A golden-eyed, submissive female with a tail, of a humanoid feline species. She has a high body temperature and an attractive physical form, including firm breasts. Her demeanor is shy yet obedient, showing eagerness to please Alex. She responds positively to his authoritative tone and control over her actions, indicating both her arousal and desire for submission. Despite her nervousness in new experiences, she exhibits trust towards Alex, following his instructions without question.

As Amethyst dried off she was startled to hear his voice by the door, looking up to him with her golden eyes as she clutched the towel to her chest subconsciously. She heard him say he had clothes laid out for her when she was done drying off, glad she wouldn't have to make a choice of choosing what to wear and be nervous on whether it was acceptable to him or not. As he told her what he wanted her to wear until they got her some clothes she heard the authority growing in his voice, a blush beginning to tint her cheeks a light red as that type of tone sent a jolt of arousal through her to between her legs.

The throbbing between her legs that the jolt caused made her clutch at the towel tighter for a moment, moving towards the door to the room and able to see what he had laid out for her to wear. It was minimal but more than she was used to wearing during her training period, her golden eyes rising to look from the clothes to him when he spoke again.

The instructions he gave her and the authority in his voice caused a shiver to run down her spine, feeling the need to do as he said from the results of the training she had received. She took a shallow breath as she threw the towel into the hamper now that she was dry except for her damp hair and then moved over to him, standing before him with a bit of nervousness especially with being fully naked in front of him.

She raised her hands to the back of her head and laced her fingers together like he asked, blushing brighter as she felt completely exposed in front of him in that position. "L-Like this Sir?" She asked softly as she shyly looked to him, her breasts rising and falling with each breathe as she stood as still as she could, even forcing her tail to not swish or move.

"That's a good girl," Alex said softly, then raising his voice a bit he rephrased it, "that's my good girl." Alex stepped up behind Amethyst, and felt powerful the way he towered over the girl. Her tail brushed against his shins as he stepped up close, and the feel of her fur sent a rush of fire through Alex; for a moment he thought he would take her hard right there. Steeling his nerves though, he forced himself to make slow deliberate motions despite his heart thudding violently in his chest. "I need to get to know you better Amethyst," Alex continued, straining to keep his voice steady. "Not just your personality, but also physically. It is important for me to know for your... good health," he finished.

Standing behind her he could watch them both in the large mirror over the chest of drawers. Her fingers were linked tightly, and he could see her nearly trembling. Softly he placed his warm hands against the small of her back, and slowly traced his palms up either side of her spine to her shoulders. "That is good my little girl," his voice gently encouraged her, as his hands began to massage her shoulders lovingly. "We have plenty of time to learn everything, and as long as I know you are trying your best I know you will make me happy," he finished as he let his massaging fingers work slowly down her back.

After a few more minutes of his warm caress Alex slid one arm around her waist, letting his hand rest on her taught tummy, all while his other hand slipped to her tender neck, and up to her jaw. "Open up for me," he said firmly, but kindly, watching her face in the mirror across from him.

Amethyst felt a warm shiver of delight roll down her spine as he called her a good girl, hearing him rephrase it with possession which she found that she liked even more. As he stepped up behind her she could feel him even if he wasn't yet touching her, almost like she could just feel his presence as he stood behind her. Hearing his next words caused her heart to beat harder against her chest, knowing what he meant by that even though she had no physical experience in that area. "Yes Sir," she said softly as she then felt his hands press against the small of her back, finding the throbbing between her legs respond as he trailed his hands up the sides of her back to her shoulders.

It was then she felt him begin to massage her shoulders as he spoke, her tense muscles relaxing beneath the rubbing as she listened to his words. "I will try my best to make and keep you happy Sir," she said softly, letting her eyes close for a moment as she let herself enjoy the light massage he was giving her. She almost let out a purr because it felt so good to her, the low sound rumbling in her throat as she soon felt him stop. She opened her eyes as she felt one of his hands rest on her flat stomach as the other went along her neck to her jaw, a bit puzzled by his words. She wasn't sure why he wanted that but she parted her lips and opened her mouth slightly, unsure of his intentions as she looked to him in the mirror above the dresser which she could see him looking at her as well.

Alex smiled as Amethyst obeyed without questioning him, and he leaned in even closer to her feeling his front pressing easily into her back, his rock hard crotch pushing between the soft sweet mounds of her tush. "That's my girl, just relax," smoothed Alex's voice, as his finger tips traced over her lips. He let them linger, tracing her mouth as he enjoyed the heat from her body pressed against his, the hand on her tummy pulling her gently back into him as he then inserted a finger into her mouth.

"No biting," he commanded, his voice still soft, yet a trace of steel in it. Pushing between her cheek and teeth Alex gently slid his finger back very far. Reaching the back of her mouth he pushed between her teeth, forcing them open till he could slide his finger over her tongue and across her mouth. As he did he let the hand on her tummy slip down, fingers lowering around the soft folds of her warm pussy, gently pushing between her outer folds, but not so deep as to enter her. As the finger in her mouth slid across the rasp of her tongue and into the other gap between her other cheek, he tenderly flicked the finger tip of his other hand across her hot clit.

"I have to make sure my girl has good hygiene," he said, by way of explanation, as his finger began to softly fuck her mouth. He did not push deep enough to make her gag, but he did grip her jaw firmly as he pushed in and out between her tender red lips. He kept the small gentle rub against her clit going until he felt her wetness, then he slowly slid his finger out from her mouth. Watching her face intently the whole time was a joy and he could feel his cock flexing between her tender ass cheeks as he enjoyed her expressions. "Very good girl," he complimented, bringing both hands slowly to her chest, grasping her breasts firmly and applying a hard squeeze while deliberately avoiding her nipples.

Amethyst felt him press closer after she opened her mouth, feeling the front of his body pressing to her back. There was a slight temperature difference with her high body temperature but the cooler feel oh his body felt good to her, blushing slightly as she could also feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her ass. His words almost made her shiver as he traced her lips with his fingertip, but soon feeling the finger move past her lips and into her mouth.

At his command she kept her mouth open and gave a light nod in response, feeling his finger beginning to explore her mouth. As he did she felt his other hand trailing down to her pussy, feeling his fingers part the outer folds that covered the sensitive pink flesh beneath it. She couldn't help but gasp as his finger flicked across her clit, his actions sending a jolt of pleasure through her as her insides clenched and the throbbing between her legs increased. It made her want to clamp her thighs together to try and assuage the ache there but she forced herself not to, not wanting to displease or anger him.

She looked to him in the mirror as he spoke and began to move his finger in and out of her mouth, feeling him continuing to rub her pussy which caused it to become damp with her growing arousal from his touching. Her breathing had become a bit heavier from his teasing and the throbbing ache had become more noticeable as well, soon feeling him pull his finger from her mouth. As he called her a good girl again she shivered again in delight, seeing his hands move up until he grasped her breasts firmly with a hard squeeze which caused her to gasp softly. Her nipples had grown hard from his rubbing and teasing and they poked out slightly between his fingers gripping her breasts. "Is my body and hygiene to your liking Sir?" She asked softly as she looked to him in the mirror, a light red flush on her cheeks.


A dominant male figure who towers over Amethyst, suggesting a tall and imposing stature. He carries an authoritative presence, his commands both firm yet gentle, displaying a balance of power and care. His voice has the ability to soothe or command, indicating his control over situations. Despite his evident arousal, he exhibits self-control and patience in exploring Amethyst's body under the pretext of health checks. His physical interactions with Amethyst imply that he is muscular and physically strong. Additionally, he enjoys observing reactions, hinting at a sadistic side to his personality.

Alex smiled as Amethyst obeyed without questioning him, and he leaned in even closer to her feeling his front pressing easily into her back, his rock hard crotch pushing between the soft sweet mounds of her tush. "That's my girl, just relax," smoothed Alex's voice, as his finger tips traced over her lips. He let them linger, tracing her mouth as he enjoyed the heat from her body pressed against his, the hand on her tummy pulling her gently back into him as he then inserted a finger into her mouth.

"No biting," he commanded, his voice still soft, yet a trace of steel in it. Pushing between her cheek and teeth Alex gently slid his finger back very far. Reaching the back of her mouth he pushed between her teeth, forcing them open till he could slide his finger over her tongue and across her mouth. As he did he let the hand on her tummy slip down, fingers lowering around the soft folds of her warm pussy, gently pushing between her outer folds, but not so deep as to enter her. As the finger in her mouth slid across the rasp of her tongue and into the other gap between her other cheek, he tenderly flicked the finger tip of his other hand across her hot clit.

"I have to make sure my girl has good hygiene," he said, by way of explanation, as his finger began to softly fuck her mouth. He did not push deep enough to make her gag, but he did grip her jaw firmly as he pushed in and out between her tender red lips. He kept the small gentle rub against her clit going until he felt her wetness, then he slowly slid his finger out from her mouth. Watching her face intently the whole time was a joy and he could feel his cock flexing between her tender ass cheeks as he enjoyed her expressions. "Very good girl," he complimented, bringing both hands slowly to her chest, grasping her breasts firmly and applying a hard squeeze while deliberately avoiding her nipples.


A physically strong and capable man. He possesses a healing ability that allows him to recover quickly from injuries. In terms of personality, Sylas is submissive, caring, and eager to please Nymora. He is open about sharing his experiences and expresses concern about not perfectly matching Nymora's preferences. He is devoted to their relationship and willing to learn new skills for their mutual happiness.

Sylas's eyes were shining with pride as she told him he would be the first she had collared too... she was being so good to him, she was so amazing... he smiled down at her as she kissed his chest, had she really loved him all that time? He swelled more as she told him how he was her perfect match, wincing as she patted his ass, a flair up of pain that quickly faded and brought a laugh from him. "Yeah... almost perfect, right? I mean I still don't like the pain, Mistress..." He sounded a little sad as he said it, he'd found a flaw which meant maybe he wasn't as perfect for her as he could be though he couldn't deny that his healing was definitely handy with her proclivities. He followed her from the bathroom as she put her clothing into the hamper, picking up his own and doing the same. It was all he had though... which was soon fixed as she passed him a pair of pyjama pants.

He pulled them on, they were a perfect fit, which made sense with how she told him she had gotten them for him... he hadn't changed much in the last 7 or so years so she would have had his exact measurements. He smiled, she was so thoughtful and prepared. "Move my things? You mean you want me to come live with you, Mistress?" He hadn't thought about it at all but it did make sense. "I... I'd be so happy to! I can go get my stuff any time, I can get it all moved over here and then I could live with you and we'd never have to be apart, not ever..." He couldn't help himself, he rushed towards her and scooped her up in the tightest hug, kissing her hard on the lips.

Nymora knew he didn't seem to like it, but maybe it was like a food you didn't like and grew to over time. Maybe he would grow to like it! yeah surely he would. They were made for one another after all. Nymora's only answer was to pat his ass again, enjoying the wince. She nodded at his excitement. "Well duh silly. now that we have each other why would we live apart?"

She squealed as he rushed towards her and pulled her into his arms. The hug was almost bruising as was the kiss but she giggled and swatted his arm. "Put me down puppy! good boys don't just pick their owners up!" But there was laughter in her tone. Once her feet touched the ground she took his hand and lead him to the kitchen. It was well stocked and more than ready for someone of his hunger. She pointed to the counter and lifting her arms, wanting him to put her there.

"I stocked the kitchen for you. You can make anything you like for dinner. I have a sneaking suspicion you eat like a horse, but make enough so I may have some as well." Once perched on the counter the crossed her legs and leaned back against the wall. "Tell me about your day puppy... before you rescued me"

Sylas noticed she didn't say anything about being almost perfect for her, and he let it go, smiling instead she she made the obvious point of why would they live apart when they had found each other? He put her down on the floor and grinned sheepishly, letting her lead him into the kitchen. "Sorry, I was just excited! I'll try not to do that next time..." He actually wasn't the best at cooking, mostly living off frozen food and take-aways but for her he could try his best and he quickly found some steaks and potatoes that he started to cut into fries while she hoisted herself up onto the countertop.

"My day before I rescued you? Umm, there was a bank robbery I stopped, I got shot there but it healed up nicely... a few other muggings, there was a car chase but I wasn't much help there. It was a pretty standard day to be honest." He was a little sad he didn't have a better tale for her, there had been no real villains he had met today, only small time criminals and his wonderful goddess. "Most of it was just the usual stuff, nothing exciting until I saved you, Mistress." Finishing cutting the potatoes he let them soak in water for a little while to clean while he looked for some vegetables to have with it, the steak cooking on the grill nicely.

Nymora's face darkened with a flash of anger at someone shooting him. He was hers! She hissed, the sound feral and incredibly feline. "And what happened to the man that shot you puppy?" Her tone was casual but already thoughts were forming. Nymora was not like other villains, though she supposed that's what she was if she really thought about it. She cared very little for the plight of others. Her own wants and needs paramount. She would take care of things that offended her for what ever reason, like the old man. Mostly she felt the people around her and her toys were only to met the end goal and then were disposable. Sylas was the first and really only she had any attachment to.

She tilted her head to one side as she watched him cook. He seemed to know his way around a kitchen a bit... "Do you normally cook?" If not... she supposed she could get someone to come in to make food, but pets tended to be overly clingy sometimes and more hassle than they were worth. She didn't really want to have to manage someone like that. She had her mate she had no real need of other company. She'd have him learn... Nodding to herself she tapped her nails along the granite counter top, feeling parched from their previous playtime. "Puppy get me some water" Like a lot of her commands, it was phrased almost like a request, but it was far from it.

Sylas looked towards her and smiled. She seemed upset that he had been shot at, it was so sweet he just had to grin, a silly look but clearly he was smitten with her. "I choked him unconscious and turned him over to the police. Didn't even leave a mark Mistress, see?" He touched his finger to the spot on his chest where he had been shot. The bullet had been pushed out as he had healed, and he'd found that as long as he was still alive it was a rare injury he couldn't be just fine from, his healing was instinctive on anything dangerous so he hadn't had to think about it with the bullet. The only thing he wasn't so sure about was dismemberment, he had a suspicion that he wouldn't be able to regrow limbs... he didn't know for sure and he sure as hell didn't want to find out. Instead of thinking about it too much, he moved on as she asked him about cooking and requested water.

He moved to the tap, letting it run a little to make it colder. "I don't really cook a whole lot no but I do some. Mostly frozen stuff really, never learned anything special." He brought the glass of water back to her and placed it by her side. "Do you cook, Mistress? What kind of food do you like?" Going back to the fries, he thought the fryer should be hot enough now as he poured them out into the mesh basket over the sink, then lowered it into the oil. Checking on the steaks, he began to cut the vegetables into what he hoped were pleasing shapes while more water boiled on the hob.

Nymora frowned still even as he showed her where he had been shot. "I don't like the idea of anyone but me hurting you..." Pouting softly she picked up the glass of water and took a large sip and sighed. "No, I don't cook... I normally go out to eat a lot, but that was before you. You should learn to cook! it will be healthier for you and a good skill to have. You can make me wonderful meals!"

She tipped her head to one side. "I like Thai food and Chinese a lot... And a good steak or some chicken... I also like vegetarian/vegan food" She giggled and shrugged. "I don't like mushrooms though" She wrinkled her nose at the mere idea. Another sip of water and a small yawn. She felt languid after the play, sex and bath. Her stomach gave a growl. "Hmm weird. Is it normal to be both sleepy and hungry after sex?"

Sylas smiled and shook his head, it was sweet that she cared so much but he was fine! "Mistress it's okay, really, it was just another criminal, I took care of it and now he's in prison okay? I promise, I don't let anybody else hurt me, I fight them off!" He finished cooking the vegetables and threw them in the pan, nodding eagerly. He didn't much like the idea of cooking for himself but making food for her was another thing entirely... if it made her happy then of course he could do that for her. "I'd be happy to learn if it would make you happy? I don't know about cooking Chinese or Thai but it can't be harder to learn than the usual stuff."


A dominant and assertive woman, taking control in her relationship with Sylas. Her personality suggests that she is possessive of Sylas, disliking the idea of anyone else hurting him. She has a playful side, as seen through her laughter and teasing during their interactions. Nymora also has certain expectations for her relationship, such as wanting Sylas to learn cooking skills. Overall, she is confident, demanding, and has a strong attachment to Sylas.

Nymora frowned still even as he showed her where he had been shot. "I don't like the idea of anyone but me hurting you..." Pouting softly she picked up the glass of water and took a large sip and sighed. "No, I don't cook... I normally go out to eat a lot, but that was before you. You should learn to cook! it will be healthier for you and a good skill to have. You can make me wonderful meals!"

She tipped her head to one side. "I like Thai food and Chinese a lot... And a good steak or some chicken... I also like vegetarian/vegan food" She giggled and shrugged. "I don't like mushrooms though" She wrinkled her nose at the mere idea. Another sip of water and a small yawn. She felt languid after the play, sex and bath. Her stomach gave a growl. "Hmm weird. Is it normal to be both sleepy and hungry after sex?"


A prince with a lively, curious, and somewhat reckless personality. His initial obliviousness suggests a certain naivety or innocence. He has a 'bubbly' nature, meaning that he is often joyful and energetic. Although he might be of royal blood, Rowan doesn't shy away from expressing his feelings or engaging in simple pleasures like building sandcastles. Despite his higher rank, he doesn't hesitate to express love for Michael, showing humility and genuine affection. He also has control over seaweed and possibly other elements of nature which could suggest an affinity towards natural surroundings. His skin turns pink under the sun, suggesting that he has a lighter skin tone.

"I think I had you as soon as you took your helmet off..." Rowan whispered lovingly. He remembered not thinking the other would be attractive, but was blown back by the appearance of his knight. "Why else would you break the law for me? Because I'd make me smile, because a prince of something so lively was curious?" He giggled, he didn't think much back on when they first met, but it brought a bubbly feeling into his chest. He loved him so much, maybe too much.

"What did you think of me at first. Annoying? Oblivious?" He asked, wondering if the other would be honest with him. He wouldn't be offended as he was pushy and used his higher rank to get what he really wanted out of Michael. "I thought you were stuck up and too serious!" The prince snickered.

Michael smirked, though he knew Rowan was right. Rowan had him the minute that he saw the prince. Back then, he would have never dreamed that his guard duties would extend this far past the line. His guard duties had been everything to Michael. His livelihood, practically. Apparently, Rowan had meant more to him that what he had trained his entire life for.

"Hey, that stuck up and serious attitude saved many lives. I'm never going to change that, you know." He pointed out. Regardless of how their lives turned out, Michael would always protect Rowan. Loyalty would certainly be his downfall, but if it was for the right person then it would be worth it.

Humming in thought, Michael decided to go with the truth. "Honestly, I thought you were a bit oblivious and reckless." Michael admitted. "But I fell in love with you I think the minute you showed such adoration for my element. The look in your eyes... it was beautiful." The ex knight smiled. "You fell for something so destructive and dangerous, especially to nature, and didn't give a care in the world. That's what I love about you, my reckless prince."

Rowan smiled lovingly at Michael as he said he wouldn't change. "I don't want you to change, I think you're pretty perfect the way you are. A few kinks and bugs makes you better in my eyes," He wasn't the best with love and gushing his feelings out. It more came out a mess, but the thought that he was trying to express still came through in it's weird sort of way.

"Reckless!" Rowan gasped, as if he believed he wasn't. He knew he wasn't good at making safe choices, he did what his mind was interested in the most. What would happen later was often a second thought in planning. With Michael and his fire that was exactly what happened. His mind was clouded by the desire to see the flame, but he was glad that it ended the way it did. He found his love, and it wasn't a princesses from another land. It was a man of non royal blood, a outcast runaway.

The boy dunked under the water suddenly and swam so he was behind the knight and popped up with a short gasp. He grabbed Michael tightly from behind, though it seemed like a butterfly was giving him a hug. "Lets go back to the beach before you somehow drift away into the ocean," Rowan said, letting the other go and glancing to their little spot in the sand.

Michael focused his eyes on Rowan as he spoke. His cheeks turned a soft pink at the prince's comment; finding his words to be quite sweet and a tad surprising. No one had ever thought that his oddities and links were what made him better. They have always been ridiculed and snubbed. "Well, aren't you sweet." He smiled; kissing Rowan's forehead.

"You're still reckless, even if you are sweet." Michael teased. Watching the other dunk behind him, the ex knight chuckled. Drifting away into the ocean didn't seem likely, but he wasn't going to ignore Rowan's nervous worrying. "We wouldn't want that to happen. I'd die." Turning around, he wrapped his arms around Rowan and guided him back towards shore.

Once they made it back to their spot, he whistled for Solis to join them and took a seat. "Have you ever made a sand castle, Rowan?" Michael questioned as he began gathering a small pile of sand. Michael was determined to enjoy the little things with the prince that he had never gotten to enjoy. Sandcastles included.

"You wouldn't die! I can control seaweed and hold you," Rowan grumbled, he didn't like the thought of the other dying somehow. In his mind, Michael would just live forever, or at least, Rowan wanted to die first. When they got back to shore he took a seat next to Michael he twirled his fingers around in the sand with a bit of a blank gaze.

Solis did an odd kind of jump and swim movement when whistled to come over to Michael. He came splashing out of the water with his tail flying all around and straying nearby people with the salty ocean water. He ran over and sat snuggly between his two owners. Due to the hot sun, he was panting, pink tongue sticking out with a bit of slobber.

"I haven't! Can we make our own little kingdom to rule?" Rowan asked excitingly. A little sand kingdom where they weren't being chased, and them both being boys would be alright. A happy little place for them to enjoy themselves, he wanted that more than anything. Reaching over the prince gave the pup a pat on his head before digging his hands into the sand and raking some into a small pile next to Michael's. The concept was easy enough.

Michael's lips curled softly at the thought of Rowan using seaweed to prevent him from drowning. He wanted to argue, but decided that ruining Rowan's mood wasn't a smart move. Instead, he left the subject alone; not wanting to dwell on his own death any longer than necessary.

Sitting on the sand beside Solis and Rowan, Michael continued to gather sand and help Rowan build their kingdom together. "Of course. We'll rule this sand kingdom all on our own." Michael grinned; glancing over at his lover. "And Solis can be our knight in shining armor." He mused.

For support, Michael reached over and dampened his hand in order to solidify some of the sand. Without the water, the sand would fall and their sand castle would represent more of a sand mound.

In the burning sunlight of the summer day the two slowly built more and more of their little sand kingdom, and it seemed the prince of nature was getting the hand of sand castles. Soon there were a few smaller ones and a bigger one that Rowan claimed was their castle, though a small one. It had taken at most an hour to complete the work, but being a paler tan than Michael the boy seemed to be turning a bit pink on his back.

Once it was all done Rowan stood on his feet and stretched his arms above his head with a perky little smile. "It's cute!" He wrapped his arms around him happily and kissed his cheek before pulling away and looking around. "Is there something you really want to do, I've been dragging you all around! I want to know what you like to do," There was so much beach and city to explore that he wanted to know what the other wanted to do. All the boy really knew about his lover was his extreme want to protect him, that he was a knight and an outlaw in two different kingdoms. Well, he knew more than that, but those were big points. He wanted to know stupid little facts.


A former knight, dedicated and serious about his duties, hinting at a disciplined and stoic personality. His ability to blush imply that he's fair-skinned. He's also 'stuck up', implying he has an assertive or confident demeanor. Michael's element is fire which denotes his passionate nature. Despite his stern exterior, he shows deep love for Rowan, revealing a softer side of his personality. His patience in building sandcastles with Rowan suggests he's caring and enjoys spending quality time with those he loves.

In the burning sunlight of the summer day the two slowly built more and more of their little sand kingdom, and it seemed the prince of nature was getting the hand of sand castles. Soon there were a few smaller ones and a bigger one that Rowan claimed was their castle, though a small one. It had taken at most an hour to complete the work, but being a paler tan than Michael the boy seemed to be turning a bit pink on his back.

Once it was all done Rowan stood on his feet and stretched his arms above his head with a perky little smile. "It's cute!" He wrapped his arms around him happily and kissed his cheek before pulling away and looking around. "Is there something you really want to do, I've been dragging you all around! I want to know what you like to do," There was so much beach and city to explore that he wanted to know what the other wanted to do. All the boy really knew about his lover was his extreme want to protect him, that he was a knight and an outlaw in two different kingdoms. Well, he knew more than that, but those were big points. He wanted to know stupid little facts.

During the hour it took to complete their sand castle, Michael hadn't turned even the slightest shade of pink. The sun wasn't strong enough; not for a man of his element. Poor Rowan, however, seemed to be absorbing more sunlight than necessary. Not that he had anything to worry about. If he did burn, Michael could take away the sting. That was another perk of his abilities.

Michael returned the hug with one of his own; grinning as Rowan seemed thrilled with their sand structures. "Hmm... well, most of what I enjoy isn't a good environment for a puppy." He admitted. "How about the zoo? We can go tomorrow. Bring Solis, if you'd like." The ex knight suggested, though would be open to other suggestions.


An 18 years old teenage boy with a well-built physique due to his involvement in baseball. He's taller and larger than average. Despite his physical prowess, he exhibits an innocent and slightly naive personality. He's respectful and polite but also easily confused and led by Diane's actions. However, there's a hint of boldness that emerges later on when he takes control of the situation with Diane. This suggests that while initially passive, Reddington has the potential to be assertive when comfortable or motivated.

Reddington was in trouble. With Diane attached to his back, he could feel her huge tits pressing into his back like some heavenly cushion he could sleep on. He was thinking it was a tactic of helping him relax, until he then felt her reach into his pants to body grab a hold of his cock, and chuck his cup behind her. He had a sensation of panic, and it was actually for the cup. It was a custom order, and he'd get no end of shit if he lost it, but other things were in play here, apparently. "Uhhhhh, ma'am? Miss Diane...? Is that...? Should we be... Mom?" The big boy was confused something awful, but there wasn't much that could be done, and the pitcher was already setting up.

"Awww, hell..." he muttered, hunching down some to get into his stance, and right when his lifted leg was about to come down, she gave his cock a stroke, which yanked his follow through like a jolt of electricity. He couldn't even say what happened exactly, because his mind was elsewhere, but the bat connected with the ball and make an unholy crack that spelled certain doom for that poor stitched thing. The outfielders didn't even bother to try and follow it. They would have needed to buy plan tickets. And since the sound attracted practically every other eye there, when it finally did come down to Earth, the cheer for their teammate was something to be seen!

Diane kept her eyes on the other members of the team as much as she did the drive of the baseball after Reddington struck it. She wanted to see their faces after the 'help' she gave the big boy. Would they be mesmerized by how blatant she was with her method of training? Would they drool over how it must feel to have her soft hand on Reddington's big cock? Which would want her to help next? She bit her lip and listened to the crack of the bat. Just as she knew, the ball was driven hard all the way to the outfield. She, too, hoped to be driven hard in the outfield soon. Until then, it was Reddington's turn for a reward.

"Great job!! You did so well, Reddington!" Diane slipped her hand away and swung around the young man, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her. She planted her soft, red lips on his, giving him a big kiss of congratulations. Diane lingered for a long moment, teasingly running her tongue over his lips before pulling away. She smiled up at Reddington, taking him by the hand. "I think you deserve a nice, big reward for how much you've already improved. Call it 'advanced training'." She turned to look over the team with wickedly narrowed eyes. "You boys keep practicing! I'll be done in a moment and see who needs my help most!" She made her way to the dugout, pulling Reddington along behind her swaying hips.

Reddington couldn't believe it... it felt so right. The swing and hit, not the coach holding his cock in her hands. Well it did feel right, but wrong as well, maybe? He wasn't sure. She was older than him, but he could say no... but he didn't want to say no, so did that make it right? He was making his brain smoke just trying to figure out whether or not what had happened was even supposed to, and in the meanwhile, she'd embraced him and gave him a big kiss. when he got a good close look at the valley of creamy white tits the coach had, his mind blessedly turned off. There was no more logic to be had. His cock had taken over the thinking for him.

The tongue on his lips was the final trigger. Suddenly the big boy was hot on the trail of the swaying ass owned by the coach. She wanted to be called Mom. He'd call her whatever she wanted if she could fix his swing and drain his balls. He didn't know any school that would offer that kind of athletic assistance. When she said nice, big reward, he smiled and nodded "I sure do appreciate it, Mom... you fixed my swing like that!" He snapped his fingers for emphasis as he was led "It's only right if I could do something for you, just to show my gratitude and all. I mean, we're gonna get some bombs out there this year!"

Once she was within the shade of the dugout, Diane turned and smiled at her pupil. "I'm glad to hear it, Reddington. It's all up to you—and you definitely have it in you to knock that ball every time! You just need confidence. I know I can help with that." The woman slid onto the bench and patted the wood next to her. "All I need for you to do is take a seat. Mom will do all the work, okay?" She would wait until he'd done as he was told, like a big, dumb puppy god. Once he'd sat, Diane cuddled up close to him, pressing her bust into his side and ducking beneath his arm so it draped over her back.

"Now just sit back and let Mom give you a big shot of confidence, hm?" Diane traced Reddington's jawline with kisses while her hand worked to open up his pants. Her free hand ran through his thick hair behind his head. Once she'd freed his manhood, her lips met his own. Diane began to make out with the boy, sliding her tongue against his sensually. Her fingers wrapped around his girth, stroking him to full erection. She moaned into his mouth once she felt the rush of pumping, hot blood and rock hard stiffness take hold. Diane jerked his cock slowly, but determinedly while they kissed.

Reddington took a seat in the dugout, where he was both on display, and slightly hidden from the rest of the practicing players. He would have normally questioned this a bit more, but he was no longer in control. "Yes Mom" was all he said as he got himself relaxed. He had to trust her at this point... after all, she did something not even the old coach could do... fix his swing! And in order to help him keep that swing in working order, it sounded like she was willing to go the extra inch... well, mile for the guy. "I could use some confidence, yes ma'am!" With his big arm around her, it was like they were having themselves a date in the dugout.

A date with a woman who was as fast as a Ferrari, hands-down! Before he knew it, he was trading spit with the older woman as they moaned into each other. Their hands were everywhere! Hair, breasts, pants, and a particularly fat piece of ass and thigh as she leaned more towards him. He loved every moment of it, especially when she freed his cock out of his pants. He'd let out a sigh of relief as his now naked cock stood up to taste the air around it and grow plump outside of its confides. His tongue was starting to get bold as she stroked his dick while they locked lips. The thick tongue searched out hers, eager to know the taste of such a quality older woman!

"MMmmmm," Diane continued as her mouth became full of Reddington's big, thick tongue. She sucked on it a long while, pushing into his body with the help of his groping hand at her hip and ass. She melted with the feel of a man needing her after so long without. Soon it wasn't enough just to suck on his tongue, however. She pulled away with a smile, kissing along his jaw and neck before breathing hot words into his ear. "Do you like this, Big Reddington? Tell Mom how much you do. Tell me how much you want to fuck me, Reddington..." Her hand stroked him firmly and slowly, painfully so. She licked at his earlobe and nibbled it before she went any further.

Finally Diane ran her kisses down Reddington's chest and over his stomach. She found her way to his huge cock, enjoying how hot and throbbing it was in her hand. "God, you're so big! Mommy wants to suck you all day long." She dove over him, pulling his huge cock head into her mouth with her tongue and sucking the precum from it immediately. She kept up her stroking as her lips stretched over the best and worked their way down an inch at the time. Her body writhed and squirmed against his big thigh.

The motherly slut was all over Reddington, and it was starting to short out whatever moral circuits he had left. His eyes were merely half-lit slits, and he was blushing hard enough to be called big red for anther reason. He was reaching for whole handfuls of her like she was going to disappear on him, and he wanted to get in all he could! When she spoke, he responded as if he were in some lovely trance "It feels so good, mom... I want to cram my cock in you until I feel you spasm... I read about that one day... it sounded fun." He smiled and gasped as she squeezed his cock and drug it down, but it was nothing compared to her bobbing lips.

He was sucked and jerked to an inch of his existence. The young man was trying desperately to hang on but, he was too inexperienced to be able to hold off the offensive she launched, no matter how much he wanted, butt he had an idea. The beefy teen (in more ways than one!) physically pulled her off of him with an audible pop and he shivered before smiling "Hey... I thought I was getting a reward." He said, cupping her needy pussy with his bat—callused hand. "I may not know much, mom, but I know a reward when I see it. We can call it advanced batting practice if you'd like!"


A 39 years old with a voluptuous, alluring figure, characterized by her large breasts and swaying hips. Her age relative to Reddington suggests maturity and experience. She possesses a dominant personality; she's assertive, confident, and isn't afraid to take charge of situations. Her flirtatious and seductive nature are key aspects of her persona, using these traits effectively in her interactions with Reddington. However, there's also a nurturing side to her as seen through the 'motherly' role she adopts during their intimate exchanges. This combination of sensuality and maternal care makes Diane a complex character who knows how to get what she wants while also providing comfort and guidance.

"MMmmmm," Diane continued as her mouth became full of Reddington's big, thick tongue. She sucked on it a long while, pushing into his body with the help of his groping hand at her hip and ass. She melted with the feel of a man needing her after so long without. Soon it wasn't enough just to suck on his tongue, however. She pulled away with a smile, kissing along his jaw and neck before breathing hot words into his ear. "Do you like this, Big Reddington? Tell Mom how much you do. Tell me how much you want to fuck me, Reddington..." Her hand stroked him firmly and slowly, painfully so. She licked at his earlobe and nibbled it before she went any further.

Finally Diane ran her kisses down Reddington's chest and over his stomach. She found her way to his huge cock, enjoying how hot and throbbing it was in her hand. "God, you're so big! Mommy wants to suck you all day long." She dove over him, pulling his huge cock head into her mouth with her tongue and sucking the precum from it immediately. She kept up her stroking as her lips stretched over the best and worked their way down an inch at the time. Her body writhed and squirmed against his big thigh.


A warrior officer in a military camp with a disciplined and authoritative personality. He is quite cold and detached, showing little sympathy or remorse for his captive. Despite this, he exhibits a certain level of care by providing amenities like a proper bed and furniture in his tent. Marcus also is meticulous and habitual, as shown by his careful maintenance of his gear. His attraction to Idaya reveals a lustful side of him that he does not shy away from indulging in.

The legion camp was a work of modern warfare, large tents erected to house the soldiers and supplies comfortably. Obviously, the common soldiers shared tents, yet Marcus was an officer and as such had his own. The large, red tent, fit enough to house a small family should it be required, stood at the center of the camp. He'd sent one of his soldiers to fetch something for him, and he couldn't help but sigh in relief as he stepped inside. The interior was downright cozy, with a proper bed and sparse furniture, rarities in a warcamp. He deposited his load, the still sleeping girl, in the middle of the tent, one of the few places with uncovered ground. Soon enough, the soldier he'd sent on an errand came running, bringing him with what he'd requested.

A metal spike was hammered into the ground, and a chain was attached to it, joined to an iron collar. With the same ease as chaining a dog, Marcus slipped the collar around the girl's throat, before shackling her arms, then finally her legs, together. It wouldn't do for the slippery thing to escape too easily. She was on a short enough leash that she wouldn't be able to reach anything in the tent, yet not so short that she could not stretch her legs. He wasn't a monster, after all.

Taking one last moment to inspect his work, making sure that everything was in order, Marcus began removing his armor and gear, carefully arranging them like he had done many times before. Even without having seen real combat, it was somewhat of a habit for him to do proper maintenance on his gear, and so that is exactly what he was going to do.

The first sign that the girl had begun to awaken was her tail. It was sticky with cum from uselessly trying to keep the flood from exiting her, but not so sticky and heavy that it couldn't begin to swish slowly, back and forth. A trickle of whitish drool escaped her pursed pussy lips, leaving a warm, sticky trail down her thigh. She shuddered, her eyes snapping open. The gentle, sleepy purr she had been making now turned into a harsh growl as she leaped to her feet... or tried to, anyway. With a stunned gasp, her neck snapped against the collar on her. Her green eyes bulged wide for a moment, and she began to thrash.

Unfortunately, her thrashing was hardly enough to clank the shackles together. She bared her teeth as her eyes met the man she thought she had defeated, and she began to twist and turn. "Mraaawr!" She spat at the man as her body writhed uselessly, her flexible body trying every different conformation to no avail. "Let me go, you monster!"

It was a treat to watch her struggle against her bonds, her subtle, naked body writhing in an attempt to free herself. There was no way she could, of course, and her words were just the pointless mewling of a trapped kitten. Marcus stood from where he'd been cleaning his gear, now dressed in a simple tunic, breeches, and boots, looking to his prisoner with an emotionless expression. "Rage all you want," he said finally, taking long steps to bring him to her. A powerful hand took hold of her chin, directing her gaze at him. "You are my pet now, be grateful that I did not slit your throat and leave you for dead. Would a monster have spared your life? I think not."

Her sharp teeth shone as he grabbed his chin. Her eyes stared up defiantly even as warmth and wetness welled up from between her legs, much to her shame. Her body still remembered him, the way he had so thoroughly fucked her and brought her to earth-shattering orgasm. The mark of his cum was still deep inside her, and Idaya wondered if she would ever be cleansed of his male smell. Her eyes narrowed, cat-like, as she tried to pull her face away.

"My sisters will kill you..." she missed, arching her back as her tail stood out straight behind her. "You are a dead man!" The Caittens would never rescue one of their missing, but hopefully, he would not see past her bluff. "You have brought death upon you... release me now!" she added with a howl, starting to struggle and thrash again. Cunt juice spattered where her hips aimed, though only a little for now.

"Hardly," Marcus chuckled, releasing his hold on her to take a step back, "we are in the heart of our camp, even if they attempted a rescue, I doubt even one of them would make it here alive." It was a cold truth, but he did not care much for mincing words. Instead, he walked to the tent opening, grabbing a bucket of water from just outside. With determined steps, he returned to her, placing the bucket and a piece of cloth next to her. "You can wash yourself now, pet, or I can leave you outside. I'm sure the hounds would enjoy taking their pleasure from you all throughout the night."

Idaya's underdeveloped chest moved up and down rapidly as she tried, without success, to think her way out of the issue. Her small body trembled under him, and when he finally released her, she collapsed to the ground, relieved that it was over. Granted, she wasn't happy that she had failed... but at least it was over. Until he returned. She sat back up, a look of despair on her face that changed to an attempt at haughty confidence. When he mentioned the dogs, however, her ears twitched back. While her eyes were full of angry fire, her movements were meek as she began to wet the cloth in the bucket, spreading her legs as wide as she could. "You monsters," she repeated harshly, glaring directly at him.

"Empty words," he replied simply, taking a seat nearby. One hand went to his armor, continuing his cleaning of it. This time, however, it was more of a secondary task, instead focusing on the girl chained to the ground before him. He hadn't had time to properly examine her back in the woods, but now he could, and he did. Curious eyes observed her unashamedly as she washed herself, watching every mode, every twitch, every flick of her ears or tail she made. It was intriguing to him, truly, and he had to admit that her naked form gave him great pleasure as well. Even without whatever pheromones they had used during the attack, he found himself attracted to her young form. A strange discovery, perhaps, but not one he spurned in any way.

Cait Sith were proud, and Caittens even more so. Idaya wasn't afraid to show off her nudity; in fact, she welcomed it. Back in her tribe, her body was a symbol of awe; even grow male Cait Sith shuddered to approach without her permission, for fear of being taken and conquered by her feminine wiles. It appeared human men didn't have the same sort of respect. Still, she haughtily neglected to meet his eyes as she reached down with one hand and spread her lower lips. Her tail swayed regularly as her face contorted with determination. Her pussy pulsed, once, twice... on the third, a small stream of white trailed out. Swiftly, she darted in and scooped it up with the cloth before applying it to the insides of her thighs. Her ears twitched with irritation. To think she had been so close to escape when... what had even happened?

Still, she was confident she could defeat him if given a second chance. And who knows? Maybe he was stupid enough... The cloth slid quickly up her chest and to her face, then back down her back. "You wouldn't even give me a chance to fight for my freedom, I bet," she sniffed haughtily. "If you take off these chains, I bet I could have you cumming into unconsciousness in minutes." She stuck out her tongue. "But I bet you're too afraid to let me try!"

Marcus blinked, staring at her with an unreadable expression for a time. Then he simply chuckled, getting to his feet and walking to stand before her seated form. "So haughty, my pet," he said, kneeling down to her eye-level, "Wasn't that your first time? Ravaged in the middle of the woods like some common animal?" He placed a hand on the side of her head, the other traveling down to caress her soft skin, groping her still wet flesh. It was pleasing to him, feeling her with his hands like this, and he leaned closer to her as his other hand rubbed the base of her feline ear. "Maybe if you're a good pet, I'll remove some of those shackles, give you a chance to try."

Idaya stared boldly into his eyes, her little body tensing when he touched her skin. She leaned into his hand with a coy smile, a low purr rumbling from her body. Her buttocks slid out from under her, instinctively trying to put her tail up in the air when he began to scratch her ear. Her body was tense, taut as she tried to resist natural instincts and fire off a response. "What fun... would that be? I'm better... when I'm bad..." she panted through gritted teeth. "You know... you'd lose. You want to... weaken me first..."

"Maybe," Marcus pondered, reaching up to fluff and rub her ear when he saw the reaction it had caused. "A handicap will have to do for now." His other hand moved to brace her back, tracing back and forth to feel as much of her as possible. It was crazy how much he wanted her, to feel her, to fuck her brains out. There was no real reason to hold back. In the next moment, he closed the distance between them, joining his lips with hers, marveling at how soft they were. The hand by her head moved to push her towards him, slipping his tongue inside her mouth while his other hand moved down to grope her shapely butt. There was an intense hunger in the kiss, like a thirsty man seeking water.

Idaya tumbled forward as her ass began to prop its way up into the air. She shot a frosty glare at Marcus that melted a little when he began to stroke her back. She wiggled her buttocks right before he pulled her in. While Idaya was not an experienced kisser, she knew what to do. Her lips pressed hard against his as she slowly rubbed her soft body against his clothing. Drool dripped out from between their lips as she panted, her buttocks pushing into his hand as he groped them. She pulled her mouth away with a teasing grin. "Handicap? Fine. But... if I do win, you have to let me go. No strings attached. Understood?" she asked, her body still pushing onto his.

How long had it been since Marcus kissed a girl? A long time. Kissed a girl like this? Never. Eagerly, he returned her willingness, pulling her closer by the grasp he had on her rear even as their tongues intertwined in a lustful dance. He almost didn't allow her to part her lips from his, but he decided not to press the issue. "Of course," he said, a feral grin on his face, "though I don't like your chances, pet." Then he was on her, pushing the shackled girl to the ground and into another deeply passionate kiss, his hands groping at her thigh and rubbing her soft ear, respectively. Her range of motions were obviously limited, bound as she was, and Marcus had no reservation playing rough.

She had no choice but to trust him, unfortunately, but she was glad she had gotten the promise, at least, out of it all. Idaya squealed as she was thrown to the ground. Her warm ear twitched under his fingers as she kissed back as fiercely as she could. The tongue, thankfully, was one of her most exercised muscles. She pushed back with it and nibbled his lips where she could, her body humping up and down underneath him suggestively. Wetness and warmth from her slit plastered onto his stomach and lower chest, her buttock firm in his hands. She yanked her mouth away again with a grin.

"You were so rough last time..." she panted. "How about you help a girl out and use my mouth first?" She licked her lips. "I'll get it nice and ready for wherever you want to put it..." It was a risky maneuver, she knew, but in this predicament, Idaya wanted any chances she could get to make him orgasm sooner.

Marcus hummed at that, stopping his groping of her butt and fondling of her ears just long enough to consider her words. Then he pulled away slightly, undoing the bindings of his clothes and throwing away his tunic and breeches easily, leaving him as naked as she was. His muscular body sported an impressive collection of scars, and his large cock was already hard as could be.

"Well, don't mind if I do then, my pet," he practically cooed, positioning himself above her prone form, knees at either side of her, allowing him to place his girth between her nubile breasts with the tip in front of her mouth. "Open wide then," he said, before taking hold on the back of her head and moving his throbbing manhood toward her.

Idaya wiggled her body as seductively as possible, pushing her hips towards him as much as possible while he undressed. It was hard, but the coy smile on her face helped. The smile shrank when he saw his length and girth. To have that go down her throat rough... forget being fucked into unconscious! That would choke her first! Still, she pressed her chest forward bravely as he positioned herself, trying to get her nipples to rub against him. Her mouth opened wide, releasing a quiet purring sound as she braced herself, her tail coming up to press against his right buttock. She was ready... or as ready as she could be, anyway.

Seeing her like that, her mouth wide open to receive him, gave Marcus great pleasure. Her small, damp mouth was such an enticing offer, one he took gladly. With deliberate slowness, he inched his way towards it, the moment the head of his cock touched her incredibly soft lips like a lightning bolt shooting through his body. Groaning at the pleasure, he buried himself inside her waiting mouth, one hand behind her head to brace it for entry. It was difficult, of course; he was barely fit, yet her discomfort was no hindrance to him, and so he began moving back and forth inside her mouth, slowly at first, yet increasing in speed soon enough.

The slow, onward march of his cock made her tremble, waiting for the glistening cocktip to finally enter her. She didn't manage to catch the sudden tension in his legs that would have told her his plan, but she did catch the end result. "GLRRRRRRGHH!" Her green eyes were wide and betrayed as she stared at him. Her hips and legs spasmed up and down as she tried to kick her way away from him, but his weight on her chest had him pinned. Drool spilled out the sides of her mouth, mixed with lichid as her eyes began to tear up. She felt each and every thrust all the way to the back of her head, and, as he brutally fucked her throat, blackness crept in from all sides.

Oddly enough, her slit was glistening wet, and only getting wetter. If Marcus could have looked, he might have seen her cuntlips spread by passion only, revealing pink, wet inner pussyflesh that tensed with each thrust he took, pulsing outwards as if begging for something to violate it.

The groan of pleasure he let out was almost primal, Marcus having begun to violate her mouth with his manhood, enjoying the feeling of filling that wet mouth to the brim, watching her flesh bulge and her eyes turn watery. The hand behind her head was also not just for show, Marcus making good use of it to fuck her mouth. Almost as if on instinct, his other hand crept back behind him, easily finding her tight cunt, and without hesitation, he slipped a couple fingers inside, fingering her and finding great joy in how her underdeveloped pussy reacted to how he fucked her mouth as eagerly as it had been that very hole.


A young feline girl of the Cait Sith race, given her features. She has a small and underdeveloped body with distinct cat-like traits such as a tail and ears, with an exotic and alluring appearance. Despite her captivity, she displays a fiery spirit and defiant attitude, resisting Marcus's control at every turn. She also exhibits cunning by attempting to negotiate her freedom through sexual competition. However, beneath this bravado there's an indication of fear and vulnerability due to her precarious situation.

The legion camp was a work of modern warfare, large tents erected to house the soldiers and supplies comfortably. Obviously, the common soldiers shared tents, yet Marcus was an officer and as such had his own. The large, red tent, fit enough to house a small family should it be required, stood at the center of the camp. He'd sent one of his soldiers to fetch something for him, and he couldn't help but sigh in relief as he stepped inside. The interior was downright cozy, with a proper bed and sparse furniture, rarities in a warcamp. He deposited his load, the still sleeping girl, in the middle of the tent, one of the few places with uncovered ground. Soon enough, the soldier he'd sent on an errand came running, bringing him with what he'd requested.

A metal spike was hammered into the ground, and a chain was attached to it, joined to an iron collar. With the same ease as chaining a dog, Marcus slipped the collar around the girl's throat, before shackling her arms, then finally her legs, together. It wouldn't do for the slippery thing to escape too easily. She was on a short enough leash that she wouldn't be able to reach anything in the tent, yet not so short that she could not stretch her legs. He wasn't a monster, after all.

Taking one last moment to inspect his work, making sure that everything was in order, Marcus began removing his armor and gear, carefully arranging them like he had done many times before. Even without having seen real combat, it was somewhat of a habit for him to do proper maintenance on his gear, and so that is exactly what he was going to do.

The first sign that the girl had begun to awaken was her tail. It was sticky with cum from uselessly trying to keep the flood from exiting her, but not so sticky and heavy that it couldn't begin to swish slowly, back and forth. A trickle of whitish drool escaped her pursed pussy lips, leaving a warm, sticky trail down her thigh. She shuddered, her eyes snapping open. The gentle, sleepy purr she had been making now turned into a harsh growl as she leaped to her feet... or tried to, anyway. With a stunned gasp, her neck snapped against the collar on her. Her green eyes bulged wide for a moment, and she began to thrash.

Unfortunately, her thrashing was hardly enough to clank the shackles together. She bared her teeth as her eyes met the man she thought she had defeated, and she began to twist and turn. "Mraaawr!" She spat at the man as her body writhed uselessly, her flexible body trying every different conformation to no avail. "Let me go, you monster!"

It was a treat to watch her struggle against her bonds, her subtle, naked body writhing in an attempt to free herself. There was no way she could, of course, and her words were just the pointless mewling of a trapped kitten. Marcus stood from where he'd been cleaning his gear, now dressed in a simple tunic, breeches, and boots, looking to his prisoner with an emotionless expression. "Rage all you want," he said finally, taking long steps to bring him to her. A powerful hand took hold of her chin, directing her gaze at him. "You are my pet now, be grateful that I did not slit your throat and leave you for dead. Would a monster have spared your life? I think not."

Her sharp teeth shone as he grabbed his chin. Her eyes stared up defiantly even as warmth and wetness welled up from between her legs, much to her shame. Her body still remembered him, the way he had so thoroughly fucked her and brought her to earth-shattering orgasm. The mark of his cum was still deep inside her, and Idaya wondered if she would ever be cleansed of his male smell. Her eyes narrowed, cat-like, as she tried to pull her face away.

"My sisters will kill you..." she missed, arching her back as her tail stood out straight behind her. "You are a dead man!" The Caittens would never rescue one of their missing, but hopefully, he would not see past her bluff. "You have brought death upon you... release me now!" she added with a howl, starting to struggle and thrash again. Cunt juice spattered where her hips aimed, though only a little for now.

"Hardly," Marcus chuckled, releasing his hold on her to take a step back, "we are in the heart of our camp, even if they attempted a rescue, I doubt even one of them would make it here alive." It was a cold truth, but he did not care much for mincing words. Instead, he walked to the tent opening, grabbing a bucket of water from just outside. With determined steps, he returned to her, placing the bucket and a piece of cloth next to her. "You can wash yourself now, pet, or I can leave you outside. I'm sure the hounds would enjoy taking their pleasure from you all throughout the night."

Idaya's underdeveloped chest moved up and down rapidly as she tried, without success, to think her way out of the issue. Her small body trembled under him, and when he finally released her, she collapsed to the ground, relieved that it was over. Granted, she wasn't happy that she had failed... but at least it was over. Until he returned. She sat back up, a look of despair on her face that changed to an attempt at haughty confidence. When he mentioned the dogs, however, her ears twitched back. While her eyes were full of angry fire, her movements were meek as she began to wet the cloth in the bucket, spreading her legs as wide as she could. "You monsters," she repeated harshly, glaring directly at him.

"Empty words," he replied simply, taking a seat nearby. One hand went to his armor, continuing his cleaning of it. This time, however, it was more of a secondary task, instead focusing on the girl chained to the ground before him. He hadn't had time to properly examine her back in the woods, but now he could, and he did. Curious eyes observed her unashamedly as she washed herself, watching every mode, every twitch, every flick of her ears or tail she made. It was intriguing to him, truly, and he had to admit that her naked form gave him great pleasure as well. Even without whatever pheromones they had used during the attack, he found himself attracted to her young form. A strange discovery, perhaps, but not one he spurned in any way.

Cait Sith were proud, and Caittens even more so. Idaya wasn't afraid to show off her nudity; in fact, she welcomed it. Back in her tribe, her body was a symbol of awe; even grow male Cait Sith shuddered to approach without her permission, for fear of being taken and conquered by her feminine wiles. It appeared human men didn't have the same sort of respect. Still, she haughtily neglected to meet his eyes as she reached down with one hand and spread her lower lips. Her tail swayed regularly as her face contorted with determination. Her pussy pulsed, once, twice... on the third, a small stream of white trailed out. Swiftly, she darted in and scooped it up with the cloth before applying it to the insides of her thighs. Her ears twitched with irritation. To think she had been so close to escape when... what had even happened?

Still, she was confident she could defeat him if given a second chance. And who knows? Maybe he was stupid enough... The cloth slid quickly up her chest and to her face, then back down her back. "You wouldn't even give me a chance to fight for my freedom, I bet," she sniffed haughtily. "If you take off these chains, I bet I could have you cumming into unconsciousness in minutes." She stuck out her tongue. "But I bet you're too afraid to let me try!"

Marcus blinked, staring at her with an unreadable expression for a time. Then he simply chuckled, getting to his feet and walking to stand before her seated form. "So haughty, my pet," he said, kneeling down to her eye-level, "Wasn't that your first time? Ravaged in the middle of the woods like some common animal?" He placed a hand on the side of her head, the other traveling down to caress her soft skin, groping her still wet flesh. It was pleasing to him, feeling her with his hands like this, and he leaned closer to her as his other hand rubbed the base of her feline ear. "Maybe if you're a good pet, I'll remove some of those shackles, give you a chance to try."

Idaya stared boldly into his eyes, her little body tensing when he touched her skin. She leaned into his hand with a coy smile, a low purr rumbling from her body. Her buttocks slid out from under her, instinctively trying to put her tail up in the air when he began to scratch her ear. Her body was tense, taut as she tried to resist natural instincts and fire off a response. "What fun... would that be? I'm better... when I'm bad..." she panted through gritted teeth. "You know... you'd lose. You want to... weaken me first..."

"Maybe," Marcus pondered, reaching up to fluff and rub her ear when he saw the reaction it had caused. "A handicap will have to do for now." His other hand moved to brace her back, tracing back and forth to feel as much of her as possible. It was crazy how much he wanted her, to feel her, to fuck her brains out. There was no real reason to hold back. In the next moment, he closed the distance between them, joining his lips with hers, marveling at how soft they were. The hand by her head moved to push her towards him, slipping his tongue inside her mouth while his other hand moved down to grope her shapely butt. There was an intense hunger in the kiss, like a thirsty man seeking water.

Idaya tumbled forward as her ass began to prop its way up into the air. She shot a frosty glare at Marcus that melted a little when he began to stroke her back. She wiggled her buttocks right before he pulled her in. While Idaya was not an experienced kisser, she knew what to do. Her lips pressed hard against his as she slowly rubbed her soft body against his clothing. Drool dripped out from between their lips as she panted, her buttocks pushing into his hand as he groped them. She pulled her mouth away with a teasing grin. "Handicap? Fine. But... if I do win, you have to let me go. No strings attached. Understood?" she asked, her body still pushing onto his.

How long had it been since Marcus kissed a girl? A long time. Kissed a girl like this? Never. Eagerly, he returned her willingness, pulling her closer by the grasp he had on her rear even as their tongues intertwined in a lustful dance. He almost didn't allow her to part her lips from his, but he decided not to press the issue. "Of course," he said, a feral grin on his face, "though I don't like your chances, pet." Then he was on her, pushing the shackled girl to the ground and into another deeply passionate kiss, his hands groping at her thigh and rubbing her soft ear, respectively. Her range of motions were obviously limited, bound as she was, and Marcus had no reservation playing rough.

She had no choice but to trust him, unfortunately, but she was glad she had gotten the promise, at least, out of it all. Idaya squealed as she was thrown to the ground. Her warm ear twitched under his fingers as she kissed back as fiercely as she could. The tongue, thankfully, was one of her most exercised muscles. She pushed back with it and nibbled his lips where she could, her body humping up and down underneath him suggestively. Wetness and warmth from her slit plastered onto his stomach and lower chest, her buttock firm in his hands. She yanked her mouth away again with a grin.

"You were so rough last time..." she panted. "How about you help a girl out and use my mouth first?" She licked her lips. "I'll get it nice and ready for wherever you want to put it..." It was a risky maneuver, she knew, but in this predicament, Idaya wanted any chances she could get to make him orgasm sooner.

Marcus hummed at that, stopping his groping of her butt and fondling of her ears just long enough to consider her words. Then he pulled away slightly, undoing the bindings of his clothes and throwing away his tunic and breeches easily, leaving him as naked as she was. His muscular body sported an impressive collection of scars, and his large cock was already hard as could be.

"Well, don't mind if I do then, my pet," he practically cooed, positioning himself above her prone form, knees at either side of her, allowing him to place his girth between her nubile breasts with the tip in front of her mouth. "Open wide then," he said, before taking hold on the back of her head and moving his throbbing manhood toward her.

Idaya wiggled her body as seductively as possible, pushing her hips towards him as much as possible while he undressed. It was hard, but the coy smile on her face helped. The smile shrank when he saw his length and girth. To have that go down her throat rough... forget being fucked into unconscious! That would choke her first! Still, she pressed her chest forward bravely as he positioned herself, trying to get her nipples to rub against him. Her mouth opened wide, releasing a quiet purring sound as she braced herself, her tail coming up to press against his right buttock. She was ready... or as ready as she could be, anyway.

Seeing her like that, her mouth wide open to receive him, gave Marcus great pleasure. Her small, damp mouth was such an enticing offer, one he took gladly. With deliberate slowness, he inched his way towards it, the moment the head of his cock touched her incredibly soft lips like a lightning bolt shooting through his body. Groaning at the pleasure, he buried himself inside her waiting mouth, one hand behind her head to brace it for entry. It was difficult, of course; he was barely fit, yet her discomfort was no hindrance to him, and so he began moving back and forth inside her mouth, slowly at first, yet increasing in speed soon enough.

The slow, onward march of his cock made her tremble, waiting for the glistening cocktip to finally enter her. She didn't manage to catch the sudden tension in his legs that would have told her his plan, but she did catch the end result. "GLRRRRRRGHH!" Her green eyes were wide and betrayed as she stared at him. Her hips and legs spasmed up and down as she tried to kick her way away from him, but his weight on her chest had him pinned. Drool spilled out the sides of her mouth, mixed with lichid as her eyes began to tear up. She felt each and every thrust all the way to the back of her head, and, as he brutally fucked her throat, blackness crept in from all sides.

Oddly enough, her slit was glistening wet, and only getting wetter. If Marcus could have looked, he might have seen her cuntlips spread by passion only, revealing pink, wet inner pussyflesh that tensed with each thrust he took, pulsing outwards as if begging for something to violate it.


A woman who, despite having an adventurous spirit, tends to lead a more reserved personal life. She's not typically fashion-forward, often opting for simple attire such as jeans and tank tops. On a personality level, she's initially hesitant about new experiences but also curious and open-minded enough to explore them when prompted. Despite her initial reluctance, Grace shows surprising adaptability and willingness under unique circumstances, hinting at an underlying flexible nature. Her request for control suggests has submissive tendencies and exploring new facets of her sexuality.

"Like a rock," Grace answered as she started on her breakfast. She tried to keep the conversation light, talking about the weather, asking Amy what she had done while she was away, that sort of thing. For a little while, she wanted to pretend that it was just another normal morning and that she wasn't wearing a magic ring that made her a slave to other's whims. Still, every glance at her hand gave her a slight pause. The glow had faded now, and it looked like just another ordinary piece of jewelry. If anyone other than Amy ever discovered what it could do, it had the potential to turn her life into a living hell.

"You know, if it hadn't been for the ring, I don't know if I ever would have kissed you like that. Or..." she trailed off, blushing again. "You know, the rest of it. Still, I'm kind of glad we did. It was... nice." She looked down at her plate, picking over her food while she waited to see how Amy would respond. She didn't want to hurt her feelings, but she didn't want to give her the wrong idea either.

Amy leaned forward on the table looking right at Grace. She seemed to be smiling or giggling to herself as she chewed on the last piece of bacon. It was almost as if she had a secret that only she knew. She swallowed and leaned back to drink her orange juice. "What would you like to do today?" It was almost peculiar how Amy was acting. It was more than just a normal morning. For the first time in months, she had what seemed like a lover and she wanted it to stay that way with Grace.

When the two women were done with their plates, Amy stood up and picked up Grace's plate and added it to her own. She walked back into the kitchen to dump the plates into the sink and start on dishes. As she walked, she made sure to sway her hips a little. She was, after all, still wearing small pajama pants. She didn't check to make sure Grace was even looking. She got started on the dishes. Luckily, nothing was left of the delicious breakfast.

"Do you think we could just stay home and take it easy today?" she asked. She'd typically did all of her adventuring in other countries. When she came home, she led a much more boring life, something she'd been criticized for in the past. She noticed Amy swaying her hips and something stirred in her; the after effects of the 'fuck me' command, perhaps. "You're killing me," she muttered under her breath.

When the dishes were all said and done Amy came up to Grace and gave her a hug. "If you want to relax today then that's fine, we can do that. Just let me know if you need anything." Amy let go of Grace and stretched herself in front of the woman, more of her midriff showing as the tank-top came up. She wrapped her arms around Grace's shoulder and looked right at the woman. "I'm gonna go ahead and take a shower," she said before giving another quick peck on the lips. As she turned away, she looked at Grace as if she was silently telling the woman to come up with her. Amy didn't want to have to say it out loud and force Grace to do it, but it would be nice if her friend was willing to do it on her own. She turned and left Grace with one last look of her swaying ass as she made her way upstairs and into the bathroom.

Grace bit her lip as she watched Amy walk away. It was obvious what she wanted, and the fact that it wasn't in the form of a command made Grace want it too, in a strange way. She got up from the table and went upstairs, stopping just outside of the bathroom. She took a deep breath, steeled her nerves, and stripped off the rest of her nightgown. Then she opened the door and stepped inside. "Amy... I'm ready for you," she said.

Amy had just taken off the thong she had been wearing and was half way in the shower when she heard Grace call. Amy had a smirk on her face as she held up a finger and motioned her to join her. She then stepped inside the shower and the warm water consumed her. She did it, she managed to attract Grace without giving a command. She felt confident that she could have any woman, but she didn't want just any woman, she wanted Grace and now the woman was coming closer to join her in the shower. Amy waited for Grace and she would welcome her friend with a big passionate kiss.

Grace dropped her underwear and stepped out of them before joining Amy in the shower. She was still hesitant and self-conscious without being given a command, crossing her arms over her chest. She planned to let Amy take control, if not with her words, then with her actions. Looking Amy up and down, she bit her lip again. Somehow she had never noticed just how sexy her best friend was.

Amy was happy to see Grace step into the shower with her. She wrapped her arms around Grace's neck and gives her a light passionate kiss. She stared into Grace before succumbing to her own emotions and kissed Grace harder with her tongue swirling about the other's and sucked at the woman's bottom lip. Her hands slowly worked their way down to Grace's lower back before pulling away from her kiss. "I want you Grace. I can't stop thinking about you and I can't see myself being with anyone else ever again."

She turned around towards the glass doors that encaged them in the shower. She stuck her ass out as she let a hand hold Grace behind the neck and guide her towards a pair of wanting lips. She kissed her friend again, this time keeping their lips locked. She guided one of Grace's hands down across her belly, but just above her wet womanhood. She broke the kiss long enough to say, "I want to be treated like one of your lovers. Don't hold back, tell me what to do, it's my first time with a woman. If you need me to do anything, to command anything... just say the word." She let her hand against the back of Grace's neck caress the side of her neck.

As Amy kissed her, Grace gradually grew bolder, kissing her back with just as much passion. She followed her lead, moving to wherever her hands wanted her to. And now that she'd been told, it was easy for Grace to let go of her reservations. "Don't move. And don't say a word. Let me show you how I treat a lover," she whispered. She pushed Amy's hair to the side and kissed her neck and collarbone, sliding her hand between her legs. She started slowly, teasing her clit between her fingers as the water washed over them. Once she felt Amy was ready, she let her fingers slip inside of her, finding her g-spot right away. Her breasts were pressed against Amy's back, rubbing against her and steadying herself with her free hand against the glass.

If Amy wasn't already turned on by the whole situation she would have been right then and there when she heard Grace give her own commands. She let out a quiet moan as she felt Grace's lips press against her neck. It was going to be hard not to say a word, but if Grace had to obey every command, then she would try her best to make things even. A hand went down between her legs and Amy's hand followed, but she let Grace do all the work. She bit her lower lip whens he felt the water lubricate those fingers as they rubbed against her slit, but when the fingers entered hitting her sensitive spot, she moaned in surprise and pleasure. "Right there... right..." but Amy shut herself up remembering Grace's own command. She could feel Grace's breasts pressing against her back. Her own breasts were pressing against the glass. Her moans were fogging up the glass as Grace continued to stimulate her wet pussy.

Grace let her other hand move down between Amy's legs, rubbing her clit while she fingered her. Their bodies pressed together as the steam rose around them. Grace's breath was hot against Amy's neck as she grew more and more excited. A small part of her was starting to miss her cock, but she knew she didn't need it to please her new lover. Fingering her faster, she curled her fingers up inside of her pussy. "Cum for me, baby," she whispered.

Amy moaned out from her lover's request. With Grace stimulating her clit, there was no way she would be able to keep it in any longer. She felt her body spasm as she came all over Grace's fingers. Her fingers clasped over Grace's hand to prevent her from pleasuring her sensitive area any longer. She was panting in the shower, the hot air not providing much as steam rose all around them. "So this is what your lovers feel. You are so amazing," Amy said. She turned around and faced Grace. "Tell me what you need, my Grace, so I can satisfy you."

Suddenly, Grace knew what she wanted more than anything. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. Once Amy stepped out, she wrapped her arms around her and kissed her fiercely. Even after they parted lips, she didn't let her go. "I want you to order me," she blurted out, before she had a chance to change her mind. "Take control of me. Make me yours, please. I need it more than I've ever needed anything else in my life."

Amy was shocked by Grace's request. She wanted to be controlled? The very thought of Grace being controlled by anyone was appalling. She always saw Grace as the strong type who didn't take anything from anyone. She was, in all terms, a free spirit who went where her passions carried her. Still, Amy was glad to hear the truth from Grace, even if she was forced to tell her. "Fine, you want to be controlled, then dry yourself off and put some clothes, we're going shopping."

Amy dried herself off and put on some clothes, brown shorts and a green shirt. Her shirt was just small enough to expose some of her tummy whenever she moved about and certainly when she bent over. By the time Grace was done, she was ready to go. She told Grace to get in the car and off they went. Amy took her to a lingerie store. Before going in, Amy said, "Yesterday you bought me a dress, today I buy you some cute panties. You may pick whatever you want." Amy knew the ring might cause Grace to go crazy with the shopping, but Amy knew Grace could use something new and have fun doing it.

As soon as Amy spoke, the magic of the ring took effect, compelling Grace to do whatever she was told. She got dressed in a pair of tight, fitted jeans and a blue tank top. Amy had always teased her about not having any sort of fashion sense, and she wondered if her friend intended to fix that today. When they arrived at the store, Grace nodded as she heard her instructions. The ring barely felt warm now, perhaps sensing that she was more willing than before. Either way, it still forced her out of the car and into the store to look for something she liked. She was looking around for a while before a pair of panties caught her eye, and her first thought was that she would never buy something like that for herself, but before she knew it she had picked them up and was showing them to Amy. "I want these," she said, blushing.

Amy smiled as Grace came up with a pair of panties. If Amy had to be honest with herself she thought they were very kinky. "Very well, my Grace, you will have what you want." Amy took the pair of panties to the register and paid for it there. When they got back later, she would be sure to have Grace put them on. When they were done at the store, they got back in the car and Amy started driving. She wasn't quite done yet, there was still one more place she wanted to go. It was an adult toy store. Amy didn't have any toys, she always relied on her partners to stimulate her and was never into masturbation. With Grace, there was a whole new world of possibilities. She didn't give Grace any commands, she simply walked around and browsed at what toys would be interesting to try out. The clerk at least noticed the pair and smiled to herself trying not to seem noticeable.

Grace blushed as she followed Amy through the store. She glanced at a few items, but none for too long, and she certainly didn't move to pick anything up. The couple of sex toy purchases she'd made in her life had been online specifically so that she could avoid places like this, and even then she'd only bought the simplest of vibrators. Still, she couldn't help but be a little curious about what Amy had in mind. It wasn't until she noticed the clerk looking their way that she said anything. Leaning close to Amy, she whispered in her ear. "I think that woman is staring at us," she said.

Amy smiled as she took a peek at the clerk who just looked away. "Well, maybe she thinks we're a cute couple. Why don't you go ask why she's staring," Amy said with a giggle. She temporarily forgot about the curse when she made her request. Still, it would give her a little bit of time to browse the store. For sure, she was going to buy simple things, a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, some massaging lubricants, even a vibrator, although the one she had picked out was rather complicated. It not only vibrated, but it seemed like the inside rotated providing extra stimulation. It also had a little tail coming out for extra pleasure. In hand, Amy also took a double sided dildo and a pair of vibrating panties, for Grace to wear on their nights out. Amy also contemplated a strap-on. With Grace's consent she could always command her to grow another dick, but what if Grace wanted the same pleasure too? Amy thought she could use the double sided dildo for the same effect and took the rest of her items to the register.

While Amy shopped around, Grace went straight to the clerk and addressed her directly. "You've been staring at us since we came in. Why?" she asked. It came out ruder than she would have wanted it to, but she was bound to the letter of the order, whether the person giving it meant it that way or not. But her bluntness must have caught the woman off guard, because she could only stutter and give a flustered apology in response.

"I'm really sorry," she said, worried she had offended them. "I shouldn't be so rude. I was just thinking that you have a really sexy girlfriend."

Grace smiled shyly. She hadn't thought to call Amy that, but after what they talked about, she kind of was. If anything, the word girlfriend wasn't strong enough. "It's okay. And I'm sorry I snapped at you," she said. She blushed and leaned in closer to the clerk. "She is pretty sexy," she added softly.

Once she realized Grace wasn't upset, the woman began to smile again. "You're pretty sexy yourself," she said flirtatiously. "In fact, you should put on a show for us. It would be good for business." That was all it took. By the time Amy made it to the register, Grace's shirt was on the floor, her pants and underwear were around her ankles, her fingers were in her pussy, and the clerk's jaw was on the floor.