A big bull anthro with a strong, masculine build. He drives a Jeep and has an imposing presence. His personality is caring, protective, and considerate towards his partner. He values the pleasure and well-being of Sasha, ensuring she feels welcome and cared for in their intimate encounters. Despite having human thought patterns, he still retains some territorial instincts from his animal side.

The big bull drove up the dusty farm road and parked his jeep next to the pasture fence. He hopped out of his jeep and waved to the farmer who owned the land. The Anthro made his way up to the old looking barn and stopped in front of the newly installed metal doors. A security strip was installed next to it and Christopher pulled out his key card.

He swiped his card and the doors opened up. He stepped inside and once he did his ears were met with the moans and screams of pleasure from the multiple stable stalls. As Christopher made his way deeper into the barn he stopped at a stable stall that had his I.D. number on it and slid his keycard through the security strip. The door unlocked and the big bull stepped inside the stable closing the door behind him. He stripped his pants off and the moment he did his cock sprang free. It was already thick and hard and he needed to mount his breeder soon.

She was gorgeous laying there in the nude on the bed of hay and straw and Christopher smiled. He grabbed two goose down pillows and a blanket from a cabinet and set them next to the adorable cow-girl. "Sasha honey wake up. I'm your assigned Anthro."

Sasha looked up her eyes were a ice blue color. Her skin was a natural tan color, her hair was black as coal. She smiled. "Hi, I'm Sasha and who are you?" She asked and stood. Sasha stood at about 6' and looked to weigh at about 175 pounds. She had long shapely legs and a chest that had 'AA' cup breasts.

"Hello to you as well Sasha. I'm Christopher Longhoof, I'm your assigned breeder for the rest of your life here." He grabbed two pillows and a blanket then stripped down naked before settling down next to Sasha. "I couldn't help but notice that you have a thick accent Sasha. Where are you from?" Christopher was curious as to where she was from and how she got here. He knew every girl that bred with him closely because unlike the rest of the Anthros Christopher wanted his girls to feel welcome and cared about. They were people too. Even if their now lifelong profession was to be vessels for offspring.

"I'm from Egypt where are you from Mr. Longhoof?" Sasha asked and undid her braided her. She let her black silk hair fall. She stood up her hair fell to her waist covering up a Egyptian tattoo on her back. She yawned "do you know what time it is?" She placed a hand on her stomach as it growled. She had slept through breakfast cause she had just come in last night and they had to do a examination on her.

Christopher looked at his cellphone and it said that it was well past noon now. The culinary staff would be preparing lunches by now. "It is 2:30. I can certainly order you a meal if you like. It would be rude of me to let you breed on a empty stomach." He grabbed a clipboard then and looked her charts over and looked at her nutrition charts and looked at what foods she was allowed to have.

It said that she was allowed some sweets but mostly fruits and vegetables to keep her system regular. He pressed a button on a call box then and informed the staff to have a sweet fruit salad with a yogurt dressing delivered to Stable 6. Once the order was placed he turned his affections back to Sasha. He sat down next to her and pulled the girl into lap and rubbed his cock between her legs to help get her wet. "That's a gorgeous tattoo Sasha."

Sasha smiled at him "Thank you Christopher for ordering lunch for me" she giggled when he pulled her onto his lap and began rubbing his cock between her legs. She groaned and arched her back "Thank you... it's a symbol of Horus... my... protector..." She said between breaths. Moisture had started to build up and was traveling down her legs, her scent was heavy in the air

Christopher smiled as he watched Sasha enjoy the attention he was giving her. He had never been assigned an Egyptian girl yet so it would be a first for him. He was sure that they would enjoy all the same though.

The bull continued rubbing his thick girth between Sasha's legs pleasuring her softly and slowly. A symbol of her protector huh? Well he was her protector now and no one but he or the medical staff would touch her from this point on. He wouldn't allow anyone else near her because of his territorial instincts. Despite having a human thought pattern all Anthros still retained their baser instincts of the species they were born of. Christopher being a bull he was very territorial and would never allow another male to touch Sasha intimately. For they would surely die if they tried.

Sasha smiled at him her mood being now turned on. She slowly got off and grasped his thick cock with one of her hands. She sunk down on the hay between his legs and began licking his cock. Her tongue stroked up and down the thick cock like a cat lapping up milk. She did that for quite some time then traced circles on the head. She watched him as she did all this, her eyes behind a curtain of thick black lashes.

Christopher groaned and mooed lowly from the attention his erect member received. He watched Sasha play and lick his manhood with lust hazed eyes wondering how long this beautiful had had to hide for so long. Well no more he thought to himself. This Egyptian beauty was here to stay and she no longer had to hold her inhibitions locked within her soul. He stopped her then and tipped her chin up and brought her face to his and he kissed her deeply. After a moment he broke the kiss and nuzzled her cheek with his large bovine nose.

"While I did enjoy that Sasha I don't ever want you to do it again for me. A lady should never have to stoop so low to pleasure her man." He smiled and encircled her waist with both hands lifting her up and slowly bringing down on his bovine cock. The large bulbous head slowly opening Sasha's womanhood so that a sticky wet sound filled the silence of the room while he filled her gently.

Sasha groaned as he pulled her away from sucking on his cock. "but I like doing that" she protested it felt good knowing that she could do that to a man making him tick. She smiled as he lifted her up and his head of his erect member slowly opened her womanhood. She moaned and circled her arms around his neck and lowered herself down to as much as she could take, which was all of it. She then began to slowly ride his thick member, moaning each time she came down.

Christopher watched Sasha ride his thick cock slowly and he smiled. For him it was all about the females pleasure. Her orgasm, her flesh quaking experience and eye rolling numbness. The bull Anthro's pleasure stemmed from the girl that he was pleasuring. He took pride in knowing that even some of the girls that came specifically requested him as their breeder.

Christopher turned his attention back to Sasha then and he slowly glided one hand up her body to rest on her plump round breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I saw the look on your face when I told you no more headjobs and it broke my heart Sasha. So for you and you alone. I'll allow it." He nuzzled her cheek with his maw and pumped up into her suddenly to give her a jolt of pleasure.


A 6-foot tall Egyptian cow-girl with a natural tan complexion, ice blue eyes, and coal-black hair that falls to her waist. She has an 'AA' cup breast size and long shapely legs. Her personality is friendly, open-minded, and submissive as she enjoys pleasuring her partner without hesitation.

Christopher watched Sasha ride his thick cock slowly and he smiled. For him it was all about the females pleasure. Her orgasm, her flesh quaking experience and eye rolling numbness. The bull Anthro's pleasure stemmed from the girl that he was pleasuring. He took pride in knowing that even some of the girls that came specifically requested him as their breeder.

Christopher turned his attention back to Sasha then and he slowly glided one hand up her body to rest on her plump round breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I saw the look on your face when I told you no more headjobs and it broke my heart Sasha. So for you and you alone. I'll allow it." He nuzzled her cheek with his maw and pumped up into her suddenly to give her a jolt of pleasure.

Sasha smiled the gave a pour groan when he popped into her. Her breathing quickened and she picked up pace. Her velvet walls clenched around his thick Kennedy. "Christopher... I... think... I'm... going... to... cum!" She said and she yelled the word cum as she did her velvet walls clenched down hard on his thick erection and her Liszt instantly was soaked in juices.


The god of war, with an imposing presence and a deep connection to the fiery nature of battle. He can take on various forms, but in this story, he assumes the appearance of a muscular man with dark hair and tanned skin to please Hermia. His personality is that of a powerful deity who appreciates acts of valor and courage in mortals. While he does not meddle in human affairs directly, he finds pleasure in rewarding those who impress him during times of conflict.

Ares observed the war from Olympus, amused by humans' futile struggles. As the god of war, he could have intervened but chose to let heroes emerge. He noticed a female soldier displaying exceptional valor amidst dwindling numbers in her unit.

As their campaign neared its end, Ares decided to visit her at the desert camp. He took on an attractive human form and planned to seduce her as a reward for her bravery. With nightfall, tents were raised, and each warrior had their own space. The female soldier was alone in hers when Ares, excited by his first such encounter in centuries, approached under the cover of darkness.

The yelling of the women as well as the male soldiers were deafening, but not to her. Hermia, her name was, was of course, a skillful fighter. There was no deafening sounds of battle, not a cannon, nothing. She was a well-built woman, with muscles disguised in a very slender woman. Her armor was well-suited and built for her, fitting her body perfectly. Her eyes were trained as hawks as she lead one of her small group into battle, shouting quick words of fights and quotes, as well as encouragements. They were not afford to lose, she thought as one of her swords sliced easily pass the poorly-built armor of one of her enemy, watching him gasp in pain and fell right onto the ground. This was a battle that was easily won, she thought with a smirk, before bringing it down to a killing blow.

Now the end of the battle was given them as the winners when the other side fearfully surrendered, and her leader took them in as prisoners for man-hell labors. There were a few women who tried to fight, tried to win over the strong captain of theirs, but she clearly thought it was stupid. Hermia was a strong-minded woman, there was nothing getting in her way of winning, and maybe one day be the leader or general of the large-mass army. She was in her tent, the cloth of the tent waving softly with the breeze. Inside, was only her. There was a queen-size bed. Don't let the size trick you, for it can be quickly fold up together. Technologies and ideas these days. She was changed into a silk-white cloth that a Roman woman would wear.

It was comfortable than those armors, she admitted, but those are what that saves your life. She hadn't heard the step of the god, but more focus on brushing her long, brown hair, itself drying as she hummed an old song.

Ares stepped through inside the tent. No one was aware of his presence there and only the woman would. He passed through the flapping flaps of the tent, but the air was still as dry inside as it was outside in this desert land. Only the woman was inside and she appeared to have changed from her armor to silk. Such a fitting match. She may have been a warrior, but compared to what Ares was planning on doing, tonight, she was going to be a woman all over again.

She was brushing her hair and still Ares approached. He came in the form of a form that would most please Hermia, some form of a muscular man with dark hair. His skin was tanned from the dessert heat and he wore nothing except for a cloth tied around his waist and covered his manhood. He was no man, but he still knew and had desires for mortal women. All was still once he stopped behind Hermia. He placed a hand on her shoulder as he spoke. "Hermia, you have done Ares well in combat during this war. It is time to be rewarded for your valor and courage. Will you accept his gift?"

Hermia hadn't noticed the man yet, for then it must mean that he was a very good man in sneaking up on people, though it doesn't mean he is doing that? She flinched at his touch, and her guard turned up as she whipped around quickly, turning in determination to hit whoever touched her. Her smooth hair was then flowed down in her shoulder, and it took her awhile to calm down.

"Ares? The great God of War?" echoed in shock from her smooth yet tough voice. It was quite surprising. She worshipped the god greatly, but didn't know he was actually going to give her a gift.

Ares was ready for whatever Hermia would do to him for he was a Master of every style of combat, in fact he created each style and gifted the new knowledge to those who were worthy of it to teach to others as equally talented. Ares knew Hermia would not strike out against him. She was beauty before him but such a thing was fragile in certain positions. Ares reached out with a hand, his finger coming over the silk she wore and slid the strap down her shoulder. "I have chosen you to receive this great gift and only you can bear it." the touch itself was hot like a fire for Ares was war and the great fire of battle raged deep within him. His other hand came up and slid the other strap off her shoulder letting the weight of her silk carry down across her curves.

It seemed as Hermia had den hypnotized by the news that still had cause her her silence, unable to fully understand how greatly it meant. She little knew of what he might do to her, for she had been in the world of combat and bloody war, there was no time for those type of play. Yes, she had heard of them, from the men saying and bragging to one another through their drunken breath. Hermia shivered from his touch, feeling the slight heat that would be one to be burned, but this one felt safe and... relaxing.

Her thoughts snapped back into reality. She wasn't in the war that had taken place today. She was in the loose clothing that fitted perfectly on her. Her black hair was cascaded down her back as he reached and slowly dragged the dress down. She watched his other hand as it took the other golden strap, feeling his tough yet gentle fingers as well as the expensive texture of the strap go down her smooth shoulder. "Sir..." she murmured quietly.

Ares said nothing. He had already said everything the god of war needed to say. He was not the god of love nor did he pretend to be. This was something he was set on doing something that driven out a list that had rarely been exposed. The dress came down smoothly exposing the great features of the woman before him. She was a warrior and tonight she was going to feel the fire of his lust consume her. He leaned forward, one hand went for her breast while the other trailed slowly between her legs. On any other woman his touch would have been burned mad by his fiery touch but to the warrior woman she would endure.

Fingers played at her nipple while the other parted her pussy with two fingers. His mouth came forth bit did not kiss her lips. No instead his mouth kissed her other nipple before sucking on the pink flesh. With his other hand he had managed to part her pussy but his middle finger was added to go directly inside of her filling her with a hot finger. His lust was known by now and so his cock grew forth pushing aside the loin cloth that was meant to hide it,


A strong, skillful female fighter with a slender yet muscular build. Her long brown hair and well-suited armor add to her striking appearance. She possesses a tough, determined personality, focused on leading her troops to victory and potentially becoming a leader or general of the army one day. Hermia is also strong-minded and not easily swayed by distractions or temptations, making her an exceptional warrior in the heat of battle.

Ares said nothing. He had already said everything the god of war needed to say. He was not the god of love nor did he pretend to be. This was something he was set on doing something that driven out a list that had rarely been exposed. The dress came down smoothly exposing the great features of the woman before him. She was a warrior and tonight she was going to feel the fire of his lust consume her. He leaned forward, one hand went for her breast while the other trailed slowly between her legs. On any other woman his touch would have been burned mad by his fiery touch but to the warrior woman she would endure.

Fingers played at her nipple while the other parted her pussy with two fingers. His mouth came forth bit did not kiss her lips. No instead his mouth kissed her other nipple before sucking on the pink flesh. With his other hand he had managed to part her pussy but his middle finger was added to go directly inside of her filling her with a hot finger. His lust was known by now and so his cock grew forth pushing aside the loin cloth that was meant to hide it,

Her breath grew hard as she felt a hand on her breast, and fingers lingering on her leg. Her stomach was contracting nervously for her, but his touch was unbearable, sending Hermia shivering. So this is what it really felt when a man touch a woman. His fingers was at the opening of her pussy, and she closed her eyes and let out a moan, burying her face on his neck as his middle finger entered her, feeling his lips on her other breast.


A large, powerful orc male, physically imposing with his great size and muscular build. His physique is further emphasized by his rough skin and coarse hair. Despite being an orc known for their typically savage behavior, Dorn shows surprising gentleness and patience in his interactions with Anya. He exhibits a level of control over his desires that's uncommon for his kind. While he does have a high sexual need, he doesn't force himself onto Anya, instead choosing to gradually introduce her to their intimate relationship. He also possesses an unexpected speed for someone of his size, revealing an agile side to him. His possession of battle gear suggests that he's a warrior or has combat experience.

He could tell in her movements and sudden change of attitude that Anya was being told to do something she didn't care for. If that was the case, then she shouldn't have mentioned it. Dorn, as needy and frustrated as he was, would have been content to return to his bed and sate his lust as he had for years. His mind was starting to change on that notion, however. As long as he didn't force himself on his slave girl, then she still wasn't like the others. His ritual of celibacy could remain intact... in a very odd way. As the girl neared, his cock flooded with crimson fluid and hardened all the more. He wanted nothing more than to launch himself off the chair and pin her to the ground, wrapping his sinew around her smaller form and making such love as he never had to a human girl before. He'd hold back, however. If he was to get to that point without rape, it would take time.

For the moment, he gave a soft, growling rumble of appeasement and watched Anya grip him. Her hands, though rough with work, were still softer than an orc's. He felt her warmth and the wetness of her mouth and sighed openly. By the gods it was magnificent! He remained seated a long while, content to let his slave do as she pleased with his long, hard phallus. Dorn almost smiled. Finally he started to grow anxious again. One of his huge, powerful hands lifted to Anya's fair head and rested there. He urged her on, gently pushing her down his length and groaning with the tight feel of her throat. Whether she started to protest or not, he didn't notice. Dorn shut his eyes tight, reveling in the joy of having a woman's mouth around his hot girth.

As her master sighed contently, Anya looked up at him. Was he really enjoying this? Her answer came in the form of Dorn's hand. She winced as the weight of his palm came to rest on the top of her head, but in some odd way it was... comforting? To see that she could provide such relief to the man, Anya sighed. Maybe she could do this after all, especially if it seemed as though she was endearing herself to him.

"Mmmh! Mmmnn!" Anya said, her words utterly as she felt more and more of Dorn's length pass her lips, over her tongue, and slipping down her throat. "Nnmmf!" She protested lightly, the strain of having him so deep in her mouth and throat forced tears from her eyes. She gagged. Jerking back, Anya relieved herself of her girth. Coughing, Anya's mouth was still connected to Dorn's cock by thick strands of saliva that was as thick as webbing.

"S-Sorry," Anya said, gasping for air between cough. "Not. Used. To that." Not wanting to see any mark of displeasure on Dorn's features, Anya leaned back in and set her tongue to work. She cleaned up the thick strands of spit before she took those first few inches back into her mouth. She lacked technique, but Anya's hope in pleasing her new master gave her ministrations an eager energy.

The great man's head started to fall back, rapt in the overwhelming delight of the first woman's touch he'd felt in years. Anya was surely the best slave he could have purchased- and well worth the amount he paid. Dorn saw that then more than ever. He was lost in his sexual trance when he felt her pull away and gasp. His eyes rolled back to their proper position and he lifted his gaze to her. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he was more concerned with his dangerously high level of need than her comfort. 'Used to that' or not, a greenskin could be calmed in only three ways when his blood ran hot. Two of those ways involved death, so he was left with but one choice.

Dorn leaned up from his chair with a speed something his size shouldn't possess. He shoved Anya over to her back and landed atop her, his arms holding his great mass over her ample bust and lithe but muscled body. His thighs parted her own, making room for his throbbing manhood to fall from her cunt to her lower chest. He let her feel his weight, something he knew deep down every whore wanted. His masculine perspiration would penetrate her nostrils. His sparse but course hair and rough flesh would rub against her supple frame with the heat of a raging furnace.

But one thing was different with Dorn. Where any other orc would simply force themselves deep into a woman and plumbed her depths, Dorn preferred to savor the feel of Anya beneath him... at least for a short while. He suddenly dropped his upper body, planting what amount of his lips weren't hidden by tusk on hers.

Dorn had moved so fast that Anya didn't have time to scream her surprise. As her back hit the dirt floor, Anya's body tensed, fully expecting the girth that had been in mouth to be sheathed roughly into her sex. But that sudden, savage stroke didn't come. The addition surprise deflated the tension her body; Dorn's thighs would find no resistance in her own. His musk ensnared her nose just as much the weight of his cock seemed to pin her stomach down.

"W-What are you—mmf!" Dorn was nothing if not filled with surprises. Even if the orc was unapologetic in his need, the... gentleness was something Anya didn't think she would experience from an orc, much less from one that claimed her as property.

Her body shifted beneath Dorn's great bulk, her softer flesh rubbing back against Dorn's manhood. Moaning into the kiss, Anya's eyes fluttered shut as she let go of sight for but a moment to just feel. Dorn was not the orc on that stone stage... if this how her new master was... then maybe this would not be so bad. When their kiss broke, Anya pleaded, "Please make me yours... Master."

Her eager reception of his advances felt wonderful to Dorn. Here he thought he'd have to rape the girl to get what he wanted in the end, but having her ask- almost beg for it was something altogether new and wonderful. He was ready to fuck her harder than he'd ever taken any woman- or man for that matter. But not just yet. The orc, pulled away from Anya's lips and traveled down her body. He ran his tongue down the valley of her cleavage and around her peaks. Further kissing and biting at her with his blunt tusks, the man found his way to her hot crevice. He slid his tongue up and down her slit, suddenly plunging it into her as deep as he could. Her scent and taste was intoxicating! The orc wrapped his thick arms around Anya's thighs from beneath and hauled her up to his face, feasting on her womanhood for a long while.

Finally he let her slide back to the ground, confident that she could be no more wet for him. But he wasn't ready to rail her even then. Dorn stood and pulled Anya up by the hand. He walked her back to his inner sanctum, which was little more than a pile of furs making a bed and his battle gear in a corner of the small room. He lay back on the bed, which looked tiny by comparison. His giant erection stood before him, screaming for attention. He put his big hands behind his head and stared heatedly at the girl. "Ride."


A female slave with a fair complexion and an ample bust, indicating her attractive physique. Her body is lithe but muscular, suggestive of physical labor and toughness. Despite being in servitude, she possesses a resilient spirit and adapts to her new circumstances with surprising optimism. She's initially reluctant about her duties but gradually shows willingness to please Dorn, displaying an unexpected comfort in his presence. Her ability to convey concern through non-verbal cues indicates a sensitive nature, while her perseverance under discomfort exhibits strength and resilience.

Her eager reception of his advances felt wonderful to Dorn. Here he thought he'd have to rape the girl to get what he wanted in the end, but having her ask- almost beg for it was something altogether new and wonderful. He was ready to fuck her harder than he'd ever taken any woman- or man for that matter. But not just yet. The orc, pulled away from Anya's lips and traveled down her body. He ran his tongue down the valley of her cleavage and around her peaks. Further kissing and biting at her with his blunt tusks, the man found his way to her hot crevice. He slid his tongue up and down her slit, suddenly plunging it into her as deep as he could. Her scent and taste was intoxicating! The orc wrapped his thick arms around Anya's thighs from beneath and hauled her up to his face, feasting on her womanhood for a long while.

Finally he let her slide back to the ground, confident that she could be no more wet for him. But he wasn't ready to rail her even then. Dorn stood and pulled Anya up by the hand. He walked her back to his inner sanctum, which was little more than a pile of furs making a bed and his battle gear in a corner of the small room. He lay back on the bed, which looked tiny by comparison. His giant erection stood before him, screaming for attention. He put his big hands behind his head and stared heatedly at the girl. "Ride."

Anya would follow Dorn into his inner sanctum on shaky legs. The room was as simple as the man himself. However, in its sparseness, Anya found a sense of security as odd and comforting as her master had been proving to be. Even if Dorn had pleasured her for his own ends, Anya knew that he could have easily not have gone as far as to get her so wet with his tongue. Her fair cheeks, neck, and shoulders were still flushed from the orc's efforts on her sex. "Ride."

Straightforward enough, Anya thought. She positioned herself over Dorn, squatting down until the lubricated folds of her pussy kissed the tip of the orc's cock. She shivered, realizing just how far off the bed of furs her body was. Anya leaned over, steadying herself on Dorn's battle hardened chest with one hand—her other reached behind her and wrapped itself around Dorn's shaft. The way it throbbed heavily in her grasp—it was as hot as the look her master was giving her.

Positioned and ready, Anya lowered herself, letting out a sharp breath as more and more of that orc cock disappeared beyond her folds. Her walls greedily clung to Dorn as his cock filled and stretched her until Anya was suddenly seated in her master's lap. She had fully sheathed her master. Anya looked down into Dorn's eyes, a heated look filling her own gaze. Both hands steadily her on Dorn's chest, Anya slowly began to raise and lower her hips. "Nnnyh~" she groaned. Heated gasps tumbled out of her mouth in eager strings as Anya brought herself into a steady rhythm, filling Dorn's inner sanctum with the sound of their slapping flesh.


An 8-year-old elementary school student, small and delicate due to her age. Her appearance is characterized by youthful innocence, with bright eyes and a shy demeanor. Despite enduring harsh punishments, she shows resilience in the face of adversity, indicating a strong willpower for someone so young. She is compliant and obedient, adhering strictly to the instructions given by her authority figures despite the discomfort they cause her.

Lily just continued to yelp out as her bottom and thighs were repeatedly spanked. The smacks on her thighs weren't that bad though, but any smack on her bottom was quite painful to her. After it was finally over, tears had been rolling down her face, and she got up and went back over to the seat hesitant to sit back down. She looked over at the Mister Sharp for a second before she slowly lowered her bottom back onto the seat immediately feeling the heat and starting to shift again. However this was all she had to do now, she thought. She thought that the detention was almost over at least. She couldn't bare to sit in the seat much longer though.

The boy had to go next, and his spanking was basically the same. Mostly it was on his bottom, but with the occasional smack on his thighs or on the back of his little scrotum. Those ones made him yell particularly loudly. And after his two minutes, he was sent back, and the last girl was called up for her spanking. Everything was done almost just as a matter of fact, a routine part of the job. Of course, given how long he'd been a teacher there, it probably was a routine part of the job.

And after that? It was time for the first girl again. But that time, she had to bend over the front desk, and over the course of one minute, Mister Sharp gave her twenty hard smacks with a ruler, all across her bottom. He spaced them about up and down, but there was a lot of doubling-up, so by the end of it, her bottom was looking a deep pink with some red marks. He then had her stand up and turn around, and gave three smacks down to her front, the ruler leaving a pink glow there.

And as she sobbed and returned to her seat, he motioned for Lily to head over to him and bend over the desk. Round 2.

Lily just watched uncomfortably as the other two went up and received their spankings. Once the last girl was finished, she thought it was going to be over, but he called the first girl up again and started to spank her with a ruler much harder than he did with his hand. Just seeing the marks it left on the girl made her start to worry, and before she knew it, her turn had come up, and she got back up, rubbing her bottom again. By this time, it was on fire because of having to stay in it for much longer than the first time.

Once she got to the desk, she took a small gulp and bent over the desk, closing her eyes and bracing herself for the pain she was about to feel.

The others were all a little worried just at the sight of her bottom, with the thick welts, the bruising, the redness, and purple flecks. However, Mister Sharp simply lined the ruler up and started.

Straight away, he got into the pattern—a steady pace of one smack every three seconds, but for Lily, he made one little change: he mostly left her bottom alone. Almost every smack landed on the backs of her thighs, and while they were more sensitive than her bottom normally was, they weren't nearly so bad as her welted sore bottom.

Lily let out a yelp when she felt him smack her thigh with the ruler and continued as he landed more and more strikes on it. However, despite the fact that it hurt, she was happy that it wasn't on her bottom. It hurt a lot less than it would have, so she was more able to bear the pain. Just waiting for it to be over, she would go on to turn around when she was told to. She was now hoping that once the last two got this spanking, the detention would be over.

It didn't take long. The whole spanking—twenty solid whacks of the ruler that left solid pink stripes across the backs of her legs, a good glow to them—lasted only one minute at that rate. It was a minute of being spanked, but even so, that was still less bad than anything the headmaster had given her—or the teacher, or her parents.

But then it was time to stand up and turn around. He moved the ruler down and gave three solid smacks to her crotch. "All right. Back to your chair now." In the process, she was able to see the clock. There were only fifteen minutes of lunchtime left.

The smacks to her crotch were the most painful part of the spankings, but once it was over, she returned to her seat, sitting uncomfortably. Once she noticed the clock, though, her face was filled with hope. It was almost over. She probably wouldn't be receiving another spanking at the time. So all she had to do was sit on the hot chair until it was finally over.

It all seemed to go like clockwork. The boy was next up, getting his bottom and thighs whacked with the ruler. One minute, twenty smacks. Then he had to turn around, and received three smacks of the ruler on his penis, which made him wince. But then he was sent back to his chair.

The last girl had the exact same treatment as the first one—bending over the desk, getting most of her smacks on the bottom, then turning around for three smacks on the front. And then she had to go back to her seat.

"Right. Everyone presses the switches again to turn the seats off, then comes over here." With that, he put the ruler away, but took out a small tub.

Lily just continued to uncomfortably shift around in her chair as the last two got their spankings, and once it was finally over and she was allowed to get up again, she turned off her chair and went up to his desk when she was told to. She wasn't exactly sure what they were going to do now, but anything was better than sitting in the chair for any longer.

Mister Sharp opened the tub, which had a few tubes of liquid or paste in it. He squirted a clear liquid from one of them onto his hand, then started to massage it into the first girl's buttocks. She shivered at the coldness of it at first, but it soon heated up and she started to yelp. However, he rubbed it all the way in, leaving her bottom oiled and shiny and burning with pain. And he didn't stop there; he rubbed it around her anus and even slightly up inside. He squirted more onto his hand and then rubbed it around her vulva, working some of it up into her vagina as well, so the burning pain was all over the whole lower area. She then had to go stand by the window—this time looking inside, with her red bottom pointing out to the audience.

More of the liquid was squirted into the teacher's hand, and he started to rub it onto Lily's bottom, even over all of the bumps and ridges of the welts—and it was clear that the damaged skin was more sensitive to the burning than normal.

Lily watched as the tub was opened, and Mister Sharp squirted some kind of liquid onto his hand. Once he started to rub it on the other girl's bottom and she started to yelp, she wasn't exactly sure what it was. Soon, the girl had gone over to the window and presented her bottom to the outside, and it was her turn. As the liquid was rubbed onto her bottom and the burning started, she let out a loud yelp. She didn't realize the liquid was going to burn her already burning bottom. She couldn't handle the feeling at all. It was much worse since her bottom was already covered in welts and damaged.

"Just hold still, this is the last bit. Once this is done, you can go stand in the window for the rest of detention so all the students outside can see your sore bottom." As he said that, he finished rubbing the horrid liquid into her welted cheeks. But then he used one finger to start rubbing it into the welts across her wrinkled anus and the welts across it as well. And then he tried working his finger up inside. "Deep breath, we need to get all the coverage here. I know it hurts, but that's the point of a punishment."

Lily did her best to hold still as he rubbed the liquid all over her bottom and over her welts. Once he started to push his finer up into her bottom hole, she took a deep breath like she was told, allowing slightly easier access. She was still rather tense though due to the burning sensation the liquid had been causing on her.

Once she started taking that deep breath, he worked his finger a little way past her anal ring, up inside her bottom hole—around an inch, which was certainly far enough to cause some discomfort. He twisted it around a bit, spreading the burning liquid about, then withdrew.

After that, he poured more onto his hand and started to wipe it all over her red vulva. Of everyone in the room, she had been spanked the most, both front and back, but that didn't stop him from doing his job: smearing the horrid substance on her sore parts. He then slid two fingers up inside her vagina, scissoring them to stretch her a little bit and move the liquid around inside her. Finally, he rubbed just a little bit of it onto her sensitive clit. "All right. You can go stand by the window, facing into the room. Let the people outside see your sore bottom."

Lily just tensed up as she felt his finger slowly push into her bottom hole and then wiggle around spreading the burning liquid inside of it. Once he pulled out, she watched as he put more in his hand and then started to do the same with her front hole, causing her a lot of discomfort. Once it was all over, she wanted to rub the pain away, but that would just smear the liquid to other spots, so she just slowly made her way over to the window, turning around to show her sore and burning bottom to the outside while tears continued to roll down her face due to how much pain she was in.

From her place by the window, Lily was able to see the other two get their treatment as well. First, the boy's bottom was treated just the same as the girls' were, and then the oil was put all over his little penis and balls, even his foreskin was pulled back so it could be rubbed in circles around the sensitive head. He then had to go stand by the window as well, before the final girl received treatment exactly the same as Lily and the first girl did. It was equal for everyone.

The teacher then cleaned his hands with some wipes and closed the lid of the tub before putting it back in the drawer. "All right. There's a little bit less than ten minutes left for detention. You can all just stand where you are for the remainder."

Lily just watched uncomfortably as the other two students received their treatment as well. Once it was all over, and she was told she just had to stand there for ten minutes, she felt slightly relieved. It would have been a painful ten minutes, but then it would be over for now at least. So, she just stood there, wiggling around every now and then due to the burning trying to get used to it while she waited for the minutes to pass.


A stern and authoritative figure, middle-aged with a commanding presence. His appearance is characterized by stern facial features and glasses that add to his intimidating demeanor, and he dresses in formal attire reflecting his role as an educator. He is unyielding and strict in enforcing discipline, showing no hesitation or remorse in administering corporal punishment. Despite this severity, he also demonstrates a methodical approach to the punishments, indicating a sense of orderliness and precision in his character.

Lily just watched uncomfortably as the other two students received their treatment as well. Once it was all over, and she was told she just had to stand there for ten minutes, she felt slightly relieved. It would have been a painful ten minutes, but then it would be over for now at least. So, she just stood there, wiggling around every now and then due to the burning trying to get used to it while she waited for the minutes to pass.

It was very painful, especially in the extra sensitive places and on her tender spanked flesh. However, the heightened intense pain of the oil didn't seem to last—time ticked down slowly, but even by the five minute mark, it was a lot less bad than before. She wasn't going to go completely numb, but at least that oil wasn't going to last too long.

After the longest ten minutes ever, the siren sounded, and lunch was over. "All right. You may go and put your clothes back on and go to your classrooms. I hope it's a very long time before any of you are back here." Sharp concluded.


A young woman of modest beauty, her allure amplified by shining gold eyes that reflect innocence and wonder. She's petite in stature, standing at 5'5 even with heels on. Despite her humble background and the hardships she has faced, she carries herself with grace and dignity. Her attire is more conservative compared to the other women at the ball, indicating her simple tastes and lack of vanity. She's shy yet genuine in conversation, often stammering due to nervousness or embarrassment. Her naive nature makes her oblivious to flirtatious advances but also gives her an endearing quality that draws others towards her. Even though she feels out of place among high society, she remains hopeful and optimistic about better days ahead.

The ball. It was beautiful. The lord always held the parties in the winter, encouraging only his most beautiful subjects to join the feast. Finally her family was able to scrape the money together for the young woman to go. Pale eyes scanned over the crowd in awe, as she slowly attempted to get through the hundreds of people, trying to get to the food table. She needed a glass of wine... The girl was awful poor, her entire family living on the edge of the lords land, barely getting by with the two cows they had, as well as a couple goats.

However, they prayed for better for the eldest daughter, so they sent her to the party with what little they could. At least she could feel beautiful for one night, right? Maybe she could even find a man to take care of her there who knows.

Taking a deep breath, the girl leaned lightly against a table, sipping the incredibly expensive wine, her gold eyes widening at the mere taste. How amazing! She thought, watching the dancers almost longingly. She hadn't a clue how to socialize, let alone with higher classes.

Daken roamed the party, his hands sunk into his pockets as he watched the bodies bump and twist around one another. It wasn't an orgy by any means, but the way he could hear everyone's heartbeat, thumping against one another, he could almost feel the excitement of the entire crowd, and it was truly addicting.

Daken had told himself it was about time to find someone, someone worthy enough to become his pet, his little lover, someone he could spend their lifetime with for... entertainment purposes. Eternity was board alone after all.

Every woman seemed to throw them selves at him, the most powerful man st the ball. Of course they did, they knew he was power, he was money, and he was sex. Sex with a capital S. His scarlet eyes didn't halt until they fell on one girl, one girl who was simply by herself sipping wine like she didn't belong here. At that moment, he wanted her. He glided across the floor and ended up beside her, "Enjoying yourself?"

The sudden voice speaking to her directly made her jump a bit, gold eyes turning to look at the taller man. Taking in his features, she couldn't help but feel her cheeks heat up lightly. Not only was he remarkably beautiful, but she was embarrassed realizing how much she probably stuck out amongst the crowd of women, who dressed less modestly than herself. She had to admit, this surely wasn't what she had expected. "I am. This place is wonderful." Grinning, she looked away toward the crowd again. "I've never been to such an event ever in my life." She admitted almost meekly, innocence dripping from her very being.

"I take it you're not one of my crowd then?" He asked with intrigue rather than ridicule. "It's charming actually... to see someone less fortunate than most of us to show up here... shows me a different type of person, a type of person that experiences more than even the most common person does." His voice seemed genuine and sincere, joyful even to be talking to her. "My name is Daken Alford, who might I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

Humming a thank you, Xylia listened to his words carefully, focused in their conversation, she looked back at him. Her eyes widened at the name, her face further flushing from embarrassment. "M-my lord! My apologies." She bowed meekly, "Xylia Frarrywood." She introduced herself, her small voice shook with nervousness, "How dreadful for me to be so rude." However, she didn't raise, until he spoke again. It became more and more clear that she was not used to any of this lifestyle. Those gold eyes reading so many emotions, mostly delightful nervousness.

Daken bowed to hers, his smile quite obvious across his lips as she seemed to have a fit of nervousness in his presence. "Please, no harm done. I enjoy the casual conversation. You have so much charm about you. It's rather... intoxicating." He told her with a grin before he took up a spare glass of wine and gently tapped her glass with a flirty grin.

"Pardon my forwardness, but would you be interested in stepping away from the party with Me? I can only take so much of the crowds before they become draining."

Quickly, Xylia had her glass refilled when she stood straight again, clinking the two together with a small shy smile. "I'm unsure how to respond to that, my lord." She stammered, offering a shy grin on her rosy lips. Glancing him up and down, she couldn't help but feel her heartbeat kick up. The lord was quite intimidating after all. She did stand at a meek 5'5 with the heels.

"I'd be honored! Though whatever for, sir?" Obliviousness dripped in her every word. Her unawareness to his tone was clearly a product of inexperience and nothing more, though the way his words fell from his lips did have an effect on her. She just couldn't put her finger on what that effect was


A man of commanding presence, adorned with striking scarlet eyes that are as captivating as they are intimidating. His tall stature and handsome features make him stand out in any crowd. He exudes an air of wealth, power, and sex appeal, effortlessly drawing the attention of everyone around him. Despite his high status and popularity, he carries a sense of loneliness and yearns for genuine connection. He's eloquent and charming in conversation, able to put others at ease with his sincerity. However, beneath this charm lies a darker desire for control and possession; he seeks someone not just to love but to own as his pet or plaything for eternity.

Quickly, Xylia had her glass refilled when she stood straight again, clinking the two together with a small shy smile. "I'm unsure how to respond to that, my lord." She stammered, offering a shy grin on her rosy lips. Glancing him up and down, she couldn't help but feel her heartbeat kick up. The lord was quite intimidating after all. She did stand at a meek 5'5 with the heels.

"I'd be honored! Though whatever for, sir?" Obliviousness dripped in her every word. Her unawareness to his tone was clearly a product of inexperience and nothing more, though the way his words fell from his lips did have an effect on her. She just couldn't put her finger on what that effect was

Chuckling softly, Daken extended his arm to her, interlocking it with hers before he guided her along the floor, now aimed towards a doorway that lead out to vast garden. "Just follow me, my dear. I'll explain along the way."

As they walked away from the crowd, the music died off until it was pure silence around them, perfectly isolating them. "Miss Frarrywood, as a man of my wealth and taste... it may seem impossible to believe it, but I grow bored of such a lifestyle. Every so often, I need to find something to not only entertain my mind, but also my heart. Tonight, was supposed to be the night to find someone to merely entertain my fancy. However, you've done more already than I could have imagined. You've more than captured my fancy. So much so I feel the need to keep you away from such a crowd, in fear that would taint you with their vanity."


An older, experienced man who enjoys taking control in intimate situations. He's dominant and confident, yet patient and attentive to his partner's needs and reactions. His teasing nature suggests a playful side to him, while his ability to push boundaries indicates a somewhat adventurous spirit. He appears to be physically strong given the way he easily moves Hailee around during their encounter. He is attractive enough to hold Hailee's interest. His commanding presence combined with his sensual approach implies charisma and sexual appeal.

Mark let her do her thing for a while and would occasionally stroke her face or remove a strand of hair that would get in the way. He was once again surprised by her rather decent skills, despite her total lack of experience. He looked in her eyes as she sucked him and was really amused by her struggle to please him. She was not talking, doing a surprisingly good job at following his order. Yet her eyes did all the talking. She was on the verge of saying something and, despite his amusement, he didn't want to torment her that much from the start.

He placed a hand underneath her chin and, with his other one, he pulled her up to his face. Once they were looking eye to eye he brought her in for a kiss. A deep and rough one. He kept it going for as long as he could before running out of breath and breaking it. He looked at her once more and placed a hand on her breasts fondling them a little bit while talking "I wouldn't guess you've never done that before" he said mockingly as he licked his lips.

One of his hands made its way to her crotch again and went underneath the fabric of her panties and rested in her hair. He gently tugged at it to make her aware of the situation she was in. "Makes me think if you lied to me and you're actually not a virgin" he said in the same teasing tone, as his hand inched slightly lower. He looked her in the eyes, leaned in to her ear and whispered. "Is everything all right, little one? You can talk now"

Hailee glanced at him, the way he seemed to be enjoying himself. She was surprised when he took her face away from him. She was worried he would scold her and tell her what to do better but when his hand rested under her chin and he moved in to kiss her, she quickly returned the kiss.

She had a few boyfriends in the past, nothing serious and she hoped that everything was good enough for him. She kissed him until he stopped and fondled her breasts. When he spoke she bit her tongue not wanting to break his rules. When he touched her panties she trusted her hips forward as if she wanted more. When he whispered that she could speak she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I said I was a virgin, not a saint." She whispered softly before looking at him. "Everything's fine. Am I getting brownie points?" She asked curiously as if she was asking for a progress report. It was one of the reasons she enjoyed school, her constant need for praise was apparent.

"Not a saint, huh?" Mark said while his hand moved lower. However, the other one pulled her head back by her hair as to not allow her to move forward in anticipation of his touches. "Then perhaps we should preserve your purity of body, if not of mind" he said, although his hand moved further down to find her warm and wet lips.

He was always mocking her in his speech and touches. He wanted to push her, he wanted her to stop worry about stuff and just let go of the barriers she had. Hearing the question about brownie points made him chuckle and stop his touches. He brought her face back to his and studied her expressions. "Brownie points? Oh, little one, it's not about that. You please me and you'll learn to get pleasure from that as well. If you do a good job you'll be rewarded. If you screw up I'll punish you and you'll learn to enjoy that as well. The whole point of this is to both have fun. Don't worry and do things that feel natural"

He then moved her from over him and pushed her gently on the bed where he stood just moments ago. He did that while still keeping his hand in her panties but as soon as she was down he pulled them aside and revealed her hairy mound. He lowered himself to her pussy and glanced at it, slowly parting the lips with his fingers. She was, indeed, a virgin after all. And he smiled seeing that. He then stood there, seemingly motionless as he teased her with his fingers, not looking at her face, but at her body.

Hailee looked at him and smiled. With him pulling her hair she shook her head. "Let's not, its been preserved for the past twenty-three years and I think that's long enough." She said quietly, not wanting to upset him but as his hands moved between her lips she gasped.

She hadn't been touched by anyone before and as he spoke about having fun and it being natural she gave a smile. "Whatever you say, sir." She muttered quietly as he moved her gently to the bed, her back falling along the softness of it. When he parted her lips with his finger she tried not to move or do anything.

She glanced down at him and looked quietly, she was mentally not prepared at the idea of someone seeing her down there. She wondered if he approved and as he brain tried to wrap around everything she smiled, she finally was going to lose her virginity and give it to someone who seemed to appreciate the same things as her.

"Whatever I want, I take. And right now I want a taste" Mark said as he leaned in and pressed his lips and then his mouth on her pussy. He was slow and gentle at first, teasing her with his touches and the sensations. In the meantime his hands explored around her body, pinching her nipples, fondling her breasts or gently grabbing a handful of her thighs. He was exploring her body with care for the time being and paid attention to her reactions as well as he could.

When he felt that everything was going smoothly and he could keep it up, he did just that and sped up just slightly. His hands were all over her body, making sure she enjoyed every second of her touches. He loved watching her squirm around and move under his stimulation. Her taste and her smell were intoxicating enough to make him want to just take her then and there. But he took his time, despite his growing desire. Something about the whole situation turned him on. It was not particularly about her since she was neither the most skilled or the most attractive woman he'd been with. But there was something in her sweet innocence that made corrupting her mind more appealing.

Not that it needed much corrupting, he thought to himself. She was, in terms of fantasies, as devious as he was. Perhaps even more once she gave in and started to experiment and test stuff. While he was underneath her legs he decided to push some more buttons and he let his tongue slip down, towards her asshole and started to slowly penetrate her folds. He was gentle but firm as he pushed his finger inside, probing her body with both his hands and tongue.

"You have it. Do what you want." Hailee whispered as she focused carefully as he continued to tease her, his hot and wet lips pressed to her clit caused her to flinch slightly. She wasn't used to having someone look at her, let alone touch her, especially with his mouth. His hands roamed her body like she was a bundle of Christmas presents and he had to pick the perfect one.

He was soft and gentle with her but enough to want him to give her more. She didn't dare touch him as she moved her hands to the sheets and gripped them tightly. Suddenly his tongue went lower and cleaned her asshole. She was surprised he wanted to do something like that.

She gasped at the feeling as he began to probe her body. "Oh my." She muttered at the feeling.

As the girl squirmed and twisted around, Mark picked up his pace mercilessly. He smiled to himself, knowing very well that she was more than overwhelmed by the sensations going around in her body. After all he was more experienced than she was and at times things happening to him could easily overwrite his other senses. At the same time, he was determined to make her addicted to the sensation as quickly as possible.

Knowing she was a virgin, he very carefully and slowly moved his finger at first but eventually began to pick it up as he felt her become more and more welcoming to his touches and probing. Sooner, rather than later, his hand was moving in unity with his tongue. His face was already drenched by her fluids and his jaw was getting tired, but he kept it up.

Occasionally he took a half second break to catch his breath, clearly regretting he was out of practice, but hoping for her to not realize he was not in peak performance. Once, he looked up towards her and said "I don't think I needed your permission to do this" before gently nibbling on her clit, at the limit of biting it.

Hailee's body felt so different than if she played with herself. Everything was heightened but in a good way. The way he seemed to touch her body like he already knew it so well. She tried to focus her breathing but the more he continued to lick and finger her body seemed to have her on an intense edge.

Hailee gripped the sheets tighter as he began to nibble on her clit. "Fuck." She said through panted breath. She couldn't believe that this was happening, she was finally getting what she always wanted, he was taking the control he wanted of her body. She was at his mercy and she hoped she was going to be good enough for him.

"Mmm... thank you." She muttered softly as she felt her heart racing, every little touch igniting the fire of an orgasm. She moaned as he continued to touch her. "Can I come?" She asked, her body begging for release, even though she didn't know if she could hold it, she knew that she wanted to ask him.

Hearing her question, Mark stopped all movements and touches in an instant. His hand retracted from her crotch, he removed her clit from his mouth and took a few steps back. "Of course you cannot" he said with a smirk. He didn't want her to enjoy a quick release and then be done. He wanted her to realize her craving before letting her to give in to it.

"You see, we are not done here" he said eyeing her body with a hunger in his looks. He was not yet decided on whether he wanted to take her right then or wait some more. Part of him wanted the former, while another one craved the latter. He grabbed the leash and motioned her towards bis room. Of course, he instructed her to crawl behind him. Once inside the room he slowly guided her towards the bed and restrained her feet and hands using the straps he had laid on the bed beforehand. After doing that and blindfolding her he was ready to begin and have fun.

"I will let your mouth free. If you cum without permission you'll be punished. Understood?" He said while his hand started to caress her once more, just as intensely as last time, picking up where he left things. His other hand was leaning in towards the nightstand for a small toy that he intended to use on her soon. In light of that, his hand, instead of probing her pussy, moved towards her asshole and his finger gently probed around her hole while his mouth was kissing the curves of her neck and shoulders.


A young woman in her early twenties, with an innocent demeanor that belies her underlying adventurous spirit. She's submissive yet strong-willed, expressing a mix of nervousness and eagerness during her intimate encounter. Despite being a virgin, she shows surprising confidence and willingness to explore new experiences. Her constant need for praise suggests she's driven by validation and approval. She also appears to be quite articulate and intelligent, as indicated by her quick wit and playful banter. She is attractive according to his tastes.

Hearing her question, Mark stopped all movements and touches in an instant. His hand retracted from her crotch, he removed her clit from his mouth and took a few steps back. "Of course you cannot" he said with a smirk. He didn't want her to enjoy a quick release and then be done. He wanted her to realize her craving before letting her to give in to it.

"You see, we are not done here" he said eyeing her body with a hunger in his looks. He was not yet decided on whether he wanted to take her right then or wait some more. Part of him wanted the former, while another one craved the latter. He grabbed the leash and motioned her towards bis room. Of course, he instructed her to crawl behind him. Once inside the room he slowly guided her towards the bed and restrained her feet and hands using the straps he had laid on the bed beforehand. After doing that and blindfolding her he was ready to begin and have fun.

"I will let your mouth free. If you cum without permission you'll be punished. Understood?" He said while his hand started to caress her once more, just as intensely as last time, picking up where he left things. His other hand was leaning in towards the nightstand for a small toy that he intended to use on her soon. In light of that, his hand, instead of probing her pussy, moved towards her asshole and his finger gently probed around her hole while his mouth was kissing the curves of her neck and shoulders.

Hailee looked at him as he disappeared. She whimpered as the contact from his body disappeared. She wanted to cry at it but looked at him. "I never asked for it to be over." She muttered before he helped her to her knees again, crawling behind him with slight tugs of his leash. The entire notion was seductive, the friction between her legs as she crawled only added to her suffering.

When they reached the bed she felt him strap her to the bed and suddenly she lost her sight. Only adding to her thrill of everything. "I'm yours use me as you will. I will try sir." She added knowing it was going to be hard not to. Suddenly there was fingers running along her pussy and clit, and went further touching her asshole. The small finger probing as his lips were pressing against her skin.

"Mmm." She moaned slightly. This was going to be very hard.


A passionate and devoted 23 years old woman who has harbored deep feelings for her cousin Rick for many years. She values love, intimacy, and the idea of maintaining family traditions. Her strong emotional connection to Rick leads her to save herself for him and dream about their future together. While her physical appearance isn't explicitly described in the story, one can imagine that she exudes warmth and sensuality as they engage in their intimate moments.

Adara listened to him tell her of in her thoughts would be of lonely times. Times she understood, too well. She had been asked out several times during these years from her beloved Rick, and she always said no. Now she felt his hand touching her in places reserved only for him and her desire became a fire of need, want and deep love. She returned his passionate kiss with an eagerness to be filled with his manhood, to become his lover, she would gladly risk all to be his. Her hand went to the bulging in his pants and undid his button unzipping his jeans, her hand slid over the heat of his desire.

"Oh Rick," she whispered as his fingers slid over her sex and then fingered her very moist clit. She kissed him again as she lay before him her exposed lower half, "I have loved you always, darling." She struggled and then released his manhood from his pants and held it gently in her hand, feeling his warmth and exploring his cock with small long strokes.

Rick responded to her prompting hands by climbing between her thighs and as he supported his body over hers he kissed her passionately and and his lips met hers just as the helm of his hard cock met her moist entrance. He rubbed himself gently there, moistening the tip of his shaft before pushing inside just enough to hide the tip of his cock inside her. There he met with unexpected resistance. The thought of it delighting him. He looked her deep in the eyes. "You've never been with a man?" Pushing against the resistance to be sure, but it did not give in easily.

Adara bit her bottom lip. She knew this was going to be a moment of Rick's enlightenment. When he slid between her folds she tried to relax. Being a virgin at her age was unheard of for the most part. He asked is she had not been with a man before, she shook her head no. "No Rick, I told you I have only loved you. I saved myself fully for the day you would come to understand my total devotion to you." She took a deep breath as his manhood slid a little deeper in. Looking into his eyes with such passion she nodded for him to continue.

Her hands were on his shoulders as she waited for him to take her as his lover. To be at one with him was the most important thing on her mind. She hoped he would impregnate her even though they had not talked about the future, still she wanted to have as much of him as she could. "Please Rick, do not let it stop you from loving me."

Oh Adara! That is so endearing, it would never stop me. It is amazing, but all the more wonderful that you waited for me. Seeing her nod her approval, he gave a quick thrust and penetrated her hymen. Taking her virginity as well as his own. The pair losing themselves, each to the other, as he slowly slid his long hard manhood deep inside her until the helm hit her cervix and his thighs were tight against hers. Though her body was tight they seemed to fit each other perfectly, like hand in glove.

Rick had waited for this day and he would wait no longer. His body responded to hers, their heartbeats now in synchrony. It seemed that everything about them as a couple was meant to be. This was their day, and their time. As the passion between them built, he moaned in her ear, and held her ever closer as the grand moment approached.

"I'm not wearing protection," he said. "Are you willing to have my child if that should happen?" he asked before letting himself go any further.

"Oh Rick!" Adara looked deeply into his eyes. "I would wait for you until I was old and gray. I have loved you so long, you are worth the wait, the purity of our love together will be beautiful." She closed her eyes as his manhood pushed through her virgin sex, she gasped feeling every inch of his manhood. "Ohhh," she whispered as her walls held him tight. Her eyes opened with signs of tears. "oh Rick, I love you so much. You are wonderful darling. We fit perfectly together."

Her hips moved with his like a dance and she moaned as he thrust into her sex. Her body trembled with each thrust as he hit her cervix and often against her g-spot. Her breathing became faster as she neared her very first climax, "Oh darling, I would be thrilled to carry your child, our child. Don't stop, pour your love into me, let me conceive and be the mother of your children. I love you and I am so happy to be your first love."

When Adara didn't hesitate at the thought of having children, Rick's heart soared as did his passion. A powerful arm slipping behind the small of her back and his large hand held her soft ass and pressed her tightly against him and filling her completely. As she began to respond with her hips, he took it as a sign of her pleasure, and increased the both the intensity and speed of his thrusting. They seemed to match each other perfectly and his breathing began to become heavier and ragged. As he felt himself begin to climax, He pressed himself as deep within her as he could and gave her the first fruits of his loins. His body trembled as his hot seed filled her and he kissed her deeply moaning into her lips and shuddering, as his passion overtook him. He rolled on his side to protect her from his full weight as he collapsed from his exertion, and kept himself pressed tightly inside her sealing his seed within her.

He gently massaged her body and peppered her with passionate kisses as they lay on the soft moss. "My dearest darling! I so hope that in this moment our passion and love has been fruitful. I want nothing more than to see the fruits of our love growing within you, and soon to hold our children in my arms!" He paused a moment, just looking in her eyes, his own eyes shining, and then continued, "I did some research on our family. Did you know that in three of the last five generations triplets were born? Given that we are cousins, that is even more likely."

Adara was never happier, he was everything she knew he would be. Loving her in this most intimate way, giving her his best. She couldn't help the sounds that escaped her lips, the way he felt inside her, "Oh Rick," she whimpered in pleasure and joy. Her first climax was the most exhilarating experience of her life. When he trembled against her she felt so needed, and wanted, her hands held him tighter. "I love you," she said softly feeling his seed fill her full.

When he moved off of her and still was deep inside her she could feel his seed flowing inside her walls, it was like they were heading straight for the egg she held in her womb. "Darling, do you know I can feel your seed inside me swimming towards my womb, truly we are creating life today. I kid you not Rick, we will be parents in 9 months!"

She looked into his eyes that looked into her own, a smile across her lips, "Triplets?" She snuggled closer to him. "Triplets... oh darling, I hope so. I shall need help with breast feeding, however, seeing I only have two." She smiled again. "Daddy, Mommy, oh it does sound lovely, doesn't it my love?"

"Yes it does my love. I want nothing more than to be a parent, Daddy with you. Do you want little girls or little boys? I think three little girls would be fun!" Rick kissed her as they stayed coupled, and enjoyed the warmth that had enveloped them. When he finally allowed himself to uncouple from her, he immediately set about kissing and licking her warm soft body. He wanted to inseminate her yet again that evening, He had heard that multiple couplings most often led to girls being conceived. He could think of nothing better than being the lone male in a house full of women.

Adara held him then kissed his cheek, already dreaming of the day while holding their first born daughter when the doctor announces she is pregnant again. Her face glowed with hope for the future. "Oh my love, I would want one son, to carry on your seed for his cousin to perhaps carry on the tradition of cousin, lovers. But first, daughters, so that encase my love, something should happen to me, that... well, if you needed them, they would be willing to um, be there to comfort you." She placed her hand on his cheek and moaned softly, his tongue on her flesh exciting her again. "I already desire you my love to fill me full of your love-seed. My body is craving you, my heart will absorb your love, everlasting."


A passionate and caring 26 years old man who deeply loves his cousin Adara. He is attentive to her desires, emotions, and needs, making sure she feels comfortable and loved during their intimate moments. While his physical appearance isn't explicitly described in the story, one can imagine him as a strong and masculine figure who exudes warmth and protection. His interest in family history and the idea of continuing traditions with Adara showcases his commitment to their relationship.

"Yes it does my love. I want nothing more than to be a parent, Daddy with you. Do you want little girls or little boys? I think three little girls would be fun!" Rick kissed her as they stayed coupled, and enjoyed the warmth that had enveloped them. When he finally allowed himself to uncouple from her, he immediately set about kissing and licking her warm soft body. He wanted to inseminate her yet again that evening, He had heard that multiple couplings most often led to girls being conceived. He could think of nothing better than being the lone male in a house full of women.


A 19 years old girl with a physique that is less mature than Lilith's. She has smaller breasts and a slender body. Her personality is submissive, eager to please, and somewhat naive. She's open-minded and adventurous, willing to explore her sexuality with an older woman she trusts. Despite her shyness about discussing sexual matters openly, she communicates her feelings effectively when needed.

Cassandra's arms stretched out, hands gripping fistfuls of sheet as Lilith's mouth continued its journey over Cassandra's belly. The girl was burning hot with desire by then, her hips gently gyrating with want. When Lilith demanded that Cassandra removed her pants, the girl quickly hooked her thumbs in the hem of her leggings and panties and yanked them down, her legs and feet working to shed them both, until the were discarded. Cassandra lay naked with her mom's best friend, a woman Cassandra had come to love and look up to as a mentor.

Cassandra was swooning with lust, her slit damp, her thighs rubbing together in a needy attempt to assuage the hot need that Lilith had ignited. She spoke in a breathy tone, getting lost in desire. "I am yours Lilith, to do with as you wish."

Lilith looked at the girl as her jeans and panties came off she could see the glistening of her body as she smiled towards the girl. When she heard the words about yours to do with as you wish she leaned close to her ear. "Mine." The single word took dominance as she leaned in the girls ear before leaving a gentle breath into her ear before pushing herself off the bed.

She grabbed her shirt and pulled it off letting her black lace bra be shown to the girl. Taking that off as well she flung it off and smile as her breasts that were larger come out. They had two simple hoops in each nipple. She then skimmed down taking her skirt and black panties off as well. Showing off her clit as well wet with desire and having a few different vaginal piercings. She was one that had one right in between the vaginal and anal passages while having a VCH and a few other decorative pieces.

Coming on top of her again she sat right above the woman's lower half and leaned down grabbing her hands and holding them above her head while kissing her with passion and making her own burning fire even hotter. Leaning down near her ears she whispered another word. "Forever." She knew that the girl could go whenever she wanted but at this moment she wanted to keep her forever.

When Lilith whispered the single word 'Mine' into Cassandra's ear, a fresh wave of heat and moisture washed over the girl's sex. She wanted to belong to the commanding older woman, even as she watched Lilith undress. The woman was older than she, but not old, as her body proved. Cassandra liked out Lilith's breasts were so full and larger than her own, and her body was a bit fuller, with womanly hips. Lilith was a wild one, the girl thought, seeing the piercings in her nipples and genitals. Would Lilith ever make her get stuff like that? Maybe she would like it.

Lilith returned, naked as well, to take a position of control over Cassandra. A whole knew wave of excitement coursed through the teen when the older woman pinned her hands down, making Cassandra's belly flutter and tighten. The girl returned her mentor's kiss with eager passion, nodding and muttering "Yes." At Lilith's possessive comment. Cassandra was writhing against her will beneath Lilith, horny and needy, small sensual sounds of want slipping past her sweet young lips.

Lilith wanted their first time to be something that could be exciting. She had done many times in different ways. She could use her tongue on the young girl. But then she couldn't hold down her hands like she was. She could use her fingers but it might prove to be difficult if the girl wanted her hands held. She liked the idea of keeping her in such a possessive stance.

When the girl muttered, 'yes' all she knew was that it made her heartbeat at another pace. Reaching with her free hand and grabbed a vibrator and turned it on medium. Moving her body a bit. She moved it on the young girl's clit and Lilith sat her body on top having the vibrations hum between the both of them as she leaned down and kissed again.

Lilith moved her hips a little as she moved the vibrator alongside them both. Her moans slowly became louder and knew how perfect it was for them both.

Cassandra was in heaven, she was so turned on but Lilith, that her body ached to be touched by the attractive older woman in every way possible. She liked not having control, that Lilith held her down and was in command of her. It made droplets of nectar gather on the fold of her tender pussy.

There was a low hum and Cassandra craned her neck to see what it was. Then she felt it. Oh... how mind blowing! when Lilith pressed it to Cassandra's clit, an electric jolt of harsh pleasure coursed through her and she let out an desperate mewl. "Ahh... fuck..." She barked, watching as Lilith straddled her, so that the vibrator was wedge between them, stimulating them both. It was so incredibly hot, sharing the vibrator, having Lilith's sex so close to hers. Cassandra felt tears in her eyes. "God... it feels so good Lilith... oh fuck yes."

Lilith looked at her as she began to make moans as well. When she swore she looked at her and got a playful grin on her face. "No swearing otherwise you might just get a punishment spanking." She said with a playful wink as she felt the hum of the vibrator as it worked between them. She bucked her hips a little grinding the machine along hers and Cassandra's pussy lips.

"Don't cum until I tell you too." She said wanting to have orgasm at the same time she focused her attention on her breasts as she leaned down and placed kisses and nibbles along her skin. She was almost neat her time and she felt it happening as she was close to her peek.

Cassandra's mind swooned with euphoric pleasure as the vibrator hummed against her clit, pressed against it by Lilith's own pussy. She heard the older woman's words, nodded as she bit her lip. A spanking? She wasn't sure she would like that, but she also wondered if she would. At the command to hold her orgasm, the teen noddded again, a breathy "Okay." Huffed out.

When Lilith leaned down to kiss and nip at her breasts, Cassandra gasped and moaned loudly. She was almost quivering, her hands gripping tightly to Lilith's thighs, the girls hips gyrating involuntarily with filthy need. "I... I can't hold it much longer Lilith... I... God... unnnff... mmmm." The pitch of her voice lifted into squeaky, desperate sounds. "Please... please let me cum... ah fffffuuuccckkk." She pleaded like a slut.

Lilith listened to her moans and seemed to match pitch as she slowly began to make desperate noises as she came as well. "Now." She said as she released her orgasm her juice flowing down and around dropping on Cassandra and her moans echoed the house. She knew how much this all meant to her. This feeling of release as it clouded her, little stars to surround her. When she felt that they were both finished she turned the vibrator off and slid off the girl. Leaning over and giving her cheek a kiss.

"Did you have fun?" She asked gently as she nuzzled closer to the young girl. Knowing that Lilith was much older that something so precious was important to the girl. She wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself as well especially if this was the first time she had been with a woman. If she wasn't tended to correctly she would have to make sure that she got some more tender loving.

As soon as Lilith spoke the word 'now', Cassandra let out a series of high pitched squeals and cries. She tried to muffle them behind sealed lips, afraid that she would be too loud. Her body writhed then stiffened, ground against the vibrator and quivered as her hands gripped Lilith's hips desperately. Her orgasm was hard, her head turning left to right as the girl tried to process the ecstasy Lilith had brought her. A few drops of her honey even squirted around the vibrator pressed against her.

"Ohh... ohhh... mmmmmmnnnaaahhh..." It sounded almost like she was going to cry. When her voice finally quieted and her body stilled, Cassandra caught her breath and let how a stuttered sigh. "Mmm... ah." She was finding it hard to form words.

Lilith slid off, the offending vibrator slipping away. As Lilith pulled her close, Cassandra moved against her, turning to rest her head on Lilith's chest, laying a leg over the woman's and resting a hand in the valley between Lilith's breasts.


An older woman with a fuller, more mature body than Cassandra. She has large breasts adorned with nipple piercings and various genital piercings. Her appearance suggests she's confident, bold, and not afraid to express her sexuality openly. She exudes dominance and control in intimate situations. She's also caring and attentive towards Cassandra, ensuring that the younger girl enjoys their shared experiences while guiding her through them. Despite her assertive nature, there's a playful side to Lilith as evidenced by her teasing remarks.

Lilith listened to her moans and seemed to match pitch as she slowly began to make desperate noises as she came as well. "Now." She said as she released her orgasm her juice flowing down and around dropping on Cassandra and her moans echoed the house. She knew how much this all meant to her. This feeling of release as it clouded her, little stars to surround her. When she felt that they were both finished she turned the vibrator off and slid off the girl. Leaning over and giving her cheek a kiss.

"Did you have fun?" She asked gently as she nuzzled closer to the young girl. Knowing that Lilith was much older that something so precious was important to the girl. She wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself as well especially if this was the first time she had been with a woman. If she wasn't tended to correctly she would have to make sure that she got some more tender loving.


A young female anthropomorphic red panda with a curvy figure, large breasts, and an exceptionally fluffy tail. She has a unique fashion sense, often seen in a white tank top and light blue panties that accentuate her curves. Her fur coat is predominantly red with some dark brown and white splotches. Lin is independent, intelligent, and inventive as evidenced by her ability to build complex machinery on her own. However, she can be somewhat careless at times---eating while working on intricate devices. Despite living in isolation without any friends to speak of, she doesn't seem particularly bothered by it. When confronted unexpectedly, she reacts with shock but quickly regains composure to stand up for herself showing her assertive side.

"Hrmmm... hrmmgnn... mmgnn..." Lin mumbled as she both continued to work on her device and munched on her ham and bamboo sandwich. It was a particularly odd combination, to be sure, but she seemed to enjoy it just fine. The red panda girl adjusted a few more calculations and riveted in some more safeties, in case the machine decided to blow up. "Almost ready," she said to herself aloud, as no one else inhabited her messy little lab in the garage of her parents' home.

As she hadn't been expecting to use it today, she wore a messy white tank top and a pair of light blue panties that hugged her thick posterior quite nicely. Not that she planned to show them off to anyone, as the often genius girl had, pretty much, no friends at all. Taking another bite of her sandwich, she put it on top of the machine and started to hammer a cog that had come loose. "Oh stupid thing... why did you have to..." Each strike of her hammer wobbled the machine, and her sandwich shifted more and more, until it suddenly fell and smothered itself right unto the start button she had installed. If it were just ham, nothing would have happened, but the thick bamboo gave it enough punch that the machine started up, just as she was about to finish putting that last cog in.

"W-wait what!?" she cried out as the machine buzzed to life, the cog flying out and bouncing off her forehead, sending her tumbling back as it whirred and ground, creaking and sparking sounds blasting from it until a flash of light would deposit a being that was not of this realm, while leaving the machine fried.

It was just another day in Jack's household as he was playing a video game with some pretty anthro girls on the cover. It was a really fun game that he enjoyed playing as he started to get into the zone by trying to woe the girls. Many of the girls around the office weren't interested in his style of music or interests... he also wasn't the best around girls. It might have been the fact that he was pretty short compared to the other men as many of the girls saw him as more weaker compared to the taller guys.

It pissed him off to no end until one day as he was playing the game. He would feel himself being pulled into a large hole on his wall and soon enough he would forget about his own problems. Forced through the portal he would come across many different zones of light before he was finally seeing something at the end of the tunnel. Whatever cause this was just insane to his mind to understand and soon would come flying through onto the floor of some concrete floor.

Landing on his face with his hoodie over his head to hide his face, he would groan in pain before slowly getting up. "What the hell happen!" Jack would say as he tried to look around for something to tell him where he was and why that happened. Trying to stretch out his neck and body from what felt like being compressed into a small ass box this whole time.

Smoke and steam filled the small, cluttered room, and with his entrance, a bunch of indeterminable gizmos and gadgets lay strewn all about the concrete floor, some of them more damaged than others. Though the thin fog that had basically developed within the enclosed space, a figure was shifting about on the floor, and more it moved, the shadowy silhouette formed into what could only be the shape of a butt, as of someone slowly getting up off the floor, and coughing over there as well. But the voice was female, and the buttocks quite full and plump.

As the figure finally stood upright, he could tell that this was a young woman for sure, perhaps around his age, maybe a bit younger, and she had some rather nice curves to her. A killer butt for sure, but the slight twist in her body also gave him a view of her bust from the side, and just a glance easily told him of her luscious breasts. Another serious of coughs as he could see the girl waving her hand around, trying to clear the air around her. Though he thought she might've been covered in fur, the steam was obviously to blame for that, right? Though there was a part of her figure he couldn't determine from his vantage point, and that was this rather large, fluffy looking... tail?

Jack didn't know what was going on as he noticed the smoke and steam all over the place. Making him try to find his way to get through this and find out the answers to his problems. Of course, the figure that appeared in the smoke was indeed a woman that he wondered if this was some sort of dream from playing the games way too much. Trying his best to figure out who it could be was a problem from the way her hips looked... she was quite thick.

It was a great trait on a woman but what was he trying to say to a complete stranger in the middle of all this smoke. Her bust was also very large and fruitful leaving him to think that this was truly a dream. Jack took the time making out that she looked furry for some odd reason and then a fluffy tail was right in front of him that came out of nowhere. It was the most noticeable thing about her as it was very red and close to where he stood that he decided to grab it out of nowhere. Trying to use it to guide his path towards the figure but might have overlooked that it was indeed a fur tail and was quite real. "Who are you?"

When Lin finally managed to get enough smoke out of her lungs, managing to keep the coughing down, her furry ears perked up as she heard the sound of a male voice behind her. "Wha... WAH!!" She felt someone grab her tail, practically tugging on it, and her whole body trembled as a result. Who the hell was this guy? And what right did he think he had to grab her tail like that? Already, Lin was furious.

From behind, he could see clearly now: the white shirt, the way her nice blue panties spread over her fat cheeks, though curving to give a nice peek of her moons... red furry moons. As a matter of fact, he could see the generally red coat with some dark brown and white splotches about her, particularly as she turned around. He immediately recognized this figure as a red panda but... more like the ones from his video games and fantasies than anything else. "Who the hell do you think you are..."

Just as the smoke cleared from between them, she stopped, her eyes widened as she stood there, looking at him in shock.


A young man who seems to be shorter than most of his peers, which could be a source of insecurity for him. He's not particularly successful with women and has unique interests, such as video games featuring anthropomorphic characters, suggesting he might be more introverted or geeky. His clothing choice of a hoodie implies a casual style. Jack's actions suggest that he is curious but can also act impulsively---grabbing the tail of an unknown creature without thinking about the consequences. Despite being thrown into an unfamiliar situation, he shows resilience by seeking answers and trying to make sense of his surroundings.

When Lin finally managed to get enough smoke out of her lungs, managing to keep the coughing down, her furry ears perked up as she heard the sound of a male voice behind her. "Wha... WAH!!" She felt someone grab her tail, practically tugging on it, and her whole body trembled as a result. Who the hell was this guy? And what right did he think he had to grab her tail like that? Already, Lin was furious.

From behind, he could see clearly now: the white shirt, the way her nice blue panties spread over her fat cheeks, though curving to give a nice peek of her moons... red furry moons. As a matter of fact, he could see the generally red coat with some dark brown and white splotches about her, particularly as she turned around. He immediately recognized this figure as a red panda but... more like the ones from his video games and fantasies than anything else. "Who the hell do you think you are..."

Just as the smoke cleared from between them, she stopped, her eyes widened as she stood there, looking at him in shock.

It wasn't long before Jack felt up the fluffy tail like it was something completely different and real in a way. He wondered if this person was some sort of person that liked to have a fake tail on there rear as he remembered a few conventions that he saw that at. Then noticed the blue panties with large red fuzzy moons that throw him off about what was going on at this moment in time. Did he get teleported to a furry convention or something?

When the woman would turn around to face him, he would blink at the site of this furry panda girl. Then would jump back on his rear in freight as he fell to the floor wondering what she was in the first place. "What are you!" He said a little worried about what sort of place this was and how it came to this of all places. "Where am I?" Jack would say as he tried to slap himself awake a few times to see if this was some sort of nightmare!