A dominant woman who takes pleasure in exerting control over Amber. She's observant and considerate, noticing Amber's reactions and always checking on her comfort levels during their BDSM play. Her dominance doesn't compromise her care for Amber, as she constantly reassures her of safety and consent. This suggests that she has a nurturing personality combined with a powerful sexual drive. She also enjoys the visual aspect of their dynamic, finding satisfaction in seeing Amber restrained or in certain accessories. She has an alluring presence that commands attention and respect from Amber.

Nadia smiled seeing how the girl was eating. "You can't see me Amber but I am wet and seeing you like this just makes me even wetter, I think you will be wearing more accessories like this in the home. Since you are being home more often. I appreciate it." She smiled as she moved her chair closer. "This hood looks, amazing, I have the picture you can see yourself soon."

Amber blushed to her words as she heard her move closer, squirming a bit in her seat as the clamps tugged back and forth. "I would love to see it Mistress, and I am glad you love how I look," she got out through the gag as she straightened up after finishing the soup, pulling a bit against the binder on her arms behind her.

Nadia smiled gently as she helped her off the seat. "You did wonderfully. This is your special chair, so whenever we eat we will be having you sit on this chair. Even with the company. They also have an anal inset as well so once we start your training that's what we are going to do."

She smiled gently knowing the girl was still wearing the clamps that were hooked to her collar and she wore her hood. "Would you like to go to the next activity or did you want me to get you set up for the night?"

Amber shivered as she was helped off the seat and nodded to her words, a bit nervous about the anal part of it. At Nadia's question she thought on it for a moment. "We can go to the next activity if you like Mistress, whatever you would like to do," she said softly through the gag as she pulled her arms against the binder around them a bit.

Nadia looked at her and smiled. She took the gag out for the girl to talk freely. "I am very proud of you, Amber. You have done very well." She smiled gently as she untied the girls armbinder and removed the hood slowly for her. She left the clamps on for a moment before slowly undoing them. "How do you feel?"

Amber breathed easier as she removed the gag, her arms a bit sore as she removed the armbinder and then her hood. "Thank you Mistress, I'm glad I please you," she said softly. She whimpered as the clamps were taken off, a burning pain blossoming from her nipples and sensitive lips once they were removed. "I feel good Mistress, quite turned on though," she said softly as she looked to Nadia.

Nadia leaned and kissed her, wrapping her hand behind her neck and pulled her in for more. "I promise my next plan is to make you very well given a release before a very interesting night." She smiled looking at her carefully. Making sure to assess the damage that could have been done to her. "Stretch a bit, you will get used to them as I have plans when you are around the house to make good use of you as well. I have moved more of my work online to stay home with you. Anything I can do at home I will. I want to spend it with you." She said as she moved her hand to her sex, cupping ti and playing with it.

Amber looked to her as she spoke, nodding lightly. She gasped as her hand cupped her folds between her legs, moaning softly as she played with her sensitive slit. "Ahhh yes Mistress, thank you. I would very much like a release, you didn't give me much time to get off at the table," she said with a bit of cheekiness, able to notice her brattiness wanting to come out as she became more comfortable with her Mistress.

"Amber... behave yourself. You don't want punishments on this night do you?" Nadia asked looking at her with a smile of appreciation if the girl was a bratty sub too she could enjoy that. Reaching out she touched her face gently and smiled. "Come now, we are going to the playroom tonight." She gently took her hand and led her upstairs. "I know you want a release so I am going to make sure this evening you get one. But what do you say for what happened on the table?"

Amber smiled lightly to her words, feeling the brat side of her wanting to come out anymore. "You wouldn't punish me Mistress," she said as she felt a shiver run down her spine, following her to the playroom when she took her hand. She knew it would be fun to see how far she could push Nadia before she would punish her, wondering just what punishments the woman would do to her.

At the woman's question she thought for a moment, biting her bottom lip lightly. "Thank you Mistress," she said as she squirmed a bit, still quite turned on and needing a release.

Nadia looked at her and shook her head. "Don't test me, Amber, I don't need you behaving horribly. Otherwise yes, I will punish you." She explained as she listened to her saying thank you. "Good girl." She said giving her head a slight pat. "Come with me." She directed as she walked to the bed and patted a spot beside her on the bed. "Lie down, I am going to tie you up and then baby you will be coming so many times you will be wanting to stop." She explained with a soft smile and a kiss on her lips.

Amber smiled to her first words, following her over to the bed as she patted the mattress lightly. She tries to hold back a smirk as she shifted on her feet as she kissed her, kissing back before sitting on the bed and looking up to her Mistress. "But I want to be able to touch you as well Mistress," she said softly as she laid back on the bed, knowing she would be tied up just keeping her turned on and making her more wet.

Nadia looked at her and smiled. "I promise, you will get to touch me too. Right now the focus is your release for a little bit, then you and I will make love. Don't worry. High sex drive remember?" She said with a playful wink at her and couldn't help but smile. Slowly she began to tie the girl in the position she intended.

"I don't want you making a mess so you're going to drink it all up, won't you?" She asked as she held a gag that would allow the fluids to go into that beautiful mouth of hers. "You are so perfect on display like this." Her fingers slowly ran along the girl's clit and to her asshole. "One day soon we are going to start your anal training, bring you to new heights."

Amber thought of struggled as she started to tie her up but decided to be cooperative until later, even though she wanted to be more of a brat. She blushed at the position she was being tied up in, looking to her at her words and seeing the gag. "Y-Yes Mistress," she said, gasping as she felt her fingers move over her clit and puckered hole.

She was still uneasy about the anal training she had mentioned before, not knowing if she would really enjoy it. She had had anal sex once and it had hurt more than anything, just pushing herself to get through it and letting the guy finish so she could leave. Which turned into her getting raped and gangbanged by his friends before she was able to get away.

Nadia looked at the girl, she hadn't put the gag in and noticed as she seemed in thought. "Is something wrong, does it not feel good? If I am going too far, you must tell me." Nadia hadn't been a Dom to someone, she had wanted to with her ex but that was a mess and she never did, everything was just what she learned and watched. Sapphire didn't seem to be upset by anything but she wanted to make sure.

"You do look very pretty like this, but you say the word and I will take you out of it." She wanted the girl to feel safe with her and if she didn't then neither of them would have fun. By the feeling of it she seemed to be very wet. She slowly rubbed at her clit just teasing her softly and lightly.

Amber looked to her at her words, knowing she would have to tell the woman about her past experience with anal before anything like that happened. "Nothing is wrong right now, I just... don't know about the anal training. I just have past trauma with that," she said softly as she felt her fingers rubbing at her clit, moaning softly as hips shifted to try and press closer to the fingers.

"An ex of mine coerced me to do anal with him, it hurt and didn't feel good at all. I tried to leave after but then I was raped and gangbanged by his friends before I could get away," she said softly as she shifted in her restraints, pulling lightly against them as she saw she was tied nice and snug which she liked.

Nadia was shocked to hear the story and quickly kissed her forehead. "I am so sorry that happened to you. If you don't want it, we won't do it. I like Anal but if you aren't comfortable then I don't want that to be a problem for you. We have lots of time together so if you change your mind then we will." She looked at her and suddenly realized what today must have felt like for her.

"Are you okay after this evening? Did it bring back feelings of that moment?" She cared for the young girl already in the short time they had spent together. She didn't want the woman to be unhappy as she pulled on the restraints she touched her clit again before inserting a finger in her warm inner walls.

Amber bit her bottom lip and shook her head lightly to what she said. "No I do want to do the anal training... I know you won't hurt me and I trust you. I'll just have to keep those thoughts going in my mind when we do it," she said softly as she looked to Nadia at her questions. She nodded as a soft moan escaped her when the woman slipped a finger into her folds.

"Yes I'm okay Mistress, it didn't bring back any memories," she said softly, her inner walls clenching around the woman's finger as her need and desire grew. She was still quite turned on from not getting her release a little while ago, wanting to feel more and cum from her Mistress' actions.

Nadia watched her carefully and leaned down and kissed her. "My beautiful, Amber. When we do get to that point of anal training. It will be discussed. You are safe with me." She explained with another kiss to her lips. As she spoke that her memories weren't triggered she looked at her as she continued to rub her clit. "I want you to cum for me. Tell me you want to cum and when you do release and let it all out."

She continued to rub her finger over the girl's clit. She wanted her to feel that orgasmic feeling. She already loved seeing the girl move her lips into that sound she made when she got her release.

Amber kissed her back when they made contact, nodding to her words about the training. She moaned as she rubbed at her sensitive clit, nodding to her words. "Mmm yes Mistress," she said as she let herself feel the pleasure from her touches, biting at her bottom lip lightly. The rubbing to her clit caused her pleasure to build up as she squirmed in her bonds, feeling her orgasm rising closer. "Oh yes, I'm close Mistress," she breathed out as she moaned louder.

Listening to how her breath hitched she moaned liking how beautiful the woman looked when she squirmed. Slowly she moved her hand further into her clit and went to insert her middle finger into her pussy. "Oh damn girl, you are perfect. Make those noises, I love to hear them." She looked at her and smiled. She loved seeing how beautiful the woman was as she continued to rub at her clit. "Cum for me, I want you to release all that built up tension."

Amber moaned as she continued to rub at her clit, gasping softly as she slipped a finger in aide of her. Her walls clenched tightly around the finger as she squirmed in her bonds, feeling her climax close as her clit was still rubbed. "Ahhh yes Mistress," she moaned out as she came, her body shaking with her pleasure as her walls spasmed around her finger.

Nadia loved seeing her come apart at the seams as she orgasmed. "You aren't wearing your gag but taste yourself, taste how beautiful you are. Taste the power you own." She demanded of the girl. Giving her a gentle kiss on her thighs she looked at her bound tightly and ready to be released soon. "You are such a good girl. I'm glad to call you my submissive." She exclaimed with joy.


A woman of submissive nature, willing to explore her boundaries and trust in the dominance of Nadia. She is to be open-minded and adventurous, eager to please her Mistress. Her reactions suggest she is be sensitive and expressive, often responding with blushing or gasping. Despite a past traumatic experience, she shows resilience and determination in wanting to overcome it with Nadia's help. Her cheekiness indicates a bit of a bratty side as well, hinting at playful defiance within their BDSM dynamic. She has an appealing physique that entices Nadia.

Nadia smiled seeing how the girl was eating. "You can't see me Amber but I am wet and seeing you like this just makes me even wetter, I think you will be wearing more accessories like this in the home. Since you are being home more often. I appreciate it." She smiled as she moved her chair closer. "This hood looks, amazing, I have the picture you can see yourself soon."

Amber blushed to her words as she heard her move closer, squirming a bit in her seat as the clamps tugged back and forth. "I would love to see it Mistress, and I am glad you love how I look," she got out through the gag as she straightened up after finishing the soup, pulling a bit against the binder on her arms behind her.

Nadia smiled gently as she helped her off the seat. "You did wonderfully. This is your special chair, so whenever we eat we will be having you sit on this chair. Even with the company. They also have an anal inset as well so once we start your training that's what we are going to do."

She smiled gently knowing the girl was still wearing the clamps that were hooked to her collar and she wore her hood. "Would you like to go to the next activity or did you want me to get you set up for the night?"

Amber shivered as she was helped off the seat and nodded to her words, a bit nervous about the anal part of it. At Nadia's question she thought on it for a moment. "We can go to the next activity if you like Mistress, whatever you would like to do," she said softly through the gag as she pulled her arms against the binder around them a bit.

Nadia looked at her and smiled. She took the gag out for the girl to talk freely. "I am very proud of you, Amber. You have done very well." She smiled gently as she untied the girls armbinder and removed the hood slowly for her. She left the clamps on for a moment before slowly undoing them. "How do you feel?"

Amber breathed easier as she removed the gag, her arms a bit sore as she removed the armbinder and then her hood. "Thank you Mistress, I'm glad I please you," she said softly. She whimpered as the clamps were taken off, a burning pain blossoming from her nipples and sensitive lips once they were removed. "I feel good Mistress, quite turned on though," she said softly as she looked to Nadia.

Nadia leaned and kissed her, wrapping her hand behind her neck and pulled her in for more. "I promise my next plan is to make you very well given a release before a very interesting night." She smiled looking at her carefully. Making sure to assess the damage that could have been done to her. "Stretch a bit, you will get used to them as I have plans when you are around the house to make good use of you as well. I have moved more of my work online to stay home with you. Anything I can do at home I will. I want to spend it with you." She said as she moved her hand to her sex, cupping ti and playing with it.

Amber looked to her as she spoke, nodding lightly. She gasped as her hand cupped her folds between her legs, moaning softly as she played with her sensitive slit. "Ahhh yes Mistress, thank you. I would very much like a release, you didn't give me much time to get off at the table," she said with a bit of cheekiness, able to notice her brattiness wanting to come out as she became more comfortable with her Mistress.

"Amber... behave yourself. You don't want punishments on this night do you?" Nadia asked looking at her with a smile of appreciation if the girl was a bratty sub too she could enjoy that. Reaching out she touched her face gently and smiled. "Come now, we are going to the playroom tonight." She gently took her hand and led her upstairs. "I know you want a release so I am going to make sure this evening you get one. But what do you say for what happened on the table?"

Amber smiled lightly to her words, feeling the brat side of her wanting to come out anymore. "You wouldn't punish me Mistress," she said as she felt a shiver run down her spine, following her to the playroom when she took her hand. She knew it would be fun to see how far she could push Nadia before she would punish her, wondering just what punishments the woman would do to her.

At the woman's question she thought for a moment, biting her bottom lip lightly. "Thank you Mistress," she said as she squirmed a bit, still quite turned on and needing a release.

Nadia looked at her and shook her head. "Don't test me, Amber, I don't need you behaving horribly. Otherwise yes, I will punish you." She explained as she listened to her saying thank you. "Good girl." She said giving her head a slight pat. "Come with me." She directed as she walked to the bed and patted a spot beside her on the bed. "Lie down, I am going to tie you up and then baby you will be coming so many times you will be wanting to stop." She explained with a soft smile and a kiss on her lips.

Amber smiled to her first words, following her over to the bed as she patted the mattress lightly. She tries to hold back a smirk as she shifted on her feet as she kissed her, kissing back before sitting on the bed and looking up to her Mistress. "But I want to be able to touch you as well Mistress," she said softly as she laid back on the bed, knowing she would be tied up just keeping her turned on and making her more wet.

Nadia looked at her and smiled. "I promise, you will get to touch me too. Right now the focus is your release for a little bit, then you and I will make love. Don't worry. High sex drive remember?" She said with a playful wink at her and couldn't help but smile. Slowly she began to tie the girl in the position she intended.

"I don't want you making a mess so you're going to drink it all up, won't you?" She asked as she held a gag that would allow the fluids to go into that beautiful mouth of hers. "You are so perfect on display like this." Her fingers slowly ran along the girl's clit and to her asshole. "One day soon we are going to start your anal training, bring you to new heights."

Amber thought of struggled as she started to tie her up but decided to be cooperative until later, even though she wanted to be more of a brat. She blushed at the position she was being tied up in, looking to her at her words and seeing the gag. "Y-Yes Mistress," she said, gasping as she felt her fingers move over her clit and puckered hole.

She was still uneasy about the anal training she had mentioned before, not knowing if she would really enjoy it. She had had anal sex once and it had hurt more than anything, just pushing herself to get through it and letting the guy finish so she could leave. Which turned into her getting raped and gangbanged by his friends before she was able to get away.

Nadia looked at the girl, she hadn't put the gag in and noticed as she seemed in thought. "Is something wrong, does it not feel good? If I am going too far, you must tell me." Nadia hadn't been a Dom to someone, she had wanted to with her ex but that was a mess and she never did, everything was just what she learned and watched. Sapphire didn't seem to be upset by anything but she wanted to make sure.

"You do look very pretty like this, but you say the word and I will take you out of it." She wanted the girl to feel safe with her and if she didn't then neither of them would have fun. By the feeling of it she seemed to be very wet. She slowly rubbed at her clit just teasing her softly and lightly.

Amber looked to her at her words, knowing she would have to tell the woman about her past experience with anal before anything like that happened. "Nothing is wrong right now, I just... don't know about the anal training. I just have past trauma with that," she said softly as she felt her fingers rubbing at her clit, moaning softly as hips shifted to try and press closer to the fingers.

"An ex of mine coerced me to do anal with him, it hurt and didn't feel good at all. I tried to leave after but then I was raped and gangbanged by his friends before I could get away," she said softly as she shifted in her restraints, pulling lightly against them as she saw she was tied nice and snug which she liked.

Nadia was shocked to hear the story and quickly kissed her forehead. "I am so sorry that happened to you. If you don't want it, we won't do it. I like Anal but if you aren't comfortable then I don't want that to be a problem for you. We have lots of time together so if you change your mind then we will." She looked at her and suddenly realized what today must have felt like for her.

"Are you okay after this evening? Did it bring back feelings of that moment?" She cared for the young girl already in the short time they had spent together. She didn't want the woman to be unhappy as she pulled on the restraints she touched her clit again before inserting a finger in her warm inner walls.

Amber bit her bottom lip and shook her head lightly to what she said. "No I do want to do the anal training... I know you won't hurt me and I trust you. I'll just have to keep those thoughts going in my mind when we do it," she said softly as she looked to Nadia at her questions. She nodded as a soft moan escaped her when the woman slipped a finger into her folds.

"Yes I'm okay Mistress, it didn't bring back any memories," she said softly, her inner walls clenching around the woman's finger as her need and desire grew. She was still quite turned on from not getting her release a little while ago, wanting to feel more and cum from her Mistress' actions.

Nadia watched her carefully and leaned down and kissed her. "My beautiful, Amber. When we do get to that point of anal training. It will be discussed. You are safe with me." She explained with another kiss to her lips. As she spoke that her memories weren't triggered she looked at her as she continued to rub her clit. "I want you to cum for me. Tell me you want to cum and when you do release and let it all out."

She continued to rub her finger over the girl's clit. She wanted her to feel that orgasmic feeling. She already loved seeing the girl move her lips into that sound she made when she got her release.

Amber kissed her back when they made contact, nodding to her words about the training. She moaned as she rubbed at her sensitive clit, nodding to her words. "Mmm yes Mistress," she said as she let herself feel the pleasure from her touches, biting at her bottom lip lightly. The rubbing to her clit caused her pleasure to build up as she squirmed in her bonds, feeling her orgasm rising closer. "Oh yes, I'm close Mistress," she breathed out as she moaned louder.

Listening to how her breath hitched she moaned liking how beautiful the woman looked when she squirmed. Slowly she moved her hand further into her clit and went to insert her middle finger into her pussy. "Oh damn girl, you are perfect. Make those noises, I love to hear them." She looked at her and smiled. She loved seeing how beautiful the woman was as she continued to rub at her clit. "Cum for me, I want you to release all that built up tension."

Amber moaned as she continued to rub at her clit, gasping softly as she slipped a finger in aide of her. Her walls clenched tightly around the finger as she squirmed in her bonds, feeling her climax close as her clit was still rubbed. "Ahhh yes Mistress," she moaned out as she came, her body shaking with her pleasure as her walls spasmed around her finger.

Nadia loved seeing her come apart at the seams as she orgasmed. "You aren't wearing your gag but taste yourself, taste how beautiful you are. Taste the power you own." She demanded of the girl. Giving her a gentle kiss on her thighs she looked at her bound tightly and ready to be released soon. "You are such a good girl. I'm glad to call you my submissive." She exclaimed with joy.

Amber panted softly as she came down from her orgasm, blushing lightly to her words. Some of her juices dripped down onto her lips and she licked them off as she had asked, shivering at the kiss to her thigh. She gave a light smile to her words. "Thank you Mistress, I'm honored to have you as my Mistress and be able to serve you," she said softly as she slowly caught her breath.


A powerful, shapeshifting anthro dragon who can take on the form of an attractive man. In his human guise, he has a muscular chest and flat stomach, hinting at physical strength. As a dragon, he's massive and silver-scaled with bat-like wings and golden eyes. His true form exudes power and dominance, traits that also manifest in his personality. He's assertive, taking control in situations and displaying an aggressive side during intimate encounters. Despite this apparent ruthlessness, Brand also shows a certain level of care for his conquests by rewarding them for their submission. His ability to subtly manipulate others using magic suggests intelligence and cunning.

Brand didn't hesitate. In fact his slightly shy persona seemed to have vanished. His left hand went straight to her now bare breast, his fingers quickly finding her erect nipple and squeezing it lightly. He began kneading her breast while his other hand went to work on the unsewn strips of cloth that her clothing had somehow become. Cloth dropped away from her warm body, baring Allura in all her glory. He pressed himself against her aggressively, one hand on her breast and the other on her hip. She could feel his arousal through the cloth of the kilt he was wearing.

Somehow his shirt seemed to melt away like mist in the sunshine, baring his muscular chest and flat stomach. He began steadily grinding himself up against her aroused body, making her body seem to catch fire. She would only dimly become aware that his kilt had vanished too when his manhood ground right up against her feminine heat.

"You're mine, Allura," he told her firmly between red hot kisses to her mouth and neck. He was drinking in every bit of her with his body, his hands sliding everywhere over her and somehow finding her tenderest and favorite spots. He was playing her body like an erotic instrument... and he was only just starting.

Allura moaned, pressing herself ever closer to her lover as he took hold of her exposed breast, squeezing the orb and causing her body to tingle and shiver. She shifted and writhed, letting him remove and drop the last bits of clothing she originally had. Truly she had the proportions that would make anyone blush. A slender body with a large rack and hips that made it much easier to grab and position.

Her eyes opened again, this time completely dominated by whatever spell she was under as she stared back. Her arms reached out to wrap around him, and she could care less that his clothes appeared to have just disappeared in the breeze. She arched more of herself, letting him slide his hands all over her exposed body as she breathed in his scent. Her lips returned his kisses and she moaned loudly whenever he shifted his own kisses to her neck.

She wanted to just lay back and let him do whatever he desired. Her body was open to him, a lovely sorceress desiring to be dominated in whatever position imaginable just to satisfy her own cravings.

Brand grinned as he lowered the sexy, submissive sorceress to the floor. He'd had the pleasure of many women before, but few... very few... came close to this curvy beauty. He gripped her hips as he pushed his now very solid manhood into her tender folds, letting out an involuntary groan as he did. She was exquisite, her incredible body seemingly built expressly for the purpose of pleasure.

He lowered himself above her, holding himself up by his arms as he thrust into her carefully and deliberately, prolonging the process as much as he could... at first. He started grinding against her slowly, rocking that voluptuous body of hers back and forth beneath him. His eyes could not get enough of the sight of her big, round breasts bobbing and heaving on her chest with each thrust. The lusty, almost desperate expression of her face and the wonderful sounds that she made as he had her were a wonderful bonus as he took his pleasure with her.

Locked with her in their passionate embrace, Brand gradually started picking up the pace, seeking out the right rhythm that would drive his sexy partner wild. He lowered himself completely atop her, feeling those mammoth mammaries pressing against his chest and gripping her shoulders as he drove into and out of her, his eyes fixed on her face as she lay beneath him.

Allura sighed as he was lowered down to the floor. The fact that there was a perfectly useable bed close by must mean something else but she was also glad that her lover was straight to the point. She felt his hold on her hips, before his hard member slipped into her womanhood and she moaned at the same time as him, eyes widening at the feel of his size and girth now pushing its way inside her.

"Ahhh! Haaaah!" she cried out in pleasure as he began to carefully thrust his way in and out of her tight body. With each rhythmic pounding, her body swayed and her breasts moved in tandem like swinging pendulums, though a bit more reserved in their movements. They were perfectly shaped, the desires of men all over and some women too. And now, as she rocked back and forth, all she could think about was pleasing her lover. She spread her long legs, bending them at the knee for easier access and her moans became louder and louder, echoing throughout the chamber where the only inhabitants were the two of them.

He was becoming faster now and with her breasts now pressed ever more tightly against him, she could feel every inch of pleasure being given to her. She shook her head left and right, crying out for more as his rhythm sent a fire throughout her supple body. It's a wonder her hat hadn't fallen off yet.

"Ah... more! Please! Harder... faster! Make me yours!" she continued, repeating herself every so often in her lustful stupor.

Brand was happy to oblige. He lowered his head and began kissing and sucking on the dark pebbles that capped her personal mountains, all the while picking up the pace of his grinding and pumping. Gods above and below, she felt so very good! So soft and hot under him, so incredibly responsive. He was definitely keeping this one.

His stamina seemed limitless. He never once slowed down to rest, thrusting into her with aggressive vigor as she rapidly began to lose track of time. He put a possessive hand to her neck and gripped it, pushing her head back while the other hand tossed her hat away. She wouldn't be needing it or any of her clothing ever again. Her staff would make a nice addition to his weapons collection too, once he was done having his way with its former owner.

She was vaguely aware that she was being turned on to her side and that his position had shifted. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder as he thrust deeply into her, pumping her body so that her entire body seemed to flex and spasm as he used her. "You have my permission to cum for me," he commanded her in a rough voice as his hips slapped against her inner thighs.

Finally he turned her over on to her belly and lifted her hips. He drove into her from behind with even more vigor than before. One hand gripped her long tresses of hair and pulled her head back while the other hand cupped her great breasts and massaged them roughly. He was coming closer and closer to his own personal climax, but he fully meant to make her come for him several times before he was done.

This was the best part really. Her breasts and nipples sucked on and stimulated while her body lay there being used and accommodating everything about her lover. She moved her hips up and down as well, accepting him as her walls tightened, her breathing heavy as he pumped in and out without stopping at all. He was so aggressive and she had never been taken this harshly before.

Feeling a grip on her neck, Allura looked up at him and continued to smile, pleasure mounting up inside of her as she was turned to the side. She didn't know how long they stayed in this new position, her long legs hooked over his shoulder while he pumped his way inside deeper and deeper. The sorceress' mouth hung open, the pleasure of the acts causing her mind to blur. It must have been many minutes since they stayed there and when she was given permission, she came almost immediately. Her folds tightened, warmth enveloping his member... but he never stopped.

Her body shuddered at the sensation, extremely sensitive but also seemingly melting into his grasp as she was turned over. Almost immediately, she was taken from behind and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, barely visible as he pulled on her hair. She was on her knees with her with her upper torso on the ground until he reached down to fondle and squeeze her supple breasts yet again. Her voice was becoming incoherent babbling of pleasure now and the sight was certainly an erotic one if viewed from the outside.

Brand smiled has his hips slapped over and over again against Allura's backside. He had her now, he could feel it. "Get used to this," he growled at her. "Because this is what you're for from now on. Come for me again... and again... come for me until you can't move a muscle!"

This particular pose seemed to be his favorite, utterly dominating and in complete control over his victim. He could feel himself building up to his own climax as she moaned and babbled below him. He felt like he was going to explode into her at any moment, so he picked up the pace yet again. His breath came in heavy pants as he filled her, making her come for him over and over...

Finally he let himself go into her, filling her with his heated seed with a loud, satisfied groan. He pumped her body a few more times, dragging out his own orgasm as the sorceress lay limp beneath him. Finally he took a deep, shuddering breath and let her go, sitting back down with a contented sigh.

"That's a good girl," he told her as he rubbed her back and shoulders as a reward for her submission. "Good girl..." He let himself rest, enjoying the afterglow and the sight of the ravished Allura on the floor before him.

Allura's lustful moans carried on, unable to stop herself as she was completely dominated. The order was something she must allow herself to experience and the limitations of what she felt were gone. She was his, completely, and she came over and over, her insides tightening and releasing instinctively as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

Even as he picked up the pace, the sorceress' smiling face was a visage of ecstasy and a mostly broken mind. She moaned and cried out, riding the waves of pleasure that constantly assaulted her. One hand fondling her large breasts and the other pulling back on her hair, and she was not in control for any of it. No, he was literally riding her without pause and when he finally let go inside of her, she also let out one more cry of pleasure as her entire body shuddered at the sensation. She lay limp underneath, immobile and barely conscious.

It was an enjoyable feeling, and all she wanted to do was to please her lover.

The human body definitely had plenty of advantages and pleasures, Brand thought to himself as he rested. A major one was being almost perpetually in heat. Despite that, he much preferred being what he really was.

He stood up and stepped back from his latest conquest. Skin shifted and changed texture, becoming shining silver scales. Batlike wings unfurled from his back and a long silvery tail grew from his spine. His head elongated and became distinctly draconian, his coppery hair morphing into a metallic mane while a pair of horns grew back from his forehead. He leaned forward until he was on all fours, his body rapidly ballooning until he had resumed his true form... a massive silver dragon thirty feet from nose to tail with golden eyes and a powerful build.

He stood over his prey, gazing down at the defeated sorceress who had thought to rob him only to fall victim to his more powerful and subtle magic. He reached down and picked her up in his right talon, lifting her as easily as he might a doll.

Laying there in a blissful afterglow, the lovely sorceress slowly turned over so her back was on the floor, looking up at her lover just in time to catch a good glimpse of his transformation. Still mesmerized, she continued to look on with a smile on her face even as he was displayed in his full splendor.

Allura licked her lips, watching as the dragon towered over her and looking at his prize and conquest. The sorceress gave a rather loud gasp as he reached down to pick her up. It was so easy, and yet she was also excited what could possibly come next now?

Brand lifted her up to his face, his mouth wide in a toothy smile. He opened his mouth and licked the side of her face. The agile serpentine tongue slid down her neck and to her full, round breasts. He lingered on them for some time, tracing their soft shape with the tip of his tongue and toying with them a bit, making them jiggle delightfully.

Eventually his tongue slid down to her belly, painting a trail of warm saliva as it went. Finally the tongue slid down further and slipped between her legs.

Without warning the dragon opened his mouth wider and pushed her upper body forward into his mouth, laying her out on his tongue. The tip of the tongue pressed firmly under and behind her, pulling her deep into his mouth. She was suddenly trapped in a cage of teeth while resting on the beast's naughty tongue, his hot breath rushing over her.

The sorceress shivered as he licked her face, cooing ever so softly as his tongue continued downwards to taste the rest of her body, paying special attention to her bountiful breasts. Feeling the soft scraping of his tongue against them and making the soft orbs jiggle wonderfully, Allura began to moan again, unable to resist the pleasure.

He continued down even more, lathering her supple body in his mouth as it trailed all the way down in between her legs before curling up and forcing her forwards. The breathing of her lover was hot and she felt it all over as she hugged the thick tongue tightly, feeling it press against her back and front, savoring her greatly.

And instinctively, she enjoyed it. She was grinding herself against it, back and forth, back and forth in a steady motion. She wanted to please him, and she only knew how to use her body to its advantage to do so.

Brand grinned, very much enjoying the delicious taste of Allura as she rocked and squirmed on his tongue. The woman was rapidly coated in the dragon's warm, slick saliva, spreading her flavor even more intensely. The dragon let her continue for a bit, the tip of his tongue pressed on and stroking her bud of womanhood. He could taste her erotic excitement as her nearly exhausted body rubbed itself all over the slender muscle of his tongue.

Finally, though, he decided it was time. His tongue lifted a bit, pressing her back and buttocks against the roof of his mouth. He tilted his head back and the helpless Allura began to slide head first steadily back and down towards the narrow, black tunnel that was his throat. He could feel her wonderful breasts slide over his warm tongue as she went.

Allura was trapped, willingly in fact as the tongue rubbed against her skin and tasted her as much as it could. She couldn't help herself as she allowed herself to grind against the lustful touches of his tongue, moaning all the while and giving it soft kisses as it pressed on and on all over her lovely body. It was nonstop and despite the exhaustion, she continued on until it lifted a bit with a tilt.

Something new was happening as she felt herself begin to slide down steadily into the tight, warm corridor that lay just ahead of her. The sorceress allowed herself a smile as darkness enveloped her, pressing tight against her body as she slipped into her lover's throat. Her shapely legs gave a few light kicks as if paddling, swimming forward to continue on towards her final destination. But she was not in control and slowly but surely, more and more of her became truly trapped within the confines of that fleshy prison.

Her voice was muffled within, moaning and crying out in pleasure all the while as the slightest hint of her outline could be seen from the outside, ready to fulfill her purpose.

The shapely, squirming lump in the dragon's throat steadily worked her was down through the fleshy tunnel. She was enveloped in the powerful muscles of the throat, compressing her breasts to her chest and pinning her arms to her sides. The throat muscles undulated against her, working her downward into the dark. She could hear the sound of the great beast's heartbeat as she descended head first into his chest. Finally Allura was squeezed into a fleshy sac.

The dragon sighed contentedly. He would probably be bringing her out of her prison fairly regularly in the foreseeable future. She'd made an excellent plaything, and a tasty meal as well. He settled down on to his bed and let the magical enchantments he'd placed on himself go to work, gently rocking the former mage to sleep and placing her into storage with the rest of his harem.

He must be doing something right for the gods to have sent him such a delightful prize, he decided.


A young, attractive sorceress with a body that could make anyone blush. She possesses a slender figure accentuated by her large breasts and wide hips, which are easy to grab and position. Her long legs add to her allure, making her an object of desire for many. As for her personality, she's quite vain and ambitious, seeking treasures and bounties without fear. However, she also displays a submissive side in the presence of dominant figures like Brand. Despite being powerful in magic, she easily gives herself over to pleasure and desire when under the influence of others' charms or spells.

The shapely, squirming lump in the dragon's throat steadily worked her was down through the fleshy tunnel. She was enveloped in the powerful muscles of the throat, compressing her breasts to her chest and pinning her arms to her sides. The throat muscles undulated against her, working her downward into the dark. She could hear the sound of the great beast's heartbeat as she descended head first into his chest. Finally Allura was squeezed into a fleshy sac.

The dragon sighed contentedly. He would probably be bringing her out of her prison fairly regularly in the foreseeable future. She'd made an excellent plaything, and a tasty meal as well. He settled down on to his bed and let the magical enchantments he'd placed on himself go to work, gently rocking the former mage to sleep and placing her into storage with the rest of his harem.

He must be doing something right for the gods to have sent him such a delightful prize, he decided.

Allura slipped slowly inside, the walls of the throat caressing and sliding against her smooth body as she was guided down the tunnel. She was a tight fit, especially given the size of her breasts and it stifled most of her movement. Not that she minded as her pleasure-filled voiced filled the humid air within the dragon's throat. Soon, she was squeezed right into another tight area.

The sorceress didn't mind too much about her fate. With her mind having been taken over, it didn't look like she was in any shape to protest. Already she began to feel tired, more than usual, and oh so sleepy. The inside of his throat was different from what she expected but it didn't matter. She didn't know or care what happened to her next. Her body was his and as she drifted into unconsciousness, a rumbling could be heard outside the mountain.


A confident and assertive woman who knows how to take control of a situation. She is adventurous and open-minded, unafraid to explore her passions and desires. Her appearance is seductive, often wearing outfits like corsets that accentuate her figure during her BDSM sessions. Despite her dominant role in the bedroom, she also shows care for others' feelings and boundaries, displaying an empathetic side to her personality.

Nancy was in school to study for her teaching degree. She was excited every time she went to school but she enjoyed her passion outside of school. BDSM. Her roommate had times when he wasn't home and then she invited her friends over and they would have their fun together. She had only gotten a roommate because she couldn't afford the rent in the beginning. Then she started paying a few people to come over and spend time with her.

This lead her to have the money to pay for her own rent. She knew this evening they would talk and she was going to ask him to start finding his own place. She looked at Brandon who came over and was playing with her today. "Remember the rules, Brandon, if you behave you are going to be very pleased." She said having him tied up into a hogtie position.

She then had him with a gag in his mouth with a brush giving him things he had to clean. "Work hard otherwise someone's going to have blue balls." She held a flogger in one hand while she wore a corset that pushed her breasts up as she smacked it on his ass as he squirmed.

Walking past the house, groceries in hand, Max took a look in the window. What is she doing? Max looked away, heart racing as he knocked on the door. He was embarrassed. He wasn't angry, he knew she had to pay rent, but...

After 30, or so minutes, he attempted to open the door, but it was locked. He sat on the ground and pulled out his phone. He texted her, Wassup? What are you doing? He played a game then stayed sitting there. "Come on, it's cold out here..."

Nancy heard her phone beeped and she ignored it paying attention to him instead as he sat there doing as she directed while she gave him a few slaps with the flogger. She then heard it beep again and she looked at it from her roommate.

*umm... where are you?*

She looked to Brandon who was crawling on the floor. "I think this will need to be cut short. My roommate is here. Maybe you should... hide while I deal with him so you can sneak out. I will refund the time we didn't get together." She explained to him gently as she gave his head a pat.

*You have a key, just come in.*

Using the key, Max came in, typing 'Coming in RN'. He sat on the couch, hearing noises of things being put away, a male grunt or two, and typed, On the couch. He checked his social media, giving a few likes, then turned on the TV.

He grabbed a soda out of his bag, and started watching a drama. Sigh. He laid down, and decided on what to ask her. How do you... no. What do you... no... he then decided to open his laptop and search her name. Nancy... the top result, he clicked on. It was a... like an OnlyFans.

Nancy noticed the message and grabbed her night coat of a soft pink silk. She walked towards the living room. "What are you doing home already?" She asked noticing he was on his laptop. She was surprised to be seeing him so soon, she worked normally on the time she knew he wasn't going to be home. She needed to get rid of him sooner than later. But now that he knew, well did he know? She questioned if he saw anything. Her mind was in a fog as she moved to sit beside him on the couch.

"I found your page." He swiveled the laptop around. "I can pay rent, you know." And I would. "So, do you like the job?" Max drank his soda. "I'd never be mad at you for stuff like this. I'll accept you anyway you are. That's what a friend is, hm?" He smiled, looking at her. "Did I disturb you? I can leave if you want." He shut the laptop screen.

She looked at the page open on the website. "It wasn't for the money, you moving in was for the money. Then I started getting gifts and things for doing this with them. So then I started charging." She listened to how he explained about being a friend she gave a small chuckle and smiled.

"No, don't leave I already refunded him the money for the long session. He has been here for two hours already." She explained as she moved closer to him. "I am sorry if... I upset you."

"You didn't at all." Max hugged her, close. "I know your reasons, and I'm OK with it." Max smiled. "I know I love you, doing that to me, so of course, other people would." Max walked into the kitchen, and put away the groceries, then made a shrimp-alfredo pasta dish. "Dinner's almost ready!" ...did I get a cheesecake? Opening the fridge, he checked. I did! He finished the dish, giving her a bowl, as well as himself.

Nancy thought he was acting strange. Stranger than usual. She thought quietly before he went to work in the kitchen. She decided to stay dressed the way she was and test him. Was he into this thing as well? Was that why he was fine with her work. She nodded carefully as she sat down on the island table and looked at him. "What's wrong? Something is on your mind?" She asked him carefully as she took a bite of the meal. "Thank you, its delicious."

"I wanted to ask you something..." Max ate a string of pasta. *Damn, man, you can COOK*. "Can we have fun tonight... It's been a while, and I have a craving..." He looked down at his pasta, embarrassed. *Say yes, please*... He bit into his pasta again, grabbing a shrimp as he did. His phone chirped, and he picked it up, checking his social media. *Daily Like Total: 26.* "Sigh."

She looked at him and rubbed under her chin in confusion. "You have a craving for what? We can play Monopoly if you are wanting?" She asked as she continued to eat her food, leaving the shrimp as she wasn't the hugest fan of fish and things that were from the sea. "How did school go for you today?"

"Good." Max looked at her. He took a deep breath. "Will you dom me like you do those other people?" He said the words quickly, and was rather flustered after. *Good job. Uh, yeah.* "I... uh.."

"You want me to dominate you?" She asked almost spitting out the food she had in her mouth. Taking a swallow with her drink she looked at him, studying his face. "Why? Like no judgment you just don't seem like the type." She said as she crossed her legs and nodded gently.

"Yeah. I've never had it happen before, so I.." He kept eating, and drinking. "So... yes or no?", he said as he bit into a stray shrimp, in his bowl of noodles.

Nancy looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't mind just won't it be weird if we sleep together? You won't find that a little strange waking up and knowing hey I fucked my roommate and now I have to look at her, I seen that one naked?" She rambled wondering if it was a smart idea. "I am fine with it I just..."

"No, I don't think so." Max finished his pasta. "I just want you to do me. Please, one night only..." He sighed, biting his lip.

"Well I can do that, and honey... it's never just one time." She said as she stood up and let her silk night coat fall off revealing her black corset again and her fishnet stockings. "I will just organize some things for you and I to have a good time, you got to tell me how intense you like it." She said as she stride fully walked away.

"Very intense. Just, don't leave any bad marks." Max smiled looking at her corset, and her walk away, made him want all of it. He smiled to himself, and got some water.

She looked at him and gave a small wink. "Well then darling, intense it is. I will try to come up with the perfect start." She explained with a smile towards him as she walked into her bedroom leaving the door open. She had converted most of her room into a playroom since it was most of her time. She had the master bedroom and had used a lot of its space holding the things she wanted to use in her games. People spent a lot of money on sex so she was excited to have spent the money to further her collection.

Max stood up, washing their bowls. As the warm water, touched his hands, he knocked over the soap bottle, pouring green, slimy liquid onto the hardwood floor. Damn! He grabbed a paper towel, sucking all of it up. There was still a streak across the floor. Darn you, Ajax Soap! Vinegar and Lime! He sighed, and cleaned the dishes, waiting for Nancy to return.

Nancy walked back out to the room and went closer to him. "Did you have a little accident?" She said as she noticed the streak across the floor. "You didn't do this on purpose that I would have to punish you?" She said with a chuckle as she smiled at him. "Do you want me to teach you how a person like you, should clean Ajax?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Max bent down on his knees and stared up at her, in worship. "I need to be punished." He smiled at her, with a wink. "I want it."

When he went down on his knees Nancy was surprised. He really did want to play and he wanted it bad enough too. "Yes, you do." She couldn't help but smile at his determination. "First let me tell you how to clean a floor, especially the way you are. The kind of person you are." Walking away she grabbed a gag that had a small dildo that went inside the mouth, on the other side there was a brush to clean the floor. "Strip, and open your mouth." She looked at him sternly.

He did so, and like a puppy, bent in front of her. "Like this?" He asked, smiling. *This is gonna be so fun!!* He shook his ass a bit, and sat down on the floor.

Nancy watched as he did exactly as she demanded. Grabbing his mouth, noticing it open she stuck the gag in. "That's a boy. Now I am going to show you how hard this can be when you don't behave." Grabbing an armbinder she tied his arms together. "Now clean this properly with that brush while I show you soon your punishment."

He used his foot, to use the brush, cleaning the floor. Every few seconds he sucked on the dildo, inside the gag, loving his 'punishment'. "Mnmm~" He gave out a tiny moan, his cock growing harder and harder. "Nmmm~"

"Do you like cleaning like this?" She noticed how he was getting hard, the way his body agreed to this. Leaning down a bit she took his chin in her grip and forced him to look up at her. "You might like this so much I will have you begging for a full term. The idea of having that spikes my interest." She explained running a hand through his hair. "Now finish up you deserve a spanking for your indiscretion."

"Nmmm~" He spun, around showing his ass, ready for a hard whipping. Unable to speak, he only gave small moans, and mutters of pleasure. "Nnammph~"

She went down and smiled at seeing how excited her was. Taking his arms out of the armbinder, then she moved and grabbed his gag out. "Tell me you want to be punished. I know you need it but do you know why you need it?" She asked as she began her walk to the living room. "Follow, and stay on your knees."

Max followed, not speaking. He crawled in, and rolled over, showing the bottom of his body. "So I can pay for what I've done..." He winked, followed by a smile, that ended with a moan.

She looked at him as he came in and rolled over. "You will come over my knee, I am going to show you just what you deserve." She patted her knees as she pulled out her paddle. "You are going to count, I am going to be giving you ten, if you don't count properly I start again." She explained waiting for him to obey.

"1... 2... 3..." Max counted, moaning between each spank. He felt himself get harder, his cock in between her lap. "4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10"

She smiled as he counted while she paddled him smiling at seeing the redness of his ass. "Good boy. Now we are going to make a little harder." She then slowly moved her hand to his cock and stroked it. "Don't cum." She explained to him. "If you do you will get fifteen more."

"Nn~" He moaned a bit, and squirmed. "I. Nnnn~ won't... nnn~ cum~" His mouth opened as he let out a loud moan. "Your hands~"

"What are my hands? Tell me, use your words Ajax." She explained as she gave him the last of his five slaps. "What do you say for me punishing you, cunt?"

"Thank you... may I please have more...?" Max looked at her. "Your hands are perfect..." He looked down, at his still erect cock. "Please.."

Looking at him she smiled. "Do you want me to slap you with the paddle more. Or you want me to continue stroking your hard, throbbing cock?" She asked as she continued to stroke him. "Do you want that or do you feel you need more? Something better than a hand?"

"Possibly..." Max moaned as he could feel her hand still stroking. "Can I cum... nnn~"

"You want to cum?" Nancy asked as she stroked him. "I don't want you to make a mess. Let me grab a cup." Smiling she went and grabbed one as she put it near his cock. "Cum, now."


A submissive and somewhat shy man. He respects others' privacy and shows understanding towards their choices. His personality reveals a curious side, as he willingly explores new experiences without judgment. Appearance-wise, he is casual and less assertive in his presentation compared to Nancy. However, when it comes to exploring his desires, he displays an adventurous spirit and readiness to step out of his comfort zone.

Nancy was in school to study for her teaching degree. She was excited every time she went to school but she enjoyed her passion outside of school. BDSM. Her roommate had times when he wasn't home and then she invited her friends over and they would have their fun together. She had only gotten a roommate because she couldn't afford the rent in the beginning. Then she started paying a few people to come over and spend time with her.

This lead her to have the money to pay for her own rent. She knew this evening they would talk and she was going to ask him to start finding his own place. She looked at Brandon who came over and was playing with her today. "Remember the rules, Brandon, if you behave you are going to be very pleased." She said having him tied up into a hogtie position.

She then had him with a gag in his mouth with a brush giving him things he had to clean. "Work hard otherwise someone's going to have blue balls." She held a flogger in one hand while she wore a corset that pushed her breasts up as she smacked it on his ass as he squirmed.

Walking past the house, groceries in hand, Max took a look in the window. What is she doing? Max looked away, heart racing as he knocked on the door. He was embarrassed. He wasn't angry, he knew she had to pay rent, but...

After 30, or so minutes, he attempted to open the door, but it was locked. He sat on the ground and pulled out his phone. He texted her, Wassup? What are you doing? He played a game then stayed sitting there. "Come on, it's cold out here..."

Nancy heard her phone beeped and she ignored it paying attention to him instead as he sat there doing as she directed while she gave him a few slaps with the flogger. She then heard it beep again and she looked at it from her roommate.

*umm... where are you?*

She looked to Brandon who was crawling on the floor. "I think this will need to be cut short. My roommate is here. Maybe you should... hide while I deal with him so you can sneak out. I will refund the time we didn't get together." She explained to him gently as she gave his head a pat.

*You have a key, just come in.*

Using the key, Max came in, typing 'Coming in RN'. He sat on the couch, hearing noises of things being put away, a male grunt or two, and typed, On the couch. He checked his social media, giving a few likes, then turned on the TV.

He grabbed a soda out of his bag, and started watching a drama. Sigh. He laid down, and decided on what to ask her. How do you... no. What do you... no... he then decided to open his laptop and search her name. Nancy... the top result, he clicked on. It was a... like an OnlyFans.

Nancy noticed the message and grabbed her night coat of a soft pink silk. She walked towards the living room. "What are you doing home already?" She asked noticing he was on his laptop. She was surprised to be seeing him so soon, she worked normally on the time she knew he wasn't going to be home. She needed to get rid of him sooner than later. But now that he knew, well did he know? She questioned if he saw anything. Her mind was in a fog as she moved to sit beside him on the couch.

"I found your page." He swiveled the laptop around. "I can pay rent, you know." And I would. "So, do you like the job?" Max drank his soda. "I'd never be mad at you for stuff like this. I'll accept you anyway you are. That's what a friend is, hm?" He smiled, looking at her. "Did I disturb you? I can leave if you want." He shut the laptop screen.

She looked at the page open on the website. "It wasn't for the money, you moving in was for the money. Then I started getting gifts and things for doing this with them. So then I started charging." She listened to how he explained about being a friend she gave a small chuckle and smiled.

"No, don't leave I already refunded him the money for the long session. He has been here for two hours already." She explained as she moved closer to him. "I am sorry if... I upset you."

"You didn't at all." Max hugged her, close. "I know your reasons, and I'm OK with it." Max smiled. "I know I love you, doing that to me, so of course, other people would." Max walked into the kitchen, and put away the groceries, then made a shrimp-alfredo pasta dish. "Dinner's almost ready!" ...did I get a cheesecake? Opening the fridge, he checked. I did! He finished the dish, giving her a bowl, as well as himself.

Nancy thought he was acting strange. Stranger than usual. She thought quietly before he went to work in the kitchen. She decided to stay dressed the way she was and test him. Was he into this thing as well? Was that why he was fine with her work. She nodded carefully as she sat down on the island table and looked at him. "What's wrong? Something is on your mind?" She asked him carefully as she took a bite of the meal. "Thank you, its delicious."

"I wanted to ask you something..." Max ate a string of pasta. *Damn, man, you can COOK*. "Can we have fun tonight... It's been a while, and I have a craving..." He looked down at his pasta, embarrassed. *Say yes, please*... He bit into his pasta again, grabbing a shrimp as he did. His phone chirped, and he picked it up, checking his social media. *Daily Like Total: 26.* "Sigh."

She looked at him and rubbed under her chin in confusion. "You have a craving for what? We can play Monopoly if you are wanting?" She asked as she continued to eat her food, leaving the shrimp as she wasn't the hugest fan of fish and things that were from the sea. "How did school go for you today?"

"Good." Max looked at her. He took a deep breath. "Will you dom me like you do those other people?" He said the words quickly, and was rather flustered after. *Good job. Uh, yeah.* "I... uh.."

"You want me to dominate you?" She asked almost spitting out the food she had in her mouth. Taking a swallow with her drink she looked at him, studying his face. "Why? Like no judgment you just don't seem like the type." She said as she crossed her legs and nodded gently.

"Yeah. I've never had it happen before, so I.." He kept eating, and drinking. "So... yes or no?", he said as he bit into a stray shrimp, in his bowl of noodles.

Nancy looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't mind just won't it be weird if we sleep together? You won't find that a little strange waking up and knowing hey I fucked my roommate and now I have to look at her, I seen that one naked?" She rambled wondering if it was a smart idea. "I am fine with it I just..."

"No, I don't think so." Max finished his pasta. "I just want you to do me. Please, one night only..." He sighed, biting his lip.

"Well I can do that, and honey... it's never just one time." She said as she stood up and let her silk night coat fall off revealing her black corset again and her fishnet stockings. "I will just organize some things for you and I to have a good time, you got to tell me how intense you like it." She said as she stride fully walked away.

"Very intense. Just, don't leave any bad marks." Max smiled looking at her corset, and her walk away, made him want all of it. He smiled to himself, and got some water.

She looked at him and gave a small wink. "Well then darling, intense it is. I will try to come up with the perfect start." She explained with a smile towards him as she walked into her bedroom leaving the door open. She had converted most of her room into a playroom since it was most of her time. She had the master bedroom and had used a lot of its space holding the things she wanted to use in her games. People spent a lot of money on sex so she was excited to have spent the money to further her collection.

Max stood up, washing their bowls. As the warm water, touched his hands, he knocked over the soap bottle, pouring green, slimy liquid onto the hardwood floor. Damn! He grabbed a paper towel, sucking all of it up. There was still a streak across the floor. Darn you, Ajax Soap! Vinegar and Lime! He sighed, and cleaned the dishes, waiting for Nancy to return.

Nancy walked back out to the room and went closer to him. "Did you have a little accident?" She said as she noticed the streak across the floor. "You didn't do this on purpose that I would have to punish you?" She said with a chuckle as she smiled at him. "Do you want me to teach you how a person like you, should clean Ajax?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Max bent down on his knees and stared up at her, in worship. "I need to be punished." He smiled at her, with a wink. "I want it."

When he went down on his knees Nancy was surprised. He really did want to play and he wanted it bad enough too. "Yes, you do." She couldn't help but smile at his determination. "First let me tell you how to clean a floor, especially the way you are. The kind of person you are." Walking away she grabbed a gag that had a small dildo that went inside the mouth, on the other side there was a brush to clean the floor. "Strip, and open your mouth." She looked at him sternly.

He did so, and like a puppy, bent in front of her. "Like this?" He asked, smiling. *This is gonna be so fun!!* He shook his ass a bit, and sat down on the floor.

Nancy watched as he did exactly as she demanded. Grabbing his mouth, noticing it open she stuck the gag in. "That's a boy. Now I am going to show you how hard this can be when you don't behave." Grabbing an armbinder she tied his arms together. "Now clean this properly with that brush while I show you soon your punishment."

He used his foot, to use the brush, cleaning the floor. Every few seconds he sucked on the dildo, inside the gag, loving his 'punishment'. "Mnmm~" He gave out a tiny moan, his cock growing harder and harder. "Nmmm~"

"Do you like cleaning like this?" She noticed how he was getting hard, the way his body agreed to this. Leaning down a bit she took his chin in her grip and forced him to look up at her. "You might like this so much I will have you begging for a full term. The idea of having that spikes my interest." She explained running a hand through his hair. "Now finish up you deserve a spanking for your indiscretion."

"Nmmm~" He spun, around showing his ass, ready for a hard whipping. Unable to speak, he only gave small moans, and mutters of pleasure. "Nnammph~"

She went down and smiled at seeing how excited her was. Taking his arms out of the armbinder, then she moved and grabbed his gag out. "Tell me you want to be punished. I know you need it but do you know why you need it?" She asked as she began her walk to the living room. "Follow, and stay on your knees."

Max followed, not speaking. He crawled in, and rolled over, showing the bottom of his body. "So I can pay for what I've done..." He winked, followed by a smile, that ended with a moan.

She looked at him as he came in and rolled over. "You will come over my knee, I am going to show you just what you deserve." She patted her knees as she pulled out her paddle. "You are going to count, I am going to be giving you ten, if you don't count properly I start again." She explained waiting for him to obey.

"1... 2... 3..." Max counted, moaning between each spank. He felt himself get harder, his cock in between her lap. "4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10"

She smiled as he counted while she paddled him smiling at seeing the redness of his ass. "Good boy. Now we are going to make a little harder." She then slowly moved her hand to his cock and stroked it. "Don't cum." She explained to him. "If you do you will get fifteen more."

"Nn~" He moaned a bit, and squirmed. "I. Nnnn~ won't... nnn~ cum~" His mouth opened as he let out a loud moan. "Your hands~"

"What are my hands? Tell me, use your words Ajax." She explained as she gave him the last of his five slaps. "What do you say for me punishing you, cunt?"

"Thank you... may I please have more...?" Max looked at her. "Your hands are perfect..." He looked down, at his still erect cock. "Please.."

Looking at him she smiled. "Do you want me to slap you with the paddle more. Or you want me to continue stroking your hard, throbbing cock?" She asked as she continued to stroke him. "Do you want that or do you feel you need more? Something better than a hand?"

"Possibly..." Max moaned as he could feel her hand still stroking. "Can I cum... nnn~"


A passionate musician, deeply attached to his flute, showing his nature as a sensitive and artistic individual. He is grateful and humble, shown by his appreciation for Aren's help and his insistence on repaying him. Even in tough situations, Vanya maintains a calm demeanor, indicating resilience and strength of character. He's currently injured with a cast, suggesting some physical limitations. Given his profession as a musician, he has nimble fingers essential for playing an instrument like the flute.

Vanya was lying in bed, resting as he looked over the papers describing medical expenses. He sighed heavily and lifted his head to look up at the ceiling, placing the papers in his lap. It wasn't that bad, but a set back was a set back. Not to mention he basically had nothing but what was here in his room with him. He was just thankful he got his flute out of the fire along with him. He still had a way to earn a living. He should also still have his bike which he had chained up at the parking lot a safe distance from the fire. He wasn't sure how easy it would be to ride it with his cast on.

The biggest problem he was facing right now was that he had no where to stay. He had no family to stay with in town. He had a few friends living in town that he knew from music school, but he wasn't sure if they would be able to keep him for very long. Thinking all this over made Vanya choke up a bit. Bad luck seemed to ceaselessly pile up around him and no matter how hard he struggled it only dug its claws in deeper. Before he started crying he heard the knock on the door. He took a breath and gathered his wits. He wondered who it was. "Come in."

Aren smiled slightly at the "Come in." He was lucky that the man wanted to see anyone at all. He opened the door slowly and peered in. The first thing he noticed as that there wasn't any flowers or cards or even anyone else there. The room was basic--the smell of the aseptic smell filled his nose. There wasn't much to look at, except for the man laying in the bed with papers thrown about his blankets. He walked in, and gave a little wave. "Hello. I'm Aren. I was the fire fighter that found you. I'm glad to see that you're okay." He said, rather quickly. Sure, he can run into a burning building without hesitation, but human contact was like a whole other thing for him. He mentally yelled at himself, hoping that this man didn't think it was weird that he came to see him.

Continuing his gaze around the room, he spotted the case that laid next to the bed, "I hear you didn't let go of that. That must be something special." He chuckled slightly. Oh was he making a fool of himself. Why was he so nervous?

When Vanya saw the man enter he knew right away that he wasn't a doctor or a nurse. It took him a moment, but when he reminded him of who he was he smiled. This was the man that saved his life. He likely would have died buried under that building if he hadn't found him. The corners of his lips turned up and his eyes were filled with gratitude. He was also thankful that he had the kindness to spare him a visit. He had still had no visitors as of yet.

"I can't thank you enough for saving my life. I... I don't want to imagine what would have happened if you hadn't found me. I really owe you."

Those words were not apt one for Vanya to use. he already owed so much, but at least this time this man deserved it. He was curious what had brought this man here to see him. Surely he wasn't the first person he had pulled from disaster. Perhaps it was just compassion. He looked at the bedside table where his flute was sitting in it's case he smiled as he took it up and sat it on his lap on top of the papers. "This thing is everything to me. I couldn't leave that place without it." He opened the case to show the flute in it's disassembled state, still shining and completely untouched by the fire. "What is a musician without his instrument after all."

Aren started to shake his head as the man began to thank him. "It's really okay. You don't owe me anything. I'm really just glad that you're okay." He gave him a big smile. He stood there a little bit awkwardly before the man explained his case. When he opened it, he gave a smile. "A musician! That's so cool!" His eyes glazed over the instrument. "That must have been super hard to learn." He realized that he started to sound like a little kid, looking onto an older siblings cool new toy.

He stepped back and dipped his head, "Sorry. I really am glad that you're okay. Do you have any other friends or family coming? I can leave soon if you'd like?"

"I still feel like I should do something." Vanya wasn't sure why he was being so insistent. Sure, he wanted to show how much what he did meant to him, but there was very little he could actually do at the moment that would make up for saving his life. He looked back down at his flute and ran his fingers over the smooth side of one of the cylinders.

"Well, it's always been my passion I never felt like it was a chore to learn. I really love playing it." Looking back up when Aren asked if he should go, worried that he'd be in the way of other visitors, Vanya just shook his head. "No need to worry. I am not expecting any visitors. In fact you're the first visitor I've had since arriving here."

Aren nodded at him saying that he wasn't expecting anyone. "That's sad. Don't you have any family around here?" He knew that was pretty blunt, but he was rather surprised. He smiled at the man, glad to know that he was doing something he loved in life. He then thought about his home.

"I'm sorry you lost your home... Where are you going to stay?" He really hoped that he did have family to help him out. He seemed like he didn't have anyone, and that concerned Aren. As he finished speaking, a nurse walked in.

"I'm sorry, sir. I need to check his vitals. Visiting hours are over now." She gave Aren a smile—mostly to tell him to get out. He nodded and looked at the man in the bed, "I hope things work out for you. My name is Aren, by the way." He turned and walked out the room, not sure why he told the man his name. Why was he acting so weird?

"Uh, no unfortunately my family recently left town. They are rather far away now." Vanya didn't want a stranger to know about his family situation. The truth of the matter was that Vanya didn't know where his family had gone to. they left no trace behind. No note. No phone call. Nothing. It had been heartbreaking when it first happened and Vanya realized that they had saddled him with their burden, not seeming to think twice about it.

With time he had learn to take it in stride and was just moving forward as best he could. Before he could answer about where he was going to stay, the nurse came in and cut him off. He was thankful for it because then only more truth would have surfaced. He smiled and Aren made his way out, introducing himself as he did. He would have to find him soon and do something to thank him properly. Once he was gone the nurse got about taking his vitals and examining him once more. His leg was still a bit sore, but slowly getting better.


A brave and empathetic man, given his profession as a firefighter. However, he is socially awkward and nervous during personal interactions, indicating that he is introverted or not used to forming close relationships. Despite this, he shows genuine concern for others' well-being, like when he visited Vanya in the hospital and worried about his living situation post-fire. Being a firefighter he's physically fit and has a strong build due to the demands of his job.

"Uh, no unfortunately my family recently left town. They are rather far away now." Vanya didn't want a stranger to know about his family situation. The truth of the matter was that Vanya didn't know where his family had gone to. they left no trace behind. No note. No phone call. Nothing. It had been heartbreaking when it first happened and Vanya realized that they had saddled him with their burden, not seeming to think twice about it.

With time he had learn to take it in stride and was just moving forward as best he could. Before he could answer about where he was going to stay, the nurse came in and cut him off. He was thankful for it because then only more truth would have surfaced. He smiled and Aren made his way out, introducing himself as he did. He would have to find him soon and do something to thank him properly. Once he was gone the nurse got about taking his vitals and examining him once more. His leg was still a bit sore, but slowly getting better.

Aren made his way out of the hospital. He honestly wasn't sure why he went there, but the man seemed rather calm after what had just happened. He felt bad that he couldn't have done more to save his home. He couldn't think like that though. There weren't any casualties and that was all that mattered. He picked up his speed and began to jog towards the fire department. It was rather quiet out today—and it was rather odd that he didn't have work today, but he was glad of it. He didn't really feel like standing behind the counter and taking stupid customers money for gas. He loved his co-workers, but he would much rather be in there with his family; the fire fighters.

With a sigh, he kept jogging. Food sounded nice. He kept thinking about the man in the hospital though. How come couldn't get him out of his head?


A 15-year-old girl who possesses an alluring mix of youthful innocence and budding maturity. She has a slim figure accentuated by hip-hugging jeans and a simple white shirt. She is adventurous, confident, and unafraid to explore her burgeoning sexuality. However, beneath this bold exterior lies a sensitive side that becomes evident in moments of emotional turmoil. Despite her outward bravado, she struggles with self-control when dealing with intense situations and is prone to impulsive actions under stress.

"Ugh... We talked all kind of shit, I think..." Truth be told, Jessi couldn't really remember everything either, but she was pretty sure that this had been before the bath and before the movie. As she was in the process of scrubbing her legs and then the lower regions carefully, she said, "I think we said... You said something about Liz and how you would like to have her and me together, remember? And I was... I was all fucked up... urgh, I think I even talked shit about mum..."

"Ooohhh yeah, I remember that!" came Eric's reply after rinsing his mouth out. Jessi's reminder sent a cascade of mental images through his mind; a series of quick fire fantasies involving his sister and Liz, ranging from relatively chased to things that would make even last night's sexual escapades, or at least what he could remember of them, seem tame. "It wasn't until after our bubble bath that things got fuzzy... Why do you ask, has that beautifully perverted mind of yours come up with some more fun ideas? Or are you just reminding me there's another room that needs cleaning?" he finished with a smile.

Being in the process of getting properly clean, Jessi took her sweet time in replying to her brother. She mulled over the words for a few moments before snorting loudly. "No, neither. I just..." She pushed her face under the water, her eyes closed, and waited a few seconds, then pulling back and rubbing her face clean. "... wanted to... I don't know..."

Then she stopped the water and opened the door, slightly leaning out. "Gimme that towel, please. I just wanted to remind you. And to tell you that... well, I think I'm gonna help you pick up her. She's cute after all."

Eric was ecstatic as he handed Jessi the towel, "Really, How? What do you have in mind?" Then, as he stood there, he began to look as the beads of water slid across his sister's skin, hanging from her nipples before eventually falling away. His cock began to get hard again as his eyes roamed across her naked body. "Here, let me dry you off," he said, taking the towel and rubbing the soft terry cloth across her shoulders and down her arms.

"Dude, calm down," replied Jessi with a slightly amused face, but did allow him to towel her off as she stepped out of the shower. This was actually fun, like she had her own personal butler or something. No wait, that would be creepy. Hmmm, anyway, this was nice, the towel actually felt good against her skin and the way he rubbed it down her shoulders and arms was great, like a mini-massage. "We'll see what we'll do. Can't plan ahead so far, right? But what I have in mind is me on the bed with my arms around Liz while we two girls kiss, and she is moaning like the little minx she is while you plough her snatch, how's that for an image?"

"That sounds awesome," Eric replied immediately, "But how are you going to get to that point? Liz... I mean, well, she's super smart; she's already taken all the hardest classes in school, so now they have to send her to high school to take AP classes! The only reason she's in the same biology class as me is she's kind of squeamish when it comes to the dissection stuff."

As he said this, he worked his way down Jessi's back with the towel before starting on her butt and legs; his movement coming just barely short of being sensual, as he continued his self-appointed task. "What I'm saying is, it's going to take more than just walking up to her and saying 'Nice shoes, wanna fuck'. This is something we'll have to approach carefully. Now lift your foot up so I can get to the hard to reach places."

"Oh no, if I do that, we'll only get back to fucking the whole time and then we'll not be getting anything done till mum and dad come back." With a slight smirk, Jessi grabbed the towel from her brother, as hard as it was for her. Because she really meant it, the way his fingers and hands moved, the way he massaged her muscles, and the cloth felt on her skin, that was already making her horny again. Fuck, she couldn't allow this to happen, not at this moment. And thus, she stepped a single step away from Eric and began to dry herself off, that was all that was left.

"Now get showering or get outta here. We have to get the place cleaned up... I'll take the kitchen, like you said. And we'll think about Liz once we're back. I mean, I can't really plan anything without knowing what she likes and how she is."

Pivoting around his sister, Eric slipped into the shower, and slid the frosted glass door closed behind him. "You really need to work on trusting me more; I do have a little self control, you know," he quipped, as he spun the knobs, and started the shower. The steam and hot water pouring across his neck and scalp felt wondrously good! He hadn't realized how badly his head and eyes had hurt until that pain was being soothed.

Watching Jessi's blurry silhouette as he scrubbed himself down with the loofah, Eric considered what she'd said. The truth was, he really didn't know much about Liz, other than she was the smartest kid in his school. He had no idea what she liked; who her friends were; what she did for fun... hell for all, he knew she could be a lesbian, and he'd misread her intent when she'd put her picture on his phone. Suddenly, the whole idea seemed quite daunting, and he hoped Jessi, being a girl, had some useful insights.

While her brother was under the shower, Jessi left the bathroom and called to him over the running shower, "Yeah, but I don't have the control. Not this early in the morning, not after last night. See it as a compliment, lover-boy." It was hard to say if she was teasing or actually making a compliment to her brother. Or both. Anyway, she began to gather her clothing and got dressed, all but jumping into her underwear and then her... Hey, where are her pants? Oh right, not here. Damn, they really needed to clean up.

"Come downstairs once you are dressed, I'm making breakfast." Before she would get any dumb ideas, she practically fled, grabbing her shirt from somewhere on the ground and making her way over to her own room, where she grabbed a pair of jeans and jumped into them. Once Eric came into the kitchen, he would see Jessi dressed in a simple white shirt of some band or the other and hip-hugging jeans, accentuating her slim figure, her hair undone and simply hanging down, and herself working in the kitchen making toast and grabbing everything for breakfast. Not that it was much; she wasn't much of a cook or anything. And hell, the kitchen looked like a battlefield.

Eric took a long time in the shower, far longer than normal, as he let the last of the pain in his head wash away. But eventually, he came out of the steamy bath and made his way to his bedroom. He got dressed quickly in a dark, long-sleeve shirt and brightly colored ski pants; his plans were to go out skiing in the fresh snow, right after cleaning up, and this way, all he had to do was grab his coat and gear and get out the door. As he came down the stairs, however, he had to reconsider how long that would take. "Holy shit, did we do all this?! There's stuff everywhere!"

Thinking to get an early start on cleaning, Eric collected the cup, plates, and silverware from the coffee table on his way into the kitchen, and deposited them in the sink. "Wow, it looks like we got around to using the stuff for the sundaes after all," he commented. He pointed out the chocolate handprint, smeared across the refrigerator door, as he grabbed a slice of toast; a handprint with fingers too long and slender to be his. Suddenly, he had a snippet of memory that involved Jessi reaching into the fridge and saying something about wanting a banana split instead of just ice cream.

"Yeah, tell me about it, I will be on my knees scrubbing this place for days, I'm afraid," said Jessi with a roll of her eyes. And yes, she knew exactly what she said and what this would most likely do with Eric's head. She wasn't that daft. But she liked the idea of being able to get him all hot and horny again, perhaps even with words alone. Going into the living room, the more or less trashed living room, but it was perhaps not as bad as one would think at first glance, Jessi had grabbed some toast and jams and Nutella, she loved the stuff, and then let herself fall onto the couch, playing the food on the table. Then her gaze fell onto the single piece of clothing, a very nice piece of lingerie, and as she grabbed it, she realized that it was a string she had worn the evening before, an image appearing in her mind of how she had tried a striptease and sexy dance for Eric, only to slip and fall onto her butt with a loud giggle.

Normally Eric enjoys a full breakfast, but this morning he wasn't feeling hungry, almost sick to his stomach, and the jam and toast was all he wanted. Looking around between bites, he began to think, "It's too bad, there's no way we could sneak that monster home with us," he said, nodding to the video camera, "and there's no way to watch those home movies without it, unless you know someone with a player for those antiques just laying around? Cause I don't."

Reaching down, he picked up some of the spilled and scattered Polaroids, "These on the other hand..." Eric began, but then his eye caught a glimpse of one of the pictures, and whatever he was about to say was forgotten. "Oh my god," he said, flipping through the photos in his hand, sorting out a few from the stack, and passing them to his sister. "Jessi look at these!"

What Eric handed to his sister was a series of six photos. The first was of their mother and Aunt Kim standing in front of a mirror; both dressed in white, lace lingerie, taking a kind of selfie with the old camera. The second was of their Mom and Aunt, dressed the same, making out on a bed. A third was a POV shot of their Aunt, getting plowed with a strap-on, while blowing someone. The next was the one that initially drew his attention; Aunt Kim straddling their Dad, riding him, while he kissed her breast. The words *Sorry we can't take you with us on the honeymoon, but I think your parents would notice. Hope this makes up for it, XOXO Sarah.* written across the bottom in red pen.

Another of their Mom doing their Aunt's doggy style with the strap-on. Then the last, one of their Aunts, on her back, knees pulled up to her chest, their mom licking what appeared to be a thick glob of semen as it came oozing out of her pussy.

With her mouth open, Jessi looked at these pictures, and she was torn between being turned on because they were kinda sexy, revolved, and simply confused. Finally, she did chew on her toast, swallowed whatever she had in her mouth, and then softly put down her breakfast. "Well... fuck, that's big. Like, really, really big... And... like, gold if we wanna... I don't know, use it." She shrugged, a bit helpless, and then suddenly she began to grin. "Well, at least we know where our perversion comes from, it seems to run in the family, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Eric replied with a grin, but the gears in his head were turning, like tumblers in a lock as a bunch of little things started falling into place. Reaching down, he picked up their aunt's diary and flipped back to the last few entries, noting the dates.

"Hey Jessi, this may sound crazy... but... I think, maybe... well... I think Aunt Kim might be your mom! Look here, this is the entry where she said she was late; now flip over a few entries; she's talking about celebrating mom and dad's engagement. Well, those pictures look like some serious celebrating, and when you add in that little message about not being able to go on the honeymoon, what else could they be?" He flipped the book over to Jessi, to show her the entry, "Now here, look at the date... add nine months to that. It's only four days off from your birthday... no, it's less than that, if you factor in the months with thirty one days throwing things off. That would make it only two days..."

As soon as Eric said that aunt Kim might be her mom, Jessi practically whirled around to stare at him as if he was some kind of alien or as if he had grown a second head. A very ugly head at that. She opened her mouth to protest, but he had already run away with his arguments, about time and ideas about what might have happened and then everything else. The terrible thing is, he might be right; it made sense what he said, it would add up. Jessi closed her mouth again, and despite her best attempts not to think over it, she began to think over it. She swallowed hard.

Then, as if she had been bitten by something, she got to her feet, then shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. Only that she couldn't, and she appeared shocked. "I'm gonna clean up the kitchen... just like... whatever..."

With the movements of a woman on a mission, or a teenage girl running away but not wanting to have it look like that, she strode past Eric and into the kitchen, grabbing the dirty plates from yesterday from the table while she's at it.

Eric had expected the shocked look on Jessi's face, and an instant denial, but what he hadn't expected was for her to look both shocked and angry. He'd lined up further reasoning to back up his idea; things like how much Jessi looked like their aunt did in the pictures; or how it would explain why their hyper-religious grandparents always had treated their first grandchild so badly, even when she'd done nothing to deserve it; but in the end, all those arguments fell away. In the end, he simply stood there silently, as Jessi collected the plates and stormed out, not knowing what he'd done wrong.

With a sigh Eric began picking up the rest of the scattered photos and putting them back in their little card box, packing away the camcorder, and collecting the various lacy bits of cloth that lay strewn about. All the while, he felt that all the great things that had passed between them were slipping away, and he didn't know how to fix it, or even if it could be fixed. So he did the only thing he could; he cleaned up the mess, and began packing everything up to be put away.

Of course Jessi's mind was in a state of complete confusion and horrible revolting thoughts, as well as denial, and in a state of mechanical indifference, she went through the process of cleaning up the kitchen. Collecting plates and putting them into the dishwasher, cleaning the surface of the kitchen island on which she had just the evening before... she pushed the thoughts to the side, trying to concentrate on the work, trying to concentrate on what she was doing. It wasn't really working. Fuck. It wasn't working at all, she felt... she did not even know what she felt. It was all blind rage and confusion and numbness and denial and everything else, wrapped into something in her chest.

She needed some time, a lot of time actually, and as she stood in front of the fridge and scrubbed the handprint from the surface, when she simply stopped. For a moment she studied her own face on the surface of the fridge, as little as she could really see herself, and knew that Eric was right. She did look a lot like her aunt, and the dates made sense as well, and all added up nicely. "Fuck..."

The next moment, driven by a sudden burst of rage, she grabbed the nearest thing and threw it across the kitchen. Unluckily for her, the next thing she grabbed was a dirty cup she had missed before, and even more unluckily for her, it did not only flew through the kitchen but out the door and into the living room and then across it against the wall with a power that would make every pitcher of the NBL green with envy, shattering as it hit the surface. A moment later Jessi said loudly, and actually meaning it, "...sorry."

Eric had just stood up from where he'd been picking up a mesh and fishnet bra, when the mug went sailing inches from his head and exploded on the wall next to him. "Ouch!", he yelled, as shards of porcelain peppered his ear, and cheek, and neck, some of them leaving little cuts that welled with thin trickles of blood. He simply stood there, staring at his sister in pain and fear. He didn't register the apology that came a few moments later; just stood there like a small animal caught in a car's headlights.

As Jessi heard the yelp of pain from her brother, a pang of guilt suddenly pierced Jessi's head, and she jumped as if it had been herself that had been hit. She stood there for a moment, shocked and cold, the worst images in her head as she saw her brother standing there like an animal caught in the headlights. A moment later, she forced herself out of this stupor and rushed up to him, her eyes already filled with tears, shaking slightly. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just was oh my god, are you okay, I'm sorry, oh my god, you're bleeding I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, are you alright?"

She reached out to him, shaking slightly, meaning to grab him and pull him softly into the bathroom to disinfect the small cuts and to make sure that he was alright. It felt as if she had just destroyed something very precious and important, as if she had kicked a puppy and killed it. There were shards of ice in her heart, piercing it.

"You... you threw that cup at me... why did you throw it at me?" Eric's voice shook in a low, shaky whisper, as Jessi took his hand and began leading him to the bathroom. "What did I do wrong, why did you want to hurt me?" he asked, his voice becoming stronger but no less confused, as a tear slid down his cheek to mix with a bead of blood from one of the cuts.

"I didn't... I didn't threw it at you, I just..." Jessi wanted to reply, panic rising in her voice, mixing with guilt, but then her voice stopped working, her mouth moved but no sound came out. Helplessly, she stared at Eric, her mouth moving but nothing else happening. She stood there for a second, then she blurted out, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I..."

And she really was sorry; she felt horrible, but damn. She just hurt her little brother, her precious little brother; she could have seriously injured him. "I'm sorry I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."