in various states. So loud was the orgy that even Ebony's entrance into it didn't even turn a head. It wasn't until she began to fire that the creatures stopped what they were doing, causing the women to fall in a tired heap. They began to charge her, but she had the initiative, and range, so they were quickly falling under the hail of fire...

Grok dropped down from its hiding point, quickly moving the distance between the rafters, and where it Ebony had made her way in. It knew it had limited time, and it knew it just had to have Ebony. And as Ebony fired, it landed silently behind her, before its muscles tensed, and it sprung at her. If Ebony was perceptive, she might notice that sweet smell was closer now, and if not, she was likely to be just as surprised as the monsters she had just interrupted had been.

Ebony gagged softly at the scene, glaring as she continued to shoot down the monstrous creatures. Things like this disgusted her to no end. The creatures fell one after another to Ebony's liking. She took a step toward them, still shooting as she eyed the women. What exactly was going on here? Her eyes shifted to the giant orb of energy, not sure what to make of it. As she continued to clear the room of monsters, a sweet smell met her nose. Turning quickly, Ebony caught sight of the frog demon dropping down behind her. While she had turned in time to see it, Ebony wasn't fast enough to stop it.

The demon's reaction was a sneer as she turned, hoping he could beat her to the attack as she took notice of him. Time seemingly stood still as each tried to react more quickly. The end result was the frog demon proved to be slightly quickly, smashing into Ebony, putting its full weight behind it. With a thud, the pair hit the floor, and likely Ebony could place where the smell was coming from. The oil on its skin was causing it, and as it touched her bare skin, it seemed to become heated. It wasn't unpleasant, but it likely was distracting, especially with the thick, hard prick pressing between her thighs.

The frog demon's first reaction was to pin her arms down. Even if she got his oil on him, it wasn't as if the effect was instant, and if she shot him... well, considering the other monsters lay dead in the room, that seemed likely his fate. Still, instinct said he had to have her, to take her energy, and his pleasure from her. "Give it up, girl, you're all mine now!"

Ebony cursed loudly, screaming "Fuck!" as she was tackled by the creature. A sickeningly sweet scent filled the air around her as she realized the oil covering the beast was what was creating the scent. Said oil dripped down onto her neck, causing her to gasp as a sensation danced across her skin. Her shirt had been pushed up during the tackle, causing the oil to drip onto her bare stomach. The warmth spread through her body as the oil seeped through her jacket, covering her breasts. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she shot at him. However, the feeling of the prick that pressed between her thighs along with the heated body distracted her, causing her to miss her shot.

Grok winced as the shot was fired, but only gave a toothy grin as it missed. Opening its mouth, its tongue rolled out, showing its inhuman length, it reached down, running over her cheek, licking and writhing against it, before moving towards her chest. The more of her bare flesh he exposed with the oil, the quicker its effects. "I'll enjoy taking every one of your holes, girl. You may have killed my brood, but the magic I'll drain from you will make it all worth while."

By now its prick had reached full length, precum dribbling lightly from the tip, a testament to what was about to happen if Ebony couldn't escape. Its tongue began to snake past her breasts, wrapping around her clothing, attempting to pull more of her top off, expose more of her skin, and cause her decent into debauchery that much more quicker.

Ebony growled softly as she missed, aiming her gun once more. When the tongue rolled out from the creature's mouth, it hit against her hand as it moved to her cheek. Her gun clattered to the floor. Ebony reached up, trying to get the tongue away, but all she succeeded in doing was getting the oil on her hands and lower arms. When the tongue ran down under her shirt to her chest, she let out a moan. "G... Get the fuck off!" she cried, reaching to try and pick up her gun. Her body was burning up, clouding her mind as she grinded her thighs together, a wetness forming on her crotch despite her attempts to resist. She began to fire at the creature, however, every shot missed. A panic was spreading over her, clouding her aim. When her top was pulled off, her gun clattered to the floor once more, falling away from her as it was caught and pulled up in her sleeve.

The second time the gun fell from her hands, the creature named Grok immediately began to pull her away from them, causing his dick to shift against her crotch, only a thin layer of clothing separating her dampening nethers from the bulbous, bumpy glans. With her guns out of the way, the creature began to more actively attempt to strip her, making sure to rub his dick impatiently against her pants, the length rubbing at the join between her legs, likely stimulating her, but for the frog demon, it was for its own pleasure. It was impatient, something that may cost it its life it wasn't careful. It didn't hold her hands after all, more interested in dragging her away towards the orb, and attempting to pull her out of her clothing.

Ebony cried out as the creature's dick rubbed against her pants, the oils seeping through the thin layer of clothing. Her crotch dampened more and more, causing her legs to shift and twitch. Her clothing began to be removed. Ebony's jacket went first, then her shirt. She shivered as her skin was exposed. As the beast continued to grind against her and drag her, Ebony reached down to grab her second pistol. She moaned slightly, twitching as the warmth from the oil spread through her crotch, however, she managed to raise the pistol with a shaky hand and shoot it at him.

So complacent was the frog demon, that he was enthralled on stripping her. Her clothing was steadily coming off. He was working on her tight jeans when the 'bang' went off. Had she been in normal shape, or gotten the shot off early, she would have hit him dead on in the head. As it stood, the small spurt of blood that trickled down from the new wound on the creature's cheek was a testament to her aim. It sat for a few seconds, clearly stunned an odd shocked expression on its face, before it reached for her hand, attempting to disarm her once and for all.

With one hand reaching for her gun, and one claw gripped into her pants to pull it down, Ebony found herself topless, but relatively unrestrained.

Ebony gasped in shock as her shot missed. The beast stopped, sitting on her as the blood dripped down it's cheek. Then, it began to try and pull her pants down while also reaching for the gun. Ebony desperately tried to push both hands away, but her lustful state resulted in shaky weak hands. Her pants slid down, revealing wet underwear, and her gun slid across the room, leaving her underneath the beast. Her body was burning with a heated lust that her mind was trying to fight off as she laid under the creature in nothing but her panties.

"You're mine now." Grok the demon grunted, pushing aside her feeble attempts at stopping him aside. Pushing Ebony's legs apart, he gripped her firm ass, and pushed it up, resting her head in his lap, he pinned her arms with his powerful legs as he placed his face at her wet pussy. Letting his tongue drop down between her breasts, he gave her a good view before he began to lap at her nethers. Teasingly at first, before he began to push into her moist depths, the tongue writhing and twisting into her, going deeper and deeper into the prone magic girl, trying to coax an orgasm, and quell the last bit of resistance in her once and for all.

Ebony screamed, kicking and screaming in the frog creature's grasp as he pulled her up. Her legs were pushed firmed apart as he grabbed her ass and pulled it up, dragging her head onto his lap, where she could feel his throbbing cock underneath her head. As his tongue dropped down between her breasts, she gasped, "S... stop it damnit!" His tongue then moved, licking at her pussy lightly. Her back arched as her nipples became erect from the teasing. "S... stop!" she screamed, trying to kick her legs. Her legs wouldn't do anything by spasm as the tongue went deeper, threatening to steal her virginity. "S... stop! I'm a virgin!" she cried, struggled through soft moans and gasps.

Pulling his long tongue out of her pussy, Grok grinned. "Thank you for telling me. When I take your virginity, I want to savor it with my dick, not with my tongue." He said simply, returning to his work, enjoying her pants and moans as he gave her head. By now she could feel its thick prick behind her head. It was thick and long, and the bumps on it were rather pronounced. Although what her thoughts on this being the thing that was going to take her virginity were unknown to the creature. Withdrawing his tongue, he pulled her onto his lap, letting his thick prick nestle between her legs once more. Pressing at the entrance of her pussy, he smirked. "Now I'm going to make you all mine..." With that, he began to push his dick into her, inch after inch disappearing into her, growing dangerously close to taking her virginity...


A magical girl who stands out from her peers due her preference for guns and practical attire, which includes a white tank top, brown air fighter jacket, black jeans and combat boots. She has messy red hair and a lithe figure accentuated by toned buttocks and moderately-sized breasts. Her personality is defined by her focus on eliminating immediate threats without concerning herself about moral implications or historical context. She exhibits confidence in her abilities but struggles when confronted unexpectedly, as evidenced during her encounter against Grok.

Many millennia ago, a war waged across earth, between humans and creatures known as daemons. While the humans were more numerous, the daemons had raw power on their side, and slowly began to push humanity. When all seemed lost, the power of magic was discovered, in born in women, it allowed soldiers to be born capable of pushing them back. In the end, the daemons were pushed back and banished, and humanity was victorious. With their task done, the magi knights returned to sleep, reincarnating in human bodies, never knowing the true nature, as the evil that threatened the world had been pushed back... at least, that's what was believed at the time.

But the Daemons were patient, cunning, and ever planning. They discovered the power that had pushed them back was in born into all women, although obviously in varying amounts. So they waited, patiently tearing at the seals and wards, until finally, it broke, allowing them back onto earth. But they weren't as open about it this time. No, they instead began to collect, and extract the magical essence in all women. This was done by fucking them, drawing in the power, before bringing them to a climax and finishing the full extraction. However, as the Daemons came out, so did the Magi Knights did be reborn.

Drawn to a dank warehouse in town, women had been disappearing, and the scent of evil essence was repugnant to anyone tracking, but it was a beacon to any magical girl seeking to vanquish the evil. This particular extraction zone was run by a frog-like creature, Grok, who stood at seven feet, with oily green skin, and rarely did he wear clothes. He was a new born Daemon, made for breeding and extracting, and how he reveled in it. What was note known was, that while weak, his main defense was the oil on his skin, a powerful aphrodisiac...

Ebony rolled her shoulders silently as she stood outside of a dank dark warehouse. Inside she could feel a strong evil essence that was repulsive. It was the tall tale mark of a demon. Her hands drifted down to the gun holsters on each of her hip, checking to make sure they were properly loaded. While many other magical she knew would never think about using guns, this one did. She didn't care about the magical wars. She didn't care of the right or wrong thing to do. This magical girl only wanted to get rid of things that were wrong in front of her. Her style of dress wasn't as fantastical as other's either. She wore a white tight tank top with a brown air fighter jacket over it. Her legs were covered by tight black jeans, and she wore black combat boots. Her hair was messy and red. Ebony's body was somewhat lithe, but her ass was tight and toned. Both her breasts weren't too large, but they were perfect for any man who wished to hold them perfectly in the palm of his hands.

Picking up one of her magical pistols, Ebony made her way into the warehouse warily.

Inside it was dark, and it was dusty. At least, that's what it looked like to a normal person. It was all a glamour, made so nobody could simply walk in and know exactly what was going on. But there were tell tale signs of what the warehouse really was. The dust wasn't real, for example, and it seemed obvious the place had seen traffic recently, and distantly, Ebony likely could make out sounds of moaning and groaning. But the most obvious sign was the smell. It smelled of sex in the building, of sweat and cum. There was also another smell, but it was likely hard to gauge. Before Ebony, several crates, unused, and a trap door lay, a fairly guiding path.

Through all this she was watched, although Grok the demon that did so noted her weapons. The frog demon was a close range creature, and it knew that in terms of fighting ability, she would win. She had power, range, and likely experience. Still, he was a devious creature, knowing that as she proceeded, she could eventually get caught off guard. At least, that's what its plan was.

Ebony surveyed the warehouse, wrinkling her nose as she took in the building. There was some heavy duty glamour filling the room. She scoffed as her hand waved through the air, grinning. "Definitely gonna find one here..." she said softly. Daemon's were tough to find usually, but this one seemed to be fresh into the world and leaving a fairly sloppy trail. It must be her lucky day. Filled with confidence, Ebony approached the trap door, prying it open. Trap doors usually led to something interesting, that was something she learned long ago.

With a loud screech the trap door opened, and then clanked loudly as it hit the floor. Now the smell was intense, clearly coming from this hole in the ground, and the sounds only intensified. Moans, grunts, and the sound of skin on skin echoed into Ebony's ears. A stairwell descended and a doorway at the end, the sounds clearly coming from the other side. It seemed likely she had found what she was looking for, and still had the element of surprise.

At least that's what she thought. In the rafters the frog demon Grok sat, watching her, waiting. Sure, it might lose some underlings, but he needed her distracted, and so he would follow her. He could practically taste the magical essence on her, and the thick prick between his thighs hardened slightly at the thought of seeing this vixen on her back, moaning as he took her.

Ebony stared down, frowning into the hole. The smell was horrible, and it made her sick. Taking in a deep breath, she cocked her pistol and listened silently. The sounds of moans and essentially sex filled the air, echoing from this hole. It caused a soft blush to cross her cheeks as she ran a hand through her hair. If she wasn't armed with magical powers and weapons, Ebony would have turned and high tailed it out of there. Taking a deep breath, she jumped down into the hole. She landed on the trap door, looking up to the opening of the hole. Silently, she began to walk through the door, her cheeks reddening as she heard the noises. Quickly, she kicked in the door and began to shoot magical bullets at anything that looked aggressive.

The sight before Ebony was indeed one behold. It was a large room, undecorated, the walls seemingly covered in impenetrable darkness, while at its center was a large energy ball. Magic swirled and pulsed from it, as it drew in the power from the true draw. Throughout the room nearly a half a dozen women were in a state of sex, their eyes glazed as monstrous creatures took them hard in various states. So loud was the orgy that even Ebony's entrance into it didn't even turn a head. It wasn't until she began to fire that the creatures stopped what they were doing, causing the women to fall in a tired heap. They began to charge her, but she had the initiative, and range, so they were quickly falling under the hail of fire...

Grok dropped down from its hiding point, quickly moving the distance between the rafters, and where it Ebony had made her way in. It knew it had limited time, and it knew it just had to have Ebony. And as Ebony fired, it landed silently behind her, before its muscles tensed, and it sprung at her. If Ebony was perceptive, she might notice that sweet smell was closer now, and if not, she was likely to be just as surprised as the monsters she had just interrupted had been.

Ebony gagged softly at the scene, glaring as she continued to shoot down the monstrous creatures. Things like this disgusted her to no end. The creatures fell one after another to Ebony's liking. She took a step toward them, still shooting as she eyed the women. What exactly was going on here? Her eyes shifted to the giant orb of energy, not sure what to make of it. As she continued to clear the room of monsters, a sweet smell met her nose. Turning quickly, Ebony caught sight of the frog demon dropping down behind her. While she had turned in time to see it, Ebony wasn't fast enough to stop it.

The demon's reaction was a sneer as she turned, hoping he could beat her to the attack as she took notice of him. Time seemingly stood still as each tried to react more quickly. The end result was the frog demon proved to be slightly quickly, smashing into Ebony, putting its full weight behind it. With a thud, the pair hit the floor, and likely Ebony could place where the smell was coming from. The oil on its skin was causing it, and as it touched her bare skin, it seemed to become heated. It wasn't unpleasant, but it likely was distracting, especially with the thick, hard prick pressing between her thighs.

The frog demon's first reaction was to pin her arms down. Even if she got his oil on him, it wasn't as if the effect was instant, and if she shot him... well, considering the other monsters lay dead in the room, that seemed likely his fate. Still, instinct said he had to have her, to take her energy, and his pleasure from her. "Give it up, girl, you're all mine now!"

Ebony cursed loudly, screaming "Fuck!" as she was tackled by the creature. A sickeningly sweet scent filled the air around her as she realized the oil covering the beast was what was creating the scent. Said oil dripped down onto her neck, causing her to gasp as a sensation danced across her skin. Her shirt had been pushed up during the tackle, causing the oil to drip onto her bare stomach. The warmth spread through her body as the oil seeped through her jacket, covering her breasts. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she shot at him. However, the feeling of the prick that pressed between her thighs along with the heated body distracted her, causing her to miss her shot.

Grok winced as the shot was fired, but only gave a toothy grin as it missed. Opening its mouth, its tongue rolled out, showing its inhuman length, it reached down, running over her cheek, licking and writhing against it, before moving towards her chest. The more of her bare flesh he exposed with the oil, the quicker its effects. "I'll enjoy taking every one of your holes, girl. You may have killed my brood, but the magic I'll drain from you will make it all worth while."

By now its prick had reached full length, precum dribbling lightly from the tip, a testament to what was about to happen if Ebony couldn't escape. Its tongue began to snake past her breasts, wrapping around her clothing, attempting to pull more of her top off, expose more of her skin, and cause her decent into debauchery that much more quicker.

Ebony growled softly as she missed, aiming her gun once more. When the tongue rolled out from the creature's mouth, it hit against her hand as it moved to her cheek. Her gun clattered to the floor. Ebony reached up, trying to get the tongue away, but all she succeeded in doing was getting the oil on her hands and lower arms. When the tongue ran down under her shirt to her chest, she let out a moan. "G... Get the fuck off!" she cried, reaching to try and pick up her gun. Her body was burning up, clouding her mind as she grinded her thighs together, a wetness forming on her crotch despite her attempts to resist. She began to fire at the creature, however, every shot missed. A panic was spreading over her, clouding her aim. When her top was pulled off, her gun clattered to the floor once more, falling away from her as it was caught and pulled up in her sleeve.

The second time the gun fell from her hands, the creature named Grok immediately began to pull her away from them, causing his dick to shift against her crotch, only a thin layer of clothing separating her dampening nethers from the bulbous, bumpy glans. With her guns out of the way, the creature began to more actively attempt to strip her, making sure to rub his dick impatiently against her pants, the length rubbing at the join between her legs, likely stimulating her, but for the frog demon, it was for its own pleasure. It was impatient, something that may cost it its life it wasn't careful. It didn't hold her hands after all, more interested in dragging her away towards the orb, and attempting to pull her out of her clothing.

Ebony cried out as the creature's dick rubbed against her pants, the oils seeping through the thin layer of clothing. Her crotch dampened more and more, causing her legs to shift and twitch. Her clothing began to be removed. Ebony's jacket went first, then her shirt. She shivered as her skin was exposed. As the beast continued to grind against her and drag her, Ebony reached down to grab her second pistol. She moaned slightly, twitching as the warmth from the oil spread through her crotch, however, she managed to raise the pistol with a shaky hand and shoot it at him.

So complacent was the frog demon, that he was enthralled on stripping her. Her clothing was steadily coming off. He was working on her tight jeans when the 'bang' went off. Had she been in normal shape, or gotten the shot off early, she would have hit him dead on in the head. As it stood, the small spurt of blood that trickled down from the new wound on the creature's cheek was a testament to her aim. It sat for a few seconds, clearly stunned an odd shocked expression on its face, before it reached for her hand, attempting to disarm her once and for all.

With one hand reaching for her gun, and one claw gripped into her pants to pull it down, Ebony found herself topless, but relatively unrestrained.

Ebony gasped in shock as her shot missed. The beast stopped, sitting on her as the blood dripped down it's cheek. Then, it began to try and pull her pants down while also reaching for the gun. Ebony desperately tried to push both hands away, but her lustful state resulted in shaky weak hands. Her pants slid down, revealing wet underwear, and her gun slid across the room, leaving her underneath the beast. Her body was burning with a heated lust that her mind was trying to fight off as she laid under the creature in nothing but her panties.

"You're mine now." Grok the demon grunted, pushing aside her feeble attempts at stopping him aside. Pushing Ebony's legs apart, he gripped her firm ass, and pushed it up, resting her head in his lap, he pinned her arms with his powerful legs as he placed his face at her wet pussy. Letting his tongue drop down between her breasts, he gave her a good view before he began to lap at her nethers. Teasingly at first, before he began to push into her moist depths, the tongue writhing and twisting into her, going deeper and deeper into the prone magic girl, trying to coax an orgasm, and quell the last bit of resistance in her once and for all.

Ebony screamed, kicking and screaming in the frog creature's grasp as he pulled her up. Her legs were pushed firmed apart as he grabbed her ass and pulled it up, dragging her head onto his lap, where she could feel his throbbing cock underneath her head. As his tongue dropped down between her breasts, she gasped, "S... stop it damnit!" His tongue then moved, licking at her pussy lightly. Her back arched as her nipples became erect from the teasing. "S... stop!" she screamed, trying to kick her legs. Her legs wouldn't do anything by spasm as the tongue went deeper, threatening to steal her virginity. "S... stop! I'm a virgin!" she cried, struggled through soft moans and gasps.


A lion demi, suggesting a blend of human and lion-like traits. He has a well-defined body that is toned and trim, accentuated by the lifeguard trunks he wears. His personality is outgoing and confident, often taking the lead in interactions with Shiro. He appears to be quite knowledgeable about Rakuen's customs and practices, serving as an informative guide for Shiro. Despite his dominant role in their intimate encounters, he shows an openness to switch roles in the future. His playful demeanor comes out through frequent chuckling and teasing remarks.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure!" Cleo responded, as he walked a little bit again. "Just let me head over to our convenience showers, you should be able to wash yourself down in here" Cleo told him whilst he walked. It didn't take long for Cleo to get there, less than a minute in fact, though he could be heard greeting and exchanging pleasantries with people he passed.

Finally, Shiro would hear the metallic cling of a shower curtain being drawn, and the hiss of a shower being powered on. Shiro could actually almost feel the water as it pattered down onto Cleo's stomach. "Okay, give me a sec to get you out... Oh, since it's still your first time, I'll just make sure you get the full tour experience first" Cleo said before chuckling, as he squatted down in the cubicle.

Shiro would hear the stomach around him groaning, getting slicker, before he felt himself dropping, or rather being pulled, downwards. He was being sucked down out of the stomach to be dragged through Cleo's bowels...

Shiro listened idly as he waited for Cleo to let him out, resting against his belly as he was carried around in the lion demi's belly. After a bit, he heard Cleo talking and got curious. "What do you me-whoa!" Shiro was caught off guard as he felt his body sinking into Cleo's bowels, soon unable to speak again as he was being squeezed headfirst through the lion demi's body.

Cleo grunted with effort and groaned with pleasure, as Shiro's body was pulled through his intestines, bounced against his nerves and his prostate with scintillating effect. Inch by inch, moment by moment, it would take a good few minutes before Shiro would re-enter the world of Rakuen, albeit this time emerging not from a magical waterfall, but from the ass of it's lifeguard...

Cleo would be able to hear muffled talking from his belly as Shiro was squeezed through his bowels. After some time, Shiro would finally feel his head slip free from Cleo's ass, though he was still stuck in this position, with Cleo's tail hole around his neck. "Well, this is definitely a way of getting out of someone. This position is actually kind of hot."

"Heh... well, with a booty like yours, I wouldn't mind switching places sometime" Cleo told him with a chuckle. Shiro would see that they were in a fairly large shower cubicle, but other than that it seemed relatively normal, with a screen pulled across for their privacy... or for Shiro's, anyway. The shower water was warm but not too hot, and it gave Cleo's body a nice sheen, accentuating his already well defined body.

The young lion would continue to clench and push his occupant out of his ass, slowly but surely bringing all of Shiro back out of his insides. As he did so, the bulge in the belly that Shiro had made would disappear, leaving Cleo with his trim, toned waist back to normal.

A blush crept back onto the kitsune demi's face as he saw Cleo's body shimmering a bit with the water, even as his belly shrank with Shiro gradually slipping out of him. After a bit more time Shiro would end up on the floor of the shower, gently pulling his feet out of Cleo's ass. He sighed before standing back up again, his belly having shrunk down a decent amount after the three hours it took to get to town, now looking like he swallowed a large watermelon whole. "I wouldn't mind that. I don't think that will be the last time I'm in someone's belly, but I would love to be the one putting someone in my belly sometime." Shiro stretched out now that he could move again, and the water washed over him, cleansing his body and making it shimmer a bit in the light, his curves and round belly being shown off by the water.

"You know, from some of the sounds I heard outside, it seems like this world is farther along than I thought it was technologically."

Cleo smirked, as he pulled Shiro's own underwear out from inside of his own, and hung them on a hook where the water wasn't reaching them. He then reached over and rubbed Shiro's swollen belly. "Lots of people like you have come from the Font for years and years, all of them having these memories of their own lands and technologies... Rakuen is more about magic than science, but some people have been smart enough to recreate things from their old lives... like solar panels, building tools, just general... uh, 'quality of life' stuff, they say" Cleo explained to Shiro, whilst the water washed down on them both.

"That makes sense. I imagine that some aspects of technology are much more convenient with magic. One big problem that technology usually has is energy generation, but I imagine that lightning magic would fix that easily." Shiro murred as his swollen belly was rubbed, the orb gurgling happily from Cleo's touch. He also saw that there was soaps provided for them, and to practice using his tails, he tried to grab a bottle with one. It was difficult for him to lift with just a tail, but he was able to do so.

"I wonder if I'll be able to use magic too...? Can you use any magic Cleo?"

"Me? Sort of" Cleo informed him, standing to the side and leaning against the wall, quite content to just watch Shiro for now. "Alright, so you've seen how we can consume one another? Well, we can actually, if we concentrate and will it, digest one another as well... I know, I know, you're wondering why we'd ever do that, and I'll tell you... the big Font of Life you came from? It flows down the mountain in rivers and streams, and people who're... otherwise out of their bodies, reform in the waters as if nothing had happened... So basically, digesting in somebody's gut is entirely safe"

Cleo gave a grin at this. "And my, uh... 'magical power'? Because I've spent so long in the Fonts, both as a 'lifeguard' and from digestion, my body is basically almost one with the Font... So if I open up, I can actually let people reform inside of me" He said, before chuckling. "Imagine being digested only to wake up in the stomach you thought you'd just left."

Shiro listened intently as he cleaned himself off, making sure his body was fully clean before, out of memory, shutting off the water once he was clean and rinsed off. He had grabbed a towel that was left for him and started to dry off as Cleo spoke. "I see. I'm not sure how I feel about the whole digestion part yet, but it actually feels really good to know that I'll be safe if I do get digested, or that I'm not offing someone by digesting them."

Shiro smirked as Cleo mentioned his own power, putting on his trunks as he talked to Cleo. His trunks were the same kind as Cleo's, except blue and very tastefully showed off his bountiful booty while keeping it fully covered and letting his tails be free. "Sounds pretty disorienting if you get used to waking up in the Font when that happens. But it also sounds like you get to keep a full belly for quite a while if the 'meal' is willing to stick around."

"Some people just decide they'd rather spend all their time inside of others instead of even going outside" Cleo told him. "There's one of our friends, Tiger, I don't think he's seen the outside of somebody's stomach or balls for about... two years" Cleo remarked, before straightening up. "Don't be surprised if you don't get offers to climb up your ass for a while... Fonts, by the time we've got you all settled, the first thing I want to do is feel you suck me up that booty of yours" Cleo remarked with a grin, reaching around and giving Shiro's rump a squeeze.

Shiro seemed pretty surprised that this friend of Cleo's preferred to spend all his time in someone's belly or balls, but he couldn't blame the person for thinking that way. "I guess I can understand where your friend is coming from. Just from my experience, it was amazing inside your stomach. If not for my curiosity and love of exploration I'd probably spend all my time as someone's belly too." Shiro stretched a bit here but blushed when he heard Cleo's remark about wanting to get sucked up his booty, and he blushed even more when he felt Cleo squeeze his rump, which did excite him a tiny bit. "Well, I guess we'd better get a move on then. I'd be more than happy to give that a try once you have me do everything I need to do."

Cleo grinned, and nodded, and started to lead Shiro out of the shower area, pulling the curtain aside. He paused however, as they were about to leave. "Oh, one last thing... It probably won't happen until you've been here for a while, but... well, there is kind of a chance that you could get pregnant" Cleo told Shiro. "Although, the thing is, unless you're a cunt-boy of some sort, then, well... since your 'womb' doesn't have an exit, then you'll kind of be pregnant for, like... ever, kind of, unless you get it magically removed" Cleo explained. "Since the Font of Life regularly brings new life to Rakuen, most people actually decide to keep the life growing inside them... apparently, guys getting pregnant 'doesn't happen' in the worlds you come from, but it's natural here"


A kitsune demi, indicating that he possesses both human and fox-like features. This includes multiple tails which he's still learning to control. His body, particularly his booty, is voluptuously shaped and appealing, emphasized by the blue trunks he wears. He has an adventurous spirit with a love for exploration and curiosity about new experiences. Despite being new to Rakuen's unique practices, Shiro shows adaptability and open-mindedness towards them. He also exhibits certain shyness as evidenced by frequent blushing during intimate interactions but isn't shy about expressing his desires or attractions.

Cleo grinned, and nodded, and started to lead Shiro out of the shower area, pulling the curtain aside. He paused however, as they were about to leave. "Oh, one last thing... It probably won't happen until you've been here for a while, but... well, there is kind of a chance that you could get pregnant" Cleo told Shiro. "Although, the thing is, unless you're a cunt-boy of some sort, then, well... since your 'womb' doesn't have an exit, then you'll kind of be pregnant for, like... ever, kind of, unless you get it magically removed" Cleo explained. "Since the Font of Life regularly brings new life to Rakuen, most people actually decide to keep the life growing inside them... apparently, guys getting pregnant 'doesn't happen' in the worlds you come from, but it's natural here"

Shiro listened to Cleo's explanation as they started to leave the shower area, and was intrigued by his words. "That's definitely something that doesn't happen in my old world. Only women could get pregnant. Unless you were a seahorse." Hearing what Cleo said about pregnancy, it made Shiro poke his belly idly. It only had cum in it, but he wondered how it would feel to be pregnant. "But the whole being permanently pregnant thing does sound kind of hot, if a bit inconvenient. Having a big belly all the time could be nice."


An attractive young woman, given the sexual nature of her interactions with Shiki. Her personality is submissive and obedient, as she willingly follows Shiki's commands and seeks his approval. She also seems resourceful and strategic, considering her suggestions for manipulating Rei Mikewa and obtaining information from Miya.

Ami moaned, each time that finger thrust into her; driving her mad, filling her with passion and making pleasure coil tight somewhere near her belly. She was gripping the sides of the chair tightly, barely managing to keep herself from fucking the finger as it thrust into her. "May I cum, now Master? Will you let me cum from your fingers?"

Her words were sweet, and her thoughts aligned exactly with his own plans. She could still think for herself, but already it was all for him, her obedience drew deep, and it was simply up to him to ensure that she did not slip from his fingers, that he continued to impose his will upon her, ensure that her life was fulfilling and pleasurable so that she did not wish to go back to that old life of hers, of responsibility and care.

When she requested to cum, this time he gave her psyche a little boost, deciding that her full cooperation deserved a reward. There was no need to hide his plans from her any longer, she was his, and he would grant her the one wish she had before she let herself go. "Your master is pleased with you. When you do cum, do remember to acknowledge your place, and to whom you owe all of yourself to. Your sister will come to know the pleasures of obeying me, she will be my protector, with your help... she will obey. Now cum, cum and obey."

He told her as he curled his finger within her, sliding deep and inwards in hopes of touching her G-spot, hoping that her body would aid in helping him not just find it, but push up against it in order to bring her the ultimate pleasure, a climax to end all thoughts but of her master within her mind.

A small part of Ami was pleased to know it wouldn't be necessary to kill her sister outright, but her resolve to do so if she had to was unmoved, if Saki wouldn't come over to their side, she'd have to be dealt with. She stretched her arms up over her head, gripping the back of the chair for support. "Thank you... thank you, Master!" She moaned and finally gave herself over to the urges that she'd been holding back for so long.

It was easy enough for him to brush her G-spot with his fingers once he curled them, she felt it brush against his finger in one of her first few thrusts and adjusted the angle of her hips so that it continued to hit her G-spot with every thrust. As she fucked his fingers, all semblance of control left, and she was now wantonly moaning and crying out in pleasure as she worked herself to climax. It didn't take long, only a few minutes for her to reach her peak. To her credit, she managed to hold herself together long enough to follow his orders.

"Master... Master Shiki makes me cum, I owe all of myself to him!" She cried out as she reached her climax, toes curling, legs tense and kicking. Her abdominal muscles spasmed so hard they forced her to bend forward in the chair. The intensity faded quickly, but she was left quivering and gasping for breath for several minutes after.

If she had been the same girl she was at the beginning of the evening, she would have been repulsed by herself. But she was no longer that same girl.

Shiki gave her what she wanted, sliding his fingers in rhythm with her hips and working with her for the first time in order to bring her to that climax. He kept his fingers buried inside of her when she finally reached that peak, ensuring that it lasted as long as possible, before pulling his fingers out of her as he let her gather herself.

"That's a good girl. Now, why don't we get you cleaned up... and we'll be able to talk about your new orders. You've pleased your master so far, but this is just the beginning. We must ensure that no one knows of what you have become, of who your real master is so that you can serve me to your full potential. And of course, we must plan on how to ensure the rest of your team will not be a threat to me. I'd say... perhaps one of your old enemies can help me out. Perhaps that cute techno girl, I'm sure you keep tabs on them no?"

He stroked her hair a little and waited for her to gather herself before he would move to help her up so that they could get her settled. He was sure she would need a shower after all that had happened to her, and hopefully that would give her enough time to gather the information she would need for him. Plus, it was getting late, and she still needed to get home before anyone became suspicious.

Ami pulled herself together rather quickly, considering she'd just experienced her first orgasm at the hands of her master. She lingered a bit in the chair after she caught her breath, enjoying the feeling of his fingers stroking her hair; but she didn't linger long and was standing a moment later. "Of course, Master. I eagerly await my new orders." Neither her nudity, nor the girl juices splashed across the insides of her eyes seemed to bother her as she stood in front of him. If not for the slight flush that had spread across her body, or the fluids that clung to the insides of her legs, you wouldn't have guessed the girl had just felt the most intensely satisfying orgasm of her life thus far.

"If you prefer, we could discuss things while I clean up, rather than after. I know we are pressed for time." She offered.

"Go ahead then Ami. Come on, let me show you to the bathroom. We will need aid, help in the form of ensuring your friends will not break from control, especially your sister. So, tell me what you know about the villainous... I'm sure she still goes to our school, can you use your powers in order to ensure her... cooperation?"

Shiki began to lead Ami back upstairs, to the second floor bathroom in order to get her into the shower. At this point, he really did need to simply pluck the information from her mind in order to ensure that the rest of his plans would go well. He had known a lot about her, but her friends would likely not be so simple to break.

After all, her weakness was well aligned with his ability. He knew she craved control, and he provided it to her in spades. The others, not so much, but with Ami now ready to betray them, it was a matter of planning, and patience.

Ami followed him back upstairs to the bathroom on the second floor. "She does still go to our school, yes. But I'm not sure if I could use my powers to ensure she cooperates. She still harbors a very intense grudge against us; especially Kiko and my sister. But, I think we could use the grudge to manipulate her into cooperating." She answered after thinking seriously for a moment. "Her name is Rei... Rei Mikewa I think."

The more she thought about it, the more she realized she hadn't kept tabs on old enemies as well as she should have. She'd always left those concerns to the other girls. "I'm afraid I don't have much more information on her; Miya would. Shall I try to get it from her?" Ami asked, already formulating in her mind just how she could go about doing so.


An older, dominant man with a strong presence, given his ability to control and manipulate Ami. He is calculating and strategic, as he carefully plans how to use Ami and her connections to further his own goals. His personality shows that he is confident in his power over others and enjoys exercising this control in both mental and physical ways.

"Go ahead then Ami. Come on, let me show you to the bathroom. We will need aid, help in the form of ensuring your friends will not break from control, especially your sister. So, tell me what you know about the villainous... I'm sure she still goes to our school, can you use your powers in order to ensure her... cooperation?"

Shiki began to lead Ami back upstairs, to the second floor bathroom in order to get her into the shower. At this point, he really did need to simply pluck the information from her mind in order to ensure that the rest of his plans would go well. He had known a lot about her, but her friends would likely not be so simple to break.

After all, her weakness was well aligned with his ability. He knew she craved control, and he provided it to her in spades. The others, not so much, but with Ami now ready to betray them, it was a matter of planning, and patience.


A woman with an attractive body, particularly noted for her larger breasts. Despite being older than Jacob she is somewhat naive and inexperienced in the BDSM lifestyle. Her personality is submissive and eager to please, willing to follow Jacob's directions while also voicing her own concerns for safety. She is excited by the prospect of exploring new sexual experiences and shows a high level of trust in Jacob. Despite her submission, she maintains agency through her use of the agreed safe word "melon".

Meredith looked at her new friend and smiled. "I am glad to hear your version of fun." She said with an eager tone. She walked into his studio apartment, her eyes taking in the sight of it before the door was closed and she was pressed against it. Slamming it shut and had his body so pressed to hers. He again returned with the word fun and what he liked to do was unconventional. She looked him up and down carefully, noticing the excited smile on his face. He wanted this, but did he want the same thing like her?

"Before, I say 'Yes sir' I will but... will you explain to me what you plan to do with me? The rules of your fun, and the words for safety?" Obviously they were strangers and she didn't want to be hurt by some serial killer, even though this was a young boy who for some reason unbeknownst to her had a lot of money. "But I do plan to say... yes, sir." She said making it clear, but she wanted to know the safety or if soon she would be tied to his basement and not come out anymore.

Jacob found himself smirking at her questions, "I think we'll get along just fine... you clearly know what you're talking about." He pressed a light kiss to her hairline. "If I told you specifically, I don't think it'd be a surprise. I'll just say... if you wanna be tied up, I'll tie you up. If you want to be an absolute mess from cumming so much, I'll get you there."

His hand by her head wandered down to her chest, his eyes on her larger breasts. "As for a safe word, we'll go with 'melon' if that's fine with you?" He didn't want to scare her away after all. "If you do end up being gagged though, I want you to blink rapidly if you're not blindfolded."

Jacob stroked his thumb against her bottom lip. "For rules, I have none for myself personally, but I'll do anything that doesn't make you uncomfortable. I may push you, but I won't force myself on you." His eyes searched hers for a moment before smirking as she repeated the title. "Now, if you're amenable to that, get on your knees and put that pretty mouth to work on my cock, it'd like some attention."

Meredith looked at him and nodded. A small squeak came as he kissed her hairline. She was melting and pooling at his feet. She listened as he spoke, melon was the safe word. She was going to be gagged? Or blindfolded? The whole idea of it all made her excited, her tongue had to run around her lip for a moment. To make them wet and not so dry. She needed something to drink, her throat was dry from excitement. When he spoke of rules and making her be pushed she nodded. "Yes, sir."

She then sunk to her knees, opening his pants and pulling down any other material that was in the way. She opened her mouth and licked his cock, running her tongue along the sides. She then grabbed the tip, starting slow and teasing, dragging her tongue in swirls along his tip before going a bit further, taking in more of him as she wiped her tongue around the cock, licking and bobbing her head as she could. She couldn't believe that this was happening. She was going to have some fun with something kinky.

When she said it again, Jacob hummed a bit as he watched her sink to her knees. "Good to know follow directions so well, Meredith." Jacob smiled to himself, knowing that would be the last time he'd use her name tonight.

He let her open him up, deeply amused at how fast and eagerly she got to work with his cock. "Look at me." He ordered, his thumb gently stroking along her cheek in an affectionate way, although his words were far from it. "You make such a good cock slut, you know that?" Some women liked being called as such, others didn't, he wondered which she would be.

His large hands gathered her long hair to be held as a pony tail at the back of her head as he began to move her along his cock, pushing her head towards him to see how much she could take. "Don't worry if you drool, or make any sort of mess, okay?" And while he said it like a question, it was more of a statement as he hoped to see how dirty she could get.

Meredith wasn't used to such words. The idea of following an order used to be just a day dream. Now she was obeying and behaving like he wanted her too. She moaned continuing to bob her head.

The way he held her hair was dream like. She continued to slurp on his cock. She went with each motion trying to make it a bit messier for him. She was glad she could help him that way.

She felt his hold and bobbed her head. Slurping and moaning. Her eyes trailing upward as he spoke. She tried to be sexy like but the desire of making someone happy was raging through her.

The way she sucked Meredith made him groan his head lolling to the side a bit as he looked down at her, loving how well she seemed to listen. Especially given how she seemed to be dazed and moaning—showing how much she was enjoying it herself. "Fuck, you're like a dream..." Jacob breathed out, his hand holding her hair pushing her head down further on his cock, enjoying the way her throat felt.

"Breathe through your nose." He said, noting the bit of struggle she had as she took his length fully into her mouth. When he knew Meredith couldn't take it anymore, he pulled her off, loving the sight of drool connect her swollen lips to his cock. "That's a beautiful sight." He hummed as he took his hand and wrapped it around the base of his member and stroking up to collect the excess saliva.

Jacob pulled Meredith up by her hair, nudging her to stand as his hand dove between her legs once more, his wet hand wrapping around her throat before spreading it down her chest, loving the way it glistened. "Now, I'll tell you what's going to happen," his hand dove between her legs once more, noting that it was practically dripping at this point, "I'm going to take you to my favorite room," he slipped two and then quickly another finger into her sobbing hole, "and you're going to become my plaything for the night," his hand quickly sped up to pump in and out of her as the wet noise filled the room, "understand?"

Meredith stared at him as she pushed further, breathing through her nose as he directed, sucking and bobbing her head. Her tongue moving around hoping it was doing well enough for him. He stated she was a dream. Was she powerful enough to keep the dream going for him?

She groaned at the feeling of his hands pulling her up, standing on two feet as she looked at him. Her hands were eager on her side as they clenched in fists by her. His finger probed her body. She was just willing to do about anything at this point. "Yes, sir. Anything, sir." She knew the word.

Melon was the word to say when she couldn't so just anything anymore. She was at his willing mercy and she wanted it bad. His command over her was intense.


A man of commanding presence, attractive given his confidence and the way Meredith responds to him. He is sexually experienced and knowledgeable about BDSM practices. His personality is dominant and assertive but also considerate, caring about his partner's comfort and safety while maintaining control in their sexual encounters. His ability to balance authority with respect suggests a level of maturity.

Meredith stared at him as she pushed further, breathing through her nose as he directed, sucking and bobbing her head. Her tongue moving around hoping it was doing well enough for him. He stated she was a dream. Was she powerful enough to keep the dream going for him?

She groaned at the feeling of his hands pulling her up, standing on two feet as she looked at him. Her hands were eager on her side as they clenched in fists by her. His finger probed her body. She was just willing to do about anything at this point. "Yes, sir. Anything, sir." She knew the word.

Melon was the word to say when she couldn't so just anything anymore. She was at his willing mercy and she wanted it bad. His command over her was intense.

"Mmm, good girl." Jacob purred, happy that she was so willing for him. The woman clearly needed it bad, and he had to wonder if she had truly been able to be with someone like him before. Based on the near desperation, he guessed not.

His hands went around her dress and full unzipped it, watching as it fell away from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. "My god you're beautiful..." He breathed out, his hands wandering up to her breath and rubbing his thumbs over them, watching in amusement as they quickly perked up. Giving one of them a light slap, he took her hand and began pulling her towards the smaller room he had on the first floor.

Inside was a deep purple room that clearly looked like someone's collection of toys and amusement—things that the normal kinky person only dreamed off. "We're going to go a bit slow, to see where your limit is at." He explained, walking her over to an open spot in the corner of the room that had mirrored panels and a chain above it. He placed her in front of it as he went to grab some black rope.

"I don't mind suspension, it helps with displaying you," He said, finding what he was looking for and walking back with it, "But I don't believe in a position that for an extended amount of time would cause pain." Jacob moves her arms to be behind her back, laying on top of one another. "Being uncomfortable is fine, but pain can lead to long term damage," He begins to expertly bind her arms and wrists together before looping them around her front. "I think we both can agree on that." He chuckled, tying a knot to lay between her breasts before wrapping under her collarbone and back around from her armpits.