An 18 years old high school graduate who's more introverted and shy, preferring to spend time with his comic books, video games, and music rather than socializing. He's quite talented musically, being able to play instruments by ear and even earning a full-ride scholarship for musicianship at Jefferson University. Despite his shyness, Jason has a deep admiration for his outgoing older sister Lenora, who he finds beautiful. He also harbors some frustration about his lack of romantic experiences and is somewhat self-conscious about still being a virgin.

It was a boring Friday night, the first weekend of summer break. Jason had just graduated from Pettersburg Senior High School at 18 years old. This weekend was different though, he and his older sister had the house to themselves for the weekend, both of their parents gone for business. Jason and his older sister got along pretty well and were close to some extent, but Jason had always been a shy, introverted person. Something he'd hope to change before leaving for the same school his sister attended, Jefferson University.

He admired his sister in a way that she was so unlike he was, she was friendly and outgoing where he was always the shy and quiet one, keeping his face in his comic books and gaming magazines. He only had a handful of friends in high school who were similar to the way he was. He'd went to prom with a female friend and fellow gamer, but she didn't see Jason as someone she'd be interested in. It crushed him to be honest, always being rejected as the friend and never the boyfriend. Jason loathed the friend zone that he'd been put in so many times. Thankfully, he had his sister to talk to and she knew all about his pent up frustrations. He'd never admit it, but he thought his older sister was beautiful and he could see why she could have the attention of any guy she wanted.

Tonight was just like any Friday night for him, he'd play his video games, listen to music, and watch movies, until he felt sleepy while his sister was out somewhere doing something with friends, he'd assume. But tonight, he decided that he'd quietly watch some porn on his laptop to help him go to sleep. He found the perfect site to help him get off before falling asleep. Once he got off, he closed the laptop and placed it on the end table by his bed, then turning out the light to go to sleep. As the night rolled on, he went into a deeper sleep causing him to pitch a massive tent underneath the comforter he slept under. He didn't really have any idea how well endowed he was for his age but he'd never even think twice about it either because he didn't have a girlfriend or anything, along with the added fact that he was a virgin. He'd even wonder if he'd ever loose his virginity. It was a frustrating thought to even think about and he tried not to give it any major thought.

It had been a long night for Lenora. She went out to another party with a group of five friends and things didn't happen as they normally did. A fight broke out and one of her friends ended up going home early. Two others bailed out to go with guys and get a little tipsy. One fell over drunk and Lenora herself ended up calling their boyfriend to pick them up. Only her and her closest friend, Nelly, were left. After dropping Nelly off, it was straight home. Almost right as she got through the door, small tears started to fall from her maroon tinted eyes. She was so thankful that summer was ending. She could get back to school and enjoy the care-free life style she found in collage.

Heading up the stairs, she headed straight to her room. Hitting up the bathroom first, she removed her makeup and contacts. Her true eye color showed through brightly. It was a deep chocolate brown. With the flick of a hair pin, her maroon dyed hair fell and flowed down to her waist. She looked herself over in the mirror and shook her head in disappointment. Summer had not been kind to her this year but she some how managed to stand tall and stay strong, not letting it push her to her edge. She stopped a ways down the hallway and noticed her brother sleeping in the room next to hers and smiled. She had always cared deeply for him and somehow, seeing him sleeping so peacefully calmed her emotions and made her smile. She closed her door lightly so not to wake him and changed into her PJs. Slipping into her bed, it only took moments of her iPod playing music and the darkness to send her to a sweet slumber. Finally, now around 1:30 am, she started to receive the well deserved rest she needed.

The next morning came along and Jason felt the sun hit his eyes, he rubbed his eyes and sat up in his bed, noticing his apparent erection. Seeing it, he laid back down in his bed and did what he could to get it to go down. Eventually, after a few minutes of laying there, it went down enough to no longer be noticeable. After that, Jason got up and walked to the bathroom and evacuated his bladder from his night's sleep. Once done in the bathroom, he walked to his sister's room and saw that she was still sound asleep. Deciding not to disturb her, Jason went downstairs to go fix himself some breakfast. He felt in the mood for a bit of a unique breakfast. He decided to fry up some bacon for a BLT bagel. Some people would be amazed at such an odd food choice, but Jason didn't exactly act like every one else. He marched to the beat of his own drum, and usually they seemed to be blast beats and double bass.

He also fixed himself some scattered hash browns with cheese to go along with his breakfast bagel BLT. Jason smiled as his breakfast got done. He enjoyed cooking to some extent, he knew what he was doing behind a stove and a grill. It almost felt natural to him, of course he got it from their father. But cooking wasn't his passion. His passion was music, he could practically play anything by ear on drums and guitar. He was getting to go to Jefferson University on a full ride music scholarship to study musicianship and music theory. His dream was to become a music teacher and teach private lessons on guitar and possibly drums. The young man was very talented. As Jason ate his breakfast, he wondered about his sister. Why was she so sad lately? Every since she moved back in for the summer, she had been sad and broken up over something. He wanted to ask several times, but he wasn't sure how to do it.

It didn't take very long for the scent of bacon to reach Lenora's nose and bring her awake. Bacon was always her favorite food. She didn't get to have it in the college life and so every chance she got during summer, bacon was her main meal choice. She slowly sat up and stretched. Standing up, she looked herself over in her full length mirror. Her hair was a mess. Grabbing her side table brush, she brushed through it a few times and then threw it up into a messy bun. Looking over her outfit, she thought for a moment and then decided her shorts and cami outfit were fine. She wasn't going to miss out on the bacon waiting for her downstairs. It was only moments before she hit the last few stairs and headed to the kitchen.

"Hey little bro." She spoke with a cheery pitch to her voice. "That bacon for me?" She swiped a few pieces from the side of his sandwich and headed to the refrigerator with it in her mouth. Lenora grabbed the skim milk and a glass and headed for the counter. "Good bacon." She giggled and complimented Jason. He always knew how to make the bacon just perfect in her eyes. It was nice and crispy but not too over done. "How was your night?" She asked lightly as she poured a glass of milk and took a seat on the counter. She was never still in the morning. It wasn't her favorite time of day but she always seemed to find some way to be walking around or being active. Today was an exception. She had an easy steal breakfast from her brother and had time to just chill.

Jason was stunned as his older sister just grabbed his bacon without any sort of reservation, but he put up no fight, just letting it happen. The young man was hardly confrontational, especially with his older sister, whom of which he admired and respected. He was used to it by now, she'd find the right time on most days to swipe his bacon. "It was okay I guess... just like any other night, played games, read comic, watched movies... nothing historically new. How about you? How was your time out with your friends?" Jason's friends had already taken off, preparing for their time in other colleges out of state and far from home. It was astounding to him that few of his friends opted to go to Jefferson since it was closer. Of course, a few of his more closer friends had other ambitions and went for more prestigious schools. Thankfully for Facebook, Jason would still be able to keep in contact with those he was close with, but he'd miss those friends.

"So what are your plans for today?" He figured he'd ask her because his schedule was wide open as was his entire summer. For him, college was a time he dreaded. It was a whole new, and much larger environment. While nobody was as shallow nor narrow minded as they were in high school, it was still a bit nerve-racking for him to be going off to college soon. He was a little too introverted for his own tastes, something he'd been trying to work on, but every sort of social gathering he went to, Jason found himself to be more of a spectator than an active participant. He wanted to have confidence in himself as well as be able to impress a girl at college, someone who was worth bringing home to meet his parents but yet still fun in the bedroom. But what did he know about that? Jason was still a virgin, and he wanted his first time to be special and with someone he could know and trust.

"It was okay. Although, Nelly and I were the only two to make it home in one piece again." She sighed with this statement and finished off her bacon. Licking her fingers, she hopped down from the counter and walked to the refrigerator to put away the milk. Her brother's second question registered in her mind and she paused and the door closed again. "Hmm... nothing really. I'll most likely just hang out around here. None of the crew will feel up to going anywhere but a club tonight and honestly, I don't feel like going into a situation like last night." She grinned lightly as if it lightened the mood. Walking to her brother, she kissed him on the cheek and giggled. "But I'll worry about plans later. For now, I need a shower. If you need me, you know the rule. Knock and then wait before entering." She gave him a little teasing rub on the head. "I wouldn't want to scar my little brother too much before his first day of college." Then she headed to the bathroom.

Jason smiled and nodded as his older sister told him she was going to take a shower. "Okay sis, enjoy your shower." He could only wonder what happened the previous night as she wouldn't discuss it at that time. The young man decided not press the matter. Lenora had always been really affectionate and caring for him, there were moment that maybe she was a bit too much. But he didn't mind it, at least he had a sibling that loved and cared about him. It was even still a mystery that she was still single, as gorgeous as she was. He'd never admit it to anyone, but he always thought if he had a chance and she wasn't his older sister, he'd try to ask her out. Jason in the past had even had sexual dreams about his older sister, and they were all sorts of hot and sexy. But then reality would set in after he woke up from those dreams and remind him how such thoughts of his sister were taboo and looked down upon.

He finished his breakfast and then went back up to his room, closing his room door to. Jason grabbed his laptop and opened up, typing in the password to access his desktop. The young man had in mind to check his email and Facebook to start the day. Little did the young man know, he'd forgotten he left a porn video up on pause after he satisfied his own sexual hunger before going to bed last night. Lenora was still in the shower so he figured he could get away with one quick session to get off on. Jason resumed the video as he watched the big-breasted woman in the video get plowed from behind, moaning, grunting and groaning. He could feel his erection building back up and once it did, he slid down his shorts and began to stroke himself to the video. He remembered that this video was too hot to just pass up and dismiss. As the action intensified, so did his stroking. At this moment, Jason had completely forgotten that his room door was not fully closed, but only closed to if not slightly cracked.

Lenora finished washing her hair and then stepped out of the shower. Hearing her brother walk by the room, she wrapped two towels around her, one for her hair and one to cover her beautiful figure. She brushed her teeth and then opened the door to head to her bedroom and dress. On the way down the hallway, she noticed her brother's door was cracked lightly and strange sounds were coming from behind. They were the moans of a woman but she knew He didn't have a girl in the house. She thought for a moment and then it hit her that he was watching porn. She had never caught him in the action but she knew he watched it. Every guy did at some point. Lenora's mind started to turn and she felt the urge between her legs. This wasn't the first time. She had dreams about her little brother a few times. They were odd and weren't often enough for her to think of acting on it. This was the first real temptation she had and began to act on. She peaked through the crack in the door and saw her brother's growing erection. "Wow. He is really hard." She whispered lightly to herself. "I wonder what he would do if I..." She pushed on the door a little and peaked in. "Bro..." She spoke lightly trying not to scare him. She smiled and blushed lightly.

The young man had just gotten into the video when he heard his older sister whisper for him. He bolted quickly to cover up his erect manhood and close his laptop. "Uhhh... ummm... h-hi Lenora... w-hat's up?" His face had dawned a deep shade of red as she peeked in. It was a shame too, he was close to cumming from stroking himself. He was absolutely embarrassed from he seeing him work his cock. "Y-you didn't see anything did you? I-I-I'm sorry if you did, I should have closed my door." He was panting from having been so close to getting off from watching the video. Never did he anticipate his older sister peeking in on him. "Please don't tell mom and dad I watch porn... they'd ground me forever." Even though Jason was 18 years old, he was still living with his parents and had to follow his parents rules. And he was sure that they would ground him for accessing such websites. Jason was always a good kid, and always did what his parents asked him to. Sure he indulged in watching porn every so often, did that make him a bad person. He wanted to know what sex was like but he was much too shy to even ask a girl out. Porn was his escape.

Lenora giggled lightly and entered the room. "I won't tell Mum and Dad. Don't worry. And don't be so embarrassed either. I saw something... something that was actually quite hot." She had seen so many guys during college but seeing her brother like that effected her in ways she never knew it would. "Would you like a hand?" She walked over to her brother and sat on his bed, pushing his laptop closed. "A personal helper is always better then those stupid videos online." Her blood was flowing and her mind was wondering now. Lenora saw this as a chance to make her wild dreams about her brother come true. Without waiting for his answer, she moved his blanket gently and licked her lips. He brother's cock was still hard as she started to wrap her hand around his length.

Jason was shocked by Lenora's brash and bold behavior, "Wait! W-what are you..." Before Jason could finish his sentence he let out a pleasurable sigh. Feeling his older sister's soft, feminine hands around his shaft. He was surprised that she was able to wrap her hand around it, since his dick was pretty thick as well as being big. Jason wouldn't know since he'd never been with a girl before. But this was wrong, his mind began to rationalize. Lenora was his sister, and you're not supposed to indulge sexual urges with your siblings, didn't she know that. "Lenora... w-we sh-sh-shouldn't be... ahhhhhhh" His mind tried to resist the urges to enjoy it, but his body told him otherwise. This felt even better than himself jerking off his cock watching porn. Surely it wouldn't hurt to let her assist him in masturbation, it wouldn't go any further would it? The more it went on, the more Jason began to enjoy his older sister jerking him off. He could only imagine what would happen next.


A vibrant and outgoing young woman who's just finished her first year at Jefferson University. She has deep, chocolate brown eyes that are usually hidden behind colored contacts, and long hair dyed maroon that cascades down to her waist. She's highly sociable and enjoys partying with friends but also shows a caring side, particularly towards her younger brother Jason. Despite appearing cheerful and strong on the surface, she is dealing with some undisclosed sadness or disappointment. She's also quite bold and unafraid of pushing societal boundaries as seen in her interactions with Jason.

Jason was shocked by Lenora's brash and bold behavior, "Wait! W-what are you..." Before Jason could finish his sentence he let out a pleasurable sigh. Feeling his older sister's soft, feminine hands around his shaft. He was surprised that she was able to wrap her hand around it, since his dick was pretty thick as well as being big. Jason wouldn't know since he'd never been with a girl before. But this was wrong, his mind began to rationalize. Lenora was his sister, and you're not supposed to indulge sexual urges with your siblings, didn't she know that. "Lenora... w-we sh-sh-shouldn't be... ahhhhhhh" His mind tried to resist the urges to enjoy it, but his body told him otherwise. This felt even better than himself jerking off his cock watching porn. Surely it wouldn't hurt to let her assist him in masturbation, it wouldn't go any further would it? The more it went on, the more Jason began to enjoy his older sister jerking him off. He could only imagine what would happen next.

"Don't worry little brother. Just trust me." Lenora smiled and blushed seeing her brother enjoying her touch. "You need to learn how to treat a woman before college anyways. Let's just call this a... training session." She winked and grinned. Picking up a little speed in her strokes, she leaned forward and used her free hand to hold herself above her brother. Her mind turned and began to wonder where all this could go. She knew acts like these were wrong but she couldn't resist. Her brother's face showed he enjoyed it and while in a pinning position, Lenora slowly leaned forward and kissed her brother. It was a passionate kiss but didn't last long. "Well Jason, you ready to learn what a lady likes too?" She licked her lips and hoped for him to understand what she meant.


An elven maiden possessing traditional elf features such as long pointed ears. She has lightly freckled skin, suggesting a fair complexion. Her physical state implies she's young and petite with small breasts and a flat stomach. Personality-wise, Aelva is initially terrified and defeated but shows resilience in the face of adversity. Despite her fear, she's protective of her family and is willing to sacrifice herself for their safety. This indicates a strong sense of love and responsibility towards her kin. However, the traumatic experiences take a toll on her spirit.

Aelva let out a soft scream as she was swept off her branch and wailed until she was caught. The elven maid's ears drooped in defeat, and she shook like a leaf in the beast's arms... But he was warm... Even if he smelt foul. Her long pointed ears drooped a little, and the world swam into oblivion. With a small final whimper, she passed out, her face losing the strain it held for a moment before the nightmares began.

What a waste, really. Kaigarr would have liked to enjoy her some more before it would come to this. Instead, he was forced to hurl her unconscious body around, in a state in which she couldn't even protest or fight or react in any other way. So with a sigh, he called down his mount, petted it, and gave him a small treat before he once again climbed into the saddle and rode off. However, this time he did so with the light, unconscious body of an elven girl held tight in front of him, of course, except for her clothing. She would not need that any time soon.

Together with his hounds, he followed the smell of smoke and blood, that meant to the direction of the girl's village. Perhaps she would wake up before they arrived, perhaps not. We will see.

The pale unconscious body shivered as a cool breeze tickled across her bare flesh, and as her small immature breasts perked, she leaned back against the warm body behind her. Unfamiliar scents filled her pounding head, and she brought up a wrist to wipe her mouth before attempting to open her eyes... Light stabbed her brain, and she groaned, closing them once more... That had been a bad idea. Aelva swayed dizzily still, ending with a panting whimper as she listed heavily to one side. "It hurts," she managed... but regretted making noise.

The body against which she had pressed herself moved as Kaigarr chuckled throately, apparently finding this all very amusing. "You're awake, that is good. I have been concerned you would stay out of the whole fun, which would be horrible, don't you think?" he chatted away with an evil gleam in his eyes. "Oh, look, we are nearly there... you can already hear the party." And like he had said, there were things to be heard. Snarling, screaming, the screeching of disfigured monsters, horrified screams echoing between the trees, the crackling of fire, and the wailing of children... all in all, it sounded quite lovely to Kaigarr.

Tears fell as Aelva recognized voices; she had started to cover her long ears at the offensive rumble... but the screams froze her; her eyes snapped open as she realized where they were and what was going on. Suddenly, she was a frenzy of panicked motion, not caring about the pain lancing through her eyes. She shoved against the brute behind her with a whine: "No!! NO YOU CANT!" Her voice broke as she wailed.

However, her captor only laughed rough, openly enjoying her predicament. It was just so... empowering, knowing that he could do with her what he wanted, could play with her as much as he liked, fuck her, kill her, hunt her, degrade her, all that and more... That just felt so damn good.

The air was filled with the smell of smoke and blood as they came into view of her home. Elves were lying on the ground, their eyes dead and cold, beasts were roaming around plundering, killing, murdering, torturing... right in the middle of the clearing several elves were horded together, beaten, some of them injured, all of them terrified, watched by several heavily armored and armed half-breeds. One of them had three arms, and all of them had brutal looking, bloody weapons in their hands. The elves, mostly women and children, screamed and begged, yet their pleas went unheard. "Oh look, perhaps some of your friends are still alive. Shall we take a look?" While Kaigarr asked this, he slid a hand slowly but forcefully down her body, beginning at her shoulder and then slowly working his way down her chest and flat tummy.

Aelva froze at the sight, mouth open, and her lips wavering as her eyes drank in the horrific reality of the scene playing before her. Her friends and family lay in pools of blood or were huddled together. "Please... Let them go..." She turned to the demon and beat on his chest. She couldn't bear to see her home bloodied and burning. "At least my family? I'll do anything... ANYTHING." Her years flowed, and her face burned red. "You fucking MONSTER!"

Kaigarr thought about it. Anything? Actually anything? "Now... anything you say?" he asked with a grin that would remind someone perhaps of a wolf or a shark. That is, a wolf or a shark had teeth of blackened iron and breath smelling of sulfur and coal. "Is that so?"

And yes, he relished in her helplessness and desperation. He chuckled inwardly, knowing that he would have a lot of fun with this particular little piece of elven flesh. So young, so tender, so beautifully soft... The perfect age to be molded into something else. And if that doesn't work, well, then at least he had some fun with her.

Not far away from them, on the other side of the clearing actually, one of his lower ranked raiders was taking his pleasure from an unfortunate elven maiden. Her skin covered in dirt and scratches, her dress torn, her face a visage of horror and pain and shame, she could only watch helplessly and wail as he forced his dick in and out of her sex. She pleaded with him, tried to crawl away, begged and prayed... and then, suddenly, he was kicked away by a rather larger foot.

"No raping yet!" thundered an ugly, brutish ogre. The next thing the girl knew was that she had been grabbed by the large brute and carried over to the other captured villagers.

The elven lass turned to look at the exchange before turning away, her voice and her lips were wavering, and she wept openly, "If you le-let if you let my family g-go I'll do... I'll do anything you ask" Aelva stammered quietly, and leaned her head against his chest in defeat... She dug her fingernails into her palms frustrated... "Please... just..." Blood dripped down her fingers, and she swallowed up rising bile before putting a bloody handprint on his chest beside her face.

For a few moments Kaigarr just looked down at his captive, then he slowly chuckled, a deep, dark rumbling sound which would perhaps remind some people of a few bricks inside a hollow tree rolling around. "Your family will be saved from me and my people... As long as you serve me," he then said with a self-satisfied, big grin on his features.

With not much gentleness and much more force, he grabbed her and all but threw her to the ground, actually setting her down there rough. "Go. Find your family. And then come back to me." He gave his soldiers a few barked commands, making them understand that the girl was allowed to get her family.

Aelva bounced and rolled along the forest floor for a moment before woozily making it to her feet, she shivered again and held her arms around herself as the wind blew and ran off to the captive elves. A woman screamed and shoved past a few guards before enveloping herself in a warm embrace, they wept together as an older girl, sharing her sisters red rather than their mothers blonde, and a younger boy ran up to hug them. Fearful the lass asked a question... Her family looked down silently. She asked again, louder, and the boy began to cry, hugging his mother. Tears fell in silent shock as she realized what had happened to her father... And looked back at the demon general with hate in her silver gray eyes.

Meanwhile, Kaigarr only watched the family from the corner of his eyes, while changing a few grunted words with his second in command, a twisted, dark creature part human, part lizard, and part dog... yes, it looked really strange and inhuman, but also rather intimidating, especially with one eye bigger than the other.

The exchange was short and sounded violent, every word a harsh grunt or growl with sharp consonants and guttural vowels. There were a few glares, and finally, the second in command did something akin to a bow before turning around and making his way over to where most of the raiders had gathered. Shortly thereafter, the looting would begin, but that had some more time.

"Good. As long as you serve me, your family will be safe from my men. Should you displease me," began Kaigarr to explain as his mount lazily made its way over to where Aelva was standing with her family. "Well, we don't need to spell it out loud, I'd think. Say your goodbyes, we will leave soon."

The family didn't seem to hear the demon... Or they just didn't care about the noises coming out of his mouth. They just held one another until the crying died down... Eventually, the younger redhead, fearing what the demon would do if she weren't obedient, began to pull away... The mother cried out, and clutched at her little girl, who hugged her mother again, but pulled away... There was a struggle, and the older sister hugged the now screaming elf mother from behind as Aelva hugged her brother, and walked shakily back to the demon... Something had died in her eyes, and she kept them down.

If she would have kept a moment longer, her new owner would have stepped in, but she returned to him just in time. Kaigarr gave her a short nod, then pulled her up to his saddle again, setting her down in front of her again. "Keep her family alive and unharmed, as long as they don't attack you," he then loudly declared. "Anything else... Well, have fun boys. Don't go overboard, keep the best alive." We can sell them later as slaves, but he didn't say that out loud; he didn't have to.

And while he turned his mount around and let it trot off, again surrounded by his hounds, his men began to have fun. That meant looting, raping, killing, torturing, burning, destroying... The usual if you like. But like he had ordered, his family would be kept alive and unharmed.

Aelva covered her lightly freckled face and cried silently, leaning back against the warmth as she shivered... Until she realized she wasn't shivering because she was cold. Her lip trembled softly, "W-why are you doing this to us?" She said, half under her breath.


A monstrous figure, exuding an aura of malevolence and power. His physical attributes are intimidating, with blackened iron-like teeth and sulfuric breath hinting at its demonic nature. He possesses a predatory grin akin to a wolf or shark, further enhancing his fearsome presence. Personality-wise, he is sadistic and cruel, taking pleasure in the fear and suffering of others. He has an air of superiority and believes in the rule of might over weakness. His self-satisfaction implies a narcissistic streak. Despite these traits, Kaigarr shows strategic thinking by using hostages for his benefit rather than mindless violence.

Aelva covered her lightly freckled face and cried silently, leaning back against the warmth as she shivered... Until she realized she wasn't shivering because she was cold. Her lip trembled softly, "W-why are you doing this to us?" She said, half under her breath.

Again a chuckle and a deep, rumbling sound deep inside Kaigarr's stomach accompanying it. "Because we can. Because we like to. Because the strong can take from the weak as they desire and do what they like, because that is how the world works, little girl. And we do it for the glory of our patron, for power and wealth." Once again he rode with her into the forest, deeper into the thickening woods. And while he did so, he held her in one of his hands, pushing it into between her legs, resting his warm, nearly hot hand there for a moment.


An alien that closely resembles a human female, with the addition of six tentacles that she can hide under her clothing. She's intelligent and resourceful, capable of piloting a large spaceship on her own. Despite her human-like appearance, Ellie's personality is far from humane; she displays manipulative and cruel traits as she deceives Emma, kidnaps her, and plans to use her for experiments. Her scientific curiosity about humans appears to override any sense of empathy or respect for individual rights.

The science vessel from deep in outer space, was tasked with a simple goal. Find out as much as you can about other species besides our own. Use any means necessary. The ship was easily controlled by a single alien. This species looked almost totally human but they had a secret.

The secret was that they also had six tentacles coming out of their back. But they could fold them up so small they hid under a shirt quite nicely. Unfortunately for the vessel, it hadn't encountered any other species yet. But when her luck turned worse, it turned out to actually be better. For she had just crash landed on earth.

Hiding the ship using the cloaking device she disembarked. Walking along she saw signs of civilization. Maybe she was lucky after all. She could run her experiments while also fixing her ship. She saw a woman and thought 'what a perfect subject.' Approaching the woman she waved and motioned her over. She needed the woman to speak first so her translator could kick in so she didn't freak out hearing the alien talk.

Emma Brown was on her way to work. She had gotten a job with a work-from-home entrepreneur. Some online business but she needed a call girl/ secretary thing. She was excited about it. Ever since her parents died and then her boyfriend breaking up with her a week later, life had been tough for her.

She was trying to stay strong but she knew that things weren't going to get better until her job turned up. She was starting something new and was excited. Looking at the woman wave her over, she wondered what had happened. She picked up her pace and walked over to the girl.

"Are you okay?" She asked, knowing the woman was beautiful she tried not stare. Being bisexual had her looking at everyone like they were something out of the store to shop from. She gave a small smile wondering about the person in front of her.

This woman was very pretty to look at. Maybe the sexual experiments would have to be first. Aha, there was the talking. It only took two seconds for the translator to finish it's analysis. Something called 'English'.

It also appeared that these were 'humans'. The alien was quite happy that she had such great technology so she could trick this woman. She spoke, her translator switching it to perfect English. "Please help me. My vehicle broke down and I need help!" Nothing that she had said was a lie. But her intention was of course kept a secret.

Emma looked at the woman and was full of worry for her. "Oh no, I am sorry. I will try to get someone. I know nothing about cars." She said as she grabbed out her cell phone, about to dial the number. "Where were you heading originally?" She asked the woman, trying to make conversation as she fumbled on the internet to find a local tow-truck. "I'm Emma." She commented hoping the woman would give her a name and they could stay friendly with each other. "I got a number give me a sec." She said about to dial it.

So a 'name' was something that humans called each other. The alien couldn't wait to get her hands, and also her tentacles, on this woman and find out everything possible about these humans. "My name is Ellie." She said making up something completely random because she of course didn't have a name.

When she saw the phone she stopped the woman. Using a hand to make sure she didn't call anyone. "No no. I can fix the... car..." she didn't have a clue what a car was but it must be how they transported on this planet. "I just need 4 hands instead of 2. Please come loan me your hands."

"Ellie, nice to meet you." She commented before her phone was taken by her. "Okay." She said nervously. "Well, show me where it is, I don't know how much help I can be. Are you sure I shouldn't get someone better?" She nervously went and pointed to the road wondering whom she should flag down. "Where did you get stopped?"

The alien 'Ellie' smiled "don't worry it's not far." She began to lead the young woman towards her ship. She had her right where she wanted her. As they approached the ship, which was of course still invisible, she said "here we are."

Before the woman could react the alien's tentacles came out and grabbed her. Naturally she tried to scream but one of the tentacles went into her mouth so that all she could do was gag. The alien pulled her up onto the ship. Once inside of it the girl would be able to see it. "Welcome to your new home Emma. You are going to be my experiment subject." She said with a smile.

Emma was surprised to see nothing. "Wha-" She was suddenly gagged by the woman. A slimy thing going down her throat. She gasped at the feeling as it protruded her body. She then went on to shimmy and shake herself free from the woman. Surprised by the torment. She struggled as the woman pulled at her and dragged her on the ship. When she mentioned experiments she tried to scream, not much sound coming by the way she was forced on her.

"Let me go." She tried to say, fighting her captor hoping by some miracle she could be free. But she saw dateline and Forensic Files when people were gone, people were gone. She would leave no trace.

Now inside the ship with the door closed Ellie finally released the woman by shoving her very roughly to the floor. "Now you listen to me. This ship is completely invisible as you saw, and no sound gets out of it. So no matter how much you scream no one will hear you. Also the doors only open to my biometrics so you will never escape. Now, will you follow me to your residence? Or do I have to drag you there too?"

The ship looked huge, but there didn't seem to be any other aliens around. How was such a big craft piloted by a single alien anyways? Oh wait, she basically had 8 arms with her tentacles.

Emma looked at the woman once released she was shoved to the floor. As her hands gripped onto the floor trying to push herself away from the woman who seemed to have captured her. "Why are you doing this?" She asked through broken tears, it was no use as the woman didn't seem to care.

"I am not going with you. Just let me go. There are better people out there. More deserving jack asses of torture. I even know a few." She spat out, hoping the woman would abide to her cries for help.

The woman didn't seem inclined to cooperate. That was totally fine by the alien. She was more than happy to force her to comply. In fact she preferred it that way. She stepped towards the woman reaching out with her tentacles.

"Refusal to comply is punishable. This time will be your clothes." The tentacles grabbed the woman and within seconds had shredded her garments leaving her totally naked.

The alien looked surprised. "What?" She grabbed the woman's breasts with her hands and groped them gently. "Humans have the same reproductive organs as me?" She looked shocked as she removed her own clothes to confirm. Her body looked exactly like a human female in every way with the exception of the tentacles.

Emma glanced at the woman her behavior quite unlike anything she had ever seen. With a squeal her clothes were torn from her, stolen from her body and before long had the woman touching her. She had tentacles, something slimy of a thing. She looked her up and down, crossing her arms as she could.

"Just tell me, why me?" She begged the other person curious as to why she was being punished. Why this thing was doing this to her. Closing her eyes she wished she could make the creature disappear but when opening her eyes she found it was to no avail. "Stop, touching me." She shouted, she was hating the feeling of the other woman already.

"Why you? Because you were the first human that I saw. Now come with me." Ellie grabbed the woman by the hair and dragged her kicking and screaming through the hall and towards her lab. Upon entry it was easy to tell this was where some sinister psychopath would run human experiments.

The alien slammed the woman onto the table on her back. Quickly, she secured the ankles and wrists to the table with shackles leaving the woman helplessly spread eagled and completely vulnerable. "Now you listen here Emma. You are only here for me to run experiments on so that I can learn about humans. So I will give you a choice. Would you like to start with the sexual experiments? Or the physical ones? Or maybe the mental ones?"


a young woman who recently faced personal hardships, including the loss of her parents and a breakup. She's bisexual and not shy about appreciating beauty in others, indicating an open-minded personality. She's also empathetic and helpful, shown when she readily offers assistance to Ellie. Despite her challenging circumstances, she maintains optimism about starting a new job. However, once trapped by the alien, Emma reveals a fighting spirit as she struggles against her captor and pleads for release.

"Why you? Because you were the first human that I saw. Now come with me." Ellie grabbed the woman by the hair and dragged her kicking and screaming through the hall and towards her lab. Upon entry it was easy to tell this was where some sinister psychopath would run human experiments.

The alien slammed the woman onto the table on her back. Quickly, she secured the ankles and wrists to the table with shackles leaving the woman helplessly spread eagled and completely vulnerable. "Now you listen here Emma. You are only here for me to run experiments on so that I can learn about humans. So I will give you a choice. Would you like to start with the sexual experiments? Or the physical ones? Or maybe the mental ones?"

Emma was shaking from nerves and as the woman grabbed her hair she shrieked. Trying to claw her way from her grab but it was no use, somehow this other woman was much stronger than her. When she was pushed to the table and spread on her back she tried to shake free but soon she was tied by her ankles and wrists. She was naked and exposed.

Looking at the other person she shook her head. "I don't want any of them. Don't do this. LET ME GO!!" She shrieked wanting the woman to stop this. Every fiber where she thought the woman was beautiful had suddenly left, she looked like the devil incarnate.


A man with thick lashes and tousled hair, giving him the appearance of a sad angel when his eyes are lowered. He has a big heart, generous nature, and treats everyone with respect regardless of their gender, house affiliation, or magical ability. His endearing habit of running his hands through his hair when perplexed often leaves him looking rakishly disheveled. Despite not considering himself particularly brilliant or handsome, he appreciates the simple gestures in life and strives to live in the moment.

He really wanted to share his new discoveries, but Tilly had a point. With her feet planted in both worlds, her repertoire of eateries was probably way beyond his small list of discoveries. Shrugging a little helplessly, Orion smiled, "You're right. The places you know outweigh the small list I have. Sure, let's go to a restaurant you love and I'll pay."

A part of him wondered helplessly what did she see in him? Beautiful and brilliant, she could have her pick in men, Jay Emerson to name one. What could he offer that another man couldn't? Hands shoved in his pockets, eyes lowered, he was unaware of how his thick lashes and tousled hair made him look like a sad angel.

Tilly laughed softly, walking over and cupping his face gently in her hands. "Hey now, that's not what I meant at all." She said in a soft, affectionate tone. "I only meant that if you wanted to try somewhere new I have plenty of suggestions. Also I have lots of places to suggest for our next date." She said with a slight smile, leaning up and giving him a soft, fleeting kiss before taking his hand and pulling him with her out of the room.

He was excited and anxious for her to try a place he thought was a discovery of his own, unlike anywhere else he'd read about or been to. A small French inspired café that baked the bread they used for the daily sandwiches and other savories. "Tilly, this place uses only natural ingredients and no magic but I swear there must be something influencing how their dishes make your tongue and stomach sing for more." Holding her small hand in his, Orion was happy to follow her lead upwards and out on to the streets of London. To a bystander, they looked like a young couple trying to navigate a fun and exciting new discovery. He shyly leaned down to slowly brush his lips against hers, forgetting for a brief moment, the lingering evil threatening their happiness.

Tilly giggled as they walked and talked, not seeming to mind the looks of anyone who passed them on their way out, not even noticing as Jay Emmerson almost crashed right into a stack of papers as he watched them to by. When they got out onto the street Tilly laced their fingers, holding your onto Orion happily despite the slight awkwardness of their height difference.

"Well, that's the beauty of muggles that most wizards don't realize, you know? They do all these wonderful things and they build and create and invent, and none of it is done with the use of magic. They use their own two hands to create things that some in the wizarding world would think impossible without a wand at their side. Its hard to explain to most people." She said, shrugging her shoulders before looking up at him in surprise as he pulled her to a stop suddenly, a small smile tugging at her lips as he leaned down and she happily returned the kiss, her free hand moving up the cup his cheek.

Sensing Tilly responding to his kiss, Orion felt ten feet tall. He didn't think he was especially brilliant or handsome but if she was happy with him, he decided not to question it and just appreciate her presence by his side. His customers could have told him there were multiple characteristics that attracted women, witch or muggle, a big heart, generous nature, and the respect given to everyone, regardless of gender, house affiliation, or magical ability (that was a shocker once someone overcame he was a Slytherin). The habit of running hands through his hair when perplexed was endearing, since it typically left him looking rakishly disheveled.

A quick walk through Covent Garden, they passed a few fragrant flower carts and busy merchants, they reached the little café. Sparkling windows graced with white lace curtains, it looked cheery and inviting. Opening the door for Tilly, Orion hoped she liked the quaint antique furniture and fresh flowers adorning each table. "I hope you're hungry." He was loath to release her hand to step inside. "Their Madeleines are wickedly good with tea."

Tilly smiled as she smelled the flowers, hoping that they would be there still on their way back, but in the meantime waving a hand casually while none of the muggles were looking and materializing an adornment of sweet smelling jasmine blossoms into the cross sections of her plait, smiling up at Orion as they walked. She looked up at the building curiously, realizing that she in fact hadn't been here before and giving him a warm smile as she walked into the cafe ahead of him.

"Well, I guess that's something to look forward to for after dinner then." She said with a soft smile as they walked over to the host and were quickly seated at one of the few remaining tables, the cafe apparently quietly popular amongst those who knew of its existence.

Orion felt like the luckiest warlock in London, holding the café's door open for her. They were endowed with enough talent to open doors and find a perfect place to have a meal together but it was in the simple gestures Orion felt, that held supreme power in being self-sufficient like a muggle. They might not have talent or spells to help in their daily lives but how was it life went on, happy or sad without magic? He came away with from his solitary meanderings with the conclusion life wasn't about who had the most money or magic power, but how to appreciate what life has given you.

This small moment in time, here in the café with Tilly, Orion strived to live in the moment. He wanted to remember how the afternoon sun through the lead glass windows made Tilly's auburn hair molten in color. The spray of jasmine against her thick red hair, complimented the intricate plaits. Sitting together, he leaned over to squeeze her hand, smiling in muted excitement. "I always imagined sharing this place with someone." Impulsively, his fingers lifted to trace a finger along her jawline. "Tilly," Brilliant eyes staring into hers, "Do you think our suspect would think of following us here?"

Tilly smiled softly as Orion took her hand and cupped her face gently in his, leaning into his touch as she found herself thinking of nothing but him, sinking into the deep brown of his eyes. He said her name so softly and sweetly that she found herself leaning closer, forgetting about everything else for the moment... until he immediately reminded her.

Her cheeks flushed a little pink and she sat up straighter again, clearing her throat and looking away from him very deliberately, not wanting to be distracted and put him in danger. "Of course, you're right, he very much could. I doubt that he would be particularly adverse to creating a scene in front of muggles. We should remain vigilant, even here." She said with a sharp little nod, her cheeks still flush with embarrassment.

Orion wanted to kick himself. Things were going so well and he had to go and spoil things by mentioning the suspect. Cursing inside, he vowed to make things right. The waiter came over and presented them with quaint menus to peruse, leaving them to take a moment before ordering. Sharing the his feelings on dishes he'd tried, he reached over to touch Tilly's hair. It was as silky as he'd imagined. "I don't think one glass of Pinot Gris will hurt our investigative skills." The waiter brought two glasses, sparkling and fresh, Orion held his up for a toast. "To our meeting once again and a bright future together."


A beautiful and brilliant woman with auburn hair, which she wears in intricate plaits adorned with sweet-smelling jasmine blossoms. She has an affectionate nature and enjoys exploring new places. As someone who can see the future, she is cautious about using her abilities to look into her own life or that of others close to her, preferring not to spoil the surprises that lie ahead.

Orion wanted to kick himself. Things were going so well and he had to go and spoil things by mentioning the suspect. Cursing inside, he vowed to make things right. The waiter came over and presented them with quaint menus to peruse, leaving them to take a moment before ordering. Sharing the his feelings on dishes he'd tried, he reached over to touch Tilly's hair. It was as silky as he'd imagined. "I don't think one glass of Pinot Gris will hurt our investigative skills." The waiter brought two glasses, sparkling and fresh, Orion held his up for a toast. "To our meeting once again and a bright future together."

Tilly managed a small, nervous laugh as Orion suggested the sparkling wine but accepted and took her glass as it arrived with a smile and a nod. Sometimes when she drank her visions could get a little... out of control. But she was sure he was right, one small glass wouldn't hurt, as long as she remained focused.

"Lets hope you're right." She replied, gently tapping her glass against his before taking a sip, sighing as she leaned back a little in her chair. "I've tried very hard not to look much further into either of our futures. It's not the kind of thing I want to spoil." She told him with a soft smile.


A man who carries himself confidently, indicative of his position as Guild Master. His physical appearance shows strength and agility, traits essential in his line of work. He has an aura of authority about him which commands respect from those around him. Despite his stern exterior, he shows signs of care and protectiveness towards his guild members, especially towards newcomers like Rosalin. However, Darius also possesses a keen intellect and sharp intuition; he's quick at picking up on inconsistencies or lies---traits making him an effective leader in this secretive world. He appears unyielding when it comes down protecting his guild and its interests, even if it means confronting one of their own.

After Darius knew she would be safe he left after grabbing the magic scrolls. She couldn't be paid in gold for the quest but he could give her a gift as his right as guild master. He quickly went back and Jane gave him a curious look as he was back earlier than expected. "Yes Jane I know I am early but she should have finished the job already." He left her and went into his office and looked at the scrolls.

When he read the scrolls they scared the shit out of him when he knew what they were. One was an intro to light magic and was likely to give the reader light magic. The other was a scroll that could trap the intended target. He couldn't give her both but he was willing to give her the light magic scroll even though it was the opposite of his. The two could work well together or be each other's weakness. All that was left was for her to come back with proof of her kill or for word to circulate around town.

As she slipped out of the building and it was clear she was safe, Elena took part of the clothing and ripped it before wiping away the blood from Varigan's now dead corpse. Though it wasn't clear evidence she was sure that he had helped her somehow. The female was soon back and changed within the inn. She would focus on her weapons later, for now she needed to report back to the guild. Tossing away the clothing she had stolen and wandering back out into the town. Her feet carrying her to the door of the guild before she stopped for a minute.

He was sure to bring up what had happened. Whether he decided to make it public to the guild was a different story. Shrugging away the thoughts, Elena opened the door and stepped inside. Her eyes wandering around the room scanning for Darius. Though when she didn't see him she had ideas of where he would be. If he had followed her then he was on his way back. That or he was likely in his office. The female wasn't going to rush as she stepped to the table she had sat at the night before and waited.

Darius was still contemplating his decision on the magic scrolls when he was informed that she had returned. She finished the contract so she passed that but what was her connection to the lord. He didn't hear everything but he caught bits and pieces of their conversations. The lord had at one point considered marrying her so they apparently had a history.

Finally he stood and walked out to Rosalin and sat down with a welcoming smile. "Well my dear it seems you have done the job. My birds have confirmed it for me." He leaned back and chuckled with a laugh. He thought for a moment on how to word the next thing about his gift to her. It was usual for someone to tail the recruits but not normally the guild leader.

He placed the scroll on the table and nudged it to her. He sighed and looked her in the eyes as he eyed his knife. He didn't say anything because he felt she might get upset. "So that is my gift to you for completing the contract. That scroll will give you the option to learn light magic, it could be useful for disorienting to foes and the like." He leaned in and smiled. "And if your ready for another job in the next few days you can knock out your gift to me."

Elena's gaze shifted as she spotted Darius walking over. Her eyes narrowing as she placed the Dagger on the table along with the bloody clothing. She didn't speak as she held no kind words for Darius at the moment. She would have found a way but he had saved her anyway. "I'm well aware..." She spoke lowly as he placed the scroll on the table. Her eyes lowering to it as she listened. A gift? Was that something all members got? She didn't question it however. The idea of another job sounded revolting. Though she showed no signs of her feelings.

"I need a day or two to get situated but yes... I suppose I will be ready. This dagger here I believe is yours so I'll return it now. Do you need anything else of me or is that all?" Her tone showed that she wanted to move along. The princess didn't know how long Darius had been tailing her and how much he overheard. She would rather not stay for his questions if she didn't have to. She needed her answers first. If she was correct then anyone in the guild could be a suspect. She would have to look for clues.

Darius smiled as she put his dagger and gave him an accusatory tone. She was mad but she didn't know the whole story or how the guild works. As much as they were assassins they were not in the business of just letting people in the line of duty. Most worked with partners so that skills matched up.

He shook his head. "Take your time and know that we work in teams here and as long as you are a newbie you will have a tail. I went only because you were my first prospect for the guild. Your next mission you will be partnered up with who Jane thinks best would work with you.get your rest and when ready find me here or at the brothel." He walked away and walked to his door but stopped before to shout out to Jane. "Jane get the girl a partner before her next job." She nodded and he was in the office the next moment.

The excuse was quite effective and she wondered if it was the truth. If so then why had she not known he was there? If he was supposedly her partner then she would have known he would be there. It was apart of it all and she had to go along with it anyway. "Very well..." She spoke. Though she did have a curiosity as to how much he had heard but asking about it would only cause suspicion to the fact she was a princess. The Lord had even voiced her name. She still tasted the blood from his kiss.

With her business attended to, Elena left to go do some shopping for clothes, armor, and weapons before returning to the inn in time for dinner. Having the stew that was offered before heading upstairs to her room to examine the scroll she had been given. Light Magic? She didn't know much about magic but it sounded interesting. With what Darius had said to her it seemed relatively useful.

Darius went to his paperwork and noticed something he had never thought he would see. In the top right drawer of of the desk was a letter from one of their old informant's. The letter was titled Darius's mother, his heart started to pound. He hoped years ago that he would try and find her but he had given up. All the letter said was that she was alive.

The rest of the time he spent waiting on Rosalin to come back for her new mission. He would be putting jobs together for his members all the while he would also be stocking upon supplies for the mission as well. He had secured a big contract but he wasn't able to take it for now until he had people he could trust to run the guild while he was away.

Elena arrived back at the Guild a day earlier than she had planned. Everything she had to do had gone smoothly. As she entered the room eyes turned to her. She was still rather new. Her clothes were similar as before however the leather that made her outfit was no longer the high grade stuff the Knights wore. Her armor was already trashed. She had replaced the two daggers and had acquired a better bow and quiver. Her eyes landing on the one called Jane she had seen him yell to before. "Could you let Darius know I'm here for the mission?" She spoke before moving back to her table to sit.

She thought back to the scroll and what she had learned so far. It wasn't much and she had practiced a little. He had given her a gift and she had already started to use it. Magic was foreign to her. The castle was never blessed with wizards visits. Though she had heard of it before. It wasn't uncommon but it wasn't commonly practiced. It would take time for her to get the hang of it but for now she had an understanding of the basics.

Darius was in the middle of balancing numbers on a job when Jane came into the office. "She's here boss." Jane turn and went back to tending the bar. He stretched happily because it was a distraction from the paper work. He stood and put his new guild master armor on and walked out to meet Rosalin.

He sat down in front of her and winced internally as he sensed the light magic within her. It was not overwhelming but it made him want them to sit at different tables. He yelled over to Jane. "So Jane who is our little rabbit to be paired with." Jane smiled at Darius. "Well guild master only available senior is you Darius so have fun."

Darius had a slight scowl but he would be happy to get out again. He stood and then motioned for Rosalin to follow him. "Alright well since you came let's go to the brothel." He walked there with her in silence and when they got there he opened the door for her. "In you go Rosalin and find a place to sit I am right behind you."

Elena once again shifted her gaze as the male came from his office. She was in a brighter mood now that she had gotten settled into the village. Though she still held quite the serious demeanor as he spoke. It appeared that she would be paired with him. The idea didn't sound compelling and it wanted her to delay her choice but instead she nodded and stood. She felt something from Darius upon his approach that made her recoil for a moment. Perhaps it was what she had learned from her scroll.

As they walked it seemed they would be going to the brothel anyways. As he opened the door for her she stopped. "May I ask why we are here?" She inquired. She wasn't aware of what business they would be tending to and she didn't want to keep following him blindly. Being compliant was hard enough, but following him in complete ignorance wasn't going to happen.

Darius just knew she would ask a question and she did. She asked him why they were there and he looked inside. He owed this place a lot for his upbringing granted the girls who were there now were not the ones who raised him except for the three ladies of the house's. He closed the door and sighed a little before standing tall. His eyes conveyed some sadness yet happiness as well.

"Well Rosalin the ladies of the house's of the three accepted brothels in the kingdom helped raise me. They had a threat from some merchants and asked me for my help. I cant put out a contract myself so I made your gift to me for getting into the guild." He looked back at the door. "Now can we go in please?"

As Darius stated their reason she nodded. She held no business there and she wasn't going to be led into a trap. She had already fallen for one. "Yes we can. Thank you." She spoke though the tone was a bit apprehensive at the end. Her eyes turning to the door as instead she opened it and walked inside. Her eyes exploring the building as she walked inside.

As soon as Darius stepped inside a black woman in her late 50's turned around and smiled wide. She then quickly ran up to him wrapping him in a warm hug and kissing his cheek. "Hello mother Shauna how are you?" The woman chuckled with bright happy eyes. "Well since my son is here to protect me I am doing much better. Now you and your friend sit down and I'll go have the kitchen get some food and drink ready." She bounded off and one could see why she was the mistress of the house. Even in her fifties she was more beautiful than most twenty to thirty year olds.

Darius shook his head as she would keep cutting him off from speaking and he eventually just hung his head in defeat. When he turned back he looked Rosalin in the eyes and motioned to a corner booth. When they had both sat he sighed a little. "Well the was one of my mothers Shauna she is the bubbly one of the three and the most motherly. She means well pot can get a little overwhelming. Now as for who is attacking I don't know but you and I need to stay here until then." He leaned back and relaxed a little.

Elena was quite confused as to what could be attacking the brothel but as he watched the interaction between the male and a woman who looked no older than her mid twenties. The way she spoke and her tone gave her away as much older than that. It was clear that she was a very caring and gentle person. It gave her a sense of security and she felt herself loosen a bit as she took a seat.

"That is fine." She spoke. However the princess was more interested in learning at this point. Her curiosity finally finding its peak. They were alone and it was a perfect time. They could be interrupted if things got out of control. "So I know that you followed me on my first contract... How much... How much did you see?" She questioned as her gaze finally landed on him.

Darius watched as his mother bounced off and then turned back to Rosalin. He was about to speak when she started talking he smiled as she did making it seem like he wasn't going to speak. She talked about her first mission and his following her and then asked him just how much he heard of the interrogation or so he would put it to be nice.

"Well Rosalin the main thing a heard was that he was apparently going to try and marry you. Which makes me wonder if your whole story of who you are was even close to true. The other thing I am thinking is that your now more dangerous and more useful at this point so I'll keep you in the guild till you either don't listen to an order or you kill the wrong person. You should know that we do take hits on our own people." He sat back and waited for his mother to come back.

Elena wasn't that surprised when he spoke of what he had overheard. She had held the surprise easily but it was becoming a realization that he was a smart man and that hiding her identity was becoming even more difficult now. The former princess now began weighing in her decisions as to how to approach the topic. Her spot in the guild was threatened... Her very life if she didn't come up with something to manipulate what he heard into a liable story capable of holding some sort of persuasive truth.

It took a few moments of silence before she spoke up. Deciding the best way to get through without revealing herself was to spin bits of truth in the story by reliving a bit of her past. "I'm no commoner... That much was a lie... Though I'm sure you knew that when you eyed me the day we met. I was a noble but renounced that life... The Lord wasn't very kind when we had last spoken... That wasn't the first time he had tried to force himself upon me either. The target was one I held no problem in eliminating. As far as my allegiance to the guild is concerned you shouldn't be worried. I just prefer to keep my past behind me."

Darius looks Rosalin over with a blank face and a curious mind. If she thought her poker face was good she never played a decent game. She was not a bad liar just not a good one. He took a drink of his whiskey and passed her the bottle. She was going to learn the hard way if she tried anything. He could be forgiving but you don't threaten the guild or a client. You also don't make kills for self gain, you do it for the kingdom.

"No I will question your allegiance to the guild, that is my job to protect the guild and the kingdom from those who are trying to hurt the people. I have killed my own, I have killed those who were bad for the kingdom, the only kill that wasn't an order was the former guild leader. So you can say whatever you want about your loyalty to the guild bit your words mean nothing until you have clout in the guild." He smiled as his mother brought them food and then she went off with an arriving customer.


Elena, also known as Rosalin, is a woman of striking beauty and regal bearing, even in her commoner's disguise. Her noble upbringing is subtly reflected in her posture and movements, hinting at an elegance not typical of a guild member. She has a serious demeanor and carries herself confidently, reflecting her training as a princess. Despite being skilled in combat and alchemy, she maintains an air of mystery about her past life. She's cautious and observant, always keen on assessing her surroundings before making any moves. While she appears somewhat aloof or distant due perhaps from hiding her true identity, there are glimpses of determination in her eyes showing her unwavering resolve towards achieving her objectives.

Darius looks Rosalin over with a blank face and a curious mind. If she thought her poker face was good she never played a decent game. She was not a bad liar just not a good one. He took a drink of his whiskey and passed her the bottle. She was going to learn the hard way if she tried anything. He could be forgiving but you don't threaten the guild or a client. You also don't make kills for self gain, you do it for the kingdom.

"No I will question your allegiance to the guild, that is my job to protect the guild and the kingdom from those who are trying to hurt the people. I have killed my own, I have killed those who were bad for the kingdom, the only kill that wasn't an order was the former guild leader. So you can say whatever you want about your loyalty to the guild bit your words mean nothing until you have clout in the guild." He smiled as his mother brought them food and then she went off with an arriving customer.

Elena went completely silent after that. She didn't know what to say and she decided to leave it where it was. He didn't know who she was yet or else he would have said or done something. Whether he had thought her words a lie she also didn't know. What she did know that her best option was to stay silent for now. Stay away from any further discussion on the topic. It was too early to display herself and she still had little evidence as to who she was looking for. She had already ruled out a few just based on her brief time within the guild. Overing chatters and personality as well the way they held themselves. That can change during a job but the signs were there. She hadn't ruled Darius out yet.

"So you said the guild only targets those that have a target or are harmful to the kingdom yet you said you killed the former Master of the guild... What would lead you to do such an action? Was there a target on him?" The accusation wasn't firm but it was there. A way to see if her target was already dead. If her fathers killer was the man before Darius then her chase was for nothing from the start.


A 15-year-old girl who displays an interesting mix of maturity and youthful charm. She is quite attractive, given her younger brother's attraction towards her and the playful banter they share. Despite being older, she shows vulnerability especially when it comes to physical activities like skiing where she admits her lack of skill. However, she possesses a resilient spirit and doesn't back down easily from challenges. Her relationship with Eric indicates that she is affectionate and protective as an older sister but also open to their unusual closeness. She has dyed green hair, which adds a unique flair to her appearance

Acting and reacting only on instinct, Jessi wrapped her arms around her little brother, who by now sounded and acted a lot like he really was her little brother, pulling him into a hug, pulling his body to hers and pushing against him. "Shhh... don't worry, I'm not mad at you. I'm not mad at you."

If she noticed the red dots, she did not say a comment on them. No, for the moment, she would simply hold him and hope that he would calm down, whispering to him that she wasn't mad at him, that she wasn't angry at him, that it wasn't his fault, that he had done nothing wrong.

It seemed to take forever for Eric to calm down, though in truth, it was less than ten minutes, but at last, he brought his head up. "S Sorry, I should have... I don't know, acted more grown up," Eric eventually said, obviously embarrassed to be seen crying like a kid, especially in front of a girl, even if it was his sister. "Hey, what's that on your shirt?" he asked, noticing the red dots on Jessi's sleeve.

Still worried but relieved that he had stopped acting so scared, Jessi couldn't help but to smile at her brother's words and then laugh out loud. She held him closer for a moment, hugging him tightly, before shoving him from her so that she could properly look at him. "Don't be stupid. I'm the big sister. I should be the more grown up of us two. And it's your blood. You're bleeding. Let's get you patched up."

She held his hand and then pulled him after her into the bathroom to clean his cuts and bandage them. As she did so, she already commanded him, or at least said with a strong but amusing voice, "If someone asks, I threw the cup because I was angry at something, you don't know what. You don't know why your stupid older sister does something, she's such a bitch all the time, right?"

"I'm bleeding?" came Eric's bewildered reply, "How can I be bleeding, it doesn't even hurt..." reaching out his hand, he touched the side of his face, his fingers coming away wet. "Huh, it doesn't even sting a little bit... how bad is it? It's like really bad, and I'm in shock? That's not it, that's why I can't feel it!" Panic began creeping into Eric's voice as he spoke, winding himself up. "Oh god, I need a doctor!"

With a bit more force than before, Jessi began to pull Eric along, now making it clear that whether he liked to or not, he would follow her. At the same time, she said, however, with a calm, serene voice, "Relax, it's only small cuts, nothing major. Let me take a good look and then we'll see, yes? You gonna be fine, you will not need stitches or anything."

Then, with a somewhat more amused and perhaps even flirty tone, she added, "And if you do, I think scars can look quite sexy on a man. They make one look all dangerous and strong and rugged."

"Really?" came Eric's voice of disbelief, as Jessi led him to the bathroom. To him, the blood seemed to be far in excess of what she said the damage was; in truth, the wounds were barely more than scratches, and if they had landed on, say, his hands may not have even drawn blood, but head and face wounds bleed to an excessive amount. When he was old enough to start shaving, he would no doubt leave razor nicks that would bleed as much.

As they passed into the bathroom, Eric pulled back slightly "Hey, Jessi... I'm sorry... you know, for letting my mouth go running off like it did. I wasn't thinking when I said that stuff about Aunt Kim."

With perhaps a bit more force than necessary, Jessi manhandled her little brother into the bathroom, all of a sudden a bit more aggressive than before, just as Eric had mentioned their aunt again. If she was her aunt, because he was right, they did look a lot alike. She forced these thoughts away, needing a moment for that, before she then shoved her brother into the toilet and got him to sit down. Without another word, she went to the mirror cabinet to search for something to clean his small wounds, balancing on her toes to get a good view and to see what was there exactly, not looking at Eric.

Then, after she had taken a bit of disinfectant and a cotton pad, she sighed, her shoulders dropping. "It's fine, it's not your fault. Your timing was perhaps not the best, but... like, there is no good time for it, is there?" She turned around again and went back to him, beginning to clean his wounds if he let her. "I mean... it kinda makes sense, it's just, like, a lot to take in."

Not missing Jessi's renewed aggression at the mention of their aunt, Eric kept his mouth shut as his sister applied the antiseptic, though he squirmed a bit at the sting. It wasn't until she began taping down the gauze pads that he spoke, "Hey, if you want I can clean up here. Why don't you hit the slope, relax, and have some fun? It's your holiday too, after all." Though he didn't say it, he also thought it might help her to have a little distraction and some time to get her head together.

Jessi shook her head as Eric proposed for her to go out and have fun. To be honest, she didn't even like skiing, too much falling on her face involved in all of it. It wouldn't do her much good, she did not think it would. Also, it would mean leaving Eric alone with cleaning up, and she felt guilty enough already, thank you very much. Moving his head a bit too forcefully to look at him over, to see if she had missed any cuts, the teenage girl replied, "No, that's fine... I would only drive myself, like, crazy. And I said I'd clean up the kitchen, so I'm gonna do exactly that."

Then she released him, and a sly smile came to her features, even as it did not reach her eyes. "Also, there's not much for her to do for fun, but you, anyway."

"Oh come on, you know mom and dad won't let me go alone," Eric moaned, "and besides, you'd be a super hot snow bunny... which means guys are flirting with yooooou." His voice took on a teasing, playful tone as he said that. "You know you like it when guys pay attention and hang all over you; you'll have a great time."

I thought nothing in his voice gave so much as a hint, and he'd never admit it, even to himself. Subconsciously, Eric was a little jealous at the thought of Jessi flirting with those guys, even as he was the one bringing the idea up.

"Okay, okay, fine..." Jessi held up her hands in surrender, smiling at the teasing of her brother. Good to have him back, that was really good and nice to hear. A bit of the weight fell off her shoulders, and she visibly relaxed as she smiled at Eric. "Okay, fine, you win. I'll go out as a sexy little snow bunny and have some fun. However, only after I cleaned the kitchen. And you're coming with me. When I'm with you, you will not go alone, so mom and dad will have no place to complain."

She then made a step back, smirking now, and let her hands drop. "Come on, let's clean up the rest before we spend too much time here and then I'll ride you again and we wouldn't get anything done."

"Alright!" Eric yelled with joy, as he gave his sister a thumbs up. Jumping up from the counter, he began moving toward the bathroom door, "Come on, let's get this done. After last night's snow, the slopes will be perfect for skiing, and we need to get out there before it all gets packed down by everyone else." Running out the door and down the stairs, attacking the mess in the living room with the energy only an eleven year old could possess. The various bits of lingerie being unceremoniously thrown back into their box; the board games being gathered up and put away; at this rate, he'd be done in only fifteen minutes, maybe less.

With a chuckle, Jessi watched her little brother, one minute so morose and the next a bundle of jubilant energy, all but bouncing past her and down the stairs, tackling the task with an endless energy he had already shown on many other occasions. It was one of his more endearing qualities, one which Jessi used to abhor and find annoying, now she thought otherwise. With a smile, she followed him down the stairs, though a bit more slowly, and then walked past the whirlwind that was her brother into the kitchen, cleaning up there quickly and efficiently. She needed a moment more, cleaning the dishes, the fridge, the floor, and then putting everything away, but she too was no slow-poke.

Finally, as she was done, she stepped out of the kitchen and yelled, "Okay Eric, done. Shall we get going or shall we fuck before we go?"

"Tempting," Eric replied as he started for the door, "But like you said, we'd be here all day, and I want to get out of the house and into the snow." Suddenly he got a mischievous look in his eye, "And if you aren't careful, I'll think up some naughty games to play, like using one of those toys on you while we're out skiing, or leading you off the trail, to a secret spot somewhere, so we can hump like bunnies outside."

"Well, loverboy," began Jessi with a glint in her eyes and a small smirk that seemed rather saucy and a bit out of place on her youthful face. On the other hand, after what they have done so far with one another, Eric would likely never again do that such a smirk did not fit on her face. "Who says I'm not already planning that myself anyway?"

She walked past her little brother and gave him a playful ruffle of the hair, then followed by a quick slap on his ass, and with a giggle, she then all but jumped past him and toward her outdoor clothing.

Eric slipped into his coat and boots, then collected his skis and goggles before heading toward the door, where Jessi was doing the same. He'd slipped one of the sex toys from the box into the pocket of his loose pants as he'd been cleaning; it was small, egg-shaped, and off white in color. On impulse, he took it out, hiding it in the palm of his hand, as he came up behind his sister.

She was standing with one leg raised on the stairs, as she tied the laces of her boot. Eric wrapped his arms around her from behind, in a solid hug, holding it for several seconds, letting her think he was showing simple affection. Then he slipped his hand lower, cupping it against the tightly stretched denim between her thighs and turning on the toy. It's fierce, buzzing hum sent waves of pleasure into her lips and clit, as he giggled impishly.

Of course Jessi knew what an effect she had on her brother, what she could do to him simply by doing what she was doing and simply doing it a bit more sensual. Thus, she timed the moment when she had her one leg raised and tied the laces of her boot; it was all just to show off a bit. She smirked a bit as she felt the hands of Eric wrapping around her form, engulfing her in a loving hug into which she leaned, groaning slightly. A groan which became a shriek as Eric, the little brat, pushed the toy against her loins and activated it, the buzzing vibrations sending waves of pleasure as well as shock up her body, making her all but jump. "Eeeeeekk!"

With a good natured cry of protest and anger, she pushed him off, turning to him. "Eric, don't do that!" After a moment, she then added, with a slight smirk, "Now. Don't do that now. Come on, let's go. The slopes are waiting for us."

"Way ahead of you," Eric replied as he stepped out the door, and locked his skis into his boots. The sun was bright on the fresh, white snow, blindingly so, and the air was exceptionally cold. "Made sure to grab your goggles, or the glare will leave you blind," he called behind him as he took up his ski poles and started the long, shuffling strides used in cross country skiing. Subconsciously trying to both impress Jessi with his skills, while at the same time, teasing his sister over her relative lack of ability; the boy he was growing out of, trying to show that he was better than her at something; while the young man he was becoming, was strutting like a peacock in front of his first lover.

The thing is, Jessi was anything but a great snowbunny. Sure, she was cute, had this great smile, and looked good in just about anything, including thick winter clothing, but she couldn't really go skiing to save her life. She knew the basics, but she had never learned them, had never practiced, meaning the moment she slipped on her equipment and tried to follow Eric, she all but fell flat on her face. WHUMP...

The way down the slope was somewhat like this: *whump.* "Urgh..." *whump.* "...urgh... I hate snow..." *whump.* "Argh! Why are you so good at this and I suck at this? This is stupid!" *whump*, followed by a loud groan. "Fuck..."

The first time Jessi fell, Eric laughed; the second time less so; after the third, he took her question seriously and began watching her; so the fourth time, he saw why she was falling.

"Skiing isn't like walking," he said, reaching down to help his sister back to her feet. "When you're walking, you turn by pointing your toes into the turn, but look," Eric demonstrated, then pointed to the back of his skis, where one had crossed over the other "when you do that on skis, you trip yourself up. To turn on skis, you have to swivel your hips out, then bend your knees and lean into the turn, like you're riding a bike. The more you swing your hips, the more weight you can shift; the more weight you shift, the sharper the turn."

As much as Jessi was annoyed at her own lack of skill and Eric's apparent abundance of such, she did allow him to show her how to properly use these blasted pieces of crap she had foolishly put onto her feet. Crappy shit stuff that is, moan moan, grumble grumble. Well, at least she was willing to learn, even as she showed the overall grace of a drunken bear climbing a ladder while doing it. But it was fun, perhaps, for Eric, seeing her doing her best and failing practically all the time.

"Okay... this sucks...," the green-haired teenage girl finally moaned after about an hour or two of doing her best. By now, she was at least able to keep standing. "We should go back and simply have some fun there before mum and dad come back, you know?"

After hours of trying to teach Jessi to ski, Eric was swinging back and forth between laughter at some of the more humorous spills she'd taken, and frustration at how anything but the most basic parts of skiing eluded her. He was just glad there was no one else there to see; if there had been, he had little doubt that his sister would have called it an end long before this. Reaching down, he once more helped her back to her feet after her latest fall. "Yeah, OK, I guess we can head back, even if we didn't find a secluded place to do the whole humping like rabbits thing," he said with a grin, as his hands slid down to cup her firm ass.

Letting her brother help herself up, Jessi pulled herself up with his hand and wobbled a bit on her feet, but managed to remain upright if a bit unsteady. She really wasn't made for this exercise, and this specific kind of movement and her face showed her level of frustration. But a week prior or so, she would have snapped and bitched at Eric; now she was merely annoyed with herself and even grinned slightly as she heard her brother's comment. Also, she did not slap his hand away but merely pushed his backside slightly against his groping appendage. "Well, I think it would have been cold as fuck anyway, thus... not such a loss, right? Anyway, if I ever get the opportunity, I am very happy to play playboy-bunny for you, if that is any condolence for you."

With that said, she began the way back to the cabin, still unsteady and wobbling on her feet, but at least she did not fall every few yards.

Eric's disappointment was placated by Jessi's offer, but as they rounded the curve in the road, it came back full force, as he saw their parents' large SUV parked in front of the house. "Oh man, that sucks! How are we going to have our fun now?", he pouted with disappointment. He'd been looking forward to more hot, sticky sex with his sister, and now there was no way that would happen. "Well, at least we cleaned up first, otherwise we'd be in real trouble."

The way up, Jessi's move improved, and she even joked a bit with her brother, despite her nearly falling over several times, but the moment the cabin came into view and she saw the large SUV, it was like someone had hit her with a sucker punch right into the stomach. For a moment, she froze as realization dawned on her what this meant and what this meant in the long run. Suddenly, reality was back, and it sucked balls. Well, not literally of course, because she sucked... okay, different topic. She swallowed hard, then shrugged, throwing a small look at her brother. "Well... we could sneak back and do it like snow bunnies, I guess and..."

That was the moment their father stepped out of the cabin to get something from the car and saw the two of them, waving at them. Jessi waved back, half-hearted at best. So much for that. "Time to pay the piper, I guess." She felt like marching to the gallows as she slowly began to move again into the direction of the cabin.