A muscular woman with an imposing physique, honed from years of physical training. Her attire typically consists of brown shorts and boots, hinting at her adventurous spirit. She has large, well-rounded breasts which are revealed during the course of the story. Despite enduring physical harm, she showcases a fiery determination and resilience. This is complemented by her fierce independence and combat skills. In addition to being a formidable fighter, Julia also exhibits masochistic tendencies as she derives pleasure from pain during fights. Her rage-filled eyes reflect her relentless pursuit for justice against those who wrong her.

Julia faced the last beast, but was surprised to see several tentacles come out of the water right next to her. Apparently this beast had the ability to bring out these long things towards its target. Frowning, she wasn't sure how to assault all of them at once. They struck first, and quickly went for her arms, wrapping themselves around her arms and opening small mouths, striking with sharp tooth. Julia winced as they bruised and cut her skin, but she quickly brought her arms high in the air, forcing the tentacles to let go, and as soon as they did, she grabbed both of them in her hands and squeezed, using all her strength, her arm muscles bulging under the pressure. The two tentacles then dropped to the floor, lifeless.

But as she had been busy with these two, the others had also attacked. Four of them were on her side and back, and then attacked at her hip level. First, they encountered her brown shorts, wet but still in one piece. As they used their mouths against it however, that didn't last long. Her shorts were completely ripped apart, shredded into pieces, slowly revealing more and more skin, until the whole thing dropped to the ground, leaving her with nothing but white panties. As they went to attack that however, Julia had gotten rid of the first 2 and then proceeded to do the same to these as well. She punched the tentacles away from her, then grabbed them one at a time, squeezing them, and throwing them against the wall.

Looking around, she could swear that she had seen 2 more but they weren't visible anymore. As she started walking in the direction of the beast, the last two tentacles wrapped around her boots and made her trip. As she fell on her side into the water, they went straight for her chest. Going through her already shredded top took no time, and soon her large, well rounded breasts were revealed. She managed to grab one of them and keep it from going further, but the other bit straight at one of her nipple. Julia screamed in pain as blood started dripping from it, and grabbed the last one, throwing it against the wall as well.

With all of the beast's defenses gone, Julia stood back up, naked except for her panties and boots, her skin bruises at several places and a shredded nipple, and she rushed at the beast, dispatching it easily. Next, she looked around and tried to find who was responsible for these hideous creatures. That's when she saw him through the glass of his viewing room. She squinted her eyes, pure rage visible on her face.

"You fucker... I'm gonna destroy you!" Spotting a door leading out of the pit, she charged at it.

Spence's eyes grew in fear as he watched the explorer finish off his last monster. Once he saw her run for the only exit and quickly ran over and slammed his fist down on a button the shut the door in her face. Now that she was trapped again he walked back over to his desk and picked up the handgun and walked out onto a catwalk that overlooked the pit. "You think you're so clever don't you? You think that just because you killed three of my creations that you're free to go. Think again bitch! This is my home, my kingdom. Here I make the rules, I decide who lives, down here I am god!" he yelled as he aimed the handgun at her.

He had never fired a gun before in his life so his hand was shaking, his nervousness and hesitation would be painfully obvious from where she was. He squeezed the trigger only to miss, the bullet hitting the water three feet in front of her. Once he got a quick feel for how it felt he quickly pulled the trigger again and again until the magazine was empty, having missed every shot.

Julia was surprised at the reaction from this apparent scientist. These were his creations? His beasts? What kind of sick individual was this! Her thoughts were cut short however when he started shooting. She didn't have much room to hide, and she tried her best to duck down, but fortunately he was obviously pretty bad with weapons.

As soon as he was done shooting, she spotted a pipe going down on one of the wall, and going near the walkway he was standing on. This wouldn't prove too difficult for her trained body, so she charged forward and jumped on the pipe, then climbed up towards him. As she did, she looked at him with angry eyes. "Just wait until I get to you, asshole!"

Spence watched as she ran towards the pipe and started climbing up towards him. He threw the gun down at her only for it to hit the pipe just above her head and bounce off into the water. Seeing that he was out of options he turned and ran back into his office. He looked around for a way out but his labs were on the other side across the catwalk and he couldn't turn back at this point. Seeing that he was trapped, he turned and waited for his should be prisoner to arrive, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anger.

As Julia came into the room, she looked nothing like she had when she originally entered the temple. She was completely naked saved for dirty panties and her pair of boots, she was soaking wet, bruised at multiple places including a shredded, bleeding nipple, and breathing hard, looking exhausted. But she also seemed terrifying, with fire in her eyes, anger on her face, her hands into fists. She had gone through the hardest trial of her life, but through it all, Julia also hid a secret. Challenging fights turned her on, and this one had been extremely challenging so far. Her pussy was wet, and her nipples were erect, as the incredible pain she had gone through so far had mixed into the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.

But now, she had her target cornered, and it was time to make him pay. He didn't look that scary or menacing, which actually disappointed her, wanting a more challenging prey, kind of like a final boss in an game encounter. Instead he looked like a scientist, and was probably the one who invented those creatures. She slowly advanced towards him, squinting her eyes.

"Now you're mine, asshole. I have to say, this was a very stimulating experiment you ran there. I had a lot of fun even. But you tried to kill me, so I'm gonna have to do the same to you. Only, first I'm going to pound you to the ground, and beat you up so badly you won't be recognizable. Then I'll kill you."

Spence's eyes moved up and down her body as she stood before him. Despite his current situation he couldn't help but take advantage of the fact that she was almost completely naked. While his life did have its odd perks, women sadly weren't one of them. While she spoke he could feel his cock slowly begin to harden. "I won't go so easily." he said before charging at her.

He swung his fist to hit her in the face, the pain shooting through his hand stopping him in his tracks. His teeth clenched as he tightly gripped his knuckles and backed away. He had never been one for physical encounters so the pain from hitting her was definitely a new experience. He knew that he had only pissed her off even further and slowly backed away.

Julia stopped her advance for a moment as he suddenly went towards her, but then he apparently cramped up and stopped in his tracks. It was pathetic to see and all she could do was shake her head. She resumed her walking towards him and quickly reached him, having now pinned him against the back wall. Even though she was a girl, her muscular build and angry expression made her loom over him.

She brought a hand into a fist, and without losing any time, went straight for his chest, hoping to give him a strong, powerful punch right into him, hopefully forcing the air out of his lungs. As she did, she unconsciously brought her other hand to her panties, slipping it inside and starting to caress herself just as she was starting her beat up. It was clear that the fight was highly arousing to her. "Now it's time for you to suffer!"


A man who appears to be more of a scientist than a warrior, suggesting an intellectual disposition. He lacks physical strength or combat skills, as evident from his failed attempt at assaulting Julia. His personality comes across as arrogant and cruel, given his creation of monstrous beasts and trapping others for his amusement. However, this bravado masks underlying fear and cowardice when confronted directly. Despite the threat he faces, he still displays signs of sexual attraction towards Julia, indicating a perverse streak in his character.

Spence's eyes moved up and down her body as she stood before him. Despite his current situation he couldn't help but take advantage of the fact that she was almost completely naked. While his life did have its odd perks, women sadly weren't one of them. While she spoke he could feel his cock slowly begin to harden. "I won't go so easily." he said before charging at her.

He swung his fist to hit her in the face, the pain shooting through his hand stopping him in his tracks. His teeth clenched as he tightly gripped his knuckles and backed away. He had never been one for physical encounters so the pain from hitting her was definitely a new experience. He knew that he had only pissed her off even further and slowly backed away.


A determined and strong-willed woman, given her occupation as a vampire huntress and her decision to confront a mysterious man. She is also defiant, as evidenced by her resistance against Raith's control and insistence on keeping her mother's gun. She is an attractive woman since she catches Raith's attention.

Once again Rose had very heated dreams, but this time even more heated, and perplexing. Once again it was the man from the cathedral, but this time more detailed, he was doing lewd things to her, images of skin on skin, flushed cheeks, his mouth on her throat, drinking... She awoke with a start the next morning, looking down and blushing. She'd have sworn she fell asleep at the desk, and clothed... Thankfully it was a weekend and she only had one thing on her mind. Gathering her thoughts, she took a shower and changed into a pink blouse and white shorts. She knew she would have to go more prepared this time, hoping maybe he was the only one there this time.

It took her a good half an hour to reach that part of town, but this time when she did she kept her hunter's badge on display, hoping it would dissuade anyone who might want to try anything. The sun was setting as she followed the same path she'd taken previously, she'd made sure to take more than just her gun this time, a bandolier of blessed wooden daggers under her blouse and a grenade of gaseous holy mist strapped to her thigh. Rose walked into the cathedral with confidence this time. Thankful that it seemed mostly empty. She looked up into the rafters knowing the pureblood could see her. She spoke loudly. "Who are you? Why do I know your face, and why do you keep invading my dreams-?"

Raith just shook his head. The poor deluded girl had visions of grandeur but they would not let her win this conflict. Before a word was spoken, she again felt her self floating in air. This time instead of forcing her to choke her self she found her own hands removing her clothing and weapons and dropping them on the floor . First the gaseous holy mist was dropped and then the daggers from under her blouse and then her gun. then her hands began to remove her skirt and blouse and after that her matching bra and panties before she was again lifted, totally naked into the rafters, where Raith waited. "Now I will show you the source of your dreams. They are not dreams, they are reality."

He forced her legs wide apart and began to lap at her slit and invade deep within her extracting the precious fluid. This time he levitated a bowl to catch what ever might spill from her in her excitement. He interrupted his feeding to help her understand. "Your blood is type AB negative, the nectar of the Vampire gods, but once taken it is gone with the life of the victim, your vaginal fluids contain the same protein and are nearly as delicious and addicting. Those however I can take again again and do you no harm. It pleases me to do so, and now that you have broken our law and my directive, I shall keep you hear for my pleasure. You might have lived free except for my visits if you had not gotten nosy again."

Rose tried her hardest to resist his influence on his mind but to no avail, she slowly removed her own clothing, dropping each and every weapon to the ground before stripping off the rest of her clothing. "W-what are you doing!? I just came to find out what you have to do with my past!?" With that she was lifted into the rafters and couldn't help but move according to his wishes.

As she felt her legs forced apart she began to protest. "S-stop I'll have you killed- Ah-" She couldn't help but moan a bit at his tongue invading her. Her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and resistance. "This is not in accordance with the law, I'm a vampire huntress, the headmaster will have your head! You can't just keep me here!" She didn't quite understand, she'd never heard of sexual fluids being satisfying to a vampire before.

"Possession is nine tenths of the law, and at the moment you are mine. You walked in here uninvited and unauthorized by your own organization and without even probable cause, and you have the Gaul to shove a law book in my face. I think not. You are my little fountain of joy juice and I am not letting you go." with that said he became more aggressive.

He produced a silicone rubber vibrator. "I believe in your world this is a pocket rocket, and is well known to make your vagina leak. I intend to test that theory. I want to see if you can fill this bowl. Just how much nectar can you produce? Hmmmm???" he switched on the vibrator and slipped it deep inside her and simply sat back and waited. "I have plenty of time."

"The probable cause is that I had a theory you were invading my personal space! This space is technically public property, and you are also in a condemned space, so technically neither of us are supposed to be here!" As he pulled out the vibrator she gasped. "W-what are you-" As he explained she went cold. "W-wait I'm a virgin- you ca-" She gasped as the vibrator was slipped inside of her, moans escaping her mouth. Her womanhood began to leak quite a bit, her gasps and protests filling the room. "Please- stop- I can't take it!"

As her juices flowed freely and dripped into the bowl Raith was delighted. "You cant take it? What do you mean? You will take it." When he had let her secrete for about 20 minutes he had a cup full and removed the vibrator. "Do you want to go home?" he asked. "You will need to make me a promise. You must promise to come for a milking every night at 7pm for 20 minutes and bring no weapons. Do we have a deal? Remember I can get you back whenever I want. Its just easier this way. "

Rose writhed in pleasure for a while before he took it out of her and she plopped to the ground covering herself with her arms and sniffling. When he asked if she wanted to go home though Rose was honestly surprised, though the next part made her feel a little sick. "Why-? What obligation to I have? You're not even doing this for sex!? I'd almost rather you take my blood." She glared at him. "Isn't there some more willing human woman you could find, some lusty whore or something who would go absolutely nuts for this kind of thing?"

"You are not a sex object to me, You are a cow, a cow that gives very valuable milk. only one in 100 humans have your blood type, and only one in 200 females. So no there is not a ready replacement for you, and you are obligated simply because you have no choice. If you want to go home at all you must report to be milked daily. There will be no more discussion. If I must come and get you, you will never go home again. It is simple. Don't be foolish about this. You will grow accustomed to it. It is pleasurable after all. That much was quite evident." Raith carefully collected and bottled the nectar and then let her down to the floor. "Do not attempt to take the weapons they will stay here!"

"Having a man masturbate me with a vibrator is not pleasurable at all... I can't help how my body reacts when you shove a rubber dildo up there." Rose glared at him once again. As she was let down to the floor, Rose collected her clothes and put them on. She looked at the weapons on the floor, and picked up the gun, she slid out the clip and poured the remaining bullets out onto the floor, wincing a bit at the sound they made against the stone. She looked up at him defiantly. "This belonged to my mother, Marietta Cullen, It's all I have left of my parents, so if you wanna keep it you'll have to kill me." With that she slipped the gun into its holster and walked out. Grabbing the next bus home.


A powerful and manipulative vampire who takes pleasure in controlling others. He demonstrates his dominance by using his supernatural abilities to force Rose into submission. His intentions are primarily driven by the desire to consume the valuable protein found in her fluids, rather than seeking sexual gratification. He has an alluring presence since he appears in Rose's dreams and captivates her attention.

"You are not a sex object to me, You are a cow, a cow that gives very valuable milk. only one in 100 humans have your blood type, and only one in 200 females. So no there is not a ready replacement for you, and you are obligated simply because you have no choice. If you want to go home at all you must report to be milked daily. There will be no more discussion. If I must come and get you, you will never go home again. It is simple. Don't be foolish about this. You will grow accustomed to it. It is pleasurable after all. That much was quite evident." Raith carefully collected and bottled the nectar and then let her down to the floor. "Do not attempt to take the weapons they will stay here!"


A 22 years old demoness with an attractive appearance, characterized by her gray-blue eyes and a body that Edward finds desirable. She's more submissive in nature, often caught in situations where she feels trapped or dominated. Despite this, she exhibits flashes of defiance and irritation, indicating a strong will beneath her compliant exterior. Her ability to feel guilt suggests a level of empathy not shared by Edward, making her more emotionally vulnerable.

Hesitantly Lyra took the cloth and wiped her lips and chin, blinking at the sight of the blood. Before answering him, she looked at the man on the floor. The front of his throat was covered in blood. Had she really done all that? That big hole in his throat. Lyra swallowed hard, slowly looking back up at Edward. His form still straddling her. "No. It wasn't." Lyra lied. Hoping she would never have to do that again. The thought made her queasy.

She cleaned her face and Edward grinned that smirk for it. He saw where her gaze trailed and he's chuckling something dark and quiet, only pleased and hoping that she was feeling guilt. Let her feel bad about it. "Really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in slight disbelief. Higher demons, like he, were unable to lie. It was one of the downfalls of being a demon. They could squirt the truth, but not outright lie. Lower demons, however, didn't have the same restriction. "Well then that's a shame, isn't it? And he was so scared. Shame that his death did no good for anyone." He said with that dark grin, again trying to make her feel guilty. Yet despite his words, he leaned forward, placing a surprisingly gentle kiss on one of the cheeks.

The young woman grimaced as she felt him kiss her upon the cheek. She let out a heavy sigh, squirming underneath of him. Her body feeling stiff. "Let me up... please..." She muttered, her tone irritated. The last thing Lyra wanted was to talk about the dead human male lying on the floor anymore. She felt guilty enough without adding more to it.

"I don't think so," Edward said smoothly, and just to make her uncomfortable, he grinded his hips against hers with a dark laugh. "I want to keep talking about this." He said with that dark cheer, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips lightly to her ear while he gently strokes her cheek with the back of one hand slowly. "Tell me more about how he tasted. Did you like it more than mine?" He asks it with that dark cheer, but the question hung in the air.

To say the least, she was trapped. Lyra knew what he was doing. She wished he would send his body to the demon realm already. Her heart was pounding away in her ears loudly. "I didn't like either okay?" She growled, looking up at him with pleading gray blue eyes. Her body tensing as he caressed her.

Edward pulled away to look at her, an annoyed expression on his face. "I don't like lies, Lyra." He warned. "Tell me the truth. And... keep in mind that i keep you fed and alive, darling. If you don't like my blood... why should i let you have any of it? Why shouldn't I let you starve?" He asked, meeting those pleading blue eyes with his own cold blue ones.

In fact, Lyra would rather starve. In truth, she had liked both. The human blood, and his blood. But it was clear that she could only consume demon blood. Why was he so morbidly interested? "Let... let me up." She growled, her eyes once more flaring red.

Edward lost his patience again, all at once. "I got you a present, darling. Tell me if you like it." He said, his voice deadly calm as he summoned a wicked looking black blade to his hand that he then moved to try plunge into her side, holding it there with one hand if he succeeded. He doesn't look pleased as he stared down at her. "No. I don't think i will be letting you up." And he's grinding his hips down into hers again, a wicked grin coming to his face as he did that. "Hm. That could be fun, right, darling?" He asked, still holding that blade into her side. She would heal fast, which was good. She would be no use to him if she were easy to kill.

The young demoness watched as the dagger was summoned. Before Lyra could react, the dagger was plunged into her right side, all the way to the hilt. A loud, shaking growl escaped deep from her throat, her chest heaving as dark red demon blood oozed from the wound. She wouldn't die. But it would be very painful. It burned like a white-hot iron. Her heart beating like a mad drummer trying to leap from her chest. What... what in the world? She swallowed hard, her face locked in a grimace. Her skin pale as her blood continued to stain her clothing. Edward still straddling her lap with his own. His body much heavier and muscular compared to hers.

"Why?" She asked weakly, knowing it was a rather stupid question to be asking him.

"Because it's valentine's day, sweetheart. And I'll have no one else as mine but you." For right now, anyways. In the future, maybe things would change, who knows. Edward was not sure if that answered her question of 'why', but he didn't care. His mind had fallen into the gutter and he wants so much more, now, and his eyes will skim over her needily, seemingly not even noticing the hand still holding the dagger into her side, or the blood.

"In fact, this is a holiday where people express love." He said simply, and he moved to grab the collar of her shirt with his free hand and all at once he'd push off of her, trying to pull her up off the kitchen chair only for him to them try to toss her ungracefully to the floor, leaving the dagger in her side for now. Once she hit the floor he'd move to try descend on top of her, to straddle her while she lay on the floor this time. "Let's have some Valentine's day fun." He suggested with a dark laugh, grinding his hips slowly against hers.

The pain was white hot. There was an audible whimper as Lyra was tossed to the floor with a hard thump. Blood continued to ooze from the blade in her side. Demons couldn't die, but they could suffer as she was. Just as she was attempting to remove the blade, she found herself once straddled by Edward. Valentine's day fun? Lyra panted, her face locked in a grimace as she felt Edward begin to grind his hips against hers.

Edward, of course, was having a great time. He was going to satisfy every desire he had with Lyra—he was just so glad that he'd found her. She was beautiful and submissive and all his. Only his. He looked down at her hungrily as she lay under him, not minding the blood or her pale complexion. Instead, he moved to yank the dagger out of her side all at once, and he'd touch her blood with a finger that he then moved to paint Lyra's lips a bit, with her own blood, before he's shoving his fingers in her mouth as he grinds his hips down against her again, wanting her to taste her own blood.

He's getting frustrated by the clothes that were currently separating him from what he wanted, so with that dagger in his free hand, he moved to carefully slip the tip between her flesh and her shirt, moving to try cut her shirt off slowly, his eyes hungrily trailing up the exposed flesh as he cut away more and more. "This is going to be a lot of fun, darling. For me, at least." He promised, licking his lips as he finished cutting away her shirt, unless she struggled.

There was an audible growl of pain as the blade was removed from Lyra's side. The blade eagerly and easily cut away her clothing, and soon her upper body was naked. Her breasts exposed. Lyra squirmed, her side burning from the blade that had been stabbed inside of her. It had stopped bleeding now at least. Her bloody shirt cut to ribbons and tossed to the tiled floor of the kitchen.


A physically imposing figure, muscular and dominant, with cold blue eyes that reflect his harsh and unyielding nature. His personality is dark, manipulative, and sadistic; he takes pleasure in tormenting others both physically and psychologically. He has a possessive streak, viewing Lyra as his own property to be marked and controlled. Despite his cruel demeanor, he exhibits a twisted sense of humor and finds enjoyment in the suffering of others.

There was an audible growl of pain as the blade was removed from Lyra's side. The blade eagerly and easily cut away her clothing, and soon her upper body was naked. Her breasts exposed. Lyra squirmed, her side burning from the blade that had been stabbed inside of her. It had stopped bleeding now at least. Her bloody shirt cut to ribbons and tossed to the tiled floor of the kitchen.

Once Edward had cut away her shirt, he was moving a hand to push her head to the side and hold her head down to the ground while he lowered his mouth to one of her breasts, taking it in his mouth as he sucked on it, occasionally giving it a little bite that was meant to only hurt a little. With his other hand he's moving to start undoing his own pants, a dark chuckle rumbling in his throat around her breast. He moved to take her nipple in between two teeth and say "Mine," though a little muffled, and then he's moving to shove more of her breast in his mouth, and he's sucking harder this time, intending on giving her a hicky on her breast, to mark her as his. He's completely forgotten that she was injured and bleeding now, his mind definitely on other things right now.


An older man, in his mid-to-late twenties. He's physically larger than Jason, towering over him even when seated, suggesting a tall and imposing stature. His personality is marked by guilt and anxiety, indicating a deeply introspective and self-aware nature. Despite this self-awareness, he struggles with controlling his emotions and actions, hinting at internal conflict and potential impulsivity. Alexander shows care towards Jason through his offers of comfort and assistance, suggesting an underlying protective streak. However, the guilt from his past actions has left him emotionally distraught to the point of crying openly; this vulnerability indicates a capacity for deep emotional expression.

Alexander stirred and awoke with a groan when Jason pulled away from him, and he had to take a few seconds to gather his bearings and remember the day that had elapsed. His own head hurt slightly from the mild case of alcohol poisoning he had given himself earlier, but he paid the pain no mind as he inched over to Jason's side of the bed and sat up behind him. Even sitting down he towered ever so slightly over Jason, and his hands went to massage Jason's shoulders and neck before he leaned in close to his younger brother. Alexander's stomach churned from guilt and anxiety, as a million questions arose in his mind; How would his brother feel about him after what he had done? Did he want him to leave? Should he leave?

These questions and many more made a weight form in his gut that made him feel like his stomach was knotted, and his heart started to race with the rising anxiety he felt in his body. Alexander's voice was meek and fearful of how his brother would respond, as he asked Jason a simple question that was by far the tamest one in his mind, "Can I hold you?"

The Xanax usually stayed in his system for quite awhile, especially because he didn't have to take it often. He was awake, but sluggish and so very calm. When his brother touched him, he flinched.

"I hurt..." was his answer. With a sigh and a wince, and his hand on the nightstand, Jason got himself up. His legs hurt, his head hurt, his stomach hurt. He should have eaten before taking his pill. He felt like he'd throw up.

He was gone for ten, fifteen minutes, limping to the kitchen to find a quick snack of a granola bar or a banana, and then he was able to take the next round of anti-inflammatories. If Alexander didn't get up by then, Jason did return to his big brother's room, sitting down on the edge of the bed. It'd feel good to be held.

When Jason walked away Alexander could only lay down with his head in his hands, as he thought about what he had done and what he could ever possibly do to heal some of the damage he had already done. Part of him wondered if perhaps he was dragging his brother down to his level with how forceful and aggressive he had been in his seduction of Jason. He wondered if Jason was just dependent on his presence, and he didn't actually love him. How could his brother love him after what he done?

When Jason walked back to the edge of the bed Alexander sat up behind Jason and cautiously put his arms around his brother in a hesitant embrace. He voice was as soft as the whistling wind when he spoke to Jason, "Is there anything you want me to get you? I can get cleaned and go to the store if you need anything."

With Alexander's arms around him, Jason fell like a sack of bricks, fwumping into the blankets while wrapped up in his brother's embrace. He was facing the other way, finding comfort both in their touching and in not having to meet his eyes.

He shook his head. "I'm just... tired. I took stuff to make it feel better, so it won't hurt. I'm just tired..." he could fall asleep again so easily. It was easy to hide in the blankets that way, too—not having to acknowledge anything or figure shit out.

Alexander spoke in reply while he slipped neatly under the blankets with Jason to wrap them both under its comfortable warmth, "Okay. Just tell me if you want me to go get you anything or... if you want me to just go away in general." The elder brother pulled Jason closer, and he snuggled to press his chest against Jason's back and his face into Jason's hair. He breathed deeply to take in the wonderful scent of his brother among all the other scents in the room that threatened to make him feel ill. This small comfort did little to quell the anxiety he felt internally, but it did make him feel ever so slightly more comfortable even if he couldn't bring himself to fully relax. How could he relax when last he had dropped his guard and let his emotions take over it had ended so disastrously for the both of them?

It still sickened Alexander to his core that he had been so absentmindedly lustful that he would ever hurt anyone in such a manner as he had been hurt let alone having hurt his own brother. Alexander had never been so overcome by feelings like he felt when he was with Jason, and it baffled him that he could be so at a loss for his own self-control that he would put Jason through so much pain. What made Alexander's stomach churn with guilt even more was when he could feel his dick go hard again against the back of Jason's thighs even despite how ashamed he felt, but he supposed it made sense. He had never actually climaxed earlier, and his body was almost certainly just as frustrated as he was though for far different reasons.

Alexander heaved a heavy sigh, as he leaned over and kissed affectionately along Jason's neck before resting his cheek back into his hair and speaking softly, "Would you be okay with being on hold when it comes to sexy times for a bit until I get my headspace sorted out?"

Hold off on 'sexy times'? It came out so tactlessly. Of course he wanted to abstain, he'd just been sexually assaulted. Jason cringed and held a grimace as he answered, "Jesus Christ, of course, yeah. That's... fine, it's fine." He held off on adding anything about Alexander raping him again and just released an unsteady exhale.

Maybe some time far in the future he'd be able to ask Alexander if he wanted to elaborate on his own assault, but it wouldn't be now, and probably nowhere soon. The brotherly part, and the boyfriend part, everything that cared, wanted to help his brother voice those things, but the traumatized, angry part understandably couldn't even begin to fathom it with anything other than disdain.

Something sour tried to sprout in the wrinkles of his brain, a cruel 'maybe fate, god, whatever, whoever, knows you were gonna do this, and paid you back before it could even happen. And you still did it anyway, after feeling it yourself.'

He curled tighter, knees to chest (drawing away from the nudge of a dick) and enjoying the calm of his meds. "I don't think I'll ask you to leave. It's worse alone."

Alexander nodded and nuzzled Jason's hair with his face as he spoke shakily, "Okay, but if I ever even come close to doing something like that again I'm leaving—I won't come back. I can't do something like that again. I just can't—I won't hurt you again." The elder brother felt tears begin to run down his cheeks and into his brother's hair, and all he felt in that moment was disgust and self-loathing. He couldn't fathom how could he be so self-sorry when his brother was the one who was really hurt. He didn't deserve Jason, and Alexander didn't know why he was so broken now in a way that had never shown its face before. He really had never come even remotely near hurting anyone in the way he had been hurt before now, and the fact that he knew he was capable of that kind of harm now made him feel sick and like his heart would rend from his chest with how much physical pain he felt there.

Alexander pulled away from his brother and rolled over to hide his quietly crying face that was in his hands once more. He didn't want Jason to see or hear him like this when it was clear he had enough pain of his own to worry about, and yet he didn't have the strength to just leave the room (or perhaps the house) to be miserable elsewhere. He couldn't leave Jason.


A younger individual,in his late teens. He is physically smaller than Alexander, as indicated by the latter's towering presence even when seated. Despite his physical discomfort and emotional turmoil, he shows resilience and determination, suggesting a strong-willed personality. His reactions to Alexander's actions reflect an underlying sensitivity, hinting at a thoughtful and introspective nature. However, his current state of health has made him sluggish and somewhat irritable. He has a dependency on medication for managing pain and anxiety, indicating struggles with mental health issues.

Alexander nodded and nuzzled Jason's hair with his face as he spoke shakily, "Okay, but if I ever even come close to doing something like that again I'm leaving—I won't come back. I can't do something like that again. I just can't—I won't hurt you again." The elder brother felt tears begin to run down his cheeks and into his brother's hair, and all he felt in that moment was disgust and self-loathing. He couldn't fathom how could he be so self-sorry when his brother was the one who was really hurt. He didn't deserve Jason, and Alexander didn't know why he was so broken now in a way that had never shown its face before. He really had never come even remotely near hurting anyone in the way he had been hurt before now, and the fact that he knew he was capable of that kind of harm now made him feel sick and like his heart would rend from his chest with how much physical pain he felt there.

Alexander pulled away from his brother and rolled over to hide his quietly crying face that was in his hands once more. He didn't want Jason to see or hear him like this when it was clear he had enough pain of his own to worry about, and yet he didn't have the strength to just leave the room (or perhaps the house) to be miserable elsewhere. He couldn't leave Jason.

He was so drained of it all. Feeling the shake of his brother crying against their shared bed just sparked more of it, of that... irritation? Why was Alexander even still here if he was so upset? Jason just wanted to yell at him to go to the goddamn doctor and get fixed already, as if it were that easy. What happened to them being happy together?

If things continued this way, their parents would come home to one son dead by suicide and the other an empty shell, if not having run away by then. Jason dragged himself back to sitting up and stood stiff and uncomfortable on his wobbling legs, feeling a deep ache in his guts when he beared his own weight.


A demon, larger and taller than Celeste by at least seven inches. He has wings which can be pressed against walls, suggesting they are substantial in size. His physical strength is significant, capable of lifting and manipulating Celeste with ease. His personality is playful and mischievous, enjoying the game of seduction as much as the act itself. Despite his demonic nature, there's a level of care and consideration shown towards Celeste, indicating a softer side beneath his lustful exterior. He enjoys power dynamics but also appreciates when Celeste takes initiative or shows boldness. This suggests that while he enjoys control, he also values an active partner who can match his energy and playfulness.

Keleon had to chuckle at her teasing words, and replied, showing her that he could do it just as well. "First nights' free. However, you've come quite a ways to earning your stay in my bed tomorrow with that." He said, kissing her again, before moving off her. "If this was any indication of how you will act for the rest of your stay, though, I'm sure the two of us will get along quite well." He looked down at her body, quite liking the sight of his cum on her body, and dripping out of her womanhood, but he had learned that, at least at first, the Faeries usually liked to wash it off of them. "Shall I show you where the bathroom is?" he asked her.

Celeste watched as he moved off of her, and was suddenly aware that she had nothing on and it made her entire body blush. She again wanted to cover herself but she didn't. She knew that if she needed to get up it would hurt, and she wouldn't allow herself to hurt if she could so easily fix her aches. Healing something was something she usually didn't want people to see, to her it was intimate, but after being intimate with this demon she decided he could see it if he wished to watch. Closing her eyes, Celeste focused on any form of wound that had occurred to her in the past little bit, and soon the spot on her neck, and between her thighs were glowing a soft blue, like the color of her wings. When she opened them back up she slowly stood up, thankful that some of the cum was drying on her, and that all of it didn't just fall onto the floor. "I would love it if you would show me." She told him.

The demon looked with interest as parts of her started glowing, in what he guessed was some kind of healing magic. "That's a very nifty power to have. The last time one of those was brought to me was... hmm... I don't believe it happened before. I guess they don't usually want to give the ones with magic away." He said. "Can you do the glow without the healing? That could be fun to toy with when it's dark." He said, a mischievous smirk on his face. When she stood up, he nodded. "Alright, follow after me, then." He said, before walking out, and bringing her to a room with a small basin, and a stream of water that came out of a hole in the wall. "It's filtered by the mountain itself, so it's very clean. It's rather cold, though, but if you have an issue with that, I'll warm it up for you. There are also several shower heads you can put on it so the stream goes wider or thinner."

Celeste eagerly followed him into the bathroom and listened to him before she answered his questions. "I can yes, and I can also make other people glow blue." She said back to him with a mischievous grin of her own as she thought of his cock glowing blue, and almost after she thought it, it started to happen. She tried her best not to laugh or chuckle, because she could see it out of the corner of her eye. She wondered what he would say when he saw it. "And as for giving the ones with magic away, they didn't really know that I had it." She moved closer to the basin and reached up, turning on all of the shower heads, and stepping into the basin. Her wings were tucked closely to her back and finally she let out the laugh she had held in, the blue faded from her body since it was healed and she made the one on him glow brighter.

Keleon had to smile when he heard her answer to his turning stuff blue question. He felt a slight hint of magic around him, and could center it around his cock. He let out a laugh when he saw the magic she had done. "I see you're much more naughty as I had first thought of you. Making my penis glow, hiding stuff from your village. Now I'm certain we'll get along well." He said. As she stepped into the shower, he moved in behind her, and she could feel his heat against her body. He needed to clean himself as well, after all. "What do you think: Can you make it strong enough so that, when I am hilt-deep into you, your stomach would glow?" He asked her, moving his arms around her, and running his hands over her body. Mainly just to feel her body, although he helped her clean up a little, as well.

Celeste thought she would be showering alone, but after she found that he joined her, she smiled from his thoughtfulness to also clean her. She pondered his question for a moment while she leaned back against him, liking how strong and solid he felt. She also liked that he was at least seven inches taller than her, her head almost came to his chin. She decided to see how bright she could get his cock to glow, and with a small wave of her hand, even though his cock was almost hidden by her body, it caused the entire room to turn a bright blue color. "I think we just might be able to get it to work." She whispered because all of her attention was on his hands, how when his nails would lightly scrape she could feel herself get goosebumps, the cold water making her body quiver lightly.

Keleon did this as much for himself as for her, as he liked the way she pressed herself against him, feeling her wings against his body.If asked, he'd likely also show his appreciation for the fact she was smaller than him, which was a trait he usually liked in his women. The fact that she was mischievous enough to participate in his rather juvenile plan to make her stomach glow was also rather nice, "Good. Then we'll try that sometime later. Since I think you're currently likely too tired to go another round, or am IS wrong?" He asked her. His hands continued moving over her. When he noticed she got goosebumps from his claws he smiled, and held still for a bite, before trailing his nail over her stomach with a bit more pressure than before, drawing out 'mine' on her stomach. He came close to cutting her with his nail, but managed to barely not do it, although she would feel where his nails had been for a little while.

Celeste looked down at the light carving on her stomach, it made her shiver too because she was truly his, and this only just proved it. She decided not to heal it, to leave it there, liking the reminder of the light throb it held. She thought about whether or not she wanted to have sex with him again, and decided that she did. Moving her hands down her body she caught his, lifted them up a little bit, just enough for her to turn around in his arms. When she put his hands back down, she put them on her ass, while hers moved up his body, over his muscles and to interlock at the back of his neck. "Can we fuck in the shower?" She said as she started to bite his chest mischievously.

Keleon let her move his hands so she could turn and look at him. When she let his hands end on her ass, he gave it a slight squeeze, shivering lightly at the movement of her hands. He smiled at her question. "Only been deflowered less than an hour ago, and already up for a second go? You naughty girl." He said, giving her ass a light slap. "I mean, I shouldn't say much, but I'm supposed to be that way." he chuckled, leaning his head down and kissing her forehead. "So sure we can. Although you should clean me up from last time, first. I mean, I cleaned you up, it's only fair you return the favor, isn't it?" He said. "Plus, how often do you get the time to play with a glowing cock?"

Celeste didn't know what it was about this demon, but it made her want to act crazy and sex-driven around him. She knew she would be nervous around him at the other times, but when sex was involved, not so much. When his hand had lightly slapped her ass she jumped and looked at him. After he was done talking, she couldn't help but smile, because yes, even though she had been deflowered under an hour ago, she had healed herself and wanted to know what sex felt like without being a virgin. With one hand behind his head, with her hand wrapped in his hair she pulled him down to her level, and bit on his lower lip, lightly sucking on it. While her other hand slid down his front and wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping him, he was already hard and that only made her go a little faster.

Keleon smiled as he kissed her back. It seemed his own aura of lust easily overtook her mind. Or it was just her personality, he didn't know. Maybe he should at times put a bit of restraint on it, as otherwise they would overdo it, and would have to repeat things in the end of her term. He let her pull him down and bite down lightly on his lip. He liked the way she gripped his hair to pull him down. Most others would grip him by the horns, since, as others before her had said, they were basically perfect handles. He liked the way the amount of light in the room shifted as her hand pumped over him, but soon got slightly bored with watching that. Instead, he leaned against the wall, and pulled her up in his arms, until she was hovering above his cock. "Ready or not, here I come." He said, before letting her sink down on his cock, letting gravity do the rest, only keeping his hands on her back to guide her, so she wouldn't fall backwards.

When he picked her up, Celeste gasped, still not used to the amount of strength he possessed. Although she knew it was something she enjoyed and would never fully get used to. When he placed her over his cock, and warned her of his nearing intrusion she had expected at least some sort of pain, but when she was impaled to his hilt, she screamed out in ecstasy. "Oh Keleon." She gasped, learning to not say god anymore, because she could tell now that god had nothing to do with this. With both her hands wrapped around neck, she wrapped both of her legs around him. She looked down and noticed the blue light. It intrigued her and when she moved her hips it would move inside of her while she moaned.

Keleon let out a deep groan as he went as deep as possible into her, her womanhood well lubricated from her own juices, a bit of water, and what remained of his semen from their previous bout of fucking. He kept pressed against the wall, squishing his wings against them, but not really minding that. He looked down, and smiled as a light blue shimmer could be seen from her stomach. "Seems it worked." he said. He liked this coloration of the room. The room was filled with the soft blue glow, which was the only true light he saw, while Celeste could also see his eyes glowing. He groaned again when he pushed her up, before letting her slide down again, pushing his own hips upwards at her lowest point, so he'd go even deeper. He was already planning other things he'd do with the fact she could make things glow, especially as he liked the color.

Celeste's back arched into his hands that were still on her back as her eyes closed for a moment, her body overwhelmed once more at how big his cock was. She didn't know why she was acting like this, a part of her knew that she was still really nervous around him, but now none of that mattered. He was everywhere she touched, he felt so big and made her feel so small. She liked that he wasn't obsessively wide, even though he was still wider than she. Her eyes re-opened and looked into his, the way they glowed mystified her and she couldn't look away as she moaned when her hips instinctively moved. She knew she was blushing, and that he could probably see it. She also knew that he had to know what kind of effect he had on her.

Keleon smiled. He knew that others were usually affected by him. If he wanted to, he could make the most pure and celibate priestess into a willing slut if he put enough force into his aura. Still, he knew Celeste did most of this on her own. His aura wasn't strong enough at the moment to affect her much. He pushed her against the wall, claiming her lips again with a kiss, as he started thrusting his cock deep into her, his hands moving down and squeezing her ass, his nails digging lightly into her flesh. With the way she was now, she would be almost invisible to anyone currently entering the room, his body hiding hers, and his wings hiding her legs. Only a glimpse of her arms around his neck would remain.


A petite fairy, smaller than Keleon. She has wings that glow a soft blue when she uses her healing magic. Despite her initial shyness and modesty, there's an underlying boldness in her personality which comes to surface during intimate moments. Her willingness to experiment and play along with Keleon's mischievous ideas shows a sense of adventure and curiosity. She possesses magic abilities that she can use for both healing and creating visual effects, hinting at a powerful side hidden beneath her seemingly innocent exterior.

Keleon smiled. He knew that others were usually affected by him. If he wanted to, he could make the most pure and celibate priestess into a willing slut if he put enough force into his aura. Still, he knew Celeste did most of this on her own. His aura wasn't strong enough at the moment to affect her much. He pushed her against the wall, claiming her lips again with a kiss, as he started thrusting his cock deep into her, his hands moving down and squeezing her ass, his nails digging lightly into her flesh. With the way she was now, she would be almost invisible to anyone currently entering the room, his body hiding hers, and his wings hiding her legs. Only a glimpse of her arms around his neck would remain.

Keleon felt so good being inside of Celeste that it made her body eagerly tighten around his, her legs squeezing tighter and her hands fisting tighter into his hair. She knew she might be causing him just a little bit of pain but something told her he didn't mind all that much. Pulling back, she glanced down at his muscled chest only for a minute, thinking that she was lucky either way it went. She moved her head back to his and kissed him deeply, her ass cheeks quivering slightly under his hands from his nails.


A dominant and assertive futanari woman who takes control of the intimate encounter with Lee. She enjoys instructing and degrading her partner, pushing her to be more vocal about her desires. Being a futa, she has a penis. She is physically attractive.

"Yes, I know that was part of the wedding agreement you would remain untouched in every hole. Blowjobs were trained solely on dildos and simulation and your first enema was today in preparation of your wedding night." Nina said and got behind Lee inspecting her bum and pussy finding no hairs there. Putting her penis against Lee's pussy Nina stopped "Beg for it." Nina said and grabbed Lee's long hair her penis throbbing against the virgin pussy.

Lee let out a quiet noise of agreement. She'd been very carefully prepared for this, yet in a way that ensured that she remained a virgin. The Chattel truly belonged to their wives, after all. Now Nina would claim her, and that would mean that no other futa would be able to.

She let out a quiet noise when Nina grabbed her long, dark hair, and she tilted her head slightly back, her back arching. She felt incredibly nervous as she wiggled her butt just a little, adjusting to get Nina's tip in exactly the right position. "Please...", she said softly. "Please claim me. Please take me."

Nina smiled as she felt Lee's instincts kick in and align herself with Nina's penis. "You can do better than that I want the whole ship to know to who you belong." Nina said and pulled on Lee's hair feeling the virgin pussy slide onto her cock. "Keep begging until I lather your womb with my seed." Nina said and let go of Lee's hair to grab her hips and vigorously thrusted her penis back into Lee's pussy.

Lee blushed deeply in embarrassment at the order. Surely, the Captain's quarters must be soundproof, unless the Captain had turned it off for the evening for everyone to hear their lovemaking... She took a deep breath, her heart pounding with nervousness, and shouted out, "Please! Take me! Make me yours!"

Her head fell forward when Nina let go of her hair, and she caught herself with a gasp, even as Nina pushed herself deep inside her. She cried out with the pain of it, never having been taken in this manner before, but still she got out, "Please, fill me and claim me! I'm... I'm yours!" Her inner walls clenched tightly around Nina's length, and she felt herself growing wetter in reaction to the invasion. This was it, she knew. She was truly owned now.

It was tradition on this ship for officers to turn on the intercom when the marriage was consummated. For her foot massage Nina had kept it of but after that she had turned it on for everyone to her Lee's begging and moaning. "That's it you horny bitch keep going keep begging." Nina said and spanked Lee's bum as she kept thrusting her penis into Lee's pussy her own precum mixing with Lee's arousal. "You have never been fucked before but you are damn horny, slut." Nina said and spit on Lee's anus pushing a finger in.

Lee began to move her hips a little towards Nina's thrusts, eager to please Nina even as the woman violated her and forcefully took her virginity. The movements inside her began to feel good now, and when she reached down to rub at her slick clitoris, she felt herself tighten up further around Nina's penis. "Please...", she begged, and her voice was hoarser, a bit deeper now with her growing arousal. "Please, it feels so good. Fill me! I'm yours!" The degrading words made her cheeks burn, especially since she knew everyone on the ship would be able to hear her, but still she obeyed her wife.

When Nina's finger entered her anus she cried out, and she was pushed over the edge with a wave of pleasure, orgasming helplessly around Nina and contracting rhythmically around her length, milking her and almost seeming to suck her in. She arched her back with pleasure, pushing herself back against Nina, desperate to feel her inside of her.

"You are a horny little slut eager to feel your wife inside you and to orgasm hard on her cock." Nina said as she noticed Lee rubbing her own clit and move against Nina's thrusts. Nina's cock was throbbing hard loving how Lee was begging and talking dirty about herself.

"You are an anal slut maybe I should only fuck you from behind." Nina said and moaned as she came herself the virginal pussy clenching hard around her penis releasing a big load of sperm. Her penis remaining half hard Nina felt Lee push herself on her and smiled. "Show me how horny you fuck yourself on my penis and finger. Tell the crew how much you love your backdoor being violated." Nina said and spanked Lee's bum.

Lee panted with her orgasm, feeling herself begin to sweat as her fingers slickly moved over her sex, then down to feel Nina's penis still inside of her. The spurt of seed had her cry out, never having felt anything like this before and knowing there was a chance that she was getting pregnant at this very moment. She looked back at Nina, panting as she felt both the finger and the penis stay inside of her. She'd been trained anally so that it would be possible to take Nina should she want her like that, and it'd always felt good, but she'd never gotten stimulation like this.

She could feel herself tightening up around both appendages, and she started to push herself back and forth, willingly fucking herself on both. "I love how you take me both ways, Nina!", she said shakily. "I love your finger inside of me as you fuck me. Please take me every way!" Her shame was lessening with her pleasure—it just felt so good, and surely there was nothing shameful in getting fucked by her wife?

"That's right; all your holes belong to me and I will use them to pleasure myself with. But you horny slut sure know how to find your share of pleasure in this all." Nina said and spanked Lee every time she pulled herself away from Nina's hips. Getting some lube from her uniform jacket Nina put it on her finger and Lee's anus. "Want more fingers in your ass or my whole hand? Beg for me to lather your womb again." Nina said as her cock started to throb again having grown completely hard again.

Lee shuddered with each blow, but it didn't exactly felt bad, just unexpected, the sting remaining in her buttock after each time Nina spanked her. She looked back at the woman, feeling the wetness of the lube around her back door, and got out, stammering, "F-fingers, please..." She'd never taken anything bigger than an ordinary dildo in anticipation for her marriage, so she doubted she could take more than that. She swallowed, feeling Nina throbbing inside of her, and started to move her hips faster, knowing that Nina would soon be erupting inside of her again.

"Please... fill me again... make me yours... I want you...", she got out, and it wasn't exactly a lie. Her fingers were stroking against her swollen folds again, making her clench harder around Nina's length, and she was nearing another orgasm.

"Very well... a second finger it is but before our wedding anniversary you will be begging me for my hand." Nina said and pulled her finger out of Lee's bum only to shove two fingers back into Lee's anus. "There we go honey, because I love you so much two fingers." Nina added as she herself started to moan harder and thrust back against Lee's movements. Nina had been allowed to fuck and abuse her own female mother and maids, but the fact that Lee was her wife to do with what she wanted and from what Nina could figure had a slutty streak through her made this feel even better and without much announcement Nina came again as Lee begged her to fill her up.


A physically attractive futanari woman with long, dark hair. She is submissive and obedient, complying with Nina's demands even when she feels embarrassed or nervous. Despite her initial reluctance, Lee gradually discovers pleasure in the acts performed on her and becomes more vocal about her desires.

"Very well... a second finger it is but before our wedding anniversary you will be begging me for my hand." Nina said and pulled her finger out of Lee's bum only to shove two fingers back into Lee's anus. "There we go honey, because I love you so much two fingers." Nina added as she herself started to moan harder and thrust back against Lee's movements. Nina had been allowed to fuck and abuse her own female mother and maids, but the fact that Lee was her wife to do with what she wanted and from what Nina could figure had a slutty streak through her made this feel even better and without much announcement Nina came again as Lee begged her to fill her up.

Lee cried out when that second finger entered her, twitching tightly around them both as she continued to move towards Nina with rhythmic movements. When Nina came again, it triggered Lee's orgasm, and she dug her fingers into the floor as she spasmed and milked at Nina's cock. "Y-yes... fill me... I'm yours...", she got out, falling to her elbows with exhaustion even as the multitude of seed inside her began to trickle out around Nina's shaft. She was panting hard, the tips of her nipples touching the floor. The whole crew must have heard it all, she reflected dimly, and her cheeks reddened with shame even as she still twitched around the member inside of her.


A brave and protective man, willing to put himself in danger for the sake of others. His confession of love for Agatha indicates a deep emotional capacity, and his decision to keep her safe even at his own peril shows selflessness. As for his appearance, after being bitten by a zombie, he undergoes physical changes such as pale skin, visible veins, black eyes, and possibly a more muscular physique due to the transformation process. He dresses practically given their survival circumstances.

Against his better judgment, as well as the searing protests of his muscles, Gabe moved closer to her and did his best to wrap his arms around her. Although just to be safe he moved his injured leg so it was underneath him and away from her, and rolled the pipe away as it was still splattered with zombie blood as well. He didn't chastise her for getting emotional. "It's okay, Agatha. I know it's not fair. But when has life ever been fair? It breaks me having to tell you to leave. I don't want to hurt you though. But you're already hurting. So I don't know what to do."

He sighed before scooting back against the wall again. "You can stay with me... until I turn, OK? That's the best I can do. Just promise me... Look at me... Promise me that you'll... leave when I turn. If I hurt you too... it'd be better if I died. You're the most important thing in the world to me. The only one I'll miss. The only thing I wish I'd done different... was tell you..." He hesitated. He almost didn't finish the statement. Only knowing that he'd never get another chance, and that she'd always wonder what he hadn't said, made him admit it finally. "...tell you that I love you."

Agatha didn't know what to say as he moved closer and wrapped an arm around her. Holding him she pressed her face into his chest. How could he have gotten himself bit? Was he able to destroy the monster who ruined her life? Every time she had to have someone new be taken from her. She wondered if there was a point to do this anymore. Agatha heard her name and listened to his words. At the mention of life not being fair she let another sob go through her. Holding him close. "I know you don't want to hurt me. I just... I'd rather not be without you."

When he mentioned staying with him till he turned and making her promise she shook her head defiantly. She didn't know how she could do without him. "Maybe you won't though? Be like the others?" She asked before her words fell silently. When he mentioned that he had to tell her something her stomach dropped. Hearing the words be said she wrapped her hands tighter to his and clutched him close.

She never had thought about him that way. Her love for him she always imagined was more like that of friends, but soon, he'd be a zombie and he'd want to eat her. Doing something unlike her, not being radical or vibrant she leaned in and kissed him, holding him close as she tried to determine what he was thinking. Her lips not faltering from his.

Gabe wanted to yell at her for refusing. She was being difficult and there was no way he could rest not knowing if she would be okay or not. But it would do no good. He knew how stubborn she was. For all he knew she'd get herself bit on purpose. It made his heart and his stomach sink. But it was all his fault, and there was nothing he could do to help her once he turned. Besides, he didn't have it in him to argue with her when she was so broken. Her desperate thought that he might be somehow different almost made him laugh. What were the odds of that, really? They had never once encountered a zombie that didn't want to rip them to shreds. Maybe it was possible, but that was way too much to hope for. "I'd rather not be without you too, Agatha. But we don't have a choice. It's my fault for turning my back on that thing thinking it was dead. It was only playing dead, though. But I made sure to snap its neck. At least that one won't be bothering you. And I got all that food. I have to believe that it was worth it or else..." He sighed, putting his head in his hand. "...or else I'm a complete failure."

But her kiss took him completely by surprise. Again, he wanted to pull away, wanted to tell her it was a bad idea, but he found that he couldn't. Instead he leaned into it, deepened it, just savoring the moment. The taste of her. That delicious flesh... He did pull away, suddenly, with a gasp. Damn, was it effecting his mind already? "Agatha... I'm... my head feels funny and I'm having weird thoughts. So it's probably best to keep your distance. Thank you, though, for the kiss." He gave a weak smile, then laid his head back and groaned. His brain felt like it was swimming in molasses, and the edges of his vision were blurring. His skin was becoming more and more pale and his eyes slowly turned black. "I just need... to rest..."

Right after that, he blacked out. But for some reason, Agatha's wish came true.

Agatha tried not to do anything but listen to his breathing, when she looked at him she noticed how he spoke, and that his skin was terribly pale, his eyes black and looked worn in, as if his eye sockets sinking. It seemed awful that this abomination of a virus had ever started. She had seen the movies and watched it with her friends, for a horror night, people dressed as them for Halloween, and here they were, suffering with the consequences. She looked at him once he pulled away mentioning that his head felt funny.

He thanked her for the kiss but for her, it meant everything. It was along with her feelings that she had, whatever they may be, but they also went hand and hand with her goodbye. When he passed out, she stood up, jerking herself back, pulling the bag of food. She began to walk, slowly leaving him as she tugged her coat closer, but she didn't think it was wise. How many times had he protected her when she couldn't do anything about them. She would have been dead years ago if it weren't for him. Instead of walking the way she should have, she turned around and grabbed the gun, going back to him and keeping her distance.

She propped up on her knee, watching him. If he made a move on her, she'd have to put him out of his misery, he would be a zombie like everyone else, and as much as she hoped that he would be fine with her, that he would be good, she knew she wouldn't leave a living target just there, she'd give him a peace of mind too.

Gabe stayed out for a long time, but he continued breathing. That was the odd thing. Zombies didn't breathe. But his chest was still very clearly moving. Everything else indicated he was turning. His skin was so pale that veins and arteries were visible in places. He was shaking and moaning intermittently in his sleep. But that didn't sound any different than if he was having a nightmare.

Suddenly his eyes shot open. And strangest of all, they seemed to have cleared. His hand went to his head. "Shiiit. I wish this headache would just go away. I can't get any sleep like this." Then he started to remember. He hadn't been sleeping. He looked down at himself, then up at Agatha. Seeing the gun trained on him might have stopped his heart before, but now as the pieces were falling in place, he remembered that he had asked her to shoot him. He was grateful she hadn't yet, but still...

"Something... something weird is going on." Confusion and conflict were clear on his face. Was it just taking longer with him? Was he safe? "I'm not... well I don't really know what I am. I feel different, but..." He looked into the distance. He could see quite clearly, which was odd because dawn was just beginning to beak and it hadn't reached them yet. Also, he wasn't cold anymore. His muscles felt tight, and his voice was deeper and more scratchy. "I'm... alive... I think."


A resilient and loyal 24 years old woman, given her decision to stay with Gabe despite the danger. She is emotionally strong but also deeply caring, as evidenced by her reaction to Gabe's impending transformation. Her ability to confront difficult situations head-on suggests a brave and determined personality. As for her appearance, the text does not provide specific details; however, given their harsh environment and lifestyle, she's probably dressed in practical clothing suitable for survival situations.

Gabe stayed out for a long time, but he continued breathing. That was the odd thing. Zombies didn't breathe. But his chest was still very clearly moving. Everything else indicated he was turning. His skin was so pale that veins and arteries were visible in places. He was shaking and moaning intermittently in his sleep. But that didn't sound any different than if he was having a nightmare.

Suddenly his eyes shot open. And strangest of all, they seemed to have cleared. His hand went to his head. "Shiiit. I wish this headache would just go away. I can't get any sleep like this." Then he started to remember. He hadn't been sleeping. He looked down at himself, then up at Agatha. Seeing the gun trained on him might have stopped his heart before, but now as the pieces were falling in place, he remembered that he had asked her to shoot him. He was grateful she hadn't yet, but still...

"Something... something weird is going on." Confusion and conflict were clear on his face. Was it just taking longer with him? Was he safe? "I'm not... well I don't really know what I am. I feel different, but..." He looked into the distance. He could see quite clearly, which was odd because dawn was just beginning to beak and it hadn't reached them yet. Also, he wasn't cold anymore. His muscles felt tight, and his voice was deeper and more scratchy. "I'm... alive... I think."

Agatha stayed her position, not daring to move. She didn't really want to sit here pointing a gun at the man she had called a friend for so long. The one person yet alive to help her. When she noticed that he was stirring she clutched the gun tighter, not knowing if a part of him would remember her. No one else seemed to, but she wouldn't be surprised if he didn't.

Staring at him as he went to his head. He spoke, words were forming and coming out. She cleared her throat as he looked at her and the gun on him. "Who are you?" She asked, daring to see what he remembered. She heard him mention being weird, feeling different. He was speaking, but wasn't attacking, yet.

She didn't dare lower the gun, she clutched it staring at him, her eyes icing over, in case it dared find peace in not wanting to shoot him. She never wanted too, but she would if she must. "What happened? What was the last thing you remember us doing?"


A seventeen-year-old high school student. He's developed into a handsome young man with a toned figure that reflects his physical maturity. Jason is quite respectful and considerate of others' feelings, evident from his reluctance to confess his feelings for Kim initially due to her being married. However, he also shows typical teenage hormones and isn't immune to lustful thoughts, particularly towards older women like Kim. Despite this, he is capable of deep emotional attachment as demonstrated by his long-standing affection for Kim.

Jason woke up and got out of bed. Today was the first day of his time alone. His parents had to go out of the country for work, and they won't be back for about half a year. Since Jason was still in high school, he had to stay behind. He was still pretty upset about it, but there's nothing he can do about it now. They also told him that they got someone to come by regularly to check up on him. That was probably what bothered him the most, being treated like a little boy when he's seventeen. Knowing them, they probably got some family member to come by and nag him for six months.

After putting on some clothes, he went downstairs to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. As me started cooking some eggs, he wondered how he'll spend his weekend since there was no one home. He'll probably call some friends over or something. He put the eggs on a plate and went into the living room to turn on the TV and enjoy his meal. This was going to be a long six months.

It wasn't that they didn't trust him, they just worried about him, given they never got the time to install any kind of security to keep him and the home safe. So in turn they asked their neighbor Kim to check on him, the woman more than eager to do so. After all her husband was rarely ever home, always going on business trips out of the country. Part of her thought he was having an affair but she never found anything to confirm it so she shrugged it off. and with her enjoyment of babysitting the young man next door she couldn't help herself but to admire just how much of a handsome man he had become.

So while he sat own and watched TV, a soft knock came to the door, Kim waiting there for him to open it so she could greet him and see how he was holding up for the moment. "Jason... could you open the door please?" She whined with a happy smile.

Jason heard something from the door and went to see who it was. To his surprise, it was Kim, a woman that has watched over him ever since he was a little kid. Whenever his parents were busy, she'd come over and take care of him. Was she the person his parents asked to watch over him?

"Oh, hello Kim." Jason's face turned a little red. Ever since he grew an interest in girls, Kim was always someone he admired. She was so kind and beautiful, he couldn't help falling for her. It was a shame that she was married though. "Would you like to come in?" He asked her, stepping aside to let her in. Maybe these next few months won't be so bad after all.

When he answered with a blushing face, Kim smiled, hugging him to her, letting his head press against her busty pillows. With a giggle she eventually nudged him away and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "Hope you don't mind my company but your parents asked me to watch you for the next few months or so. "She told him with a smile. given how he grew she couldn't help but want him. No she couldn't think like that, not while she was somewhat happily married.

But then again the man rarely pleased in in more than just physical pleasures in bed. So it was his fault she loved babysitting this young man form time to time. "What were your plans for today Jason?"

Jason could feel the softness of her breasts against his face. He wanted her badly, but he knew it was wrong. Not only was she much older than him, but she was the woman that took care of him when he was a kid. She was like family to them, plus she was a marries woman. Wouldn't she hate him if he took advantage of her, just to satisfy his selfish desires?

He looked up at her when she asked him about his plans. "Not really sure yet, it's still morning. I might go out and do something on my own, I might hang out with friends, I might just stay here. Why do you ask?" Only in his dirty fantasies would she ever suggest that they do naughty stuff together. She might just ask him to help her run errands or something, which wasn't entirely bad. He'd get to spend the day with Kim, and he usually gets a free meal out of it.

When it seemed he had nothing of real interest to do for the day, Kim smiled and found herself a seat on the couch well then... "I guess I'll just be enjoying a day all by myself again... stuck here or at home watching TV. "She whined with a smile, being a bit sarcastic. "Although maybe you would like to stay and spend some time with me? maybe go over my place and swim in the pool, see if you're still that little fish you were back then? Or maybe go out for lunch later?" She offered, eager to see if the boy was still interested in spending time with her. but more so she was wanting to spend time close to him, to see if what her mind was thinking was really worth it.

The thought of swimming in Kim's pool sounded great. Getting to relax in the cold water, and getting to see Kim in a bikini. Then they could have lunch afterwards, enjoying a meal together out in the sun. "Sure. I'd like to do that. Let me just go change."

Jason jumped up from his seat and ran upstairs. He quickly threw off his clothes and put on a pair of swimming trunks and a thin t-shirt. Afterwards, he ran back downstairs to go with Kim, excited to spend the day with her. "OK, I'm ready."

When she saw how happy and eager he was to enjoy some time with her, Kim couldn't help but gain a wide, happy smile. At least she still had it if the young adult was happy to spend some time with her, especially when he would get to see her sexy body in a tight bikini. So while he was getting ready she left him the spare key to her back yard.

Meanwhile she left to her home to get dressed in her bright apple red bikini top that hugged and barely contained her large breasts that begged for freedom. her bottoms hugged her bubbly ass and squeezed her crotch. she waited in a lounge chair by the edge of the pool.

Once Jason saw Kim in the back yard, he was practically in awe of her. That tight red bikini, her breasts just barely being held in, and the bottom ridding up her crotch. It was like she was purposely showing off her body to him, asking him to make a move on her. "Y-You look great." Jason was having a hard time trying to think of the right words to say to her. Great was an understatement, she was drop dead sexy.

"Let's get in." He looked away, trying not to stare at her. Taking off his shirt, he revealed his toned figure, just before jumping into the pool. The cold water gave him chills as his head emerged from the pool. He then looked up at Kim, smiling. "Aren't you gonna come in?" He called out to her, wondering if she really was going to swim with him.

Kim giggled at his praise, expecting something more from him as he looked at her luscious form. If it wasn't obvious she was showing off for him than he was truly a nice guy who respected her. This meant she needed to work a bit harder, meaning she would have to further work on him and drive herself away from her husband... if that was even possible. So when he questioned her, Kim giggled a bit as she rose to her feet, her tits bouncing a bit.

"Is that all you can say Jason? Be honest with me? I've known you for too long to know that you don't usually hide your feelings." She told him, having countless memories of him explaining how he loved having her babysit him without a care when he was younger. But before he could answer she dove in with such grace that she barely made a splash before rising up to the surface, her hair and skin glistening from the water.

It was true, before he had these feelings for her, he would always say how much he loved her and how he enjoyed having her babysit him. Now, things were different. He wasn't a kid anymore, he was a man, and he didn't see Kim as the nice woman that took care of him anymore. He sees her as a very attractive woman, a woman that he very desperately desires, a woman that he constantly thinks about while he pleasures himself on lonely nights. But there was no way he could say that to her, it was far too embarrassing. Plus, what if she rejected him? He didn't want to ruin the relationship they already had, just because he was acting like a typical horny teenager.

Before he could say anything though, she dove into the water. Once she rose to the surface, Jason found himself staring again, seeing that her wet bikini cling to her figure even more, if that was even possible. "I-I-I-I..." He was unable to form a complete sentence as he couldn't look away from her sexy body.

Kim watched his reaction, knowing full well how much he had grown. She knew the things he did, finding cum stained clothes and napkins in his trash bin when she went around cleaning before his parents came home. But never did she know about his true lust for her, even up till now she had no real idea. Though when he stammered and couldn't find words when he looked at her, she knew then just how sexy he found her, and that's when she had him. "Jason talk to me... and enjoy yourself..." She told him as she began to swim around, her front facing the sky as she lay back and floated around the pool.

Jason had to tell her the truth, he had to trust her. She practically knew everything about him, so he might as well tell her his true feelings about her. Even if she rejected him, she couldn't just turn away from him like that, that isn't like her. After taking a deep breath, Jason finally spoke. "Kim..." He paused, trying to find the right words to say. "I love you. For a long time, I've thought about you, wanting to be with you." Before she was able to do anything, Jason quickly went up to her and hugged her, holding her close, his head resting on her breasts. "I kind of hated your husband for it, for marrying a woman like you. I know it's wrong, but I can't stop thinking about you like that. I'm sorry." He held her, pretty much waiting for her to turn him down, but just hoping that she would accept him as well.

The look he had on his face was one Kim knew all to well, her husband had it when he had something important to say to her. So she waited for him to speak. Only mid sentence she felt him hug her, pressing his head to her breasts before speaking again. With a smile she listened, her breathing getting heavier. And then he said something she really wasn't expecting, she never thought he felt so strongly about her, something she could never tell from him. "Mmm well well such a naughty boy, thinking of me that way. "She teased with a smile, hugging him closer to her. "So you like me? Or just older women?" She teased

Well, Jason initially thought she would push him away when he confessed to her, so this was a start. He did stop and think when she asked him about his sexual preferences. "I guess I do have a thing for older women..." Thinking back to whenever he would look up porn, whenever he was feeling naughty. Most of his searches were of women around Kim's age. "But I think that's just originated from my feelings for you, I care only about you." Jason buried his face in her breasts, enjoying how soft they felt on his face. Before he knew it, he felt his trunks get a little tighter as he was starting to get aroused from holding Kim so close to him.

The woman giggled when he confessed his lust for her, only to feel something hard press against her leg, making the woman smile, glad to see her looks still aroused men, especially a young teenager. so when he rubbed against her breasts Kim smiled, licking her lip a bit. "Then come in the house with me Jason... I think this is something we need to talk about... "She would talk to him and explain things to him before officially letting thins go any further. He had to know that her husband couldn't please her anymore. She needed to break that thin wall that now blocked her from her carnal lusts for him and him from his love for her. "Is that OK with you?"

Jason looked up at her and nodded. He began to wonder what she would want to talk to him about. Would it about how their age difference would keep them apart? Would it be about the fact that she's married and how she can't have an affair? A little afraid of what she would say, Jason quietly obeyed her. They got out of the pool and dried off, then he followed her into the house. Pretty soon, he was sitting next to Kim on the couch, wondering what she had to say to him.

Once they were dried off and sitting on the couch, Kim waited a moment to relax and figure out what she wanted to say. With a smile, she looked at him. "I'm happy that you feel that way and till think I'm hot and sexy... but you know I'm married right? But... there is something I want to tell you about that and I hope you don't think less of me for it OK?" She started, hoping he would understand what she had to say next.

"Jason... for years now my husband has rarely ever touched me the way I want... with him so busy with work and always so tired he never wants to touch me... and I can't help but feel like I'm undesirable. But... when I see your young, vibrant body I gt all hot and riled up... seeing you grow up into such a fine man makes my body tingle and ache in a way I haven't felt in years... maybe since before I was married..."

At first, it sounded exactly like what he expected to hear. Her telling him that she was married and everything, but the next thing she said really took him by surprise. First off, her husband doesn't touch her? If he was married to her, he would make up constant excuses as to why he couldn't come to work, just to stay at home with her.

It was even more surprising that it's been years since she's had sex, and deep down, it kind of made Jason hate her husband more. The jackass marries the woman he loves, and doesn't even bother touching her. Finally, when she said how hot and bothered she gets whenever she sees Jason, his face went really red when she said that. "D-Does that mean..." He wasn't sure how to finish his sentence. His hand that rested on her leg slowly began to travel up her leg and towards her crotch. Was she really implying that she wanted him as much as he wanted her?

He didn't even need to finish his sentence for her to know just what he was thinking, his hand making it even clearer. so when he made his move she made hers, her hand barely touching his crotch. "Jason... I'm not sure if this is right given the circumstances... but I can't fight it anymore... I'm afraid... that if I hold it off any longer I will end up bedding some random stranger... so please Jason... accept me and give me what my husband has refused to do for so long..." She told him, her hand giving a firm grasp on his crotch. "This is why... I accepted to watch you... this was my one chance to get you here. and it seems I didn't really need to push so hard towards it..." She told him with a smile, feeling his bulge through his shorts

He heard what she said, and he understood her offer, but it all happened so fast. Before he even knew what was going on, he was sitting on her lap, his lips pressed against hers, passionately kissing her. His hands were groping her wonderful breasts, before pulling her top off to touch them directly. He didn't care about anything else anymore. All that mattered was having sex with Kim, something he has been dreaming of for years. It was finally about to happen, and nothing was going to stop him. "So, you're telling me that we'll spend the next half year having hot sex?" He asked her, briefly pulling his lips away from hers. His hips began to move, grinding his crotch against hers, desperately wanting to penetrate her.